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Memory Lane ft. Yoongi

Originally posted by allforbts

Drabble game #100: “I adore you.” 

grumpy husband yoongi au aka lots of fluff (mentions of sex)
→ 1.7k words,
part 2

A/N: I recently had a realization that the way my blog is structured doesn’t really give me a great leeway to express my creativity and feels for the members at random. So this is the start to a really short series of drabbles for all of the members in super short (less than 2k) drabbles! To be continued! :) Hope you guys like it. 

more from this au: here, more drabbles: here

“You’ve got a wonderful wife there, son.”

Yoongi gives the elderly man a small smile and nods in agreement, clinking his beer can against his and tipping back the cold liquor into his throats with his eyes trained on you, a feat that happens quite often.

Often Yoongi finds himself just staring at you, in awe of how someone like you ended up with someone like him.

Your friends would describe you as sweet, bubbly, kind, selfless, and bright. His friends would describe you as “the light that shined in Min Yoongi’s horribly dreadful bitch ass life.” And although he always gives them a glare or just brushes their comments off with an eye roll it’s moments like these when he feels like the six dickwads’ words can never be any more accurate.

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advice for incoming high school freshmen

i’ve seen a lot of these posts but none of them really aligned with my experience. so here it is, how to survive freshman year from one of many sophomores in this community. please take everything here with a grain of salt. 

before school starts: 

  • you will not need nearly as many notebooks as you think you do. please, save yourself the time and money and hold off on buying them until you know how many you need. 
  • try not to get stuck in the school’s mindset of what classes you need. for example, most freshmen in my school (on a trimester system) take Bio 1, Chem 1, then Chem 2. i took all of those classes, but i really didn’t need to take bio 1 because i’m planning to complete my bio credits with AP Bio (and also bio is one of my stronger subjects). chem 1 and 2 are the only prerequisites for AP Bio, so what i should have done was drop Bio 1 and take a fine arts class instead to fill up those requirements. tl;dr: play to your strengths and don’t listen to the school when they tell you something is “highly recommended”.
  • if you’re doing a sport, please know when you have to turn in paperwork to play. don’t miss the deadline or put off your physical. 

when school starts: 

  • try not to pack too much in your backpack on the first day. paper, writing utensils, a jacket, water (reusable bottles will save your life), your lunch/money, and your student id!!! (very important) should cut it.
  • take a picture of your schedule on your phone. if you get a map mark where your classes are and take a pic of that too. chances are that flimsy piece of paper dictating your entire day will get torn, crumpled or lost. i’ve seen people say it looks horribly freshman-like if you carry around your schedule all day, if that’s a thing you worry about. 
  • if you get a class you don’t like (that’s not a required class), switch out of it asap. don’t try and suffer through it for the credits. it will suck. 
  • it’s not a big deal if you need to drop or raise a level. do what’s best for your gpa. don’t feel horribly inferior if there are freshmen taking 2 APs when you’re taking none (like me) because they probably took classes over the summer. they’re not geniuses, i promise.
  • PLEASE, try not to carry too much stuff in your backpack. at my school we don’t have lockers and my shoulders suffered because i thought i could bring a 1L bottle, three reading books, my thick jacket, and two large pencil case along with all my school stuff. 
  • YOUR SCHOOL ID IS YOUR LIFELINE. try your best not to lose it, and if you do, replace it as soon as possible. 
  • if you have the extra money, buying two sets of pe clothes is incredibly helpful. trust me on this. 
  • don’t stress too much, it’s really not as bad as it seems.

once school is well underway:

  • don’t freak out if you do badly on a test. one of my friends got a d on her midterm and ended up having an a in the class. you’ll have time to pull it up. 
  • at the same time, don’t slack either. people say freshman grades aren’t that important, especially if you show improvement in later years, but don’t let your grades go to the dogs. freshman year is the time to build good habits, and colleges really like to see unweighted 4.0s (or so i’ve heard)
  • be nice to your teachers. even if they’re demon spawn. my friend had a much nicer time than i did with our hellish english teacher simply because she talked to her a lot while i barely spoke at all. if your teachers like you they might be more willing to round your grade up or give you extra credit work. 
  • do your best to always be prepared and have your stuff with you. it’s not fun having to ask around for stuff. 
  • join some clubs. it helps with meeting new people and finding things you love. if they have competitions, it doesn’t look bad on your resume if you win any. 
  • if your school offers the PSAT to freshmen, take it. it’s a good way to look at where you are versus where you want to be come junior year when you’re eligible for the NMSQT. 
  • volunteer! get those hours in when you still have time. weekends are great if you aren’t too busy then. 
  • try to have the phone number of at least one person in each of your classes. group chats are also great, because people aren’t online all the time and you can ask a bunch of people for help all at once. don’t let them distract you, though. a lot of my group chats like to wander off topic and talk about other things. 

when studying: 

  • homework is gonna take a lot longer than it did in middle school. utilize the time you have effectively and do what it takes to make sure you’re ready to get to work. for example, one of my friends would always nap right after school for a few hours, and then do her homework later. i usually grab a snack and go on my phone for a few minutes to revitalize. 
  • if you have time during school, try doing your homework then. you’ll still be in the school mindset and people will be around for you to ask for help. 
  • try not to stay up past midnight. you really won’t need to, and you’ll be glad for the extra sleep. if you have to choose between finishing a small math assignment or going to sleep early for a test tomorrow, take the hit for the assignment and get some sleep. 

people and relationships: 

  • dating in freshman year tends to be quite ephemeral. if you don’t, good for you. no one will judge you. if you do, good for you. don’t prioritize it though, and be prepared for your friends to constantly tease you about it. 
  • don’t date people older than you, especially seniors. i know this has been said a thousand times, but for good reason. please. do not. 
  • making friends with people in higher grades is always a good thing, though! in my experience, juniors love freshmen and are probably the easiest to make friends with. they’re really good if you need some advice and you don’t have to worry about them leaving next year. seniors will honestly not care about you unless you see them often. sophomores have a reputation of bullying freshmen (at least in my school), but a lot of them are nice and will be in some of your classes. 
  • for me, high school actually had more drama than middle school. don’t be afraid to drop friends and don’t be worried if you lose any; you’ll make better ones later. 
  • a lot of the kids in my middle school went to a different high school, so i was basically starting from Ground Zero regarding friends. don’t be too concerned if you don’t click with people right away; i found most of my current friends during the second and third trimesters. 

other stuff:

  • bring a charger or a power bank to school if you know you’re gonna need it. you’ll be able to charge your phone during class (if your teacher is ok with it) and if you ask around for one chances are you won’t get it. 
  • bring snacks. most teachers are pretty chill about you snacking during class, and it’s better to have your own stuff than mooch off your friends.
  • the rules are more flexible. you can use your phone in class depending on the teacher, they even let you listen to music while they’re teaching if you have earbuds. 
  • go to the dances if you want. i didn’t go to any because i’m lazy and also i like to spend my money on other things, but a lot of my friends consider it an important part of the high school experience. football games can be fun too, even if you don’t like football (like me). there’ll be band and cheer and dance if you’re into that, and you can also hang out with your friends (the ones from the school your school is playing too!) and eat really unhealthy snacks. same with pep rallies, except no food. 
  • if your school has a newsletter or weekly news videos, pay attention to them. they usually have important information on where new clubs are meeting, spirit weeks, deadlines, events, etc. 
  • everyone is really spirited the first month or so and then after that they don’t care. follow their lead. 
  • talk to your teachers if you need help. they’ll do their best to work something out for you. 
  • there’s gonna be that one person who thinks the world revolves around them and gets on your nerves. chances are everyone else hates them too. be nice to them, but don’t hang around them. 
  • you’re not alone. everyone else is just as worried as you. have fun, and don’t sweat it. 

“OW!” I yelled at Carbonated Beverage. We have the same looks, I guess. I have his beautiful, majestic shiny sun-kissed natural-highlighted sandy — not like Sandy, I hate her because she’s so horrible — blonde brown-ish long hair. “Did you really have to splash water on me? I was gettin’ up, anyways!”

“I’m sorry,” Carbonated Beverage sang in response. “I love you so much you’re such a good sister you should come to the dx today I miss you hahaha you’re so cool and the gang loves to be aaround you1!1”

“hahaha totally!” I pulled on my cowboy boots. They matched my skinny jeans and tank top perfectly. And my leather jacket — duh, I’m a greaser — looked oh-so prefect with it1!

I don’t put on much for makeup because I don’t need any I’m so pretty. I’m not like the other greaser girls who wear all that makeup. But somehow everyone in my brother’s gang loves me!

“Ivory Diamond Ponygirl Sparkle Curtis!” Darry, my older brother called. “Come on and laugh and enjoy this breakfast I made or else I’ll hit you too because I’m so mean but when I’m not working 2,3493 hour shifts I find it in my heart to care about you!”

In the kitchen, I find Two-Bit, Johnny, and iwefisfsbbsuhf DALLAS. He’s this sexual magnet of a teenager that attracts me because he;s so aofdangerous and I’m soosdfj not! “H-Hi Dally.”

“Hey sweetheart dollface,” he said and I proceeded to blush so much. I’m really ugly in my opinion but everyone calls me pretty I hope Dally likes me.

Johnny is like my brother. He’s so little and fragile and I totally love friend-zoning him as my best friend!

But none of this matters, because my boyfriend is going to pick me up soon. And no — I didn’t change the tense of this story eight times!

“Bye friends and family! Two-Bit, you’re so funny! Steve, wash your face the cake I bake especially for you is all over youu!”

~O~o~“` time skip ” o~O~~

“What’s that, Ivory Diamond Ponygirl Sparkle Dakota Elaine Pearl Sierra Lavendar Curtis?!” I knew it was bad because he used my middle names and my last name.

“What is it, Darry?” I said innocently and tried to cover my makeup-covered bruise. I knew it didn’t cover well!1!! He removed my hand and gasped so loud that Coca-Cola woke up!!.

“It was your horrible hood boyfriend I’ve never, ever met, right?” Darry was so angry I tried to calm him down but it wouldn’t work ! “THat little loser —”

“I’m motherfucking dfucking dicksucking-ass here!! I am ready to fucck shit up because I am DaLLAs Winston, the *ugly in books yikes but then again pony was unreliable narrator thank you fandom* unresistable bad boi that’s always  motherfucking there for your fucking motherfucking ass, dollface babycheeks!”;al

SUDDENLY DALLAS APPEARED. Where did he come from? I thought he was banging Sylvia that cheating slut who sleeps with everyone! Woah! They must be broken up again.

“OH DALLAS!” I, skinny beautiful long haired Ivory Diamond Ponygirl Sparkle Dakota Elaine Pearl Sierra Lavendar — shit, I forgot Ros(i)e – Curtis, cried and leaped into his arms.

“Hey, baby –” he suddenly changed his personality for me — “I’m gonna beat the shit out of that guy! I knew he didn’t deserve you! nOT Like I do! let’s clean you up and possibly makeout, okay??”

Suddenly I so loved. More than I’ve ever felt in my lifetime!11!

A/N: hey guys so sorry I didn’t update for six and a half months but here it is! I hope you guys like it! Guess what happens next chapter? I’m gonna give a super big hint, okay? And if I don’t get 5464 reads or follows I won’t write anymore!! How do you feel about Ivory Diamond Ponygirl Sparkle Dakota Pear Sierra Rosie Lavendar being assaulted — physically and/or sexually — and/or getting pregnant at sixteen?? dally would make a good father!! socs love jumping girls!! they’re so mean like Cherry!

Save or Break

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Matt (OC)

Warnings: Lots of angst, language, mentions of death

Word count: 1482

Summary: Dean thinks the reader left him for someone else but is that the real reason?

A/N: This fic is for my newly introduced “songfic friday”. Song inspiration for this one was “Breakeven” by The Script.

Originally posted by bittercasblogger

“Sometimes the strongest among us are the ones who smile through silent pain, cry behind closed doors, and fight battles nobody knows about.” -Unknown

Dean’s loud voice, thick with anger and despair filled your ears as you threw your clothes haphazardly into your suitcase.

“What do you think you’re doing Y/N? You’re going to bail out on me and Sammy just like that? After everything we have went through you’re going to call it quits? Because of what? Is it me? Did I do something wrong?”

Hearing his words brought tears to your eyes. You were seconds away from breaking his heart but you had to do this. You did not have another choice, not after what you had found out a while ago. Your hands were shaking; you stopped what you were doing and took a deep breath. Turning towards your soon to be ex-boyfriend, you looked into his eyes. He stopped with his wild gestures, his chest heaving from all the anger and frustration.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and started to speak, trying to sound as cold as possible. “I can’t do this anymore Dean. I don’t want to. Yes, I quit. I’m leaving you. This was never the life I imagined for myself. I want more, okay? And you can’t give me more Dean. I’m sorry.”

His arms dropped dead to his sides. His mouth fell slightly open and a shocked expression spread across his face as he stared at you, letting your words sink in. “You’re… What? Why? I thought… I mean we talked about this. You never wanted more. What changed?”

You could see in his slumped shoulders and teary eyes how much you had hurt him. ”I have to do this,” you kept telling yourself in your mind.

“I-I don’t know Dean, okay? I simply changed my mind. I want to get married and have kids and I want to come home to something that is not as broken as what we have. Let me go Dean. I’m done. Let me be happy.” 

You continued to pack the last pieces of clothing and zipped your suitcase; you didn’t have the courage to look him in the eyes right now. The guilt you felt when doing so made you question your decision but there was no going back now.

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Sutures and Stitches [m] Pt. 2

→ Genre: Angst, action, fluff, mature (mentions of blood, wounds, medical jargon) (smut in future chapters)

→ Jeongguk/Reader

→ 3.2k words

Summary: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart. 

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

“You’re seriously sitting here scared of a tiny needle when you have a goddamn 9mm bullet embedded in your proximal deltoid muscle?!” He grinned, “Old habits die hard. And damn, I could get used to how hot you are with med words.”

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Work Comes Home - Part 8

Summary: You work for the company that publishes Hamilton: The Revolution.

Words: Approx. 6100

Author’s Note: Thanks to everyone who read this over (@ourforgottenboleros​, @secretschuylersister​, @letsgiggletogether​: your enthusiasm and excitement honestly helps me to write this. @iwrotemywayto-revolution​ THANK YOU for fixing my horrible grammar - you’re amazing.) Let me know if there’s any little mistakes, I can go in and fix later <3

Disclaimer: I’m sorry for any pain, there’s a few more parts left in this story so please stay with me. Feel free to yell at me all you like because I UNDERSTAND. Again, the timeline is definitely a little weird and artistic liberties were obviously taken in reference to the publishing industry. 

Warnings: Angst, maybe swearing

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anonymous asked:

Can you write an one shot with domestic fluff between Saeyoung, Saeran and MC? (And SaeyoungxMC!) I love your writing! :3

Thank you so much! Sorry it took so long, but here you go~ This one-shot may or may not be loosely based on something that happened to me in real life. Hehe…anywho, I hope you enjoy! 

Spoilers: Set after Secret Ends

Six spindly legs. That’s what got her cornered behind the bathroom door at 2:36 AM. It wasn’t the fact that it was nearly three inches long with huge black wings. It wasn’t even the ominous droning that buzzed past her ears as it flew. Nope. Those crooked little sticks jutting from the sides of the black insect convinced MC that some mutated experiment got loose from a lab somewhere.

And of course, it had decided to sit exactly five inches away from the doorknob to the bedroom. With trembling fingers, she pulled out her phone. Saeyoung was probably still awake, working in his office. He could help.

MC’s eyes never left the wretched beast as she attempted to press her husband’s number.

“Uh, hello?” said a voice that definitely wasn’t Saeyoung’s.

“Saeran?” she stammered, her gaze still fixated on the bug. Her stomach writhed when it skittered closer to the knob. “Sorry. I was trying to call Saeyoung, and I must’ve dialed your number–”

Her sentence morphed into a shriek as the bug shot past her into the bathroom before returning to it’s place on the bedroom door. MC whimpered and rubbed her ear, the echoes of it’s wings still reverberating through her skull.

“What happened? Where are you?” Saeran demanded. A mixture of embarrassment and guilt flooded her face with heat at his worried tone. Especially since real, life-threatening danger was a reality for them at one point.

“I’m by the bathroom,” she replied, lowering her voice lest she disturb the flying mutation again. “Don’t worry about it. I–”

The line dropped, and the thud of footsteps traveled down the hall. Saeran appeared a few moments later, still in his plain pajama pants and t-shirt. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his eyes darted about the room, as if looking for an intruder. MC felt really horrible now.  

“What’s going on?” Saeran asked, finally turning to MC.

She chuckled nervously, gesturing to the door. He followed her gaze, squinting in the dim light. “I don’t see anything.”

He reached out for the light switch before MC could warn him. The bug dashed away from it’s spot and swooped towards Saeran, it’s wings emitting that horrible sound again. What MC didn’t expect was the undignified yelp that came from Saeran’s mouth before he shoved her back and entered the bathroom with her.

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How do I tell you I love you?

My first h2ovanoss, be gentle with me please!

Relationships: main- h2ovanoss, side- ohmtoonz

Words: 7,220

It’s Luke’s fault, really, it is.

Jon prides himself on being a good friend, the best pal anyone can ask for (although some might argue he’s terrible at listening and his imagination gets people into trouble more times than it should be possible to experience in someone’s lifetime- and that’s only coming from Marcel), but his shoulder is always available for a good cry and he would gladly go pick you up at 4 in the morning if asked to.

So, it’s with a horrible and sickening feeling, truly, it is, to have to say no to Luke when his friend asks him for a really fucking important favor.

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Party girl (Zach Dempsey x Reader)

“I’m here!” You screamed while going through the front door.

Your friend Jessica was throwing a party at her house and you decided to come early so you could help her. You walked to the living room where she was sitting on the couch, you put your bag where your clothes for the party were on the floor and jumped on Jess. 

“I’ve missed you, summer without you was boring.” She said while hugging you. You got off of her and sat next to her. “Sooo, how was Europe?” Jess asked excited. 

“I missed you too! And it was great, you would’ve loved it there.” You told her everything about your trip, showed her pictures and gave her souvenirs you bought for her. 

 After that you two began decorating for the party. When you were finished with the food you went to the living room and put some music. Jess was somewhere and you couldn’t resist but sing and dance. You took your hairbrush that was in your bag and used it as a microphone. You probably looked like an idiot but you didn’t care, nobody was here except for Jess. Plus, your dance moves weren’t that bad, you kinda looked like a walrus though… 

I’m a wandress 

I’m a one night stand 

Don’t belong to no city 

Don’t belong to no man 

I’m the violence in the pouring rain 

I’m a hurricane 

 "I’M A HURRICAAAANE!“ That wasn’t even singing it was just a strident voice screaming.

Little did you know that Zach and Justin came early to help Jess as well. Seeing you dancing like it was your last time dancing on earth just made them laugh, it was funny indeed.

The next song playing was “I can’t dance” by Genesis. It was appropriate to the weird moves you made. 


“INDEED YOU CAN’T” The sweet sound of Jess’s voice screamed through the room. You turned around, flipping your flawless hair just to see the two boys smiling like idiots. 

 "I- Oh… Umm.. Well.“ You began and threw your hairbrush away. "That’s embarrassing. ” You laughed nervously. 

“That was quite a show. Nice dance moves.” Justin told you while laughing. 

“Thanks, I trained a lot.” You tried to hide your embarrassment behind sarcasm. You looked at Zach who didn’t say anything, well now you have probably zero chances with your crush. 

 "Are you guys just gonna stand here or are you actually gonna help me?“ Jess asked with furrowed eyebrows.

When everything was finally ready, you went up with your bag and changed in the bathroom. You fixed your make-up and then went downstrairs where the party already began. 

Everyone from school was here, you said hi to Clay, Hannah, Jeff and other friends of yours. You took a red cup filled with beer and decided to go outside, some were playing beer pong, some danced, and others just talked. You saw Zach talking with Sheri, they laughed and seemed to have fun. You weren’t jealous, pfff no, why would you be? Sheri never mentioned any liking for the school’s best basketball player, and she knows you have a crush on him. 

What are they laughing at? What if he’s making fun of my horrible dancing and even more horrible singing? You thought. You drank your beer and took another cup.

“Don’t drink too much or else you’ll be spending the night in the bathroom.” Sheri said and laughed.

“Yeah I don’t want that to happen…” After saying that it was silent, not totally because there was music and people talking obviously, but neither one of you two said anything. “I’m gonna go there.” You told her pointing the living room. “And I am going to dance so… See you later.” 

That was the most awkward conversation you had with her. Anyway, you made your way into the room where most of the Liberty High students were dancing. Thanks to Tony the music was good and you actually didn’t dance that bad.

Almost half an hour passed and you were still dancing, you took a break and fell on the couch next to Zach, he looked amused.

“For a minute I thought the French took away your dancing skills.” He laughed and so did you. “Don’t worry, what happens here stays here.” He said reffering to your before the party dance moves.

“Did I really look like a suffocating seal though ?” 

“Well, it was more like a dying whale.” You looked at each other and laughed so hard everyone was looking at you. “But you do have the laugh of suffocating seal.” You looked at him with wide eyes, was that supposed to be a compliment ? “It’s cute, I like it.” 

“You’re the only one who likes it then.” You replied and smiled. The first words of Solo Dance echoed through the walls. “I love this song, come dance with me!” You told Zach and grabbed him by the arm. 

In the middle of the crowd you danced like nobody was watching. Zach was smiling and tried to keep it up with your moves.

Just wanna dance dance dance

Dance dance dance

When the song was over you couldn’t breathe anymore, but it was worth it. You went to the kitchen with Zach to drink some water. You were the only ones in the room, it was pretty calm. 

“So.” You said and put your glass in the sink. “How was your summer?” You asked him.

“It was fun, yours?” 

“Good.” Silence filled the room. “I saw a basketball game in Italy, they weren’t as good as you. I mean, who can be better than The Zachary Dempsey.” You smiled at him, he didn’t say anything and just looked at you. 

“I really missed you.” Was the only thing he said before kissing you.

You were in shock, what is happening? When you finally realised that his lips were locked with yours you kissed him back. His hands were on your hips and yours were attached to his neck. Your kiss was deep and passionate.

“I think I-” Began Jess but stopped when she saw Zach and you kissing. “FINALLY!” She screamed and you felt your cheeks burn. You separate yourself from Zach. “Anyway, um, I am going to let you guys alone.” She smiled and winked at you before leaving the kitchen.

You looked up at Zach, his cheeks were as red as yours. He gave you a small smile that you gave back, it was kinda awkward. But before you could say anything he kissed you again.

That was a party you would never forget.

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!! WARNING !!    This Indicates themes of rape, so please DO NOT READ FURTHER if you are UNCOMFORTABLE with topics such as these. Sending love, protection and happiness <3

Anonymous said: hi, so i really liked the past violent relationship reaction taht you wrote, and i was wondering if you could do something similar, but instead your first time (with sex) not being consensual. my past boyfriend too my virginity without my consent, and i would really love it if you could do a bts reaction pls. if not i understand after all it is a sensitive topic. i will still love you and continue to follow you. :)

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A/N again, please only read if you are comfortable with reading on. Much love <3



This would be brought up when you two had those late nights where you were just talking in bed, holding one another in your arms. You would have been wanting to tell him for a while, but never really knew how to bring up such a difficult topic. So eventually you just decided to go for it, and spilled out those dreaded five words ‘My first time wasn’t consensual.’ He would tense up, you could feel it underneath you, but you wanted to get the story out, so you continued talking about that horrible night when your boyfriend took your innocents. He would be an exceptional listener. He wouldn’t interrupt you, and would tighten his hold on you at those key moments where he could only imagine how terrified you were. Afterwards he would kiss your forehead and remind you that none of it was your fault and that he loved you regardless. The rest of the night his hold on you would be strong and firm as you both fell into a comforting sleep listening to one another’s heartbeat.

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You would be sharing your deepest secrets with one another while cuddling on the couch while eating a snack that he had made for you both. You would be leaning your head on his shoulder, playing with your fingers when you spoke about your worst and most feared secret. He would wrap an arm around you, becoming concerned for you. He would listen intently, but at the end he would ask necessary questions, not wanting to pry, but wanting to make sure that you are safe and cared for. But he would be incredibly proud that you had made it out of something like that and are still the bright and caring person he fell in love with today.

Jin: “Did you tell the police?”

Jin: “Did you lose contact with him?”

Jin: “You haven’t heard from him since then, right?”

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You would both be out when you saw your ex in a book store. You would find Yoongi who was looking through books and would ask him quietly if you could leave. Sensing your discomfort and urgency he would follow you out the door of the book store without question. After finding a nice park, you two would sit down on a bench and he would ask what happened. You would hesitate, but eventually explain to him how your ex took your first time without consent. This would be one of those rare moments where Yoongi would show you skinship. He wasn’t one to show much affection, and so his hugs and hand holds meant a lot to you. He would feel there is a deeper connection with you knowing you had a broken past, slightly like his own. He would feel horrible though, that such a bright person like you had to go through that, and he would become much more tender towards you. It wouldn’t be noticeable to you or others, but he would find himself doing things towards you with much more love and affection and meaning than he did before. Like holding your hand under the table when out to a business dinner, or even in the smallest things, like you would say you need some water during movie night, and Yoongi would stand and say he needed some too, so he would get it for you, when in actuality he didn’t need water. It hurt him to know what you had been through, and therefore he would make it his mission to give you the exact opposite of what your previous relationship had been.

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You would be sitting on your bed looking through an old photo album with J-Hope. He had asked to see what you were like in middle school and younger. However, there were pictures of your early high school days, and that was when you were with your now ex boyfriend. J-Hope pointed to the picture of you, your friends and your ex that was sitting next to you with his arm around your shoulders. J-Hope decided to joke about it and smiled, and asked, “Ah, who’s that? Your high school crush?” He laughed, looking to you with a huge smile. You tried to smile back and simply shrug it off, simply saying, “No, that was my boyfriend.” You would close the photo album, deciding that you wanted to end that conversation. However, J-Hope would sense your change in mood and gently hold onto your wrist and pull you back down next to him when you tried to walk away. “Hey, what’s going on? You okay? Did I say something?” You would hesitate, and so J-Hope would speak up again. “Talk to me Jagi.” You would give in when you saw the love and concern shining in his eyes. You would explain the horrid thing your ex had done, and for the first time, J-Hope wouldn’t have anything to say. His bright smile fading and his heart aching at what he was hearing. He wouldn’t know what to say, not wanting to bring back your memories, worried it would hurt you more, and also not wanting to say anything that might be wrong or mistaken as insensitive. He would simply pull you in for a big warm hug while he strokes the back of your head, whispering sweet and comforting words.

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You would be play fighting with Jimin on the couch, he wanted to watch something, but you wanted to watch a different show, so in attempt to get the remote, a play fight had broken loose. He would have his hand on your hip while pinning you to the couch underneath him while you stretched your hand above your head while holding the remote and Jimin tried to reach it while leaning over you. His hand would have accidentally pushed up your shirt, right where you had a scar from your ex when he was forcefully taking your innocents on the horrid day. He wouldn’t have noticed but you would have, and would be distracted with trying to push your shirt back down, and with that Jimin got the remote. “Ah, sorry about your shirt…” He would blush and reach down to pull it back down for you, but in the process seeing the two inch long scar along your hip. “Where’d that come from?” He’d ask, thinking it was something innocent like falling off a bike, not what you were about to explain. You would decide that sooner or later he would need to know, so, taking the chance, you spoke about it. After hearing what you had gone through Jimin would pull you in for a hug, to show you that despite your dark past, he still loved you with every inch of his heart. But he would also pull you in for a hug because he wouldn’t want you to see the anger that was etched into his facial features. He was generally a happy and kind person, but hearing what you had gone through he would have pure red-hot anger and hatred for your ex. He would spend the rest of the day keeping you by his side and tending to your every need, filled with the sudden need for you to know how much he loves you.

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You would be playing a truth game with Tae, before bed, this being a routine that he had come up with, wanting to know everything about you down to the most random things, that was how much he loved and cherished you. He would have asked about your relationship with your first boyfriend, and a dark silence would have followed. “Y/N?” He would have called out, turning to look at you, thinking you might have fallen asleep, but seeing as you hadn’t he would ask what was wrong. You would admit that your ex had hurt you, and so it was a painful memory. “I’m sorry Y/N. You don’t need to tell me… If you don’t want to. I’ll understand-” “No Tae, you told me about your past, I want you to know mine… But it’s not the pettiest.” You admit. Tae would give you a reassuring smile. “None of us have clean cut pasts, that’s the beauty of humans.” He replies, and you know right then, you fall even more in love with him. You open your mouth, and the words tumble out. You start with the beginning of that nightmare of a day, all the way until the next morning when you left your ex’s house crying your eyes out. When you’re done, you finally raise your eyes to see Tae watching you with a blank expression. “Is he in jail?” He would ask, monotone, a voice that sends chills down your spine. “N-no… He’s not. I’ve never told anyone the story until now.” “Tomorrow, I want to take you to the police station and you’ll tell them. He needs to be locked up.” You shake your head. “Tae, that was years ago, I don’t even know where he lives.” “I don’t care, I’m not gonna stop until he’s found, I’ll even use the fans for help if I need to. You know what they’re capable of? I bet in two hours if I were to ask them to find your ex they would have found him. With Army out there looking for him, he wouldn’t be safe.” He speaks giving you a devious smirk. You don’t know whether to be appreciative or worried. But all you do know is that you’re glad he was the first one to know and accept your past. “Let’s start with the police okay? We don’t need a man hunt all over Korea. That’ll just get your fans in trouble.”

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You would be baking with Kookie when suddenly something reminds you of your ex. You freeze in while in the motion of stirring the cookie dough. You wouldn’t know how many seconds would pass until Kookie comes up next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N?” You would snap out of your daydream and continue stirring, telling him it’s nothing. However, though you two haven’t been together long, he would know something was up. He would take the bowl and spoon from your hands gentle, asking you to tell him what happened. You wouldn’t want to scare him away, but you knew how stubborn he was, especially when it came to you holding things back from him. So you would open your mouth and explain to him your recent past, considering you were a year younger than him, and were dating your ex just last year. After you explain to him of your memories, Kookie would simply stand there in silence before smiling softly at you and brushing a stand of hair from your face. “I’m sorry you went through that Y/N, but I’m really thankful you told me.” He would explain how he’s nothing like your ex, and would then take precautions when around you. He would make sure that his movements and actions towards you, whether physically or emotionally, wouldn’t remind you of your ex, wanting you to feel safe around him.

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What A Difference A Few Hours Makes

The pictures above were all taken on Tuesday. I was feeling great after recently seeing my girlfriends on Sunday and having a blast at a friend’s going away party. My work was going well and I was also looking forward to spending time in the evening with some friends. We went out to Mod Pizza and I had my favorite gluten free and dairy free pizza. Then, we all saw Ingrid Goes West starring Aubrey Plaza (I freaking love her). I was wearing a dress I had been meaning to wear for a long time and I felt very confident in it. 

Move ahead to much later in the evening and I am unable to sleep and bawling my eyes out into nearly a full box of tissues. What was wrong? Well, it all has to do with stress building up that I had not really had a chance to process. 

I spent part of the same afternoon walking the halls at the office in that wonderful dress while trying to talk with the surgeon’s office regarding my surgery. There were people walking by every now and then and I was trying to be discreet about what they were hearing.. eventually I did find a conference room to sort something out with the Surgeon’s office staff. It is was so stressful. If I wasn’t asking the right questions.. they would have royally screwed something up. Thankfully I cleared up the issue and things are back on track. I just wanted to cry right then and there, but of course it was the middle of the work afternoon so I just put on a brave face and went about my day. The dinner and movie were great and I felt a lot better. I came home though to some paperwork I had to fill out for my surgery date to be set in stone. It was a very detailed list of risks, possible permanent damage and of course possible death that I needed to initial and sign to cover the surgeon’s butt in case of a bad outcome. 

It is terrifying. It is not the first time I have been over this list of risks. This has all been carefully considered and discussed multiple times with professional consultation. It was simply time to let the stress of it all out. I am scared. I am horribly scared. I am healthier and happier than I have ever been in my life and I am in a matter of a few short months going to subject myself to something that could alter my life in horrible ways.. and yet.. there is simply no possible way that I will be turning away from this decision. That is why I was crying so hard.. the fact that for me there really is no choice. Knowing that so definitively and with so much conviction just brought back years upon years of pain as I reminded myself why I KNOW this is what I must do. 

As I was weeping, I was crying for my kids in the unlikely event that I am no longer here in 3 months due to possible complications from the surgery. I was crying for all that my kids had been through as a result of a divorce I did not want. I was crying for all that I had been through in the past 4 years. I was crying for all of you out there that have faced this same thing or actually HOPE to get to this point someday. I was crying because I knew that on Thursday (now tomorrow) that I need to go for yet another 4 hour electrolysis appointment for surgery prep. This is a repeat appointment and the last one subjected me to 22 shots in my groin area, all so that the electrolysis could proceed quickly and painlessly. That alone is amazingly scary and difficult to prepare for, yet I will get in my car tomorrow and drive myself there and then drive myself home to care for myself when it is complete. 

I am tired. My eyes are still puffy a day later and I want to only rest. I want to curl up next to someone that loves me and just makes all of the pain and stress go away, but I am facing this mostly on my own. Friends and family can try to understand and offer sympathy, but only you out there.. my transgender friends know what this truly feels like.. the voluntary walk toward certain pain and certain torture all for the hope of finally being free to be who we are in mind and fully in body(well as near as we can get). 

So.. please forgive me as I take this moment to share my pain, stress, and my fear, as I let the what-ifs take me out of commission for a brief period. However, I plan to continue to show you all how this pain, this battle, is so worth fighting.. and how the fear can be conquered and the pain can be minimized into non-existence.

I will be okay. I am Ariana Danielle Wojcik and soon my body will finally more properly house my soul. 


p.s. please continue to distribute my earlier post about raising money to help cover the cost of my surgery.. here is the link.. 


Love Triumphs Chapter 7: Ruthless

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1150 Words

Chapter Summary: After all the hateful words, you aren’t sure what’s going to happen.

Story Summary:  AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

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It was hard getting up for work that next morning. After a mostly sleepless night, you had woken up before your alarm clock, seeing more notifications and even a couple of text messages. Wanting nothing more than to ignore them, you at least checked the text messages, seeing a couple from Jared, and one from your boss. Jared was concerned about you, needing to talk to you, while your boss was expecting a meeting as soon as you got to the lot.

Sighing, you rubbed your hand over your face. Today was going to be a horrible day, you just knew it, and the horrible things you had read last night kept running through your mind. People had been ruthless, mainly towards you, even though a couple had gone after Jared as well. Insults about going after an older man, about using him to further your career. You had been called everything from a gold digger to a slut, even a home breaker. You had always considered yourself a nice girl, one who was kind and cared about others. Having people say these things about you was hard to take, and you weren’t sure what you were going to do.

Slipping out of bed, you slipped on a pair of leggings, along with a sweatshirt. Throwing your hair up in a messy bun, you knew it didn’t matter. Make up would fix you up before you had to do any lines. If you had to do any lines, considering they might end your contract due to the negative publicity.

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  • this boy
  • so cool, like in the calm and serene way
  • it could be the hottest part of a desert but just being around him makes you feel cooled off
  • but like that’s only on the outside
  • his inner self is a super goofball
  • not on seungcheol’s level, but he’s up there
  • for example, he’ll be on his way for a meeting with some great important person. and he’ll just be mindlessly doodling or looking out the window
  • and when he looks out the window his driver sometimes thinks that he’s thinking about the future or some deep stuff
  • nope
  • he thinking about how good it would be to have some fried chicken right about now
  • because let’s be honest, we all need a constant supply of fried chicken
  • anyway, he’s a goofball, but only when he’s comfortable around people
  • otherwise he’ll just be silent and cool, reading his books and stuff
  • secretly thinking about chicken
  • okay, moving on from chicken
  • one day, wonwoo’s parents decide that it’s a good idea to paint a portrait of the crown prince, like all other crown princes before him
  • sooooooo they hire the best artist they could find in their kingdom
  • enter you, dear reader, best artist in the kingdom
  • you normally stay in your apartment on the outskirts of a nearby city, painting to your heart’s content.
  • when you get the message that you will be painting the crown prince, your heart skips many beat
  • you’re extremely happy, do not get me wrong, like for the first ten minutes you’re bouncing around and screaming like a madwoman
  • but then the anxiety sets in
  • like holy crap you’re painting the prince
  • what if you mess it up
  • what if you accidentally make his nose too big?
  • what IFFFFF
  • you spend the next five hours worrying about how much you might fail
  • then you realize that it’s pretty pointless to worry.
  • you still do anyway.
  • but you go to the palace anyway
  • because you can’t deny the prince or his family
  • you stumble in with your paints and palette and brushes
  • you brush a stray lock of hair out of your face
  • apologize for making them wait even though you’re perfectly on time
  • you take a look at the prince
  • wonwoo looks at you
  • and he just smiles
  • and you immediately feel a little calmer than you once did
  • he’s just sitting there on a stool waiting for you
  • “sit down, please, and set everything up,” he says as he stands up
  • you nod nervously and smile
  • you get everything set up and wonwoo walks over to your station, just watching everything being set up by your graceful and precise hands
  • his father told him just to wait to be painted, but he can’t help himself
  • he looks at all the different brushes
  • “whats all this?” he asks, honestly curious
  • you look up at him, surprised
  • he takes half a step back and smiles
  • “sorry, i’ve never seen tools like this before,” he says with a grin
  • you chuckle in surprise
  • “what? not even a paintbrush?” you ask
  • he laughs and you feel butterflies breackdancing minghaoing in your stomach
  • “no i’ve seen paintbrushes, just not this many different kinds,” he admitted, picking up a fan brush and stroking the bristles
  • you take the brush back and start mega info dumping about the brushes and different paints you brought with you
  • he just listens and kinda gently messes around with the mustache
  • “It looks like mustache,” he murmured, grinning
  • you roll your eyes,
  • when you’re finished, you look at Wonwoo
  • “so what are you going to do to paint me?” he asks gently
  • you take a look at the portraits of Wonwoo’s predecessors, all perfect oils and look refined and regal
  • you slowly wince, because you don’t think you can see Wonwoo as this way all the time
  • “i don’t know, maybe i’ll just paint you like your father was painted,” you sighed, and Wonwoo looked at his fathers painting as well
  • “paint me how you think i should be,” he said steadfastly, turning to smile at you
  • you feel your cheeks get warm but you nod, getting everything set up
  • for the next couple weeks you come in and paint Wonwoo while talking to him, making jokes and general smiling at each other
  • it’s all amazing
  • you take breaks and then wonwoo brings you to see his garden
  • and he’s just a goofy bean
  • and you can’t help but chuckle and do quick sketches of him
  • you find out more about each other, and about how clumsy both of you can be
  • but it all goes to heck one day
  • you’re in the middle of painting him when his father
  • the KING
  • comes in to see what you’re doing today
  • he sees so many colors and his son smiling in the painting
  • he just stops for a moment
  • the room is dead silent
  • you just stare in horror as disgust burns in his eyes at the painting
  • wonwoo is the first to speak
  • “father-”
  • “don’t try,” the king sneers, turning to wonwoo
  • fear is plastered on wonwoo’s face
  • “you’re my only heir, wonwoo. you carry our legacy.” he starts to speak, slowly and coldly
  • his voice is a frozen wasteland
  • “I expect you to act as such,” he continues, lecturing wonwoo
  • he turns to you
  • “please redo the painting in a more dignified manner.” he tells you before leaving
  • both you and wonwoo release a slow breath you didn’t realize you were holding
  • you looked at wonwoo
  • he looks at you
  • you can’t bear to hold his gaze
  • “i think i should go home for today,” you murmur
  • wonwoo opens his mouth to stop you but you’re already starting to pack up and leave
  • he does nothing to stop you
  • you leave the castle grounds and head back to your home
  • you fall on you bed and just stare at your wall for a very long time before you realize you were crying
  • you wipe your tears and stare at the portrait that the king hated so much
  • all you could see was the prince smiling at you, like he had just finished laughing at one of your jokes
  • it was almost taunting you
  • it confounded you
  • it really made you kinda PISSED
  • how could something this beautiful make the king so angry
  • needless to say you did not return to the castle for a very long time
  • weeks passed
  • wonwoo missed you more and more with each day
  • it was driving him crazy how much he missed you
  • even some minister’s mustache reminded him of you
  • the king noticed wonwoo growing more and more grumpy
  • he had sent letters to you, and wonwoo did too
  • but they all ended up on your desk, for you were too busy
  • busy fixing the painting, so that it was good for the king
  • it was he who was paying you after all, not the prince
  • you were barely sleeping or eating
  • you devoted all your time to that painting
  • which might i say is unhealthy!
  • quite! qUITE uNhEaLtHY!!!!
  • anyway
  • your hair is in your face
  • you’re sweating because you are so stressed, and you feel like this painting is worse than ever
  • you glance over to your desk
  • you pick up a letter, wiping your forehead
  • so, so, so tired
  • you read something about offering more money, triple what you were going to be offered in the first place
  • your head really hurts
  • pounding, throbbing, drums
  • wonwoo decides enough is enough
  • you pick up another letter
  • vision blurring
  • “please come up”
  • “i loved the painting”
  • “i loved having you around”
  • “i love you”
  • you hear a knock on the door, and you feel yourself hit the floor
  • then darkness
  • you wake up in your bed, and with a monster headache
  • the headache to end all headaches
  • your eyesight focuses and above you you see wonwoo, making sure your forehead is cool and you’re comfortable
  • “if i’m dreaming, dont wake me up,” you mumble, giving a breath of relief
  • you hear a soft chuckle in return
  • “i’m afraid that you are no longer dreaming” wonwoo smiles at you
  • finally you’re aware enough to know what is going on and you start pushing his hand away
  • “oh wonwoo, get out of here! i have to get back to work, your painting,” you started to protest and sit up
  • but wonwoo gently but FIRMLY pushed you back into bed
  • “no you’re obviously ill, even a prince like me can see that,” he responded, getting some food out of a basket he brought
  • “what?” wonwoo asks, looking at you concerned
  • “i just need to work on your painting!” you shout
  • “your stupid painting that I can’t ever get right and its horrible horrible HORRIBLE,” you start weeping
  • wonwoo just quietly holds your hand while you shake and weep
  • you calm down eventually after minutes of crying
  • “y/n, i know you’re porbably stressed-”
  • “prOBABLY?!?!?!?!!!!!” you screech
  • wonwoo blinked and shook his head
  • “you are VEry stressed, and i’m sorry about that.  but please hear me when I say i love the painting you did, the first one”
  • “oh shut it.” you cover your hand
  • “no, listen, it was magnificent. almost as magnificent as you,” he murmured softly, stroking your hand.
  • you go still
  • “what was that?” you whispered
  • wonwoo took in a slow breath. he forgot that he had said that
  • it kinda fell out. whoops
  • but there was no going back
  • “y/n, please don’t think this forward of me, but i think i am… well… terribly in love with you,” he said quietly
  • silence fell on you both
  • “wonwoo,” you spoke
  • “don’t say anything, you’re sick, you silly,” he said quickly, going back to taking care of you
  • everytime you treid to speak, he shot you down
  • eventually he left
  • you got better
  • you began work on your painting once more
  • and a month later you sent a letter to the king telling him that you were coming back with a finished painting
  • he told wonwoo and he was ecstatic
  • the day finally came around when you arrived with a covered painting
  • the king gathered an audience for the great reveal
  • you went in front of them with the painting
  • you took a breath
  • wonwoo met your eyes and smiled
  • “this picture is the mage of the prince that will one day be our king. i hope you all like it.” you announced before taking the cloth off the painting
  • it was the original painting, finished proper
  • the king was flabergasted, but wonwoo couldn’t help but grining
  • “i love it!” wonwoo shouted, running to pick you up on his arms
  • he hugs you and sweetly kisses you on the lips
  • you are shocked but kiss him back
  • when you pull away you are smiling
  • “i think i love you too, your highness,” you grin
  • wonwoo chuckles and just kisses you
larrie receipts masterpost

This is going to be an very long post. I’m making this for myself and for others to be able to go back and find some of the truly horrible and disgusting things larries on Tumblr, Instagram, and Twitter have all said about Louis, Harry, Freddie, Briana, Danielle, and more, sometimes directly to them via their social media. Warnings for drama, abuse accusations, rape accusations, wishing for death/harm towards Freddie and Briana, very gross language and insults, ableist language, and stalking. If there’s anything else I should have a warning for, please let me know.

To anyone who wants to get mad at me for including screenshots and links to their posts, your blog is public, this website is public. If you don’t want to have people take screenshots of your posts, try refraining from posting such awful things :)

For reference for anyone who doesn’t know, this is a pretty good post to explain why people believe larry is real and Freddie isn’t Louis’ son. That post sums up the reasons all of these people featured in this masterpost said all of these things. I guess it’s up to you if you think it’s justifiable. Also, if you have anything to add on to this (especially as we weeks go on and larries get grosser and grosser as we’ve seen them do

To start, there isn’t room for screenshots but honestly, search any larrie’s blog for the word Briana. It’s vile. 

Bromanceshmomance accusing Briana of date rape if Freddie is really Briana and Louis’ son. 

Literally hoping Freddie will die.

larryalbum wishing for an entire family to “choke.”

Srslycris accusing antis of all being Trump supporters

Everything about this. Ableist language, horrible insults, accusing Briana of faking her Instagram hack.

The way they’re talking about Briana, saying “she’s a fake mother and an ex beard…even leaving out the fact that she’s the most un-interesting, bland, nothing human being on the planet, her situation makes her utterly unlikeable to everyone.” A ridiculous amount of insults and bullying for just one post. From verily-i-say. 

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Fearful Love Part 9

Jared Padalecki x Reader

Word Count: 1,325

Warnings: nothing really….

Summary: I’m horrible at these so I’m not even going to give one for this part.

A/N: So what you’re about to read is actual shit. I almost deleted the whole thing idk how many fucking times….anyways…I kept my promise on getting something out tonight even though it’s absolute trash….beta’d by the @mamapeterson (honestly I wouldn’t have posted if she didn’t fix all of the horrible mistakes) and feedback(negative or positive) is greatly appreciated!!

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Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Rated: Somewhere between fluff and angst, decide for yourselves.

Pairing: YutaxReader

Summary: Bodyguard Yuta and fulfilling duties.

“The security detail is unnecessary.” She said after patiently reading the file in her hand. And waiting for the appropriate opportunity.

“It’s just precaution. I can’t send you to an international conference without someone to protect you. Think about how preposterous that is.” He used his politician voice.

“Why are you sending me to an international conference at all? Just send some staff, that’s what they’ll think I am anyway right?” She tried to keep her voice as respectful as possible.

“It made the most sense.” His voice sounded like he didn’t want to discuss this anymore. She didn’t want to say that she suspected he was just keeping an eye on her.

By the time she got back to the room, her bags had already been packed and an incredibly luxurious outfit was displayed on the bed. She called for the maid in attendance, she didn’t need to ask to know what she wanted at this hour and soon her tea was brought to her. She sat by the marble fireplace and stared into the fire for too long till the maid interrupted. She said something in her words that she had come to understand as ‘someone is here’ and nodded to let them come in.

“Miss, I’ll be your chauffeur for this trip.” His voice was clipped and void of emotion but something else caught her eye.

“You speak English?” She turned to him a little surprised.

“And fourteen other languages Miss, I will also be your translator if you so wish.” She got up with a small smile playing at her lips.

“I know twenty languages, soldier. Are you a soldier?” She walked up to him.

“In official capacity I’m your security detail Miss.” His gaze never shifted away from whatever it was fixated on straight ahead.

“And in unofficial capacity?” She stood right in front of him.

“I’m afraid I cannot answer that.” His voice didn’t falter.

“Okay security detail, what do I call you by? What is your name?” There was an harshness on her voice that was projection in it’s most basic forms.

“Eggshell 549-” She cut him off.

“No your real name, I don’t care about your silly nicknames. I need to know the name of the man who holds my life is in hands. As I’m told.” She smiled.

“Nakamoto Miss, Nakamoto Yuta.” He said obediently.

“Nice to meet you Yuta, I hope we can have a pleasant weekend.” She dismissed him after that to get ready.

The first few hours after arrival were spent meeting dignitaries, smiling at cameras and everything in between. She looked back at herself standing over her clothes wondering why she needed to be dressed up for a flight. He stood behind her the whole time, it was unnerving, like someone breathing down your neck literally all the time. Like she didn’t already have the figurative version of that. But she was compliant and she was in public.

“Could you get the Prince and I a drink?” She turned to Yuta after reaching the point of needing a little space, quite literally. He seemed hesitant but he was instructed to follow orders.

“You’ll get used to it, eventually.” The prince’s statement made her turn to him looking lost, “Oh, the people always around you, the bodyguards. I can tell you’re new to this. Just don’t treat them like people, they’re glorified bulletproof vests. Those, though cheap, don’t look good in pictures.” His smug grin was the worst part of his statement. She smiled and excused herself.

After a few minutes of standing out in the balcony there was a knock behind her that made her turn and her features soften on sight.

“You found me, sorry if you had to look around for too long.” She said, turning back to stare at the large expanse of green nothingness.

“I was right by you Miss, I thought you needed space, but I also got one of the other guards to get you the drink.” He walked up and handed her a glass of Champagne. She sighed when she registered his words.

“You heard what he said.” It wasn’t a question, Yuta didn’t answer.

“Everyone here are terrible people who do horrible things. What they say doesn’t matter, all these people here are a hair away from dictatorships and Oligarchies. They aren’t exactly in line for being good people.” She turned to him with kind eyes and a convincing tone.

“I don’t take offense Miss, that is not my job.” His answer was so simple that a laugh bubbled up her throat as the bubbles of the Champagne slipped in, “Also it may not be my place, but not everyone here is horrible.” She turned to him before she could stop herself.

“Let’s go now, I need a cleanse before the Ball tonight if I’m to survive three more days of this circus.” She sighed and turned to make her way out, “Can you get me out of here without anymore small talk?” Her eyes held the desperate plea her trained voice didn’t allow.

“I am here to serve you Miss.” He said and spoke into some device on his wrist.

On the second day of the conference, she decided to wake up early and personally go thank her team, when she went to the floor her staff was assigned to, she saw a white board with her name on it from afar, upon approaching the people, they rubbed it off urgently before she could see.

“Can I help you Miss?” One of the guards asked dutifully, but she noticed the bead of sweat slide down his temple in a well air-conditioned room. She turned at the sound of the door opening to see Yuta walk in, his jaw clenching.

“I,” She hesitated, looking around at the seemingly nervous people in the room. “I came to thank you all for your incredible help.” She forced a smile, “I have asked that you all be given a generous breakfast spread. You can go down the hall for that.” They all thanked her and bowed away.

“What was happening here?” She asked Yuta once everyone else had left.

“Ma’am-” His voice was a little less robotic.

“Tell me.” She said, not turning to look at him, he still hesitated.

“That’s an Order Mr. Nakamoto.” Her voice was quiet but authority in it didn’t need to be addressed.

“They have a wager.” He closed his eyes and sighed.

“On what?” Her voice was still plain, lacking any feel.

“On what you are to the, to the President.” She didn’t turn but he noticed her back tense for a moment.

“Who am I to the President?” Her voice was cautious.

“They’re betting on what position you have to get,” He paused, feeling like he said too much.

“To get to represent him at this conference.” She completed his thought, “What are the wagers?” She asked

“Ma’am?” He said confused.

“What do they think I am? What are the different wagers they are betting on?”

“Extortion, his son’s lover, daughter, mistress, spy.” He bit the inside of his cheek

Did you also bet?” She didn’t sound angry, “It’s okay, I’m not mad, I’m just curious. I want to know what you bet on.” She still didn’t face him.

“I did not partake in this Miss.”

“I see.” He heard her take a deep sigh then turn with a smile.

“What is a human being without curiosity right?” She brushed down her dress, not waiting for an actual reply.

“You will join me for breakfast at the Ballroom? Or you can eat down the hall with your colleagues. Whatever you like.”

“I go where you go Miss.” He said with finality.

Yuta woke up to his phone ringing loudly, his current roommate groaned at the disturbance but turned over and went back into deep sleep once he answered.

“Is something wrong Miss?” Yuta was already putting on clothes.

“You will do anything I ask you to right?” She said after a moment’s hesitation. Yuta sat back down, confused but clear on protocol.

“If it is in my Jurisdiction Miss.” He said carefully.

“Can you get me a packet of barbecue chips and a bottle of vodka?”

In less than half an hour, the doorbell rang and she rushed to it.

“You’re like the pizza guy. I almost didn’t recognise you without a suit” She giggled, turning around to let him come in.

“Ma’am are you okay?” He asked, placing the bag in his hand on a table.

“I finished everything in the minibar. Oops?” She giggled again. She turned around like she had to recall something and turned back with realisation, walking towards the plastic bag Yuta had put down.

“Miss do you think it’s alright to be drinking more?” She laughed at his words.

“Of course it’s not alright. Nothing about my life is alright. So I will drink cheap vodka bought at a convenience store if I need to Mr. Nakamoto.” He seemed to hold back something he wanted to say after that.

“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that.” She sighed, picking up the Bottle.

“Want a sip?” She pushed the bottle under his nose.

“I don’t drink on duty Miss.” He said.

“You aren’t on duty right now, this place is more secure than Hell, nothing is going to happen, so drink.” She pushed it up, after a bit more hesitating he took a tiny sip, his face contorting immediately after. She laughed again.

“Wuss.” She said and took a large gulp from the bottle.

“What did you bet on?” She spoke up after a long, oddly comfortable silence.

“I didn’t wager on your identity Miss

“Can I trust you Nakamoto Yuta?”

“It is my duty serve you Miss.” He recited, she just clicked her tongue.

“No Robocop, Can I trust you? Not with my life, not with my safety. Can I trust you?” For the first time he turned to look at her, really look.

“Yes.” He said simply.

“I’m his illegitimate child. Who he feels bad for because her Mother died, leaving her in his care.” She whispered and laughed, “I’m not a spy, I’m not manipulating his son, nothing half as interesting. I’m just his Bastard.” She sighed like it felt good to get off her chest.

“His son is off overseeing immigrant security and his daughter, his real daughter, is too busy going to clubs and being a liability, so here I am. I’m the only other person sworn by blood, if not duty, to be on his side.” For the first time he heard anger in her voice.

“I-I know.” He hesitated again. She turned to him looking confused, but his features softened at the tears on the brim of her eyes.

“When I was first recruited, my first mission was to bring you to your dad. I was one of the people he send to bring you to him.” This time she was the one who really looked at him, she squinted and came to close without realising. Suddenly her eyes relaxed and she pushed back with joy.

“I remember you!” His heart was suddenly thumping.

“You were the one who came to me before the funeral right? You gave me my mother’s pearls, said my mother left them with my father for me.” His heartbeat was suddenly far worse.

“The commanding officer handed me this because I was the new one.” He said with a smile she didn’t see.

“You told me the pain eventually fades into a memory. That it won’t hurt this much anymore.” He bit his lip at her recollection.

“How are you so red you only had a small sip.” She touched his cheek and it somehow got much worse.

“I think you’re catching something Yuta.” She put her hand on his forehead and he pushed back coughing.

“I’m fine Miss. I’ll go rest after you go to bed.” His best professional voice was back. She let out a small chuckle.

“I get the message. I’ll stop drinking now. Sorry today was just one long day.” She sighed again.

“You don’t have to justify yourself to me,” He turned to her, then immediately turned away, “Miss.” He added. She nodded and turned to walk as he followed behind her.

Once she sat down at the edge of the bed he handed her a glass of water and a painkiller.

“You’ll thank me tomorrow.” He said and she smiled and accepted.

“Good Night Miss.” He said as she slid into the bed.

“Good Night Yuta.” She sighed sleepily, he was yet again betrayed by his eagerly beating heart who enjoyed that sentence a lot for some odd reason.

When she woke up the next morning, she turned to the bed stand to find a large bottle of water and a plain white card on the table. She flipped open the card and smiled at the two simple words on the crisp white background.

‘Happy Birthday.’

anonymous asked:

Uhm halla i loved your youtube!au for yousana and your writing in general could we get a sequel maybe about the fact that people are still annoyed at sana and they look stuff up about her like what happened at Urra and sending her and her friends hate (fangirls be wild lmao look at tumblr) and the boys trying to figure how they are supposed to deal with it because if yousef and sana weren't dating that is still elias baby sister,,, so yeah pretty please 🙏🏽🙏🏽

Hey :)
Thank you for your prompt! 

Before you read this I want to say that I know that this topic is something very serious and I hope I handled this in a good, or okay, way. If I didn’t and something bothers you, please tell me and I’ll change it. I also didn’t write down any of the hurtful messages Sana reads because it might upset some people.

So here it is; please let me know what you think!


Part II of this Balloon Squad as famous Youtubers AU.

(The parts between the dotted lines are comments Sana reads.)

There were only a few limited times the boys have seen Sana cry. Even when they were younger she wouldn’t cry in front of them. Even then she didn’t like to look weak. 

So when Adam, out of all people, walks in on Sana crying he is overwhelmed. He can’t remember when the last time was that he saw her cry or if he has ever seen her cry. He just wanted to ask her if she had a waterproof pen for their next video and forgot to knock on her door before bursting in. He usually forgot to knock but her door was not locked either.

He froze in his spot but once Sana turns around, and he sees her smudged make-up, he instinctively walks towards her. She is sitting on her bed, facing the window.

“Sana, is everything okay? Wait, stupid question. What happened?“ 

Sana doesn’t look at him and hides her face in her hands. Usually, when Adam says something stupid like that, Sana would answer sarcastically and they would end up bantering for a while. But now Sana’s shoulders are shaking and she doesn’t look at Adam. He is overwhelmed, to say the least. 

"Sana, how can I help? Hey, whatever it is, it’s going to be fine.”, Adam is crouching in front of her but is not sure what the right move is. His heart breaks seeing her like this. He wants to see the confident, sarcastic girl that he loves like a sister. He knows how to deal with her. Adam reaches out slowly and puts a hand on her knee to sooth her somehow. She doesn’t react and he honestly doesn’t know how to help.

He is very glad when he hears the rest of the boys come down the hall and sees Elias and Yousef stand at the door.

“Dude, you only had to ask for a pen. What’s up?”, Yousef says, without realizing what is happening at the same time in the room. The boys wouldn’t let Yousef go get the pen because he wouldn’t have come back for a while. 

Elias and Yousef realize that Sana is crying at the exact same time and both enter the room. 

“Adam, what did you do?”, Elias immediately asks even though he knows that Adam would never intentionally do anything to hurt Sana.

Adam just shakes his head, eyes wide, and doesn’t even know how to answer. With that both, Yousef and Elias, know that Adam didn’t do anything. He would have reacted a lot different if he did. Yousef makes a move to go to Sana but Elias puts a hand on his shoulder and shakes his head at his best friend. 

He is Sana’s brother and whatever made her cry would need to be dealt with by him. Elias ushers Adam out of the room and quickly goes to sit next to his sister. Sana doesn’t cry often. Seeing her sob, shoulders shaking makes Elias’ gut twist.

“Sana.”, is all he has to say for her to look up. As soon as she hears the voice of her brother she loses it completely. She buries her face in her older brother’s chest as he embraces her in a tight hug. She is sobbing and Elias feels like he needs to go punch something, or someone. Whoever made his baby sister cry like this. A lump forms in his throat and all he can do for a while is hold his sister.

Yousef is just standing there, frozen. Seeing Sana like this makes his heart ache and not knowing why she is in this situation makes it even worse. As soon as his eyes fell on her, crying, he wanted to rush over to her. But he also knew that him being her boyfriend doesn’t mean he’ll be the one she needs right now, not if her brother is there. 

He watches how Elias hugs her tightly and knows that he can’t do anything. It’s hard to leave the room and not being able to do anything but he decides that the siblings need their time alone. He closes the door to Sana’s bedroom slowly and sees Adam, Mikael and Mutta waiting in the hallway.

“What happened?”, Mikael asks.

Yousef just shakes his head, with a sinking feeling in his stomach: “I don’t know. Elias is with her.”

While the three of them go back to the living room, Yousef can’t bring himself to do the same. He paces back and forth in the hallway.

Elias hugs and lets Sana cry for a while. He doesn’t want to push her to tell him everything now. Finally, after many sobs and tears, Sana looks up at her brother. Her chin still quivering. She wipes away the tears with the back of her hands. 

Elias searches her face for any signs, anything that gives away why she is crying like this. Sana takes a few deep breathes and tries to say something but every time she chokes on her tears. Elias reaches out and strokes her arms in a calming manner. 

“I ruined your shirt.”, are the first things Sana says. She had wiped all her make-up on her brother’s white t-shirt. 

“Screw the shirt, Sana. What happened?” Elias can’t stand to see his sister like this. His baby sister. 

Sana looks him in the eyes for a second and then at her hands. 

“It feels like back at Urra.”, she mumbles. Still, Elias hears every single word and his blood starts boiling. He only has to hear ‘Urra’ from Sana’s mouth and he sees black. She has suffered so much in middle school. She didn’t deserve that. 

“What feels like that?”, Elias asks and braces himself. If it wasn’t for Sana he would be freaking out now. And trying to find whoever made his little sister feel so horrible.

Sana waits for a second. Should she show this to her brother? He would just get mad but wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. But she needs to talk about this with someone. From the past she knows that bottling up only makes it worse. She unlocks her phone and hands it to Elias.

“They have screenshots of stuff from even back then. And the stuff with Sara, but all of that was deleted long time ago. How did they even find it?”, Sana tears up again and can’t control her tears. Why can’t she ever escape that? Is she not worth forgetting the horrible times she had being bullied? Why do these people do that to her now? They don’t even know her personally.

Elias reads through the screenshots, but only shortly. Then he clicks back and sees that these pictures are on a twitter account with a username that definitely shows that this is a fan-account for Hei Briskeby. But the content of this account is all hate. Not towards the boys, no. Towards Sana. Not only do they have screenshots of horrible things being said about Sana on the Internet from the past. They also write a lot of nasty things themselves. Attacking Sana for being with Yousef, being in the Hei Briskeby videos and even judging her and saying she is a bad Muslim. 

Elias, rage-filled, stands up and feels like he needs to shout or do something. He needs to do something about it. He can’t let this happen to his sister, especially when it’s indirectly his fault. If it wasn’t for his YouTube channel she wouldn’t be exposed to this now. He takes a deep breath, rubs his eyes and turns around to his sister. Sana is sitting there, tears rolling down her cheeks and his heart breaks once more. 

He kneels in front of her and wipes away her tears. “Sana, please don’t cry. It’s not worth it. These people just don’t have anything better to do with their lives, you are so much better than any of them. I promise you I will do something about this. This can’t be happening. You didn’t do anything remotely wrong here.”

Sana shakes her head: “Elias, I’ll get over it. It’s okay. It all just got overwhelming for a moment. But those people are your fans. What are you going to do? Some of your fans are just mad that I’m with Yousef.”

“I don’t claim those people as our fans! I don’t care! This..”, he lifts Sana’s phone which is still in his hand. “… is far more than just commenting that they wouldn’t like you and him together. This is far more. They’re getting real personal! We’ll do something. If you weren’t Yousef’s girlfriend you are still my baby sister and would still be in our videos, in our lives. I won’t just sit around and do nothing when this happens to you.”

Ten minutes later the boys and Sana sit in the living room. Elias standing in front of them like the leader he is. Aside from that he took it upon himself to find a solution to this. 

“Elias, it’s okay. I’ll deal with it on my own.”, Sana says, desperate for him to listen by now.

He is set on doing something but Sana can’t imagine anything that he does being worth it and changing anything. At least changing the situation for the better.

“Sana, this is not okay. And you’re not on your own and don’t have to deal with it on your own.”, Yousef objects. He is sitting next to her, hand intertwined with hers. 

“It’s not a big deal! I can manage! Stuff like that happens.”, Sana says and is not sure if she is trying to convince the boys or herself. 

Adam who has been weirdly quiet this whole time speaks up. “Sana, it is a big deal. You know, I don’t think I have seen you cry, ever! And crying is nothing bad but for you to cry it has to be a lot!”

“Plus, this..”, Mikael lifts his own phone. Elias has given them all the name of the account to report and they will try to contact someone from Twitter later to get it removed instantly. Mikael is the best with computers so he’ll try to see if there are other accounts like that, specifically made to spread hate. “… is unacceptable. They spend their time trying to hurt you and you’re not even a YouTuber yourself.”

“We get hate, too. It happens. Doesn’t make it right but it happens.”, Mutta says, “But this is honestly a whole another level.”

“And you’re not even a public figure! You shouldn’t be afraid of hanging out with us, with your friends, your brother or your boyfriend because people might write something bad.”, Elias concludes all of it.

Sana sighs and stands up, letting Yousef’s hand fall out of her own: “Guys, it’ll only get worse if you try to do something about it. I know what I’m talking about! You shouldn’t get in a conflict with your fans because of me.”, she stops for a second but doesn’t give any of the boys a chance to say something before she continues. “You see now why I never cry around you?”, she says and quickly runs out of the room. All of them stand up at the same time and Yousef is ready to sprint after her. Again, Elias stops him.

“Dude, what the hell? Let me go talk to her!”, Yousef almost shouts at his best friend. Yousef is not like this, ever. But seeing Sana obviously hurt and not being able to do anything is the worst feeling he has experienced. 

And Elias knows this. That’s why he doesn’t say anything about that. Instead he says: “Yousef, I know. But I know my sister better than anyone here and she needs a little time to calm down. She isn’t this open with many people. It took a lot of her to even tell us about this!”

All of the boys nod, including Yousef. He sighs and turns to his friends.

“Okay, what are we going to do?”

Turns out this one was the only account that is dedicated to make Sana miserable. Thank God. What the boys did might not be much. And having one account like this might not seem like much but hate spreads fast, especially when people are misinformed or not informed at all. 

Sana finding this account wasn’t a coincidence either. It was send to her by people that wanted her to see all those hateful comments. 

Neither of the boys would just sit around and not do anything to stop that. When they started their YouTube channel they didn’t think it would get this big. So big that it affects their family and friends. It’s not okay that people think it would be okay to send hate to anyone, really. But sending it to someone just because she is the girlfriend of someone they like a lot, that’s wrong on so many levels.

Yousef knocks on Sana’s door. He can hear loud music coming from her room but she still somehow hear his knock. Turning the music down, she shouts: “Who is it?”

“Me, Yousef.”

Yousef has left her alone for the one and a half hours the guys tried to do at least something. Now, he can’t take it anymore. He needs to see if she’s alright.

Sana opens the door, her face bare of any make-up now. She lets Yousef in and closes the door behind them. As soon as she turns around she wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him close. He doesn’t waste anytime embracing her in the hug.

“I’m sorry for going off at you earlier.”, Sana mumbles into the crook of his neck. 

Yousef leans back a little to look at his girlfriend. She genuinely looks sad about that. He chuckles lightly and makes Sana look at him confused. 

“Sana, are you honestly sad about that, right now? It’s cool, really.”, Yousef explains why he laughed. It amazes him how she can be this caring even after being in such a bad mood, for good reason as well.

They go to sit down on the bed and Sana leans her head on his shoulder. She probably never has been this happy that her parents aren’t home. If they got wind of this whole drama they would be worried sick and she really doesn’t want that.

“Yousef, I was being honest. You guys shouldn’t do anything about this. It’s just some coward hiding behind a screen.”, Sana starts. 

Then she takes a deep breath and continues: “It just hit me pretty hard in that moment because … well, I told you about Urra. It just felt like I was back in middle school and being bullied for something that I won’t choose to change. I didn’t choose to take off my hijab then and I’m not choosing breaking up with you or taking off my hijab ‘because I’m not a good enough Muslim’ now.” The last part Sana says in a mocking way.

Yousef turns his head a little and kisses the top of Sana’s head. 

“I envy how strong you are.”, Yousef says. Sana’s head shoots up and she smiles at him lovingly.

“But..”, Yousef continues and Sana narrows her eyes at him. “You don’t have to face everything alone. You have me, Elias, the boys, your girl friends. We’re all here, anytime.”

Sana presses her lips together, trying not to tear up again. She just nods and leans her head back onto his shoulder.

They sit in silence, comforting silence, for a few minutes. 
Until Yousef can’t wait any longer.

“Okay, before you get mad. Please listen first.”, Yousef announces the change of topic. At this point in the day Sana is too tired to even give him a big reaction. She nods and waits for him to talk.

“We know that we can’t control the Internet but the guys and I have reported that account, which seemed to be the only one of that sort, and also tweeted out for our actual fans to do the same. Which so many did that that account has already been deleted.”, Yousef explains and waits for a reaction from Sana. She doesn’t say or do anything at first. She only listens and finally lifts her head off his shoulder and looks at him.

Sana looks him in the eyes and smiles a little. Even this small smile makes Yousef’s heart burst with excitement. Even the smallest smile from Sana is better than her blocking him and everyone else off.

“Thank you.”, she simply says and hopes he understands how much it means to her. And he does. He knows.

“That’s not all.”, Yousef says with a smirk.

Sana just raises her eyebrows at him. She really isn’t ready for a surprise today. She won’t be able to take it, she’s exhausted.

Yousef takes out his phone from his pocket. Before he unlocks it, he looks into Sana’s eyes again while telling her the rest of the story.

“Like I told you, we all tweeted for our fans to report that account, which they did.” Sana nods. That he has said already. “Well, that’s not all our fans did.”

He unlocks his phone and hands it to Sana. She knows that he wouldn’t show her more hurtful things but it takes her a few second to be able to look at the screen. Yousef just watched her with a small smile.


Why would anyone spend so much of their time doing something so stupid? That’s so stupid AAAHH

Wait!! There are people who don’t like Sana?? How? Why? I want her to be in your videos all the time!

omg, please tell Sana that those people who created that account are just cowards that don’t represent the Hei Briskeby fans at all! I’m so sad for her.

I’ll fight anyone that hates on that precious cute girl! Honestly, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE???

I hope Elias’ sister is not affected by this bullshit. it wouldn’t be worth it.

Do people not understand that YouTubers are not their viewers’ property??? WTF?! Honestly, that is so stupid! That poor girl!

Oh God, I hope that Sana doesn’t care about any of that! None of that is true. Ignore that, girl!”


Sana and Yousef leave her room to join the rest of the boys in the living room. But they don’t need to walk that far. As soon as Sana opens the door her eyes fall on the four boys. All standing at the wall across from her door, in a line. When she opens the door, they all push themselves off the wall and look at her expectantly.

“Thank you.”, is all Sana says before hugging them all one by one. Well, that was the plan.

Adam is the first one in the line so he’s the one getting a hug first.

“Sorry that you saw me crying.”, Sana whispers in his ear and hears him laugh.

“Sorry that I didn’t know how to react.”, Adam whispers back and makes Sana laugh.

When they part from the hug they just smile at each other, both coming to an agreement to not talk about this anymore. Ever.

Then she hugs Mikael but Mutta can’t wait for his turn and joins them, making it a group hug. When Elias sees that he is quick to join the group hug, same as Yousef and Adam. And Sana is squished in the middle of it. 

Well, maybe she really doesn’t have to face everything alone. She has people in her life that care for her deeply.

age gap

♡ some of these are fluff, some are angst, some are a fucking joke, but i think they’re all what you expected lmao i wish. thank you for requesting! also, um, these are vvvvv long, sorry bout that 

Kim Seokjin.

 Netizens are losing their minds. Your ship name is trending worldwide and the number of negative comments is almost unbelievable. Jin had tried so hard to keep you out of the public eye and for so long but seems like all his attempts of doing so had gone to shit in a matter of minutes. The power of the media can’t be compared to anything, and you’re both well aware that fans are not going to let of this any time sooner. Because the rumors are true after all: Jin is eight years older than you and there’s not way you can convince them otherwise now that the cat is out of the box.

 The boys are gathered around the living room in silence. Jin is holding you tight while you sobb nonstop, even though you’ve been a crying mess for an hour and a half now. Jin’s shoulder is soaking wet thanks to your tears and the front of his shirt is wrinkled because of how hard you’ve been holding onto him. The others don’t know if  there is even a way they can make you feel a little bit better about the whole situation. Namjoon remembers warning Jin about this when you guys decided to formalize things but now is not the time of saying ‘I told you so’. Jin knows he fucked up bigtime and is desperate to find a solution.

 He’s not worried about him. He’s so used to people making up bullshit about him and his brothers that he wouldn’t be surprised if suddenly there’s a million rumours about you being hired by the company, or even abused and forced to be with him. He knows how to deal with speculations, but you don’t. You’re so young and innocent and you shouldn’t be going through this crap. And right now there’s no words he can say to you because he can’t deny feeling surprised and exposed, so he keeps holding you tight, making sure you know by his actions that he’s not leaving you by yourself.

 Min Yoongi.

 He’s holding the phone with both hands, while Jimin looks over his shoulders carefully, expecting his reaction. You’re sitting next to him, resting against his leg, furrowing your eyebrows. The quality of the video is horrible and the person’s hand is shaking a lot, but still you can see clearly what is being filmed. There’s a lot people crowded in the dim lighted room: in the first two minutes of the video you can only see Hoseok and Namjoon chatting with Jackson and Yugyeom from GOT7, a little bit to the right are Jin and Jungkook sitting on two small but chic couches, laughing uncontrollably and pointing to someone. Then the camera turns around and reveals two young girls smiling like fucking idiots. When the camera is focused again on the dancefloor-like room, there’s no Jin nor Jungkook, nor any other boy.

 Here comes the night by DJ Snake starts playing and two lovers appear on the screen. Yoongi scrunches his nose at the sight, you just shift uncomfortably in your seat and Jimin takes a deep breath because he has seen the video already. You seem to be dancing slowly, Yoongi’s left arm wrapped around your waist while he holds a cup of something in his right hand. Both of you are smiling innocently at the each other until the second chorus of the song comes. By then, you hold Yoongi’s face and smash your lips against his. Hard. For the rest of the video, there’s only you and Yoongi making out as if there was if no tomorrow. When it ends, there’s silence. Yoongi starts scrolling through the comments, seeing nothing but “isn’t she too young to be in a club?” “is that yoongi’s personal whore?” “he can go to jail for that” “is she eight?”.

 He gives Jimin’s phone back, sighs heavily and looks at you with this glance mixed between serious and unfaced, “I guess I’m your nanny from now on, kiddo”, you just slap him in the shoulder between laughs. You both that  even if you’re eight years younger than him, your mental age doesn’t compare to that. 

 Jung Hoseok.

 “So a fan sent us a set of recent pictures of you arriving to LAX”, all the boys nod, while Namjoon explains everything about their promotion campaign in America. Hoseok is too focused on his friend’s words to even notice the pictures are being projected on the big screen behind them, and only turns around only until Namjoon’s voice is replaced by his nervous giggle, “Oh, I haven’t seen that before”, says a shocked Eric Nam, trying his best not to look embarrassed because he had definitely seen that before but agreed with the production not to show it on the big screen for obvious reasons. Hoseok looks at the picture behind him and then to the front, with his signature J-Nope face.

 The incident is forgotten soon after, when no one really comments on the picture of you and Hoseok hand by hand, with matching face masks under your chins and big smiles on your faces. It had caused a big fuss when it was first posted on a fansite and the comments about you being way too young for him were soon under every single tweet posted on BTS’s account. Honestly, the incident was so old already and even now, Hoseok never bothered to explain his relationship with this pretty and jovial girl. Not even when it was exposed on Koreaboo that she was eight years younger than him. The lack of of everybody’s interest on the topic was so big that the interview was not affected by someone’s mistake of projecting the picture and they were able to conclude the show without any trouble.

 Right after they were sent again to their dressing room backset, Hoseok was quick to give you a call just to ask you about the episode. You never answered the phone so he was relieved when he remembered that was exactly the time of the day in which you take a nap. He knew you didn’t care about any of that too, but still, you were too young to receive any kind of hate and specially get affected by it.

 Kim Namjoon.

 It’s been awhile since one of you said a word. The silence that came after the worst argument you have ever had was killing you inside,but you were too prideful to speak first and so was Namjoon. You were looking at the back of his head with your arms wrapped around yourself, rethinking about all the horrible things he had said to you due to the heat of the argument. They were probably going to hunt you for quite some time. You could see he was breathing heavily judging by the way his back was raising and you wanted to sooth him with the soft touch of your hands but at this point, you didn’t know if one act that simple could annoy him or not.

 Namjoon was angry enough at you for acting so immature and just remembering the way you way you were yelling at him for things he couldn’t control got him worked up again. He was decided to lecture you once again when he turned around and faced you but his heart was broken the instant he saw the way you were standing, all vulnerable, scared of his next move. You were not one to blame; he was stupid enough to think you were going to be able to manage this yourself. He also forgot he had promised you were going to move on together if that some point things got difficult, but apparently those promises were erased from his memory the moment you complained about the unnecessary attention you were getting.

 And it wasn’t your fault. None of this. It wasn’t your fault that you were born eight years after him. It wasn’t your fault that he didn’t know how to deal with all the attention that was starting to get too overwhelming. It wasn’t your fault that he was so madly in love with you he thought sharing you to the world was gonna do any good. Now he was ruining your life, your young life. Was he really such a bad person?

 Your eyes were closed when Namjoon came closer and hugged you, and your first reaction was to jump away. He looked at you with wide eyes as his lower lip started quivering, “I didn’t… I’m sorry Namjoon” “No, it’s… it’s okay”, but you couldn’t let him go with the idea of you being afraid of him, even when his screams were the most terrifying thing you had ever heard. So you took a few steps forward and rested your head on his chest, his arms automatically going around your narrow shoulders. The age gap was bringing you a lot of trouble, but Namjoon was too good to let go, and so were you.

 Park Jimin.

 “Eight years?”, the boys are looking at him as if he was some kind of strange animal. Jimin is annoyed and is trying to hide the fact that he’s not enjoying their reactions at all, but it’s a shame he’s so expressive because he can’t never get away with anything. He’s introducing you to them for the first time and the way they’re acting to you being way younger than Jungkook is making him wonder if he should just tell cancel plans with you and go somewhere else for your date night, “You don’t have to like her, just be nice”, at this point Jimin is practically begging them to treat you as if you were one of them. He knows how hard it is for you to get used to people and if they’re not comfortable with the idea of you being basically a kid, he’s not gonna make you go through this, “You’re misunderstanding, Jimin. It’s not that we don’t like her because we don’t even know her. What I meant by that is that, well… this is no easy life, the one we have, you know? Don’t you think it will be hard for her and for you if one day everything comes to light?”, of course he’s aware of that, but Jimin loves you so much he’s willing to give up his entire peace just so he can be with you, “Of course I know, and I don’t care about what the media or anyone says. Can you just give her a chance?”, the boys look at each other, worried that Jimin is committing a huge mistake by getting involved with this girl, younger than him for eight years. But they let him be and promise they’ll act as natural as ever.

 To say they were shocked by your persona when you arrived to the dorms is little. You surely didn’t look like you were eight years younger than Jimin and by the way you expressed yourself, you certainly didn’t have the mentality of the typical rebellious teenager. You seemed very mature and able to maintain a serious conversation, and what surprised them the most is that you could melt Jimin with a single glance.

Kim Taehyung.

The absurdity of the article is in so many other levels that your first reaction when reading the headline is to blink. That’s right. You blink, tilt your head like a confused puppy and read the headline again. “V from BTS spotted near the Han River with younger sister”. When it clicks a certain buttons in your head, the only thing you’re able to do is burst in laughter. You’re screaming so hard it doesn’t take long for someone to go down starts to make sure you’re not losing your mind out of nowhere. Taehyung is glad to see you so happy but he’s curious self gets the best of him and now he wants to laugh with you, “What’s so funny?”, he asks. You’re not even able to explain to him the situation because you’re literally choking of laughter so you just throw your cellphone at him.

 His reaction is very similar to yours. He doesn’t seem to get it at first, but when he does, he looks between the cellphone and your dying figure before starting to crack up too. Soon there are tears rolling down his cheeks and he doesn’t know if he should be worrying or not. Even if he tries to worry, he will end up laughing again because when in hell did his parents gave him a grown teenager sister? You’re calming down a little bit right when Yoongi and Hoseok appear at the bottom of the stairs, the first with an annoyed look on his face and the second showing an amusing smile, “What is wrong with you two?”, says Yoongi under his breath, scratching his butt and disappearing in the kitchen. Instead of following, Hoseok takes the cellphone that is in Taehyung’s hand and reads the article too.

 Now there are three people laughing hard and rolling on the floor, this meaning the whole situation will never not be hilarious, “You’re so small they thought you were his younger sister, this is gold”, says Hobi between laughs and grabbing at his stomach, “This wouldn’t be possible without you baby, thank you so much”, you do your best to control yourself and you succeed, cleaning yours and Taehyung’s tears in the process, “I’m not ten” you smack him right in the head, earning a small welp from him, “Are you sure?”, he says with a straight face before breaking in laugh once again, you following soon after.

Jeon Jungkook.

This was madness. You were warned that going through the airport was going to be quite an adventure but you never expected this many people. And they were aggressive. You didn’t have any issues with crowds but you also appreciated your life and sadly, all you could was hold Jungkook’s hand tight and hope for the best. That was your first mistake.

Their manager had told you it was best if you just holded onto his arm and looked down the whole walk to security but the moment you putted a feet out of the car, the sea of people launched towards you. Your first instinct was to hold your boyfriend and follow his way. Girls were confused, shocked and triggered so they did what they were best at: trash you as much as they could. From comments like “who the fuck is that bitch” to “let go of the maknae”, the ones that got your total attention were the ones that mocked your size and your apparent age. You honestly didn’t give a single shit about all that but you knew Jungkook did.

 Just to make sure he was not about to murder someone you lifted your head slightly, catching a glimpse of him before your head was pushed back down carefully by Jin that was right behind you. Jungkook looked flustered and his neck vein was popping so much you were afraid it would burst at any moment. He hated being judged but what got to him the most was the fact that they were being so rude towards you when they didn’t even know you. He never said anything the rest of the trip, not even when you were in a safe area, but he held you. Jungkook is a sensitive guy and his emotions were always overwhelming so instead of asking him about it, you held him back, soothing him with a sweet touch on his biceps, “Don’t worry. I may be younger, but I’m not dumber” “That rhymed”, it’s his smile what you wanted to see and know that he’s staring at you with happy eyes, you can’t ask for more.  

BTS | Their s/o Wears Glasses Around Them For The First Time

Anonymous said:

can you pls do the “seeing their s/o with glasses for the first time” reaction for bts ???

‘Why does the universe hate me today????’ you thought as your last contact tore. It had been a horrible morning to begin with, what with your coffee pot dying and then the hot water going out in your apartment and the landlord saying he would ‘get around’ to fixing it. Then there were the neighbors who were constantly fighting….

Having to wear your glasses was probably the last thing you really needed to be complaining about at that point. But what with the stress at work and now all the stress at home…this was not working for you.

“When you got the job I didn’t think you would change your look too,” Jin said when you walked into BigHit.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned.

“You know, becoming a PA and doing the whole slacks, blouse, and…well the glasses are a nice touch,” he replied.

You sighed. “I didn’t do it to change up my look Jin, I normally wear contacts but I ran out.”

“Oh….well it looks good…lemme take a picture cause this may never happen again.”

Originally posted by kim-taehyvngs

Because of the fact that Yoongi wears glasses when he reads you figured that for the most part when you showed up at the dorm with your glasses he would be indifferent about it.

“Why are you wearing glasses?” he questioned as you walked into the living room where he was lounging on the couch.

“I’m out of contacts,” you said, “I ordered some but the doc said they won’t be in until next week. So unless you want me to start bumping into things…”

He was silent as he stared at you, trying to take in the fact that you were wearing glasses. “God we’re both gonna be blind by the time we’re eighty, aren’t we?”

Originally posted by sugagifs

“Why would you hide this from me Y/N you look so adorable!” Hoseok said when he saw you in your glasses.

“I wasn’t hiding anything…I just never ran out of contacts and needed to wear my glasses,” you said.

“You never even told me you wore contacts…” 

“It never really came up…why are you staring at my like that?”

“I just…you look so cute and adorable…you should wear your glasses more often,” he said.

“Another reason I didn’t say anything is because I knew my ball of sunshine would do this…” you said, “They get in my way Hoseok…please stop with the look….”

Originally posted by nycbtslover

Rap Monster/Namjoon:
“This is why you’ve been avoiding me the last couple of day?” Namjoon questioned as he walked into your apartment, seeing you wearing glasses for the first time in your two and a half year relationship, “And how did I not know you were glasses this whole time.”

“I told you I wore contacts and you kinda gave me a ‘that’s great’ and continued on what you were doing and so I figured you would either remember or you wouldn’t,” you said, “Anyway…I wasn’t ‘avoiding you’ I was avoiding my glasses getting broken.”

“….I would’ve been careful,” he said.

“I know Joonie…anyway my new contacts just got here so I’m gonna go put them in, then we can head to lunch,” you said, setting your glasses in their case and heading to the bathroom.

‘I wonder how bad Y/N’s vision really is?’ he thought, carefully picking up your glasses and holding them up to try and see out them.


“Namjoon, what was that sound?” you questioned.

“Um…well…Y/N, don’t be mad at me….”

Literally my worst fear

You were actually comfortable in your glasses, to the point where most of the time when you wore them you actually forgot they were even there. However, when working at a restaurant when going from the cooler front of house to the warmer back of house, the constant fogging up of glasses was not very helpful.

That in mind you really only wore your glasses when you were home alone or out of your contacts. So when your boyfriend Jimin Facetimed you late one night you didn’t even think about the fact that you were wearing your glasses.

“Whoa, Y/N did I tell you the them of our photo shoot?” he questioned.

“What?” you asked.

“Glasses….you’re wearing glasses,” he said.

You reached your hand up to your face and felt that in fact you were wearing your glasses and you laughed. “No Jimin…I wear glasses when I’m not wearing my contacts.”

“Oh…well they look good,” he said smiling, “Hey Jungkook, come look at Y/N…”

“Now you’re just gonna embarrass me.”

Originally posted by elfineveryday

“You do not look weird,” Tae said after he saw you in your glasses for the first time, “You are the most beautiful creature on the face of this planet and you should know this by now.”

“That’s sweet of you, but you’re only saying that cause you’re my boyfriend,” you said, “I’ve always looked weird in my glasses…that’s why I wear contacts.”

“I’m serious Y/N, you don’t look weird,” he said, “If anything you should wear them more often.”

“That is not happening….”

“Why not?”

“I already told you.”

“Y/N…if you want weird, I’ve worn weirder things than your glasses could ever possibly be,” he said before leaving the room and returning with a shark hat on his head, “Now this is something that’s weird. Your glasses don’t come close to this.”

I want that hat

Originally posted by taetaebts

“You can quit staring,” you said, looking up from your food. After a horrible turn of events that included; your bag, the small child you were babysitting, and your contact case…you were stuck wearing your glasses. And apparently the fact that you were wearing glasses was intriguing to your boyfriend.

“I just never expected to see you in glasses…I mean you had told me once that you were contacts, but never that you had glasses too,” he said.

“That’s because I don’t like wearing them and they’re only back ups and I’m only wearing them because I’m tragically out of contacts,” you stated, “I know I look awful so-”

“You look great in glasses,” he said, “Jagi, you look hot.”

“I do not look hot…for me…this is not hot,” you said.

“Well…it’s your decision not to wear glasses but…I still think you look hot.”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby



Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

pairing | yoongi x fem!reader
genre | angst, fluff, light smut
word count | 1893
warnings | explicit language, semi-severe anger, destructive thoughts, and sexual undertones

↳ “Tell me every awful thing you’ve ever done and watch me love you anyways.”

author’s note | "unconditionally” was partially inspired by the following poem:

you kissed me when i was crying
and maybe that made me sad
because how can you love so well
when the person you love is so bad


“I can’t do this anymore.”

You felt a pang of guilt as those five, heart-crushing words left your lips and you wanted more than anything to take them back, but you wouldn’t. You couldn’t.

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