nothing about you is fair

The Other Woman

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2508


Everybody knows the timeless, clichéd love story of two best friends who promised to stay best friends for the rest of their lives. But when one friend develops feelings for the other, of course the other is already in a relationship and the friend is forced to watch and endure the other love and cherish someone that isn’t them.

Usually, the other’s partner seems jealous and arrogant to the friend, leading them to wonder why the other chose them in the first place. But destiny is kind and rewarding, and soon the other realises his love for the friend, ultimately leaving his jealous, arrogant partner behind. The two best friends become lovers and live happily ever after. Sounds perfect, right? But it’s not. Everyone always overlooks the one person who suffers the most.

The day you met Minah, you knew your relationship with Jongdae would inevitably turn into this same clichéd love story. Unfortunately, you were on the losing end of the bargain.

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LadyNoir July Day 11: Sultry and Day 19: Eiffel Tower

Ladybug laid flat on her back, with her arms and legs spread wide on the grating.  The metal was still warm hours after the sun had set, but then again, everything was warm, and at least the floor of the grated observation deck allowed for some air flow.  Besides, pretty much anything was better than being stuck inside the bakery.  She sighed and stretched languorously, staring up at the stars.

“Out for some fresh air on this sultry evening, my lady?”

She started, and glared at Chat Noir.  “This is a metal deck on a metal tower, and you wear heavy boots.  How is it possible for you to sneak up on me here?”

He shrugged, and stretched out beside her, nudging her spread limbs out of his way.  “Kwami magic?”  

“Hmmph.  This is my spot,” she grumped.  “Why must you invade my corner of the deck, Chaton?”

He smirked up at the sky.  “Because I know that your feelings would be hurt if I didn’t.”

She huffed, but knew that she couldn’t argue the point.  They slid into a comfortable silence as they contemplated the heat, the sky, and the benefits of being a superhero.

“What would you do, if you couldn’t come up here to cool off?”  Ladybug asked sometime later, gesturing to vaguely to the Tower.

“I don’t know.  Go swimming.  Cool shower.  Turn the AC down.”

“Oh man, air conditioning.”  She sighed wistfully.

“No AC at home?”

“Nope.”

“So what about you?  What would you be doing right now, to stay cool?”

“I’d be sleeping on my balcony, wearing as little as possible.”

He jolted, and rose on his elbow to look at her face.

She was smirking.

“Tease,” he said, and subsided onto the grating.  “Now I’ll be thinking about you in almost nothing all night.”

“Turn about’s fair play, Chaton.  I’ll be thinking about your air conditioning all night.”


I added to this scene!  Part two can be found here.

anonymous asked:

Could I request a first meeting after defeating Grima and Robin disappearing between Lon'qu and Robin?

[You have no idea how long I’ve waited to start writing these ohHHHh geez]

(Want to change the name? Use this!)

When he was called to the castle in Regna Ferox, he didn’t know why. He didn’t care, quite frankly. Basilio and Flavia only ever needed him for tournaments, and while he used to enjoy doing them, he didn’t anymore.

Their effects stopped wearing off after the first six months. He could distract himself with the fight, with the sound of swords clanking drowning out the phantom calls of his name on your lips.

He didn’t want to go anymore, as they began to remind him that they didn’t work. That they didn’t keep you out of his head.

You had captured his body and soul when you were married. Even after your sacrifice, though, you seemed to have bound him with an endless amount of chains; each link being another memory of you that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

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“Fair Game” and the Internet

Nope. Actually it’s not.

Let’s take a look at what “fair game” actually is, shall we?

If it has been taken, then nothing about that game is “fair” or right. It’s not yours, you didn’t get permission, you didn’t even at least cite or give credit to whatever artist (and this is true for writers, too, who get their words lifted) made it.

Therefore, it is not fair. It is poached.

Dear ladies, gentlemen, and non-binaries, please do not be a poacher.

anonymous asked:

I just want to say, I totally get why you and the others are doing the blackout. I don't make much content for this particular fandom, but a lot of things I've worked on for other fandoms have been posted against my wishes, so I know how shitty you guys feel. I even allow reposting of my work so long as my original post is linked, but some assholes won't even do that much. One jerk even played victim and insulted me when I asked for proper credit. So yeah, I agree with your reason to protest.

This, exactly this. You totally get it, Nonny.

We’re just asking for respect. Why is that such a hard thing to grasp…?

anonymous asked:

To Hinata: name three things you love about Komaeda

Hmm…He is really smart, really loyal as in trustworthy and of course he is really gentle.


….Thank you.


N-Nagito? You heard that?


I did. Why ? I wasn’t supposed to? I can pretend I didn’t if you prefer…


As if that could work…


I-I guess that doesn’t matter. I love you after all, saying outloud things I love about you is nothing…


….!!


….That’s not fair.

anonymous asked:

Are you taking POV insights for ASAFAF? I've always wondered what was going through Dirk's mind in the scene in the tent, when Jake comes to reason with him. Especially since he thought that Jake had lied to him (that scene, it was so painful)

If I’m allowed to be a vain motherfucker, that scene is my favorite scene.

spoilers for ASAFAF obviously

The admittance of anyone into the war tent is unusual at this hour. Your advisors have dispersed, either to their responsibilities overseeing the camp or to their own quarters to sleep. None linger, and you know it’s for their own sakes. You are not good company these days and even your most trusted lieutenants, even some of your sparring partners, are quick to leave your presence.

You don’t blame them. It’s an untenable position, to be in the care of such a man.

The prince of broken hearts, they called you early in your reign. The boy crowned to inherit a kingdom in mourning.

Before, it was a moniker for who you were, the legacy you carried. Today, it feels like what you do. You stand with your boot against Prospit, ready to crack the ribs and splinter the delicate golden kingdom’s heart.

Not a single Dersian suggests you stay your hand. It’s your hope that means you have their support. Or perhaps their blessing would be a more accurate turn of phrase. Leveraging your own simmering fury against Prospit, aided by Derse at large, the bitter betrayal your people feel.

You’ll do it. You’ll take Prospit as the peace token repaying this broken contract.

You only hope to every god who has ever visited your dreams that you are not turning into your father. A mad king, not a king gone mad.

It’s that bruise on your spirit that you’re worrying at when someone enters your tent unannounced. That anyone would visit you is an oddity. That Noir would let them enter without warning seems an impossibility.

Until you know it’s him. It takes just a moment; his hood is up, the long cloak describing him in soft flowing lines in the candlelight, but you know him by the way he holds himself and the way he looks over the war table and its chess pieces.

It’s hard to say which he is: a rabbit lost in snake’s den, or the snake slithering into your warren.

Underneath the black glass and stone guard over your heart, there is something that wants to grab him and indulge in his mother tongue: physicality. Push him against the table, scattering all the pieces to the floor and holding him against the map. Pin him down like some treacherous butterfly.

Because you were cruel. You forced Prospit’s hand and made them give you their royal son. You did that, and yet the fact they turned on you for it gives you a precarious moral high ground built of wax and kindling.

You were cruel, but you were fair.

There is nothing fair about Jake lowering his hood and subjecting you to the sight of him in firelight.

This, you think, is what will drive you mad.

Tyler Joseph Imagine- Part 2

*present time*

Later that night, Tyler was tidying up the apartment while a balsam scented candle burned, when a knock sounded on his door. He took a deep breath to prepare for whatever nonsense was about to go down, and reminded himself that he needed to play nice, before opening the door.

Y/N greeted him with a smile and a box that looked like takeout in her hand.

“I brought dinner,” she declares, holding the bag up in the air.

Tyler rolls his eyes, “It’s like nine thirty, did you think I hadn’t already eaten?”

She lets her arm fall to her side and glares at him, “The polite response would have been ‘thank you’, but no, it’s fine, really, your manners are wonderful.”

She pushes herself inside then, not bothering to wait for an invitation.

“Speaking of manners,” Tyler scoffs.

She completely ignores him, “Well?” she says, turning to face Tyler with her hand on her hip.

“Well what?”

“Are you going to teach me how to be your girlfriend or what?”

“I shouldn’t have to teach you how to be a girlfriend—“  Tyler rolls his eyes heavily, all while following her into the living room.

“Not just a girlfriend, idiot.  You’re girlfriend.  I need the details.  God, have you even thought about this at all?  Oh, and where’s your phone?”

“Uh,” Tyler patted at his pockets before pulling his phone out.  

He handed it over to her without really thinking.

“Right,” she says, “Come on then, smile big.”

She opens her arm for Tyler to stand close, before slinging it around him and counting to three. Tyler smiled, and at the last second, Y/N turns her head and kissed him on the cheek. Tyler’s skin felt the remnants of her lips, the shock shooting through his whole body. What the fuck?

“There,” she turned the phone so Tyler could look at the screen. “That’s your new lock screen.  Put my number in, too. Use some emojis or whatever.”

“Do you do this a lot?” Tyler asks.

“Hmm?” she hums, not paying much attention as she grabs a seat and starts opening the box of takeout on Tyler’s table.

“The fake-dating thing, you’re suspiciously good at it.”

She laughs, “No, but my mind wanders a lot when at work.  I thought it’d be a good idea.”

She cracks open the styrofoam lid of the box and the smell of Chinese food fills the apartment.  “So, is there anything I should know about your family before I meet them?” She asks, leaning back against the kitchen chair.

“Like what?” Tyler asks.  He joins her at the table by scooting out his own chair.

She rolls her eyes, “Like, maybe their names, for a start.  Are your siblings older or younger than you?  What’s the family dynamic? Just details that a boyfriend would tell his girlfriend.”

Tyler bit his tongue at her sassy tone and hated the idea of her intrusive questioning. But he had to give it to her, those were all things that she would know if she really was Tyler’s girlfriend though, so he sighed and answered.

“Madison, Zack and Jay,” he told him. “Those are my siblings’ names.  Mad’s twenty-two, Zack’s twenty-six, and Jay’s eighteen. Madison and Zack are both married.  Madison’s husband’s name is Will, and Zack’s wife’s name is Tatum.”

“Big family,” she remarks in between bites.

Tyler nods.

“So you’re the oldest,” she states.  “What about your parents?”

“What about them?”

“Are they together?”

Tyler nods.

“Any nieces or nephews?”

Tyler shakes his head.

“Any grandparents?”

Tyler nods.

“Any pets?”

Tyler shakes his head.

It continues like this all night.  Interrogation questions.  Tyler’s exhausted when he finally lays his head on his pillow that night, but it doesn’t stop him from staying awake and pondering the plan over in his head for hours after.

Tyler had told his family the vague truth about how he and Y/N met— that she stole his parking space on the first day he moved in and that she lived next door. The truth ended there.

Y/N insisted that they have a story for how they got together, in case anyone asked, so the official lie was that Tyler asked Y/N out after the party at her apartment.

They also discussed the more intimate details of their supposed love life.  

“Have we told each other ‘I love you’ yet?” she asked, after Tyler told her enough information about his family and life back in Columbus to make their relationship credible.

Tyler sputtered.  “What?”

“We’re supposed to have been dating for about five months, right?” she asks, “that seems reasonable.”

“I guess…” Tyler admits.  He was beginning to think that Y/N was a secret undercover agent of some sort.

“Okay, so we’re on the ‘I love you’ basis,” she says, almost to herself.  

“How affectionate are you around your family?”

“Excuse me?”

“Keep up, Joseph!” she says, clearly frustrated that she has to keep explaining herself.  “Do we hug, do we kiss, do we hold hands?”

“I— I don’t know,” Tyler says honestly.

“Well what have you done in the past when you’ve brought a girl home?”

Tyler bites his lip but stays silent.  He grits his teeth but feels his cheeks growing hot with embarrassment.

She raises her eyebrows at his silence, but surprisingly doesn’t push.

“We’ll just try to be natural about it, okay?” she suggests.

That night, Tyler couldn’t sleep. Y/N had gone home a few hours ago, but Tyler’s head was still spinning with all the planning she’d put into this whole ordeal.  They’d be leaving for Columbus the next afternoon, and in some ways, Tyler couldn’t imagine pulling this off.  He’d spent a good portion of time wondering if Y/N was toying with him.  What if this whole thing was a way to prank Tyler and the second he brought her home she’d tell his family the truth?  

Tyler pushed that thought out of his mind, because in all honesty, he had no choice but to trust her at this point.

She showed up the next day with nothing but a duffel bag at her side.

“That’s all your bringing?” Tyler asks, shocked at how light it felt.

“Yeah, we’re gone for what? Four days?”

“I think I even packed more than you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she scoffs.

“Nothing, I just thought that girls always packed their entire wardrobe whenever they went anywhere.”

“That’s exaggeration and a stereotype,” she says, “want to throw a hyperbole in there, too?”

Tyler rolls his eyes before grabbing his own duffel bag.  He swings it over his shoulder before double checking the lock and shutting the door.  

“So how long’s the drive?” she asks on the way down to the car.  

“About five hours.”

She groans, and all Tyler can think is how much he agrees.  It’s bad enough being cooped up in a car for that long alone.  He can only imagine how much worse it will be with someone you’re not particularly fond of.  

“Do you get car sick?” Tyler asks.

“No, why?”

He shrugs nonchalantly, “I just don’t think I could stand getting puked on by you again.”

He tries not to notice the shade of red instantly casting over her face, he tries even harder not to notice how adorable it is.  

“I’m glad you’re not a Christmas-music-type-of-person,” she says about half an hour into the drive.  

Tyler had said little to nothing so far, but he finds himself laughing at her comment.

“I love Christmas music,” he counters.  That was an exaggeration.  Tyler kind of didn’t mind Christmas music.  He just really felt the need to disagree with everything she said.

“Well then I’m glad you’re not forcing me to listen to it,” she alters.  Tyler glances over to see her staring out the window.  She was fiddling with the ring on her finger as she gazed at the highway passing by.

“Why do you hate Christmas music so much?”

She just shrugs.

“You can’t be a Grinch around my family, okay?  They love the holidays and you can’t bring those negative, Scrooge vibes to Columbus.”

“Don’t worry, I brought my reindeer sweater,” she says, offering Tyler the slightest smile.

Tyler knew there was something up.  He could sense it by the sad tone to her voice.  He was used to snarky comebacks and constant defenses.  But instead, she sounded defeated.  Tyler knew there was a story behind her hatred, but he didn’t push.  

“Josh will probably stop by,” he says.  The silence was making him uncomfortable all of a sudden.

“Pink haired guy,” she says, still staring out the window.

“Yeah, he’s been my best friend for years now.  He knows about all of this, says he’ll play along.”

“Oh yeah?  And what’s he think of it?”

“Thinks it’s mental.  Thinks I should just tell my family the truth.”

“And why don’t you?” she asks, finally tearing her eyes away from the outdoor scenery to look at Tyler.  

Tyler reciprocates Y/N’s earlier shrug.  “If you knew them, you’d understand.”

She nods thoughtfully before leaving it alone.  Tyler was grateful.  

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Tyler asks after a few minutes of utter silence.

Y/N looks up at Tyler again and nods ever so lightly.  He wouldn’t have even seen it if he hadn’t been staring right at her.  Tyler tightens his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning a soft shade of white.  He wonders if he’s prying too much, but he really was curious.

He goes for it, “How come you were so willing to come spend the holidays with me?  I mean it’s Christmas, didn’t you have anything better to do?” He adds a little laughter on at the end to ease the tension in the car.  

When she doesn’t answer at first, Tyler wonders if he’s upset her.  He looks over anxiously to the passengers side and see’s her fiddling with her fingers again, staring down at her lap.  She opens her mouth to speak, before closing her eyes and replacing it with a grin.  

“I just thought I’d fit in one more good deed before the New Year,” she answers as she folds her hands in her lap.

A deluded answer.  How shocking.  

Tyler thought about all the things he told her to prepare for this entire scheme.  He told her past stories and family traditions.  Things so near and dear to his heart, and it was only now that he realized that he knew absolutely nothing about her.  

“It’s not fair, you know?”

“What?”

“That you know so much about me, and I know nothing about you.”

She rolls her eyes, “Let’s not forget who’s doing who the favor here, alright?”

Tyler scoffs, “That may be so, but how stupid am I going to look if my mom starts asking me questions about you when you’re not around, and I can’t answer them?”

Y/N scrunches her nose, and Tyler realizes that she hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.  He feels relieved knowing that she’s not quite the expert he originally thought.  Maybe she was human after all…

She pulls her legs up on the front seat and wraps her arms around her legs, pulling them tightly to her chest.  “Fine,” she remarks.  “My dad’s a pharmacist and my mom’s a teacher.  They live in Kalamazoo with my younger twin sisters, Isabel and Cassie.  We have a golden retriever named Gravy and the reason that we’re going to your family’s instead of mine’s is because we were at my family’s for Thanksgiving.”

Tyler narrows his eyes, “You have a dog named Gravy?” he asks in disbelief.

She rolls her eyes, “His fur color resembles gravy,” she says as if it’s a fact he should have known.

“Okay, okay,” Tyler lets out a sigh, “Was any of that true?”

“Of course it’s true,” she snaps, “Why would I lie?”

Tyler puts his hands up in defeat and shrugs, “Okay, okay… just checking.”

The ride drags on torturously slow, especially after Y/N falls asleep in the passengers seat with her face pressed against the window.   He can’t help but cast occasional glances her way.  He watched as a strand of her hair slowly slides in the her face.  It rises and falls with each breath she takes.  Tyler’s not sure why, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how peaceful and pretty she looked while sleeping.  He tried pushing the thought out of his head, she was rude and loud and puked on his shoes for Christ’s sake.  He shook his head and started drumming his fingers anxiously on the steering wheel, trying to push through the last hour of driving without crashing the car from staring at his passenger.  

He finally stops for gas about forty five minutes outside of Columbus.  He wanted to push through, but his poor car just wouldn’t allow it.  

He’d never admit it, but he slams his door extra loud in an innocent attempt to wake her up.  He’d spent the last hour and a half sitting in absolute silence and he actually craved her company.  He smiles, pleased with himself, when she stirs awake.   He pretends not to watch through the window as he pumps fuel and purposely turns his head away once he notices her looking around, dazed.  

She’s in the midst of a grandeur yawn when Tyler climbs back in the driver’s seat.

“Nice little nap?”

“Shut up,” she snarls.

How pleasant, Tyler thinks as he continues his route back home.  Maybe she could fall back asleep again for all he cares.  

They arrived in the early evening. Tyler had Y/N announce their presence by having her text Zack when they were pulling into the driveway.  

Y/N surveyed the house as she unwrapped the scarf from around her neck. Tyler looked at her wide-eyed gaze, wondering what she was thinking about.

He didn’t have to wonder for long though… “Your house is fucking huge—“ she sputters, turning to look at Tyler from across the car.

He shrugs, “It’s just home.”

“Just home?” she gasps, “What are you, a fucking princess or something?”

“Shut it—“ Tyler snarls as he hears the front door bustle open.

“Tyler!” an array of voices shriek.  

He plasters the fake smile on his face and rushes around the car to greet his family.

His mother, of course, is the first one out.  She’s wearing an apron around her waist and has a spoon with cookie batter on it in her hand.  She wraps him up in a giant hug and plants a kiss on his cheek.  He smiles at her.

“Hi mom.”

The rest of the family piled out and Tyler next noticed Jay beaming and turning to Madison with a smirk. “You owe me twenty bucks.”

Madison gave him the stink eye in return. “Shit.”

“Why do you owe him twenty bucks?” Tyler wondered.

Jay smirks devilishly before casting a glance at Y/N, still lingering by the car.  “She didn’t think Y/N was real,” he informed him, “But I had faith in you, Ty guy.”

“You bet on me?” Tyler asked incredulously.

“Yeah,” Jay and Madison said in unison, like it was completely normal to bet on your brother’s relationship status. This kind of behavior was why he needed a fake girlfriend in the first place.

“Unbelievable,” he mutters, shaking his head.  

“Exactly,” Madison says, then turned back to Jay. “That was really immature of us. Which is why I’m going to hold off on that twenty bucks.”

“You’re such a shit—“

“Stop!” Tyler’s mom says, “Enough, all of you!”  She then turned to Y/N, who was hastily holding her duffel bag and looked overwhelmed already.  

Tyler squeezed his eyes shut, this was such a bad idea.

“Jay, help her with her bag,” Tyler’s mom ordered.  Jay obliged, skipping over and taking it from her hands.  

“Thanks,” she says sweetly.

“I’m Jay,” he introduces, holding out his hand.  

She shakes it kindly and returns his smile, “I’ve heard so much about you.”  

Tyler was impressed by how confident she suddenly seemed.

“Wish we could say the same about you,” Zack suddenly appears.  He introduces himself and shakes her hand, Tyler wanted to strangle him. If Y/N actually was his girlfriend, that statement would be extremely hurtful. He had no class. “But Tyler’s always really evasive when you get brought up.”

But she laughs it off easily.  Tyler was starting to become grateful for the easy confidence he usually found annoying. “That’s probably payback for that time I stole his parking space.”

After introductions were over, Tyler and Y/N made their way up to Tyler’s room to ‘get settled in’, as his mom called it.  She opened the door and let out a hasty sigh upon noticing the double bed in the center of the room.

“Oh goodie,” she said sarcastically.

Tyler honestly hadn’t thought about that—  

Y/N sat on the bed whilst pulling on her hooded sweatshirt, “So how thick are we laying this on?” she asks.  

Tyler raises his eyebrows in contemplation, “Pretty thick I’d say, if they were betting on me…”  


She chuckles, “Yeah, what the hell was that all about?”

Tyler shakes his head, “Oh, just you wait…”

“You have a beautiful home,” she says to Tyler’s mom as they join her in the kitchen.  “We brought over some leftover cookies,” Y/N announces sweetly, moving around Tyler in the kitchen with the container he didn’t even notice she brought.  He gets goosebumps as she ever-so-gently brushes her hand over his hip convincingly.  “Tyler and I baked them this week, but I see you guys have started baking without us,” she motions towards the spoon in Tyler’s mom’s hand.  

She poked her lower lip out into a pout that Tyler wanted to wipe off her face. He couldn’t decide if it was annoying or adorable, and that worried him.

“Oh my goodness!” his mom gasps, holding out her hands to take the container, “We just baked these from a package, I’m sure whatever you brought is much better!”  

She opens the lid and observes the cookies, “You convinced Tyler to bake?” she asks surprised.

“It was like pulling teeth, but the rules were that if he licked the spoon, he had to help,”  she slides into his side and wraps her arm around his waist lovingly.  Tyler instinctively coils his arm around her and waits for a reaction.

Everyone laughs at her remark.  As Y/N smiles up innocently at Tyler, he grows suspicious that they might just end up liking her more than him by the end of this.    

Later that night, everyone had congregated to the living room.  Tyler noticed Y/N lingering around the Christmas tree.  She seemed in awe and he was about to go join her, but Madison beat him to it.

“Hey,” she says smiling, “Sorry about the whole, not-thinking-you-were-real-thing…” she says, blushing slightly.

Y/N smiles, “Hey, for twenty bucks, I would’ve done the same.”

They both rejoin Tyler and the rest of the family by the couches where Tyler’s dad is using the remote to flip on the DVD player.  

“Y/N, I don’t know if Tyler told you, but it’s tradition for us to watch A Muppet’s Christmas Carol, every year,” Tyler’s dad says from the recliner.  “Have you seen it?”

Maybe he’s imagining things, but Tyler swears he feels Y/N stiffen beside him.

“Yeah, I love that movie,” she says.  Her voice is thick, but only Tyler seems to notice.  

It’s a tight squeeze this year.  Tyler’s parents claim the recliners in the room, while Zack and Tatum occupy the love-seat.  Jay plops in the bean bag chair normally located in his bedroom, and Madison and Will snuggle closely on the couch.  Tyler plants himself on the couch beside his sister before making enough room for Y/N.  He hadn’t thought about it before Y/N mentioned cuddling, but this would be where they really had to sell their relationship. They needed to look comfortable in each other’s space–it would definitely raise suspicion if they didn’t.

Y/N squeezes beside him, giving him a look of intention before burrowing into his side.  She nods ever so into his side, as if to ask, “is this okay?”  Tyler responds by wrapping an arm around her frame, trying to pay no mind to the fluttering in his stomach.  

Y/N shifted slightly as the opening credits played, and Tyler became all too aware of their proximity.  She was warm next to him, her head so close to Tylers’ that he briefly stopped breathing in an effort to stop fluttering her hair.  Her breath on the other hand, was slow and rhythmic, and Tyler could imagine being lulled to sleep wrapped up like this.

Fuck, they hadn’t even been sitting together ten minutes and Tyler was already completely losing his mind.  Tyler tried to focus on the movie to take his mind off of her, and he succeeded for a little while until she grabbed his loose hand in hers and started stroking his skin ever so lightly, and every nerve in his body was on alert again.  She seemed to notice his discomfort and immediately let go, in what Tyler was sure was an attempt to be respectful or whatever.  But Tyler frowned at that response and gathered her hand in his again.  He smiled when she gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Tyler couldn’t focus on the movie anymore, and instead found himself wondering how natural and right this felt.  It was nice for once to not be subjected to a bean bag chair, alone on Christmas.  And with her, it felt even better.  

He was in trouble.

As the movie went on, Tyler felt like Y/N was uncomfortable.  He scooted his body up in order to get a good look at her face, and when wet eyes and pierced lips were what he saw, he immediately knew something was up.  But she stared straight ahead at the screen through the movie.  

Finally, Tyler thought of a cop-out.

“I don’t know about you babe, but I am beat from that drive…”

She looks up at him, confused.

“Oh, I can only imagine how exhausted you must be,” Tyler’s mom gushes, “Why don’t you head to bed?”

Tyler let’s out a yawn, “You know what, I think I will.  You coming?” he asks her.

She nods softly before standing up from the couch, even taking his hand in the process.

“Thank you again for inviting me, I’m so happy to be here,” she says sweetly.

She’s answered by an abundance of “goodnights” and “sleep well’s” before they’re off to the bedroom for the night.

Tyler hears her tiptoeing back from the bathroom, all changed into some shorts and a pajama shirt once they’re upstairs.  

“Thanks for uh- rescuing me on that one,” she says, not quite meeting Tyler’s eye.

“Yeah sure, Muppets make me emotional too,” he jokes.

She nods and smiles softly, dumping her dirty clothes into her duffel.  “That movie just reminds me of someone.”

“Is it yourself? Because you kind of resemble a Scrooge.”

She laughs and playfully pushes his shoulder.  “I am not a Scrooge,” she argues.

“I know, I know- I’m only kidding.”

Tyler grabs an extra blanket from the closet and plops a pillow down on the floor.  He notices Y/N biting her lip anxiously from the bed, like she’s thinking really hard.

“You know-“ she starts, “They could pop their head in, in the morning, or something.  If they see you sleeping on the floor, our cover’s gonna be blown. Why don’t you just sleep up here?  We might as well go all in, right?”

Tyler squints his eyes at her, sure he’s hearing things incorrectly.

“Are you sure?  You don’t have to, we can think of a lie if anyone sees…”

She shakes her head, “No, I’m sure— come on up.”  She scoots herself over so that there’s room for Tyler in the bed.  He picks up his pillow and blanket before sliding in beside her.  

Both of them lay awkwardly on their backs.

“Are you comfy?” he asks.

She nods beside him, “I’m good.”

Tyler snaps off the bedside lamp, illuminating the hundreds of star stickers that Tyler had plastered over his ceiling as a kid.

He hears Y/N gasp beside him, “That’s so cool—“ she says.  

“I stuck those up there when I was five,” Tyler tells her.  “I was always afraid of the dark but didn’t want a nightlight, so my mom came home with a bunch of light-in-the-dark stickers instead.  I loved space, so these made me feel extra safe.”

Tyler inhales as he feels Y/N lean her head on his shoulder softly.  

“I like your family,” she tells him.

“Well that’s good, cause they definitely like you.”

She scoffs as if she doesn’t believe him, “They barely know me…”

“Trust me, my mom’s treating you the same way she treated Tatum the first time Zack brought her home.  And my dad made a comment about how I ‘picked a good one’ while you were with Will and Mad.  They like you.”

She sighs deeply, “Is it weird that I’m really relieved?  Like this is a fake relationship, but I still really want their approval?” she laughs, “How weird is that?”

Tyler frowns at her reminder that this wasn’t real.  He squeezes his eyes shut and firmly pushes the urge to grab her hand again out of his head.  Yeah, he was definitely in trouble.  

One More Chance

Request: Y/n is a surgeon and she and shawn had broken up but then he gets into an accident and she sees his security at the hospital and they talk and it’s fluffy and a happy ending where he asks her for another chance

a/n: I don’t know much about doctor stuff and I don’t watch any medical dramas so any doctor-ish information is from a google search…And this is kinda fluffy? More fluffy towards like the end end 😂 cut me some slack it’s a hospital and I had to make it a little tense😂😂

Your name: submit What is this?

You never did understand the whole throwing yourself into work when something drastically changed in a person’s life.  Everything was fine and dandy with your life; you had an amazing boyfriend who was out living his dream, finished your medical school and almost done your year of an internship at a hospital so you were about to start your residency.

           You loved your job.  And one of the things you loved the most was how supportive Shawn was. On the nights he was home, he would be your personal study cheerleader, staying up with you drinking coffee into the early hours of the morning, and encouraged you through your doubts.

            But then one day, when you thought everything was fine, Shawn broke your heart and broke things off between you two.  Almost three and a half years together and he called it off because he felt like he couldn’t devote enough time to you.

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Her Other Man

This is a request that I received from an anon reader who requested “ The reader and Shannon get into a really big fight bc Shannon comes home late and the reader leaves and goes and hangs out with a guy friend and crashes at his house and nothing happens but she does it to make Shannon mad and he gets really jealous and if ends in really sweet smut.” — I hope this finds you and I hope that you like it! 


Shannon looks down at his phone. She’s called ten times and left several text messages. She’s worried and he knows it. He contemplates calling her but it’s well after one a.m. and he knows calling her now will just set her off. He excuses himself for the evening and gets home as quickly as possible.  

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The Choosing

Pairing: Reader x ??? (Medieval AU)

Summary: Power. Grace. Beauty. Everything about being a royal was supposed to be perfect and yet you lacked the freedom you desired. It has come time to pick your groom but you never get the chance. Freedom will come with a price and your heart is at stake. Who will win and who will lose?

Warnings: A touch of violence, kidnapping.

Word Count: 1,552

A/N: Well here it is, the medieval au I promised. I’m not to happy with this. I really struggled writing it and I feel like it could be way better. But I have more parts planned out. So please enjoy and feel free to leave feedback.

Mirrors. Mirrors were supposed to show you what you looked like, but they never showed what was hiding underneath. They never showed the truth. It was a facade, a beautiful facade but fake all the same. Looking into the mirror in front of you, you pasted a fake smile one your face. Sure you looked beautiful, in fact you looked every inch the princess you were, but today was the day your freedom ended. Today you were supposed to choose a husband. A man that would rule by your side, but a man you didn’t love.

Tradition held you captive. As the only heir to the throne you were required to marry. Women weren’t allowed to rule on their own, which angered you to no end. Nothing about your life was fair. Yes you were a princess and had everything you could ever want, but you were never free. You never got to experience life, you were always enslaved to the throne.

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Advice I Wish I Got When I Was Younger

- You don’t need to grow up so fast, you’re only a kid for 18 years, then you’ll have all the time in the world to be an adult

- Those other kids you’re afraid of talking to because “you’re not cool enough” aren’t judging you. Nobody is judging you except for you.

- School counselors are there to help you, it’s okay to ask them for help and they aren’t as bad as everyone says they are.

- You don’t have to figure out what you want to do immediately, it may take you until after college or even longer to find what you want to do.

- Nothing is permanent unless you make it permanent (friendships, relationships, etc.) it’s your choice

- If you’re struggling to make friends, don’t worry, it took Dan Howell 18 years to find his best friend, and I know you’ll find someone deserving of you eventually

- Don’t be afraid to tell people no, or they’ll continue walking over you

- If you feel ugly, you’re not. Everyone is insecure and has flaws they worry about, and you’re beautiful.

- Some kids just try to find drama wherever they are, and if they suck you into it somehow, just try to act rational and if they still are giving you a hard time, first confront them about it, then seek help. (some people are assholes, and I know it isn’t fair, but there’s nothing you can do about them unfortunately, except stand your ground and be a good person)

- Sleep is important, it’s better for you to stop studying, go to sleep, and study in the morning than to study all night.

- You’re going to graduate in just a few years, then you have the rest of your life ahead of you so, if you’re struggling currently don’t worry, there’s more to life than what you see now.

If you have anything to add on go ahead! Also feel free to message or send in asks if you ever need advice or help, I’ll be here to listen, and if you want, to give you the best advice I can.

Phone Numbers:

  • Adolescent Suicide Hotline
    800-621-4000
  • Adolescent Crisis Intervention & Counseling Nineline
    1-800-999-9999
  • Domestic Violence Hotline
    800-799-7233
  • Drug & Alcohol Treatment Hotline
    800-662-HELP
  • Eating Disorders Center
    1-888-236-1188
  • Family Violence Prevention Center
    1-800-313-1310
  • Gay & Lesbian National Hotline
    1-888-THE-GLNH (1-888-843-4564)
  • Gay & Lesbian Trevor HelpLine Suicide Prevention
    1-800-850-8078
  • Healing Woman Foundation (Abuse)
    1-800-477-4111
  • Post Abortion Trauma
    1-800-593-2273
  • Project Inform HIV/AIDS Treatment Hotline
    800-822-7422
  • Rape, Abuse, Incest, National Network (RAINN)
    1-800-656-HOPE (1-800-656-4673)
  • Runaway Hotline
    800-621-4000
  • Self-Injury Hotline SAFE
    (Self Abuse Finally Ends)
    1-800-DONT CUT (1-800-366-8288)
  • Sexual Assault Hotline
    1-800-656-4673
  • STD Hotline
    1-800-227-8922
  • Suicide Prevention Lifeline
    1-800-273-TALK
  • Suicide & Crisis Hotline
    1-800-999-9999
  • Suicide Prevention - The Trevor HelpLine
    (Specializing in gay and lesbian youth suicide prevention).
    1-800-850-8078
  • Teen Helpline
    1-800-400-0900
  • Victim Center
    1-800-FYI-CALL (1-800-394-2255)
  • Youth Crisis Hotline
    800-HIT-HOME

Don’t hesitate to call these if you need to.

There is nothing inherently fair about equalizing incomes. If the government penalizes you for working harder than somebody else, that is unfair. If you save your money but retire with the same pension as a free-spending neighbor, that is also unfair.
—  Arthur C Brooks   (1964-) American political writer.
Angry little sister (sister reader on her periods x stilinski triplets)

request: Stilinski triplets request please? Maybe she’s on her period so she’s a lot more easily annoyed than usual and then she had a shit day-like caught in the rain,tests etc- on top of her really painful cramps and pain in the ass brothers fighting&tryjng to fight with her so she snaps and rants at them and they’re all taken aback til Stuart understands why she did(he keeps track to avoid that but forgot) and they all apologise&suck up to her with cuddles, food, tea, tv and jokes etc? Pretty please?.

A/N: this took me over two hours to write, but I wanted to do it so here it is! I hope it doesn’t suck ass… 


”It wasn’t my on my turn!” Thomas yelled.

”Yes it was! No one else in this house is stupid enough to put white laundry with red, now all my clothes are pink!” Start screamed back at his brother. ”You barely even know how to put the machine on, Thomas!”

”It could’ve been Stiles!” Thomas defended himself.

”Me? Dad doesn’t let me near that thing and you know why! It wasn’t me for sure!” Stiles yelled back.

”Why are all the dishes dirty?” Stuart yelled from kitchen. While Thomas accused Stiles, he had escaped to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, but all the cups were dirty, in the dishwasher or in the sink. ”Who was supposed to take care of the dishes this week?” He yelled and walked back to the bathroom where Stiles and Thomas were yelling at each other.

”Don’t you see we have other things to worry about?” Stiles snapped.

”So it was you.” Stuart realized. Stiles gave him a look, a look that said ’yeah, so?’ and it really angered Stuart. ”Oh so it’s too lowly for your highness to wash the dishes? Is it hard enough for you to just push one button to put the machine on? Are your brains so tiny?”

”Insults huh?” Stiles mocked. ”Are you too proud to do your own dishes then? You know you could just wash with your hands your own cup so you could drown yourself in coffee!”

”And it’s not like you haven’t done anything wrong!” Thomas snapped at Stuart.

”You have left things done too, you idiot!” Stiles slapped the back of Stuart’s head with his palm. ”Remember that time I asked you to put my jeep ready so I could get school faster, when I was already late?”

”Which time? You’re always late.” Stuart shot back.

”I didn’t mean that!” Stiles’s whole body shook from anger.

”Yeah, so?” Stuart mimicked Stiles. ”If that is the only time I have done something ’wrong’” He quoted ”then I can’t be the one to be blamed at. You two are obviously the lousiest ones in the family!”

”Well I ride the car!” Stiles announced proudly.

”Like we others couldn’t?” Stuart retorted. His gaze then fixed with Thomas and he said ”Well most of us.” Thomas gasped.

You walked in while listening the fight in the bathroom. So dad wasn’t home, once again. You sighed. Then you walked to the bathroom, to go fetch clean and dry new clothes, walking past your brothers.

You had gotten wet on your way back home, there had been raining hard and you didn’t have an umbrella with you, because the day was supposed to be clear, with sun shine. And you had just been informed by that morning while you went to the bathroom in school before the first class that your periods had started. You had fought through the classes against the pain that went through you, not having any pain killers with you. You had missed lunch in school too, because your friends wanted you to help them with some music class project and their only chance to practice was at the time when school lunch was. And to top that, Stiles hadn’t answered his phone so you had to walk home from school because you couldn’t contact with him to pick you up!

But you didn’t care to open up to your brothers about your awful day, no, not now when they were fighting and yelling. You only wanted to get your shirt and head to your room.

So you went to search for a certain white shirt, but all you could see was pink clothes. Odd. You didn’t have that much pink clothes. And the boys didn’t wear pink, neither did your dad. Unless…

”WHO THE FUCK HAS DYED MY WHITE SHIRT PINK?!” You yelled as loud as you could, your lungs hurt from the sound you made, your throat itching. All your brothers tensed and they looked at you, frozen and quiet. Then Stiles and Stuart pointed at Thomas.

”Well of course it’s Thomas…” You muttered loudly.

”It wasn’t me! I swear!” Thomas yelled back. ”You guys always blame me!” Then Thomas looked at Stiles. ”If I’ll get in trouble, you’ll get in too!”

”What are you-” Stiles started but Thomas cut him off.

”You haven’t washed the dishes! To me it’s worse than messing the clothes! What do we do when we have to eat, huh? Do the dishes and wait for thirteen minutes because you messed up?”

”Ha!” Stiles gasped. ”So you do admit it was you who messed the laundry!”

”What ever, we still have the dirty dishes…” Stuart reminded.

”You’re the one to talk, car saboteur!” Stiles shot back at Stuart who just rolled his eyes at him.

”OH WOULD YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?!” You yelled. Your brothers stopped talking and looked at you with wide eyes. ”I’m so sick of this! Like you had rough time… You didn’t have to go through the whole day without food, didn’t have to walk home in that cold rain or have to listen to this stupid argument of nonsense. You, Stiles! It’s your fault that I’m now soaking wet, and it’s Thomas’s fault I can’t change because you ruined my clothes and Stuart just FUCK!” You snapped the last word. You were tiny bit of relieved your dad wasn’t home, he couldn’t stand swearing.

”Why the fuck you didn’t answer to your fucking phone, Stiles?! You guys always give me the hard time when I don’t pick up but when it’s about you it’s nothing! What a fair game, boys!” Stiles could only whisper that his phone died, he didn’t dare to argue. You were scaring the shit out of them.

”I haven’t done anything wrong!” Stuart said to his brothers’ surprise and horror. They begged him to shut up, not wanting you to explode. Stuart only crossed his arms over his chest and glared at you. ”Why are you yelling at me? I haven’t done anything unlike you, you’re here ranting like a crazy person. It’s not like you’re an angel compared to us!”

You felt a pain go through your body again. You put your hands around your stomach, holding it and then crying out ”Well sorry if I had a bad day!” You sniffled. ”Sorry for even being born! I didn’t know it was only boys that get to argue and yell in here! Didn’t know that women in this family have to just shut up and suffer from the bad energy you cause!” You started crying, letting your body fall against the wall down, curling into a ball and hiding your red and wet face. ”I’m so sick of this… Fucking shit day and… Stupid family…”

”Way to go Stuart!” Stiles hit Stuart on the back of his head again.

Thomas looked worriedly at his brothers. ”Is she alright?”

Stuart went through all what had happened with you. You held your stomach, you yelled, you cried easily… Of course!

Stuart snatched your phone from the pocket of your wet hoodie, you yelling at him from taking it, he broke easily through your security code and went to your calendar. Shit. He had messed up with his calculations! You were a week early on your periods! Your menstrual cycle had changed and you had your periods now instead of next week! Stuart had always tried to keep up with your cycle, so he could avoid angering you. It was his silent and unknown way to show he cared.

”She’s on her periods.” Stuart told his brothers and Stiles and Thomas understood right away. Stuart studied your phone, you had put notes to your calendar of your symptoms, how bad the pain was, where else it hurt and other like that. You had rated the pain being the worst you had ever experienced before during your periods.

”I’ll get the pain killers and wash her a cup for tea.” Stuart said and left with your phone. Thomas said to Stiles he’d go get something from his room. Stiles didn’t know how to help, but he knew how he’d like to help you. He let his body fall on the floor next to you, wrapping his arm around your whimpering body.

”Why didn’t you tell us you were in pain?” Stiles said softly, caressing your shoulder with his thumb. You took your head out from hiding behind your legs, but didn’t look at Stiles.

”You wouldn’t understand.” You sniffled. ”And besides, it’s not something boys want to hear about…”

”Yeah, but you don’t have to tell us about how it is, just how it affects you. We don’t know how you feel if you won’t tell us, ok?”

”Here’s the tea.” Stuart said, then lowering himself to sit in front of you, handing you the tea and two pills of pain killers.

”I didn’t know we still have these.” You said to yourself when you got the pills to your hand.

”We don’t but I usually hide some in my room for things like this. I know how those always run out quickly and it takes forever to get anyone go buy new ones.” Stuart said and watched you take the pills and take a sip of the tea.

”I found it!” Thomas yelled and got to the bathroom. He had one of his shirts with him, a white one, just like the one you had been looking for, but in men size and it was a little bit different from yours but close enough. How had he known you had been looking for your shirt that looked like that?

You took the hoodie off, thank god the top you had under it was dry, you didn’t have to strip naked in front of your brothers, then you took the shirt from Thomas and pulled it on. It was a little bit too big for you but it was warm and dry. All you needed. After you had put the shirt on, Stiles took a comfortable position and wrapped his arm around your shoulder again.

”Hey!” Thomas cried out and made everyone look at him. ”I want to cuddle too…” He said. You smiled at him and pat the empty space beside you, gesturing him to join you. He happily did and wrapped his other arm around your waist.

”Ouch!” You winced from the sudden pain.

”Didn’t the meds work?” Stiles asked. He looked at you worriedly.

”(Y/n) you shouldn’t sit here on a cold hard floor. Lets get you to the couch.” Stuart stood up, he leaned closer to you, holding his hand out and helped you up, then Thomas wrapped his arm around your waist so he could help you to the couch.

”I can walk on my own, Thomas.” You said softly to him.

”Yes, but if you get a cramp and you fall and you hit your head or something?” Thomas tried to convince you to be careful. You just sighed at him.

”You do realize that that is not very possible to happen.” You reasoned but Thomas reduced to let go. He helped you to sit on the couch and then gave you a blanket, you had to snap at him when he tried to help to tug you in, insisting you could do it yourself.

Stuart had made you more tea, and Stiles had put pizza in the oven. You laughed at Stiles when he announced proudly that he had succeeded to make dinner for you all. It was sweet of him, and sweet from the others that they wanted to help you so much.

You all three sat on the couch, watching a movie Stuart had picked up, because Stiles would’ve picked Star Wars, and Thomas didn’t much care about movies.

You argued was the movie so realistic with Stuart, while Stiles was trying to steal pizza piece from Thomas, his body laying on top of your and Stuart’s legs.

Stuart insisted that you would keep the other guys aware of your menstrual cycle so there wouldn’t be any mess ups with that. You were interested of why Stuart had even started keeping a track of your periods in the first place, but he didn’t let you know much about it. Though you had an idea. He, like the other brothers of yours, was overprotective and worried. Every time you got a cramp, Stuart let you squeeze his arm, to let him know how bad the cramps and the pain was.

You had a one really bad cramp during the movie, your body hurting so much that you doubled over, your body squeezing Stiles in between of your stomach and you legs while he was still laying on you legs. He patted your back, telling you it’s oaky and it’ll go away soon. Thomas did the same, hugging you after the bad cramp.

”Aww, the movie ended…” You moaned sadly. ”I know what we should watch next!” You said excitedly and got ready to get up from the couch, but Stiles didn’t move from the top of your legs. ”Uh? Could you move?” You asked, but Stiles shook his head.

”You’re not getting up from the couch.” He told you and in the corner of your eyes you could see that Thomas and Stuart agreed.

”But the movie stopped! And I know exactly the movie which we should watch next!” You explained but you didn’t get anywhere.

”I can go find something to watch. You guys just wait here.” Stuart said and went up stairs to get something. You sighed and folded your arms pouting.

”(Y/n), you look so cute when you do that!” Thomas laughed and squeezed your cheeks.

”Thomas! Stop that!” You cried out. ”I’m trying to make a stand and you’re embarrassing me!”

”Were you trying to look fierce or cute?” Stiles mocked and laughed at you. You glared at him and lifted your body, Stiles falling off the couch and dropping on the floor. You laughed at him with Thomas. ”Oh is that so?” Stiles challenged, got up as fast as he could, then he sat where Stuart used to sit, wrapping the blanket around you so tightly that you could barely move and then lifting you on his lap. ”Try to kick me off the couch now!” He smirked.

”Stiles!” You yelled while you tried to fight your way out of the cocoon. Stiles wrapped his arms around the nice packet and locked you in place, only laughing at you when you tried to get off from the hold of your brother.

It was almost midnight when your dad came home. He closed the door carefully, knowing you all would be sleeping, but when he saw the light coming from the living room he wondered were you  sleep after all. He walked to the living room, but what he saw was beyond his imagination.

There the all four of you were. Thomas on your left side, leaning against you, Stuart on your right side, his body pressed against the couch’s back and his head fallen back. Stiles had you sleeping in his lap, wrapped in a blanket, your back resting against his front.

Your dad smiled at the four of you, then shaking his head, closing the tv where the light came from, then leaving and going to bed on himself.

4

“Let me explain.”
“Murphy, get the fuck out of my tent. Now.” You glared at him, waiting for him to move, and as he didn’t, you turned around instead, walking away from him as fast as you could.
You had enough of him.

Since the day you had caught him cheating on you, you tried your best to avoid him, and so far this had worked… rather moderately.
You appreciated the fact that he tried to talk to you, that he even showed up with a beautiful flower once – something you never thought you’d see John Murphy with – but you didn’t want all this. All this was just making it even more difficult to forget about him.
To forget that you had loved him. And that somehow you still did.

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Sleepwalking to You , it’s out of my control. ( Jhope.)

Final Chapter 

Why do we love? Why do we choose one person to spend all our time , heart and life on? Why do we put them before us, give up everything to keep them happy? Why do we do this to ourselves?

Honestly, why do we love? Isn’t it easier to lead life, loving yourself. That way, at least you can stay safe. Away from all those heartbreaks . No one can take advantage of you when you’re selfish. No one lets you live, when you’re selfless.

Hoseok stood in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection and wondering when it had all gone to hell. He was here, in a hotel room in Seoul, waiting to meet the CEO of a popular entertainment company. He had a million things to do before the interview, organize his notes, work a bit more on his proposal, and make sure he read the fine print of the contract he was supposed to sign. But right now, all he can think of is the smile that had been on Jiah’s face when he’d climbed into the taxi that would take him to the airport. She had stood there, dressed in flimsy white shorts and an over sized shirt ( one of his , now that he thought about it) and she had smiled at him.

It had been an odd smile.

Heavy with something he didn’t want to think about.

Right now he could feel disquiet in his bones, a sort of desperate itch that told him he should just drop whatever the hell he was doing and run back to her. Yoongi was back in Seoul too and Taehyung and Seokjin were out on call. She was alone.

She was alone.

Fuck, Fuck.

Why had he left her alone ?

He stared at the wedding ring on his finger. He loved her. He loved her so much but there was no doubt in his mind that he was losing her.

Why do we love? There’s always a 50 % chance that you’re going to end up losing the person you love. So why do we love? Really, why.

When he returned back hom, he knew that something irreversible had happened. Jiah looked pale as parchment, her eyes vacant pools of confusion as she sat on the couch, staring at nothing. It had been less than fourteen hours since he’d left her but she looked like she had been through hell and back. He tried to take her in his arms but for the first time in two months, she refused.

“I need to lie down.” She said instead, still staring blankly at the wall. He got her a drink, flavored mineral water and she sipped it slowly .

“Jiah, is something wrong?” He whispered, feeling helpless and lost. she looked like she was slipping away from him, like sand through his fingers. He wanted to grab her and hold her but it was like grabbing water. The tighter you held, the faster it fell.

“No. Why would you say that? i’m fine.” She said casually and this time she turned to look at him.

“i just… i’m sorry about today. i shouldn’t have left you alone by myself.”

She turned around then and gave him a soft smile.

“I didn’t mind. Being alone. It felt good actually. peaceful.”

“Yeah? ”

“Hmm. I felt like i was the only one in the world. No one else to worry about. Just me you know. I made some pasta. it’s my favorite : pasta. But I’ve never made it because you don’t like it..”

Hoseok swallowed feeling like he’d been punched in the gut. it struck him then that he’d never asked her what her favorite food was. Had never stopped to ask her what she wanted to eat, even. God, had he really been that callous?

“I took a walk on the beach and i didn’t have to wear shoes because there was no one to please or look good for. I wore my old plaid pajamas. I let my hair down. i liked that Hobi. I really liked it. I liked being alone.”

“Jiah…”

“But then, it started raining and I came here and suddenly i wanted you, you know. I got scared… don’t ask me of what… i don’t know. i just got really scared and really cold. I didn’t know what to do. So i just sat here and waited for it to go away. It didn’t. For a long time. So maybe, i don’t want to be alone. Maybe i’m not ready to be alone. I don’t know. Am i going insane?” She whispered.

“Baby, let’s talk to Taehyung about this… i’m not.. I don’t want to make it worse. … I don’t know the right things to say, i don’t know the right way to help you but he does! He’s been trained to do this, Jiah. You’re not alone! other people have gone through qwhat you’re going through right now and Taehyung has helped them… baby, just let him help you…”

She hesitated before slowly, gently shaking her head.

“I don’t think he can.”

“Jiah…”

“I don’t think anyone can. ”

“What? What does that mean….”

“I think … I don’t belong here anymore. it’s become too much for me.” She whispered.

Hoseok felt his throat go dry.

“Jiah what does that mean… ”

“I’ve been thinking of you, a lot. And Yoongi and Namjoon too. You guys, you’re so talented, so smart. You’re meant to be famous and successful and honestly, if it weren’t for me , you would be. All of you!”

“Stop it.” Hoseok whispered. “Stop saying that , stop…”

“Okay.” She said . “ I’ll stop. I don’t want to hurt you Hobi. in any way. I love you. You know that right?”

“Of course I do. I know… i…”

“But i can’t be with you. ” She whispered. “ I can’t give you all the things that you deserve. ”

Hoseok shut his eyes, tears stinging.

“Don’t say that… Please don’t say that… You’re all I want.. Just you, jiah…”

“When i think of you, Hobi. i see you in this big house. With a huge bacvkyard and like three or four kids. A pretty wife, who can keep you warm at night. Who can hold you close, kiss you without crumbling on the inside. Who can let you touch her without being reminded of something horrible and terrible. Someone who can make love to you…” She swallowed. “ that’s not me. I can’t…. i can’t do that.”

“Jiah, shut up. Shut up right now. We’re not having this conversation, i refuse to have this conversation with you…!!”

“You need to be loved in a way that I can’t love. I can love you but not in the way you need. All these years, I loved you in the way i could , you know : I took care of you when you were hurt, I stuck with you through the early years of our marriage, I paid for your surgery, I tried to keep you happy but … that’s all I could do. And that’s not enough. Someday , you’re going to thank me for this.”

“For what…? Jiah… what…”

But that’s all she says. Hoseok tried his best, during dinner and later in bed but she wouldn’t say a word.

For once, Jiah wasn’t the only one staying awake through the night , haunted by nightmares.

~~~~~~~~~

Why do we love? Love can make you hurt . And when it’s love that’s doing the hurting, there’s no cure. No soothing ointment to take care of the bruises on your heart. No painkiller to bring down the ache of loneliness. More importantly, why do we not fight against this urge to love? Why don’t we just decide , ’ you know what? I’m not going to love you anymore. You hurt me. You made me cry. You don’t deserve my love. So , I’m going to stop loving you.’

Why can’t we do that?    

If Yoongi would use one word to describe Jiah it would be this : Foolish.

Yoongi had grown up in the underground. He knew exactly what it was like to have no one in your corner and he knew the perils of trusting someone with pieces of you, of giving away too much in return of too little, of selling yourself too short and letting the world take advantage. Because he knew that there was nothing even remotely fair about the world you lived in. It didn’t take pity on you just because you didn’t have anything left to give. It took and took and took till you were a bleeding mess, till there was nothing left.

And then it would take from you again.

He knows it. He’s lived it.

So, watching her break down and crumble in on herself is like watching your own death in slow motion. Like a trainwreck or a 50 car pile up, with shattering glasses and bent metal, broken bones and powdered iron dust. It’s funny, the way Hoseok stands in the sidelines, watches her lose every single hold on reality , except that isn’t funny actually.

Not at all.

Hoseok is helpless and lost, he’s crumbling too and yoongi knows his friend is going to collapse. He spends every second with Jiah, and honestly Yoongi can’t relate to the patience and the calm that governs Hoseok’s actions. Hoseok is waiting for Jiah to make the decisions, when he knows for a fact that she’s bad at making them. If it were him, he would have dragged Jiah to therapy . It it were him, he would have forced her to talk about it. He would have demanded to be let in. He would have broken down every single door and dragged her out of the shell she was hiding behind.

But he’s not hoseok. Maybe in some forgotten dream he had wanted to be. Wanted to be the recipient of all that unconditional love Jiah showered on his friend but Yoongi would never let that dream bleed into his reality. It’s simple really.

Yoongi loves Hoseok.

Yoongi loves Jiah.

there’s a storm coming, he can smell it in the air. He watches the way Jiah is slowly crumbling and he knows that it’s going to end in an explosion.

And in a twisted way, he’s almost wishing for it all to just end.

To just put them all out og their misery 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Why do we love? It’s actually pretty simple.

We love because love may be frightening but there’s something much stronger than the fear of falling in love.

And that is the fear of being alone.

Jiah isn’t a coward. She stands on the end of the pier and knows that tomorrow, the world would brand her a coward. But she knows, deep down,  that she isn’t. She read about the Samurais. They killed themselves , not because they were too tired to die, but because they were courageous enough to recognize the end for what it was. She stands still for a very long moment. There are things she wants to say to Hoseok, apologies she wants to make but somehow, in the dark of the night, time seems endless. it’s half past three and in a few hours the sun will rise, signalling the start of a new day.

She’s not a coward. She’s just a woman in love, who knows that as long as she’s alive, her husband will be caged with her.

She thinks this is okay. it’s not too bad, dying.

It’s certainly better than living.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. She’s not going to die, she tells herself. She’s just going to swim till she sinks.

there’s a difference.

For a second she thinks about Jung Hoseok. His smile. His hair. His eyes. His fingers. His warmth.

“I love you, Hobi. I love you so much.”

And then, she jumps.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Why do we love, when there are better things to do?

“ Hyung…” Hoseok is on his knees on the sand, hair a matted mess and eyes rimmed red with shock and tears. There’s something wild in the way he stares at the paramedics as they try to breathe back life into his Jiah.

“Hobi, I’m so sorry.” Yoongi is holding him but it doesn’t register. It doesn’t make sense. Nothing makes sense. He woke up to an empty bed.

An empty bed.

Nothing else had changed . The bed was empty, the house was empty and now, at the break of dawn, the rescue boat had dredged out his girl’s body from the watery depths of the ocean. Nothing had changed and yet everything was different. The breath in his lung was too heavy to pass through, the sounds on his tongue too hard to get out and the pain in his chest, the agony was a living breathing thing that choked him.

“Mr. Jung Hoseok?” The paramedic calls out.

The look on his face is equal parts sympathy and apology.

“I’m very sorry for your loss sir.”

Yoongi is the one who breaks down, his voice cracking as he lets out a sob . Hoseok is frozen in place, in time , in his head .

He can’t move.

He can’t breathe.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The day goes by in a blur of activity. The house is suddenly filled with the police and doctors and his friends. Someone is always by his side, whispering words that hold no more meaning to him. He wants to go to the bed that still smells like her. He wants to curl into the sheets and sleep. Sleep and maybe never wake up.

 Sometime after noon, he drags himself to the bedroom .

Her clothes are on the bed. The closet is partly open.

He moves to the open door and peers in. Neatly pressed blouses and skirts. A small box filled with jewelry. Nothing fancy. He’s never bought her jewelry. Or taken her out on a date. He’s never given her any of the things that she had wanted.

It was unbelievable but they had spent seven years in love with each other and not done a single fucking thing about it. 

And now it was all over. it was all over and here he was, on his knees in front of her closet, bawling his eyes out because he was just an idiot who did not know how to hold on to the thing he had loved the most. 

 I killed her, i he thinks with clarity. I stood here, being a coward, always hesitating, always waiting for her to take the first step  and look now… 

He stares at the clothes and his eyes catch on a small brown paperbag , hidden in the confines of the dark closet. He reaches for it blindly and the package that falls out , makes him freeze.

It’s a tiny little onesie, the kind worn by a newborn baby. He stares at it, his heart refusing to accept or acknowledge what his mind is telling him.

His legs go numb as he slowly sinks to the floor and cradles the fabric .

“She was pregnant.” Yoongi’s voice comes from the door and Hoseok looks up , lost and confused and disoriented.

“Wh-What?”

“Before you divorced. She got pregnant but she… lost the baby. She must’ve bought this to tell you…” Yoongi looks worse than him and Hoseok shuts his eyes as the pain behind his skull becomes unbearable till his vision clouds and he blacks out. 

~~~~~~~~~

It’s 3. Am and Hoseok sits on the floor of the small workshop, watching Yoongi as he carefully works on the bit of wood on the worktable. 

It’s a macabre project, a tiny little coffin , for a baby that no one had held, loved or named. Hobi held the small piece of cloth to his heart, his mind fractured into bits and pieces that felt like they would never be whole again.

Yoongi is quiet, tears streaming silently down his face while Hoseok talks.

“Yoongi, you know what the problem was? Jiah was just this incredibly selfless girl in this incredibly selfish world. Right from he day i met her, she never once thought about herself. ” Hoseok whispered.

“Hoseok… ”

“It’s not her fault, is it? That she was surrounded by assholes? I mean…look at me Yoongi. What have I ever even done for her really? I didn’t love her the way she wanted to be loved. Always second guessing everything…A fucking coward, that’s what I was! i should have pulled her into my arms, years ago.Instead, I just dragged it out… made her miserable in more ways than i can count. It’s not fair hyung… she shouldn’t have left me in debt like this… when do i repay her for all that she’s done for me hyung? i was going to make her happy hyung…” He choked out, tears streaking down his face.“ I was going to make her happy, i promise. I was going to take her to Macau. There’s a cafe there, with dogs. I was going to propose to her there….You have to believe me hyung”

He took deep shuddering breaths.

“Do you believe me , hyung?” He sounded like a broken child and Yoongi felt his throat constrict. He had to be strong for Hoseok, he told himself. He couldn’t afford to go to pieces with him. He really couldn’t, 

“i believe you hobi.. i believe you…” He whispered. 

“I was going to make love to her on the beach. Kiss her in the rain. I was… was going to carry her in my arms, lay at her feet for the rest of my life. I wanted to make her my queen hyung. …”

Yoongi is tired. His eyes burn from not sleeping for over two days. From keeping watch over Hoseok. 

“And when she got pregnant, I was going to make her all her favorite foods. I imagined her waking me up at one in the morning craving something absolutely ridculous…” He laughed suddenly, “ you know her hyung, she’s so short tempered. Can you imagine how she would have been pregnant? She would have made my life so miserable, hyung… She would have…” He stopped, gripping the baby’s dress harder and sobbing into it.

Yoongi came around, sinking to the floor next to him and hugging him tight, arms wrapped around him as they rocked back and forth on the saw dust covered floor.

“She’ll never forgive me , hyung…” He choked. “ I let her die, hyung. I let my baby die… how would she ever forgive me…??!”

“Hobi… don’t cry.. please don’t cry…”

“Did she hate me hyung…? Is that why she left us? Am I the reason she’s gone?”

“No… Hobi, hey.. kid, look at me… She loved you. She was just… ” Yoongi didn’t have the words that Hobi needed to her and he stopped, his own heart breaking into a billion pieces .

“I want her back, hyung. Please hyung, you’ve helped me so much. Please hyung, make this stop. Please make this stop. It feels like this pain won’t ever stop hyung, please make it stop…”

And Yoongi held him tighter, staring out into the dark , starless night. He had no answers for Hoseok except this :

They had all loved Jiah.

They had all cared for her.

But not in the way she had needed.

Later, they dug a shallow, tiny grave on the shores of the ocean. Hoseok kissed the little dress and folded it into the coffin .

“Appa is so sorry, baby.” Hoseok whispered, kissing the cold hard wood as he lowered the little box into the crude little grave.

Why do we love, when there are so many less painful ways to die?

Three weeks later, Jung Hoseok dies in an accident off the coast of Jeju Do. 

The police rule it an accident , that he had accidentally driven off the road. His friends don’t talk about the alternative. 

Besides , they don’t know if it was a suicide.

Yoongi doesn’t know either. But he knows that his friend is at peace. In his head, he sees Hoseok and Jiah in a better world, a more selfless world . The kind of world they belonged in. The real world was too unkind to the both of them. So maybe , there was an afterlife.

Yoongi is an atheist but he thinks that Hobi is with Jiah now.

Deep down , something tells him that Hobi is in a much , much better place.

He finds himself standing on the edge of the cliff, over looking the sea.

“I hope you’re happy kids.” He whispers.

The wind catches his words and carries it far away.

How far, he doesn’t know. Maybe it carried those words to another world, where Hobi and Jiah stand hand in hand and finally happy, loving each other the way they never got to. 

Yoongi stares at the waves, as they come back to kiss the shore, again and again, no matter how many times they are sent away. 

And he supposes that no matter how much pain love brings into the world, no matter how many people die over it, no matter how much heartbreak there is, people will always  fall in love. 

Like the waves, we’ll always come back to love. 

THE END.

AUTHOR’S NOTE : I’M SO SORRY. 

I Like You ⟪Part II⟫ » Jack Maynard

Request: 2/2 but she doesn’t want to be in a relationship with Jack because they are both young and since she can’t do things Jack like (clubbing or going on vacation) she doesn’t want to take that away from him but he says it doesn’t matter as long as they are together? Please and thank you!


“Y-you what?” You asked shocked.

“I like you.” He grinned. He liked you. Your crush liked you. Your mind was numb and Kendall’s stirring in your arms brought you back to reality.

“I-I’m sorry, Jack. Can we talk about this later?” You questioned. His face fell and the smile you loved was wiped off his face.

“Yeah, sure!” He smiled weakly and left the room. You sighed dejectedly but continued cradling your sister to sleep. You liked Jack too but you couldn’t do the things people your age would do and you didn’t want to stop him going out with his friends or go on a lad’s holiday. You couldn’t do that to him. He would find someone else.

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the city is a self-contained
wilderness,
a different sort of beast. one you
might grab by the horns only
with the hope of
wrenching one free to use as a weapon,
because you know, you know, this
city cannot be tamed.
this city will not love you
even if you feed it (it
will not hesitate to bite the hand that does),
and there will be nothing fair
or equal
or romantic about the way
you trip on the sidewalks and miss
your train at midnight,
or the way it rains.
it will not pause before trapping
you between its jaws,
shaking until you scream “betrayal,”
but of course it won’t be,
because the city is a self-contained wilderness
and you knew this
when you tried to hold it between
your arms
instead of slits of dusk and sky.
—  and in the half-light you’d swear the sidewalk had teeth // j.a.s
Avenging Angel: Part 13

Summary: You’ve spent the last five years on a dangerous mission to solve the crime that wrongly imprisoned your father. When the Winchesters find you half-frozen on the side of a mountain, they make it their own mission to save your life and make sure you stay alive. But after five years of uncovering horribly dark secrets, you’ve learned not to trust anyone. Especially people who seem like they have good intentions.

Word Count: 1670

Warnings: None

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“I love you, sweetheart,” your mother whispered. “Never forget that.”

“What’s wrong, mommy?”

“Nothing, baby. Everything is going to be perfect, I promise you.”

You sat up in your bed and looked at your mother’s gorgeous face in all of your six-year-old seriousness. “Mommy, you’re scaring me.”

She pulled you into her arms, squeezing you tightly like she did whenever you woke her up after having a nightmare. “Promise me that you’ll be good for daddy, okay?”

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