december 31st, 2015, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time. you were talking to a girl and i could tell that you were capturing her with every syllable that left your mouth. and i knew why: you were beautiful and bright, and i was drawn to you even then, like the planets are drawn to the sun.
december 31st, 2015, 11:58 pm: we met standing in line for the bathroom. you introduced yourself, and asked for my name, smiling when i gave it. “lovely,” you murmured, and repeated it a few more times, rolling the letters around in your mouth like a new food.
january 1st, 2016, 12:05 am: i could still feel you on me, your lips, minutes, hours, months later. the clock had struck midnight and you just grabbed me, didn’t ask if it was okay until it was over. you were laughing, brushing it off, all teeth and well-kissed lips, but i knew i saw you blushing.
january 21st, 2016, 1:12 pm: you got my number through the mutual friend that threw the party. i still don’t know how you got my address. i didn’t remember telling you. you couldn’t tell me, either.
february 14th, 2016, 9:12 pm: you took me out to dinner and bought me chocolate and roses. it was all so cliche, and i loved every second of it. when you kissed me good night, i swore i could feel the rest of my life, pressed right up against my lips.
february 26th, 2016, 11:33 pm: we made it official. i remember how you asked me, how shy you got, like you didn’t know what the answer would be.
march 17th, 2016, 5:43 pm: we spent the day at the saint patrick’s day parade, and you filled yourself with beer and kissed me hard against the bar bathroom door. i drove you home and that was the first time you told me you loved me.
march 18th, 2016, 9:24 am: you called me and told me you loved me again. “i want to make sure that you know i still mean it when i’m sober,” you said.
march 24th, 2016, 1:09 pm: i met your parents at easter brunch. you had demanded i come with you, and i was glad i did. your mother was kind and beautiful, and your father was warm and handsome, just like i knew they’d be. after we’d eaten, your mother got me alone. “he’s never brought a girl home before,” she told me, “normally he isn’t very open about who he’s dating. but you, you’re different. don’t read into this, but i think he may really think you’re special.”
april 12th, 2016, 8:31 pm: you saw me naked for the first time, and you kissed every inch of my skin. i’d never felt that much love from anybody before that night, and i haven’t since. not even you could replicate those few hours.
may 5th, 2016, 4:57 pm: we fought for the first time. i ran into my ex at the grocery store and wanted to chat for a few minutes. you didn’t. when we got in the car, you told me that if i was still in love with somebody else i could just leave, and i told you that you should trust me and not be so insecure about our relationship. we screamed the whole way home and you slammed the car door when i dropped you off. i almost crashed three times on the drive home.
may 6th, 2016, 8:03 am: you came by with flowers and breakfast. “I’m sorry,” you told me, “you just mean so much to me, and the thought of you ever being anyone else’s makes me sick.” i smiled, “but you don’t have to worry about that now. i’m yours.”
june 16th, 2016, 10:51 pm: for my birthday you took me out to dinner and gave me a beautiful necklace with a silver chain and pearl pendant. we drank expensive wine and stumbled back to my place and fucked. i had never been fucked before, not like this. i woke up the next morning with bite marks on my neck and hickeys all the way down my stomach, but you were gone. “had to run,” you’d written on a post it note, “i love you.”
june 18th, 2016, 2: 41 pm: i hadn’t seen you since my birthday and you weren’t picking up when i’d call.
june 19th, 2016, 3:13 am: “ had to run,” the post it note had said. maybe you were running from me. i couldn’t tell if it was the 3 am darkness talking or the part of me that already knew.
july 1st, 2016, 4:01 am: i looked over at you, sleeping in the darkness beside me. when we were together, things felt perfectly normal. but now, i could feel the shifts. “are we falling apart?” i whispered to you, and although i hadn’t expected an answer, the silence broke my heart all the same.
july 4th, 2016, 6:47 pm: we were at a barbecue and i saw you across the crowd, talking to a girl. i saw the way she was drinking up every word that escaped from between your lips, and that’s when i knew. that’s when i knew you weren’t mine anymore.
july 21st, 2016, 7:08 pm: i brought it up to you. “i think we’re starting to grow apart,” i said, “there’s a distance between us that wasn’t here before.” you reassured me that it was all in my head, but i didn’t hear it in your voice. i didn’t see it in your eyes. you knew it was there, too, but unlike me, you weren’t trying to do anything to stop it.
august 10th, 2016, 11:37 pm: i lay awake and thought about what your mother said, all these months later. “don’t read into this.” but of course i did. i couldn’t help myself. fuck, i loved you so much.
august 15th, 2016, 1:12 pm: you invited me over and i discovered that the key you’d given me no longer worked. “i had the locks changed,” you said, “i’ll get you a new one.” it was a lie, and i knew it. you didn’t get me a new key.
september 8th, 2016, 2:00 pm: i caught you cheating. in a desperate attempt to revive the romance we’d had at the beginning of our relationship, i bought dinner and brought it to your place. when you finally opened the door, i saw it written all over your face; the way your eyes widened, the way your jaw dropped, the way your cheeks drained of color. i heard it in the stammer of your voice, the sharp intake of your breath, the grinding of your teeth. when the girl walked up behind you, half naked, asking who it was at the door, i already knew. “how could you?” i whispered, and you just opened and closed your mouth. the girl pieced it together and started screaming. she hadn’t known. i left the food at the doorstep.
september 10th, 2016, 1:49 am: you never called after that, never came by, never reached out, but it wasn’t like we’d needed to confirm anything. i knew it was over, but it took every ounce of willpower i had not to go back to your place and find out why, why everything.
september 27th, 2016, 6:20 pm: i kept finding myself huddled in a ball; in my bedroom, in my kitchen, in my shower. not crying, or yelling. just huddled, clutching my body close to myself, staring. still not understanding.
october 31st 2016, 9:01 pm: i spent halloween haunted by the ghost of you. your face was around every corner. i could still feel your touch trickling down my spine. that night, i lost it. the anger surged through the sadness and bubbled to the surface. i screamed until my throat was raw, screamed at nothing, about nothing, for no reason other than i was too full.
november 10th, 2016, 2:17 am: you called me when you were drunk and i answered. i listened to you ramble, vomiting up apology after apology. near the end, you told me you loved me. “call me tomorrow when you’re sober if you still love me,” i said. you didn’t.
november 25th, 2016, 7:15 pm: i went out on a date with somebody new. they didn’t pull me in like you did, but for a few hours, i forgot about you and i felt okay. i drank myself to sleep that night so i wouldn’t have to think about you. the next morning, the hangover hurt more than you did. it was a start.
december 24th, 2016, 8:12 pm: i was spending christmas with my family, and i was doing great until my aunt asked about you. i told her you cheated, but i was doing okay, and then i excused myself and threw up the appetizers into the toilet. i called you then, and when you picked up, i let out a sob. “you ruined me, you fuck,” i croaked, “and you can’t even apologize. not when you’re sober, at least.” there were a few seconds of silence, and then you hung up. i still hope that it ruined your christmas.
december 31st, 2016, 10:23 pm: i saw you for the first time in months across the crowd. it made me sick to know that even after all that had happened, you were still the most beautiful person in the room to me.
december 31st, 2016, 11:55 pm: you found me in the kitchen. “i wanted to tell you i’m sorry,” you yelled over the music, “and i miss you.” and in those final moments of the year, i thought about it. i thought about letting you back in. the countdown started, and you moved closer to me. and i.. i pushed you away. i turned away from you and said, “no. i can’t.” and i walked out of the room.
january 1st, 2017, 12:05 am: i have forgotten how you felt against me, your lips. and for the first time, i am finally okay with that.
a year in review -c.h. // instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)
Soulmate AU where everybody is born with a simple tattoo on their wrist. A circle, a straight line, a dot, etc. When you start interacting with your soulmate it starts getting more complex. Your first kiss, leaves grow. Your first time, flowers sprout up. Get married, swirls fill your arm
- You talk in your sleep and you pretty much just described to me, in extremely graphic detail, how you would kill someone and now I’m too scared to fall asleep
- (On the flip side) you made a lot of sexual noises while you slept, what (or who) were you dreaming about??
- Okay I get that ocean noises help people go to sleep but you’ve literally been playing whale mating calls at full volume for the past hour and if you don’t stop soon I’m gonna come over and smack you
- We both planned to stay up all night but you ended up falling asleep and you just woke up to me standing next to you with a bowl of warm water in my hands-I can explain
- We were both going to pull an all nighter to study for an exam tomorrow but now it’s 6 am and we just finished an entire tv series and I can’t believe you let this happen
- it’s 4 am and we’re both running solely on Red Bull and coffee at this point and we just had the most in depth discussion about eggs I swear to god
me, abruptly waking up at 4 am: it’s canon that lena and kara get lunch and that lena reacts to kara forgetting by being supportive and asking if anything is okay and they have obviously developed a close enough relationship that kara feels comfortable telling her pretty much anything oh god oh god
um hi no offense but I just woke up in a cold sweat realizing that the regent doesn't have a name and I don't know what to do with my life
he does actually have a name most people don’t realize this but he does it’s “Please Punch Me In The Fucking Face”.
On a serious note though, I do think about this from time to time too. I wonder why Pacat didn’t name The Regent, but a part of me think she did it to further dehumanize him (??? if that makes sense?? i’m typing this out at like 3 am so there’s a chance this is all intelligible garbage) like to make him seem even more cold and unapproachable as a character.
There was a post going around a while back about Laurent being named after/having a similar name to The Regent which I had mixed feelings about, but overall I thought was interesting?? Pacat is very interesting when it comes to names because (from what I understand, which isn’t a lot) because sometimes her characters have names that represent them very well (see: Erasmus) and other times they don’t appear to at all?? of course I could just not be looking in the right place
Though, personally speaking, I’ve been mentally calling him Loghain in my head. Partly bc it starts with an L (since Auguste and Aleron both start with As?? so maybe The Regent’s name would also start with an L to parallel Laurent’s name in a twisted way) and partly bc I’m a huge dragon age nerd (in Origins Loghain betrays The King, his son in law, and leaves him to die in battle. After which declaring the group of people he also betrayed– the grey wardens– as traitors as well as lying to his daughter about the truth of what happened and proceeds to declare himself Regent)
There’s some knowledge needed before you read this story. I sleep walk. A LOT. It’s not uncommon for me to get up, start talking a full conversation to someone, and not be awake. Now this is not necessarily a dream, but a few weeks ago, I woke up at my desk with a freshly made bowl of rice crispies sitting in front of me. Keep in mind, this was at 4 am on a Saturday. In my sleep, I had apparently gotten up, made a bowl of cereal (milk, rice crispies, bowl and spoon and all) and sat down at my desk and waited to wake up. I don’t know what the fuck I was dreaming but it must have been wild.
Side note: yes i ate the bowl of cereal. Not gonna waste a gift from sleeping me.
He would do it randomly at home. You were having a bad day and was stressed out because of work. You were not in the mood to talk no matter how much he insisted.
“Oh that’s too bad.” he finally said. “Because I wanted to ask if you would be willing to marry me.”
“What? Chanyeol, please repeat what you just said.” you asked him, trying to hide your trembling voice.
“Will you marry me?”
“Oh my god yes!” you shouted jumping in his arms.
It was your anniversary, so he took you to a fancy restaurant that had a beautiful view of the city. You two were having dinner when he took your hands in his while you just looked at him in surprise.
“You know what would make this evening even more special?” he asked and took the ring out of his pocket.
“This.” he smiled. “Y/N Y/L/N will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”
You didn’t expect this at all so you just kissed him as the answer.
“I will take that as a yes.” he chuckled.
You were still asleep when you felt someone tickle your feet.
“Jongdae, please don’t.” you laughed pulling them under the blanket.
“Come on Y/N! Wake up it’s already noon.” he said getting on top of you. “If you don’t I might tickle you to death.”
“Anything but that.” you laughed, burying yourself under the blankets and pillows. He lay down next to you.
“I know what will wake you up.” he said. You poked your head out to have a look and when you noticed what he’s holding you quickly turned around.
“Whaah! Y/N what are you doing?” he said rolling you over to him. “Baby, are you crying? Is that a yes then?” he smiled.
One day he took you to the studio which was really surprising as he liked working alone and when he asked you if you want to hear a new song he wrote, you were beyond shocked as he rarely sang to you without an occasion no matter how much you begged. He put the headphones on for you and you both smiled when your eyes met.
“I dedicate this one to you.” he said into the mic before singing.
The melody was beautiful and the song itself was about you two and by the time he finished, you were bawling your eyes out but it wasn’t over yet as he still had one question to ask.
“Y/N.” he said. “I love you. Will you marry me?”
“Soo-” was all you managed to say before you started weeping again and he took you in his arms.
“Yes.” you mumbled.
He was really clingy and awkward the whole day, so when you two finally got back home and he went to the balcony, you followed after him.
“What’s up with you today? You’re not being yourself. Are you hungry? Need a snickers or something?” you laughed.
“Come here you.” he pulled you into his lap.
“I have been meaning to ask you something this whole day but never got the perfect chance but since we are here alone…”
“What are you getting at?”
“Aish, let me finish. So impatient.” he positioned you so you could see his face.
“How do I do this?” he said searching for the ring. “Ah! I lost it!”
“Yifan, your jeans pocket and I already know what you want to do and the answer is yes.” you laughed and kissed him.
He left the little box with the ring on his bedside table by accident. You could barely contain your laughter when you found it and decided to ask him about it immediately.
“Baekhyun, what’s this?”
“Oh my God!! Y/N where did you find this?” he snatched the box from your hand.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen, I had this whole evening planned out and when I asked you to marry me, you were supposed to be so shocked that -” he began blurting out all kind of excuses when you kissed him to shut him up.
“The answer is yes, you big idiot.”
He was trying to be all romantic and when you two were alone on your holiday he got on his knee.
“Y/N will you marry me?” he asked.
You couldn’t believe it and just got on your knees as well and hugged him so tight and started crying.
“Aww, Jagi, don’t cry.” he said trying to contain his tears as well.
“Then why are you crying?” you chuckled.
“Don’t get me wrong. This is supposed to be a happy moment, I’m only crying because you haven’t answered me yet.” he tried lying and you just laughed to that.
“Of course it’s a yes.” you said wiping his tears away.
He wanted you to remember this day and planed to surprise you but when he started dancing randomly when you two were out, you just joined him.
“No no no, you can’t dance with me today.” he said stopping you.
He thought for a few seconds and decided to abandon the choreo and the plan he had in mind.
“Ahh, I can’t resist you.” he said pulling you to him.
You two got so lost in dancing with no music, so you didn’t even notice when he stopped and took your hands in his.
“I had another idea for this day but I’m sure it will be a memorable one either way.” he told you getting the ring out.
You just gasped and before saying anything, kissed him.
“Yes.” you said after pulling away. “And you were right, I will never forget this moment.”
One weekend he took you on a trip to watch the night sky. When you two were laying down on the ground stargazing he pulled some kind of paper out.
“What’s that?” you asked.
“I bought you a star.” he smiled. “It’s that little one on the far right-” he started when you interrupted him.
“Are you serious?”
“Is it that unbelievable?” he laughed.
“Let me see this.” you snatched the paper out of his hand and unfolded it.
“What’s this?” you said showing him the words “Marry me” printed on it.
“Exactly what it says. Will you marry me?”
You just crumpled the paper and lowered your head down.
“What’s wrong?” he asked when he noticed tears in the corners of your eyes.
“Of course I will.” you said, finally jumping in his arms.
“You got me scared there for a second.” he laughed. “You know, I really did buy you that star…”
You came back home to the smell of something burning. You almost ran to the kitchen thinking that maybe you forgot to turn the oven off when you noticed Yixing.
“What are you doing?” you asked opening the window.
“I decided to bake you a cake.”
“Why?” you laughed.
“Just taste it.” he said handing a piece.
You took a bite not knowing what to expect and to your surprise it was actually really tasty.
“Oh my God, this is so good!” you were about to say when you almost choked on something solid. You took the ring out of your mouth and just looked at Yixing with a judgemental expression.
“Are you serious?”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m sorry it wasn’t supposed to be in the cake it was supposed to be on the plate.” he laughed but then you realized what you’re holding.
“Are you serious!?” you screamed in excitement and hugged him.
“Will this be enough for an answer.” you said kissing him.
He looks so good with glasses omg and that two times eyebrow rise i can’
You were on your vacation by the sea when one evening he suggested on going for a walk. Even though the weather was quite cool the sand was still warm so you took his hand.
“Are you cold?” he asked intertwining your fingers.
“Not yet.” but he still took off his jacket and put it on you. You were walking for a while, just enjoying the view when he stopped when the sun was almost set.
“You know.” he said searching around his pockets when he realized the box is in his jacket. He hugged you, so you wouldn’t see him taking it out but you didn’t want to release him.
“You’re so warm.” and he just laughed to that.
“Well I would love to hold you like this but can you let go of me for while?”
“No.” you stated and he sighed.
“Fine.” he said still embracing you as he put the box in your hand. “Here.”
“Oh my God. OH MY GOD!” and you hugged him even tighter.
“I guess that’s a yes.”
He woke you up so early it was still dark.
“Sehun what the hell?” you asked as you looked at the clock. “It’s 4 am! Are you kidding me?” you told him as you turned around to go back to sleep.
“Oh no, you’re not going back to sleep. I have to show you something.”
“Can’t this wait till morning?”
“It’s already morning.”
“Then that’s a no.” you said and closed your eyes but he picked you up, blankets and all.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking you to the roof.”
“What? No. It’s cold outside, put me down.”
“That’s a no.” he said. “If it’s the cold you’re scared of then I will keep you warm.” he smirked going out of the apartment.
He sat down on one of the chairs and put you in his lap.
“You look so cute wrapped in those blankets.” he said pulling you closer to him. “Look.”
You opened your eyes and saw the sun rising.
“You’re prettier.” he chuckled and opened the box in front of you. “Will you marry me?”
You tried turning around but the blankets restricted your movement, so the chair lost it’s balance and you both fell over. You both started laughing when you freed your hands on put them on his cheeks, squeezing them.
“Yes.” you said and kissed him.
A/N: Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions, etc. I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄
A/N: Okay, my first series (since Snowfall All Year is only a two parter I need to finish) I’ve been wanting to write a mafia!au for the longest time, and I am crazy late on the trend but fuck it. Hope y’all enjoy and give me some love!
Pairing: Mafia boss! Yoongi x reader (hopefully it’ll stay that way)
Word count: 2.7k
Genre: Angst, fluff, maybe some smut
Summary: Some things in this world are dangerous, and you, him, and the world you once lived in that now belongs to him are just some of many you can’t be free from, but do you even want to be?
“It’s time to go now, y/n.”
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“Five years after the fall of the underground power family, Moon Corporation, people still suspect an even more powerful company has taken their place since…”
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“The color red doesn’t suit this house well.”
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“The exposure beheld more answers than questions, but on the five-year anniversary of the suicidal explosion that killed the head, Mun Byungyeol and his daughter, the, as ordered to remain anonymous, green haired 13 year old. Colleagues mourn in secret and establishments fear an anniversary heist…”
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“Locals have several theories on the big conglomerate that now controls Seoul’s business, underground and above, with mafias and gangs running rampant, people fear the government is under their thumb as well…”
You inhaled deeply, as if just surfacing from the drowning body of water residing in your brain. Your fingers stilled from the tapping, a desperate attempt to make you surface, a sorry technique therapy drilled into you.
Four was too perfect of a number for such an ugly world, a world you had to feign blind to now.
Your palms retracted from their firm placement on the wall you leaned on, relaxing you. Releasing your slightly curled fingers, you stifled a laugh at the desperate attempt to grasp onto something.
Your little episode was finished as you settled your mind with the news continuing to drone on. Looking at the time, you decided it was time to get ready for your study session with Jungkook.
Jungkook was a guy in the same university as you, he was older, but you were a year ahead, so you were in the same class. He was your neighbor in this adequate apartment complex that you kept via a crappy waitressing job. He was the regular party boy always at clubs and coming home at ungodly hours of the night.
You weren’t exactly a social butterfly, so if you found one friend in Jungkook, you figured it wouldn’t be such a crime.
You faced the mirror, patting down your hair, “The green didn’t suit me well at all,” You mused, fixing your natural shade of hair, “Although the forest green was a nice shade on my skin.”
After gathering your study material, Jungkook knocked on your door and you studied like usual. He would always get distracted halfway through, though.“Why do you still have the news on?”
You looked at the TV and shrugged.
“I guess I forgot,” You spoke, “Now what did you think this-”
“Mafias and gangs…” He mused, “Aren’t they the same?”
The pencil in your hand stilled. Absolutely not. Gangs were pawns, the mafias in this world were the players. As a little girl, that was the first thing you had learned, how to play chess outside a casual park bench, how to play chess crushing people in your hands as you moved them.
“Like I care.”
“You aren’t scared of these guys at all?”
“Failing class is scary, that,” You gestured to the TV, “Is a cheap haunted house in comparison to the hell of getting a D for my semester grade.”
Jungkook stifled a laugh, “I’m thanking every divine being if I pass, but it’s worth it as opposed to only studying and working.”
You rolled your eyes, “Sorry I’m not a child of the night.” Not anymore, at least.
A few days later exams went well for you, and you finished your semester and had a solid two months off. All was well and it was peaceful in the dead of night.Too bad your body rejected sleep.This week was a big week.
“Dad?” You whimpered as a strong hand patted your head to calm you, or soften the blow of what’s to come, “Tell me you didn’t.”
Mun Byungyeol was a rough man who took you in as a young child. His men killed your parents for revenge and a nearly-dead 3-year-old suffering from starvation and cigarette burns was found at the scene. Initially resistant to your arrival, he got right to training you to be the heiress to replace the heir he never received.
He may have been rough, but he was a caring dad, even if you had never been his priority.
Not unless you could be used as currency.
“Y/n, it’s time for us to go,” He sighed, “I let this greed consume me, and I’m afraid it’s begun eating me alive now.”
Your mind couldn’t comprehend his words. The news was drowning out the comfort he attempted to give you. “…such evidence is linking the Moon Corporation to heinous mafia activities painting them as a possible syndicate, but no arrests have been made or criminal investigation on Mun Byungyeol himself, but many workers are being targeted due to possible involvement…”
Everything was dying. All your training was never for anything but fuel for his greed. You should be angry, shocked, appalled, but you weren’t. He’s been cashing out for so long on the blood of his family and foes that you didn’t even flinch when he said it. You did, however, flinch when the whole world highlighted it.
“If I just cash out and retire, we could never live in peace,” He shook his head as he switched off the TV, “But Uncle Byungjoo has a plan that I think might just work, but you and I won’t meet for a few years-”
He was going to abandon it. Cash out one last time, and leave. You were too surprised, you had put an inkling of faith in his heart to love this empire, like a fool. Your eyes widened at the notion of him abandoning you too. All you knew was his presence. All you knew were your father figures, “But the empire-”
“We were never an empire,” His self-loathing clung to each word, “I treated this organization as a bank, a money maker, it was inevitable that the paper I cradled would catch fire.”
You didn’t scream, yell, or cry. At least you hadn’t, yet.“Then who will rule Seoul?” You wondered aloud.
“A real syndicate.”
“Who will stay with me?”
He smiled warmly at you for the third time in your life, “One day, a real human.”
You woke up with a start from a bang on the door, but considering the 4 am hour, you chalked it up to city noise. Five years ago today, you saw the match light. In two days, it will have been five years ago you saw the flames engulf your home, your family, and everything you were. Each year, this week was chaos for the city of Seoul. Each day was accompanied by an event that slowly grew more and more above ground. It was almost mocking the past, the surfacing of dirty secrets. Secrets the world knew, but never wanted to see, cowards.
The new syndicate at the top of the kingdom was known as Bangtan to the underground scene, but with a “Group” tacked on after the ominous name, they were also the kings of the business world. They were much better at actually hiding their identities, hence why most average people assumed there was no such syndicate anymore or that the “law” took care of it. As if the “law” wasn’t under the thumb of the kings.
The only reason you were aware of their presence was because getting out of the game was easy, but you could never fully burn the console.
Another bang on your door startled you out of your thoughts, “I knew I shouldn’t have let you go alone to the bar before such a big day- where are your keys?!”
An unfamiliar voice spoke through your door.
“Ask, y/n,” Jungkook’s slurred voice rang out in a yell as you flinched at the volume, “Y/n! I need stitches!”
This wasn’t the first time Jungkook was yelling outside your door, most likely bleeding on your doormat. You never really asked questions, you just patched him up and left him on your couch.
“Is this even your door?! Did you lead me to one of your whore’s places?!”
“Bangtan!” Jungkook chanted in response.
This made you huff as you hopped out of bed in your large t-shirt and shorts and ripped the door open. You were faced with a blonde haired man in a three-piece suit accompanied by a trashed Jungkook with a short, but deep, cut on the corner of his forehead. The blonde-haired handsome man stopped struggling with Jungkook as he looked at you with the most pristine judging face, “Look, just forget we were-”
“Y/n!” Jungkook cheered before he passed out.
“He lives next door,” You remarked flatly, “No, I’m not one of his whores, more like one of his classmates, but I’ve seen those lines get blurred with him a lot, so I understand the assumption,” You looked at his forehead again, “And he does need stitches.”
The man narrowed his eyes, “Do you usually play nurse for him?”
“Only when his blood is dripping on my doormat, for the third time this month,” You angled your head down for the man to see, “Bring him in, you aren’t the first friend of his I’ve met-”
“Anymore blood on that mat and I’m making you pay for it, now come on,” You snapped as he walked in and sat Jungkook in a chair around your table. You shut the door as you pulled your first aid kit out, “You have to sit him on the floor or the couch.”He complied to the couch,
“Why does he-”
“When he wakes up, he attacks whoever is in front of him,” You spoke, preparing the needle and thread, “And I can’t stitch and hold him down at the table,” You explained, settling your knees to lock on both sides of Jungkook’s legs and your elbows pressing on his shoulders.
“Aren’t you scared he’ll hurt you?” The man asked as you began stitching.
You scoffed, “The only thing that scares me are failing grades.” You chuckled, “Plus Jungkook hurting me? Yeah, right. He has the fight of a peanut.”
Eventually, you just went on stitching in silence until the man broke the silence, “Who are you?” The man spoke mid-way through your stitching.
You paused for a moment, “Didn’t you hear Jungkook? I’m y/n, and who are you?”
“None of your concern,” He stated.“You’re bleeding on my hardwood floor, that has me pretty concerned.” You gestured to your hand to show him the small cut on his, “Concerned for my floor I mean.” You clarified, “The other two told me their first names at least.”
You thought back to the much pluckier and grateful Taehyung and Jimin as they smiled at you before taking Jungkook away.
He sighed, “Namjoon-”
You were tying the final knot when Jungkook snapped his eyes open. He immediately dove at you, pushing you to the floor, making the needle in your hand scratch your forearm before you threw it across the room to avoid the tempting notion of stabbing him with it. Namjoon was trying to find an opening to cut in between the struggling as Jungkook was sloppily throwing his fist down and you were moving your head to dodge each blow. Though his moves were sloppy, they were still fast, and Namjoon ended up watching in awe as you fearlessly slammed your forehead on his fresh stitches to make him stop to register the pain. You took advantage of the opening as you effortlessly pinned his arms down with your knees planted on his upper arms, “Jungkook!” You snapped as Namjoon watched his younger friend finally recognize you in his drunken haze.
“Y-Y/n?” He questioned, his tongue thick in his mouth, “You hurt my head- hey, you’re bleeding on my shirt!”
Your arm had a gash the length of a half ruler, it was shallow, but still dripping blood, but you didn’t flinch, “Wonder who made me hurt both my arm and their head, jackass,” You muttered, examining his stitches to make sure the impact didn’t affect the new suture, “And you got your blood on my doormat and my forehead, so let’s call it a draw.”
Namjoon was beginning to suspect you were more than a college student. With the sheer fearlessness and those fighting skills, you had to be something or someone who was anything but a regular student. Upon this realization, he then felt enormous regret wash over him for telling you his name. Yoongi would be livid if the empire was affected by Namjoon’s poor judgment, even in the most minuscule of ways. This string of thoughts prompted his mistake of grasping your wounded forearm to make you stand so he could properly question you. What he didn’t calculate in that movement was the fact that he grasped your fresh cut, which hurt like a bitch. This pain made you bring your other forearm to his neck, pressing firmly into his trachea as his back hit the wall with a bang, “Don’t ever manhandle a lady, Namjoon,” You seethed as you released him, “Care to explain yourself?”
Namjoon regained his composure, impressed by your reaction time and ability to weaken his pride in such a short matter of seconds, “Who are you?” His tone was rougher in comparison to when he first asked the question.
“None of your concern,” You mocked, “Now take your sloppy friend, an alcohol pad and go-”
Your anger was cut short by a cloth that smelled an awful lot like chloroform engulfing your senses and releasing you from consciousness.
Today begins a new chapter in my life. My husband Tim who fought ALS for 4 years died early Sunday morning. I knew I would not be prepared even though I knew it was coming. We are never prepared to lose a loved one. I am no longer a caregiver. I woke up today with both sadness and relief and guilt. Sad to lose my love of 30 years, relief that he is no longer suffering and of course the guilt that maybe there was something more that I could have done.
But I’m a fighter and a survivor and always an optimist. I will move on. I will enjoy my children. I will enjoy my gymnastics business. I will visit Scotland and embrace more travel. And I will climb a mountain or two. I even put aside all my fandom mixed feeling and joined MPC……I start today. Whatever you are facing….you can survive…start today.
I’ve got a story from last weekend. I was being lazy, as I usually am, and I paid for it. I was wearing pink fuzzy socks, white sweat pants, and dark blue panties.
I was really tired and cold last Saturday and I ended up laying down in bed to warm up and maybe take a short nap. I did fall asleep for like a solid 4 hours, yeah I was pretty tired lol. When I woke up I really had to go pee. And when I say I really had to go, I mean like even laying in bed hurt my bladder. I knew I was going to have to get out of bed and pee, but I also knew that when I started moving my bladder might not handle it very well, aaand it was going to be a painful walk to the bathroom. So I decided it would be a good idea to pee a little while in bed to try and help decrease the pain and fullness of my bladder so I could get up easier. I relaxed my muscles and pee almost immediately gushed into my pants. My crotch got hot and I felt trickles of pee run down and onto my butt. It took alot of effort and 5 seconds peeing before I could stop. And as planned I felt alot better and was confident I could make it to the bathroom to finish. As I sat up, I got distracted by a notification on my phone, it was a snapchat and for some reason I stayed in bed and replied to it and others.
Then the next thing I know, I’m waking up a few hours later, I think it was like 2 hours because it was 5 pm when I woke up and the last time I remembered was 3:05pm. My phone was on my chest. “What the hell? Did I fall back asleep?” I thought to myself as I sat up. I pull off my blankets and saw my pants had dried but were stained yellow around my crotch. I lifted my pants to check my underwear, it was dry, and you couldn’t tell they were once wet because they are such a dark blue. And oh boy, when I thought I really had to pee when I woke up the first time, I was wrong. My bladder was bulging and every little movement hurt so much it was getting harder and harder to hold it in. “Shit, I guess I never peed before I fell back asleep. God dang it Kate you are so stupid!” At this point I knew if I tried to pee a little to help relieve the pressure I wouldn’t be able to stop myself very easily..if at all. And I wasn’t in the mood to wet myself and soak my bed.
So I painfully got out from under the covers and came to sitting on the side of my bed. While I was moving I actually forced some pee out and dampend my crotch. I stood up and slowly walked to my door, like one step every 2 seconds. I had to go soooo bad. Standing put even more pressure on my bladder and my muscles were very very weak so I bent over a little bit to try and fight that pain. I made my way out of my room and turned the corner to see the bathroom door was closed.“fuck, really? Someone has to be in it RIGHT NOW?!” And instead of waiting at the door to go when whoever was in it was done(which I clearly should have done) I make the desperate decision to go use the other bathroom upstairs. I turn back around and slowly, and painfully make my way to the other side of the house.
When I got to the bathroom I had to force myself to stand up straight so I could get to the toilet faster. I closed the door and made it in front of the bathtub (the toilet is right next to the tub separated by a wall, so I was REALLY close) when I felt my bladder give in. Pee filled my pants with a loud hiss, my crotch got hot and wet as pee ran down my legs leaving yellow trails in my pants and quickly soaking my socks. Instead of just standing there I rushed towards the toilet, still peeing and leaving a trail of pee on the floor. I sat down on the toilet, fully clothed, and continued peeing. Pee ran into my butt and I felt it getting warmer and wetter. My crotch slowly turned dark yellow with all the pee. I was sitting, peeing my pants on the toilet for 2 minutes. When I had finished I stood up and some pee that had pooled up in my pants ran down my legs and into my socks. I cleaned up the floor and looked in the mirror. My butt and crotch were yellow and you could see my blue underwear. There were yellow lines running down my legs and socks were soaked.
Still low key disappointed I had peed my pants, I changed into clean black panties and black yoga pants. Hope you enjoyed, I know its been awhile!
A/N: I woke up this morning with this idea and i couldn’t get it out of my head all day and i HAD to write it, I hope you enjoy!
Writing Prompt: AU where everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate. When your soulmate dies, everything goes back to black and white.
Summary: Jason suddenly wakes up seeing black and white
Relationships: Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings: Death (Nothing too major)
Word Count: 489
You and Jason had been together for over four years, which was a surprise to you as it only felt like yesterday was the first day you saw colour, the first day you met the person you were destined to be with. Today was no different, you woke up at 4 AM hearing your lover groaning in pain as he slips into the house through the window, popping off his helmet and placing it to the side.
Without a second thought you pull yourself out of bed and grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom, walking into the living room to find Jason on the couch, tiredly waiting for you.
“So? Tell me, what happened today?” you ask, taking a seat on the couch while gesturing for him to take his shirt off.you were beyond surprised when you found out he was Red Hood, it was bad timing too as you came home form work early to find Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, Batgirl, and Robin chilling in your living room expecting Jason, or well Red Hood, to come home.
That day was a disaster and ever since you always had a first aid kit in every room in the house and Bruce’s number on speed dial just in case.
“Mmm… I don’t even want to talk about it, Joker was involved, Dic and Tim came in at one point…” he muttered tiredly not having the energy to speak clearly, striping out of his armour and leaning against you for support.
“Alright, well let me patch you up and get you to bed, I’m going to work early today so I might as well take a shower now…” you lean over and give Jason a quick kiss before letting him rest on you lap as you begin tending to his wounds.
Jason woke up in bed to the faint sound of the TV being on, at first he thought it was you and you had gotten off of work to stay home for the day instead of going, however that quickly changed when he cracked his eyes open to the sight of black and white. He bolted up with a groan due to the pain from his wounds, frantically looking around the room in desperate need to see some sort of colour.
He rushed out of the room in a panic, seeing his two brothers Dick and Tim sitting peacefully on the couch flipping through channels.
“Jason! You’re finally awake, we came to check u-” Dick began to speak but was cut off by Jason mumbling something under his breath. Tim glanced over his shoulder to his older brother, noticing something very off about him.
“Jason?” Tim Hopped over the backside of the couch in a hurry, nearly tripping while doing so.
“I… where is it? I can’t see it…” Jason leaned against the doorframe, eyes wide with horror. Tim laid a hand on his shoulder, glancing back at Dick who was clearly concerned for him.