and before you ask how many colours have you dyed your hair the answer is all of them

Jewel In The Crown (M)

florist!kihyun, 15.1k, he knows what beautiful is but he’s also a bit jealous and has shitty friends

warning: smut (kihyun is a virgin, his first time, oral for both, slightly dom!kihyun i guess??)

“You look really nice by the way…Ignore that. You look beautiful. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”

Originally posted by wonhontology

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Interrupted

Title: Interrupted  

Words: 2,339      

Warnings: Suicide + Self Harm Mention

A/N:  My first request! Sorry if it took too long to get to the point, but i hope you enjoyed it! Thank you for the request xxx (If you notice any mistakes please feel free to let me know so i can correct them!)

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The Green Earth

pairing: Ivar x Reader

fandom: vikings

request:  Hey, me again, because your writing is obviously amazing I was wondering if I can have a Viking imagine with Ivar? I was thinking one where the reader is from the future and has dyed hair (maybe green or blue) and Ivar finds her in the woods and he’s just so in love with their hair and maybe they fall for each other?? Idk it’s up to you but I just had that thought in my head for a while and I think you’d be the best to write it. If you do decide to write it thank you 💙💙💙

@nekodemon73 @kumpmk @bookswillfindyouaway @mads—world @sugakookiexx


The boy was staring right at you, his blue eyes reflecting the sunlight like the shimmering ocean in the evening sun. One look at him told you there was trouble coming your way. 

“Are you one of the elves?” He watched with fascination and you noticed him staring at your hair. Green may be an odd choice for a hair colour but it was not that unusual. 

“What are you talking about?" 

He started crawling towards you, the leaves rustling underneath him as he dragged his body along. He didn’t move his legs, you noticed, or maybe he couldn’t. With one seemingly easy movement his body was on top of yours, pushing you down into the ground. His hand moved to your hair and he ran his fingers through it, lightly twirling them around before letting go. 

"Can you heal my legs? With your magic?” His eyes bore into yours again as he spoke. The intensity left you unable to look anywhere but him. 

“I…I don’t know who you think I am but I can’t do what you ask." 

A rustling sound to your left makes you whip your head around. Another one, you think to yourself and watch as steps closer. The guy on top of you right now had surprised you for many reason but this one actually scared you. The sword hanging from his hips was part of it. His surprise was better hidden but he too, was staring at you. 

"Ivar what…?" 

The weight on top of you is lifted as he sits up and suddenly wraps his arms around you. 

"Don’t even think about it Ubbe, she’s mine. I found her." 

You were going to protest. That was not how things worked and you certainly didn’t belong to anyone. Ubbe spoke up for you before you had to utter a word.

 "You can’t claim people for yourself like that, Ivar.” He looked amused, clearly used to this kind of behaviour, “Though we should take her back, she looks lost.”

 For lack of a better option and being given no choice in the matter at all, you followed the two. You couldn’t quite trust your eyes when you reached the city though. It looked straight out of the movies and not at all like the little hometown you had grown up in. There was a severe lack of cars for starters and too many chickens roaming the streets. 

Maybe you were having a very vivid, weird dream. Maybe not? Since there was not much you could do either way, thinking about the situation too much seemed unnecessary. You’d figure it out eventually. 

You got the feeling Ivar was quite used at the stares of other people, though this time they were not directed at him. You heard the whispers, strange and confused looks all around you. It was an odd feeling, not something you enjoyed very much. This whole place was weird to you but to everyone else you must have looked like the odd one out. 

You reached a house further away from the crowd where Ivar set down on a bench in front. You followed him, not wanting to leave his side. His presence made you feel safer, maybe just because he had been the first person you met but nonetheless. Ubbe was talking to someone else and when the other guy came over, steeping way too close for your comfort and reached out his hand, you scurried away, clutching the front of Ivar’s shirt while burying your face against his chest. 

“Looks like you scare her brother." 

"Me?” He answered a bit hurt but stepped back, “That’s a new one." 

You felt Ivar’s hand patting your head and looked up to meet his eyes. 

"I’ll keep you safe." 

The words didn’t feel familiar coming from his mouth. He hadn’t thought to ever say them or someone even wanting to hear it. He had always been the center of attention, and not in a god way. Something about the scared girl turning to him for help made him want to protect her from all of it. His heart was beginning to beat faster the longer he looked but he couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away.

Angel Eyes

Summary: An angel/demon AU featuring demon!Bucky and angel!Reader based on this request:

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Religious imagery, probably some blasphemy, language, unprotected (graphic) sex

Word Count: 2,915

A/N: Ask and ye shall receive. I kinda got carried away with this one. I do hope it’s okay? (.gif has nothing to do with the story. I just like staring at it)


Originally posted by gothicclownqueen


What happens when an angel knocks up a demon? You get a devilishly handsome half-breed with angelic charm and passion like hellfire running through his veins—you get me. Maybe I’m not as impressive as Lucifer, I didn’t fall from grace, I didn’t cut off my wings to spite my father—I never had wings—but I am more impressive than other demons. I’m stronger, smarter…just overall, I’m better. My unique position comes with perks from Luci, but jeers from full-blood demons. They say I’m not pure, that I have a disgusting heavenly glow about me. They say I don’t belong in Hell.

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Bellamy Blake Imagine: Easy Choice

Requested by @jazminwinchester

Summary: Reader has feelings for Bellamy and gets into fight with Clarke, because she likes him as well. Next morning, she tells him, that he has to choose between them. Later that day, she walks in Clarke and Bellamy kissing and upset leaves camp. Out in the woods she is attacked by grounders, but is saved by Bellamy. Once they return to the camp, he tells her that he has chosen her, not Clarke and reader takes some time to process it.

Word Count: 3306


Originally posted by whateverbellamy

“You are an angel, Y/N, you know that?” I laughed at Bellamy’s compliment, “But, really, thank you.”
“You are welcome,” I smiled at him.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a drabble with Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon out on a dangerous mission when Obi becomes unable to walk (as well as speak)? Got myself hurt recently and could use the fluff. <3

Just the thing I needed - I was feeling bogged down (it’s a pun, you’ll see later) with my FFN stories, since I’ve written like mad recently, so this was very fun to do. Not quite what you asked for exactly, perhaps, but I felt like more angst-fluff than h/c-fluff. If you wanted a shot-glass of trope, anon, here you have it.


Conversations With Flora

Every seasoned Jedi Master has carried his or her padawan before. It is not a question of why, but when; as well-trained as Jedi younglings are, they are still exactly that when they become apprentices - younglings.

Younglings trip over their own feet. Can be overconfident, shy, naïve; all inevitably resulting in injuries, minor or major (though with the occupational hazards of being Jedi, too often the latter) that require, in the end, the master carrying the apprentice.

Regardless of how much blood said master might be losing in the process.

Carrying your apprentice, Qui-Gon decides, is all well and good - but if your padawan is now technically a young man of twenty-one standard, the task becomes decidedly more difficult.

Two hours into his determined slog across swampy country to get himself and his padawan back to civilisation, Qui-Gon decides to make conversation with the local flora, simply to get his attention off the blood that drips off Obi-Wan’s fingers, running down the arm that hangs limply over Qui-Gon’s shoulder.

Perhaps his present inclinations are a side-effect of the blaster shot that clipped his left side. Anyhow, the hastily-bound wound seems to have pumped his brain with enough endorphins that it seems quite normal to chat with the plants, now. They certainly shine even brighter in the Living Force than they usually do.

“He’s quite capable, you know,” Qui-Gon begins, conversationally, nodding at a patch of moss as he staggers past. “He only smashed his head against that rock pushing me out of the way. You’d think he’d have seen it, though. Not too bright, then - though capable.”

He grunts as he shifts his padawan’s deadweight further up onto his back. Obi-Wan shifts, minutely, a moan rising up through a jaw bound tight with bacta-wraps.

The patch of moss is a little further behind, now, so Qui-Gon picks a patch of soggy heather as his next new acquaintance. And then when that too has passed by, he finds a dying tree. Or a field of reeds, or a muddy vine.

“Why do young men weigh so much?”

“You’d think he’d be awake by now, wouldn’t you?” A panting, raspy chuckle. “He’s always making jokes at the expense of my poor knees - owwaaaargh - and look, they’re popping like a midsummer bonfire right now.”

“Blasted brat. I’ll have him run through every kata he knows from Shii-Cho through to advanced Ataru for this.”

“You have lovely petals. Green and gold. I once knew a Jedi with eyes that exact colouration…”

Qui-Gon’s left boot slips in a patch of mud, and it nearly sends them both tumbling down into the mire, all sweat and blood and gritted teeth, determination and the Force doing what a normal human body cannot.

He trudges on, watching his padawan’s blood drip to the sodden ground by his boots with each step.

He trudges faster.

Obi-Wan’s heartbeat against his back, weakening and speeding up all at once…blood loss…

The next stage of hypovolemia, of course, would present as a decrease in urinary production. Unfortunately, Obi-Wan is unlikely to be able to answer if he has felt any pressing need of the ‘fresher in the past few hours. Qui-Gon chuckles at the thought, more a gasping wheeze than anything. His grime-streaked hair lashes his face with each step.

Qui-Gon eventually stops talking to the plants.

When he finally keels over, he remembers at the last moment to tilt his shoulders slightly so Obi-Wan rolls onto the muddy ground.

The gloom surrounds them both, now, though the swamp has never felt more alive; the Force is soaked in every blade of grey grass and every twisted vine. Qui-Gon presses his face into the fog-slick ground, and breathes it in.

When he passes out, it is with two fingers pressed to Obi-Wan’s wrist, feeling for the stuttering pulse there.


Qui-Gon wakes to the world of different-textured white that is every medcentre room, and promptly rips off his cardiac monitor leads in an effort to get to his apprentice.

Wherever he is.

Where is he?

Qui-Gon cannot sense him. Panic. Terror. Complete, un-Jedi-masterly horror. And he had taught Obi-Wan so many times to focus on the present.

Please let it be the drugs. Yes, that must be it - potent painkillers tend to dull the Force.

It must be. The alternative is unacceptable.

The med droid shrieks at him. The words do not register above the wailing alarm of the cardiac monitor.

A Togruta orderly rushes in, stares at him. Mouths something.

Eventually the words skip across the tumbled neural bridges of his mind and register.

Your son is in a bacta tank, sir.

“A bacta tank?” Qui-Gon slurs, blinking. There was something not quite right about what the orderly said. He cannot quite figure out what, though.

“Yes,” the orderly says, placatingly, leading him back to the beeping bed. “I’ll get someone to tell you when he’s out. From what I know, he’s going to be fine.”

Qui-Gon stares at him through the shreds of the Force, and decides that the orderly is not lying.

“How?” Qui-Gon mumbles as he is pushed pliantly back into his own bed.

“You have a son with a heart of gold,” the orderly says, smiling at him with a row of sharp Togruta teeth. “Word is he was found on the outskirts of the city - by the looks of your cloak, he’d dragged you quite a ways. Don’t know how he managed it, really, with how severely injured he was. At least he had the sense to re-bind his head wound before continuing.”

An echo, in the Force; of a cloak twisting in raw hands, a pounding headache and burning thirst so awful that tears start in his eyes - whose eyes? and endless, slippery mud, with the Force singing louder and louder and sweat and blood dripping down a clean-shaven chin, a padawan braid heavy with grime-

Oh.

“Good boy,” Qui-Gon mumbles as he decides to answer the call of the Force and faint again.


Qui-Gon next wakes to the sensation of a small nebula in the Force, two paces to his right.

He cracks open an eyelid and glances over. Obi-Wan, deathly-pale, but tucked securely into the bed beside Qui-Gon’s; his force signature flickers with a regenerating flame.

Qui-Gon closes his eyes again, and relaxes. All is right in the world again.

The ‘cycled air is awfully cold on his face, though.

He reaches up to rub his beard, and meets the smooth skin of his chin.

Qui-Gon freezes.

They’d shaved him.

The mental image of Obi-Wan’s reaction should he wake and see is quite enough to make Qui-Gon wish his facial hair would grow faster.

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Ah, it’s always lovely to go back to one of the the original roots of fanfic and write something like this. thanks for the prompt, anon!

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Mr. Lester

summary: ‘He’s tall, sweet, great with kids, and he can sing. What’s better than that?’ Dan’s son is in choir, and his teacher is a lot more than he was expecting. 
genre: Fluff
word count: 2.8k
TW: swearing, mentions of death (teeny tiny) 
excerpt: ‘Hey, Dan. Like I said before, you’re probably sick of seeing notes being sent home, but I hope you’ll like this one XD. 0345 527 586, Call me <3 -Mr. Lester’
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Acrylic Payments

Summary: (prompt) Phil has his own art shop where Dan works in at the weekend in exchange for kisses (Dan won’t admit this, though).

Genre: fluff, art hoe!phil/punk!dan au

Word Count: 990

Warnings: none

Author’s Note: thanks to starlighthowell for introducing me to this au which i’m now completely obsessed with. I might write another one sometime but for rn this is just something short and sweet. 

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One Last Time - Tadashi Hamada x Reader

And there’s no more awkward silences between them - more like, comfortable silences. Every second that passes when they’re together, a silence will fill the air and their bodies, their beating hearts and souls will do the talking for them.

When they share this room and this bed, there’s light years that lies in between them. Neither of them can find the way back. They’ll keep it that way.

“Some ends are not goodbyes - but releases.” — Beau Taplin

Based on One Last Time by Ariana Grande. 

Word Count: 8,165k 

Fandom: Big Hero 6

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Coffee

Originally posted by jkguks

Group: BTS
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Reader
Rating: Fluff
Prompt: Ending up in the big city, the chance of running into a childhood friend is small. The chance of running into a childhood friend that happens to be an idol now is even smaller. That’s why you couldn’t quite believe your eyes when you saw your childhood friend entering the coffee shop you just started working at.
Word count: 2 735

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If you’re curious about what else I’m working on other than “The God Key.” Some of you know about ‘X Marks The Spot.” I’ve linked the first bit. Picture: Lucille Wolverton and Diana Michaels.

Diana awoke the next morning to an empty bed and a dry mouth. She rubbed her hands over her face, staring up at the expansive white ceiling. White silk sheets cool against her skin, crisp white pillows. The memories were, for a second, overwhelming. The panic followed quickly as she grabbed at her memories of last night. 

Lucille crawling into bed next to her, Lucille brushing her hair out of her eyes with an undeniable smirk on her face at the fact that Diana had actually changed the colour back for her. Diana’s arms around her waist and- and nothing. They’d done nothing. Why did Lucille’s mere presence have to make her feel like she was cheating on Isabella?

Isabella. She fumbled for her phone from the bedside table and - no phone. She jolted to get out of bed, scrambled down to the kitchen to get her bag.

Her phone lay charging on the counter. 

Lucille and Tristan were both dressed, making omelettes. The kitchen sizzled with the smell of smoked paprika and frying oil. Sunlight streamed in through the window to pick them out like the perfect couple in a movie, wrapped around each other. 

“Three missed calls and two texts,” Lucille said. She didn’t look over. 

“She hasn’t read them, don’t worry,” Tristan added. “I took the liberty of changing your password when I got in last night.”

How had he even guessed her password to change it in the first place? Diana blinked, blindsided. Then again, if this was someone Lucille chose to marry, perhaps she shouldn’t be blindsided at all.

He set down the spatula he was poking the eggs with, to pick up a pen and scrawl a few digits down on the corner of the Daily Mail. He shoved the newspaper in her direction as she cradled her phone protectively in her hands. 

“Thanks,” she said. A little automatically.

“I wasn’t actually going to do anything.” Lucille rolled her eyes, giving her husband a look. Tristan laughed and kissed her head.

“You were going to phone back, coy as anything. Hi Isabella! Di’s a bit tied up right now – can I take a message?”

“I wouldn’t be that obvious, prick.”

“You two both know an unnerving amount about my life.” Diana’s insides turned with unease but Tristan only laughed again. She keyed in the passcode and made a note to change it as soon as possible. 

“Just because you boycott all possible forms of social media, that doesn’t mean your girlfriend and the people around you do,” he said. “We were curious about you.”

 “The fact that stalking your wife’s ex is a hobby for you both as a couple is seriously disturbing.” She clicked open her messages.

 ‘Is everything okay?’

‘The police were here – call me.’

 Diana’s throat clenched tight, her insides washing with cold.


“Ah, but you’re not the ex,” Tristan said. “You’re the one that got away.”

She didn’t reply, her fingers already flying over the keys to Isabella’s number, before she hesitated. If she talked to Isabella, she would want answers. Reassurances. She’d have too many questions that Diana couldn’t answer without ruining everything good she’d managed to build for herself. 

“Trouble in paradise?” Lucille asked.

Her head jerked up from her messages to find them both watching her again. She hesitated, and Tristan rolled his eyes. 

“So much secrecy,” he said. “You should know better, Miss Michaels.” He plucked some plates out the cupboard, while Lucille gathered the cutlery out of the drawer. 

“The police were at my house,” she said once he was in the next room setting the breakfast table.

“Why?” Lucille asked. 

“I don’t know! Did you talk to Tristan yet?”

“It’s not him. Although if you keep sending him out of the room it’s probably going to start being him ruining your life very soon. Call your girlfriend and find out what happened, I don’t care if you have to lie.”

Diana stared at her in utter disbelief – because how could she possibly tell some stranger, even Lucille’s husband, what had happened? She couldn’t even tell Isabella. Or anyone. Ever. “Got the same hobbies as you, does he?”


“With some variations on the theme. Call your girlfriend, invite her here. I’ve been dying to meet her.”

Diana froze. “What?” 

“You heard me. Kiss kiss, Di. You owe me a favour if you want my help – well, I want to meet the woman who turned you on the not so straight but very narrow.”

“She has work, she can’t just cross the country and – and –“

Lucille raised her brows. “ Unless you prefer I call her?” Lucille flashed a smile and sprinkled some salt onto the omelette. She took it off the hob and moved into the dining room after her husband.  “Come along, dear. You must be famished.”

More than one secret

🌸 PART TWO (2) | (1)

Originally posted by kkngie

Characters: Reader X Changkyun, some other members along the way

Genre: fluff and a lil angst

Length: 1498 words

Warning(s): just some swearing

Summary: When you thought life couldn’t get any more dull, an old acquaintance makes a sudden appearance and changes the course of it.


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Life in Colour

summary: you’re a photographer, Namjoon doesn’t believe in soulmates, and you’re finally seeing life in colour (based on this song)

genre: Soulmate AU (angstier than prince zuko) 

word count: 7853

A/N: this was so hard to write, but I enjoyed writing it nonetheless! I honestly still don’t know how I feel about it (esp. the ending), but oh well. Hope you like it!! 

Originally posted by jeonjam

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anonymous asked:

could i request a vampire!tae smut where he bites the oc ouo? thank you!

Love Me (Bite Me)

Summary: you don’t want him to, but he does – but you can’t say you totally hates it (vampire!au)


“Wait, what?

Please?” Taehyung pleads, eyes wide as he pouts.

“Wait, wait, wait. Rewind. You said you… wanna bite me?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Taehyung nods. “Why?”

“Because it seems sexy,” he replies, wiggling his eyebrows, biting down on his lip to suppress a grin, fangs on full show.

“Weren’t you the one who said there was no way in hell you’d turn me, even if I was on the brink of death? What, did you change your mind?”

“Oh! No, no, no, no, no. I still stand by that. I mean, I won’t lie. The idea of getting a taste of you is pretty tempting, because you smell delicious, love, but that’s not what I mean. I mean, I just wanna… bite you. No fangs.” You raise an eyebrow.

“As in, in like a… kinky way.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Taehyung shrugs, the corners of his lips lifted in a smile. “So? Will you let me bite you?”

“We’ll see.”

(Somewhere at the other side of the house, Yoongi rolls his eyes, muttering something along the lines of, “we should’ve never let him date a human.”)

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Misunderstanding (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Well, well, well, what can I say? My very first post here…How exciting! I hope y’all enjoy this… Requests are currently opened so feel free to drop an ask! <3

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New York city was even busier on work days, believe it or not. The rush usually reached its peak by lunch time.

The echoes of your high heels hitting the sidewalk were drowned out by the buzzing city around you. Your pace was quickened, along with the mass of people you walked across the street when the light turned green.

You kept your purse close to your side, along with the documents you carried pressed to your chest. You stopped near a map of the Big Apple – you were still relatively new to the city, and getting lost was the last thing on your list since your boss would hold it against you forever.

Briefly scanning the map you found a nice place to grab lunch and rushed to it without a second thought.

The small bell chimed as you opened the door and stepped it. The warm air tickled your cheeks, your mouth watering from the smell of cupcakes and fresh bread.

Looking around, you stood in line: the place was relatively small, but unlike so many things in the city – it wasn’t modern. Heavy wooden chairs and tables stood all around you, paintings of flowers and dancing women hung on the pleasantly coloured walls.

Your phone buzzed, making you look down and search your small purse in order to find the electronic object. Yanking it out and pressing ‘Answer’ you pushed it to your ear.

“Hello?” Was the first thing to come out of your mouth.

“Hey, (Name)!” The bubbly voice of your co-worker greeted your ears “You out to get lunch now?” She asked.

“Yeah, I’m actually waiting in line now-“ Your voice ended with a  crack, your hand accidentally pushing the man in front of you.

Slowly, he tilted his head to see behind him, and you gave him an apologetic smile. Snapping your head to the back you glared at the teenage girl who pushed you.

“Sorry..” She shrugged.

“Oi, you okay?” The voice in your phone chirped.

“Yeah, yeah…” You uttered, turning back “Some girl accidentally pushed me.” You explained.

“Happens all the time” She reassured “At least it was an accident – see this Thursday I was at a restaurant with Clyde, you know Clyde from work, and some jerk straight up bumped into me and didn’t even say sorry! I was about to throw a-“

“Monica, did you want something?” You noted the queue getting smaller and smaller “My turn is about to be up-“

“Ah, yes, could you get me a salad? I’m really hungry” She began “See Tom, you know Tom my superior, gave me this big pile of paperwork to fill in so I have to sacrifice my lunch hour.” A sigh “Please, please please! In reality you can get me anything, all that matters is that it’s edible.” You cracked a smile at her laugh “Okay? Okay! Love you!”

Beep beep beep

“-And what would your girlfriend like?” The energetic female by the counter asked the man you accidentally pushed.

“My….girlfriend?” He asked, clearly confused. He seemed to look around, “I d-“

“Yes, that pretty girl standing behind you!” The cashier clarified and you nearly dropped your phone. The man turned to fully look at you, and you nearly dropped your phone again.

Rye blond hair was hiding beneath a dark blue baseball hat, sky blue eyes looking at you confused. He was much taller than you, how you didn’t notice this at first you weren’t sure, wearing only a simple dark hoodie and jeans. And well-built too holy-and that jaw! That jaw, oh my god you felt like it could cut you.

Your cheeks heated slightly as you fought the urge to stare like an idiot and finally looked away. His look soon morphed into embarrassment, his irises sweeping you up and down and he quickly turned back to the cashier.

“She’s n-“

“See we have a discount for couples – if you buy both buy number two you get number three for free and a blueberry cupcake as a gift” She smiled, ignoring the awkwardness that settled in the shop.

The man cleared his throat.

“Sorry, Miss, but—“

“Yes, we’ve been dating for over a year now, is it that obvious?” You giggled, stepping in “We’ll have two number two’s, please” Sending a warm smile the cashiers way you prayed to God that the man doesn’t think you’re out of your mind. “You could use an extra meal, sweetheart” you finished, your words directed to the mystery man by your side.

“Right, now I’ll need you to tell me a cute moment shared between you two” The cashier chimed.

“Huh?” The man flabbergasted.

“A cute moment?” You fake smiled “Oh, well we have plenty of those, don’t we honey!” You continued to rant on “Well, uhm, when we just started dating he took me out to this Italian restaurant  where we, ugh, had a, a total blast” You nearly smacked yourself . Making stuff up on the spot was not your forte “He uhm, got me this bracelet!” You stuck out your wrist, showing the thin golden chain off “As a gift! The evening was lovely.” You finished awkwardly. The woman nodded happily, going to prepare your order.

Inhaling, you looked up to find him staring at you utterly lost. You have a lame smile.

“Sorry for putting you on the spot like that.” You said “See my friend really wants to eat lunch but can’t so I just thought-“

“No need to apologize, Miss.” He shook his head, a timid smile forming on his lips. You gulped, looking away.

Wait a minute… you thought, frowning softly Doesn’t he look…Oddly familiar?

“Uhm, this might be a bit weird…” You spoke again, gaining his attention “But have I met you before?”

His face immediately dyed itself red.

“Alright!” The woman behind the counter returned with your orders, placing them near the cash register “That’ll be 10.99$” She checked in, her friendly eyes travelling from you to the man expecting.

“Oh, right.” The man quickly murmured, taking out his wallet.

“Nonsense, I’ll pay,-“ only now did you realize you had yet to catch his name “-hun” you hurriedly added, also searching for money.

“My treat, darling” He said lightly, paying for the meal whilst you tried to fight the urge to squeal. The way he said it! So simply, so smoothly!-

“Here’s your change!” The cashier chirped “Make sure to come back tomorrow! Our deal doesn’t end till January!” She called after you, as the two of you were stepping out the door.

The loud honks of cars and chatter of people greeted your ears, the chilly wind blowing your hair and making you hook a loose strand behind your ear so it wouldn’t smack you in the face.

“Right, how much money do I owe you?” You asked, standing a bit further away from the street to not block traffic.

“Like I said, “ He gave you the free meal and cupcake “-it’s my treat.” He smiled. You stared at him.

“What-no, no, I’ll pay, just tell me how much” You insisted.

“Alright, alright” He sighed in defeat “What’s your name?”

“(Name)” You told without a second thought.

“Steve” He introduced “So, (Name), how about you repay me next time?”

You blinked.

“Next time?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Uhm, well, the cashier said the deal only ends in January-“ He quickly explained himself.

“Oh!” You awed, releasing a laugh “Sorry, I looked like I was about to fight you, or something” You shook your head playfully “I’m still new to New York and I have received a number of invites to grab a bite but catcallers aren’t really my thing and I just-“ You shifted in place awkwardly “you know- my reaction was a bit uncalled for…”

“I completely understand if you don’t want to-“

“No, no” You waved hurried “I’d go. For free food. I like free food.” Your eyes swept him up and down “And you don’t seem like a creep so I don’t think pretending to be a couple would hurt.”

“Right” He cracked a smile “I’ll see you around then?” You grinned, nodding.

Turning on your heel, you pressed the food and papers closer to yourself taking in an excited breath. Your stomach felt full of butterflies, your heart releasing nervous sputters. Taking the first steps you suddenly stopped, wanting to hit yourself.

“Wait!” You called, turning back to Steve whose back was already retreating. With a rushed step you caught up to him. He gazed at you surprised “I forgot to ask for your number” You grinned, awkwardly.

“I’m an idiot” He admitted.

“Seems like the both of us are.”

After exchanging numbers and saying goodbye for the last time, you made sure to sprint to your office before you had a heart attack.

~*~

Monica was sitting by her desk overfilled with papers, suddenly jumping when you were in sight.

“There you are!” She exclaimed “What took you so long? Lunch is nearly over-“ Her voice died down, her eagle like eyes examining your complexion “Why are your cheeks red? Did you run here?”

You nodded, dumbly. Setting the food down, you threw yourself on your chair and sighed heavily, relaxing into the comfortable seat. Your feet were hurting from the heels, arms heavy from carrying so many things.

“How far were you?” She questioned, opening her box “Uuu! Cesar salad!” She clapped her hands happily.

“Just…” You took a moment to catch your breath “Around the corner…”

“Why run then?” She continued questioned, taking a bite out of her food.

“I got a bit…” You searched for a good explanation. Coming out empty of excuses, you took your meal and decided to tell the truth “-I met this guy.”

Bump

Curiously looking at your co-worker, you found her staring at you wide eyed, her food dropped on the table and pieces of salad adoring Toms beloved papers.

“Tell. Me. Everything.” She said seriously, stressing each word. You bit your lip to hide the smile that was making its way on your face.

“Well…” You thought for a moment “Okay!” shoving your food to the side, you fully turned to her “So, his name is Steve. Really, and I do mean, really handsome. Blond hair, blue eyes – a true American dreamboat “ You had no idea how true your statement was “He works out…And he is so polite, and sweet and charming, and his voice is so smooth-“

“Girls, girls!” Another co-worker that seemingly appeared out of nowhere hurriedly turned on the TV “Captain America is on the news!” She announced.

“Captain America?!” Monica tuned in in an instant.

You figured the conversation was over for now, so getting back to your food you took a huge bite, rolling your eyes up to watch the news.

You nearly choked.

It’s him! You screeched in your head, you heart hammering in your chest.

Oh my God, oh my God-

Oh my god!” You exclaimed.

///The Next Day///

You found him waiting by the same shop you two agreed to meet up.

Taking in a deep breath, you approached him. As soon as your eyes met you couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey” He said, breathless.

“Hello” You greeted “Captain.” His face turned sour, and he frowned softly. Looking to the side, he scratched the back of his neck.

“So you know, huh…”

“Now, now, don’t pout, darling” You continued, making his surprised blue eyes stare at you “We have to think what story of our dating we feed the cashier today.”

You watched the look on his face morph into amusement and he cracked a small smile.

“How about…” He fake thought for a second “About that time when we first met and scheduled a date but forgot to exchange numbers?”

“A date?” You raised a brow “I remember it being a mutual agreement.” For a second he seemed lost “But, I guess I never really minded it being a date.”

And that’s when the world lit up with his beautiful smile and your lungs suddenly felt a loss of oxygen.

“I think that story will do nicely.” He said, motioning for you to follow him inside the bakery.

He’s not that bad *Requested*

“Hey I was wondering if you could do Michael imagine where he is like a punk outcast in school and in love with a reader and they get paired up for a project and she realizes how sweet and funny he actually is? Thank you! :)”

Words: 2255
Warnings: None
Pairing: Michael x reader
Requested: Yes

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Random Shit Part 6

Random Shit Part 6

I’M BACK BITCHES!

Hi everyone! I’ve been gone from this account for so long and I know there have been going on so much lately with Zayn quitting the band and all the Little mix promotion, but I’m going to explain everything NOW.

Zayn Quitting + The Paris Trip

As we all know Zayn has quit One Direction (I’m crying inside). His reason was that he just simply wanted to be a ’’’’’’’ normal 22-year old’’’’’’’ and that he was tired of touring around and stuff. Well as we all know he isn’t being a normal 22 year old lad because he still has management people following him around. ANYWAYS this is not about Zayn quiting the band it’s more about what happened WHEN he did it. So right, after Zayn quit the band he went to Paris with his family and… dndndn… PERRIE. And just to prove that they were together Perrie had the perfect opportunity to post loads of selfies and pictures of her and Zayn.

The weird part is with this picture above is that Waliyha posted the same exact photo a few minutes after Perrie uploaded it. Another weird thing is that the time in Paris when the photos were uploaded were 3 AM. Who is awake at 3 AM and starts posting pictures AT THE SAME GOD DAMN TIME?  My money is on that modest posted the photos on both the accounts or Perrie and Waliyha just happened to post the same photo at the same almost exact time (which happens in RARE cases) 3AM in the morning.

And then doniya started posted pictures on her instagram 3AM in the morning as well. But the weird part is, I just went through her instagram account and this photo isn’t there anymore. She deleted it.

Anywho, All these photos were released when Little mix had an announcement about making a new music video.

We have all acknowledged that getting Zerrie photos on Perrie’s account when Little Mix have an announcement is NOT a coincidence and has happened before.

Other weird things is that a few days later “paparazzi” photos started to get released. We all know that it’s forbidden to have paparazzis in France snapping pictures of celebrities but we still got photos of them.

Look at the watermarks on the photo above this text, it says XPOSURE PHOTOS and If you guy’s don’t know what that is, here is a photo to clarify that

Modest obviously hired people to take photos of them and then SOLD them to XPOSURE and other sites just to make a fortune AND to get celeb gossip.

What we also got was loads of fake accounts posting new photos of the family and Zerrie.

Here is one for an example. this was posted from an fake Waliyha account. How the hell did a fake account access these kind of photos? this literally screams MODEST. There was a safaa account as well posting pictures but I’m too lazy to look for them. Let’s continue

Rumors and Promotion

First let’s start with the rumors. We all know that Zayn have this bad boy image and every damn magazine publishes something bad about him, rumors of him cheating and stuff. It happened A LOT this year as well. Let’s take a look shall we

But not on to my favourite of them all…

Lauren Richardson, it was a lot of rumors and news about this girl and that Zayn cheated on Perrie with this girl. Honestly we can’t know for sure what happened he could have cheated, but one thing that makes one of his cheating scandals real is this one…

If him cheating scandals are real WHY haven’t Perrie broken up with him already? Well I think we all know the answer to that question. BECAUSE LITTLE MIX needs PROMOTION.

Something that really bothers me is that THEY STILL use Zayn’s name in articles that is about Perrie or Little Mix.

there is so many more, these are just a couple of them. They need to write down Zayn’s name just to get extra readers in case people didn’t know who his fiancee was. (which probably the whole world knows)

Something that happened as well was that Perrie didn’t wear her engagement ring for a whole month and her excuse was that it was getting cleaned.

The part I love the most about this article is “But jewellery expert Lewis Malka says it is the norm to clean jewellery within 24 hours.”

She didn’t wear the god damn ring for a whole month which made everyone think that they probably had broken up or something, so that made the headlines, everyone started to make a big deal out of it and wanted answers, the only answer they got from Perrie was that it was still getting cleaned.

But after a month she started wearing it again and she started to show off the ring again. There was this tweet someone tweeted to their friend (I think) 2 years ago and she didn’t even tag perrie or little mix but somehow Perrie found the tweet and replied.

I know this was 2 years ago and you probably wonder why I’m bringing this up, but it’s because they didn’t tag her, they didn’t even write her NAME in the tweet but she still managed to find that tweet and reply to it. She obviously searches on some words on twitter and look for people tweeting about it. Isn’t that slightly WEIRD? And well done perrie calling people dumbass I know that they called her that as well but she shouldn’t get to their level she should keep it classy. 

Still don’t think Zayn promotes Little Mix? think again. As I said before in the beginning of this post, Zayn has people following him around (people from modest) and here is one proof of that

He is still under the controll of Management.

So MailOnline did this article about this guy in Little Mix video, that he looked like ZAYN MALIK, first of all MailOnline, have you seen Zayn? Because if you have then you’d know that Zayn does not look like that and that they are not similar in any possible way. BUT of course they are going to write an article about that with that headline because that will make people watch Little Mix video and get them more views.

Instagram

Something funny about this picture is that this photo is in fact not a Zerrie photo even tho a Zerrie Instagram account posted it, it’s a photo of Percy and Annabeth. Perrie liked it making people believe that Zerrie is real just because she liked it

So there was some rumors about Zerrie breaking up and then within 24 hours we get a photo of Perrie in the “Zerrie house” and She posts a selfie with her cat with a picture of Zayn in the background making people believe that they are still together.

Now to my favourite part of this episode of random shit part 6 is this photo… Why the hell did she have to make the picture of her prom dress black and white? Let me tell you why, because she wanted people to think that it was her wedding dress. People commented loads of stuff about their wedding and stuff, the funny thing is, Little mix made an interview and then Perrie got a question that said “Which question you don’t ever want to be asked again? and then she answered “I’m sick of getting asked, When is the wedding, when is the wedding? I get married when I’m bloody ready!”

Well dear Perrie, why in the world would you post a photo of your prom dress in BLACK N WHITE and expect people to stop ASKING that question? BTW if some of you don’t believe that, that is her prom dress, here is a photo of it with its original colour: Purple.

Not the best photo but anyways.

So remember when Perrie posted this photo?

This basically explains all I was about to say so… Let’s move on to the next pictures

So Perrie posted this on her birthday making sure that we all know that they are together but there is something wrong with this photo… Zayn has dyed his hair blonde

And on the previous photo his hair is black and it’s not fully shaved. If you look closely you can see that the hair on top if his head is longer than his sides. I mean he could for sure dyed his hair back to black but the odd part is that it cannot grow that fast. So that picture has to be an old one. But Perrie then also posted this picture and she is wearing the exact same top

Either she just wore the same top as that photo or it’s simply photoshopped?

Tell me guys what you think of this post and message me if I’m missing something out!

I know I’ve been MIA for a LONG while now but life got in the way. I’ve reseaved over 100 followers under 24 hours and that’s CRAZY!

Loads of love! xx

Dead Leaves [Jungkook BTS Angst]

Genre: Angst

Summary: Leaves are never green forever, they wither and die. Love is no different from leaves.


Note: Bold lyrics represent you while italic lyrics represent Jungkook.


Like those dead leaves there that have fallen and are flying

My love is collapsing without strength

“Sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together.” You refused to believe in this. How does this make sense? Why can’t a couple just last forever and not fall apart? Everything seemed like a perfect love story with nothing but happy endings. Seemed. Now, you and Jungkook’s flawless fairytale was starting to have complications. It was like when a plot twist entered what seemed like the perfect happily forever after. What you thought would stay white forever was starting to sprout black splotches, like mould growing on a pristine piece of silk. Whether they were dark secrets, unexpected truths or just normal problems that would have eventually come in time, you did not know.

Jungkook is changing. That was all that you knew. Your love for him was strong. Maybe that was because he gave you the ability to love. Both of you were each other’s pillar of strength and support but now…Now with him drifting away from you, this one-sided love was getting tiring. Always being the one starting a conversation or suggesting for a date was bearable at first, even when he started ignoring you and only coming back late at night, But everything has its limits.

Soon, life with him became mundane. The fun life with Jungkook somehow lost its way and was replaced with a new one. You didn’t even know where this new-found routine came from. No words were spoken, no plans were rejected. The dates and activities with him were just never initiated. Both of you used to actively suggest on going to the movies or cycling at the park but now, you felt that you were the only one left who continued believing in this far away thing called quality time together.

You were starting to doubt the relationship. Were we ever in love? You couldn’t seem to remember. There were only photos of him and you left which seemed to hold no meaning anymore. What did we feel like then? Flipping through the albums, you tried to recall the memories of the past of you and him living happily ever after. Where has that gone to?


Your heart is only going further away, I can’t grab you

I can’t grab you anymore more more

I can’t hold on more, yeah

“Jungkook, come take a look! Remember the day where we met?” You pointed at the first ever photo held in the first slot of the first album out of all three- one for each year. That photo was the only one which still called out to you, the only photo that gave you a blissful feeling called hope. You had sat at that bench in the park, where everything in your eyes seemed so dull and grey. That was when Jungkook appeared and sat beside you at the cold stone park bench. “Why are you so sad?” And when your eyes met, it seemed as if everything just burst into life and colour and everything was so vibrant - was this what they had said about true love at first sight? From then onwards, you both became inseparable. Conversations that flowed as easily as the water is a rushing river. Outings that made you see more of the world. Jungkook was your everything. He filled your life with the colour that you could never have put in yourself.

You smiled bitterly. As usual, there was no response from Jungkook. Just what am I clinging on to? There was close to nothing left of him that belonged to you other than his physical body. His flesh was there, but his heart had drifted to somewhere else. Just what made him like this, you did not know. Could it be someone else? Could it be me? You found yourself asking more and more questions as the days went past. Jungkook’s heart was falling away from yours and there was nothing you could do about it.


Over there, the autumn leaves that look like they’re at stake

Seem like they’re looking at us

If our hands touch, even if it’s all at once

It only seems like it’s going to be crumbs

You don’t get it. Sooner or later, we will eventually crumble under the weight. Jungkook sat on his bed and buried his head in his hands. Indeed, he heard you. The sight of you flipping through those beautiful memories that you two had was enough to make him tear up. You must be thinking about us. You must be thinking of reasons why we are falling apart. Stop thinking. The answer is clear. It’s me.

A cold gust of wind blew in from the open window and some autumn leaves flew in before landing gently on the floor. Jungkook looked down at them it was funny how they reminded him of your relationship. Weak and dying. It seemed as if with just one touch, the brown, dried leaves would just disintegrate. It reminded him of when you two just lay there on the bed, catching a breath after a pillow fight during those happy times, the sakura petals drifting in, pink and healthy- much like your relationship then. Perhaps fate was laughing at him.

Jungkook didn’t even know why he ignored you. Maybe he felt that there was no point carrying it on. With so many commitments to make, I will eventually have no time for her completely. She must as well get used to it. This was the excuse he chanted to himself when he doubted his actions. However bad it may seem in the future, at least it was saving him now. It only seems like it’s going to be crumbs like those dead leaves on the floor. Jungkook instantly doubted your relationship and came to a conclusion that it would never be the same with so little time on his hands. There is no way that we can make this work. And he didn’t want to try either. Jungkook reached out and touched one of the leaves. It tore and fell apart the moment he touched it, scattering into pieces on the wooden floor. 


I just only looked with the winds of autumn

The speech and facial expressions that have gotten colder all of a sudden

This was a rare moment where you got to eat dinner with Jungkook. Once you heard about this opportunity, you cooked his favourite dishes and laid everything nicely on the dining table. While waiting for him to arrive, you stood at your balcony. The wind fingered through your hair causing you to shudder. The autumn is so cold. An almost familiar feeling washed over you. The buildings in the distant city stood tall, but coldly, almost as if mocking you. The roads lit up with the orange glow of the streetlamps were silent and empty, with only the occasional car passing by. It felt almost…At that moment, you heard the front wooden door creak open. Jungkook must be back. Looking at his direction, then back to the scenery, you couldn’t help but see the resemblance. They are both so silent, passing by me and leaving me empty inside.

Going back inside, you saw him sitting at the table, eating what you had prepared. That’s right. Jungkook didn’t even wait. Sitting opposite him, you started digging in too and was amazed at how your food still tasted good despite cooking it in the most horrible mood. The dishes were tasty, yes. But it seemed to lack a certain feeling. Maybe it was the atmosphere around the both of you, the icy chill of loneliness and worthlessness.


I can only see our relationship withering

Like the autumn sky, it’s empty between us

Do you see what’s happening Jungkook? Or am I the only one sensing the difference? You didn’t believe how he could act like nothing was wrong and that the both of you were just like you were three years ago. Jungkook had his earphones on and was singing softly to himself, fingers drumming out the beat on the wooden tabletop. The silence at the dinner table was piercing you and you opened your mouth to say something before closing it. Must you do what you do at work every single day at home? Can you not give me whatever time you have? Just what am I to you Jungkook? A tear nearly escaped from your eye but he was too busy staring at his phone to notice.

Looking out of the window, you gazed and the darkened autumn sky. If it was to be made into a painting, there would only be one colour needed. That was just all there was to it. Grey, just like your relationship. What happened to the lovely birds chirping and soaring through the clouds? What happened to the rainbows that always came after the rain? Something happened and you didn’t know what. What can I do to bring us back to before?


A single autumn leaf that’s attached to the branch

It’s breaking, I can see the thing called the end

Taking a quick look at you, Jungkook saw the pain in your eyes as you stared at the sky through the window. He felt immense guilt and instantly took off his earplugs. It’s falling for good. All this while, he thought of ways to break it to you that because of his job, you two could never be together. Sure, he still loved you, at least that was what he thought. Now, Jungkook was just full of confusion. Like you, he did not feel the same love and the same joy that he did in the past. All of that was just replaced by… that aching, creaking loneliness.

You had always put on a denying front, not wanting to have your feelings get in the way of what he was doing, given his busy schedule. So, he never knew just how much sadness you felt. You always repeated that lie that nothing was wrong and that you could carry on forever with you being the only one contributing. You had practiced for this, looked at yourself in the mirror so many times and asked yourself if it would make him happy if you’d just let him go. But now. Now, he saw just how much you were going through. Now, he saw what you truly felt whenever he wasn’t around to see. Just then, you proved him right by putting on a fake smile immediately when you noticed that his attention was on you.

The dead leaves that are becoming shriveled

The silence inside your aloof heart

“Is something wrong Jungkook?” That question had such irony in it that you couldn’t bear to repeat it if he were to ignore you again. Everything is wrong.

“Uh, no. Everything’s fine.” You stopped yourself from scoffing out loud. We are growing apart and everything’s fine? Jungkook’s expression showed signs of him knowing what was going on. That was it. That was the last straw. Why must I put on a happy front? What is stopping me from blatantly putting out on the table everything that’s happening. I’m just tainting those memories that were once ours, so precious. Since you don’t want to see it Jungkook, I’ll show you what’s wrong. I’ll tell you now every, single, thing that has gone wrong and is going wrong.

“Everything’s fine, Jungkook?” The stress you put on the word ‘fine’ made Jungkook cringe. You have one last chance to speak up.

“Are you sure?”


Please don’t fall

Please don’t fall, the dead leaf that’s becoming crumbs

Jungkook knew that he couldn’t keep up with this forever. It had to be done, no matter how broken you would be afterwards. Finally, it came the time when he had to release all that he had been holding in right in your face. Be strong, _____. This is not the end for you. Just the end of us.

“We can’t carry on with this.” Wait, what? Jungkook eyes shot to yours. Your head was lowered and your fists were clenched at your side. There was maybe a bit of wetness which had trickled down your face, reflecting off the light. You were the one who said that. Not him. You. And what he felt was totally different from what he was expecting. A stab in his heart. That was what he felt. Not a sigh of relief, not a burden released but a stab that ran deep, unbearably deep. Who was he for thinking that you could have dealt with such pain if it was he who had said it?

“W-what…______ what are you s-saying?” Stuttering. He was stuttering and he didn’t even know why. You were ready for this! Just what’s going on now? Jungkook panicked. He tried to lift your face up to the light, but you were quicker and slapped his hand away sharply and looked up yourself.


I want you who makes eye contact with me

I want you who wants me again

“You’ve changed, Jungkook.” You stated this very clearly. The calmness in your voice actually surprised you.

“What a-are you talking about ______?” Jungkook’s face was pale and you were so tempted to just stop this conversation which you knew would lead to a painful breakup and tell him instead not to worry and that everything was alright. However, you couldn’t. You couldn’t bear having to live with someone you even didn’t know. You couldn’t bear to see him exit your life slowly. This problem, like iron shackles at your feet, could not be dragged any further along.

“Do I really have to spell it all out for you Jungkook? I know that you know very clearly what’s going on here. So Jungkook. Explain.” You’ve had enough. All this while, hoping for the old Jungkook to somehow come back was just a pointless, worthless struggle with the occasional sadness and tears along the way.

“It’s my job.” Those three words somehow gave you mixed feelings of relief as well as disappointment. You had faith in him that there wasn’t another party involved and you were right. However, the thought of Jungkook choosing work over you was definitely hurtful. Something was shifting within you, arranging something around the new, empty space in your chest before this relationship even had the chance to grow cold.

“I was focused on increasing my skills, increasing my build and basically elevating myself.” You understood. Being an idol was tough work and if he wasn’t in shape, he would never reach a certain level in the industry. However…

“When we first dated, I knew that this might happen and I was prepared. But you surprised me Jungkook. For the last three years, you met me often, you loved me like no one else could and although there were some quarrels, we always picked ourselves up. What has changed, Jungkook? What is so different now that you suddenly have absolutely zero time for me. Wait. No. You do have time, it’s just that whenever we’re together, your mind is somewhere else.” It pained you to say this and with every word that came out of your mouth, you knew you were one step closer to a complete end. Is that what he wants? From the things that he said and his actions, you couldn’t even tell whether he still loved you or whether he was just caught up with the typical pressure of a celebrity. The hollowness was still there, like something straight out of a fairytale, another journey about to end.

“I don’t know.” Jungkook whispered. That was it. That was all that it took for you to finally come to a conclusion. If he still had feelings for you, he would have apologised. Jungkook would have given explanations and promises of a better future like the few times you two talked about this. But no. Jungkook said the three words. I don’t know? Really?

“You see, Jungkook. You don’t even know whether you neglected me because of work, or because of your own feelings. At first, you gave the excuse of your job. But now, when I ask you again, you said the truth. So this is it huh.” You sighed as you looked straight at him. “This is what I have been waiting for. An answer. In the end, you fell out of love with me. You lost interest in me while all I could think of was you. I want the old you back. But you have changed…” You stood, chair scraping harshly against the floor. Grabbing the duffle bag that you have long prepared resting by the side table, you walked towards the door.

“So I won’t hold on any longer.”


Don’t go far far away

Like the dead leaves that fell

This love, like the dead leaves

Never never fall

It’s withering

You left. It took him awhile to register what had happened. Jungkook closed his eyes and opened them again. The door was shut and you were gone. Impossible. She wouldn’t just abandon me like that. There must be some mistake- He ran to the room and flung open the wardrobe door to find his clothes and his clothes only. The toilet had his things and his things alone. ‘I don’t know.’ That was the last thing that he remembered saying. You don’t know? What don’t you know Jungkook? He now thought hard about your question. ‘What changed?’ The two words rang in his head and he dropped to the couch as his legs grew weak.

Memories of the past two months came flooding into his mind. Managers were shouting, dance choreographers were pushing. His idol life had drained so much of him. Not like you. You never needed anything from him but his love. Jungkook was never forced to go out on dates. He couldn’t think of one time where you complained about not being able to be a normal couple. She gave up what every girl would love to have just to be with me and all I needed to do was to love her but I couldn’t even do that right. There was just so much you could take and Jungkook realised that. 


As if every autumn leaf has fallen

As if everything that seemed eternal is going further away

The streets were hard to walk on. All the fallen autumn leaves gathered and created a soft multi-coloured carpet with several gigantic piles all over the place. Rainwater made them all mushy and it was difficult to avoid them, just like when you tried to avoid the situation between Jungkook and you. Night time was falling fast and you need to find shelter. Where should I go? You didn’t even know where you were headed. A list of possible places you could run to formed in your head. Instantly, you thought of the Bangtan members but you figured that it wouldn’t be wise to escape from Jungkook to someone related to him. With all the pros and cons swiftly weighed out, you decided to seek refuge at your cousin’s place nearby.

Upon your arrival, your cousin welcomed you with open arms and comforted you with words of encouragement and advice. This was the most love that you have received in ages and it felt great to have someone to count on during hard times. No man is an island. That was a hundred percent true.

You went to the guest room that your cousin had so generously offered, and gazed out the window. Aside from the night skyline of the city spanning out from the window on the 4th floor, there was something else. The trees outside your cousin’s house were all almost bare. Despite the endless sweeping, the leaves never seemed to disappear. The leaves just didn’t stay. They kept floating down as if the tree was repelling them just like how Jungkook repelled you. Sooner or later, they would fall away. Sooner or later, they would die. Time might heal everything, but it kills things off slowly as well. Everlasting things came to a conclusion. There just seemed to be nothing that ever lasted.


Wahh…this is my first ever song fic posted on Tumblr! Actually, this was written quite awhile back but never posted. My good friend from school helped me to add in some great phrases and edit out some mistakes and I’m really grateful for her! How was it? Did you guys like it? I actually ended it off sadly which is quite surprising heheheh:P Have a great day all of you!

~Admin Clef

The Other One: Part 7

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Part 10

You hear singing, it sounded like Jinyoung. What was he doing here? You sneak a peek through the door, he straightens up the pillows on the couch and wiped the dust off of the TV. So you figured that he was the one who cleaned your apartment.


Jinyoung walks around, making sure the apartment was ready for your return, if you would return. He walks up to the kitchen counter and notices a half-eaten sandwich on the side. There was a red lipstick stain around the bite mark. He stands still, and he could hear movement from the bedroom. There must be someone there. A woman, maybe a friend of yours. But he was too smart to have a head on confrontation. He slowly walks over to the door, opens it and closes it.


You breathe a sigh of relief when you hear the door slam, you walk out of the room. You expected to see an empty room, but you were met with Jinyoung.


“You’re back.”


You stand still, not moving a muscle.


“I can see you.” He says.


“Yes, I got back an hour ago. What are you doing here?” You asking, crossing your arms.


“I’ve been coming here every chance I could. Checking on you, if you were back. I’ve been worried sick. You should’ve called me.” He walks swiftly over to you, pulling you into an embrace.


You hug him back, you missed him. He was one of your close friends. You missed his warmth and loving embrace. You pull away.


“I don’t want you here. I didn’t call you because I don’t want to see to you. “


“But-“He starts.


“I’m fine. I feel better, it’s sweet that you wanted to check on me. That you’ve been checking up on me. But I can’t forget the past. I think it’s better if we avoid each other from now on.”


“I meant what I said before you left. I want to give us ago. I want to start over. I will fight for you like I should’ve before. This isn’t the last time you’ll see me.”


“I’m definitely going to be changing my pin.” You say.


He makes his way towards the door


“Oh, tell Jaebum that I’m back. And tell him what I just told you. I mean it. You both need to keep away.”


It hurt him to think that you still cared for Jaebum, after what he did to you. It hurt that you didn’t want to see him. Tears well in his eyes as he stares at you intently. To see him like that, tugged at your heart strings. In the many years of knowing Jinyoung, you never saw him cry. And to see he felt so passionately about you warmed your soul.


“I love you.” He says, turning and leaving.


Jinyoung walks back into the hotel, wiping his eyes, making sure his makeup wasn’t running. He takes his seat at the pannel, next to Mark. Mark immediatley notices the mood dampen as Jinyoung sits down.


“Whats wrong?” He asks.


“She’s back. And she… she didn’t want to see me.” He whispers.


“When did she get back?” Mark asks, signing a CD.


“About an hour ago. She told me to tell Jaebum. I guess she wants  him to go see her. I could tell him that she told us to stay away. But obviously she knew that he isn’t going to listen.”


The manager calls a break for the members to go and get lunch. Mark and Jinyoung split, going to a café down the street.


“I told her I loved her. That I would fight for her. And she hugged me. I hugged her and she hugged me back. I felt her squeeze back, I knew she missed me.”


Mark observes his member, he could clearly see that he was in distress. He hadn’t been the same since you left. He could tell he felt really bad about lying to you. And if there was anyway he could explain that to you, he would. He would expect that you would feel betrayed by the rest of the members as well, as they knew of Jaebum’s sorded affair.


“If you truly love her and you don’t think you can live with her, go and get her.” Mark says, sipping his coffee.


“What about Jaebum?” Even though they weren’t speaking at the moment, he was still cautious, he knew that Jaebum would always love you, and that he could ruin any chance of them rekindling their friendship.


“Sure, that is a massive hurdle, but he would be blind if he couldn’t see how much you love her. He should want better for her. For her to be treated well. Who better than you?”


“You’re right. I just can’t eat or sleep. I feel so guilty for lying to her. I was another person, I was scheming, I was manipulative. I just want to be a better person for her. The best version of me. I want her to see all I can be.” He sighs.


At this same moment, Jaebum and Jackson were sitting outside a convience store, Jaebum watched as Jackson slurped up his noodles. Usually Jaebum would be enjoying some ramyun as well, but he had lost his appetite. He could picture you with your family, you were happy. You always used to tell him stories about the fun times you had with your family and friends back home. You often told him how much you missed it. He wouldn’t blame you if you decided to stay, to get away from him.


“She will come back. She has a life here.” Jackson says, wiping his mouth.


“She had a life here. A life that I and J-. A life that I ruined. She’s not coming back. Now just eat your food so we can go.” Jaebum crosses his arms.


Jaebum’s phone vibrates with one single text message.


‘She’s back.”


Jinyoung didn’t want to have face-to-face conversation, so he thought that a text would be better.


Jaebum couldn’t belive his eyes. What if Jinyoung was playing some sort of trick. But he had to see for himself.


“Tell the manager that I’m sorry, I will be back soon. I will make my own way back to the dorm.” He gets up and rushes out the door, all the way to your apartment.


You were sat in front of the door, ready to binge on all the snacks Jinyoung had stocked for you. You had washed your makeup off and were curled up on the couch, in your pj’s, watching some cheesy variety show.

Jaebum finds himself outside your door, he takes a deep breath before entering your pin, he knew that if he knocked you wouldn’t answer. The door beeped as the pin was incorrect, he tried 2 more times, it was still wrong.

You had been ignoring it because you thought it was Jinyoung. But it could be your landlord, maybe there was something wrong with the payment?

“Wait a minute, let me open the door before you double lock me in here.”

He hears your voice, making his heart skip a beat.

You open the door and there he was, in his leather jacket, his hair styled up. The light hitting his face perfectly.

“You’re back.”

“I told Jinyoung to tell you to stay away.”

“You spoke to Jinyoung?” He questions.

“He came here. I didn’t let him in, apparently you two have just been visiting here. Coming and going as you pleased.”

“Please just leave me alone.” You say walking away from him, shutting the door behind you.

He stops it with his foot and jogs after you.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere. I went to your apartment but there was no answer. I went to the café every day and you never came in. Where were you?”  He pulls your arm forcing you to stop.

“I had to disappear for a while. I just wanted to be alone.” You say.

“You should’ve told me. I was so worried, especially after the way we left things.”

“That would’ve defeated the whole purpose of disappearing. I needed time to repair.”

And you did repair, you came to terms with what happened and how you were going to deal with it. You went home for a couple months and it felt good to be with your family. To not feel so alone.

“You look good.” He says.

And you did, you looked healthy. You cut your hair and dyed it a lighter colour. It reflected how you felt, you cut off all the baggage and you felt brighter.

“Thank you. And you don’t look too great. No offence.” You say, observing his face. His cheeks had sunken and he had big dark circles under his eyes.

“I’m just tired that’s all.”

“You haven’t been eating.” You say, you couldn’t help but care.

“You haven’t been around. There was no reason to.”

You look down at your feet, playing with the end of your shirt. You wished it was easy to just kick him out of your life. He wasn’t going without a fight.

“Jaebum. I need you to listen to me. I can’t do this, be around you and be reminded of everything I went through. I’ve grown and I’ve too much progress to go back now. I need to make changes in my life, starting with you. I don’t want to see you anymore. I don’t want to be your friend. I don’t want to fix this, it is beyond repair. I do care for you, I always will, so that is why I am telling you to move on. Forget about me. Find someone else.” You look up.

“There isn’t anyone else, only you.” Those infamous words rang in your ears.

He moves in closer, cupping your face. He moves his face closer to yours. His lips threatening to meet yours. You melt into his touch. You really missed this, you disliked him right now, but the constant was that you would always long for his touch. He had a hold on you that you could not explain. But you snap back into reality. You back away.

“Get out.”

“Please ju-“

“Please.” You beg, he could see the desperation in your eyes. You were really begging. He wanted you to be happy.

“I’ll love you no matter what.” He says, placing a kiss on your forehead before leaving.

As he walks down the hall, anger takes over his body and he punches the wall. His knuckles bleed as he repeatedly hits the wall. He storms all the way back to the dorms.

“Hyung, where have you been?” Youngjae asks, looking up from the couch.

Jaebum does not reply, he angrily paces to Jinyoung’s room. This was the first time he had been in his room in months. He bursts in.

He pulls him up by his collar.

“Why the fuck are you going to see her for?” He asks.

“I didn’t go there to see her, I was looking after her apartment for her. Wait, I don’t have to explain myself to you.” Jinyoung says.

“What did you say to her to make her hate me? To make her shut me out?” He shouts.

“I didn’t do anything. You made her hate you all on your own.”

“I dare you to say another word.”

“She told you leave right? She hugged me, I will get her-“Jaebum’s bloody fist meets Jinyoung’s face.

Jinyoung falls to the floor, the thud causes Yugyeom and BamBam to rush into the room. They look at Jaebum in horror, picking Jinyoung off of the floor. Jinyoung wipes the blood from his mouth. He smirks at Jaebum as he leaves.

Jaebum didn’t care if it was the last thing he would ever do, he would get you back. He didn’t care if he lost his career, he needed you back.

Jongin; Marked

❝ I’m so happy to show you Jongin’s story! I wanted to start his first but I thought you would need Yifan and Junmyeon’s first but oh well he his here now!! So yeah please enjoy gangster Jongin!

▷ WARNING: This series may contain drugs, sex and violence ◁

The Underworld Masterlist | Jongin’s Story

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