spaceless-sea  asked:

How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)

Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here


  • “You wanna play cards? I brought them with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”
  • Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?
  • You looked down at Yoosung, who was already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck
  • “Lemme guess… you’ve never played Seven minutes in Heaven.”
  • Yoosung paused for a second before shaking his head
  • You sat down next to him and smiled
  • He’s so cute…
  • “So what game do you wanna play, MC?”
  • But then again, this IS Seven minutes in heaven
  • “Strip Poker.”
  • Yoosung’s face turned bright red
  • “H-Huh? Strip?”
  • You smirked
  • “I’ll start.”
  • In one quick moment, your shirt was thrown across the room
  • “Okay, now you’re turn.”
  • Yoosung who had now achieved a new shade of red blatantly stared at your chest
  • “I-I… uhh, w-well-“
  • What the hell?
  • Yoosung looked behind you
  • “I think it came from the other side of the door.”
  • You stood up and opened the closet door, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.
  • “So,” you crossed your arm and looked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explain yourselves?”
  • The two of them began stuttering out excuses
  • “W-Well Yoosung’s never played before-“
  • “-I heard you were taking off your shirt-“
  • “-And I thought he might need guidance-“
  • “-So I wanted to hear the rest.”
  • You glared at them
  • “First, Jumin don’t be a perv, and second-“
  • “We were in the middle of something.”
  • You looked back at Yoosung, who had taken off his shirt
  • “And now that MC and I are even, I’d like to get back to the game.”
  • Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’s words, his face was as red as ever
  • You turned back around and smirked
  • “You heard the man!”
  • Jumin and Zen slowly got up, both mumbling curses under their breath.
  • You closed the door behind them
  • “Now, where were we?”
  • In the end the two of you ended up stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest of the time


  • “W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I control myself?”
  • You walked over to the closet and gave Zen a smirk
  • “Who says you need to?”
  • 0.1 seconds later Zen was standing in the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???
  • You closed the door and turned around
  • “So,” you clapped your hands together, “Show me what you got.”
  • Zen smirked
  • “You sure you can handle it?”
  • You raised an eyebrow, “I think you already know the answer to that.”
  • Zen smiled
  • “This is gonna be-“
  • Was all Zen could get out before hitting his head on the light
  • “Ohhh s-shittt…”
  • You rushed over to Zen, who was now bent over in pain
  • “Are you okay? Do you need ice? How bad does it hurt?”
  • Zen looked up at you with hazy eyes
  • “Slooowww down, youuu’reee talking wayyyy toooo fast!!!”
  • I’m not sure what’s more concerning… Zen’s slurred speech or the giant lump forming on his forehead.
  • “We need to get you out of here right-“
  • “NO! I want to give you… seven minutes…in…….”
  • THUD
  • “He did WHAT?”
  • Jaehee swung to door open, her eyes immediately traveling down to unconscious Zen
  • “What happened to his face? And why is the closet light busted??”
  • The rest of the RFA stood behind her, patiently awaiting your answer
  • “Well,” you looked down at Zen and smirked, “I guess he unleashed the beast a little too early.”


  • As soon as Jaehee closed the door she sunk down to the floor and sighed
  • “Finally… peace and quiet.”
  • You nodded, sitting down next to her
  • “Who the hell let Seven DJ anyways?”
  • Jaehee laughed, “I don’t know, but it was a horrible decision.”
  • It would’ve been fine if he just turned the damn the volume down…
  • You looked over at Jaehee, who was responding to an email on her phone
  • “Work’s got you pretty busy, huh?”
  • She gave you a sarcastic glare
  • “Doesn’t it always?”
  • The two of you began ranting about Jumin and the rest of the RFA
  • “I mean, does he think I’m just made out of cat toys? He can’t keep-“
  • “Wait… Jaehee?”
  • “Yeah?”
  • “I think our seven minutes are up… Did they forget about us?”
  • Jaehee checked her phone
  • “It’s been 12 minutes,” she looked back over at you and smiled, “so I think it’s safe to say they have.”
  • The two of you exchanged glances
  • It’s so nice in here…
  • “You wanna stay?”
  • Jaehee’s eyes lit up
  • “I thought you’d never ask!”
  • She set her phone down and yawned
  • “I think… I’ll take a nap.”
  • You reached up and turned the lights off
  • “Sounds good to me.”
  • You stared at the ceiling, waiting for the drowsiness to hit you
  • That was when you felt something warm slump on your shoulder
  • You looked over at Jaehee and she gave you a sleepy smile
  • “Do you mind if I use you as a pillow?”
  • Be still my heart.
  • “Y-Yeah!”
  • Jaehee closed her eyes, and within the next five minutes, she was asleep
  • The next morning Seven found both of you sleeping in his closet
  • And yes he was naked 
  • And yes he screamed
  • And yes you and Jaehee both screamed back
  • But it was still the best seven minutes in heaven you’ve ever played even if it wasn’t just seven minutes


  • As SOON as the door closed he had you pinned up against the wall
  • “W-Woah, slow down there bud.”
  • Jumin closed his eyes and sighed, letting go of the grip he had on your hips
  • “Sorry,” he backed up and ran his hands through his hair
  • You practically feel him holding himself back
  • “Why are you so worked up??”
  • Jumin leaned back on the wall opposite of you
  • “It’s just, while we were out there, Zen kept… flirting with you.”
  • His nose crinkled when he said the word flirting, as if it were a disgusting word
  • “I know secretly dating is hard, but I really think its best.”
  • You looked up at him, “Especially with everything happening with your company…”
  • Jumin nodded, taking a step toward you
  • “I suppose I can’t blame Zen. You do look ravishing tonight,” Jumin smirked
  • You smiled back at him, giving him a small twirl
  • “Thank you, my boyfriend helped me pick this out.”
  • “I must say, your boyfriend has great taste. I bet he’s handsome, too.”
  • “Oh yes, extremely.”
  • Seven’s yelling interrupted your conversation
  • “Hmm,” Jumin looked at you, “Do you think five minutes in enough?”
  • You pushed yourself off of the wall and grabbed Jumin by the tie
  • “Won’t know unless we try.”
  • And as it turns out, five minutes was more than enough time to… scroll through Jumin’s pictures of Elly


  • “So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “This is fun.”
  • “Really fun.”
  • For the first two minutes, those were the only words exchanged between you and Saeran
  • I have to do something to break this silence.
  • You cleared your throat
  • “Uhh… so how are you?”
  • SERIOUSLY??? Is that the best I could come up with?
  • “I’m fine.”
  • “…Cool.”
  • You looked down at your feet
  • I’m good too, thanks for asking.
  • this poor child doesn’t know how to socialize have mercy on him
  • When you looked back up at him, his eyes quickly darted away
  • Was he staring at me?
  • A light blush crossed his face
  • That’s… kinda cute.
  • You bit your lip
  • Well, this is seven minutes in heaven
  • Before your brain could tell you otherwise, you leaned forward and lightly pressed your lips against his
  • After getting over the initial shock that someone was actually kissing him Saeran grabbed your chin and deepened the kiss
  • When you pulled away, both of you were out of breath
  • You leaned back against the wall
  • “…So.”
  • “Yup.”
  • “That was fun.”
  • Really fun.”
  • Seven swung the door open
  • “TIME’S UP!!!”
  • You looked at Saeran and smirked
  • “Let’s do this again sometime.”
  • Saeran followed you out the door and grabbed your wrist
  • He pulled you back and lowered his voice so the other’s couldn’t here
  • “Name the place and I’ll be there.”
  • Oh, this was going to be f u n.


  • You looked back the rest of the group
  • “Please help me.”
  • Jaehee gave you a pitying look and Zen saluted you “in honor of his fallen comrade”
  • Before you could anyone else’s reaction, Seven grabbed your hand and pulled you into the closet
  • “Your closet is a lot smaller than I thought it would be.”
  • Seven let go of your hand and laughed
  • “You do know I wear almost the same thing every day, right?”
  • You reached out to feel one of his shirts
  • “This one is my favorite.”
  • You pointed to the shirt Yoosung had gotten Seven for his birthday
  • It had a picture of the RFA on the front and the word “family” in Arabic on the back
  • “Mine too.”
  • Seven stepped closer to you
  • “You wanna see why I was so excited to get you in here?”
  • You felt your face heat up
  • “W-Well, I mean-“
  • “What?”
  • As soon as the lights went off, Seven turned you around so you were facing the door
  • He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug from behind
  • “Look up.”
  • You tilted your head to look up at the ceiling
  • “Oh my…”
  • Glow-in-the-dark stars were scattered all over the top of the closest, turning the dull ceiling into a tiny galaxy
  • “It’s beautiful.”
  • Seven buried his face in the crook of your neck
  • “So are you.”
  • And that’s when it hit you
  • You were literally in heaven in with Seven
  • “Thank you.”
I wish I could see your eyes again.
Not just passing you by, glancing quickly before averting my eyes to something less painful. But up close in the sunlight, staring into them so I could see every pigment of light greens and yellows.
I wish I could see them like I used to, full of love and not hatred. I wish you looked at me with them in the same way you had before. Maybe then I wouldn’t feel so numb. Because I remember how it felt when you looked at me that way, in the sunlight, up close, with all the love in world. I remember how full I felt. I remember feeling like that was home and I had finally found where I belonged. I remember feeling like that was my place, right in your eyes.
I feel so out of place lately. I don’t know why I’m here anymore, or what I’m doing. I need guidance.
I wish I could find myself again, in your eyes.
—  v.m

Dearest sweet Aaliyah, 

Last week I felt like my world was collapsing. I had just received devastating news and I didn’t know how to process it. I didn’t know how to deal with it. Being strong suddenly seemed like a foreign concept and so I buckled under the intense emotion that kept washing over me in waves. As in all defining moments of my life, I turn to you. I place my headphones over my ears and hit play on my phone allowing your haunting vocals to seep through and soothe my raging soul. 

“Here take my hand and, wipe those tears from your eyes…” 

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Kylo Ren Phrases…

Here are some of the phrases Kylo Ren says in the new TLJ toy.

•Perhaps Leader Snoke should consider using a clone army.

•You underestimate my power!

•It’s too late.

•I’m impressed.

•Show me again the power of the dark side.


•I’ve been waiting for you.

•I need your guidance.

•Will you help me.

•Don’t be afraid.

•It’s just us now.

Feel free to add the other phrases I could not make him say…😑 I swear I walked all of Target with that damn thing and that’s all I could squeeze out of him. 🖤

Art Critique PSA:

I’ll preface this by saying that I am pro critique.  I wouldn’t be where I am today without countless artists redlining my work and helping me make it better.  This post is not about the merits of critique.  This is about something that bothers me on a personal level, which is the habit some people have of attempting to offer critique (or being flat out negative in a useless sort of way) after a piece has been finished.

When you come across a finished piece of art on someone’s blog or in their gallery, then you’ve officially missed your opportunity to offer negative criticism critique.

Originally posted by plumkat

So unless the artist asks for your opinion, consider the following before leaving your comment:
  • Is it T.rue?
  • Is it H.elpful?
  • Is it I.nspiring?
  • Is it N.ecessary?
  • Is it K.ind?

Originally posted by nnnewtscamander

If you see a finished work that you like, tell the artist!  It makes them feel happy and encouraged.  But don’t leave negative comments, because the artist is no longer working on that piece.  So telling them what you don’t like about it only accomplishes two things.  One, it gives you a false sense of authority on the matter, and two, it discourages the artist and can make them feel like failures who should just give up.

The piece is done.  There’s no changing it.  So why point out what’s wrong with it?

Believe me when I say that artists are their own harshest critics.  If there is something technically wrong with perspective, proportions, etc., they already know, and probably reached a point where they needed to just be done with it.

Pointing out those types of errors on a finished piece just brings the artist down, and it’s condescending, too, because it assumes the artist isn’t already aware of the issues.  Trust me.  They know!

The only time it is polite to offer critical input on an art piece is when the artist has specifically requested such, and chances are they already have sought critique somewhere else.  Artists don’t generally seek out critique on their personal blogs.  Instead–and to much greater effect–they usually ask for help from artists and mentors IRL, or on sites that have designated critique areas.

And yes, I know everyone is entitled to their opinions.  But ask yourself… does that mean you need to subject others to them at all times?  The answer is no.  You don’t.  So T.H.I.N.K before you comment, and if you have any doubts, MOVE ON.

Take Me to Church

AJ Styles/Reader
1720 words; smut/explicit

Vague set-in-some-unspecified-time historical AU and priest/preacher AU.

Also the religious imagery in this is pretty overt, so please don’t read it if that might upset/offend you.


It’s always too hot in church, the air thick and heavy. The wooden pew is hard against your body, and droplets of sweat are inching down your spine in a steady trickle. You shift slightly as you try to concentrate on the words of Brother Styles’ sermon, aware that your best white cotton dress will show the damp.

You hear your mama’s voice in your head, telling you to sit up straight, and you put your shoulders back, taking strength from the words. She passed a few years ago, in an accident along with your daddy, and as an only child, you were left alone in the world. But it’s not so bad, as you’ve managed to make your way a little, finding work as a seamstress in the Ladies’ Fashion store in town.

Brother Styles was the one who put in a word for you, helped you get the job and find a room in a boarding house of good reputation. He was so kind to you after your parents died, a true gentleman. You listen to him speak now, pacing up and down the raised platform at the front of the church, warning of the fate that awaits all sinners: fire and hell and eternal damnation.

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Don't Mess With Pan's Lost Girl P.3

Warning: violence, swearing

Word count: 2134

A/N: Hey look it’s Pan yay. Smut next time, maybe. I’ve written smut before but not so sure how detailed I’ll get still not so used to it. But eh maybe I’ll get into it who knows.

Part2: https://pan-imagines-ig.tumblr.com/post/155792540279/dont-mess-with-pans-lost-girl-p2


“Just up ahead, do you see it?” The little glowing lady that was currently perched upon the wheel asked as she pointed straight ahead. “Yes I do.” I said holding the wheel steady. After a moment of silent sailing the ship met with the soft sand of the beach that was ahead. “Welcome to Neverland.” Tinker bell said looking back up at me. “I can tell you’re new around here, mostly cause you said you wanted to go home and that’s not an option everyone knows that. So let me just tell you that this island is lost boy territory and lost boys aren’t to fond of pirates.” She said flittering up to eye level. “Yeah well from what I’ve heard back in pirate town neither group like each other, but I’m not a pirate, even if I do look like one.” I said biting my lip and looking down at my attire. “Alright well, at least lose the hat.” She said tapping her chin. I took it off and let it fall from my hand to the ship deck with a thud. “Now we gatta get rid of the other pirates.” She said gesturing to my sword.

With a sigh I pulled it from is holster and slowly turned to see the look out was still fast asleep. I crept quietly behind him and placed the sword at the base of his neck. Oh shit, I can’t do this I’ve never killed anyone before. How can I start now I mean sure this might all just be imaginary but it damn sure feels like reality. I hesitate running this all through my mind weighing the pros and cons. Fuck it. I think but as soon as I do sleepy head wakes and quickly turns around pulling out his own sword. “Shit!” I shout as he lunged forward, I try to dodge the blow but his sword gets my side and I feel blood trickling down my side. I look down quickly before looking back up just in time to deflect his sword from hitting me in the chest. With the amount of blood I’m losing and all the strength I’m putting into pushing his sword away with mine, my vision becomes spotted and I begin to feel light headed. Just as I feel I’m about to pass out Tinker bell darts in front of the pirates face blowing a gold dust in his face causing him to collapse on the deck. I let my weak body fall as well and catch my breath.

“Well that didn’t go to well. Was that your first fight or something?!” She shouts in her tiny high pitched voice. I roll my eyes at her and examine the gash in my side. “Damn it.” I curse under my breath and dig through my bag finding a flask of rum and my tank top. I put the top in my mouth to bite down on and pour the rum on the cut. It’s not the best way to clean a wound but it’s all I got, no matter how bad it burns it works. I then remove the top from my mouth and put it under my corset so that it covers the wound. “What was that, the gold stuff?” I ask shakily standing to my feet. “Fairy dust.” She answers crossing her arms over her chest. “Right. Of course it was.” I sarcastically reply shaking my head. “It won’t keep him asleep forever, I helped, now you finish.” She said and I glanced at my sword. With a huff I placed the tip of my blade over his heart and felt the blade sink in easily. “Now was that so bad? Ok before we go kill the rest of those bastards coat your sword in this.” She says handing over a small bottle filled with a dark liquid. “What is it?” I asked popping off the top. “There’s a plant, very deadly, called dreamshade. I managed to make it into a liquid so that the lost boys could cover their weapons in it and get quicker kills.” She said and I raised my eyebrows nodding. “Alright.” I said carefully pouring it all over the blade. “Let’s go kill some pirates.” I said with a smirk and she rolled her eyes at me.

“So I have a question, you seem to be pretty cool with these, lost boys. And you found me, a girl, dressed as a pirate, driving a pirate ship, why did you decide to help me? Ya know cause pirates hate lost boys and vise-versa.” I say waking away branch leaves as I walked through the thick forest wilderness. “Cause no pirate would one, allow a female to steer the ship or two, come anywhere near Neverland. Ah here’s my stop. Good luck to you my dear.” She said with a nod of her head and quickly flew off. “Wait! I still need your guidance!” I shouted after her but it was no use. “Well shit.” I said as I looked around and noticed I had no idea where the hell I was going. But I also noticed the sun had begun to rise making me feel a little better, I probably wouldn’t last an hour in this forest alone if it was dark.

I began to walk again when I heard a few tiny foot steps approaching. I crouched behind a bush and put my hand on my sword handle. I closed my eyes and focused on my hearing trying to see if I could tell which direction the steps were coming from. At first I heard nothing but then again, to my left, I heard something. There were two of whatever it was, I opened my eyes and looked to my left. I was out of their line of vision but I could see them perfectly. Two boys, maybe a year or two older than me, but still young. They were dressed as if they were playing combat rescue, wearing camouflage colors with leaves draped around them and mud smeared over their faces. Each of them held a weapon, a real weapon. One had a cross bow and the other a sword. “You’ve got to be kidding, these are the lost boys.” I mumble to myself and move to get closer but stay out of their vision. “Well fuck me.” I whisper as I watch them look around searching for, I’m guessing, me. “Sorry kids but I’m not losing this one.” I mean sure the pirates weren’t that hard to deal with, thanks to the dreamshade, but as ruthless as these kids look they don’t look like to much of a challenge.

“Now!” The boy in green shouted as he paced back and forth in front of the cage. “What am I to do with you?” He said stoping his pacing, placing both hands on the bars and leaning in close, he flashed a quick wicked smirk. I did nothing but harshly glare back at him with a cold hard expression. I had been on this island for a whole month running around trying to stay alive, a cost of that was injuring a few lost boys. I didn’t want to, a lot of them were much younger than me, like six or seven years younger. I had grown cold, heartless soon I didn’t care how old they were, I just needed to survive. So I stood, not saying a word and gave him a piercing cold glare. He just simply chuckled and pushed himself up right again, off of the bars. “You know appearing on my island and injuring not just a few but an army of my lost boys is not something you can just avoid, there are consequences!” He said beginning to pace again, he spoke as if he was giving a speech to everyone present, even though it was only directed at me. Surrounding him and the cage I occupied, was a swarm of young boys their ages varied but none older than the boy in green. And he couldn’t be more than 16. “Now that we have captured you, this cage is where you shall stay until I decide it’s time to kill you. Sleep tight.” He said and with the flick of his hand his ‘lost boys’ moved out and towards their camp that wasn’t to far from the cage. “Felix! You take night watch!” The boy ordered a taller, cloaked, boy with long dirty blond hair. The boy simply nodded and leaned against the cage as the rest continued on.

A few hours had passed when I decided I was bored and wanted out. I was stood leaning against the far right corner of the cage staring at the cloaked boy, Felix was his name, while chewing on my bottom lip. He seems like an easy target. I thought as I sauntered over to where he stood shoulders back and chest puffed out. “So Felix, that is your name right?” I asked my voice just over a whisper carful not to draw any attention from the camp. The sun was now long gone and the camp was lit by an enormous bonfire. I looked at Felix but he hadn’t moved a muscle. “Hmm, well Felix. The name’s Mariana,” I said, still nothing. “Come on I’m bored out of my mind, least you could do is have a conversation with your prisoner.” I said slipping my hand through the bars and rubbing his shoulder gently. He looked down at my hand and I noticed his chest rise and fall and a slightly quicker pace. He turned around slowly with his head low. “Come on Felix, can’t even look me in the eye?” I teased as I moved my hand to the hairs at the nape of his neck. He slowly lifted his head locking eyes with me. “There we go.” I whispered softly tangling my fingers into his hair. His breathing became more rapid and he let out a low moan, leaning his head against my touch. “Now all you have to do is open the cage and we can talk. Unless there’s something more fun you have in mind.” I said with a smirk as I leaned closer to the bars that separated us. “No!” He shouted and abruptly moved away from my touch “You hurt my friends, many of them are just barley holding on to life. You deserve nothing but to rot in there forever.” He spit at me and turned away back to his position and didn’t say another word for the rest of the night. I just rolled my eyes and went back to my corner, with a huff I plopped down criss-cross with my arms folded over my chest.

As morning came again so did the boy in green, he nodded at Felix as he approached, “Go get breakfast, then some rest.” He ordered, Felix nodded in response and walked toward camp. “Morning love” The leader, I figured, said turning his attention to me. I gave him a sickly sweet smile, “Morning.” I said and he smirked. “Ah and she speaks. Honestly love I thought you were going to give me the silent treatment forever.” I rolled me eyes and gave him an expressionless look. “Just tell me, who are you and how did you manage to run around my island for so long without getting caught?” He asked confusion clear in his voice. “Let’s just say you and your lost boys are a lot easier to handle than the pirates.” I said grinning at his fuming expression. He let out a long deep breath before speaking again, “Are you saying we’re not as challenging.” He asked irritated. “Believe me I’m just as surprised as you are, I’d think your boys would be better fighters than a bunch of drunk old slobs.” I said and he shook his head. Clearly offended by what I said about his soldiers, he walks back to camp leaving me alone. I puff out my cheeks and turn so I’m facing out away from the camp. I begin picking at the grass when I spot a patch of purple flowers. I eye them skeptically and reach out to pick one. “Lavender?” I speak to myself and inhale the sweet smell before blacking out.

A couple hours later I wake up still in the cage, the sun is still out and I don’t hear anything coming from the camp. The boys must be out playing. I look around and see the flower laying not to far from my face. That wasn’t a lavender. I move away from it before carefully picking it up. “I’m definitely getting out of here tonight” I think running all the possible out comes through my mind figuring out the perfect escape.

Love At First Glance

Rudolph Valentino x Reader

A/N: Let’s just pretend that Rudy hates The Countess for what James did to him and he’s growing tired of Natasha. He doesn’t love her like he used to and she’s too drawn to the modern world that she doesn’t really care for Rudy anymore.

Los Angeles. The overcrowded city that you weren’t necessarily a huge fan of. Being surrounded by many people still made you feel alone. Normally, the trips you go on are with your family, but this time around, you brought your best friend, Stacy. The both of you didn’t care for a fancy room as you’ll be out more than in, so you got the cheapest motel you could find in Los Angeles.

There are many touristy places you two planned on visiting. You even planned a visit to the Hotel Cortez as there’s been many rumors that it’s haunted. Instead of booking a room, you paid a visit at the bar and even roamed the halls to see if you two will pass by a ghost.

You would feel a slight cold breeze every now and then, but no actual ghost. Boring. The only somewhat exciting thing was meeting the owner of the hotel named James March. He was very different, but I guess when you have money like that you can say and do whatever you want.

Your best friend grew bored as well, so you found it as your cue to leave and find a different place to visit. Before you could walk down the stairs, a couple passes by. The woman was beautiful and pulled off the short hair look very well and the man beside her was very handsome. There’s was not an ugly feature on him. He was almost perfect.

You couldn’t tell if they were together or not as they weren’t holding hands or making physical contact. They were just looking forward, looking more than ready to get to where they need to go.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” Stacy waved her hand in your face to snap you out of it which did work.

“Oh crap I’m sorry.” You chuckled. “I zoned out for a moment.”

“Mmhmm.” Your best friend started walking downstairs and you followed. “I saw you going goo goo eyed over that guy.”

“Shut up Stacy.” You playfully rolled your eyes while watching your step walking down the stairs.

It is now mid day aka you and your best friend were exhausted already and needed a quick rest so you both took an Uber back to the motel.

You wake up after only 20 minutes of napping, but Stacy was knocked out cold and you didn’t want to wake her. A snack was what you’re craving and you just remembered that there’s a vending machine downstairs, so you grabbed a few dollars and headed down.

Walking back up, you were texting your mom and updating her about your trip and didn’t realize how full your hands are holding your snacks, making you drop a bag. “Oh shit!”

As you were bending down to pick up your bag of chips, someone came out from the room next to you and accidentally stepped on your chips, luckily your hand wasn’t there.

What a small world it is because it just so happens to be the damn right good looking guy you’ve seen earlier at the Hotel Cortez.

He looked so good wearing a suit that looked like it was made just for him. You’ve always had a weakness for well-dressed men. That James March guy you met would’ve been attractive, but his Gomez Addams mustache bothered you.

“Apologies-” He paused, gazing at you once you stood up all the way. “-Mi Amore.”

“O-oh that’s okay.” You wanted to slam your face on the wall for stuttering so badly. Also, you were confused as to why someone like him is staying at a dump like this.

“Allow me to buy you another, yes?” He insisted, closing the door behind him.

“Yeah.” You cleared your throat, hoping it would help prevent you from stuttering again. “Okay sure.”

He wasn’t much of a talker so you introduced yourself first, putting your hand out to shake his hand. “I’m Y/N.”

The man stared at your hand looking puzzled then grasped it and kissed the back of your hand. “Valentino. Rudolph Valentino.”

You couldn’t help but smile and blush like a little school girl, so you went and walked downstairs in front of him so that he wouldn’t see.

Arriving at the vending machine, he handed you whatever cash came out of his pocket. “I only need $2, Rudolph.” You chuckled at the sight of the money he was willing to give you.

Rudolph put the remaining money back in his pocket and rested a hand on your lower back. “Please Mi Amore, you may call me Rudy for short.”

Wow, you didn’t notice his Italian accent at first. Your heart was pounding out of your chest from this little nickname he gave you instead of calling you by your actual name. Was he flirting or does he call every woman that? And that innocent gesture of touching your back. Jesus.

“Well Rudy, thank you for the chips and I hope to see you soon.” Of course you want to scream out for him to take you on a date or even grab coffee, but you didn’t want to seem desperate. You put your hand out again to shake his goodbye and he ignored it, which slightly made you feel embarrassed, but instead, Rudy lightly grabbed your hand, hiding it in between both of his.

“Do you have plans later this evening?” He asked, then let your hand free.

“I’m not sure, I would have to ask my best friend because she’s staying with me. Why?” You tried to play it cool although you’re hoping and praying he’s going to ask you on a date.

He started making his way back upstairs and you followed. “Care to join me for dinner?” Rudy glanced behind him to make sure you were following.

“Um sure.” Again, you played it cool but inside you were screaming yes! “I don’t think my friend would mind if I’m gone for an hour.”

“Perfect.” Rudolph looked up in question and back to his focus on you. “It seems I am no longer familiar with this city, so I would need your guidance on choosing where we go.”

“I’m new here too, but we can figure something out together. I’ll knock on your door when I’m ready because us girls take forever to get ready.”

“Of course.” He grinned, then allowed you to walk back to your motel room alone. It was just a few doors down from his. What a coincidence.

You glanced behind you to see if he was still standing in the same spot and he was so you saw it as your cue to say see you later. “I’ll see you in a few.” Rudy slightly bowed his head, then proceeded to his room.

As you shuffled towards the door, unlocking it, you rushed inside and closed it with your back and started smiling uncontrollably. You rushed over to wake up your best friend, throwing your snacks on the bed.

“Stacy! Stacy! Guess what?” You shook her body to wake up and she struggled to open her eyes.

“Huh? What?” Stacy’s voice was raspy from her nap and she felt slightly groggy. You sat on the edge of the other bed so that you could give her space to pull herself together. She sat up with her legs crossed Indian style.

“So you remember that hot guy I couldn’t get my eyes off of at the Cortez?”

“Yeah what about him?”

“Tell me why I bumped into him earlier and he ended up asking me out on a date! Tonight! Just my luck right?”

“No freaking way, Y/N. You’re lying.” Stacy didn’t believe you whatsoever, I mean, what are the odds in something like this happening?

“I’m not. I’ll prove it to you later.” You huffed, then rushed over to the bathroom to wash up and ignored your hunger. Even though it’s hours from now, you still needed time to find the perfect outfit in your luggage. Let’s just hope everything goes perfectly.

Everything Fades - Chapter VI

A Jungkook story inspired by Kimi no Na wa

Summary: Once in a while when I wake up, I find myself crying. The dream I must’ve had, I can never quite remember. Yet, the sensation that I’ve lost something important always lingers for a long time…

Her: Just a normal day in my boring, calm li- HOLY SHIT I’M IN JEON JUNGKOOK’S BODY.

Him: Alright, let’s go to prac- WAIT WHY DO I HAVE BOOBS?

Originally posted by jjang-pandaa

Chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Chapter VI – The Thin Line Between Genius and Insanity

A hiss.

This again.”

Slowly, he sits up, as if moving sluggishly could postpone the inevitability of his hellish situation (aka pretending to be a girl who understands occidental social norms and algebra).

“Right,” he whispers to himself, already feeling exhausted. “Here we go…”

The boy opens his eyes wide, and looks around this bedroom he has more or less learned to know. His gaze falls upon a cellphone by the nightstand.

“Oh!” he lets out.

In a second, the device is in his hands, and he’s typing the password.

That girl is pretty smart,” he thinks, remembering his surprise when he discovered the 4 numbers written in pen on his forearm, accompanied by a single word: cellphone. Even if his hyungs had seen the message, they wouldn’t have understood.

As soon as the cellphone is unlocked, there’s another message awaiting him, in the form of the home wallpaper.

Secret journal app. Code: 1320. Erase this picture and change wallpaper ASAP.

“1320… 1320… Okay…

He goes into the photo album and gets rid of the incriminating evidence,

I feel like I’m in a spy movie,” he can’t help but think, scrolling up to find a new wallpaper.

Accidently, he presses on something, and he’s brought to the album selection. He’s about to go back to the main picture section, but he notices a familiar face… On top of the words “deleted pictures”, there’s Taehyung’s face. Eyebrows raised, Jungkook goes into the file.

“What…” he says in a murmur.

There are dozens and dozens of pictures of him.

Well, not only him. Him and his members. Which is not less disturbing.

A meme involving a close-up of Hoseok’s face and a burning rubber duck catches his attention, and he’s about to click on it when he hears people laughing as they pass near the dorm room’s door. As his heartbeat chaotically accelerates, he remembers where he is, and decides he’ll read the girl’s message before doing anything else.

He changes the wallpaper to some random aesthetic montage, not without frowning at the absurdity of whatever is happening to him. Chewing on his bottom lip, he opens the journal app.

There are three entries. He clicks on the first one.


I don’t understand what’s happening, but I don’t want to spend the rest of my life as a lab experiment, and I don’t think you do either, so I think it’s best to try to work some things out.

1- All my basic info is in the blue notebook in the second drawer of my desk. There are my old ID cards, my birth certificate, some report cards, etc.

2- There’s a list of all my family, friends and acquaintances in the second entry of this app. I wrote my relationship with each of them. Try to understand it all.

3- You have to take notes in class. I need that to pass. You don’t have to understand it all… But, I mean… It’d be good if you could study a bit and at least kinda know what’s going on.

4- This might sound strange, but I already somewhat know you. I’ve known BTS for a while. I can sort of survive with the intel I already have, but I need guidance. I don’t know how much the company monitors your communication, but do find a way to talk to me. You could even just write on this app when we switch bodies.

5- Please stop bowing to people and greeting everyone you meet. We don’t do that here. 

6- I told my roommate and my two best friends that I was diagnosed with a strange psychiatric illness that’s super rare, and that there’s barely any info about it on the internet, and that if there is, it’s mostly in Russian and Chinese. I said it involves mood swings, personality inconsistencies and a messed-up memory. It’s okay if you relax a bit around them. Just tell them it’s “the syndrome.” They’ll try to help you out. But don’t abuse it either…

Jungkook stares at the screen.


This girl is really… creative.”

> Next chapter 🌸


In other words, I’ve had enough of Straight Men Thinking Everything Is About Them for the day
I’m really sorry about offending your eyes with this disgusting image Katie but I cannot defeat this evil alone I need your strength and guidance in dark times like this - Submitted by @fantasticbeastsandheretofindthem

She literally said she’s a survivor like how far up his own asshole is this dried up wad of used toilet paper to think that it was necessary to accuse her of ~misandry~ I can’t wait for natural selection to rid us of men for good

anonymous asked:

Ok, inspiration from the whole 'revali is very young' thing. The scenario where Revali survives and gets carried back inconscious and nearly-broken by link, Teba looks a tthe dark feathered Rito link's got slung over his shoulder, and at first he's horrified that a adolescent rito got torn up like this, and takes the kid immediately into his home for medical attention, but then gets another shock when link tell him it's the champion, and he's just like "the champion was a KID!?" (cont)

(cont) And, being the amazing family man that he is, Teba stars muttering “what kind of father would let a child go into battle?” while he personally takes care of the champion’s wounds. And then once he wakes up, Teba starts treating Revali like he just adopted him, much to Revali’s considerable confusion and irritation, which Teba shrugs off because Revali’s an adolescent, and he just needs love and guidance.

I'll only answer to your true self
  • Kylo Ren: Help me grandfather.
  • -silence-
  • Kylo Ren: Please, help me grandfather.
  • -silence-
  • Kylo Ren: Grandfather I beg for your guidance.
  • -silence-
  • Kylo Ren: Help me grandfather, I need this.
  • -silence-
  • Kylo Ren: Help me grandfather... I need you.
  • -silence-
  • Kylo Ren: Help me.
  • -silence-
  • Ben: Help.
  • Anakin: Always stay close to the light my child.
  • Anakin: Hello, Ben.
I’m Not Ill pt.2 (k.th asylum!au)

//Trigger Warning and Disclaimer: mentions of mental illnesses, physical abuse, and light mentions of death. Any medical brands used are of pure fiction //

Summary: Taehyung shows you a room Jackson forgot to mention.

Words: 3 500+

You came back the next day. You didn’t get much sleep since you spent the night wondering about Taehyung. You even kept Namjoon up with you, talking to him on the phone. He knew Taehyung, but refused to talk about him. 

“Listen, Y/N. He’s really… intense. Hard to read. Whatever you call it. I’m pretty sure he’s nice. I mean, I haven’t met him yet, but from what you’ve told me, he seems like a decent guy. He just needs to recover. Uhm, get well and all that.” Namjoon told you. He hadn’t had any sleep for the past few days, and you weren’t helping. 

“But Joonie” you whined. “What did he do? Why are you all keeping secrets from me?”

“Aish, you’re so stubborn. I swear, you’ll be allowed to see the patient files after a few days. You just need to get used to your job first. Tend the patients. And remember that their history doesn’t define who they are right now. They’re getting better, okay? They’re healing.” Namjoon said, yawning at the end. 

You bit your lip, thinking about what he said. You thought about Hoseok and Yoongi, how they seemed to have nothing wrong with them. You thought about Jungkook, how he kept pacing around, as if someone’s going to pounce on him anytime. And lastly, Taehyung. His bubbly personality. His boxy smile. How he acted roughly against the guards, and vice versa. 

You could hear Namjoon continuously yawning at the other end, and decided to let him have his sleep. “Okay, Joonie. I trust you on this one.” you say before hanging up.

“Y/N!” Jackson called after you somewhere in the lounge. The first task they gave you was to man the front desk, and you have been doing that for about an hour and a half now. Luckily, it wasn’t a busy day, and no one visited yet. Which was sad, since you were sure the patients there had at least one relative who cared.

Thrilled to finally do something different for once, you rushed over to Jackson, leaving the counter to a co-worker whose name you’ve known to be Lisa. You were starting to warm up to the staff. Well, mostly to those within your age group, but that’s still a start. 

You walk over to Jackson, seeing Taehyung next to him. They were on the couch, and you noted the absence of Yoongi. Hoseok sat on the same table he was in when you met, Jungkook beside him. Even the mysterious girl wasn’t in her corner.

“Hey, Taehyung wants to hang out with you today.” Taehyung gave you a shy smile. Compared to yesterday, he looked more calm now. You smiled back at him. “Well, I want to hang out with Taehyung too.” you say as Jackson gets up. You took his place and sat beside Taehyung. 

“I’m really sorry about yesterday. Did I freak you out? I’m sorry if I freaked you out.” he rambled, eyes widening, worry evident in his features. He started nibbling on his lip. You were surprised by his sudden shift in attitude. 

You patted his shoulder and gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, Taehyung. You didn’t freak me out.” The familiar grin crept back on his face in an instant. He threw your arms around you, crushing you with a hug. 

“Ah, I knew you’d understand. And call me Tae instead. Or TaeTae. Or whatever you want to call me. We’re friends now right? Wah, I’m so happy.” He squeezed you, and your eyes almost popped out. You chuckled lightly with him, patting his back. “Okay, Tae. Just uh, loosen up the hug a bit please.”

He obliged, looking up at you, his smile never leaving his face. “What do you want to do?” he cocked his head to the side. You haven’t really thought about that. You didn’t want to play Word Search, and you weren’t too sure if they had board games, much less if that’s allowed. You didn’t want to disturb Hoseok who was trying to get Jungkook to stop chewing his sleeve. 

“Oh, I know! We can go to the garden.” Taehyung got up, dragging you with him. “We have a garden?” you asked. Jackson didn’t mention anything about having a garden. Taehyung nodded vigorously. He dragged you up the second floor, and led you to a room with a ‘Come Inside for Fun’ sign. The sign itself didn’t look official, just half a folder with the words scribbled on using marker and crayon.

Jackson had a lot of explaining to do. Maybe you just missed the room, but he did say that the first five were vacant. But you trusted Taehyung enough to not harm you. Namjoon’s words rang in your ears. 

“Their history doesn’t define who they are right now.”

“Yeah, we have a garden. I made it myself! Well, Bwi helped me, even though V was opposed to it but…” he trailed on, whispering the last part. Before you could ask any questions, he spoke up again. “Do you like it?” 

You looked around the room, your jaw dropping in awe. All signs of it being part of a mental hospital vanished, except for a sign at the side that said: ‘Play nice’. But aside from that, everything else looked more colorful. About half the room was full of drawings. 

The walls were stuck with bond paper showing different plants, mostly flowers. Some small post-its hung from the ceiling with glue. Some had short messages on them, others having more drawings. Different colored beanbags were on the floor, and there were two light pink tables on either side of the room. Each one had a cup of crayons and markers. Next to one, was a filing cabinet covered in stickers. 

“Taehyung… you did all this?” you asked, still in awe. “Most of them. Bwi helped me, and so did Jungkook, and Hobi, and I even got Yoongi-hyung to write on some of the post-its.” he beamed. You smiled widely at him. “Tae, it’s beautiful.” You smiled, truly meaning it. It was a pleasant change after seeing boring white walls all day. 

He jumped on one of the beanbags. “Wanna add more plants? I can help you make one. I’d be honored if you added to our garden.” he looked like such an energetic puppy, always looking at you as if you descended from heaven itself. “Sure.” you just felt like smiling all day. 

Suddenly, Taehyung jumped up again. “I almost forgot. Wait here.” he said, running out the door. Gingerly, you stood up again. You went to one of the walls to take a closer look at the drawings. 

They were messy, but the different colors used made it look vibrant. You could compare it to a child’s work, but that just made it more adorable.You noticed some names signed on the corner of each one. Most were Taehyung’s. The more organized drawings had Jungkook’s name on it. You saw some of Hoseok’s too, his style similar to Taehyung’s. This place just kept on surprising you. Still, you noticed an unfamiliar name, the recurring ‘Bwi’. You wanted to ask Taehyung about that, but decided to keep your questions for another time. Again, following Namjoon’s advice.

“I’m back!” Taehyung burst in, tackling you with another hug. “I brought this. It’s where I get my plants.” he gently nudged a book at you. ‘Botany: Exploring the Wonders of Nature’. If it weren’t for Taehyung, you would’ve rolled your eyes. This book brought back bad flashbacks of your science class in high school, But despite that, you took it and scanned over the pages. 

The book was rather personalized. Some of the pages had been written over with blue crayon, and most, if not, all, of the illustrations were colored in. It made you like it a hundred times more. “We found that a few months ago. I was super bored, and I had nothing to do, so I decided to make my own garden. Jackson helped us put this up.” he gestured to the whole room. So Jackson did forget to mention this.

“Anyway, just flip through the book, and tell me if you like something. Or go invent your own. You can do anything you want. I’m so glad you’re here with me Y/N!” he grabbed your hand and swayed it around, while your other hand balanced the book. “Tae, can you help me choose? They’re all really beautiful, and since you’re more experienced, I need your guidance.”

He nodded, plopping down on the floor and pulling you with him. You landed on his side, giggling. You held him upright and opened the book in front of you. Taehyung started flipping through the pages, skipping over most of the herbs and leaves. “Oh, how about this?” he pointed to a small drawing, colored over with red and black. 

“Poppy flowers?”

“Yeah! They’re really cute, we like them so much. Do you know that painting by… aish, what was his name? Van- something.”

“Van Gogh?” 

His eyes lit up at the name. “Yes! I love that! Bwi does too.” He ran his thumb over the paper and looked at you. “Well, let’s get to it then.” You couldn’t think of any reason why he was in the eighteenth room. He just seemed like a harmless child.

You decided to color on the floor. The cup of crayons was in the middle, and you were each working on your own paper. You kept passing awkward side-glances back and forth, and Taehyung just looked so cute while he colored. He even frequently peeked at your drawing, checking if you needed help.

His tongue stuck out a bit on the side. One of his legs was stretched away from you, and his head was tilted. Then, he jerked his head towards your direction. His action surprised you, and you quickly looked back at your paper. “Y/N-ah, we’re so happy! Thanks so much. Also, uh, why don’t you add more stems? And let’s add a bit of yellow!”

He moved closer to you, your shoulders touching. You colored in silence, with Taehyung occasionally saying ‘Jjang!’ and ‘Wah!’. You laughed at his silliness, and as he was scribbling in a yellow poppy, you couldn’t help but ask. 

“Tae, who’s Bwi?”

You haven’t seen all the people in the ward, and you were sure Jackson wouldn’t forget to mention a patient. So you though maybe Bwi was a nickname he gave to a nurse or to a friend. “He’s my friend. Along with V, but V doesn’t like it when I talk to other people.” he ended with a frown. 

“What? Why not?” He just confused you more. You were right about the friend part, but you haven’t seen Taehyung hanging out with anyone else aside from Jungkook or Yoongi. He just shrugged. 

“It’s done!” he said, cutting off your thoughts. He looked over at your drawing. “You’re also done?” You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. He stood up, both drawings in his hand. 

“Ah, our magnum opus, or something like that. Whatever that spider said in that one book.” he got some tape and put it on the paper. He handed your drawing to you and held his own. “Something tells me you like reading books, huh?” you grinned at him. You slowly walked by the walls, finding a spot to put your ‘plant’ on. He pointed to the center of the wall.

“Over here?” you asked. You moved over to the spot and stuck your drawing there. He then proceeded to put his beside yours. “It’s really pretty! Oh, and to answer your question, no, I don’t read. But Jungkook does. He reads to me sometimes when we’re bored.” he stood in front of you rubbing his hands together. You took his hands into yours. 

“Hey, thanks for bringing me here. I really appreciate it.” he nodded again, the boxy smile on his face. “We can always go here. You’re always welcome. And we can even drag Jungkook in here too. He’s really shy though, and it might take a while before he warms up to you, but still. You have me though!”

“Taehyung?” Yoongi stood at the doorway, squinting his eyes. He gave you a blank look and turned to Taehyung. “Hey, I need to borrow you from-”

“Y/N! This is Y/N.” he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “She’s my new friend, and she’s really nice-”

“Yes, you’ve been talking about her since last night. She looks really nice.” Yoongi rolled his eyes and grabbed Taehyung’s wrist gently. “It’s uh, meds time.” 

Taehyung made a face, and it showed nothing but pure disgust. “But I don’t want to. They can’t make me!” he pouted, crossing his arms. He looked at the floor, avoiding the older boy’s gaze. “Tae, you need to.” he said firmly. Yoongi looked at you, silently pleading for help.

“Hey, I’ll be there. I’ll accompany you.” you said in your most soothing voice. He loosened his arms a bit, but the pout was still on his face. You took his arm and slowly led him out the room. Yoongi followed behind you, his hand on Taehyung’s back. “You wouldn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of Y/N now, would you?” you heard Yoongi whisper. Taehyung weakly shook his head. 

“Kim Taehyung?” a nurse approached you. He seemed snobbish, a bored look on his face. Behind him was a cart, full of medicines and bottles of water. He held a clipboard and he was checking something off the list. Taehyung still had that look on his face. He wanted to be anywhere else but there. Medicine time was the worst for him.

“Venlaflamine, Sertione, wow, it’s a miracle that you’re here.” the nurse sneered. He took out two pills and a water bottle, and handed them to Taehyung. Taehyung just stared at it. His hands were on his sides, and he didn’t look like he was going to move any time soon. “Just take it, psycho.” The nurse hissed and shoved the bottle at him. He turned around, dragging the cart with him. 

“How about you get some manners, you-” Yoongi cut you off by placing his hand on your shoulder. “They won’t treat you any different just because you work here.” 

Just like what Jackson said. You truly hated this place, and if it weren’t for the patients, you would’ve left already. But seeing Taehyung so excited about his garden, hearing about his bond with Jungkook, and seeing how Yoongi cared for him was enough to make you stay. 

“Y/N? Mrs. Kim wants to talk to you.” You looked over to the end of the corridor, where Jackson was. “Go.” Yoongi said. “I’ll take care of Taehyung.” You took one last glance at him. He gave you a small smile and hugged you again. “See me more, okay?” he whispered softly.

With that, Yoongi led him to the lounge, while you went with Jackson to the ‘Employees Only’ room. “Is she mad or something?” you asked nervously. It was just your second day, so you couldn’t really have screwed anything up yet. And even though you were new to everything, you though you did pretty good so far. You even fixed some of the notes and papers on the front desk a while ago. 

“Good to see you, Y/N.” Mrs. Kim said. She signaled for Jackson to leave the room, shutting the door behind him. She motioned towards the seat opposite her, and you sat down. “Excuse me, did I do something wrong?” You began to fiddle with your thumbs, hoping to give you ease. 

“No, you’re doing quite well actually. It’s just that, some nurses have seen spending time with Taehyung earlier. I was also surprised, especially when he brought you to that room. Usually, only the patients enter there, and he didn’t let nurses in, unless he needed Jackson to fix something. I think it’s safe to say that he grew an attachment to you.” Mrs. Kim peered at you over her glasses. After a while of silence, you mustered up the courage to speak.

“Sorry for asking, but why is that concerning?”

“Ms. Y/L/N, you are aware that he’s in the eighteenth room, right?” you nodded.

“Good. Just remember that he was put there for a reason. And since we’re on the topic, I think it’s acceptable to disclose some of his information to you. Y/N, he has Dissociative Identity Disorder, and even some traces of Schizophrenia. Do you know how dangerous people like him could be?”

“He doesn’t look dangerous. In fact, he’s probably the most harmless person here.” you protested.

“No.” Mrs. Kim snapped. She didn’t raise her voice, but coldness was laced within her tone. “You’ll be shown his records in a few days, but until then, I advice you to be cautious around him. We never know what he could do.”

“If he’s dangerous, then why is he allowed to roam around?”

“There’s always guards for safety precautions. We don’t want to aggravate him more by locking him in his room.” With that, she nodded at you and stood up. “I really hope you consider my words.” She walked out the door, leaving you in your seat. 

You still didn’t get it. You didn’t get a lot of things for that matter. This hospital was just so secretive, and in the little time you’ve spent here, a million questions has already piled up. Someone walked in the room again, and you looked up to see that it was Jackson.

“Hey, it’s about Taehyung, isn’t it?” he asked you, brows furrowing in concern. You nodded, not really finding the will to talk. Your little discussion with Mrs. Kim had drained you mentally, and you didn’t want to hear people talk bad about Taehyung anymore. Not after seeing the state he was in. 

“I don’t fully agree with her. Personally, I think Taehyung is nice and everything, and I hate how they look at him like a walking time-bomb. But we still have to keep in mind that he’s sick, okay?” You understood his point, and you want nothing more but to help your new friend. You just didn’t know how, not with the other nurses and staff trying to pry you away from him.

“How long has he been here?” Your voice was low, soft enough that you weren’t even sure if Jackson heard you. “From what they told me, a few years.” he replied. 

A few years?!’ you thought. “And he never got better?” 

“He has some issues with the medication. And they said he often relapsed. But I think he’s going to. He will. Especially with you here. Let’s just take everything slow. I don’t want to rush him. Poor guy’s been through a lot.” you looked at him, hoping that he’d elaborate what he said, only to get a long stare in response. You sighed and got up. “I’m going to check on him.” you said, leaving Jackson behind.

You went to the lounge, but Taehyung and Yoongi weren’t there anymore. The only person to be seen was Hoseok, who was dozing off in his chair. You looked around the room, trying to find anything they might’ve left behind. Then you heard a loud smack and a startled yell. You whipped your head around to find Hoseok, awake and rubbing his head. 

“Hi.” he said sheepishly as soon as he saw you. “I fell asleep for a little while.” You gave him a small smile. “Yes, I’ve noticed. Have you, by any chance, seen Tae?”

He gave you a confused look. then yawned. “Well, they went up a while ago. Yoongi wanted to tell you that Tae needed rest, and you didn’t have to go after them.” he explained.

“Oh, well thanks for telling me.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit down. You hoped that you could talk to Taehyung more, and heck even Yoongi, just to find out what they’re actually like. “I’d also like to thank you. Thanks for spending time with him. It really means a lot. All he’s ever received was pain from these bastards.” Hoseok’s voice broke through again. 

“It’s my pleasure.” You didn’t want to imagine anyone hurting Taehyung. And based on the spite in Hoseok’s statement, you knew that you weren’t the only one who hated the place. 

                                  ‘But why wouldn’t they speak up?’ 

Speak up to who? No one would believe them. In the eyes of everyone else, they were nothing but lost causes trying to fix their broken selves. But you weren’t going to accept that. You found the reason why you were here, and it wasn’t because of family favors or money. You just wanted to cure Taehyung.

In the midst of thinking, you accidentally hit a waste basket. You scrunched your nose, starting to feel throbbing on your lower leg. You took the basket and moved it to the side, but not before catching a glimpse of a half-full water bottle, two familiar pills floating inside.

Minds and Ages (2/3)

Diana x reader (Clark is your cousin. I recommend reading the first part) PART 1

Part 1 Summary:

You meet Wonder Woman at the club you work at and end up agreeing to join the Justice League on your own terms. Diana seems interested in you, but since you are kind of oblivious, you didn’t see that until later on. You end up leaving after having a stare down with Bruce and then you run into your long lost cousin, Kal-El. This final part is going to include a fight, a super mad Superman and Wonder Woman, and you getting super injured, which will scare the life out of Kal-El (not literally). 

(A/N: This is going to be more about Clark and you. Part 3 is when all of the fluff is gonna happen with Wonder Woman. This part sets the scene for the final part, basically. Part 3 will be up tomorrow evening, so keep a heads up! Hope you enjoy!)

After I ran into Kal-El, he decided to walk with me to my apartment. I knew very well that he was angry at me and angry at himself. I knew he wanted to yell and scream at me for leaving him alone with the Kents when he was 8, but he held it in - at least until I told him to speak what was on his mind. Though, he didn’t scream at me, as much as he wanted to, he just didn’t.

He shook his head and looked up, taking a deep breath before speaking. “How could you up and leave me like that? I looked up to you as my role model and you were my best friend, but then you left. Why in the hell did you leave me? Especially when I needed your guidance and love?” He said, controlling his emotions as much as he could.

I wiped my eyes, but more tears came flooding out, just like the guilt that I had kept hidden for years. I sniffled and answered, “I promised your parents that I would let you find your own way before we were sent here, Kal-El. I-I…if it was up to me, I would have stayed. I would have never left you like that because you were basically my little brother and you still are. I forgot about the promise I made to your parents when I swore that I wouldn’t leave you, until a few days later. We were attached at the hip, so I figured I would have to leave in order for you to become who you are today. You’re a hero and I never expected any less of you. It runs in our blood.”

We stopped when we reached my building. Kal-El still had tears in his eyes and I knew he was still holding a lot of stuff back. 

I sighed and forced myself to look at him. “I deserve whatever you have to say to me. Say what’s on your mind, brother.”

He choked back a sob at my choice of words, even though that was not my intention to cause him so much pain. He breathed and glared at me, although the anger didn’t reach his eyes.

He shook his head. “You left me alone! I needed you the most, nobody else! But you let your stupid ‘I never break my promises’ get in the way of what was actually happening! I went through depression and I blamed myself for a long time, thinking that you didn’t want me! I thought that you blamed me for not rescuing my parents.” His voice lowered to a whisper as he continued, “I thought you had died. I wanted to kill myself to be wherever you were and I was only 10! I wanted my sister back.” He growled and then he flew off in a fury.

“Kal-El, I am SORRY! Please, come back to me, little brother.” I sobbed, looking up into the night sky. “Please. There is more to our story than a promise I made to your parents.” I shook my head and went into the apartment building, quickly retreating into my home. I breathed deeply to keep calm down and sat on the couch.

I already knew how our reunion was going to happen, but as much as I prepared for it, I felt completely destroyed. I left him alone to fend for himself. I wasn’t there when he needed my love and support. He even thought I had died and he blamed himself for that.

And I wasn’t there when he needed his cousin. His best friend. His sister.

That night, I ended up falling asleep on my couch in an uncomfortable position, being too tired to change it.


I woke up still on my couch, but I was now laying down and had a blanket over me. I never sleepwalked, so I was momentarily confused until I felt a familiar energy that belonged to none other than Kal-El. He wasn’t in my apartment, but he was flying around the area.

I sat up, pulling the blanket off of me, before standing up and stretching. After I was done, I noticed a note on my coffee table.

It read, “Y/N, my cousin. My sister. You may have abandoned me when I was young, but the love you always showed me carried on through me. I’m still hurt and angry at you, but I’ve also missed you so much. I was just shocked last night since it was all so sudden. I am not forgiving you yet, but I just wanted to show you that I do care. The Justice League wants to meet you at 2:30 pm today at the Wayne manor. Please, be there. There’s a threat wandering the streets and we need you now, more than ever.”

I smiled in a sad way. I was excited to meet my team, but I was sad about him not forgiving me. Yet. I walked to my room, got dressed, and then headed out on my journey to Bruce Wayne’s mansion.


As soon as I arrived, I was led inside and to the room that the Justice League members were in. I smiled at Bruce’s old man.

“Thank you, Alfred.” I said in appreciation. He grinned a little and nodded at me.

“Welcome to your new team, miss Y/L/N.” He said and then led me into the room. Everyone that was there stopped doing what they were doing and looked at me.

Diana came up and put a gently hand on my shoulder as she introduced me to the team. “Everybody, this is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, this is Barry, Hal, Bruce, Arthur, Victor, and Clark.” I smiled in greeting at everyone, but Kal-El ignored my gaze.

A few minutes passed with the greetings, before Bruce cleared his throat, catching all our attention. “Alright, we have a serious problem on the streets that needs to be dealt with immediately. This metahuman has kryptonite, so Y/N and Clark - be careful out there as much as you can. His weakness is concrete. So for this mission and this mission only, I give you permission to tear up the damn streets. Alright? Now get ready and let’s go, because he’s at the airport waiting for us.

We all hurried to our changing stations. Kal-El, or Clark, was still ignoring my presence, so I gave him space until we arrived at the airport. We were standing in a stand-off, just staring our enemy and his goons.

I turned to Clark and sighed. “I know you may not forgive me for a long time, but I love you and I care a lot about you, so be careful as much as you can.” I left out the part that I had a very good feeling that one of us wasn’t going to make it out of here, even though this asshole wasn’t as dangerous as most of the villains they’ve faced.

He turned to me, but before he could say anything, the battle began. We charged as a team into the battle and fought our way to this prick that called himself Mal. As I was busy fighting 10 guys at once, I managed to glance at how Clark was doing and I saw that he was pouring through them as if they were nothing which made me proud. But then I saw Mal aiming this glowing green gun at Clark, pulling the trigger without hesitation when he saw that Clark’s back was turned. I knew that the bullet was made of kryptonite, so I did the only thing I knew owed to Clark.

“Kal-El!” I shouted.

He didn’t hear me.

So I ran at him super fast, though things seemed to move in slow motion. I pushed him out of the way in time as the bullet passed through my chest, just missing my heart. But that didn’t matter because the bullet got stuck in my chest and exploded, sending green gas throughout my body, making me choke and gasp, fighting for air as much as I could.

“Y/N!” I heard Diana scream. “Oh, gods no! Clark, she needs help! Take her to back to the mansion, we’ve got this. We will be there soon, just get her to safety, please!”

He nodded as he thought the same thing, sending a deadly glare in Mal’s direction before picking me up and flying me away, resisting the little bit of weakness that the kryptonite caused him as it flowed out of me. In a few seconds, we were in the living room of Bruce’s manor.

Clark held me as tears gathered in his eyes. “Y/N-El Y/L/N! Don’t you dare give up on me!” He said as my eyes started closing. “You promised that you would be here for me! Please, you’re the only family I have left! Don’t leave me again.” He begged, slowly rocking me. He ran his hands through my hair as I weakly smiled at him, tears flowing down my cheeks.

“I-I am sorry, Kal-El. I have failed you, but I love you, little brother.” I gasped, using the last ounce of my strength to rip my necklace off of me and give it to him.

“Take good care of it, brother. I l-love y-you.” I breathed in the last breath I could muster up before I let it go. My eyes then showed nothing as Clark cried out, begging me to come back.

He grabbed my face and shook me a little bit, panicking and denying that I left him again. “Y/N, PLEASE!” He yelled, crying his eyes out. “You said you wouldn’t leave me, girl.” He let out a cry while he looked up and screamed.

“You promised me, Y/N.” He continued sobbing.

“You promised…”

(A/N: I may be being a little bit dramatic, but I actually teared up a little bit while writing this. Hope you enjoyed it though! The next and final part will be fluff with Diana and forgiveness between you and Clark.)

Who knows what I’m doing,
And who knows where I’m going,
I put my faith in the wrong god,
And now my reckoning has come,
I must learn again,
How to live and how to love,
Won’t you teach me? 
Won’t you show me the way?
I need your guidance,
But not your sway, 
Let me think for myself,
Let me learn the hard way,
I am just a kid,
And there is so much to see,
Don’t stand in my way.
—  i’m drunk and writing anyway // this is how i feel without a filter