even if that meant his death

anonymous asked:

So.. What super peace fruit want mean? If you dont know is fine then, but... After see eto reaction in 84 chapter back then, i think she really much aware of what furuta truth desire is n she respond was : "what the hell.." is that really bad or his want so opposite with eto thought or what?

Chapter 118 finally revealed to us what Furuta meant by “Super Peace”, albeit in an indirect way. Furuta talks about his violence, and assertation of dictatorial control as a way of bringing peace.

Those are just means to an end though, his control is not peace just the pathway there. He says exactly what he means by peace as he commands the Oggai. 

Peace is death. Super peace is death to everyone and everything around him, which is why Furuta accelerates the conflict of TG far worse than any antagonist, more than Eto and more than even V has to date. He frames it as the extermination of all ghouls, but how many investigators will recklessly die along the way to complete those ends?

Doesn’t it make you want to die?
If you die, you can get cured you know. (This is true.)

[x]

’you can’t save somebody who doesn’t want to be saved’’

bellamy blake is not ok can someone notice, he thinks no one would care for his fucking death except clarke, he thinks his sister that is his whole life and is on his mind 24/7 hates him and would never forgive him, he thinks he can’t save anyone, he tries all the time but he can’t, he fucking said that he felt their death, he was ready to fucking get out of the rover even if it meant dying along with them, he cried while hearing them die

bellamy blake is in an enormous kind of pain since the season started and it’s getting dangerous, my son is broken to a thousand pieces, he didn’t want to be in the ark cause he didn’t believe he deserved to be saved, he wanted to die when he thought octavia was dead and he starts fucking remembering his mother and all his past mistakes, all the things he thinks he is responsible for

bellamy fucking blake said that he doesn’t want to be saved, that he doesn’t want anyone’s help that he has NO PROBLEM WITH DYING can someone help my son and hug him till the end of the world (x)

Theory about Taryon Darrington

I can never hope to know what is running through Sam Riegel’s mind, but I will continue to try.

After all was said in done, I had a basic list of adjectives/descriptors:
full of themself
rude/inconsiderate
oblivious to others
loud

In addition to applying to Vox Machina, it also applies to Terry.

Basically, I’m curious if Terry is meant to be all of Vox Machina’s bad qualities rolled into one incredibly annoying but handsome man. Scanlan left because he feels the members of VM are so focused on themselves that they didn’t care about him. So what if Terry is exactly that, but now turned against them.

Also, it wouldn’t surprise me if he goes full jenga at all times. Maybe even manages to kill an old person. His death will be via a door.

[edit] supplemental theory: found here

Here is why Doyle’s death meant so much to me,

The man was never meant to lead, he even fainted at the sight of authority and guns, he was terrified of Locus to a degree. Yet, over the course of the trilogy we see him become assertive, we see him taking chances he knows are dangerous, we see him grow by leaps and bounds.

He isn’t like Kimball. His strength is different from hers. She is a flash flood, taking everything with her, her power coming in strong and fiercely after a sudden storm - no one able to stop her until she runs out. He is like a wild fire spreading through the forest, slowly at first, needing oxygen and fuel to grow - yet, if someone had put out his fire in the beginning he would have gone out before he was able to grow, but now he is unstoppable.

Donald Doyle there in the end was simply unstoppable. He was going to do whatever it took to save his people and Kimball’s people.

And in the end. With enemy soldiers threatening him. Donald Doyle did not faint, nor did he try to talk them out of harming him. No, he stood firm, even calmly misquoting Shakespeare.

His fire was put out, but his embers left behind were still burning in the end. He was just that unstoppable. 

  • what she says: I'm fine.
  • what she means: Snape killing Dumbledore was such a beautiful act of strength and bravery and showed how much he was willing to sacrifice and after so long he still felt guilty for his past actions as a death eater and he knew that the only way to make it right was to protect Draco's innocence and fight for the good of wizard-kind even if it meant he would probably die and never be redeemed and given how tumblr treats him is probably indicative of how the wizarding world would have so in the end his only positive legacy is having a cool little badass Slytherin namesake named Albus Severus Potter

boom, then crash,
the shattering of glass.
i dive to the floor,
busting my ass.

“the hell was that?”
was all that i said.
then i seen the pool of blood,
then i seen my moms was dead.

no emotion in the commotion,
i wasn’t even sad,
even when i learned that the
bullet was meant for my dad.

vietnam made pops crazy,
he was already half - dead.
so why couldn’t that’d be him
that got shot in the head?

all the news that fits the print,
momma’s death went unreported,
not a whiff, word or hint.

“they don’t care about us niggers,”
is how my pops explained it.
but i didn’t know i was a nigger
until my dad proclaimed it.

six months later,
my pops was dead too.
drug - related shots fired,
his skin turned cold blue.

on the news that night
the presidents wife got a
new hair - do.
the news guy said,
“i like it, how about you?”

no word about my pops
in the post or on cbs
why was that, you ask?
take a fucking guess.

and yeah, why is that?
that’s what politicians
should be asking.

but who got time for
questions when you all
skiing up on aspen?

broads get gunshots to
the head and all y'all
serving us is aspirin.

my momma was so lovely
she’d have made your
head spin.

level the playing field
and y'all will see who’ll
really win.

and yeah i got anger,
but i don’t let it take
me down cause my momma
taught me better.

and she holds me up
when i fall down.
rest in peace moms,
don’t worry about your
son.

some day i’ll make you
proud, because yeah,
i am the one.

—  ezekiel figuero (the get down),
zeke’s poem (i am the one).
Patater Week Day 3

This is laaaaaate.  But it’s also like hella long so I feel like it’s justified.

Day 3: Fake Dating/Secret Relationship

“Kenneth, have you found a nice young man yet?”  Kent’s Grandmother squinted at the camera on his mom’s ipad.  “You know the Priest at church has a nephew and he’s quite good looking.  He’s a Kindergarten teacher, and I think you would just love him.  He even likes your hockey!  He teaches a team for children at the rec center on weekends.  I see him there when I have my water aerobics.”  She nodded.

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EXO K AU Aesthetic ~ Zombie Apocalypse | Oh Sehun

Suho | D.O | Sehun | Kai | Baekhyun | Chanyeol


  • Both you and Sehun had knew each other since you were in school so when you both found about the outbreak, you had went to find each other straight away.
  • The apocalypse had changed his attitude towards you and the world around him completely, though you couldn’t blame him since both of y’all lost your families.
  • He turned into what you would say, a complete asshole. Sometimes he’d ask why the fuck you were following him.
  • One day you actually ditched him when he snapped at you, which scared the dude half to death when he was alone for too long.
  • Sehun actually searched everywhere for you, even if that meant getting in severe danger himself. He couldn’t just let you go when you’ve been by his side metaphorically and literally half of his life.
  • When he found you, you had found a group who you seemed to be happy and content with (in his perspective too); but all he wanted to do was kidnap you from that group and run away with you.
  • Sehun clearly didn’t like the way the leader (Kris) of this group you ended up finding was always looking at you like you were his last meal.
  • Or his last fuck, maybe both.
  • When you both tried to escape you had gotten injured so Sehun baby sat you in a convenience store, making sure you had the right amount of sleep and rest; making his duty to protect you with his life.
  • CONFESSED HIS TRUE FEELINGS TO YOU

There’s something beautiful and tragic in the fallout.

When Lindsay is back lit by an explosion, hair wild and bright like a halo, that’s when they love her most. Symphonic laughter and smile so wide that every scrape or cut or bruise is suddenly not so bad.

When Gavin is hunched over a computer screen at 2AM, eyes glowing with the promise of rewards, that’s when they love him most. When he holds them close and kisses their pain away, they’re reminded that he is there for them.

When Michael is in front of them, machine gun out and defending them like a shield, that’s when they love him most. For every bullet meant for his partners, he returns three more as a message to not hurt them.

When Meg is cloaked in shadows or cocktail dresses, gleaning information from unsuspecting patrons, working her magic in a way only she can hope to control, that’s when they love her most. Cheek bones sharp and knives even sharper, she promises the slowest of deaths to anyone who even considers taking a chance at her spouses.

They are four of the most dangerous people in Los Santos and they are all so hopelessly entertained with each other, willing to die and live and die again for the chance to say “I did it for love”.

Something has always bothered me about Harry Potter and I think I figured it out

Okay so the part where Harry survived because Lily sacrificed herself has always bugged me because Lily couldn’t have been the first mother in the history to have sacrificed herself for her child. 

I was rereading the series and watching the movies when something clicked. 

We all know how magical oaths are binding and breaking one could lead to being stripped of your magic and your death. 

Well, I was reading when Snape figured out that Lily’s son was the one that Voldemort was after and begged Voldemort to spare Lily’s life. Voldemort actually agreed to spare her, promised Snape even- and meant it even because if you remember, he killed James Potter without second thought but told Lily to “stand aside” Like Voldemort actually did intend to keep his promise to Snape. 

I think he accidentally created a magical oath at that moment when he promised Snape to spare Lily. So when he did kill her, he broke his oath and was killed as a result. So the next time he cast a spell or did magic, it was snap back and strip him of his life. It just so happened that the next bit of magic he performed was the killing curse at Harry. Instead of killing Harry it back lashed at Voldemort and would have killed him had it not been for the Horcruxes. 

Anyway that’s the only thing that makes sense to me. 

Okay, so I’ve watched both Akamatsu and Tojo’s executions and I want to make some comments.

The reason why these new executions seem so brutal is because we get to see the various expressions of the blackened while they’re being killed.

For the other games, the faces of the blackened are usually not shown or are shown very briefly -

for example, Kuwata Leon’s execution, though arguably as brutal as the V3 executions when written on paper, had extremely dark lighting and for the most part his face was obscured.

In contrast, we see Akamatsu’s expressions of discomfort while she’s being asphyxiated to death. The lighting is bright and we can see her struggle in clinging to dear life.

The same goes for Tojo’s execution - we are treated to a view of her desperation.

Her attempt to escape the pitfall even though it meant using the thorny vine to climb up and being cut up by chainsaw-like mechanisms. Her fleeting happiness as she thinks that she had finally found the exit - only to find that it was a fake as she plummets down to her death.

Tojo’s execution is, in my opinion, even worse than Akamatsu’s, because for the first time, we get to see an executed character’s actual corpse, directly shown as the aftermath - a mangled, lifeless body in a huge pool of blood.

Thoughts on Sinbad and the latest chapters

Okay so after talking with @murasakihime and @fluffyfloof and getting tagged in a post by @miyamanga ive decided to finally come out on the whole sinbad die posts/topic whatever. YAAAAAAaaaaaaaayyyyy lets get started,
Firstly i want to say this post is long and in no way meant to offend anyone whether you support magi’s most idiotic king or not.

Sinbad without a doubt is magi’s most complex character and the things his done to so many people can not be simply overlooked. He gave so many people a future and sacrificed so much for them. All your precious children i.e jafar, the eight generals even the main cast are where they are because of sinbad. And i feel like recently alot of people in the fandom are just looking at his actions and writing him off the book as a villain. Die a horrible death. Which is completely wrong. Please do not ignore sinbad’s past, his sufferings and his motives. You can not just look at a character’s actions and say that person is terrible without understanding what there trying to do and why there trying to do it.

From a very young age Sinbad has experienced terrible things. As a toddler he had to witness the physical and verbal abuse of his father on a daily basis. His family were always treated as outcasts and they were struggling to make ends meet. There was also obvious tension between his mother and father to remove the expatriate title from the household. After all this sinbad had to watch his father beaten by the very army that’s supposed to protect them and they even executed him. Shortly after that his mother falls grievously ill and he had to work everyday to make enough money to make sure she will say good morning the next day. This in within itself is more than any child should have to endure and witness and set sinbad on his journey to change the world.

And things didn’t get any better for the poor child. He ended up a slave years later. Physical and mentally tortured and after that experienced the war where he lost his country, home village and the comrades he traveled the world with. These people were the only family he had and they were torn away from him in horrible circumstances.

Now put yourself in all these scenarios. Would you not do what sinbad is doing?. Would you not go to any extent to protect the people you love so such a terrible fate never befalls them again?.

And i just want to also mention that sinbad has never moved forward from that day. No matter how you look at it. Sinbad is stuck in limbo, while he did rebuild sindria and all. The pain of that day has never left him. Up until the revelation of alma torran he has lived with a voice in his head and he even believed it was his younger self who was haunting him for his failures.

He even still has dreams of the war, Sinbad has always carried a very heavy burden and he has never tried to share that burden with anyone and now its crushing him. To add to that the fact he can see fate makes the whole matter worse because sinbad must’ve felt just like David did. He feels isolated, alone and there is no denying sinbad took comfort in david’s presence.

Even though i dislike it myself what sinbad is doing in the current timeline is understandable for someone in his position. Idk how many took notice. But read closely and you’ll begin to notice every chapter sinbad grows more tired and afraid.

He is concerned, he is terrified of war breaking out again. He doesn’t want to see it again and he doesn’t want to lose the people he loves most. Now some people will say “yea but he brainwashed the whole world and his gonna kill everyone even his friends himself”.

And to that i say “yea but you know thinking 1000 years into the future is not just a sinbad thing, titus did it too you know, he was worried for both the now and future….. and how is that any different to when ugo sent everyone from alma torran to the new world, and lets not forget when he sentenced the djinn to an eternal life of solitude in the ruins of their former home?. Why did no one complain then? Was it because the Djinn agreed to it? The djinn agreed to the matter because it was solomon’s will, and it was because it would protect the world. But is that what they themselves truly desired?

Alma Torran was barren and to ensure the survival of the people ugo moved everyone to the new world and erased the history of alma torran from their minds. I’m sorry but that is also a form of brainwashing. Erasing from the minds of everyone an entire chunk of history that could’ve potentially stopped the outbreak of war in the first place had everyone known. Yet i dont see anyone complaining about that.

Sinbad is doing the exact same thing ugo did except his keeping everything in tact. The people of the world continue to remember the events of the world. They continue to live their own lives freely with the added addition of a shared hope that will unite the world. His returning everyone to a greater place. A utopia where war will never break out again. Where families will once again be reunited.


Now to all those people who wish death upon sinbad i just want you to rethink sinbad’s position and understand where his coming from. Also people who are asking for jafar to kill sinbad. I refuse to believe that would ever happen. We had an omake that clearly showed jafar refuses to bring harm to sinbad. infact why would jafar kill him? Jafar has been with sinbad the longest. He has seen sinbad at his highest and lowest. The two of them are so close and their bond and loyalty to each other is unbreakable. If Jafar, actually if anyone kills sinbad then nothing has changed from Alma Torran. History has once again repeated itself, the great king once again falls and the world will return to a state of chaos. Not to mention it will be a complete betrayal to sinbad and everything his sacrificed for the sake of others.

I think the world owes sinbad a debt and its time for that debt to be repayed. Instead of him always running around saving people, its time for the people to stand up and help him and to remove the burden his shouldering.

To put an end to this long post. Sinbad does not want to be the enemy, nor is he trying to be an antagonist. He is only doing what his heart believes will stop the repeat of all those terrible events he has had to experience. Solomon’s world is riddled with failure and error. The whole magi system is itself a failure and sinbad is only trying to piece everything back together to create a utopia

I think what a lot of people associate with Maes’ death is how much it tormented Roy to lose his best friend, and how much guilt the Elric’s felt for involving him in their mission. However, I honestly think that how his death affected Winry doesn’t get enough attention. While she stayed with Maes and Gracia, she sought his advice about why Ed and Al wouldn’t confide in her. She didn’t have a father of her own anymore to ask, so she chose him. When she breaks down in tears in front of Ed, it’s obvious that he and his family meant a lot to her. Even when she returned to Resembool, she kept them in mind, and practiced making Gracia’s apple pie until she was confident enough to make it for them. She wanted someone to be proud of her. She found a little sister in Elicia, and I think she found a father in Maes. She finally found herself a family, and once again, some part of it was taken away. It breaks my heart to watch it every time. 

ghost!bambam

Originally posted by magiccastles

  • a while back @seoulscapes sent me this text post and said this would be ghost!bambam and this idea was always a cute what if…… and then someone requested it
  • and how could i refuse our bby bam?
  • ok ok so background on bambam’s death: he died way too young
  • he was in college and had just been accepted into the frat of his dreams
  • he was basically living the life
  • but some dumbass in the frat thought that bambam wasn’t “ride or die” enough so the head of the frat acquiesced bc obviously the reputation of the frat was on the line and he couldn’t have any of his pledges getting in without easy peasy
  • obviously 
  • so they decided to gave him one more trial, a quickie that barely meant anything to them at all 
  • even bam himself was like “lol that’s easy”
  • the trial was to enter this old house in the neighborhood and to retrieve a well hidden letterman jacket, the jacket that new pledges get once they’d passed all the tests
  • the head of the frat sent the dumbass with the genius idea to hide it, and that guy and his friend made sure to make it unrealistically hard for bambam
  • they placed it in the attic, where there were countless holes and creaky floorboards and basically the whole thing is a death trap nightmare
  • but bambam is super confident!!! he’s like hell yeh imma get in there and imma find that jacket and im gonna look so cool to the prez of the frat that he’ll throw me a party in my honor and thank me on his knees for even considering his frat
  • he got ahead of himself obviously but i digress
  • at first, bambam was sure he could find it
  • he searched everywhere, high and low, and the longer it took him to search the more frustrated he and the frat brothers got
  • after a while, the brothers decided to head back, and if bam could bring the jacket by morning then he was in
  • bam had searched every area of the abandoned house and finally he had reached the attic, which had been ~mysteriously~ left open
  • he decides it wouldn’t hurt to check and goes up, flashing his phone light to see the jacket all the way across the attic, practically waiting for him like treasure to a pirate
  • he scrambles up, not even thinking about watching his step
  • and not even a few feet later, he’s got the jacket in hand, but he collapses right through the floor
  • honestly, a lot of people had fallen through the attic before, leaving with nothing more serious than a broken bone or two, but it’s not bambam’s lucky day
  • he happens to step in the worst spot, and it sends him falling from the high open ceiling above the front door, falling three stories and hitting the ground with a sickening crack
  • he was dead on impact
  • the frat brothers didn’t see bam the next day, or the day after that, so most of them assumed bam got hurt or chickened out after not finding it
  • until a few days later when some students passing by the house noticed a foul smell
  • the police were called and bam was found, and the frat brothers were so surprised that they didn’t dare speak a word of it to anyone
  • it looked like a frat kid playing around, and got too brave and ended up dead
  • it was a tragic case, and the campus mourned for months
  • bambam didn’t quite realize his ghostly self until a week after the incident, when he found himself staring out of one of the bedroom windows, laying on the floor with the letterman jacket around his shoulders
  • he was super confused, wondering if the fall had been a dream and he had just passed out in a random room or something
  • he leaves the house shortly after, and sees one of his frat brothers
  • he goes to greet him, to gloat about finally passing all the tests, but as soon as bambam walks up to him the frat brother walks straight through him
  • so bambam really starts freaking out and thinks that he’s drunk, and starts yelling at the frat brother for help or something but
  • nothing
  • no one can hear him
  • and it seems like no one can see or feel him either
  • it’s only when he gets to the frat house that he sees a vigil still up, filled to the brim with fresh flowers and a small stand that says “for bambam, may he rest in peace”
  • it’s so unbelievable that all he can do is break down and cry, scream for anyone who might realize he’s there, but after a while his cries grow less and less, and suddenly he’s confined himself to the house of which he died in, spending every day alone and depressed
  • he slowly learns that he can still be helpful, and whenever stupid teenagers try to sneak in for fun, he always scares them off before they can
  • the least he can do, he thinks, is keep others from meeting his fate too
  • so for months, it’s all he’s used to
  • the solitude grows so suffocating that bambam actually thinks he’ll go mad, but then you show up
  • you’re new, with ripped jeans and dirty sneakers and your hair pulled out of your face
  • you’ve got a clipboard in hand and glasses on the tip of your nose as you make your way inside, taking a step every few feet and scribbling something on your paper
  • he’s learned that he can appear and disappear to those he wants, all he has to do is focus
  • so he keeps invisible and stays behind you, being careful not to startle you as he reads over your shoulder
  • and sure enough, he finds out that you’re a real estate agent
  • “this place is a lawsuit waiting to happen. no wonder that kid died here” you mumble under your breath, and bambam forgets to conceal himself, his eyes widening as he appears before you with a finger pointed at himself
  • “me?!” he shouts
  • you’re so frightened you scream and tumble back, but bambam is fast and grabs you by the waist before you can hurt yourself, his face knitted into an expression of concern
  • as soon as he sets you upright, you’re scrambling to get away from him, looking around for any signs of him coming in, but it’s like he appeared out of thin air
  • and he looks strangely familiar, but you just can’t place it
  • clutching over your heart with a heavy breath, you narrow your eyes at him and level your clipboard to defend yourself just in case “who are you and what are you doing here, kid?”
  • and bambam is highkey offended like
  • kid?? he’s- well, he was going to turn 21 soon
  • folding his arms over his chest, he pouts, “i could ask you the same thing. don’t you know this place is off limits since that… ya know… incident?”
  • he tries his best to sound authoritative and to have the upper hand in the situation but you catch on quick “it’s off limits to the general public, a public of which i am not apart of. i’m a real estate agent and i’m supposed to be casing this place for repairs. it’s gonna be hard to sell, what with the history behind it, but some people like stuff like that”
  • for some reason, bambam feels like he’s being intruded upon
  • like how could you just come in and take this place from him? he had nowhere else to go
  • it was already hell being on his own, he didn’t want to know what it would be like trying to avoid actual people living in the same place he lost his life
  • and it wasn’t like he could just relocate. his spirit was forever tied to that place, and even though he could go to some places, he could only go so far before his spirit would weaken and he’d be forced to return
  • “you don’t wanna do that. honestly, it’d be a better idea if you just left me- i mean, it alone”
  • he hopes you don’t catch on to his slip up but you’ll be damned if you ignore it
  • “you? what, do you come here to avoid your parents or something, kid? look, i’d suggest you find somewhere less dangerous to spend your time. isn’t it a bit early in the morning to be here anyway?” 
  • you continue to keep interrogating him, fretting over him like a child, and bambam is finding it really hard to keep his cool
  • he obviously can’t outright say he’s dead and has nowhere to go, but you don’t seem to be shutting up any time soon
  • in the middle of your spiel about how “back in your day” you rebelled too, you reach a hand out to grab him, but 
  • your hand…goes right through him
  • while he was getting worked up about you, he hadn’t been focusing on how his body was slowly fading in and out of its solid state
  • you kinda just stand there, fingers hovering right where his palm and the bones of his hand should stop you, his skin translucent and bordering on transparent
  • you think your eyes are playing tricks on you so you move your hand up toward his chest, and it solidifies under your touch as you let out a relieved sigh
  • but then you don’t feel anything under your fingertips
  • you place your hand right over his heart and feel nothing, not a steady beat or even his chest rising and falling to take in a damn breath
  • it’s just cold skin under a cold, thin tee shirt, and the boy before you is looking at you like he’s been waiting for you to notice
  • “what… why are… where is your heartbeat?” “i don’t very well need one if i’m dead, do i?”
  • suddenly the familiarity hits you, and all those months ago when you’d first seen his face on tv, the tragic case of a college kid who’d lost his life in the very house you were in
  • you let out a choked scream, but it’s barely loud enough to startle the birds out in the backyard
  • he just watches with raised eyebrows as you stumble back, your eyes widened in fright and your hand over your mouth 
  • “y-you died! here! you’re a ghost!” you keep repeating to yourself, trying to find your sanity
  • yet all he can do is sigh, shoving his hands deep into his pockets, “i’ve been aware, captain obvious. and i can’t go anywhere else, so you can’t sell this house” he tells you, walking up to you and grabbing your arm to keep you steady, just in case you fell again
  • when you’ve seemed to calm down a few minutes later, you level a glare at him and shove his arm off, “i can’t just tell my boss that this house is off limits because it’s haunted. i’ll sound like a lunatic” “bring your boss here. i’ll scare the shit out of him, hm? problem solved”
  • but no matter what he says, you stand firm in your decision that the house has to go, and that he’ll just have to deal with it
  • after all, what was the worst he could really do?
  • lmao
  • had you been a lil wiser, you might’ve not asked the question
  • the months spent fixing up the house were torture for you
  • from tripping up carpenters, throwing screwdrivers at windows and using red paint to draw ominous messages on the walls, bambam refuses to back down
  • and the worst thing is, it seems like you’re the only one he’s allowing see him
  • bambam: *in the middle of drawing a pentagram on the floor* don’t sell the house
  • you: *furiously painting over the remaining drawings of “666″ and “the antichrist lives here”* fuck off
  • he’s so??? infuriating?? and he’s dead which makes it ten times as bad bc he never gets tired
  • but despite his efforts (and there were plenty), the house soon gets fixed up into a livable state, and it’s up to you to begin decorating and getting the house sold
  • and after a while, you become used to bambam
  • it took a while for you to formally introduce yourselves to each other, and while it was a bit,,,,, stiff, you both had since come to an agreement
  • he would comply and let the house be sold, staying out of the way, but he would pick the tenants
  • so reluctantly, you accepted
  • bad idea of course but ANYWAY
  • he’s picky about everything
  • “i don’t like them, too many kids” “but they only have one??” “one too many”
  • “no old people, i’m the only one who’s gonna haunt this place goddamn it”
  • “the wife hates dogs???? what the hell!!”
  • no matter who you bring in, he hates them all
  • if you find it hard deterring the tenants from taking the place after his disapproval, he’ll start banging pots in the kitchen, or randomly screaming from different parts of the house, or creating shadows to scare people away
  • he’s always finding something bad about each one, and as the days stretch on, your boss starts getting on you about selling the place, seeing as he’s put so much money into making it even slightly desirable after bambam’s death
  • after one particularly taxing day, you find yourself curled up on the bed upstairs, blanket tucked in comfortably around you as you come to
  • bambam is there next to you, staring up at the ceiling as you flip over in bed to face him
  • you ask him how long you’ve been asleep, and he tells you it’s only been a few hours, but it’s dark out
  • you’re halfway up and out of bed, mumbling that you should probably head home, when you feel bambam scoot a little closer
  • and then you feel his breath on your shoulder, and in surprise, you turn, coming face to face with bambam
  • he looks a lot different than usual, a sad look to his usually peppy disposition
  • “would it be… strange… if you stayed the night? i mean, you leave snacks in the pantry since you’re practically here from sun up to sun down, and the bed is comfortable, and i… i’d really like some company”
  • and it’s crazy, but you find yourself staying
  • he spills to you about his life that night, telling you all about how his life had been before he died, how he had tried to check up on his family but hadn’t been able to get very far, and about his plans for the future
  • you get an idea and give him your phone, and he pulls up the social media of all his family members, spending hours just pointing out the silly posts they’d made, showing you the instagram pics that he had taken with them in the past, and reading their eulogies to him
  • “thank you for that… i’ve always wondered how they’d been” he tells you, watching with fondness as you struggle to keep your eyes open much longer, you mumbling out a quiet reply of “of course”
  • quietly, he tucks you back into the bed and lays a soft kiss on your forehead, and had he been alive, his cheeks would’ve flushed at the contact
  • from that day forward, you start to feel closer to bambam
  • you two share stories of your lives, you being a young but somewhat lonely real estate agent, telling him about how you felt like your life was going nowhere fast
  • he comforts you, talking to you through work stress, or letting you drink your worries away with him after a bad date (the alcohol passes right through him, and he’s thankful for that seeing as when he was alive he was a terrible lightweight)
  • he becomes someone in your life that you don’t think you could live without, much to your shock
  • it’s a rainy night and you’re still finding yourself spending time with bambam, a bottle of soju in hand as you both talk about your day when he suddenly goes, “why don’t you live here? i think you’re the only person i could tolerate being around all day”
  • he half expects you to laugh it off, but as you swish the contents of the bottle back and forth with a thoughtful expression, his heart clenches
  • with hope??? maybe
  • “i’ve thought about it, actually. but i don’t know… that’s a pretty big step just to hang out with annoying ol’ you” you tease, nudging your foot into his side as he grins
  • “just think of me as a cool, dead roommate. when you’re away, i’ll guard the house. and i can keep up with chores and keep the place warm. i can even make you dinner”
  • the more bambam talks, the more the idea becomes appealing
  • and it’s true, you’re the only person bambam could stand
  • in fact, you’re the only person bambam would want
  • the amount of times he’s dreamt of coming home to you, embracing you and spending his nights with you every night like this, being able to see you in your warm, relaxed state… it makes him a lil thankful to whomever had put him here
  • because if he had continued to live the life he had before, he would have never met you
  • and he misses his family, but he knows they’re okay
  • he’s at peace, he’s content, and it’s all thanks to you
  • there’s something more there, he thinks, but he knows it’s wishful thinking
  • yet as you lean into him, your warm breath brushing his arm as you mull over your thoughts, such wishful thinking doesn’t seem so distant
  • “if i move in… you’ve got to promise not to pop in on me in the shower and stuff” “hm, no promises”
  • his fingers curl around yours as you hit him with your other hand, laughing melodically into his ear
  • “you’re terrible” you grumble, snuggling that much closer to him as you both watch the stars through the window
  • “mhm. love you” he mumbles, drawing his lip between his teeth as your heart stutters 
  • your eyes dart to his even if only for a moment, your cheeks flushing in bashfulness
  • you breathe out, feeling his gaze on your face as you try to remind yourself just who you’re talking to, and what situation he’s in, “love you too… kid”
  • because it’s obvious
  • having feelings for him would be weird. it wouldn’t make sense. it would only end in heartbreak if he ever moved on to the afterlife, or if you ever found someone to start a family with. it was wishful thinking. it wouldn’t amount to anything…
  • …right?
  • you can’t really find the heart to believe yourself as his fingers squeeze around yours, and the night fades into warm hearts and stargazing, the promise of something strange, something good lingering right between you two as you drift into lovely daydreams of a boy who was just a little bit different from the rest

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goblin!jinyoung

anonymous asked:

I know you focus more on ss, but can you help me out a bit? During Hinata's confession, what did Hinata mean when she said she was being selfish? I've seen antis say Hinata was using her desires to gain his attention by confessing before death. So that Naruto can forever have her ingrained in his memory.

That’s not what she meant.

By saying that she was being selfish, Hinata was referring to the fact that she knew that Naruto definitely wouldn’t have wanted her to get herself involved in the fight, because she’d likely perish:

However, despite this, Hinata got herself involved anyway, because she could simply no longer bear to watch helplessly as Naruto was at the mercy of Pein.

So even though she knew she’d likely die, she went and protected Naruto anyway, because it’s what she wanted to do. It was her own “selfish” desire:

Because after everything that Naruto had done for her in the past (regardless of whether he was aware of it or not), Hinata now wanted to do something for him and return the favour. That included protecting him with her life, regardless of whether he wanted her to or not

Halloween 1981 - James

James Potter suddenly found himself somewhere he didn’t know. He was sure there was green light and a man with a snake-like face in front of him a second ago. There were people around him, who didn’t even look his way. Then it dawned on him: Lily. He had failed the love of his life and his son. He couldn’t stop death. Death. He was dead even though he had so much to live for but it was necessary. Maybe I bought enough time for them to apparate, they were all that mattered. Black messy haired and green eyed boy and his mother, they deserved what James selflessly sacrificed. He wanted to live but he would rather die if it meant saving them, four identical green eyes meant so much more than his hazel ones. 

James wanted to know what was going on, whether they made it out or not. Lily and Harry, that was all he could think about. Before he knew it he was looking at the place he once called home. It hadn’t been a minute since his body fell on the floor, Death was making his way to the red haired girl and the small baby in her arms. They don’t deserve this.

He was betrayed by someone he trusted. He trusted a lot, Sirius always warned him about it. Sirius. They never told anyone they changed the Secret Keeper. Moony, please believe him.

Death was close now, he blasted the door, his wand was inches away from Lily Evans’ heart, a heart so pure James never felt like he deserved it. She was putting herself between Harry and Death, he told her to move, she didn’t. You didn’t have the option of disagreeing with Death. She was so brave, she was love. James knew they would be together again. Four short years they had together, it wasn’t enough and this wasn’t fair.

Betrayed by the person he thought he saved.

James shut his eyes, he shut them so hard his face shrivelled. He didn’t want to see it, he didn’t want to see life leave Lily’s eyes, the eyes he loved so much, the eyes that had the most beautiful shine to them when she smiled. Her smile. The way she smiled when James kissed her, he felt her smile from her lips even though his eyes were closed. James felt himself a little better, he didn’t dare open his eyes. A soft voice called his name, his favourite, but he knew she was crying. 

Death had his wand directed at the head of the small boy. If they had him too, there would be no reason the stay here. Potters, there and gone in a heartbeat, just because James trusted the wrong person. This is all my fault.

Lily was barely standing, holding onto James. James wanted to close his eyes again but Lily didn’t, he had to be with her. He didn’t want to let her down again, she deserves so much more. His heart, his head, his body, everything hurt so bad. 

They could have gotten through this, there was a way, there always was a way. He just couldn’t find it.

James saw the green light leave the tip of the wand. It was a miracle. He saw Death collapse under his own weight, a miracle so strong it blew half of their home up. Harry was alright. Lily was hanging on his shirt, she was looking at their son, a lightning scar on his head and tears flowing down his cheeks. He is alive. He didn’t understand how it happened, he didn’t care.

James drowned in his guilt avoiding Lily’s eyes, he wanted to hug her tell her he was sorry but he had a knot in his stomach. He knew he was going to see disappointment in her eyes. Instead he saw love, because that’s what Lily Evans felt in her veins. Love and gratitude flowing out of every inch of her body. James had never loved her more.

James Potter and Lily Evans kept living through Harry’s messy black hair, green eyes, heart of gold and trust. They were everywhere, Harry just didn’t know it.


Halloween 1981 - Lily

I’ll tell you what it was like to love him.

  It was like you were in the presence of a story,
Where he is legends waiting to be written, crushing stardust beneath his feet.
  Where he is more scars than man, hands trembling.

Where he thinks that if a hero lives long enough, they become monsters too.

  He is not a God.
  He is not supposed to live forever.
 
And yet,
  His name echoes in the dark.
  His name is remembered

You see,
  History will remember him, even if he doesn’t want it too.
  And the story will go,
  There was a boy who could move the stars,
  And played war like a game.
  Where he is meant to die a hero.

  But you,

You will remember the boy with magic lodged in his eyes,
  Who could challenge the sun with the brilliance of his smile,
And spoke to you in his silence.
  You will remember the boy who dipped his hands too deep in blood,
  Who fell into darkness and made Death a friend.
  Who is losing more than he won.

And you’ll wish history would forget him,
  So he could be just a man.
—  instead of the hero the world made him to be // L.H.Z

Moftiss face the same problem with moving John back in with Sherlock as they always did, baby or no baby. Watson moving back in with Holmes after his wife’s ‘death’ is the gayest plot line in the history of literature. They can’t escape that, even if they write themselves into a corner to avoid it. Which only makes me think fucky thoughts. They made sure to show John still in his apartment at the end of TFP, they didn’t need to do that. They could have written that scene somewhere else, at Baker St for example. Moftiss don’t suck THAT hard - they at LEAST FUCKING KNOW that these two LIVE TOGETHER for fuck’s sake. YET, we are meant to believe that this is the END. The end of their story, the “first phase” or whatever the fuck Moftiss said. Ahem … but they’re not living together Moftiss you absolute dickheads, how dumb do you think we are? (I don’t care what they said in an interview, the show is what is canon, and it’s canon that they live separately for now). And don’t even get me started on John’s daughter. If Moftiss think Sherlock and John will go ahead and “solve crimes!!” like they yelled at the BFI screening, then they’re wrong. Because John will be putting his kid to bed at 7:30pm and making her eggs in the morning, taking her to day care then washing her clothes and cleaning up filth all evening. Yes there are nannies and boarding schools, but kids also need their parent(s) no matter what, and John would want to spend that time with her because he’s a good loving person. Kids destroy change your life and you have zero control over that, and Steven knows that. This is the END of Sherlock and John solving crimes together, not the beginning. Conclusion: Fucky.

MY BOY WANG YEO HAS BEEN A GRIM REAPER FOR LIKE 300 AND SOME SHITTY FUCKING YEARS AND MOST OF THE TIME HE DIDN’T EVEN KNEW HIS FUCKING NAME BUT HE GOT HIS MEMORIES BACK AS A FUCKING PUNISHMENT AND HE REMEMBERED ALL THE ATROCITIES HE COMMITTED HE REMEMBERED THAT HE KILLED HIMSELF BC HE COULDN’T LIVE WITHOUT SUN ANYMORE
HE SPENT 9
NINE
YEARS BEING THE ONLY PERSON THAT REMEMBERED WHAT HAPPENED TO SHIN AND SUFFERING BC OF HIS FRIEND’S DEATH AND PUNISHING HIMSELF BY NOT SEEING SUNNY DURING NINE MOTHERFUCKING YEARS BC HE THOUGHT HE HADN’T SUFFERED ENOUGH BUT EVEN SO HE GOT THE COURAGE TO BEG SHIN FOR FORGIVENESS AND SHIN GAVE IT TO HIM BUT YET IT’S CLEAR HE DOESN’T FEEL WORTH OF IT HE KEPT PUSHING THE ENVELOPE THING TO SHIN BUT SHIN WAS LIKE ‘KAY FAM U CAN GO SEE MY SIS’ AND THAT HAND ON HIS SHOULDER HOW FUCKING MUCH IT MUST’VE MEANT TO YEO FOR FUCK’S SAKE IF MY TALL WEIRDO KING IN PAST LIFE SON DOESN’T GET A HAPPY ENDING WITH SUNNY ILL HAVE TO BURN TVN TO THE GROUND CAUSE I CANNOT PUT UP WITH THIS SHIT I CANNOT SEE HIM CRYING ANYMORE AND I WANT HIM TO FEEL LOVED AND HAVING HIS FAMILY BACK ALL OF THEM - SUNNY SHIN EUN TAK DUK HWA - AND I’M READY TO DEADASS FIGHT THE ALMIGHTY ANYTIME HE WANT SO HE CAN LEAVE MY BABES ALONE LIKE CAN YA LET THEM CHILL AND BE HAPPY GET A MF LIFE.

Cold Hearted (BTS AU) | Chapter 8

Genre: Post zombie apocalypse

Pairing: Jimin X Reader (Mature…I guess…Ish??)

Will contain:  Violence, Mentions of blood and death and the gross stuff, Fluff, Angst, smut (Wiggles eyebrows.) and major character death.  

Synopsis: The world was once booming with sound, streets full of people, there was always just, something. Lights, the lights that made people feel safe in the dark. But that world soon got took over with silence and darkness. Leaving people alone with creatures they did not know would even exist.

A/N: I felt like updating twice, I had them ready but was way too nervous to post. 

Word count: 5.6K

Chapter 9

Originally posted by fairybcby

( I love this gif, i feel like it fits, imagine Yoongi with his dark hair, and I was meant to use Hoseok for the last chapter gif, so here:) ) 

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It’s been a day. No one has really spoke to each other, its mainly silence. Yoongi hasn’t left your side and you’ve avoided Jimin.

Tae returned to you guys after the incident and hasn’t spoken a word since. Not even to Wonho who has worried about him every hour. But Tae won’t speak.

In that day, Yoongi even let Jungkook hold you while you cried. You’ve been clung to both boys since. When Yoongi was tired, Jungkook would carry you on his back, By the time you were awake again, you’d walk hand in hand with your boyfriend. You found another location. A family home. You’ve all decided to stay here for a few days and clear your heads.

Jin and Namjoon went on a rampage and killed every Lurker in site. You feel safe now. But you feel alone without Hoseok making sarcastic jokes and brightening the mood.

Currently you all gather in the living room of the family home. No one speaks. Jin sits with Jimin who also hasn’t tried speaking to you.

Namjoon sits alone. I.M and Wonho sit with Tae, Wonho trying to make the boy smile, sometimes it works.

Jungkook sits in front of you. Your hands playing with his hair to pass the time as Yoongi sits beside you on the sofa. He is quite a distance.

“Maybe we should all just, sleep.” Namjoon suggests.

“What good will that do?” Yoongi replies.

“I just want to pass the time okay.” Namjoon sounds irritated.

You notice Jungkook drifting off as he leans back slightly. You move so he rests down on the floor and you move closer to Yoongi. As you go to touch your boyfriend he moves away.

“Yoongs…” You try.

“I just want to be alone okay. I’ve had you by my side, I haven’t had time to-” He doesn’t finish his sentence as his voice chokes. He needs to cry. You nod understandingly and let him leave the room in a rush, everyone watches him. You look over to Tae who has worn the look of guilt on his face since the incident, but not once has he cried.

As you look at the other body’s slowly drifting to sleep, you decide you want to sleep alone. Just be by yourself to think over some things. You quietly make your way from the room. Passing a few doors but stopping in front of one. Muffled sobs can be heard on the other side and you want nothing more than to hold him in your arms. But you respect his request of being alone and make your way upstairs. The home still has the main bedroom, the bed is decent enough to sleep in so you make your way there. Creaking open the door you look at your new place of rest. Yoongi would like this room.

You feel tears start to form in your eyes, but before you can let them out a hand is on your wrist and you turn to face a sad eyed boy.

Jimin stands before you, his eyes glassy. He followed you. Of course he did.

“Why did you have to avoid me now? I needed you.” He sounds hurt, only making you feel guiltier. “Forget what we’ve done. It’s about Hoseok now.” You can’t help but cry. You let yourself cry. Something you felt like you couldn’t do today, you felt like your other would be annoyed.

“I need you.” You manage out. Looking straight into his eyes. “Please don’t leave me.” You beg of him, realising how much you missed him in just one day. “I want to forget, I don’t want to remember he isn’t here. He was the first person I saw, he taught me to be strong and I can’t be strong without him here.” Jimin eyes you sadly.

“You want to forget?” You nod.

“That’s why I always sleep. He’s alive in my dreams.” Jimin takes a step towards you. Bringing his hand up, he taps your heart.

“He’s still alive in here.” Your heart only beats faster. You look up at Jimin who already let his tears go. “I can make you forget for a while.” He whispers, leaning closer to you. You become selfish. Not even thinking of anyone but yourself as you accept his offer.

His lips gently land on yours, letting your tears mix together as he cautiously moves his lips with your own. You hear the door close only presuming he kicked it with his heel. His hands lift you by your thighs, only for a second as he places you on the bed behind you. You tug on the sweater he always wears. Parting from you to obey your wish he straddles you. Lifting the sweater over his head, you only eye up the body that was hidden underneath, shocked to see abs, but he looked so skinny. You don’t have much time to look as he’s already trying to pull your own sweater over your head. You obey and lean up, letting him slide it off your body.

You only want him more as he eyes roam body for the first time, licking his lips he leans back down, He leaves small, but delicate kisses along your collar bone, moving to the top of your breast as he sucks slightly. You allow it, not thinking of him leaving marks, he’s done the one thing Yoongi hasn’t. He’s marked you as his. Your breath is getting heavy as he trails his kisses to the top of your stomach and slowly down.

For a moment you wait for Jin to interrupt you as Jimin fiddles with the button of your jeans, finally getting it lose. No Jin is seen. He moves from you and stands up again, removing his own jeans. You eye him with hunger for his body. His toned legs making you want him more as you slide your own jeans down your legs.

Your almost bare bodies are together again, lips attack one another and your breaths mix together. Jimin catches your small moans that you begin to release with his own mouth, trying to keep you quiet.

“You’re so beautiful.” His words sending you over the edge, you need him. Your hands run down his back and find their way to the waistband of his boxers, Sliding them down. He nips at your neck as he slides your own underwear down. Is it too late to stop? You know you don’t want to.

“Are you ready.” He looks you in the eyes, you look into his own lust blown eyes and nod. You don’t realise this is the moment your world changed.

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 Your bodies move together, a layer of sweat covering you both. You try to conceal your moans with his lips on yours as he thrusts into you. Messing up on being silent you moan loudly as he bites your shoulder, trying to conceal his own moans.

You find your nails digging into his back as the movements become faster. Both of your breaths are heavy and you can’t ignore the bed occasionally knocking against the wall, praying no one can hear you.

“Jimin I-” You try to speak but can’t.

“I know…Me too.” He manages out. Thrusting harder as you both reach your highs. Your back slowly arching off the bed as Jimin laces his hand with yours, holding it above your head. Kissing you harsher than before. You both moans into each others mouths, He lets you finish your high before pulling out from you and releasing himself.

His body collapses onto yours, moving off you, you find yourself cuddling into his chest, feeling it rise and fall with his heavy breaths.

“That was…” You start.

“We really fucked up.” He finishes.

“Yeah…” You agree. He reaches behind him and pulls a pillow to your stomach. You laugh as he cleans you with it.

“Let’s pray no one uses that.” He chuckles with you. He holds you a while longer until he breaks the silence. “We should go back.”

You groan not wanting to move. He laughs as he moves from you. You can’t help but stare at his body as he changes back into his clothes. Picking your clothes from the ground he throws them at you.

Huffing you get yourself changed.

“How do I look?” You question.

“Like you just had sex.” Brilliant.

“You look flustered.” You comment. You’re both screwed.

“Wait.” He moves over to the broken window. You watch as his body starts to look cold. He just looks like he’s been outside.

“You’re not that dumb after all.” He nudges you when you make your way over to him, feeling the breeze on you, cooling you down.

“You ready?” He questions you. You give him a small smile. He leans down to place one last kiss to your lips. You still feel the areas he’s touched burn slightly. He opens the bedroom door, the home still filled with silence. You both cautiously step through the long hall.

You let out a gasp when Jimin is pinned to the wall.

“I fucking knew it.” Jungkook talks through clenched teeth, holding Jimin by his sweater against the wall.

“Jungkook.” He mumbles out.

“No. I fucking knew it!” He pulls him off the wall to smash him back into it again. “I woke up, Worried about her I came up here and I could…I thought it was Yoongi…I was furious…then you both started talking.” He looks at you. “you really fucked up.”

“I know…” You quietly speak.

“How long?” Jungkook turns back to Jimin. You know what he’s asking

“Since the night we got attacked at the house…” Jungkook scoffs.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Please don’t tell Yoongi.” Jungkook only smirks at you.

“Oh no, I won’t. I want to see him beat the shit out of Jimin when he finds out from you.” He shoves Jimin away. “Well done Jimin, you…The one everyone trusts, the one Yoongi trusts to protect her, has literally just fucked her behind his back. You really are a true friend.” He walks away from you both. Stopping at the stairs he speaks one last time. “I bet the innocent thing was a fucking act wasn’t it?”

Once he’s gone Jimin only turns to you.

“What have we done?” Those are the only words you speak.

“I can’t face them.” He returns to you. Deep down you only hope Jungkook knows what you just did.

You just face your fear, Walking down the stairs with Jimin in toe. When you reach the living room, everyone is looking at you. Oh no.

“what’s up with you both?” Wonho questions.

“Yeah you’re acting like you’ve done something wrong.” Namjoon agrees.

“Who is this?” The voice comes from behind you. You turn to look at your boyfriend.

“No one!” You rush out, he only frowns at you. Brushing it off he pulls you by your hand and seats you back to the sofa, throwing an arm over you.

“Just let me have you by my side, being alone sucked.” You only smile at him. You can’t say anything. “I need you okay?” He looks down at you.  For a moment, you freeze.

“I’m…Always here.” You feel worse. He smiles at you lovingly and kisses you softly, pulling away as soon as it began.

“Let’s just, can we start again?” He questions you, you know he means the stuff that has happened over the last few days. You think it over, nodding at him only making his smile grow wider. You need to stay away from Jimin before you get in too deep. But you already know it’s too late.

“We found some canned food, doesn’t expire for another year which kind of freaks me out.” Jin takes you both out of your loved-up state. He eyes you up for a second.

“do you want help preparing it?” I.M offers. You already know the poor family that left this home behind literally left everything, so it wont be hard to find some plates or bowls. Jin accepts his offer and they both disappear. You notice everyone is slowly trying to pretend like nothing has happened, you guess that’s the only way everyone can deal with the loss of someone so special to you all.

You look around the room some more, noticing Tae still seems off while Wonho sleeps peacefully with his head resting on Tae’s legs. Jungkook eyes you with anger filled eyes while Jimin awkwardly sits on the floor near him. Namjoon seems to be in his own little world and you decide to leave him to it.

You look back to your boyfriend, smiling softly as you hear the little breaths he releases, He’s sleeping and you couldn’t be happier, it seems like an odd thing to be happy about, but he is always so stressed, a frown upon his face most of the time. Seeing his relaxed and in peace face warms your heart.

“I need to speak with you.” You frown, until you realize its Namjoon, he’s looking directly at you. He has never wanted to speak to you alone before, this only makes you nervous. Moving Yoongi’s arm from your shoulder you make your way out the living room. Namjoon directs you to an empty room and closes the door behind you.

“You’re observant, I’ve always like that about you.” Okay what’s going on? “Tae isn’t right.”

“Well no shit, how would you feel if you just sho-” He cuts you off.

“No. That’s what I mean. He hasn’t shown any sign of being sad about it, he only shows guilt. I know he would feel guilty but, Tae has a lot of emotions. Something isn’t right. Can you keep an eye on him?” You have never been ordered to do something, well at least not for a while.

“Um, sure.” He smiles at you and just leaves you alone in the room. Maybe Tae has been a little different than what you expected. But its normal, right?

Leaving the room you’re stopped by Jin. Where is I.M?

“You…You have to make a fucking decision.”

“Jin just stop getting involved.” You snap at him.

“Stop!? No! You are going to ruin the both of them…”

“I know okay! I know!” You feel your eyes well up.

“Then why won’t you stop!” He loses it.

“I’m falling for him!” You admit. Finally, you break. “I’m fucking falling in love with him and I’m scared…I’m so fucking scared.” For the first time his eyes soften and he pulls you into a hug.

“You aren’t the only bad guy…But I don’t forgive you.” Understandable. “Neither of them deserve this.”

“I know, I wanted to tell-“You can’t finish the sentence.

“I know…” He pulls away from you. “I’m just as bad for keeping your secret. I’m just begging you to decide and tell Yoongi. You know he will hurt Jimin.” That’s the main reason you won’t tell him. After seeing him at his pure anger state. You fear for Jimin’s life.

“Go get Yoongi…I…I need him…I can’t.” Jin’s eyes widen. You’re beginning to panic at the thought. He rushes off and you hear him shout for Yoongi. You don’t notice you are on the ground, clutching your chest while you rest on your knees. Things fall silent. Too much is going on too fast.

“Hey, baby look at me.” You look up into his deep shades eyes. They look tired. “Breathe okay…Its okay….” Yoongi calms you, giving you space to breathe. You focus on his hand on your thigh as his thumb strokes along your jeans. You feel your breathing becoming steady. You notice a few more sets of shoes and when you finally look up Jin, I.M, Wonho and Jungkook all look at you with worry.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

“Don’t be stupid, it’s all a bit too much.” Wonho speaks. “I didn’t know him long, but still.” You smile sadly at him. Looking to Yoongi whose tired eyes only look worse.

“You should sleep.” He shakes his head.

“I need to make sure you’re okay.” He’s an idiot. You really didn’t deserve him.

“Ad youll only grow weak if you don’t sleep.” You notice the others have gone. Leaving you both in the hall alone.

“Come to bed with me?” He questions. It’s innocent, and you know he wouldn’t try it.

“Of course.” He pulls you to your feet, holding your hand in his as he takes you upstairs. Please not that room. You don’t realise you were holding your breath until he goes into a completely different room. You felt relieved.

“Nice, they still have bedsheets.” He pats the sheet and dust flies off them. “Okay no.”

“Oh be grateful!” You laugh. He joins you before throwing his body on the bed. You cough as dust flies in the air. “Thanks babe.”

“Anytime.” You lay net to him. Feeling not only happy, but slightly wrong as he wraps his arms around you. Your skin still burns with Jimin. You lips still feel his touch.

“Yoongs?” You question, turning in his arms so you come face to face. He looks at you.

“Yeah?” He moves a strand of hair off your face, making your stomach flutter as he presses a kiss to your nose.

“Tell me of the time you spent with him. The year without me, and the times before. Tell me your happiest times.” He knows wo you speak of.

“Thought you wanted me to sleep?”

“I want to see you smile.” You know your words touch him.

“Okay let’s see…Oh! There was this one time in Osaka-.”

You spend the next few hours laughing at stories of Hoseok, not once do either of you cry. You remember the good times and learn of things you never knew. You felt happy in this moment. It was all you needed to forget for now.

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“Dammit wake up!” You hear the muffled voice. Scrunching your face, you open your eyes. Its pitch black apart from the light from the moon. You are shocked to see I.M.

“Can I help you?” You question.

“It’s Kihyun.” Suddenly you’re wide awake. Causing Yoongi to shuffle around before sitting up in bed.

“Um, kid?” I.M rolls his eyes.

“Kihyun. He can’t fight…” Okay, he woke you for this?

“Why should we care?” Yoongi doesn’t sound happy, he’s always hated being woke up.

“Well I just figured it out, he defends himself with a gun. That’s it. If someone was to knock him down, take his weapon and fight him. He wouldn’t be able to fight back. He’s pretty weak.” He sounds excited.

“You have no idea how much you might have helped us. But why tell us this now…” You question.

“Because he knows…”

“Knows what?” Yoongi questions. I.M ushers you to follow him. You look at Yoongi who only looks at you back. You decide to follow him.

“Why didn’t you wake the others?” You are getting curious.

“Honestly? No idea.” Great. You follow him down the stairs and he leads you out the house.

“Yoongi go wake the others.” He immediately obeys when he sees the site infront of him. Rushing inside.

One by one you all gather. Slowly reacting to the site.

An “X” marks the floor. But it’s not normal. Its written in blood, chills run through you. He’s found you.

“Why hasn’t he attacked?” Namjoon wants answers.

“He’s preparing…He always plans.” Wonho is next to speak.

“Then so will we. After we find somewhere else.” You shake your head at Namjoon’s words.

“No, we can’t keep hiding, we only look scared. If we stay here, he knows we are ready.” All eyes are on you.

“Not going to lie but she’s right.” Jin sides with you. You can’t help but smile.

“Fine.” Namjoon gives in.

“Dude…” Wonho breaks your short silence. Moving over to I.M. You watch as he turns the younger boy around, a piece of paper is safety pinned to his jumper.

“One month, signed with a H.” Wonho reads the note as he gets it off.

“Hyungwon…” I.M whispers.

“So Kihyun didn’t do this?” You point to the bloodied “X” on the floor.

“It would have been his idea. But I’m glad it’s Hyungwon.” Wonho makes eye contact with you as you speak.

“Are we ignoring the fact he literally snook inside and pinned it to my back?” I.M argues. “Little shit.” You can’t help but laugh.

“Be thankful it was him.” Wonho returns.

“Oh no I am, but still. Creepy. He risked enough telling how long we have” I.M shivers at the thought.

“One month. We train hard okay?” You all stand around Namjoonas he gives his orders. “And you. We really got to train you…” He points to Wonho who only nods, he knows he isn’t good enough to fight. He must work hard.

This was the night you all knew you signed your lives away. You didn’t know who would survive.

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2 weeks later


“Stop pressuring me!” You scream.

“Stop slacking then! You are one of the best fighters!” Yoongi screams at you. You have both been arguing constantly the past two weeks. The pressure is getting to everyone, slowing tearing the group apart.

“I can’t fucking fight without thinking about Hoseok okay! I’m trying my hardest! Maybe you should stop getting on my back and do some fucking work yourself!” He is taken back by your outburst. raising his hands in a surrender as he backs away from you.

Once he’s gone you let out a frustrated scream, kicking at a street pole. “Idiot!”

“Seems you need me?” You recognise that voice instantly. Turning to Jimin you only let out a huff.

“Where to?” You speak. He only smirks.

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You ignore the pain in your back as you’re pressed against the cold wooden door. Hiding your head in his shoulder as he holds you up. His hard thrusts making it impossible for the door to not thud.

“Jimin…” You moan out. He knows you’re nearly there. You clutch to his shoulders, adding to the marks you left only a few nights ago, you and Jimin did this whenever you argued with Yoongi or needed relief. This has happened nearly every other day for 2 weeks.

He moans out your name as you feel his legs shake. He pulls out as he places you back on the floor. Releasing over you. The one thing you never risked was bringing a child into this world. His head rests on your shoulder as you both calm your breaths.

Finally recovering he gives you a small, but meaningful kiss.

“See you after training.” You only laugh, knowing its true, you’ll both need each other again. You pull your underwear and jeans back up. Watching as he buckles his belt.

“See you later princess.” He kisses you once more before leaving the room. You only got away with this because everyone was too busy being over trained. You step out the room, making your way to your own room where you retrieve your bow, time for round 2 of this shit.

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Day 28


2 days. It was only 2 days until you were to attack Kihyun. You finally have a rest day and you all spent the time either sleeping, or just alone. It’s like no one even knows each other anymore.

“Here.” Yoongi passes you a sweater. He always rotated between two. Sadly, the other day you tore Jungkook’s sweater you always wore and you even cried, you thought he would be mad, but he only laughed at you and said you’re being an idiot.

“Bout time I wore my boyfriend’s clothes.” You laugh, removing your old sweating and pulling Yoongi’s soft one over your head.

“Suites you.” Tae speaks. He’s become more vocal.

“I didn’t not see you in the room…” You trail off realising he just saw your body.

“I don’t care. Its only boobs.” Only boobs. Wow.

“Yeah well that’s the first time I’ve basically seen them.” Here we go.

“What now?” You frown at Yoongi.

“I’m just saying. We haven’t even had sex yet, like I was fine without it, but how am I meant to show how I feel about you when you won’t even sleep with me.” You can hear the anger in his voice.

“Well considering all we do is argue, I don’t want to know how you feel about me.” You retaliate.

“Then maybe you should show more effort.” He spits back.

“Effort!?” You shout. “Stop picking arguments!”

“Stop pushing me away!” He shouts back. Making you both fall silent and Tae awkwardly leave the room.

“Well maybe I push you away because this is all that happens when we spend time together.” You speak the words more calm.

“Fuck this.” He goes to leave the room.

“See! You always run away, we never sort it!”

“We can’t sort something there no point trying to fix!” You know everyone can hear you.

“I’m trying to fix it now!” You shout at him.

“Don’t bother, you won’t even be intimate with me anymore!” You clench your fists.

“Why does that matter! People go months without having sex until they feel ready, stop pressuring me to do everything!” His eyes flash with anger you’ve only seen a few times. You stop instantly. He realises the stage he’s in and he leaves the room in a hurry. You now he has anger issues. You’re just glad he walks away from it now, He knows he has to cool off.

“When will you two stop fighting?” Namjoon walks in the room.

“When we go back in time and never dated.” You know you’re being harsh but you really weren’t in the mood.

“Yeah. You’re funny.” He sits on the sofa, laying down and closing his eyes. This is your cue to leave. You decide to do something you haven’t done in a long time. The place you have been staying has a porch, just like your old home.

You sit yourself on the steps and look up at the sky. The stars shine bright. You close your eyes as you let the breeze glide by you. You focus on the sounds of leaves rustling and just the sound of the wind blowing by in small rushes.

“Are you okay?” The owner of the voice sits next to you.

Opening your eyes, you turn ton face him. Jimin. You think his question over before you can’t hold it in.

“No.” With that, you break, instantly being pulled in his arms.

“Let it out.” It takes you a moment but you do.

“I’m so stressed, I’m fucking tired. I’m tired of arguing, I’m tired of crying. I’m tired of sneaking around. Jimin I’m so fucking scared. I’ve never felt this scared in a long time.” You feel him stroke your back so you only continue. “I miss Hoseok, nothing, no one has been the same since he left. My feelings are fucked up and I-” You stop yourself there. He pulls away from you, wiping his thumb under both your tear stained eyes.

“First of all, you are the one that’s the strongest here, we have all broke down of the last few weeks, Hoseok would be so proud of you, you know why? He was out best fighter. You move like him, we all spoke about it, you fight exactly like him. I’m scared too, we are all scared, I fear losing anyone else, especially you. But…can you finish that last sentence?” You want to tell him, but you don’t want to admit it. You give him a smile. You tap where your heart beats, then you move and tap his own beating heart.

He looks at you with slight wide eyes before he relaxes.

“Me too…” He whispers. Cupping your cheek, he brings you to his lips. Sealing your unsaid words. He knows. He knows and he accepts it. You move yourself closer to him, moving your lips with his like always, and like always, it felt perfect. As his hand rides up your thigh you deepen your kiss. You want to suggest something but you don’t have the chance. Jimin is pulled from you and you don’t even see where he is gone. You only realise when you hear the thud.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Oh no. You turn. Jimin is on the ground, struggling underneath the dark figure as it tightens its grip around his neck. You shoot up. No no no.

“Yoongi stop!” You panic, running over to both boys. You panic as Jimin struggles, holding onto Yoongi’s hands trying to pull them away from his neck.

“Yoongi you’ll kill him!” He isn’t listening.

“That’s my girlfriend!” Punch.

“You’re disgusting!” Punch.

“You’re meant to be my friend!” Punch.

“How fucking dare you kiss where only I should!” Another punch, you cry at the sight on Jimin’s face slowly becoming covered in blood.

“Yoongi please.” Your voice gets weaker. You’re pushed out the way by Jin, Namjoon following behind him as they both pull Yoongi away from Jimin.

“Why would you do that!” He screams at the boy laying on the floor, trying to stand back up. He only saw you kiss.

“Yoongi…” Jimin tries. Yoongi tries to kick at him but the boys pull him back.

“I told you! I told you once he kne-” Jin starts but doesn’t finish.

“You knew!?” Yoongi screams trying to shake them off. “That wasn’t the first time!?” You’re scared.

“You need to tell him!” Jungkook shouts, shocking you by helping Jimin off the floor.

“You as well! Is this a fucking Joke!” Yoongi looks at you, pure hate in his eyes. “How fucking long!?” He shouts at you. You shake your head. “Tell me!”

“Since the first attack…” Your words are quiet. You know he heard you.

“You little shit!” He breaks free from Jin and Namjoon and for a second you fear he is coming after you, but he turns around and throws himself to Jimin, Jungkook can’t pull him back in time before Yoongi is throwing punches again.

“Stop it…Please.” You only cry more, this shouldn’t have happened. Wonho steps in and pulls Yoongi away, Tae replacing Jungkook and holding Jimin up. He’s completely battered.

“You cheated! With him! I fucking trusted the both of you!” Yoongi is now almost screaming at you.

“All those times you were missing, you were with him, weren’t you?” His voice goes quiet. You can’t answer him. “Please tell me…You didn’t…” You only look at him before the sorrow Is replaced with fury.

“Yoongi no!” Jungkook shouts. But it’s too late. He’s knocked you to the floor. He didn’t hit you, but he pushed you hard enough.

“You fucked him! You wouldn’t have sex with me but you’ve been…I feel sick.” He starts pacing as everyone watched the scene unravel. “When was the last…I don’t want to know.”

“Today…” Jimin mumbles out. Why did he tell him?

“T..Today…” Yoongi stutters. “When did it…”

“A month ago…” Jimin keeps answering him. He’s playing a dangerous game.

“Get away from me.” Yoongi doesn’t look at anyone. He means all of you.

“Bro…” He pushes Jungkook away from him, almost knocking him to the ground.

“You fucking knew! They were fucking behind my back this whole time and you… Both of you!” He looks at both Jungkook and Jin. He begins to back away.

“Where are you going?” Namjoon questions him.

“I don’t want to be a part of this shit anymore.” With that he turns and walks off, not looking back.

“Yoongi!” Namjoon shouts. Before you know it, he has ran inside and is back out, a backpack on his back as he chases the broken man. What have you done?

All eyes are now on you.

“Fucking say it, I’m a whore, I fucked up, I know!” You look at Jimin, you get up off the ground and take a step forward but Jin stops you.

“No. You’ve done enough.” Your heart breaks at his words. You can only watch as Jin Takes Jimin from Tae. Propping him against him as he walks him back inside. For a split second, you make eye contact with Jimin. Your heart hurts for what you’ve caused him. You look away and find yourself walking away from the group.

“Where are you going?” Wonho asks.

“I’d be better alone.” You don’t look back.

“Fuck no.” You hear someone run after you, soon realising its Jungkook.

“Go away.” You spit.

“Look, I fucking hate what you’ve done. You know I’m in love with you, but you clearly don’t feel the same. There is no way I’m leaving you alone, so if it has to be just us again, so be it.” You glance behind you.

“It’s not just us.” You point behind you making Jungkook turn.

“Not being funny but we need to find the other two” I.M speaks.

“We are with you…” Tae next.

“Every group has to split.” Wonho is the last to speak.

“What are we actually doing? Going after Yoongi?” Jungkook questions the boys as he stops you in your tracks, wiping your tears. Why would he still stand by you? You need to talk with him.

“We find Kihyun…” You speak.

“Excuse me.” All four of them say.

“I’m going to kill him.” They all stare at you with shock.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea…” Wonho tries to argue with you.

“I have nothing to lose now…” You mumble to words to yourself, walking away once more, This time with the others by your side.

“We will help you…Always. You fucked up, but you can’t do this alone.” Tae sounds brave. You feel proud of him.

You walk for a few minutes in silence until Jungkook speaks to you.

“Do you love him?” You look at him.

“Who?”

“You know who…” You think his question over. For the first time, you say the words out loud.

“Yeah…I’m in love with him.” Jungkook nods, accepting your answer. Throwing his arm over your shoulder like old times.

“Let’s do this!!!” I.M yells. You all laugh.

Time to get yourselves killed…Probably.

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A/N: Kinda shocked I even wrote smut, was that even smut? Like it was minor but still. (Btw…This doesn’t mean Yoongi X reader is done;) who knows what will happen…)