dragging myself across the floor

mercy pt 2

Genre: Angst

Length: 3.9k words

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader/Jimin

Summary: You knew the relationship was falling apart, you just couldn’t accept it. 

Part One

“Answer me Y/N.” Yoongi growled stepping closer not taking his eyes off of Jimin. His face was a bright shade of red and his breathing was unsteady.

“It’s not wha-” I choked out trying to make words come out as clear as they could.

“Then what the FUCK IS IT?” He shouted, “Huh Y/N? EXPLAIN.” He hissed grabbing my wrist pulling me closer to him. I grimaced at his touch and struggled to release myself from his grip sobbing.

Jimin quickly steps in taking my wrist in one hand and pushing Yoongi’s chest away in another. Yoongi falls back catching himself before he could fall and tries to regain his balance.

“Don’t. fucking. touch. her.” Jimin raised his voice at him growling. I felt my heart inside my chest pounding louder than I thought was possible, I had tears streaming down my face and I probably looked like a mess but I didn’t care. I was more scared of what was going to happen next and was trying to figure out why the hell Yoongi reacted the way he did.

“What the hell do you want from her man?” Jimin roared, “Haven’t you done enough?”

“Jimin calm down” I cried trying to get his attention on me instead of Yoongi because God knows what else could happen.

“Fuck you. You don’t fucking know anything!” Yoongi snarled running his hands through his hair, “Y/N let’s go.” He turned to me, “Now.”

Jimin stepped in front of me blocking me from Yoongi, “You must be insane if you think I’m going to let that happen.”

Yoongi charged up to Jimin grabbing him by the collar and pushing him to the wall at full force. “Who the fuck are you to tell me that?” He screamed. “You’re not her hero! You don’t fucking know what she wants!” Suddenly I saw Yoongi’s fist flying in the air landing on Jimin’s face and before I could step in both of them were at each other’s throats. Without thinking I threw myself in the middle and pushed Yoongi off screaming at them to both stop, both boys were out of breath grunting in pain and for what felt like hours no one said a word. It wasn’t until I got my sobbing under control that I noticed a bitter taste in my mouth. Blood. I brought my hand to my face and sure enough my lip was bleeding. I groaned in frustration and looked both of them dead in the eyes.

“What the fu-” They started to say realizing what happened.

“I don’t care who the fuck it was this is ridiculous,” I hissed, “Yoongi, what are you doing here?” I spat turning my attention to him.

“You weren’t answering your damn phone Y/N,” he responded softening his eyes once his eyes met mine. “So I came over wondering what was going on but I didn’t expect this shit.” He cursed shooting daggers at Jimin.

“You should go back to your girlfriend Yoongi,” I mumbled tearing my gaze away and looking at the floor.

“No. Not until you tell me who the hell this little shit is,” He barked moving closer to me, “Who is he Y/N?”

“You heard her Yoongi, get back to your girlfriend.” Jimin mockingly answered for me, “And by the way.. if you really want Y/N to be happy then leave her alone.”

I remained quiet knowing Yoongi was expecting an answer from me and when it didn’t come he growled in anger hitting the wall behind him leaving us with three words, “This isn’t over.” And with that.. he was gone.

I heard Jimin let out a deep breath and he brought his hand up to my busted lip with guilty eyes.

“I have a first aid kit inside my car, let me fix that up.” He hesitantly said. I didn’t give him an answer and instead looked at the gym building. Crap. It’s been at least an hour since he’s been outside with me, I started to panic at the thought of him not going back to work because of my stupid problems.

“What about work Jimin?” I asked, “shit you’re probably going to be in trouble because of me.” I began to feel bad and thought if I never came outside none of this would’ve happened.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just call them and tell them something came up.” He reassured me.

He grabbed my hand and I felt myself relax, “Let’s go get you cleaned up Y/N.” I nodded and followed him to his car reminding myself I need to somehow repay him for everything he’s done.

“Get in” He ordered opening the passenger door of his car, “I’ll go get the first aid, it’s in my trunk.”

I got inside and ran my fingers through my hair with endless thoughts running through my head. I had so many questions, but no answers. What the hell just happened? I snapped back to reality when I heard Jimin get inside the car with the first aid kit in hand. Opening it he shakingly got the things he needed, “Let me see Y/N,” He said gently grabbing my face. I did as he told me and grimaced in pain once he touched the cut.

“Please make it fast,” I mumbled closing my eyes in hope that would ease the pain. He nodded and my mind once again went elsewhere and began to feel a huge dread of guilt once I remembered Yoongi’s face when I told him to leave, he looked hurt. It was like I disappointed him tonight, and that felt much worse than this stupid busted lip.

“Alright Y/N all set.” Jimin finally said, “again I’m really sorry.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, “For everything. For what you did tonight. You surely didn’t have to step in for me. I’m sorry about Yoongi, he shouldn’t have hit you.” I added looking down at my trembling hands.

“You don’t have to apologize. If I wasn’t there you would’ve went with him and he would’ve sweet talked you making you feel amazing until you were left hurt.” He replied a little too harshly.

Truth is.. Jimin was right. As much as it hurts to hear, he was absolutely correct. If I never left my house I would’ve picked up his calls and agreed to whatever he had to say. I would’ve thrown myself in this cycle all over again. But the worst part of this fucked up situation is that I regret not leaving with Yoongi. A part of me wishes I could go back in time and stayed in bed and just waited.

“I-I should go I have work in the morning and my head feels like it’s going to explode.” I said, “But thank you Jimin, I really am thankful for everything you did tonight.” I added covering my face in my hands.

“Let me atleast take you home.” He pleaded, “I know a lot happened tonight, and there is no way I’m letting you go alone” I looked up at him and smiled nodding at him.

“We can walk from here,” I began to say, “I don’t live far I promise.”

“Sounds good to me, that means more time with you.” He responded immediately. I felt my cheeks grow hot and I certainly didn’t need a mirror to see that I was blushing.

We got out of the car and I led him to the direction of my house. I noticed he started walking slower than me and I chuckled to myself and caught on to what he was doing.

“What’s so funny?” He asked pouting at me.

“I didn’t laugh!” I gasped pretending I didn’t know what he was talking about.

His eyes widened “YA! You just did!” He accused. This time I let out a laugh and slapped his arm out of habit.

“I just think it’s cute how you’re walking slower than I thought was possible.” I explained tucking my hair behind my ear to get it out of my face as we made it to the front of my door.  

“Well if you think it’s that cute then why don’t you give me your number?” He blurted out smirking at me. I shot my head up at him and smirked back, “A little too early for that don’t you think? We barely know eachother” I replied.

“I mean I did fight your asshole of an ex tonight, that is pretty big for barely knowing each other.” He noted with a grin on his face.

“Ahh you got me there” I said, “How bout this… hmm let’s meet again, if you show up then I’ll think about it.”

He nodded at me and agreed “Same time tomorrow then?” He asked.

“Same time tomorrow.” I confirmed making my way to my door.

I woke up the next morning to my alarm and I quickly got ready for another at work. I grabbed my phone and to my surprise I had a dozen texts and calls from Yoongi the most recent text being at 4am.

“Please get back to me Y/N”

“I can’t sleep”

“Please call me back.”

I sighed and the guilt started rushing in. Why was he acting like this? Ever since our breakup he never acted like he still cared about me. I should’ve never went to that gym, I should’ve stayed and answered Yoongi. I huffed and decided I would text him back later that day.

Work was surprisingly busy and before I knew it, my shift was over. I made it home and made myself some food for dinner. I ate my meal while scrolling through my phone and I noticed a follow request. Park_jimin. I smiled to myself debating on accepting him or not, guess he was too impatient on waiting for my number. I clicked on his profile and I found myself scrolling through his pictures and grinning like a child. I glanced at the time and realized it was almost 8pm, instantly I got up and proceeded to wash the dishes. Once I was finished I changed into decent clothes and plopped on my couch to watch some TV. I wasn’t supposed to meet Jimin for another two hours so I had some time before I had to go. Around twenty minutes later I felt my phone vibrate next to me. From Yoongi: I love you Y/N. My mind wandered over to the thought of Yoongi and I felt my heart sink. I couldn’t get the look of his face off my head, no matter how hard I tried. Should I even go with Jimin? Am I being stupid for this? Maybe I should just stay in tonight, who am I kidding thinking I’m actually ready to meet some other guy when I’m clearly not over my ex. I moved my fingers over the keyboard as I began to type out a reply.

“I love you too.” sent.

I woke up to a bang and I jolted up from the couch startled only to find the sound came from the TV I forgot to turn off. I grunted dragging myself across the floor trying to fully wake myself up. It was then I realized my apartment was dark and I ran to the window seeing it was still night. I grabbed my phone checking the time 9:43pm it read. In all honesty I was hoping I’d sleep through the night, more because I did want to avoid meeting Jimin. But at the same time, I was happy that I woke up. I walked over to my bathroom and splashed water on my face then looked at myself in the mirror. I took one last breath before I changed my mind and I found myself heading towards my front door. Well Y/N… it’s now or never.

I paced down the sidewalk moving slower than usual as I made my way to the one spot I knew a little too well. As I got closer I refused to see if he was there yet or not, I kept my eyes glued to the ground stepping on every leaf that I managed to find. Eventually I looked up and my stomach dropped when I saw the spot was empty. I sighed and sat down putting headphones in my ears to listen to music as I waited. It was around a fully playlist of songs later that I starting to grow impatient and checked the time.

10:54pm

“Is he really not coming?” I thought frowning to myself. Annoyed I stood up and began to make my way home. I reached the sidewalk and suddenly felt a hand on shoulder stopping me in my tracks.

I turned around and came face to face with Jimin. “I was just leaving” I mumbled under my breath.

I noticed he wasn’t in his usual work clothes and instead was wearing a simple black t-shirt with ripped jeans. As simple as the outfit seemed, he made it look.. good.

“What? Why?” He responded with a sad look on his face.

“What do you mean why? I got here almost an hour ago, I thought you weren’t going to show up.” I harshly replied. His face softened and he smiled. I raised my eyebrow at him confused.

“Actually Y/N you’re wrong,” He informed, “I was here before you actually and as creepy as it sounds I was watching you the whole time.” He finished with a grin on his face.

I widened my eyes, “What? Jimin you creep what’s the point of that?” I hissed wanting to wipe that smile off his face.

“I wanted to see how long you’d wait, and it seems like you’re not a patient person.” I rolled my eyes at him softly hitting him on the shoulder.

“It seems like you aren’t either considering you already sent me a follow request.” I replied smirking at him.

He chuckled, “I thought you weren’t going to show up, so I had to find you on my own just in case.” I blushed at his response. “I’m just really glad you came.” He added.

I saw him reach inside his pockets taking his keys out and waved them in the air looking at me, “Care for some ice cream?” He asked and I eagerly nodded following him to his car. We got in and put our seatbelts on and Jimin began driving. “So how have you been?” Jimin asked making me giggle, “It’s been a day Jimin,” I replied still laughing.

“Well… how was your day Y/N?” He confidently asked not taking his eyes off the road.

“It was good I guess,” I responded “It was busy at work and I didn’t do much when I got home, what about your day?”

“For the most part I stayed in bed the whole day, did usual adult responsibilities, and spent a good while trying to find anything that led to you.” He shamelessly said, “believe it or not it took me a long time to find your profile.” He huffed coming to a stop at a red light.

I shook my head at him, “Not even you just weren’t looking hard enough.” I lightly teased causing him to look at me.

He scoffed at me “I ended up finding it didn’t I?”

I stuck my tongue out at him, “I want ice cream!” I whined throwing a small tantrum.

“Aish you child! We’re almost there!”

I nodded satisfied as I saw him pulling into the parking lot and once he parked I immediately got out running towards the entrance.

“Hurry up you old man they’re almost closing!” I impatiently yelled seeing him take his time walking. He chuckled jogging to the front door and opened the door for us.

It took me less than two minutes to pick what flavor I wanted while it took Jimin a whole fifteen minutes to decide on what he wanted. We got our ice cream and left the shop just as they switched the sign from open to closed.

“Who takes fifteen minutes to pick a flavor?” I asked in disbelief while eating a spoonful of my treat.

“Ahh Y/N you don’t understand” he replied rolling his eyes at me, “I needed time to see what my body wanted tonight.”

I let out a laugh mumbling something about him being ridiculous and continued walking along the sidewalk.

“Thanks for the ice cream by the way.” I said eating another spoonful happily. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I went to check it. I sighed seeing that it was more texts from Yoongi and decided to ignore them turning my attention back to Jimin. However he caught on to the frown on my face and raised his eyebrow.

“Is that him?” He curiously asked.

I nodded, “Can we not talk about Yoongi tonight?” I added looking at his face for an answer.

His face lit up “That sounds good to me.”

I put my phone back in my pocket and continued eating stealing a spoonful of Jimin’s ice cream. He pouted shooting me a look.

“I swear you’re a child.” He mumbled.

“I know” I responded shrugging my shoulders.

“About your phone number..” he hesitantly asked looking at his feet.

“Give me your phone.” I bluntly said causing a puzzled look on his face, “so I can put my phone number on there.” I pointed out. He stuffed his hands in his pockets grabbing his phone and handed it to me with a beaming smile on his face.

Maybe things were looking up for me..

Two weeks quickly went by and I found myself spending all my time at work. A manager position opened up at work and for as long as I could remember I was throwing myself into long hours of overtime to earn the position. I constantly told myself not to give up hope and it eventually paid off when my boss called me telling me I got the position. Although it meant more hours, it also meant more money and skills. For the first time in a while, I didn’t feel useless and that made me more happy than I thought it would. I sent Namjoon a text informing him about the good news and he congratulated me promising me a night to celebrate later that week. I also sent Jimin a text and he insisted on taking me out to eat to celebrate, I texted back a yes and made my way to my bathroom to get ready for the night.

I got out of my car texting Jimin letting him know I was here and sat on a bench in front of the restaurant occupying myself with my phone. I heard a car door open and I looked up to see Jimin getting out walking towards me.

“Y/N! Congratulations!” Jimin exclaimed pulling me into a tight hug.

“Thank you Jiminie!” I squealed, “I’m so happy and thank you for taking me out.”

“We have to celebrate of course!” He replied leading me inside the restaurant. We then got seated and both of us immediately reached for the menu trying to find what to order.

“I’m buying you a drink.” Jimin stated looking at the alcohol menu.

I shot him a look, “ahh you know I don’t really drink.” I whined.

“I’m not taking no for answer, it’s just one drink”

Rolling my eyes I realized one drink wouldn’t hurt and agreed. I started telling him all the new benefits I would get and the raise I earned and he eagerly listened. The drinks came out before the food and I hesitantly took a sip. I made a face at the strong taste and Jimin laughed at me taking it away keeping it for himself. By then the food got there and we started eating taking a bite of each other’s food here and there. As I was taking another bite of my burger I spotted Jimin’s expression darken and swallowed my food, “What’s up?” I curiously asked following his stare only for it to land on one person we both didn’t want to see. Yoongi. To make things worse it wasn’t just Yoongi, it was her too. She however didn’t seem to notice us and even if she did I certainly don’t think she knows anything about me. My heart sank and I felt my throat close seeing her. She was beautiful, it’s no wonder why he chose her. Both Jimin and Yoongi were glaring at each other and even from tables away I could feel how tense the room was. Yoongi looked pissed. We met eyes and I looked away as fast as I could averting my attention back to Jimin. His fists were clenched and I softly grabbed them making him relax.

“We should go.” I stuttered grabbing my things. Jimin nodded and asked for the check and we both hurried out of there as fast as we could. We both walked in silence to my car, “I’m sorry Y/N I didn’t think he’d be there.” Jimin spoke up grabbing my face making me look at him.

“Don’t apologize” I said with tears in my eyes, “It’s not your fault.”

He forced a smile and opened my car door, “Want to get dessert?”

I shook my head “I have to be up early tomorrow, I think I’m going to call it a night plus don’t you have a night shift soon mister?” I said giving him a stern look.

He gave me a pout, “You’re right, but I’m coming over tomorrow after you get off. I want to know all about your first day as manager.” He added grinning at me. I giggled at him throwing myself in his arms.

“Goodnight Jiminie, thank you for tonight” I said getting into my car.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He replied as he closed my door.

Jimin’s POV

“Have a good workout!” I said as I signed the usual customers in at the front desk. I went back to cleaning the machines and having my head wander over to the thought of Y/N. Although tonight could’ve gone way better, I’m glad I still got to be with her. I reached for my phone and saw a goodnight text from her and I smiled to myself. Just as I was about to text her back my manager interrupted me letting me know it was time for my break. I nodded and started walking towards the exit to go to the usual spot. I unlocked my phone and texted Y/N back and went to play some music. From the corner of my eye I saw someone coming closer to me and I turned to get a better look at them.

“Jimin right?” His deep voice said. As he got closer I realized who it was and my fists immediately clenched. He noticed this right away, “No no.. I’m not here to punch you in the face again.” He said smirking at me.

“What the fuck do you want Yoongi.” I snarled at him looking at him with pure disgust.

He let out a small chuckle, “Why are you so defensive? I’m only here to talk.” He calmly said.

I scoffed “Talk? Bullshit.”

“I saw the way you looked at her.” He began, “I know what you want.”

“Yeah?” I sarcastically asked, “then what do I want?”

He looked away and put his hands in his pockets, “You want her to be yours.”

I didn’t answer this time and instead glared at him.

“But guess what” Yoongi whispered stepping closer to me to the point where his face was inches away from mine. “Deep down inside you know she will never love you as much as she loves me.”

“And that kills you.”

author’s note: thank you guys for reading part one! i’m sorry for the wait but i hope you guys like it!! Also thank you to my lovely cousin for editing this @graciela-97 :)

Four Seasons

Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst

Characters: Shapeshifter!Taehyung x College Student!Reader

Word Count: 3,879

A/N: This is a bit different from what I usually write, in terms of story and perspective. This is the first time I’ve written something in first person >.< I feel nervous posting this, hope you guys enjoy it!

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Spring

[March]

             My stomach churned in disgust at the sight before me, there was a pair of boys no older than seventeen surrounding a medium sized dog. The poor thing cowered in fear as the two threw what seemed to be small rocks at him. The closer I got the louder the dog’s whines got as well as their laughter, I couldn’t fathom how someone could obtain joy from causing misery to such an innocent creature.

             “What the hell do you brats think you’re doing?” I screeched storming over to the boys. “Leave him alone.”

             “Who?” asked the taller one between the two. “Him?” the boy sneered pointing at the dog and before I could respond he had kicked him. Its pained cry was more than enough to elicit a response from me. I found myself shoving the boy hard enough to make him fall and that’s when his friend came rushing towards me, quickly I pulled the detachable pepper spray off my lanyard and sprayed it in the second boy’s eyes. He groaned in pain while desperately trying to rub the irritating substance out. From the corner of my eye I spotted someone move, when I had turned around I realized it was the guy I had pushed down earlier, I flinched as he lifted his fist and prepared myself for the impact, but it never came. My eyes snapped open at the sound of a howl, except this time it wasn’t coming from the dog. The boy who had been charging towards me was on the ground clutching his leg, droplets of blood trickled down his khaki pants and the dog they had previously been picking on was hovering above him growling.

             “You stupid piece of shi–“

             “Leave now, both of you or I’ll call the cops.” I threatened taking out my phone.

             “You wouldn’t dare!” muttered his pepper sprayed companion.

             “I can and I will.” It wasn’t until they saw me typing in the number that the two scrambled off as fast as they could in their current physical state, but not without cursing me under their breath.

             Immediately my attention was brought back to the dog, I crouched down to his level and he took a step back. The courageous dog that had saved me a few minutes ago had reverted back to the frightened creature I had first encountered. He didn’t have a collar and judging from his body he hadn’t eaten in days, his yellow fur was covered in dirt, but what made my heart drop were the cuts adorning his fragile frame. Gingerly I extended my hand out for him to sniff, which seemed to have startled him because he flinched in response. I couldn’t hold my tears back anymore and one by one they spilled, I couldn’t understand how people could ever lay their hands on such sweet and loving animals.

             “Don’t worry, I would never hurt you. It’s okay baby, everything is okay now.” I cooed trying to calm him down. “I’m here now…” Timidly he stepped forward and sniffed my palm, next thing I knew the Labrador had placed his head under my hand. A tiny smile tugged on my trembling lips at the small, but heartwarming gesture. “Let’s go home, okay?” I murmured softly while gently stroking his head.

[April]

             He didn’t take as much time to adjust as I thought he would because in the course of four weeks the faint-hearted Labrador I’d taken in had transformed into the most outgoing and loving dog I had ever come to meet. I could only imagine how hard it must have been for him at first, he would spend most of his days curled up in the corner of my living room and would only get up and approach me when he needed to use the bathroom. Getting him to eat was quite the challenge as well, no matter what brand of food I bought him he wouldn’t give it so much as a second glance. It wasn’t until one day that I sat down across from him with my own dinner that he started to dig in, he could care less about what kind of food I fed him as long as I kept him company while he ate it.

             “You’ve healed up quite well V!” I beamed scratching behind his right ear, which was currently his favorite spot. “Today after my last class I stopped by the pet store and got you a little something.” I stood up from the couch and headed towards my backpack, I reached in for the item then discretely I placed it behind my back and walked back to the couch where he was seated. “Ta-da!” I revealed to him a black collar with a stainless steel tag that had his name, our address, and my number engraved on it. His tail waged in excitement and he let out an approving bark letting me know he loved it.

[May]

             “What’s that V?” I inquired as I grabbed the yellow lab’s face. “Looks like you have some dirt on your nose, silly dog.” I tenderly rubbed my thumb over the brown spot on his pink nose, but it didn’t come off. I scrunched my face in confusion and I squinted my eyes at the small dot. “Oh, that’s not dirt, looks like that’s a mole! How cute!” I squealed and placed a soft kiss on the brown speck. In return V jumped on my lap and licked my face, with that alone he had made my whole week– no, month.


Summer

[June]

             Something V seemed to love was walks, he couldn’t wait to go on them. Every single day at 5:00PM on the dot he would approach me with his leash in his mouth and a wagging tail letting me know it was time. Walks with V were always interesting because of him I’d explored parts of my neighborhood I didn’t know existed, sometimes I wondered if he was the one walking me.

             I noticed that out of all the places we’d been to V’s favorite and most frequented was the park. He loved interacting with people, especially the children. As soon as we’d arrive the kids would flock to him bombarding me with the same question ‘Can I please pet him?’ and as always I’d say yes. I would watch as he’d happily bask in the attention of the children, sometimes he would even play with them. Kids, parents, teens, the elderly, everyone loved V, including myself.

[July]

             Going home was usually the most exciting part of my day because that meant I got to see V. He would always be sitting by the door waiting for me and as soon as I turned the knob he would enthusiastically bark, then once I’d step foot inside our shared apartment he would jump on me and shower me with kisses. V had the ability to turn a bad day into a good one and good day into a day great one. Although I had told people that I had rescued him four months ago as the days went by I started to believe that perhaps he was the one who had rescued me. Now that I had him I couldn’t imagine my life without him, to me, he was much more than just a pet.

[August]

             There were some weekends where I just didn’t want to get out of bed. It’s not that I was tired or anything like that, I was fed up. I’d lay there wrapped up in the ivory sheets staring at nothing in particular while letting my thoughts and own emotions devour me. The more I’d think about my problems the bigger they seemed to get, which would at times trigger my anxiety. Sometimes I felt like I was suffocating, everything seemed so difficult, but on days like those I could always count on V to snap me out of it.

             He would curl up next to me and place his head on my abdomen, which would usually soothe me. After a bit he’d get up and nudge me until I would get out of bed and do something with my day. On days like those I was constantly reminded how lucky I was to have V by my side.


Fall

[September]

             V and I had a routine, every Thursday night after dinner we could curl up on the couch and unwind by watching movies or binge watching K-dramas. He seemed to enjoy it just as much as I did, which made me it all the more fun. Although I did enjoy going out with friends, I had reserved Thursday nights for V and I because sometimes human companionship was nothing compared to that of a dog’s.

[October]

             For some reason all of my professors had decided to give me an exam in the same week, I had four tests over the course of four days. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, sometimes I wondered if they did this on purpose. Every night I found myself going to sleep at a later time and I detested it. It was either sleep or good grades, there was no in-between.
             I glanced down at the stack of notes below me, at this point I wasn’t sure what I was reading. I had been stuck on the same sentence for the past ten minutes, I wasn’t taking anything in. My drowsy eyes shifted over towards the clock on my dresser, which marked 1:43AM, usually by this time I would be sound asleep with V. With a sigh I went back to my notes, I had to focus.

             High pitched whines brought my attention to the full-sized bed, on it was V looking at me with those big brown eyes and the saddest facial expression I had ever seen. He would always do this when I’d stay up past midnight, the poor thing couldn’t sleep without me and vice versa.
             “Five more minutes buddy…” I mumbled for the umpteenth time that night.

[November]

             I turned the knob of the door and as always I was met with an excited V, except for the first time ever I walked right past him. I dragged my feet across the laminate wood flooring and plopped myself down on the couch with my both knees against my chest and the yellow Labrador followed soon after.

             “He- He… Broke up wit- with me.” I didn’t even know I had been crying until I’d opened my mouth to speak and was met with the salty taste of tears. All the pent up emotions from earlier where finally coming out. I placed a hand over my mouth in an attempt to quiet my sobs, but it was futile. I could feel my whole body tremble as I wrapped my arms around my legs bringing them closer to me and I stayed like that for what felt like the longest.

             I jolted up the moment I felt a cold wet nose press against me. I gazed over at the yellow Labrador out of curiosity wondering what it was he wanted, what he did next shocked me. V was licking up my tears just as fast as they were coming out, I couldn’t help but let out a strangled chuckle. Was this his attempt at wiping them away?

I circled my arms around his neck and brought him in for a heartfelt hug and croaked into his fur. “I love you so much V.” he barked back in response, if only I knew what he was trying to say.


Winter

[December]

             With finals out of the way I would have the rest of the month to do as I pleased and that meant spending more time with friends, family, and most of all V or so I thought. The stress from finals seemed to have taken a toll on my immune system because I was currently lying in bed under two thick blankets while wearing an oversized hoodie with what I considered one of the worst colds I’d ever caught.

            My head was pounding and my whole body was aching. My nightstand was covered in tissues and cough drop wrappers. I had gotten to a point where I could only breathe through my mouth because my nose was so congested. When I turned on my side I was met with none other than V, throughout these last couple of days he had not left my side once. The sweet yellow Labrador would follow me everywhere, even the bathroom. As I gazed at the dog laying besides me my heart swelled with delight knowing that in his own way he was taking care of me.

[January]

             I carefully opened the front door trying not to make any noise seeing how it was 2:05AM. It wasn’t unusual for me to come home at obscure hours whenever I hung out with my friends. As always when this would happen V was laying on the couch waiting for me. The first couple times he had done this I thought it had been a coincidence, but as time went on he continued. Instead of coming home and finding my dog sleeping soundly on our shared bed he would be laying or sitting on the couch cautiously watching the front door hoping for me to return safely.

[February]

             Growing up I had always wanted a dog, but my dad didn’t like them so I was never able to own one. Since V was my first dog ever it was of no surprise to everyone how much I’d spoil him. From toys to food I would only give my baby V the best, because he was the best thing to ever happen to me. I strived my best to make him happy and I think he did the same with me.

[March]

             Today marked the one year anniversary since V and I met, which is why I decided to throw a small party with just him and I. I had no idea when his birthday was so I decided we’d just celebrate it today. I decorated the house with streamers and balloons, if someone were to walk in they’d probably be flabbergasted to find out I had done all of this for a dog, but he wasn’t just any dog he was V, my V.
             I set the homemade doggie birthday cake down in the center of my wooden coffee table and looked over to my yellow Labrador who was currently seated on the other side across from me. I couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked in his colorful birthday hat, I adjusted my own before reaching into my pocket and grabbing my phone in order to snap a photo.

             Before I was able to take the photo I realized something was off. “Oh, silly me… I forgot the candle, stay still V, I’ll be right back!”

             I rummaged through the kitchen drawer for the box of candles I had picked up the other day at the supermarket, they had to be here somewhere. A loud sudden noise coming from the living room captured my attention, immediate I rushed in to see what it was. I screamed in horror at the sight I was met with, in my living room there was a fully grown naked male in nothing but a birthday hat. He was tall and had sun kissed skin, disheveled light blonde hair, and the prettiest pair of dark brown eyes I had ever seen. My eyes shifted away from him and everywhere else, there was absolutely no sign of my dog.

             “W- Who are you and what have you done to my dog? Where is V and why are you wearing his hat?” there was an obvious waver to my voice, I’m surprised I was able to get the words out my mouth.

             The man tilted his head in confusion as he spoke. “What do you mean Y/N? It’s me V, but I would prefer if you called me by my real name, Kim Taehyung.” His voice was deep and powerful, which was not something I was expecting from a flower boy like himself.

             “V? You’re not V, you’re crazy that’s what you are! How did you get in here and where the hell are your clothes? Give me my dog back… or… or I’ll call the police!”

             “No, no, no! Please don’t call the police Y/N, it’s-“
             “How do you know my name? Are you some kind of stalker? Oh god, that’s it, isn’t it? Please don’t tell me you’re holding my dog hostage.” I blurted out in a panic.

             The man crossed his arms and shook his head at me. “Jesus, Y/N we need to cut back on the K-dramas, don’t we?”

             “How do you know I- Forget it, where’s my baby V?”

             “I already told you, I’m right here.” The handsome stranger murmured jutting his bottom lip out. “Why don’t you listen?” he whined almost in a childlike manner.

             “I am listening, but you’re speaking nothing but nonsense! You expect me to believe you’re V, my precious yellow Labrador? You, a fully grown man? Do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?” I groused running my hand through my long locks in a frustrated manner.

             “Well, when you put it that way it does sound a bit silly… But you’ve got to believe me!” he begged.
             “And why’s that?”

             “Because I’m telling the truth! Y/N I swear I would never lie to you!” Is it crazy that part of me wanted to believe him?  

             “You’re insane…and I’m insane for putting up with you for this long… Where’s my phone?” I mumbled patting my pockets for the device, but ‘Taehyung’ didn’t seem too keen on the idea of me dailing 911 because he stepped forward with wide eyes. While he took a step forward I took one back until I was pressed against the wall. My hands trembled in fear as he got closer and in an attempt to get him to stop I let out a high pitched shriek and extended my arms out. “Don’t! Do- don’t you dare ge- get any closer.” Thankfully he came to a halt three feet from me and I let out a sigh of relief.

             “Y/N I’m telling the truth, you’ve gotta believe me!” The blonde pleaded looking straight into my eyes. Those eyes, I felt a sense of déjà vu when looking into his dark brown irises. Maybe it was him, maybe he was V- No, what am I thinking?

             “Prove it to me… Prove to me that you’re V.” What the hell am I saying?

             “How? Oh, I know!” I watched intensely as he tilted his head upwards and pointed at his nose. “Look, it’s my mole!” He’s right, that’s the same mole V had on his nose and on the exact same spot too.

             “Th- That doesn’t prove an- anything! It’s nothing more than a coincidence!” I countered in denial.

             “But it’s not just a coincidence…” he responded dejectedly. “Oh, I know! How about I tell you things only V would know.”

             “Like what?”

             “Like how you sing to Bruno Mars in the shower.”

             I scoffed at his reply. “I’m sure a lot of people do that… He’s quite popular.” I reasoned.

             “Last week you ate a dumpling that fell on the kitchen floor.”

             My face heated up in embarrassment at the familiar memory. “In my defense that floor was clean.”
             “Also about a month ago when you were walking me in the park you were too busy checking out that pretty boy and so you tripped over your own two feet and fell.”

             I had not told anyone any of this ever, especially not what happened at the park. “V?” I gasped.

             “I already told you, it’s Taehyung.” He grumbled clucking his tongue. “But yes, it’s me!” he beamed shooting me the cutest rectangular smile I’d ever seen.

             Then I remembered “V- I mean Taehyung, why are you naked?” I squeaked tearing my eyes away from him.

             “What’s the big deal? I’ve seen you naked plenty of times.” Taehyung argued, he wasn’t wrong. Sometimes V would sit next to the tub while I took a nice hot and relaxing bath or he’d happen to be in the room whenever I was changing, I didn’t overthink it, after all he was just a dog. But that was then and this is now.

             “I- I don’t ca- care! Wait here.” I ordered as I ran off to my bedroom to look for something that would fit him. Luckily I was able to find a spare pair of underwear, joggers, and a T-shirt one of my guy friends had forgotten when we went swimming in my apartment’s pool in the summer. “Here you go, use the bathroom to change.” I told him looking off to the side in order to avoid looking at his nude form. Not long after Taehyung had returned fully dressed and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes off of him, how could someone look so good in something so simple? “So…”

             “Yes?”

             “What the hell is going on?” I asked hoping to get answers.

             “I know this might be hard to believe, but I’m a shapeshifter. One week before we met a year ago I was messing around with my powers and I transformed into a dog because I wanted to know what it was like for a day. Unfortunately I lost control, I don’t know what happened, but I wasn’t able to return to my original form…” his tone was laced with both sadness and fear, it was difficult not to sympathize.

             “You’re a shapeshifter? Kind of like… in the books and movies?” I gawked in disbelief, I’d always thought that they were a myth like goblins and mermaids and that they resided in folklores.

             “Yes, I guess you could say that. By the way you’re taking this a lot better than I expected.” He commented with a grin.

             “Yeah… I guess so… I mean anything is possible, you know?” That and he had already proven to me that he was telling the truth. Nonetheless, I was still trying to process everything.

            “Honestly, if I hadn’t met you I don’t know what would’ve been of me… I could’ve died for all I know.”

            His words alone were enough to have a chill run down my spine, the thought of anything bad happening to him made me feel uneasy. “Don’t say that Taehyung…”

            “It’s true!” The male chirped clasping my small hands in his large ones. “Thanks to you I’ve been able to live a good life this past year and thanks to you I was able to revert back to my human form.”

            “What do you mean?” In what way could I have possibly helped?

            “For months now there’s something I’ve been dying to tell you and I truly believe that’s what drove me to break out of my previous form. It’s because of that overwhelming desire that I was able to gain control over myself in order to tell you that…that…” his tanned cheeks flushed bright red the more he stuttered and my curiosity heightened at what he wanted to say.

            “Yes, Taehyung?”

            “I love you too, Y/N.”

  • Obsidian writers: throughout the challenge of Dead Money lies an important lesson for anyone playing it; that obsessing over revenge and material possessions only leads to heartache and death. Elijah was so obsessed with finding the treasure of the Sierra Madre that he threw innocent, curious people to their deaths trying to find it. Dean Domino still resented Sinclair centuries after his death, clinging to the idea of getting revenge by plundering his vault. Likewise, Christine followed Elijah to pursue her own vengeance. The Courier, and the player, must learn to that there's no use in clinging to the past. Even when they find the treasure, they must leave it behind. They must let go, and only then will they and the old ghosts still trapped in the Sierra Madre finally know peace. Only by letting go can you truly begin again anew.
  • me, dragging myself across the vault floor pinned down by the weight of 37 gold bars: thats nice and all but a moral lesson aint gonna buy me mini nukes

anonymous asked:

Tell us about some of the times you were sick. Stomach bugs, flus, etc... Also #senthomesick stories too

Where would I even start honestly I’m sick all the time? I’ve got so many stories because I have awful luck with my health. I never get sent home from work though, and only will call in if I literally cannot function. I have to be near death my dude. 

I’ll tell you one of my favorites though that still cracks me and my friend up

My freshman year in college, I woke up at around 4am ready to throw up. I have cyclic vomiting syndrome, and 4am is always the magic time my episodes start so I knew what it was and quietly dismissed myself to the shared bathroom my roommate and I had. 

It was a bad one though, and couldn’t stop vomiting once I started. An hour into it my roommate knocks on the door and says “Hey are you okay?”

I dismissed her and told her I would explain later, she said she’ll check on me again in a bit. After a minute, I hear a thump and then knocking on the door again. My roommate said “I hit my face on the wall since the room is dark and I couldn’t see and now my nose is bleeding”

I’m like “Are you fucking shitting me” but before I could finish my sentence I’m hurling into the toilet again, and my roommate is explaining to me from the other side of the door that her nose will not stop bleeding and she needs a tissue ASAP

So when I get a break I drag myself across the floor, wad of toilet paper in hand and toss it at her through the door, immediately running back to the toilet once I did

She said “I’m going to sit on the other side of the door to make sure you don’t die, even though I too, am dying”

We were both up until 8am, she still went to class but I passed the hell out in my bed for the rest of the day. She ended up bringing me soup later and we both laughed about how we are terrible at being adults

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iM REALLY THANKFUL THAT FEFERI SHOWED UP WHEN SHE DID, aPPERENTLY,  iT WAS TINKERBULL WHO LED HER THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE, 

i STILL TRY TO AVOID ERIDAN,,, yOU KNOW UH, jUST IN CASE,,, 

((sorry for the unfinished bits, but hopefully you guys like what I did finish - ill upload the textless version of the finished parts next))

Love is Everything

Real Life:

Characters: Tbs x Reader ( & an adorable kitten :D)

Rating: Fluff

Written by: Lauren 

Snuggled under the layers of blanket that were wrapped tightly around me, I looked at the frost and snowflakes that had gathered on the bedroom window, observing and admiring every single detail of its beautiful features. Silence was floating around the house as I continued laying in bed, still half awake from the depth of sleep. Outside, I could hear excited squeals and screams of children as they got out of their house ready to play  in the winter wonderland that was decorated in snow and I smiled to myself as I recalled my past childhood memories.

Of how I used to be like them when I was younger, screaming and running around the halls and jumping up and down and the thoughts of presents but now as I laid in bed, I was nowhere near the jubilee spirits that Christmas would normally bring to everyone.  I shifted to my side so that my back was now facing the window and sighed to myself sadly, as I looked at the empty side of the bed where I would usually find Thomas sleeping in. His absence was the reason why I felt so depressed and as if I was a wraith drifting through the streets and the world. It was the first Christmas that I would be spending in my shared house with Thomas and with his absence, the house and me was just sad and lonely and just missing the Christmas spirit that could be found in every house.

Closing my eyes and deciding that I should catch up with sleep before facing the dreadful day, the sounds of little bells ringing and heading towards the direction of the room echoed around the house, breaking the tense silence. What was that? I opened my eyes and immediately sat up, confused with my hair in a mess. I leaned against the headboard and listened attentively to the sounds of the bells again but nothing. I scratched my head in confusion and eyed the light that was coming from underneath the door but there wasn’t any shadows that moved. I cocked my head to the side and sighed, flopping my arms down onto the comforter covering me.

Great, great, first I’m flashbacking to childhood memories and now I’m imagining things. What a splendid way to begin Christmas morning, mind.

Then just as I began sliding down the covers to escape from the light that was pouring through the window, the sounds of bells ringing sounded again but this time it was louder and definitely closer. And, I was definitely wasn’t imagining it but where could it be coming from when there wasn’t a single soul available in my house except me? I slowly crawled out of bed, determined to be quiet so that whoever was in my house wouldn’t hear me,  and slowly dragged myself across the floor and towards the door, acting as if I was in an action or horror movie.

I positioned myself against the wall that was beside the door then waited, listening to the continuous ringing of bells. It got closer and closer the longer I sat there and finally deciding that I needed to see who was the one behind the ringing, I braced my hands on the cool metal doorknob of the door before pulling it open.  And there, crawling on the floor of my house with a small green collar that had bells attached to it, was an adorable grey kitten playing with a random string of yarn.

My guards that I had put up thinking that it could have been a burglar in my house was immediately dropped at the sight of the kitten in front of me and I couldn’t help but move towards it. It stopped playing with the yarn the moment it realized that someone was staring at it then meowed at me when it looked up. I felt my heart melt just at the sight of it and even more, when it circled me before nuzzling its head against my legs. Smiling at the kitten, I picked it up from where it laid then cuddled it in my arms, not hesitating to stroke its fur that was soft and smooth.

“ Hello little guy, where did you come from?” I asked softly, playing with the bells that was on the collar that it wore. It meowed at me as a response to my question even though I highly doubt it understood what I just asked before cuddling its head against my arm then proceeding to purr. I continued to stroke its fur before scratching it behind its ears.  I watched as it looked at me looking at it and I let out a happy sigh.

“ Well, at least you’re here to keep me company today. C'mon, little guy,  lets get  go get you something to eat or drink,” I told it, figuring it would be at least a little thirsty, before I made my way down the stairs and towards the kitchen.  

The house was decorated with d all sorts of Christmas decorations that could be found. The living room’s fireplace had various stockings hung above it and the couch that was stationed right in front of the television had different fluffy pillows and throw blankets placed on top of it for an extra coziness. The windows had little Christmas lights placed above it that would light every night and the Christmas tree that was placed at the corner of the room and shone out from the other decorations, was covered in small adorable ornaments ranging from the usual balls to the candy cane like ones. I continued stroking the little kitten’s fur as I walked towards the kitchen but stopped in my tracks when I beheld what was in front of the Christmas Tree. I felt my heart stop beating before it started again.

There standing in front of the lit-up tree was Thomas with a huge bow on his head and a smile plastered on his face. He was dressed in his cream colored sweater that I loved so much with the collar of the blouse he wore underneath peaking out. His dirty blonde hair that was tousled in a disheveled mess, probably because he ran his hand through it multiple times was, had a huge bright red bow placed on top of it and his dark brown bambi eyes were regarding me with a spark of happiness in them. Thomas smiled at me as I stood in front of him, mouth open as if I was a goldfish who was still shell shocked. He chuckled once he realised that I wasn’t going to start moving any time soon and opened his arms for me. “ Merry Christmas, love”

I didn’t hesitate or even gave a thought before I dropped the kitten down onto the floor and bolted straight into Thomas’s arms. He embraced me into one of his many bear hugs that he would give me usually and I clung onto him just like a koala would to its tree. I smiled through the tears that fell down my cheek, knowing that finally I felt like I was back home. His warmth, his familiar scent of cologne that he would always wear and the way it felt to be in his arms. Oh, how I missed it all so much after not being able to be with him for weeks. Thomas and I both stood there right in front of the Christmas tree, hugging for god knows how long before he finally pulled away to see me wiping away  my salty tears with the sleeves of my sweater.

“ How are you home? I.. I thought you had to be in New Mexico to shoot for the Scorch Trials movie?” I asked softly, my voice suddenly hoarse. Thomas chuckled then tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear before cupping my face in his hands.

“ (Y/N), its Christmas. Do you honestly think Wes would be that cruel to hold us back and not let us fly back to visit the ones we love?” Thomas replied, smiling brightly at me as I sniffled back the remains of my tears. I shook my head in disbelief and smiled right back at Thomas, grateful for him to be finally home again.

“ Oh shut up, Thomas.” I fired back at him then giggled before wrapping my arms around his neck and and kissing him. His lips were soft and gentle as they moved against mine, and Thomas for some weird reason tasted like peppermint but not that I was complaining about it. I felt Thomas wrapped his arms around my waist and I grinned against the kiss, taking in joy to feel the familiar sparks flying around us. It felt as if little fireworks from the forth of july were exploding underneath my skin as we continued kissing, not caring about the time that passed. Our lips moved together like they were dancing in sync and soon when I was nearly out of breath, I pulled away and rested my forehead against his, panting.

“ Love, there still are many more presents left that needs to be unwrapped you know? ” Thomas whispered under his breath, grinning at me as he watched me watching him. I nuzzled my nose against his and smiled.

“ Tommy, you coming home for Christmas is already the best thing I could get as a present.”

“ Really?” Thomas raised his eyebrows at me in disbelief.

“ Okay, well you are placed in second position right behind the cat,” I whispered, jokingly and nearly burst into a fit of laughter when I felt the little furball trying to fit itself in between me and Tommy and pushing both of us apart though its efforts to no avail. Thomas looked down at the kitten that was battling against our bodies that were both laid together before smirking back at me.

“ Stupid bloody cat, I should have gotten you something else.”

I laughed before pulling in Thomas for another kiss. After a year of waiting,  I finally felt like I was back at home and I knew it wasn’t just because that I was situated at home. It was because Thomas was finally back and all the other presents that I got for Christmas that year was nothing compared to him just being at home with me to celebrate the joyful holiday.

in stories i become Jon Snow:
a boy becoming a man in the most difficult way: lonely, friendless, and belittled. with honour.

in stories i become Daenerys Targaryen:
a powerful young woman who leads an army of thousands with powerful beasts at her side. and, who struggles to do what is right and learn from her mistakes.

in stories i become Sansa Stark:
a beautiful girl trying to survive with people and secrets she can only just bear.

in stories i become Percy Jackson:
a powerful demigod who is fiercely in love with his girlfriend, stupidly brave and loyal but lovely all the same.

in stories i become Nico di Angelo:
a boy coming into his adolescence in deep pain yet so, so stong that he is willing to kill himself for his friends.

in stories i become Tris Prior.

in stories i become Hazel Grace Lancaster.

in stories i become Egwene al'Vere. 

in stories i become
i become
i become
a beauty,
a lover,
a conqueror,
a hero.

in life i am none of that. in life i sit and watch my soul bleed the colour blue while still dragging  myself across the floor to walk to class.
in life no one sees that.
in life i am not hero.

so i read stories
and become the hero i wish to be.

—  in stories i become
There's Too Much Love
Belle and Sebastian
There's Too Much Love
I could hang about and burn my fingers I’ve been hanging out here waiting for something to start You think I’m faultless to a ’t’ My manner set impeccably But underneath I am the same as youI could dance all night like I’m a soul boy But I know I’d rather drag myself across the dance floor I feel like dancing on my own Where no one knows me, and where I Can cause offence just by the way I look

And when I come to blows When I am numbering my foes Just hope that you are on my side my dearBut it’s best to finish as it started With my face head down just staring at the brown formica It’s safer not to look around I can’t hide my feelings from you now There’s too much love to go around these days

You say I’ve got another face That’s not a fault of mine these days I’m honest, brutal and afraid of you

i still dont know what the hell happened to me last year and im the only one who thinks thats weird. like every morning id wake up and throw up and had to leave school entirely because of it. and then, like twice a month i would completely throw out my back and couldnt walk at all i distinctly remember one morning dragging myself across the floor on my stomach to throw up because my back fucked up. and then it stopped!!! and my fibromyalgia continues to get worse but like that all just stopped completely. what the fuck

welcome- the sea, drown me below my very weight.

the soft, glittering shadow swells, and i have no name 
for it, but dismay- i am sorry for the shallow quaking /
aching as i drag myself across your floors- again.

i am not eloquent in my breaking, or the making 
that comes after / there is only taking in my blood; full
mouthed hunger- a rampage through my own heart;

devoured, from the hands of a lioness / drowned. 

Welcome Back, Riley │ Part 16

Riley disappears the day after her high school graduation, five years ago. She didn’t keep in contact with anyone, but her family. What happens when she comes back to New York for a week? What happens when she comes face to face with the friends she left behind? When she left, she never made plans to look back at the life she left. She left it behind for a reason, but sometimes the past has a hard time staying there.

part 1 part 2part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6part 7 part 8 part 9part 10 part 11 part 12part 13part 14 part 15


I’m fast asleep, when my mom barges into my room on Thanksgiving morning, waking me up. I rub my eyes and look at the clock on my bedside table, it’s barely 6:47. Why would she want to wake me up so early? She knows I am not a morning person.

“Mom, why are you waking me up right now?” I say groggy. “The sun isn’t even up yet.”

“We have a lot to do,” I throw the blanket over my head. “No, no, no,” she pulls the blanket away. “You get up. I’ll help okay.”

I groan, “Why don’t you do everything?”

“Didn’t you say you were going to host, Riley?”

I tiredly smile, “Technically I am. I mean it’s my house. You just get to do all the fun stuff.” She gives me one of those if looks can kill looks and I sit up. “Okay, okay, I’m up.”

“Good, I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” she says walking out my bedroom door.

I sit up and blindly reach for my phone only to find that it isn’t there. That’s right Auggie and I turned off our phones to enjoy the last day of it just being the two of us before our parents go into town. My phone is probably downstairs in my purse.

I pull myself off my bed and drag my feet across my bedroom floor to my bathroom. I brush my teeth and quickly rush down the stairs. I don’t bother even bother to change. Once I’m downstairs, I see my purse sitting on the table I have near the front door. I dig through hurryingly trying to turn it on. I haven’t talked to Lucas since I left the voicemail for it. I keep waiting for the screen to turn on, but it doesn’t; of course, it’s dead.

I let out a frustrated sigh, I should have charged it last night. But when we got in last night, it was already late and I was exhausted. All I was thinking about at the time was my bed. Right as I’m about to make a move to go back up the stairs to put it to charge, my mom calls my name from behind me. I turn my head slightly to look at her.

“I’ll be right back. I’m just going to go plug my phone in.”

She takes a few steps towards me reaching out her hand, “I’ll care of that. You still have those sleepy eyes. If I let you go up there, you’ll wait for your phone to charge and lay down.”

I let out a small laugh, “You’re right.” I hand my phone over.

My mom starts to walk up the stairs, and I saunter to the kitchen. Once I get in there, I see that my mom had already started making her homemade stuffing to stuff the turkey. Thank goodness she made it, I thought she would want me to, but I wouldn’t be able to not as well as her anyways.

I hear my mom’s footsteps enter the kitchen. She is so wide awake, and here I am fighting to keep my eyes open. It’s a little after seven, but I guess for her it would ten. My mom and I dance around each other in the kitchen, more like I’m trying to stay out of her way.

Around eight, my mom slides the turkey in the oven and gets started on breakfast. I try to help, but it only seems like I’m getting in the way.

“Mom, do you need my help or do you want me to just sit and talk with you? I am capable of cooking.”

She starts to laugh, “Just sit and talk to me about something. How has your week been with Auggie?”

I take a seat at the island, and go on to tell her everything that we did this week. The big surprise to her was that I finally made it to the top of the Space Needle. She thought she’d die before she saw the day come. My fear of heights is that serious. But the biggest surprise of all is that I hired Evan from ski lodge and been working with him for years without realizing who he was.

“Does that mean Lauren is here?” she says a little snarky and I can’t help the snicker that escapes.

“I really don’t know.”

“How about we don’t mention that to your father.” I laugh.

“What don’t we want to mention to me?” my dad says walking into the kitchen. “Everything smells delicious. Is there anything for me to eat right now?”

“Right here Cory,” my mom says placing a plate in front of my dad as he takes a seat in the stool next to me.  

My dad takes a bite of toast, and my mom thinks she is in the clear. “So what isn’t that you didn’t want to me mentioned to me?” my dad asks with a mouth full of food looking from my mom to me.

“Oh nothing, just someone from my office who keeps trying to ask me out.”

My dad starts choking, “No, no, no. You can’t date anyone else! You and Lucas are working everything out.”

My mom starts laughing, “He’s become a fan of Lucas.”

“Since when?” I look at my dad. “You’ve always been afraid of him.”

“Yeah because I know the story. He’s your Topanga.”

I stand up laughing, “There’s only one Topanga and you have her, but I understand and I think he is too.” I look at my mom, “I’m going to wake up Auggie and then start getting reading. It’s already 10:30 and I told Michael, Jessica, and Nathan to come around 1:30. I’ll hurry down, so I can help with everything else.”

I start to walk and then turn to face them, “I’m really happy you guys are here.”

The smile that shines from both my parents’ faces warms my heart. This is the most I’ve seen them in one year, and I don’t know how I did it but I’m never doing it again.

“So are we,” he smiles. “Good luck. I tried waking him up before I came down, he sleeps like a log,” my dad laughs.

When I get upstairs, I go to Auggie’s room and see his face buried in the pillows. I don’t hesitate to jump on him to wake up. He groans and pushes me off. I don’t stop messing with him. It takes about ten minutes until he becomes frustrated and sits up in bed. Once I know he is up and not going to go back to sleep once I leave, I leave to my room to go take a shower.

Once I’m out, I move to my closet. I search through my closet pushes my clothes around. I decide on burgundy oversize knitted sweater with black leggings and dark brown booties. It takes me a lot longer than I thought to get ready because when I check the time it’s noon. I grab my phone that I have yet to check.

As soon as I walk back into the kitchen, I get hit with an aroma. My mom moves around the kitchen, and I see my dad sitting there admiring her every move. It’s almost like they haven’t moved since I left, but they have since they are both wearing new clothes.

I clear my throat and they both turn to look at me. I move deeper into the kitchen and place my phone on the counter. “Do you need my help with anything?”

“No that’s okay. I have everything taken care of,” my mom says and then turns back to the stove.

I sneak up behind my mom and hug her, “You’re the best you know. I haven’t had a Thanksgiving dinner that you cooked in years.”

She looks at me and smiles, “I know. Why do you think I wanted to do everything this year, but next year you are doing everything.”

“Deal,” I give her one last squeeze before letting go. I look around the kitchen, “Where’s Auggie? Did he ever come down? I went to go wake him up.”

“He came down to eat and then went back up he said he needed to call Ava,” my dad answers.

That reminds me I still need to check my phone. I move back to where I set my phone down and look through all the messages I have and miss calls I have from Lucas, Maya, Farkle, Zay, and a few from Smackle. Before I can check anything, my door bell fills my ears.

I put my phone down and walk to the front door with my parents on my heels. The closer I get I can hear my name being shouted from the other end of the door.

As soon as I open the door, Nathan lunges at me squeezing me tight, “Where’s Auggie?” he says releasing his hold. Jessica and Michael laugh walking in.

“He’s upstairs. You can run up there and go-“ he doesn’t let me finish before he turns to run upstairs, but Michael grabs him by his shoulder to stop him.

“Now, son don’t be rude,” he pulls Nathan back.

“I’m sorry,” Nathan walks and stops in front of my parents. “I’m Nathan,” he says holding out his hand.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Cory, Riley’s dad,” my dad and Nathan shake hands

“And I’m Topanga, Riley’s mom,” Nathan lets go of my dad hands and shakes my mom’s.

After the introduction, he turns on his heels and dashes up the stairs. He’s about half way up when he looks down at me, “Riley, there was a mistake with the game schedule. It’s this Saturday!” he sounds nervous. He exaggerates his breathing, “I need Auggie’s help,” he disappears up the stairs.  

Jessica starts to laugh, “I’m sorry about him. The whole way here he was going on about needing to talk to Auggie about something important,” she shakes her head. “Where are my manners, I’m Jessica,” she holds out her hand to shake both my parents’ hands.

Michael steps forward extending his hand, “I’m Michael. It’s nice to finally meet the both of you. We’ve heard a lot about you and Auggie. We actually met Auggie earlier this week. You have two wonderful kids.”

“They’re our pride and joy,” my dad says smiling at me.

My phone starts to ring from the kitchen. “If you guys will excuse me, I’m going to go get that.”

As I turn to walk away, I can hear the four of them talking and I can’t help the smile that slowly spreads across my face. I make it to the kitchen and I hurry to my phone on the counter top. Right as I grab it, it stops ringing. I go to look at my miss calls, but before I can get a chance to see the miss call, my phone starts to ring and the corner of my lips slowly lift.

Hey Lucas. I say coyly. Happy Thanksgiving!

Oh, you finally answered! I was getting worried you didn’t answer anyone calls I thought maybe you didn’t want to talk to me, so I had everyone calling you. I can hear the excitement and nerves in his voice. Oh, Happy Thanksgiving to you too Riley.

I lightly laugh. I’m sorry. Auggie wanted one last day with just me and him, no distraction, so we turned off our phones. Then today I’ve been busy with it being Thanksgiving and all and haven’t had time to check my phone.

Do you want to know what I’m most thankful for?

A smile takes over my face. What? I try to my best to hide my eagerness.

He chuckles, and it sends chills down my spine. That this year I can wish you a Happy Thanksgiving and not have to say it to a picture of you that I might have taken from your parents’ apartment.

Lucas Friar! I gasp.

What? He laughs. I needed a current picture of you. I actually have four for every year you’ve gone.

But I’ve been gone for five.

I know. I usually take the new photo they take of you when you come to visit for Christmas. Last year, your dad wrapped it up and gave it to me. I think he caught on when the pictures kept missing after my visits. I know it’s kind of-

Sweet. I smile finishing for him.

I was going to say creepy, but we can go with sweet… So, I heard your voicemail.

I blush. I assumed you would. I laugh.

Did you really mean it? I can hear the nerves in his voice.

I open my mouth to say something, but instead my dad’s voice fills the room. “Are we going to eating anytime soon? You know before I’m dead,” the room uproars with laughter.

“Yeah, we can sit down right now. Just give me a minute.”

My dad smiles, “Tell Lucas we said Happy Thanksgiving.”

I heard him. Tell everyone I said Happy Thanksgiving.

You do the same too, but from me.

I hear a nervous laugh. Well I’ll talk to you later. Bye Riley.

Wait! I say a little too loud and he laughs. I did mean what I said. I love you, Lucas. I never stopped.

I hear a sigh a sound a relief. I love you, too, Riley, so much.

I can’t help the little giggle that escapes my lips. Bye Lucas.

Bye Riley. I’ll be seeing you soon.

I hang up the phone and immediately call Farkle. He doesn’t answer the first time, but I try once more and he does. I tell him that plans change and I need for Lucas to be here Saturday. I insist on paying for everything, but Farkle refuses to let me. I feel like he himself is planning something else, and honestly it’s making me a little nervous.


We all move to the dining room and sit down around the table. Each one of us going around saying one thing that we are grateful for. I never knew how much I missed having Thanksgiving with my family. Dinner is anything but silent. Conversation fills the air along with silverware hitting plates. This is the first time my house has felt like a home. I can’t help the smile that exudes from my lips. I hear Jessica ask my mom advice about helping her café stay afloat. My dad and Michael basically swallowed their food whole, so they could watch the football game. And Nathan has been glued to Auggie’s side since they got here. I’m just sitting here taking it all in. Dinner moves along quicker than I would like. Everything is going great. This is definitely a moment I will never forget.

Time continues to go by, it’s around five when Jessica gets up and tries to start cleaning up but I stop her. She shouldn’t have to clean I can do it later.

“I think we should held out now if you want to go see your parents still,” Michael says moving from the couch to the dining room to Jessica.

“Oh yeah that’s right. I almost forgot.” She looks at me, “We don’t mean to be rude.”

I shake my head, “No, no. I understand.”

“Nathan come say bye,” Jessica looks at the other couch where he is sitting. Nathans glides his way to where we are standing with my dad and Auggie right behind him.

We all exchange goodbyes and Nathan makes sure I’m going to be there Saturday at his game. He extends the invitation to my parent and Auggie. We all agree to be there, and with that leave. I wait to the door closes until I speak.

“Is it too late for you guys to want to go somewhere?” I swift my gaze between my mom and dad. They shake they heads. “I want to take you guys somewhere.”


We pull into the cemetery, and the car is quiet. I finally park, and I turn to look at my parents who were sitting in the back seat. Auggie called shot gun. The steal glances between each other and out the window, and then they finally look at me.

“I brought Auggie earlier this week. I don’t really know why. She isn’t here, but this is the only way you will ever be able to meet her. I know it’s my fault and I’m-“

“You don’t have to apologize for anything,” my mom says placing a hand on my shoulder stopping midsentence.

“Do you guys want to get out?” I ask a little hesitantly.

“Of course,” my dad instantly says.

We slowly get out of the car and I make sure to grab the flowers I stopped to get. I noticed my mom is fighting herself with each step we take. Something is wrong, but I try not to think about it. When we finally make it to the grave marker, I can see my mom’s eyes wondering and my dad’s eyes are locked on my mom. Auggie is standing there watching everything the way I am.

I pull my gaze away and squat down. I run my fingers across the letters. I need to do this every time I come. I replace the old dying flowers with the new and alive ones. In the corner of my eyes, I see my mom scurry away. My dad tries to go after her, but I stop him.

“Let me please,” I say to my dad and he nods his head.

I walk in the direction my mom went. I throw away the flowers as I pass a trash can. When I get to her, she is standing by the car with her face in her hands.

“Mom, I’m sorry,” I say approaching her. “Maybe this was a bad idea.

“N-N-No,” she swallows the lump in her throat. “This wasn’t a bad idea. I just I should have known something this terrible was happening in your life. I’m your mother. I couldn’t see you were suffering. When you left you and I were so disconnected,” I can feel tears start to form in my eyes, and I see a couple fall from hers. “I can’t imagine the pain you felt. You lost a child, Riley. A piece of you,” she takes a deep breath. “I’m so thankful you had Jessica and Michael, so you weren’t completely alone. But I should have noticed my baby girl was hurting.”

I instantly pull my mom into my arms, and we stay holding each other for a minute.

I pull away slightly, “I should have let you been there, but I didn’t. I’m just glad you’re here now.” She tightens her hold around me. “Do you want to see pictures of her? I haven’t showed them to anyone.” She nods.

I pull out my phone from my jacket pocket and click on my gallery. I show pictures of her to my mom and she is staring in awe.

“She was so beautiful, Riley,” I smile at her comment. “She had your nose and lips, but those eyes. There is no denying where she got them from. Those scream Lucas all the way. They were just as alive and vibrate as his are.” The smile never leaves my face as I nod. A few tears escape.

I hardly talk about her with anyone, it’s always writing. So to hear someone speak about Hope in past tense, is a little difficult to hear.

I swallow back the sob I’m holding in, “She was so cheerful and happy throughout everything. Doctors were impressed that my baby girl never lost spirit.”

“She was a fighter, just like you,” my mom wipes my tears. “Have you showed any of the pictures to Lucas?” my mom asks handing me back my phone.

I shake my head, “I will though. I’ll show him everything.”

She smiles at me, “You mean your house that looks identical to his. The house that every time we walked by you would get a smile that ate your entire face because you were picturing a life with him in it and a little Riley and Lucas.” I look to the ground, and she tilts it back up, “You will still have that with him, but first you need to forgive yourself.” I shift my head to the side, “I can see so much emotion in your eyes a lot of pain and anger you need to let go. It’s okay to be happy again.”

I bury my face in the crock of her neck and let out a little sob as she rubbed my back. I cried for a few minutes before I pulled myself together. I quickly wiped my tears away.

“Do you want to go back?” my mom asks and I nod. We walk back with our arms interlocked with one another.

“I never gave up the idea of Lucas and I, and my house. I want to share it with him. I want it to be mine and his home. He’s coming this weekend; do you think it’s crazy if I ask him to move his life from New York here to Seattle to be with me?”

My mom starts to laugh a little, “You really don’t understand just how much he loves you do you?” She looks at me and I don’t say anything. “Riley, Lucas would go to the ends of this earth for you. He has been hopelessly in love with you for years. He hasn’t dated anyone since you, and you haven’t dated anyone since him. The reason is because it’s always been you for him, and he’s always been the one for you. So, yes I do think he will move his whole life here to be with you.”

I can start to feel the pain in my cheeks because I’m smiling so big, and as we get closer to my dad and Auggie my heart just fills with more happiness. I see my dad and Auggie sitting down where I usually sit whenever I come talking. I try not to think about how I kept them from meeting Hope.

My mom and I take a seat with them, and I start to tell them about the little time I was blessed with to have her as my beautiful daughter. I look at each one of them, and then down at Hope. It’s a bitter sweet feeling. We spend an hour there of them listening to the little stories I have to share.

This is the happiest I have felt since her death, but the guilt slowly makes that disappear. I’m hoping once I talk everything through with Lucas I can allow myself to be truly happy. It’s the only way everything will work, if I can let go of the past and what I’ve done.