#v glad my ed days are over because this would have pushed me off the ledge

[prokaryotics]

hot professor took class to dinner + paid for it and only four of us showed up. he parked his ass next to me THEN today commented on how i didn’t eat much. i was nervous and having visions of choking on my food leave me alone :’)

[justsmilestuffhappens]

Day 3 (12th of February) - Matchmaking @buddietinesweek

Matchmaking the matchmaker

Buck sat with his water. He hoped that Eddie would show.

Buck could barely drink and he wasn’t planning to stay long. He really hoped Vivian and Eddie hit it off even as just friends. She was great with kids even had her own and worked as a councilor at a school which was how they had met while he was working.

He’d tell Eddie once he got there. They’d talked about it before a little but he hoped Eddie felt comfortable enough to try and buck would take all the blame if he wanted to back out and didn’t feel ready to.

“Hey. You’re not even gonna have one beer?” Eddie pulled buck out of his thoughts as he sat on the barstool beside him.

“No. Sorry to spring this on you but, I got this friend and I think you two would really like each other if your met. You don’t have to. No pressure. but she’s coming by and if you want-.” Buck barely got out.

“You’re trying to play matchmaker? Buck listen, I don’t know man.” Eddie said as the bartender brought his usual already.

“That’s okay. I’m not saying you have to date her, you don’t Eddie. She’s a cool person regardless and she’s a single parent too. You’ve got a few things in common.” Buck stood up.

“Hey cutie. And this handsome man must be Eddie. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Vivian but people call me V.” She hugged buck and shook Eddie’s hand.

“Hi. I was just telling Buck-”

“I, he didn’t know I was gonna introduce you two tonight, ”

At her confused face Eddie began. “My wife died. I haven’t really been in the dating scene. And buck’s a helpful friend that sometimes acts before he thinks, ”

Wow. Buck nearly choked.

“Oh God. That’s tough hun. Reggie’s an ass but I’d still feel horrible if he ever- I don’t know what my little Susie sees in him, hell what I saw in him past those eyes and arms but he’s good with her at least. Can I get some shots please.” She ordered from the bartender as buck went to refuse.

“You brought us here so you’re drinking too Buck, just one mister blood thinners.” V said with a grin. That got a look from Eddie and a shrug which buck thought was good hopefully.

She and Eddie shared conversation about their kids and jobs with buck talking a little as they looked to him. Buck was just about to leave when V stopped him.

“Hey buck. Since it’s broken hearts night in the club wanna dance?”

Buck was always up for dancing even if he wasn’t that good at it.

“Umm. Sure. Be back Eds,”

They left Eddie sitting with his second beer.

They were further away when she started to talk“so Eddie, he’s handsome.”

“Yeah. He gets that a lot.” Buck smiled.

“I think he’s not over her completely yet though. Shit, I don’t blame him, it’s gotta be tough.” She swung her hip bumping Buck who stumbled with a laugh.

“Hey.”

“But I couldn’t help noticing something.” She got closer to hold buck’s shoulders as the song changed rhythm half way through.

“What?”

“He only ever lightened up when we talked about his son yeah I get that. But also he kept trying to make sure he was bring you into the conversation too. He got that same content smile when he talked about you and Christopher. Do you understand what I’m saying buck?” V asked looking into buck’s eyes before looking back at Eddie.

“Are you counseling us?” Buck made a face.

“I try not to but it helps. I was a couples counselor before just so you know. You ever think about it?” V saw buck take a second glance at Eddie.

“I- he’s not- it might not be a good idea right now,” Buck stumbled.

Eddie was suddenly gone startling buck into getting bumped by another couple.

“Relax. He went in the direction of the bathrooms. Go talk to him. Maybe he wasn’t here with the thought of a date with me specifically. I think he’s here for you, to spend time together,” Vivian shrugged while walking back over to the bar. She thought she could at least flirt with the hot bartender.

Buck went to follow Eddie and make sure he was okay.

He came in to the empty room with Eddie’s face wet at the sink. But from the look of his eyes he had to have been crying maybe and was trying to cover it up.

“Eddie. You okay?”

“No. I can’t- she’s nice but it’s not even her. It’s-” Eddie moved to lock the door.

“What’s wrong? Just tell me. V’ll understand. We can leave. I’m sorry.” Buck felt like he was gonna throw up. Either that or Eddie was gonna tell him something he wasn’t gonna like. He’d pushed Eddie too much too soon and ruined it all trying to help. Buck was such an idiot.

“-ous. I don’t know why.” Eddie avoided looking buck in the eye.

“What? I’m sorry. I spaced out Eddie.” Buck moved to touch Eddie’s shoulder but he moved back.

“Stop apologizing!”

“But I am sorry. I should be sorry. I didn’t think. It’s my fault. Eddie you-”

“I’m sorry. I just- I- stop being a coward.” Eddie said.

Buck didn’t understand. “Why am I a coward?”

“I am. Not you buck. Iloveyou. I don’t know when things changed or if it ever really did but buck- I let my feelings get in the way. I called you selfish when you did one thing for yourself. I was wrong, I shouldn’t have-”

“But it was selfish. If I had sucked it up then- I just couldn’t wait. I didn’t want to risk losing everyone. Losing you. I was too busy with my own shit to see you and Christopher needed me when I should have been there,”

Buck frowned, Eddie hated it.

“But it was different. You’re different. You’re not- Christopher needs you and I need you but you can’t be there if I don’t let you or if you’re dead. Not if you’re gone because I pushed you away, either” Eddie moved closer.

“I don’t understand. That’s-. Wait. Did you say you loved me?” Buck’s head was spinning. He could swear he heard that but was it just in his head though.

“I didn’t tell you about Christopher’s nightmares before the lawsuit when I should have. I didn’t want to put you both through it again and I thought I could handle it alone and then I had to. I could still have tried to call but by then it all was just too much. I decked a guy for insulting Christopher when my son could have seen me, I was still in front of the place i left him at. I knocked a guy’s nose in during my fighting phase. I didn’t realize how important you were to our lives until you were gone. And I just kept falling and spiralling downward until I couldn’t stop even when you were back. It wasn’t on you, it was about you but it wasn’t too, not just you, it was how I felt about myself and what happened with shannon,” Eddie tried to catch his breath.

“You were dealing with a lot though Eddie, you still are. No one blames you, we’re just glad you’re trying to be better and getting help because now you know what you were doing wasn't healthy for you or Christopher, and you stopped going. That’s all we can ask for and we’re all here for you both,” buck ran his hand across his face.

“I looked it up after talking to Frank. I- projected my resentment, and the aggression, and depression all these things I was feeling and I couldn't deal with because I kept pushing it aside until I couldn't anymore. I put it on you when none of it was your fault. It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. I just wanted to hit something, to hit myself if someone didn't hit me, and to forget, to feel in control for even a moment.”

“I think I can see that now. But if you can forgive me then I can forgive you. It’s what being a part of a team means right? I’m glad you didn’t really want to hit me. I had hoped you didn’t.” Buck bit his lip.

“I’d never hit you. I’d rather hurt myself before I ever hurt you buck. You don’t deserve that and deep down a part of me always knew that.” Eddie looked him in the eye.

“Don’t say you’d hurt yourself though, please Eddie. Fuck. This is weirdest conversation to be having in some dirty bathroom that reeks of piss.” Buck smiled. “And I love you too. Sorry. I think I’m still processing all this. It's a lot.” Buck pulled Eddie into a hug.

Eddie welcomed the firm hold this time. No bruises. No blood. Nothing else. Just them. Right now.

“I’ve got free hugs all day every day if your name is Diaz.” Buck said as Eddie squeezed back gently.

“Hey! Open the fucking door.” “Some of us need to piss you asshole!” “Jerk him off faster already.” They heard as there was a banging on the door.

“Way to ruin a moment huh?” Eddie wiped his eyes and sniffled.

“Couldn’t be sooner. Let’s go someplace cleaner with a bed or a couch to sit down. And I have to thank V before we leave.”

“You set up me being jealous?” Eddie asked with a hurt look before they opened the door.

“No! I wouldn’t do that. She said to talk to you and maybe there was something there between us. She was right it turns out,” Buck unlocked the door.

“Yeah. She’s good at reading people huh?” Eddie said as they walked past the small crowd ignoring them to pay for their drinks.

V was nowhere to be seen.

“You looking for the silver hair and black dress chick?” A new bartender asked.

“Yeah” buck said “have you seen her?”

“She took Will home I think. Said to give you two waters and wish you luck.” She said as Buck got a text.

From V: Don’t wait up. I’m taking the bartender. Hope you’re good with Eddie. Talk later.

“She’s good.” Buck said as they went to leave.

“Christopher’s still with my Abuela. Can we go to yours. I kinda wanna talk a little more and maybe something else.” Eddie asked.

“Yeah. I’ll drive. We’re not doing anything tonight. I wanna date you at least once before I get you in bed Eddie. But I’m not against cuddling or uh maybe kissing” buck laughed as they got out to his jeep.

Things didn’t turn out the way he expected but this was looking to be a lot better though.

“Let’s go home.” Eddie said.

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

“Looks like you’re having some trouble there, can I help?” + Best friend- Lovers AU for reddie???

Prompt taken from this list that I created!

12. “Looks like you’re having some trouble there, can I help?”

8. Best friend- Lovers AU for reddie???

AO3

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“Fuck fuck fuck!” Eddie groaned and slammed the hood of his car down harshly, wincing at his resounding bang. He was so sure that he had managed to fix the car up, but of course it had to break down when he was only a few miles away from home. Next time he’d be taking it to a damn garage.

The sky above him grumbled and Eddie swore once more as a few drops of rain landed on his shoulder. Quickly he made a beeline for the passenger side and slipped in before the heavens opened the rain began hammering off of the car as well as the ground around him.

“Today really is my lucky day isn’t it?” He hissed to himself, leaning back in the seat and closing his eyes. He wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, at least not until the rain stopped so he made himself comfortable and ran over the days events in his head once more.

He had traveled a few towns over from Derry for a job interview at a magazine. The interview had gone rather well, at least Eddie had thought so, until the interviewers had brought up a phone call they had received from his mother prior to the interview. Apparently, she had told them Eddie wasn’t suitable for the job as the hour would intercede with him helping her as he, according to her, was her full time carer.

That statement alone was the last straw, and Eddie decided as he stormed out of the building and back to his car, that he was going to move out of the house, and probably Derry as soon as he could. In all honesty, he would have been gone years ago if it wasn’t for one soul reason. Or person for that matter. His best friend, Richie.

Richie, the one person who had been by his side since they were little kids. Richie, the smartest, bravest, most amazing person Eddie knew. Richie, the person Eddie was completely and hopelessly in love with but too scared to make a move.

He wasn’t entirely sure when his feelings for Richie changed from best friend to…oh my god I want to kiss you on your stupid mouth, but at some point that’s what happened. One minute Eddie was telling Richie to shut up after another failed impersonation, and the next he was giving Richie heart eyes whenever he walked into the room. According to his friends, it was a little sickening.

There had been a few times that the words were on the tip of Eddie’s tongue, but he had always pushed them away, too scared that Richie wouldn’t feel the same way, even if Stan was insistent that he did.

As senior year flew passed, everyone went off to college, all accept Eddie and Richie. Richie had been accepted into a one year apprenticeship at the radio station a few towns over and Eddie decided to apply for a one year course in literature at Derry Community College. He didn’t want to leave Richie alone in that hellhole, and when Richie asked him why he didn’t run away, Eddie had come up with some bullshit excuse about not being ready.

Yes, Richie was the sole reason he was still living at home, in Derry, with his mother. However, in two days, Richie’s apprenticeship would be up, and Eddie was more than ready to take him by the hand and drag him away, whether that be as best friends or…more was to be decided.

Letting out another groan, Eddie pulled out his phone and dialled Richie’s number, knowing that he was the only person who would be insane enough to come out in this weather and rescue him. The phone only rang twice before Richie’s voice filled the speakers, “Well if it’s isn’t the light of my life. How’d the interview go, Eds” He asked and Eddie could just tell he was laying back in bed, all relaxed.

“Shit,” Eddie sighed, the bitter feeling returning. “My mother called them, told them not to give me the job as I am her full time carer. Full time carer my ass.”

Richie inhaled sharply and then exhaled, “Eds…I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Eddie shook his head, even though he knew Richie couldn’t see him and he closed his eyes once more. “I’m actually glad, because if I had gotten the job then I’d be stuck here. I don’t want to be stuck here Richie.”

There was silence on the other end of the line, until, “Me neither,” Richie whispered. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Eddie laughed and he bit his lip, “You read my mind.” He paused. “Actually, there’s a reason I called. My car broke down just outside of Derry and I’m sitting in a layby. Would you-”

He was cut off by the sound of what was clearly Richie jumping off of his bed. “Don’t you worry Eddie Spaghetti! Help is on the way!”

A giggle escaped Eddie’s lips as Richie hung up the phone, and of course, no less than ten minutes later a familiar red truck was pulling into the driveway in front of him. The rain had somewhat ceased, only a few drips here and there, but Eddie knew it was only a matter of time before it started up again.

Richie got out of his car and sauntered over to the passenger side window, a grin on his face and Eddie knew that there was an impression coming. Deciding to play along, Eddie rolled down the window just as Richie reached him, grinning as he placed his hands on the door. “Looks like you’re having some trouble there, need some help?”

“Well if you’re offering,” Eddie laughed and rolled up the window, slipping out of the passenger side and locking the door. “I had a look, but I can’t seem to find out what’s wrong with it. I’ll just call a mechanic in the morning.”

With a nod, Richie looked inside the car, as though checking that Eddie had collected everything since they were going to leave the car there until morning. “I’m sorry about the job, Eds.”

“It’s really okay, Richie.” Eddie smiled, lacing their fingers together. It was something they had done for years and no-one ever questioned it, not even themselves. “I meant what I said on the phone. I need to get the hell out of here. I can’t take it anymore.”

Richie frowned at that, tilting his head to the side. “Eds…if you’re so ready to leave, why haven’t you already?” He asked. “And don’t give me the whole ‘I wasn’t ready’ crap because it’s clear you are more than ready to flee the nest.”

A flush took over Eddie’s cheeks and he realised that his cover was blown. Not able to come up with a valid excuse, he sighed and looked at Richie with a serious expression on his face. “Did you really believe that’s why I stayed?”

Silence.

Eddie took a step closer to Richie and squeezed their joint hands a little tighter. “Of course I was ready to leave but…but I didn’t want to. I couldn’t.”

“W-why?” Richie stammered and Eddie gave him a pointed look. He bit down on his lip and stared right into Richie’s eyes, pouring his heart out without the use of words.

“Richie…” Eddie whispered eventually and he watched as realisation settled in and Richie’s eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“Oh…oh Eds…” He breathed and for a moment, Eddie thought that Richie was going to turn him down. Except he didn’t. Richie stepped closer, closing the distance and taking Eddie’s face into his hands, caressing his cheeks. “You- you stayed here for me?”

A laugh, soft and disbelieving left Eddie’s lips and he nodded his head, leaning up on his toes and pressing their foreheads together. “Of course I stayed here for you, Richie. I- I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been for years.” As the words left his lips, Eddie felt a heavy drop of rain land on his face as well as the rumble of thunder above him. However, he ignored it, too lost in Richie’s eyes to care.

Their lips were now mere inches from one another, one more move and they would be kissing. One little jolt forward and Eddie would be feeling Richie’s lips on his, lips that he has dreamt about for years. He didn’t want to wait any longer, so he took that final leap, pushing up on his toes and sealing his lips with Richie’s in a first, long awaited, kiss.

Richie didn’t hesitate to kiss him back, moving his hands down to wrap around Eddie’s waist, tugging him closer as the heavens opened once more and the rain came crashing down, soaking them through to the bone. Even though he was now soaking wet, it still wasn’t enough to force Eddie to part from Richie. It actually was Richie that pulled away, laughing loudly over the sound of the rain.

“I love you too, Eds,” He yelled and Eddie grinned back at him, happiness filling him to his very core. “But if we don’t get inside we’ll catch pneumonia.”

Eddie wanted to say he didn’t care, but he actually did and nodded his head, running with Richie back to his truck and climbing inside. They were both still grinning like idiots, happy that they had finally taken that next step with each other after so long. “I love you,” Eddie whispered, biting his lip.

“I love you, Eds.” Richie whispered back, his glasses steaming up with the change in temperature. “Let’s get home and have a shower before we do catch the cold.”

And that’s what they did…but they still caught the cold anyway.

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@richietoaster @tozier-boy @eds-kas @eds-trashmouth @strange-reddie-loser @jem-carstairs-is-perfection @tinyarmedtrex @liliemm @inthebreadbinwrites @lo-v-ers @studpuffin @aizeninlefox @reddie-for-anything @richietoizer @girasol-eddie @bi-bi-richie @honeybeehanlon @hawkinsbabe @mrs-vh

[anotherkpopvictim]

All That You Are (Is All That I’ll Ever Need) - VHope Littlespace Drabble

(Source - taegidda)

Request from starbabiebangtan on tumblr: “Vhope bc i cant resist baby Tae sndjdjdjdj I’m sorry LOL But another Vhope, where Taehyung is insecure because of how he feels like he looks more like a daddy to Hoseok than the other way around bc of him being taller and having a deeper voice than Hobi. Hobi does his best to reassure him that he is his little baby no matter what, and continues to go ahead and love on his baby and it causes him to regress v young bc im a sucker for baby space as well 🥺 ”

A/N: this sounded very interesting! I hope I did your request justice :P And thank you for all the awesome ideas you’ve given me!!

Also, the title is from Tenerife Sea by Ed Sheeran.

Pairing: Little!Taehyung X Caregiver!Hoseok

Rating: T (swearing, panic attack)

Words: 3250

Hurt/comfort, fluff

WARNINGS: Taehyung has a panic attack in this. It is not very detailed, but I don’t want to trigger anyone.

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Taehyung and Hoseok had been together for forever.

Okay, two years officially, but they had also gone through a phase of what the rest of the BTS members had dubbed “everyone else knew you two were together except you” for about four or five years (forever), which wasn't completely untrue. Jimin and Jungkook could vouch for that – they made sure their fellow maknae line member understood just how much pining they witnessed from Taehyung. Hyung line said the same about Hoseok.

But their incorrect feelings of unrequited love didn't matter anymore, because they were very happily boyfriends now. Sure, they had been through their fights just like any other couple did, but in the end, they loved each other in a way that no one could deny and they always orbited back to each other.

More than boyfriends, Hoseok was also Taehyung's caregiver when he slipped into littlespace. The older had a soft spot for the little and their friends always made fun of him for it, calling him “whipped”. Any time that happened, Taehyung would assure his hyung that he was very happy he loved little Tae so much (Hoseok would then puff his chest out like a gorilla, all proud, and it was so adorable honestly Taehyung couldn’t handle it sometimes).

As their Love Yourself: Tear album promotions came around, the two of them were in a place where they were completely comfortable and happy with each other. They hadn’t even had a real fight in months.

So, of course, just as they relaxed, something else came up that threw them off-kilter - this time in the form of insecurities.

It was during a fan sign that it really began. Taehyung and Hoseok just happened to be seated next to each other, and they were very careful to keep their closeness to a friend level. It wasn’t often that management allowed them to sit next to each other, and they weren’t about to mess up the chance they’d finally been given just because they couldn’t keep their heart eyes to themselves for a few hours.

A girl around twenty years old, who introduced herself as Jisoo, was in line to get their autographs and talk to them for their forty-five second time frame. When she reached Hoseok (the second last in the row of seats) she smiled brightly, showing off her cute smile. “You guys are so inspiring!” she gushed, “Thank you for promoting self-love, it's really helped me.”

The lead dancer couldn't help but grin back at her, “I'm glad. You guys have helped us achieve so many of our goals, and we want to use our success to spread a good message to everyone.”

Hoseok passed the girl's poster of all the members (now signed everywhere apart from below Taehyung's picture) over to the second youngest beside him, and they let their hands linger a little longer than they probably should have. Sometimes they really couldn’t help it.

Taehyung gave his hyung a quick side smile, more meaning behind the small action than anyone else could see.

“Oh my gosh! You guys are so cute! VHope for the win!” Jisoo held up a fist in a “fighting!” motion, a teasing grin on her face as she watched the two of them.

“Oh,” Taehyung chuckled, looking away to properly sign her poster. “Thank you.”

“And your size difference is adorable!” she said, now gaining Taehyung's sole attention as Hoseok moved on to the next fan in line. “Hoseok looks so tiny next to you, I bet you could pick him up without any trouble.”

Maybe it was a little odd to say something like that, a little straightforward, but Taehyung got the feeling that Jisoo was the kind of girl to speak her mind.

“Y-Yeah,” Taehyung silently cursed himself for stuttering, but he was a little taken aback by the comment. He knew Jisoo didn't mean anything bad by it, but it made Taehyung's brain start going into overdrive, just like it always did when all he could think about were his insecurities.

She was right; Taehyung and Hoseok were definitely different in size, but not like Jimin and Namjoon were. There was only about two inches difference in height between the lead dancer and the vocalist, but Taehyung was undoubtedly more broad than his hyung. So yes, Taehyung was naturally bigger than Hoseok was, but he'd never really thought about it before now.

Did Hoseok have a hard time picking him up sometimes, like he did quite often in littlespace? Did Hoseok think it was weird that the bigger person between the two of them was also the one to regress into a child-like headspace sometimes?

No, Taehyung told himself, stopping his thoughts abruptly, Hoseok loved him too much for that. He would never hold something so insignificant against him.

...Right?

“It was so nice to meet you, Jisoo,” Taehyung replied, the smile on his face feeling a little more put on than before. “I hope you continue to support us. We will do the best we can for you!”

Despite his best efforts, the thoughts plagued the second youngest for the rest of the day. He had to hide his mood from Hoseok and Jimin, and managed to evade them by saying he wasn’t feeling well and hiding in his room.

But that was it.

After that day, Taehyung was thrown headfirst into preparing for their repackaged album release and another tour. He didn’t have time to really think about anything, let alone the moment with Jisoo at the fan sign, but it was still there, admittedly, in the back of his mind.

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“Jeon Jungkook, if you don’t get down here this instant!-”

A smirking maknae looked down from his spot on the tree branch...thirty feet up in the air. At the base of the tree stood an extremely unimpressed Seokjin with his hands on his hips.

“What are you going to do, hyung?” Jungkook asked tauntingly, “Are you going to put me in time out?”

Seokjin narrowed his eyes, “No, but I will take away your television rights for two weeks, in or out of littlespace.”

Jungkook gasped, looking a little more scared now, “You wouldn’t. You love little me too much.”

“Try me, bitch.”

With an overly exaggerated whine of annoyance, Jungkook began his trek back down the tree.

“Be careful!” Namjoon shouted, joining Jin at the base of the tree. “If you fall and get hurt management is going to kill me!”

“Is that all you’re worried about, hyung?” Taehyung asked, a smirk on his lips as he looked on from a nearby lounge chair, “Not that Jungkook could get hurt, but that management would kill you if he did?”

Namjoon turned away from the tall tree to glare at the younger and smack him over the head. “Brat.”

“My brat!” Hoseok burst out of the doors of their accommodations and pushed Namjoon out of the way so he could cuddle his injured baby in his arms. “Don’t hit him, Namjoon!”

As Namjoon grumbled under his breath and walked off, Hoseok pressed a kiss to the back of a pouting Taehyung’s head. It didn’t even really hurt all that much, as Namjoon hadn’t hit that hard, but Taehyung was enjoying his boyfriend’s attention too much to tell him that.

All the members of BTS were spending a rare few days off between tour dates, and currently, they were in Chicago. Management had rented a cabin-like house on the outskirts of the city for their three-day stay.

“TAEHYUNG!” Jimin screamed as he came running out of the house.

“SOULMATE!” Taehyung screamed, sitting up from his hyung’s embrace like a meerkat scoping out the land.

Jimin jumped on top of the Taehyung-Hoseok pile, causing the two on the bottom to grunt at the sudden added weight.

“Jimin...” Hoseok whined, weakly using his partially trapped hands to push the younger off of them.

The attacker backed off with a wicked grin, “Sorry, hyung!” (He didn’t sound all that sorry).

“What did you need, soulmate?” Taehyung asked, sitting up properly and fixing his messed up hair.

“Oh,” Jimin said like he just remembered why he’d come here in the first place, “Yoongi thinks he has a lower voice than you, so I need you to prove him wrong.”

“What?” Taehyung chuckled.

“You obviously have the lowest voice out of all of us! I just need you to sing a lower note than him so I can get my ten-thousand won.”

Taehyung shrugged, standing up from the lounge chair and starting to follow his eager best friend into the house. The others were only a few feet behind them.

“Taehyung’s voice is definitely lower than Yoongi’s,” Jungkook stated, “I’ll bet twenty-thousand won!”

Namjoon snorted, “You’re on, dumbass. Yoongi’s totally going to win.”

Jin and Hoseok rolled their eyes and looked at each other with matching expressions that said “Idiots”.

They all entered the living room to find Yoongi lounging on the couch, typing away at the keyboard on his laptop. The oldest rapper looked up at the sudden noise and frowned, unimpressed, when he saw all of them filing into the room. “You actually got them, Jimin? Seriously?”

“We made a bet and I’m eager to get some ice cream with the money I’m going to win,” Jimin replied, arms crossed and chin in the air.

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “Whatever. Alright, Tae, let’s go.”

Taehyung and Yoongi proceeded to have a low note battle, while five other pairs of eyes watched on in fascination. It started off easily, but as the notes got lower and lower, Taehyung noticed Yoongi beginning to really struggle to make a noise.

It was Taehyung who won in the end (much to Jungkook and Jimin’s delight and Yoongi and Namjoon’s disappointment) and he smirked as Jimin dragged a sulking Yoongi out the front door and to the corner store down the street. Namjoon slapped the twenty-thousand won into Jungkook’s awaiting palm a little harder than necessary, but the maknae decided not to say anything about it because he had some beautiful money in his possession. (A/N: bts forgetting they’re millionaires part 382750????)

“Ooh, listen to my baby’s sexy voice!” Hoseok exclaimed, sliding up to Taehyung from behind and wrapping his arms around his waist, lips pressing a kiss to his right ear. “So deep and hot as fuck.”

Taehyung chuckled and turned his head a bit so his boyfriend could kiss him on the lips, “Thanks, Seokie.”

The moment was ruined when a certain maknae fake gagged and yelled, “EW!”

All his bandmates (minus Jimin and Yoongi) began complimenting his deep voice. Taehyung accepted the praise with a smile and a light pink blush on his cheeks.

It wasn’t until later that night (because night was the time to reflect on the day) that Taehyung thought about it again.

He never particularly loved his voice like so many did, sometimes he wished that his voice wasn’t so low. Maybe it was because a lot of the comments he saw said things like “Taehyung’s voice is so sexy! He’s such a daddy!” and “V’s looks and his deep voice just scream “she calls me daddy too”” and other things that were a little more...explicit. Now, Taehyung adored these compliments, even the extremely dirty ones, because they were from his fans, but his little side didn’t like it one bit.

The moment with the fan (Jisoo, he recalled) from nearly half a year ago popped back up in his head. Hoseok was smaller than him, and Taehyung had a deeper voice too. Hoseok always told him how much he loved his deep voice, but Taehyung was a little, was it strange for someone in a four-year-old’s headspace to sound like a grown man?

Jimin and Jungkook, who were also littles, didn’t really have to worry about that with their caregivers - Jimin had a naturally high voice and Jungkook easily spoke in a tone reminiscent of a child.

Surely Hoseok had noticed their differences and probably thought about them. Did he hate them and was just too nice to tell Taehyung how uncomfortable it made him? Did he resent Taehyung for being so...strange?

Taehyung stood up from his bed and stumbled from his room to the bathroom across the hallway. He felt a tightness in his throat and a buzzing in his ears suddenly as he slammed through the door. He knew it was the start of a panic attack, and he tried his best to calm himself down with deep breaths. He splashed some cold water onto his face, uncaring that it wet his bangs. His hands then gripped the edge of the counter as his thoughts began to spin out of his control.

He needed Hoseok and he needed him now.

Like a miracle, a knocking from the door broke through the buzzing in Taehyung’s ears. He couldn’t speak, so he just made a sound, something that came out like a mix between a groan and a whine.

And then Jin was by his side on the ground (when had he fallen to the floor?) and holding his shoulders gently. The older was speaking to him probably, but Taehyung couldn’t hear him, could barely see him through the tears forming in his eyes.

Jin turned and shouted something over his shoulder and then a few moments later a frazzled looking Hoseok appeared in the doorway.

Taehyung’s eyes seemed to only be able to focus on his Daddy’s worried gaze as he hurried over to him.

“-Baby!” was the first word Taehyung heard from Hoseok, “I need you to follow my breaths, okay?” The older grabbed Taehyung’s hands and placed them on his own chest, beginning to exaggerate deep breaths for the younger to follow along to.

Taehyung tried his best to take in deep breaths and in a few minutes, he felt his heart rate decreasing from where it was in near hyperspeed. “’M sorry, Daddy” he said, his voice weak from his tense throat.

Hoseok shushed him and moved to wrap his arms securely around him, leaning them both against the bathroom cabinets. “You don’t ever have to be sorry for having a panic attack, Taehyungie,” he sounded a little out of breath, but completely sincere. “What’s going on, bub?”

“TaeTae sad!” Taehyung blurted before he could stop it - little him had always been more open about his feelings.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Hoseok replied, “Why are you sad, baby?”

“TaeTae too...TaeTae too...sexy...” the younger mumbled the last word in embarrassment.

Hoseok looked shocked, “What?”

“TaeTae b-bigger than Daddy...a-and he have low voice...TaeTae is bad little!” Taehyung burst into tears, moving to bury his face in his hyung’s chest.

“Oh, my baby,” Hoseok cooed, “You are not a bad little. You’re Daddy’s best boy.”

Taehyung stayed in his hiding place and shook his head vehemently, hands clutching the fabric of the older’s t-shirt.

Hoseok held him closely and pressed a fond kiss to the top of his head. “Do you think I don’t like you because of your deep voice and your height?”

“TaeTae weird.”

“No, TaeTae is unique,” Hoseok corrected, pulling the little away from his chest so he could see the sincerity in his expression. “Baby, I love you so much, exactly the way you are.”

“D-Daddy don’t think it’s weird TaeTae don’t look like a baby or sound like a baby?” the younger inquired, big eyes looking up at his hyung with hope.

Hoseok smiled and booped his nose. “No, sweetie, Daddy doesn’t think it’s weird.”

“D-Daddy doesn’t hurt himself picking TaeTae up?” he asked.

The older frowned jokingly, “Hey! I’m very strong, you know! Of course I can pick up my baby.”

Taehyung would have laughed if the situation were any different, but as it was, he couldn’t help but burst into tears once more - this time, though, they were happy tears. “TaeTae love Daddy.”

“Love you too, bub,” Hoseok replied, one of his arms moving so he could rub up and down the little’s back soothingly. “So, so much.”

Taehyung hiccuped through some more tears as the reassurance filled him with a familiar warmth and calmness. His eyes brightened just a little bit more and his hands shook as he grappled at the older’s shirt. “D-D-Dada.”

Hoseok’s smile grew at the new name, indicating that the younger had slipped into babyspace. Taehyung had to feel extremely safe to fall into such a deep headspace, and the older didn’t mind because baby Taehyung was just as adorable as every other Taehyung. “Hi, baby.”

The younger still had tears shining in his big, bright eyes, but he smiled through them cutely, “Dada!”

Hoseok attacked his face with kisses, causing the baby to giggle uncontrollably. When he pulled away again, the older said, “Now, TaeTae was supposed to be sleeping, but how about we go see if anyone is still awake and wants to watch some cartoons with us?”

Taehyung didn’t respond, but Hoseok had expected that - he was too young to fully comprehend his words. The other just looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky, like Hoseok was the younger’s everything (that wasn’t actually all that far off from what the baby was thinking).

After hitching the baby easily onto his hip, Hoseok stood up and made his way out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. He laid Taehyung on the soft bed and moved to grab a cute tan puppy onesie from the boy’s suitcase. He kept a close eye on the baby, who was beginning to wiggle around on the bed curiously.

After grabbing a pacifier from the emergency little bag (thank god he had remembered it) Hoseok returned to his baby and slipped the rubber teat effortlessly between his lips. Taehyung blinked up at him and suckled at the pacifier as he watched Hoseok change him.

The older secured a diaper around the little’s waist and worked on zipping him into his adorable puppy onesie.

When he was finished, Hoseok took a moment to look down at Taehyung. The baby looked so cute it was almost too much to handle...so, naturally, Hoseok snapped a picture and sent it to their group chat.

MEMETAN (MuscleBunny - Jungkook, SmolBoi - Jimin, Dimples - Namjoon, JHoe - Hoseok, TongueTechnology - Yoongi, MrWorldWideHandsome - Seokjin)

JHoe: anyone who wants to join baby taetae and me for some cartoons is welcome to come to the living room

JHoe: *attached image*

MrWorldwideHandsome: omg *gasp* he’s so cute!!!!!!!!!!!!

SmolBoi: lol Jungkooks running naruto style there now and im right behind him

MuscleBunny: i csll dibbs on cuddlin the babu!111

Dimples: me too!!!

MrWorldwideHandsome: what about you yoongi?

TongueTechnology: yea ok I’m coming too

SmolBoi: dont act so tsundere yoongi

SmolBoi: we all know you have a soft spot for baby taetae

TongueTechnology: oh yea like you don’t all have one too

JHoe: taetae is very excited to see you all :)

Dimples: we’d better watch some good fucking cartoons or I’m out though

MrWorldwideHandsome: yea like Clifford or Paw Patrol!!!!!

SmolBoi: we all know taetaes gonna be the one to pick

JHoe: update:

JHoe: Jungkook has arrived in the living room and has slipped into littlespace

JHoe: he’s now cuddling with baby taetae

Dimples: OMG IVE GOTTA SEE THIS

TongueTechnology: IM ON MY WAY FOR THE OVERLOAD OF CUTENESS

MrWorldwideHandsome: uwu!

SmolBoi: those two will be the death of me with how adorable they are

JHoe: the cuddle pile is waiting :)

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A/N: not my favorite ending, but yeah.

Tell me what you thought of me adding some background couples and extra OT7 cuteness! I thought I’d try something a bit different this time.

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I love you guys!

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Six Baudelaires AU, Part Two {AO3} {Masterlist} {Part One}

Chapter Twenty-Seven → in which the Baudelaires jump out a window

As soon as Lilac and Klaus had their disguises back on, and Sunny was hidden under Klaus’s coat, they grabbed the patient list and took off running. Lilac held the clipboard to her chest, pulling on her mask and trying not to cry. Klaus kept directing them down halls, quickly tracking down the directory signs and trying to remember which bends to take to get to the surgical ward. They weren’t sure how much time they had left, so they knew they had to go as fast as they could, and they could only hope Nick and Soli were able to keep up.

When they finally entered the surgical ward, Lilac raced down the hall, muttering numbers under her breath. “919… 920… 921- here! 922!”

She reached for the door handle, only to hear, “And what do you think you’re doing?”

Lilac froze, and Klaus immediately ran forwards and grabbed her arm. The Hook-Handed Man and Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender were coming down the hall, dressed as doctors. Lilac took a deep breath, and then said, in her austrailian accent, “Sorry, we’re here for Laura V Bleediotie. Is this the right room?”

“And who are you supposed to be?” asked the Hook-Handed Man.

Lilac froze up, and Klaus said, “We’re associates.”

There was a beat, and then the Henchperson said, “Oooh, it’s you two! Good disguises. I didn’t even think of changing my voice.”

Lilac and Klaus tried very hard not to look confused. “Yes.” Lilac said.

“The beard’s a little much.” the Hook-Handed Man said to Klaus.

“It covers my face.” Klaus said. “But we really should be, um, getting to the patient-”

“Oh, the boss already moved her.” the Hook-Handed Man said. “Didn’t he tell you?”

Lilac looked like her world was crashing down. Slowly, she opened the door, indeed finding an empty room. “Oh.” she said, afraid that if she said more she would start screaming.

“Where is she?” Klaus asked, trying very hard to keep his false accent.

“The Count and Ms Squalor already moved her to the surgery room.” the Henchperson said.

“Speaking of which,” said the Hook-Handed Man, “I’m glad you’re here. The boss wanted you to carry the knife- shit, where’d we leave it?”

The Henchperson gestured towards Room 922, and the Hook-Handed Man said, “Ah!” before ducking inside and coming out with a giant knife clutched between his hooks. He held it out for Klaus to take, and after he hesitantly did, the henchman said, “Her bratty siblings haven’t shown up yet, but the boss is convinced they will. Come on, let’s get to the operating theater; we don’t want to be late for the surgery.”

Lilac and Klaus shared a horrified look as soon as the henchpeople turned around, but they quickly followed them. Lilac grabbed onto Klaus’s free hand as he held out the knife, very concerned.

They only walked for a little bit before reaching some large double doors. The Henchperson held them open, and Lilac and Klaus stepped into a huge room. The walls were covered in large benches, on which sat several doctors, nurses and regular spectators, staring at the center of the room. Down there stood Esme Squalor, who was wearing a nurse’s uniform that was too small for her. They were standing over a long, metal table, and strapped to the table was an unconscious Violet Baudelaire.

Lilac almost collapsed right there, only barely able to keep her hold on Klaus’s hand as they stepped forwards, almost in a daze. Violet’s arms were tied to the sides of the bed, and they noticed very quickly that she’d been changed into a hospital gown, and her face was obscured by her hair, which had fallen over her eyes. Lilac’s gaze darted around her sister’s body, which was barely breathing. Her eyes finally fell on a mask, mostly obscured by her hair, that connected to some machine beside the table. Her eyes locked on it, and she gave Klaus a look and a gesture. Klaus nervously nodded, as Esme said, “And now, my dear audience, it looks like our doctors have arrived!”  

Klaus shut his mouth tight, not wanting to say anything that would give them away. As the Hook-Handed Man and Henchperson went to the audience, and the children approached their sister, trying not to shake or cry or scream, Klaus felt the knife in his hands, wondering if he could potentially stab Esme and get away with it. He doubted he’d be able to run very far, what with so many people watching, but maybe it was worth a shot.

“Thank you for coming, doctors.” Esme said. “Our dear Dr Mattathias Medicalschool wanted to be here, but he’s currently busy going over some important documents. So he requested we make this as quick as possible, before some fugitives can arrive and spoil our fun.”

“Um…” Lilac began, staring down at Violet. The second-eldest Baudelaire looked very pale up close, and Lilac looked ready to cry.

“Now, everyone!” Esme announced, sweeping out her arm in a grand gesture. “This procedure is fairly new! Doctors agree that almost all problems in the body begin at the brain, so a cranioectomy resolves to remove the brain entirely by surgically removing the head from the body!”

Klaus trembled a little, and Lilac slowly let go of him, moving over to the machine that was strapped to Violet’s mask. She knelt down, looking for the off switch.

“Now, of course, there’s a small chance this could kill our patient.” Esme said, leaning slightly on the table that Violet laid on. “But it won’t be a huge loss, I assure you. This ugly little girl had no interesting life ahead of her, and she was quite rude anyway.”

The spectators oohed and ahhed, and as they did, Klaus whispered, “Sunny, what should we do?”

“Stall.” Sunny whispered back.

Klaus took a deep breath as Esme said, “So, Doctor. Get on with it! These people came for a show! So give them what they want!”

Klaus bit his lip, and then he looked from his unconscious sister to the knife in his hands. Then, slowly, he lifted it up.

“This is a knife.” he said.

“We know it’s a knife.” Esme rolled her eyes. “Now let’s see you use it!”

“W-well,” Klaus said, eyes darting around the room, “It’s important to discuss what tools are being used. And explain what’s happening. That’s what a real surgeon would do.”

Esme huffed. “I suppose.”

Lilac flipped a switch on the machine, and Klaus quickly shut his eyes and started quoting from a History of Knives he’d read once. “The knife is the oldest surgical tool in the world. Early knives have been found in Mayan tombs and Egyptian temples.”

As Lilac stood up, she thought she could see Violet move a little, and she quickly looked to the door. The table was on wheels, if they pushed it they might be able to get out before anyone could move.

“There are many different types of knives,” Klaus said, “Which I’m going to list for you right now. There’s the pen knife, the pocket knife, the butter knife-”

Lilac thought she head some kind of pounding from an overhead vent, and her eyes widened quite a bit.

“This is all very interesting,” Esme groaned, “But hurry up and cut off her head. We don’t have all day.”

“Um-” Klaus began.

“Wait!” Lilac said. “We haven’t done the proper paperwork!”

Klaus nodded quickly. “Yes. As we all know-”

“Cut off her head!”

That was when the Baudelaires’ bad luck increased, because the double doors opened, and in walked the two white-faced women, dressed as nurses.

“Shit.” Lilac said.

Esme’s eyes narrowed as she looked from the white-faced women- who were both staring at the Baudelaires in confusion- to the two disguised doctors beside her. And then she smiled, and Klaus knew very quickly that she’d figured it out.

“Well, well, well.” Esme said. “Dear beloved audience, what a shocking turn of events! These two people beside me are not doctors at all, but the Baudelaire Murderers.”

Esme started to walk towards Klaus, who instantly threw the knife to the ground, watching it slide across the stage and far away from them, not wanting Esme to take it from him and use it on Violet. But Esme didn’t even flinch, instead just grabbing Klaus’s coat. Lilac let out a cry and started forwards as Esme ripped it, and the audience gasped as it opened to reveal Sunny, strapped to Klaus’s chest and looking very cross. Lilac managed to grab Klaus’s arm and drag him back slightly, before taking off her surgical mask and coat and tossing them- no use using it now.

“Look!” Esme pointed. “The Baudelaire Murderers!”

“We’re not murderers!” Lilac shouted. “And we’re only here because you kidnapped our sister!”

“This is Esme Squalor!” Klaus said, removing the makeshift harness that held Sunny to him, letting her own onto the floor, “She’s working with Count Olaf-”

“Oh, please.” Esme said. “Count Olaf is dead. You killed him.”

“We didn’t kill anyone!” Klaus said. “And you’re trying to cut off Violet’s head!”

“Whaaat?”

Lilac let out a relieved cry, and Klaus and Sunny beamed as they turned to see Violet struggling to sit up, flicking her head so her hair fell out of her face. She still had the mask on, so her voice was muffled. Esme looked very displeased, and she ran to the machine, muttering something about knockout drugs.

“Violet!” Klaus cheered, running forwards and pulling the mask off her face. “Violet, are you okay?”

Violet blinked at him, and he realized how exhausted he looked. “Wha’s happening? Why’s Lilac’s hair weird?”

Lilac looked like she was going to cry. She picked up Sunny and placed her beside Violet, and Sunny hugged her sister’s arm, just as the doors opened once again. The Baudelaires looked up as Hal walked in.

“Heeeeeey.” Violet said, still looking confused.

“Hal!” Klaus smiled. “Hal, please, tell them we’re not criminals!”

But he realized then just how disappointed Hal looked. “Oh, but you are!” he said, and the siblings’ hearts sank as he held up the fake keyring. “I tried to enter the library of records today, only to find that you had stolen my keys and destroyed the library!”

“No!” Lilac said. “No, the library-”

“Yes, we stole your keys, and we’re sorry.” Klaus said. “But we had to get a file, and Esme Squalor destroyed it.”

“We’d be perfectly willing to help you clean up-” Lilac began.

“Clean up?” Hal said incredulously. “The library is on fire!”

“What?” Lilac screamed, just as the intercom came on.

“Attention, members of the hospital.” came Count Olaf’s voice. “The Library of Records is on fire, as begun by the Baudelaire orphans.”

“No!” Klaus said, as the audience gasped and started getting to their feet. “No, we’re right here!”

“Really?” Esme said, crossing her arms and smirking. “Where are the other two?”

“Oh, son of a-” Lilac began.

The speaker turned on again. “The fire in the library is spreading. I recommend you take your valuables and leave the hospital immediately.” said Olaf.

“Everyone!” Esme shouted. “Let’s capture the Baudelaire murderers! Dr Mattathias will know what to do with them!”

Lilac instantly ran behind the table, grabbing the edges. “Klaus, we’re going, now.” she said.

“Good plan.” Klaus nodded, running around to help her push the table.

But they only went a few feet before Hal ran forwards, grabbing the other end of the table.

“Hal, please.” Klaus said, as people were staring to move towards them.

“You destroyed my library!” Hal said.

At that, everyone jumped as they heard a BANG. The vent cover right above them burst off, and Nick jumped down, with Solitude clinging to his side and cheering.

This distracted Hal for long enough that Sunny, who decided now was not a good time to argue, could race forwards and bite onto Hal’s hands.

Hal screamed and jumped back, just as Nick, who barely managed to land on his feet, took off running towards his siblings and the door. Klaus grabbed his arm and dragged him as the children raced out of the operating theater.

They could hear people start to give chase, so they moved as fast as they could as they heard an alarm start to blare, alerting everyone of the fire. Nick didn’t say anything, just shutting his eyes and breathing hard as Klaus dragged him along, but Klaus said, “Okay, so, what possessed you to jump out of the vents?”

Soli shouted, “We heard Esme reveal you, so Nick thought we should jump out as a distraction!”

“That was a good idea,” Lilac said, “And you’re speaking very good English, Sol.”

Soli tilted her head. “We didn’t burn the library, though?”

“No, no,” Klaus said. “That was Olaf. Violet, are you okay?”

Violet only sat up a little. “Where are we?” she asked.  

Nick looked absolutely panicked. His fear was not helped by the sound of an angry group of people singing behind them.

“The hospital is burning down, It really is a shame! And the worst part is the Baudelaires Are totally to blame!”

“In there!” Sunny shouted, pointing at the storage closet they’d hidden in; the door was still swinging open.

Lilac gestured to the table, which was too big to fit through, and Sunny quickly bit onto the rope binding Violet to the table, breaking it in half. She bit the other, and Klaus and Nick helped Violet to her feet as Lilac picked up Sunny and shepherded them all into the closet. Before she went in, she kicked the table in the direction the voices were coming from, hoping it’d hit someone, and as soon as she got into the closet, she shut the door and pushed a table in front of it.

Nick had placed Solitude onto the ground and now held Violet by the shoulders, shaking her slightly as he shouted. “What did they do to you, Vi? Vi, what did they do?”

Violet barely even looked bothered; she just stared at him, numb. “I… Nick?”

“Violet, please,” Nick’s voice broke. “Please, what did they do?”

“She only just knocked off the anesthesia, she’ll be a little disoriented.” Klaus said, but Lilac didn’t listen to him either, instead putting Sunny onto a chair and running to Violet, too.

“I’m sorry…” Violet said quietly, sounding like she was only half-paying attention. “They took the film… Olaf took the film, I should’ve-”

“Violet!” she said, grabbing her arms. “Vi, why would you do that?”

Violet blinked, as Nick let go of her shoulders and started checking her over for injuries. “What?”

“Why would you give yourself up?” Lilac said, tears springing to her eyes. “You should’ve hidden! You should’ve been safe, why would you do that?”

Violet just stared at her, still looking drowsy. “I… you’re my sister.” she just said. “I love you.”

Lilac cried some more. “But I have to protect you, Vi!”

“You’re my sister.” Violet repeated.

“It should’ve been me.” Lilac said, hugging Violet tight. “It should’ve been me, then you all could’ve just run-”

“No!” Klaus shouted, causing Lilac to jump. “No, we would never have!” His siblings turned to him in surprise, seeing his shocked and determined face. “Lilac, you’re not less important than Violet! We would’ve come back for you, too, and don’t you ever think otherwise!”

Lilac pulled away from Violet. “Klaus-”

“None of us are trading ourselves in for another.” Klaus said, grabbing Nick’s shaking hand. “We’re not splitting up again, ever. Okay? Olaf’s not going to get any of us again.”

Before anyone could respond, they heard a pounding on the door. “Shit!” Sunny shouted.

“They found us.” Solitude added.

“We need to get out of here.” Lilac said, wiping her eyes on her sleeve and running to the window. “We could get out this way, but we’re about thirty or forty feet up.”

“Is the hospital really on fire?” Klaus asked.

Lilac glanced to the side. “If that smoke is any indication.”

“We need a rope.” Klaus said. “We could climb down.”

“Not gonna-” Nick took a deep breath. “Not gonna happen. It’ll take too long, and… and Violet…”

Lilac ran to Violet, grabbing her hands. “Vi, sweetie, have you got any ideas?”

Violet narrowed her eyes. “I…” she said drowsily. She reached up, feeling her hair. “I can’t think, I…” she reached for her pocket, only to find she didn’t have one. “I don’t have my ribbon… I… what am I wearing?”

Lilac ripped her ribbon out from her dress as someone pounded on the door. “Can you use this?”

“I…” Violet reached out, touching it. “Maybe? It’s not…”

Sunny reached into a box on the floor, pulling out another doctor’s coat. She bit into the sleeve, ripping a strip out, and then she ran over, holding it out for Violet. “Ribbon!” she said.

Violet picked it up, and then nodded, trying to tie back her hair. “Th-thanks, Sun.”

Lilac tied up her own hair, turning back towards the window and trying to stop crying. Violet glanced to the side, and then said, “Are those rubber bands?”

“Yeah.” Klaus nodded, pulling the boxes down. “They’re huge.”

“We can tie them together.” Violet said, still trying to blink away her tiredness. “Bungee jump.”

“Sounds good.” said Lilac, running forwards and grabbing rubber bands. “Klaus, help me tie. Nick, watch Violet. Girls, come here.”

Soli and Sunny ran over as the door pounded again, and Klaus knelt by Lilac to start knotting. “Well, Nick,” he said, “You always wanted to bungee jump.”

Nick didn’t listen, instead looking over Violet again. “Vi!” he said. “Just tell me! What did they do to you?”

Violet narrowed her eyes, trying to think. “I… I remember… we left the library, I had… they put something over my mouth, it… it made me sleepy… I remember them putting me in…” he looked at the hospital gown and shuddered. “Nick, he put me in this… I kicked him and they strapped me to the table and made me sleepy again…”

Lilac looked up at her, tears streaming down her face, opening and closing her mouth to try and ask something, but her mind wasn’t letting her. She tried to keep tying with Klaus, and finally Nick grabbed Violet’s shoulders and said, “Vi. Vi, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“It’s…” Violet shook her head.

Nick glanced at the toddlers, who were busy tying knots, and then he asked quietly, “Vi, please, tell me, did they touch you?”

“I… no. I don’t think…”

“Did they hurt you?”

“I…” Violet shut her eyes, and then slowly nodded. Nick hugged Violet very tightly, as she tried to stop crying, to pay attention to what was going on, not to think about anything that had happened.

When Klaus and Lilac had finally tied together all the rubber bands, Lilac stood up, saying, “How long do you think this is?”

“Twenty feet?” Klaus guessed. “Not enough.”

“We’ll have to hope it’s enough.” Lilac said, starting to tie the end to the edge of the window. “Or that you suck at measurements.”

Nick slowly released Violet and picked up Solitude, and Klaus grabbed Sunny.

“Okay, so,” Lilac said. “You all jump out, I’ll-”

“No!” Klaus insisted, giving her a glare. “You heard what I said. No more splitting up.”

“I’m with Klaus.” Nick said shakily. “We go together or not at all.”

The Baudelaires looked to each other as the door pounded harder- someone must have been battering something against it. Then Lilac shut her eyes to stop her tears and nodded, holding out her hand for Violet. Violet grabbed it and Lilac pulled her into a tight embrace as their other siblings joined in.

Then Lilac tied the rubber bands around them, and said, “I love you.”

“Let’s go.” Nick said quietly.

“Not ready.” Solitude said, surprising Nick by shaking and leaning against him.

“If we wait until we’re ready,” Violet said quietly, “We’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.”

They jumped as they heard the door burst open, and they turned to see the Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender rushing in, followed by several Volunteers Fighting Disease.

“Jump!” Lilac shouted, and together, they all leapt out the window.

They fell for only a few seconds, but it felt much longer. They screamed and held onto each other as they saw smoke rising out of the hospital, felt heat on their backs, and heard the screams of people below them, running out to the safety of the lawn.

And then they stopped falling, bouncing slightly, only a few inches from the ground.

“Oh, thank fuck.” Klaus said, as Sunny leaned over and bit the cord, sending them all the way to the dirt path.

“We have to get out of here.” Lilac said, putting an arm around Violet. “We’ll hotwire a car-”

Nick’s eyes widened and, wordlessly, he pushed his siblings behind a bush. They ducked down, and looked over to see Olaf’s car in the parking lot. Olaf was waiting outside, dressed as a doctor and looking very cross. “Everyone get in!” he shouted. “We’re leaving!”

Nick started to tremble, grabbing onto Lilac’s arm, and then Violet whispered, “We have to go with him.”

“Excuse me?” Lilac said, shocked.

Violet shut her eyes. “We don’t know where we’re going or what we’re doing. He does. Wherever he goes, we’ll find VFD.”

“Violet-” Klaus began.

“He took our only clue.” Violet said. “Our only clue to if one of our parents is alive.”

They fell silent, watching as Olaf got into his car. The trunk was still slightly open. “We could fit in that.” Lilac ceded. “If we squish. But we can’t go with him!”

“We can’t just wander the Hinterlands, hoping answers will come to us.” Klaus said, grabbing Violet’s hand. “I’m with Vi. We need to solve this.”

Nick leaned against Lilac, still shaking a little, and finally, she nodded.

“We’ll need to run.” she said. “Me and Vi’ll go in first, then the rest of you, put the toddlers on top.”

They nodded, and Nick clung harder onto her arm as they took off running, hoping the crowd that evacuated the hospital didn’t notice them. Lilac reached the trunk first, throwing it open more as Klaus helped Violet in.

They could hear the henchpeople talking as they started climbing inside. “But we can’t leave you-know-who!”

“They didn’t come out in time, it’s not our fault.” Olaf growled.

“This is horrible.” Esme whined, and Nick shook as he climbed in, squeezing beside Lilac. “The sugar bowl was supposed to be here, but it wasn’t anywhere! We were supposed to get one of those brats, but they got out again!”

“It’s worse than that.” Olaf said, as Klaus climbed in and Solitude settled inbetween Lilac and Nick.

“How could it possibly be worse?”

“I saw part of that film before the projector caught fire.” Olaf growled, as Violet sat up to pull the trunk shut, thankful there were several holes in it they could breathe through. “One of the Baudelaire parents may still be alive.”

When they shut the trunk, they couldn’t hear any more, both because of the muted noise and because Olaf started to drive the car away.

And also because suddenly Nick started to shake, eyes going wide, and he said, “No.”

“Nick? Are you okay?” Violet asked, barely able to see him over Klaus and Sunny.

“Nick?” Solitude looked up.

“No.” Nick muttered, suddenly breathing very fast. “I have to get out.”

“Nick, no, the car’s already moving-” Lilac began.

“I have to get out!” Nick didn’t seem to hear her. “We have to get out! Let me out!”

“Nick, no!” Lilac shouted, as he made a jump for the trunk lid.

“Nick!” Klaus grabbed onto his brother, pulling him back down.

That was apparently a bad idea, as Nick started screaming and thrashing around, trying to break his twin’s grip. “No! Let go! Don’t touch me! Let me out!”

“Nick, please, they’re gonna hear us!” Violet pleaded, as Sunny put her hands over her ears and Solitude started to cry.

“Let me out! Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Let me out!”

Lilac jumped forwards and shoved her hand over Nick’s mouth, apologizing as much as she could. Nick still didn’t seem to hear her, instead moving harder, kicking and trying to bite her hand as Klaus struggled to hold him down. Solitude managed to scoot away slightly, still crying, and Lilac said, “I’m sorry! Nick, you have to be quiet!”

Nick kept kicking and trying to scream, desperately trying to push away from his siblings. And then, after a minute, he collapsed, all his fight completely going out of him. He stopped screaming, only moving just enough to breathe, and then he started to cry. His siblings stared at him, horrified, and then Lilac slowly moved her hand from his mouth, and Klaus released him. He didn’t even seem to notice; he just curled up as best he could, burying his face in his hands and sobbing.

Slowly, Solitude crept back and leaned against him, and Babbitt leapt from her shoulder to his, chirping a little. Lilac carefully put her arm around him, letting him cry into her shoulder, and then Klaus hugged him, and Sunny and Violet crawled over and tried to reach far enough to put their hands on him, to let him know they were there.

And as they laid in Olaf’s trunk for a very long time, all they could do was hold each other and hope for the best.

[magpiemi]

✧･ﾟ*  HOOKED ON A FEELING  *･ﾟ✧

i always think of you before i fall asleep, the words you said, the way you looked. the things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. and when i dream, i’ll dream of you. because it’s about you. it’s always about you. 

one, midnight.

i. LEAVE A LIGHT ON ( ACOUSTIC ) / TOM WALKER

tell me what's been happening, what's been on your mind. lately you've been searching for a darker place to hide, that's alright. but if you carry on abusing, you'll be robbed from us. I refuse to lose another friend to drugs. just come home, don't let go. 

( 💌 ) please. I know I’ve sent over twenty texts but please... just reply. please let me know you’re okay. your grandma said you weren’t home. where are you? come home. come to mine. come to me. please.                 DELIVERED 2:33 AM ✔️

ii. BLACKOUT / FREYA RIDINGS

if you would've just let me in, who knows what could've been? they tell me to forget, but I don't want to. your face is all I seem to see. how can I blackout you?

( 💌 ) I can’t stop worrying about you                 SAVE TO DRAFTS? NO ( 💌 ) let me in. I know you’re home, I can see your light on. you don’t have to do this alone. I’m always here. let me take care of you.                CAS IS TYPING...

iii. HUMAN / DODIE FEAT. TOM WALKER 

I want to give you your grin. so tell me you can't bear a room that I'm not in. paint me in trust, I'll be your best friend. call me the one. this night just can't end. 

( 📞 ) “you can’t call me your best friend for the first time over text, asshole! I want to hear you say it out lo—”                DISCONNECTED ❌

iv. LET YOU LOVE ME ( ACOUSTIC ) / RITA ORA 

I should've stayed with you last night instead of going out to find trouble. that's just trouble (yeah). I think I run away sometimes, whenever I get too vulnerable. that's not your fault. 

( 💌 ) are you pushing me away? am I too annoying? don’t you want to spend time with me anymore? why do you always stand me up...                SAVE TO DRAFTS? NO 

v. SOS ( ACOUSTIC ) / COREY GRAY 

can you hear me? s.o.s. help me put my mind to rest. 

( 📞 ) “just talk to me, cas. keep talking to me while I come to you. don’t disappear on me or I swear to god...”                ACCEPT VIDEO CALL? YES 

two, dawn.

i. ONE / LEWIS CAPALDI 

you don't know what you got till it's gone, know when it's right till it's wrong. in search of perfect when you had it with you all along. you broke her heart down with ease. now I'm pickin' up every piece. you must be so hard to please. 

( 💌 ) I’m so glad I told you about everything — about seulgi, about my dad, about how I felt. you always seem to have the right words to make everything better. I always thought he loved me and even when I didn’t, a part of me still couldn’t accept it. you have no idea how much it meant to hear it from someone else. from you. thank you. goodnight, cas. sleep well ❤️                DELIVERED 1:56 AM ✔️

ii. DON’T DESERVE YOU / PLUMB 

I don't deserve your love, but you give it to me anyway. can't get enough, you're everything I need. and when I walk away, take off running and come right after me. it's what you do, and I don't deserve you. 

( 📞 ) “sounds like a shitty day... wanna get pizza and watch a movie? today doesn’t have to be all bad, you know. what do you want? I’ll order while you ride over here. safely. don’t you dare go fast or get distracted.”                  CALL DURATION: 23 MINUTES

iii. BROKEN / JESS GLYNNE

you always have the words that never let me down, let me down. always make me laugh somehow. you tell me don't worry when I've done wrong. it's something that I'll never know; how you can love someone so broken, so right? 'cause all I ever wanted was a little bit of paradise.

( 📞 ) “you know you’re not as bad as you seem to think you are, right? you think I don’t know you help the elderly cross the street and I bet you even save kittens, too. you can’t fool me. don’t give me none of this ‘bad to be around’ shit; we’ve been over this, cas. I’m right beside you, no matter what.”                 VIDEO CALL DURATION: 1 HOUR, 6 MINUTES

iv. HERE WITH ME ( ACOUSTIC ) / DANIEL ROBINSON

can I tell you something just between you and me? when I hear your voice, I know I'm finally free. every single word is perfect as it can be and I need you here with me. when you lift me up, I know that I'll never fall. I can speak to you by saying nothing at all. every single time, I find it harder to breathe, 'cause I need you here with me. 

( 💌 ) are you busy? can you call me? I’m sorry I’m a pain. I had a nightmare... don’t come over. it’s too late and too far, but... I need you.                BIG BIRD IS CALLING... 📞

v. INTERTWINED / DODIE 

skin, heat, hair in your mouth. feet touching feet. oh, you and I, safe from the world, though the world will try. oh, I'm afraid of the things in my brain, but we can stay here and laugh away the fear. 

( 💌 ) when you’re with me, I feel like I can take on the world.                 BAD BOI IS TYPING... 

vi. SAY YOU WON’T LET GO / CHLARA

I met you in the dark, you lit me up. you made me feel as though I was enough. we danced the night away, we drank too much. I held your hair back when you were throwing up.

( 📞 ) “hey. this is... a voicemail. you’re asleep in the next room but I want you to hear this when you wake up before you think about leaving or... feeling bad. I’d do this a million times over to know you’re safe. the only hard part of this for me is seeing the sadness in your eyes but the joy when it’s all over... it’s so worth it. so don’t you dare worry about me. you’re everything I need. I hope you slept well. your snores give me the impression that you are, but... heh. see you soon.”                 DISCONNECTED ❌

vii. WALK IN THE SUN / MCFLY 

I wonder what it's like to fly so high, or to breathe under the sea. I wonder if some day I'll be good with goodbyes. but I'll be okay if you come along with me. 

( 💌 ) if you went away, would you take me with you?                 L(OSER)OML IS CALLING... 📞

viii. TIGHTROPE / MICHELLE WILLIAMS 

hand in my hand and we promised to never let go. we're walking the tightrope. high in the sky, we can see the whole world down below. we're walking the tightrope. never sure, never know how far we could fall. but it's all an adventure that comes with a breathtaking view. walking the tightrope. 

( 💌 ) are you doing it? are you looking at the stars? aren’t they pretty? next time we can’t sleep, we should go out on your bike somewhere quiet and watch the stars. is that okay? is it too much?                DELIVERED 2:07 AM ✔️

ix. DON’T BE SO HARD ON YOURSELF / NATALIE & BEN WOODWARD

don't be so hard on yourself, no. learn to forgive, learn to let go. everyone trips, everyone falls. so don't be so hard on yourself, no. 

( 📞 ) “you always tell me all the shit I went through wasn’t my fault, so when are you going to see that yours wasn’t your fault either? what happened with your family... that’s not on you, cas. just like mine. we both have to learn to be kinder to ourselves. you taught me that.”                 CALL DURATION: 1 HOUR, 37 MINUTES 

x. HERE COMES THE SUN / JACOB COLLIER FEAT. DODIE

little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting. little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear. here comes the sun. here comes the sun, and I say it's all right. 

( 💌 ) my heart skips a beat when you call me sunshine.                SAVE TO DRAFTS? YES

three, daylight.

i. WOULD YOU BE SO KIND / DODIE 

oh would you be so kind, as to fall in love with me, you see, I'm trying. I know you know that I like you, but that's not enough. so if you will, please fall in love. I think it's only fair, there's gotta be some butterflies somewhere. wanna share? 'cause I like you, but that's not enough. so if you will, please fall in love with me.

( 💌 ) when are you going to fall in love with me, huh? asshole...                 DELIVERED 7:18 PM ✔️                PHONE SHUTTING DOWN... ARE YOU SURE? YES 

ii. KISS ME ( LIVE ACOUSTIC ) / THE MACARONS PROJECT 

kiss me out of the bearded barley. nightly, beside the green, green grass. swing, swing, swing the spinning step. you'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress. 

( 📞 ) “did you really mean it? about my first kiss? you’re sure it’s not weird that I haven’t had it yet? isn’t it corny wanting to wait for the right guy?”                ACCEPT VIDEO CALL? YES 

iii. I DON’T CARE ( ACOUSTIC ) / ED SHEERAN 

'cause I don't care when I'm with my baby, yeah. all the bad things disappear and you're making me feel like maybe I am somebody. I can deal with the bad nights when I'm with my baby, yeah. 

( 📞 ) “well, of course I make you happy. I’m me. but... hearing it makes me happy, too. I was always so trapped, but you make me feel free. it’s good to know that you feel the same.”                CALL DURATION: 57 MINUTES

iv. NEVER SEEN ANYTHING “QUITE LIKE YOU” ( ACOUSTIC ) / THE SCRIPT 

when it's right it's more than right, ‘cause you feel it more than feel. I could take this moment now right into the grave with me. 

( 💌 ) I know we did... basically nothing all day but... today was perfect. more than perfect. thank you ❤️               SWEETER THAN HONEY IS CALLING... 📞

v. ALL MY LOVE / GEORGE EZRA

all my love is yours. all my time is ours. all my reckless dreams and all my restless hours. no matter where you go, baby, I'll be there. no matter where you go, baby, I'll be there, I'll be there.

( 💌 ) so about that summer wedding...                BEACH BABE IS TYPING...

vi. I REALLY LIKE YOU / CARLY RAE JEPSEN

who gave you eyes like that, said you could keep them? I don’t know how to act or if I should be leavin'. I'm running outta time, going outta my mind. I need to tell you something, yeah, I need to tell you something, yeah. I really really really really really really like you, and I want you, do you want me, do you want me too?

( 💌 ) I really!!! like you!!! really like!!! I want to marry you one day kind of like!!! and I don’t know how much longer I can hold it in!!!!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! please kill or kiss me!!! I don’t mind either way!!!!!!!!                SAVE TO DRAFTS? YES

vii. I BELIEVE / JONAS BROTHERS

every night, every day, how about every lifetime? yeah, I know what they say, and that's fine. 'cause I'm here to stay through the good and the bad times. babe, you send me to space and you're mine, yeah. 

( 📞 ) “you and me? forever? you’re sure? you know that means you’re stuck with me, right? no matter what? you definitely want that?”                 CALL DURATION: 2 HOURS, 14 MINUTES

viii. ALL ABOUT YOU / MCFLY 

yesterday you asked me something I thought you knew. so I told you with a smile its all about you. then you whispered in my ear and you told me, too. said you made my life worthwhile, it’s all about you. 

( 📞 ) “why are you laughing? it’s just a question! what if you have other girls you want to spend time with! I m-mean— other friends!”                ACCEPT VIDEO CALL? YES 

ix. ANYWHERE WITH YOU IS HOME / KHS, SAM TSUI & ALYSON STONER 

oh and I'll go wherever the wind blows, just as long as you are by my side. and I'll be wherever this road leads, just as long as you are here tonight. anywhere with you is home.

( 💌 ) you would? you’d take me with you? just say the word. where do you want to go first?                 MR WORLDWIDE 🌍 IS TYPING... 

x. ABSOLUTELY SMITTEN / DODIE 

did you just whisper in her ear? words she only dreamed to hear? pretty lady, look at how he's smiling, I think he likes you! and it's too late, you believe in fate, you're absolutely smitten, you'll never let her go.

( 📞 ) “yeah, I’m smitten with you. so what? it’s not like you can blame me. hang on, someone’s at the door... who’s knocking at this time of ni— cas?”                DISCONNECTED ❌

[chmergess4ever]

The Chmerkovskiy’s (Part 6)

Hi Guys! Sorry it’s been a while i’ve just been super busy. However, I’m starting to get back into the swing of things so more stories should start coming. Here is the next part of The Chmerkovskiy’s. Unfortunately, there is no chmergatroyd in this chapter, because I just didn’t see it fitting but they will be in the next chapter. The next part of Helium will come next! Hopefully tomorrow. I hope you enjoy this. Please let me know what you think of this part! Thanks for the support. 

“5 minutes, people. 5 minutes.” The executive producer of the show was making rounds counting down until the show.

“Ok, V. I got to go.” Sharna was facetiming with him before the show.

He sighed, “Nooooo. Stay.”

“I can’t!! But I’ll see you really soon. You’re still coming this weekend right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Sharna smiled, “Love you, babe.”

“Love you too.”

She blew him a kiss and ended the call before putting her phone in her bag and making her way to get in place.

It had been three weeks since she’d seen him and you could easily tell of both sides. They talked more and more often each passing day, showing that they really couldn’t stand to be apart from each other. Val was coming to the tour this weekend as they were finally going to be in Radio City. For tonight they were at the Mohegan Sun in connecticut. They always loved the audience there, they were always so energetic and really seemed to love the show.

It went great, the audience was awesome as usual, and the meet and greet was great as well. They all made their way back to their dressing rooms to get changed and gather their stuff before heading out to the buses. They never waited for each other, just did their things, talked to the fans and then all met on the bus.

One by one they dwindled out, but Sharna was still in the room opening her gifts and taking her makeup off. Soon, she was the only one left in the room.

Artem and Alan made their way out to the buses together and as soon as they opened the doors from the buildings people started screaming. They began making their way down the line.

Sharna heard someone approach in the doorway behind her but didn’t think anything of it as they always came in and out multiple times.

Alan and Artem started taking photos with fans and signing autographs. Everyone was freaking out so the energy wanted to make them stay outside.

“Hey Shar.” He leaned in the doorway with a sly grin on his face.

Sharna turned around sharply when she recognized his voice. “Paul.” She gasped.

He closed in on her, but not normally, he was being shady and she felt her pulse raise. “How have you been doing?”

“What are you doing?” He kept walking towards her, “Just checking in, ya know, to see how you are?”

“I’m ok.” She whispered, scared what would come if she didn’t answer.

At this point, he was inches away from her and still getting closer, “And Val?” “He’s fine.”

“Treating you ok?” Paul brushed a loose.

“Stop it.” She swatted is hand away.

“Oh being frisky.” He put his hand on her cheek and stroked it with his thumb, closing in the gap between him. “I’m so much better for you than him, Shar. In every regard. I’m better.”

“Paul, you’re scaring me.” She tried to push away his hand again but this time, he resisted.

Alan and Artem continued making their way down the line. They approached one girl and her friends who took pictures with them and then she asked them, “Do you guys know where Sharna is? She still didn’t come out.”

“Um.” Alan paused and looked at Artem. “Actually I don’t.”

“She should be out by now. It never takes us this long.” Artem whispered to Alan.

“Come on.” The two guys started walking back to the doors.

“Alan?” The girl called.

“We’re going to check!” He called behind him.

“Come on Sharna, what does he have that I don’t?”

“I love him.”

“But you should love me. Love me, Sharna. I swear you’ll forget about him in two seconds.” He started closing in the gap between them, there was nothing she could do. His lips were millimeters apart from hers when he was stripped from her. Sharna sighed heavily. Artem pushed him up against the wall and held him by his collar, showing him into the wall further. He punched him straight across his face. “That’s for Sharna. Asshole.” Artem let him go as he went to grab Sharna. But Alan had him right up against the wall and punched him across the same face, “And that’s for Val.” He then moved to stand by Sharna and Artem.

“Fuck Val. Fuck Sharna. Fuck you.”

“Fuck you, Paul. Get the fuck out of here.” Artem yelled at him.

“You’ll regret this, Sharna.” He spoke aloud as he walked out the room.

Sharna began crying and leaned into Artem sobbing, he brushed down her hair repeatedly, “It’s over. He’s gone. He gone.” Artem hugged her and swayed back and forth. “He’s not going to hurt you.” Alan moved closer to her and rubbed her back. “We got you. No one is going to hurt you.”

The rest of the night seemed like a blur, the fans had gotten tired of waiting and were cleared out by the time they took her to get on the bus. She plopped down on the couch and as soon as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep. Everyone on the bus had gotten word of what happened and they were ready to comfort her in whatever capacity she needed. She woke up an hour later to the phone ringing and felt immediate relief seeing who it was.

“Hi.”

“Hi, my love.”

“I miss you.” Sharna felt a tear roll down her face.

“I miss you too. What happened tonight? I saw on twitter that you didn’t meet people by the buses.”

“Yea, I just wasn’t in the mood tonight.”

“You’re never not in the mood.”

“Yea, I don’t know. Just wasn’t feeling it.”

“Ok, whatever you say.” “This weekend can’t come fast enough, Val.”

“I know, baby. I know.”

“Listen, the girls are about to watch a movie and I’m going to join them. So I’ll text you later, ok?” She needed any excuse to get off the phone with him because she knew she was about to start hysterical crying.

“Ok. Love you.”

“You too.”

She didn’t really know why she hadn’t told him. She supposed it was just because she didn’t want to start trouble. But she felt guilty. Really guilty. She’d find a way to tell him, it just needed to be the right time.

The days went slowly, way slower than she wanted. She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened and what could have happened if Artem and Alan hadn’t come back to find her but thank goodness it was finally friday and she was going to see Val that night. She literally couldn’t wait. To kiss him, to hug him, to hold him. Sharna had asked Lindsay to go into the meet and greet booth that night so she could see him when he arrived. About 45 minutes till the show there was a knock on the dressing room door. Artem opened it and everyone yelled and gave him hugs as he walked in. Sharna stood in the back of the room and waited for him to make his way to her. She could feel her heartbeat rise as he got closer. After he was done with everyone else he slowly started walking towards her. “Hi.” “Hi.” He reached her and grasped the side of her face angling in up so he could kiss her. People cheered and one of the girls aw-ed. After the kiss, he pulled her into him hugging her as they swayed back and forth. Sharna started crying and his held her closer to him, “Don’t cry, babe. I’m here. We’re together again.”

The show few by, she couldn’t wait to the spend the weekend with them and the next two days that they had off. He walked out of the venue with her and they greeted fans together, who were super excited to see them together. When they were done he wrapped his arm around her waist and they walked on the bus together. They sat down on the couch together and everyone found their own respective spaces around them. The group had agreed upon going out to dinner at the hotel before separating for the night.

When they arrived, they all walked into the restaurant and requested a table that could seat all of them. They all go drinks and Artem raised a toast, “To a successful rest of your, great times with great people and to Val. So glad you could join us, buddy.” They all clinked glasses.

“I’m happy I’m here too.” He rested his hand on Sharna’s thigh under the table.

The dinner was pleasant. They told Val all about tours and the guys even shared stories that he would find funny but the girls definitely wouldn’t.

Val laughed in response to one of the stories, “I swear. I sometimes don’t understand how they have such good security that no one gets in.”

“Yea, it’s incredible. Only the one time but from there it’s been A+”

Sharna dropped her fork and started shaking her head “no” at Gleb who was talking.

Val put down his glass, “What do you mean, “Just the one.”?”

Sharna continued shaking her head but Val couldn’t take the signal, “Ya know? With Shar?” He said as if Val was acting clueless.

Val turned to Sharna, “Babe, what is he talking about?”

“Um” Sharna brushed her hair behind her ear. “Can we just talk about it later?”

“No. I want to talk about it now.” Everyone went silent and Val looked around, “Guys. Does someone want to tell me what’s going on?”

Everyone was silent, “Alan?” Val asked.

Alan looked at Sharna who looked broken, and then he looked at Val who looked concerned, “Paul made a visit to Sharna the other day.”

Val faced turned red and he turned back to his girlfriend, “What?”

“I’m sorry.”

Val threw his napkin down on the table and got up pushing his chair in behind him.

“Val.” She called after him. She got up and followed him.

“Whoops.” Gleb said as he set down his glass.

“Val, stop. Where are you going?” She followed him into their hotel room. “Val!”

“What? What do you want me to say?”

“I just want you to talk to me, babe.”

“How could you not tell me? Everyone down there knows, and I don’t even know what happened. You didn’t tell me anything.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you, Val.” She was yelling back at him now. “What was I supposed to say, “Hey Babe. My ex just tried to assault me after the show tonight” How the hell would you have taken that?”

“He tried to assault you?” Val lowered his voice.

“I don’t even want to know what would have happened if Artem and Alan hadn’t found me. He was drunk and he was telling me to love him, and I would forget all about you.”

“Fuck!!!” Val hit the wall. “Shit.” He sharply turned around and looked at her, “I don’t mean to yell at you Sharna. I just don’t understand how I’m supposed to protect you if you don’t tell me things.”  

“I just didn’t want to hurt you.”

“So you hurt yourself instead? I can’t imagine how you have been feeling.”

“I’ve been dealing.”

“I don’t want you to deal. I want you to be happy. All the time. I fucking love you so much, Sharna. Nothing can happen to you.”

“I love you too, Val. More than anything in the world. I wouldn’t not tell you to keep something from you. Just out fear of you getting hurt.”

“I’m sorry. I have never felt this kind of love before. And it scares me. It scares the fuck out of me.”

“It scares me too. But we’re in this together for the long haul.”

“For the long haul.” He repeated as he walked over to her and hugged her. He looked down at her. “That guy has it coming to him. No one lays a hand on you and gets away with it. I wanna know the whole story.” 

[gotta-save-your-ass-for-a-change]

Let's Freefall and See Where We Land

Title: Let’s Freefall and See Where We Land Fandom: Shameless, Mickey/Ian Rating: M Summary: Mickey makes some confessions that leave Ian wanting more from their relationship. Set during 2x02. Extension of the dugout scene. Notes: Random. I don’t know where this came from. It just happened. Inspired by Ed Sheeran’s “Where We Land.”

Also, totally unrelated, but I am still working on Who Would Have Thought? I’ve just been bad lately, and I keep working on later chapters instead of the one that needs to come next.

Ao3 Link

Treat me beneath this clear night sky And I will lie with you I start to feel those butterflies When I’m next to you

Tell me your secrets Give me a friend Let all the good times flood in

Do I love you? Do I hate you? I can’t make up my mind So let’s freefall See where we land

“Thanks for coming to see me,” Mickey murmurs out as he lays in the grass beside Ian, his hands tucked up under his head. At some point Mickey doesn’t quite remember, they’d moved from the shelter of the dugout into the open space just beyond. They’re laying together atop the cool grass, the haze of arousal finally slipping away, and they’re left just the two of them, talking like it’s something they do. Like they’re more than just fuck buddies. And Mickey knows, in the back of his mind that he shouldn’t be saying this. Shouldn’t even be here. He should be walking away, leaving Ian behind until the next time the want gets to be too much. But Mickey can’t seem to bring himself to go, and for some reason, his mouth is betraying him and he’s spilling secrets he’s not sure he’s even admitted to himself. Part of him hopes Ian hadn’t heard.

“What?” Ian asks, unsure and timid as his eyes turn to Mickey. Mickey avoids, and Ian thinks that might say more than Mickey’s words ever could.

After a moment of silence, Mickey shrugs like it doesn’t matter, but continues, eyes still avoiding Ian’s. “My family didn’t even come out. Not even Mandy. And I get it. I do,” Mickey admits, but there’s hurt in his voice, and Ian hears it clear as day. “It was my own bullshit. They don’t own me anything. But it was lonely, all those months. Meant a lot that you showed.”

Mickey’s words drop into a near whisper, but in the quiet of the night, Ian hears. Carefully, afraid of scaring Mickey back into his shell, Ian shifts onto his side so he’s facing Mickey, his body close, and he rests a hand just beside Mickey’s elbow—close enough that Mickey must know he’s there, but not actually touching.

“I missed you,” Ian offers quietly. He’s trying not to scare Mickey off, but he wants Mickey to know. “Hated that you were in there—especially because of me. Hated not being able to see you or touch you. I know—fuck, Mickey, I know this can’t be more, but being with you—it’s fucking intoxicating.”

Mickey huffs out a little laugh at that, tipping his gaze so he can meet Ian’s and grinning at the soft little smile the redhead wears. Mickey knows he should run. Stop talking. Something. But he can’t. Mickey just hopes he can blame it on the sex-high he’s still running if Ian ever brings it up again.

For a moment, he’s quiet, but Mickey catches Ian’s eye and finds his words again. “I know I’m kind of a shitty person,” he admits, and Ian shakes his head just enough to be barely noticeable and ghosts gentle fingers over the skin of Mickey’s elbow, grounding and comforting, but not enough to scare Mickey off, so Mickey keeps going, a tremble in his voice. “And I don’t know why you give a shit, but I’m glad you do.”

For a minute, Ian’s silent, fingers tickling over Mickey’s skin, trying to build the courage to ask the question that’s been whispering in the back of his mind since their first time together turned into more. Finally, he pushes the words past his lips with a worried lilt to his tone. “Do you think you’ll ever let me kiss you?”

“Ian—” Mickey warns, as he pulls his arm away from Ian’s fingers to straighten it at his side. There’s no anger behind the move, and Mickey doesn’t pull any further away, not really, at least, but it’s clear he’s putting a stop to the touch, and Ian worries this line of questioning might be too much.

“It’s not—I mean, it’s okay if your answer’s no,” Ian tries, averting his eyes from Mickey’s gaze. “I just wonder sometimes, you know?”

“That shit’s a lot, Ian,” Mickey admits finally, eyes seeking Ian’s after a long silence that leaves Ian nervous. “It means something more than I think I’ll ever be able to give you. And you deserve that. But I don’t think I can offer it.”

Ian nods slowly, face pensive. Finally, he meets Mickey’s eyes again and whispers quietly, “Do you want to?”

“Kiss you?” Mickey asks, fingers drumming nervously on the ground beside them.

Ian shrugs, picking at a loose thread on his shirt. “Kiss me. All of it, maybe? I don’t know.”

Mickey nods a little, and it’s not an answer, just a confirmation that he understands Ian’s question. He’s quiet, not really sure what to say. When Ian finally looks to him expectantly, though, Mickey gives in and offers as much honesty as he can. “Sometimes I think I do,” he admits, refusing to meet Ian’s eyes. “But I can’t have that. Not with the life I’m in. It doesn’t matter what I want.”

Ian’s silent for a moment. He watches Mickey closely, reaches gentle fingers out to brush Mickey’s wrist. “I wish I could take you away from it all,” Ian whispers out, and Mickey meets Ian’s eyes at the confession. For a moment, Ian swears he sees Mickey’s eyes glisten, and his suspicion is confirmed when Mickey shakes his head as he presses his palms against his eyes to stop the emotion that threatens.

“You can’t,” Mickey insists when he pulls himself together. “And you deserve more than me. You’ve got a shot, man. At making something of yourself. Being someone. I’m fucked for life. I’ll never be able to have more than this, now. What we have—it keeps me going, Ian. But you deserve more.”

Ian doesn’t know what to say to that, so instead, he shifts onto his back again, eyes avoiding Mickey’s. Mickey’s wrong, Ian thinks, because there is no one better than Mickey, not for Ian. Even if Mickey doesn’t believe it. They fall into silence again, and it’s not exactly comfortable, but Ian can’t help but savor the time he has with Mickey. Feels like Mickey might not always be there, even if Ian’s sure it’s what they both want.

But Ian won’t push, so he stays quiet, and closes his eyes against the heat of the night, fingers folded on his chest. He stays that way for a bit. Ian’s not sure how long, but it feels like forever with Mickey beside him, silent except for his even breathing.

After long moments, though, Ian feels Mickey shift beside him. Hears the rustling of the grass, feels the heat of Mickey’s breath at his neck. Ian keeps his eyes shut for fear that opening them might scare Mickey away, and that’s the last thing Ian wants to do.

Mickey’s fingers ghost over Ian’s skin, dragging down to the waist of Ian’s jeans before sliding up under the t-shirt Ian wears. With soft hands, Mickey draws patterns on the skin of Ian’s abs for a moment before drawing the material up Ian’s body. The move forces Ian to open his eyes, Mickey’s fingers urging him up just a bit so Mickey can rid him of the material that stands between them.

Ian gasps when Mickey renews his efforts, Ian’s skin suddenly open and bare for Mickey’s eyes as Mickey presses his mouth close to Ian’s ear, breathing Ian in and letting his lips skim over Ian’s skin. “I wanna taste you,” Mickey breathes out, the confidence in his tone colored by a tiny tremble Ian knows he wasn’t supposed to hear. Ian squeezes his eyes shut at that, his breath speeding as he tries to keep himself under control. Mickey’s lips press against the skin just below Ian’s ear, trailing along Ian’s jaw and down the curve of his neck, and Ian’s already a fucking mess. Can’t process the pleasure he’s feeling and the openness Mickey’s showing him. So instead, he sinks his fingers into Mickey’s hair and he stays quiet, lets Mickey take and give as he pleases and hopes he won’t scare Mickey off before they’ve had time to savor this new softness they’ve never shared before.

This is the first time Mickey’s done this for Ian. Ian can feel Mickey’s lips trailing down his chest, pressing soft kisses into Ian’s skin. And Ian knows Mickey won’t actually kiss him, but this feels more intimate, like Mickey’s pressing promises he believes he’ll never be able to keep into Ian’s skin. And Ian knows then that this is more. That they’re more. But he won’t say it, won’t push. Because all he wants, here, in this moment, is to have Mickey, really and truly. And he thinks maybe he does because Mickey's mouth is gentle, his touch soft, and Ian feels like he might be flying.

Ian has never been more in love.

When Mickey’s fingers shed Ian of his jeans, Ian lets out a breath, a soft sigh as Mickey traces gentle patterns into the skin of Ian’s hips. Mickey’s working him up slowly, leaving Ian desperate for the feel of Mickey’s touch, and it’s so different from everything they’ve done before. Feels like Mickey’s trying to channel everything he feels into this.

When he has Ian undressed before him, Ian’s body laid bare, Mickey presses gentle kisses against the v of Ian’s hip, sucking a mark there that Ian knows won’t last, but that nonetheless makes Ian feel wanted in a way he’s not sure he ever has before. When Mickey stops, Ian lets out a stuttering breath and looks down to meet the other man’s eyes. The look Ian finds there is open, raw, like Mickey’s trying desperately to show Ian everything he can’t say.

When Ian meets his eyes, Mickey lets the corners of his mouth tip up in a tiny smile. “Hey,” Mickey whispers pressing another kiss to Ian’s skin and letting his fingers graze across the sensitive skin of Ian’s inner thigh. Ian smiles around the gasp he lets out as his fingers sink into Mickey’s hair. Mickey lets himself nuzzle into Ian’s touch for just a moment before he continues on a whispered breath, “This okay? Can I?”

“Fuck,” Ian mutters, blinking against the pleasure and throwing his head back as Mickey’s fingers wrap around him, stroking slow and gentle until Ian’s vision is swimming, and he’s not sure he has the capacity to answer. “Fuck. Yes,” he finally manages, pressing up into Mickey’s touch. It’s so different, having Mickey like this, savoring the moment and taking their time, Mickey so open and willing. Mickey’s sharing a part of himself that Ian’s never seen before, and it’s fucking intense the way he’s letting Ian in.

Mickey smiles up at Ian then, ghosting his lips over the tip of Ian’s erection before taking Ian in slowly, swallowing down as much of his lover as he can.

Ian can tell this is a first for Mickey, that Mickey’s never done this for anyone else. Sometimes, Ian wonders if it’s all been firsts. He’d never ask—too vulnerable a subject, and he doesn’t want to scare Mickey away or give him any more reason to shut down. Mickey’s always projected nothing but confident swagger, but Ian can see through it, and he thinks maybe Mickey’s never been with another guy. The thought thrills, and Ian hopes one day Mickey might be open enough to tell him.

But this—this is definitely a first. Ian can feel it in the way Mickey’s confident fingers turn tentative on Ian’s skin, unsure of how and where to touch even though Mickey’s a fucking expert at playing Ian’s body by now. Can see it in the blue of Mickey’s eyes as he seeks out Ian’s for guidance, if only through the pleasure written across Ian’s features. There’s a vulnerability in Mickey here, now, that Ian’s never seen before. Mickey’s giving for Ian, opening his heart and his body for Ian, and Ian hopes it might last. Knows it won’t. Knows that when this is over, Mickey will wander back into his own life, and Ian will be left to pick up the pieces of his own shattered heart because he fucking loves Mickey, but Ian will never have him. Not really. Not the way they both need. Mickey will go back to being the neighborhood thug and Ian will go back to pretending he doesn’t want more than a quick fuck every now and then, and no matter how open Mickey lets himself be during sex, Ian knows it will never go further than this, here.

So when Mickey’s fingers give Ian’s hip a tight little squeeze to pull him back to the present as he takes Ian in just a little further, Ian lets out a little gasp and his fingers play through Mickey’s hair as he meets the other man’s eyes. I’m here, Ian’s eyes promise as his fingers stroke at Mickey’s neck, shoulders, anywhere he can reach as Mickey renews his efforts, leaving Ian a shuddering mess under Mickey’s talented mouth. First or no, this is Mickey, and Mickey doesn’t do anything by halves. He’s fucking good, and Ian hopes this isn’t the only chance he’s going to have to feel this, because he’s quickly becoming addicted and he wants this forever.

Ian doesn’t last long. Not with the constant mantra of Mickey running through his mind as he tries to process everything Mickey’s giving. He tugs at Mickey’s hair in warning as he gasps out a quiet “Mick,” but Mickey just meets Ian’s eyes and keeps going, refuses to pull back and takes Ian deeper. Ian can’t help the way he whispers Mickey’s name as he falls apart—it sounds an awful lot like I love you—but Mickey lets it go, doesn’t question or acknowledge or freak out. Just swallows down everything Ian has to give, and pets Ian’s skin as he comes down from the high of it all, Ian’s fingers ghosting through Mickey’s hair and then over his chin and jaw before reaching to trace Mickey’s swollen lips. There’s a haze of wetness coloring Mickey’s eyes—his efforts leaving him out of breath and all around a little raw, and Ian can’t fucking believe that Mickey’s given him this. That Mickey wants him enough to give so fucking much, and Ian feels like he could cry.

Instead, Ian meets Mickey’s eyes with a soft little smile that Mickey matches and Ian pulls Mickey back up to settle beside him, so close Ian can breathe him in, where Mickey’s still open enough to let Ian trace the contours of his chest with gentle, exploring fingers. Mickey doesn’t usually allow this, but it’s a night of firsts, so Ian’s determined to take whatever Mickey’s willing to give.

“Let me return the favor,” Ian finally offers quietly, breathing still shallow against Mickey’s hair as he reaches for the clasp of Mickey’s jeans.

“Nah,” Mickey disagrees, eyes following Ian’s fingers as Mickey reaches out to knock Ian’s hand away, “wasn’t about me. Was about you. Wanted to make you feel good.”

“Always make me feel good,” Ian protests, lips brushing over Mickey’s ear as he whispers the words. “Want to make you feel good, too, Mick.”

The spell is fucking intoxicating, and Ian needs to do this for Mickey. Needs to solidify this new bond that’s opened Mickey up to lay his whole world bare for Ian’s eyes. Ian needs this to be real. Needs to make it real.

But Mickey closes down as soon as Ian murmurs those words, pulling his body away and straightening his clothes as he sits up and scoots a safe distance from Ian. If Ian’s being honest with himself, it hurts. But it also isn’t entirely unexpected. He’d just hoped the prospect of getting off would leave Mickey wanting enough to at least let Ian have this.

But Mickey’s not ready and he’s given all he can for tonight, and Ian knows that has to be enough. And it is. For now.

Ian just hopes that one day, maybe, Mickey might let Ian love him the way Mickey deserves.

It’s been this way since we were young We’ll fight and then make up I’ll breathe your air into my lungs When I feel your touch

Tell me your secrets Give me a friend Let all the good times flood in

Do I love you? Do I hate you? I can’t make up my mind So let’s freefall And see where we land

[kimbapcrying]

Journalism!Jimin

jimin is such a radio-television-film nerd

he loves broadcast so much especially during football season when he gets to run the technical board for the big screen

he even gets to go with his friend taehyung, who’s the photographer for the newspaper, to these events and it’s just all around a good time

he also just loves telling the camera people what to do (highkey lowkey he loves the power)

but even though he’s super passionate about broadcast and he loves the class he’s in and the friends that are in it, he really just wants to do film and be a cinematic bitch

it’s always been jimin’s dream to make a cool feature length film, but when he tried to sign up for the film class the scheduler messed up and put him into broadcast and his optimistic ass was like “hey u know what that’s okay”

this boy is just all smiles and happiness and everyone in the program loves him because he’s always making news packages and feature stories that look AMAZING and he is just such a kind soul yes

he also loves being on air and he’s definitely the most well known person at school because on air he’s such a cutie and everyone is like wow! that’s the broadcast guy

he’s also pretty well known bc he’s on the dance team and he’s amazing and people are like wtf ur just perfect?

he’s just always willing to learn new things and he’s open to so many options

even though he’s pretty well known, the school is pretty big and there are teachers who are like “oh, the announcements are on let’s just shut it off and use these ten minutes to do more work:)”

(bc like the broadcast runs everyday for like 10 minutes at like 10:45 am)

(just to... be clear)

and you happen to be in one of those classes

your teacher is like we have more important things to do than get information on the school :)

and you were like :/ because you didn’t want to do work, but you honestly didn’t care too much since you didn’t understand anytHING in this class so any time was good time to catch up

but one day your teacher wasn’t in class bc he was sick or something and the sub just kind of let the announcements run and you were like okay whatever i’ll just ignore this and keep doing work

but like you hear the softest and most a ngel ic voice in the world and immediately you’e enraptured

like your eyes are glued to the screen and the cutest person you’ve ever seen in your life and he’s cute with his orange hair all swept back and his smile eyes and you’re like “wow! would ya look at that”

you didn’t catch anything that he actually said though

but like you’re essentially i n  l o v e  with this boy now

but you straight up don’t know his name or shit about him

so late you’re at lunch with ur friend hoseok and you’re talking about the cute boy with orange hair on the broadcast and he’s like “OH YOU MEAN HIM?” and turns and like points to him and ur like fuck hoseok what the fuck

so like hoseok being Hoseok catches his attention obviously and he like looks over with his cute wide eyed confused face like “what who me?” and ur like god damn it he’s still cute

and he looks at hoseok pointing and you trying to shove his hand down and gives a big eye smile and you’re melting

but he just looks back at his lunch and hoseok turns back and everything is like normal except your face is burning from embarrassment

hoseok: his name is jimin

you: thanks you didn’t havE TO EMBARRASS ME TO TELL ME THAT

the next day your teacher is back and he shuts off the broadcast like normal but now you’re kinda sad that you’re missing out

like u got a taste of jimin

and once u jimin you cant jimout

you kind of give up on the idea of seeing the broadcast again and go back to doing your work but now your mood is like :(

but then you remember snapchat exists bc hoseok sends you a snap of jimin on the announcements with like 400 wink emojis all over it

and immediately you’re like “pleASE ke ep sendi ng me snaps of hi m”

and hoseok is like “okAY gosh...”

so that’s how u get ur daily dose of jimin

which is admittedly a little weird but hey listen ur school work load does not allow very much time for cute broadcast boys

so you always go to cafes to study bc like u have a lot of work that u need to get done and you need a shit ton of caffeine to stay awake and every time u go u got like bags under ur eyes and u probably look like you’re on the verge of a breakdown but this is what u get for wanting to take the hardest damn classes

and you’re sitting there trying to type ur 1000 word essay that’s definitely due at midnight and tbh you actually are about to have a breakdown

and you’re so concentrated on your essay that you don’t even notice someone set their stuff down across from you until there’s a tiny hand waving in front of your screen

you’re super annoyed like who the fuck is breaking your concentration and about to curse at this guy

but u look up and make eye contact with none other than pa rk jimin himself

and your mouth is kind of hanging open like wh at is happening am i having a fever dream i s this real have i becom e so tir ed that i am hallucinating?

and he’s like “hey, the rest of the cafe is full, is it okay if i sit with you and work? I won’t bother you” and he gives u a cute shy lil smile and you’re like ho w could i even t hink to say no

so he plops down and pulls out his laptop and starts working and you’re like flustered but you gotta keep working

so yall just sit there in silence for like two hours doing your own respective work

and you’re kinda glad jimin is there. his presence relaxes you for some reason

after u finally finish your essay and you feel good about it and submit it you like shut your laptop and start packing up and you’re super satisfied like yes i really did that 1000 words bitches take that professor

“are you leaving?” jimin is like giving u a damn cute look like his elbow is on the table and his head is leaning against his hand and he’s smilin and you’re like “...... yes?”

and he closes his laptop and packs up too and you’re like “wh at” and he’s like “let’s get food!” and you’re like “w h a t”

jimin: there’s a burger joint a few doors down let’s go

you: you don’t know me?

jimin: i wanna get to know you ;)

and you’re like wtf... is he flirting? (also that was cheesy as fuck who does he think he is)

but you end up going to get food with him anyway

and you’re like why and how is this happening?

yall order and sit down and jimin is being a damn cutie just all smiley and shit

(he’s so fucking cute i don’t think anyone would be able to handle it)

and he’s talking to you and you’re kind of responding, but you don’t really know how to handle this situation because you definitely didn’t expect your night to go like this

eventually you’re like “why are you doing this, i don’t think you even know my name?”

and he’s like “yeah i do! it’s Y/N right? hoseok told me lmao we’re buddies on the dance team”

and you’re like “oH” and also in ur mind like god fucking damn it hoseok why didn’t u tell me

and then you’re like “you’re on the dance team?”

and he lights up like yeah! i love dancing! it’s super cool and fun and i love everyone

and you kind of fall in love with the way he just lights up

and he just keeps talking about how much he loves dance and then it becomes how much he loves broadcast then he’s like talking about how he wants to become a filmmaker and a director of photography and he’s all over the place but it’s really cute and you listen to every word he has to say

and at the end of the night yall are walking back to ur cars and he’s like “waIT fu ck i wanted to get to know u and i literally just talked about myself the whole time” and he looks so sad ? and you’re like wtf ? stop being cute?

and you kinda giggle like “here lemme give u my number and we can talk more”

and he fucking lights up like a damn christmas tree again and you’re like yeah im dead for this boy

he hands u his phone and u put ur number in and ur like there :) it’s all good

and he looks so happy he like leans in and gives u a kiss on the cheek and is like awesome! i’ll catch u later and runs off

and again you’re like w hat

and once you get home u have like a ton of texts from jimin

all of them have winky faces in them

he’s like “tonight was fun ;) let’s do it again some time ;)”

after that he’s always inviting you to e v e r y t h i n g

especially his dance practices and the sites he has to film at

you: i have homework

jimin: do homework while i’m dancing! we can get food after

and you guys start spending ALL your time together

bc when you two are working both of you are so concentrated, but yall just enjoy each others presence so much it’s relaxing and easy (which u really liked bc ur literally always stressed about school)

and he never officially asks you out, but everything just kind of falls into place?

like one day yall were back in the cafe and he was editing a video and you were doing ur calc hw and he was probably like “hey babe can you grab me some napkins” and you were like “babe?” and he was like “ho ld on that jus t slipped ou t” and you were like “omg... it’s fine i mean... i can be your... exclusive babe?” and he was like “;)” and you were like “stop that”

and yall become the chillest couple in the world

yall push each other to do the best u can do like he always supports you with ur work and ur like “yeS that is my BOYFRIEND on the announcements”

and even though u don’t actually get to watch the announcements, jimin would definitely try to sneak tiny shoutouts to you, even though the teacher is like don’t do that. he’ll like type a tiny “love u” in the corner of a graphic bc he’s a cheesy motherfucker

at one point jimin invites u to one of his film contests and ur like yell heah i’ll go

you also want to go bc he never shows u his films like he’ll show u the stuff that he works on for broadcast but when it comes to cinematic stuff he’s like “it’s a secret;)” and ur like fuck u

and u didn’t really know what to expect bc like what is a film contest even like

you hadn’t even watched his film yet bc he REFUSED to show u

but at the event, they were screening all the films and u see this one that’s just like so cinematically b eau tiful and it just immediately draws u in and ur like hol y shit and jimin is like haha guess who made that

and ur like “hol y shit u did that?”

and he’s like “yeAH i did that” and ur just so proud of him

when they announce winners jimin’s film gets first

and he’s like so happy he picks u up in a hug and twirls u around and yall are like “yEEAH”

in the heat of the moment he gives u a big kiss

and you’re like !!!

and he’s also like !!! bc tbh neither of you expected him to do That

but you’re like fuck it and pull him in for another kiss

he’s all skinship after that

he loves giving u light kisses while ur working

you’re like “ur distracting” and he’s like “;)” and you’re like “stOP DOING THAT”

one day yall are just laying around and cuddling (damn cuties u two) you’re like why’d you even sit with me at the cafe that one day like what made u do that

and he’s like “well u know that one day when hoseok was being loud and pointing at me or whatever” and ur like “oh god yes don’t make me remember” and he’s like “well, i thought u were cute and i asked hoseok about it and he was like lmao they’re into u, but like i didn’t actually decide to get close to u until i saw how cute u looked concentrating on ur work in the cafe and u also looked like u were about to cry so i wanted to keep u company”

and ur like okay that’s cute stop being cute? and hes like no

and you two are just the cutest and most hardworking but lowkey couple. you guys just understand each other really well and work hard for what yall want and it’s good it’s just a good time and you guys love each other so much it’s ridiculous

yall are probably the type of couple that’ll be like laying on opposite sides of the room doing your own respective work and jimin would probably look up at u and see u workin real hard and he’ll be hit with how much he cares about u and he’ll just be like “god i love u” and ur like “i love u too” bc it’s just so natural for yall

Journalism!Taehyung (link)

[cviperfan]

Soiran fic, 3/?

Title: The Second Time Around Series: Bleach Pairings: Soifon/Rangiku Matsumoto, Yoruichi Shihouin/Kuukaku Shiba, hints of Rangiku/Gin, Yoruichi/Soifon, Nanao/Lisa Rating: M Chapter Warning(s):n/a Summary: Eleven years after the final battle, a well-timed getaway brings two perfect strangers together, and as time passes, attraction might become something more.  Sometimes, people can surprise you. Post-series, canon ending compliant.

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Chapter 3: Lessons

"Are you sure about this?"

"Positive," Rangiku nodded.  "Besides, you agreed to let me take the lead on this, remember?"

Soifon glanced back to the movie theater, then back to Rangiku, who was extending a ticket for her to take as they stood outside the front door.  After letting out a sigh, she took the slip of paper, and the pair walked inside.  

"I really don't understand what the point of all this recorded entertainment is," Soifon admitted as the passed along the various auditoriums in the multiplex.  "Humans have such strange ways of wasting their time.  I understand the basic concept of course, but that really doesn't answer the question of why."

"No offense, Captain, but maybe that's your whole problem here.  You're looking for deeper reasons when there don't have to be.  Sometimes you can just enjoy things for what they are, you know?"

Soifon quirked an eyebrow at the taller woman, skepticism written all over her face but she didn't say anything, remembering that she'd promised to go along with Rangiku's ideas of what constituted a 'fun' vacation.  

"In any case, these 'films' are all quite different from each other, aren't they?  What makes you so certain this one will be to my liking?"

Reaching their destination, Rangiku opened the door, right under the title card for the movie itself, which read 'Police Ninja Revenge Story V'.

"Oh, I just have a feeling," the blonde replied with a smirk.

---

"Well?"  Rangiku asked expectantly as they stepped out of the theater and into the sunny street a few hours later.  "Pretty good, right?"

"...It was fine, I suppose," Soifon managed with a shrug, and Rangiku laughed in disbelief.

"Oh really?  You're going to act like you weren't glued to the edge of your seat?"

"That's not exactly what--"

"Or that we didn't almost get kicked out because you were yelling commands at the screen?"

At that Soifon lifted a finger and opened her mouth to retort, but unable to muster a proper response, only pouted and looked away, her cheeks reddened.  It was such an uncharacteristically cute gesture that Rangiku couldn't help laughing again.

"I will say," Soifon managed, after she had composed herself, "...that there were some quite impressive feats of martial artistry.  I might have taken an interest in this form of entertainment earlier had I known such works existed."

"Well, luckily for you, there's no shortage of that," Rangiku answered, right before she noticed they were fairly close to a small arcade.  

"In fact, speaking of fighting, you know humans have figured out a way to do so in a completely virtual space?"

Soifon blinked, her doubt from earlier replaced with a genuine curiousity.  

"How could that be possible?"

"I'll show you, after we get some change," Rangiku said as they approached one of the free cabinets, the words Thoroughfare Attacker 3 emblazoned across the top.

---

Their time in the arcade had been rather short-lived; Soifon, confused by the inputs of the video game, had promptly struck the screen on impulse when Ran urged her to kick, which precipitated in a swift escape from the arcade's proprietor.  Once the dust had cleared, Soifon had been mortified by her own actions... at least until Rangiku had fallen into near-hysterical laughter.

"It wasn't that funny," Soifon announced with a glare, the severity of which was undercut by her own blushing.  

"Y-yes it was," Rangiku replied cheekily, actively trying to stifle her giggling as Soifon crossed her arms and huffed.  "Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you're right.  Forget the video games-- how about ice cream instead?"

"...I could do that," Soifon finally admitted, and for a moment Rangiku thought she saw the briefest flash of a smile on the Captain's face before it was gone.

---

As it turned out, they had arrived in Fukuoka just in time for the annual Fireworks Festival, so once evening had hit the pair returned to Ohtori Park, wandering past the booths and vendors bathed in lamplight.

"So... what is there to do?"  Soifon wondered, somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer volume of sights and smells and the din of people enjoying themselves.

"Well, first off, there's the food," Rangiku said as she led the Captain to a handful of vendors, and before Soifon even had a chance to decipher who was serving what Rangiku had already returned with her arms full of grilled squid, takoyaki, and a pair of taiyaki pastries and shaved ice (one bright red, the other purple). "Here, grab some.  We’ll head toward the games next!"

Flustered at the sudden influx of food heading toward her, Soifon managed to grab a few of the squid skewers and the takoyaki, balanced precariously on a flimsy paper plate with her pastry while she awkwardly held the grape-flavored shaved ice.  She had to admit, Rangiku certainly knew what she was doing; it did all look quite good, but the question of how to eat it (while still keeping pace with the taller woman) was something else to deal with.  She soon discovered that by shifting her shaved ice to the crook of her elbow, she could just manage to move her plate of food to her other hand, leaving a free one to grab one of the skewers.  Taking a bite, her eyes widened-- the salty, charred taste of the squid was delicious, despite its simplicity, but it proved to be a bit much to manage as Rangiku caught her mid-bite.

"Hey, lemme have one of your takoyaki!"

"Mnnm?" Soifon could only manage, before Rangiku reached back and pulled one right off her plate, tossing it in her mouth. "Hey!" she finally got out, only for Rangiku to grin teasingly at her.

"Sorry, already finished mine," Rangiku admitted with a carefree shrug, and the sheer degree of casual impropriety from her-- which under literally any other circumstance, especially back at Soul Society, would have left her furious-- somehow left Soifon strangely impressed.

She must have reacted without thinking, as Rangiku's eyes suddenly went wide and she pointed right at Soifon, shaking her finger.

"...You're smiling."

"Wh-- no I'm not," Soifon replied defensively, unaware she was smiling even wider.

"Uh huh.  I knew it, you are having fun!"  Rangiku's eyes sparkled mischieviously, accompanied by a rather smug smile of her own, and before Soifon could reply there was a blinding flash, and once the spots had disappeared from her eyes she caught a peek of Rangiku's damned disposable camera, going right back into her clutch bag.  

"Don't you dare--"

"Ohh no, Miss Serious Grumpy Captain," Rangiku replied, still looking like she'd won the lottery.  "I, Rangiku Matsumoto, managed to make the ice queen of Soul Society crack a real genuine smile, and I am not getting rid of the proof of that for anything.  Although the idea of a full-page spread in the next Women's Association newsletter certainly sounds like-- hey!"

Soifon had pushed her on the arm-- lightly, almost playfully if the term could ever have applied to the petite woman-- still looking for the life of her like she was trying to regain her serious composure, and Rangiku only stepped away as she took a bite of her fish-shaped pastry, the sky suddenly lighting up in an explosion of color and sound as the fireworks began.

The whole festival seemed to grind to a halt as everyone looked up in awe, cheers going up as one with the biggest and brightest of the displays sent flowers and blooms of multicolored sparks against the stark black of the night.  Rangiku was transfixed, but the voice of her companion, quiet and reserved, was still clear even amidst the booming explosions.

"Thank you."

Rangiku was so shocked by the idea of genuine gratitude from Soifon that she actually turned away from the fireworks display to look over at her, and there was that shyness again that was so uncommon of her, eyes darting about as she tried to piece together what she wanted to say.

"...Thank you for giving me another chance, Matsumoto.  I might have missed this whole day if I'd been holed up at the hotel, feeling sorry for myself.  I... I needed this.  You were right."

"Of course I was right," Rangiku replied coyly, but even as Soifon 'hmph’-ed at her, she gave Soifon a rare, genuine smile of her own.  "...But for what it's worth, I'm glad you did.  You know, you aren't so bad to be around, when you're not wound up so tight for once."

Back home, Soifon wouldn't have let a comment like that slide, but instead she just looked up, and the pair of them kept watching the show.

[a-longwaygone]

Like a hot knife slicing through a block of butter.

Woke up this morning feeling shit more than any other day. Apparently, my boss asked me to have some drinks with him because he’s been seeing me working with a face full of shit since last year. We ended up drinking more than we should. We didn’t drink to get wasted of course, but fucker ed realised that my tolerance towards alcohol is quite good, so he tried to make me loosen more by ordering more drinks. I know, I can tell by the no. of bottles we drank and.. fucking a shot of absinthe. and fuck him for that. I still remember I was gone by 4 shots of absinthe years ago with fer and shah at Holland V. 2009 period, well shall not go there. Anyway, it was by far, the most no. of bottles I ever drank in my entire life.

I needed it so much though. December was completely fucked. New Year with family wasn’t really helpful and living January with feelings full of shit. We chatted about a lot of shit. Work, career opportunities, football, family, politics and of course personal life. I like it. Good topics, good chat and good laugh. It’s quite funny though. At some point, we were laughing about some stuffs and I suddenly stopped for no reason. Something at the back of my head told me that I miss her. I miss laughing crazily with her and how much I wish I can see her. I texted her telling her I love her so much, but obviously she doesn’t want to reply to it anymore. It’s okay, I know deep down she loves me too.

Roy being Roy, my face is pretty easy to read. Ed was asking if I am okay and I started telling him how much I love her and the night continues until I told him we need to stop and go home because I have shoot the next morning. It was a good hang overall. Really like the maturity of how he handles alcohol and know when to stop. Well, probably because he’s old now and getting married this coming June. Shit definitely has to change.

I reached home about 12+, I can’t really remember exactly what time. But I know I was unstable enough to not ride home. One thing that I am really glad about my body is that, for most of the time, all the alcohol effects will only fuck me worst after I got home. Put my bag, take off my clothes and lay on the bed. I started to feel so high and fell asleep within minutes and missed her call. I woke up today greeted by crazy headache. I kinda expected it. I drank all kind of different beers from all over the world and smoked 2 packs. All down to my lungs and brain; how to not get headache. 

Over the years, I come to a realisation that wasted on alcohol is definitely something really harmful and embarrassing. She would know why. I hope she also delete that video as well. I’m proud that I manage to prioritise and limit myself in spite all the shit that’s going on in my life. A step closer to become a wiser man, hopefully.

Wanted to see her so badly today. I really miss her. I was in the train to take my bike back when I opened instagram and realised that she deleted our pictures. I became so emotional. I feel so much shit inside knowing that this time is real. I felt so empty in a train full of people. Solitude. I just don’t know how to explain it. I really want to see her, talk to her, but she just won’t. Really, I know deep inside I understand that this time is hard for her too. But somehow I just can’t cope up with her. She does it so well and makes it to look so easy like a hot knife slicing through a block of butter. Where did she get all the strengths?

I tried to push her many times before because of the religion issues, yet she still comes back to me. She still wants to spend as much time as she can with me. But why can’t I do the same? Or rather she won’t take me back in her life like how I used to? Why can she make the call when to end this and not me? Why do I have to accept this now but she can’t do the same last time? She knows I’ll go soft. She knows I love her so much. She knows she somewhat has to make me to “hate” her so that I can move on. She knows she has to be the one calling this off. She knows there’s only her name in every corner of my heart. She knows it’s all up to her. I trust her for not taking advantage of my biggest weakness - my love for her.