My words exactly!!!!

You’re Beautiful

Originally posted by jeonbase

A/N: So, this may just become a thing. I’ve been saying that in my tags when I posted the last POC scenario and imagine, and now, because I am putting in the time and effort; I think it’d be best to start adding in these types of stories. Representation is definitely important, and if I can help make more stories relatable for people like myself, why not? :)

P.S. If by any chance, at some points within the story it doesnt make since, something doesn’t fit, or seems too corny, I apologize. >.< Im trying 

Genre: Fluffy like a yorkie, but with a pinch of angst.

Pairing: Y/N x Suga

Word Count: 7726 (Oh so long! XD)

“This is too stressful,” you huff and plant another chip in your mouth, “like, he’s making me sweat.” As you aimlessly search for shows on Netflix to watch, you slump further into the bag of chips you’ve deemed as your safe place, and whimper. “Like, who told him to be that hot and be casually nice, and smell good,” you scoff. “And I don’t even pine for guys like that! Not that it’s an issue of race, but just in general—the whole male population as a whole.“ 

 "Uh-huh,” your best friend agrees nonchalantly. 

“No, like I can totally feel your overboard support through my phone,” you smirk, but smile because even you know that you’re being silly. You’ve almost forgotten how it feels to have a crush, and the giddiness makes you excited and smiley for no reason. You fall back onto your bed with an ‘oof,’ and spread out from your previous sitting position. 

 "What? I’m listening,“ she replies, and you can hear her flip through pages—of what you guess—a magazine. “I’ve been here for almost an hour listening to you talk about your crush diligently, and haven’t said a word." 

"My point exactly,” you respond and sigh. 

“So, what do I do?” You press another chip to your tongue, and at this point, you feel like you could almost inhale the bag. 

“How about you just talk to him and see where that goes?" 

"Like start out slow and act friendly, and then maybe ease into a dating?” you ask, and you form a small frown. “I don’t think I can though, like what do we talk about? He probably doesn’t even know I exist." 

"That’s why you have to break the ice and just start off slow. If he can get a chance to know about you, then maybe something’ll happen,” your friend sounds hopeful. “Yeah, but it’s almost like we’re a worlds apart,” you whine. “We’re so different." 

"And?” your friend challenges. “Different isn’t bad, and you better figure this out soon before someone else snags him." 

"Wow, how encouraging,” you mutter, but you know she’s right. Like always. This doesn’t have to be difficult, but something’s just holding you back. Whether it’s the difference of cultural backgrounds, or the more outwardly-obvious reasons; taking a step towards this guy just seems…like, what’s the use? “I get what you’re saying though, because I’ve seen other women look at him likes a piece of meat." 

"Well, I have to keep it one hundred with you. I wouldn’t be a good friend if I let you think that you have forever, or by a miracle he’ll just fall in love with you at love at first sight,” she replies. “But before we hang up, because I have to meet my man for dinner; if by chance this does develop into something, he’d be one lucky dude. You’re a catch, don’t worry." 

"Awe, thank you,” you reply, and your frown literally start reversing itself. “Goodnight." 

"Night, honey,” she responds. When the phone beeps to signal that the call ends, you toss your phone onto your bed and wipe your hands on a nearby napkin. 

You’re standing up from your prolonged sitting position and your joints and muscles pop, as you stretch. Walking to your walk in closet, before you enter, you flick on the light switch. A faux crystal chandelier glimmers above your head, and brightens up your wardrobe selection. You have clothing pieces for each season, varying in different colors, and shoes and accessories to match. Needless to say, you’re proud of your collection. It’s not too much, but it’s more than enough to enjoy yourself. Nothing in your closet is too overly priced, except for maybe some shoes and a couple handbags or clutches. But you always try to purchase soberly, and not splurge on something you’ll only wear once. So as you stand in front of your clothes, you’re surprised when you feel like you have nothing to wear. In front of him. 

As you mull over outfits and possible scenarios of how you’d guys meet, you wonder when you’d make time for a relationship in general. You have a job, and school itself is almost relentless. You cannot and will not let your grades drop, bc that’s your ticket to an overseas schooling program that you need. The opportunity to travel and learn in regards to your career at the same time, it’s exciting and it could be an eye opening experience. At this, your frown starts making a comeback. 


“Am I stupid?” you ask yourself. “Come on, before he gets away,” you whisper to yourself. Sitting on a bench, off to the side of the park next to your local basketball court, you watch Yoongi playing basketball, and you feel shady. You wonder if this could count as stalker tendencies. You don’t watch like this all the time, but on rare occasions that you can just sit and watch him shoot three-pointers all day—because he is just that good—you get mesmerized and admire secretly. You sigh. The breeze smooths past your skin lazily, and though the sun is bright and out, the temperature outside says otherwise. Which is why you bundled in a decently padded coat, a scarf, and beanie. You have no gloves, and you almost regret it, because your pockets aren’t doing enough.

“Still watching from afar, I see,” your friend observes. She sits beside you and hands you a red to-go Starbucks cup. 

You sigh dramatically and take the offering with a wide smile, “You shouldn’t have, but I’m glad that you did. And, yes. I’m still admiring. I mean, look at him.”

“He’s good,” she agrees. Noticing off to the corner of your eye, you see she almost scoots forward, and she chuckles, “Did he change his hair color? That hair used to be black.”

“Looks good doesn’t he? It’s different, and I just want to run my fingers through it. Maybe give him a nice scalp massage while I’m at it.”


“Like the cream,” you agree and laugh heartily. You’re not joking, because you’d really do it too. Not paying attention, because you were laughing too much at your own joke, you look back up to the basketball court and pause when you notice Yoongi’s gaze directed towards you. This makes you laughter halt immediately and you just stare back. After a small moment, when your friend nudges you to do something, you just bashfully look down at your hands and muster up the courage to at least wave. Nothing much, just a wave and as much a friendly smile as you can muster. Your hopeful when you notice he starts waving back, because that means you weren’t just imagining things. However, your face starts to morph into confusion when you notice some girl grabbing a hold of his attention. 

“Did she just vajay-block you?” your friend asks. Any other time you would’ve just laughed and maybe snort, but it only just brings forth a small quirk of the mouth. 

“Block what? We were just waving at each other,” you brush off. Deep down though, you feel a pang at disappointment, though you don’t expect him ignore others just because you guys have a small moment. You’re sure that your face shows this, because your friend just rubs you on the back.

“Hey, you’re going to do fine,” she says softly. 

“How? I can barely wave at him without being shy about it, and she just flat out, practically sprinted towards him,” you counter, and you want to slump in your spot. You can’t help but to take mental notice of her appearance too. She’s petite, with long soft wavy hair, that’s gray with subtle lavender highlights, olive skin, hazel eyes, and just overall beautiful. You abruptly stand up, get you book bag, and exit stage left with your friend right behind you.

Sipping on your third cup of coffee for the day, you’re seated in front your homework for the week, and reading your textbook diligently. You’re at a Starbucks a block away from your university and letting the breeze hit you outside, because the inside is too crowded. You pay no mind to the strangers passing you by and trekking up the steps to get inside the warm building. All you want to do is eat your favorite chips, sip coffee, finish some work for the day, and get on with your life. However, you’re confused when someone stops by your table.

Taking the chance to look up, your eyes grow wide when you see Yoongi smiling down at you. His platinum blond hair is covered in a black beanie, and he’s sporting a white Nike sweatshirt with matching bottoms, and the sleeves pushed up his forearms. The look compliments his athletic habits, and your heart almost skips a beat, and you want to look away before you body doesn’t want to.  At some point, the silence is moving sluggishly, and you start to feel subconscious. Your mind begins to nit-pick everything you feel like are flaws. You hair hasn’t been the most cooperative today, so as time went along, you just wrapped your hair into a cute donut bun, though it’s—to you—noticeably wanting to gain friz. You think you may be slightly bloated, and somewhere around lunch, you’re sure that your matte lipstick has started to dry and is cracking, though you’ve haven’t noticed any real damage done. 

You’re not sure what to say, and almost go back to reading when neither of you say anything. As you start to brush him off, you notice the confusion in his eyes, and Yoongi steps closer to your table and knocks on the wood. “Hi, I think I saw you at my—the basketball game at the park earlier,” he says, looking hopeful. His smile is brought back, and you almost get the lost in the charm of his eyes before you respond. 

“Yeah, hi,” you reply and stand, while holding out your hand to shake his, “My name’s—”

“Y/N, I know. We have a few classes together,” he grins and latches onto your hand, and you notice a small blush form on his alabaster skin. You just nod, but no words come out, and you’re both left in silence again. With his hand still in yours, and you notice how his long fingers caress your hand softly. He gives your hand a small squeeze, “Well, I noticed that you’re studying and don’t want to be in the way, so I’ll just go get coffee and then leave.” You smile and just nod again. 

“See you around,” you say hopefully, and he gives you a bright smile and says that he hopes so. As he leaves, like clockwork, the giddiness returns and you wonder where your firm stance to stop crushing on him went. Nonetheless, though you fight the smile trying to take control of your face, you also want to squeal a little. 

Low and behold, you guys do meet again the next day. Only a few hours after dawn, of all the days you try to sleep in, you accidentally start your day late and in a frenzy. You have to speed through the halls of your campus building to not miss your test. The moment you turn a corner and feel yourself bump into another person, you brace yourself to apologize profusely and possibly crash onto the floor. However, on impact, someone catches you in their arms and helps you to regain your balance and not fall. “Woah,” Yoongi chuckles, and you feel like the day couldn’t start off any better, “somewhere to be?” 

“My first class this morning starts with a test I’ve been cramming for, and I can’t afford to miss it,” you reply, and try not to wheeze all over him. You want to hide your face and just be swallowed into a hole. You wanted to sprint to him, but not run him over. That, and he still hasn’t let go. You have to shake your mind out of the fog, when you start to notice how good it feels to be his arms and how it’d be to cuddle with him for real. 

He gives exceptional hugs, you feel. 

“Which class?” he investigates.  

“(Major of choice),” you reply, and try looking everywhere but his face. 

“Let me escort you, this way you don’t run into anyone else,” he suggests, and again has this hopeful look about him as he stares at you. 

The close proximity hasn’t gone missed between you two, and you feel like he notices too. He draws the features of your face into in his mind, as you do his and the tension is getting suffocating. You urge yourself to just say something, or better yet just get him to let go. Politely separating yourself from his arms, and you catch a draft after doing so, you smile your usual polite smile and say yes. 

Just as you both begin walking in the direction of your class, you remember the time or the lack thereof you have, and start speeding up with him right behind you. Coming up on the door, you barely turn around to thank him and enter the silence of the classroom. You quickly find your way to your desk, and thankfully, though you’re only a minutes late, your professor into present yet, so you can breathe peacefully. Yet, you’re heart picks up pace again when you see Yoongi peeking through the classroom door looking for you, and when your eyes meet, he gives you a thumbs up and waves bye. 

"Aw, you guys are so cute,” your friend squeals. “So when’s baby daddy gonna put a ring on it?”

“You’re something else,” you laugh, but aren’t mad at the thought.

“You know I’m just teasing, girl,” she reassures and smiles, “but on the real though, I’m happy for you.”

“Nothing’s happened yet.”

“Can we get something happening then? Maybe a study date? Movies? Breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? Oh, I know. A date a the skating rink,” she suggests, and brushes her shoulders off, proud of herself. “It’s perfect. Nothing too secluded, you get a chance to talk, and you can bond at the same time.”

“I don’t even know if he likes me like that yet,” you counter, but wonder what you’re waiting for.

“No one holds somebody for that long, or even better, escorts them to class, if they aren’t interested,” she reinforces.

“I don’t know,” you reply, and play with your food. Today, you and f/n decided to eat lunch in the cafeteria, just to have a change of scenery. That, and once f/n revealed to you that a source of hers mentioned that Yoongi eats here every once and while, you thought to yourself, ‘why not?’ Unfortunately though, you haven’t seen Yoongi yet or since this morning, so you start to lose hope.

"You don’t know what? If you don’t mind me asking,” Yoongi adds himself in your conversation, and you’re startled enough to jump when you weren’t expecting him. He sits himself between you two and starts digging into his own. From his sweaty appearance and the sweat towel around his neck, you assume he just finished playing basketball. His muscles outline slightly from the sweat on his white t-shirt, he has on basketball shorts, and this time a snap back as well. He’s very skinny, but still lean and in shape. You just look towards f/n and she smiles cutely.

“Yoongi, how are you? I’m y/n’s friend, f/n. It’s nice to finally meet you,” she introduces herself.

“To finally meet me? Has y/n mentioned me to you a few times?” he quizzes and you catch the peeking he does through his lashes towards you.

“Only just several times,” she confirms, and you almost throw something at her. You can tell she’s feeling cheeky, and you’ll have to watch her.

“Not that often, and really just about your crazy basketball skills,” you reassure, and suddenly your lunch looks a lot more interesting.

“How are your skills off the court? Care to show my friend? I think she’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”

If you weren’t such a nice person, you had been snatched her by her edges. You just laugh it off, “You’re doing too much, stop talking. I promise we’re not that weird,” you say to Yoongi. He chuckles at whole spectacle, and you almost want trap his laugh and save it for rainy days.

“Nah, just thirsty,” she retorts. At this he tilts his head and you can see he confusion in his face. You hope with everything you are that he doesn’t understand. His first language isn’t English, so if you’re lucky, that term could’ve just flown over his head.

You almost choke on your food, and decide to toss her your half empty water bottle, “I’ll give you the ocean, if you just shut up.”

“Well, then you’re in luck. I have to leave to go do a thing.”

“What thing? You don’t have a thing,” you say, and produce the saddest puppy dog eyes you can, so as to stop her from leaving.

“Silly y/n, if I want to have a thing, then I’ll have a thing,” she playfully scolds you. “My life doesn’t revolve around you, honey. Now, when we can have a double date, then we’ll talk,” she pushes in the last part quickly and then jogs out of your reach. Watching her hair sway as she leaves, you want to drag her back to the table, because you’re not sure how to act around Yoongi.

“Why don’t we have a thing?” he inquires and looks at you directly, and you witness a smirk form on his lips.

“We? Uh,” you respond, but barely. “Like, what do you mean?” You gulp discreetly.

“Anything we want, really. I don’t mind, as long as I can spend that thing with you,” he smiles and stares at you endearingly. At that, you could almost fall into his lap without clear reasoning, aside from the fact that you like him that much. You wonder how he does it.

“How about we go to the skating rink downtown? Have a thing?” you suggest. Your mouth stretches into its own smile.

“I don’t skate, but for you, why not?” he agrees and wipes his hands on his shorts. “Well, I have to go do an actual thing that involves studying, but give me your phone and we can make plans.”

“I look forward to it,” you reply and hand him your phone with the contact info form open.

“Feelings mutual,” he says and gets up for the table. Throwing his gym bag over bag over his shoulder, he walks backwards and grins his charming smile at you again, “See you around.” You wave to him this time.

After spending 2 hours with f/n trying to pick out a cute, but casual outfit for your date, you’re giddy during the whole drive from your home. You fortunately find a parking space not too far from the building, and walking around the block to get to the front entrance, you’re surprised when you see Yoongi already standing outside the venue. His hands are fiddling with his phone and he doesn’t see you walking up to him. However, you see him nice and clearly and your stomach does flips. He isn’t in anything that you haven’t seen him wear before, or that’s different from his laid back style, yet every time you see him, you can’t help but to feel excited and butterflies churn. “Did I come late?” you inquire, seemingly startle him.

He chuckles, and shakes his head, as his signature smirk shows through. “Nope, my friends just dropped me off early because they had something else to do,” he replies. “Ready to have fun?”

“I thought you didn’t consider this as fun,” you remind him, and lead the way inside. He treads beside you.

“It isn’t, but someone may as well have fun laughing at me, as I fall on my butt.”

“It won’t be that bad,” you try to encourage him.

“Just wait.”

After paying for the shoes you guys are going to rent for the occasion, you notice that after he laces them on and then tries to stand, but continues to fall back into his seat, that he’ll have some issues.  You, yourself though, have no problems standing and you grab both of his forearms to help him up as well. He’s wobbly on both feet and can’t stop looking at the ground to make sure he doesn’t fall. “You’ll do fine. However, I think we should take it slow.” You look in to his eyes, and he stares back and then nods. “First let’s just walk over to the ice, and just try standing on it.”

From then on, it was a hit or miss of a lesson. When he walked out on to the ice, he couldn’t stop using the wall as a supporting crutch in order to keep standing. He’d sometimes hold onto your hands, and you’d help him glide over the ice at a snail pace. Once you let go, if he had no momentum, he’d just be at a stand still. No need to try and move forward by himself, because he’d always lose his balance, and it’d be the end after that. Multiple times you’ve watched him fall and get back up. Fall, then get back up. However, as time continued to pass, your muscles in your feet, legs, and including abdomen from laughing so much, began to hurt and you knew Yoongi was already fed up with everything, if not including life. “Ready to leave?” you ask, while checking the time on your phone.

“We’re leaving already?” he responds with a tremble in his throat, as he tries to get back up from falling on the hard surface. Anytime he’d think he’d have a foot secure underneath himself, and then try to stand on the other, it’d slide back and he’d be on all fours.

“Well, it’s been three hours since we’ve arrived,” you reply, and chuckle. “Come on, Bambi,” you coo and grab a hold of his hands. He starts to stand on one foot and then the other, and now he’s at least still and not one the ground.

“See? Told you you’d get a knack out of this,” he rolls his eyes, but his smile never leaves his face. “I didn’t realize so much time had passed.”

“Well, time flies when you ‘re having fun,” you smile and swing his hands in yours. “Shall we go?” Leading him back to the rest are, you’re careful to not pull him too fast and then help him to a nearby seat. You saunter to the counter to pick up your guys’ shoes, and when you get back to Yoongi, he already has his skates off and looking at his feet concerned. “Break something?”

“Yes,” he sighs, “my tail bone and pride,” he jokes.

You hand him his shoes and start to take off your own skates. “Maybe next time we should do something else? I don’t want you to force yourself to come with me here and not really enjoy yourself,” you suggest.

“I’d come here a million times if you asked me,” he says, and laughs at his own corniness, while trying to smooth out your insecurities about bring him.  

You smile a long with him, but are glad that your face is hidden. With the pigment of your skin, no one can really see if you blush, but you’re sure your face would still speak a thousand words if he were to see it then. “While I appreciate the gesture,” you say and stand on your feet in your own shoes, “I’m not trying to destroy your bruised tail bone. How about you choose the next destination?”

“Fine, I like that idea,” he agrees, and looks back down at his feet. “That reminds me. Can you give me a ride back home? My friends are still probably out, and it’d take them too long to pick me up.” That catches you off guard, but you not sure if you mind too much, because then you’d get to spend more time with him. Needless to say, you’re hoping that he feels the same way.  

Surprisingly enough, going to the ice skating rink with Yoongi was more fun than you anticipated.First, he was the perfect gentleman, you guys could always find something to talk about and you were both interested in keeping the conversation going. It wasn’t forced, or too awkward. Anything you could talk about on a first date, you did. There cute moments of whispering nothings into each other ears and just laughing at the gall you both had. There were giggles. There were times when he’d fall into your arms, so <i>he</i> wouldn’t fall, and you trying not stare so blatantly into his eyes. It was perfect, to say the least, yet still odd to think about. 

Secondly, you both are so different, you weren’t entirely sure how everything would fair. If not for the cultural differences, then for the more obvious, outward reasons. He had the pick of anyone he’d probably want, and here you two were. You still question yourself, ‘why?’ You know you shouldn’t have thoughts like those, but it takes time to reverse that sort of mentality. Every once and while, it can come with dating outside of your race. Sometimes you consciously—or even subconsciously—slip into that frame of mind, when you feel unworthy or not “his type.” Then there are moments when you’re proud to say that you catch yourself, and not let such defeating thoughts bring you down. You’ve found that if you were to ask yourself, if f/n were to ask you if she were worthy enough, and you wouldn’t say those self-defeating thoughts to them, then why do it to yourself? It’s never easy, and knowing your worth takes time, but it can be achieved. 

The drive back to his place is silent, and in your opinion, more awkward between you both than before. As you’re driving past green lights and other cars, you notice he’s less talkative. His body is with you, but you wonder if his mind is somewhere else. Did he not have fun? Did he regret the date? Should you have even gotten your hopes up? What’s wrong? Around 15 minutes later, you pull your around the corner of the apartment building he stays in, because parking in limited. Finally finding a parking spot, you reverse park into the space and turn off the engine, but the radio could still be heard playing in the background. “I’m sorry,” he blurts out. He turns to you in the passenger seat and looks at you undauntingly. 

You’re not sure if you want to look back at him because his stare could sometimes be intimidating. Though you know not on purpose, but because…well…that’s just how his face and eyes work. Gathering up the courage, you take a deep inhale and look back him with your own searching eyes. Upon his direct stare, you almost freeze, but talk nonetheless. “For what?”

“Being like this,” he uses his hands to gesture at himself, “Awkward. Even more than I was before. Non-talkative.”

“Um, it’s okay. I mean if you didn’t enjoy yourself, I won’t force you to be all happy go lucky,” you reply, and then look back ahead of yourself. There isn’t much to see, but you’d rather look at the cars parked ahead of you and the street. At least then if your eyes get the slightest bit of glassy, he won’t be able to tell and he won’t have to feel sorry for you. 

“That’s not what I meant,” he says immediately after you say your piece. “This is probably one of the best nights I’ve had in a while, but I’m not apologizing because of tonight. I’m saying I’m sorry because I know I’ve just made things unnecessarily weird between us. Back at the rink, I was a lot more open and had more to say, but that’s because my mind didn’t have to work overtime to find something to talk about. Everything flowed a lot nicer when we were just talking about anything and everything at the top of our minds, and when we both had to focus on me not seeming like a total idiot in front of you. Not to say that falling on my butt should be a conversation starter,” and you snort, “but it was just easier. Now that our attention is fully on one another, I can’t seem to think of anything to say that’s cool or funny, and I’m overthinking everything I think I should say.” He takes a deep breath and asks in a low voice, if that even makes since. “I’m nervous. I’m sorry.”

In a way it made since, and yet didn’t at the same time, but you’re at least happy to hear that he truly did enjoy himself. “It’s fine.” You say, and look back him. His eyes appeared to had gotten softer, and the tension you didn’t even notice, also left his shoulders. 

He turns back around slowly, “I guess I should get going then.” Was that it? “I think I should leave now before I make myself seem even more uncool than you probably already think I am,” he chuckles. No one makes any sudden movements, but at the last second, you do. 

Opening the driver’s side door, you step out into the brisk air. Your body is protesting the cold, but your insides are burning. You don’t do something like this often, but you don’t want to let the night end like this. You’re aware of the attraction between you two. You’ve seen it, obviously have experienced, and you want to put it to the test. Right now. Walking around your car you meet Yoongi, who’s already standing outside of the vehicle because you left, on the passenger side of your car. “Anyway, thank you for—“ you halt his words with your delicate kiss. Nothing forceful, but purposeful and straightforward. Your hands are on his biceps, and they glide up his arms and around his neck and head, where one of your hands relish in the softness of his hair. His hands find themselves on your waist, and he leans into the kiss too. Your lips mingle with one another. They feel. They caress. They’re tender to its recipient, and careful to not scare either away. As several seconds pass by, you finally pull away and he follows your warmth an inch, wanting more but he holds himself back. You smile at his eagerness, and see that his eyes are still closed, and your foreheads are touching. “Thank you. You’re really a good kisser,” he admits, and then smiles to himself. “Tell me I didn’t just say that out loud.” 

Your own smile spreads uncontrollably onto your face, and you separate yourself from his grasp. “Have a good rest of your night,” you say and start walking back to the driver’s seat of your car.

“Really? How could you say that, knowing that you’re the best part of it?” he asks, and his famous smirk shows back on his face. “See you around?” 

“You think I’d stay away now?” you ask cheekily, and get into your car. He waves bye as you drive away, and you can’t wait for tomorrow to come.

“Aren’t you guys the cutest ever?” f/n exclaims and dances in her seat. “I’m so happy for you!” You’re both at you guys’ favorite lunch spot, while working your own separate school assignments. School isn’t letting up, and between that and work, you wonder if there’ll be any free time soon. “So, when’s the next date?”

You laugh at her blatancy, “It’s only the next day.”

“And? Didn’t you two already talk about it this morning, when he texted you ‘good morning’ this morning?” she raises her eyebrows teasingly at you, trying to hint at something. But you stopped her in her tracks.

“It wasn’t like that,” you insist, “we haven’t gotten that far and it’d be too soon.”

“Not too soon for a smooch, which by the way, I’m impressed,” she laughs.

“You seem more happy than me.”

“Hardly! Girl, you were practically glowing this morning,” she giggles.

“I wasn’t,” you retort.

“Glowing like the sun so much, I almost regret not bringing my shades today.” You just shake your head at her, but the smile still hasn’t left your face, and you get back to work.

At the moment, it seems like you have too many assignments to start, and not enough time to finish what you’ve been working on for a few weeks, but you get to work anyway, before your next class. At this rate, you wonder if you’ll ever meet Yoongi again anytime soon. Like that, days turned into weeks, and they transitioned into a little over a month. Your encounters never lasted for anything over a few minutes every blue moon, but your texting conversation continued to go strong. Little words here or there were sent throughout your days, and you figured you should at least be happy with that. Neither of you really had time, and even f/n was having a hard time keeping up her life and school.

Sitting in the library, you’re taking notes diligently until you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket. Your timer’s just gone off after two hours, signaling for you stop your research and to move on to another assignment for the night. It’s almost 10 pm right now, and the day’s activities has already been settled into your body. Your hands are feeling cramped, your back hurts from sitting hunched for too long, your feet are feeling sore from getting up and going every place known to man, and your eyes a beginning to feel heavy with sleep. You bring your coffee cup up to your mouth and drink down the lukewarm caffeine. You sigh and lean back into your chair. You think yourself that you only have two things to do before the night ends and then maybe you get to sleep at around 1 AM tonight. You’re groaning.

Sitting forward again, and leaning on your elbows on the table, you start to type again but onto a whole other chart of numbers and statistics that are fusing together. Slowing getting to the flow groove of just working, your phone vibrates in your pocket again. Absentmindedly, you bring it up to line of sight, and you take a quick glance at the front and notice it’s a text from Yoongi. Here goes the cheesy smile again. “What are you doing?” he inquires.

Your frown and look back at your laptop screen. “Studying.

Is it for anything important?

You almost laugh, “I think so. Ive heard rumors of students who didnt complete their assignments and fail the semester miserably.

Sounds important, then.” You nod your head ‘yes’ slightly and begin to look back down at your homework, until you hear a text being sent to you. “Want to ditch?

As tempting as that is, I cant. I have too much to do and at stake,” you reply, disappointedly.

Come on~” he starts. “What can a 20-minute break do to you?

Against your better judgement, knowing it’d be longer than twenty minutes that you’d spend with him, you still text him back agreeing, and ask him where to meet. You’re surprised when he tells you to come to the basketball court. Nonetheless, and not caring too much about his request because you want to leave the library, you pack up your stuff.

5 minutes into the stroll and coming closer to the court, you’re surprised when you see him and few other guys playing. You don’t make any sudden movements for him to catch your attention, and just watch silently off by the sidelines. Some of these guys he’s playing with you haven’t seen before, and you’re not sure if they go to your university or not. Another five minutes pass before Yoongi calls for a time out, and jogs over to you. “Enjoying the game?” he asks panting. His hand are placed on his hips and he walks over to his bag to grab the towel that sitting haphazardly on top of it. He wipes off the waterfall sweat that falling into his eyes, and then stands closer to you. “Want to meet my friends?”

“Why not?” you reply, and he starts yelling and waving everyone closer to you both. Understandably, you’re a little nervous. Will you like them? Will they like you?

“They’re weird, but you’ll like them,” he smiles.

“Is this the famous y/n? Do you know he talks about you nonstop?”  the tallest of the guys asks. His hair is a deep brown and he’s more muscly, but about as lean as Yoongi, and with broader shoulders.  

“Hopefully you only hear good things,” you chuckle.

“I don’t talk about her nonstop,” Yoongi retorts.

“Nope, you just have this greasy smile on your face whenever you start texting her,” another man speaks up and, and runs his hand through his light pink hair. Odd color, but whatever floats his boat. “Hi, my name is Jimin.” He smiles and brings forth his hand to shake yours.

You’re polite and introduce yourself back., while shaking his hand “I’m y/n.”

“Don’t forget about me.” Another voice shouts, but is deeper than the rest so far. He jogs up to you and takes your hand in his too. “I’m Kim Taehyung.” You tell him it’s nice to meet him and introduce yourself as well.

Then another male jogs to the group. “I’m Namjoon,” he pants and nods his head to you, with a dimpled smile showing through.

Then another male bumps into him whom is slightly taller. “I’m Jungkook.”

“And I’m Hoseok,” someone else voices, and the crowd has to part slightly for him to come through. “My sister-in-law, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

You giggle, and probably look confused. You glance at Yoongi, but he doesn’t notice and he throws Hoseok a ‘Really?’ sort of look. “I will remember this day.” He runs his hands through his hair, and puts his hands on his hips. “Want to play?” he directs his words at you.

“No.” You shake your head. “I don’t think it’d the best idea.” You’re not horrible at basketball, but you don’t really play either. If anything you just enjoy the game and actually know how the game works for the most part.

“Nonsense, I’m sure you will be great. Do you want to be on my team?” Taehyung suggests. His English isn’t broken, but it sounds a little garbled. His accent is semi thick, but you can understand him.

“No thank you,” you shake your head again. He looks a little disappointed, but he just nods his head understandably. To you, you’re not in the best position to be playing when you’re not that great at it and your feet ache. That, and you’re dead tired.

“Can we play?” you hear another voice, but that’s feminine. Your line of sight moves around some of the guys heads and you notice that it’s the gray-haired, hazel-eyed beauty, as well as a group of her friends—you’re assuming at least. Everyone turns around to see who the voice belonged to and one of the guys, you think Jungkook, goes to give the girl a side hug.

“You’re here,” he exclaims.

“You thought I wouldn’t come? And miss this game?” she purrs. “You must be out of your mind.” Well this is an unexpected turn of events, and you want to fight to not roll your eyes. You’re not sure where the feelings are coming from, but you’re jealous. She’s pretty, can play basketball—apparently—and probably knows everyone better than you do. As you watch all of Yoongi’s friends greet the ladies that have just arrived, you wonder if you missed your chance at having a decent friendship with them too. It’s a strange thought, but you almost feel out of place.  

“I didn’t know you had invited them,” Yoongi says with a smile. Is he excited to have them here too? Did he forget you that quick? This pricks you in the heart a little bit.

“Yes. I invited them because I thought that since y/n was coming, why not invite more people? This way there could be a girl and boy team,” he replies and shrugs. Jungkook looks towards you. “Y/N, I know that you don’t feel up to it. So, if you don’t want to play, you can just sit this one out and watch on the bench.” Nope. You won’t.

“You know what? I actually have to get back to the library to study, so I’m going to go. Thank you for the offer though,” you smile to everyone, and they look confused by why you’re suddenly leaving. Even the girls that have come look confused. “Have fun.” You look at Yoongi, and he stares back at you with a slight frown. You start walking back to where you’re thinking you should’ve stayed in the first place.

You tell yourself that you don’t need to put yourself in that vulnerable state by staying there, but you also wonder why you didn’t try harder. Fight for him harder. Did she even like him like how you assumed? Why disqualify yourself so early in the game? You laugh at yourself a little. You’re not sure why you’re like this.

After coming back to the library and then studying for an additional hour, you start to pack up your things and decide to finish your work at home. You saunter to your car and get into the drivers side of the vehicle. You sit for a second. You’re tired and you don’t want to move, but you don’t want to stay in the school parking lot either. So you start your car and give it a few minutes to heat up. At the last second before you put the car in drive, someone knocks on the passenger side of car. You jump, and look at who knocked. It’s Yoongi.

He points at the passenger seat of your car, and you oblige. You’re not sure why. He climbs in and looks at you pointedly. “Why’d you leave?” You know he didn’t mean it in a demanding or blaming way, but you already feel guilty for leaving so fast anyway. Of course, you’re sad for going because you didn’t even give yourself a chance, but you didn’t want to stay either.  

“I just wanted to leave, okay? I have to study, and again, I can’t play basketball. So, me being there wouldn’t do anyone good.” You look away and lean back in your seat. You don’t feel like having this conversation right now, and you feel like it shows on your face and in your posture.

He sighs, and looks ahead of himself, taking his eyes off you. “You’re right, you can leave when you want to. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s been a long night. But I really have to go, so,” you say, and leave your sentence hanging in midair.

“It’s not alright,” he insists, and looks back at you. “I didn’t know Jungkook was going to invite those girls.”

You snort. You’re happy that he understands why you left, as well as are a little embarrassed, but you brush it off. “Yoongi, it’s fine. You can play with whomever you want to. It doesn’t make a difference.”

“Unless it’s with a person of the other gender.” You look at him surprised, and his signature smirk shows up.

“I’m not jealous,” you start out, “but I’m glad you understand.” You both laugh and it reminds you of the laughs you both had at the rink.

“So, Hoseok was right.”

“About what?”

“He told me that you had looked a little disappointed when the girls came,” he says and looks at you sadly. He leans back in his seat as well and caresses every detail of your face with his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “You didn’t do anything.”

“That’s the point. I didn’t do anything. I should’ve gone after you, even after the smidgen of a hint that you didn’t like what was happening. How am I going to be your boyfriend if I can’t even figure these little things out?” Your eyes widen significantly and you mouth to him ‘boyfriend?’ He nods haughtily.  

“I just never expected you to say it out loud,” you respond and giggle.  

“Well, I figured I shouldn’t beat around the bush and just say it up front. I like you, a lot, and you don’t have to wonder about it either.”

“So, what does this mean?” you ask, while simultaneously trying to fight the smile off your face.  

“It means, I take you another date fast before I miss my chance with you,” he smiles endearingly.

“What’d you have in mind?”

“Everything, but going skating again.” He chuckles, and you almost get lost in his eyes. It happens when you’re around him.

As you’re both having a moment, your back door behind Yoongi’s opens. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I need a ride home,” Taehyung pants, and sits down cozily in the back.

“So do I,” another voice pipes up, and you notice that Jungkook is standing beside Taehyung. Taehyung scoots over for Jungkook to get in too, and then Jimin tells Jungkook to scooch over as well.

Jimin climbs into the vehicle, and then looks up at you all smiley and expectant. “I hope you don’t mind.”  

You glance towards Yoongi, and he calmly looks like he wants to murder somebody. “Why not? We weren’t having a moment,” he says tightly.

“Well then, we’ll just make ourselves comfortable,” Jimin laughs.

“Y/N, can you play any music?” Jungkook asks.

“Just let me pick, they always choose what we listen to,” Taehyung complains. That’s how your night with Yoongi starts and ends. With three of his so-called toddlers—his words—bickering and giving you a headache, but also a smile you welcomed.  

The end. 


I could feel the burning sensation of the fire, even from several feet away. We watched in horror, anticipating for the rest to come running out of the burning building. My arms were crossed over my chest, my hands gripping tightly with nails piercing into my skin. Gasps escaped our mouths when we saw a silhouette emerge, it was Geoff. Whilst everyone else let out sighs of relief, I panicked. Where was Shawn?

“Where is he?” I asked running over to Geoff who was limping, dragging his leg with him as he made his way over. “Where’s Shawn?” I shouted. Geoff looked at me with pain in his eyes, which were vivid as they burst through his soot covered face. I shook my head as my nails dug deeper. Before anyone could tell me otherwise, I ran towards the fire. “What the fuck are you doing?” I heard Brian shout from behind. “It’s too dangerous,” Tom called after me. As I ran towards the fire, the heat became more powerful, making my skin itch to the point where I wanted to tear it off. The majority of the building still remained in it’s original frame as the fire had started from out the back. I threw my arms over my face, in an attempt to protect my face from the flames, as I made my way in. The building may have been standing still, but everything had turned black inside. I tried to remember where we had been as the fire started, trying to remember the directions.

Although the building was silent, compared to earlier that evening when it was filled with voices of cheer; the fire roared with anger which added to the new murky surroundings. We had been eating at a table near a window, tucked under a balcony. It was impossible to tell where the window would have been, as the main dining area was submerged in smoke. I felt my lungs draw tighter, causing me to cough rather than take deep breaths. “Shawn?” I shouted, trying to make my voice be heard over the flames. The building was creaking, meaning it wasn’t going to hold much longer. As I stepped through the smoke things like; over turned tables, broken chairs and wasted food became visible. A perfect night had turned for worst in a matter of minutes.

“Shawn, are you there?” I shouted again, my voice scratching my dry throat. I heard a noise, not words exactly. My head snapped in the direction and I carefully stepped around the destruction. “Shawn,” I said as I froze, looking up at where the balcony had been before. It had collapsed and broken in half, with one half impaled into the ground. There was a huge bundle of flames on the other side, where the window had been originally so I stepped carefully towards the split balcony. “Oh my god,” I sighed, as I absorbed the sight in front of me. To the side of the hanging balcony, laid Shawn. Thick, heavy planks from the balcony had landed across his stomach and another across his leg; with that foot twisted in the opposite direction. I let out a groan of disgust and pain as I landed on my knees. I wanted to cry, but the tears would not fall. Shawn was covered in debris and soot, not looking anything like he had done earlier. I scooted closer, avoiding his twisted foot and sitting next to the planks which covered him. Blood was trailing out from the corner of his mouth, his lips pale; almost white. “Shawn,” I said softly. His eyes fluttered open and eventually focused on me. “(Y/N)” he said, his voice thick with pain.

“It’s going to be ok,” I said, trying to attempt a smile as the first tear fell down my cheek. He simply stared at me, his face twitching with pain. “Take my hand,” he said, his voice dry and quiet. A powerful creak came from behind us, causing my head to turn sharply in that direction. I finally felt scared, having ignored the possibilities as I ran into the burning building. “Take my hand,” he repeated, this time his voice was strong. I turned back to look at his hand, and place my shaking hand on top, gripping onto his fingers. Tears fled as I watched his fingers merge between mine. He winced in pain, causing my eyes to shoot back up at his face. “I’m going to die here,” he said, looking up. I shook my head, my face scrunching up as I didn’t want to believe what he was saying. “No, no you’re not. Help is on it’s way, they’re going to get you out of here” I said quickly. “(Y/N) listen to me,” he demanded, his best attempt at shouting. “This thing, has crushed everything,” he explained. I examined his shirt which started off as white and was now stained with his crimson blood. “Does it hurt?” I asked, instantly realising how stupid it was to ask. He took a deep breath, “To be honest, I can’t feel anything on my left side.” I bit down on my bottom lip as I glanced back at his foot, and worked my way back up to his face. His eyes were shining as tears formed at the corners. “I don’t want you to die,” I admitted, letting out a moan as I felt a sharp pain in my chest. His bottom lip trembled as he blinked, allowing the tears to fall. “Me neither,” he said. I took his hand in mine and pressed my lips hard against it, not wanting to let him go.

I dropped his hand and looked over my shoulder as the wall towards the back of the room collapsed, sending shivers throughout the building. “You need to get out of here, save yourself” Shawn said, his voice weaker. I looked back at him as he began to blink slowly. I took his hand again and held it to my lips, “No Shawn, I’m not leaving you and you’re not leaving me.” He closed his eyes as I smothered his hand in kisses. “We have our whole lives together,” I said. “I’ll still be there, I promise” Shawn said, his eyes meeting mine. I held his hand to my forehead as I closed my eyes, wanting this to be just a nightmare. “I bought that house,” Shawn said, his speech beginning to slur. I glanced up at him and noticed that the amount of blood falling from his mouth had increased. “I bought the house in Vancouver,” he muttered before inhaling deeply. “What?” I gasped. “The keys are in my bedside table, I want you to live there” he said, his voice shaking. I stared blankly at him. “Promise me,” he said. I took a deep breath, not wanting to accept that this was it. “Ok,” I said, my face crumpling up. “I promise.”

A small smile appeared amongst his dirty face, “I love you.” My tears felt hot as they streamed down my face, “I love you.” Shawn closed his eyes, a smile still on his face. “I loved you from the moment I saw you dancing to that awful song.” A faint laugh escaped my mouth as I wiped my cheeks, “Mambo No.5 is a great song.” I watched as Shawn opened his eyes again and fixated past me, his head nodding ever so slightly. Before I could react, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my body as I was being lifted from the ground. “What? No, no” I shouted as I my shoes dragged against the floor and Shawn started to appear further away. “No, you can’t just leave him. Please, take me back. Please” I cried as I could no longer see Shawn. “Shawn, come back!” I shouted from the top of my lungs, sticking out my hand as if I expected him to grab it. As we made it out of the building someone else came along and picked up my feet. Groans of heartbreak left my body, echoing into the dark night.

“No,” I screeched as I was placed on the ground, in time to watch the building collapse in on itself. Everyone around me let out curses under their breaths, some even fell to their knees with their hands covering their faces. He was gone. I slammed my fist into the ground several times, wanting nothing more than for him to appear in front of me - alive. I stopped when I realised that something was in my hand. Lying in my palm was Shawn’s ring, the one he had always worn on his middle finger. I let out a sigh, the tears never ending. I slowly slipped it over my ring finger, before looking back at the fire which had grown since the building had fallen to the ground. I stared blankly as finally, I felt nothing.

One and Only? (Happy x Reader)

I AM BACK AND WITH A VENGENCE. I’ve combined 2 requests for this one. @la-reina-asesina (you beautiful soul, you) gave me the song inspiration and an Anon (the loveliest of the loveliest) gave me the general idea for a plot. Love you and thank you both for these amazing requests.

WARNINGS: Adult language and adult content (it definitely gets smutty towards the end)

Playlist: Temporary Bliss - The Cab

Every Friday night was the same. The same music, the same booze, the same girls, the same party. It never changed. These boys were a predictable bunch. That was how I knew exactly which two Sons were now trapping me between their sides. I didn’t need to glance sideways. It was always the same two men. It was like they were addicted to me. They never left me alone. They always gravitated back towards me. Even with all these Crows around. I never understood it. I never gave them a reason to follow after me. I never got caught up with either of them, or any Son for that matter. I was a friend of a friend. A woman who liked to party, drink and laugh. That was about it.

“Evening boys.” I greeted them.

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anonymous asked:

Wait why is roachpatrol bad again? Anon and their like never really showed sources the first time, that I've seen, so like....... Uh.....

They’re an artist who got BIG in the Homestuck fandom and who people accuse of being a pedophile because (I assume) they’ve mentioned that minors have sex drives! Imagine! Don’t think back to your high school years to remember all those kids who were getting it on because that makes you a pedophile.

Honestly, don’t take my word for what exactly happened because I haven’t followed it all, but some pissy HS fans who are super problematic and shitty in their own right started making fake callouts to anyone who slighted them or portrayed their favorite character in a way they didn’t like? It was a Cronus person that’s all I remember. But yeah, that’s all spiralled out of control because people like hunting big name fans for a variety of reasons and also no one checks a single fact ever before grabbing their pitchfork.

Since “Roach is a pedophile” doesn’t work as much as they’d like, these people have moved on to “Roachpatrol called someone the n word and is rascist!!!” and “Roachpatrol–” THE JEWISH BLOGGER “–is antisemitic!” because those are effective buzzwords who scare off anyone who don’t want to risk being associated with someone who even has a reputation of doing such a thing. I’ll note, this is same blogger who spearheaded that big movement to donate to the Holocaust museum when Nazi Hydra Captain America first became a thing!! Yup. Totally Antisemitic.

We are not alone in the universe...I found proof on the dark web.

“It’s said that evil prevails when good men do nothing.” Those were once words that comforted me.

I don’t know how much time I have left, all I know is that in the face of uncertainty, an even greater fear exists in knowing that I alone shoulder the weight of knowing the truth….

I’d like to tell you that these words come from a place of analytical stillness, instead of the harsh reality that scares me beyond words. now, The fear that plagues me is very real, justified by earth-shaking implications that accompany Its looming presence.

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Everyone cuts the gif off at Hook yelling that he always survives but my fav bit was Blackbeard yelling back “I’m counting on it and when you do don’t forget you owe me a ship” and Hook being all like “well obviously even though you have double crossed me multiple times I will still keep my word”

And that is exactly why Blackbeard knocked him out because it’s a win win for him just like Hook went into the card game with a win win strategy. Hook distracts the lost boys so Blackbeard can get away and if/when he survives he knows Hook will still make good on his deal.

Man I loved their scenes.


This video has such a strong message. But really..imagine a world where being gay was the normal thing and being straight was the weird thing. Its the exact same now. I’m shamed to live in a society where being gay is banned in 13 states in the USA. You should be allowed to be the person you love regardless of their gender. Here where I live, if you’re gay..we’ll you hug you & love you even more for coming out and being honest with the people around you. Before Christmas, I was in religion class and we were talking about things we believe/not believe in& people said santa, tooth fairy etc. I turned around and said to my teacher gay marriage in beliefs. She said we’ll just put marriage for now, I asked why not gay marriage & and she came right up to my face & said these words exactly “God chose Adam & Eve for sex to be between a man and a woman not 2 men and 2 woman, i think its disgusting for 2 men or 2 woman to get married it should ’not be allowed at all”. The whole class was completely shocked at what she had just said. At this point I felt like screaming at her, I said to her “so if you daughter or son, cousins, brother or sister, aunt or uncle, came out saying they were gay, you’d disown them?”. She looked at me straight in the eyes and told me to get out of her classroom, I got up and said to her “You’re a horrible person, gay people should be allowed to get married and be with each other in every country of this world.”.That was the day I got detention for standing up for gay people, what she didn’t know was myself and 4 other girls in that class were bisexual/lesbian. I had told my principle what had happen and I got that teacher suspended from the school for 3 weeks for teaching us her beliefs, and not Gods. EQUAL RIGHTS SHOULD BE ALLOWED, NOT MATTER RACE, RELIGION OR BELIEFS. thanks for reading. x

Reprogramming (Remedy side story)

Bucky x reader

Bucky’s POV.

Notes: trigger warnings! mentions of torture, swearing, injuries, angst, fluff, submissive behaviour, subspace, subdrop, cute-ass Bucky who knows exactly how to be sweet and careful.

(I did some research after subspace, but please don’t take my word for ANY of it!)

This takes place after chapter two of Remedy. (sorta)

Remedy (1) Remedy (2)

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Requested by lukebebe : “Could you write a nick Robinson imagine where I (Louise if you do personals if not that’s fine) get a job playing Ryder’s girlfriend on Melissa and Joey and we start to like each other and after me talking to Melissa and him talking to Joey they set us up? Maybe some smut if you do that?”

here you go, darling. i’m not sure if this what you imagined but i’m having major writer’s block for nick imagines, i’m so sorry. hope you like it. xx sorry for the wait!


“Come on, Ryder.” I smiled, pulling at his sleeve, out the back door, off the set.

“Cut!” I heard the director shout so we could hear. “That was good guys. I’m going to take that as the final. You guys have two hours until next scene.”

I smiled at Nick, as he walked away. I turned and before I could take a step, Melissa was there. “Hi.”

“You like him.” Mel smiled, with this look on her face that I could barely stand lying to.

“No, I don’t.” I said, trying to right-step her but she blocked it. “He doesn’t like me, anyways.” I looked down, biting my lip.

“Oh, you don’t know that. I think he would be very interested in you.” She had this smirk on her face, I knew she had some plan.

She walked me into one of the dressing rooms and talked to me for a bit, until there was a sound at the door. Mel just looked over like she knew what was going on.

“Get in there, Nicholas, I swear.” Joey pushed a resistant Nick into the room with me.

“No, Joey. Please, she doesn’t like me. I’m sure. Stop ruining it.” Joey shut the door with Nick inside and leaned against it. I looked back to Mel but she was gone.

“You better make something work!” Joey screams from outside. “This entire set is full of sexual tension.”

“I knew you kind of liked me.” I laughed as Nick finally gave up on trying to open the door.

“You did, huh? I knew you liked me.” Nick restated my words, smirking. “Well, not exactly, but now I do.” He said, wiping that oblivious look off his face.

I walked over to him, trying to listen if Joey was still there. I knew Nick for a while now, we had been for a while. He looked down at me, I looked up slowly. He rested his hand on my cheek, and hesitated for a second but then leaned down and kissed me. It was exactly how I imagined, his arms slipped around my waist protectively and I snaked my arms around his neck. I smiled into the kiss, pulling away for second, catching my breath for a moment. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do that?” He smiled, making me giggle.

I gently shoved him down onto the couch, straddling him, leaning my face down. “Well, you don’t have to wait anymore.” I smirked, as he laid his hands on my lower back.

Suddenly, there was an opening of the door with Mel and Joey there. Mel was just excited bouncing up and down, giving us thumbs up. Joe shook his head. “That’s not what I meant by make something work.”

“Well, it works.” Nick smiled, sitting up, and I blushed into his shoulder.

If it was even possible, my job had just got even better. Now not only did I get to kiss Ryder, I got to kiss Nick, as well.

(as usual, guys, requests always welcome in my inbox)

Orbital Senses

There can be no full length world
There are no parallel lines
A person, an explosion
Amongst the stars

Brightly dense rooms
Forgot their luster
Lusty madams
Forgotten brilliance

A prison
Is a prison
Even with a weathered

Love is bombastic
Dozens will die
Before you speak
A word of this

The sleepwalk
Keeps the living
Scared to death
By forgetting
To sleep

The patterns emerge
After the fall
Hazel twice
Calls my name lonely
Captured rare and only
Every other madness

Heredity mother
Shakes my words at dinner
Exactly father
Tells the lain
Where to lie
Passionate mum the undefined

No tears left to shed
Healthy in its form
Left for dead

The end of the line
Stick dynamic
Rain clouds

The perpendicular world
In diamonds

The passage only after
The fact
Is the stars

You’re The One

Word Count : 1521

“I think you should tell Ron how you feel.” Your best friend, Ginny, whined while the two of you walked toward the common room after Charms class. Ginny was the only one who knew about your crush on Ron. She thought that it was the cutest thing ever, she always wanted a sister so who better than you? “I mean he could feel the same way, Y/N. Where’s the harm in telling him?”

“The moment I tell him my feelings is the moment our friendship is thrown out the window, Ginny. Plus I kind of like where we are now.” You shrugged your shoulders.

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What exactly you miss about the person you loved is how unconditional was your love towards them. You would have taken several stabs, you would have waited seasons for them, you would even let them have had another person in their life to cross and go if it meant the person you love would end up with you. Maybe you don’t miss the person, maybe your old, burning, alive, passionate love that seems to have turned into ashes for a new lover.
A Third Brother

Title: A Third Brother

Character: Adam Milligan

Word Count: 1,194

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: Mild Language

A/N: Here’s my first imagine- I’d appreciate it if you guys would send in constructive criticism so I can improve my writing. Thanks for reading!

It must have been at least midnight when my phone went off, the music to an old classic rock song echoing around the cramped motel room. I had been researching my most recent case, occupied with a towering stack of dusty books and armed with a crippling headache, and was relieved at the break taking a call would provide. Eagerly, I picked up my cell phone and without even sparing a single moment to look at the caller ID, pressed the ‘answer’ button.

“Hey Y/N. Um, it’s Sam. Sam Winchester? Remember me?” What in the world was Sam Winchester doing on the phone with me? I’ve only met him a few times, and those times had been few and far between, not to mention completely by chance.

“Hi Sam; this obviously isn’t a pleasure call, so what’s wrong?” I asked, slightly concerned.

“Right… I’m not exactly sure how to say this, but Garth recommended you for the job. So, Dean and I have a third brother, and-“

I cut him off, practically choking on my words with shock. “Another brother?! Two of you are bad enough!” I exclaimed, only half joking, with an incredulous look adorning my face.

Sam gave a low chuckle and continued on with his preposition as if I had never spoken.

“Anyway, my brother… let’s just say he isn’t exactly in the best shape. Do you think you could… maybe… kind of take care of him while he’s recovering? It’d mean a hell of a lot to me and Dean. We’d really be grateful.” He said this in a rushed manner, as if he expected me to refuse outright. Then again, I considered saying no, but if I said, yes, it’d get me out of this case.

I ran the numbers a bit, and agreed. After all, how bad could taking care of someone be?


Twelve long, dull hours of driving later, I was well and truly soaked through with holy water, steam practically flowing out of my ears, and my eyes blazing with anger.

“What… the… hell?” I said with an undercurrent of threat to my words. I had driven through the night and not to mention a good chunk of the day as well, only to be greeted at the door with what must have been gallons of holy water to be unceremoniously dumped on my head.

Sam and Dean stood just inside the doorway, faces an identical pale shade and mouths open in ‘O’s of shock.

I turned around, just in time to see a grim-faced young man step out of the bushes, an empty bucket carelessly held in his hands, making him the obvious culprit as the person who would be responsible for soaking (and most likely ruining) my favorite jacket. Though he seemed like trouble, he was, dare I say it, unbelievably attractive. The unnamed stranger had knotted, uncombed dirty blonde hair, a pale complexion, and haunted blue eyes that looked as if they’d both housed and seem a few demons; in other words, exactly my type.

“Sorry; had to make sure you weren’t a demon or something.” He said flippantly before shrugging and walking right by me, past the two brothers, and into the rundown house.

I shut my eyes and began to take deep breaths. “Calm down. It wouldn’t be good if I killed one of Sam and Dean’s friends. Don’t blow up. Just keep calm.” Ha! Easier said than done.

Once I was absolutely positive that I wouldn’t commit a homicide, I reopened my eyes and turned back towards the Winchester brothers, both of whom still looking shell-shocked and apologetic.

“Well?” I asked, a slight hint of a wry smile edging on to my features. “Are you going to let me in or not?”


A few quiet, awkward hours later, I sat alone in the abandoned house. Alone, that is, if it weren’t for Adam Milligan. Sam and Dean had told me that the man that had ruined my favorite jacket was Adam, and he would be in my charge. Of course, they had also told me not to murder him, but that’s beside the point.

Bored out of my mind, I clicked my tongue. Then, I did it again. And again. And again. I would’ve continued had Adam not interrupted my fun with a bad-tempered scowl and a sharp plea to stop.

So, I took the obvious course of action; I clicked my tongue yet again.
He glared at me with obvious dislike, if not hate. I smirked to myself and looked down.

Oh yes, revenge is going to taste sweet.


I jolted awake with a start. Of course, being a hunter, I would wake to even the slightest disturbance, but something about this felt different. I was ninety-nine percent sure that what had woken me from my dream wasn’t just the scrape of branches on the window. No, what had woken me from my slumber was a shout of fear.

Silently, I climbed out of my bed and reached for my semi-automatic, careful not to let the sheets rustle as I did. I would’ve continued on I such a manner- slow, silent, and careful- had another scream not rung out at that very moment.

Not even hesitating another moment, I threw silence to the wind as I switched the safety off of my gun and sprinted down the hallway. My gun was raised and my finger tensed over the trigger as I followed the echo of his scream and the shrill reality of more recent ones.

I threw the door to Adam’s room open with a heave of my shoulder and aimed my gun at the first thing I saw moving. Then, I lowered my gun. Adam was writhing around his bed, panic overcoming his features, and shouts or terror and pain ringing.

I switched the safety back on and quickly out my gun down on the dresser by his bed. I rushed to Adam’s side and shook his shoulder, all the while repeatedly saying his name like a mantra.

His eyes snapped open and his frantic movements stopped. Adam’s chest heaved from imaginary exertion and his face was pale. He focused on me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug. I fell forward and without a second thought, returned his embrace, whispering words or reassurance in his ear.

“Shhhh, you’re alright, everything’s fine, you’re safe, Adam. I promise.” I murmured.

When Sam had called me, I had assumed that he wanted me to take care of a physical wound. Now, I realized that Adam wasn’t suffering from any physical ailment. No, Adam had gone through something beyond my imagination, and was suffering from the aftermath.

It was then, at that moment, that I vowed to myself that I would help Adam every step of the way to recovery. Nobody should have to suffer such hardships alone, and I’ll be damned if I don’t try my best to see him on the road to recovery. With this promise still echoing in my mind, I held Adam closer, and gently reassured him until he was calm enough to finally drift off to sleep.

this was my 18th birthday. i’m the luckiest kid on earth. they care, they really do care. the meet and greet went super quick; I didnt even have time to introduce myself. my words were, exactly: “hey, this is weird, but it’s my birthday, and I have hats!” and literally their faces lit up and they all said happy birthday like I was their favorite little sibling. nothing in this picture is fake. i’m overjoyed, and so are they. i never thought i’d be this blessed.

pool // C.H

boy: Calum Hood

Summary : Calum has feelings for his best friends girlfriend and things begin to escalate between them when they go for a dip in his parents pool.

Temptations. Calum thought that he mainly avoided bad temptations that lured him into doing the wrong thing. Taking things, eating certain things, acting a certain way and saying certain things. He made sure to try to not go through with temptations that would lead him down a never ending and shitty path way. He wasn’t the sort of person that thought ‘carpe diem’ or didn’t care about the consequences. He was very aware in that aspect.

But she changed all that.

Most would think a sweet girl with sparkling eyes and a smile so gorgeous it made most smile too, so sweet she wouldn’t harm a fly. She had such an airy, fairy attitude. She would giggle at jokes and twirl her hair around her finger. She would wear pretty dresses and baby pink, she would bite her lip in a pleading way when she wanted something and she seemed to have such a specific and sweet scent that enchanted most who smelt it. She loved glitter, her hands always being covered in tiny silver specks that would shine like stars in the light. She loved piggy back rides and would hug people like they were the last breath she would ever take, such love and compassion went into them, you could practically feel how much she cared for you with each hug she dished out. She liked getting kissed on the cheek more than on the lips, she found lip kisses to be extremely intimate and would only give them to people she truly adored. She had sensitive skin, she would get goose bumps even if the weather was just slightly cold, her knees were littered with scars from when she was younger and her favourite part of her body was her belly button as she found them to be like 'tiny black holes on your tummy’.

But Calum find her absolutely fascinating. She had him hooked, he was absolutely high on her, every little giggle of hers or cheek kiss she gave him was like another dosage of the powerful drug she was. He had never found any human being to be so wonderful, so genuine, so unreal. She was beyond reality, Caum swore she was too good for this shitty world, she deserved everything good and more.

Calum would have asked her out the day he had met her except there was a problem. She was dating his best friend, Luke. Calum wanted to do the right thing, ignore his feelings and let his best friend be happy but every time he saw her he couldn’t deny his feelings. She was magical, beyond amazing. He hated Luke for being able to do the things to her that he wished he could.

But that day Calum wanted to forget about her for a couple of hours. He had invited his three friends to stay over for the night, like they did when they were younger. Seeing as Calum’s parents had left for the weekend to take Calum’s sister to some dance recital that was located an eight hour drive away he was sure he would be able to do what he wished without harassment. Along with that it meant he was able to use his parents pool. His parent’s didn’t like people using the pool as they didn’t want to pay someone to come and clean it but he didn’t have his parents around to watch every step he made.

Calum just wanted to forget about y/n for the time being, he wanted his friends to distract him from the beautiful girl who was off limits. He was thankful that Luke was attending, he was hoping that he would be able to force himself to realise that their friendship was more important than any girl.

It was hard, trying to forget her pretty eyes and the way her cherry scented balm covered lips felt against his cheek. How her warm breath would tickle his skin when she whispered something to him or how her body felt against his when they would hug. Calum could remember each kiss, each hug and each whisper, every single one, how he felt, the way it felt and how they each made him closer to the edge of falling completely and utterly for the sweet girl. He just hoped he never did, he hoped more than anything that he never fell in love with her. It was already torture watching her hold Luke’s hand and lean on his shoulder, but being in love with her would cause him to feel way worse than he already did which, for him, was not an option.

He was sitting in his parents lavish sitting room, along with his friends Ashton and Michael. The three of them hunched over as their thumbs pressed buttons on the controllers. Their eyes fixated on the television screen as they concentrated exceedingly hard on the game.

The sound of gun’s, explosions and the tapping of the boys’ thumbs was interrupted by the loud ring of the doorbell. Calum smiled, finally Luke had arrived and they could get back to the old times where they would all just hang out together. Along with that they would be able to use the pool, Calum and Ashton wanting to go for a swim but Michael wanting to procrastinate the activity, claiming they should only do it when Luke arrives or we’ll greet him all wet and half naked. Calum had no time to argue, knowing Michael wasn’t one to back down easily.

“Pause the game.” Calum said and with the tap of a button Ashton had put the game play on hold. Calum put his controller down and jogged over to the door. He smiled as he came to the entrance of his house. His right hand went to the door knob, twisting it and opening up the door. His smile faded as he came face to face with someone he didn’t want to see, the last person he wanted to see in fact.

Her hair was up in a ponytail with a baby blue ribbon tied around it into a bow. She was wearing a thin strapped pale pink dress that was quite low cut. She looked sweet, innocent, almost childlike, but none the less Calum found her to be absolutely breath taking. Her sweet, little smile on her pretty little face, her eyes looking up at him making his heart thunder against his chest. His throat went dry and his mind went into over drive. She was the most alluring temptation he had ever come across, her body hypnotizing him. He wanted to resist her, he really did, but everyday it became harder and harder to do so.

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