howbout some au headcanons of Viktor as a famous stage actor-turned-director and Yuuri as an aspiring actor
Viktor was totally a child star and is still known for the roles he played back then, some even more so than the recent roles he’s played
As a child he played roles in broadway musicals but as an adult he’s mostly really been in plays
at 27 he has played countless roles on stage and has so many tonys for them people have lost count
Viktor hasn’t told anyone but he really wants to direct something, take a break from acting
Yuuri and his best bud Phichit have been aspiring actors since their early teens
They often audition for the same thing and never fail to support each other even if one got a role that the other wanted really badly
Yuuri’s inspiration for acting is Viktor Nikiforov of course, and Minako has been his voice teacher since he was a boy
Unlike Viktor, Yuuri and Phichit are musical theater actors. Yuuri’s voice is a little fuller than Phichits, having had more classical training, but Phichit’s voice has its own appeal of course
On a day they let Viktor’s understudy go on for him, Viktor finds himself at an off-broadway theater, buys a ticket to the show, and it seems to be a show that has been growing a bit of a name already
It’s during this show that he discovers Yuuri, a gorgeous Japanese actor with a rich, lovely voice, but Viktor is disappointed because Yuuri’s not playing a lead or major role or anything
Even then, Viktor is absolutely captivated, he thinks Yuuri’s a better actor than anyone there onstage
And Viktor confronts Yuuri right after the show and blurts out “I wanna direct a musical with you as the lead role” and Yuuri is so surprised because it’s VIKTOR NIKIFOROV but also tries to be professional so he asks what the musical is about and
Phichit, of course, gets a pic of Yuuri’s beet-red face and answers for Yuuri, saying “sure, just as long as I get a part too”
And Viktor just says DONE and well
Viktor doesn’t realize at that moment that making a musical takes years, and he’s not as well-versed in musicals himself, but he knows, he KNOWS he is willing to put in the time, effort, research, anything, to make Yuuri shine in the lead role he fully deserves
*Warning: Do not drink unless you don’t mind accumulating major medical issues and probably brain damage. When drinking this coffee, use caution, and pray it does not burn through your esophagus and devour you from the inside out. Do not drink if you are younger than 15 years old, have any health problems (besides no spleen. I don’t have one and I drink this anyway so it should be fine, but if you’re a normal person with no spleen then I wouldn’t recommend this, just in case), take medication, are pregnant, have a low caffeine tolerance, are not a hardened vigilante, know Alfred and might tell him about this semi-fatal cup of coffee I drink regularly, or wish to live a long life*
*Side effects include: Either a good caffeine boost for the day or a coma. There is no in between.
• Extremely strong Death Wish coffee grounds
• A few flakes of salt (to ensure you’re bitter enough to face the world)
• Three drops of hot sauce (to strengthen your pain tolerance)
• A few caffeine tablets (for maximum caffeination)
• Make a pot of coffee with the grounds and Redbull instead of water
• Pour into a large mug (for best results, invest in a giant mug that fits multiple cups of coffee to enhance the experience)
• Take everything else and mix it all in until the coffee looks just a little poisonous (I assure you it’s not as deadly as it looks. I drink this twice a day and I turned out alright)
• **Do not add milk (this coffee must be black as your soul)**
So you wanna study, but somehow the mood just isn’t right. Maybe try these? Pick your favorite, or do one each day of the week!
The Classy: Green tea, classical string quartets, reading articles in a park.
Great for when you need to read 120 pages of something. It’s way nicer to read when you’re in a nice place!
The Hipster: Coffee, jazz, writing summaries of the material in a coffee shop.
You’ll look very cosmopolitan, with all your notes in front of you. Make sure your summaries are coherent though, and you’re not too busy looking great to study well.
The Grad Student: Wine/sparkling cider, Adele, writing papers, curled up in blankets in bed.
Papers are easiest for me to write when I’m comfortable. If I feel a little fancy at the same time, so much the better.
The Focuser: Cold water, nature sounds, taking practice tests in a sunlight place.
The best way to study for a test is to take a test. The best way to kill test-anxiety is to take a practice test and feel calm while you do it. This is a great way to feel calm and prepared when you do a practice test, and that leads to a better actual test.
The Party-er: Energy drink, dubstep, drilling flashcards on the floor.
Flashcards for me are a speed thing. If I’m drilling them, my goal is to know those definitions as fast as possible. Caffeine and fast music raise my heart rate, and sitting on the floor gives me room to spread out the cards however I need to.
The Morning Person: Orange juice, early American hymns, transcribing notes at your desk.
Not necessarily done during the morning! Orange juice helps keep you alert without making you open to distraction, and old American hymns just make me feel happy, so putting them together helps make transcribing a better time.
The Finals Prepper: Black tea, folk music, interleaving any/all of the above, at the library.
This can be done whenever, and is especially useful for just keeping yourself up to speed.
Don’t worry about doing any of these exactly, these are just moods! Mix and match parts of them, make your own, whatever. I’d recommend choosing one or two moods that work really well for you and then doing them consistently, just to really get in the habit.
“So you and Jack, huh?”
“That’s awesome Bits”
“Thanks Lardo. You have no idea how good it feels to finally tell someone.”
“We would have told you sooner–”
“Bitty, my dude, don’t worry. I get it. I’m just so happy for you and Jack.”
“You’re the best you know?”
“Yeah, I know 😌”
Summary: A girl with a cheating boyfriend and a new client.
“And, you know I don’t know why she was so mean, I did everything on that list. It’s just me she picks on every time. Riley, she didn’t even finish-” I was cut between my upset rant, with my tears falling down my eyes.
“Look, Victoria, do we have to this right now?” He looked at me like I had spilt coffee over all his papers.
“What? My crying?” I asked, feeling so upset with what happened at work today.
“Yeah, this complaining! Why don’t you go and talk to Noah or something?” He said, going back to his computer.
“Noah, is not my boyfriend you are, and I want to talk to you-” I said, wiping my tears.
“Victoria!” He yelled. “I have four people on call waiting to talk to me once I finish this document. I swear I have better things to do that hear you crib here. Please go do some work and leave me alone!”
I flinched as he yelled at me, and looked away from his face. Looking everywhere but him, embarrassed and slowly going numb, I picked up the coffee mugs in front of me and walked to the kitchen. “No wonder she gets shit at work,” I heard him mutter. I frowned at his words, filling water in the cups, feeling this was not needed.
“You know, I told you to leave him! He ticks all the ‘don’t touch this human” signs on my list!” Brittany explained sucking on her straw.
“Don’t touch this human?” I asked.
“Yeah! He has no time. He wakes up and looks at his phone. His phone is always ringing. He doesn’t listen to you, talk to you, be with you. He knows the important dates of his clients than you! These are all signs of running Victoria!”
“I don’t know what to do! He wasn’t always like this! And I have been with him forever. Like forever Brit, how can I just leave him?” I explained. “It’s his job, you know. He wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t! And you were talking about dates? I was reading online that couples who live together don’t really have to go on dates to keep their relationship alive!”
“Does he? Does he live with you?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Brittany…” my phone pinged. “Oh look,” I said reading the message, “He wants to take me out tonight!” She gulped her drink and came close to read the message.
“No, he is ordering you.” She said. “There is no ‘will you?’ ‘would you” or even –”
“But, it is something. It is an effort. I knew something good will happen,” I smiled to myself, and she smiled.
I dressed in a really nice black dress that accentuated my curves. Looking in the mirror, I smiled to myself. It was a long time since we went out and I wanted to make myself look the best for him. “Are you ready, Victoria?” I heard his voice call out from downstairs. I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs, making sure to make him see my legs, but his eyes stayed glued to his phone. “Let’s go.” He didn’t look at me even once, but I still tried to keep my hopes up. A dinner date was a good attempt and, I was going to give him that. “Sit in the car.”
I saw a bouquet in the back seat and frowned. If it was for me, shouldn’t he give it? I didn’t say anything as he started driving. He switched off the music in a minute of it playing, talking loudly to his clients on his Bluetooth. I sighed and looked outside. We pulled into a huge mansion, and I knew this was not a dinner date. “You bought me to a party?” I looked at him in shock and disappointment.
“Take the bouquet out,” He ordered still typing away on his phone, “and Vic, please. On your best behaviour today? This is an important party for me,” Best behaviour? What did he mean by that? When was I not on my best behaviour? I handed him the bouquet, and he kept the phone away, before fixing it and walking away leaving me behind to follow him.
Kisses, hi’s and hello’s took place as soon as we walked in. A lot of how have you been, I hope you’re well, come enjoy as people danced on the floor to soft music, and then, held glasses of wine or champagne talking to each other in small groups. I saw as different women came and kissed his cheek and he kissed their cheek back, asking them about their work. Did he know about mine? He introduced me once, and then left me to talk to more people. Feeling abandoned like a little child and trying not to pout, I walked towards the bar.
“What can I get you?” the bartender asked.
“Whisky please, a little water and ice, thank you.”
I sat there was a long time, sipping my glass with my back straight, phone on the side for it wasn’t very proper, trying to locate where my boyfriend was and failing. Sighing, I asked for another drink.
“Long night?” I heard a deep voice ask, as I looked up. I knew who he was. He was everywhere these days. His album has just released.
“It’s getting longer than how I expected it to be,” I said, taking another sip.
“Oh same, I came here with my manager and he is well managing. It’s not a lot of fun when you just have to show your face from faraway,” He said and I chuckled. “Are these parties always this boring with slow music and pretentious conversations?”
“Yes, always,” I said. He smiled and sat down next to me. “So, who are you here with?” he asked.
“That guy,” I said finally finding him.
“Mr Douchebag?” He said, and I frowned. “I didn’t see you as the type?”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I said.
“No, I mean. Why are you here with him?” He asked again.
“I am his girlfriend,” I said, trying not to take offence.
“What? Since when?” He laughed.
“Since 5 years, what do you mean by all this?” I asked, trying to figure out what was happening.
“Woah. My god. I am sorry, I am Harry,” he said, pushing his hand forward.
“Victoria,” I said, shaking his hand. “Why did you call him a douche bag?”
“Umm, that is a story for another day. What do you do Victoria?” He said, trying to change the topic.
“How do you know him?” I asked, staring into his eyes.
“Umm, he has been to many of my parties,” he said. “Your drink is over, let’s get you another?” He asked the bartender to make my drink.
“He has?” I hadn’t heard of any of these parties. I had heard nothing. I thought he only worked all the time…like me.
“Yeah, known him for quite some time.Anyway, you didn’t answer my question…Victoria? Victoria?” He pulled me out of my thoughts.
“I’m an interior designer,” I told him.
“Oh, that’s nice! That’s great. I have awful taste in furniture though, I have never designed any of my houses. I sold my old one because it felt to impersonal and shifted again, and I am literally now living in an almost empty house cause I don’t know how to just make it personal, you know?” He explained.
“Yeah, but you need to get a designer and then spend time with them, so they know how you are and then, be absolutely involved in the process of buying and installing and designing to get that personal touch and favor,” I told him since, I faced cases like these on a daily basis. I’m going to quit my firm though, start my own designing,” I said, thinking loudly now.
“Oh then, can I be your first customer?” He asked.
“You’re very nice,” I smiled.
“No really, I am serious. Please don’t let me search for people. I hate it. Please design my house?” He looked like he really meant it.
“Okay, so here, give me your phone?” I took it, “I’m putting my number in with my name and designation. Contact me when you are absolutely sober, and we’ll talk?”
Harry and I just talked for the evening, until it was time to leave. “I’ll call you, designer.” I looked back and smiled at this goofy look on his face. The ride back home was suffocating. I was suffocating. I knew I had to break up, but we had been together forever. And, relationships aren’t made in a day. You have to work on them and keep working on them.
He left in two days for a business trip. In these two days, we had said four sentences to each other. Harry and I, on the other hand, had met two times and he kept chatting with me for some reason. I didn’t mind it. I needed a friend. This week was quite hectic as I left my job, and signed my new papers for opening my own firm. Everything was ready since I was planning it for a long time, and Brittany threw a small party with my closest friends to celebrate it as well. My boyfriend knew nothing about it. Now, I didn’t even have anything to tell him.
“Just leave him, bro!” Mike said, whining, quite drunk now. “He is like this Airbnb person living in your house.”
“It is our house, you know.”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t live in it? Does he buy veggies and those wine glasses and those cheerios? No. He does not. He paid for half the price, and that is it. Kick him out!” He said, imitating the kick with his legs.
“Mikey, calm down, here have some water,” I said, bringing it to his face.
“Brit, Oscar…tell her that I AM RIGHT!” He yelled, and everyone cheered.
I met Harry for lunch, the next day, “So, where do I sign to go into this intense procedure with you?” He asked, taking a long sip on his coffee.
“Here,” I took the page out. “Are you sure you want me to do this? You haven’t seen all my work yet?”
“I have enough. And you designed Nick’s house, and I love it so, yeah…there we go,” He said signing it. “I’m free for the next two months before I get busy again. I’d like to do this! And! And! I am your first client! So, cheers to that!” he giggled, and we almost banged our coffee cups.
The long designing procedure started the next day. It was my first project with my company name, and it was a huge one. I wanted to give my best to it. I spent time in his house, working on each floor and then talking to him. I wanted to know him properly, his tastes, his dislikes to be able to come on a nice theme for his house. I could see Harry enjoyed it. I like to know that he enjoyed everything that was new to him. My boyfriend wasn’t back yet, and the only conversation I had with him was a guy who came from his office to collect a few files. It had been three weeks now, and I was almost done with the theme. We had set a budget, even though Harry was pretty lenient with it and we went looking for things on the list.
“I like this,” He said looking at a ceiling attached sofa chair. “I’d like to put to in the balcony,” he said.
“Near the trees, the opposite side, first floor? I guess, it’ll look nice there and a perfect spot to sit as well because of the sunlight?” I asked.
“Yes, perfect!” He nodded.
We looked around more, picking up a lot of things that we liked. He wanted to go room by room so, he could individually pay attention to it so, it took a longer process, but I didn’t mind it. I was absolutely enjoying my work with no politics being played like my previous workplace. I was at his house, setting up the master bedroom when my phone rang. It was Oscar, but he cut the call. He then sent a picture. It was my boyfriend…I sat down. He was on the beach with a girl, lying on the sand with him. I read his message.
Was here off work after a meeting. Saw him and wanted to go say hi, until I saw her. I’m sorry Ria. I had a chat with the girl as well, just to confirm when he left for a while. They have been seeing each other for quite some time. Five months…I’m sorry.
My legs failing to hold my weight, had me sitting on the bed, just looking at the pictures. “Hey, do you want to have lunch from this nice Italian place, I know?” Harry walked in. “What happened?” He asked, as my tears just fell. Five years for this guy. Two years before that and this is what it led to. Harry sat on his knees in front of me and took my phone from my hands. “I’m sorry Victoria…”
“Why did you call him a douchebag?” I asked.
“What? Umm…Victoria…it doesn’t matter now.”
“Just tell me, Harry!”
He closed his eyes, “He had a reputation. And, I saw it at work. He came to each of my parties with a different woman, and then Jeff knows him. He told me how he went on these holidays and Jeff once went with him –”
“You knew?” I stood up, looking at him with accusatory eyes. “You knew he was cheating on me?” He nodded, still on his knees. “And you didn’t tell me! In these three weeks, when I told you how sad my relationship was making me, you didn’t say anything?”
“Vic, I –”
“Don’t call me that! I hate that name!”
“Ria, I didn’t know what to say! I saw you at the party, and you were so beautiful. And your eyes were so innocent and full of love, and when you told me that it was for five years, I didn’t want to see your heart crushed.”
“It had been crushing for years, Harry! I thought you were my friend! I treated you like my friend! A friend tells!”
“I didn’t know what to say, Ria!”
“Say that Victoria, Wake up! He is cheating on you! He came to my parties with different women every time!” I yelled.
“Victoria, he is cheating on you. He came to my parties with different women every time,” Harry repeated. I could see the guilt in his eyes.
“I know that now, you – you –” I couldn’t even curse. I knew he was not to blame. But, my world was crushed now. “I have to leave. I am taking a break for a few days. Please don’t contact me.”
“Ria, I’m really sorry.” He said, coming forward and holding my hand, while I just looked at him with defeated eyes.
Rika is back and MC gets sick at the same time she feels abandoned. Part 1 (x) | Part 2 (x) | Part 3 (x) | Part 4 (x) | Part 5 (x)
Rika felt a sense of satisfaction
She got off being the one everyone considered the most
sure, she lead MC to the RFA
sure she made a lot of trouble for MC and the rest of the members
But the one thing she did not want anyone to forget or even ever know really was
it also meant she could take her out of rfa with ease
And they wouldn’t ever know it was her or care if all went to her plan
– Yoosung –
From the last time MC invited Yoosung over, he remembered where she now lived
Why didn’t I visit her sooner?
Yoosung made his way to her building, knocking repeatedly and waiting for a response
Where is she? It’s almost midnight…
He almost gave up when she didnt answer either calls, text, or the door
Rika! Yoosung was surprised to see his cousin walk by
“Yoosung, what are you doing here so late?”
I came to see if MC is okay, shes been MIA for a while
“She’s fine! I talked to her not too long ago and she said that she was going to visit her family for a few weeks. I forgot to tell you guys about it too… sorry.”
It’s fine, don’t worry about it! Though, it would have been better if she told us herself…
“I dont know the details, but something about one of her family members being recently diagnosed with a terminal illness.. Yeah, it was terrible. She said they started to cough blood and she went to go help them through the process. Poor MC.”
You’re genuinely concerned for MC, you’re so nice Rika.
“Ofc, shes a memeber of the rfa too!”
Sorry, its just i know you dont know her that much, but im glad you guys get along well. Do you know when she’ll be back?
“I think after the funeral. Though it may be longer since i dont know how shell be okay after all of that. Next time we talk, ill ask her, okay? How about we go visit V? Im sure hes awake and wouldnt mind if you came over for a sleep over”
Yoosung felt like a huge boulder had been lifted from his shoulders now that he knew MC was physically okay
He felt bad that she didnt tell anyone that she was leaving to tend to a sick family member
But he felt that he would forgive her since she seemed more of a private person
I should get her a gift basket when she comes back; poor MC will be greiving when she returns- I could add chocolates and that coffee she likes with an uber soft blanket. Yeah, i wil do that for sure when RIka tells me when she comes back
Yoosung wanted to be a shoulder for MC when she came back since she was there for him when Rika was gone
he wanted to prove to her and himself and RIka that he was more than just a college student who played a lot of video games; that he was also a capable man
– Zen –
Zen has entered the chatroom.
Zen: MC! Please call me when you get this!
Rika: Zen, I forgot to tell everyone that MC went back to her home country to take care of a sick family member. I didnt want to say anything right away but she told me just recently that it may be a while before she returns because of how bad things are …
Jahee has entered the chatroom.
Jahee: Oh no that’s terrible. Is her family member in that bad of condition for MC to leave without saying bye?
Rika: I am afraid so. From what I know, they are really ill that it is now deemed terminal.
Zen: Oh man, i really thought something happened to MC
Rika: What do you mean?
Zen: I dont know, I thought maybe she got bored of us and left us or something happened to her health wise. I hope she knows that we are all here for her when she comes back
Rika: Dont jinx anything! I’ll let her know though that you were worried whenever we talk again ^^
Jahee: Please do. Id feel much better though if I could talk to her soon. Do you think you can let her know to call me please?
Rika: I will pass the message along!
Zen: me too please, I really miss her :c
Rika: I will, you guys worry too much ^^ dont worry guys, everything will be perfectly fine ^^
Zen: alighty then, i gotta go and meet some directors to talk about my wonderful gorgeous face making its appearance on stage soon, bye~
Jahee: Oh my heart!
Rika: Good luck!
Zen has left the chatroom.
He didnt trust Rika
He didnt even trust Jahee at the moment
He knows he saw MC at the store that night
And it seems highly unlikely that she would just leave without explaining the situation
Especially if someone she cared about was really sick
– Jahee –
From what Mr. Han had been accumulating she knew what was going on somewhat
Though if the rest of rfa should know she didnt feel like she had a place to tell them
She did abandon MC just like the rest did
She wont deny that what the rfa did to MC was abandon her at a time she would have needed them
despite all MC probably gave up to help them
But she didnt want anyone to be in the unknown
Although, she didn’t know if Rika was lying or telling the truth maybe rika did know mc was sick and didnt want to tell because MC said so
Jahee didnt want to risk anything by letting the cat out of the bag cringing
For now all she felt like she could do was gather as much as she could about people with pneumonia
She would look into it since that was all Mr. Han told her
Maybe find some coffee as well for MC and maybe chocolates as she thinks about pleading for forgiveness
– Jumin –
He had no right to act like he should care for MC anymore
The moment they all left her, everyone in the rfa lost all the rights to care for MC
The only thing he could do was offer her the best treatment possible when he found out what she had it made him very uncomfortable to not know what she was suffering from
aside from the stabbing pains of being betrayed that he couldn’t fix for her
but that was only if Seven could find a way into breaking MC out of there
But he knew the longer they waited the worse she would get
When he saw MC through the camera on Sevens screen, he knew he never wanted to know what it felt to lose someone again
After he though rika died, he felt like his world tipped over
But if he loses MC, he knows he wont ever have a reason to go on living with himself
He did find comfort knowing that MC never seemed to have had lost her personality and all that made her so easy to be around
By the looks of it, it was all thanks to Paco who never seemed to leave her side
Are you almost done?
“I want her out of there as soon as possible as well, okay?”
Jumin was taken back with how Seven snapped
“Dont let it get to you, he always gets like this” the famous ‘Vanderwood’ who leaned on the side of the wall said
I dont want to know
He decided he didnt want to get into what Seven did on his own time also bc ‘Miss’ Vanderwood was slightly scaring him
“Just get the IP address so we can get there and go”
“I cant just do that! Well, I can but there seems to be more stuff this guy is feeding me atm and its all about MC”
“Look at it when you get her out of there! Poor girl must be seconds away from kicking the stupid bucket”
“DOnt take it to heart, he gets angry when he has to wait before a job”
“Shut the fuck up, I still have my taser, you oaf”
What do you mean hes feeding you?
“I mean, this Unknown guy wants her found but for some odd reason he cant let her go… idk myself, but it looks like hes just doing his job”
“What makes you say that?”
“RIght here it says: Job. No. Yes.- Unknown”
Isnt that a good thing then? That means we can get MC out faster
JUmin didnt care for all the extra side stuff
He wanted to just get to the point and storm in there to save MC and take her to the doctors he had on standby
Just hurry up!
“I would want to bu- OH shit”
Jumins heart stopped for a millisecond thinking that MC died
When he didnt see anything abnormal on the screen that showed MC he was confused
But looking at what Seven saw
Is that Rika?
– 707 –
Watching RIka give MC injections of unknown substances made him physically want to scream
Why would she do that?
What was she even giving MC?
Where is Unknown?
“Damn, white loaf can really go on strong” he ignored Vanderwoods snide comment focusing on V holding MC down so Rika could give her another injection
“Let’s go now Seven, no more playing around!”
Okay okay, let me just get this on my laptop so we can watch as we go
“If we take my helicopter we could be there quicker”
Yeah lets do that
Seven was in a daze
As he looked into the breadcrumbs Unknown was giving him
He began to wonder why Unknown even took MC away if he was going to help them in the end
Unless he too was forced into do this all
But why would Rika do this? What could she gain from this?
Seven turned to look at Jumin who looked at him when they heard MC’s voice
“Ready or not here it comes~” Rika sang
“You both may want to look away” Seven heard Vanderwood say before turning away
Not once had he ever looked away from the screen while on the job
You begged her to stop
Whatever it was, it wasn’t the same anymore
You began to remember names and faces but you couldn’t match them together
Please stop this, it hurts!
“Sweetie, you’re dying anyways, this is me being merciful and helping you go faster. Be thankful.”
What about that other stuff? What was that other stuff?
“It will all be over quickly if you just listen to her, please MC”
You turn to look at the stranger with the sunglasses: who’s MC?
Am I MC? Are they talking to me ?
You think you know them but you can’t match any faces or names at all
“I’d ask if you have any last words you want me to give to someone but at this point, you probably don’t know if you have any friends or family “
You shake your head trying to think
Somewhere someone has to know who you are
Why can’t I talk?
You panic; thrashing your body away from the woman and man
“Stop it!” You hear it before you feel a stinging sensation on your cheek
“Like I said,you’re already dying “ the woman says as she huffs for air
The look on her face scares you
It looks like she’s enjoying whatever is happening
“You should never talk to strangers “ you feel the weight of something hard crash on you holding your face down on the now cold floor
“Don’t ever go to places you don’t know”
The pressure intensifies making your head build more pressure like it will explode
“Rika, that’s too much” you hear the man from earlier
Help me please! you silently beg
You wonder why he doesn’t help you
“Stay out of this V”
You feel something stab your shoulder
Then you don’t feel anything at all
– Vanderwood –
Seven was annoying
Richie rich was annoying
They all were pissing him off
The rush to get to where this girl was chaotic
He was used to the silence that Seven would accompany him with
But not like this
This silence was deafening and suffocating
– V –
He didnt want to harm MC
she was one of the good ones
but he didnt want to make Rika any worse than she already was
He knew 707 or Jumin must have caught on by now
with the help he got from Unknown, he knew they would make it but not soon enough
He made sure that whatever happened; it would all be on him
Even if MC may never wake up again
even if Rika would spend a lot of time in the hospital
even if Jumin and everyone in the RFA should come to hate him
even if he should become the villain;
he would do whatever it takes to preserve Rika’s legacy and love and pride
He just needed for MC to hold onto life
She was already sick
and the medication he had replaced with the medication Rika wanted Unknown to give her seemed to have been working
He made sure Unknown gave her the treatment she needed
But he didnt anticipate for Rika to inject her with a strong dose of whatever she had made for MC
By the looks of it
it definitely was not the same that he had Unknown give her
– Unknown –
Any minute now, it would all be over
one way or another, MC would no longer suffer
He knew that by lying to Rika he was compromising his safety as well as Saeyoung’s
But he couldnt kill MC slowly
not with what RIka had made for her
Instead, he made sure he gave her the medication she needed
he made sure that Saeyoung would find the bread crumbs he left
He expected Rika to pull something big for the finally so he made MC an antidote to what Rika had
he didnt give it to her yet but he would have to leave it for Saeyoung to find if Paco didnt find a way of getting the vile out of his jacket before they got to MC
All he needed now was to find a way to make amends
To MC and to everyone else
but he would do that after he found a way to forgive himself and Saeyoung
because if he didnt make him hate him; none of this would have happened
and MC would have had treatment for this and have never been involved
When would Saeyoung see how toxic both were to everyone else?
Especially to someone good and simplistic and perfectly normal like MC.
Did Saeyoung even know?
Did his brother know how toxic both brothers were to everyone?
Hello friends ♡ It’s certainly been a while since I’ve written on this blog… I apologize for that - I’ve been caught up with school and midterms, but I tried my best to update my Instagram at least (IG: legendoftamar).
I come back to talk about one of my all time favorite coffee shops in Montreal. I’ve been saving this one because it’s not only one of the best I’ve gone to, but it also holds a special place in my heart.
Let’s take ourselves back about a few months ago. On a cold November morning. Fall had just given in to an overwhelming snow storm, introducing winter to Montreal. When the first snowfall hits Montreal, a lot changes in the city. People get angrier, drivers forget how to drive, students arrive to school an hour into their lecture, the bus system gets suspended; basically, everyone loses their mind. Including me.
I woke up that morning in a bad mood. I was in a bad mood not because of the snow. I was in a bad mood every morning. To understand why, we have to take ourselves back to many other moments of my life and frankly we don’t have time to relive so much of the past. Long story short, I have anxiety. And at that point of my life, it was taking over. I couldn’t deal with it and I didn’t want to deal with it and instead I woke up every morning in a miserable mood. I put on my makeup and put on my smile and went on with my day. But this morning, something in me changed. Maybe it was the snow that made me go insane.
I was determined to go to a cafe before school. To leave the stress behind for a few hours. To runaway to a place I felt comfortable and at ease. I decided to take an earlier bus to the metro and make it to a cafe I had been wanting to go for so long. And where does the insanity come into play? The coffee shop was a good 10 minute walk away from the metro station. A 10 minute walk in a snow storm. In Montreal. Not Vancouver - where their snowstorm is basically 3 snowflakes per hour. It was pouring and the wind was insane but I still did it. The snow made me lose my rational thinking, but sometimes it’s good to be illogical and just go for it.
I was the only one walking on the streets. My motivation impressed me.
However, I should mention that I also forgot to save the route to the shop since I didn’t have cellphone data. I walked up and down streets like a lost little pigeon.. in a middle of a snowstorm… but I found the place eventually. You couldn’t imagine my happiness when I saw “La Brume” through my snow-covered glasses.
As I was going in, I thought how lucky I was going to be to have the whole place to myself since no one else is as crazy as me to go out on a day like this. But when I opened the door, I realized the cafe was packed. To almost its limit. I could hear laughter, coffee brewing, milk being steamed, keyboard typing. I could smell freshly made pastries and fresh coffee. And the coffee shop scene I was witnessing - of baristas running around, students working and friends talking - was beautiful. Coming in from an almost deserted winter storm, where only the snowflakes dared to dance in the wind, I was greeted with warmth and people. The barista spotted me in the crowd of people and said hello from behind his counter. Sitting down in a little corner on the bar by the window, I looked around and all I could feel was happiness. Coffee lovers’ passion for coffee and company is contagious. I caught myself smiling and it wasn’t part of the make up this time. This was better than having the place to myself.
This shop really does live up to its name. “La Brume dans mes Lunettes” means “fog in my glasses” in French. All their windows were fogged up, which gave the shop a gorgeous feel and isolated the cafe from the cold scene of the winter storm. My actual glasses did fog up also when I came in, so bonus points for that! I also realized the cafe had a little corner for an individual seating by two windows which was probably their best seat. Maybe I’ll get it next time. The walls were covered with interest art and decorations. Their main aesthetic was wooden. It was an overall beautiful cafe.
I spent an hour pretending to read my Differential Equations notes, but really all I was doing was taking pictures of my latte. But it made me happy. And sometimes, that’s all that matters. Sometimes you have to treat yourself to a beautiful moment - outside of school, outside of routine, or just outside, in a snowstorm.. It’s important to take some time to regenerate. If you’ve been going through a tough time - may it be for a few years or a few days - and you suddenly get the urge to spoil yourself by running away from reality for a little bit, do it. If you’ve been working hard to try to figure out life and doing your best to be your best, then you deserve having moments that make you happy. Getting out of your usual cycle can make you see life in a different way and put a lot in perspective. In my case, it allowed me to stop. Take a breath. Freeze in the cold. Rethink. Regenerate. And decide. Decide that I wanted to be happy. Decide that I wanted to stop being a slave to my anxiety and start learning to deal with it.
Summary: Most people think the Grim Reaper or commonly know as Death, is a faceless man wearing a dark cloak with a scythe in his hand. Oh boy were they wrong. Anyone who meets him would mistake him for one of God’s angels, so, what happens when you do meet him?
Basic Summary: Death (Min Yoongi) meets you and instantly falls in love with you, his job is to take you to the other side but instead asks you to become his wife. While thinking of your answer, a miracle happens. You come back to life.
Pairing: Yoongi X Reader (and a bit of JIn)
Genre: Pure fluff, Humour, bit of Angst.
A/N: PLEASE send in feed back, not just to me but to your favourite fanfic writers as well. (Also if you’re going to listen music while reading this I suggest you listen to Goblin soundtrack)
“But you must know…my name is Jin”
“Jin?” you repeated his name, you heard Yoongi sniffle. “Yup! and yours is?” Jin asked.
“Y/n” you replied smiling, you couldn’t believe this was happening. “Well Y/n, how about this Friday you and I grab some coffee? I promise you I won’t be working” he chuckled making you giggle along with him.
“I would like that” you whispered. The two of you ended the call making you come out of the cubicle.
You find Yoongi sitting on the floor nearly in tears. You rush over to him and lift his chin up to make him look at you, “Yoongi, what’s wrong?” you ask. He shakes his head no and gets up, he walks out the door waiting for you to follow.
“Yoongi, are you seriously crying about me getting date?” he nodded his head, “You’re such a baby” you laughed walking away in the direction to your dorm.
“How would you feel if the person you liked, liked someone else?” I know what you must be thinking, Yoongi has only known you for a week and a bit, how could he possibly like you? At first Yoongi only wanted someone to keep him company, sure he had Jungkook but he wanted a females presence around him.
He decided to do some research on you and soon enough he fell in love, he found out that you would spend every second summer at an age care home to bring it to life, literally. The helpers and elderly said you were the life of the party, he also found out that since you’re Mum was always working you would have to look after your younger brother. Overall you were the perfect girl for him.
You stopped dead in your tracks, you’ve never heard anybody say that they like you.
“What did you just say?” you whisked around, a smile peaking from your lips. Yoongi smiled, walking closer to you. “I really do like you Y/n” he whispered inching closer, “Yoongi…” you dragged out.
He shushed you and continued to inch closer, he was millimetres away from your lips. You were about to have one of those moments until…oh no….Y/n don’t do it…NOOOOO.
“Achoo!” you sneezed right in his face, it was silent. Dead silent. “I have to go” you whispered running to where you were heading.
“Did you really just sneeze in my face!?” Yoongi screamed laughing, “Sorry!” you shouted back.
The days went by fast, the occasional screams from Yoongi sneaking up on you were very frequent. But finally, the days of all days had come. Friday.
“Listen I’m gonna be right beside you, if he seems like a douche cough twice and I’ll come get you okay?” Yoongi strutted with you to the small building, “Yoongi, I don’t think that’ll be necessary” you smiled.
You walked into the shop, Yoongi right by your side. He made sure only you could see him.
You spotted the familiar brown haired boy and smiled, he waved his hand and returned the smile.
“I got your coffee” he passed it to you as you sat down across from him, “Thanks!” you smiled brighter.
“I already don’t like this guy. How could he get your own coffee? You’re an independent woman” Yoongi uttered.
The date was going well, for both Jin and You. But for Yoongi…it’s worst than hell and he’s been to hell.
“Y/n this guy is a dork, please lets go” he whispered sipping the black coffee he had made himself, you did your best to ignore him, and it was working.
Jin was half way through telling a story about his band members (that you were very into might I add) and then Yoongi did something so unforgivable.
Giving Jin your full attention you noticed a hand peaking out into the corner pf your eye, the pale icy hand went passed you to the Jin’s coffee, you eyed Yoongi down. You’re eyes practically yelling “YOONGI I SWEAR TO GOD.”
But he didn’t listen.
His fingers pulled the coffee towards him, making it spill all over Jin’s black jeans. “Aish!” he yelled, while the burning liquid seeped through the denim.
A worried look was present on your face whilst you scrambled for paper towels. Yoongi stood laughing, clutching his stomach thinking his master plan had worked…that was until he looked at where the coffee spilt, all over Jin’s crotch region.
Soon he realised that your hands would be patting down the spilt coffee.
“Here” you croaked patting down the region not realising where you were patting, that was until Jin coughed. Your eyes went wide as you heard Yoongi groan while walking back and fourth.
“Sorry” you whispered handing him the paper towels, he laughed “It’s fine.” Yoongi groaned again at the sight of you and Jin laughing together.
Soon you and Jin had finished the date and went your separate ways. “Why Yoongi? Why must you ruin the date?” you whispered walking away from him, “Listen he’s a total douche, I got Jungkook to research on him. Total player” he exclaimed waving his hands around.
“Is someone Jealous?” you asked walking down the street to the dormitories. faster then lightening you found yourself pinned up against the wall, Yoongi’s eyes weren’t his normal brown but a dark brown, lust clearly displayed.
“What did you say?”
(A/N AGAIN. I don’t have time to proof read this one so please excuse any mistakes – I uploaded part 4)