i tried to keep this simple but i really think things are confusing

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Here it is! This is my first oneshot and longest piece yet – please be kind. As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Happy reading! xxh

Request? Yes! 

getting in a fight with harry and you almost break up and you have emotional sex where you’re both crying and stealing kisses and it’s raw and you’re both just so in love and i don’t know meaningful sex is so much better than just getting in each other’s pants when you feel like it – anon

Word count: 4.5k 

Genre: Angst/smut

Pairing: y/n & Harry

It was quite odd how you could feel so alone in a room so full of people.

Music jumping off of the walls, a steady bass thumping in your chest; laughter cutting through the air, cheers every so often as another round was poured out. The energy was addictive, yet you felt as if you were secluded in your own little bubble, away from everyone else and invisible to the party guests.

Harry stood beside you, happily buzzing with a glass of whiskey in hand. His laughs bellowed out from his chest and were much louder than normal – amplified by the alcohol pulsing through his body. He wasn’t drunk, but the extra confidence given to him by the glass he held was very obvious.

He’d turn to you, mouth parted and about to ask a question, but was swiftly pulled away by an eager acquaintance to congratulate him on ‘his big debut in Hollywood!’ or ‘his incredible new music!’. Harry was too kind to just brush off the compliment with a simple “thank you,” and was quickly taken up in another conversation, leaving you alone.

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Negotiations

I walked into the room, avoiding direct eye contact with the alien waiting for me. Its huge eyes just looked like a jet black sclera set in a sack of vaguely damp, wrinkled gray leather. If eyes are a window into the soul, this creepy little guy would give satan a run for his money. They just put me on edge, somehow. I’d have to make eye contact anyway, but it could wait.

I strode up to the meeting table, pulled out the chair, and sat down. I shuffled around in my bag for a moment before pulling out a small piece of tech, which I set on the table in front of me.

“Before we begin, I want to be sure of a few things. This device you’ve provided us with, it is 100% effective at understanding and translating languages, correct?”

The alien across from me nodded. It’s a nice little allowance they’ve made for comfort, learning our body language, but its bulbous head threw the whole gesture off. It made me think of one of those old inflatable toys with a weight on the bottom, that would lean too far to the side before bouncing straight back up. Woobles or something. It didn’t really matter.

“Nearly. We occasionally find a race with one or two concepts that it has trouble with, but that’s easily smoothed over.”

I took a deep breath, and waited a moment to compose myself. This whole thing was going to be more trying than not interrupting old man Higgins up the street while he went on about whatever racist sentiment was in his head at the moment.

“One or two…okay. That’s odd.”

The alien blinked. Eyelids came in from not just the top and bottom, but also the sides. That’s just plain creepy. Reminds me of one of those really old movies they threw on the media blacklist pretty much as soon as first contact started. Something in black. Whatever it was, I remember seeing it as a kid, and that guy at the beginning had nothing on this alien’s eyes.

“Have you already found something it can’t translate?”

I nodded, then pulled out my communicator and scrolled through a few documents. I really needed to clean this thing out. Can’t believe I didn’t get around to it before coming to such an important meeting. Imagine the debacle that would result if I opened exactly the wrong thing. Never can know what that might be, honestly.

“Of a sort, yes. Mind humoring me for a few minutes?”

The alien steepled its hands together, and leaned forward. That’s just plain creepy. I wonder how they learned such context specific body language? Not that it really matters, I guess. Not my problem.

“Certainly. After all, it can take years to accept a race into the Federation.”

Nodding again, I pulled up a document on my communicator, then leaned back in my chair as I began. This was going to be more interesting than that time your classmate Jimmy found some old matches somewhere and almost burned the school down by mistake.

“Excellent. This shouldn’t take much time. I mentioned that we found some issues with your device. Allow me to demonstrate: Espionage.”

The little device on the table beeped, and a red light flashed.

“ERROR: NO ANALOGUE FOUND”

I sighed. That one had been an accident. We just had the thing sitting in a conference room while we discussed the implications of the visit when it came up. But, when something that simple for us to understand came up, we had to try for more.

“Reverse Engineering.”

Again, a beep and a flash of red.

“ERROR: NO ANALOGUE FOUND”

“Spycraft.”

And again with the beep. This was going to get irritating if I didn’t speed things up a bit. Too bad we hadn’t managed to find a mute option for that feature.

“ERROR: NO ANALOGUE FO-”

“Overwhelming Force”

“ERROR: NO-”

“Scorched Earth”

“ER-”

“Kamikaze”

“E-”

Blitzkrieg, Stealth, Mutually Assured Destruction, Acceptable Losses, Pyrrhic Victory, Guerilla Warfare, Encirclement, Entrenchment, Siege.”

The device gave off a series of distressed beeps, punctuated by rapid blinking of the little red light. I almost felt sorry for it. Almost.

“TOO MANY ERRORS DETECTED. REBOOTING. RUNNING SELF DIAGNOSTIC. NO DISCREPANCIES FOUND,”

I paused, and glanced across the table at the alien before looking back down at the translator. This was going to hit it harder than a washed up holovid actor with no auditions and less money hits rock bottom.

“Xenocide”

The chair across from me clattered to the ground as the alien practically fell out of its seat. I don’t blame the poor thing. Of all the aggressive, militaristic words we tried, that was one of the ones we least expected to translate. I mean, really. Who has a word for the intentional extermination of an entire sapient species when they don’t even understand fundamental hostile international mechanics like spying?

“Why do you have a word for…what was all that just now?”

I chuckled a bit while motioning for the alien to sit back down. His reaction had been pretty good, perfectly suitable for one of those hammed-up old dramas where the hero realizes they’ve been working with the villain all along.

“We were confused about that too. So we took a look at the information you sent as part of first contact with us. We noticed something interesting. Every single race in your Federation is carnivorous. Why is that?”

The alien seemed smaller somehow as it settled back into a seat. It looked kind of like a balloon slowly losing air, if that balloon was made of moldering gray leather with eyes that made your spinal column decide it wanted a holiday in Fiji.

“First contact has always been made after sapient races make it to multiple worlds. We’ve never found a sapient herbivorous race which failed to destroy themselves in resource wars and aggressive action. We’ve never found herbivores capable of surviving long enough to leave their own world.”

I leaned forward in the chair and smiled while finally making direct eye contact with the alien. I think the poor thing shivered when I did that. Not that I blame it. Imagine your reaction when you start to put the pieces together and realize that your friendly, upstanding next door neighbor might be the world’s most wanted criminal.

“And the races you have found, while commonly using threat displays, do not waste resources on wars they cannot easily win, correct?”

The alien nodded as it slouched a bit in its chair. It looked kind of like it was trying to hide. Who wouldn’t want to hide from the monsters in their closet?

“Wasted resources means decreased likelihood of survival.”

I shrugged. That was true enough, though rather coldly logical. Dispassionate logic like that has never been our strong suit. Then again, that’s why I’m in this situation in the first place, so it evens out.

“And yet herbivores constantly waste resources on aggression, on movement, on having more young than will possibly survive.”

The alien was staring at me. I’m not sure when the last time it blinked was. I wonder if those eyes need some kind of lubrication to keep from drying out. Probably, they looked a bit less creepy than they should’ve. Looked like they were losing their shine.

“And they die for it. That’s exactly why we’ve never encountered spacefaring herbivores. Their inherent aggression is their own demise.”

I held eye contact. I’d almost swear the alien was a weird statue right now. Don’t know who would commission a statue made of old greasy leather, but I’m sure there’s someone with too much money and too little sense who would give it a shot.

“Indeed. Now, back to the subject at hand. I’ll ask you before we continue: what can you offer humans for joining your Federation?”

The alien sputtered as it started moving again. I’d swear it looked offended. Maybe it doesn’t see where this is going. Not that it really matters, I guess. I mean, it probably matters about as much as posting a formal complaint to a new corporate policy, which is to say not at all.

“We’ve already sent the offer. You’ve seen that, I’m sure.”

I nodded, and began to tap out a staccato rhythm on the table with my fingers. I never could remember where I learned this stupid tune. I’ve known it as long as I can remember, and it just moves into my head on occasion and sticks around like that one couchsurfing friend who doesn’t understand the idea of wearing out their welcome.

“And I’m asking, what else do you have to offer?”

The alien just shook its head again, staring at the device. I wonder if it thought we might’ve tampered with it. As if we knew how. That little thing is way beyond our current abilities. We had some scientists pry it open and look inside, just to be sure.

“Nothing. I’m not sure why you’re-”

I raised my hand, cutting him off. Huh. Not sure why that worked. Did they learn that much of our body language? That’s still really creepy, if it’s the case. Or, maybe I just have it on edge. I dunno. I guess it doesn’t matter.

“May I have permission to connect my datapad with my ship’s computers?”

The alien glanced away from me for a moment. I assume it was checking in with superiors somehow. Maybe it was psychic, to an extent. Or maybe they just had an implant of some sort. We’ll find out eventually, I’m sure.

“Yes, if you like.”

I sighed. I guess that makes things easier for us. I don’t think anyone was going to like what I was about to do. This whole thing felt kind of like one of those holovids of an accident, where you know what’s coming and don’t want to keep going, but for some reason you just can’t seem to stop and pull yourself away.

“Computer, show video: Hiroshima”

A screen appeared in the air above my datapad. It started playing back an old, grainy video. Shaky, taken by hand in an aircraft in a firefight. Below, you can barely see a city being blotted out by a massive explosion. A cloud of smoke, fire and debris was rapidly climbing into the sky, billowing, growing, blooming into an eerie and easily recognized mushroom cloud.

“That’s…you’re using weapons of that scale on a population center? How recent was this?”

I shrugged, and closed the video. The screen on my datapad went back to the document I had up earlier. Gotta love how well they managed to predict this whole thing. I made a mental note to recommend a raise for whoever set up that document for me.

“Three centuries ago. Prior to our invention of spaceflight. Part of a much larger conflict. This is a relatively minor example of “overwhelming force”“

“ERROR: NO A-”

“Shut it. Computer, show infosheet: Battle of Stalingrad.”

A series of graphs and diagrams appeared above my datapad. They showed resources, time, maps, battle plans, and death tolls. Images were interspersed throughout, as were annotations on the tactical value of this, the emotional value of that. Prominent among them was a single apartment building, including notes on sniping from the roof and support via tunnels.

“That…what purpose would that…why w-”

Again, I raised my hand to cut him off, before closing the infosheet. Maybe it was both. Nah, couldn’t be. Only way it was both having this guy on edge and our body language is if it somehow had our body language built in. Unsettling thought, but not exactly likely.

“Because Stalingrad was an advantageous location and the people who died there were considered ‘Acceptable losses’“

“ERRO-”

“Computer, show gallery: General Sherman’s March to the Sea.”

A multitude of images appeared over the datapad. Rail lines and roads intentionally broken and destroyed. Farms and fields scoured clean and left to fallow. Buildings and towns razed to the ground. A broken people left to mourn and starve.

“So much waste…that can’t be intentional, can it?”

I glanced at the images, the wanton destruction that campaign caused, and the very orders that caused it. That kind of thing may be considered morally reprehensible now, even a war crime, but it wasn’t always. At the time, the strategy was extolled as one of the reasons the war ended the way it did.

“It was intentional.”

The alien stared at me, its reflective black eyes bigger than I’d ever seen them before. Creepy as all hell, that’s for sure. I’d rather not deal with these kinds of meetings in the future. Maybe after this I could negotiate for some kind of retirement.

“But…why?”

I tapped my datapad and closed the gallery, then leaned back and tossed my feet on the table. May as well relax, I already knew how this was going to end.

“Because it rendered the enemy unable to use resources Sherman couldn’t keep. Computer, assemble and show video grouping: RTS Games”

A large grid of videos came up, showing a huge range of scenes. Largely battle, the settings varied from open space to deep ocean, from early history to the far “future.” Even battles across space and time could be seen.

“The translator can’t have gotten that right. Those are military tactical simulations. Higher level than anything I’ve ever seen or heard of.”

I laughed as I closed out all of the videos and turned back to the alien. Creepy and unsettling as it might be, I’m pretty sure I was terrifying the poor thing. Not that I really felt sorry for it. Not at all.

“No. They aren’t. Those are games. Toys. For. Fun. And they’re a couple hundred years out of date. From what I’ve seen, nearly every human capable of coherent speech is capable of tactically overwhelming your Federation. And since we’re already here, in space, it’s too late for you to say no. So, I’ll ask again:

What do you have to offer us?”

You’ll always have a home- Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Warnings: Angst, kissing, like a makeout kinda part? Is that even a warning?

Description: Jughead seemed off lately, with Jason’s death, and the drive-min closing, reader can tell something is off, but cant really pinpoint what

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The first time I could tell something was off was when I mentioned the coffeemaker. It was funny how something as simple as the mention of a coffee pot was the spark of my curiosity towards the situation.
“I swear to god, you drink so much coffee, I’m just going to get you a pot for your birthday so you can save some money.” And there it was, the slight twitch in his shoulders and the split second of a tense look on his face before he began laughing along. It was so quick, I was surprised I even caught it, but I did.
 I never asked about Jughead’s home life. He always steered clear of it so I figured it was a touchy subject. I wondered why I hadn’t been invited over in… well…. ever. Then I started putting together the bits and pieces of information and realized: I hadn’t a clue what roof Jughead was sleeping under at night.
Obviously, it was time to investigate.
And I had the perfect opportunity one afternoon.
“Shit, I forgot my textbook at home.” Jughead muttered, his head ducked down and searching in his schoolbag.
“We can walk to your house and get it if you want.” There it was, the tense-up. Jughead froze in his tracks for a split second before regaining his composure and kept walking. To anybody else, it would have looked normal, but I wasn’t anyone else. I was his best friend, and he was the boy I was in love with.
“No, it’s fine. I can just use yours, right?” Jughead looked at me with almost pleading eyes, and I didn’t want to egg him on any longer. I wanted him to open up and tell me the truth, not shut me out.
“Yeah, of course.” I smiled up at my friend and he smiled back reassuringly. Deep down, I knew something was wrong.
And a week later, I began to confirm those suspicions.
“Can you believe they’re shutting down the drive-in?!” Jughead screeched at me one morning as I walked up the front steps of our school.
“Wait, what?” I gave him a confused look.
“Yeah! Apparently an “anonymous buyer” gave the mayor an offer she just couldn’t refuse” Jughead through his hands up in dramatic sarcasm before scoffing and folding them over his chest angrily.
“Juggie, I’m sorry you’re going to lose your job, but- “
“it’s more than just my job, y/n!” Jughead paused for a second. I watched his Addams apple move quickly as he gulped down words that were threatening to pour out of his mouth. “It’s, it’s, it’s a special place! It’s special to us! I took you there when you first moved here! Remember?!”
“Yeah.” I laughed, thinking back to the memories of Jug and I sneaking up to the film roll room and watching through the peek hole while Jughead made sure the tapes were switched out on time.
“hello?! Earth to y/n?” Jughead waved his face in front of me, and I brought myself out of my quick trip to the past, listening to Jugheads rambling about the drive- in.
Jughead brought it up later to our friends as we ate at pop’s, inviting Veronica, Kevin, Betty and I to the last drive in on Friday. Of course, they all agreed to go, and we all planned who we would drive with. I decided to walk with Jughead, and Kevin was taking Veronica. Betty was going to go with Archie.
“I’m going to go to the mayor again and see if I can convince her to keep the drive- in.” Jughead told me as we began to part ways that night. I grabbed his sleeve, pulling me back to him.
“Jughead, why is the Twilight drive-in so important to save?” I asked him, my voice soft and full of concern.
“It’s my job, y/n! I thought that might be an important thing to try and save!” Jughead’s words dripped with sarcasm as he yelled at me. He never usually got angry like this.
“Ok, I’ll see you at school tomorrow, good luck.” I spoke softly as I backed away slowly. I watched Jughead’s face go from angry to apologetic and walked away before he could say anything.
Jughead and I didn’t really speak much for the next few days. We still walked to class together, and he walked me home. He told me that the Mayor just wouldn’t listen to him or give his words any consideration, so I tried going to her myself the day after he did to change her mind.
“Hello, miss- “I opened the door to her office slowly, speaking with the politest tone I could manage.
“Miss y/l/n, I’m sorry, but the drive in is closing, and that’s final.” The mayor cut me off with a firm but somewhat polite tone.
“I’m sorry to bother you, this is just really important to Jughead. I just wanted to at least try and change your mind.”
“That’s quite alright, miss y/l/n.” The mayor smiled at me, staring at me for another moment before speaking again.
“Jughead is… special. He doesn’t have a lot of friends, certainly not any that would at least try to help him with something like this. I’m sorry I can’t save the drive in. I wish I could, for your sake and Jughead’s, but… “The mayor sighed, rubbing the side of her head with her thumb and forefinger.
“Thank you for your time.” I nodded, beginning to exit the Mayor’s office.
“Y/n?” I turned to the sound of the mayor’s voice. “Jughead is lucky to have a friend like you.”
“Thank you, Mayor.” I exited the office, my shoulders heavy.
The night of the drive-in, I rode to the lot with Kevin and Veronica, meeting up with Jughead. I found him by the snack counter and smiled as I watched him talk aimlessly with the boy in the booth.
“Hey, Jug.” I greeted my best friend and the boy he was talking to.
“Hey, y/n/n.” Jughead wrapped an arm around me, hugging me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his waist, my head leaning against his chest.
“How are you feeling?” I asked him, my voice muffled by his shirt. Jughead shrugged before looking down at me with a small smile on his face.
“Could be better, but you’re here, so I guess I’m not under a complete raincloud of doom.”
“Oh, so just a small one then?” I teased, grinning up at him.
“Yeah, it’s kinda just lingering somewhere behind me, ready to open up and strike me with a lightning bolt at any given moment.” I laughed at Jughead’s comment.
“Are you gonna come lay with us on the truck?” I asked him, a pleading look on my face. I grabbed his hand and began tugging him toward Kevin’s truck.
Jughead sucked in a breath before giving in. “Fine, Fine, I guess I’ll be angsty and depressed in the back of the truck instead of in the film room.” I jumped happily before intertwining Jughead’s hand with mine and pulling him towards the back of the truck. Veronica and Kevin sat curled up in blankets and scooted over so Jughead and I could sit next to them.
“Ah, it’s the official partners in crime, the tag team, the endgame, the- “
“I thought Archie and Betty were endgame?” I cut off Kevin before he could throw another couple reference at jughead and I.
“Yes, but that was before he got vocal with our music teacher.” Kevin grinned at his subtle pun and I rolled my eye.
“Ok, no Archie, no Ms. Grundy, no endgames, let’s just enjoy the drive in while we can, alright?” Veronica handed Jughead and I a blanket. I climbed in to Jughead’s lap and rested my back against his chest and he wrapped the blanket around us, his arms going around my waist under the cloth.
“Thank you,” Jughead whispered in my ear.
“For what?” I whispered back, grabbing the popcorn Veronica handed me.
“The mayor told me you stopped by to see her.” Jughead whispered to me. I turned around to face him and he was looking up at the big drive in screen, the lights reflecting off his face and casting shadows under his eyes and chin. He looked painstakingly beautiful. Jughead’s eyes flickered down to look at me and he smirked a bit before looking back up at the screen.
We stayed almost the whole night, watching movie after movie. The only time Jughead left was to go switch out the rolls as the credits came after the end of every showing. He would re-appear five minutes later, and I would lift the blanket as he hopped over the side of Kevin’s truck and resumed his prior position, his arms wrapped around me and his chin on my shoulder. At 4 in the morning, the credits to the last movie rolled, with only a few cars left on the lot. Veronica and Kevin were leaned against each other as they snored lightly, and my back rested against Jughead’s chest. I looked up at the mesmerizing boy. He had a hard look on his face and his jaw was clenched, his eyes glossy and shiny, the credits from the screen reflecting off his pupils.
“Jughead?” I spoke softly, my eyes on the raven-haired boy. He kept his gaze on the screen ahead of him. “Jughead, the construction people will be here soon, we have to go.”
“You guys go, I’m gonna hang around a little longer.” Jughead pulled away from me, climbing out of the truck and disappearing around the side of it. I turned to my friends, shaking them lightly to wake them up. Kevin woke first, carrying a still-sleeping Veronica around to the passenger seat and lying her in it. I grabbed my blanket and my backpack and swung it over my shoulder and waited at the driver’s side of the vehicle.
“Aren’t you and Jughead coming?” Kevin asked me, walking around to the front of the car where I stood.
“No, Jughead said he wanted to stay a bit longer, so I’ll wait with him.” I hugged my friend before he climbed in to the driver’s side.
“Hey, if you guys do it in the film room, I want details.” Kevin grinned devilishly before starting the car and driving away. I just shook my head, laughing at his comment. I made my way to the wall of the film room and leaned against it, folding my blanket. I pulled the bag off my shoulder, sticking the blanket inside.
 I waited for Jughead for another hour or so, playing on my phone mindlessly. I figured he was soaking up what he could of the film room before Mr. Andrews’ company teared it to shreds. The drive- in was his favorite place in town, besides the chock-lit shoppe.
I watched as the sky started to get lighter and I checked the time. 6:08 A.M. It wasn’t like I had never pulled an all-nighter before, and I wasn’t going to leave until I at least made sure Jughead was alright and home safe. I leaned back against the building, hearing birds chirping as the sun rose. Minutes later, I heard a voice from the other side of the building, and I turned my head, kicking off the wall with my heel and poking my head slightly around the corner. I saw the back of Jughead, and he was facing a man that looked familiar. Jughead had what looked like a camper bag hanging off his back, a poster sticking out of it.
“They’ll tear that booth down, too. Raise the whole place, send it to the junkyard.” The man in front of Jughead spoke, a smile playing on his lips.” And us with it.”
“Yeah, maybe they’ll save it. All the pieces. Store it in the town hall attic and rebuild it in a hundred years. Wonder who the hell we were.” I could almost picture the bittersweet smile on Jug’s face.
“Hmm.” The man smiled a bit more before his face became serious.
“So where are you gonna live now?” My heart stopped, a million emotions and realizations hitting me like a bus.
“I’ll figure it out dad, I always do.” I watched Jughead walked past him, walking towards the entrance of the drive in. I snuck around the other side of the building, making my way towards the entrance. I managed to beat Jughead to it and stood at the gate, my arms crossed as I waited for the boy I loved.
Jughead came around the corner, stopping in his tracks when he saw me. He had what looked like a busted look in his face as I stood there, a blank expression matching the hurt, worry, and concern for the boy.
“Y/n… what are you still doing here? I thought you-?” Jughead asked me, hoping I hadn’t caught on to what was going on.
“When exactly were you planning on telling me that you were homeless?” I cut him off, my tone of voice coming off as if I were a concerned mother. Jughead opened his mouth, trying to find the words to speak, but gave up, closing it instead.
Juggie? Really? I’m your best friend! We tell each other everything? Why would you keep this from me? More importantly, why aren’t you staying with your father? Is he homeless too? Did he kick you out? What is going on, Forsythe?! Tell me!” I paced back and forth as I rambled, before turning to look at Jughead. He looked down at the dirt underneath his shoes, His hand wrapped around the strap of his bag. I waited for an answer, my arms spread wide in front of me as I stared at him. Jughead said something that I couldn’t make out.
“What?” I spoke, encouraging him to repeat himself. Jughead lifted his head, the rims of his eyes a dark pink and tears falling down his face. My face dropped quickly, my heart clenching tightly as I looked at the broken boy in front of me.
“I said,” Jughead lifted his sleeve to wipe his running nose.” I don’t have a home.” His voice cracked slightly and more tears fell down Jughead’s face as he dropped the bag from his shoulder.
“Jughead.” I dropped my bag as well and quickly ran to the boy, trying to keep my tears from falling as I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Jughead wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in to my neck and quietly crying. We stood there for a few minutes, my one hand rubbing his back and my other pulling off his hat so I could run my fingers through his hair, doing everything I knew in my power that could soothe him.
“Jughead, Hey, Jug.” My hands cupped his cheeks, rubbing the tears away from his eyes while mine began to fall freely.” Listen to me, you are not homeless, ok? And you will never, ever, be homeless, as long as I am alive and breathing.” I stopped for a second to inhale quickly, my nose stuffed.” You are going to come with me to Pop’s, and I’m going to buy us breakfast, and then we are going to go back to my house, and you’re going to take a shower, because lord knows how long it’s been since you’ve had one,” Jughead chuckled lightly at my statement and I also let out a breathy laugh.” And then you’re going to crawl in to the guest bed, and you’re going to get some sleep, because it literally exhausts me every time I see those bags under your eyes. And you’re going to stay with me, ok?” Jughead nodded silently, knowing that this was a losing battle.
“And this never. Happens. Again. You got it? God, Jug, something terrible could have happened to you. We’ve got a murderer waltzing around town, do you know how easily you could have been killed?” I scolded, more tears falling down my face. I backed away from Jughead, going to grab my bag. “I don’t know how I can ever survive without you, ever! I would have dropped dead if anything ever happened to you! You’re the most important thing in this entire world to me! I don’t even know how- “Jughead grabbed my arm, turning me to face him before leaning down and planting his lips on mine. I stood still for a second, processing the shock of the gesture before wrapping my arms back around his neck and pulling his body closer to mine. Jughead wrapped his arms around my waist, his lips moving against mine. After a few moments, we pulled apart, my chest rising and falling as I caught my breath.
“Jughead, I- “Apparently, Jughead wasn’t done, because he pressed his lips to mine again, taking my breath away once more. We stood at the gate of the drive in for a little while longer, Jughead pushing me backwards until my back was against the fence and his body was pressed firmly against mine. We broke apart when we heard a man clear his throat.
“Uh, we’re gonna have to ask you to leave the premises.” The man spoke politely.” Construction begins soon.”
“Oh, sorry sir.” I apologized quickly, fixing my hair that Jughead had his fist tangled in moments ago, and grabbed my bag. Jughead did the same, grabbing my hand and leading me away from the drive in and down the street towards Pop’s. We stopped at my house so we could drop off our bags and began our trek to the 24-hour diner.
“Hey, Jughead.” I looked up at the boy as we walked hand in hand to the diner. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Jughead looked down at me, smiling warmly.
“No, Jughead, I- “
“I know, and I love you, too.” I stopped walking, causing Jughead to stop as well. Jughead looked down at me and I leaned up, pressing another kiss to his lips.
Jughead and I made it to the diner soon after, spotting Archie, Betty, Veronica, and Kevin at a booth. When they saw us, they invited us to sit and Archie and Kevin grabbed chairs from another table.
“So, did anything happen in the film room?” Kevin wiggled his eyebrows at me as Jughead and I slid in to the booth. I slapped his shoulder before glaring at him.
“Nah, nothing happened in the film room.” Jughead paused momentarily before speaking again.” It happened outside the film room.” Kevin’s mouth dropped open wide.
“You kinky fuckers!” Kevin hollered. The table laughed as I turned red in embarrassment. I felt Jughead’s hand grab mine under the table and I smiled, my fingers intertwining with his.
He would always have a home, and it would be with me.

oh, shit, people actually asked me to follow up on Preaching The Good Word of A Functional Alignment System, okay

i hope you people know what you’re unleashing here

(whole thing prompted by this right here, notably including the tag #unpopular opinion: the definition of lawful and chaotic has been thoroughly twisted over the years since od&d)

So some of you (the ones who didn’t request this) might be wondering: “Alterz, why would you want to go back to the old alignment method? If people generally agree on the new alignment definitions then why confuse things by trying to change them? Is this just some old system nostalgia?”

Well 1) I’m too young by far for old system nostalgia but more importantly 2) people don’t? agree????? on the alignments???????

And that’s a problem, because the whole point of the alignments is to give some rough guidelines on how any given character is likely to act. It should be inarguable. The very fact that people can have arguments over what an alignment is means that the system has failed.

If you look in the alignment section on the more recent D&D editions, they literally have to go into detail on each alignment to explain what each one means. Worse still, for a system theoretically set up as a gradient, the different alignments are basically buckets and it gets really confusing if a character doesn’t neatly fit into one of those buckets.

Some examples from characters I have actually played: a mercenary who I labeled as neutral because I could make equally compelling arguments for why he should be lawful neutral, chaotic neutral, neutral good, and neutral evil. A hermit who at any given time was chaotic neutral or neutral good, but could never reliably be described as chaotic good.

Under the system I’m about to provide you, the mercenary is inarguably chaotic neutral and the hermit is unambiguously lawful good. End of sentence, all cleared up.

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Jealousy Games 02

Description: You decide to play a game of push and pull with your ex Jungkook, bringing Jimin along for the ride.

Pairing: JungkookxReaderxJimin

Genre: Smut (M)

Word Count: 6.2k

Index: 01, 02, 03

Warnings: Jungkook’s POV, masturbation, dirty talk, voyeurism. 

A/N: Alright y’all. Here it is. After this chapter, we can officially head into everything @ellieljade and I have planned. You’re not ready, tbh. As always, thank you to Nicole for being my beta and soundboard. 

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Just Business, No Pleasure

Warnings: SMUT (Ages 18+)

Summary: You and Bucky have been successfully keeping your relationship a secret for a while now. However, you’re not so sure how much longer you can take it once he’s assigned the job of seducing another woman on a mission.

Word Count: 4.6k (I’m so sorry)

MASTERLIST

Originally posted by ohhseby


“—this is the target’s wife, Lucille. She was dumb enough to marry him and he was dumb enough to think she’d be faithful. Barnes, I want you to go about seducing her. Y’know, the typical ‘40s charm: court her, woo her, whisper sweet nothings; the whole shebang.” Your blood went cold at Tony’s words, not even daring to look at Bucky across the conference room table. “Most of us will be stationed around the gala with our comms on, but some of us are gonna stay back here and monitor the situation through security camera footage.”

“Why am I the one doing the seducing? Don’t you think this—” Bucky started, pointing to his vibranium arm, “—will be a bit of a dead giveaway that I’m not just some random suitor?” he asked, his unimpressed tone clearly challenging Tony and, although you still didn’t dare to look at him, you knew his countenance matched his voice.

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I Hate You (Harry Hook X Reader)

Originally posted by lavendertitties

A/N: I was actually really happy with how this one turned out. I hope you guys like it xxx
Request: Yes!
What about about something with Harry and the daughter of Meg and Hercules? Idk with that wit I feel like they would be a good pair ya know!
Words: 3700 (Holy shit this was a lot longer than planned)
Warnings: Swearing and Fluff


“Ben! I said no. Which word don’t you understand?”
“Come on Y/N, I’m desperate. What am I supposed to do? Turn him away?”
“Come to think of it that’s not such a bad idea”
You knew something was up when Ben called you to his office that morning, he only had meetings there when he wanted something from you. And sure enough, there you were, being sucked into some plan you wanted nothing to do with.
“Y/N it’s not permanent! Just until we make some other arrangements” he said, looking at you with wide eyes, a tactic that usually caused you to cave in.
“I don’t see why it always has to be me!” You fired back, crossing your arms over your chest in protest.
You refused to back down. Being the daughter of Hercules and Meg meant you were fiercely competitive in a way that was often confused for blatant stubbornness, and felt less than enthusiastic to take orders from somebody else. You liked to make your own rules.
“Well, you’re the only student left who doesn’t have a room-mate”
“Fine. Then I’ll take Uma. She seems to just want to keep to herself which is perfectly fine by me.”
You didn’t mind really compromising too much, you’re mothers nature as much of a part of your personality as your father’s.
“She’s rooming with Mal and Evie”.
You spluttered and tried to stop yourself from laughing, knowing full well that living arrangement wouldn’t last for long.
“Queen of hearts daughter?”
“With Lonnie”
You rolled your eyes and sighed
“Okay then, never mind. What about Gil? Gil seems pretty harmless”
“With Jay and Carlos”
“Leah Gothel?”
“Staying with Jane”
“Come on Ben, work with me! What about… um … I don’t know … Hayley Facilier?”
“She’s with Audrey. Look Y/N, I’m only asking because there’s no other option. We’re all out of rooms!”.
You tapped your feet, there was no way you were giving up that easily.
“I swear there’s a rule about boys and girls having separate rooms”
“ Y/N, I’m King, I make the rules”
You huffed once more, taking another deep breath before making a decision you knew you’d regret.
“Okay fine! I’ll room with the pirate!” Ben’s eyes lit up  "What did you say his name is again?“
“Harry. Harry Hook. Thanks Y/N! You won’t regret this!” He said, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you to your dorm.
‘Hmmm” you answered, not entirely convinced the King was right.

You stopped and turned to Ben one more time before opening your dorm door.
“This is going to end badly,” you said flatly.
‘You’ve already said that"
“Yeah, well it seemed worth repeating”.
He chuckled at you, clearly thinking you were joking. You weren’t.
“Come on. He can’t be that bad,” Ben replied, opening the door for you and peering inside your dorm. He nearly jumped out of his skin. “Oh ..wow! This is, well… Different”.
Different was an understatement. You felt your blood start to boil as a you were faced with a tall, red leather jacket clad brunette, swing from your light fitting, painting a red line onto the ceiling that travelled down the walls and across the floor. Most of the walls were tagged with black and red graffiti reading “We ride with the tide” and the floors were already cluttered with miscellaneous pirate paraphernalia. It was safe to say you lost your cool.
“WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY ROOM!” You screamed charging towards the boy, leaving Ben sheepishly in the doorway.
He dropped from the ceiling so he was stood in front of you, twirling a paintbrush in one hand, a silver hook in the other.
“I decided to make some, how do I put this, improvements. Didn’t think yeh’d mind” He grinned at you taking another step towards you, putting his face uncomfortably close yours. “The names Harry Hook … And you are?”
“GOING TO KILL YOU!” You pushed him backwards “Get this off my walls right now!” You yelled gesturing to the spray paint covering every surface as you charged around the dorm.
“Aren’t ye just a ray of bloody sunshine” he retorted, whistling an unfamiliar tune as he strutted over towards you. “Oh, and seeing as we are skipping the introductions, I thought I’d tell yeh, you’re on my side of the room darlin’ ”.
Your eyes darted towards the pirate, to Ben, and then to the red line, separating one section to the other room to the other. He couldn’t be serious.
“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me” you muttered, starting to square up to Harry who was still grinning at you like a lunatic. He reached forwards, biting the air in front of you.
“Trust me when I say that I don’t do jokes” he replied, barely above a whisper, pushing his hook into the centre of your chest. You shoved it away.
“Ben!” You yelled expecting the King to say something, anything that would be of any use to the situation. He didn’t.
“Well, I’ve got to be going” Ben replied nervously, starting to walk away “I’ll leave you two to… um.. work things out for yourselves”
“Ben! Don’t you dare walk away from me right now!” You shouted after him but it was too late, he was already gone.
“I wouldn’t waste your breath princess, he’s gone”
“I’m not a princess” you growled, charging towards the door after Ben “I’m the daughter of Hercules which makes me a goddess” you added pointedly.
“Ooo, I’m so incredibly sorry your Royal highness. Do forgive me for forgetting to bow down” he replied sarcastically pretending not to have heard you, waving his hook flamboyantly before curtsying.
“I’M NOT A FUCKING PRINCESS! Now look! In fact you know what.. Forget this.”
You charged out of the room but stuck your head, back around the door frame. “This isn’t over Hook”
“Ready for round two when you are…” He paused for a second and smirked “… Princess”
You screamed at him as you stormed down the hallway, knowing full well that life just got a whole lot more difficult.

When you returned to your room later that night, you vowed to prepare for an all out war. Harry Hook was by far the most snarky, inconsiderate human being you had ever met and despite the fact that, yes you found him wildly physically attractive, you wanted him as far away from you as humanly possible. Your plan, as genius as it was, was relatively simple. Annoy the shit out of him until he had no choice but to leave. It was going to be fun.

“Y/N, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING! IT’S 3AM”
The pirate pulled himself up from his from his bed, clutching at his ears, glaring at you through the darkness. Struggling to stand up properly, he reached for the light switch, flooding the dorm room with light. There you were, casually vacuuming the carpet in the middle of the night, making sure to create as much noise as humanly possible.
“I THOUGHT, YOU KNOW THE PLACE COULD DO WITH A LITTLE CLEAN UP,” you yelled, competing for your voice to be heard above the whirring of the vacuum.
You smirked to yourself, the look on Harry’s face was priceless, a mixture of anger and pure confusion.
“TURN IT OFF”
“Nope!” You said in a sing song voice, continuing to move the vacuum up and down across the carpet.
“Y/N I said turn it off now!” Harry growled, charging towards you and taking it from your hands.
“You know, I don’t find you at all intimidating while you’re stood in pyjamas with tiny pirate ships on them” you cooed at him, squeezing his cheeks “Coochy Coochy coo!”
Harry looked down at himself, bare chested wearing only a pair of rather embarrassing shorts. You chuckled at his scowl.
“I could hurt yeh” he said, pulling himself closer and teasing through your hair with his hook “My enemies don’t usually last this long before I hook their pretty little faces”
“Oh how sweet of you! You must really love me then because the last time I checked my face was still in tact”.
You placed a piece of gum you were chewing on the end of his hook and danced on back to bed.
“You’ll regret doing this Y/N,” he said bitterly, pulling the vacuum chord and trudging back over to his bed.
“Sure I will. Right, well I do love having these little chats with you but I have an important meeting with Fairy Godmother in the morning so I’m going to sleep”
With that the lights turned out and you collapsed backwards into bed, feeling slightly accomplished.
“You don’t know what you’ve started princess” whispered the pirate inaudible “You don’t know what you’ve started”

King Ben didn’t really know what to expect when he trudged back up to Y/N’s dorm room the following morning. There had been noise complaints all night from neighbouring rooms on the same wing so he had guessed they still hadn’t worked out their very apparent  differences. He knocked on their door but after no reply he pushed it open himself. He had no idea what to say when he walked in on you pelting Harry with your shoes.
“I swear down Hook where are they?” You howled, picking up a flip flop and throwing it in Harry’s general direction.
He dodged it, virtually crying from laughter as you continue to stomp about.
“I have absolutely no idea what yeh talking about Y/N” he chuckled, clearly lying, catching a high heel and lobbing it back towards you.
“Harry! Please! I have to go, where are my shoes?” You begged, trying to reason with him.
“They’re all over the bloody place!” Neither of you had even noticed Ben standing there observing your thought-provoking behaviour.
“YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW THAT! THEY’RE ALL LEFT SHOES! THERE ARE NO FULL PAIRS”
Harry convulsed with laughter again until a ballet pump hit him in the face mid-flight.
“Now was that really necessary Princess?”
“I’M NOT A PRINCESS FOR THE LAST TIME!” You yelled at him, finally deciding that you would just have to go barefoot.
You spotted Ben “I told you this was a bad idea” you said, waggling your finger at him. The poor King was speechless.
“Prin-cess, prin-cess,prin-cess…” Harry started chanting in a whisper, causing you to shoot round and glare at him. He was still smirking.
“It’s okay Harry,” You said as you left with Ben, “Because last night, after I finished vacuuming, I fed your pirate hat through the paper shredder”

You and Harry refused to speak to each other until the next morning, when you continued your plan to irritate Harry until he had no choice but to move out. Subtlety was key in your opinion, so all of your moves were small and calculated.
“Morning Harry” you said as sweetly as you could manage, “I made you coffee”.
The boy, furrowed his eyebrows, confused by the gesture but took the mug anyway.
‘You ever hear of a little bit of gratitude?“ You mumbled as you made your way into the bathroom to brush your teeth.
“Apparently not. Please, enlighten me. Give me the benefit of ye vast wisdom” he replied sarcastically, following you.
“Keep rolling your eyes Hook, you might find your brain back their”. You ran your toothbrush under the tap as he winked at you through the bathroom mirror.
He took a sip of his coffee.
“Did you?” He spat the whole thing out “Ye petty little shit. Replacing sugar with salt. I bet ye finding this so very funny aren’t yeh” Harry said completely deadpan.
“Hilarious actually” you remarked, putting the toothpaste onto the bristles and starting to brush your teeth.
“You know what’s even more hilarious?” He started, so you turned your head to face him. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smirk. “Last night, I used your toothbrush”        

“Ben I can’t do this anymore!” You complained to your best friend as you headed to the Tourney fields.
“What do you mean?”
“I woke up this morning to find that he had covered the entirety of my side of the room in pink post it notes, including me, when I was sleeping!” you said, throwing your hands up in the air
Ben gave you a stern look.
“Y/N you’re even worse. Yesterday, when you took his hook, he spent the whole day traipsing around campus with a pirate map you gave him, trying to find it. After all that you’d hidden it under his bed!”
“That was pretty funny though” you said, trying to contain your giggles.
“See you’re just as bad as each other. If I didn’t know any better I’d think you even liked him”
You punched the King in the arm playfully. As much as you wanted it not to be true, you had a sneaking suspicion that Ben was right. All you could think about was Harry, whether it was good or bad, and in some very strange way you began growing fond of the pirate. It was very worrying and you wanted more than anything for it to stop
“Ben you don’t know anything”

You returned back to your room that night, carrying the next stage of the plan. Smiling to yourself as you propped open the door with one hand, cradling Harry’s surprise with the other.
“Honey I’m home!” You screeched jokingly.
“Aren’t I just over the moon” Harry replied, jumping up from the sofa holding one of my dresses which he had cut holes into.
Then he looked at me.
“What the hell are ye holding?”
“Oh this,” you said, setting it down on the floor “This Harry is a cat.”
The kitten looked at me before darting off, springing up onto the window sill and curling up into a ball to sleep.
“I know it’s a fucking cat Y/N.  I want to know why ye brought it into our room” he said, quieter than you would have expected, bringing his face extremely close to yours again. You could feel his breath against you skin.
“Do you always use flirting as an intimidation technique or is it just me who’s personal space you invade on a daily basis”
“Y/N! I’m allergic to cats”
“Oh really! I never knew that.” You lied.
Of course you knew, that was the whole reason you got the cat in the first place.
“Mr Shnookem’s is staying exactly where he is”
“I’m telling ye now Y/N, the first time you take yeh eyes of that thing I’ll…”
You pushed your index finger to his lips, taking him by surprise.
“ Shhh I don’t want to hear it Harry”
You dropped your hand and walked to Mr Shnookem’s, just as he sneezed hysterically, giggling to yourself as you felt his eyes burn into you.

*Short time skip to the end of the week*

“HAROLD FUCKING HOOK!”
“Geez Y/N, with the amount of times you scream my name a day next door probably think we are…”
“What have you done with him?”
You had woken up to find Mr Shnookem’s was no longer sat at the foot of your bed like he did every night, and had spent the whole morning searching for him. You had checked everywhere the kitten could have wander off to, to no avail, with Harry being the only logical culprit for his disappearance.
“Yeh not seriously talking about that mangey cat are ye?” He asked barely looking up from the bowl of cake he was eating
“That cat never did anything to you” you spat “Well, tell me! What have you done with him?”
Harry raised an eyebrow at you, still not moving.
“I didn’t touch the stupid thing. Ye probably scared it off with ye non-stop scre…”
“I HATE YOU!” You slammed your hands down on the table Harry was sat at.
You loved that cat and were becoming more concerned and annoyed at Harry every second he refused to tell you where it’d gone. Harry slammed his bowl full of cake down and stood up, to stare you in the eye.
“Oh, ye hate me?” The pirate began “Join the club! There are weekly meetings at the corner of Fuck You Street and Kiss my Ass Boulevard”
“And to think I was finally warming up to the idea of becoming friends with you,” You said, but the tone was far more dispirited than you had expected it to be.
You turned and started to trudge away, before the pirate could see you tear up.
“Can ye stop accusing me for one min… Wait, are ye crying?” Harry’s voice softened towards the end of his sentence, a hint of confusion etched into the Scottish accent.
As much as you tried, you couldn’t help but cry. You looked back at Harry with blurry eyes, watching his shift in demeanour as he tried to work out what to do about the situation.
“I want my cat back!” You wailed like a toddler, your face crumpling as you wiped your running nose, no longer caring what he thought of you.
Harry dropped his smirk and instinctively pulled you into a hug, wrapping his strong arms around, and stroking the back of your head.
“Ye know I really didn’t do anything to him” he started, squeezing you a little tighter. “But if that stupid cat means that much to ye, I’ll help ye find it”
You shuffled backwards a little, looking up at Harry who towered slightly above you.
“Thanks,” you said meekly “I’d like that”.

Harry took your hand as you scowered the grounds of Auradon Prep for the runaway cat, purposefully ignoring your gaze as your palms brushed beside one another. It had become dark by now so the two of you began calling out for the kitten, pointing a torch in the direction of any trees or bushes where he could have been hiding.
“MR SHNOOKEM’S!” Harry called out, “Ye couldn’t have picked a more ridiculous name now could ye?”
“Hey! I think it’s cute,” you defended “Ridiculous, yes, but cute. MR SHNOOKEMS!”
“Sounds like somebody I know” the pirate mumbled.
“Did you jus…”
“MR SHNOOKEMS!” Yelled Harry cutting you off mid-sentence.
Your eyes lingered on Harry’s face, fixated on the blue of his eyes. He caught you smiling at him.
“What?” He asked.
“Nothing it’s just, maybe you’re not as bad as I thought”
“Are ye softening up to me Y/N?” Harry joked, a hint of cheekiness leaking back into his accent.
“Shut it! The word bad is still in the sentence” You laughed, lacing your fingers tighter with his.
“Oh thank god! I would have had to cancel my war plans if not. Ye should see what I have planned for tomorrow”  
“Of all the possible villains, why did I have to get you?” You sighed theatrically, clearly joking.
'Of all the princess’s why did I have to get…“
At the mention of the word princess you shoved Harry backwards, causing him to stumble and fall head first into one of the flowerbeds surrounding the castle. You burst into hysterical laughter, before offering a hand to the pirate, who was whispering profanities to himself
“Yeh way stronger than you look ye kn… Well, well well, look what we have here!”
From the flower bed Harry pulled a very scruffy but easily recognisable Mr Shnookem’s, scooping it up in his arms and handing him you. Immediately, you nuzzled your face into the cats fur, wrapping it in a warm embrace. A beaming smile spread across both of your faces, as the two of you let out an ecstatic cheer, Harry grabbing one of your hands to twirl around in glee, celebrating at your success.
“We found him!” You giggled.
“I found him,” Harry corrected, sticking his tongue out at you and reeling you in closer with the hand he had been spinning you with
You pouted.
“I love you” you said, barely above a whisper.
“If ye tell that damn cat ye love him one more time, I swear I’ll…”
“I wasn’t talking about to the cat”
There was an uneasy silence that seemed to last a lifetime
“Y/N, your lip’s bleeding”
“How can that possibly matter?,” you said panicked at the confession you accidentally made and the fact that Harry wasn’t reacting “Did you not hear what I just sa..”
He didn’t give you time to react before he leaned in and kissed you, a subtle taste of metallic blood lingering across your lips. He ran his hand down your neck and along your collarbone, pulling away and blinking at you. You flung yourself into his arms, Mr Shnookem’s and all, letting go of the remaining reservations you had about the pirate boy . You ran your fingers along Harry’s cheekbones, down his chest and curving onto his back, tracing the contours of his shoulders blades. You felt him shudder slightly at your touch creating a the buzz of electricity. You reached for his hand, pressing your thumb against his wrist as he snuggled into your hair. You could feel the blood going through his veins, an indicator of how fast his heart was beating.
Neither of you moved until the kitten climbed between the two of you and began to lick Harry’s face. You laughed a little.
“See, Mr Shnookem’s does like you”
“I’m still allergic to the bloody thing” Harry shot back, pushing you playfully by the shoulder to get the cat away from him.
“It’s a good job I picked up these for you then,” You said, reaching into you back pocket and shaking a tub of allergy medication at Harry.
He titled his head at you, staring into your eyes with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.
“What?” You said, picking at a thread on your jumper nervously  "You forgot to pick up your prescription”
Harry let out a hearty belly laugh and wrapped you back into a hug, squeezing you until you have to pull away for air.
“Daughter of Hercules”
“Son of Hook”
“I. Love. You”. Harry brushed his lips gently against your forehead sending you into another fit of giggles.
“Does this mean we can get rid of the red line in our dorm room now?”
“Ye know what, that doesn’t sound like the worse idea”

When they’re in the gym, the Foxes rotate through whose playlist they listen to that day.

  • When it’s Andrew’s turn, he’s made a playlist with the usual loud, abrasive, angry music they’re all used to from him
  • But Andrew also doesn’t label his fucking playlists
  • Because he doesn’t want anyone being able to glance at his music and see that he has a ‘music that reminds him of Neil’ playlist
  • Besides, Andrew remembers what “Untitled 1″ and “Untitled 2″ are, so why would it matter?
  • Wymack does not know the difference and does not put the correct playlist on shuffle
  • That’s exactly why it matters
  • Should have labelled one with something about the gym, Andrew

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A Potato By Any Other Name

A few days ago, there was a fic about a potato, and then I thought about this, which I first heard a few years ago, and has stuck with me (K and I gift each other potatoes sometimes, because we’re huge sappy nerds) Big thank you to @rhysiana for the brilliant title, and to my SWN chat group for the encouragement!

So, plot: Derek gives romantic gifts, but Stiles is still a little insecure about the future of their relationship. When he gets with the “Derek loves me” program, he gives Derek a rather unconventional gift.

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*****

The flowers are beautiful. A perfect balance of deep purple heliotropes and white lilies. They even came in a glass vase, simple but elegant. The note is equally simple and sweet: Thinking of you, as always. Love, Derek.

Stiles sighs as he places the flowers on his kitchen table, they look a little bit ridiculous on the aged, slightly worn surface, but he smiles at them nonetheless.

It’s a nice gesture, but he’s not sure he’s ready to believe they mean what he wants them to mean.

The phone call is unsurprising, but not unwanted. “Hey, Der,” Stiles answers with fond exasperation, “You have impeccable timing.”

Derek chuckles lightly and asks “Did you uh, do you like them?” He sounds so hopeful that Stiles knows even if he was allergic, he’d say “yes” and keep them on his table until they dried out and fell apart.

“They’re beautiful, thank you,” Stiles answers sincerely. He can feel the way his grin goes soft, melting into the private smile that only Derek can tease out of him. He knows Derek can hear it in his voice, can tell from the way he inhales a quiet sigh that makes Stiles’ heart swell.

Stiles knows that Derek is going to say something that Stiles has no good reply to, going to ask if Stiles is ready to accept that Derek’s invested in a future for them. But the truth is he just isn’t; he can’t quite convince himself that it’s possible that Derek is going to stick around for him, not forever.

So before Derek can ask, Stiles launches into planning their weekly dinner with his dad the following night.

*****

The chocolates come three days later. They’re Stiles’ favorite dark chocolate assortment, and they’re delicious. The note is just as sweet: Stiles, I saw these and thought of you. Love, Derek.

When Stiles brings the last of the box to pack night, he pretends that everyone’s chocolate-induced excitement distracts him from how Derek’s face falls.

When Derek pulls him aside later, questions written all over his face, Stiles stops them from spilling from Derek’s lips by pressing his own against them. He tries to say everything he wants to with gentle sweeps of his tongue and hands that hold on a little too tightly.

*****

When the box of comic books and assorted superhero things arrives, Stiles laughs out loud into his empty living room and calls Derek.

Derek answers the phone with a wary “Stiles,” and Stiles feels like the worst boyfriend in the world.

“I got the box, and I love it. Thank you so much!” Stiles replies, a little overly cheerful, but still genuine and honest. He’s a lucky man, and most days he thinks he doesn’t deserve Derek. Which is basically the problem, when it comes down to it. Derek has been trying to convince Stiles that their relationship is what he really wants, and Stiles has been keeping him at arm’s length, too caught up in the remnants of his teenaged self doubt to… see what was right in front of him.

Shit. He is the worst boyfriend in the world.

Derek is in the middle of “I’m so glad! I think I got all your favorites-” when Stiles interrupts with a half-shouted and mildly frantic “Come over tonight!

There’s a brief pause, before Derek drawls out an elongated “Okay?”

“I have something to give you,” Stiles insists, suddenly overwhelmed with the need to see Derek. To talk to Derek and apologize. To look him in the eye and make him understand that he is everything that Stiles wants, and that he’s ready to stop being such an asshole, if Derek will just forgive him.

“Stiles,” Derek admonishes lightly, “You don’t have to get me things just beca-”

“Yes, Derek,” Stiles retorts, “I really need to give you this. Like, really really. So just come over, okay? Please?”

Derek sighs and Stiles knows he’s won. He grins at Derek’s put upon “Sure, babe. See you in an hour.”

“See you soon, Der-Bear!” Stiles teases, adding an earnest-bordering-on-wistful “Love you,” and hanging up before Derek can react to the declaration, and before he can feel badly about how infrequently he says it to Derek.

*****

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anonymous asked:

I've just finished binge reading this whole blog :^) you're writing is amazing! 🌚💕 how would the rfa (+ V and Saeran) act around mc if she was super sensitive. Just by seeing something cute start crying, like as simple as a butterfly. Danks 👅💦

Thank you so much!! 

Yoosung

  • Everyone in the RFA had always made fun of him for being sensitive
  • But now they’ve met MC
  • They didn’t know it was possible for someone to be this sensitive
  • Yoosung thinks it’s adorable  
  • But he’s always nervous about making MC accidentally cry
  • Even if they aren’t upset while crying he’s just still scared of making them cry
  • And even though he is used to MC being sensitive about stuff he still freaks out when they cry
  • He’s the type to start crying by seeing people he cares about cry
  • But he always tries to hold back tears when he sees MC cry
  • But it doesn’t always work so sometimes they cry together

Jaehee

  • She didn’t know about this at first
  • How did MC even keep it from her for this long
  • She found out when the two of them went on a date at the park
  • They were sitting under a tree enjoying how calm it was
  • “Jaehee look”
  • Jaehee looked over at MC and they were feeding a squirrel who had approached them
  • She was about to comment on that this was cute but then she noticed that MC was crying
  • Immediately asked if MC was okay
  • “It’s so cute, Jaehee”
  • Jahee was so confused about why MC was crying. Should she be comforting them???
  • She moves closer to MC and holds on to them, causing the squirrel to run away
  • Which led to MC crying more
  • Not because they were upset that it left
  • But because it was too cute how fast it ran on how it’s tail moved
  • Jaehee makes sure not to be too alarmed if they see MC crying

Zen

  • He walked to the living room to see MC covering their face sobbing
  • He freaked out instantly ran to hold on them
  • “Sh, Babe, babe it’s okay. Tell me what’s wrong”
  • “I saw this video.. This video where this guy.. He risked his life to save a puppy”
  • What
  • He was so confused
  • “Ah MC I thought something bad had happened!”
  • MC showed him the video to prove that it was too touching
  • He didn’t cry but he agreed it was sweet
  • He still freaks out like this everytime MC cries over small stuff

Jumin

  • He was quick to get used to that MC cries over pretty much nothing
  • And he thought it was cute but sometimes got worried about MC crying so much
  • One evening they were relaxing in the living room they were both chatting with wine
  • But somehow MC had ended up on the floor lying in front of Elizabeth 3rd
  • Elizabeth 3rd rubbed her nose on MC’s nose before lying down by MC’s arm
  • This was enough to make MC start tearing up
  • And then start crying
  • Jumin asked them what’s wrong
  • “That was so cute, She rubbed her nose on my nose that means she loves me” MC said while half sobbing
  • This was the cutest thing for him
  • He was probably tearing up tbh
  • He loves when MC cries over Elizabeth being cute tbh

707

  • He would probably tease MC about it all the time
  • But the first time it happened he freaked out
  • He thought he did something that upset them
  • MC was holding their phone and crying and he grabbed them in a hug
  • “MC, What’s wrong? ”
  • “I just read that-”
  • “Read what? Did something happen?”
  • “That cows have best friends”
  • “…What?”
  • “They get stressed if they’re separated”
  • He couldn’t help but start laughing
  • He thought they were really upset about something
  • Nah just cows being pals

V

  • They were doing a photoshoot together
  • He would often let MC try to take pictures with his camera
  • They didn’t turn out very good but he thought they were amazing
  • Even tho he could barely see them
  • But it was a day where he was taking pictures of MC and then he heard them suddenly start crying
  • A small butterfly had landed on MC’s hand while V was taking pictures of them
  • He tried to take pictures of MC holding the butterfly
  • They didn’t get really good pictures since MC was crying in in each one
  • And MC sort of didn’t like professional photos of them sobbing
  • But V loved them

Sarean

  • When he saw MC cry he was ready to fight someone tbh
  • He asked MC why they were crying
  • “Saeran.. Can we get a munchkin cat?”
  • “What?”
  • “They have tiny legs and are so adorable can we please?”
  • “…Is this.. Is this why you’re crying?”
  • He really doesn’t understand Why MC is crying over small cats?
  • MC shows him a video of a munchkin cat running
  • Now he understands


A/N: Behold!! My shitty editing skills! 

Spidey’s Got a Girlfriend?!

“I promise I’ll be there,” Peter spoke, and Tony over heard him on the phone. Tony leaned against the door frame to his office where Peter stood taking his phone call.

“Hey, I apologized for last time… I know… I can’t wait… I-I love you too. Bye” Peter hung up, a smile tugging at his lips. The boy looked absolutely love sick, it made Tony smile a little.

“Was that your girlfriend?” Tony asked as he walked in.

“Ah! Mr. Stark, how long were you right there?” Peter whirled around to look at Tony. Tony rose an eyebrow, his smile only growing.

“Not long. Tell me about the girl,” Tony sauntered into his office and sat behind his desk. Peter was absolutely red in the face and obviously looking for any way out of this conversation.

“What girl?” Peter played dumb.

“Come on, kid. You’ve got to be a better liar than that to fool me… unless it’s not a girl, which is fine. Tell me about them.”

Peter sighed and sat in one of the chairs on the other side of Tony’s desk. He was still obviously blushing, “She’s from my school, and we’ve been dating for a while.”

“How long?”

“Six months.”

“Jesus, I don’t think I had a relationship that lasted longer than six days when I was your age. How do you do it?” Tony say up, suddenly fascinated by the conversation. He thought maybe this was a two week thing, something casual, and the ‘I love you’ that was exchanged was premature and naïve. However after learning the time frame of the relationship he had to rethink that; maybe it was sincere.

“She’s really great,” Peter mumbled, still obviously embarrassed.

“Well where are you taking this great girl? And why haven’t I met her? Does your Aunt know about her?”

“Yeah Aunt May knows and we’re going to the art museum. She likes to make fun of the classics. And I guess you haven’t met her because I didn’t think you wanted to. ”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“I dunno, you’re busy, I guess. And it’s just a normal thing, not a super hero thing.”

Tony suddenly felt kind of bad about that. He wanted to know these things, if only because he was nosey. At that moment, he decided the previous matters on which this meeting was called on was no longer important. He wanted to know all about Peter’s girlfriend, and this date they were supposed to be having. This was kind of big. First loves were important right? People married their high school sweet hearts all the time. Sure those marriages often ended in divorce but sometimes they don’t. Tony realized there was so much wisdom he needed to share with Peter. Were they being safe, taking the proper precautions so they didn’t ruin their future with a baby?!

“Okay, kid,” Tony inhaled sharply, trying to put his spiraling thoughts to rest, “Tell me all about this girl.”

Peter eventually had to leave to go on his date, but Tony just wasn’t satisfied with simply hearing about the girl. So he called in someone who understood the concept of trusting no one and treating everyone like they’re suspicious.

“Hey Natasha,” he spoke on the phone.

“What, Stark?”

“So Underoos has a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, her name is Y/N.”

“You already searched her up?”

“No Peter told me about her, the time you asked me to keep an eye on him while you were in Mumbai.”

“He just told you about her?!”

“He needed advice on what kind of flowers to get her. If it makes you feel better, I also did some background checks and things like that on her. She’s an average student, she’s a part of few little clubs, most notably she’s on the newspaper. She’s got some award winning articles too. I think she wants to be a journalist.”

“They’ve been together six months Natasha.”

“I know, tonight is there six month anniversary. They’re going to a couple of museums. They’re at the art museum right now.”

“… Are you trailing them?”

“Of course I am. This Y/N girl is great for him, I can’t let him screw it up.”

Tony was quiet for a beat, “I’ll meet you there.”

Tony and Natasha watched from far off  at the two teens. They held hands as they walked through the art museum. She pointed at a painting and said something that made Peter laugh. Tony put in an ear piece that allowed him to hear what the two was saying.

“I’m just saying, Daphne turned into a fucking tree,” Y/N laughed, “Ancient Greek mythology is fucked up.”

“She swears a lot,” Tony grumbled, he looked over to Natasha to see her smiling a little, “Natasha!” he chastised.

“What? It’s kind of funny.”

The couple kept walking. Y/N rested her head on Peter’s shoulder as they went to the next painting. It was of Sappho and her many lovers. Y/N read the description in front of the painting aloud.

“ Sappho and a close friend, huh?” she said sarcastically.

“Mmhm, just two gals being pals,” Peter agreed.

“Oh yeah, because I kiss my girl friends on the mouth all the time. No homo, dude.”

“Definitely not. Sappho was just a woman who was close friends with a lot of other women.”

“Yeah, nothing gay about that, dude. She totally wasn’t a lesbian.”

“Oh no definitely not.”

They were both starting to laugh, because the picture in front of them was so blatantly gay. Y/N continued on about how historians will go to any lengths to make things heterosexual. Natasha was trying to keep it together and not outright laugh at the things Y/N said. Tony was trying very hard not to instantly like Y/N, because he didn’t even know this girl, but he couldn’t help but to smile every time Peter laughed.  Peter was just a kid in love with her, and he so rarely embraced being a kid. He was trying to be more mature so he could be a better super hero, but these precious moments of youth were passing him by. He couldn’t help but to think Y/N was good for him. Y/N and Peter got to a particular sculpture in which she tried to mimic the pose the statue was in. It was admittedly a complete failure, but Peter tried to. He was no closer to matching the pose than she was.  They laughed at their mutual failure and continued on. They eventually left the art museum and got lunch together.

“She’s a good kid,” Natasha assured as they sat with their coffee al fresco across the street from the restaurant the two of you went in to.

“Well I didn’t think she’d be bad… just maybe not right for Peter. He’s a sweet kid, and people like to crush kindness when they find it.”

“This girl has been with him for six months, and do you know how many times Peter has cancelled plans with her to go save someone in need. She doesn’t even know he’s Spider-Man. She just trusts that whatever he’s doing is important… so if anyone is going to get hurt in all of this… it’s probably her.”

“How many times has he cancelled.”

“14,” Natasha over articulated then took a sip of her coffee.

“Jesus,” Tony sighed.

“Yep, and she’s still here.”

“He should tell her.”

“I think so too, but he’ll only take so much advice from me. But you know how much being a superhero can strain on a relationship, maybe he’d take the advice better from you.”

Tony turned his head and watched as Y/N pulled out a box from her purse. He listened in on their conversation.

“I know we both agreed not to get each other presents until our year anniversary, but I saw this and I thought of you,” Y/N spoke.

Peter went to speak, obviously about to chastise her for getting him a gift but she held up a hand to stop him.

“I didn’t spend a dime on it.”

Peter opened the box and a smile took over his face. It was a super old polaroid camera that 1977 would soon be calling for.

“You know now that I think about it… that’s probably worth a lot of money,” she spoke offhandedly, “But I don’t use it anymore, and I know you’ve been collecting cameras so…just promise me you won’t sell it.” she shrugged again. Tony could tell she was trying to seem casual about the gift, but she’d probably spent days trying to figure out what to get Peter.

“Of course I’m not going to sell it. How did you just have this?”

“It was a gift from my grandma,” she sighed, Peter motioned to give it back, “No, you keep it. I never use it, and my grandma would have wanted someone to use that camera, and love it the way you love the rest of your cameras.”

“… I will,” he gave her a soft smile. He put the camera’s strap around his neck. He then reached into his own pocket to get a small box.

“Looks like neither of us can follow directions,” Peter smiled ruefully as he slid the box to her.

“God dammit, Parker. I wanted to be the master gift giver this time,” she joked as she took the box. She undid the bow around it and opened the box. She looked up at him, confused by the content of the box, or rather surprised.

“Pete.”

“It’s a uh… a promise ring,” Peter was red again, “Not to get too intense or anything… it’s just that I know it bothers you that I cancel a lot… even though you don’t say anything about it. I just wanted to show you that I really do want to keep you forever.”

“Oh god that’s so sweet, I’m gonna throw up,” Natasha groaned.

“Jeez, who raised this kid.” Tony complained looking away from the scene he thought to be cringe worthy, because of course that was too much for a high school relationship. It was entirely too much.

“His aunt is a hopeless romantic.” Natasha explained.

“You’re gonna make me cry, Pete,” Y/N spoke and as she did she seemed to already be dabbing tears from her eyes.

“Oh wow, she’s into it,” Tony said surprised by the turn of events. Peter pulled his own ring on as Y/N put on hers. Y/N leaned over the table and kissed Peter. It wasn’t one of those long winded kisses that Rom-Coms glorify, it was sweet and simple.

“Ew this is too sweet. I think I’m getting diabetes just from watching it,” Tony complained but he didn’t look away. As Y/N sat back on her side of the booth, Peter put his camera up and snapped a picture of her.

“Pete,” she complained.

“I want to remember this moment forever,” He explained as he pulled the picture from the little slot and shook it absently.

“Yeah but I’ve still got tears in my eyes,” she laughed a little. Peter smiled as he looked down at the slowly forming picture.

“You look beautiful,” Peter assured turning the picture toward her.

“We’ve got another museum to go to, silly boy,” she reminded, “We can’t spend forever here.”

Tony came back to himself at her words. He and Natasha should go. They should allow Peter the youthful innocence of his first love without prying eyes.

~Mod Lillian

Daddy Issues

Pairing: JungKook & Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting as a dick towards her she quited her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

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college boyfriend!wonwoo;

Originally posted by hoshihoshy

  • my first piece for wonwoo!!! for this request
  • for some reason i was kinda struck with this idea of wonwoo while i was plotting and i can’t really get it out of my head
  • so in college, wonwoo is… elusive

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Loki Imagine - Tortured

Your P.O.V.

A task as simple as breathing felt nearly impossible. My lips were open and I tried to breathe in, but barely any air entered my lungs. My throat was sore and I could taste the irony, disgusting flavor of blood on my tongue. 

It couldn’t end like this..

Desperately, I tried to crawl away from this dark place, who knows what it was. All I knew was that it was cold, so cold I couldn’t feel my bare feet anymore. It was also really dark but a light was somewhere there, far away. The ground beneath me was hard and it felt rough, like stones. 

I grabbed onto the ground, leaving bloody fingerprints after me as I did my best at getting myself out of this nightmare. My legs weren’t much help at all as I tried to kick myself further away. Everything hurt. I couldn’t name a spot on my body that felt fine.

‘‘No..’‘ I whimpered sadly, tears running down along my face. By now, my entire body was trembling. I was afraid I would die after that awful torturing. What if I’d never see Loki again?

‘‘L-Loki..’‘ I whispered my boyfriend’s name. It caused my heart to swell and a sob to escape my lips. It hurt. Oh, it hurt so much. As I used my last energy to move, I screamed. My fingertips started tingling and a little light appeared, highlighting only a few things around me. 

Yes, Loki had taught me a few little magic tricks but I wasn’t as near as good as him. As I was held captive, my hands had been inside some metal balls so I couldn’t use my powers. It was frightening. The things they did to me were even worse.

I tried to brush it off my mind, hoping I could focus on my escape. I shut my eyes and it was so tempting to just sleep. Yes, I wanted to push my boundaries, light up my path and get away from here but I couldn’t. I was exhausted. All this pain got the best of me.

The light vanished from my hands, fading into thin air with a few sparkles. I looked at them until it was completely dark, cold and quiet. My weak body was just left here to die, all alone. I thought of Loki, hoping he could be my last thought, although it broke my heart and soul to think about. 

  Just as I gave up hope, I heard footsteps. Fear crawled back to me as I opened my eyes. Were they here again to torture me? Would they take me back to that cold hellhole? 

I grunted in pain as I lifted my head and looked towards the light. I was lightheaded and my head was pounding terribly. Then I saw some people in front of the light. At first I thought there was just two people there but then a third one got ahead of them. For me, it was just a shadow because my vision was so blurry.

‘‘Y/N!’‘ A voice yelled but at first, I didn’t hear it quite well.My head hit the ground again because I was too weak to keep myself up. ‘‘Y/N!’‘ The person repeated themselves, sounding awfully familiar. The man had a raspy, deep voice. It filled me up with hope.

All of a sudden, I felt someone dragging me on their lap. My head rested against their shoulder and strong arms held onto me tightly. I forced myself to open my eyes and look at who it was, although I had my doubts. Immediately, I saw a pair of forest green eyes looking into mine. Then I saw his dark, long hair, his parted, pink lips. It was all confirmed in my mind then. It was Loki.

‘‘No, no,no…Y/N..how did this..happen..’‘ Loki muttered words underneath his breath as he examined me. He looked sad, which was awful to see. His eyes were glossy and honestly, Loki was shocked. So was I. But at the moment, I could barely keep my eyes open.

Loki looked at my barely clothed body, a look of disgust and anger appearing on his face. My entire body was bruised and I had deep wounds here and there. Dry blood had stained my skin and some wounds were still bleeding. Loki probably noticed the dark blue bruises, resembling fingerprints. He shook his head no as he let this all sink in.

Seeing Loki like that made me feel sorrowful and even guilty. My eyes felt heavy and I couldn’t fight it anymore. My heavy eyelids just slid down and I dosed off, a little more eased because I was in Loki’s arms.

***

It had been five days since Loki and his guards had found me. They had taken me to the castle and given me the help I needed. A maid had told me that Loki had used his magic to keep me alive. Although I woke up only a few minutes ago, I barely remembered how I woke up. Everything had been warm and comfortable. It’s like I was in my own little cloud.

But then maids had rushed to me and another one ran outside, probably to inform Loki. The warm feeling vanished and it was replaced my pain. I held my breath as I sat more comfortably on the bed I was on. As I looked around, I recognized that I was in Loki’s room. How strange. Where did he sleep if I was in a coma in his bed?

The maid beside me was telling me all kinds of things but after a while, I couldn’t pay attention anymore. I felt wistful. All I wanted was Loki. ‘’Miss Y/N, what’s wrong?’’ One of the maids asked me. I turned to look at her slowly. ‘’Where’s Loki?’’ I asked her quietly, my throat incredibly dry so it was hard to speak. 

‘‘He’s..’‘ She began but didn’t continue. Instead, she looked at a guard who stood by the door. It was confusing and I grew a little nervous. The guard nodded and the maid sighed, turning back to me. ‘‘Loki left four days ago. He and a few soldiers, also Thor went searching for whoever did this to you. We’re not sure when he’ll be back’‘ She let me know with her soft voice. It filled me with a dozen emotions. 

Tears stung my eyes once again. A shiver ran down my spine as I nodded and looked at my wounded hands. It all came back to me. The world around my closed and I could feel myself being in the cold room, chained to the wall as the monsters hurt me. It was so dark that I couldn’t see if they were Asgardian or out of this realm. 

‘‘Miss Y/N’‘ Another maid spoke, snapping me out of my flashback. I flinched as I looked at the blonde in front of me. ‘‘Loki will return soon. You must relax and heal’‘ She smiled at me. I knew her intentions were good but they kind of pissed me off as well. I just nodded politely and then leaned against the green and black pillows. They smelled like Loki, which made me feel a little bit better.

***

‘‘Is she awake?’‘ A rushed man asked someone, causing me to wake up once again. My eyes got used to the lights in the room quickly, because it wasn’t that bright. By just glancing outside, I could tell it was evening. The door opened, which caught my attention.

Loki walked into the room, making everyone else go out. My heart skipped a beat as I saw him. Loki was dressed in his golden armor with the green suit underneath. He dropped his headpiece on the floor, not caring about it at the moment.

‘‘You’re safe now’‘ Loki was the first one to speak. He tried to smile but it was a fake one. I nodded as my hot tears fell down my eyes. Loki magically made his armor vanish as he walked over to me. He got in the huge bed so he could be as close as possible.

For a moment, I didn’t care about my pain. I had been asleep for five days so I considered that enough rest. So I wrapped my arms around Loki’s waist and held onto him tightly. Loki wasn’t the type of man to fall for anyone or be this sensual nor caring. He spent such a long time of his life being alone and misunderstood that I was surprised he let me in.

It took him a couple seconds to hug me back. It felt good to be in his arms. He pulled me on his lap once again, which he liked to do. That’s when I let myself weep, allowing the tears to escape. Loki held me as I cried my heart out in his arms. But it was good to let out all that pain. I had been terrified and the worst part of it all was that I feared I’d never see Loki again.

‘‘They can’t ever..hurt you again, little one. I took care of them’‘ Loki whispered to me as I started to calm down. Of course, I knew what he meant by that. Loki wouldn’t have been pleased to see them in jail. He had taken matters into his own hands and killed them. Who knows how Thor let him do that, but we could discuss that later.

‘‘Thank you’‘ I whimpered and then looked up to him. I got a good look of him for the first time. He had dark circles underneath his eyes, messy hair and tears gathered in the corners of his pretty eyes. I cupped his face and then took a deep breath.

‘‘I thought I lost you’‘ Loki admitted quietly, almost like he didn’t want me to hear it. Hearing such words leaving his mouth was hard. It made my heart ache. ‘‘And I thought I’d never see you again’‘ I replied as quietly, now unnoticingly playing with his black, messy hair. I still loved the way he looked. 

I just had to understand that I was safe with him again.

anonymous asked:

what if neil had some sort of identity crisis? i mean he's cycled through so many personalities and looks so what if something happened that triggered him into wondering if 'neil josten' really was his true self? how do you think andrew and the foxes would react?

Oh, Neil would totally have a bunch of little identity crises that he tries to just shrug off two minutes later and it would eventually add up to a full blown one.

  • I feel like Neil’s pretty cemented in wanting to be Neil Josten and belonging with the Foxes
  • So, I’m seeing it more as a ‘Who the fuck am I? Oh, fuck, I’m still not the Neil they all think I am’ kind of thing
  • Like Neil has a bunch of memorized answers to things to try to not arouse people’s suspicions
  • But he doesn’t know the real answers to these questions?
  • Like sure, he can spout off a rehearsed answer to simple questions
  • But he doesn’t want to lie to the Foxes anymore and they’ve made Neil a real person, but he still doesn’t know who Neil is
  • And he’s starting to suspect that they all know Neil better than he knows Neil
  • And there’s this fear that he’s not really the Neil they see and know and that he’s still just chameleoning to blend in with whichever of them he’s with
  • It’s the little things that plant the seeds of doubt
  • Fucking tiny little questions that trip him the fuck up
  • What is his favourite movie?
  • Most people can at least come up with one movie that they like, even if they’re not sure it’s their favourite
  • Neil can’t come up with one movie that he even remembers having watched?
  • He just sits there on the sidelines for any movie discussions

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gaylittleluthor  asked:

HEY for the fall prompts idea! Lena and Kara Halloween dress up party! Maybe Kara dresses up as a puppy and Lena dresses up as a witch? Basically just some cute Halloween party, maybe Kara convinces Lena to do a cute "friends" costume (which is actually a couples costume)...I don't know just cute fall Halloween fun!

The party is a yearly tradition. Kara’s idea. The inviting Lena this time? Definitely Alex’s idea.

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Confession

Originally posted by riverrdxle

A/N: I strayed away from the request a bit just to follow a story line that I didn’t really plan, tbh (it just happened, I’m srry). I also switched up my style majorly for this just as an exercise, it’s in 3rd person and all but lemme know what you think and whether this is better, worse, or somewhere in between.

Request:  could you write about Jughead getting a call that the reader just got shitfaced at a party so he has to come get her and take care of her 

Word Count: 3,790 (whoops)

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing (lyk twice)

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metamorphia (pt. 1)

prologue

→genre: body swap au

→word count: 10,987

→a/n: pls read the prologue before reading this, bc that’s actually just a drabble-sized pt 1 and is key to knowing what’s going on!!


The origin of body swapping was one that was shrouded in mystery. No one was certain as to where it was derived from, only that it was an idea present in many folktales and fables—never in real life, and certainly never to humans.

So why was it happening to you?

The trek back to the bedroom you had woken up in was an apprehensive one. You were on edge about everything—the steps you took, the noises you heard. Your surroundings were all new to you, and so everything around you was viewed with an unmatched amount of skepticism.

“Dude, you okay?” A voice said from behind you.

You practically jumped out of your skin at the noise, whipping around and seeing a boy staring at you with one of his eyes shut from sleep. He wasn’t the same one who had woken you up this morning, but he was still unfamiliar nonetheless.

“Y–yeah,” you stuttered out, stumbling to find the words to speak as your deep tone of voice took you aback. You cleared your throat before continuing. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

The boy gave you an unconvinced look. “I’m pretty sure they heard your scream half way across the world,” he snorted.

You blanched before chuckling along with him, rubbing a nervous hand over your head. It was so strange to not have your usual long hair; you went to run your fingers through it, but nothing was there but air. “Oh, I just uh… I hate mornings,” was all you managed to come up with.

He chuckled as well. “Don’t we all,” he said before turning around and heading back to what you assumed was his room.

You immediately ducked out of the living room before any more strangers could spring up out of nowhere, scrambled into your bedroom and slammed the door behind you with a sigh of relief.

“Why are you wearing your towel like that?”

You jumped when you heard the amused voice from across the room, and when you turned to look, you saw it was the first boy you had opened your eyes to this morning.

Where in the world were you right now? So far you had seen three different boys, including yourself, as well as different bedrooms and closed doors lining the halls. This had to be a fraternity or something. Maybe you were in a college dorm room; the boys all seemed to look around that age, anyway. Though it wasn’t like you could just ask this person in front of you where you were. No, you wanted to get to the bottom of what the fuck was going on before you had anyone looking at you like you were some sort of crazy person.

Suddenly you remembered the question he had asked, and you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion before looking down at your body.

The shock of seeing yourself as a male still hadn’t gone away. You had to admit you were alarmed and let out a little jolt, but then you noticed why he asked about your towel. You had it wrapped around your torso like you would usually wear it.

“Shit,” you breathed before shifting it down to your waist. It felt weird, as if you were exposing your body to him, but you quickly reminded yourself that this was how most men wore towels.

“Hyung, are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re acting kind of… different today.” The boy tilted his head to the left a little as he peered up at you with wide eyes from his spot on his bed.

You hadn’t yet gotten a chance to look at him, since his appearance had been the last thing on your mind when you thought he was an intruder in your household, but now that the two of you were staring at each other in silence, you couldn’t help but notice how attractive he actually was. He had ravenous dark hair that stood up in different places from having slept on it all night long, a strong, prominent nose to match his strong, prominent jawline, and small, bow-shaped lips that were tinged a satin pink and pressed together in curiosity—but what really caught your attention were his eyes. They were big, and soft, and gave his appearance an innocent and boyish charm that sent the breath of air you were going to use to speak immediately whooshing from your lungs at the sight.

“I…” You tried to form a sentence, but the words wouldn’t come out, causing you to open and close your lips like a fish out of water. And you might as well have been one; all of a sudden your mouth was as dry as a desert. “I–”

“Look, you don’t have to tell me. I won’t bother you anymore,” the boy held his hands up in surrender, sending a smirk your way. “Since I’m up now and probably won’t be able to fall back asleep, I’m gonna hop in the shower,” he said as he pushed the covers off of his legs and stood up before disappearing out of the room.

Finally. You didn’t even bother to pick up the towel that fell from your waist and to the floor as you raced around the room, searching for anything that would give away what was happening to you right now. You rummaged through closets, drawers and bags; the only thing you found was a wallet that was sitting on the nightstand beside your bed.

You immediately pulled out the I.D. that was situated in the clear flap, recognizing the picture as the same boy you had seen staring back at you in the mirror. Park Jimin, it read. DOB: 10/13/1995.

So he’s only a few months younger than me, you thought to yourself as you continued scanning the card. Your eyes caught on the words that read Seoul, South Korea.

“Seoul?!” You blurted out loud, forgetting all about the people in your proximity who were already wary of your behavior. Were you actually in Seoul right now?

Your investigation was interrupted by the sound of a ringtone bleating through the air. You whipped your head towards the noise, spotting the cell phone plugged in that was now vibrating on the nightstand and flashing a random phone number. Upon closer inspection, you saw that it was your phone number.

You darted over to it and pressed accept faster than you could even blink. “Hello?”

“Y/N?” Someone spoke your name, and you blanched when you realized the voice on the other end was in fact your own.

“Who is this?!” You yelled frantically.

“Oh thank god,” they breathed a sigh of relief. “I called a few minutes ago but you didn’t answer. Listen, I don’t really know how to say this, but I think–”

“Are you Park Jimin?” You asked, too impatient to wait for them to finish.

“Yes!” The person exclaimed. “Yes, yes, I’m Park Jimin. Are you Y/N?”

“Yes!” You answered with an equal amount of relief. “What the hell is going on?”

“That’s what I was hoping you could tell me,” Jimin said, and you tried to ignore the fact that hearing your own voice being spoken to you was starting to creep you out. “You don’t know?”

“No I don’t know!” You snapped. “All I know is that when I went to sleep last night I was myself, and when I woke up I was attacked by some kid screaming about an alarm!”

“Oh, that was probably Jungkookie,” he told you with a hint of a giggle. “He really doesn’t like the song I have set as my alarm. But the only reason I do it is because I know it will make him get up–”

“Okay, that’s not really important right now,” you interrupted him in a harsh voice.

“Sorry,” Jimin quickly apologized, instantly dismissing the subject. “Well, I woke up to some guy feeling me up from behind! How do you think I felt?!”

You slapped a hand over your mouth as a humorless chuckle of surprise threatened to escape your lips. “That’s my boyfriend, Jaebum,” you explained apologetically. You had forgotten all about him staying over last night at your apartment, what with all the craziness that had happened this morning.

“Your boyfriend?!” Jimin screeched. “You mean I’m going to have to fend off this horny bastard even more? Sorry Y/N, but I think you may be single by the time all of this is over.”

“Don’t you dare,” you warned him in a stern tone. “And what do you mean by the time all of this is over? What is all of this?!”

“I don’t know!” He yelled in exasperation. “I only know just as much as you!”

You sighed, hoping that the pent up anger and nerves would wash away with the breath escaping your lungs, though it did nothing to settle your pounding heart. “Just…” You stopped, running a hand through your newly-shortened hair. “Tell me where I am.”

“You’re in Seoul, South Korea, in a dorm room.”

I knew it, you thought to yourself as Jimin continued on.

“There are six other guys there with you: Jungkook is my roommate, the one who woke you up. There’s also Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Taehyung, but they’re in different rooms.”

“What do you study?” You couldn’t stop your curiosity from taking over.

There was a beat of silence on his end. “What?” He asked in confusion.

“In school,” you proceeded to explain. “You said I’m in a dorm room, so I’m assuming you go to a university of some sort. So, what do you study?”

Another moment passed before Jimin was suddenly intaking a sharp breath of air. “No, Y/N,” he said, his voice strangely calm and somewhat shaky. “You’re in a dorm because I’m in a kpop group.”

It took you a few seconds to register what he said before you were laughing out loud, the first time you had truly laughed since you’d woken up. “You’re joking, right?” You managed in between breaths.

“No,” he sounded over the receiver, his tone very serious compared to your lighthearted one.

“Wait,” you stopped, your laughter immediately halting in your throat. “What?”

“I’m an idol, in a kpop group called BTS,” he explained solemnly.

All color drained from your face as he continued to talk, but you had stopped listening long ago. You couldn’t listen even if you wanted to; it was like your body had shut down, keeping you from completing simple tasks such as seeing and hearing. His words got lost in your head, swirling with the other chaotic thoughts that took over your mind and overwhelmed it into a silent state of shock. He had to be joking at this point. This was all just one big, giant joke, and when you closed your eyes and opened them again, you would be back in your normal body. You were certain of it.

Keeping the phone on your ear but not fully comprehending anything that was being said, you crawled back into bed before your legs could give out and send you collapsing to the floor, drawing the blankets over your naked body and letting your head sink into the comfort of the pillow beneath you. This is all a dream, you kept repeating to yourself as your eyelids fluttered shut beyond your control. Surely things will be back to normal if you just go back to sleep. This is all just a dream.


“Hyung?” You heard a voice ring through the silence and startle you from your slumber.

You adjusted your eyes to the light, blinking them a few times before settling on the sight of the shirtless boy before you. “No,” you breathed out, closing your eyes and rubbing them vigorously before opening them again.

The same boy was still peering down at you, a curious look on his face.

“No!” You repeated louder this time, throwing your head back in frustration before flailing your limbs on the mattress. “Why didn’t it work?!”

“Why didn’t what work?” The boy asked nonchalantly, finally walking away to head towards his side of the room.

You quickly sat up, watching his every movement as he gathered his clothes from the drawer. The only thing concealing his body from your eyes was a thin towel around his waist, leaving the toned muscles in his back and broad shoulders exposed to you. The way they rippled beneath his skin as he moved started to transfix you; you watched as he bent over, his biceps straining as he suddenly dropped the towel to pull on his underwear.

“Oh my god!” You all but screeched, covering your eyes with one hand and holding out the other to obscure his private area from view. “What are you doing?!”

“What?” He laughed at your reaction.

“For god sakes, cover up! Have some decency!”

“…Dude, everyone always changes in front of each other…” He chuckled again, though this time there was a hint of confusion and wariness to his voice.

You froze at his words. What were you doing; you had to convince him that you were Jimin, not some random girl from across the world! You cleared your throat before reluctantly uncovering your eyes and lowering your hands, thankful to see that he now had his underwear on.

He then tossed the wet towel onto his bed, now exposing his bottom half to you as well as he walked towards his closet. You couldn’t help but notice that the black boxer briefs he had on hugged his thighs in all right places, making it very clear just how in-shape this kid actually was.

“Are you gonna get up?” A voice knocked you out of your thoughts, and crashing down with it came the realization that you had been caught staring at him.

You blinked back up at the boy’s eyes, a blush creeping its way onto your cheeks at the sight of the smirk playing on his lips. He must’ve been the one Jimin was telling you about, Jungkook.

Jimin. You had forgotten all about the boy you had been on the phone with and passed out on. You quickly searched for your phone on the bed next to you, only to see that the call had ended.

“W-what?” You stuttered out once you remembered he had asked a question, careful to avoid eye contact in fear that he would somehow see straight into your soul—your soul that didn’t belong to Park Jimin.

“Are you gonna get up? We have to leave soon, you know,” Jungkook asked again as he pulled on a pair of jeans.

Your stomach dropped at his words. They couldn’t really be kpop artists, could they? No, Jimin must have been playing some sick, cruel joke on you. “Leave to go where?” You asked.

Jungkook eyed you peculiarly. “The venue…” He trailed off. “We have a show tonight. How could you forget?”

You froze, heat starting at the base of your palms and spreading throughout your nerve endings, tightening your throat in its clutches. “Like… A show for BTS?” You had to say the group name Jimin had told you so Jungkook could confirm if it was a lie or not.

“I know right?” Jungkook chuckled, and you furrowed your eyebrows at his words until he continued. “That’s what it feels like sometimes. But at least this is the last day of promotions at Inkigayo and then we’ll be ready to learn a new dance.”

Inkigayo? Promotions? Dance? You had to call Jimin again.

You abruptly shot up in your seat, causing the blanket that was around you to fall from your waist and expose your nude lower half. “Shit,” you cursed, scrambling to cover yourself up again.

Jungkook just laughed. “You’re still not dressed either? You better hurry, or Sejin-hyung is gonna be pissed.”

You frowned, not knowing at all who this person was; but while you’re stuck in Jimin’s body, you figured you probably didn’t want to anger them. You started to stand up, awkwardly shifting the blankets to shield yourself from the boy’s view.

His melodic laughter rang through the air again. “Relax, hyung, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

You raised an eyebrow at that. Just how close were these guys?

“Ugh, here,” Jungkook groaned playfully, walking over and handing you the towel you had dropped on the floor. “It’s literally painful to watch you struggle like that.”

You could tell he was making a joke, but you weren’t in the mood—especially not with this stranger. “Thanks,” you took the towel, finally relaxing once it was secure around your waist.

Jungkook just stood there, staring at you with an amused glint in his eye as you debated what your first plan of action should be. “Um…” You started, trying to avert your eyes from the blindingly-toned muscles of his stomach. You couldn’t get anything done with him revealing himself like that. “Can you put a shirt on?”

The boy snickered before walking to his closet and pulling out a plain t-shirt. “You’re right, before I scold you I should probably get my shit together.” He kept his back towards you as he continued dressing, and you took that as an opportunity to grab the first articles of clothing you found in a drawer and dash towards the bathroom, clutching Jimin’s cellphone at your side.

Unfortunately, the living room wasn’t as desolate as it had been earlier. “Morning, Jiminie,” you heard a voice call, and soon a taller boy who you had never seen before was coming into view. “You look kind of flustered this morning. Are you okay?”

“Hobi, don’t pester him,” another new face scolded from the kitchen. “Can’t you see he has to hurry? He hasn’t even gotten dressed yet.”

You must’ve looked like a deer caught in headlights, but you couldn’t help it; who were all these people? You opened your mouth to speak but never actually got anything out before continuing your trek to the bathroom.

Once inside with the door securely shut and locked, you immediately dialed your number again.

“Y/N!” You heard your voice yelp after only one ring. “Where were you?! I was afraid something happened!”

“You have to help me, Jimin,” you spoke in a low tone, clutching the phone to your face with both hands. “I don’t know what to do. There are all these guys popping up out of no where, and Jungkook is saying something about a concert tonight and I just–”

“Oh shit, Inkigayo,” he cursed on the other end. “I completely forgot!”

“Yeah, oh shit is right!” You yelled frantically. “What the fuck do I do?!”

“Just calm down, calm down. It’s gonna be okay.”

“Is it?!” You interrupted his consoling. “Because the most you have to worry about is my horny boyfriend trying to have sex with you. I have an entire country waiting to watch me be Park Jimin tonight!”

“Please don’t remind me!” Jimin lowered his voice to a hiss. “I figured I would get up and make breakfast, since that would get him off my back, you know? But no, then he decides to come in there and try to fuck me on the kitchen counter! I’m going insane!”

“Oh my god, just kick him out or something, I don’t care,” you quickly brushed him off. “What am I supposed to do about the millions of people expecting me to be you?!”

He let out an exasperated sigh. “Can you sing?”

“What? Oh no no no, we’re not actually going through with this,” you spoke as if he was crazy.

“Well do you have a better idea while we try to figure it out?!” He barked.

“Well we could try actually telling them, for one,” you stated the obvious choice with a glance at the door, careful to keep your voice low from suspecting ears.

“Yeah, I thought about that,” Jimin replied, his voice not as venomous as it was before. “But do you actually think they would believe us? I don’t know how we’d prove it to them.”

You sighed, wracking your brain of every possible outcome you could think of, but nothing that could be useful came to mind. “You could talk to them?” You suggested meekly.

“Oh, me as in Y/N? Some girl they’ll think is in on the prank we’re trying to pull?” He tutted sarcastically, immediately dismissing it. “Any other ideas?”

“You could answer any of their questions,” you offered, desperate to figure out a loophole. “Something that only Park Jimin would know.”

“They would still think that we pre-planned it, Y/N,” Jimin sighed, and you could tell he was shaking his head. “Trust me, I’ve already thought of everything. There’s no way out of this.”

“There has to be!” You whined, tossing your head back and emitting a loud groan. Just then the doorknob jiggled, and you were suddenly thankful you remembered to lock the door. “Shit, someone’s coming,” you whispered into the phone.

“Jimin, are you okay in there?” A voice called through the door.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second!” You covered the end of the phone to holler before going back to Jimin. “Quick, tell me everything I need to know before I go.”

“Okay, so I'm—er, you're—a singer and dancer for BTS. We just released a new song, so we’ve been going on music shows and doing promotions for it. Today’s the last performance on Inkigayo.”

“Who is Sejin?” You asked, suddenly remembering when Jungkook had mentioned him earlier.

“Sejin is our manager—why? Did something happen?!” Jimin asked, his voice suddenly turning frantic.

“No, no, don’t worry,” you put your hands up to settle him down, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “Jungkook told me that I better hurry this morning, or else Sejin-hyung was gonna be pissed. I just didn’t know who he was.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s our manager. Really nice guy, but you don’t wanna piss him off,” he said before speaking up again. “Wait, can you tell the rest of the members apart?”

“The rest of the members?” You dead-panned, finally pulling on your clothes at the mention of their hot-headed manager. “I don’t even remember their names.”

“Well you better learn them now, because they’re your brothers for the time being,” he said. “You already know Jungkookie, so I’ll skip over him. Now, Taehyung is–”

“Jimin, hurry the fuck up!” A different voice suddenly rasped, accompanied by a loud banging on the other side of the door. “We’re leaving in five, and Tae won’t stop bitching about having to pee!”

“Tell him to use the other bathroom,” Jimin sounded into your ear.

“Um…” You hesitated before reluctantly following orders. “Use the other bathroom!” You called out to the stranger behind the door before cowering away and anticipating his response.

The boy only grumbled in annoyance under his breath before stalking away, leaving you alone once again to your phone call.

“That was Yoongi,” Jimin stated before you even had a chance to ask. “I could tell by his voice. He looks small and innocent, but he’s actually a grumpy hyung who will rip your head off if you interrupt his sleep. Remember that.”

“Um… Okay…” you trailed off, wondering if you even needed to be warned about that. It’s doubtful that you’ll do much of any talking today anyways, preferring to just sit back and observe for the time being—at least until you had a grasp on whatever was going on.

“If you need to go to anyone for help, go to Namjoon hyung; he’s the one with his hair shaved on the sides. He’s the leader of BTS, so he’s really responsible when it comes to problems.” Just then there was a loud bang in the background on Jimin’s end, and there was a slight pause before he spoke again. “Fuck, I think Jaebum’s coming back down. Give me some pointers for him, would ya?”

“He likes getting his dick sucked,” you snickered.

Jimin didn’t seem to think it was funny, though. “I’m serious!” He huffed before his voice abruptly caught in his throat. “Gotta go,” he quickly mumbled before the line went dead.

You sighed, stressfully running your fingers through your hair again. Great. Now you were approximately 0% closer to figuring out what you were going to do about today.

There was another bang at the door. “Jimin!” A deeper voice you hadn’t heard yet rang through your eardrums. “The van is leaving now! Let’s go!”

You cursed to yourself, quickly tossing the t-shirt you had grabbed over your head and opening the door. “Coming!” You yelled out to no one in particular. Hopefully your voice sounded more confident than you felt.


Well, the good news was that the car ride to the concert venue was an eye-opening, informational one.

The bad news was that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing.

All six of the other members were there; you made the total number come to seven. Of course you recognized Jungkook, already resenting him for ruining your morning. The way he slumped back in his seat, silent music floating through the outlet of his ear-buds and innocent eyes staring at the passing scenery through the etched glass of the window as if he had no idea of the turmoil he had caused you, did nothing but light a burning hatred aflame in your heart akin to no other.

You may be misdirecting your anger onto him, but you didn’t care. You already didn’t like this boy.

You recognized the second guy who had stopped you on your way back from the shower—the one who had called you out on your scream. He adorned a black mask that covered the bottom half of his face with the white outline of a teddy bear snout on it, as well as round sunglasses that clung around the back of his head and rested atop the nape of his neck. You wondered which of the names was his that Jimin had listed.

You also recognized Hobi as the third to greet you, since that’s what the other boy who scolded him from the kitchen had called him, though you didn’t remember the name ‘Hobi’ being on Jimin’s list. His forehead was shrouded by tufts of slightly wavy, shaggy brown hair, and you could tell that he had cleaned up considerably since you’d first seen him.

Soon your eyes caught on the shaved hair that Jimin had spoken of, and it didn’t take rocket science to figure out that that must be BTS’ leader, Namjoon. You studied his appearance: long, lanky body, dark, loose-fitting clothing, and a pair of wire-framed glasses that sat atop the bridge of his small button nose. He was attractive though he didn’t seem like the leader type, but you weren’t one to judge a book by its cover—plus, Jimin had said you could rely on him, so you were sure to make a mental note of that in the back of your mind for later.

Other than that, the final two boys were completely unrecognizable; you had never seen them before in your life. One of them must’ve been Yoongi, since Jimin said that was who was banging on the bathroom door, but you just didn’t know which one.

He looks small and innocent, but he’s actually a grumpy hyung who will rip your head off if you interrupt his sleep, Jimin’s words from earlier came flooding back to you.

Small and innocent, huh? Well, one of the two boys looked 6 feet tall and had shoulders the size of a plane’s wingspan, so you assumed it was the other. Which meant that the wingspan boy must be the one who scolded Hobi in the kitchen.

See, it didn’t take long for you to figure out this puzzle. Being Park Jimin would be a piece of cake.

“Okay, does everyone remember their lines for the opening act tonight?” A man called back from the passenger’s seat.

Shit.

“I do!” A deep voice floated from the young boy with the bear mask over his mouth. “I was reading over the script all night long.”

“He’s not lying,” Hobi chimed in with a hint of annoyance in his tone. “I had to tell him to turn off the light three times.”

“And after that, the brightness on his phone,” the leader added with a roll of his eyes. “He had it turned up all the way so it would reflect off the paper.”

“It’s not my fault you guys are light sleepers!” The bear boy shot back. “Who the hell can’t fall asleep because a light is on?”

“It’s too early for this,” Yoongi opened his eyes to groan, only to close them right back again and massage his temples.

A silence fell over the vehicle after that, everyone getting lost in the worlds of their phones, their music, or the back of their eyelids. You decided to do the latter, welcoming the darkness as it soothed your mind and took over your anarchic thoughts.


“Stop, Y/N!” Jaebum protested while curling his fingers around yours and attempting to pull you back. “What are you doing?”

“Come on!” You giggled, the light sound of your laughter flitting through the darkness of the empty hallway. “It’s this way!”

“We’re not sneaking onto the stage,” he stated, an edge to his voice that made it clear he didn’t approve of the spontaneous adventure you were forcing him on. “We shouldn’t even be back here in the first place! Let’s just leave before we get caught.”

“Oh, where’s the fun in that? Live a little, Jae!”

The two of you came to the end of the hallway—excitement coursing through your veins and anxiety through his—as you were now face to face with the curtain that separated backstage from the main stage. You and your boyfriend were at a concert event hours before the show started and it just so happened that during your stroll around the venue, the back door to the arena had been left opened and unattended. Jaebum (being Jaebum) had been completely against the idea of taking a peek inside, but of course you (being you) had to check it out. Curiosity got the best of you; what was the worst they could do, tell you to get out? In your opinion it was worth it for a chance to see the stage from the performer’s point of view.

So that’s how you ended up here, tugging on your reluctant boyfriend’s hand as you ushered him farther into the depths of the building. Each step you took got you closer to the stage, you could feel it, and just before you could pull back the curtain and see the bright lights of the stadium seats, there was a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, you guys aren’t supposed to be back here!” A petite woman in a badge around her neck labeled ‘staff’ barked out.

“Sorry, I was just telling my friend here the same thing,” Jaebum looked pointedly at you. “We were just leaving,” he continued as he practically dragged you back down the hall. “We’re so sorry, ma’am.”


The view from the stage looked glorious.

There were more lights than you could’ve ever imagined, lining not only the seats but also the front and sides of the stage, as well as the ceiling which was adorned with giant black speakers as well. Hundreds upon hundreds of chairs lined the walls for as far as the eye could see, all facing forward with one focal point in mind: you. The sight made you realize just how small you actually were; similar to looking up at the bright stars on a clear night, everything appeared so far away—as if your problems didn’t matter as much as they once seemed.

Your only wish was that you were seeing this back then, the day you had snuck into the arena with Jaebum, rather than in the body of some stranger about to perform on Inkigayo with BTS.

“Okay, so the run-through for tonight includes the intro skit, and then from there you’ll go straight into the comeback stage,” an unfamiliar face, probably someone Park Jimin should know, barked out orders through the ear piece all of you were instructed to wear.

Fear started to trickle into you at his words as the severity of what was about to happen finally hit you: you didn’t have a single clue what you were supposed to do. Sure you had secretly watched BTS performance videos on the ride here (all of which included some very difficult dance moves), keeping an eye on the one you recognized as Jimin after glancing at yourself in the rear view mirror several times, but that still wasn’t enough to sate the anxiety rising in your chest. You had no one to turn to, no one to ask questions for help, not even Namjoon, because Park Jimin should already know this. And you never imagined how alone that would make you feel until it was happening, and now it was too late.

Thank god the staff gave you extra scripts for the intro skit this morning, or else you would’ve been even more screwed than you already are.

“Let’s take it from the top, exactly how it’s going to be done tonight,” the producer, you’re assuming, yelled out. “So Seulgi just mentioned BTS’ many wins with their new title track, and then the camera pans over to you guys. And, action.”

You stared blankly down at your script before blinking wide eyes at the other members, completely lost as to what you all were doing. But fortunately, they seemed to know better than you. Or maybe that was unfortunately; they made you stick out like a sore thumb.

“Ah, I can’t believe it’s our last show!” Namjoon cried in disappointment.

“It seems like we just learned the dance yesterday,” the boy with the bear mask (that was now abandoned in his pocket) said, and then he proceeded to break down into a signature move from the dance.

“Taehyung, you’re supposed to sing the line from the chorus while you’re doing the move,” the producer interrupted the scene.

And you studied all night long,” Hobi teased.

“That part wasn’t in the script!” The bear boy, who you now knew was named Taehyung, complained.

“It says ‘sing and dance the chorus’, can you suddenly not read?” Yoongi pointed to the script with a straight face, causing the other members to snicker.

“Mine just says dance!”

“Okay, it doesn’t matter,” the producer quickly cut in to stop the bickering. “Now you know that I want you to dance and sing the chorus, got it?”

Taehyung grew silent, his lips pressed into a straight line as he nodded his head, and you could tell he was more affected than he lead on by the scolding he received. Though he repeated the scene correctly this time, it was done with less enthusiasm, and you couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy. But then the room grew quiet, and suddenly all eyes were on you and you were frozen dead in your tracks.

“Jimin, do you not know your lines?” The producer sighed at you.

It took longer than you’d like to admit to realize that he was speaking directly to you. “Oh! Uh, no sir. I mean yes sir, I know them,” you painfully stumbled over your words as you awkwardly waved the script in the air.

“Well then what’s the problem?” He asked.

You gulped before speaking again; man, these idol people sure were intimidating. “There isn’t a problem,” you shot back as sweetly as you could muster, despite the growing annoyance you felt at the way he was treating you and Taehyung so far.

There was a sigh before the voice in your ear spoke again. “Alright, lets start back from the top.”

You furiously started looking at your lines to read ahead and figure out your parts. So you were supposed to cut in after J-Hope, whoever that was, yelled something about hoping to win tonight’s award at Inkigayo too.

Wow, these guys won every award at these major music shows? Why hadn’t you heard of them before? This just goes to show that you needed to get your nose out of your books in college. The world was happening around you, and you were too busy studying to notice.

It wasn’t until the other members started talking around you that you realized the producer must’ve directed you to take it from the top, and when you heard a bold voice exclaim the lines before your own (you quickly turned around to identify which boy was J-Hope; turns out, he’s the same person as Hobi), you finally opened your mouth to speak.

“Well the fans have to be the judge of that, Hyung,” you started, your voice the epitome of bad acting as you paused before awkwardly gesturing your hand out to the empty stadium seats around you. “Why don’t we show them what we’re made of?”

There was the sound of the speaker cutting in. “Jimin, are you slow?”

You blinked your eyes in confusion. “…Excuse me?”

“I said are you slow; do you have an intellectual developmental disorder?” The producer spoke in a dry voice.

You wanted to scoff because you knew what he was asking was offensive, though you were too taken aback and out of place to even think straight. “No…”

“Then stop acting like it,” he barked before the speaker cut off and he gestured his hand for everyone to take it from the top again. Your mouth fell open as you stared at him in disbelief at the sheer audacity of his words.

You knew it wasn’t your place, but who the hell did this guy think he was?

“Excuse me!” You were quickly raising your hand to get his attention, simply unable to contain yourself or remain silent in the body of Park Jimin any longer.

The producer raised an eyebrow before cutting in over the speaker again. “Yes?”

You suddenly felt intimidated by all the eyes on you, though you tried to clear your throat and stand your ground. “I don’t really think you can talk to me like that,” you began in a cautious voice that grew stronger with each word.

All the boys snapped their heads to you in bewilderment, the fear in their eyes telling you just how grave of a mistake that you’ve made by talking back to your superior, but you didn’t really see the harm in it. Hey, you were Park Jimin, member of the global sensation BTS, right? You deserved respect just as much as you had to give to others, and so far this man has proven three times that he wasn’t worthy and abused his power by being, to put it simply, an asshole.

There was a stretch of silence that hung in the air before the producer finally spoke again. “I can talk to you however I want,” he hissed out in a strangely calm tone. “And if you want your ass on that stage tonight, I suggest you learn your place.”

The threat was meant to be chilling as you physically heard the breath escape the lungs of your fellow members next to you, though you couldn’t care less—maybe you should’ve, since this was Jimin’s life you were affecting, not your own—but quite frankly, you didn’t want to be on stage tonight. You didn’t want any of this.

So you silently shook your head before throwing your script down on the ground and stepped out from your designated spot. “Then count me out,” was all you said as you stalked off stage.


“I can’t do it, Jimin.”

You were pacing back and forth in an empty dressing backstage with your phone to your ear and your fingers on your temples, desperately trying to massage away the headache that was growing larger with each passing second. “I can’t be you. That guy is a dick and I won’t put up with that bullshit treatment. I shouldn’t have to.”

“Listen, Y/N, just calm down and think about this for a moment.” Jimin was trying to console you on the other end—albeit a bit frantically, since this was his life on the line. “The producer at Inkigayo has always been a dick; it’s known throughout the idol community. But sometimes you just gotta be professional and suck it up.”

“While he gets to get away with being the most unprofessional out of all of us? Uh uh, I don’t think so.” You were quickly shaking your head as your wave of stubbornness resurfaced.

“That’s his job, Y/N. He barks orders at idols and tells them what to do and say on the show. I know you may not like it, but you’re not you right now, you’re me. So if you could please just keep your mouth shut and roll with the punches and remain as compliant as possible, I would really appreciate it.”

You rolled your eyes and parted your lips to reply before your words got caught in your throat at the sound of someone walking into the room. “Gotta go,” you quickly mumbled to Jimin before ending the call right as Jungkook came into view.

“Hey,” the boy said in a voice that was steady yet wary as he looked at you with a tinge of sympathy in his eyes. “Are… you okay?”

You let out a sigh before flopping down onto the couch behind you. Just when was this boy going to leave you alone? “I’m fine,” you replied in a clipped tone.

Jungkook nibbled his bottom lip before deciding to take a seat next to you, and suddenly there was a heat emanating from his body so strongly that you had to scoot away in order to put some much needed distance between you two.

“Everyone knows Jang Sukjin-nim can be a real pain in the ass—I mean hey, I’ve lost count of the amount of times we’ve wanted to tell him off in the past,” he shook his head with a light chuckle that had you lifting your head to meet his eyes. “What you did was real badass, hyung. I’ve never seen you act out that way before. I wish I had as much courage as you to stand up for myself.”

It was when he put a comforting hand on your shoulder than your entire body tensed up, the weight of his limb sinking down into your stomach until a knot the size of Africa had formed in its wake and was pulling you down. You tried to swallow, but your throat was suddenly dry.

“Thanks, but shouldn’t we be getting back in there?” You shot up from your seat at the speed of light while a nervous chuckle escaped your lips and your sweaty palms rubbed against your pants, almost completely forgetting about why you’d left the stage in the first place as the boy’s hand fell from your shoulder and back to his side. “I don’t want to keep them waiting any longer.”

Jungkook nodded and stood to his feet, completely oblivious to your strange behavior. “Good thinking. Sejin-hyung isn’t too happy about this, so the less you keep them waiting, the better.”

Your face blanched at that. Just how many people had you gotten Jimin in trouble with by your little act of defiance? You never knew kpop idols had so many rules.


Putting up with Jang Sukjin for the rest of the day was dreadful, but as much as you felt the urge to dive across the soundboard and strangle him with your bare hands, you were able to keep yourself under control for Jimin’s sake. What made it worse was that you weren’t the only one who got foul treatment, though you simply gritted your teeth and forced a smile every time one of his rude remarks or hostile orders came flying out of his mouth, having to repeat the words compliant and complacent, compliant and complacent over and over again just to keep yourself in check.

After all, a grumpy producer was the least of your worries.

“Jimin, what’s gotten into you today?” Hobi (or J-Hope as the staff called him—you still weren’t sure which was right) turned around with a frown of concern as you messed up yet another dance move by just stalling in place and watching the others rather than actually moving.

Maybe it would help if you actually knew the choreography.

“Yeah, you don’t seem like yourself,” the boy you recognized as the leader chimed in, and you had to physically restrain yourself from tutting.

That was the understatement of the century.

“I don’t know man, I’m just not feeling well today,” you shook your head and ran a frustrated hand through your hair as if this sudden forgetfulness was just as strange to you as it was to them. “My mind’s all cloudy and it’s hard to think straight.”

“Maybe you should sit down and rest for a bit,” Jungkook worriedly nibbled on his bottom lip.

The smaller one, Yoongi, scoffed. “That wouldn’t help any; he hasn’t done anything all day.”

“Well maybe he just needs some water or something–”

“Guys, really, I’m fine,” you interrupted their bickering since you knew it was pointless. “Let’s just take it from the top.”

The boys all gave you a wary look before Hobi finally gestured for the song to start playing again, and once the now-familiar song started blaring through the speakers, you were just as lost as you had been the first twenty times.

It wasn’t until you physically bumped into the boy with the shoulders of a plane wingspan, who you’ve learned throughout the practice was named Jin, that the music cut to a stop as your ass met the floor with a hard plop!

You didn’t know why you were even trying. It’s not like you could pick up the choreography within a day when you were already supposed to know it.

There were gasps of concern, fits of laughter and groans of frustration that emitted from the people around you when Jin came rushing over to make sure you were okay. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes at this point.

“Maybe you had the right idea when you stormed away earlier.” Sukjin’s voice blared over the speakers with a sneer that had your teeth grinding together in sheer annoyance at the sound. “Off the stage. Now.”

Jimin was going to be so disappointed in you.


You were forced to watch the rest of BTS practice their stage without the help of Jimin, and though you weren’t familiar with the song, even you could see the obvious holes in the choreography where someone was clearly missing. Their fans wouldn’t be happy with this, and you knew because that’s exactly why manager Sejin had chewed you out for an hour after getting kicked off.

But that was pointless to dwell on, because now you were finally taking a snack break with the rest of the members and were thankfully away from any superiors who could give you shit and potentially punish Jimin in the long run.

No, now all you had to deal with was the disappointment from Jimin’s brothers, which was a lot less brutal but still just as shitty.

“I don’t get it,” Yoongi shook his head over a container of kimchi before looking back at you. “How do you just forget the entire dance? I mean how long have we been rehearsing this? We just won at Music Bank the other night.”

“Hyung, chill out,” Taehyung interjected in your defense through a mouthful of rice.

“I mean, I’m just saying,” Yoongi shook his head again with a sigh before resuming his meal.

You chose to stay out of it and remain silent at the end of the table with your boxed lunch, feet in the chair and knees to your chest as the guilt ate you alive of if you even should be allowed to eat this food provided for you when you didn’t actually do anything today. It wasn’t like you to feel bad about something that was out of your control, but this was too real. You were submersed in Jimin’s life, surrounded by Jimin’s friends; you were Jimin. And the more you began to realize this wasn’t just a dream you could wake yourself up to escape from, the more reality began to leave a giant lump in your throat.

You missed home. You missed your family and your friends, your boyfriend Jaebum, your apartment. Hell, you even missed university, and that was something you never thought you’d say. What you wouldn’t give to be in the library right now flipping through old pages of textbooks rather than spending time with a kpop group.

The sound of someone sitting down in the chair next to you stirred you from your thoughts, and when you looked up from your meal, you saw that it was Jungkook.

“You, my friend, are having the roughest day in the history of rough days,” he smirked in amusement as he retrieved one of the boxes from the center of the table. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you struggle this much, and that’s saying a lot. I’ve seen you try to talk to girls, hyung.”

Your lips parted as you stared at the goofy grin on his features, his eyes full of mirth and steady on you as he placed the chicken between his chopsticks into his mouth. And though you’ve never properly met Jimin before, you couldn’t help but find the younger boy’s teasing rather amusing. After all, it wasn’t you he was actually making fun of.

Only it was, and you figured while you were stuck inside Jimin’s body and had already fucked up enough with his career, you might as well defend his pride while you could. You owed him that much at least.

“Yah, is that hyung I heard you say? Is that any way to treat your elders then?!” You quickly whacked him on the arm though your scolding was only lighthearted and playful, the laughter falling from Jungkook’s lips letting you know he didn’t take your actions to heart.

You watched the way his nose scrunched up and his eyes sparkled with happiness, unable to remember the last time you’ve seen—or if you’ve ever seen—a smile that big while someone was laughing. For some reason, the elated sound made your heart flutter.

It was then that you were quickly shutting back down and closing yourself off behind the invisible barrier that you built around the chair that you were currently residing in, quickly occupying your mouth with food so you could keep yourself busy and unresponsive.

Jungkook, again, didn’t notice your strange behavior. “Does this lack of memorization have anything to do with that deafening scream you let out in the bathroom first thing this morning?”

You instantly froze. There’s no way he could know about the body swap, right?! But the longer you watched Jungkook casually stuffing his face as if he hasn’t eaten in a year, the more you realized he didn’t actually realize the gravity of his words.

You felt yourself visibly relax. “I don’t know what you mean. Don’t you scream every time you look in the mirror and see that ugly face of yours staring back?”

Jungkook let out a scoff before playfully returning the whack to your arm that you gave him earlier. You ignored the way your skin rose with goosebumps in the place that his hand touched. “So does that mean you screamed because you saw your sad excuse of a face?”

“No, I screamed because I woke up to yours.”

It was partly true; you had awoken without a clue who this stranger was, and that definitely aided in the terrified shriek that left your lips when you were brought face to face with someone else looking back at you in the mirror this morning. Jungkook, however, didn’t have to know that, and so your response worked just as well when disguised as a deadpanned insult.

You weren’t aware that anyone had been listening in on your conversation, but that fact was made apparent as a booming roar of laughter suddenly erupted from Taehyung on the other side of the younger boy. “Damn Jimin, that’s a good one.”

“Yeah, you’re normally sickeningly sweet to Jungkookie.” Hobi made a face of disgust before laughing along with Tae. “Who are you today?!”

It was through the boys’ oblivious amusement that you felt your heart drop, finally realizing your biggest mistake yet: if you wanted to pass as Park Jimin, you had to act like him, and you had no idea how to do that.


Unfortunately, your rest from interrogation (aka lunch) came to a much-too-fast end and soon it was back to slouching in one of the stadium chairs in the front row and watching the other members practice like you were some kid that had to be put in time out. Thankfully, this also put you at an advantage since you could study their dance moves from back here and try to engrave them in your mind as soon as possible before you got yourself into any more serious trouble.

You resisted the urge to pull out your phone and text Jimin with profuse apologies and instead focused on the members’ footwork. That seemed to be the hardest part, because while you weren’t much of a dancer lest it be while drunkenly stumbling through a nightclub, you still found it fairly easy to get the gist of things after repeatedly seeing it for what felt like a hundred times. Well, the gist of things for the chorus, at least—that was a start, right?

No, it was the details that were tripping you up—quite literally—and so you resorted to watching their feet move in ways that looked like a piece of cake until you actually got up there and attempted to do them yourself.

“Stop,” Sukjin’s voice, that you’ve grown to despise with every fiber of your being, was barking through the loud speaker as his hands waved through the air with a frustrated shake of his head. “Jungkook, you’re off tempo. I don’t know how they do it over there at Music Bank, but here at Inkigayo we like everything to be done with precision. Understand?”

You visibly clenched your fists by your side as your eyes snapped over to the younger boy in the center of the stage. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips turned down into a frown, though before he could let any other emotion show, he quickly cleared his face until his features were expressionless and his head was nodding silently.

You let your jaw slack as you sat there in awe. How was he able to say nothing, absolutely nothing in response to a man who hadn’t done anything but shit on everyone all day? I mean, you weren’t an expert by any means, but you had been paying attention and their moves were perfectly in sync. It seemed like now this man was being rude simply to hear himself talk.

“He did it perfectly,” you heard yourself interjecting before you knew what you were doing.

Everyone, including Jungkook, directed their attention to you. “Excuse me?” Sukjin scrunched his face as if he couldn’t believe you had the sheer audacity to speak after all this time.

You glanced at Jungkook, who was softly yet frantically shaking his head with a worried expression, before turning back to the producer. “I said,” you exhaled as your rose to your feet, “he was doing it perfectly. Stop being such an asshole and let them do their job as performers.”

You could’ve heard a pin drop as the arena became silent around you, each person waiting with bated breath to see what Sukjin would say in response to a much-needed call out on his nasty character.

“I want you out of my sight,” he finally seethed in a voice that was so angry you could almost see fire shooting from his ears. “You’re never allowed back here inside Inkigayo under any circumstances, do you hear me? You’ve just cost your group a seventh member at this establishment.”

You felt your lungs deflate in your chest with the breath that you hadn’t known you were holding, a lump lodging its way into your throat and a sinking feeling in your stomach at the knowledge that you’ve now quite possibly ruined Jimin’s career. But you were too stubborn to let your feelings be shown.

“Gladly,” you responded with a hiss, and then you spun around on your heel and marched out of the music hall.


“What the fuck happened in there?!” Manager Sejin roared when he said you stalking out towards the van in the parking lot.

You let out a sigh. “I got kicked out, hyung,” you threw in the honorific as you had heard the others do to get on his good side.

Apparently it didn’t work. “What do you mean you got kicked out?! What the hell has gotten into you today?!”

You could now see why Jimin had told you this morning on the phone that you don’t want to piss this man off. Though his words weren’t particularly alarming or unexpected, it was his large and looming figure that towered over yours or the way his face lit up bright red and bulged with veins that had a sliver of fear prickling within you.

“I—I don’t know, okay,” you paused before admitting, your shoulders deflating in defeat as you looked down at the ground. “He was bullying everyone all day and I’d just had enough.”

“Well that’s great and all, but today is not the day you get to play fucking martyr,” he hissed through grit teeth. “You’re supposed to be on that stage because you have the last show tonight, and I’ll be damned if that gets ruined because of fucking Jang Sukjin!”

Apparently this guy has a reputation. Who’d have thought?

“I can’t do it, hyung,” you shook your head back and forth with a frown. “I’m not feeling myself today, I don’t know why. I can’t do it.”

You were surprised to see his face soften a bit. “What’s going on, Jimin? Is this something serious? Do we have to get you to the doctor?”

The thought was entertained in your mind for longer than you’d like to admit. The doctor’s might not be a bad idea; maybe they’d know something about the body swap.

But you knew it was no use. You’ve heard ancient folktales about “soul swapping” before, and that’s exactly what they were: folktales. Nobody in their right mind with a college degree in the medical field would believe you’re not who you say you are. You’d sooner be sent to the insane asylum before they’d help you.

“No, it’s fine,” you finally responded with a sigh. “I just—I think I need to lie down.”


Within thirty minutes you were back inside the BTS dorm, the empty silence such a deafening contrast to the bustling halls and loud voices that occupied it this morning. You sighed before collapsing down on the couch, figuring now would be as good a time as ever to break the news to Jimin. You had to get it over with.

“Y/N!” It felt refreshing to hear your own name being addressed to you again, even if did come from a frantic Jimin. “Thank god you called!”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Jaebum. He’s…” the boy trailed off.

You waited a few moments before gesturing for him to continue. “He’s what, Jimin?”

“He’s kind of pissed off at you. Like, really pissed off.”

You groaned in frustration, though you’d be lying if you said part of you wasn’t relieved that you both managed to fuck up in one way or another. “What’d you do?”

“Well, he kept trying to have sex with me, and I don’t know about you but I’m not into dudes that way. I’m not sucking his dick just to appease him or whatever the fuck else you suggested this morning before he came barging into the room and tried to take my pants off.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little as Jimin continued rambling in rage.

“…So I may or may not have punched him in the face.”

“What?!” You cried out as soon as the quick and jumbled words flew from his lips. “Jimin!”

“I’m sorry, okay? It just happened! I wasn’t thinking and acted on a natural reaction!”

You let out an exasperated sigh before putting your head in your free hand. “Where is he? You need to apologize right now!”

“Y/N, please no, you can’t make me do that. He’ll try to have makeup sex with me, or even worse, angry sex! Do you know how rough angry sex is?!”

“Well you sure as hell aren’t letting us break up! Do you know how long we’ve been together? A year! I’m not throwing all that time away because he suddenly thinks I’m abusive!”

There was silence on the other line as Jimin tried to come up with a solution. “What about if I just text him? Tell him I’m sorry, that I’m not feeling well and that we may need some time apart while I figure things out.”

You didn’t like the sound of it, you didn’t like the sound of it one bit, but honestly what else could you do? You weren’t about to let Jimin get raped just because you didn’t want to upset Jaebum.

“Okay, that’s fine,” you finally agreed with a sigh. “If he tries to come back over, you can barricade the doors since he has a key. Or you can stay at Sana’s apartment.”

“Sana?” You could practically hear Jimin tilting his head in confusion. “Who’s Sana?”

“My best friend. Just call her and act weird as fuck and she won’t know the difference.” You quickly brushed him off before getting to the matter at hand. “Jimin, I have to tell you something…”

“What?” There was a slight pause as he put two and two together. “Wait a minute, how are you able to talk to me for so long if you’re at Inkigayo? Are you on break?”

“Well, that’s the thing…” you chewed on your bottom lip while nervously picking at your shirt. “I sort of… got kicked out.”

Unlike your almost visceral response to his bad news about Jaebum, there was a long stretch of silence that hung in the air for longer than you would’ve liked.

“…Jimin?”

“You what?” He finally sounded, only his voice was low, and grim, and in an almost scary tone that you’ve never heard from him before. It sounded strange coming from your own voice, and that’s why it frightened you the most; you only used that tone when you were seriously pissed.

“I–I can fix it, don’t worry,” you were quickly trying to backtrack your words and calm him down. “It’s not that serious, really. I’ve been saying I wasn’t feeling well all day and I can blame it on that–”

“Y/N, do you know what you’ve just done?!” His voice was roaring now. “This goes beyond just you and me! There’s a whole company of people who watch over what I do—fuck, I could get fired!”

“N–no no, don’t be silly,” your voice started to shake as you chuckled nervously. “I told you it wasn’t that serious! Even Sejin understood. He offered to take me to the doctor and I can just–”

“Why did you get kicked out?” Jimin interrupted you, only his tone was more of a dangerously low statement rather than a question.

You winced before reluctantly telling him the truth. “…The producer was being mean to Jungkook, and I–”

“Oh my god Y/N, you don’t just get to talk back to people because they’re being mean!” His voice was in hysterics now. “This is the kpop industry, you take what people give you and you shut the fuck up about it! Oh my god, people are going to wonder why I’m not there tonight and what if Inkigayo leaks the story and–”

“Jimin, calm down,” you urged him in a wary tone. “I told you, I have it under control! Do you really think your company would do that to you? Have a little faith in us, please! I know I’m just a normal girl and have no experience whatsoever in the industry, but trust me, I really do have your best interest at heart. I’m not going to let you get screwed over—at least not on my watch.”

There was a heavy huff of air that was exhaled into the receiver. “You better fucking fix this, Y/N. There’s nothing I could fuck up in your life that would ever amount to how much this means, but I swear to god if you cost me my career, I will ruin everything you love.”

The call fell silent as the weight of his words settled over the atmosphere, and though your immediate reaction was to scoff, cries of you don’t know me! How dare you think your life is better than mine just because you’re a fancy fucking idol! on the tip of your tongue, but you managed to hold yourself back. Whether this was just an empty threat or something more serious, you knew that you deserved it.

“I will,” you reassured him, and that was the last thing you managed to get out before the line went dead.

Best Friend || Richie Tozier

Request: dreamsoftechnicolor: Hello! I just wanted to say that your writing is absolutely AMAZING- I love your work! For the song imagine requests, I’d love to read a Richie x reader (do you write It characters? If not, a mike x reader is good too) based off of the song “Best Friend” by Rex Orange County, the plot kind of being the reader & the character being super good friends & then they end up falling for each other!

Tense: 3rd person

Summary: Richie and (Y/N) are close friends, equally trash-mouthed and obnoxious, and soon enough come to the realisation that they like each other.

A/N: thank you soo much, I’m glad people enjoy them! I do IT, stranger things and the actors, but I do literally anything tbhh // I love doing these kinds of imagines because I find out about music that I’ve never listened to and turn out to absolutely love!! Xx

“You think you’re cool but those glasses tell another story,” (Y/N) poked at the glasses on Richie’s face, causing him to furrow his eyebrows. He swatted her hand away and readjusted them, sitting up straight in attempts to show some sort of confidence.

“Why are you such a dick to me?” he laughed, poking her in the forehead, mimicking what she’d done to his glasses.

“Why are you such a dick to me?” she copied, much higher tone, laughing along with him. He shook his head.

“No,” he put his finger in the air. “I’m not, I’m like the nicest friend to you, to be honest, I’m your only friend-“

“See!” she shouted, pointing at him frantically, voice cracking slightly.

“Okay, okay, I see your point,” he pushed her hands down and out of his face. “That’s the only time, though.”

“Richie, you tried to sell me so you could get food when you were broke,” she said seriously, making Richie snicker and nod. “It’s not funny, that guy was known for accepting shit.”

“Why did you think I made the offer?” she hit his arm roughly and he stopped laughing, holding his stomach as it ached from him laughing. What he didn’t tell her, though, was how uncomfortable and slightly jealous it had made him seeing the way that the worker looked at her. “This place is crawling with those types of men, it’s gross.”

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The two were walking to Bill’s after Richie had received a phone call, picking (Y/N) up on the way. He purposely didn’t ride his bike, knowing that she didn’t ride one anyway.

“Guys, what took you so long?” Stan practically yelled when they eventually walked into the house, after Bill answered the door to them. “Were you making out?” In sync, the two stared blankly at him and flicked his head on either side.

“She doesn’t ride a fucking bike, okay?” Richie shouted back, throwing himself onto the couch and almost hitting Eddie in the head with his feet. He pointed with his foot towards (Y/N), who was still stood, as Eddie kept having to push Richie’s legs off of his lap.

She glared over at him. “I can’t ride one,” she put her hands up in defence as everyone looked at her.

“Why couldn’t you have just ridden on the back of his?” Stan nodded to Richie, causing him to raise his eyebrows and hands at her.

She laughed. “No, no, absolutely not. He’d push me off or make some remark about my hands being near his dick,” she went and sat on a dining chair, and Richie called out in the back whilst laughing.

“That’s true,” he pointed in the direction of where she was sat.

“Told you,” she spoke almost immediately after he replied. She shrugged and the others went on to discuss why they were all called to come over. Bill explained about seeing Georgie, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere for everyone, and how he wanted to go and explore.

“Fuck that shit, nope,” (Y/N) paced around the room, occasionally looking behind her quickly as if she’d imagined seeing something. “I’ll stay here, y’know, keep watch on things,” the others just stared at her, unconvinced, until Richie piped up.

“Yeah,” he nodded enthusiastically. “That’s a good idea, (Y/N), I think you’ll need two people for that,” he got up from the couch and stood beside her. Everyone rolled their eyes but Bill gave in.

“If you’re s-s-staying h-here, th-then you c-c-can che-check out the b-b-basement for m-me while w-we’re g-g-gone,” As soon as he spoke, the others started to overlap their voices in complaints about how they should have to go. Richie just gave them all a thumbs up, and (Y/N) widened her eyes and hit Richie’s arm.

“I’m not fucking going into the basement where he saw a dead kid,” she panicked, whispering to Richie.

He waved her off, “It’s just a bluff. Right, Bill?” Bill stayed quiet and walked to the front door. Richie called back, “Bill?”

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“This is such a stupid fucking idea,” (Y/N) breathed out in a whisper, jumping at the slightest noise of a floor creak. “We’re all going to die, and I won’t ever get to own a cat. You know how much that sucks? I’ve always wanted one, a ginger one, fat and fluffy-“ Richie turned to her, pointing his flashlight in her eyes. She knocked it away, “Yeah, yeah, ‘shut up’, I get it.”

The group had split off to explore different parts of the house, unaware that they should’ve all stuck together. She and Richie had been wandering for around 5 minutes when they came to a living room area, in the corner was a dead plant holding a piece of paper on one of its branches. They walked up to it and Richie examined the paper before cursing in panic and stress.

“What the fuck?” he shouted, “What the actual fuck? Why am I on this? Why am I missing? H-how am I missing? I’m right fucking here,” she put her hands on his shoulders and made him look at her. His breathing started to slow down soon after, and he put down the paper before regaining focus. That was the thing with them, she didn’t have to say anything to calm him down, but just a simple touch of contact was enough for him. They carried on walking about, silent except from their whistling.

She sighed. “They picked a really unflattering photo for you, though,” she said nonchalantly, still looking in front and squinting at places she couldn’t quite see from afar. Richie looked at her in confusion, she turned her head to him and then turned back. “The missing sign,” she elaborated. “Worst photo of you ever.” He laughed slightly.

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“P,” Richie pondered, they both had been playing an Alphabet game with the subject being musicians or bands. “The Police,” he clicked his fingers as if an idea had struck him like a lightbulb being lit.

She shook her head. “Nope,” Richie looked at her confused and slightly annoyed. “Begins with a T technically, so you don’t get that one,” he groaned and threw a piece of hard paint at her, that he’d picked off from the doorway.

“You’ve done this three times already,” he began to think again. “Okay, Poison,” she clapped her hands, torch still in it, and gave a sarcastic smile. The two were interrupted by shouts coming from the others, they stood up abruptly and started to run in attempts to find them. As they got to the corner, just before the room they were in, they noticed a dressed up man crouching and looking round the corner into the room.

“Yo,” she shouted. “Why’s this dude crouching- oh my god, okay,” her eyes widened as the crouched man stood up tall, turning to look at them both. It was IT, face distorted by a large stick, causing her to gag. They both froze as he swiftly walked passed them with a large crooked smile on his face. Richie looked to (Y/N) and she looked right back, eyes still wide, but they were brought back to reality when Eddie screamed again.

They legged it into the room, (Y/N) stopping as she saw Eddie’s arm. Everyone was surrounding him and Richie was adamant he could help, but everyone’s suggestions were inaudible through Eddie’s cussing at Richie. As he grabbed Eddie’s arm, (Y/N) stood up and began to gag again. She hunched over, hands on knees and looking pale.

“I’m gonna throw up,” she muttered, causing Beverly to rub her back. “I’ll be fine,” she stood up straight just as Richie cracked Eddie’s arm into place. “Okay, yeah, no, I’m gonna throw up,” she gagged again but nothing came up.

They were all stood outside of the house as Eddie’s mum dragged him into her car. She was complaining and yelling at the group whilst they all trailed behind. She turned to Beverly and whispered something to her, too close up to her face. (Y/N) clenched her fists, face red in anger as Eddie’s mum pulled away from Beverly, not liking the way that she spoke to Bev.

“Fucking, mother, fucking bitch, fuck,” she muttered but stopped herself when she felt a hand surround her fist. Richie had heard her mumbles and comforted her by holding her hand, in attempts to make her unravel her hand from the grip. She looked at him but he stayed looking forward at the group however when she looked away, he gave her a side glance.

                                                          ***

“Can we please stop talking about cutting dicks?” (Y/N) said loudly, trying to speak over the boys in the middle of the room. (Y/N) and Beverly were sat on the windowsill by Ben’s window, the whole group sat in his room, whilst the boys surrounded the bed. The boys looked over and saw Beverly nodding, and laughing, as (Y/N) held down a magazine that the two girls were looking through.

“There’s things we want to know,” Richie piped up and, both he and (Y/N) stared at each other pulling faces. The others sat in silence, noticing how the two interacted with each other. She then shrugged as they all gathered their belongings to head out of the house. They were walking along the street for a while, heading towards the quarry, when they heard a car come from behind them. Richie turned, squinting at the car driving too fast, before realising that it was Henry Bowers. The car beeped at them and laughter was heard, causing the group to run. Henry’s group got out of the car and chased after them, but Henry was after only one: (Y/N).

She sighed as he grabbed at her wrist. “Fuck sake, Henry, what?” she looked him directly in the eyes, hoping to intimidate but he only looked back with attitude. She wasn’t particularly afraid of anything, she’d become too used to bullies and always had a careless outlook on life, one of the many qualities that made Richie want to be friends with her. He tugged her towards a fence and closed her in, giving her enough space to breathe but not enough to be comfortable.

“What’s someone like you hanging out with those losers?” he asked, pretending to be sad and offended. She rolled her eyes and yawned, staring straight at him again.

“They’re my friends, arsehole, something you don’t have,” she raised her eyebrows. He smirked, giggling at her cursing him. “Like, seriously, Henry, is this all you do with your life? Do you steal lollipops off of little girls too?” she spoke sarcastically and the others in the back laughed at her remark, Henry turned his face and scowled at them. When he turned back, he closed the gap a little more between their faces. She held a disgusted expression on her face and looked to the side of her, which caused him to pull his face back.

“You’re a chore,” he laughed. “Why do I have to work so hard for you, Beverly said yes in an instant,” (Y/N) scrunched nose and focused heavily into his eyes, she’d hated the way he brought up Beverly, but that he brought up a lie about her more so.

“You ask me out like 3 times and I say no and then you go around and tell people that we- that we did things. But in reality you can’t get anyone, isn’t that right, Henry?” she spat. Richie snickered in the back and almost immediately, Henry turned his head.

“What you laughing at, Trash-Mouth?” he spoke through gritted teeth, then slowly turned his head back to look at her.

“That’s why you have to lie, that’s why you have to let everyone know, because you know that you can only do those types of things in your own fantasy world, in that little brain of yours,” she went to tap his head but he grabbed her wrist. His face was scrunched up in anger; his breathing was loud and heavy, every exhale of his hitting her in the face.

“I don’t hit girls,” he said, speaking lowly. “But don’t test my patience,” he threw her hand down harshly, causing her wrist to click. He walked away back to his car, indicating for his group to let the others go. She held and rubbed at her wrist, whilst the others walked over, helping Ben up beforehand.

“That was fucking insane,” Eddie shook his head in awe. “I crapped my pants.” He spoke enthusiastically, looking at the others to see if they had seen what he saw. Richie was stood further back, rubbing the back of his neck, almost next to Bill.

“Oh, fuck,” Richie muttered under his breathe, kicking his foot along the ground, as something clicked in his brain suddenly. He accidentally kicked a small piece of gravel into Eddie’s shoe, causing him to freak out in the background noise. (Y/N) laughed, holding her hands over her mouth as she watched Eddie practically scream, his voice cracking.

“W-w-what is i-it, Ri-Ri-Richie?” Bill asked quietly, noticing that he clearly didn’t want attention brought to him. Richie turned to him, looked at the others then back to Bill. He sighed, letting his mind find the right words to say. Just as he was about to speak Stan called out to them, clearly showing they hadn’t been listening to the group discussing about still going to the quarry.

                                                            ***

The group were stood by the edge of the quarry whilst Richie sat on a rock next to Bill further back. He watched as (Y/N) laughed, “Stupid fucking feelings,” he mumbled, tapping his leg and huffing. “Fucking unnecessary pieces of shit, maybe I don’t want to like her, y’know, did you ever take that into account?” Bill turned to look at him, confused look on his face.

“I didn’t e-e-even sa-say anyth-th-thing,” he said, looking back at the others. “B-but you d-d-did j-j-just adm-mit so-something,” he lowered his voice this time, seeing that she had turned to wave them over. They shook their heads and she shrugged, turning back to talk to the others. “J-just t-t-tell her.”

“Worse fucking idea, Bill,” he said, a little too loudly. “I’m not doing that,” he whispered. “I’ll make a complete idiot out of myself-“

“That why you not jumping in with us?” she approached them and laughed. He just sat and stared, wide eyed. “C’mon,” she tugged at his wrists and he stood up, looking back at Bill for help, but he just waved. “You go, I’ll go,” she raised her eyebrows, nodding towards the water at the bottom.

“I-um,” he laughed nervously. “Your wrist must hurt, you should rest it,” she raised an eyebrow at him.

She nodded, “Hmm hmm, nice try,” she laughed, before pushing him lightly into the water. She jumped in after, causing a domino effect of everyone going in. They were all laughing, playing in the water as if nothing had happened earlier, but Richie couldn’t get the feeling in his chest to leave. No matter how hard he tried to ignore it and laugh with the others, every time he saw (Y/N) smile or look at him, it caused his brain to focus on the feeling again.

“I’m getting a bit tired,” he told Bill. “I’ll just be over there,” He saw a nearby resting point and swam over to it, soon pulling himself up onto it. He shook himself in attempts to get rid of some of the water, not that it helped at all. He sat hunched up, knees pressed to his chest and arms huddling around his legs. He watched as the others splashed ad spoke to each other, too focused to notice that (Y/N) wasn’t there anymore.

“Hey,” she said, climbing up and sitting next to him. It snapped him back to reality and he looked to her, but then soon turned away. “What’s got you so bummed out, Tozier?” she asked concerned, the others were still swimming whilst the two sat on a small level of cliff. “You’re not seeming like you ever since earlier,” she looked at him softly.

“I think I fucking like you,” he blurted out and as the words left his mouth he closed his eyes, lightly hitting the side of his head. “Fuck,” he muttered.

“You think?” she was quite amused, and incredibly thankful that he’d spoken up first.

“Y-Yeah,” his voice cracked slightly. “I-um- I’m not totally sure, you know, like I think it’s what I’m feeling, but I’ve never felt what liking someone is like so I’m kinda just taking a knife in the dark, here.” He rambled on which made her laugh, blushing at how nervous he seemed to be.

“It’s taking a stab in the dark,” she put her head down and then looked back up. She looked around at the surroundings, as he looked at her embarrassed. “But,” she said, Richie still looking at her intently. “I don’t know what it feels like to like someone either,” he turned to face in front of him, preparing himself for rejection. “But I’m pretty sure I feel the same, I mean, like I could be wrong but I don’t know, I think I do,” his eyes widened and he looked her slowly, in sync with her looking at him.

“Are we meant to, you know, like, kiss or some shit?” he asked, an evident hope rising in his voice.

She laughed. “Not a chance,” she tapped his nose. “Well, not yet, anyway.”

A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC / A GATHERING OF SHADOWS by v. e. schwab sentence meme.

  • ❛  I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still.  ❜
  • ❛  After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly.  ❜
  • ❛  Impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don’t want to die – dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn’t actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.  ❜
  • ❛  You have two faces. One you wear for the world at large, and the one you wear for those you love.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s immortal until they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  It is as it is. It cannot be undone. So please, be grateful, and be done with it.  ❜
  • ❛  The thing about freedom? It doesn’t come naturally. Almost no one has it handed to them. I’m free because I fought for it.  ❜
  • ❛  I know you can do this. I know you can hear me. Stay with me. Listen to my voice.  ❜
  • ❛  Maybe you just got a taste of what it really means to be alive. You almost died. So now you know what it feels like to live. To fear for that life. To fight for it. And once you know, well, there’s no going back.  ❜
  • ❛  You made a mistake. Everybody makes them. Even me. I’ve made many. It’s only fair that you made one.  ❜
  • ❛  I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have.  ❜
  • ❛  A kiss for luck. Not that I need it.  ❜
  • ❛  I know. I know what and who you are. What will you do? Kill me?  ❜
  • ❛  Why am I the only one in this fucking world to be held accountable for my actions?  ❜
  • ❛  Aren’t you afraid of dying?  ❜
  • ❛  I’m sorry. For whatever happened to you. For whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields.  ❜
  • ❛  You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.  ❜
  • ❛  Between the two of us, we’ll tear the whole world down.  ❜
  • ❛  I am going to cut that smile off your face.  ❜
  • ❛  It hurts. More than dying ever did. There are days when I feel like I deserve this.  ❜
  • ❛  Death doesn’t scare me. Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it.  ❜
  • ❛ You’re always so eager to slash and stab, why couldn’t you have stabbed him.  ❜
  • ❛  Which is it, huh? You’re angry at me, or worried about me, or happy to see me? Because I can’t keep up.  ❜
  • ❛  Wouldn’t it be amazing, if we got away with it?  ❜

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