i could have been there if i was born 20 years earlier

An Alternate Soulmate

Member: Ha Sungwoon // Wanna One & HOTSHOT

Genre: Slight angst; Psychological; Fluff (Warning: Has violence & mentions child abuse)

Summary: Soulmate! AU 

Word Count: 6533

A/N: Hello~ This is Admin Leah. I wrote this plot because I am currently doing research on the history of psychology with a university professor, concerning the focus of Multiple Personalities. There may be slight inaccuracies I have written in order to shorten and make the plot a little more workable. Please try to look upon it kindly! 


Originally posted by sungwoona

“It’s honestly the most gorgeous shade of pink though,” your younger sister gushed excitedly, her hands wrapped around the gem, which was strung on a delicate silver chain around her neck. She was right. The gem was indeed a pretty shade of pink, and it matched the boy in front of her, whose eyes were shining brightly as he watched her with lovestruck eyes. They had been childhood friends, sticking through elementary, middle, and their awkward pubescent stage of life as well. And now, between Saeri and Daehwi, you were positive they would live a beautiful life after their inevitable feelings were confirmed by their soulmate gem that they were indeed a pair. You looked on with envy, feeling remorse at how your pendant was black.

When you were born, it was a baby blue, just as everyone else’s had been. It showed that you had not met your soulmate at the right time for you to click romantically, which was fine because you were an infant and more worried about crying for a diaper change. Now, at age 20, you were undeniably single. It had turned black sometime when you were a child, around age six. One day you had woken up, and it was just that. Dark. Gloomy. Despairing. He must have died. Your soulmate was gone before you had a chance, and you were a singular anomaly who had lost hope.

You hated yourself at feeling bitter at your sister’s happiness. Saeri was precious to you, and you were grateful that it was Daehwi she would be spending the rest of her life with. Daehwi was your neighbor as long as you remembered. He was sweet, smart, hardworking, and knew how to respect your sister and your family. Still, seeing the two be so lovely together pricked your heart in the most suffocating manner, and even though it was your idea to invite him for dinner as a congratulatory celebration, you were beginning to feel an inkling of regret.

“Please excuse me, restroom.” You got up, trying to ignore the concerned look Saeri and your parents were shooting at each other, while Daehwi looked sullen. They all must have known your real feelings, the ones you had been keeping in. How you could not stop crying when your best friend had met her soulmate. How it felt to always get a pitiful stare in the streets, and how it was the law to keep your pendant on to prevent infidelity.

You splash your face with a bit of cool water, trying to ignore the icy chills it sent down your spine. As you reentered the dining area, your mother stood up, a warm smile on her face.

“_____? Would you like some fresh air? Your father wants some ice cream.” You smile gently. Your mother always knew that you liked to be by yourself when you were upset, mainly because you could not stand the pity. You nodded, taking the cash from her hand, and pull on the first hoodie and sneakers you can find.

“I’ll be back soon,” you promise, and you leave into the evening air, relishing the heat that was beginning to fade away as the sun was setting. The market was only a few blocks away, nothing unbearable. You kept your pendant a little hidden, not wanting to attract more attention. In truth, the whole neighborhood knew about it, but it comforted you when a visiting family did not have to see.

You idly look through the freezers, picking out a few pints of various flavors. Mint for your father, coffee for your mother. Daehwi and Saeri liked vanilla and strawberry respectively. You liked green tea. You did your best to move it towards the register, but a kind worker stopped you.

“Let me get that for you,” he flashed a friendly smile, taking more than half of them and reducing you to only the green tea and vanilla pints. He hummed a little, his cheeriness showing as he led you to an empty register, taking down the ‘Closed’ sign. He smiled once more at you.

He’s cute,’ you thought with a sliver of a smile beginning to show. You looked at his nametag. ‘Ha Sungwoon - PT. He must be a student.’

“That’ll be 15,000 won.” He said, ringing up the register. You narrowed your eyes, before frowning.

“I think you made a mistake. It should be–”

“Don’t worry about it. You looked a little down.” He said, before taking the money from your hand. You blushed at his words, and he gave you a cheekier smile this time. “I know, I’m cool aren’t I?” You nodded, a small chuckle escaping your lips. You hoped he didn’t know how wistful it was, that you wished somehow your pendant would turn pink and his would too. His was tucked away, most likely because it was work, but you never even bothered to check anymore.

“Would you like paper or plastic?” His voice was pleasant, and you point at the paper bag. “Well, here you go.” He slipped a small piece of paper into the bag as well, giving you a slight wink. “And if you ever need a friend, call me.”

You brushed your hair over your shoulder, the loose waves springing slightly as you did so. Daehwi had left hours ago, and you could hear your sister calling him despite seeing him earlier today. The paper Sungwoon had given you was now in front of you, and you sighed, unable to choose what to do. Did you actually take his offer and leave the house tomorrow before Daehwi came back? Or did you just pass? He was a stranger, but at least he was a cute and nice one.

Decide after you wash up.’ You chide to yourself, and tug off the hoodie. Your arms freeze, and the hairs on your arm raise ever so slightly as you let out a scream of horror. In a matter of seconds, Saeri and your mother are by your side, grasping your arm and cradling your head in attempts to calm your frantic sobs.

“H-How?” Saeri murmured, her eyes fixated on the half pink and half black gem. Your mother shook her head, unable to formulate an answer that was certain.

“Just remain calm and strong. ____, are you okay?” You hiccup pathetically, your shutting your eyes as you refused to look at it any longer. Why was it suddenly pink? How? Your soulmate should have been dead for almost 14 years now. There was no reason for the heavens to play such a cruel joke on you. Unless…

“Saeri. Pass me my phone.” She obliged, unsure of what the glint in your eye was. You smooth out the crumpled paper with Sungwoon’s number, trying to focus your vision on the blurry numbers. You type it in, before hitting the call button.

Who is this?” The voice was confused. “Oh, is this that girl from before?

“Ha Sungwoon? C-Can you check your gem?” There was a rustling sound from the other side, before a groan.

“I think I left it in my locker at work. Why, is there a problem?” You found it hard to make a sound. Was it even right to force it onto him? Were you just being desperate at this point? Sungwoon would be a gift from the divine forces if he were somehow your soulmate, and yet the idea of it being some false scenario drove you insane. “Hey, don’t worry. You don’t have to tell me. How about we meet at the cafe across the street from the market at 7 PM tomorrow, and we can talk then?” You nod, before realizing he couldn’t even see you. Your mother and sister were alarmed at the exchange, but hopelessly remained silent.

“I’ll see you tomorrow… Good night.” You said softly, before hanging up. Your mother stroked your hair, a sigh escaping her lips.

“I’m so sorry this had to happen to you, ____. Just please, don’t do anything rash, okay? Go wash up and sleep a little. Take some sleeping medicine if you need it.” She got up and left, Saeri following her cautiously.  

“Where is he?” You muttered, a little irritated. In honesty, Sungwoon was merely two minutes late at this point, but the sensitivity of the topic made you jittery and unable to bear the weight of your emotions. Your eyes were still puffy as the stress of the situation had reduced you to tears every few hours, and the largest sunglasses you could find in your possession hid your face as you sipped on a bitter iced coffee. ‘Ah, but it isn’t bitter enough.’

You sat there, fiddling with your gem. You instinctively covered the black side, your mind in a turmoil at the sight of the pink. Saeri was right: it was gorgeous. It made you want to believe that this soulmate system was not flawed, that it was what allowed human civilization to have advanced so smoothly since the beginning of history, but there was a twinge of doubt. Why were the recorded accounts of mess ups so rare? Was something hidden? Or was it actually just you that had somehow defied the rules and were given a soulmate who did not exist.

The wind chimes attached to the cafe’s door jingled, and you looked up hopefully. Sungwoon was there once again, a hard look on his face as his sharp gaze scanned the area. You waved him over hopefully, and flinched when his eyes met yours. While yesterday he had been radiating a goofy and sweetness, today was something stronger and more charismatic. His hair was gelled a little, and he had a black leather jacket that he straightened ever so slightly as he strode confidently towards you, his presence domineering the cafe.

“I assume you’re the girl.” His words were blunt, void of and emotion that was to be distinctly made out. You cast your gaze away, unable to hold his piercing scrutiny any longer.

“Sungwoon, are you-”

“I’m not that weak fool.” He scoffed, before yanking the chair across from you out. “I’m Injae. Call me by his name one more time and I’ll…” his voice trailed off when you finally snapped, throwing off your sunglasses. They clattered onto the tabletop, nearly toppling the iced coffee over.

You threw him a glare, eyes willing him to shut up in your utter humiliation.

“I get it! You don’t want to be my soulmate– who would? I’m some stupid girl who isn’t supposed to have one.” Your voice rose an octave with you intending it, and the few customers in the cafe were beginning to star. “But really, making up some macho and asshole character for yourself?” You rose, grabbing your stuff and turning to leave. He stared at you, something sparkling in his dark eyes. ‘Was that respect? Or was it being impressed?’ You shoot him a last bitter smile, shoving the door with all your might as you leave.

“Don’t move.” His hand wrapped tightly around your wrist, and a shot of pain caused you to wince from his iron grip. “Did you just call me a character? Do you doubt my existence?” His voice was low, almost a mean growl to it. You sighed, unable to contain your irritation as you tried to pry his hand off. It did not move.

“Let go of me.” You snapped, and he tugged you closer, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. His eyes were haunting, as if calculating your soul when he peered into yours. He was not tall by any means, but you were short as well.

“Soulmate, you said?” He pulled on your chain, and you struggled to have him release you. You could hear a sharp crack, and felt the chain rip off of you. He broke the necklace you had since you were little. You could feel more tears well up as you blindly lunged for it, but he fended you off easily, examining the gem.

“G- Give it back.” You screamed. Your throat felt raw and congested, almost as if it would close up on you at any point. This was all a mistake. Meeting with him was a mistake. Letting his charming smile get to you the other day was a horrible mistake.

“It’s black. I don’t know why you’re saying I’m your soulmate.” He dangled the chain in front of you, and you snatched it back. He was right. The pink was all gone, replaced with the jet black color it had been originally. You fell to your knees, heaving for air as sobs wracked your body. It was gone. The only hope you had had fled you, and all that was remaining was some emo boy in front of you. He knelt down beside you, his hand patting your back in a surprisingly soothing and warm manner.

“Screw you.” You hiccup lamely, and he suppressed a smile. “I hate you.” He sighed, looking up at the now night sky.

“You aren’t a bad girl. Sungwoon would probably be happy with you.” He said finally, and your ears perked up. “Too bad I can’t let him have you.”

“I don’t understand.” You straightened up, and met his stoic gaze. He offered a hand, pulling you back to your feet with ease.

“He can’t have single ownership of this body by himself.” Injae said coolly, before glancing at the streetlamps that were now flickering on. “I’ll walk you home. It’s the least I could do for stealing his date.” You blushed at his words, before looking away from him.

“I don’t need your help if you aren’t willing to tell me where Sungwoon is.” You bartered, and he snorted in amusement at your words.

“Little girl-”

“____. I have a name.”

“- he’s probably fighting his way for control right now,” Injae finished, disregarding your interjection completely. You frowned, before turning away to go home. You ignored the footsteps trailing behind you lazily, feeling some satisfaction that Injae, or Sungwoon, or whoever it was, had been at least taking some responsibility. That satisfaction also faded the moment you had realized the sound was gone, and you tried your best to not frown. ‘What a jerk. He probably has some stupid commitment issues,’ you thought bitterly. Still, the black gem had rubbed you the wrong way. It was almost confirming that indeed, you were single for life, while everyone around you would be paired off with someone who would keep them company until they died.

“____, duck!” A furious shout sounded behind you, and you dropped to the ground, your arms flailing to cover your head as you screwed your eyes shut in panic. A metallic thud rang from behind you, followed by a groan of pain. You uncovered your head, turning to look. A young man holding a small pocket knife was now on the ground, while Injae was glowering him, his teeth bared in a furious scowl with a rusty pipe in his hand.

“Son of a-”

“Don’t hurt him more!” You scream, imagining the damage about to be done. You jumped up, wrapping your arms around Injae, preventing him from swinging the pipe once more. He stopped moving, frozen at your touch, while the other male dropped his knife and ran off, a limp evident. “I’m fine, so don’t… It’s okay, really.” You were breathing hard, unable to fathom the evening. In honesty, your heart was fluttering at the thought of Injae’s heroic save, and you were thankful he was there. But at the same time, it frightened you terribly that he was so eager to fight, that he had no fear for injury.

He finally seemed to breathe again, a huge sigh released as he gently pulled your arms off. He turned slowly, a familiar warm glint of worry in his eyes. ‘Sungwoon?’

“W-What happened?” Sungwoon stuttered, before looking at the heavy pipe in his hands. He dropped it instantly, the clatter of the metal shocking you as you took a step back. He looked at the leather sleeve, horror in his eyes as realization set in.

“Is this Sungwoon or…”

“You met Injae, didn’t you?” Sungwoon’s voice was shrunken with uncertainty, his eyes ashamed as they were cast towards the pavement beneath you two. You nodded, trying to shove the rising confusion and panic down once more. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?” You shook your head, before remembering the gem. You pulled it out, dreading the black. It was half pink once more, and you peered at him nervously.

“Do you remember anything?” He shook his head, his face suddenly tired. “You don’t even know how you were supposed to meet me?”

“I know that much,” he furrowed his brows. “Can I have your name?”

“____.” You bit your lower lip. “Who exactly is Injae?” He looked uncomfortable at the question, but mumbled some incoherent words. You looked at him blankly, and he cleared his throat, his gaze looking away from you.

“He’s my alter” It sounded foreign, something you had never heard of. ‘Alter?’ “I have a special condition. Multiple personality.” The name sounded vaguely familiar, but you still were unsure of what to say. He looked at you, his countenance reflecting the same troubled and mix of emotions you felt internally.

“Never mind. I’ll take you home. Is it near?” You nodded, pointing to the house at the corner of the street. The walk was silent, but it did not feel awkward to you at all. Perhaps it was the shyness of the situation, or how much you had to persevere with him from the very beginning, but it was a silence you could handle quite well. He seemed apologetic every step of the way, and by the time you got to your front door, he sighed and offered a small smile.

“I guess I’ll talk to you later. Good night,” you said quietly, pushing your key to the front door into the lock.

“Wait, ___. I’ll take you out another time. I’m really sorry.” He rubbed the back of his head, unsure of what to do. ‘Was this a date?’ You smiled genuinely at this, and nodded.

“I’ll be looking forward to it. Have a safe walk home, Sungwoon.”

“___! Wake up, there’s a guy here for you.” Saeri’s voice was thick with curiosity, but she was mature enough to not pry, even though it was evident she desperately wanted to. You shot up from your bed. In truth, you had been awake for a few hours now, but you had never found the willpower to leave your room, the only place that seemed to be a haven for your thoughts. You caught a glimpse of your knotted hair in the mirror and winced.

“Can you tell him to wait a few minutes?” You beg, and Saeri nodded in amusement, leaving the room with a soft thud of the door. You ran into the bathroom, brushing your teeth with one hand and brushing your hair with the other. Your mind was wandering to what clothes to wear. Was today his idea of a date? Was it Sungwoon or Injae? You had researched the topic a bit the night before, the moment you had stepped foot into your room, with your trusty laptop.

Injae was his alternate personality, one of how many she had no clue. He had his own style, his own mind, and his own goals, but from what you could see he was certainly no wicked character. Maybe tough, but he balanced Sungwoon’s kindness very well.

You finally tugged on a pair of jeans and a boxy striped tee, tossing your hair over one shoulder as you left the room. Sungwoon was seated in the kitchen, chatting away in a lively manner with your mother, who looked delighted at his presence.

“- And when she was a child, she said she was going to be a monkey because she had a talent for tree climbing.” Your mother was saying, while Sungwoon chuckled at this newfound information on you. You shot her a pleading look as you walked into the room.

“Mom!” You whined, exasperated. “You can’t tell anyone who walks through the front door how I was a disaster as a kid!”

“But Sungwoon isn’t just any boy,” your mother pointed out with a wise smile, before shooing the two of you out of the kitchen. “Anyways, he volunteered to babysit you for at least the morning so go and act like a young lady for once.” You scoffed at her words in disbelief, while Sungwoon looked mildly amused at the banter.

“Your mother is very friendly,” he said as he opened the door for you. You shot him an accusing look.

“You two might as well be conspiring against me,” you huffed, and he grinned widely at this, putting his hands up as if to surrender. “I think you owe me breakfast.”

“No doubt, I do. To the cafe?” You nodded in agreement. Looking at him closer in the day, he was definitely cute. His skin looked soft and pale, his brown hair falling messily but perfectly at the same time. His eyes had a bright twinkle as he looked around, first at a bird and then at the cars passing by.

“Did you find your soulmate?” You blurt the words as you approach the cafe. He smiled a little at this, stopping in front of the glass door.

“It’s complicated,” he said finally. “I’ll explain, but let’s eat first.” He opened the door, waving you in. You smile a little at his manners, before looking at the menu.

“I like the cinnamon honey toast,” you said finally, and he nodded.

“Go sit, I’ll order. Do you want coffee?” You nodded, and he left you. You took the same seat as you had the day before, fiddling with the gem on your broken necklace. You hadn’t confessed to your parents yet that it was ruined, but there was no urgency to either. The vibrant millennium pink in contrast with the black made you wistful. It was so aggravating that you could not have the same beautiful pink gem as others did.

Sungwoon took the seat across from you, placing the table buzzer in front of him. He handed you a mug of coffee, setting down the small tray with creamer, spoons, and a small thing of sugar. You pour a little cream, watching the white haze dissipate as your swirled the spoon slowly.

“I believe I owe an explanation now.” He began. You peered up at him, sipping the mug with interest.

“I agree with that statement,” you murmur, and the faintest of sadness crept into his smile.

“I want to firstly apologize for any anger or grief caused by Injae. I can’t remember what happened when he was my public identity, but I could tell you were quite shaken at his appearance.”

“Injae… he isn’t a bad guy.” You said hesitantly, before thanking the waitress who set down your breakfast. Sungwoon did not order food, instead only accepting the iced caramel macchiato.

“I suppose he may have developed some feelings for you to have been so kind,” Sungwoon remarked. “He causes a lot of devastating side effects for me, but I’m also grateful for him. He’s made it up in interesting ways for me. I haven’t ever lost a fist fight thanks to him.” Sungwoon chuckled bitterly. “But I’ve also been losing many hours of my life to him.”

“When did Injae form?” You ask gently, cutting off a corner of the toast. He didn’t look surprised at your question, instead twirling his drink in his hand, the clatter of ice cubes sounding.

“I assume you did some research last night.” You blush at how correct his words were. “I think it was when I was about seven years old. He’s the same age as me, but a lot more rash.”

‘Seven years old… ‘ The thought is unsettling, and the sweetness of the food feels almost sour on your tongue. If you could recall the information you had read last night, it stated that many people with multiple personalities were victims of abuse, most likely as children. You bit your lower lip, refusing to ask that question.

“Now, about my soulmate situation.” You perked up at this, and he chuckled at your outward burst of interest. “I do have a soulmate. I’ve met her. The problem is Injae. Also, I can’t quite tell if this girl realizes she’s my soulmate definitively.” You frown at this, letting the hurt seep in. It was like a thorn pricking you. You could not erase the memories of Sungwoon’s kindness in the past few days, as well as how Injae had saved you. To say you have not fallen for these boys was a lie.

“Oh. She must be a lucky girl,” you huff, before popping another cube of toast into your mouth and chewing sullenly. Sungwoon smiled at your pouting lips. He wondered if you had an idea of how adorable you looked to him in that moment, and placed his half finished drink on the table. He reached out and poked your head, causing you to glare at him.

“Dummy. It’s you.” You nearly choked on your food, and you sipped the coffee in efforts to wash it down, ignoring the scalding liquid on your tongue. He looked amused at your coughing and passed you a napkin.

“W-What do you mean? Is that why it’s half pink?” You put the gem in front of him, and he nodded.

“I believe that must be the case. See, look here.” He took out his own gem, which glowed slightly under the cafe lights.

“But why is mine black then?” You finally said flatly. You wanted to believe in his words more than anything. He was one of the kindest people you had met, and by far the one you wished more than anyone to be your soulmate. Still, the idea of building up false hope lurked in your mind, warning you to back away.

“Black means your soulmate died, doesn’t it?” You nodded.

“That’s why I want to let you in but… I can’t.” Your voice was pained. “You can’t just die and suddenly resurrect. I think my gem is just dysfunctional.” He leaned back in his chair, looking away at your words. He did not want you to cry, nor did he ever want to hurt you. The instances from the day before were haunting him enough. Still, he remembered the utter joy when he had seen his gem turn pink upon meeting you at his part time shift.

“When I was seven, I almost died. I should have died.” His tone was matter-of-fact, but his eyes shone with fear. Fear that you would reject him again. Fear of being alone. “My father was a horrible drunk. He came home one night, trying to beat my sister. I got angry and scared, and i redirected his anger to me.” You gasped at his words. He gave a miserable smile, his lips barely in a ghost of a grin.

“I thought he wasn’t going to make it into the elevator when I tried to run. I was wrong. He started beating me. He had a knife that was stolen. It was too late at night for anyone to be out, and I was bleeding too much. That’s when Injae appeared.” There was a hint of fondness for his alter at this. Tears were brimming in your eyes. “By the time I woke up in the hospital, all I could hear was how I should have been dead. I was stabbed in the abdomen, and I was bruised all over. They said we were both found in the elevator unconscious. I guess Injae was a fighter from the beginning.”

“That’s… I’m sorry.” Your hand reached out and covered his own. He welcomed the warmth that enveloped the backside of his hand, and admired your small hands.

“I think that’s why your gem thinks I’m dead. It’s probably also half pink because of Injae.” Sungwoon said quietly. You squeezed his hand mindlessly, and he flipped his hand so he could entwine his fingers with yours.

“But you are my soulmate then.” The last wall around your weary heart finally crumbled, opening up to him completely. The jealously towards Saeri and Daehwi was a thing of the past, and your future seemed considerably less bleak and worrisome.

“I am but don’t forget we may have a constant third wheel named Injae.” You laughed at his words.

“I’ll win him over.” You said confidently. There was no way you were going to give up Sungwoon that easily. Maybe Injae existed, but if Sungwoon still had a life that was destined to be with you then so be it.

“Of course you will,” Sungwoon jabbed back playfully, and he picked up the tray to return it to the counter. You watched him with newfound admiration. The wait was over. Sungwoon was yours, and you were his.

“Can I ask something?” You queried as you two left the cafe. Sungwoon had promised to take you to a few of the small boutiques nearby, something you had wanted to do if you ever had a soulmate. ‘Well you do now.’

“Is it what happened to my father?” You nodded, and he squeezed your hand a little. “He’s been going in and out of prison time for various offenses, fined for a lot of other offenses, my parents divorced soon after I left the hospital, and the last time I heard he was taken back into a rehabilitation center for alcohol and now drug abuse.” You winced internally at the long list. You were glad Sungwoon was finally safe but at the same time, you were sad his family had such a dark past to it.

“Is that why you work part time?” He shook his head, looking at you adoringly. He relished the feeling of someone caring for him now: it were as though someone filled the emptiness he had in the first 21 years of life.

“My mother remarried to quite a high positioned businessman. He’s a kind father to me and my sister, and he spoils us all ridiculously. I just like the thought of being independence step by step.” You nodded, admiring his work ethic. “Afterall, I have to be able to support our family, don’t I?” Blushing, you hit him, causing him to erupt in laughter.

“Let’s step by in here.” It was a small accessories store, the same one that Daehwi and Saeri had bought their friendship bracelet from a few years prior. You admired the handcrafted jewelry. He picked up a delicate silver chain, holding it up towards you as if to check how it looked.

“I’ll take this.” Sungwoon said, and the employee at the register nodded.

“Would you like anything else?” He paused, looking at you. Your gaze flitted to the rings and bands, and he smiled.

“Please give us a minute.” He picked up a rose gold band, which had a small silver cloud on it. “Do you like this?” You smiled at the thought of buying it, but you shook your head. You wanted something simple that you could wear together without him feeling awkward.

“Can we take this one?” You held up a thicker, silver band. He smiled, putting it onto your ring finger of your left hand.

“I promise I’ll but you a better one in the future when we’re ready for it.” The employee looked as though she were about to squeal from his words, and you stifle a giggle, nodding shyly.

“We’ll take this too then.” Sungwoon said, pulling out his wallet. He shot you a warning look when you were about to protest. “Let me do this for you at least. Heavens knows I’ll be a terrible soulmate in the future.” You fidgeted on the side, watching him take the chain and his ring back from the employee and greet you again with a glint of amusement in his eyes. He gave you the ring.

“I want you to put it on my hand for me,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes but obliged. You slid it onto his ring finger, admiring how the couple item looked. It dawned on you yet again that now you had someone to spend time with, someone who was going to understand you and be by your side forever.  “Also, give me your gem.” You fished it out of your pocket, and he took it off of the broken chain, before putting it on for you. You smiled, reaching out to give him a quick hug as he finished. He reached out his hand, which you grabbed.

The rest of the day was filled with making up for a lack of memories and past filled of hurt with Sungwoon. You visited clothing stores, trying on silly outfits. You went to your favorite food stalls, sharing snacks. You showed each other childhood places in the town that brought happy memories. He showed you the soccer field that he used to play on as a child, while you introduced the playground with your favorite swingset. As the sun was beginning to set, you sighed contentedly at his side, your head resting on his shoulder.

“Why did it take me so long to find you?” You wondered aloud, and he cuffed your head gently.

“Because the best presents take the longest to find. Like me.” You wrinkled your nose at his jokingly arrogant words. “Hang on, I need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back, and then I’ll walk you home.” You lift your head sleepily, letting him leave for the park restrooms. You waited for his return, fiddling with your phone idly. You had messaged your best friend to call you later at night, wanting to tell her about Sungwoon. Saeri had also asked where you were, and you had told her you would be home soon. And yet, as time trickled on, Sungwoon was still nowhere in your sight. You sighed, brushing the grass off of your jeans and standing up. You started towards the restrooms.

“– Punk, you just messed with the wrong group.” You flinched at the shouting, and your heart rate quickened as you bolted towards the area behind the restrooms. There were about three guys, all menacingly glaring at Injae, who’s hardened expression you could identify all too well. His gaze flickered to you, warning you to stay away, before he smirked a little.

“You guys are clearly picking a fight that won’t end favorably for you.” They huffed indignantly, before charging at him. You covered your eyes with your hands, unable to watch. You could hear yowls of pain, thankfully none of them sounding similar to Injae’s voice, and only looked up when a hand grabbed yours, yanking you forward.

“Time to run, ___.” You let him pull you, away from the park and all of the people there. It was exhilarating, and you almost didn’t mind the situation when you could hear Injae’s laughter as he tugged you along towards your home. The guys were far out of sight, and you stopped running, instead doubled over to catch your breaths. Your face was flushed, and Injae grinned at you.

“Looks like I saved the day again,” there was a childlike note in his voice as he said this. You straighten up, and he sighed, returning once more to the stoic boy he originally was.

“How are you, Injae?” He huffed at your words, scowling ever so slightly.

“You want me to be gone so Sungwoon can be with you, don’t you?” You looked alarmed at his words. In honesty, you hadn’t a clue what to do. “You didn’t even consider my thoughts in your plan!”

“I didn’t have any intentions of that nature,” you retorted softly. “I was going to thank you for taking care of him and keeping him safe over the last 21 years. You really helped him, and I doubt I would have met my soulmate if you didn’t exist.” Injae softened slightly, before returning to a rather emotionless state.

“I suppose he’s the winner of every situation. He has me to protect him, and you to love on him. What do I have?” An ache in your heart crept up at this, and you reached out to hesitantly hug him.

“You’re part of Sungwoon. Doesn’t that mean my love extends for you too? You’re protecting him and yourself. I think you two are missing each other’s perspective just a little.” He stiffened at your embrace, as if unable to know what it was. You looked up at him, sticking your tongue out.

“You’re lucky we both grew to like you a lot then. Otherwise your shoulder would have been dislocated by now.” You roll your eyes at this statement. “Also, tell Sungwoon to stop drinking caramel macchiato. It’s way to sweet. Black iced coffee is way better.”

“Are you a grandpa or a child in disguise?” You grumbled, letting go of him. He coughed a little, clearing his throat and pointing at your gem.

“This is actually my last goodbye.” You froze at his words. “I share a conscience with him. I know how much he means to you, and how much he wants to spend the future with you. I also think that the only and best way I can be with you is for him to take over his life again.” You teared up a little at this. He smiled ruefully, running a hand through his hair.

“I- Thank you. Thank you for everything, Injae. I will never forget you, and I will remind him every other day to drink iced black coffee. Any other requests?” He snorted, before reaching out to stroke your hair fondly.

“You’re a good girl for him. Take care of him, because I can’t anymore.” Injae closed his eyes, aguish flickering over his faces as it seemed to have spasms. He doubled over, and you dropped to a crouch.

“I-Injae? Sungwoon? Are you okay?” A few pedestrians shot looks of concern, and finally he stopped, instead twitching and looking up once more. His eyes were confused, gentle and filled with alarm when he saw your worried face.

“___? What’s wrong?”

“Injae left.” You mumbled, trying to brush the tears off of your face. His hand reached up, wiping them off with his thumb. You smiled sadly. “He said he was thankful for you to find a girl like me. And he said to stop drinking sugary drinks.” Sungwoon chuckled wistfully.

“It’s odd. I feel fine but a little hollow without him. You don’t love him more than you loved me… right?” You shrugged jokingly, and he groaned.

“I do love you more, dumbass.” You whisper as you hug him, snuggling into his chest. “And I’m sad he’s gone, but I’m thankful I can at least spend the rest of my days with you.” On your chain, the gem sparkled a beautiful pink, all the black gone as Sungwoon wrapped his arms around you.

Glitch In The Matrix Stories #24

A Car Started To Pass Me And Disappeared 

Today I had my pickup truck bed loaded to the breaking point with things to take to the landfill (clearing out a hoard)- broken, moldy furniture, broken garage door, and other bulky odd-sized stuff.

I’d packed it well and strapped it all in but I was worried that to the casual drivers around me it’d look unstable as hell. The road I took starts off as a long busy two-lane highway and there’s never a chance to pass anyone until the road becomes 4 lanes with a drivable middle lane that eventually becomes a turning lane as you approach businesses.

As luck would have it, I ended up with a douche-bag in a new BMW trapped behind me on the long stretch. I was doing just above the speed limit and he was up my butt, despite my having broken furniture dangling like two feet from his grille. I couldn’t wait until the road would widen and he’d surely zoom past me and scowl for ‘holding him up’.

Sure enough, we reached the spot where the road widened and I saw him jerk into the left lane as soon as I yielded to the right slow lane. He started to pass me, entered my blind spot and then… I didn’t see him. I thought he was overtaking me slowly so he could see what I was hauling, or I was preparing to be flipped off as well.

The thing is, there was no nowhere to turn left yet, no roads or business at that point- and I watched my side mirror- if he’d turned somewhere (again, nowhere to turn yet) slowed down or even gone into the developing turning strip down the middle, I’d have seen his car fall behind me.

Credits to: Vault32

Remember Seeing A Movie Years Before It Was Released

Being born in the early nineties, I loved watching the ’Land Before Time’ movies. I remember being about 6 or 7, I was sick and in bed. My mom had a friend over and he brought me a movie to watch. It was a Land Before Time movie. So nothing weird about that. 

Well, fast forward about 4 years or so and I’m dropped off at the sitters and everyone is watching the new Land Before Time movie. Sweet! A new one, except this seems familiar. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this before. I know I’ve seen this before. There are always parts of movies you remember very well and for me this was when the long-neck elders fight the two T-Rex. So that part arrives and I start telling everyone what’s going to happen. 

The sitter or her daughter that helped out asked if I’ve watched this already. I said, “yeah a long time ago”. I get told that’s not possible, it just came out the week before or whatever. Yet I specifically remember watching it years earlier. Every now and then I think back on this and it still perplexes me. Maybe my mom’s friend was a time traveler that had a love for kids movies. Maybe it was a glitch- who knows.

Credits to: Chestigo

Seeing Old People Young

For as long as I can remember, I will walk into stores, buildings, parks, fields, and if there is a person there 30 or older I always see them younger.

It usually happens for a few moments, like flashes of young and then I really stare at them and shocked to see wrinkles and liver spots. Like, I was totally checking out that grandma when she looked 20 something and now she’s 80.

Not sure if this is a glitch in the matrix, and before anyone says bad eye sight, I do wear contacts but my prescription is always up to date. And I am always within good seeing distance of the person.

Like, I’m not sure how to properly describe it. I see them exactly how they were when they were younger. Doesn’t happen every single day but it happens enough that I’m used to it. Sometimes I see young people as old but it’s very rare.

Credits to: SpookyB0T

Starting To Question Whether Life Is A Simulation Or Not

I was living in Florida for a while (back in 2014 and 2015) due to work. While I was there, I had been engaging in my own personal philosophical thought process about the nature of our reality. For a couple of days I really was wrapped around this question and it was sort of consuming my thoughts over those days, particularly whether we were living in a simulation or some type of video game. Well nothing new there, right? Scientists and philosphers have been throwing that idea around for a while. 

Well, two experiences occurred that made and make me questions my current reality as it stands and happened in similar time frames. Each seemingly innocent, but when put together seem to connect. All of these events occurred after I started thinking intensely about the possibility of reality being a simulation. 

First: I was working out with a trainer and a group of coworkers when we started doing squats. I started doing squats and the trainer stops and sort of laughs. Then he makes a joke about how I look like a Sims character. That’s innocent enough, right? I’ve seen the game and I got what he was referring to. I laughed. 

But then he says it one more time, but this time he says it in a serious tone “Did you hear that, Tim (which is my name)? I said you look like a Sims character.” The inflections in his voice was odd, it was more like he was hinting at something rather than making a joke and waiting for my reaction. Perhaps it was nothing but it was odd, but everybody else around me didn’t react or even laugh at the reference. It was strange.

Second: So, I enjoy creepypastas and I like listening to them. So, I started listening to this creepypasta and found it pretty good. Now the night before and that night, I had been thinking intensely about reality and all that.

Well, as I scrolled down the comment section I notice this guy’s comment (Pete Detrick) who says “Tim, you’re in a video game.” 

I’m blown away but I’m skeptical, thinking it’s just a coincidence and he was just replying to some other person’s comment. But as I’m scrolling up and down, I notice he isn’t replying to anyone on the comment section. His statement is just out of context and oddly out of nowhere. 

I could imagine the person was perhaps making a comment about the story itself but the main character in the story never mentions his name being Tim or even has a name. (Oddly enough the story is about a person who commits suicide and enters some alternate reality).

Credits to: FloatingTheVoid

EXPOSING THE FAKE

In case you haven’t already heard about the blog exposing-the-fakes, let me update you. It’s run by a girl who goes by the name Diana Leigh and claims she’s 21, lives in LA, and, most bizarrely, personally knows 5sos. She gives out false and sometimes worrisome information about the boys. For example, she tells people Michael self harms. How would he feel if he saw that; someone he’s never met convincing her 2,000 followers of something so serious? Although it could be accurate, she isn’t someone who would know. The only people who do are Michael and those who are actually close to him. The fact that she’s going around promising it to be true is only doing damage. On top of all that, she’s hinting towards the fact that she’s Ashton’s “secret girlfriend”. Those are just two of her lies. They don’t end there, but listing them all would take forever.

I wouldn’t be concerned about this situation if no one believed her, but for some strange reason — even though she’s never provided any solid proof whatsoever — a lot of people do. Like I mentioned before, she has at least 2,000 followers. Fans are putting their faith in her and genuinely thinking their questions and wishes will get to 5sos through her blog. It’s messed up and has left me feeling uneasy for a long time now.

So, I’m here to hopefully shut her down for good.

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The Labyrinth Chapter 23

Originally posted by bts-we-are-bulletproof

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU

Pairing: Reader/Jimin

Length: 2.1k

Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #189 - Spy

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #358

Format: Blu-ray

1) So the movie starts by introducing us to a sort of typical white guy spy. A James Bond type, but without the British accent (for some reason). It starts with the familiar, the usual tropes, before really fucking them over when Jude Law (who for some reason is trying to do an American accent and he’s not doing it well) sneezes and accidentally kills a guy.

Originally posted by foxmovies

Which is an excellent joke to introduce is into the film’s wonderfully strong sense of humor. If you think you know how a trope is going to play out, you’re probably wrong. In fact, the entire opening sequence is a strong representative of how the film blends quality action with quality humor which will be consistent throughout the film.

2) Melissa McCarthy as Susan Cooper.

Originally posted by replicants6

McCarthy is the foundation on which the rest of the film is built. From the very first minute we spend with her character she is established as not only good at her job but incredible at it. It is easy in spy spoofs for the main spy to be a bumbling idiot, but Susan’s continued competence is in fact one of the key factors which makes this film as incredible as it is. Especially considering the fact she does have some insecurities at the beginning, insecurities which are largely unfounded because she is fucking good at her job. McCarthy is able to have incredible warmth, heart, and vulnerability as Susan which she doesn’t always show in her film roles. But also when the script calls for it she can have this amazing brashness and humorous loudmouth/angry quality. Susan goes through an incredible transformation from the moment we meet her to the moment we leave her and McCarthy is able to play that absolutely perfectly. It’s HER story, it’s HER movie, and we are just along for the ride in an amazing way.

3) “Who Else Can You Trust?” is abbreviated in the film’s opening credits (I own the full version found on the album) but feels like a real Bond song with the opening credits feeling like a real Bond opening credits. This is part of the reason Spy is able to differentiate itself from other spy comedies like Austin Powers. It takes the genre, action, and stakes seriously throughout. This is real danger and true villains who are trying to get their hands on a nuke. It’s not like “oh, it’s funny because the spy is stupid and the bad guy’s want to kill all cats” or something like that. This sort of silly comedies can and have worked in the past, but Spy’s comedy is born out of its strong sense of characters and performances from the actor. Not by making fun of the genre, but embracing it in a wonderfully fun and funny way.

4) Jude Law’s Bradley Fine often times steps over the line which divides nice guy from Nice Guy™.

Susan: “Could you imagine me as a spy?”

[Fine, who has seen how badass she was in training, laughs at the idea.]

He’s an idiot and kind of a jackass. He may not actively be trying to belittle her but that’s what he does in pretty much 99% of their conversations. He’ll talk about how great she is but he gives her chores which she is overqualified for like picking up his laundry. It’s frustrating but then it’s supposed to be. It’s one of the key conflicts in the film that Susan is underestimated and belittled by all those around her because she’s not what a spy is “supposed” to be like.

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5) This film is pretty freaking great, but it could’ve used a little more Morena Baccarin.

Honestly, everything could use a little more Morena Baccarin.

6) What the fuck is this bullshit? He’s secretly SLEEPING with this bad guy and yet…

Fine [upon being caught by villainess Rayna with a gun]: “An awfully big gun for such a little girl.

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7) Allison Janney is someone who I love in literally everything I’ve seen her in. Even when she’s pretty much the straight man in this, the CIA director, I am just drawn to her. I just really fucking love Allison Janney.

8) Jason Statham as Ford.

Originally posted by gendrybaratheonn

Holy fucking shit. Somehow Jason Statham is in a movie with modern day comedic legend Melissa McCarthy and ends up being the funniest person in the film. He is totally committed to Ford’s arrogance, jackass qualities, intensity, and hyper masculinity in a way which is 100% hysterical! It’s a tricky business because Ford doesn’t think he’s funny. Ford doesn’t think he’s weird or an idiot, and Statham plays it like that knowing it will derive the most laughs. Ford is basically the super testosterone filled action hero in every movie ever and Statham doubles that while stealing every single fucking scene he’s in. And his chemistry with McCarthy is off the charts funny! Melissa McCarthy is the bedrock this film rests upon but Jason Statham is the fucking cherry on top (I think I’m mixing my metaphors but whatever), he is absolutely amazing.

9) I love this because it makes me angry.

CIA Director Elaine Crocker [about why Fine pressured Susan to stay out of the field]: “Yeah, he sniped you.”

Originally posted by simplybridal

THIS IS REAL! THIS IS FUCKING REAL! MEN IN CHARGE KEEPING WOMEN DOWN BECAUSE THEY’RE WOMEN, WHETHER THEY KNOW THAT’S WHAT THEY’RE DOING OR NOT! GAH! I mean, the film including it is fucking awesome and handled really fucking well but holy shit it pisses me off that this is even a thing.

10) I find it endlessly frustrating (and I think I’m supposed to) that all of Susan’s aliases and spy gear are not the “sexy” stuff but things which could be considered “frumpy”. Why can’t she be a gorgeous baroness with a super slick ride and men on her shoulders? Have you seen Melissa McCarthy? She’s fucking gorgeous.

11) Melissa McCarthy has a very strong chemistry with Miranda Hart, who plays Susan’s best friend Chummy in the film. Their relationship in many ways is much more important than the ones Susan has with any other character in the film, including Fine. And you understand how good friends they are with each other as the movie continues. It’s really great.

Originally posted by ludi-lin

12) Ugh.

Ford [after McCarthy points out he didn’t even like Fine]: “It’s called the rivalry of men!”

Originally posted by samisoffthewall

As a man I can say, “The rivalry of men,” is the equivalent of, “who’s dick is bigger,” because society has convinced us that we’re not a “real man” unless we’re the “biggest” man in the room. It’s fucking stupid.

13) One of the key things that makes Susan as strong a character as she is are her motivations. You understand what is driving her VERY clearly: her memory of Fine. It evolves into more than that as the film goes, it evolves into her just doing her job, but you understand why she does things which are outside of her norm. It’s because she is in pain over Fine’s (supposed) death and needs to make right by him. It’s clear and powerful and helps make the film as good as it is.

14) Aldo - as portrayed by Peter Serafinowicz (legendary character actor who can be found in Shaun of the Dead, Guardians of the Galaxy, the voice of Darth Maul in Star Wars: Episode I, and most recently “The Tick” on Amazon) is incredibly funny. Every overly sexualized moment with him & just his general chemistry with McCarthy makes him a worthy addition to the already stellar ensemble cast.

Originally posted by foxmovies

15) As I mentioned in note #10, I don’t understand why McCarthy is given all the frumpy gadgets and covers when she can pull this off:

She’s fucking gorgeous.

16) I’ve mentioned this with a few pairings before, but McCarthy and Statham have this intense/incredible comedic chemistry which is born out of their strong bickering. This is most plainly seen when they’re both at the hotel/casino arguing and I think the fact I’ve mentioned it so often is just a sign of how well put together this fucking cast is.

17) There is an incredible sense of tension that plays through most scenes (for example: when Chummy is trying to kill power to the casino) which ties into what I mentioned in note #3: it helps elevate the film over silly spy spoof into this engaging and riveting action comedy.

18) Rose Byrne as Rayna.

Originally posted by spiderliliez

Rayna was apparently originally written as a 19 year old girl (this according to IMDb’s trivia section), which makes a LOT of sense considering how much of a BRAT she is. Don’t get me wrong, Byrne is absolutely excellent at giving of the appearance of this elegant and sophisticated socialite. But that’s where the humor is from. The juxtaposition between what you expect from her (a refined Bond villainess) and what she actually is: a moronic spoiled brat. Byrne plays the humor and juxtaposition perfectly. The key part is that - like Statham - she’s not actively going for laughs. She’s not hyping up the stupidity or the silliness, acting like Rayna knows she’s stupid, but instead trusting the script and playing it in a way where Rayna takes herself seriously. And THAT’S the gag! And it’s great!

19) At this point Rayna has called Susan a child multiple times, compared her to a depress homeless clown, and insulted her ability to address herself.

Susan [to Rayna]: “Why are you being so nice to me?”

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20) I’m starting to sound like a broken record but McCarthy’s ability to hold her own against how Byrne plays Rayna’s horridness is a testament to her talents as an actress and the chemistry between the pair. God, this movie is just so fucking funny.

21) I mentioned earlier that McCarthy gets the chance to play Susan as both more reserved and brash. It is when McCarthy is acting like “Amber Valentine” (the cover Susan uses to make Rayna trust her) that she gets to show off this aggression WONDERFULLY. It’s also wildly cathartic because a lot of people - including Rayna - have just been consistently putting Susan down for the ENTIRE film. Now she gets to go off on them and it’s amazing.

Originally posted by myawesomeblog99

22) I’d like to point out that very few women die or get “fridged” in this film, not when compared to the men. I think during the entire movie only one woman dies but that’s a nice proportion swap to most male dominated action films. (How many women have died on Bond movies versus the men?)

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23) The Budapest car chase scene is one of the strongest action set pieces in the film. It’s filled with this intense and enjoyable action, sprinkled with just enough jokes to make it hysterical, it’s well choreographed, and just altogether a fun ride.

Originally posted by spy-it

24) But even the Budapest car chase can’t compare with the kitchen fight.

Originally posted by fuckyeahnargisfakhri

The action is INCREDIBLY well done. The fight choreography and energy throughout is just truly kinetic and it just grabs your attention and NEVER lets go. It’s just insanely well done and by far the best scene of the film.

25) I would like to point out - similarly as I did in note #4 - that Fine is kind of a jerk to Susan. He attributes her continued success to Rayna’s inexperience just casually, like it’s no big deal, not realizing he just undermined all the amazing things she just did in this film. Meanwhile the creepy sexpot of Aldo supports Susan and reminds her she’s been doing an incredible job in this film.

Originally posted by findreactions

26) When Susan learns that Fine is alive, her entire initial motivation for going the distance of being a spy is gone. But that doesn’t matter because she’s not doing this for any man anymore. She’s doing this because it’s the right thing to do and because she knows she CAN do it. I love that. And when Susan embraces this and kicks some serious ass, Fine sees her for who she is.

27) Wait…I just realized that Ford didn’t actually DO anything in this film. He just kept getting caught and screwing up.

Originally posted by spymovie

I love that! It’s so much funnier for me that way! :D

28) I love that it’s Chummy who saves Susan in the end. Not Fine, not Ford, but her best gal pal. Friendship over romance/sexual attraction is something I really appreciate.

29) And by the time the film ends, all three of the main guys - Aldo, Fine, and Ford - want Susan now. But she doesn’t chose a guy, she choses Chummy. She choses a night out with her girls instead of even Fine, the guy she’s been pining over FOREVER. I love that.

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation


Spy is an incredibly funny and heartfelt film with a powerful message about competence/self worth. Melissa McCarthy gives an absolutely stellar performance and is surrounded by a just as strong supporting cast, with Jason Statham being a particular stand out. The action is crazy, the humor is spot on, the characters are well developed, and the relationships are pure. All in all, it’s just a really freaking good movie I think everyone should see.

The Chemistry of Love

Pt 1

SummaryThere is a chemical formula for LOVE: C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2 Dopamine, Serotonin, and Oxytocin, which can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity. 

You didn’t want to feel love, you hated it and you weren’t gonna overdose on it, because to love means to expose oneself, means to be weak. And you didn’t want to be weak; you didn’t want to be weak anymore.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Genre: Angst/Smut/fluff 


A/N: Just right out of the oven, I don’t know If I will continue it but I wanted to give it a try, just tell me what you think about it :) 

Inspired by the picture below lol. 

Sorry if I have any grammar mistakes, English is not my first language 



It was a sunny Friday day of spring as you walked through campus to get to your first class, you loved spring; air turning warmer, nature starting to grow, days becoming longer… but what you hated about it was seeing the “lovely” couples making out in front of everyone, couldn’t they just do that inside closed doors? Losers, they don’t know is just chemicals in their brains you thought to yourself, one day or another one of them is gonna end up with a broken heart because of some shit the other did, telling the other that it didn’t feel the same anymore instead of telling that he/she was fucking someone else. Love didn’t exist.

Your father left your mother when you were just a baby; It destroyed her in ways you can’t even explain. When you are little people tell you that if a boy treats you wrong it because he likes you, so you grow up with this conception in your mind and when you are older you find yourself crying over some fuckboy who threw you in the trash the moment he got what he wanted. And this circle would repeat itself again and again.  You start to feel the need of physical and emotional affection so you run to the first man who will provide you that, the thing is that they only provide you the physical part, you have fun for a while until you start to feel empty again and when you began to ask for some emotional affection they guy runs away. And that is was what happened to your mother endless of times.

You didn’t have a romantic loving relationship you could look up to when you were younger so when you were just a kid you dreamed about finding someone to love and be loved back like it happened in the movies but with the years that dream began to vanish until the point you didn’t believe in love anymore. For you it were just chemicals in your brain, you didn’t want to admit it but you hated the idea of becoming someone like your mother, a clingy sad person who couldn’t live without a man by her side.

You felt bad for thinking that way but the moment you were able to take off from home you didn’t even though about it. You loved your mother but you despised seeing her fall for some man and then end up drunk, crying all over the floor. You tried to help her several times but it just didn’t work, what made her happy was being with a man, not being with you.

With time and experiences you formed the idea that certain people could never be loved. It just is not their destiny; they are not made for that. And you were one of those people.  You’ve always totally refused to believe that it was important, you always tried to convince yourself that it didn’t matter, that one can be happy being alone, that there are just people who are born for that and other people who are not and you were one of the latter. But at the same time, deep down, you hoped that someday it would change.  It’s like everything and everyone around us says that love is the greatest prize that someone can have in this life, as the most beautiful feeling that one can ever feel. But what if … there are people who are not destined for that? What if, you are a person who will never feel that? It annoyed you and terrified you to your bones to think that the only thing that makes us humans feel fully and purely happy is love.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Can I request a Josh imagine? I just learned that his younger sister Abigail is the same age as me (she's 20, born in 1996). Can you do something like the reader is friends with Abigail and she invites the reader to her house for some sort of family get together, and Josh ends up smitten with the reader (I've realized that an 8 year age gap isn't that much once you enter your 20s). Thanks!

I hope this is good! I had a lot of fun writing it! Thank you for the request :)

“Abby, I’m not so sure this is the best idea,” You say nervously as you pull up next to the Dun residence. She had invited you over the thanksgiving since most of your family lived away, and you didn’t have any plans to visit over the holiday. But you weren’t very close with any of Abby’s family, and the idea of spending a whole weekend made you a bit uneasy.

“Don’t sweat it, Y/N,” She reassures you. “I’ve already talked to my parents and they feel the same way I do; you’re not spending thanksgiving weekend alone. They have the guest bed made up and everything.” She offers you a sweet smile. It eases the anxiety in your stomach a little bit, but not all the way. But who are you to argue. So you reach to the back of your car and grab your weekend bag and give Abby a smile signalling you’re ready to start the weekend.

Abby Dun’s house looks exactly how you thought it would; homely and clean. The Dun’s always seemed like that perfect American family to you and it made you a little nervous. You didn’t want to be a stain in their life.

“Y/N,” Mrs. Dun greets you with open arms as you enter into the kitchen after Abigail. You oblige, awkwardly patting her back. “I’m so glad you could join us this weekend. It’ll be so nice to have you.”

“Thank you for taking in a stray,” you half joke, offering your warmest smile. “I’m glad I don’t have to spend the holidays alone.”

“You’re always welcome here, dear,” She replies. “Now why don’t you show her to your room and introduce her to your sister and brothers. They’re all in the family room,” She suggest to Abby, who nods.

You follow Abby through the maze of their new house, dropping your things off in the guest bedroom before you follow her down to the basement, or as her mom called it, the family room. It was fairly big, with spacious couches and chairs all lined up around the large flat screen TV they had. Her sister and two brothers took up most of the main couch in front of the TV, so you stood awkwardly as Abby called attention to them.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N,” she gestures back to you. Ashley looks up and gives you a warm smile while the two brothers flash quick smiles, their attention mostly on the video game in front of them. “Y/N,” Abby continues. “This is Jordan, Josh and Ashley.”

“It’s really nice to meet you guys,” You say quietly, feeling awkward standing in the middle of the room. Abby sits down beside Jordan and you pick a chair that’s not as close to the TV.

“It’s good to have you here,” Ashley smiles. Then the awkward silence begins. Well it’s not really that awkward because everyone is fairly welcoming and all wants to get to know you, it just feels awkward because you’re not quite sure what to say. You felt like there was an elephant in the room, and it was Josh Dun.

It wasn’t a secret who Josh was or what he did for a living. And you were partially hoping that he wouldn’t be home. But of course he’d want to be with family during the holidays. You were star struck to be sitting so close to him. You had so many questions and really really wanted to ask him for a picture. But you didn’t want to be that friend, so you just sat awkwardly, watching the family interact with each other and answering questions when they asked.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Josh and Jordan put down the console controllers and high fived, congratulating each other on a good game. Then Josh looks over at you. “Sorry, I didn’t really get a chance to catch your name,” he tells you, standing up to shake your hand.

You feel like a flustered mess as you quickly stand up and reach for his hand. “Y/N,” you tell him as he has a firm grip on his hand, trying to avoid eye contact. You had a terrible habit of going bright red when you looked at someone you thought was attractive. And Josh was, well, Josh. Probably the most attractive man you had come across.

“Cool,” he smiles at you, gaze lingering a little bit longer than you were expecting. “Sorry about earlier,” he gives a quick look back at the TV and then down at his brother who’s still sitting on the couch. “We’ve been trying to beat that level forever,” He chuckles and his famous squinty eyed grin makes an appearance. You can feel your face starting to get hot and you desperately hope that it’s not noticeable.

“So how did you and Abby meet?” He asks, throwing a look over at his little sister, waiting for an answer from one of us.

“At work,” Abby answers before you do. “Y/N is the only one that I actually like there,” she laughs softly and you can help but to laugh either. You and Abby had bonded over your strong dislike for everyone else that you worked with.

“Oh, that’s really cool,” Josh replies, copying your smile. “Well it’s really cools that you’re here, Y/N. Abby should have brought you around sooner,” he sends a wink in Abby’s direction before mentioning something about food and leaving the two of you alone. If you weren’t blushing before, you definitely were now.

You’re not sure if Abby noticed or not, but if she does - she doesn’t say anything. And you’re extremely thankful for that. But you spend all of Friday and most of Saturday following her around like a puppy, scared to be left alone for too long. She doesn’t seem to mind, and you’re actually having a better time than you thought with her. You find out you both have more in common with her than just disliking people at work.

Josh also hangs around a lot more than you thought he would, and you’re slowly feeling more comfortable talking with him. He is slowly becoming Josh Dun, Abby’s brother more than he is Josh Dun, drummer of Twenty One Pilots.

By Sunday morning you’re feeling right at home, so it doesn’t surprise you when you get up and find the house empty. There’s a note in the kitchen addressed to you from Abby letting you know that the family had gone to church and were doing some errands after and would be back in the afternoon. You stand in the kitchen for a moment not sure what to do in an unfamiliar house. That’s when Josh enters through the sliding back door, no shirt on, ear buds in and chest glistening with sweat in the early morning sun. He smiles once he sees you, taking his ear buds out as he crosses the kitchen to the fridge.

“Hey Y/N,” he greets you as he pulls out a water bottle and begins chugging it. But you’re stunned, almost too stunned to talk as you process what’s happening. You’re in Josh Dun’s house by yourself and now he’s shirtless in front of you.

“Have a good sleep?” He asks after a brief moment of silence.

You quickly shake your head and answer him. “Y-yeah. It was really good. The bed in the guest room is really comfy.”

“Yeah I know, I usually crash on it when I come to visit,” he gives you a sheepish smile, before lifting the bottle to his mouth again.

“I would offer to trade you, but it’s like, really comfy,” you almost giggle. Josh had slept in the bed you were sleeping in. It couldn’t get anymore surreal. “Did you have a good run?” You ask, wanting to change the topic from you. You hated being in the spotlight. You were perfectly happy being a background character.

“Yeah, it was really good. Helps with anxiety, you know?” He replies. “Gets me out of my head.”

“Yeah, I understand that. That’s how I feel about writing,” You tell him. “Helps me really be able to sort through my emotions when I can see them all out on paper.”

“You write?” He asks with a smile. You nod, face getting slightly hot as he keeps up the eye contact. But you can’t help but look at them, they were your favourite thing about him. Seeing them so much in pictures, but they couldn’t hold up to the real thing.

“Anything that you’d let me read?” He presses, an almost smug look on his face. You think about it for a moment, almost saying no right away. But this was Josh Dun you were taking too. He and Tyler bare their souls in every song they put out. The least you could do was let Josh read one of your mediocre poems.

“Well, nothing really finished,” You say as you pull out your phone and open up your notes. “I kind of just get ideas in my head through out the day and I try and jot them down when they’re fresh and then sometimes, they turn into poems.” You step forward and pass your phone to Josh. He smiles at you before looking down at the words you have typed out. His expression is focused, carefully reading over each word, making sure to take his time and really absorb what you have written out.

“My plan is to publish a book of short stories one day,” You continue, as he swipes through the other blurbs you have. “I don’t think I have the attention span to finish a whole book with one story right now,” You admit with a chuckle. “I’m constantly getting new ideas.”

Josh looks up at you, expression intense. “These are amazing, Y/N,” he says, eyes locked with yours. “Like, really. The emotion and just the way you put the words together is just - ”. He’s almost at a loss for words as he tries to search for the right one, but coming up empty. So he just shakes his head and offers you a smile. “They’re just amazing. Thanks for sharing them with me.”

You shrug bashfully as you take your phone back and shoving it deep into your pocket. “Just helps with the anxiety, you know?”

He’s staring at you, but there’s something in his eyes. You try not to think about it too much. “Yeah, I completely get that.”

“Hey guys!” Josh’s mom greets both of you as she enters the kitchen with large grocery bags. Josh reaches out to grab them instinctively, earning a kiss on the cheek from his mom. “Hope you’re hungry,” she smiles at you. “Because we are making a feast!”

“I’m definitely ready to stuff my face,” you joke, quickly sending a look at Josh, who is still looking at you with the same look as before. It’s enough to send the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. But you don’t really want him to stop.

Josh leaves to shower and you and Abby help Mrs. Dun with dinner. You’re completely relaxed now, after showing Josh your poems. It was comforting almost, to know at least one of them understood the madness what went on in your head. And the rest of the evening you feel right at home. And you definitely notice how Josh hovers around you now, constantly asking you questions about your writing. You weren’t going to complain though.

“Thank you so much for having me over this weekend,” You thank Abby’s parents once dinner and over and done with and you helped Abby and her siblings clean up. “It was really nice, and Mrs. Dun - the food was incredible!”

She giggles at the compliment, cheeks turning slightly pink. “Please, call me Laura. And it was our pleasure, feel free to come back any time!”

“Thanks thanks Abby, for thinking to invite me,” You turn to your friend and give her a quick hug before fishing your car keys out of your purse and picking up your weekend bag.

“I’ll walk you to your car,” Josh offers as he opens the door and gestures for you to go first. You wave and say goodbye to the family once more before ducking out the front door.

“I had a really good time getting to know you this weekend, Y/N,” Josh tells you once it’s just you and him. Both of you walking stupidly slow, trying to drag out the alone time you guys had.

“Yeah, I did too,” You reply bashfully, biting your lip and trying to ignore how red your face probably was.

“I, um, would really like to go out, with you, sometime,” He offers, now it was his turn to go red. And your heart was probably going to explode. “Do you want to get dinner sometime?”

You can’t even contain your grin, your eyes looking up to meet his. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

Josh breaks out a huge smile and lets out a small breath of relief. “Awesome. That’s really cool. I, uh, put my number in your phone when you let me look at your poems,” He admits sheepishly. “I hope that’s okay, but you should call me when you get home and we can set something up?”

Your cheeks were hurting but you really couldn’t stop smiling so big. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Cool. Well drive safe, and have a good night Y/N.” he’s starting to back up towards his front door.

“You too, Josh.” Once you’re in your car he disappears back into his house and you take a moment to yourself. You speed the whole way home, wanting to set up that date as soon as possible.

briellasophia  asked:

hello there you wonderful human beings, i was wondering if y'all could please update the angst tag bc lately i've been in need of a good cry, idk why i like to torture myself like this lol.. much thanks in advance xox

angst is so much fun to read

Old Houses by words_reign_here (20/20 | 66,893 | NC17)

Written from a prompt I found on tumblr you can find here.

Basically, a 21 Jump Street meets Teen Wolf meets shadowy government agency.

Come Back by hazelNuts (1/1 | 2,577 | G)

Anonymous said: “I hope you might consider writing one for me please using this prompt. Everyone in the pack made fun of how sad and desperate Stiles seemed every time Derek was away for more then a few days even Derek joined in the slightly hurtful teasing. So Stiles decide to teach them all a lesson by going to stay with his aunt for two weeks. After a week Derek and the pack turned up at his aunts and nobody made fun of him again. Thank you”

Stiles always thought that confessing his feelings to Derek would change everything, it’s why he’s put it off for so long. Two days ago, it had slipped out. It wasn’t how he’d imagined it would go down, there were far fewer roses, and far more monster guts lying around. But nothing’s changed with Derek, he continues to treat Stiles the same as before, with serene amusement.

Emissary by dragon_temeraire (1/1 | 3,771 | PG13)

To keep the peace, Stiles agrees to be emissary to the Hale pack.

The Lover, But Not His Love by midnightcas (1/1 | 2,461 | NR)

After getting in the way of a demon, Derek is banished to hell. He returns months later, but he’s not alone.
.
.
.
After an entire two months in Hell with the boy, he had grown accustomed to him.
His ever fidgeting body, his endless questions, his streak of humor, his long winded ramblings, his clever mind, his broken ways.

“So,” Allison said slowly, “you’re back.”
He nodded, not too sure what to say after the long explanation he had just given.
“And…” Scott led on.
Before Derek could repeat himself, Lydia spoke, “You brought a creature back from Hell with you.”
“Hey!” the boy cried indignantly, “Derek, who are these people?”
“They’re my pack.”
“Well your pack’s a bunch of psychos. I’m not Hellboy.”

We’re Born to Return to Home by LiviKate (1/1 | 2,201 | NR)

Derek slumped to the ground, bleeding like a glacier, slowly loosing parts of himself. The pack was safe. Scott would keep them safe.

He closed his eyes and smiled a little, listening to his body trying to knit itself together too slowly to stop all the falling apart it was doing. The pain in his side was hot, radiating through him, flames of agony flickering inside him. He thought it was right for him to die in flames.

we’ll be looking up for heaven by smallbeans (1/1 | 13,285 | NR)

Stiles works in a music store with Derek’s older sister, and when Derek drops in to give his sister some lunch, he slowly finds himself becoming curious about the pale teen he used to go to high school with.

Magic Bullet by matildajones (1/1 | 10,345 | PG13)

Someone clears their throat loudly and Derek looks up and finds Stiles in the dead centre of the room, his arm raised. Derek finds himself smiling slightly.
“Yes?”
“Seriously?” Stiles says. “Don’t you think you’re reading too much into this?”
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Derek’s only comfort over the past few years has been a novel written by his favorite author. When he decides to teach it at an entry level university course he doesn’t expect a fiery student to disagree with everything he says…

Trust Fall by hazelNuts (1/1 | 1,826 | R)

anonymous asked: “Hi could you please write a fic where Stiles and Derek have been dating for a few months but Stiles won’t let Derek see him naked and Derek gets angry thinking Stiles isn’t as in love with him as he is With Stiles. So they have their first huge fight and Derek ends their relationship. It’s only later when Stiles turns up at his door Derek realizes that Stiles loves him but he was ashamed of the scars he had from an accident years earlier. Derek shows Stiles just how beautiful he is to him.”

Derek is sitting on his bed, knees pulled into his chest, a comforting mug of hot chocolate in his hands. Stiles would’ve told him he’s brooding if he were here, which Derek would then vehemently deny. A smile pulls at Derek’s lips, but then he remembers Stiles isn’t here to tell him he’s brooding, might not ever be again. His smile drops and he clutches the mug a little tighter.

You Can Never Go Home - Part One

A massive, MASSIVE thank you to the Queen of Angst herself @remember-me-forever-silent-angel who read the first few chapters of this and encouraged me to post it 💕

The Case

You were running late that morning. The rest of the team were at their desks or milling around the coffee machine as you rushed in breathlessly.

“Long night?” teased Luke as you dropped your bag on your desk.

“My alarm didn’t go off and then traffic was bad.” you shot back with a grin

“Yeah kind of a running story with you” said Luke. You were preparing a snappy comeback when Emily came up behind him

“Can I borrow you for a sec y/n?”

You nodded, your heart dropping slightly. You had been with the BAU for about eighteen months now and you desperately still wanted to prove yourself especially to Emily who you kind of hero worshipped.

“Agent Prentiss” your words tumbled out as she closed the door to her office behind you “Im sorry about being late this morning and earlier this week and last week. I don’t want you to think I am not taking this job seriously. I am I-”

Emily held up a hand and for one awful moment you thought you were being fired. When she spoke however her tone was gentle, caring even.

“This isn’t about your lateness. We have a case”

“Oh okay” you said “Why hasn’t it been presented to the team?”

“The case is in Eddowes Creek”

Your hometown.

Oh no, please no

“W-what happened?”

“Its a possible serial murder” said Emily “I’ll go into more detail in the bullpen if you decide to come with us”

You nodded numbly. This isn’t happening.

“All things considered I would understand if you wanted to sit this one out but-” she leaned forward and reached out to take you hand “that offer is not a reflection on you or my opinion of you. As far as I am concerned you are an innocent party but I would understand if you felt uncomfortable going”

“No” the answer surprised even you “You’re right. I did nothing wrong and have nothing to be ashamed of. Plus Eddowes Creek is a small town. Very Insular. Everyone knows everyone else and it would be beneficial to have an insiders eye”

Emily smiled broadly at you, releasing your hand. She hadn’t dared hope you would say yes, she wasn’t sure she would have in your shoes.

“You know that this means the team will probably find out right?”

“I know. If its okay I’d prefer to wait until I absolutely need to tell them?”

“Understood. Shall we?”


“Okay Avengers you are heading to the little town of Eddowes Creek. The second woman in nine months has been found dumped in the woodlands on the outskirts of town after being strangled” Garcia avoided looking at the brutal images on the screen behind her as she addressed the team.

You couldn’t look either.

“Isn’t that your neck of the woods y/n?” Rossi cut in. All eyes were on you.

“Yeah” you tried to sound calm “Born and raised.”

“It looks tiny” added Tara “Im guessing this is the first time something like this has happened there?”

“Pretty much. Who are they?” You nodded to the screen trying to redirect everyone’s focus.

“Kaity Bowers was a 34-year-old bank teller who went missing first after leaving work and was found two weeks later naked and missing her eyes” Garcia shuddered.

“An enucleator!” said Reid “Those cuts look clean. It could indicate medical training.”

“Its a big hunting area too” you added “What about victim number two?”

“Sasha Morrison, 30, she was a teaching assistant. Her husband reported her missing nine days ago and she was found by a hiker yesterday afternoon. Same deal. Naked, face up and no eyes”

“What about sexual assault?” asked Reid.

“No thank God” said Garcia.

“Could be impotent” said Luke “If that’s the case the enucleation could be what’s getting him off”

“There’s nothing to suggest he won’t strike again” said Emily “Wheels up in 20”

Part Two - That Girl’s Not Right will be up next week

@remember-me-forever-silent-angel @cherry-loves-fanfic @thorne93 @reiding-and-writing

Dedicated trainees or not

I was an SM trainee for a period of time. It was when I was in middle school. They offered Chinese classes at my school and I was taking them. I had been taking them since sixth grade.

It was the summer between seventh and eighth grade. In two months, I would be in eight grade. My parents and two of my friends parents got together and decided to go to China.

My friend, Maddy, was half Chinese and half Caucasian. They wanted her to go connect back to her roots. It was Mia, Maddy, and I, along with our parents going to China.

I was twelve then, Mia and Maddy were thirteen. I was born in December while they were born in the earlier months. I think it was 2009 back then.

We went to China and it was great. It was fun. I loved the culture. Maddy could barely speak Chinese because her father barely spoke it around the house. I wasn’t Chinese. I was Vietnamese. Mia was from Kazakhstan.

I know, that’s not really a place where SM picks its trainees. But she had very nice features. She was tall already. 5'6". Taller than me, who was 5'4". Maddy was only 5'1". Mia also had brown hair and light brown eyes. I’ll have to admit, she was good looking and Kpop companies like the good looking ones.

We were in China, hanging out in a shop. Our parents were also with us. An SM scout was walking around the streets looking for new recruits. He spotted us in the shop and went in. He gave us his card and told us about the audition.

Our parents let us go to the audition. What’s the worse that can happen?

Mia was good at singing. She got all the solos when we were in school choir. She had chestnut brown hair. Light brown eyes. Tall. Good looking. SM let her in despite her heritage.

Maddy was good at singing too. Not as good as Mia, but still good. She was half Caucasian which gave her lighter features. Chocolate brown hair and light brown eyes. But SM was hesitant about her tan skin. She was just born tan.

But they let her in. She showed promise. Kai from Exo was tan too. She had full lips like him and a nice face.

I was more of a dancer and rapper. I could sing okay but I’d rather rap and dance. SM let me in. I spoke fluent English, Vietnamese, and was pretty good at Chinese. They believed that I could pick Korean up pretty easily. I also had very pale skin. SM liked that.

So then started out trainee years.

Mia was bullied. Despite her looks and singing talents, she was still bullied. There was never a trainee from Kazakhstan before. The Korean trainees bullied her for not being able to speak Korean.

Maddy wasn’t bullied. She spoke a little Chinese. She was Chinese. The Korean trainees didn’t bother her much.

They bothered me. They bullied me like they did with the other Viet trainees. They even did it with the Thai trainees. SM had never debuted a Viet or Thai trainee before. They liked to rub it in our faces.

Training was intense. We were rated on a scale of 1 to 6. 1 being terrible and 6 being expert.

Mia: Singing- 3 Dancing- 2 Rapping- 1 English- 6 Korean- 1

Maddy: Singing- 2 Dancing- 2 Rapping- 1 English- 6 Chinese- 2 Korean- 1

Me: Singing- 1 Dancing- 3 Rapping- 3 English- 6 Vietnamese- 6 Chinese- 3 Korean- 1

We trained for three years until there was a rumor that went around about a new boy band called Exo. The Korean bullies were excited because they thought it could’ve been them.

The look on Mia’s face was priceless when tears started to well up in their eyes when the twelve members were announced.

Honestly, some of us were jealous. Tao and Baekhyun only trained for a year until they debuted. It wasn’t fair to the others who had trained much longer.

Baekhyun was good at singing and he was hard working. He practiced his dancing as often as he could. I could understand why he was chosen, but why not one of the more experienced trainees?

Tao begged the manager to let him train for a few more years since he hadn’t grasped the Korean language yet. The manager ignored his pleas.

Whe clearly weren’t going to debut anytime soon and we needed to go to college so Mia, Maddy, and I left SM once out contracts for seven years ended. I was 19 and Mia and Maddy were 20.

That was seven years of our lives wasted. On intense training. Unhealthy diets.

Our scores were exceptional in the beginning of 2016. And they still didn’t let us debut.

Mia: Singing- 6 Dancing- 5 Rapping- 3 (she wasn’t a rapper) English- 6 Chinese- 4 Korean- 6

Maddy: Singing- 5 Dancing- 5 Rapping- 2 (she was to debut as a singer/dancer) English- 6 Chinese- 6 Korean- 6

Me: Singing- 3 Dancing- 6 Rapping- 5 English- 6 Chinese- 6 Korean 6 Vietnamese- 6

We were good at dancing. Good singers. A good rapper. And multiple languages that we could speak. And we still didn’t debut.

Old ex-trainees say that only the most dedicated trainees debut. That’s not true.

Tao begged for more time being a trainee. But it wasn’t up to him. Whether or not the trainee debuts is up to SM.

Mia, Maddy, and I dedicated seven years to being trainees. Mia got sick and hurt her throat after singing too much. Maddy got bone problems from SM wanting her to learn how to play piano and guitar. She practiced too often and her bones began to get problems.

I practiced dancing so much that I fell to my knees. During practice, I got a nosebleed. Now I have health issues.

The most dedicated trainees don’t always get to debut. It’s only up to SM.

Where Our Nightmares Come From

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 1625

Pairing: SamxReaderxDean

Summary: A dark past landed you in a psychiatric ward. Life seems good for a while, or at least as good as it can be considering your accommodation, until a new patient suddenly appears. His name is Sam and his brother is certainly not a fan of the friendship the two of you forge in your mutual hell. As you become comfortable with your new routine things start to go wrong and demons begin appearing. All of a sudden you’re thrown into a spiral, and you find yourself on the road again accompanied by an angel you hadn’t seen since your childhood and two hunter’s who’ve found they’d prefer to share you than fight over you. In this story you’re confronted by old enemies, old friends and an apocalypse that won’t wait for you to get your shit together.

A/N: Part’s 1 - 5 are all set in season 7 episode 17 ‘The Born Again Identity’. It’s a very tweaked version of the episode. But every part afterwards follows one episode each. They mostly follow the episodes quite closely, though there are a few tweaks here and there to fit in the reader and some scenes that I added myself. As a result Part 6 and onwards are all quite long (10 000 words plus in many cases). This series is going to be very long and I’ll write it for as long as I can, or until I’ve written right up to the end of Supernatural.

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 15 / Part 16 / Part 17 / Part 18 / Part 19 / Part 20 / Part 21 / Part 22 / Part 23 / Part 24 / Part 25 / Part 26 / Part 27 / Part 28 / Part 29 / Part 30 / Part 31 / Part 32 / Part 33 / Part 34 / Part 35 / Part 36 / Part 37 / Part 38 / Part 39 / Part 40 / Part 41 / Part 42 / Part 43 / Part 44 / Part 45 / Part 46 / Part 47 / Part 48 / Part 49 / Part 50

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Obsessive - Part 1

The reader has OCD and the only person who truly understands her is Juice because they share similar problems.

(This will be multi parts so check back for my next installment. As always, if you want to be notified of my updates just let me know and I will message you when I post new chapters)

**Disclaimer: I do not suffer from OCD so I cannot begin to imagine what it is like. Any and everything that I am writing is what I’ve learned from people I know and the internet as well as asking advice from friends who know more about it than me. If anything is wrong or inaccurate of someone with OCD, please excuse my ignorance, as I said I am asking questions to help with the descriptions but I’m sure I will get something wrong eventually.

Juice Ortiz x Reader

(GIF isn’t mine)
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You pulled up to the clubhouse as the clock inside your car read 8:13.
“Shit,” you sighed, you were late again.
Bobby was going to be upset with you. As much as he understood that your OCD was not a cakewalk and that you try your hardest to keep up with a normal schedule, it was hard some days when your… quirks… got the best of you. This morning it took you 20 tries just to get your hair in a ponytail that felt right and when you walked out of the bathroom into your living room, your picture frames seemed out of place so you had to spend 30 minutes adjusting them until they were just right, and then another 20 minutes trying to reason out in your head how your photos could have gotten moved. It was frustrating, sometimes you felt all alone inside your own head. You tried not letting it bother you but if something wasn’t right your head screamed at you until you fixed it, retried, did over again. You were honestly surprised you were only 13 minutes late today, that was a new record. You only hoped Bobby realized you were trying.

You thought back to when you were a child, you weren’t born a Morrow, but you were raised one. You’d heard the story at least a thousand times: Clay pulling up to the garage with a 9 month old in his arms, while Jackson, 11 years old at the time, watched from afar. The club had busted up a drug/porn ring that turned into a shootout. After seeing the squalor you were being brought up in, Clay took you away to raise as his own with the help of his loving new bride, Gemma. She wasn’t your birth mother but she was the only mother you ever knew and you loved her and your father, Clay, dearly. When you first started exhibiting signs of odd behavior, they had you evaluated and it was determined that you had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Your family and the club were extremely supportive of you, finding the balance between supporting your disability and also not treating you differently. They helped you with homework, kept you safe, watched you grow, put you through college, and now they were employing you to use your accounting degree to help with their books. Your OCD wasn’t always a burden in that regard, you had an immaculate understanding of numbers and an attention to detail that rivaled Da Vinci; even as a new hire, Bobby needed your help crunching numbers sometimes. Despite your lack of blood ties to the MC, you were never treated as anything less than family and you were so grateful. You shuddered thinking of what your life would’ve been had Clay and the guys not found you and rescued you 22 years ago.

You looked at yourself in your rearview mirror before stepping out of the car and bracing yourself for an ass-chewing. You walked into the clubhouse to find Bobby sitting at the bar, poring over notebooks with his glasses on.
You sighed, walking over to him at taking a seat, “Sorry I’m late, something felt weird this morning, my photos were out of place…” you trailed off.
Bobby looked up, pulling off his glasses and gazing at you, “S'ok, (Y/N). You’re here now,” he patted your leg, “I’m working on TM’s books, wanna grab the SAMCRO ones in the chapel?”
You nodded and jogged to the safe, opening it and grabbing the binders out of it and locking it back behind you, grimacing. It didn’t feel right. You unlocked it again, placing them back, relocking it, and then unlocking it again and so on, two more times until you finally felt okay and you were able to retrieve the binders and bring them to sit next to Bobby.

You were both staring down at the numbers, making notes and typing on your calculators when the clubhouse door opened and the one and only person that you truly felt understood you came striding in. Juice Ortiz had taken you under his wing the minute he arrived in California and got word of your condition. He too had obsessive compulsive tendencies, but had gone undiagnosed for so long that he self medicated with weed and booze. Regardless of his abnormal coping mechanisms, Juice always went to bat for you, defending you when the club started questioning your value and wondering if it would be better to stick you behind the bar and have someone else train under Bobby to keep up with the books.

 Your gaze shifted up to watch the muscular Puerto Rican man walk over to you, leaning against the bar, “Hey (Y/N). Good morning,” he spoke with a smile, pulling you in for a hug and kissing your cheek. A friendly gesture to him, but it meant much more to you. Ever since you found out that Juice understood your day-to-day struggles you couldn’t keep your mind off of him. Your dad keyed in to your crush on Juice years ago and told you right away that the two of you together would be trouble, and in a way you agreed. You knew Juice didn’t even see you, not like that, he looked at you and saw Jax’s sister, Clay and Gemma’s daughter, but that didn’t stop you from daydreaming about that cute goofy smile, those nice muscular arms, his soft calming voice.
  
“Good morning, Juice,” you smiled shyly, looking away and back to your work.

“How’s your morning?” he asked, taking a seat next to you.

“Its been weird, actually–” you began but were interrupted.

“(Y/N) was telling me earlier how she thinks someone is moving her pictures around in her apartment,” Bobby chuckled, never looking up from his notebook. He knew you had a crush on his younger friend, too. It seemed the only person who didn’t know was Juice himself, actually.

“Really?” Juice knitted his eyebrows together, looking at you concerned.
You sighed, embarrassed, “Yeah… it took me forever to get them right this morning,” you looked down.

“I can come over once I’m done working today and put up some cameras if you want?” Juice offered and you felt your heart begin to pound out of your chest at the thought of him being inside your apartment. You gulped, looking back up to meet his eyes, “That would make me sleep better,” you half-smiled, nodding.

Juice smiled back at you and patted your shoulder, “Alright. I’ll grab the stuff I need today. Just text me when you’re going home and I will meet you there.”
Juice stood up and walked across the bar through the back of the building and you took a deep breath, letting it out when you were sure he was gone.
Bobby finally looked up at you and studied your blushed-red cheeks as he began to chuckle, “He has no idea you like him darlin’. Your secret is safe with me,” he said winking at you.

You attempted to refocus on your work but all you could think about was seeing Juice outside of TM tonight as the butterflies in your stomach danced crazily.

Hey, I've Got You- Chapter Six

Tony Stark x enhanced! Reader

Summary -The reader was captured and experimented on and given the healing factor and she has claws that extend out from the bed of their nails. The people who are experiment on her cover her skeleton in vibranium. So the reader now has metal claws. They keep her locked away for a very long time. They rarely feed her or let her out because there is such a high chance of her escape now. Somehow the UN panel that is in charge of the accords finds out about the illegal experiments and send Iron Man in to shut down the operation. The reader is the only one there because the scientists had gotten word that they had been discovered. Tony finds the reader and takes her back to the compound.

Message- Team Cap is back!  Sorry if it sucks!!

Warning- Reader is held captive and experimented on. Mentions of torture. Self-injurious behavior.

Background Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

Word Count- 1500ish 

Tony had received a call that morning informing him that Bruce Banner, Thor and some guy named Dr. Strange would also be coming to the tower.

“I think that they are actively trying to make my head explode!” Tony huffs as he starts to get dressed for day. You had already gotten ready choosing to wear a black pencil skirt and a dark red blouse. You were now holding Teddy, who was still asleep.

“I called Pepper she said that she would handle getting three additional rooms ready, she also said Helen would find two empty labs for Banner and Strange. Everything is taken care of, you don’t need to worry about those things.” You murmur as Tony sits down next to you fully dressed and he looks down at Teddy.

“How are you feeling about leaving him for the day? I’m a nervous wreck about it!” Tony said while trying to laugh it off.

“I hate the idea of leaving him here. He’s barley been out of our sight since the day he’s been born. But MJ is awesome and I showed her everything she needed to know last night, if anything happens she’ll call us and she promised to send photo updates every hour.” You say as you lift Teddy up to kiss his forehead, then you passed Teddy to Tony, so he could say goodbye. The two of you decided to leave the house earlier than usual so you have some extra time to prep. You say goodbye to MJ and then the two of you drive to the compound. The two of you drive in a comfortable silence, Tony held your hand the entire time. Once the two of you arrive at the compound you see Peter waiting for you, he looked nervous.

“Pepper just got a call, they’re gonna be here in about 20 minutes.” Peter said as he ran up to the two of you.

“Why so early? They weren’t supposed to come until 10:00.” You ask.

“They didn’t say. But everything is all set up, everyone else is waiting in the conference room.” Peter says. You and Tony nod and you kiss him on the cheek.

“Go, I’ll be there soon.” You say, Tony gives your hand a squeeze before letting it go. After he walked in you turned to Peter. “So, are you going to wear the mask?” you say as you but your oversized black sunglasses on.

“Yeah, I think that it’s for the best, at first anyway.” You hum in agreement and the two of you make your way to where the quinjet will be landing. When you see it start to approach Peter puts his mask on. You both straighten up a bit and the smile falls from your face. You do your best to look fierce and you feel Peter stiffen next to you as the jet lands. They all start to file off of the quinjet, one by one. They all look around a bit confused probably at the lack of familiar faces.

“Hello, Ma’am, we were told that Tony would be meeting us here.” Captain Rogers said.

“Yes, he’s inside, he had other things to attend to. So if you would please follow us we will bring you to the conference room.” You say icily. Then you and Peter turn around and start to walk quickly through the compound.

“Did Stark get a new assistant?” you hear Natasha ask Steve quietly. Eventually you get to the conference room where Tony, Pepper, Helen and Rhodey are. They all look serious as you enter the room. You quickly make your way to the empty seat next to Tony as you pass him you give his shoulder a little squeeze and he catches your hand and kisses is as you sit.

“Jeez Tony, have you been screwing the co-ed the entire time we’ve been on the run? She’s like half your age. What do you think of this Pepper?” Clint says. You start to tense up, you knew what people thought when they saw the two of you, but most people kept their thoughts to themselves. Tony went to say something but Pepper put her hand up.

“I’m very happy for Tony and his wife Y/N. While Tony and I did date in the past we finally realized that we were better as friends.” Pepper sneered at him.

“WIFE! You must have really lucked out when you went looking for a sugar daddy, kid!” Your hands clench into fists and you feel your claws pierced your skin. Tony looks down and frowns.

“You know nothing about her, so don’t judge her and none of you have been actively pursued in over a year and I know for a fact that most of you have been living in Wakanda.” Tony said as he glared around the room. “Now if we could get started. Things will be different, there are areas you will not have access to without permission, those include Helens, Spiderman’s, Rhodey’s and my labs, as well as Peppers and Y/Ns offices. All of you who lived here your rooms are in the same place. Those of you who haven’t your rooms are labeled. If you need an office just let Pepper know, Dr. Strange, T’Challa and Dr. Banner we have labs set up for you.” Everyone is tense and staring at Tony in shock. Your phone dings and you open it to see a picture of Teddy sleeping, so you show it to Tony and he smiles. “Do any of you have any questions?” No one said anything. “Okay then. I’ll be in my lab, if anyone needs me just let FRIDAY know.” Tony says as he gets up. He reaches his hand out to you and you take it and the both of you walk out. You can hear the rest of your group following you. You turn your head and see Pepper pushing Rhodey and Helen and Peter are right behind them. All of you make your way to Tony’s lab. As soon as you get there you all take a deep breath and just look at each other. Tony grabs a washcloth and whips the blood off of your hands.

“Can we just stay in here for the rest of the day?” you say and everyone laughs a bit. All of you hang out in Tony’s lab for a couple hours but eventually you all make your way out into the rest of the compound. You meet your therapist in your office and you talk for about an hour. Then you walk her out of the compound and when you turn around you see Steve and Bucky walking through the hall. You nod at them and quicken your pace a bit. You meet Peter in the gym and you tell FRIDAY to restrict access. After about 20 minutes you hear a knock on the door.

“FRIDAY, who’s at the door?” you ask.

“It is Captain Rogers, Mr. Wilson, Mr. Barnes and King T’Challa. Do you want me to let them in?” FRIDAY asks.

“Put you mask back on and grab a yoga mat for me.” You tell Peter who nods and jumps out of the ring. You walk over to the door and turn around to make sure Peter has his mask on and that he put the mat out. When he nods at you, you open the door. “Can I help you?”

“Yes, we were hoping to use the gym. We were unaware that you were in here. If you would prefer we could come back later.” T’Challa says.

“No, it’s okay. You can come in. I was just doing yoga and Spidey just wanted to work out without his mask for a while, so we locked the door. His identity is very important to him.” You say with a fake smile. You turn around and walk over to where Peter is standing. “Let’s use the treadmills for a little bit.” Peter nods. While you guys are on the treadmills you watch the four men train. After another 20 minutes you and Peter leave quietly.

“That was awkward.” Peter says when you walk into his lab.

“Yeah no kidding, are you staying for the “group dinner”? It’s going to be so awkward!” You say as you hop up onto one of tables.

“Yeah, I’m staying for it. I’m going home with you and Tony and then me and MJ are going to back to the city together. Tony said that you were going to bring Teddy with you guys tomorrow. That’s okay right? If not MJ can go back tonight and I can miss class to watch him tomorrow.”

“No, we need to tell everyone about him eventually. Does she know about what you really do here?” you ask.

“Yeah, she figured it out before we started dating.” Peter mumbled.

“I like her. She won’t take any shit from you.” You say. “I’m going to go find Tony, have fun with your science stuff.” You say as you hop off the table. After you say bye to Peter you make your way to Tony’s lab.

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settle down around the fire kids cause it’s story time

I feel like sharing this story again. Haven’t in a while.

Long time ago, before SFS Animation was SFS, we were under a different name with a different goal. This was back in 2011.

We’ll just call this former group Project S.

This group was still related to animation, except we were going to make a full on feature length film.

Sounds stupid? It was. This’ll get long, so check below the break.

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Shingeki no Kyojin: 104th Training Corps Birth Order

Because I refuse to believe that Eren is older than Jean.

Thanks to Chapter 93, I was able to determine the birth order of the 104th Training Corps. Sort of.

Disclaimer

Real life statisticians, please forgive me for my wonky math. I am aware that this is not how math works!

When is Spring?

Spring encompasses two different sets of dates depending on which hemisphere of the world you are in. Spring in the Northern Hemisphere typically lasts from March 20 to June 20 while spring in the Southern Hemisphere typically lasts from September 23 to December 21 (the exact date of when spring begins and ends slightly varies from year to year). The map of Marley and Paradis looks like an upside down map of Africa and Madagascar, the latter of which is in the Southern Hemisphere, but maybe in this upside down world that is Shingeki no Kyojin, Paradis (upside down Madagascar) is in the Northern Hemisphere. If Paradis is, contrary to what I believe, later confirmed to be located in the Southern Hemisphere in a future chapter, then perhaps I will update this post to reflect canon.

World map, wherein the red line represents the equator, the blue line represents the 20° N parallel, and the yellow lines represents the 20° S parallel. The equator divides the Earth into the Northern Hemisphere and Southern Hemisphere.

Map of Marley and Paradis taken from Chapter 86: That Day. I have superimposed the equator (the red line) and the 20° S parallel (the yellow line) of our world onto the map of Shingekiland where they would be approximately located. Notice that the Island of Paradis is located north of the equator.

Map of Marley and Paradis taken from Chapter 93. Once again, I have superimposed real world lines of latitude onto this map. This map suggests that Shingekiland is the real world flipped over a horizontal axis, which would mean that all lands located in the real world Northern Hemisphere would be located in the Shingekiland Southern Hemisphere and all lands located in the real world Southern Hemisphere would be located in the Shingekiland Northern Hemisphere. For example, the United States, which is located in the real world Northern Hemisphere, would be located in the Southern Hemisphere in this manga. Notice the Island of Paradis, whose real world counterpart is Madagascar, which is located in the real world Southern Hemisphere, is located in the Northern Hemisphere.

Birthdays of Cadets Born in Non-Spring Months

According to Chapter 90, the one year anniversary of the Battle of Trost took place sometime in Spring 851 (March 20 - June 20 851). Considering the fact that the graduation of the 104th Training Corps took place one day before the Battle of Trost, Graduation could have taken place on March 19 - June 19 850. Based on this information and the known ages of some of the cadets at graduation (Reiner, 17; Sasha and Bertolt, 16; Armin, Historia, and Mikasa, 15), it can be concluded that the following dates of birth are true:

Reiner Braun: August 1 832
Sasha Braus: July 26 833
Bertolt Hoover: December 30 833
Armin Arlert: November 3 834
Historia Reiss: January 15 835
Mikasa Ackerman: February 10 835

Chapter 90: To the Other Side of the Wall: The one year anniversary of the Battle of Trost took place sometime after the arrival of spring in 851. Evidently, the southern territories within the walls experience four distinct seasons.

Ymir’s age at graduation was listed as 17, however we know that she was chronologically much older than 17. Ymir revealed that she had spent 60 years as a titan before devouring Marcel and consequentially regaining her human form in 845. This means that Ymir was transformed into a titan in 785. In 845, Ymir would have been biologically 12 years old for the majority of that year in order to be 17 years old in 850. Assuming that she stopped aging after her titan transformation, her birth year would have been 772 (if she was transformed into a titan between January 1 - February 16 785) or 773 (if she was transformed into a titan between February 17 - December 31 785). Between these two years, Ymir was most likely born in 773.

Chapter 47: Children: Ymir disclosed pieces of her past to Bertolt. By her own account, Ymir had spent 60 years in her titan form before regaining her human form 5 years earlier.

Birthdays of Cadets Born in the Spring

As previously stated in an official guidebook, the Survey Corps went on an expedition about once a month. Only four of these expeditions have been mentioned by number, and they are the 34th (in which Ilse Langnar perished), the 49th (in which Ilse Langnar’s remains and notebook were found), the 56th (which took place one day after Graduation, on the same day as the Battle of Trost in Spring 850), and the 57th (which took place one month after the Battle of Trost). With this knowledge, there are four combinations of dates of when these expeditions could have taken place:

Scenario 1:
34th Expedition: May 848
49th Expedition:  August 849
56th Expedition: March 20-31 850
57th Expedition: April 850

Scenario 2:
34th Expedition: June 848
49th Expedition: September 849
56th Expedition: April 850
57th Expedition: May 850

Scenario 3:
34th Expedition: July 848
49th Expedition: October 848
56th Expedition: May 850
57th Expedition: June 850

Scenario 4:
34th Expedition: August 848
49th Expedition: November 848
56th Expedition: June 1 - June 20 850
57th Expedition: July 850

Recall that during the 34th and 49th Expeditions, there were wildflowers in full bloom growing in the same patch of forest where Ilse Langnar had died. Although I will claim to know very littsle about plants, my gut tells me that wildflowers are more abundant in the spring and summer than they are in autumn and winter. This logic would thus rule out Scenarios 3 and 4 since October and November (the two months when the 49th Expedition would have taken place in these two scenarios) are autumn months (generally speaking, September is considered an autumn month in the Northern Hemisphere, but technically most of September is summer since autumn doesn’t technically begin until September 23).

Chapter 18.1: Ilse’s Notebook: Ilse Langnar died in the 34th Expedition, approximately 15 months before her remains were found in the 49th Expedition.

Between Scenarios 1 and 2, the 56th Expedition and Battle of Trost would have taken place on March 20 - April 30 850, and Graduation would have happened one day earlier, between March 19 850 (at the earliest) through April 29 850 (at the latest). If this is true, then Connie, who graduated at age 15, would have been born in 834 and Marco, who graduated at age 16, would have been born in 833.

Thus far, we have established the following birth order:
Ymir: February 17 773
Reiner Braun: August 1 832
Marco Bott: June 16 833
Sasha Braus: July 26 833
Bertolt Hoover: December 30 833
Connie Springer: May 2 834
Armin Arlert: November 3 834
Historia Reiss: January 15 835
Mikasa Ackerman: February 10 835

Given the 42 day window in which Graduation could have taken place, the likelihood of Annie, who graduated at age 16, having been born in 833 vs. 834 is 2:40; the likelihood of Eren, who graduated at age 15, having been born in 834 vs. 835 is 11:31; and  the likelihood of Jean, who graduated at age 15, having been born in 834 vs 835 is 19:23. From a mathematical standpoint, Annie was most likely born in 833 while Eren and Jean were most likely born in 835, although the odds of Jean being born in either 834 or 835 are nearly 50/50 (there’s a 45 percent chance that Jean was born in 834 and a 55 percent chance that he was born in 835). Because of these odds, I will further discuss Jean’s birth year.

Eight days after Graduation (seven days after the Battle of Trost) the Survey Corps had recruited 21 new members from the 104th Training Corps. The day after recruitment, it was decided that the next month (i.e., 30-31 days) would be dedicated to educating the new recruits on Survey Corps strategies and tactics in preparation for an expedition that was scheduled to happen in one month’s time.

Chapter 21: Opening the Gate: One month and eight days after Graduation, the Survey Corps embarked on its 57th expedition.

Even though it was not outright stated, I speculate that one month of training after recruitment is a standard practice in the Survey Corps. If Graduation took place on the last day of the month and recruitment took place the next day (on the same day that the Survey Corps embarked on an expedition), graduates who chose to join the Survey Corps would be set to complete their one month of training just in time for the following month’s expedition. Logic aside, a graduation date set for the last day of the month sounds nicer than some random date in the middle of the month, wouldn’t you say? Provided that my assumption is correct and the 104th Training Corps graduated on the last day of either March or April , there is a 100 percent chance that Jean was born in 834 if Graduation was on March 31 850 or an 80 percent chance that Jean was born in 835 if Graduation was on April 30 850. A graduation date of March 30 834 leaves no room for debate about Jean’s birth year, therefore I feel justified in concluding that Jean was born in 834.

Now, I can say with certainty that the following birth order is correct:
Ymir: February 17 773
Reiner Braun: August 1 832
Marco Bott: June 16 833
Sasha Braus: July 26 833
Bertolt Hoover: December 30 833
Annie Leonhardt: March 22 834
Jean Kirschstein: April 7 834
Connie Springer: May 2 834
Armin Arlert: November 3 834
Historia Reiss: January 15 835
Mikasa Ackerman: February 10 835
Eren Jaeger: March 30 835

Taehyung’s adventures with baby Park; Part 2

S/N is officially a year and six months old now, he can walk and talk and even pout in the selfies and pictures you guys take. As proud parents you guys were really happy but needed a break too. You had taken a maternity/paternity leave during the first 6 months but joined back and it’s been hectic, juggling between work and family and all the time you’re with baby Park. Jimin took a leave when baby Park was born but had to start recording after three months for their comeback was near. Though baby Park is really calm and talks less but he is a very well behaved baby at that but we all need a little break from life. So our greatest of great ever, Kim gucci-boih Taehyung and fellow accomplice Jeon man-boy Jeongguk arranged a date and offered to babysit baby Park for the time being. Jimin and you, gave it a good thought and agreed to it.

Taehyung and Jeongguk reached earlier than you guys had planned. You were still getting ready when Jimin went to answer the door.

“Hey you guys ready?” Taehyung asked enthusiastically.

You smiled brushing your hair, “Um yeah, almost, but wait I need to dress S/N”

“No need, we’re not going out, we’ll stay in”

“I know, but still, have to change his diaper”

Taehyung nodded as Jeongguk sat on the couch watching S/N playing on the floor with his toys.

Jimin put on his denim jacket and collected his wallet and phone while you changed baby Park’s diaper.

“Okay, so his food is in the kitchen, I’ve left sticky notes all over so you know what to do but anything and you give me a call, aye?”

“Of course! Now leave you two, have a great time,” Taehyung replied pushing you both out of the door.

“Yah take car–” Jimin was cut off mid sentence as Taehyung slammed the door shut on his face.

Jeongguk was still seated on the couch, watching baby Park quietly.

“You do realize he’s not made of wax and you can touch him?”

“Oh no no, hell no, I can’t risk it, I ain’t touching him or coming near him”

“Are you even for real?”

“No, I’m just careful”

Time flew by and soon it was lunch time, Taehyung fed baby Park as Jeongguk made funny faces to make him laugh. Soon baby Park reclined to his power nap. After having their lunch, just when Taehyung thought they could relax now, he heard S/N crying.

“Gguk can you?”

“Hold him when he’s crying? Are you kidding me? What if I hurt him? What if I hold him wrong?”

“Jesus, why did I even bring you with me,” Taehyung grumbled and walked to S/N frowning, “Hey baby, what’s wrong?”

S/N cried harder pouting as he extended his arms towards Taehyung to be picked up. Taehyung picked him up immediately as he rocked him. He walking around the room humming but all to no avail.

After a while Jeongguk heard S/N’s giggles and let a sigh of relief. He was scrolling through his feed on Twitter (believe me they see everything) when suddenly Taehyung appeared, his face marred with his rectangle smile as bright as ever and S/N playing with the hems of his hoodie.

“Gguk gguk watch this!” Taehyung exclaimed before turning to S/N, “You wanna play the aeroplane game buddy? Yeah?” He asked nodding and smiling before throwing him up in the air and catching him making S/N go into a fit of giggles.

Jeongguk stood up immediately as he gaped at Taehyung wide eyed, “Are you shitt– kidding me? You could’ve hurt him!!”

“Chill gguk, I’ll not let him fall” Taehyung reassured before throwing S/ N up in the air again, but S/N hit his head slightly on the headboard above them. Taehyung caught him and watched him in pure horror.

“WHAT THE FU- DUCK! SEE THIS IS WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT” Jeongguk panicked as he came to them and started rubbing S/N’s head. Though S/N wasn’t crying but they both were horrified as they watched a small bump forming on his forehead.

“Hyung will execute us…” Jeongguk reminded Taehyung exactly what was replaying in his mind.

Taehyung kept quiet the whole time not knowing what to tell Jimin and you.

“We.. Uh.. We won’t tell them!” Taehyung suggested.

“Bang bang” S/N murmured playing with his fingers.

“Oh dear, I forgot he can speak, he’ll rat me out”

“Tae appa bang bang,” S/N mumbled again.

“It’s cute,” Jeongguk chuckled.

“I swear I’ll kill you.”

“Hey it’s your fault.”

“Bu–” Taehyung froze as he heard the doorbell.

“I’m outta here,” Jeongguk announced grabbing his laptop bag and walked to the door and opened it.

“Hey guys, had nice time? Good, bye,” He walked out without even letting you or Jimin answer.

Jimin called for Jeongguk but he was already gone.

“What happened?” You asked curious.

Jimin just shrugged as he made his way inside, you shrugged it off and followed.

“Oh hey Taehyung, hey baby, did you’ve a great time with Tae and Ggukie appa?”

Taehyung handed you S/N and walked out too, closing the door behind him.

“Whats up with these two?” You furrowed your eyebrows holding S/N.

“Weird, don’t worry, I’ll see to them tomorrow, let’s freshen up”

After Jimin freshened up, you handed him S/N and went for a shower for it was a pretty hot day out today.

Jimin sat down with S/N on the floor with his toys when he noticed the bump. He chuckled realizing why the two younger boys looked so terrified. You came out after a while and Jimin explained the whole situation which made you both laugh. It was normal for kids to get hurt and it was just a bump, he wasn’t seriously hurt but Jimin decided to prank Taehyung. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and started texting.

It was probably 20 minutes when you guys heard the doorbell. You opened it to see a breathless Taehyung panting, courtesy of your husband.

“Wh-where is S/N?” He managed to ask.

“Hey babe, calm down he’s in our room with Jimin,” You barely finished when Taehyung had already set out for your room, he had a mortified look plastered on his face.

“Tae appa!” S/N smiled.

“Oh lord, are you okay?” He picked up S/N checking him from up to down, “Can you tell me all the alphabets?”

S/N nodded and started going through the 26 alphabets, stopping here and there sometimes to remember them correctly, “–X.. Y.. Z!”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow at Jimin, “He looks okay to me?”

Jimin bursted out laughing, “You actually bought that!”

Taehyung sighed hiding his face, “What the hell Jimin!! You know how much I love this kid, I was scared for life here okay! You punk!”

“See it was Y/N’s plan,” Jimin shrugged.

“Jesus Jimin, you’ve no shame do you?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Excuse me?”

“You legit have a song which goes caught in a lie” You said in a sing song voice.

“Yah, that was five years ago!”

“I’m killing you both nonetheless.” Taehyung announced and high fived with S/N.

Masterlist // Part 1

- Admin Chim

You saw him

Michael Gray x Reader

Prompts: 20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”

31: “ I fucked up. ”

A/N: I know this is different and I’m sorry if you guys don’t like the style. Let me know.

The first time you saw Michael Gray was the best and worst day of your life. Little did you know that this man would shape you into the person you are today. He was and still is a big part of your life.

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Partners in Crime

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Pairing : Taehyung x oc, International spy AU!

Genre : Action, romance, angst.

Summary : Chosen to be the elites from all recruits, Taehyung and Xenia find themselves betraying everything they knew to be true. Amongst the things they had to do, they found themselves falling for each other. They have to make a decision whether to stay alive together or die by each other’s hand. 

Word count : 1.1k

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Prologue

South Korea - Taehyung’s POV

Some people are born with the potential to be good at anything they set their minds to, others are just born with the skills; some become aware of their talent at a young age, some don’t notice their talent until they are past their teenage years. Taehyung knew he was special, he didn’t have to hear it from anyone else to confirm it, since the age of 5 he has shown to know a lot about computers, he even hacked his father’s bank account to buy the toy he wanted.

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Ricochet Part 11

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2   Part 3   Part 4   Part 5   Part 6   Part 7   Part 8   Part 9   Part 10


A/N: Officially half way through! Thank you to everyone that has been reading so far and has commented or has been messaging me about this, it has made me so happy! So, I watched Civil War repeatedly (for research and for fun) and I still can’t work out what took Bucky, Steve and Sam so long to get to the airport so, I’m sorry, but I have been just as vague as the film but it does work to keep the tension up with Bucky and Alice so, whatever. It’s all good.

As ever, let me know what you think because (apparently) I’m a stone cold whore for that :) 

Warnings: Tension, swearing, lots of talking. Also, Sam is a blabbermouth.

Word count: 2462.

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