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sunsumu · 4 years ago

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Surprise!!

Inarizaki x Team Manager!y/n

Genre: fluff scenario

a/n: someone sent in a birthday req for inarizaki, i think they deleted their req tho ))): anyways today is (or at least in my time zone) is their birthday! i kind of rushed this because i didn't really know what to write..BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT!! happy birthday!! sorry this is kinda of late. i didn't really get specific with the present y/n gets or the cake she eats because you guys can substitute it with what you like. this isn't my best best work, but i tried..anyways hope you enjoy!!! -admin oli💫

“She’s turning the corner annnnnd.....SHE’S GONE! Alright guys, what’s the plan?”

It was their manager’s birthday in two days, so the team decided to plan a surprise party for her. They wanted to show her their appreciation for all she’ve done for the team.

“So Osamu will make the cake, we already got permission to keep it in the teacher’s lounge. The rest of us will do the decorations,” Kita explained.

As he continued he looked up at Atsumu.

“Atsumu, you have the most important part, you think you can handle it?”

“Pfft I can handle anything ya throw at me,” Atsumu answered with a confident smirk.

“You can’t even do ya own laundry without mom hollering at you ‘Tsumu,” Osamu said.

“Oi no one asked ya, ya ugly piece of shit!!”

“We have the same face dumbass.”

“You think I’m the dumbass?? What about-“

“Can both of you shut the fuck up??” Suna interjected. Hearing the twins bicker usually amuses him but this time it pissed him off.

The twins stopped fighting when they saw the look on Kita’s face.

“Anyways, Atsumu you will have the job of distracting y/n until we give you okay to let her come in.”

“Easy, I’m her favourite ya know.”

The whole team stares at Atsumu with disgusted looks on their faces as Atsumu gave a pleased, closed eye smile.

“I knew he has an ego but I didn’t know it was this bad,” one of the members whispered.

“Alright! Let’s do this Opperation y/n is now under go.”

“You’ve been watching too many spy movies, Aran. It’s making you meta,” Suna pointed out.

“Shut up eagle 2.”

Osamu makes eye contact with a make believe camera.

“People think Aran is the mature one but he’s lowkey a geek.”

“Where the fuck are you looking at and who are you talking to-“

“If you’re asking me Osamu is the meta one,” Aran added.

“JUST CUT TO THE NEXT SCENE ALREAD-“

The next day, the team was on their toes. y/n couldn’t help but notice that they were acting a little weird.

They were gathered together and kept whispering to each other. They kept looking behind them as if someone was following them.

She poked her head into their little huddle.

“So what we talking about boys?”

“AAAAAAAAH!!”

“SCATTER SCATTER CAT HAS ENTERED RUN. PISS HAIR PROCEED DISTRACTION”

With that the team scattered with a few rushed “hey y/n!!” and nervous laughter. Atsumu was left standing in front of you, staring at his team in disbelief.

“Did they just abandon me?? I mean it is my job to distract her but they wouldn’t even tell me what they got her for a present...” he mumbled to himself.

“Jeez what’s up with them? Wanna go buy some bread from the cafeteria Atsumu?”

“Huh? What Oh yeah yeah sure,” he replied distractedly with a slight pout on his face.

He followed in y/n steps toward the cafeteria.

“Well that’s weird but then again it’s Inarizaki. People think we’re intimidating but they’re kinda off...” y/n thought to herself.

She decided to ignore their behaviour for now. Maybe if she messed with Atsumu he’ll spill the beans, but right now all she wants to do is go home and sleep.

At practice things were a little off. It was shorter than usual and the team seemed distracted.

“Alright, tomorrow’s practice will begin later than usual, so you guys don’t have to come early. That goes for you to y/n.”

“Will do captain!!” y/n replied cheerfully.

The team was in an awkward silence. The guys suddenly stared up at Atsumu. It took him a hot second to figure out what they were signalling.

“OH HEY Y/N!!”

“We’re standing next to each other you don’t have to yell-“

“Let’s go to this uhh place yeah this place after school tomorrow!! Since we have time before practice starts.”

The team collectively let out a small groan.

“hmm...sure! I got nothing else to do. Anyways I’m gonna leave first, see ya tomorrow!!” y/n said tiredly.

y/n walked out of the gym to head home, where her bed is waiting.

“This place.’ Nice one ‘Tsumu,” Osamu said sarcastically.

“Hey, it worked and she didn’t question it, so it’s FINE. You try to improvise on the spot.” he retorted.

Kita grabs the team’s five second attention span.

“Okay so tomorrow we meet up usual time. Atsumu you keep her with you at all times. We’ll bring in the cake and decorate the gym,” he said.

“What about the present?” their libero asked.

“I got that. I’ll bring it tomorrow and we can wrap it here too. It would look to suspicious if I walked into school with a present in hand.” Suna said.

“What did we get her?” Atsumu asked.

“Can’t tell ya. Ya mouth is gonna run loose.” Osamu replied.

Atsumu frowned, knowing it’s true.

“Okay, we all set for tomorrow? Everyone understands their roles?”

“Yessir!!” the team answered in unison.

“Day 2 of Operation y/n begins now.”

“Shouldn’t you be saying that tomorrow?” Suna questioned.

“Oh shut up with your technicalities.”

y/n’s whole day was the same as usual, ignoring the fact that the team has been weird lately. She feels like she forgot something though. Today feels like it should be more special but she doesn’t know why...

“Hey y/n let’s go!” Atsumu called from the classroom door.

“Coming!!”

Atsumu and y/n walk out of school together.

“So where are we going, Atsumu?” y/n asked curiously.

“It’s a surprise!” he replied with a wink.

The road they walk on slowly turns into dirt. Atsumu suddenly puts his hands over y/n’s eyes.

“Oh god, I always knew you’d be the one that kills me,” y/n said with a gasp.

“What the fuck are ya on?? No, I just want you to be surprised.”

Atsumu guided y/n forward and turned her. He released his hands from her eyes. In front of her was a field of flowers.

y/n’s eyes lit up with excitement and wonder.

“WOAHH ATSUMU HOW DID YOU FIND THIS PLACE?? ITS SO PRETTYY!!” she exclaimed.

“I have my ways. I knew you’d like it.”

He winked again.

The two of them spent some time wondering the field, being careful to not trample any flowers, and taking pictures.

Atsumu’s phone went off. It was a text message from Kita.

[Captain Kita: get y/n here in 10 mins.]

[Tsumu: will do boss!!]

“y/n!!! practice is gonna start soon let’s head back.”

“awww but it’s so pretty hereeee...can’t we just stay a little longer??” she pleaded with a pout.

Atsumu chuckles, “We can come back tomorrow if you want.”

y/n eyes are lit up with the excitement of a child.

“REALLY?? YOU’RE DA BEST ATSUMU!!” she exclaimed while hugging him.

The both of them walked back to school, talking about their plans to come back to the flower field.

[Captain Kita: you can bring her into the gym]

[Captain Kita: everything is ready👍👍]

“y/n you go to the gym ahead! I need to uh go to the...restroom! yeha i need to go to the restroom real quick!!” Atsumu said as he ran off in the opposite direction of the restroom.

y/n walked up to the gym doors. She slowly opens them. She is welcomed with darkness. The lights are off.

Suddenly they flash on.

“SURPRISEE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!”

y/n was shocked. This was what they were doing? Planning for a birthday that she forgot she had and NOT her murder?

“oh my god...y-you guys didn’t have to,” she stuttered.

“We wanted to show you how much we appreciated you!! You do a lot for the club, y/n,” Kita replied.

“NOW OPEN YA PRESENT, I’VE BEEN DYING TO KNOW WHAT IT IS,” Atsumu yelled, kind of out of breath.

“Where did you come from-“

“Took the long way around,” he replied.

y/n takes the nicely wrapped gift into her hands. She immediately starts shaking it.

“y/n you’re gonna break it, just open it-“

y/n carefully takes off the wrapping paper. It was too nice, she didn’t want tear it up. What she saw made her so happy. It was something she has always wanted!!

“Oh my god, THANKS GUYS!! How did you know that I wanted this?”

“You’ve mentioned it a couple of times and I saw you looking at them on Amazon during our free time,” Suna answered.

Osamu turned to y/n and handed her a slice of cake, “Have some cake y/n. I spent all night baking it.”

y/n took a bite of her favourite flavour cake.

“THISHH ISH SHOO GOODJS OSHAMYU!!” she exclaimed with her mouth full of cake.

The rest of the team got their slices and sat down eating it. They were making jokes and laughing. All in all they were having a good time together. Opperation y/n was a success.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #inarizaki #inarizaki x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x you #shinsuke kita x reader #osamu miya #kita shinsuke #atsumu imagine #osamu miya x reader #suna x reader #x reader #one shot #admin oli

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jupitermelichios · 4 years ago

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On a more possitive note, I’ve started watching Sword Art Online. It’s one of the worst things I’ve ever seen (and the last film I saw in cinemas was Cats to give you context for the scale i’m working on here) and I kind of adore it in much the same way I love garbage like Smallville or Twilight. It’s so stupid on so many levels. You could challenge someone to write the worst anime, and it would almost certainly be better than SAO. It’s almost hypnotic how terrible it is.

No one should watch this terrible terrible show so I therefore don’t feel at all bad that I’m about the spoil absolutely everything, but honestly if you do also hate-watch this please come talk to me about how terrible it is. I don’t know anyone else who watches it.

Highlights of Season 1 include:

everyone is trapped in an MMO, and if you die in the MMO you die IRL. but if you were a beta-tester you’re probably fine because they just let them keep all their levels and items from the testing, so they’re all massively OP and everyone just accepts this as a normal and non-game-breaking thing

it’s a fantasy MMO but there’s no races, no magic system, no weapons except swords and maces, and not even an option to dual wield - literally all you can do in this fucking game is stand in front of an enemy and mash the attack button. I’m pretty sure they’re trapped there because the devs realised no one would play this post launch-day otherwise because it’s boring as shit

when the villain traps everyone he also just changs all their avatars to look like they do IRL for absolutely no reason, like actually none, he doesn’t even say he thinks it would be funny, he just does it and no one questions it and it is literally never mentioned again because this is the worst TV show ever animated.

in the second episode the main character deliberately witholds information about how to defeat a boss, indirectly causing multiple deaths. there is absolutely no reason for him to withhold it, he was just being a jerk because he doesn’t like people

in the third episode they reset his entire personality and he’s now a selfless hero pretending to be a lower level than he really is so people will find him more relateable and be his friend because all he wants is to help people. this is not a consequence of episode 2, they just decided they didnt like the character as he’d previously been written.

he makes some new friends who are all objectively terrible people who have decided for no season that the twelve year old who doesn’t really know how to play and keeps having anxiety attacks about the very real possibility of death has to be the guild tank. the MC is high enough level to be functionally immortal in like half the levels, but doesn’t tell anyone this he just lets them go on bullying this child

none of his friends survive that episode, in the game or IRL. which is also a christmas epsiode. a child dies in battle because she’s a terrible tank and then a man commits suicide out of guilt, so then the main character murders santa to try and bring them back from the actual dead but it doesn’t work because again, this is a video game and they are dead IRL, so then he walks off into the snow alone. Christmas!

we meet the best character in the entire show in episode 4, Rosalia, who has gone evil and started just straight murdering people because she’s sick of being an attractive adult woman who can’t get a date because she’s surrounded by lolicons who are only interested in the preteen characters (not a joke, that comes up, the show is firmly on the side of the lolicons)

in the same episode we get an extended bra and panty sequence staring an actual fucking child, like canonically this character is maybe 13 at best. this is one of only 2 occaisions when they feel the need to undress a character and it’s the fucking 12 year old, it’s so gross it reads like a parody of itself

literally every single named female character aged over 8 who talks to the MC falls in love with him after like 5 minutes (and in season 2 this includes his actual sister). he shows absolutely no interest in any of them (including his sister, thank god) until...

the main character gets engaged to a girl he only knows from an MMO after a virtual single date (he doesn’t actually win her in a PVP match but only because he looses the match, he 100% canonically tries to win her in a match, which she is apparently fine with). he then doesn’t bother to ask for her real name until the final episode, he just calls her by her screen name

(that’s okay though becuase it turns out that this moron of a love interest used her real name, on a local server, in a game where your character looks like you do IRL, because apparently getting doxxed is her hobby)

they then get in-game married off screen. there’s not even like a still of a wedding photo. nothing. the main character proposes and then the show immediately jumps to the honeymoon, it’s fucking bizarre.

they find a creepy child dressed all in white with no memory alone in the woods a week into their honeymoon who starts calling them mommy and daddy literally seconds after they first meet her, and they don’t suspect anything suss is going on and adopt her

for hilarity bear in mind the main character may only be 15 at this point (he says he’s only just turned 16 in the last epsiode, but his actual birthday is never mentioned), and his virtual wifu is 16, but no one ever questions the marriage or the adoption, even though ‘hey marriage in a video game is as important and meaningful as marriage in real life’ is an actual conversation people have multiple times. also they think the child they adopt is an actual IRL 8 year old who thinks these randos she met in an MMO are her mum and dad and everyone just goes with that like it’s a totally normal thing

a character called ‘Thinker’ agrees to meet an enemy faction leader for peace talks. the “peace talks” take place in a high level dungeon and he is told to come alone with no weapons and no fast travel. he does this. no one ever comments that his name is ironic, and in fact they seem to think that being betrayed and trapped in a dungeon with a boss is a totally unexpected turn of events Thinker could never have planned for

they take their new baby into the dungeon to rescue thinker, because they went to the jean grey school of baby rearing, and she imediately reveals that she’s actually a magical maggufin with infinite power, murders the grim reaper, and then dies. In literally the second episode she’s in

after she dies the MC hacks the admin account of the game, converts her corpse into an in game item, and saves to the local storage on his console, with the intention of bringing her back to life as a robot once they’re saved from the game. I’m not joking, that’s an actual thing that happens.

the fact that the main character can just access the main admin account and make massive game-breaking changes isn’t used again in that game and he never thinks to try and use it to force log people out or give himself infinite life so he can just rush the game and free everyone. nope, convert a corpse into an item and then never think about it again.

there’s an entire episode where all they do is go fishing. its the only filler episode in the season, and it immediately follows the death of a small child. it’s the most tone-deaf beach episode in writing history

it turns out this game, this game where they didn’t bother coding in any difference races, weapons, or any kind of magic system, was intended to have fully sentient AI therapists, because why the fuck not at this point honestly

oh also the game has PVP and you can trick the game into thinking a sleeping player is in PVP with you in order to actually murder a real person without it flagging in-game as a murder making the crime impossible for the real life legal system to investigate even though you just murdered a person. and they expect us to believe this game had actual beta testers. at least cyberpunk wasn’t played on microwaves you connected straight to your brain (also not a joke, the VR consoles canonically work by sending microwave radiation into your brain, no wonder VR never caught on)

the set up for the show is that they have to reach level 100 of a dungeon in order to win. At level 75, the writers got bored and the show just ends.

it turns out the power of love allows you to just break the fucking game and the main villain literally has a line about how ‘love allows you to remove debuffs, huh, we didn’t think to plan for that’ because again, there’s no metaphors in this show, everything is 100% literal including the fact that falling in love with another player means you’re immune to the paralysis status effect

power of love also allows you to very briefly become a poltergeist after being killed, but only for like 2 seconds. again not a joke or a metaphor, main character is killed but then gets to hang around as a ghost for a little bit to enable him to defeat the boss. he also doesn’t die in real life despite that being the entire fucking premise of the show, again because power of love.

the bad guy literally has no plan, he’s just doing shit for the sake of having something to do. His actions directly cause the deaths of more than 4,000 people, and it’s not even in aid of anything. they ask him why he trapped 10,000 people in an MMO and allowed them to slowly die, and he’s just like ‘huh, i forgot i did that, random’ and then just fucking peaces out

the fact that he committed one of the largest mass killings outside of war never really comes up again, as far as we know he doesn’t even go to jail. i think the show actually kind of thinks he’s a good guy, which is a fucking WILD moral stance to take on the deaths of 4000 completely innocent people for absolutely no reason

If this sounds hilari-bad but you don’t want to invest the time to watch a show which is objectively garbage, it has an abridged series which is famously better than the show it’s parodying (i’m dead serious, people have character arcs, the getting married after one date thing is properly addressed, the mc has to deal with PTSD because of all his friends dying in epsidode 3, they don’t immediately follow the death of a child with an extended fishing montage, the villain has an actual plan). It’s mostly actually pretty good, but this is the internet and it’s an abridged series, so while there are a lot fewer yikes moments than most it still has enough that I’m not comfortable recommending it without the caveat. that said I still enjoyed it a lot, although possibly not at much as pointing and laughing at the garbage that is the actual show.

#sao bashing #kirito bashing #sao abridged #good bad shows #i love this garbage show so much #it's one of the funniest things i've watched all year #and none of that is intentional #sword art online bashing #if you also love hate this show please come talk to me about how terrible it is

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thoughts-on-bangtan · 4 years ago

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BTS at Golden Disc Awards 2021

by Admin 1

On the 9th and 10th of January 2021 BTS attended the Golden Disc Awards, and performed on the second day as well. Being there they won the Digital Bonsang for Dynamite on the 9th and the Bonsang, as well as the Album Daesang for Map of the Soul : 7, on the 10th. Amazing achievements which I sincerely congratulate them on.

When it comes to the performance, it was, most certainly, another amazing collection of stages bringing something new once more, even if they presented songs we’ve already seen at previous award shows this season. The opening came in form of Black Swan, though they didn’t sing any of it. It was more an intro showcasing the entrance of the members and highlighted Yoongi’s return to the stage, at least partially.

The stage featured big metal winds, low lighting, and the members clad in black and white clothing including leather elbow length gloves for Namjoon and Yoongi, and pretty chockers for Taehyung and Jimin. The highlight though was Jungkook’s hair which isn’t dark anymore, but instead has been bleached and dyed a pretty blond. Personally I think it suits him pretty well.

More below the cut since this is shaping up to be pretty long:

Next up was ON, which was powerful and fierce, though still missing Yoongi, which is all too understandable. Even though he can stand on stage again and hold his mic in his left hand (his surgery was on the left shoulder), it will still be a while until he’ll be able to dance with the members. ON has certainly grown a lot on me and I enjoy their performances of it immensely, and it was much the case this time as well.

The transition from ON to Life Goes On came in form of the stage being made to look like their individual rooms from BE which appeared on the digital walls around them. Their clothes were mostly comfy, though Jimin’s resembled their outfits from all the way back during I NEED U/RUN era. The transition/VCR like moment ended with the instrumental to We Are Bulletproof : The Eternal and the stage looking much the way the MV did with the whale swimming around them in an ocean of shades of purple, blue and pink.

For Life Goes On they had miniature versions of some of their most iconic MV sets on pedestals. It was a really cute idea and I enjoyed the execution a lot. The members seemed relaxed and enjoying themselves, Jimin and Taehyung even having their little moment of looking at each other twice, these moments certainly having become something I always kind of look forward to when it comes to LGO stages.

Another tiny Jimin and Taehyung detail was Jimin sending a brief, barely noticeable (by the viewer) finger heart which I hadn’t even noticed until my fourth rewatch. It definitely fits with all these other small gestures we’ve seen from these two in recent months, like the finger hearts and kissy faces during their Lotte Family Concert performance of Boy with Luv or hugging each other on day 1 and doing a fun handshake and dance on day 2 during Dionysus at the MOTS ON:E concert visible only on one of the side cameras, not the main one.

The grand finale was the Slow Jam remix of Dynamite which worked perfectly with the chill out lounge/bar atmosphere created on stage fitting with the Great Gatsby theme. The members wore mostly suits in white, blue in Namjoon’s case, and a bright yellow when it comes to Taehyung, as well as Hoseok who had a white button down which Tae did not. While a normal person would look ridiculous in it, Taehyung looked absolutely stunning and made it more than work. After so many energetic performances of Dynamite since its release, seeing such a calm version was really nice and refreshing, showing how versatile BTS and their music are, how they can captivate an audience with fast songs made for big choreographies and stage productions, but also these slow, more chill types of tracks. A marvelous idea, truly.

There was also an encore stage where they sang ON again but this time along with Yoongi on stage which had some hilarious moments, especially Namjoon and Seokjin being silly waving their arms around while kneeling opposite each other on stage during Jungkook’s bridge. Cute.

Afterward the members were at something like a red carpet after interview where they took pictures with their awards (Jungkook and Taehyung even making their Bonsang and Daesang awards kiss much the way film director Bong Joon Ho made his two Oscars kiss last year) and were asked to do a relay of saying something to each other.

All translations of their words are taken from Vernal_Bom on twitter.

J-hope to Jimin

“I didn’t feel lonely in 2020 thanks to Jimin. Thank you for making me laugh. Give me happiness and laugh in 2021 as well.” Jimin (turning to Namjoon): “It seems he can never live without me”

Honestly the bond between Jimin and Hoseok is so cute and wonderful and you can see, and hear in their words, how important they are to each other, and how grateful Hobi is. We know the members were having a really hard time in 2020 so it doesn’t surprise me that Hobi would highlight the other members, or in this case Jimin, as one of the main reasons why he made it through it. After all we also know that those two made a song together which unfortunately didn’t make it onto BE. Hopefully we might get it one day at least as SoundCloud release, or perhaps on the next album instead.

Jimin to RM

It was you who made us pull ourselves together to go through 2020. I am always grateful, and it’d be nice if you share you height a little with me in 2021, be healthy and happy. RM: Okay thank you

I love how Jimin used this (public) opportunity to tell/remind Namjoon of how important he was for them especially in 2020, as leader and surely also as friend, yet still also made a little joke to still keep the atmosphere light. After he was done speaking Jimin also hugged Namjoon, which showed once more how tiny he is in comparison.

RM to JK

It’s finally today, Jungkook-si, in 10 years! You are Golden Maknae! The day that you will prove your nickname! You are proving it right now with your hair color, but in 2021, I hope the year will be filled with gold, like your nickname. Stay healthy. Let’s ‘Jje-kkit-up’ together this year too! (check it up.. the usual Namjoon saying lol)

It’s quite something to think about and realize, isn’t it, this year 10 years pass since Jungkook became a BigHit trainee and moved into their first dorm with Namjoon, Hoseok, Yoongi and Seokjin. I’m curious if Bangtan, as well as BigHit, have some kind of plan for JK specifically for this year that Namjoon chose to highlight his Golden Maknae nickname in such a way, or if it was more of a reminder to JK, that he’s so worthy despite how he doubts himself, and despite how he himself said he’s been going through tough times in 2020.

JK to V

V hyung, when we were trainees we were getting along so well, (V: We are not now???) No!!! i didn’t mean it. You are becoming so much of an stand-up (reliable, I assume in this context) guy. Thank you for doing all the schedules with us. jhope: who’s hyung here?

The bond these two share might just be one of the biggest mysteries and causes for conflicts and fights within the fandom, or particular parts of it. After their conversation In The SOOP, I’d like to believe they’ve figured out whatever issue might've arisen between them in the past, found a way to solve and move past it slowly, and rekindled their friendship once more. Seeing at how well they’ve been getting along (on camera) these past few months, I think it might've been so. It’s curious to me though that JK chose to say this instead of something more akin to what Jimin said to Namjoon, or Hoseok to Jimin.

V to Jin

V: (turns to Jin) Jin: This is too close V: I listened to Abyss and that makes my heart ache too... Jin: Thank you V: hyung, your song is so good. Make more songs in 2021, let Army and us listen to your song more. Jin: Okayokay V: and I play game with you to relieve stress.... sorry for talking in ban-mal (informal form). —(also speaking in informal way) Jin: No no it was so fun V: I love you Jin: I love you too

I absolutely adore the bond these two share and I love that Tae chose to say what he did. We know Seokjin has been going through a hard time in 2020, that he dealt with something I’d call imposter syndrome, so I’m glad we got to know even more about how Tae was there for him, something we otherwise would’ve never known. Certain people try to portray Tae as the one member that is almost estranged from his other members, who barely has anything to do with the group outside of schedules, and yet it’s moments like this--as well as Seokjin telling us in his birthday vlive that Tae organized for everyone including his non-BTS friends to send Seokjin birthday wishes in video form to show him how loved and appreciated he is--are the proof that those people are wrong. Tae is very close with his members, and he’s the ambassador of OT7 or nothing, the members his closest friends and brothers, his found and chosen family.

Jin to Suga

Jin: Yoongi ya, do it well. Suga: Okay.... Jin: Do well on your rehab, and...uh... let’s do well going forward. Suga: Okay.. I will...

These two are so close yet due to their introverted nature their interactions such as this one are just so hilarious and adorable at the same time. Their dynamic is wonderful and this just seems like peak Yoongi-Jin behavior.

Suga to j-hope

SG: (unable to look into hobi’s eyes) Our hobi JH: Suga! SG: You did work hard in 2020 (evading eye contact) JH: hahhahahah and? SG: Let’s not fall sick in 2021, and hwaiting... JH: “Hwaiting hyung, and take good care of your health!”

The saga of Yoongi being unable to look Hoseok in the eye continues and it’s just as precious as ever. They stood so close, and while Yoongi wasn’t able to look into Hoseok’s eyes, it’s funny how he was the one who initiated the whole “them standing so close together” thing. I love the difference between how Seokjin didn’t even try to make eye-contact while Hoseok playfully challenged Yoongi and tried to coax him into it anyway knowing it’ll make Yoongi laugh and smile. It’s such a Yoongi-Hoseok thing, I love it.

And with that, the award was over and now also my post. I hope you enjoyed reading it! :3

#bts #bangtan seonyandan #golden disk awards #golden disc awards 2021 #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #namjoon #seokjin #yoongi #hoseok #vmin #namjin #life goes on #performance commentary #Vmin cute moments #Namjin being silly together #Yoongi is back!#bts gif

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moonlightchn · 4 years ago

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~WHOLESOME WEDNESDAY~

Not to be a soft motherfucker but I've been wanting to do this again for a week now so I guessed I would try my best to fit as many of my thoughts here as I can without being annoying or tumblr fucking up plz bear with me heh but we know none of those are actually possible anyway so THERES THAT also this is fucking long wow ANYWAY

WARNING WORD VOMIT sjsjsjsj I dont even know what i wrote I'm sorry but I'm tagging yall anyway

Some of you I speak to on a daily basis, yknow? Like,, as admin. And its fucking insane because like- I don't know but like isn't it insane? sjajsjsj How fast some people come to grow in your heart and get under your skin and become so important for you. I think it's crazy. That in four months or so I've made more friends in here that in my whole life and I've learned so much about life and myself and I've gotten marked and some of you imprinted on my mind and heart forever. And like HELL I wasn't here when most big dramas happened but I was here for two very big ones and like??? idk it feels like all of us have been through shared crises and somehow grown closer sjajskwjs idk I'm weird and im sensitive today and I just feel like wow what would I be doing without all of you right now? probably studying. or scrolling Twitter in which I never spoke to anyone. or watching Instagram stories and getting sad over how all my ex class partners are still in contact and hang out and keep strong relationships while I just sit here. like, I know we all say this place sucks and we hate it and its toxic and don't get me wrong of course some people is fucking shitty and they take a toll on a lot of others but that like... it also happens in real life yknow?? but like in real life how many people do you think would actually idk sit with you through a panic attack or stay up with you till 8am or wake up in the middle of the night or rave with you or hype you up or have meme wars or send you daily jokes or just randomly tell you how much you mean to them or make posts asking where you are when you disappear or been gone for too long or make people that doesnt know you send you birthday wishes? like I'm not saying it doesnt happen but isnt it wonderful that it happens HERE with US where maybe out of 10 people only 2 know each other in real life? Isnt it wonderful that we're from all around the world? that you half of the time dont realize someone isnt from English speaking places because they're too good or even when they're not that good no one judges you because this is such an inclusive and wonderful place for people of all races and colors and sexualities and nationalities and body types and hair colors?

idk I'm just RAMBLING but like I wanted to let everyone know that even if we dont speak, even if we NEVER spoke, even if we're only on each others tag lists, or even if I was and you took me off or I took you off or if you deleted or if you have 817383 bots and you speak to me in all of them or only one or whatever PLEASE just know that I love you so much and I appreciate you and you're awesome and if you made some mistakes know that you CAN fix them you CAN learn and be better you CAN grow.

I believe that everyone is capable of learning and changing and everyone deserves a second chance as long as they genuinely show the intention of changing and bettering themselves. I believe that we're capable of forgiving and maintaining healthy relationships without hard feelings. I believe we all have goodness. I believe we all are small universes and we have stars in our eyes and supernovas in our brains and a million things to discover and I believe its funnier to be together than alone and I'm rambling again but like idk just yesterday I was sending someone a message telling them how maybe I'm fucking delusional and naive because who the fuck goes out on their daily saying "be skeptical. dont trust too much. always pay attention" but then after two days of talking with someone they're fucking platonically whipped and would sell their soul as long as they can see those around them happy? trick question I know many of you do too which WORRIES ME PLZ DONT PUT YOUR HEARTS ON THE LINE SO EASILY I drifted I forgot what I was saying oh welp

Anyway for some of you i have so much to say I could write endless paragraphs about you about admins and characters and life and wow I do speak a lot to admins sometimes I speak more to admins as admin that the characters and for some others I can only say a few things or wish you to have a good day some of you I only ever spoke to your character or we talked too little or never at all wow I say that a lot but like one thing yall have in common is that I love you so much even if you don't know me or dont care alright I dont care if you don't care I LOVE YOU and you can FIGHT ME if you dont wanna accept it smh I just want you to know that this place so many of you have been feeling is crumbling down or hurting them or isnt the same anymore is MY safe place too is a place where I feel comfortable and secure and I know, well decide to believe, that you guys would never do willingly anything to hurt another and yknow sometimes I just sit in bed and look at my account and I'm like wow I suck I should delete but then I'm like I could never do that to you I really couldn't because I've been told so many times I'm peoples safe place too and I would never want to take that away from you yknow

I mean I'm not gonna say we shouldn't pay attention to the bad things that happen because this is somehow our home and it's on us to protect it but I think that we shouldnt focus so much on it. because theres still so many good things that we overlook when we think of the bad or when we let things get to us or when we decide to act out of impulse and not think through stuff yknow

ANYWAAY what I'm trying to say is that I love you all so so so so so much and this is my safe place because you're here for me when I need it and I would never give you guys up for anything and like i have so many people for whom i stay daily and try my best and I hope that someday when you need a reason i can be that for you too because I've said this in private but I want everyone to know that this is my corner too and I will always fight for it and protect it so like we can all fight for it together whenever things get rough or you can leave me alone and maybe I'm being super dramatic and putting a lot of weight on this but I started overthinking like halfway and in just tthink that I want to keep yall close to me and my heart forever ok so stay safe and healthy and happy yeah fight for your happiness fight for what you deserve fight for what you want and don't let anyone ANYONE EVER take away from you your joy and your spark and your will to be yourself ok bye

#adminnie soft hours #is this even wholesome idk #ita word vomit #bye

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yandere-society · 5 years ago

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Reincarnate

Synopsis: ‘Taehyung hates his immortal life, rueing the day Namjoon blessed him with eternity. But now, a hundred years later, he stumbles across someone who he— who they— want to keep forever.’

Pairing: Taehyung × Fem!Reader × Namjoon

Genre: Inspired by Interview with a Vampire, Horror

Word Count: 7K

Admin: @chimchimsauce

Trigger warnings: yandere-themes, descriptions of manipulation and physical harm. Please read with caution.

Rain patters peacefully against the large diner windows, blurring the lights of the cars passing by on the highway. The smell of cheap coffee wafts through the air as a tired-looking waitress wipes a rag over the empty countertop.

YN sighs, eyeing her own cup of now cold coffee and watery grits. She’s ordered almost an hour ago to calm her nerves about her upcoming interview. But with each minute that passes by, the reporter becomes more and more aware that the mysterious man on the phone had stood her up. She really shouldn’t be surprised anymore. She gets more prank calls than actual ones.

And yet, the disappointment is still there. The man who called her only this afternoon seemed much different from the giggling teenagers who claimed to have the latest scoop. His voice had been heavenly, enchanting even. Surely a voice like that couldn’t belong to a prankster.

Her rubbery eggs suggest otherwise.

Rising in anger (both at the mystery man for ditching and at herself for sitting here this long) YN begins to pack her bag, shoving notebooks and recorders into her small satchel before plopping two dollars on the table as a tip. When she turns to go, however, the woman nearly screams out in fright, startled by the stranger standing right in front of her.

Any snarky remark she intended on delivering falls dead on her tongue as her eyes widen, taking in the man before her. YN can confidently say in the twenty-four years she’s been alive, she’s never seen someone so beautiful. She openly stares at him, taking in his tall height, broad shoulders, large hands, and perfectly sculpted face. Even his attire is gorgeous. His fitted shirt hugs his body closely, jeans hanging on his waist loosely, ears pierced with sparkly silver jewelry.

This man belongs on a runway, not in a run-down diner under a highway.

“Sorry for making you wait,” he says jovially, not uncomfortable at the slightest due to her blatant staring.

“I - what?” YN asks, finally coming back to reality.

The stranger doesn’t respond, sliding into the other side of the booth and propping his head on his hands, looking at her endearingly. It causes color to rush to YN’s cheeks as she sits down just as quickly as she stood, trying to seem less frazzled than she really is.

“It’s okay,” the reporter says, finally putting two and two together and realizing that the handsome stranger was the one who called her, “Things happen,”

He smiles lazily, the expression sending YN’s heart into overdrive.

“Thanks for being so understanding,” he says with that beautiful voice of his, “I had a . . . prior engagement,”

His easy smile morphs into an amused one, making YN believe he’s referencing some inside joke she doesn’t understand.

“Would you like to order something? Coffee maybe?”

“I’m good, thank you,” he responds.

“Ah, well,” YN starts, trying to move on.

She really needs a story. The small newspaper she works for has had declining numbers this entire year. She’s afraid if she doesn’t write something spectacular, she’ll be laid off. YN rummages through her bag and sets up her recorder.

“You don’t mind, do you?” YN asks, looking up at the man.

He just shakes his head, the amused look on his face staying firm. It doesn’t quite sit right with her.

“You said you believe a vampire is behind the recent animal attacks that have been plaguing the town,” she asks once she’s certain that the device is recording.

She’s not one to waste time.

“Mmhm,” the man says, still grinning.

“And why is that, Mr . . .” YN trails off, realizing that she doesn’t know the man’s name.

He didn’t mention it earlier on the phone.

“Kim,” he says, “Kim Taehyung,”

For some inexplicable reason, that name seems familiar to her. She can’t tell where she’s heard it before, the memory lurking right out of her reach.

“Mr. Kim,” YN says, licking her suddenly parched lips, “You are aware that vampires are just myths, aren’t you? Especially around this season, it can be easy to blur the lines between fantasy and reality,”

For the first time since they’ve met, Taehyung’s eternal smile droops.

“Believe me, Beastie, vampires are most certainly real,”

“As fascinating as that would be to believe,” YN says, ignoring his strange conviction, “The attacks have been reported by the authorities as animal attacks. It’s not uncommon for a wolf to wander into town, considering Mistyhollow is completely surrounded by woods.”

Mistyhollow, the town YN grew up in, as the most uninteresting place on Earth. Even as a child, the sleepy town made YN restless, made her want to escape and see the real world. College had been that escape for her, but once both of her parents passed away in a freak accident, YN had no other choice but to come back and sort everything out.

The guilt is what made her stay. Her parents had been driving up to surprise her for her birthday when a semi-truck came out of nowhere and totaled their car and took both of them out of this world. YN couldn’t shake the feeling of responsibility, couldn’t turn her back of the town her parents loved.

So now, five years later, YN is still stuck here at this place, chasing adventure the only way she knows how.

“No animal has the prowess to kill the exact same way every time. Every person who was murdered died because of a fatal wound right here,”

The man - Taehyung - places two of his long fingers over his jugular.

“How did you know that?” YN asks, bewildered.

That information hadn’t been released to the public. The only way YN knows it to be true is because the chief of police - an old friend of her father’s - mentioned it to her when he came over to check on her last weekend. The large spike in murders caused the middle-aged man to worry for her safety, especially since he had taken it upon himself to watch over her ever since her parents passed.

“Because I know who killed them,” Taehyung says breezily and without a care in the world.

YN’s heartbeat skyrockets. She’s never seen Taehyung before tonight and Mistyhollow is small enough that she knows almost everyone. There’s a very real possibility that he indeed was the one to kill all those people or that he’s in cahoots with them.

The woman’s fear must be evident in her expression because Taehyung continues.

“Don’t be afraid. There won’t be any more murders in this town after tonight,” he tries (and fails) to soothe her.

YN stands up, story be damned. She’s not sitting next to a murderer for one second longer.

But before she can even blink, Taehyung is in front of her, cold hand wrapped around her wrist. His grip isn’t tight, but it’s firm enough to prevent her escape.

“Off so soon, miss LN? I haven’t even given you my story yet,”

Taehyung is incredibly bemused, YN’s growing terror causing him to smile.

“Let me go,” she demands, trying to free herself, “Or I’ll scream,”

“Go ahead,” Taehyung offers, not moving an inch.

The coldness seems to spread throughout her body the longer he’s touching her.

YN doesn’t hesitate. She screams at the top of her lungs, the sound sharp and shrill, every ounce of fear forcing its way out.

But nothing happens. No one comes running as she’d hoped they would. It’s at this moment that YN realizes that the two of them are all alone.

“I came here to be interviewed,” Taehyung says, “It’s incredibly rude to run out on me, especially since I had to travel such a long distance,”

“Please don’t kill me,” YN pleads, her voice barely above a whisper.

She’s terrified, completely frozen in place.

“Kill you?” Taehyung asks as if the thought had never occurred to him, “Of course not, beastie. I’d never hurt you,”

His words are much too loving for the situation they’re currently in.

“Then what do you want from me?” YN asks, brain coming up with a million different scenarios, some even worse than death.

“I just want you to listen to me. Is that so much to ask?”

“N-no,” YN says, willing to go along with whatever he says until she can figure out a way to escape.

“Good. It’s nice to see you obedient for once, Beastie,” Taehyung says, guiding her back to her spot in the booth and finally releasing her.

She knows that another attempt to run would not be smart.

“Now where were we,” Taehyung asks, settling back in, “Ah, right. You don’t believe in vampires. I don’t blame you. I didn’t either. Not at first,”

“Do you have any proof?” YN forces herself to ask, continuing to play her role.

Taehyung tilts his head to the side, thinking.

“You know, I think I’d like to order something after all,”

And just like that, the waitress reappears from the kitchen, approaching the table as normal, as if she hadn’t heard YN scream only moments ago. The reporter is completely stunned. The waitress doesn’t even look at her. She’s standing too stiffly for her stance to appear normal, a dazed, glazed look in her eyes.

“Hi, doll,” Taehyung regards the lady with a patronizing tone even though she’s old enough to be his mother, “I’ll take a cup of coffee,”

As the waitress walks away, YN notices the two puncture wounds in her neck, right where all the other victims had been attacked. Her mouth dries out as she tries to swallow, noticing the blood oozing from the wounds. When she’s finally able to tear her eyes from the sight, her eyes connect with Taehyung’s.

“Persuasion works really well right after I bite someone,” he says casually, dragging his tongue across his lengthened canines, “She’ll be fine soon enough,”

YN is silent, struggling to process what’s going on.

Vampires are real. Vampires have been behind the mass murders in town. The man in front of her is a vampire.

For some reason, it isn’t nearly as difficult to accept as she’d thought.

“Why tell me this?” YN finds herself asking as the waitress hands Taehyung his coffee.

He swaps his fresh cup for YN’s cold one.

“You wanted a story didn’t you, Beastie?” Taehyung asks, “So I’m going to tell you a story. Listen well and drink that coffee, we’re gonna be here a while.”

The day was sunny. Taehyung never knew how much he would grow to hate sunny days. It was sunny when a snake shot out and bit his new wife, sickening her until she faded away like snow in spring, taking their unborn child with her.

The funeral was held on a sunny day. Taehyung’s tears and bloodshot eyes did not match the warm green grass and cheerful birds. And so he retreated into his too big, too empty house, unaware of the calculating eyes watching his every move.

Time went by in a haze of bar fights and blowing his money in the whore house, desperate to feel something - anything. But no matter what the twenty-three-year-old did, all he felt was empty. He’d loved his wife so completely that her death seemed to destroy him as well.

It was another one of those nights where the man was drunk just as the sky turned dark, getting yelled at for cheating at the game of cards he’d just won. Staggering, Taehyung stumbles to his feet, raising his fists for another fight. But before the seething man across from him can sock him in the throat, someone pulls him away, spewing apologies to the other man and hurrying the both of them away before Taehyung can cause even more trouble.

Taehyung doesn’t even bother to look at who his savior is. The world is spinning too much for him to care about anything. His shoes catch on the ground, causing him to lurch forward only to be rescued by the stranger at the last second. The sudden change in momentum is the final straw for Taehyung. He gags before puking all over himself and the floor, probably getting some on the stranger based on the sound of displeasure he makes.

The stranger drops Taehyung, the man landing in a heap on the ground. Taehyung groans but doesn’t complain, content being trash on the side of the road.

“Honestly,” the stranger begins, “You’re quite a mess, aren’t you, Taehyung,”

He crouches beside Taehyung, finally giving the drunk a look at his face.

The stranger is handsome, tall and poised. The smile on his face is wicked and mischievous causing Taehyung’s heart to sink to his stomach.

“You even ruined my coat,” he says, tutting slightly as if scolding a small child, “But I’m sure you’ll make it up to me,”

“Who are you?” Taehyung asks, the feeling of danger boiling in his stomach.

There’s something off about this man, something sinister.

“Why, I’m your guardian angel,” he says, lips stretching even farther in an unnatural grin.

“Tell me,” he continues once it’s clear that Taehyung has no desire to reply, “Do you want to die?”

“Yes,” the fallen man says quickly, startling himself.

It’s a thought that has been bouncing around his skull ever since his wife died, ever since he realized how alone and miserable he’s been.

“Say your prayers, then,” the stranger says.

In the blink of an eye, the other man is on him, hand tangling into his hair and yanking his head to the side, exposing his neck. Pain radiates through Taehyung as long fangs force their way into his neck, red hot pain shooting through his nervous system.

Taehyung tries to scream but the sound is muffled by the stranger’s hand. The vampire’s eyes flutter closed as he draws in mouthful after mouthful, a near euphoric sensation causing a moan to get caught in his throat.

This desperate man has some of the best blood the vampire’s ever tasted and he’s going to drain him dry.

Despite claiming that he wanted to die only moments ago, Taehyung fights back as best he can, feebly punching at the man and trying to dislodge his fangs from his throat. Prey fighting back usually annoys the vampire but he finds himself in a good mood, pulling away to look Taehyung in the eyes.

“I thought you wanted to die,” he says, amusement lacing his tone as his tongue darts out and licks his bloodstained teeth clean, “Have you changed your mind?”

Taehyung nods as best he can, fiercely glaring at the vampire with a passion that makes the other’s toes curl in delight. He’s going to be a lot of fun.

“Let me cut you a deal, then,” the vampire begins, “I’ll save you, make you like me, but you’ll be mine. Do you understand?”

Taehyung nods again, his world slowly turning black.

And then the vampire is on him again, draining him nearly dry before using his fang to tear into his own wrist, placing his dripping arm up to the dying man and forcing him to drink. Taehyung soon becomes greedy, grasping onto the stranger with as much strength as he has, trying to pull more of the pure power into him.

“That’s enough,” the stranger says, attempting to pull away.

Turning someone else always drains his energy.

Taehyung doesn’t respond, trying to keep drinking his blood. Growing angry, the stranger rips Taehyung off of him, raising both of them into the air and over the neighboring harbor, his clawed hands coming up to strangle him.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” he growls out, eyes as dark as pitch, “I’m the one in charge. Don’t test me,”

And with that, he drops Taehyung into the water.

“The vampire who changed me is named Namjoon,” Taehyung says, watching YN’s hands tremble as she tries to drink the coffee as he told her too, “He’s an insufferable bastard. Manipulative, selfish, mean. I hated him,”

“Then why,” YN begins, “Did you have him save you?”

Her question is hesitant. She’s equally afraid of asking the wrong thing and asking nothing at all.

“I had no idea what my life would turn into,” Taehyung says, a faraway look in his eyes, “If I’d known how it would go, I would have had him kill me . . . or maybe I wouldn’t have,”

His statement is confusing but YN doesn’t push any further.

“My new life began once I crawled out of the water like a drowned rat. I didn’t notice anything different at first. Namjoon wasn’t there and besides an intense ache in my throat, I didn’t feel any better. So I hauled my ass home,”

He pauses. YN gets the impression that talking about his transformation isn’t something Taehyung enjoys doing. It makes her question why he’s forcing this interview.

“The full moon is when it happened. The blood finally took over me. It was the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced. I had escaped into the night and stumbled my way to the cemetery in my back yard. It was a rather morbid time if I think about it,”

“When was this?”

“Seventeen ninety-one,” he replies.

YN tries to hide her shock. The man in front of her is hundreds of years old.

She must have failed because he laughs slightly.

“I’ve aged rather well, haven’t I, Beastie?”

She nods numbly.

“And then the change came. Namjoon appeared. He watched me be ripped apart from the inside and put back together without even flinching. It felt like an eternity, but it was probably a few hours at most. It was still dark when I awoke,”

“What was different?” YN asks, continuing to play her role.

If she somehow manages to escape this diner, she’ll be able to say that she actually had an interview with a vampire.

“Everything,” he says breathlessly, “Everything I thought I knew to be true was a lie. Being human is seeing the world through a filtered, muddied window. Becoming a vampire was like removing the lense. Everything is clearer, sharper,” he lifts his head up, staring at the ceiling, “I can see every flake of paint, every dust molecule drifting through the air. I can hear your heartbeat and the cars on the highway a hundred miles from here,”

“That seems,” YN begins, searching for the right word, “Overwhelming,”

“It was. My whole world had shifted on its axis and started spinning the opposite way,”

Taehyung lay gasping, struggling to pull in air for his burning lungs.

“You can give that up,” Namjoon says, appearing from wherever he’d been hiding and landing softly on the dirt next to Taehyung, “Your lungs don’t work anymore. Stop trying to breathe,”

Seeing as it felt as if the new vampire was suffocating he does as told, holding his breath until his lungs stop screaming.

“You don’t need to breathe any longer,” Namjoon says, leaning over the crumpled Taehyung with a grin on his face, “But I imagine you’re rather hungry,”

It’s as if the words ignited a thirst in Taehyung. He began to claw at his throat as it burned, the need for blood overcoming him.

“Let’s go hunt, shall we? I wouldn’t want my new companion to die of thirst,” Namjoon says jovially, helping Taehyung up and dusting his clothes off.

“You can at least try to be presentable,” he scolds, “You are the head of an estate. You must look the part,”

“How did you know that?” Taehyung asks, eyes taking in all of the new sights and scents he hadn’t been able to register before.

“I know everything,” Namjoon says dismissively.

“Now,” he continues, clapping his hands together, “Follow me,”

And with those final words, Namjoon speeds off. If Taehyung had still been human, he wouldn’t have been able to see him. But his new vampiric sight allowed him to see every step the other took, every swish of his hair as he ducked and dodged branches.

With the thirst growing stronger every second, Taehyung follows him, eager for the feeling to go away. It doesn’t take him long to catch up with Namjoon despite running headfirst into a couple of trees as he tried to get used to his new speed.

Surprisingly, Namjoon doesn’t tease or scold him. The elder vampire simply crouches down at the edge of the forest, looking out into a clearing where a small, shoddily put together house stands. Light blinks in one of the thin windows, Taehyung’s new sight allowing him to make out the candle and the wax that slowly slides down the side.

“Tell me,” Namjoon asks, voice so quiet it would be undetectable by humans, “What do you hear?”

The question annoys Taehyung. He just wants to quench his thirst. But something tells him that Namjoon could end him easily if he stepped out of line. So he obliges, closing his eyes to try and better hear. He picks up the sound of three heartbeats.

“People,” he says, finally, “I hear their heartbeats,”

“Very good,” Namjoon praises, “How many?”

“Three?”

“Wonderful. You’re doing very well, pet. Soon enough you’ll be able to tell even more about prey before you’re anywhere near them. But those skills come with practice. Let’s go eat, hm? The blood in these humans isn’t nearly as delicious as some others, but it will do for now.”

Before any reasonable part of his brain can stop him, Taehyung rushes after Namjoon as they make their way over to the house.

“Now we could just break in and drain them,” Namjoon says to the salivating Taehyung, “But there isn’t any fun in that. Hunting is an art form. Watch.”

The suave vampire raps his knuckles on the door. When it isn’t immediately answered, he knocks again, this time harder. Shuffling can be heard in the small cabin as someone stirs awake, taking the lit candle and peeping through the door hesitantly.

“Hello,” the man begins, clearly confused as to why he has visitors at this late hour.

“Hello,” Namjoon says, barely containing his smile, “My companion and I,” he grips the slightly disheveled Taehyung, pulling him closer, “Were wondering if you could perhaps allow us to stay the night at your wonderful home. You see, we’ve become quite lost and -”

The human slams the door in their faces before Namjoon can even finish. He snarls at the door.

“How rude! And to think, I was going to kill him first so he didn’t have to watch his wife and child die first. Do you see what I get for being so kind?” Namjoon rants, turning to Taehyung.

It’s clear that he wants him to agree. Taehyung nods. The thirst grows more each moment. It’s all he can focus on.

“I’ll draw it out then. Alright,” Namjoon says, ripping the door entirely off of its hinges.

The screaming inside is instant. Namjoon pounces upon the man from earlier, sinking his teeth deep into his flesh. The wife scrambles to protect the screaming child, a boy of eleven or so. But Taehyung is too far gone to process his actions. In the blink of an eye, the new vampire has the woman pinned against the wall, hands squeezing her neck so tightly that it breaks, killing her mid-scream. Taehyung’s mouth aches as fangs push through his gums and find their way into the woman’s shoulder, pulling in mouthful after mouthful. He isn’t sure how long it takes but soon enough her body is completely drained.

The blinding thirst has absolved quite a bit, but it still taunts him, still calls for him to drink more. So he turns to the crying child huddled in the corner, barely registering the joy in Namjoon’s face and the horror in the man’s as he’s forced to watch.

The child doesn’t have a chance. Taehyung bites his shoulder, growing annoyed as he struggles and screams loudly. Without pulling away, he reaches a hand up and crushes his skull, effectively silencing him. After draining him completely, Taehyung licks the streams of blood off his ruined face, sighing in relief at the fullness he feels.

It’s only then when he registers what he’s done.

“My humanity was gone,” Taehyung says, watching the expressions on YN’s face. “Namjoon and I went on a violent killing spree for the first month after my transformation. We killed everyone we came across,”

YN swallows.

How many people must he have killed? Taehyung is over two hundred years old. The number has got to be in the thousands.

“And after I settled into my transformation, once I was free from the desire for blood constantly hanging over my head, I began to hate what I was, what I choose to become. I am a murderer. I steal the lives of innocent people just so I can creep through the night forever. But I could not freely express these emotions. Namjoon was extremely temperamental back then. One wrong word and he’d have me pinned against the ceiling,”

YN chews her lip. She wants to ask more about the relationship between the two men but she also doesn’t want to end up dead on the floor.

“Go ahead, Beastie,” Taehyung prompts, staring at her with eyes too beautiful to belong to a soulless creature such as himself, “Ask your question,”

YN’s cheeks heat up. He’d caught her off guard.

“What exactly . . . was your relationship? With Namjoon?”

Her words are hesitant.

The vampire seems to think for a moment.

“Companions, I suppose,” he says after a pause, “Sometimes more. Often times less. Namjoon always wanted something. He changed me because I had the ability to amuse him. He’d been watching me for quite a while. Namjoon knew the money and influence I held and wanted it for himself. I was nothing more than a plaything for him in the beginning,”

“That sounds toxic,”

“That’s not even the half of it,” he says, laughing a little.

YN supposes that it’s been long enough that he can laugh about it.

“Eventually I grew tired of it,” Taehyung says, becoming more serious, “Namjoon was so happy and I was even more miserable than I was as a human. And one day at dinner I just snapped,”

“Your servants are great cooks. Too bad I can’t enjoy any of the food,” Namjoon says, poking a turkey with a solid silver fork.

A golden goblet sits to his right, filled to the brim with blood. Namjoon’s ringed fingers daintily wrap around the glass’ stem, bringing it to his mouth, his lips painted ruby.

Taehyung sits opposite him, his own glass still full. He cringes internally, thinking of the servants Namjoon put under persuasion to go into the town and kidnap people, only to lock them in the cellar to be used as personal blood bags.

Namjoon shares none of this guilt, jovially chatting away and enjoying his expensive clothes, all bought with Taehyung’s money.

“The decor in here is a little dated, don’t you think, pet? So last century. I say we redecorate,”

“You say a lot,” Taehyung spits, unable to hold his tongue for a moment longer.

Namjoon’s happy expression hardens.

“Oh?”

It’s a challenge, clear as day.

Normally Taehyung would back down immediately, but he’s had enough.

“But you never say anything important. All you do is ramble on and on. Don’t you ever get tired of yourself? I certainly do,” Taehyung snaps.

It feels good to let it all out.

The fork Namjoon had been holding bends in half in his grip.

“You’re an ungrateful brat, you know that?” Namjoon says, struggling to keep his cool, “I give you eternal life and you treat me like this?”

“I’d rather be dead,” Taehyung says, glaring at his ‘savior’.

“That can be arranged,”

And with that, Namjoon launches himself over the table and at Taehyung. The younger vampire was ready, however, and soon a brawl broke out. The two of them completely trashed the banquet hall, Taehyung knocking over a candle and setting the luxurious rug on fire.

The vampires don’t notice, continuing to fight each other viciously. It’s only when the ceiling begins to fall around them that they break away and escape the house fire.

It’s chaos outside as servants scream and search for each other.

“Look what you did,” Namjoon growls, his fancy clothes charred, no longer looking even close to their original glory, “Look what you ruined!”

Taehyung pays his creator no mind, watching his home burn to the ground. It sends a bolt of satisfaction through him. That house was where all his happy memories were, where his human life occurred. It should be turned into ashes, just like his soul has been.

“Weren’t you sad that you lost your home?” YN asks.

By now her coffee is completely empty. She grows slightly more courageous as every minute passes. It’s probably the caffeine.

“It felt liberating. That home was where my old life lived. Being there after being turning was another level of torture I hadn’t known I’d been suffering through until it was gone. Abd the look on Namjoon’s face was absolutely worth it,”

“What happened next?” YN asks him.

She’s beginning to get sucked into the story. It almost seems like a demented fairytale.

“We were penniless. Our days of grand parties and servants were over. I had expected Namjoon to abandon me, but I think he realized sticking around would be the perfect payback for ruining his carefully thought out plan,”

Taehyung taps his fingers against the diner table absentmindedly. He comes back to himself, waving a finger in the air to summon the waitress who promptly refills YN’s coffee.

“Thank you,” the reporter murmurs.

Taehyung smiles again, some unreadable emotion hiding behind his eyes.

“For some time,” he continues his tale, “The two of us wandered about, draining people and using their belongings for as long as we could,”

YN winces.

“I know. It was awful. But at the time, there didn’t seem to be anything else we could do. And then it got even worse,”

“How?” YN asks, fingers warm from her cup.

“A sickness came. It was still the time where one person being sick could take a whole town with them. So of course, the blood quality fell tremendously. Vampires can’t contract illnesses, but diseased blood can make us weaker. It was then,” Taaehyung says, locking eyes with the girl in front of him, “that we met her,”

“Her? Who?” YN asks, feeling entirely naked under his intense gaze.

“Elizabeth,” he says with a fondness reserved for those dearest to his heart.

His entire form brightens considerably.

The town around them looks like it got hit by a tornado. Houses are empty and decrepit, windows cracked and door ripped off of their hinges. Crappy, poorly assembled carriages are turned over in the streets.

“Oh great,” Namjoon says as the two vampires make their way through the ghost town, “Everyone’s already dead,”

The elder vampire steps on a dead body, kicking it over with a pout on his face.

“You whine so much,” Taehyung says, peeping into an abandoned house, seeing if anything is able to be salvaged.

He’s rummaging through a set of drawers, only finding old papers and nicknacks.

“You’re a bad luck charm. I’m sure of it,” Namjoon complains, destroying a wall with a half-assed punch.

“Why are you still here then? You’re absolutely welcome to leave,”

“Oh please,” Namjoon says, laying himself over the younger, “You love me too much for me to leave,”

Taehyung rolls his eyes as they continue going through town, looking for people to drain. By the time they’ve reached the final house, hope is almost entirely lost. It’s been a few days since either of them has had blood, weakening the both of them.

As they enter the last house weak footsteps can be heard.

A willow of a girl steps into sight. Her cheeks are sunk in and her body is so thin that it’s obvious that she hasn’t eaten in a long time. Her skin is dirty and caked in dirt, clothes nearly falling off of her. Taehyung guesses that she’s a teenager.

“Can you,” she begins, “Help my mother?”

Taehyung’s eyes are drawn from her form to the dead body curled up on a stack of straw mats.

“She’s ill,”

A pang of sympathy surges through Taehyung.

“Your mother’s dead,” Namjoon tells the girl bluntly, “And you will be too in just a few moments,”

Before he can attack, Taehyung holds his arm in front of Namjoon’s chest, stopping him.

“Don’t,” he says.

Something about the girl is so innocent and sweet. The sudden urge to protect her overwhelms him.

“You want to kill her?” Namjoon asks, surprised.

Taehyung almost always attacks people over the age of thirty. It helps ease his guilt.

“Leave her,” Taehyung says.

She’s trembling now, huddled next to her mother’s corpse. He pities her. He’d done the same thing when his wife died forty years ago.

A sudden, wicked smile emerges on Namjoon’s perfect face.

“I’ll tell you what,” he begins, not even trying to hide the scheming tone in his voice, “I’ll give you two options. Either you turn her,” he pauses, always one for dramatics, “Or I’ll kill her,”

“No,” Taehyung nearly growls out.

He isn’t sure why but the thought of her death makes him angry. Namjoon has obviously picked up on it and is using that sudden determination to manipulate him.

No matter what, some things never change.

“Try and stop me,” the elder says with a cocky grin.

Even though Taehyung has been a vampire for decades, he’s not nearly as strong as Namjoon. Their numerous fights always end with Namjoon winning and boasting about it for weeks afterward.

Taehyung takes a deep breath, inhaling her scent. She smells absolutely divine, the blood thumping just barely under her skin calling to him. He glances once more at Namjoon before approaching the frightened girl.

“What’s your name?” he begins, crouching down next to her.

“E-Elizabeth,” she stutters out.

Taehyung smiles at her sweetly, trying to calm her down so she’s not as frightened for what’s to come.

“Don’t worry, little Elizabeth,” Taehyung says, “You won’t feel the pain for much longer,”

Her eyes are blown wide as Taehyung opens his mouth wider than what should be possible, his sharp fangs glittering in the moonlight filtering in through the broken window. A scream gets caught in the girl’s throat as his fangs sink into her skin.

Her blood is the best he’s ever tasted. His eyes roll back in his head as she struggles against him. Taehyung wraps his arms around her frail body, careful not to crush her bird bones. The blood is almost too delicious to stop but Taehyung pulls away just in time, force-feeding her his own blood as Namjoon had all those years ago.

Namjoon watches with a satisfied grin on his face, loving the way he can jerk the younger around and bend him to his will.

Because the full moon is tonight, Elizabeth’s transformation is nearly instantaneous. Taehyung watches as her cheeks fill out and regain a healthy, youthful glow. Her hair becomes shiny and her cracked, dirty nails grow to a dainty length.

She’s beautiful.

“Are transformations always this stunning?” Taehyung asks Namjoon, looking at the elder in wonder.

“I’m not sure. You’re the only person I’ve ever been able to successfully change,” he says, “But you became so beautiful,: Namjoon says, voice trailing off as he looks at his companion.

Despite the way they always fight and generally have a giant distaste for each other, Taehyung holds a special place in Namjoon’s cold, dead heart. He feels more alive when the other one is around.

The moment is broken when the girl gasps loudly, waking up.

“I loved her,” Taehyung says, “We both did. She was the breath of fresh air we needed in our lives. We bonded over her presence, but we . . . disagreed over how we should teach her,”

Taehyung takes a breath, looking at the face he adores, noticing how it’s ever so slightly different than before. She’s older than she ever got before, her face a little slimmer, her stature a little taller.

“Soon after we found and changed Elizabeth, there was a boat expedition we managed to sneak onto. Namjoon managed to convince Elizabeth to help him rob some of the richer passengers. While I didn’t agree - robbing from the living is quite different than robbing from the dead - it was enough to set us up with a new life,”

YN is quiet, obviously thinking over his story. Taehyung indulges her, remaining silent as well. If he’s learned anything in his time on earth, it’s how to be patient. Even though she doesn’t know it, Taehyung would never hurt her.

“Was it better? Were you happier once you became reestablished again?”

“The wealth didn’t make much of a difference to me,” Taehyung says honestly, “But Namjoon was ecstatic. And so was Elizabeth. Her entire human life had been lived in squalor, so it was just as foreign as her new abilities. It made Namjoon so happy to spoil her. He’d order new dresses to be made almost weekly and always bought her anything her heart desired,”

He speaks of those times fondly, almost happily. It stirs something in her heart.

“But it made her meaner - crueler. And I couldn’t help but get jealous. She was mine. I’d turned her, I was the one who saved her. And yet Namjoon was jeopardizing her time. So I sweet-talked him, played into his ego and greed and got him to spend more time away from the house. He got into stocks and business, stealing from rich business owners while smiling at them.

“Were you together with her? With Elizabeth?”

“I suppose. Nearly,” Taehyung says, pain evident in his tone and facial expression, “We spent so much more time together. For the first time since meeting my wife, I really connected with someone on a deeper level. We would lay together and just talk about whatever. We’d speculate about the future, talk about how we wanted the world to change. I loved her more than anything and I know she loved me too. But then,”

He falls silent again.

“We’d managed to catch the attention of a local cult. One of the leaders worked with Namjoon and convinced him to bring me to a meeting. We’d expected a normal meeting but were subdued with silver chains and taken hostage. But that wasn’t what made me - us so angry. They’d taken Elizabeth. Took her from our safe home and forced her into captivity,”

YN reaches out to the vampire, surprising both of them when her warm hand touches his cold one. She moves to snatch it away but Taehyung quickly interlaces their fingers, preventing her from moving at all.

“They tortured her,” Taehyung spits bitterly, “And then murdered her right in front of our eyes. They pushed her out into the sun and made us watch as she disintegrated,”

“I’m so sorry,” YN says, heart going out to him.

She knows exactly how it feels to lose a loved one.

“They got what they deserved. Someone slipped up and Namjoon and I were able to escape. We slaughtered them all and set their lair on fire,”

YN squeezes his cold hand, all the fear she’d had at the beginning of his tale gone completely,

“Namjoon and I grew closer after losing her. It was devastating to both of us. We were the only comfort the other had. We’d both lost a lover, a companion . . . a friend. We had to become those for each other. But even still, it was a loss we couldn’t recover from,”

“How long ago was it?” YN asks.

Time does not heal all wounds but it does make it easier to cope.

“About a hundred years,” he pauses, “But something happened recently. I don’t think we’ll feel that pain anymore,”

“Why?”

A ding catches YN’s attention. She’s surprised to see another man, this one even taller than Taehyung. Hs grins at her with a dimpled smile.

“Hello, pet,” he says, voice sending a shiver down the reporter’s spine.

Taehyung doesn’t even look behind him, relaxing instantly.

“Hello, Namjoon,”

YN’s heart rate picks up rapidly. In the blink of an eye, he’s standing right in front of the table.

“I got impatient,” he says, speaking to Taehyung but looking at YN with a smile so wide her stomach flips.

“I’m not surprised,” the other vampire responds.

Something tells YN that there is no chance of escape.

“Make it quick,” YN says, closing her eyes and feeling breathless, “Please,”

She doesn’t want to face her death with open eyes.

There’s movement around her. YN squeezes her fists together.

But no fangs enter her skin. When she opens her eyes, both Namjoon and Taehyung are looking at her fondly.

“We’ve missed you so much, Beastie,” Namjoon says, eyes dialed.

“I - what?” YN asks, confused and terrified.

“I never believed in reincarnation. But here you are. Our sweet little angel,”

All at once, it rushes back to her. The soft way Taehyung had spoken over the hours, the nickname, the way he looked at her.

“I don’t - no,” YN says, shaking her head, trying to run but getting surrounded immediately.

“Don’t worry,” Namjoon says, “You learned to love us once. You can do it again,”

Her voice dies in her throat as two pairs of fangs approach her, sinking into either side of her throat. As the world turns dark, YN hears one a singular sentence.

“You won’t leave us ever again.”

#yandere bts #yandere x reader #taejoon #namjoon x reader #taehyung x reader #vampire bts #vampire au #namjoon x taehyung

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evergreen-dryad · 4 years ago

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 신의 탑 | Tower of God Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Khun Aguero Agnis/Twenty-Fifth Baam | Jyu Viole Grace Characters: Khun Aguero Agnis, Twenty-Fifth Baam | Jyu Viole Grace, Rak Wraithraiser, Ship Leesoo, Team Ship (Tower of God), Team Sweet and Sour (Tower of God), Team Novick (Tower of God) Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Fluff, Canon Compliant, somewhat resolved sexual tension, Christmas Episode of a Floor Fic Really, Christmas, Birthday, Christmas-Birthday, Surprise Party, Attempt at Humor, slight sprinkles of angst Summary:

They are on the 76th floor, aka the Christmas floor. Right in time for Baam's birthday.

The test is simple, and it is not. The only test is for Khun: his patience when it comes to organising a surprise Christmas-birthday party with other people.

[FAIL: If Baam finds out. RSVP?]

//Merry Christmas everyone, here’s my work for the khunbam nation discord Secret Santa revealed!! For Erika: who asked for a Christmas-birthday fic and Khun getting super stressed about it :DD

Basically... my attempt at a floor fic and it grew out of control again oops.

excerpt below!

They are on the 76th floor, just in time before the season crush begins — where it will be the heart of the stampede that occurs every December.

For it is the Floor of the Saint's Forge — one of the seven headquarters of the Workshop. It is notorious for being ruled by a legendary figure that purportedly hands out A-grade weapons through its tests.

It's a very good way to ensure the Workshop stays in business in this area — land is already cheap up here, in the floor right below Wolhaiksong's, where Baek Ryun's living forest still exerts some of its force.

They say some of the pines can be seen growing through the cracks of the shinsu sky here, tenacious in their age and long curling roots.

Crisp air nips at the skin on his nose, and Khun shivers slightly as he pulls his jacket closer round him. He wasn't a fan of the cold climate here, but there's nothing he can do about it but grit his teeth and stay there till they've got what they've come for.

They're also right in the Christmas season, how irritating. Bright lights and neon ads flashed everywhere to lure in the storm of Regulars sure to come.

Their test admin is also irritatingly nowhere to be found. Apparently, according to information from the lightbearers' network, they insisted on remaining scarce, and could only really be found at night, following the lead of that legendary Ruler of theirs. Most irritating.

Hence why in the meantime, they were living on this floor. It wasn't a bad place to be — there was easy access to supplies, and there were blissfully quiet cottages available for accommodation.

Most of all, Baam seemed to really like this floor.

From the moment they had stepped in here, his eyes had perked up and he had never stopped looking round in clear fascination. The trees going up, with all their gaudy decorations had arrested his attention, and he could stop in front of the displays for long, whether they were strings of stars in between lanes or murals of choirs of angels.

The mini snowmen and reindeer would bring a little smile of awe if he noticed them dancing about in displays or on cards, or if he heard the holiday's carols blasting out of shopfronts to the peal of bells.

It's definitely the smell of gingerbread wafting on the breeze, and the sight of rows of peppermint canes that stopped him longest in his stride.

The wonder of it on his face. Khun couldn't help but smile seeing it.

"What's the name of this festivity again, Khun?" Baam asks, catching up to where he and Rak were waiting behind the others. The little smile, still on his lips. It was perhaps the happiest he'd seen Baam in a while.

It occurred to Khun then that Baam had, most likely, never taken part of this kind of festive holiday. There are no holidays for gods, after all. Not in particular for those on the run.

"Christmas." He finds the words after a while. "When people celebrate the birth of a sun god or indulge in mass revelry with gift-giving. I never celebrated it much." Rak gawks at him also, but pretends not to just as immediately. He didn't hide his smile at that. It seemed this was something they all had in common after all.

Baam blinks a few times, pace slowing. "I think I might have heard of it before," he says finally.

Khun shrugs the easy joke of you've been living under a rock off, "Hard not to with Quant Blitz's face everywhere." He points out, the ranker's grinning mug on a billboard selling fried chicken. This one even has one of those red hats on his head, whether it's real or edited in.

Rak snorts out long and loud at that, and then growls, "We're looking for these test admin turtles," and the subject is closed then

Later, Khun does point out where on the pocket calendar the holiday falls to him, and tucks away the little grateful smile Baam directs towards him, along with the pang of warmth it brings.

#tower of god #khunbam #khun aguero agnis #25th baam #twenty fifth baam #kami no tou #tog #jue viole grace #team shibisu #rak wraithraiser #my writing #ed fics

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staytheb · 4 years ago

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Pairing: GOT7′s Mark x OC [Melanie] Genre:slice of life, slight fluff, slight angst Word Count: 3,945 Summary: Melanie’s beginning to think if the heartaches are worth it over the thought of being alone in the end as Mark isn’t as attentive or much a boyfriend lately.

Warning: not proofread. lol

hi again. this is another re-work, Endure, fitted for this kpop related blog. ofc it’s GOT7′s Mark, lol, but oh well it is what it is also i don’t know much about other people’s views on relationships or other females view about it either, but this is just based on my own along with the song and mv from PREEN called Don’t Like Being Alone. other than that i’m slowly getting back into writing, but it’s not where i would like it to be and so why a lot of re-writing is happening. although it’s not a bad thing or so i think. but yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

It was late and Melanie couldn't sleep. So she spent most of her time scrolling through her phone when she stumbled upon an old music video. She hadn't heard the song in a long while and casually clicked on it. Upon hearing the familiar beat and the singer's vocals, Melanie realized that the lyrics hit close to her current situation. She could've clicked out of it, but something within her allowed the song to continued on.

~~~~~~~~~~

"Hello?"

"Mark, hi!"

Melanie greeted her boyfriend over the phone before asking him where he was.

"You didn't respond back, but I'm outside your apartment complex. Where are you?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm not home. I'm out with the boys right now."

Mark answered before getting distracted on his end by one of his friends.

"I'll call you back, later, okay?"

Mark abruptly hung up on her as Melanie stared blankly at her mobile device with a sad sigh. She placed her phone onto the already occupied passenger seat of a gift bag and large Pikachu plush doll.

"I guess you did forget about it in the end, huh, Mark?"

Melanie muttered to herself while petting the yellow stuffed toy before starting the car.

"I guess playing with your friends is more important than celebrating our anniversary."

~~~~~~~~~~

Quietly listening to the song of the past that fitted with her present, Melanie realized that it was true. Girls didn't like being alone. They didn't like being neglected or being left alone to think of unhappy thoughts. Girls didn't like the thought of being forgotten or to suffer. They didn't like it when their partners didn't give them that sense of safety, security, and protection. That they don't like it when you don't give them a call or a message just to let them know that you're simply thinking about or missing them. Melanie's heart grew heavy with her last thought. The thought that she really didn't like it when her boyfriend didn't care or know a thing about her either

~~~~~~~~~~

"Guess who?"

Melanie playfully whispered into Mark's ear while covering his eyes with her hands upon coming up from behind him at the cafe where they were having a date today in a long while.

"Um, Fei?"

Mark guessed with a nervous laugh as Melanie chuckled quietly while brushing it off.

"Nope. Guess again."

"Oh, Min?"

"No."

"Jia?"

"Not even close. C'mon, it's easy. You should really know, Mark."

"Hmm?"

Mark pondered as Melanie rolled her eyes playfully before frowning when he couldn't guess that it was her a fourth time.

"Oh, I know. Suzy!"

There was a long pause. Melanie was really hoping that her boyfriend was just messing with her.

"We were just talking earlier before meeting up right now."

She tried giving him a hint, but wasn't sure if that was even gonna be enough with how he's been answering earlier.

"Oh, did we? Who could you be then?"

Mark hummed as he pondered on the answer. Melanie quietly sighed as she was about to end the game when she heard Mark speak.

"Oh! I know for sure. It's, Ayeon, right?"

Mark exclaimed happily as he grabbed onto Melanie's hands to remove them and looked over his shoulder at the person.

"Oh, Melanie. It's just you."

Melanie's frown deepened upon his reaction and the words that left his mouth. Mark didn't notice as he turned his attention away and motioned for his girlfriend to take a seat. Melanie reluctantly took a seat while giving Mark a look.

"We really spoke not that long ago, Mark. Also we've known one another for a long while before we even dated."

Mark casually shrugged with a lopsided grin.

"I guess I'm not good at recognizing voices then."

Before Melanie could counter the waiter appeared with their drinks as Mark had ordered ahead of time.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, Melanie, I already ordered you your favorite drink."

Mark placed Melanie's favorite drink in front of her while taking his own.

"Anyways, I've already paid so don't worry about it, but I gotta get going though." Mark suddenly announced while standing up.

"Brian and I have this project due soon and our boss just moved our deadline forward than it was before."

"But what about our date?" Melanie asked him a bit confused and a slightly annoyed.

"We'll, have another one later this week. I promise. Seeya."

Mark gave Melanie a quick kiss to the cheek before leaving the cafe as Melanie's eyebrows furrowed and her expression soured more.

"You were the one that planned this date and even have postponed it twice already within the past three weeks." Melanie muttered to herself annoyed. "So when are we going to have a proper date, Mark?"

She sighed as she glared at her so-called favorite drink that her boyfriend had ordered for her.

"It would be my favorite drink, Mark, if you had ordered the right one."

She sighed again as she reached out to twirl the straw.

"I like guava. Not honeydew."

She took a sip of the milk tea drink. Even if she didn't like the whole flavor a lot, she disliked wasting things the most. The other thing she disliked a lot was people making promises that they couldn’t keep.

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So when the song came to an end, Melanie wasn't sure how or what to feel now. There was such a mixture of things to feel and it left her mind to do what it wanted to do on its own. Due to the lyrics of the songs it didn't stop the thoughts from floating about in her head. Girls really just didn't like being lonely, ever. If a girl really had to choose to be heartbroken or being alone, then in the end she would rather choose to be heartbroken. Because it's easier to deal with a broken heart than facing the loneliness of being alone. Eventually though over time it wears the person down. Melanie sighed as the realization of those thoughts hit her again and she wondered out loud with a far off gaze.

"So how much longer could I endure the heartaches before turning to loneliness in the end?"

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"Melanie, hey! This is Sunmi. She's a colleague. Sunmi this is my..."

Mark introduced his co-worker to his girlfriend yet he seemed like he blanked out on when to introduce Sunmi to Melanie.

"Hi, Sunmi. I'm Mark's girlfriend, Melanie. It's nice to meet you."

Melanie introduced herself instead while shaking hands with Sunmi. Melanie had showed up to Mark's work to give him a surprise lunch since it's been a while since she's been there.

"Wow, you're so pretty. Mark didn't mention that he had a girlfriend though."

Sunmi complimented Melanie, but also didn't mean anything by her next set of words that stung Melanie a bit although she didn't show it.

"I see. Well, we've been dating for more than a year, but have known another one like five."

"Wow, that's pretty cool. I'm totally surprised I haven't met you since I've been working here longer than Mark."

"Well, the opportunity never showed up until now." Mark responded while rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"Right, I see."

Melanie shot Mark a small smile while holding up a homemade lunch towards him.

"Well, I just came to give you lunch since I made a little too much earlier."

"Oh, I already ate."

Mark casually said as he didn't take the offer meal.

"I see. Sunmi?"

Melanie turned her attention to Sunmi with a small smile.

"She already ate, too." Mark answered for his colleague.

Melanie nodded in understanding and was about to take back the meal when Sunmi reached out and took it from her hands.

"But I don't mind. I had a light lunch and I haven't had a home-cooked meal in a long while. Thank you."

"You're welcome. I hope you enjoy it."

Melanie shot her a kind smile before casting her eyes onto her boyfriend.

"Anyways, I'll get going. See you later."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye, Melanie. It was nice to meet you."

"Yeah, me too."

Melanie shot them a smile before turning around to leave while mumbling for only herself to hear.

"How long can I keep this up until I can't anymore?"

~~~~~~~~~~

Several days later the couple attended their friend, Jackson's, birthday dinner at a restaurant that Melanie has been wanting to go to. There were some people that Melanie knew and others she didn't. Everyone was enjoying themselves with eating, laughing, and telling jokes and stories throughout the night. Some time later the conversation shifted and the atmosphere between them all suddenly grew awkward due to an innocent question by one of Mark and Jackson's friend.

"Hey, Mark. Where's your girlfriend?"

Melanie stared at the male, Chris, who had asked the question although she's been sitting beside Mark all night.

"Did Sunmi have something else to do tonight?"

Although she hadn't known Chris for that long, but she was sure that Mark had introduced the two of them before. Right? All of a sudden Melanie wasn't able to recall if Mark had introduced her as his girlfriend to his friends, but she herself did state that phrase all the time.

"Chris, Sunmi's not Mark's girlfriend. It's Melanie." Another friend, BamBam, corrected while pointing at Melanie.

Melanie actually knew BamBam longer than she did Mark. That was how she and Mark met in the first place through BamBam.

"You remember her, right? You met Melanie at my Christmas party a few months ago. Besides, Sunmi's only Mark's co-worker."

"Oh, wow. Now, that's embarrassing. I'm so sorry about the confusion." Chris apologized while looking between Melanie and the person, sitting next to her on the other side of her.

"I thought you were Jinyoung's girlfriend because the two of you have been talking a lot to one another throughout dinner."

Melanie cast Chris a polite smile while excusing herself as she grab her things stating that she just needed to use the restroom. Somehow that question had turned her off from enjoying the rest of Jackson's birthday dinner and didn't want to spoil the rest of it with her sour mood because of Chris' question. Melanie instead took a breather once she exited the restaurant and tried to gather herself while debating if she wanted to go back inside. She didn't want the others to think it had affected her too much causing them all to become awkward in the end.

She inhale and exhale a few times while looking towards the night sky with a heavy heart. If she actually left now, then it would be awkward since she had come with Mark. Also she knew that Jackson would get upset and blow up her phone if she didn't properly bid him a good night. The last thought caused a slight chuckle to escape as she let out another calm breath already deciding to head on back inside. Just as she had turned around Melanie saw that Mark was making his way towards her.

"Hey, Melanie, are you okay?"

He held her shoulders while looking at his girlfriend with a worried look.

"Yeah, Mark, I'm fine."

She mustered up a small smile upon answering her boyfriend.

"I hope you're not that upset with Chris about what he had said earlier. It's not really that big of a deal to be worked up about."

Melanie's small smile instantly disappeared. She cast her boyfriend a tired and annoyed look.

"Not a big deal, Mark? Really? Are you being for real right now?"

Melanie meant it as a rhetorical question, but she saw that Mark was about to respond to her and didn't allow him to.

"Chris assumed that you and I aren't together. That you were dating your co-worker, Sunmi, and I was dating Jinyoung."

Her tone suddenly became firmer and she felt heated.

"Honestly, Mark, a majority of them seem to forget that you and I are actually a couple. Do we not interact like one or something for them to think otherwise?"

"Of course we do, Melanie." Mark answered immediately as if trying to reassure her of their relationship. "We go on plenty of dates. We hang out as much as we can. We hold hands, we kiss, we cuddle, and we do all that other lovey-doevy stuff that other couples do, too."

Still to Melanie it didn't sound all that convincing.

"Are you sure, Mark?"

Mark opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. He looked like a fish with its mouth opening and closing while thinking of what kind of answer to give his girlfriend. Melanie sighed tiredly and decided whether she should or shouldn't continue her relationship with Mark.

"Do you even know what I like or dislike, Mark?"

Melanie asked him.

"Like my favorite flower? Favorite color? Favorite food? Or even what movies or dramas I like to watch? Or the hobbies I enjoy?"

Mark continued to look like a fish staring right back at his girlfriend.

"Do you even know the date of my birthday or of our anniversary?"

Still no response. Melanie sighed softly before asking two more questions in hopes that her boyfriend could maybe salvage what little they had to continue on with their relationship.

"Do you even know anything about me since we've known each other for five years or about us since we officially got together, Mark?"

Mark slowly removed his hands from her shoulders and let them fall by his sides. He also avoided all eye-contact with Melanie and chose to instead look at the ground that seemed to be way more interesting than his girlfriend. Because of his actions, to Melanie, this indicated that he didn't know or was unable to give her any sort of response she would be satisfied with.

"I can't do this anymore, Mark. I really can't." Melanie admitted with a sad tone.

"I love you and only you, but I just can't endure any more heartaches because of you, Mark. I can't endure an us when there's really just a you and just a me in this kind of relationship of ours."

She cast him a teary gaze.

"I really thought that I'll be your last without worrying about the loneliness."

Melanie took a few steps back from Mark which caught his attention more after hearing what she had just said. He looked up at her alarmed.

"What are you trying to say, Melanie?"

She cast him a sad smile.

"Let's break up."

There was a paused before Mark stared at her.

"Like taking a breather sort of break?"

Melanie shook her head.

"Or did you actually meant...?"

He trailed off with widened eyes although he knew exactly what Melanie meant, but couldn't let it sink in to process fully. The sad smile only grew on Melanie's face as she took a few more steps back from Mark.

"Goodbye, Mark, and take real care."

~~~~~~~~~~

It was four in the morning and Mark was outside of Melanie's apartment after their break-up from a few months ago. He knocked door every so often in hopes of Melanie answering so he could actually speak to her. They haven't contacted one another since the break-up and so Melanie wondered what her ex-boyfriend wanted as she peeked through the peephole. She was going to ignore him, but he was persistent. She sighed and opened the door with Mark in mid-knock so that her neighbors wouldn't become annoyed and check the situation.

The pair stared at one another as Melanie awaited what Mark wanted to explain himself. As for Mark he stood there as to collect his thoughts as his mind totally blanked once his ex-girlfriend opened the door. Still, even after like three minutes had passed, the silence continued without either of them speaking. Melanie sighed knowing that she shouldn't have expected Mark to change and was about to close the door when Mark held a hand against the door to prevent Melanie from closing it.

Just as Melanie glared at Mark and was about to say something, but she quickly noticed the dark circles beneath his eyes. Melanie also noticed that his faced seemed haggard than before. She wondered how she could have missed that and only noticed them now. She assumed her mind was hoping for something else and missed them. Melanie face soften as she came to the thought that it might've been due to their break-up that caused Mark to look so pale and tired, too. Well, she hoped that was the case.

"Forget-Me-Nots."

Mark suddenly blurted out as Melanie's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"What?"

"Your favorite flower, forget-me-not. Because of the color and how it got it's name."

"BamBam probably told you that, Mark."

Melanie tried to reason, but Mark shook his head with a small smile.

"There's a horror movie with the same name and the flower ended up becoming your favorite after you watched it."

"BamBam probably told you that, too, since my sister and him are the only one that knows that."

"Blue is your favorite color although you don't wear it often."

Melanie was going to counter, but Mark continued to talk.

"But you do wear your most disliked color which is red a lot though."

"Look, M-"

Mark interrupted her and pushed the door a little wider when he felt that Melanie was trying to close it on him again.

"You don't have a favorite food in particular as you like eating everything, but you do have a stash of snacks and candies that you even carry a few in your bag. It's the same with movies and shows as you don't have a favorite and you like watching them although you're not into animated films like your sister."

Melanie tried to wrap this whole thing around her head, but it just left her more confused on why he was answering the questions months later.

"Why?"

Melanie asked causing Mark to stop to stare at her.

"Why, what?"

"Why, now, Mark? What does it matter to you in finally being able to answer the questions months I asked after we broke up? So why? Why now? What does this benefit you in the end?"

"Because I can't continue to convince myself that I don't miss you, Melanie."

Mark confessed.

"I try so hard to not think of you, Melanie, I do. I always see your face every time I close my eyes. I just can't escape. I don't wanna fall asleep knowing that you'll end up appearing in my dreams all night long every time."

Melanie was left speechless by his confession. As for Mark he felt relieved admitting what's been burdening him these past few months.

"I never realized how much of a difference your presence impacted my life when I came to terms with the truth that you were no longer mine or a part of my life anymore."

Mark wanted to reach out and take Melanie into his arms, but he restrained himself knowing that he didn't have that privileged and right to do that anymore.

"I neglected your importance and your feelings, but most of all out of everything in the end I failed to see that I neglected you, Melanie, and the love you gave." Mark admitted.

"You're the one who was supposed to be my last that I would love and only love, but I treated you like you meant nothing to me."

Melanie regarded Mark throughout his confession and admittance while feeling his words and emotions tug at her heartstrings. Could she really forgive him so easily? Could she even think about being in a relationship with him again? Could she even see a future for them if she gave him another chance, but if he asks for another chance though? Melanie honestly didn't know for sure, but she did know for sure was that she wanted to do one thing right then and there.

"Can I hug you?"

Instead of receiving a response Melanie felt herself being pulled towards Mark's chest without any sort of hesitation. Mark enveloped Melanie into his arms having missed the way she felt within his embrace after realizing how much those intimate moments meant. Although initially shocked by the sudden skinship as she thought that Mark may not have wanted to hug, but she relaxed and hugged him back. Melanie relished in the familiar scent and feel of Mark that she got lost in the mood and missed what Mark had just said.

"Hmm?"

She hummed while pulling back far enough to look at him.

"What did you say?"

Mark smiled as he repeated what he had just said a moment ago.

"November sixteen. January sixteen."

Melanie gave him a funny look before realization hit her that Mark answered the last two questions before they broke up.

"The day of my birthday and our anniversary."

Mark nodded as his smiled widened before speaking.

"You had a major and long crush on me and liked me ever since moving here."

"I did not."

Mark ignored Melanie's comment.

"You think you suck at cooking which is partially true, but it's passable when you put in actual effort."

Melanie slightly smacked his forearm, but Mark continued with a lighter tone to his voice.

"And you've been wanting for us to officially move in together some time late next year and maybe once we're settled to adopt a pet dog since you're slightly allergic to cats."

"Wow, BamBam really has a big mouth and can't keep secrets."

Melanie pouted now knowing that Mark new that she wanted to live together with him.

"Big mouth or not, Melanie, but I'm so sorry for causing you so much heartache while we were together. I'm willing to spend the rest of my life to never make you feel alone or lonely ever again."

"That's a really big responsibility to take, Mark. How do you even know I wanna get back together with you?"

"Because you asked me for a hug."

Melanie was confused by his words at first, but then remember telling him back when they had first met that for her a hug always meant reconciliation. It was because she was never one for initiating skinship unless she felt like it or when the time called for it. Also if Melanie ever fought with her significant other and she wanted to be the one to make up first, then she would initiate the hug to settle the score.

"You remembered?" She asked in disbelief.

"Eventually I did after thinking and reminiscing over the past few months and the time we spent with one another over the years for it to register in my memory."

Mark admitted with a sheepish chuckle.

"It just took me a lot longer to realize a lot of things, Melanie, but I really hope you'll continued to lead me well and be patient because I don't wanna lose you ever again."

He gently cupped her face while rubbing circles over her cheekbones with his thumbs.

"I don't know what I'll do if I can't see your face ever again, Melanie."

"Then don't, Mark."

Mark was confused before Melanie hugged him again, but tighter as she spoke into his chest.

"Because I've loved and missed you too much to not have endured all of it for this long to not give another chance at us again."

Mark hugged Melanie just as tight while nuzzling his face against her head.

"This time and until the end of time, my love for you will make up for all the heartaches I caused. Because you are my last and I'm yours."

#staytheb #got7 scenarios #mark tuan #duan yien

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Shattered Lives Ch 24 Pt 1

Her sleep was fitful, not surprising with Gustaf being away. It had her dreading February when he’d leave for a twelve week shoot. He’d become part of their daily lives and this trip forced into sharp relief how much he did for her, how much she relied on him. It wasn’t just the sleep ins, or the cups of tea, it was the emotional support. Having him here with her made her feel like she could handle the job of raising four kids alone. Except they weren’t alone anymore, he had become the missing piece of their very blended family.

She was settled when he was here, so we’re the kids. Now it just seemed like they were back to the scrambled mess they were prior to him collecting her runaway oranges as she stood on her threshold with a screaming Lily in her arms. Would that get easier she wondered, the separation, the busy lives and careers they both had, trying to make it work?

She thought about making partner, the opportunity that would pass her by. Deep down she wanted it, it just wasn’t feasible anymore with the kids. She was thankful she had a job and she could support the family she was now responsible for, at the end of the day, that was all that mattered. It wasn’t really a career now, she couldn’t go and do what he wanted when she wanted. It was a job, it payed the bills and fed the kids. It had to be enough.

Her mind slipped to Ana, the notebook she’d finally been able to get through. Her thoughts dwelled on his overwhelming grief for a child that hadn’t existed except in her deranged mind. How did she help him past that without causing him more pain? Of course her mind circled that one question and she shut it away, she couldn’t even entertain the idea of having a child with him when she struggled with the four she already had. She was going to have to tell him she’d finished reading it and hadn’t quite summoned the courage to do so, she knew it would upset him, which is why she hadn’t told him before he left.

She lay on his side of the bed and breathed him in off his pillow, the sheets still smelled of him too. Usually she’d change them but couldn’t. She needed to sense him here.

“I need you to cut me some fucking slack brother.” She huffed to the ceiling as she got out of bed to shower. “I have enough on my plate.” Thoughts of her plate ran through her head as she washed her hair. Meeting his family at Christmas, her birthday, Lily’s bedroom, making partner, their weekend away, Gustaf, the boys, asking Gustaf to move in, telling him she loved him, something had to give.

The kids got up without arguement and Lily, even though a little fussy because she wanted her dad dad, settled once she was dressed and in her chair. They were part way through eating breakfast when Gustaf called.

She smiled as those grins flourished across the kids faces. The man knew how to set their day up just right. She sat down and listened in as she ate, not wanting to take his time away from them.

“Where’s my lovely lady? She still in bed B?” Gustaf joked as Lily chattered and squealed at him.

“No she’s here.” Brendan turned the screen to face Sildie as he ushered the twins out to finish getting dressed and took Lily to clean her up.

“Good morning love.” He murmured, that sly smile twitching his lips.

“Morning.”

“You didn’t sleep did you?” He said seeing the tiredness in the slump of her shoulders.

“Not very well.”

“Did you go to bed when I asked?” He looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

“No, I had more reading to do. I got enough.” She lied.

“No you didn’t, I can see the dark smudges under your eyes already. To bed early tonight please.” His voice was that irritated tone and it got under her skin.

“I have to work the same as you.” She snapped back and reigned it in. She hated being snippy when she was tired and stressed.

“Yes and you have the kids to get ready on top of it. If the work can wait, to bed early?” He asked hoping she would cut herself a break. “Please love, I don’t like seeing you like this.”

“Fine.” She sighed. “Did you get any sleep?” She asked sipping her tea.

“Not much, but some.” He shrugged. He hadn’t slept well without her to curl into.

“I slept in your dress shirt.” She mumbled and ate another slice of toast.

“The one from last weeks garage escapade?” His grin said it all.

“The very same. I hid it because it smelled like you, and us, and sex.” She looked at him from under her lashes and still felt shy about admitting it.

“Then curl up with it again tonight ok?” He said softly. She nodded at him and looked up as the kids came out ready for school.

“I gotta go.” She groaned.

“I miss you Sildie. I’ll be home tomorrow.” He said, not wanting her to hang up but knowing they both needed to get on with the day, with life.

“Call tonight?”

“Yeah I’ll call same time as yesterday for the kids and then after dinner so we can chat.”

“Sounds good. Bye love.”

“Bye, have a good day.”

“It’s off to a good start.” She smiled and hung up as his grin blossomed. She had to or she’d sit there and stare at that gorgeous face for hours.

She was tired and stressed, more than usual and it irritated him that he wasn’t there to help. He had a career, Sildie understood that but it still stung. He could feel it was something more than the separation, more than her birthday. Something had worked its way under her defenses and started to bring her down emotionally, he’d get to the bottom of it once he was home, if she didn’t implode first.

She dropped the kids at school, Lily at daycare, and took a deep breath in the elevator on the way up to the office. Striding through the doors with her head held high she ignored the looks, the comments that were no doubt flourishing like wildfire about her relationship with Gustaf. Fuck them, she thought, it was her life and the rest of the world could butt out. They weren’t hurting anyone and why the fuck was she justifying it to herself she thought viciously. She skidded to a halt at the large vase of flowers on her desk, and smiled.

“They’re so pretty.” Her admin said dreamily, coming to stand just inside her office.

“Yes they are.” She said, that same wistful tone escaping her before she could stop it. Bright yellow gerberas and white daisies, her smile beamed.

She set her bag down, plucked the card up and sat it on her keyboard. She wanted to read it in private so she could savor it and the memory of him fucking her in here.

“Your schedule for today.” Vera said handing her the daily sheet. “I’ve cleared your calendar for Friday and Monday. Thursday’s going to be a pig, I’m sorry it was the only way I could keep everyone happy.”

“It’s fine.” She said softly as she glanced down the never ending list of meetings and calls. Gustaf will be home Thursday so he could maybe pick the kids up while she worked late, that would be nice for them. If he was ready, something else to chew over, she thought, if it wasn’t dumping them on him and taking advantage of the situation. That was constantly in the back of her mind, assessing, reassessing.

With her admin gone and her door shut she sat in her chair and opened the card.

I miss you love, so much my heart aches. I miss your smell, your touch, that kiss that makes my brain melt. I miss my favorite dessert, one I plan on eating over and over again this weekend. I miss your smile, that one you keep hidden from the rest of the world and only give to me. And don’t bite that bottom lip, remember what happened last time. One fucking day love, I swear.

She giggled because she was doing exactly that and felt the shot of arousal at the memory of what he had given her a taste of months ago.

You are beautiful Sildie. You are my world. I’ll see you tomorrow.

She was almost in tears. The man knew how to make her day perfect. She grabbed her bag and tucked the note in with the others he’d sent her. She was a sentimental fool when it came to those sorts of things. With a grin she sat and got down to business, the occasional glance at the flowers reminding her of his smile, of his touch. She had a ton of work to get through before their four day weekend. Four days of him naked and fucking her senseless. She groaned at the thought and crossed her legs as his phantom touch ghosted her clit.

“Fuck.” She swore quietly under her breath. “The man’s miles away and he still manages to make me want to come.” She muttered.

Her day flew by, which was a blessing, the faster it went, the closer Gustaf was to coming home. She stopped in at the school and daycare to let them know Gustaf would come and pick up the kids on occasion, and that seemed to make the boys eyes light up. They were half way home when her evening went to shit.

“What the fuck?” She muttered and the boys shut up immediately at hearing her swear in that tone.

She pumped the gas, nothing, the car had died. She managed to coast safely into a parking spot before it rolled to a complete stop. Not just a stop, a brick. No engine, no electronics, nothing, nadda, zip.

“Ama?” Brendan asked.

“The car just died. Like literally, the engine just stopped.” She sat there slightly stunned and looked to the heavens and sighed. Great, she thought, just fucking perfect. The anxiety surged to the forefront completely swamping her. It was cold out, the kids were with her, and her car was dead, could it get any worse she thought? No, don’t ask that she sighed inwardly, it could be a lot worse.

She looked up and down the street and noticed a small restaurant close by.

She took an even breath, forcing the anxiety to hold off for a moment. “Come on, let’s go eat and get into the warmth. It’s going to get cold in here soon with no engine. Grab your school bags you can do homework while I figure out how to get us home and the car towed.” She sighed out. What a shitty end to a pretty reasonable day.

They got settled into a corner table of the restaurant. With the boys busy with homework, Lily occupied in her stroller for the moment, she started making phone calls. By the time a round of hot chocolate landed on the table she had booked a tow for seven, it was the earliest, and a maxi cab at eight, so it looked like they were eating out tonight.

“B, can you watch Lily for a sec I need to go to the bathroom.” The kid nodded and scooted over so Lily could see him.

Once she’d locked herself in a stall she let it out. The tears fell and she just wanted to scream and beat her fists bloody. Why was it always one fucking thing after another, she thought? Obviously the universe decided they needed some more shit piled on their plate. Nothing like a second or third helping of crap a la mode.

“Enough of the pity party. She mumbled to herself. “Kids to feed and get home.” Blowing out a breath she sucked it up, checked her makeup, and went back to the table. She may have just sobbed her eyes out briefly but the kids didn’t need to see that.

Brendan looked at Ama’s phone when it started vibrating and smiled as Gustaf’s number and icon flashed.

“Hi Gustaf.” He said quietly.

“B? Hey, you guys ok?” He was on instant alert at hearing Brendan’s voice and not Sildie’s.

“Yeah we’re out for dinner.” The teen said softly. He could hear the twins in the background laughing.

“Ahhh that’s why you’re not home yet. I just tried calling you guys through Skype.” He relaxed a little at Lily’s dad dad, they were all safe at least.

“The car died so we’re sitting at restaurant until it gets towed.” Brendan said, watching Ama walk back.

“Oh shit! You guys ok? Sildie?”

“Yeah we’re fine, Ama’s just grumpy and stressed.” He said as he watched his aunt square her shoulders.

“No doubt. Is she there?”

“Just walking back from the bathroom.” The teen said handing the phone to Sildie.

“Hello?”

“Hi love, I hear your car decided to leave you stranded?” He said breathing a sigh of relief at hearing her voice, a very tense and terse voice.

“Yeah it just died, no electronics, no engine, just dead. I’m having something to eat while we wait for them to tow it.” She said wearily. “We’ll catch a maxi cab back home once it’s done.” She’d already reached her limit and he could hear it in her voice.

“Let me call Bill and have him come pick you guys up.” He said, already texting his brother.

“No don’t, don’t go ruining his evening. We’ll get home eventually.” She said shortly, hoping he’d leave it, knowing he wouldn’t.

“Restaurant address.” He said briskly, he would bully her on this and knew she’d push back but damn it, he wasn’t having her and the kids stranded out in the fucking cold while he wasn’t in town to help.

“Gustaf it’s fine, really.” She said propping her hand on a hip, irritation brewing. “Just leave him be.”

“It wasn’t a request Sildie.” His voice had that rarely used don’t fuck with me tone.

God the man infuriated her at times. She let the silence hang debating whether to fight him on it or not. She was primed for a full on knock down drag out over the phone but thought better of it. Not while they were separated she thought, that would only escalate things and she was already stressed enough, but she would have her say when he got home, oh boy would she.

“Were not done talking about this.” She huffed, he could hear the lawyer bristle in her voice.

“That’s fine, you can scream at me all you want when I get back tonight, but for right now, you and the kids need help getting home. Let me help, let my family help.” He said pointedly. Fuck me he raged internally, this woman got under his skin like no other, stubborn to a fault.

“Fine.” She growled through gritted teeth, no hint of seduction to be found.

He could hear the anger in her voice quite clearly and knew they weren’t done. He was forcing the issue this time around and had it not been an emergency he would have backed off and let her deal with it, but it was frigid out and they were stranded.

“Wait. What do you mean you’re home tonight?” She asked, her brain finally catching on to what he’d said.

“The producer I was having dinner with moved it forward. I’ll be home by ten. Daisy managed to get me an earlier flight.” He stepped outside of the cab he was in and nodded at Daisy to go inside he’d follow shortly.

“Ok.” Her shoulders slumping a little, the stress lessening but her voice still held that dangerous edge. “Well you might beat us home.” She said sarcastically.

“Bill says he’ll be there in twenty with Alida and Oona. And he’ll get Lily’s seat all set up in my car so you can get to work tomorrow.” He read from his texts.

“Gustaf.” She sighed exasperatedly. “I can do things for myself you know.”

“I know you can, but you don’t have to do anything alone Sildie.”

“Have you ever stopped to think that I might actually WANT to do something on my own?” She snapped. She knew she was nitpicking but the guy just rolled over the top of her without asking, without thinking about what she might want and she was in no fucking mood for it.

“Sildie. You have nothing to prove to me, to anyone. You are more than capable of doing it all on your own, but you have me, and you have my family.” He said gently. “It’s the package deal from my end. You, unfortunately, got all the Skarsgårds when you started dating me.” He said humorously trying to lighten the mood a little, it backfired.

“I’m so fucking mad at you.” She said, she was also hungry, tired, and grumpy. “And you’re missing the goddamn point.”

“I know you are, and that’s fine you’re allowed to be.” His voice quiet.

“Don’t verbally manhandle me Gustaf.” She snapped. “I don’t like it.” That low growl in her voice was lethal.

He breathed out carefully, he could hear the fury, that flat ice cold fury, he was in dangerous territory. This was more than the car dying and he wasn’t handling it well. “I’m not Sildie. I just want you and the kids safe and warm. You’re stressed out and I’m not there to help so I’m helping the only way I can.” He kept a lid on his emotions. “Let me help love, please?” He all but begged her.

She was being unreasonable, she knew that, but for fuck sake she didn’t need someone coddling her, she was a grown ass woman for fuck sake.

“Dinner’s here I need to go.” She said abruptly, she wanted to hang up in his face but wouldn’t.

“I’ll see you around ten.” He said not pushing his luck any further, he didn’t want her imploding, although she was already half way there.

“Fine. Be safe.”

“You too lo...” The line went dead and he huffed out a chuckle. “ve...That’s going to be an interesting conversation.” He mumbled as he stuffed his phone in his messenger bag and headed inside.

She sat fuming as the boys put their homework away in their bags and started eating. Lily was content and she counted her lucky stars that the tiny girl wasn’t screaming her head off for Gustaf right about now. Deep down she knew he was trying to help, lessen the stress she felt at their current situation, but he knew how she felt about asking for help and having her independence shackled.

She saw Bill and his family walk in, it was hard to miss the tall Swede who was as lanky in the legs as his brother. She gave him a shy wave and his face lit up at seeing her. She wasn’t prepared for this, for them meeting the kids, and her stomach lurched threatening to expel her half eaten meal she’d only picked at.

There was suddenly a frenzy of activity, introductions, more chairs pulled around the table, the waitress going a little bug eyed at who was sitting with them. After a few jokes between the kids and Bill, she relaxed. This wasn’t how she wanted them to meet Gustaf’s family. She wanted him here with her, so she could squeeze his hand when it got too much, have his scent to calm her. Her anxiety was already out of control and this situation was making it that much worse.

“Goose said your car died or something?” Bill asked as he sipped his drink waiting for their meal.

“Yeah, we were cruising home and everything died, engine, electronics, it’s a brick.” She said quietly. “The tow’s coming at seven.”

“We bought both cars so we can get you all home in one go, and anything you want to take with you before the car’s towed.” He said gently, he could tell she wasn’t comfortable, the napkin almost shredded in her lap was a dead giveaway.

“Thanks Bill and I’m sorry to drag you guys out in cold.” She said apologeticly, looking at Alida and Bill. “Not that Gustaf gave me much choice in the matter.” She muttered.

Bill chuckled. “It’s fine, we’re family. We’ll get you guys home safe and sound and that’s all that matters.” He shrugged it off as if it wasn’t a big deal, and to him it wasn’t. To Sildie however, well that was a different story, and he could see the guilt written all over her face. She’d interrupted their evening and dragged them out into the cold, Bill didn’t mind but from what Gustaf had said, it clearly upset Sildie.

At six thirty Bill and Brendan went out to clean the car out while Sildie stayed inside wringing her hands in her lap. Bill had told her to stay inside as snow, the bitter cold, and four inch heels weren’t really a good combination for what they were doing.

“It takes a little getting used to.” Alida said softly as she snuggled Oona in for a cuddle. “They mean well but can be a little bull headed.” She chuckled.

Sildie snorted. “That’s an understatement.” She sipped her water and watched Bill carry Lily’s car seat and get it ready in his car. “I’m not used to having someone look out for me, for the kids. And certainly not comfortable with Gustaf dragging you guys out tonight.” She said honesty. “He verbally manhandled me and I don’t like it when he does that.”

“It’s fine Sildie, really. We’re happy to help and besides, I got to meet you and Bill got to meet the kids.” Alida could see the headstrong woman sitting beside her was formidable and smiled, she was just what Gustaf needed. “This family is very close. Yes they all live their own lives and everyone butts out of your personal business, but when something like this happens and you need help, you’ll get it in abundance without question, without judgement.” Alida said softly.

“I’m still furious at him.” She said with finality. “I had it handled.”

“Fair enough, just don’t be too hard on the guy. He’s trying to take care of you while he’s miles away. That’s rough on him because I know he’d rather be here, doing what Bill is doing now. I can assure you, Bill would have done exactly the same thing had the roles been reversed, and in fact, has done done it more than once.”

“Yeah.” She sighed, forcing herself to take a breath. “You’ve got a point.” She softened, though she was still furious at him for manhandling her.

She saw the tow pull up and stood to stuff her arms in her coat. She was about to pull Lily out of her chair when Alida stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm.

“I’ll watch her, go deal with the car.” She smiled.

“You’re sure?” Sildie asked chewing on her bottom lip.

“I’m sure.”

“I owe you one.” She said quietly. “Thanks.”

“No, you don’t.” Alida smiled gently, shaking her head. “You’re family.”

Sildie gave her a slight smile and reigned in the tears as she walked out to deal with her car. Their kindness was overwhelming, it wasn’t exclusively a Gustaf thing. She sent Brendan back inside and stood with Bill as the tow got to work, the frigid air the slap in the face she needed.

“I think we got everything.” Bill said softly. “You might want to check it before they take it just in case.”

“Thanks. I don’t know how to repay you guys for bailing us out.” She said wringing her hands. This whole fucking thing made her uncomfortable.

“You’re family Sildie, there’s no score kept. My brother asked and I accepted. I could have said no, there’s always a choice, this was mine.” He said gently and watched her. Gustaf was right, he thought, she was already beating herself up over it.

“Well thank you, you’ve made the whole thing easier to deal with.” Externally, she thought, internally she it was a fucking mess.

“Anytime, and I mean that.” He smiled.

“Oh shit, one sec.” she said and asked them to stop the tow for a moment.

Bill watched her sit in the passenger seat and untangle something from around the rear view mirror and fish around in the glovebox. She came out with a stack of papers and something on a string, a charm or something.

“Everything ok?” He asked as she came to stand beside him again.

“Yeah.” She breathed out and weighed the charm in her hand looking at it. “It was from my brother.” She said simply and held it tightly as she shoved her hands in her pockets.

He kept his silence, not wanting to delve into her grief or to have her feel like she had to explain, it was none of his business unless she made it his business. He was surprised she’d said that much. He watched her carefully as she signed for them to take the car and moments later it was gone. She was one head strong woman and Gustaf had finally met his match, he thought with a smirk.

“Can I buy you a hot chocolate at least?” She asked as they headed back into the restaurant.

“I could go one of those, with extra marshmallows.” He grinned.

They sat and thawed out from the bitter cold. Bill had the boys laughing and even Lily had taken a shine to him. Not surprising she thought, there were a lot of similarities between Gustaf and Bill despite the ten year age difference. Taking a moment to watch the kids interact with him she calmed, the anxiety of the evening starting to ebb.

Bill smiled as they all left and Sildie went to pay for dinner. He’d already taken care of the cheque earlier and when she came out to the car he could see the lawyer in her surface, purposeful strides, and a thunderous look on her face. His brother had warned him about it and he braced for harsh words that never came.

The boys went with Alida, and Lily and Sildie went with Bill. She breathed out a sigh of relief and relaxed back as he drove. What an evening, and they weren’t done, no they weren’t done by a long shot. She still had to get the kids showered and in bed, get her reading done, and figure out transportation because she couldn’t use Gustaf’s car all the time, and she was gearing up for a throw down with him, livid didn’t come close.

No, she wasn’t done yet tonight.

“Gustaf asked me to pay for dinner by the way.” Bill said quietly, as he could see Lily had finally passed out as he glanced in the rear view mirror.

“I figured. I’ll have words with him about it later.” She said wearily, too tired and wrung out to argue, and it wasn’t Bill she was angry at.

“Don’t be too hard on him, he was freaking out when he called me.” His tone gentle.

“He knows how I feel about money, Bill. That’s not why I’m with him.” She blurted out, the sudden urge to defend herself bubbling up, her emotions getting the better of her.

“I know, he knows it too.”

She closed her eyes and forced the tears down. “I just don’t want to give anyone the impression that I’m only with him for money. It’s so much more than that.”

“Some will see it that way, those on the outside looking in, his family doesn’t.” He glanced at her quickly and gambled.

He took a hold of her hand and squeezed. “We already love you Sildie, because you make Gustaf so incredibly happy. That’s all that matters. You’re happy with him, he’s happy with you. That’s all. We’re family, we help each other out.”

“Alida said pretty much the same thing.” She chuckled.

“Well, my woman’s pretty damn smart.” Bill said with a pride in his voice she could hear clearly.

“Yes she is.” She toyed with the charm and let her mind stew as they neared home.

They arrived home by eight and by the time everything was transferred to Gustaf’s car or into storage it was close to nine and the kids were starting to get their grumpy on. They were clearly done for the day, as was Sildie, yet she still had her own homework to plow through. With a gentle hug from Alida, she took Oona home and Bill followed Sildie up to her apartment with bags and the rest of the junk from in her car.

“We’re fine Bill.” She said gently as they poured through the front door. “I don’t want to keep you out any later.”

“You’re sure?” He said standing on her threshold.

“Yes, this part of the day we have down to a hot mess.” She chuckled. “Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome. I sent you our numbers, call anytime if you need something, especially if G’s away ok?” He said quietly. “I’ll setup the car seat and head out ok?”

“Sure, Thanks.” She would put the numbers in her phone but probably never use them. She didn’t feel comfortable with it, not at the moment at least.

With Bill headed home and the kids finally tucked into bed she sat at the table and stared into nothing. The evening had wiped her out, she still had reading to do, and now she had to find new transportation. She was crunching numbers to see where the fuck she was going to get the funds for repairs when her eyes prickled, the tears falling without consent.

“Why?” She sighed. Why did it all have to go pear shaped? She was going to have to hold off on Lily’s bedroom expansion now for sure. Even if it was just a new engine, that would be costly enough. If it was a new car entirely she was screwed. She’d barely have enough to make payments and save for the kids bedroom. She rested her head on her hands and wept silently, sleep and exhaustion taking her under a little while later.

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haiky-u-lously · 4 years ago

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King Kuroo and the Red Knights (2)

Summary: A Camelot AU where King Arthur is Kuroo Tetsuro, and the Knights of the Roundtable of characters from seasons 1-4 of the HQ anime. Eventual Kuroo X Reader.

Themes: Fluff, Angst, Humor, Eventual Romance

Warnings: Mentions of stalking and abuse of power, Language, Angst in feelings, Eventual gore and fighting

Word Count: For Chapter: ~1600words

Questions/Comments/Concerns/Ideas welcome as always. Enjoy! –Admin Red

Chapter 2: Traveling

“Princess (Y/N),” your friend and traveling companion yelled up to you, “Can we not stop and rest for a bit?”

Halting in your next step, you turned to look back at him. He was walking alongside his horse just as you were, but he looked much more affected. The fact that he was nearly 20 feet behind you besides the point, you could see the slump in his shoulders.

“Fine, we will rest here for a bit. Remove the bags from Mapo as well so that he can also rest.” You indicated to his horse before looking after your own. “Isn’t that right Tofu? You guys want to rest too, if the big bad Suga needs a break.”

As though he understood you, your horse blew air through his nose and whinnied after your comment.

This made you giggle, but seeing Suga’s frown made you double over in laughter. “Oi, Suga. That face you’re making is priceless!”

He shook his head at your antics before plopping down on a rock on the side of the path. “Hey, I just still find it hard to believe we raised two horses named Mapo and Tofu without your father dispelling them for our stupidity. I think that’s a bigger miracle than Tofu there understanding your tease.” He stuck his tongue out at you in retaliation.

Sitting down next to him, you bumped his foot with yours. You were happy that you were finally doing something out of the compound of your father’s place. Being a princess had its perks sure, but it also had more downfalls than anyone would ever tell. You watched the grass flow along the direction the wind blew and wondered how you’d been lucky enough to be chosen to go on this mission, and with your best friend at that. “Suga, I know it was just orders and all that, but thanks for coming with me. I’m really glad it was you and not one of the others.”

“You’re only saying that because I agreed to your little scheme. Noone else would have listened to you.” He argued with a smile.

Smirking a bit, you leaned your arms on your knees and chin on your arms, “That may be the majority reason sure, but you are still my best friend. So it comes with the territory that I expect you to follow my schemes.”

He shook his head with a grin, “Yea, but you gotta admit this is one of your more outrageous ones. Like, it’s worse than the time you made Yaku put a wig on and hide in your bed all day pretending to be you, sick...just so you could go mountain climbing with that tourist.”

You laughed at the memory, “Oh gods, when I came home father was in a fit. I thought he would kill Yaku!” You continued laughing as you tried to speak clearly, “He was so angry and then when he saw my hurt wrist his entire attitude did a full twist and it was though he’d hadn’t just been screaming until he was red in the face.”

“Well, thankfully Yaku wasn’t killed. And you walked away from the whole ordeal with 2 days grounding and just a sprained wrist. But it could have ended so much worse. Just like this.” He gave you a pointed look that said he was no longer joking. “I know how much you want to prove to your father that you can be a knight, I know you feel it unjust that he refuses to accept you even though he accepts other females as Red Knights, and even more so that both of your brothers were knights. Despite it, that they died when you were still too young to form any real bonds with them. But, and I mean this in the nicest way possible (Y/N), don’t you think it’s a bit self-centered of you to plan up this scheme despite your King’s fear and concerns?”

It was a serious topic indeed, and one you thought you’d hashed out enough when you explained your plans to him, but apparently your friend needed more.

“I know it’s selfish. I know it’s going against his wishes. But I have begged him for more than half my life to let me officially join the ranks of the knights. Every year I asked, he told me the next year. Until my 18th birthday came around and he suddenly told me he would never accept me as a knight because I didn’t have what it took. You had to spend the night with me back then Suga, because everyone was afraid I’d do something drastic and no one wanted me to be left alone.” You shook your head as if to clean away the negative memories that came from your current topic of conversation.

“I kept at my training, I did everything the knights did on top of my princess duties, I proved to him I could do both and years later he repeated those same damaging words to me. And why?” You asked aloud though you both knew the answer. “Because when he looks at me he doesn’t see me for who I am. He sees my brother’s before they died with the honor they earned. He sees my mother in her prime before she died in childbirth, me being the last piece of her he has. He sees the helpless little girl who cried when the gypsy travelers killed her pet dragon when he accidentally destroyed one of their tents. No, Suga. He doesn’t see me, and that’s why he will never accept me as a Red Knight. So, if this is the only time I will ever get to be one, then I will come to those terms. But for once, once in my life. I have the chance to fulfill my dreams, and I won’t let you stop me or convince me to change my mind. I can’t.”

Finished sharing your thoughts, you turned to face your childhood friend, a solemn look over your features as you awaited his response.

He just sighed, and stood back up. “Yea, I figured you’d say all that. Well,” He smiled down at you, silhouetted by the sun shining down behind him. “We may as well get on with then. So, how shall I introduce you to the court of Camelot, Princess?”

You laughed at how quickly he managed to be back to himself, and were thoroughly impressed by how much he knew you that he’d expected your monologue. “Hmm, well you’d be considered my squire if I walk up in uniform, huh? So, just introduce me as the Red Knight?:

Blinded by your lack of a true plan, Suga just stared at you in disbelief. “Just...as...are you kidding me right now? (Y/N)! That is ridiculously stupid even for your standards.”

“Well it’s not as though the Knights are permitted to talk while in uniform, so it doesn’t really matter what they refer to me as, does it?” You questioned offhandedly. Moving yourself to prepare your horse for continuing the journey.

He rolled his eyes, getting his own horse prepped as well. “That isn’t the case in point at all. You’ll need a name. You know that Camelot refers to their knights as Sir something or another. And I must keep my name as a ‘knight-in-training’. So, what shall it be, Princess?”

“First, we have to stop with the whole ‘Princess’ thing. Even if it slips up as a joke, we could get in trouble.” You sighed as you pulled the last bag strap tight around the horses saddle. Wishing things could be as simple as just putting on the armor and that be the end of it. “What if we use brother’s name? Azekiel, Of course, it fits because he was a proper knight.”

Shaking his head, Suga faced you and leaned against the side of Mopu. “But we don’t know who went with Greine back in their visit to Washijo all those years ago. No, shouldn’t risk it.”

You hummed in response, thinking his concerns fair. “Then what do you suggest?”

“Yomimasu,” He laughed to himself at his suggestion. “They’d be confused as to why someone would name their offspring the action of reading.” His laughter continued as he imagined their reactions to the introduction.

After considering the name for a moment, you ultimately agreed. “I imagine they’d be so caught off guard they wouldn’t question it if you said it in the most serious tone you could muster.” Chuckling at the possible outcomes running through your mind, you mounted Tofu and looked back over your shoulder. “Any more details you want to hash out before we continue onward?”

“Just one more thing,” Even though I can’t call you ‘Princess,’ can I still call you ‘Royal highness’? Because you are a royal pain in my butt, and I don’t believe a name or costume change will diminish that.”

You stuck your tongue out at him before you both kicked your horses into high gear, racing one another towards Camelot, laughing all the way.

“WAIT!” Suga screamed from his position behind you, “I WAS ASKING A SERIOUS QUESTION!”

Laughing harder, you just knuckled further into your racing horse. A face-splitting grin settling upon your features as you thought about the best way to fulfill the Knight’s mission with the chance to be a knight yourself.

Table of contents Chapter 1 Chapter 3

#haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuuwritersnet #kuroo x reader #Kuroo Tetsurō #futakuchi kenji #sugawara koushi #camelot au #eventual romance #fluff #angst #humor #KKATRK #admin red #reader insert #chapter 2 #traveling

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girls-scenarios · 5 years ago

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Mix Up My Heart

Idol: Doyeon (Weki Meki)

Prompt: could u do a Bartender!AU where Doyeon and the rest of Weki Meki go to a club and the reader starts pulling out tricks to impress her?

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I’m annoyed that we’re only getting a digital single when Weki Meki deserves so much more, but I’m so excited for Dazzle Dazzle. The dance looks so cool and unique, just like Weki Meki’s dances always are. Lets hope that Fantagio actually promotes them this time. Also, I used a lot of bartending terms in this since I work in a bar, so if you guys need any clarification, just let me know lol. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!

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Doyeon wasn't sure how she felt about clubs. It wasn’t like she didn’t like drinking or dancing or loud music. She loved to have fun and generally found the drunk antics of her friends entertaining. However, something about clubbing made it.... Different. Maybe it was that so many people were in one sweaty place, or that she was continuously having to shove people away to get her own personal space, or that everyone around her wanted to hook up with her. Or maybe it was the lights that gave her a headache and how hard it was to get a drink at the overcrowded bar. Whatever it was, it made her a little wary of clubbing, only agreeing for special occasions.

Suyeon’s birthday, unfortunately, counted as a special occasion. So Doyeon had no choice but to dress up in her best tight black leather pants and follow the girls to a club in the new downtown district.

“I heard the place has a brand new speaker system,” Yoojung said excitedly, somehow still looking tiny even in her clubbing clothes. Doyeon hoped she wouldn’t get trampled. Yoojung, though, didn’t seem to be so worried. “I’m super excited to hear it!”

“I’m excited because my favorite DJ is working there tonight,” Suyeon said, running a hand through her dark hair and grinning. This was totally her scene. “She makes the best remixes.”

“I just want to dance. I’ve been stressed lately and I need to let it all out,” Lua commented, stretching her arms above her head and grinning. Her new black hair was tied into a tight ponytail and she was wearing comfortable clothes for dancing. Her excitement made Doyeon smile a bit. At least she was going to have fun.

“I should have worn better shoes.”

“Elly, you always do this!” Yoojung laughed, and Doyeon decided that it was time to tune them out. She glanced at her watch as they rounded the corner leading to the club and sighed.

Only ten. It was going to be a long night.

Inside, some Justin Bieber remix was playing, the bass shaking the room with its intensity. Thankfully, since it was still early, it wasn’t overly crowded yet, and Doyeon spotted seats at the bar. A drink was just the thing she needed.

While the rest of the girls dispersed, Elly saying that she was going to grab a table somewhere and Lua heading straight for the small crowd of dancing people with Yoojung skipping behind her, Doyeon made her way to the bar. Suyeon followed her with a nervous Sei in tow, assuring the younger girl that she’d have fun. Doyeon couldn’t help but laugh and wonder if she was that nervous when she had her first clubbing experience.

“Let’s get some drinks,” she suggested as she grabbed a seat at the bar. “What do you like to drink, Sei?”

“Um, I don’t really know.”

Right. She wasn’t used to drinking yet. “We’ll find you something good,” she said, turning around just in time to see you walking over behind the bar. Her eyebrows raised. Compared to most of the people she found working in clubs, you were very attractive and seemed put together. Your smile wasn’t tight around the edges and it actually reached your eyes as you walked up and placed down the glass you’d been polishing.

“Hello, welcome in! What can I get started for you ladies?”

She liked your voice too. Well, at least she’d found something interesting. Smiling, she leaned forward. “We have an inexperienced drinker here. What would you recommend?”

“Depends. Do you like the taste of alcohol?” You turned your gaze towards Sei as Doyeon pointed at her, and she blushed.

“U-um, not really?”

“Then I’ll make you something sweet. It’s called a lavender lemonade. You can’t even taste the alcohol.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Joked Suyeon, making you laugh.

“A little bit. But as long as you pace yourself, you should be okay. Is there anything else I can get you?”

“Soju,” Suyeon said simply, and you nodded, then turned your gaze to Doyeon, who gave you her most beautiful smile. With any luck, she’d made your heart skip a beat as she moved her long hair over her shoulder.

“Any cocktails you’d recommend?”

“Yes!” Your eyes had followed Doyeon’s hand over her shoulder, but now you snapped out of it, your smile back. There was a tinge of something else in your eyes, and she hoped it meant what she thought it meant. “Our blood orange margarita is pretty popular right now.”

“I’ll take one of those, then.”

“I can do that.” You moved away to begin the drinks, and Doyeon turned around to see her two friends grinning at her.

“What?”

Suyeon wiggled her eyebrows. “What was that, Doyeon? Were you flirting with the bartender?”

“Flutter your eyelashes a little more,” giggled Sei, and Doyeon felt her face flush a bit. Still, she held her chin high and shrugged.

“So what? Is flirting with the bartender a crime? They’re hot!”

“True,” Suyeon admitted, then quickly smoothed her face into a calm smile as you walked back up with her soju. Doyeon was amazed at how fast she changed. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, I’ll get started on those cocktails now.”

Doyeon send the two girls at her side a look that meant “no talking while they’re here” before turning her attention back to you. You seemed to feel her eyes on you, because you smiled a little wider and raised your eyebrows, locking gazes with her.

“Are you interested in bartending?” You asked as you picked up a bottle of vodka and measured it with a jigger. She hummed and propped up her face with her hand, her elbow resting on the bar.

“I’m more interesting in the drinks,” she admitted with a little laugh. “Do you like being a bartender?”

“Oh for sure, I get to meet all sorts of,” you paused, looking up at her again. “Really great people.”

Sei giggled. Doyeon just hoped that you didn’t hear it. “I’m sure you do.” She watched you pick up a pour bottle and shake it vigorously before pouring it into the glass with flourish, making her laugh softly. Spurred on by her reaction, you picked up a lemon and a peeler and carefully bit quickly peeled off a strip of the lemon peel. Then you twisted it over the mix, turned it into a curl, and placed it carefully on top.

“One lavender lemonade,” you said, placing the glass onto the bar top. Sei’s eyes lit up as she picked it up and tasted it.

“Whoa, I can’t taste any alcohol at all!”

“Dangerous for sure,” Suyeon said with a laugh, and you laughed along as you pulled out another glass. Interested, Doyeon watched you pull out the tequila, a pour bottle of what seemed to be orange juice, and an array of other ingredients. After salting the rim and putting a block of ice inside, you placed the glass to the side and started filling the shaker. Once you had all of your ingredients inside, you put the top on and shook hard, making little circles with your hands and beaming when Doyeon smiled.

“You’re good at that,” she said, fluttering her eyelashes (she hoped her friends missed that) and leaning further onto the bar to watch your process closer.

“I’m glad you think so. It’s taken a lot of practice.” Once again, with flourish, you poured the mixture into the glass and garnished the top with a slice of blood orange on the rim and a piece of mint on the top. Then, you placed the drink on the bar and gave a bow, making the girls laugh.

“I didn’t know I got a show with my drinks tonight.” She took a sip of her drink and smiled. It was good. Playfully, she sent you a wink. “I would have brought my ones if someone had told me.”

This made you laugh and Suyeon snorted behind her, taking Sei’s arm. “It looks like Elly found a table. We should head over there.”

Doyeon looked at her friends and then back to you. There was a twinkle in your eye, a promise of attraction, and her stomach jumped in the most delightful way. For the first time, she was happy to be in a club. “Actually,” she said, “I think I’ll stay here tonight. Have fun, girls.”

Suyeon smirked and made a motion with her hands that Doyeon didn’t care to interpret before taking Sei’s arm again. “Well, have fun. We’ll be around if you need us.” As the two walked away, Sei frowned in confusion, apparently asking what Suyeon’s motion had meant. The older girl leaned in and whispered into her ear, and Sei let out an embarrassed squeak.

“They seem to be having fun,” you commented, and Doyeon rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to you.

“They always do. But enough about them. You haven’t told me your name yet.”

You grinned brightly, and Doyeon admired the way your face seemed to glow in the bright club lights. “I’m (Y/N),” you said, leaning across the bar. “Now it’s only fair that I get to know your name too.”

“I’m Doyeon,” she replied with a smile, taking a sip of her drink and enjoying the feeling of being the only one in your gaze. “And you have no idea how happy I am to meet you.”

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pledis-17-trash · 5 years ago

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BTS Scenario - reader who overthinks - Hyung Line (pt.1)

I would like to apologise for the delay....My college started again and then my phone decided to give up on me and everything I have ever written was in...I tried to re-write everything until my phone is back, which is why I decided to put this in 2 parts.

I am really really sorry for the delay and how bad this turned into...I am not proud of it but I hope you will enjoy it.

I apologise once again!

Pairings: BTS X reader

Warnings; None

Admin; _Maggie_

Kim Seokjin

You walked in the living room where your big mirror was at. The big two-meter tall mirror stood in front of you and you looked at yourself in it. Baby pink fluffy sweatshirt you had on was a bit stretched and fell slightly over your shoulder, tight jeans with ripped parts hugged your body perfectly in every single way. Baby pink heels with straps on your feet, made you look elegant. You huffed, chewing onto your bottom lip as you looked at your face..the makeup contained natural colour and you kept on pulling your hair up and letting it down. Trying to see which fit better.

Jin stared at you from the couch, his breathing stopping as you twirled in front of the mirror. Posing and turning around, checking yourself from every angle with your hair up and down. Tilting his head, Jin furrowed his eyebrows as he heard you muttering to yourself.

“If I have my hair up then my neck and shoulders are too exposed...if I have my hair down then I will be too hot and if the curls soften through the time...it will look lame “ you muttered to yourself, frustrated. “Last time...I looked too dumb with my hair up in a tight ponytail. This might be too much since the shirt keeps on falling over my shoulder-“ Jin blinked several times, amused by the amount of rumbling coming out of your mouth.

“Jinnie, what do you think?” You asked, seeing him stare at you and he raised his eyebrow. “About what?” he asked, blinking several times. “Hair up or down?” you asked, coming to him, holding your hair up with your hand. “I mean..what if my shirt falls down too much? It will look bad on the pictures and I will look like a goddamn giraffe.” You commented, releasing your hair from your grip. “If it’s down then it will look bad if the curls don’t stay long.” Jin watched you constantly pull your hair up and then releasing it down.

“I like it up.” He said and you chewed onto your bottom lip. “But down looks better-“ you scoffed “Then let it be down.” “But then-“ Jin sighed, getting up from the couch. “What is the big deal anyway? We are going to PD-nim’s birthday party...not the red carpet...I mean look what I am wearing.” He said, posing for you and you scanned his outfit.

Simple white button-up shirt and baby pink jeans (which he picked out when you said that you will wear the fluffy sweater). “You look good in everything!” You huffed and Jin chuckled. “Well, I am worldwide handsome.” Rolling your eyes, you turned around “I will just go change to-“ Jin grabbed your hand, turning you towards him. “Babe seriously, stop overthinking.” You pouted, looking at him. “You choose then...please,” you begged and Jin moved the hair from your shoulders, pulling it up in a loose ponytail, few wisps on each side of your delicate face. “Then go like this.” He said with a smile and you looked at your reflection.

“Are you sure it won’t look bad on pict-“ stopping you mid-sentence, Jin placed a soft kiss on your lips and moved away a bit, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulled you close. “It won’t...your fucking beautiful neck and collarbone will be visible...which I fucking love aaaaand-“ he leaned down, his lips brushing above your neck. “I can do this any time.” You blushed when his lips kissed your sweet spot. “O-Okay-“ you breathed out and Jin smirked, his teeth gently nipping your skin. “Good, now let’s go.” You nodded and Jin took your hand in his...leading you out if the apartment.

Kim Namjoon

Namjoon fastened his walk, trying to reach your shared apartment as soon as possible as he checked his watch...your final exam results will be out in an hour and he promised you that he would check them with you.

He finally reached the apartment and when he opened the door, he was left standing there...his jaw wide open as he looked at the sight in front of him. There you were, his beloved girlfriend of two years at the desk...writing something maniacally down, muttering to yourself. Your hair was all over the place and you chewed onto the end of the pencil before you took an eraser and began to aggressively rub it on the paper. You did not even hear him come in.

“(y/n)?” Namjoon called softly, shaking his head and at that moment the paper in front of you tore apart. “SON OF A BITCH!” You screamed, scratching your head furiously “Yo, babe-“ Namjoon called, his voice stronger this time and you looked up. “Oh, hi.” You replied and Namjoon chuckled at your adorable, confused face. “What are you doing?” he wondered “What time is it?” you asked, focusing on the papers in front of you as you began to write something down again.

“Its 4 pm.” Namjoon replied, shutting the door behind him. “Will you tell me?” he repeated his question “I am rewriting the questions and answering them and-“ your voice died down as your mind was focused on the answers. “I am going to go take a shower, you better be done by then.” You nodded your head his statement.

Namjoon took a short shower, preparing himself for what is about to come next. This happens once a year when you have finals...he loved the way you were determinate and focused on your goals, you wanted to graduate as an honoured student and He always tried his best to be your support as well as you were his. Which is why you needed him the most now.

Your goal was to be a psychiatrist, you did your internship in the most prestige hospital which is how the two of you met three years ago. He fell in love the moment he saw and heard you interact with one of the patients; the amount of care and understanding that radiated from your body threw him off his feet. When he asked why psychiatry...your response was one reason more he fell in love.

“Because I want to help people, especially teens...this might sound like I am trying to get you to like me, but...I want to help young trainees and idols overcome their depression and hurting...I want them to know that there is somebody who would always be here to listen and understand.”

Namjoon went back to the room and came close to you, turning your chair towards him as he crouched down, making you look at him.

“Babe, stop worrying...I am sure you did amazing and going over answers and questions over and over again will go bald.” He joked, making you smile a bit. “I-I can’t help it...I am scared I did not do a good job and my GPA needs to be good.” You complained, Namjoon placed his hands on your thighs. “What is the grade you will have if the exam went as planned?” he asked, already knowing the answer. “A.” You replied, nibbling down onto your bottom lip.

“I am sure you will get an A babe...so please calm down.” “If I fucked it up, I can get an F and then my GPA will drop-“ you shook your head, Namjoon caressed your thigh. “Okay, if that happens...what will your final grade be?’’ his fingers brushed against your hip as he looked into your (e/c) orbs. “B.” Smiling a bit, Namjoon took your hands in his.

“That is not the end of the world love...and your final GPA will be-?” “3.97.” Your response made Namjoon’s eyes to widen and in an instant, he was on his feet. “That is it.” He barked, pulling you up and over his shoulder. “N-Namjoon-“ you squirmed as he threw you on the bed and hovered above you.

“You. Need. Rest.” He growled “B-But-“ “No fucking but’s (y/n), for fuck's sake I thought that your GPA will be like 3.2 and you won’t be an honoured student. And you are telling me that it will be 3.97 which is only 0.3% from perfect 4.0 GPA!” his eyes stared at you and you swallowed.

“We are watching a movie and, we will check the results after.” He stated, laying down and pulling you close to him, your backs pressed against his chest as he tightened his grip around you. “Do not even think about squirming out.” He growled, ordering you and you nodded...silently thanking him for it.

After the movie, Namjoon got a hold of your phone and checked the results instead of you. “S-So...how did I do?” you asked as a big cheeky smile appeared on Namjoon’s lips “You did it, babe, you got an A.” He replied and in an instant, a huge burden fell off your chest and your body relaxed. “As I have said, you did an amazing job baby.” Namjoon praised, leaving small kisses down your shoulder, making you giggle.

“Yeah, you were right.” You replied, your body melting underneath his lips. “Now, I have cancelled everything on my schedule so that both you and I can finally have a deserved 12-hour nap.” Chuckling sweetly, you pressed your lips against Namjoon’s “I love you.” You purred and Namjoon smiled. “I love you too.” He replied and both of you took a long ass nap.

Min Yoongi

You tossed and turned in your bed, the empty spot next to you bothering you way more than usual. Yoongi was working late, and you felt like shit, constantly waiting for the interview to come out.

4 am

Fucking great

You cursed, throwing your phone away and letting your body fall onto the fluffy pillows only to raise a second later, refreshing the fucking site again. You knew that nothing would change since it’s fucking 4 in the morning and nobody in their right mind would be awake at this time...and even more be awake to upload the interview. You took one of the pillows and pulled it to your face, screaming at it as you threw a fit, your legs hitting the soft mattress. And once again, you went through the whole interview questions

Yoongi looked at his watch...it’s almost 5 am and he smiled a bit, the image of your sleeping figure curled in blankets popped up in his head. It was his favourite view, your small body on the big bed, your hair scattered on the pillows; and it was the best feeling when he would slowly move under the covers, pulling your body close and you would always softly murmur “Welcome home Yoongi-“ before he would fall asleep with you in his arms. Sleeping with you was his favourite time of the day.

“(Y/N)...seriously.” Yoongi hissed, seeing you wide awake walking around the living room like the toy puppy on the batteries. You stopped turning towards him. “What?” You asked confused and Yoongi sighed, coming to you. “Why are you awake? It’s 5 fucking in the morning.” He scoffed and your eyes widened.

“It’s already 5?” you asked and Yoongi chuckled. “Yes...so what is stressing you?” “T-The interview...” you replied, looking down. “Why?” he asked and you shrugged. “What if I messed it up? I mean...the the whole interview is all over the place...I was stuttering and blushing and-“ you stopped, mid-sentence and Yoongi cupped your cheeks with his warm hands.

“You are stressing and overthinking too much...come on, people know it was your first interview ever and you are adorable when you blush.” He purred sweetly, his lips meeting yours. “Now, go straight to bed and wait for me there.” He ordered and you nodded, not wanting to anger him.

His hands wrapped around your waist and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t fall asleep. Everything was bothering you too much and you tried to stay calm but with each second that passed, you grew more restless. Several moments later, you moved out of Yoongi’s hands “I fucking should have said this!” you mumbled, throwing blankets off.

“(Y/N)-“ Yoongi caught your hand, stopping you from exiting the bed as he pulled you to him. Your chest pressed against his, his backs against the mattress and hands firmly wrapped around your torso. “Fucking stop.” He growled. “I-I can’t sleep, I need to-“ you complained, trying to get out of his grip. “You need to calm down and stop thinking or I will get mad,” Yoongi commented and you ighed.

“Here-“ he said, handing you his earphones and you raised your eyebrow. “You want me to watch something till I fall asleep?” you teased and Yoongi rolled his eyes, unlocking his phone. “I love to sleep, and I love sleeping with you and I know that you have trouble sleeping often so I made something for you.” He murmured, placing earphones in your ear.

“It’s not done yet, but-“ he pressed play, a slow beat filled your ears and moment later Yoongi’s slow rap followed. Your eyes widened, tears filled your ears as you kissed him. “You are the best!” You commented to which Yoongi chuckled, pulling you onto his chest. “Good night Princess.” He kissed the top of your head and you drifted to sleep, Yoongi’s voice calming you down.

Jung Hoseok

You two were the overthinking couple, at least boys called you that sway as the two of you were often caught overthinking. Hoseok loved that, because the two of you could talk about ‘what if’ all the goddamn time, thinking about every single possible positive and negative outcomes of any situation. You loved that he understood, everything except the way you felt about yourself.

That is one of the things Hoseok did not get...your picture of yourself. He was a confident man, but you? You weren’t and you would always argue about that...him telling you how gorgeous you look and you, beating him up with low comments about yourself and disagreeing.

“I need to lose few pounds before the charity event, I can’t fit into my dress anymore..” he heard you mumble and instantly, his head snapped in your direction.

“(Y/N)-“he called, his voice low and you flinched. “what are you talking about?” he asked and you chewed down onto your bottom lip. “N-Nothing-“ you replied, not looking at him and Hoseok came to you, his hands wrapping around your hips. “(Y/N),” he called again, softly, making you look him in the eyes. “please tell me what is bothering you.” You hesitated but decided to confess.

“The charity event, in a few days...I can’t fit into the dress anymore and...I don’t want to look bad in the pictures...” you murmured and Hoseok kissed your forehead. “We will get you another dress.” He said, trying to calm you down...it backfired at him.

“SO, YOU DO THINK I AM FAT?!” You growled at him, your (e/c) eyes sending daggers his way and Hoseok whimpered for a second. “I am saying that we can get you another dress and-'' “I WANT THAT ONE!” You growled and Hoseok sighed. “Seriously...” your eyes filled with tears and you punched his chest. “You don’t understand, I need to look good...otherwise I can’t stand next to you...you look good in everything, fuck.” Tears fell down your eyes and Hosek bit his bottom lip.

“(Y/N), love...I love you, I love every single part of you and please stop thinking that way about yourself....” he begged, caressing your face. “B-But-I-“ “You are overthinking way too much and you can’t fit any of your clothes because of the reason which is not just you gaining weight...’’ Hoseok smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss against your lips. “ Baby, you gave birth to our baby girl a few months ago!” He finished his sentence and You looked up at him.

“People know, fans know and for God’s sake you are only 1 confection number up...you will go back in no time but you can’t now...not when you are still nursing.” You chewed onto your bottom lip. “I know..”You looked down and Hoseok pulled your hand “We are getting you a new dress, now.”

Few day’s later, you walked down the red carpet with Hoseok. He held you close, a proud smile on his face and when you paused for pictures, you heard the comments.

“(Y/N)! YOU LOOK GORGEOUS! HOW IS YOUR BABY GIRL? YOU ARE GLOWING! YOU LOOK GREAT!”

A blush appeared in your face and Hoseok leaned to your ear. “I told you, you are fucking beautiful,” Hoseok whispered and you smiled. “Thank you.” You whispered and Hoseok kissed your cheek. “I love you, idiot.” He chuckled “I love you too Hoseok.” He grinned, posing fr pictures and showing you off

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