i talked to him on a wednesday. he sighed on my bed. i was skyping my sister, who was trying to teach me how to knit. i told him i needed to go to bed early, i had a test in the morning. he said he had things to discuss and i’m a patient person so i listened.
this is, i learn, how our “friendship” works. hours of my life become his sanctuary. he texts me constantly. his problems fill up every space in my planner. often he demands my attention rather than asking. i feel bad, because i’m the type to feel bad, so i listen. i offer advice that goes ignored, i sit in contemplative silence even though i should be studying, i nod my head and support him.
he doesn’t notice i start drinking wine as soon as he shows up. a few times i make the mistake of trying to bring my own problems up. they are always overshadowed by his own, or else i am given an odd supply of uncomfortable comments. “i don’t feel good lately” is met with “a girl as pretty as you isn’t supposed to feel sad.” i say “i don’t like my writing recently” and he spends forty seconds saying i’m beautiful and intelligent and a perfect girlfriend before saying “unlike me, i’m awful” and before i know it, i’m comforting him again. we don’t have real conversations. once, as an experiment, i spend two hours completely silent, just to see if he’ll notice. he doesn’t.
once he bursts into my room while i’m scheduling my week. he’s taken aback by how much i’m doing. “you look so busy!” he says, “where’s all the time you’re planning on spending with me?” he doesn’t ask about any of my other activities. he knows nothing about my life except that i’m good at listening. i feel myself under a rolling pin. he flattens me out to use me. he punishes me if i don’t give him attention - all i hear is how he is useless without me, how he’s barely holding on, how he doesn’t know what he’d do if one day i was gone. he doesn’t know my middle name. he misses my birthday.
it’s wednesday again. i’ve been drinking. he took some of my wine without asking. he lounges on my couch with his arm casually around me. my actual friends know i don’t like touching. i asked him to move but he just laughed and said “you’re so funny.” he’s too heavy for me to move physically so i just let him lay there, complaining. i stare into space, thinking about the news i got that day. about how my life has changed.
he looks up to me. “can i ask you a personal question?”
i don’t say “that would be a first,” because my mother raised me to respond politely. i tell him go ahead, as always, i’m listening.
“why do girls like you date jerks?” he asks me.
i stare at him, uncomprehending. he is a runaway train, his mouth still moving. “I just mean,” he says, “you’re all always going after the worst guys like you don’t even see people like me. like i’m always being friend-zoned, even you did it, and you’re one of the only people who is nice to me. but girls like you never say yes to boys like me.”
i don’t know what he’s saying. i’m dating a girl, and he would know that, if he knew anything about me; a clever and talented girl who means everything to me.
he sighs and sits back when i’m not immediate in responding. “this,” he says, “is what i mean.” looks up with puppy dog eyes at me, “i mean could you ever date someone as awful as me? am i just a friend? am i doomed to be nothing more than the friend to pretty girls?”
we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends.
he moves the topic before i can reply, back to his problems. i text my girlfriend, “men are animals” and she sends me back a poem about how much she loves me. he tries to kiss me when he leaves, and when i duck out of it, i later get sixteen texts on how scared i am of sex. his facebook posts are all about how women don’t know how to find the right men. how we’re blind to the good things. how we don’t see fate when it’s happening.
say Yoongi gets up in the middle of the night cause he randomly got an idea for a song so he goes out to the living room to work on it. And his girl comes waddling out wearing his shirt and some cute frilly panties rubbing her eyes and whining like “Teddy~” and he’s all like “Teddy wtf” and she’s like “Cause you’re my teddy bear~ And I can’t sleep without my teddy bear~“
In the middle of the dream you weren’t having something started to wake you up. You felt the bed shift but just assumed that your boyfriend had turned over in his sleep. You reach out to hold him closer but your arm lands on the empty bedside next to you. Your eyes start to open and of course, Yoongi’s missing. As you sit up you take notice of the bright light coming from the living room peaking out from the cracked bedroom door. When you open it you find him sitting on the couch with his laptop, typing away. Your steps cause him to look up at you.
“Teddy…” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes in front of him.
He tilts his head in confusion. He’s almost distracted by your cute attire but he tried to stay focused as he hears what you called him. Yoongi just assumed you were still half awake.
“Y/N maybe you should go back to bed-”
“No. I’m not sleeping if you aren’t. I need my teddy bear to sleep next to me.”
Yoongi’s face flushes with a pink undertone when he realizes your new nickname for him.
“I wasn’t trying to wake you up. I just got an idea so I came out here to work.”
You reached your hand out to him.
“You can do it in our room…I just want you to be next to me.”
He nods, standing up with the laptop in one hand and using the other to hold yours as you lead him into the bedroom. He crawls back into bed, resting his back on the headboard with the laptop now in his lap. You got in next to him and rested your head next to him. Unable to fall asleep again you watched him type the words onto the document. You squinted since the screen was so bright but the more you read the words you started to notice something familiar.
“….Is this song….about us?”
He shyly smiles. “It’s noticeable, huh?”
“I mean, to me it is but shouldn’t you write about something related to your fans or youth experiences?”
Yoongi shrugged. “I only write about things that are important to me and right now you’re the most important thing to me.”
You grew quiet.
“What is it?” He asked.
You reach for him once more. “I want to kiss you but i’m too tired to sit up again.”
“Now you sound like me.” He laughed, leaning down to give you a light kiss.
“Please try to go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you up..”
You smiled. “I will but you better not think of leaving this bed again.”
“I won’t.” He said. focusing back on his writing.
He let out another tired chuckle. “Yes, I promise.”
He continues to keep writing down all of his ideas, email them to Namjoon as well as the other lyricists at BigHit, and shuts down his laptop to set it down next to the bed. He tries to get comfortable in the bed, seeing you already fast asleep. Yoongi’s hand comes out to rest on your face, moving his thumb gently on your cheek. You winced, causing him to freeze. He was afraid he woke you up again but you just continued to lightly snore. He lets out a sigh of relief and kisses your forehead. He can finally rest for the night knowing your slight neediness for him that he found so adorable. He hoped you’d never get tired of being next to him because he planned to be there for quite a while.
Request: HI! i recently read your entire master list and it’s amazing!! If you could, would you write an ABO fic with Alpha! Dean where like he finds his true mate but she’s nothing like the girls he normally goes home with.
Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader
Word Count: 1,500ish
Warnings: smut, language
A/N: I have so much fun playing with these ABO fics…
Imagine trying to come on to Dally after getting drunk…
Every single part of you that was sober was screaming at you to turn around and walk back down those two flights of stars and leave… but you were drunk and every fiber of your being was yearning to be touched by him.
You weren’t this kind of girl, no, you were sensible, smart and better than the girl that was drunkenly stumbling into Dallas Winston’s room 1:00 in the morning after a beer blast at Buck’s.
“Whooooopsy…” You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips as you fell to the floor in a heap. You were positive that you were going to wake up with a bruise of two.
“What the heck” Dally grunted angrily, when his eyes cast down to you on the ground he immediately got down beside you. “Y/N, what’re you doing here? Is that alcohol I smell?”
“Hi Dally!” You tried to sound as provocative as you possibly could. You wound your arms around his neck tightly so you could bring your body flush against his. “You’re so pretty.”
“Come on, let’s get you up.” He huffed. wrapping his arms around you and picking you up off the floor as though you weighed nothing.
Dallas Winston was your best friend, and even though he had never said it, you were sure that you were his… but lately something had changed. You barely spoke to one another, in fact, it seemed as though Dally went out of his way to avoid you. He stopped spending his time talking to you and spent his time in the company of other women, women who would throw themselves at him.
“I’ve missed you, Dal” You said softly as he lowered you down onto his bed.
“How can you miss me when I’ve been here the whole time, huh?” You heard him mutter as he leaned over you so he could take off your high heels.
“You’ve been ignoring me, Dally… Did I do something wrong? I can fix it.” You smiled at him warmly as you straddled his waist.
“W-wha… what are you d-doing?” He stuttered as he placed his hands on your hips.
“Shh” You hushed, your hands drifted to either side of his face. “Let me fix it, okay?”
You didn’t give him time to protest, instead, you smashed your lips to his roughly.
He was beginning to lose control, this was all he ever wanted, for so long he wanted this, but Dallas Winston knew that you were way too good for him… this girl straddling his lap, well, he had no clue who she was, but this doppelganger was luring him in and making him lose all notions of self control.
“Mmmm, Dal” You groaned, turning your neck to the side as his lips hit your neck. He sucked and lapped at the skin that beginning to bruise. You grounded your hips against his, rubbing against his awakened member. You could feel it rubbing against you underneath a thing layer of fabric.
You reached underneath the elastic of his underwear to grab him, to please him, to show him that you wanted him to make love to you, but then he was gone, and somehow you had fallen to the ground for the second time tonight.
“Dal?” You muttered, looking around the almost pitch black room with bruised lips and a feeling of being unwanted bubbling underneath your skin. He was halfway across the room, his chest heaving up and down as he clung on to his door for dear life.
He didn’t say anything for a moment, he just stared down at you with shaky hands. He wanted this, he had dreamed about this… and it was taking all he had not to pick you up in his arms and make love to you for all he was worth.
But it wouldn’t have been right. And he refused to be that type of guy when it came to you.
“You don’t want me?” You whispered, your heart sank and your lips wobbled pathetically. You didn’t want to look him in the eyes. “I- I should go.”
You felt around on the floor for your heels, but instead you found Dally’s hands slipping into yours.
“No, you’re in no condition to go anywhere. You’re staying here.” He had a no nonsense voice about him as he tried to maneuver you onto the bed.
“No…” You whined, tears were welling up in your eyes and you were trying your hardest not to let them fall. “I’m going… you don’t want me. No one ever wants me, just let me go, Dallas. Who’ll care anyway if I get hurt or if I-”
“i will care.” He grabbed your cheeks in his hands roughly. “You hear me? I care and I will always care. I’m sorry I’ve ignored you, that I probably caused you to think that you needed to do this to get my attention… but I want you, I always will. Now stop being a fucking idiot and let me help you.”
You stopped fighting him, you were in a drunken daze as he unzipped your dress… you were barely awake as he slipped an old flannel shirt over you and buttoned it up… and you definitely weren’t awake when he told you he loved you.
I always recommend meditations to people (for daily practice; just 15-20 minutes quiet time is enough).
The good guided meditation collection where to start from are The Honest Guys in Youtube. Their meditations are wonderful, full of energy and amazing music (like you’d be in a movie) and they also work as ASMR audios - and there’s PLENTY of them. For those who dislike regular meditations, they offer fantasy themed meditations, where you visits elves or hobbits, go to run with wolves or spend time with unicorns etc.
Each meditation can be listened as often as you like. The best moment for me is when I go to bed, but there’s really no specific time when you should meditate.
You Are Loved for anxiety, depression, bad mood, when you need a pep talk or support, when you think and feel low about yourself, or when you are lonely.
Breath Love Only 2 minutes long, so can be done at any time, anywhere. For acceptance, pep talk, when you need support, when you think and feel low about yourself, when you fear something.
Clearing Negativity For fears, troubles, anxiety, cleansing, when life gets too heavy, when bad thoughts haunt you, if you are overwhelmed, stressed.
Running With Wolves ASMR type of a meditation. A story where you run with wolves. For a feel of being stuck and overwhelmed, when you need a break, for freedom from everything, for joy and power, sort of supportive too if you are lonely. Good if regular meditations aren’t your cup of tea.
Law Of Attraction - Create Abundance When you feel you don’t deserve things or that there’s not enough for you, if you have trouble accepting gifts and abundance and praises etc. , when you worry for money, when you want support to reach your goals.
Healing, Energy & Enlightenment When you need a pep talk, support for your path, for self-esteem, reaching your goals, abundance and empowerment, rebelling stress.
Forgive Yourself For anxiety, guilt, suffering, healing, accepting yourself, putting your blame away, letting go of negativity.
In the Company of Elves Part of multiple LOTR and character guided meditations, for relaxing, peacefulness, ASMR, joy, inspiration. These are perfect if regular meditations aren’t your cup of tea.
Warrior Of Light Protective meditation. Works also if you are scared, worried or if you have odd experiences in your home. For strong protection, support, strength, calmness and if you are lonely and feeling weak. Works sort of as a guide meditation, too, as the warrior appearing to you can be your spirit guide.
✥ pairing: Jungkook | reader I Yooongi ✥ genre: angst (Soulmate!au meets Hanahaki!au) ✥ word count: 3.863 ✥ warnings: none ✥ author’s note: mylord end me. i have absolutely no hint of a plot whatsoever so im making this into something along the lines of a three part story. like three stages of heartbreak or somthing along those lines. take it, eat it and shit it out im done with everything bless you.
You coughed, surprising yourself. A burning sensation started to travel up from your abdomen to your throat. You started to cough so hard you felt like throwing up.
A wave of pain suddenly washed over you; it was exquisite and debilitating. For you, it was the worst burning sensation you had ever felt. Your throat gurgled as you struggled to breathe, spitting blood. Your body was shaking. Slowly breathing hard, your hand shot to your side, clutching it as an electric shock from the pit of your stomach ran throughout your body, and then caught fire. The pain was merciless without escape. You fell to your knees, hands stretched out in front of you on the ground for support.
You felt something caught in your throat. Then, you sputtered out something – something dry.
There, you saw it.
Your eyes went wide and for a moment, you couldn’t breathe. You scooped it up in your hands, fighting the urge to cry.
In your palm lay a familiar cluster of rose petals.
With a burst of anger, you threw away the petals, now littering the washroom floor. Biting back tears, you slumped your head against the cabinet in defeat. You watched the petals splay across the floor with an unwavering gaze as their fiery red orb of light slowly sank into threads of light, dyeing the petals first orange, then red, then dark blue, until all that was left of the petals were a chalky mauve.
Coughing out flowers sounded like a curse out of a fairy-tale – one that could never and would never exist in the real world. It was too beautiful, too unearthly to be true. However, when you first started coughing out tiny rose petals, you found out that you were cursed with the Hanahaki disease.
The disease started when you met Jungkook. The two of you were five-year-olds, innocent as day. Jungkook moved next door and he had reluctantly joined your tea party and a friendship slowly blossomed between the two of you. You had not have begun to cough flowers just yet. The two of you were far too young to experience any form of puppy love.
The first time you coughed out rose petals, the two of you were ten. Sitting near the edge of a lake, Jungkook had opened up to you and as his best friend, you listened. He told you about his crush on another girl in your class. When he first mentioned her name and how much he had a crush on her, your chest tightened, and your throat felt as if something was clogging it up. You gasped for air, and Jungkook thumped your back and a handful of rose petals fell onto your lap.
Screams erupted from both your lips and Jungkook practically carried you all the way back, even though you resisted his offer. Jungkook went home that night, thinking that you had accidentally eaten some flowers as a joke and everything was normal again. It was that night when your mother explained the Hanahaki disease to you for the first time.
It was said that a witch once cursed the entire women of a village for loving the village head – someone who wasn’t their soulmate. Although finding your soulmate was, and still is a rarity, the witch cursed them with the Hanahaki disease. The flower that grew within you would be different for each person – it would reflect the splashes of colors you had painted for their soulmate to see.
Your mother had explained how she too, used to cough out flowers when she was a little girl because she was in love with your father but he never reciprocated her feelings until later. It was a fatal disease, for the growing flowers would eventually clog up your respiratory system. The disease could only be removed if one undergoes an operation to remove the flowers, along with their feelings.
Jungkook’s crush with that girl in his class didn’t last very long, and thankfully, the flower petals stopped for a period of time. However, flash forward to your second year in high school, things were different now with you and Jungkook. Sure, the two of you were best friends, and the two of you spoke and hung out together a lot; but the only thing that was different was your love for Jungkook and Jungkook’s love for someone else.
It was like history repeated itself when he had told you that he planned to ask out your sister. He’s always fancied her, you’ve just been in denial for the entire time.
You sat under the sunset, reading a book when he first told you.
“Y/N, I’m going to ask Hyojin out,” he had mentioned out of the blue. Your chest tightened, the same way it did when you were ten. You felt a tingling, itchy feeling clawing up your throat and stopping midway. It felt like a hairball that had been stuck, but you managed to swallow it down with some water.
“Y/N, are you okay? You look like your –“
“I’m okay, Jungkook. I just choked a little on my water when I laid down,” you lied, clutching your chest and covering your mouth to prevent yourself from coughing out any more petals.
Jungkook raised an eyebrow but did not question further. “Well, what do you think I should do?”
You thumped your chest and the tightening feeling disappeared for a while. “Just go straight up to her and tell her,” you said. “Look she’s right there,” you pointed out to your sister, who was much prettier, perfect and definitely much more of Jungkook’s type than you ever were.
With a small smile, he ruffled your hair. “You’re the best friend anyone could ever ask for,” were his last words to you before Hyojin accepted his confession.
That night, you tossed and turned in your sleep, until you gave up. It was three AM, you sat on your bed, coughing out petal after petal, tears streaming down your face as you clutched your chest. The endless stream of petals seemed as if it would never stop, likewise with your tears as one single word ran through your mind. Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook. How ironic was it that he was as beautiful as the flowers you were coughing out?
You shut your eyes, trying to compose yourself before you were forced to go outside once again. On your knees, you and gathered the petals and dropped them into the toilet, flushing them away. You stared at the bowl as the petals swirled through the water, whirled away from you.
You stood up, gripping the side of the vanity. The pain had an unpleasant warmth to it, eating at your stomach. You felt slightly nauseous, just enough to make you hold onto the table for support and breath slow. You’ve often prized yourself in ignoring the pain and just rocking on regardless, but that just wasn’t possible right now. It owned you, dominated every thought, and controlled your every action.
You stared into the mirror in front of you. Your hair was sticking to the sides of your face as a thin sheet of perspiration glistened on your neck and forehead. Your cheeks were flushed and the tip of your nose was pink from crying. Dried up tears were streaked across your face, glistening under the fluorescent lighting. There was something solemn swimming in your eyes. Their stunning, deep brown held a truth that your face could not hide. The despairing chill that they conveyed made you feel heartbroken. You looked away; you couldn’t bear it. A lone tear rolled down your cheek.
And so, the world turned into a blur along with all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was just gone. You paused trying to hold back the strange feelings rumbling inside of you but you couldn’t. Another tear traced down your cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened. So many tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. Your chin trembled as if you were a small child. You breathed heavier than you ever had before.
You heard the door creak open, the sound of footsteps coming to halt.
“Oh shit,” you heard a panicked voice curse from the doorway.
Your heart missed a beat.
“Sorry, the door was unlocked…” his voice trailed off the moment his eyes landed on you.
Through the mirror in front of you, you saw him.
“I-I was j-just leaving.”
Immediately, your hand flew to your face, wiping away your tears. You quickly removed the strands of hair sticking to the side of your face. You didn’t wait for a response as you tried to leave the washroom – you were beyond mortified.
You felt a hand firmly grasp your arm, halting you from moving any further. a soft whimper left your mouth as you desperately tried to wriggle out of his grasp. you tried your hardest not to look at him. you didn’t know what would happen if you did.
“Jungkook,” you choked out as you wilted under the heat of his stare. Your eyes trailed up to meet his. The two of you were standing in the washroom, staring at each other. Your stomach filled with a sense of fear and excitement. Time seemed to stop as those eyes met your own.
His touch was as gentle as silence but was still firm, unwilling to let go of you. You brought your head down to look at his chest instead.
“Jungkook, l-let go of me,” you repeated, your voice came out as a whimper. The familiar scent of his cologne infiltrated your nose and invaded your senses. You needed to get out. Now.
When Jungkook spoke, his voice trailed slowly, like his words were unwilling to take flight. There was a sadness in his eyes, the brown too glossy – similar to when you two were on the rooftop a few months ago.
“Y/N,” Jungkook paused, it was the first time in months you had heard his voice say your name. “I-I’m sorry,” his voice was as light as a whisper but heavy with emotion.
You tilted your head to look at him. Your eyes landed on his jaw and trailed up his cheeks to meet his eyes. His eyes were heavy with unshed tears.
“For what?” you felt your stomach as it clenched and unclenched, You were worried that the petals would come straight back up.
“For everything,” his voice cracked, “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Just like that, your brain powered down, unable to process what was happening. A thousand different thoughts raced through your mind as you tried to focus on what was in front of you.
“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he let out a tiny exhalation, as though saying the words gave him relief. “I’m sorry I left you like that, for what I said to you,” he took in a breath, “ever since that night, I’ve physically felt your absence.” His voice got softer, “missing you is the hardest part of my day.”
You couldn’t speak, it felt like you were swimming through a fog.
“Then why did you leave?” the back of your eyes burned with tears.
“I—I, I was confused. I didn’t understand what I was doing,” he shook his head.
“Confused?” you pressed. A swinging, seasick feeling took over your head, “you were my best friend.”
“I know,” again he looked troubled, as though trying to recall the meaning of the words. “I–,” he opened his mouth to apologize again when you stopped him.
“Don’t,” you couldn’t stop your voice from rising. The anger was vibrating, ripping through you like a live current. “Don’t say it because I know you don’t mean it,” your vision got blurry. “I loved you. You were my one thing. My—,” the sickness surged up and you took a step forward, clenching your fists, blinded with rage. “Why did you have to take the one thing that made me happy? Why did you take it? Why do you always take everything?” you felt hot tears rolling down your face. “Did you even miss me?”
Jungkook’s mouth opened, but for a reason unknown to you, he closed it. You waited for an answer, but you were met with silence.
You scoffed, “I knew it.”
“Y/N –,” his eyes flashed with guilt.
You wriggled yourself out of his grasp and pulled yourself away from him. “Why do I even waste my time,” you said under your breath as you tried to push past him once again.
“No,Y/N!” Jungkook grabbed you by your shoulders, “I missed you every single hour. And you know what the worst part was? It caught me completely by surprise. I’d catch myself walking around to find you, not for any reason, just out of habit, because I’d seen something that I wanted to tell you about or because I wanted to hear your voice. And then I’d realize that you weren’t there anymore, and every time, every single time, it was like having the wind knocked out of me,” his voice was strained by the time he finished talking.
You saw how he was staring at you. You couldn’t bear to see the way he was looking at you. His eyes bore into yours and became glazed with a glossy layer of tears. As he blinked, they dripped from his eyelids and slid down his cheeks. Jungkook bit his lip tightly in an attempt to hide any sound that wanted to escape from his mouth – your heart sank. You swallowed hard and looked away, hating the weakness of your spirit. You were more than this. You were stronger than this. But damn it, this hurt.
It hurt because he was the man responsible for making you burn. For making you feel like a woman. It hurt because it had been a trick. An illusion. And it hurt most of all because he did not see you the way you saw him.
“Y/N, please. Just listen to me,” Jungkook pled, “Don’t walk away from me,” tears had poured from his eyes. It was from pure pain and surrender.
Your eyes enthralled on him. His eyes were like crisp toffee drizzled in melted chocolate and framed with darling lashes. A blade nose and burrowed cheekbones, his appearance only to die for. You couldn’t help to notice leathery black strands flopping over his face which to your distaste was veiling some of his enticing features. So perfect, yet so frustrating that you could bear no social contact with that sensuous man. Damnit.
Jungkook did not belong to you, he belonged to your sister – Hyojin. She loved him, and you loved your sister. But you also loved Jungkook. You couldn’t break your sister’s heart, even if it meant breaking yours
“I’m good at walking away. Rejection teaches you how to reject,” you couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes as you said it. You immediately regretted your words as soon as you thought of them, but you had no other choice.
You felt his hands drop from your shoulders in shock. Without sparing him another glance, you raced out of the room.
Your muffled sobs went unheard as you entered the living room. Immediately, you were hit with a suffocating wave of humidity. The air stunk with sweat and alcohol. Music blasted from the speakers and bounced off the walls of the house at a deafening volume. You could hear everyone screaming with joy and could feel their feet disturbing the ground around you. Without looking, their smiles extended towards you, attempting to rope you into one of their conversations. You saw people dancing – their bodies moved together as they celebrated, rhythmically breaking into shapes and colors that you were resentful of. You saw your sister, Hyojin, catch your gaze and attempted to pull you towards her group of friends. You simply looked away and headed towards the kitchen.
The kitchen was closed off and separated from the living room to which you were immensely grateful for. Along with you, there were a couple of people in a circle off to the side of the room, happily chatting amongst their selves. You walked to the counter and spotted a jug full of what you assumed to be water and poured some for yourself. You were never a fan of parties, especially not your sister’s and his first anniversary.
“I wouldn’t drink that if I were you,” you heard a light voice come from behind you.
Scared, you dropped the cup and splashed the contents of your beverage all over the kitchen counter and onto your dress.
Shit, you swore under your breath as you vigorously tried to rub off the liquid from your clothes. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a man step toward you. His hand was stretched out to stop yours from moving. You turned to look at the man that caused you to ruin your dress and for a moment, you stopped breathing.
His hair was black as the wintry night; eyes as deeply dark as were the desert skies. His beauty was as fervent as a fiery moon.
“Oh, did I scare you?” you heard him say with a small smile. “Ah, don’t worry about your dress. Vodka doesn’t stain.”
He nodded. The man offered you a comforting smile as he leaned against the wall. “Mostly vodka, there’s a whole lot of other shit in there.”
You laughed and immediately regretted it as you felt your head begin to hurt. You pressed your hand against your temple, feeling it pound under your fingertips.
“Normally people get head splitting migraines after they get drunk,” he playfully teased you. You lightly hit his arm.
“Do you want some water?” he asked you. You nodded your head before you clutched your eyes together. The pain was getting worse.
He walked to the back of the kitchen, bringing back a bottle for you. “Here,” he gave you a plastic water bottle. Grateful, you muttered a rushed thank you and immediately gulped down the clear liquid. You hadn’t realized how parched your throat was until that moment.
“Whoa there, slow down. You’re going to ch—“
You coughed out some water as you choked on it. A warm hand patted your back as you gripped onto the edge of the sink in front of you.
“Today just isn’t my day,” you awkwardly laughed.
You turned around to face the man once again. His eyes were as dark as ebony, looking straight at you with a hint of curiosity. He reminded you of the night – he was as fair as a star when only one was shining in the sky.
His eyes smiled as he stretched out his hand towards your own, “Min Yoongi.” You were slightly taken aback at the sudden introduction, but slowly, you returned the handshake, feeling his soft hands carefully grasp your own and shake it. You told him your name and you heard him hum in acknowledgment.
The man’s eyes slowly crinkled at the corners, his lips twisting from the side. His eyes formed into small crescents, similar to Jungkook – the ones you fell in love with.
Your chest began to constrict and you felt yourself about to cough at the mere thought of Jungkook. Hastily, you reached for the water bottle again and drank from it, trying to suppress your urge to throw up right there and then. You looked back to see a concerned expression on the man’s face.
You offered him a sheepish smile, “I’m sorry you had to witness all of that. I’m normally not like this. On regular nights, I can drink water without choking on it,”
He kept looking at you, his face grew serious, “what makes tonight any different?”
A moment of silence passed between the two of you before you made any motion to respond. You mentally debated if you should tell him about Jungkook. You hadn’t talked - couldn’t talk to anyone about this particular matter and Yoongi looked genuinely interested in what you had to say. You heaved a sigh and turned to look at him. “Tonight, I lost my best friend because I was stupid enough to fall in love with him,” the reality of the situation hit you after you admitted it out loud.
Yoongi made no comment. Instead, he leaned in, resting his arm on the counter top. His eyes flashed with concern as he waited for you to continue.
With an intake of breath, you poured your heart out to a complete stranger.
“For months now, a - a stone has been sitting on my heart. I’ve shed a lot of tears over him, lost a lot of sleep, and eaten a lot of cake batter. But now, after tonight, I have to move on. Life is going to be hell if I don’t shake loose from the grip he has on my heart. Even if he feels like the one. Even if I’ve always thought we’d end up together. Even if he still has a choke chain on my heart. But I can’t,” you looked at him, “Yoongi, I can’t shake him loose from the grip he has on me. I miss the smell of him. I miss his lips and his strong arms. I miss him.”
His eyes showed you the kind of gentle concern your mother used to show you. He laid his hand lightly on your shoulder, and instead of flinching like you thought you would, you were soothed by it. He left his hand there and spoke with such a soft voice you felt his words calming you more by the way they were said than the actual words. It felt as if you were wrapped in a blanket of his caring.
“I don’t think anyone can give you advice when you’ve got a broken heart. But, think of it this way: you can’t have heartbreak without love,“ he pointed out. “If your heart was really broken, then at least you know you really loved him.”
You took a minute to let his words sink in. Yoongi kept his hand on your shoulder, now sliding down to hold your arm, squeezing it slightly. You couldn’t help but ask him a question that’s been eating at you ever since you were left alone on the rooftop.
“Do people always fall in love with things they can’t have?’
“Always,” he said. You could see the silver of pain hidden deep inside his starry eyes.
He looked at you intently, from what seemed behind the veil of a grave experience. Then slowly, he said something that sent chills down your spine.
“Hi.” You yawn, “Hi.” You balance the phone between your shoulder and cheek as you type something into your laptop. “Will you be home anytime soon?” You look at the time and realize it’s nearly 12:30. You sigh, “I’m sorry baby, I shouldn’t be much longer, you should go to bed though.” “It’s okay,” Harry says, but yawns, “We get to sleep in tomorrow so I can wait up. What’re you working on?” “Just finishing a draft of my opening statement. I’m gonna leave it on Ron’s desk since he comes in on Saturdays, see what he thinks.” You finish the last sentence and hit save, print. “Why don’t you just e-mail him?” The printer begins to whir behind you, “Oh…” Then you giggle, “I’m so tired, I didn’t even think to.” “Are you okay to drive home, love? I can come get you, we can come back for your car tomorrow.”
English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.
Characters: Rodrick/fem!reader, Greg.
(B/F/N) stand for “Best friend’s name” /(L/B/N) stand for “Little brother’s name”/(B/N) stand for “Boy’s name”.
Word Count: 2115 words.
Being a teenager seems good when you are a child. The movies
teach that a teenager’s life is full of adventure and fun. But that’s not quite
the way things really are. Well, some young people might even be that way. But
it definitely was not like that for (Y/N).
The girl was just a normal teenager. She had a few friends, siblings
and plenty of time available, but nothing good to do with it. Her routine was
to study, pick up her younger brother at school and then go to her best
friend’s house, (B/F/N), where they would just lie on bed until it was time for
(Y/N) to leave. Nothing more, nothing less.
And in fact, she liked it a lot. She could not see herself
surviving a life full of adventures, although a change in routine seemed like a
good idea. She was kind of pleased with her life, though earlier that year she
didn’t seem so happy, since she had just moved to that city at the time.
(Y/N) thought she wouldn’t make friends there. Or that it
would all turn into a nightmare in that place. And she was very surprised when
she saw that she was wrong, especially after meeting (B/F/N). She had basically
everything she needed there, and thinking about it, she let out a smile.
(Y/N) woke up from her thoughts when she saw her brother
going toward the car. The boy sat in the passenger seat, saying hello to his
sister. He had a smile on his face, though he looked exhausted after class.
“Tired, huh?” she asked, which made the boy nod.
“Wait till you get to high school.”
(L/B/N) sank on the car seat, letting out a groan, causing
her to laugh. Suddenly a voice calling out his name was heard. A boy of her
brother’s age was walking down the school ladder, stopping by the side of the
car and gesturing for (L/B/N) to lower the window. Her brother leaned over to
hear what the other was talking. (L/B/N)’s friend discreetly looked at her as
he said whatever he was saying in her brother’s ear.
“I’ll try.” (L/B/N) replied, causing the other to
send him a desperate look, but then nod before waving at her and running back
into the school.
“What was this all about?” she asked, starting to
“Nothing.” he shrugged, but his expression showing
that he was obviously hiding something.
(Y/N) nodded, turning on the radio so there would be some
noise during the ride home. (L/B/N) occasionally glanced at her, turning
forward when he was caught. Until finally, when they were arriving at their
destination, he turned to her.
“Are you going to do something tomorrow night?”
The girl smiled discreetly, feeling satisfied that he was going to tell her what
that boy had told him.
“Nope.” she glanced at him. “Why?”
(L/B/N) seemed to hesitate for a moment before continuing.
“That boy was Greg, we’re friends.” he paused for
a second. “Well, we’re kind of friends, but whatever.”
“OK.” (Y/N) nodded. “Keep going.”
“I think you might know his brother, Rodrick.”
Rodrick Heffley. Of course she knew Rodrick Heffley. They
started to study together at the beginning of the year, and almost every time
they saw each other he would told her a pick-up line. A horrible pick-up line,
which she would just laugh of and walk away. They had been in it for almost a
year now, and she thought that after all this time he would have given up.
“What about Rodrick?” She asked, taking a little
interest in the subject.
“Do you know he has a band?”
(Y/N) let out a mocking laugh. It was almost impossible not
to know about Loded Diper. At least for her, since he often mentioned his band
when he tried to impress her.
“Yes, I know.”
“It looks like there’s going to be some kind of garage
band competition tomorrow night and they’ll be there. So Rodrick told Greg to
tell me to tell you to go see their performance.” (L/B/N) chuckled. "I
think he blackmailed Greg.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, laughing a little herself until they
reached their house. When (L/B/N) got out of the car he turned to her again.
“I think you should go.” he closed the door.
“He’d be glad to see you there.”
He’d be glad to see
Those words stuck in her head as she drove to her best
friend’s house. And she kept thinking about it even after she had arrived,
talking about it with the other girl.
“You’re not really thinking about going there, are
you?” (B/F/N) asked, throwing herself into her own bed.
“It’s just… I don’t know… Why not?” (Y/N) lay
on her friend’s stomach, feeling her head being lifted and lowered while (B/F/N)
“I never thought he was your type. I thought you
laughed at his pick-up lines for pity and not because you liked it.”
(Y/N) stopped for a second to think about it. She had seen
Rodrick hitting on other girls, they always looked at him with a face of
disgust and went away. But when he was hit on her, she laughed. Was that the
reason he had never stopped trying to conquer her? Because he thought she
laughed because she liked his pick-up lines? Stopping to think, she liked it a
little. She liked the attention she received from him. He was cute. And he was
interested in her.
“Oh my God, I have a crush on Rodrick Heffley.”
(B/F/N) started to laugh, making (Y/N)’s head shake.
“You got into such a deep thought, I should have recorded.”
(Y/N) rolled her eyes, sitting up on the bed.
“I’ll go there tomorrow night.” she said decided. (B/F/N)
sat down lazily.
“You have nothing to do tomorrow, right? Good.” (Y/N)
got out of bed, out the door, not waiting for her friend to get up to accompany
her. “You are coming with me.”
And although (B/F/N) complained and tried to change her
friend’s mind, she ended up going along with (Y/N). When the sun began to set
the next day, the two of them left in the car to find out where the contest
would be. For a moment they thought they wouldn’t made it, since no one seemed
to know where it was, not even (L/B/N). Until they saw a poster thrown in the
street with the information. Damn lucky.
(Y/N) and (B/F/N) arrived at the place, it was just a small
outdoor wooden stage, but the place was crowded. Most of the people who were
there were part of the bands, and the rest … Well, the rest should be friends
and family who were dragged there.
In the crowd, the girl found a familiar face. It wasn’t
Rodrick, it was (B/N), one of her friends. When the boy seemed to recognize her,
a smile also appeared on his face before moving toward her.
“Yo (Y/N), (B/F/N).” he hugged them both.
“What are you guys doing here?”
“We came to see (Y/N)’s boyfriend.” (B/F/N)
replied, taking a slap from her friend.
“What are you doing
here?” (Y/N) asked.
“My cousin has a band, the drummer got sick, I came to
help.” he shrugged, looking directly at (Y/N). “I didn’t know you had
“It’s because I don’t.” the girl sent a deadly
look to (B/F/N), who just laughed. “Good luck then.”
“I’ll probably need it.” he glanced at the two
girls with a smile on his face. “I’ll have to watch out for your little
boyfriend’s band, right?”
And then he left, while (Y/N) felt her cheeks heat up, which
made (B/F/N) start laughing loudly, which caught some people’s attention.
“He’s going to tease me for the rest of my life.”
the girl threw her head back in frustration. “Thank you, (B/F/N).”
“Aw, don’t be mad at me.” she replied, taking the
girl’s hand and beginning to pull her closer to the stage. “Come on, let’s
try to stay ahead.”
It was not that difficult to get to the front of the stage,
since most people seemed to prefer to stay in the background. The two girls
thought there should be some reason why no one was so close, so they stayed
with the people in the front row at a safe distance.
With the beginning of the presentations, the only thing that
(Y/N) could think about was how many garage bands existed in that region. Some
of them had cool songs, but some were just awful. (B/N)’s band (or, well, (B/N)’s
cousin) came on stage, and she had to admit, they were awesome. She never knew (B/N)
could play drums, not so well. And he seemed to be having so much fun doing it.
(B/F/N) let out a few discreet squeals every time (B/N) looked at them and
“I guess I’m not the only one who has a boyfriend playing here today.” (Y/N)
said with a laugh, this time taking a slap from (B/F/N), who shook her head to
the rhythm of the song with a smile on her face.
Shortly after (B/N)’s presentation,Rodrickcame with his
band. Coincidence or not, he was also the drummer, which made (B/F/N) give her
a sly look. He wore a shirt with his band’s logo and eyeliner around his eyes.
Rodrick, after setting everything up, began to stare into the audience, his
eyes searching for someone. And then stopping when he saw (Y/N). He gave her a
big smile, which made her smile back.
“You guys are adorable.” (B/F/N) murmured in her
(Y/N) just kept smiling, ignoring her friend. But the smile
disappeared as they began to play their music. Well, the rhythm wasn’t so bad,
it was… Well… Dancing? But the lyrics, dear God. The girl started to feel
bad about the Heffley boy when she realized how much people had cheered and
screamed during (B/N)’s performance, and how now people were quiet and none
seemed to like the song.
So she started clapping her hands and shouting words of
encouragement to the boys, especially Rodrick. He didn’t even seem to notice
how people seemed to be hating their music because she was cheering for him, and that seemed to be a good thing.
With the motivation she was sending, he started to play even
louder, which made her wince before continuing. (B/F/N) also started clapping
her hands, trying to keep her friend from embarrassing herself, which didn’t
seem to be working since everyone looked at them like they were crazy.
At the end of the performance, the two applauded, with a few
more people who seemed to feel sorry for them. Rodrick, once again, seemed to
notice none of it, since a big smile was on his face as he stepped off the
“That was… Interesting.” (B/F/N) nodded.
“Yes, of course.” (Y/N) chuckled.
Soon the presentations were over and the best band was
announced. (Y/N) had no idea what their prize would be, but she seemed almost
certain that Loded Diper wouldn’t win. And she was right. In the end, it seemed
that (B/N)’s cousin’s band was really good, as they won. (Y/N) gave him thumbs
up, as he celebrated. Then she looked around and noticed that Rodrick was
staring at her. He seemed to be disappointed for not winning. For not having
impressed her enough. She sighed and went to talk to him.
“Hey.” (Y/N) said approaching him. “You were
very good up there.”
His frown was replaced by a smile. “You and your friend
seemed to be having a good time.”
“Totally.” she nodded. “I would definitely
call your band to… Well, whatever I had to call you guys.”
“We’ve played on some birthdays.” (Y/N) continued
to smile, thinking to herself how it would have ended.
“Well…” the girl felt her stomach turn a little
and her hands began to sweat. “You could tell me more about it if we went
out, maybe, someday.”
Rodrick looked at her suspiciously, trying to understand
what that phrase would have meant. In the end, when he seemed to realize she
had suggested a date, he just smirked.
“I always knew you liked me.” he nodded in
approval, making her roll her eyes. He had noticed it before her, then.
“Yeah, maybe I do.” she chuckled and stood on
tiptoe, giving a peck to the boy’s lips.
Rodrick’s eyes went wide, clearly showing he didn’t expect
that to happen. (Y/N) gave him a sweet smile, turning her back and leaving to
find (B/F/N), leaving the wordless boy behind. He might have lost the contest,
but he had won the girl.
Three years ago he came to you. You weren’t surprised to see him hover around your hospital bed. His type fed on new death, and you were almost there. He waited, glowing eyes in the dark that everyone saw but no one could make go away. Your parents tried, first telling him to leave and then begging him to.
They should’ve known better. Death eaters were patient creatures. And you…you were almost a corpse by then, anyway.
And then he surprised the both of you. Instead of waiting for you to keel over like the vulture he was, he saw something in you, something you still hadn’t discovered, yourself. Whatever it was, though, it drove him to slice open both his and your chest, to cut in half your hearts, and to trade them.
It was mutually beneficial. You lived in a constant half-dead state – who needed breath and food, anyway? – and he drew strength from the half-dead heart in his chest.
At first you thought it was merely a kind of business transaction, but he wouldn't leave. He followed you, watched you, even protected you. You saw his eyes when you were shopping for new clothes, peeking out between the racks; you heard the scrape of his talons at college in your philosophy class; you felt his panic when he pulled you out of the way of speeding car.
Then the gifts began arriving. You’d wake up with freshly shredded corpses on your bed, something that used to be a bird or raccoon not only left there but arranged just so. Some mornings you’d find coagulated blood in a pouch on your doorstep, and sometimes you’d pull a mutilated rat from your bookbag when you sought out assignments to turn in. Somehow it was all…appealing.
He turned death into beauty, your savior.
He didn’t speak much, nothing beyond low, guttural words struggled past sharp fangs in a desperate bid to communicate with you. That’s what did it for you: that struggle to speak. You sat with him for hours, helping him learn to speak basic words around the mass of teeth in his mouth.
That night he sang to you as you crawled into bed, curled up underneath your mattress. In the morning you woke with him snuggled around you, all warm fur and long limbs, his snout in your hair.
And he never left again. From that day on, he was always with you, always beside you. People were scared, confused, even enraged; it raised suspicions and incited paranoia. Why don’t you eat? Why is that thing following you? What happened to you in that hospital?
Eventually, annoyed, you chose to leave. Humans had nothing more to offer you, anyway.
“Take me home,” you told him.
No human had ever ventured to the death eater’s realm before. Not only was it crazy, but it lacked all life except the creatures themselves, and even they had to leave to feed. If not for their own beating hearts, the realm would be considered wholly dead. Even the air could kill a human.
A living human – but you weren’t alive anymore, were you?
His family was gigantic. They accepted you, though – you were, after all, carrying half the heart of one of theirs. And, gradually, you began understanding their trilling and clicking, and you began feeling your monster’s emotions. As time passed, you even found that the monsters weren’t monsters at all – they were just a family, a sentient race of terrifying-looking creatures whose home and food both required death.
They never killed. They merely scented death’s arrival and waited for whatever it was to die.
Outside of that, they were just like people. His brothers liked to present themselves like they were him, playing little jokes on you. His sisters found your blonde hair fascinating, always petting and brushing it. His parents were huggers, and every time you met them they paused to embrace you before letting you go.
Three years ago, a monster saved your life. Now you lived with him in his world, bringing life to it – the body you thought was totally dead proved to have one last spark left.
summary: You and Bucky have been dating for a couple of years now. Lately, he has become extremely distant. You worry that the end of your relationship is in sight. - requested by anon. (want to make a request?)
I was losing him, and I didn’t know why, or how to stop it.
I met Bucky about six months after he was accused of the bombings in Vienna. He had been all over the news – people debating whether or not the Winter Soldier was a criminal. People demanded he and Captain America be charged with treason, terrorism, basically anything they could think of that had even the slimmest chance of sticking. It was a debate that took over news channels for months and months. People wanted so-called justice, but no one could find Captain Rogers or his team.
I know I’m not the first person to think or feel this way, but I really feel obligated to show my appreciation for George / Joji.
This man.. He goes above and beyond to entertain all of us. He’s putting out stuff for us to watch, slaving away to create music for us to listen to, AND he still makes time to go perform live. He’s drowning in his projects, I’m sure stressing himself out beyond belief, but he just DOES NOT STOP.
He is the definition of dedication. I don’t even have the motivation to get out of bed to get a drink, let alone dedicating every waking moment of my life to produce anything. He deserves so much more credit than what he’s given. This guy should be way more famous than he is at this current point in time, and I’m sure he will be someday.
I don’t know him on a personal level, but from everything I’ve seen, this is the type of person I want to watch grow and grow and just NEVER stop thriving. The amount of happiness he’s unintentially brought me over the years is something I will forever be thankful for.
From the deepest depths of my being, I wish nothing but happiness and success to you, George / Joji. I genuinely care for your well-being more than my own, and seeing you advance in life gives me motivation to do more with myself. Thank you so much for just being alive.