last night was good *dead*


So, a Water Tribe Betrothal Necklace is, traditionally, a hand-carved piece of jewelry given by a bride-to-be’s intended. It’s clear that a very traditional theme to have is a sense of roundness. This is shown by the first four necklaces shown.

The bottom two, Bolin’s, and Kya’s, differ highly from this, making them non-traditional. Now Bolin’s makes sense in the context we’re given from the show. Eska was shown to be slightly deranged and didn’t understand that Bolin wanted to get out of their relationship. The heavy-gothic themes help to show the dread, despair, and chain-like quality Bolin must feel. Despite this though, it still features a somewhat-round centerpiece like the traditional necklaces do.

But, Kya’s is also different. We found out via Word of God that Kya is LGBTA+. If she’s wearing a necklace, does this mean that her (assumed) wife carved it for her? Did Kya carve out one similarly for her wife? 

I like to assume that the design Kya wears also symbolizes how her relationship is non-traditional, just as her necklace is.

Also don’t picture Korra and/or Asami carving and giving the other a necklace.

red-eyed-freak  asked:

What about Butters?

BUTTERS: I uh- I think my dad would be awful sore at me if he knew I w-was, going around and tellin strangers on the internet what I was..and stuff.


Game Aesthetics: Nick (Left 4 Dead 2)


  ‘cause i ain’t sticking around long:  a  f a n m i x  f o r  n i c k

  “Name’s Nick,

  but don’t bother learning it.”


—   who killed markiplier?   sentence starters.    /    part one.

  • ‘ my friends call me _____.  you’re welcome to do the same,  should it please you. ’
  • ‘ good luck at the table tonight. ’
  • ‘ there you are,  old friend! ’
  • ‘ try not to rob me blind again. ’
  • ‘ life is for the living. ’
  • ‘ who knows-  i could be dead tomorrow! ’
  • ‘ i’ve prepared you a seltzer and cocaine.  best thing for the morning after,  if you ask me. ’
  • ‘ you really knocked ‘em dead last night. ’
  • ‘ good to let the beast out every once in a while,  eh,  old friend? ’
  • ‘ life is ours to choose,  as i always say. ’
  • ‘ oh my god,  there’s been a murder! ’
  • ‘ you’re off the hook for now. ’
  • ‘ who would do this? ’
  • ‘ all this death made me hungry. ’
  • ‘ i’m gonna ignore the strange fact that you sleep with your eyes open. ’
  • ‘ don’t give me that horse shit! ’
  • ‘  just because i’m not weeping like a child doesn’t mean i don’t care. ’
  • ‘ you come find me when you pull your head out of your ass. ’
  • ‘ …and that’s what happened.  probably,  anyway. ’
  • ‘ now,  i warn you-  what you are about to see is not for the faint of heart. ’
  • ‘ i don’t have any answers right now. ’
  • ‘ we’ll talk soon,  but i need to think. ’
  • ‘ the body-  it’s gone, it just fucking disappeared. ’ 
Coercion - 9

@coveofmemories @reiding-and-writing @my-xomatosis-s @skeletoresinthebasement @passionate-hedgehog @camigt1999 @eideticenticement @ultrarebelheart


When you returned upstairs and were back in the presence of those you loved the most, whatever conversation had been taking place cut off and everyone immediately looked in your direction. Looks of pity, understanding, confusion, hatred - were all worn by members of your team. “Are you all good to go now?” Morgan asked hotly. The snark was oozing out of him, and had it not been for Rossi’s words just moments earlier, you were pretty sure you would’ve started crying. You loved everyone everyone on this team more than your own life: it was only because Spencer had been threatened, and you loved him above all else, that you ended up in this position. 

“I’m ready to get to work,” you said flatly, sitting back down in the corner of the room. If no one wanted to be near you then that was his or her prerogative. 

Morgan sat down next to Garcia, who shot you a quick look of ‘you’ll get through this’ before turning to her Sculpted God of Chocolate Thunder. “What do you have on the vacation homes for Ashton, babygirl?”

“How does one person have so much money?” she asked wildly, flailing her hands around as she pulled up Ashton’s vacation homes. “I mean does he literally just buy a multi-million dollar house, spend a week in and then leave? This man has no idea how to spend his money. He should give some to me, I’ll help him out-”

“Garcia,” Hotch said sternly. “What do we have?”

“He’s got a condo in Hong Kong that he’s been to multiple times, mostly just before he was put away. He’s got a house in Thurso, Scotland that they used to go to a lot when he first got married, but they haven’t been there in a while. And their apartment in Paris is still under his name. He had to sell off most of his European holdings while he was in prison, undoubtedly in order to pay himself out. His United States properties are mostly still in his name, but those are the only three international.”

“Then based on the family theory, it makes the most sense that he would head to the house in Thurso,” Hotch said, glancing your way. “It would hold the most memory for him.”

Emily agreed, taking a sip of her coffee before speaking to the room. “If he’s salty about losing his family, and that’s what he wants to hold on, then going back to the home he share with his wife and young son would make the most sense.”

“Wheels up in thirty,” Hotch said.

Maybe this would be over soon.


Ten hours. It was a ten-hour flight to Scotland. With the jet, it would take a little less than nine, but that still meant nearly nine hours of silence. Nearly nine hours of sitting in your own head. Garcia wasn’t coming with you, so you didn’t have her to talk to and Rossi was exhausted, so he was sleeping in the corner.

The only thing keeping you going was the fact that within the day, this might all be over. At least if Ashton was in custody, you might be able to begin the healing process with the ones you loved. With work, you might be able to repair the relationships you’d broken.

Without anyone to talk to, you found your eyes getting heavier and heavier by the second. There was no point in staying awake anyway. No one was talking to you. Maybe if you slept some, you’d wake up and be there. Then this would be over.

What was that at the corner of your mouth? Had it rained during the night?

You were awake. You were alive. Why were you alive?

As you pushed off the ground and opened your eyes, you pulled out the compact that Leslie had given you. She was dead. You tried to kill yourself. It hadn’t worked. There weren’t enough pills. Looking in the mirror, you realized you’d thrown up in the middle of the night. You’d woken up in a pool of your own vomit. This is what you had become. 

Had it already been nearly a year of this? Legs spread, mouth closed as staring men robbed you of your dignity. You wouldn’t live through another year of this. You wiped the vomit off your chin and ran through back alleys, hiding behind garbage bins, scraps of metal - anything that you could feasibly hide behind. As you hid behind a particularly large dumpster, you pulled off your heels - the ones that Rocco insisted you wear whenever you work - in order to run faster. Nothing could slow you down now. Not when you woke up with a sense of purpose. You hadn’t died. Those pills should’ve been enough, especially in your weakened state, but you hadn’t died. That had to mean something. That had to mean you were meant to do something with your life. But you couldn’t stay here.

Everything had to change. You needed to leave your hometown. No one could know who you were. From this day forward, you were no longer the daughter of Jonathan and Michelle Connors. You needed a name.

Y/F/N Y/L/N. You’d always loved that name.

One of your friends from high school was an expert hacker. If you could get to him, you could get him to give you a new identity. Alec, you had to get to Alec. The more you ducked and ran and dove, the more paranoid you became, that Rosso would somehow find you and take you back. If he did, you would die.

But last you heard, Alec was two towns over.

For hours, you ran. You hid. You did whatever needed to be done to make sure you weren’t found by Rocco or one of his guys. Drainage pipes? You fit your malnourished body into them. Sewers? Check. Dumpsters? Those too. It would all be worth it, if you could change the course of your life. It was nightfall before you found yourself in Alec’s town. Finally, you found him.

“Alec?” you whispered. He was sitting in his yard fucking around on his computer like he always did.

The second he turned around, he recognized you. “Where have you-?”

“Alec, I don’t have time to explain. Will you create a new identity for me? I need to escape. If I stay here, I’ll die.” The strain in your voice surprised you. You’d never heard yourself so desperate. Even last night. Maybe it was because last night, you figured you were as good as dead, and today you had more hope.

Little else was spoken between you as he hacked every system he could. “It’s going to take me a day or two to get the papers, but I can do it.”

“Thank you, Alec. Do you know of any place to hide for a couple of days?”

His parents were gone for the weekend, so he let you stay in the basement. Alec was a good guy. He never asked what happened to you. He could see on your face that you didn’t want to explain. What he did was enough. He allowed you to sleep in his home, take a shower, and even gave you some of his old baggy clothes.

Two days later, you were set up with a new passport, new social security card, new everything. Your name was no longer - you were Y/F/N Y/L/N. “Thank you, Alec. I will never be able to thank you enough for this.”

“Y/N?” he asked as you turned to leave - to run once more.

One more turn back. One more peek into the past. “Yea?”

“Good luck.”

With a wave and a tear, you ran out the front door of Alec’s home. You ran and ran and ran. Honestly, you weren’t sure where. But it was going to be far away from here. You may not have had your parents’ name any longer, but you would make them proud. You would make Leslie proud. Take her on the ride she never got to take herself. You would make yourself proud. Past be damned.

“Y/N?” It was Rossi.

“Wha-? What?” A sheen of sweat draped over your body like a robe.

Rossi placed his hand on your shoulder. “You were tossing and turning. It looked like you were having a nightmare, so I thought I’d wake you up. Plus we’re almost there.”

An hour later you were in Wick, which was just 30 minutes from Thurso. As Hotch drove, your heart raced. You were so close. “We’re here,” he said. When everyone got out, he pointed the team towards opposite ends of the house. It was small by Ashton’s standards, but still fairly large. All of you needed to come from different directions to cover every possible method of ingress and egress.

Tiptoeing through the house was torture. Around each corner, there was a possibility of freedom. A way to ease your guilt. But corner after corner…nothing. Until you got to the living room. On the coffee table, was a piece of white paper and on top were two types of flowers and a sprig of pine sitting comfortably in a vase. By the looks of it, no one had been in the house for quite a few days, as the flowers were wilting. “What do the flowers mean?” JJ asked.

Spencer piped up from the background. He and Morgan were the last ones to make their way into the expansive living room. “The purple flowers are anemones. They tend to mean that one is forsaken. The smaller blue and yellow ones are convulvus major, meaning that one’s hopes have been extinguished. And pine typically represents guilt.” He rattled off the meanings like facts, as if they weren’t a direct taunt to you from the man himself. The rage built within you, coursing through you like a river. When you opened the paper, you read the impossibly neat, script handwriting - very obviously Ashton’s.

How does it feel? Knowing you were so close?

“Dammit!” you screamed, heaving the vase across the room. Before it even hit the wall, spraying petals in all directions, you were gone. 

The rest of the day was spent talking to random citizens in the area and asking whether or not they had seen Ashton. A few nodded their heads, saying he was quiet and respectful. Others commented on his bright smile. The one that crawled up your spine.

But he was gone.

Hotch left orders with the locals to contact him immediately if Ashton was to return, but he wouldn’t. Despite his arrogance, he was too smart for that. The plane ride home was going to be long.


The second you got back to the airstrip, you barged out of the car and ran directly onto the plane. You should’ve known better than to think this could’ve been over.

Everyone filed onto the plane after you, in varying degrees of annoyance, both with you and the situation. No one said a word to you until shortly after take off. The ones awake were you and Emily.

“Hi,” she said, sitting across from you. “I’m sorry we didn’t catch him.”

You wiped a tear from your eye as you stared out the window. You didn’t have the balls to look at her just yet, not when you knew how much you’d disappointed her. “Me too…I’m so sorry, Emily.”

“Y/N…I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through. I can’t imagine being put in that position…I…”

Once this was all over, you needed some serious therapy. Emily went through her own therapy after her brush with ‘death.’ “I know the situations weren’t the same, but how did you manage after Doyle?”

“Help. Lots of it. A change in scenery for a while. The team. I couldn’t have done it without them.” She reached across the seat and placed her hand on yours.

“Can I ask you something else?” You wanted a genuine answer. You didn’t want her answer to ease your own guilt. That would have to be worked through another time. When she nodded, you continued. “If you had been put in the same situation I did, except instead of Spencer being in immediate danger, it was Declan, would you have done what I did? Knowing my past, I mean?”

A small huff of air escaped her nose as she laughed. “I’ve been thinking about that for the past few days. I mean, I immediately wanted to be mad. And before I knew where you came from, I was, but knowing what I know now, I would’ve absolutely done the same for Declan. He’s above all else for me.” 

“That was Spencer for me,” you whispered softly, looking over at Spencer’s lanky, sleeping form. You started to sob again, holding your hand over your mouth to keep quiet, but you looked her directly in the eyes. “I need you to know that I love all of you. I never wanted to hurt JJ. I just thought that he had eyes on Spencer, and that if I didn’t do what he said, I would lose him. I’m so sorry, Emily. I’m so sorry.” Since you met, Emily had told you to call her Em, but again, you felt that was a name you had to earn. 

She stood up and sat next to you, bringing you into her arms as you cried. “I know…it’s gonna take us a while to get through this, but we all will…in time.”


Garry the guy with the stupid hair cut and an obsession with bunnies. Who doesn’t like wearing his glasses cause he doesn’t want to be made fun so he’s pretty much blind half the time.

❝ And here I thought I was going to be the last guest to arrive. ❞
❝ You’re welcome to do the same, should it please you. ❞
❝ There’s no one other I’d want to have alongside me to protect this great city of ours. ❞
❝ Try not to rob me blind again. ❞
❝ Stay out of my kitchen! ❞
❝ Drink up and be merry! Life is for the living. ❞
❝ Who knows? I could be dead tomorrow. ❞
❝ You really knocked them dead last night. ❞
❝ Good to let the beast out every once in awhile, eh, old friend? ❞
❝ I’m still not sure as to what we’re supposed to be celebrating here. ❞
❝ I have some work to finish, but I’ll meet you at breakfast. ❞
❝ He’s dead now. Which makes me in charge, so you better listen up good, buck-o. ❞
❝ In case you haven’t been paying attention, there’s been a bit of a killin’. ❞
❝ A likely story. That I happen to believe completely. ❞
❝ You’re off the hook, for now. ❞
❝ Here’s my badge. Asshole. ❞
❝ Each one of them died. Each death, more tragic than the last. ❞
❝ A few of them even died in ironically hilarious ways. ❞
❝ What the hell happened here? ❞
❝ There’s been a murder. ❞
❝ I’ll help you. I’ll tell you what happened. ❞
❝ Oh - I need to pay people to be my friends. ❞
❝ Oopsie, poopsie. I can’t hold my booze. ❞
❝ Oh no! I’m falling! I’m dead. ❞
❝ Now, I warn you: what you’re about to see is not for the faint of heart. ❞
❝ I’m so sorry you had to see this! ❞
❝ I might look like a sweet and innocent man/woman, but some people with short lifespans might think otherwise. ❞
❝ I lost my temper and it wasn’t right. ❞
❝ I know I’m supposed to be a leader in this scenario, but I can’t help but to feel lost.❞
❝ I don’t have any answers right now. ❞
❝ I just need to be alone. ❞
❝ You’re not gonna believe this. ❞
❝ The body. It’s gone! ❞


Chapter 8- Sleepless night

PRANK’D, It’s a Purple page.

The boys grabbed a glass of water each a popped it onto Jon’s nightstand, getting ready for bed. It was really early, but the pair were knackered from the day.

“Where do you want me to sleep?”

“Well you can just sleep with me? I mean, we got like 7 people in this bed last night, I think it can take me and you without being too bad. Unless you don’t wanna I mean.”

“Nah its cool. You don’t mind me sleeping in my boxers though?”

“No man.” Jon shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, I sleep in mine too.”

Evan started to strip down as Jon went to the bathroom. He came back into find Evan lazily spread in bed, watching him.

“What? Waiting for me to undress are we you damn pervert?”

“Obviously.” Evan smirked, still not taking his eyes from Jon.

Jon slipped out of his clothing, it was kind of awkward the fact that he could still feel Evans eyes on him. A part of him wanted him to stop, but another part didn’t want him too. He felt like he needed to put on some kind of show.

Evan started to feel somewhat heated as Jon started with his top, showing his strong inked arm and defined back and ended with him pulling down his trousers. As he bent down Evan couldn’t help but think about the ass now in his face. It was a fine butt.

“Damn, that bootay though.” Evan exclaimed in his childish voice, leaning over to spank the unexpected Jon. Jon jumped back, frowning as he nearly split the trousers still around his ankles.

“Fuck off you bitch!”

“Or what? You gonna twerk me to death?”

“Don’t temp me!” Jon laughed, falling onto Evan who was still under the cover, wrestling him.

“You know I am stronger than you!” Evan cried, slamming Jon into the uncovered bed. Jon was laughing like a maniac as he got over excited and became giddy. He hadn’t felt like such a child in ages.

“Yeah, but I have legs for days!” Jon replied, wrapping the unsuspecting Evan in his legs and rolling him back around so he was sat on top of him.

“Yeah but-” Evan’s smirked, un-linking his hands from Jon’s. “I’m not ticklish.”

Shook formed on Jon’s face as he tried to wiggle away, but Evan had already got a firm grip on his wrist, his other hand making it’s way to Jon’s armpit.

“That’s not fair!” Jon cried before he exploded with laughter. “Stop Ev-”


“I’m going to die!” Jon was in tears, falling off of the bed as he tried to get away.

“Oh shit, are you alright?” But Evan already knew the answer. Jon was laughing hard and he laid on the floor, looking up at Evan. It was a high excitable laugh as he found himself in a fit of hysterics.

Evan smiled, watching Jon laugh was so endearing.

“I thought I was gonna damn die or somethin-”

Evans phone suddenly started to ring, cutting off Jon, causing the pair to jump .

Evan stared, stretching across to the nightstand to answer, with Jon watching him from the floor.


It was Georgia.

“Look, Evan, I’m really sorry about what I said, and I didn’t mean it and I just wanted to tell you so. Please forgive me.”

Evan paused, looking over towards Jon who’s eyes were piercing his flesh with worry planted on his pretty little face.

“G, I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t of ignored you for my friends. I mean, I still stand by what I said but, it’s not your fault. You’re a really sweet girl, and I’m sure you’ll find someone better.”


“G you know this isn’t going to work like it used too.”

“I know Evan, I just wanted to tell you that I was sorry for the whole thing, and to break up in a mature manner. I didn’t want us to leave on a bad note Ev. I really did love you. It was just we were falling apart already, and I think that made us crack.”

Evan could still feel eyes on him.

“Hey, look, it was amazing whilst it lasted. Have a good life. Night, night Georgie.”

“Night Ev.”

The phone went dead, and so did Evans heart. The girl he had spent the last 2 years with had gone and was never coming back. He had seen them getting married, having children, having a life together but it was broken in just a few ‘night night’s to each other.

It was true that they had been on a bad road, hence why Georgia wanted to come with Evan on his trip.

Evan had been flirting with other people, and Georgia had been cheating on a few drunken nights out. They were as bad as each other.

Evan suddenly felt a hand on his back, twisting around his hip. It was going to be okay, Jon was here.

“You wanna talk about it?” Jon muttered, who had come from his laying position on the floor to sit next to Evan on the side of the bed.

Evan shrugged, he didn’t know what to say. He was heartbroken. It was enviable, but it still hurt knowing it was finally over.

Jon hummed lightly, he couldn’t let Evan go to bed now.

“Want me to go to the shop and get a fuck ton of ice-cream?”

Evan looked towards Jon, he didn’t want to cry, but he was anyway.

“Hey, I didn’t know you liked ice-cream that much!” Jon joked, pulling the misty eyed man into his arms. He felt him try and laugh at his joke for it to come out in sobs.

“It’s gonna be okay Ev.” He whispered, rubbing the circles into his back.

“That’s going to be the last goodbye I’ll ever give her.” Evan sobbed, rubbing his wet eyes onto Jon’s bare skin.

“I know, but that’ll mean you have a chance for another hello.” Jon stated, causing Evan to frown.

“That made more sense in my head.”

Evan smiled slightly, which was an achievement for Jon.

“Let’s get you some damn good ice cream.”

He felt bad when he left Evan tucked into his covers, on his laptop. He was scared he was going to do something stupid, like message her.

He was at the shop down the road, with a pair of sweatpants, trainers and a loss top on. He wished he had put some kind of jumper on though, as the air was nippy and the frozen isle gave him goosebumps.

He had told him he’d get a fuck ton of ice-cream, but after doing laundry today he had very little change so he grabbed Evan’s favourite favour, cookie dough, in the shitist brand name and paid.

Worried, he ran back towards his house, finding Evan to be searching up flats.

“I thought I was going to find you making yourself even more sad.” Jon said, handing Evan the tub and a spoon.

“Oh I love Little Pops own brand of ice-cream.” Evan said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Jon snorted.

“Well I am a damn psycho- psychic or whatever its called.”

“Psychic.” Evan laughed, it was nice to see him laugh again.

“So what you doing?”

Evan hummed, shutting down the page.

“Not a lot, just getting prepared for uni.”

Jon nodded, feeling like he was going to lose Evan again.

Evan looked towards Jon who was now harbouring a sad expression.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Jon said, masking the fact his heart was hurting behind a chipper voice. Evan wasn’t one to buy it though.

“For moving away and everything. For leaving you.”

Jon looked towards Evan, his expression now blank.

“It’s not your fault Ev, even though I joke that it is. It’s not. You were just following your dream, you were just doing what you love-”

“And leaving what I love. I could of stayed and everything would be better here-”

“Ev, this isn’t your responsibility. I’m not some sensitive bitch who needs ca-”

“But you are Jo. You needed me and I didn’t do anything. How can I be a good friend if I’m not here for you when you’re unhappy.”

“Your problem is that you’re too kind and caring.” Jon mumbled, keeping eye contact with Evan. “You care more about others than you do yourself. I’m the bad friend if I stop you from doing what you want to do just because I can’t learn to be independent.”

“Yeah but that’s not your fault-”

Jon exhaled harshly, cutting off Evan. His eyes trailed down the floor before wandering back up to Evan’s deep eyes. A light smile tinted his face.

“I’m too tired for this shit. Budge over.”

He began to undress again into his boxers with Evan giving him a confused frown, but didn’t push the matter. They were both tired and a full blown argument over what they believed was right without a right answer would be hell.

Jon lifted up the cover and darted under, snuggling up to Evan.

“Ah get away from me, you’re freezing!”

“Says the guy who’s eating ice-cream.” Jon pointed out.

Evan huffed, letting Jon’s cold body parts sit on his for warmth. They bare interaction felt nice as skin touched skin.

They sat there for a little while, watching music videos and gaming channels.

“Thanks Jo.”

“For what?” Jon replied sleepily, his head propped up on Evans broad shoulder.

“For making me feel better, and for the ice cream and stuff. You know I do secretly appreciate it. Even if I don’t tell you-”

“I know.” Jon responded. “You’re my best friend, I’d do anything for you.”

Evan felt a bit teary again. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him. That they’d do anything for him.

Evan rested his head on the others and his arm reached around to meet Jon’s upper arm.

“You know I’d do anything for you too.”

“Like move all the way across the country for school? That kind of anything?” Jon whipped sarcastically.

Evan snorted.

“Oh, of course you’re going to hold it against me for the rest of my life. I see how it is.”

“Yeah, you’re going to have to make up for it big time mister man. I’m going to hold it against you the next time you ask me for ice-cream at 10 o’clock too.”

“Damn, that’s brutal.” Evan smirked, bringing the laptop lid down so they were engulfed in darkness.

They stayed silent, listening to one another’s breathing as they rested against each other.

Jon was the first to move, bringing their heads onto the pillows provided.

“Night Ev. Have a good sleep, and wake me up if ya feel bad.”

“Mhm, night Jo.”

Evan laid awake thinking for a little while, his body pressed up against Jon’s slimmer one. He was still a little bit cold.

Suddenly, Jon’s phone vibrated, the light blinking slightly.

Evan had been wrong to assume Jon was asleep when Jon reached out for it, reading the text.

He pressed it up to his ear in a whisper.

“Ma, it’s like midnight… okay, okay, no, pa didn’t come here. No, ma he hasn’t in a year. I know you’re sad, yes, mhmm. Can’t you two sort it out yourselves? I’m sleeping.”

Jon suddenly huffed, quietly getting out of bed. Evan heard him walk down the stairs and open a drawer.

“Ma we literally have like 20 dollars to live off. Yes, I counted all the money left in the stash too. Ma, pa is ages away. No, no you’re not going anywhere. Ma!”

Jon exhaled sharply. Throwing his phone harshly onto the counter when it buzzed as his mum ended the call.

Jon stood in silence for a second, watching himself frown in the reflection of the dark window. Why did he have to deal with his parents problems? It was theirs, not his. He hated it. It made feel bad when his mum would beg him to contact his dad, and how she missed him. At least he knew what missing someone felt like. That’s why it hurt him so much.

The thing that pissed him off the most was that they both knew that he couldn’t get in contact with dad, else she’d miss him more. Yet she kept putting him through the torture until he really didn’t care anymore.

He suddenly heard the stairs creak slightly, causing him to turn around.

Evan was stood there near the top, faintly embarrassed by the fact he had been caught.

“I was going to say something.” He encouraged. “But ya know, I didn’t know a good time to say it.”

“I didn’t realise you were up, did I wake you?”

“Nah man, I was awake anyway.” Evan reassured, now coming down the rest of the stairs.

Jon looked tired, worn and almost fragile as he stood in the dim light of the dying bulb. Evan had never really seen this side. The side of defeat, loneliness and the overall lack of confidence. It hurt to see him like this. Was this what he was like when Evan was away?

Evan walked over to him, bringing him into a massive bear hug.

Jon tucked his head into Evan’s neck. Holding tightly. He never wanted Evan to leave him ever again.

“Want me to get you a fuck ton of ice-cream?”

Jon laughed slightly, bringing his head back up to smile at Evan.

“What, Little Pops own brand?”

It was Evans turn to snicker.

“Something like that.”



Pairing - Hoseok x Reader

Genre - Murder AU

Word Count - 3k

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A/n - Ohmygosh I don’t think I have ever been this excited about anything in a while. Prob said that about my last story. I might be making character profiles if it’s too many characters to keep up with. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this as much as I am!

Synopsis - When y/n’s husband is accused of murder she’s sure he’s innocent. But as detectives find clues that point to him as the perpetrator, will she stand for her husband or against him?

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

We vowed to never talk about it. That it was an horrible mistake driven by pure lust. It would never happen again and we would never bring it up. It had been three months since I had found out. Three months since I felt the wide range of emotions I felt when I discovered it.

The first was shock, I was in extreme disbelief. I didn’t want to believe it, I couldn’t acknowledge it as the truth because I knew that once I did it would become real. Once it became real the pain would sink in.

Once I had finally accepted the fact my world began to fall apart. I began to question myself and my self esteem took a great hit. Was I not beautiful enough? Thin enough? Had my performance in bed decreased since marriage?

Once I was convinced that it wasn’t my fault I could repair myself. He told me that I was the best wife a man could ever ask for and that it would never happen again. So I started to piece myself, my marriage, back together. He told me everything, every illicit moment of his affair that I needed to know to move on and for him to regain my trust again. Once I was able to trust him and we could move back on with our lives we made a vow. We knew that it would be best for the both of us to never bring it up again, under any circumstances.

But now as my husband escorts two detectives out of our home and locks the door behind us.  And as he slowly turns around to face me, my face a pale color from shock and uncertainty, we knew. We knew that as hard as we had tried to bury that dark part in our relationship and as good as we had done at doing that, it was time. And as a pain radiated from my chest while I looked into his eyes filled with concern, I was certain. I knew it was time to talk about it.

The Night Before

Charity work, event coordinating and socialite. I was a glamorized party planner, or as least that’s what I felt like. See technically I was unemployed, there was no need for me to work considering the fact that my husband was the CEO and founder of a billion dollar company. But as much of my time that I spent with executives, heirs and heiress. As much time as I spent planning and planning and sitting down in meetings with caterers and venue managers, I knew that I was far from unemployed.

As tiring as the work could be and as much as my husband told me I should hire someone to handle the logistics, I knew I couldn’t. I was the type of person who felt as if I wasn’t actively involved in something, then It wouldn’t be done properly. Now as I look at the smile on my husband Hoseok’s face as he looks at me from on stage I knew that I had pleased him. He was giving me the loving smile, the one that I was accustomed to. The one that was only for me as I reciprocated the smile, knowing what was coming next.

“And lastly I’d like to thank the most important, amazingly caring, beautiful and loving person in my life. My lovely wife.” Hoseok stated maintaining eye contact. The crowd erupted with clapping, diverting their attention towards me. Hoseok continued to grin at me as he waited for the claps to die down. “If it wasn’t for her none of this would be possible. The fact that we were able to give over 1500 children schools to attend all in this one year. The fact that we were able to supply all three of those schools that were built with computer labs and libraries full of books, well that’s something admirable. My wife and I, with the help of your very generous donations were able to do this. She has spent so much time organizing events like this and I’m sure we all can appreciate that.”

Hoseok continued by returning his gaze back to the audience and letting them know that for every dollar donated for the rest of the night,  he and his business partner would be matching. He said his last thank you’s before finally walking off of the stage, he sights set on me.

After a few interruptions, mostly business men congratulating him on his successes, he was finally headed my way. I couldn’t help but notice how handsome he looked. Hair slicked back, finely tailored suit and absolutely adorable bow tie, which I had happened to pick out.

He finally reached me immediately wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me in closer to him and as onlookers watched,  he had no care in the world. “You look absolutely ravishing.” He said and then before releasing me from the hug bending down slightly to whisper “and I can’t wait to see how good you’ll look without that dress on under me tonight” and causing me to emit an uncontrollable giggle.

We stayed as long as we could at the event. Probably not long enough considering that this was our event, our charity. But we both were being called by the thought of spending an intimate night together, it had been far too long. Hoseok had been on a working trip for the weekend with his business partner and I had missed the feeling of his lips on my skin.

I laid in bed with him, absolutely delighted and refreshed after our exchange. He held me in his arms, kissing softly on my forehead. “I’ve been thinking. Maybe it’s time.” He said and I looked up at him immediately eyes wide in shock as I knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. We are established individuals we are madly in love and let’s face it, we aren’t getting any younger. The prospect of you carrying my child would make extremely happy. Do you want to do that for me?” He asked.

“Nothing in the world could bring me greater joy.” I said and he smiled before placing a shower of kisses on my lips.

As I closed my eyes that night, I thought deeply about my life. Conceiving a child with my husband was something I had only dreamed of from the day we met seven years ago, Hoseok had been adamant about his desire to not have kids and I had accepted that although secretly I desire to start a family.

His heart was changing and I felt like our marriage was the best that it had ever been. I felt like he was fully devoted to me and with him on my side I felt untouchable.

The Day Of

I had just gotten back from the doctor’s office, to get off of my birth control. I noticed a police car parked in the driveway of our mansion, and as I waited for my driver to open the car door for me, worry started to bubble forth in the pit of my stomach.

I walked into the house noticing that the officers quieted down when they saw me only giving me a soft “hello Ma'am” as I sat my purse down in the dining room. I then walked to where they were standing, positioning myself next to Hoseok as he looked at me sympathetically.

“What is going on?” I asked.

The officers look at me and then Hoseok as if they were uncertain as to weather or not they were allowed to tell me anything. “It’s okay officers, she knows about the affair.” He said causing me to immediately look up at him confusion and fear evident in my stare. He then escorted the police out of our home and turned around to face me.

“You’re worrying me. Is something wrong? I asked.

Hoseok sat down and motioned for me to join him by patting the seat next to him. I obliged, sitting next to him and then looking up at him still waiting for an answer.

“This is about Mina.” He finally said.

Mina. The women that he had an affair with. What could possible have happened to her that the police we’re showing up at our door to tell us about,  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know.

“What about her?” I asked finding myself unable to say that name. The name we vowed to never speak or think about ever again.

“She fell down two flights of stairs in her home last night, she’s dead y/n.” He said.

“Oh my goodness.” I said covering my mouth with my hand in shock. “That’s absolutely horrible.”

“I need to go see him.” Hoseok added as he rubbed my back.

“I know and I need to go with you.” I said.

“You don’t have to do that.” He replied moved by my gratitude.

“You know how close he and I are. We both need to be here for him right now.” I insisted.

“Yes you are right. Let me go cancel some of the meetings I had planned for today and I’ll be ready to go in about twenty minutes.” He said looking down at his watch.

I nodded in agreement and then walked up our winding staircase and made my way to our bedroom. I opened the door to our closet and for the first time in my life,  wished It wasn’t so huge. There was too many options. I felt like what I was wearing wasn’t necessarily appropriate for the situation at hand. But what do you wear to visit your grieving friend?

I guess friend wasn’t the right word to call Seokjin, he was more than that. We were both there for each other when we found out that our significant others were cheating on us, with one another.

In that time we were not only each other’s friends but psychiatrists. I could lean on him and he could do the same with me. We had built a bond so strong in that period of time that, friends, no it wasn’t enough to describe our relationship. He felt more like my family, my older brother and now I had to see him grieve over his wife, whom he had of course forgiven as well.

I finally decided on a dress and put it on, then walked into the bathroom and attempting to put on some light makeup. Finally Hoseok was ready to go and we sat in the backseat of our Rolls Royce as we were driven to his home.

The entire time I could only think about her, about Mina.


The girl who had momentarily taken my husband away from me even when she had her own. And although I was never close with her after I found out about her betrayal I couldn’t bring myself to hate her because he loved her.

Seokjin loved her so much. She was his everything. When he found out about the affair he was so hurt, maybe even more so than I. His college sweetheart had cheated on him with his business partner and best friend, but he still didn’t find fault in Mina.

Of course he was hurt and upset at first, but he was so in love with her that he blamed himself for her infidelity. Saying that he was too busy and that it was his fault for not being there for her fully. Yes, Seokjin was in love with her. And he spoke so highly of her it was impossible to hate her.

We finally arrived to their home. The gates were opened for us and we got out of the car and made our way up to his door. We rang the bell and were greeted by his housekeeper.

“He is not well, I have never seen him like this.” Were the words she stated in a slight whisper as we entered.

“Thank you for letting us know. Please have the chef prepare him something to eat.” Hoseok said.

“Of course Sir.” She said bowing to us as she took our jackets and hung them up.

Hoseok and I made our way up the stairs to find Seokjin. He was normally in his den when he was feeling down. At the bottom of the staircase we noticed the yellow warning tape and the chalk outline of where her body used to lay and my heart ached for him.

We finally found our way to to the den and Hoseok and I were greeted by Seokjin’s sobs as we walked into the room. He was sitting in his love-seat and the housekeeper was right. He was an absolute mess, not that I didn’t expect it, it was just hard to see.

He was still wearing the shirt he had worn under his suit last night, it was now unbuttoned and his tie was loosely around his neck. His hair was a disheveled mess and he was staring into a glass of what appeared to be whiskey as he cried.

“Hyung, we are here.” Hoseok said making our presence known.

Seokjin looked up at us and immediately placed the glass down rising from his seat.

“Oh thank god, I really need emotional support right now.” He said as he extended his arms to hug Hoseok and then finally turned his attention towards me.

“Y/n thank you so much for coming with him.” He said hugging me.

“Of course oppa, I am so sorry that this is happening to you.” I said.

“It just doesn’t feel real. I was the one to find her last night, after the event. She must have fallen because she was rushing trying to make it there. I feel horrible, If it wasn’t for me asking her to be there than none of this would have happened.” He said.

“You can not blame yourself for this horrible accident that happened.” Hoseok said.

“She was wearing the dress and the shoes that I had bought her to wear last night. I bought her!” He cried out.

I sat down next to Seokjin wrapping my arms around him and letting him cry on my shoulder. I looked up at Hoseok, he was not very good at comforting people at times like this, bless his heart.

“I’m going to go check on his food.” He mouthed and exited the room. Seokjin stayed in that position for a while longer before pulling away to look at me.

“You know when we walked in on the two of them, in my bed, I- I thought I could never forgive her. But I did, I forgave her and I loved her and I cared for her. She was my everything and now shes gone. I just hope she knew how much I loved her.” He said.

“Oh oppa, I’m certain that she knew.” I said taking a napkin and wiping away at Seokjin’s tear streaked face. It was hurting me to see him like this.

Moments later Hoseok returned with food for Seokjin. He sat the food on the table and sat in the chair across from us.

A little while later we heard the doorbell ring. We assumed it was one of Seokjin’s acquaintances. But as they entered the den none of us were familiar with them.

“Hello, my name is Kim Namjoon and this is my partner Kim Taehyung. We are the leading detectives that have been assigned to your wife’s death, I’m so sorry about your lost Mr. Kim.” He said.

Seokjin extended his hand out shaking the detective’s and then introduced the two of us. “This is my best friend and business partner Jung Hoseok and his wife y/n.”

“I’m glad to find you all three together as this case has gotten a bit more complicated.” Namjoon stated.

At this point we were all standing, concerned looks washed over our faces. “What’s going on detective?” He asked.

“Mr. Kim, I’m sorry to inform you but we just got the coroner’s report back and your wife was around three months pregnant when she died.”

“Oh god no.” Seokjin said falling back into the chair and crying once again.

“She was pregnant with my child? I had no idea. She didn’t even look any bigger.” He cried out.

“It is very possible that she didn’t know either, we are sorry you had to find out this way. But we want you to know that we are taking your wife’s murder investigation seriously and that we - ”

“M - murder? My wife wasn’t murdered. She fell down two flights of stairs last night.” Seokjin added.

“Based off of the autopsy there was clear evidence of blunt force trauma at the back of her skull. Mr. Kim this is now a murder investigation.”

With those words we were completely paralyzed with shock. Who would want to kill Mina? Who could have done it and why?

We didn’t have answers to any of those questions at the time but the three of us knew that once we found out the answers our lives would never be the same.

It is my precious Hufflepuff @percyyoulittlepumpkin‘s birthday and I know she loves coffee shop aus. Happy birthday my smol friend.

Annabeth bobs her head in time to the beat of the music playing softly over the small speakers placed throughout the coffee shop. It’s one of her favorites, Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture, and it helps distract her from the buzz of soft voices and hum of the cappuccino machine. Somewhere in the past two years of working here Annabeth has started found herself calling it home. There’s something about the smell of fresh ground coffee beans and the lingering sugary scent of the dessert case that makes her feel at ease. It’s the sounds too, the drone of the machines churning out the warm, rich coffee and the distinct sound of a cup filling slowly. Chiron’s coffee is home to her and she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

She hears the door to the back scrape open and turns to throw a glare over her shoulder at her doofus of a coworker who’s five minutes late. Annabeth catches Percy trying to smooth down the berserk strands of hair sticking up at odd angles in an attempt to look presentable. For a split second she blanks on why she was going to glare at him in the first place. She doesn’t find it particularly fair that Percy has this effect on her, her best friend shouldn’t have the ability to scramble her brain, even for a second. Percy catches Annabeth staring at him and sticks his tongue out at her, reaching around behind him to tie the strings of his apron. The immature act saves her from watching the muscles in his arms and shoulders flex and she sticks her tongue back out at him.

With a roll of her eyes she turns back to the order she needs to finish up, adding a pump of vanilla flavoring and snapping a plastic lid on the cup. She slides it across the counter with a smile before moving on the the next order. They’re in the middle of a rush and Annabeth can’t actually say hi to Percy but she says it in other ways. She uses her hip to bump him when he walks past her to grab someone’s drink and feels him graze his fingers over her arm on his way back to his register. These little touches are normal for them, something they’ve picked up after years of friendship but they feel different now. It’s not the same as when they were twelve and just messing with each other, the touches linger longer, they feel warmer, and they use any chance they can get to place a hand on one another. Annabeth lives for them now, they’re the little things that make her long shifts and mediocre tips completely worth it.

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I’ve always wondered why I can’t picture my future like everyone else seems to be able to do, but then it hit me,

maybe I don’t have one.

—  sudden realizations
Noon the Next Day

I was tagged in this list of prompts by lilaviolet and the last one inspired me a little. (“I fell asleep on your couch after a party but you didn’t complain and made breakfast for the both of us”) 

So, here’s a one-shot (not to be continued because I have way too many wip, you guys). Halfway through writing this, I was reminded of a little fic by howlinchickhowl, and I referenced it in this fic. (You’ll just have to read it to find out how!) 

This really is just a bit of nothing much, but sometimes I like that … just some hangover-head, who-IS-this-girl feels (typed ‘feelsings’ at first and I am LOVING that.)

I shall attempt to tag, as well, though I am terrible at being consistent with it. :/

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Now, I’m off to read the fics I’m storing like a squirrel in my tabs. 

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Finn forced one eye open, squinting against the light. He tried for the second eye, but couldn’t muster the energy. Or the courage. Though he was still lying on his back, he managed to slump further into the pillows somehow, and flung an arm across his face, trying to keep the light out.

He groaned, bemoaning the fact that he was awake, and hadn’t slept until his hangover headache was just a dull thud. He’d woken near its peak, but couldn’t fall back asleep.

“Might as well face the fuckin’ day,” he muttered into the crook of his elbow. Sitting was an adventure for his brain; it took far longer than usual to orient which way was up, and his heart seemed to be hammering much louder and faster than usual. “Fuckin’ Chop,” he groused. Whenever he felt like this the morning after a party, he knew who to blame. Chop was a top mate, but the worst instigator of all time. He’d instigated the party at Finn’s, instigated a fucking 50 liter keg somehow—like they were in some American frat comedy, instigated round after round of vile tasting novelty shots, instigated his current state of misery.

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