Virgil had a
notebook. A kind of worn out, once black
notebook with purple pen scratches all across the front. The others rarely got to see this notebook,
but they were well aware of its existence.
For the most part, no one dared to ask what it was for or if they could
see it. No one, not even Patton, was
curious enough to risk the little bit of trust and confidence building between
them and the anxious side.
That is…until Virgil
got more confident and trusted them more.
The notebook made
its way out of his room more and more, finding its way onto the coffee table,
dining table, the counters, and the sofa much more often. Every now and then one of them would catch
Virgil with his knees to his chest scribbling away in the book, and just seeing it drove them crazy.
To say that Logan
wasn’t dying to know what was in the book would have been the biggest lie ever
told in the mind palace. As the logical
side, he was also the side that enjoyed learning the most. Learning, observing…dying of curiosity. Secrets
were not his thing. They were not his “jam.” What was
his “jam” was figuring out why Virgil hid the notebook when he was using it.
And now, he had an
“Be right back,”
Virgil mumbled. The anxious side hopped
up from his spot on the other end of the sofa and dragged his notebook into his
spot. Logan watched him leave and round
the corner to his room, and it didn’t take long for all of that curiosity to
come rushing to the forefront of his mind.
What could be in
this mysterious notebook? Drawings? Logan thought of all the possibilities for
Virgil Drawings. From a Tim Burton-esque
style all the way down to an Invader Zim style.
Mainly monsters or gore…or possibly he’d be full of surprises and fill
the notebook with drawings that calmed him?
Kittens, puppies, maybe a few koalas or red pandas? Or maybe he was a classic early 2000s emo
child and filled his notebook with stitched-up, bandaged-up, and bleeding
Perhaps the notebook
contained his thoughts. What a trip that
would be. Thoughts and analyses of ever
scenario Thomas encountered. It’d
probably be a mish-mash and assorted lists of words indecipherable to anyone
But then…Virgil had
said before that he wrote. Sonnets, at
least. Could this notebook be his
Logan caught his
hand gravitating toward the book, and he snatched the offending digits back
against his chest. No, he couldn’t. He would not be the first to break. Virgil would share the contents of the book
when he felt he was ready, and Logan would just have to respect that.
…But he wouldn’t
even know if Logan took a quick peak just to see what Virgil used the notebook
…But that would
still be abusing Virgil’s trust. He left
the book there out of trust.
“I’m back,” Virgil
announced, throwing himself down on top of the book. He pulled it back out from underneath himself
and opened it up to wherever he’d left off.
“Needed a different blue.”
This is what Gajeel said in Chapter 486 during his fight with Bloodman:
As it can be seen, immediately after hearing Gajeel’s words, Levy became incredibly frightened and worried. She couldn’t believe that Gajeel had actually said something like that.
After some moments, Levy jumped between Gajeel and Bloodman in order to protect Gajeel with her Solid Script Magic. Then, the first thing she told Gajeel was:
She remembered Gajeel’s exact words from before. Even though Gajeel hadn’t given much thought to the way he had worded that reply of his and, just like he stated here, he had simply tried to come up with a good comeback while saying that, Levy had still become really anxious because of his words.
She jumped in front of Gajeel exactly in order to prevent his words from happening. She wanted to protect him, no matter the cost.
Right after that, she made her absolute wish even more clear:
And, of course, Levy’s words deeply touched Gajeel’s heart, as he realised once again just how far she’d go in order to protect him:
Also, another instance that showed just how much Levy values Gajeel’s words and how attentive she is to everything he says is represented by Chapter 471:
Here, Gajeel promised Levy that he would bring her back to the guild. Thus, he basically promised her that both of them would eventually be fine. This promise was extremely important to Levy and made her feel much better, as it can be seen in this panel:
Panther Lily was glad to hear Gajeel’s words, as well. :)
Later, in Chapter 502, right after the reunion between Gajeel and Levy had taken place, Levy said this to Gajeel:
This way, Levy reminded Gajeel of his promise from Chapter 471, thus proving that she hadn’t forgotten it, of course. She then showed him how incredibly important it was to her and how much she wanted Gajeel to keep his promise:
Gajeel perfectly understood Levy’s wish and concerns and he promised that he would absolutely keep his word:
Gajeel understood how much he meant for Levy and how much she wanted him to be safe, just as much as he wanted her to be completely protected. Thus, this way, Gajeel assured Levy for good that both of them would eventually be fine and that he would do everything needed so that both of them would make it back to the guild, safe and sound. c:
"i’m scared of the dentist so i brought my best friend along for support but they’ve been flirting with the dentist for the past fifteen minutes and now i’m third wheeling at my own dentist appointment’ au" Please? :)
May I present hot dentist Derek and shameless flirter Stiles! (also on ao3!)
“Dude, c’mon. Stop being such a freakin’ baby,” Stiles instructed loftily as he plopped down into one of the waiting room’s uncomfortable plastic chairs, crossing his legs to rest his ankle on his opposite knee, trying to get as comfy as he could on the hard blue plastic seat. He plucked a magazine at random from off the veritable mountain of tabloid spreads and old newspapers on the long coffee table in the center of the room, thumbing through it until he found some interesting pictures along with an article about lions.
Scott groaned low in his throat and begrudgingly took a seat beside him, pouting like a petulant little child as he folded his arms over his chest and stared down at the black and white tiled floor that looked like it had come right out of a 1980’s kitchen. Stiles nudged Scott’s arm with his elbow, flashing his friend a bolstering smile as he told him, “It’s just the dentist, relax. What’s the worst that could happen?”
Scott didn’t seem to appreciate the advice, sending Stiles a pathetic attempt at a glare that was supposed to be scathing but in reality just made him look more constipated than a Chihuahua. Apparently, Scott took his dental hygiene very seriously and while he had been going to Hale Dentistry ever since he was a little kid, same as Stiles, he had been anxious for his appointment since he was informed that his usual dentist would not be in and another doctor would be covering the checkup.
So, being the amazing, wonderful, out of this world best friend slash pretty much brother, that Stiles was, when he found out that Scott was worried about his appointment, he volunteered to go along with him. For moral support, of course.
It certainly wasn’t because his dad was trying some new diet that was beyond disgusting and was invented solely to torment Stiles’ taste buds, the Sheriff insisting that his only son stick to said hellish diet to show solidarity. Yup, it had nothing to do with the fact that he was hoping to stop by McDonald’s and Taco Bell on his way home. Nada.
Stiles had at first just thought that Scott was a little cagey because of the disruption to his routine, never a huge fan of change, thinking that his buddy was just a little nervous about meeting the new doctor that would have their fingers all up in his mouth. But that wasn’t the case. Scott was genuinely anxious, jumping from one worst case scenario to the next, one minute talking about how the new doctor might accidentally chip his tooth and the next talking about how he hoped the new doctor didn’t smell bad.
Stiles had a feeling that he was experiencing what it was like for other people when he inevitably wound up rambling on and on about something or another. He would have to bake his dad an appreciation cake. A low-fat, dairy-free appreciation cake, of course.
With his usual comforting tactics not working, namely self-deprecating humor and poor attempts at levity, Stiles decided to go the way of quiet comfort, gently patting Scott’s arm and giving him lots of thumbs up and encouraging smiles until the receptionist called them back to the exam room. Stiles hopped up out of his seat, feeling a bit fidgety and restless and extremely unfocused since he had forgotten his Adderall that morning. Scott much more reluctant to get back to his feet.
They followed the pretty nurse, who wore a nametag pinned to her orange fox patterned scrubs that identified her as Kira, into the exam room, Stiles thanking her while Scott continued to sulk like a kid who had just let go of his balloon. While Scott got situated in the exam seat, Stiles sunk down into a nice cushiony chair by the door, tugging his phone out of his pocket to check Pokemon Go, having been addicted since they added Gen Two.
He managed to catch two Jigglypuffs and a Cyndiquil before the doctor came in the room, making Stiles’ jaw nearly drop. Because doctors, especially not dentists, should be allowed to be that hot. Once someone achieved that level of hotness they should be promoted to Calvin Klein models or porn stars, preferably gay porn stars.
I did A Thing! Bindi’s cage is now naturalistic…bio-active status pending until I can get clean up crew ordered. But I was tired of watching her try to dig to nowhere, and tired of telling myself that I’d wait until I could buy everything I wanted for it.
I’m not really entirely happy with it yet for that reason. I still want to get some cork bark or rounds for a hide, some other wood pieces & some rocks, more leaf litter (on its way), clean up crew, and I want to replace the annoying CHE lamp stand with a radiant heat panel. Most of that is waiting until I see if I can get a refund on a theater membership thing I got at the beginning of the year. Fingers crossed on that!
For now, she has what’s shown in the picture, and will be keeping her igloo, though she’s never used it much. Curious to see where she’ll decide to hide now that she doesn’t have a liner to dig under. XD I tried to give some cover with the fake plants, and she has her PVC pipe still too. I have sphagnum moss, orchard grass hay, and some leaves scattered on top of the substrate, we’ll see if she does anything with those.
I have her in her hide in one of the crates for now - the top soil had a bit of a funky smell to it, so I’m leaving the cage open to air out for a few more hours, then I’ll try putting her in & see what happens. If she seems extremely distressed or bothered, I’ll keep her in one of the emergency totes until tomorrow, then try again.
Concept: Pattern meeting Anti (he is willing to fight anyone for Virgil after all lmao)
(”He’s got a lotta love to give.” Patton is my light.)
Virgil is reading by himself one day in the Mind Palace when he hears static like a TV set that’s lost signal. He looks up to see a putrid green face with a bright, evil grin staring down at him. “Are ya what they call a dark side around here?”
Virgil glances around and sinks farther into the couch in fear. “Thomas doesn’t have a whole lot of darkness in him. That’s not my fault.”
Anti traces the tip of his dagger down the side of Virgil’s face and giggles. “Well then, I suppose you’ll have to do.”
Patton pops into the room. “Hello, smol dark son. How are you doin’ this dandy day?” Patton sees Anti standing over Virgil with a knife and instantly goes into Dad vs. Bully mode. “Unhand my anxious child!” He jumps at Anti full force, and the glitch blips out of the way.
“What the…?” Anti jumps back again as Patton materializes Roman’s sword and starts swinging it at Anti. The glitch nopes out, and Patton is left blindly swinging the blade around like a maniac.
Virgil waits until he calms down enough to realize that Anti is gone before getting up and taking the sword away from him. “I didn’t even know you could do that.”
“What? Make Roman’s sword appear? I guess I really am a Gryffindor, huh?” Patton grins.
Virgil shakes his head with a little smirk. “No, I didn’t think you could be scary.”
This post is for any mutuals I have who would like to interact at some point. It will essentially let me know that it’s okay
to approach you for RP/thread ideas and plots, send in random ask
memes, or even OOC interaction. Because I’m a very shy person, i feel
like this is something that will definitely help me to overcome my
uncertainty and anxiety to send in messages, and to communicate better with my mutuals overall.
I’m so sorry anon this took soo long I hope you understand.
Resentful // Taeyong
Pairing: Reader x Taeyong
Word count: 970
Genre: Angst, fluff
Description: Taeyong gets jealous of his girlfriend, who is one of NCT’s stylists, showing Jaehyun too much affection.
Y/N’s POV You entered NCT’s dressing room, you were so incredibly lucky to be one of their stylists, meaning that you could spend a lot of time with your boyfriend, Taeyong, who you’d been in love with for a long time, and the fear of becoming distant to him diminished when you were hired by SM to be their stylist ‘on the go’. It was an incredibly crucial time for NCT, they had just debuted, and you were trying your absolute best to comfort Taeyong as much as possible, he was understandably very stressed and worn out from all of his consistent hard work, and lately, as a result, you had noticed he had become very easily irritable. You were supposed to go and sort out Jaehyun’s hair, they were getting ready to perform on a live show, and they were all so nervous. You went over to Jaehyun in an attempt to calm him down.
“Hi oppa!” you said playfully, Jaehyun looked up in the mirror at you and smiled greeting you back. You started straightening his hair, getting lost in a conversation. Once you had finally finished he looked approvingly at his hair, “You never fail to impress me y/n” he said, and you felt yourself blush slightly. Just then he reached out to take something out of your bangs, it was a little piece of foil which he let fall to the ground, “Maybe I should have left it there” he said ruffling your fringe, and you pushed him away as a joke, and his parting messed up slightly. You told him to stop joking around so much warning him that you’d quit your job, and he pouted. You fixed his parting one last time, “How do I look?” he asked posing, making you giggle, “You look amazing as always” You turned towards the door to see Taeyong stood there, his eyes burning through you, you couldn’t tell if he was annoyed, tired, or stressed, he didn’t even smile back at you, he just stared, his cute bangs partially covering his eyes. He just entered the room and slumped in his chair behind the mirror without saying a word, and with that Jaehyun left you both smiling reassuringly at you
The atmosphere was so tense and apprehensive; you gulped slightly as you walked towards your boyfriend, firmly placing a hand on his shoulder, to which he did not react at all, he was motionless. “Tae I’m so excited for the performance” you attempted to make conversation, picking up the straighteners plugging them in, and he faintly hummed in response. “Don’t worry you’ll do amazing as always” you reassured, picking up a strand of hair that was framing his face to start straightening it, but Taeyong forcefully pushed your hand away making you flinch in shock, almost dropping the hot straighteners, you were so taken aback and shocked by his actions, and you looked at him, confused. He sighed in annoyance and left the room without even making eye contact, leaving you just standing there, immobile, throat dry, eyes stinging. You had seen his small scar at the corner of his eye, several times, and he had never reacting in this way before, you didn’t know why he was being so sensitive. You slowly walked towards the other dressing room to see your colleague doing Taeyong’s hair, you felt your heart sink, perplexed about what you had done wrong.
Whilst watching the performance, you didn’t feel the usual upbeat hype you did, it was instead replaced by a consuming anxious feeling, you were jumping to all sorts of conclusions in your head, you wanted to know why Taeyong snapped at you all of a sudden, why he had been behaving this way. Just then you were snapped out of your daze by Mark, “How were we noona?” he asked, so full of energy. “You all did so well” you forced a cheerful tone, but inside you felt deflated, you traced Mark’s footsteps to go and find Taeyong, on the way you encountered every other member, except him. You then opened the door to the dressing room he had been in earlier, and saw him sat alone, his back towards you. “Oppa” your voice trailed off when he slowly turned around, when you walked towards him, he stood up to face you. “What have I done wrong?” you asked naively, straight to the point.
“Wrong?!” he snapped, he had never spoken to you like this before, and you felt a lump forming in your throat. “You’re such a slut why don’t you go see if Jaehyun’s okay” he spat, and you felt your eyes welling up, you came to the sudden realisation that he was jealous earlier, but deep down in your heart you knew that it meant nothing, you were just good friends with Jaehyun, and Taeyong knew that.
“Tae, we’re just friends, if it makes you feel better I’ll just go..far away” you sobbed, voice cracking, and as you took a step back from him, his dark eyes finally softened, full of concern. He darted towards you, holding your shoulder firmly, “y/n I’m so sorry I didn’t mean that, I just…well…I’m just scared you’ll leave me for someone better….like Jaehyun” his voice trailed off, he was unable to make eye contact with you.
You placed a hand on his cheek “Tae I love you for who you are, I’m in love with you, you’re always telling me not to care about my appearance, so why are you being such a hypocrite? You look amazing all the time, and I don’t even know what I did to deserve you” you said, your fingers lightly tracing his scar, he grabbed your hand and moved it down, before his lips collided with yours, and you felt him smile in the kiss…
Young Tia wanted desesperatly to make studies about thoses mysterious
creatures. One book in Starwill’s library got her attention : “terrian
dragons : the emerald caverns of Dragon’s lair”. Not much informations
were written in it but she wanted to know more about theses dragons she
never saw. During the night, she sneaked outside with her sister and
made the long travel to the dragon’s territory. Arrived in the
mountains, the two sees a huge glowing hole. Luna goes inside first
“what are you afraid of Tia ?”, anxious Celestia jump in the hole. They
saw a little blue dragon on a pile of jewels and precious stones, an egg
jealously guarded by the creature’s tail. Curious, she studied it, his
forms, the colors…Luna takes it with her magic “if you want it so
badly why not take it !”, Celestia started to yell at his young sister
but it was already too late. The mom dragon woke up and saw the the egg
with the ponies. The creature started to attack but in a instant the two
alicorns flees with their wings. Full of greed, the dragon became
bigger and bigger… enough big to take them before the end of the hole.
The alicorns were already too high in the sky for the no-wings dragon.
“give it back to her Tia !” Luna’s screamed at Tia. “I can’t, It’s
already too late, sister”
Spike entered the cavern, unsure and afraid of the giant creature he
would meet…. In dancing flames a giant emerald dragon appeared of the
gold cave, angry about the one who interrupted her nap. She responds to a
violent growl as the yound and little one ask “are you my mom ?”
Description: You are a curator at one of the many museums in Paris, and have finally earned the bosses trust. But after a strange meeting with a new coworker and his friends, you begin receiving messages from an unknown party.
“You talk to yourself, too much. I’m starting to think the isolation is getting—“ His voice trailed off as he turned his gaze from the floor to you. He wore loose-fitted sweatpants, and a toothbrush was clenched between his jaws. His hair dripped to the floor.
“What the hell?” He exclaimed, quickly gripping his toothbrush as he made way over to you. Jimin smiled brightly. “How the hell did you get out of there?”
Jimin stopped in front of you, taking in how you looked in the new setting—you still donned the dress Taehyung bestowed onto you, and your lipstick had faded. Mascara stained your cheeks, and scrapes coated your knees from the fall hours before. Jimin let out a sigh, pulling you into a hug. You hesitated, returning the hug shortly. He smelt sweet.
Feedback appreciated– Please reblog!– Let me know if you need translations!
It was quiet. And it was awkward. Lance hated that he felt
so awkward. Still, he felt that if he spoke, his voice would tremble as badly
as his heart was beating. He cleared his throat nervously and leaned against
the door, looking at the houses they passed by and listened to the gentle hum
of the engine and the low melody of the radio.
“Why’d your brother sound so upset?” he heard suddenly.
Lance looked over at him and frowned. Keith was looking at
the road. “I’m not sure. He’s a jerk sometimes, that’s why I like calling him
Bobo.” The corner of his mouth twitched and his eyes flitted over to Lance for
a few seconds. “So, what brought on the sudden car ride?” he asked.
He was quiet for a moment. Then, “You know how you talk
about being more than just this? About being bigger than Houston slums and
whatnot?” Lance nodded, then hummed in agreement when he realized Keith
wouldn’t see him. “Are you like… ashamed of your past? Like…. Do you want to be
more and go off to a big university to leave it behind? Erase it?”
The question had caught him off guard. He hadn’t expected
it. He wasn’t sure what he expected to be asked, but erasing his past? “No,” he
murmured. “No I don’t think so. I’m proud of who I am. Of who my family is.
Despite the lack of education or resources, they each did something. You know,
the restaurant, the shop, and whatnot. They’re still able to throw a kickass
party when needed. We’ve worked hard and that’s what our past shows.”
“Then what is it that you want to prove by going away and
being ‘more’ like you always say?” he asked. His voice was urgent, like he
needed Lance to give him a foolproof answer.
“I-I don’t know. I guess I just don’t want to fit in the
stereotype too. I mean, my aunts all work in salons or as waitresses besides
Tia Carla who owns the restaurant. My older cousins are off who knows where. My
mom has worked all her life cleaning houses, my buela used to work fields in
Mexico before coming here and doing being a housemaid. Papo worked in the
fields too, and he got here and has the shop. I want to show that the hard work
means something. I didn’t have to work fields, so I want to keep improving
where we come from. I mean, do you know how frustrating it is when you see
television series or movies and any time you see a Hispanic person, they end up
being a maid or a gardener or a drug dealer or a cholo or some shit?” He sighed and shook his head. “I’m sick of
people thinking they know where my life is going just because I come from
stereotypes. But I also don’t look down on my family for making an honest
He was quiet for a while again. Like he was mulling over the
response. Lance didn’t expect the ride to go that way. With Keith asking
questions and Lance ranting, waiting in silence until Keith spoke again.
ANDI CAN YOU PLEASE BLESS ME WITH SOME ANALOGICAL HALLOWEEN FLUFF. like maybe they eat a bunch of candy together and start playfully throwing it at each other & giggling bc that's cute to me for some reason?? and they do this while a horror movie plays in the background and a loud jumpscare makes Virgil flinch and Logan just hands him a piece of candy and kisses him and everythings better and i think im crying now please writing something like this i love you friendo 💛🎃
A pile of wrappers had started to collect on the coffee table, not that either Logan or Virgil cared. The two had long since abandoned any amount of care in favor of the giggly, slightly hyper states they now found themselves in.
“I bet you can’t catch this in your mouth, Lo,” Virgil said through his giggles, sitting back with a piece of candy corn in his hand.
“I bet I can,” Logan said, leaning back on his palms. “ ‘s’not hard!”
“What do I get if you can’t?” Virgil asked, smirk playing on his lips.
Logan sat and pondered for a moment before grinning nearly ear-to-ear. “…Would you like a kiss?” he asked. Virgil laughed and threw the candy directly at Logan’s face. The candy corn bounced off the logical side’s mouth as he attempted to snatch it out of the air, but Virgil didn’t even get an opportunity to laugh or celebrate when a scream sounded from the TV.
The anxious side jumped at the scream, recoiling. Logan sat up and scooted closer to him, taking a piece of candy off the table. “Kiss?” He dropped the drop of chocolate into Virgil’s palm, rubbing his own thumb over Virgil’s knuckles. Virgil whined and nodded, popping the sweet into his mouth.
Logan smiled, leaning over to steal a different kiss from Virgil’s lips. As he sat back down, he couldn’t help but laugh at the face Virgil made. “You did win the bet, love.”
Distraction “kisses” were great, but Logan’s kisses were even better.
//I’LL GET YOUR OTHER ONE LATER, I’VE GOTTA GET READY FOR WORK AGHHHHH i love you too pal
requested? • yes, by @dreambxg (THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING)
prompts • “I’m sorry I scared you, I didn’t mean to.” + “Do not. Tempt me.”
warnings? • Fluff
summary • You receive hate for being with your boyfriend, Jake Avery, and the situation goes too far.
word count • 949 words
authors note • No hate to the any fans (the Limelights), but there are people who hate on girls that are close to the boys… I hope this was “fluffy-ish” enough! I tried hard and I had an idea pop in my head. I hope you like it!
There was almost never a dull moment at the Why Don’t We house in LA. They were always goofing off or playing around in some way. And it was no exception between you and your boyfriend, Jack.
He constantly made you laugh, with his silly jokes and frequent tickle attacks. He knew how to make moments feel like they’d last forever, and he knew how to make you feel like you’re in high school and in love.
But lately, the Limelights were ruthless. They pointed out every flaw of yours, highlighting every insecurity you’ve ever had. They somehow got inside your head, twisting words and ideas around.
“Wow, Y/N doesn’t exactly have a pretty smile.”
So, you stopped smiling around the boys and posted pictures
without what you thought once was a beautiful smile.
“Y/N’s just using the boys for fame and to make money.”
Less frequent trips to the beautiful home of the boys from Why
Don’t We was your ultimate answer.
“She doesn’t even try to talk to fans.”
You started to reply to the comments left on your Instagram pictures,
opened direct messages, answered back, and tweeted back to fans.
Unfortunately, the hate only continued. And the fans noticed you weren’t
around Jack as much anymore and began to question everything about the
relationship between the you and Jack.
The boys started asking their own questions, missing your
company. Daniel asked if you were busy, Zach questioned if you had time, Jonah
wondered if you needed some time away from the band, and Corbyn tried to get
you to facetime them.
You told Daniel you were and that college was getting
harder. Explaining to Zach that college was harder than high school, he always
answered back with an “Okay.” You reassured Jonah that they were not the
problem, the real problem was school. Declining the FaceTime calls, you texted
back with your usual excuse, “Exams tomorrow! Have to study. Sorry.”
Jack stayed silent, only sending you the daily “good morning”
and “good night” texts. You answered with the same words, not once thinking
about explaining your sudden distance.
But that was all he could think about.
You were flipping through a psychology textbook mindlessly, imagining
the new words being formed and posted about your pictures this moment. What
could they be saying now? That you’re fat? Ugly? Your eyes are too close
together? You have fat thighs? Could they be saying that you don’t love Jack?
They couldn’t be more wrong.
Reaching for your phone, you were filled with dread as you
thought more about what people were saying about you. Your phone took forever
unlocking – or was that just your mind playing tricks on you? It was possible,
as you were becoming anxious. Your leg began to jump up and down, as it usually
did when you were becoming restless and anxious. Your eye caught the fat jiggle
as your leg shook and you thought of what fans have said before.
A loud knock suddenly snapped you out of the daze you were
in. You remembered the food you had ordered earlier and got out of your chair
in excitement. You had decided to get some healthy Chinese takeout that was
located near your apartment building, asking for steamed dumplings and chicken
lo mein. For a side, you requested steamed brown rice.
Throwing open your door open with the biggest smile on your
face, you were met with Jack’s concerned chocolate brown eyes.
The smile was immediately wiped off your face as your jaw
dropped in surprise. “Jack?” you asked in wonder. “Wha-What are you doing here?”
“I texted you, asking if you were okay,” he answered,
fiddling around with a bracelet given to him by a fan. “That was three hours
ago. I was scared - I thought that maybe something happened or someone got to
“I’m okay,” you reassured, biting your lower lip. You had
muted any text messages that you got from Jack, because he only ever texted you
twice nowadays. “I’m sorry I scared you,
I didn’t mean to.”“What’s going on with you?” Jack questioned, his eyebrows
furrowing together. “You are so distant and you’ve stopped smiling.”
“Nothing,” you exclaimed, a little bit too quickly.
His eyes narrowed at you as you bit your thumb nail,
squirming under his stare. “What’s really going on?” Jack asked, his voice soft.
“What’s really going on?” Jack asked, his voice soft.
A moment of hesitation passed before everything spilled out –
the hate, the tears, and the constant apologies. Anger began to seep through
Jack’s face as you continued to tell him all his fans have said and all you’ve
“Please, don’t get angry at your fans,” you begged once you’ve
calmed down. His face was pink with fury, a flame in his eyes. “I’ll spend the
next month with you, just smothering you in affection.”
“Do not. Tempt me,” he
scolded, wagging a finger at you.“They
can’t treat you like this.”
You shrugged, pulling him closer to you. “They’re protective
of you. They love you,” you whispered. “And I don’t blame them.”
He crossed his arms, his lips forming a perfect frown as he
thought everything through.
“If it’ll make you feel better, you can go live on Instagram
or YouNow and address this,” you suggested. “And I’ll be right here with you.”
The frown was replaced with his lovely smile as he gazed at
you. “God, I’ve missed you,” he exclaimed, throwing his arms around you. He
began to pepper you with kisses, giggles escaping through your lips. “I’ve
missed so much.”
Title: 恋の予感 / Koi No Yokan (Yoongi/Suga) Genre: Angst, Slight Fluff. Words: 1258 Warning: Suicide attempt A/N: This was obviously based on the first chapter of All the Bright Places. I love that book! It’s so beautiful and the ending was just…oh well. Anyway, I’ve been doing my thesis recently and I only write on my notebook so it takes a lot of time. Enjoy!
恋の予感 Koi No Yokan (Japanese) The sense one can have upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall in love. Differs from “love at first sight” as it does not imply that the feeling of love exists, only the knowledge that a future love is inevitable.
Yoongi gazed down at the unaware people. They were mostly walking in groups, their chatters were drowned by the loud and busy city behind them. Yoongi looked up and ahead at the sun that was slowly dripping into the horizon. The afternoon haze looked so perfect.
He stood at the edge of the rooftop and spread his arms like wings, closing his eyes. Feeling the wind still around him, he takes slow and deep breaths. Maybe he could let the wind take him away. Let it make him drift away.
Yoongi felt himself slowly inching towards the very end. He could feel his knees go weak, his heart beat slow and sluggish, and his mind racing to finality. Everything seemed to make him anxious, making him encouraged to jump. Jump, jump, jump.
A loud sound of something falling and a voice stops him.
“Aish seriously.” Yoongi’s eyes shot open and he jerks his head to look at you. You were on the ground with tin cans and bottles. Apparently, you had fallen on your butt.
“Do you know how to waltz?” you shyly and nervously ask. You didn’t know what to do. It was so obvious that this guy in front of you had decided to use your little ‘hang out place’ into his suicide shrine.
You didn’t want that.
And strangely, you felt that you didn’t want him to die either.
Yoongi only gawked at you, his brain still processing on your question. She asked you if you knew how to waltz, idiot.
“Uhm, do you know or not?” you stand up and put a hand on a hip, trying to look cool.
Yoongi gives you a strange look before thinking about it. Did he know how to waltz? He wasn’t entirely sure, though. But he did remember practising for his sister’s debut. Still, it’s not as if he wanted to dance with you.
Before he could say no and turn away, you walk near him and grab his arm. You pull the surprised boy near you and away from the side.
“I think it doesn’t matter, I still need a partner,” you shrug. “Let’s dance, shall we?”
The sudden contact had surprised Yoongi. He suddenly felt comfort seeping inside him. His heart gave a lively beat. He suddenly felt happy that you pulled him away.
Yoongi growls at this and tears himself away from you, “No.” He just met you. He doesn’t know you.
“Well then, it’s either me calling for 911 and you ending up in front of a shrink or you dancing with me,” your hand returns to your hips and you pout despite your heart beating so fast it could escape your chest. All because of him.
Why were you so fidgety and nervous with him? So far, the only thing he’s said to you was ‘No’. He is just a stranger. You don’t even know his name.
Yoongi looks at you and gives an exasperated sigh before walking back to you. His hand meets yours and he raises it up. Then he places your other on his shoulder, his other hand was cautiously placed at your waist.
“I don’t really know but this is what I’ve seen in the movies…” he says and both of you start waltzing…dancing to nothing. Yoongi mentally hums while you lingered on his voice inside your head. His voice sounded so beautiful and addicting and intoxicating. It was like chocolate…you weren’t sure.
“Me too…” you softly say, afraid you’d ruin the invisible orchestra. Yoongi’s grip was strong. He didn’t want to let go, he felt that once he does, he’d lose you forever. Your comforting aura would be gone. He’d lose himself again. He didn’t want that. He wanted to be near you.
You and Yoongi danced for until the warm afternoon turned into a slightly cold night. Yoongi placed his head on your shoulders, surprising you but you let him. It was slightly awkward because he was a little taller than you but both of you managed to make it as agreeable as possible. Yoongi knew it was weird yet he felt safe and pleasant.
After a while of awkward slow dancing, Yoongi buries his head deeper, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and fabric conditioner. He wraps his hands around you. You feel him sobbing, letting loose of whatever he was feeling…of whatever gave him the ‘courage’ to try to jump from the rooftop. The thought of this saddens you, making you wrap your arms around him tightly. You heard that the tightness was somehow comforting to sad people. You rub circles on his back, trying to unknot all the stressed up knots inside him.
Just let it all out. I won’t leave, you say but do not voice out.
Yoongi cried for a while before detaching himself from you. Once he had wiped away his tears and you straightened yourself, both of you looked at each other. An awkward atmosphere fell between the two of you.
Yoongi looked up, realising it was already dusk. You gawked at the nameless guy who had just opened himself up to you. He was just so…beautiful? amazing? ineffable? You stop and try to find the right word for him but you fail to because nothing could ever describe this piece of world-class art.
Yoongi looks at you and you realise that you had been staring for too long. You fumble with your buttons and give your wet shoulder a glance, “Well, I guess, I should…uh…go.”
You grimace at your awkwardness. A small laugh escapes from Yoongi’s lips. You stare at him and give a chuckle too.
Yoongi lays his hand on your wet shoulder, “If you…er, need a dancing partner, I’m always going to be here.”
Oh. You raise an eyebrow.
“So, um, if you don’t want things to be more complicated, you could call me because I don’t you know…live in this rooftop.” He looks at you and both of you blush at each other. Your phone falls after you take it out. Clumsy, you hiss at yourself. You and Yoongi reach for it, making your hands meet again. This time, it sent a rush of unexplainable feeling inside the both of you, heating up your beating hearts.
You take your phone and give it to Yoongi. You watch him type his number on your phone. It was frustrating that you kept staring at him. You sadly couldn’t help it.
“Y/N,” you say, making him look up from your phone. “That’s my name.”
Yoongi had never heard such beautiful melody. Your name was suddenly his favourite thing on Earth. He smiles, “Yoongi.” He won’t be cheesy and tell you that your name was so beautiful and the whatnot works. You nod and mouth it, letting your tongue feel the new name.
“Also, I feel like buying a ramen for two at this nearby shop,” Yoongi says as he returns your phone. God, he’d never felt this shy with girls, it felt weird and strange yet exciting.
“Okay. Let’s just hope you’re not a murderer, because I’m badly in need of food. And how could I say no to free food? ” you happily grin at him, spreading your arms a little.
Yoongi grins back. You loved his smile already.
“I don’t have an axe nearby, though. Let’s go,” he says and walks beside you. Yoongi had never felt so giddy and happy and nervous like this but he liked it. You make him feel better.
Suddenly, he was thrilled to imagine what the next days would be.
The duffle bag hit the ground with a hard “clang,” causing his anxious boyfriend to jump and squeak. Keith gave him an unimpressed stare and snorted. He zipped the flap open and grabbed two things out of it. In one hand he held a bag of Gas, which he tossed to Lance who caught it with fumbling hands. The other, a sleek Beretta m9. Lance gazed at it with a mixture of fear and excitement and Keith couldn’t help but grin.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” He smirked and Lance nodded, reaching out to touch the gun before hesitating. Keith shrugged at his boyfriends hesitance and threw the gun on the bed, and popped his neck. Grinning at the way Lance grimaced.
“That’s so gross” he complained. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Are you gonna roll one or do I have to?”
“You suck at rolling blunts” Lance said cradling the thick bag of weed to his chest dramatically and Keith rolled his eyes. “I’m not even in the mood to smoke, I only brought my stash to chill you out before we do this” he snapped irritatedly. He could already feel his headache coming along.
“Keith” Lance started softly before sighing, “ Sorry its just- yeah I’m nervous. We’re really gonna do this after planning it for so long. I’m scared but in a good way” he murmured eyeing the gun on the bed and instantly Keith felt like a dick. He groaned.
“Alright, how about we do this; you get yourself all pretty, wet, and loose for me, and I go get my attitude together in the bathroom? Deal?”
Keith grabbed the Gas and gun and threw them in the duffle bag. He spared Lance a glance and sighed in relief when he saw the other boy rooting through his dressers. Good. He wouldn’t see how bad Keith’s hands were shaking.
He walked in the bathroom and went to lock the door before Lance’s voice calling out to him made him pause. “Keith”
“Yeah” he called back, knuckles turning white from how hard he was gripping the door knob.
“You did take your medicine right?”
“Of course I did. I’m not a fucking idiot” he lied before shutting the bathroom door and locking it.
Keith threw the bag on the ground and groaned. He smoother one hand threw his bangs and tugged tight while his other hand gripped the sink. He thought about the Naloxone sitting back home on his dresser. Un-used and taunting him, like a freak.
He grit his teeth.
Keith didn’t need some fucking opioid to help him keep himself in control. He was fine- normal. Perfectly in control of his actions and the things he did.
He scoffed at the lies he told himself. Impulse control, huh?
He stared down at the gun in the bag. Pretty, sleek, bullet free.
Why did that seem so wrong? He tied his long hair in a stubby back pony tail with the hair tie in his wrist and grabbed the Beretta out the bag. His eyes flickered to the door and back to the gun. A single bullet laid in his back pocket and it burned. Pressed hard in the front of his mind, causing his fingers to jump and twitch.
What was a gun without a bullet?
What was the point of him and Lance doing mock fear play when the could get really kinky and do ACTUAL fear play? Keith made up his mind. He took the safety off the gun and put the bullet in. It fit snuggly, at home and Keith sighed.
He was so fucked up.
The gun sat in his palms heavy when he walked back out to Lance. Lance who wad naked on the bed, soft tan skin glowing while the black sheets illuminated it all. His breath stuttered. Lance looked so pretty and he’d be even prettier with tears running down his face.
“Did you get yourself ready?” He asked crawling over, setting the gun on the bed.
“Yeah, just like you asked” he was shaking. Nerves rattling him like a leaf in a violent storm and Keith shivered when something hot coiled in his belly. They barely started and Lance already looked wrecked.
“Let me see”
His dropped his fingers to Lance’s hole and was pleased to see it was indeed wet and loose. Practically gaping and twitching at his touch, so loose, so wet.
They’d have no problems with fitting the barrel in there then.
Keith kissed him hard. Cock already straining in his skinny jeans and Lance kissed back just as fierce. Hands fitting onto Keith’s muscled shoulders.
“Ready?” He asked, voice husky with lust and excitement and Lance trembled but nodded all the same.
Keith grabbed the gun with shaky hands, sweat slicking the butt of the gun up, as he placed the barrel to Lance’s rim.
He spared a glance to Lance who lay tensed of the bed with his hands fisting the covers.
“Relax” was all he gave him before he pushed the barrel past Lance’s rim.
Overcome with fear Lance tried to wiggle away but Keith held him down with one hand and began fucking him with it.
“K-keith!” He cried, lust and fear wracking his voice and Keith shook, fingers twitching with the need to do something he knows he shouldn’t.
“I’m here baby I’m here” he cooed before he pulled the trigger. Lance screamed hearing the empty click and Keith suffered with excitement and fear.
Lance feared for the sake of fearing. He craved it and trusted Keith to give him that with the promise of pleasure too. He KNEW that yet here he was playing Russian Roulette with his lovers life, him not even knowing and something about Lance not knowing was hot. Powerful even. His life was in Keith’s hands and Keith felt himself in a power trip.
His cocked leaked heavily in its confines and he palmed himself.
He. Was. So. Hard.
He fucked Lance harder and faster. Loving the way he shook and trembled beneath him. Keith was so glad Lance was on his back because here he could see everything displayed on his face.
God how it felt good to abuse that trust.
He pulled the trigger again, dread and power coursing through his veins again and Lance sobbed with relief when it gave another empty click.
13 more rounds left. The next one could be the bullet Keith thought and he groaned.
He grabbed Lance’s cock with his other hand and stroked him fast in tune with the thrusting of the gun.
“Keith Keith Keith,” he chanted like a mantra and sobbed. “Kiss me. Kiss m-” Keith swallowed another scream when the chamber clicked empty again.
He felt like he was gonna bust in his jeans at any second.
He ground the gun against Lance’s prostate and grinned when Lance keened and rolled his eyes in the back of his head.