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Letter to Park Jimin

Originally posted by park-jimizzle

Genre : Angst

Summary : Jimin never thought of receiving a letter from his best friend and he never thought it was the last letter from you.

Words : 5.2k

Warning : Mention of death and some curse words

The ‘click’ sounds of the door breaks the silence of the house. It’s been a week since the house owner left. Since then, there’s no one came until today. As the doorknob being pushed, the door cracks and the sounds filled up every nook and cranny replace the emptiness of the house.

A huge sigh came out from the lass’s mouth. “It takes times to tidy up. Let’s go!” the lad turned to face her cheerful face before nodding his head. How she managed to withstand the pain? She must be the one that hurt the most since she’s closer to you than he is.

The house never failed to awe him. Being an artistic person you are; this house is one of a kind. The neat arrangement of the furniture, several eye-catching of painting hanging against the wall and some beautiful decoration brighten up the simple yet elegant house.

You got a sense of art as the design and the decoration of the house is officially made by yourself.

The whiff of lemon cinnamon fragrant, still lingering in the house even though the owner is no longer there. The lad took a deep breath as he felt your presence here.

“She likes this fragrance. She never changes the perfume until now” a soft voice snapped his mind. A smile crept on her soft delicate lips as she stretched out her hands to him while holding a bottle of perfume.

“You might need this.” She hands out a medium sized box to him before pace away from the living room. He walks to a wide cabinet placed by the sliding door.  There’s a small replica of violin, piano and guitar as well as three frames of pictures placed in the middle of the cabinet’s top.

His big eyes crept from a picture to another picture. The picture of a happy family, a graduation photo and the last picture catch his attention. There’s a glint of sorrowful in his eyes, staring at the pictures fondly. A delight smile plastered on their cheerful face who just graduate from their high school. They were closed to each other, very closed. They are his longtime best friend.

There’s himself, her and… Y/N.


“It’s your fault, Eun Youngae”

He nudged the lass with his shoulder as they had to rise up their hands upwards. She rolled her eyes as well her mouth crooked from side to side. “Not mine! It’s yours, Park Jimin”

Both of them started to push each other using their shoulder without even care that they’re having a punishment. It stops until an unfamiliar girl walked passed them with Miss Hwang. Jimin followed Youngae’s gaze on the lad as you walk into their classroom.

“He’s new student isn’t?” He turned to her while mumbling. In a sudden, their ‘date’ was interrupted by lass who are suddenly stood beside the squishy-like boy, Park Jimin. Both of Jimin and Youngae confused with the sudden lass’s presence.

“I left my History books, so that’s why I’m here” You began to explain your sudden presence as both of them looked at you with a confused face glued to each other faces. She nodded a little; understand your words.

“Like seriously? You’re the new student. Mr.Gong is always like that. He never cares. That’s why he never married!” she snorts hardly while moving her body left to right to reduce the numbness in her legs.

She tilted her head, facing you standing beside Jimin. “By the way, I’m Eun Youngae. Nice to meet you?” she stretch out her hands towards you. You replied it by grasping her hand into yours and started to shake hands.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you too. “Your eyes lay on the squishy-like lad who seems quiet since you are there. Youngae nudged him as her mouth snout towards your direction; giving a sign for Jimin to greet you and stop being such a snobbish brat.

“I’m Jimin. Park Jimin” he hand out his hands to greet you with a sweet smile curled on his lips. “Stand properly! Rise up your hand!” A deep hoarse voice startled them, as they automatically straighten their standing position.

The silence was break when Youngae started to giggle, feeling funny on what happened just now. It was like a wave, as you started to giggle and Jimin was the last to respond it. That day, their friendship existed without they even noticed.


A soft delicate yet loud voice snapped his mind from his delusion. As he heard her voices sounds anxious, he quickly run into a bedroom and sees Youngae standing beside a study table, looking at him with an unreadable expression on her face.

She pointed out her fingers towards the study table. “Y/N, she wants you to read that” she said in trembling voices. Tears glistened in her eyes. He can’t stand looking at her tearful face as he looks away.

There’s many crumpled paper filled up the small dustbin beside the table meanwhile, some paper scattered on the table, around the dustbin. As long he known you, you are hygienic person that would never left your house in a horrible mess especially your room. The only place, you can find calmness in your life.

He has hatred feelings of insanitary. What actually happened to you? A question lingered in his mind, for a week; a painful week. It left him without a reasonable answer that would clear up his confusion. His eyes riveted to a plain white letter with a several red tint. The letter; she found it on the table and you wants him to read it.

His fingers moved slowly towards the table, taking the letter that provides an answer for his unexplainable question. The blood stained letter.

The Forgotten Past

Y/N and Youngae turned their head synchronize towards a lad who is pulling a chair from the table before landing his butt on the chair. A contented smile on his cheerful, boyishly face looking at them as his eyeball going to pop out. You know something did happen to him from his unusual smile.

“What’s up, Jimin?” Youngae greeted her best friend while sipping to her blueberry smoothie. He nodded his head, adjusting his seat before replied to her. “Great!” You discerned a glint of happiness in his voice. In a sudden, Jimin hit the table causing them startled; jumped a little from their seat.

“Jaemi just give me her phone number! Can’t you believe it?”

His smile becomes wider as he announced it. Song Jaemi is the girl that he adored since their junior year in the university. He had done so many things just to make her notice the existence of him and it seems all the things that he has done receiving a positive feedback.

Youngae scratched her temple, thinking about the unfamiliar name that he just mention. “Jaemi? Who is she?” she looked at him confusedly. Then, a soothing voice interrupted their conversation. “Song Jaemi. The girl that he liked since our junior year.” You breaks yoursilence by replying her question and tries not to look at them.

Jimin plucked his fingers. “Exactly! Thanks buddy.” He tapped your shoulder for a several times before facing Youngae again. A sour smile curled on your lips.

“Oh” she simply replied. As Jimin begun to narrate how she gave her number to him, Youngae took a secret glance at you who is in a deep thought, pondering while looking away. You had a distant look in your eyes and clearly weren’t listening to Jimin.


Y/N lost in her thought of the sudden news that Jimin announced just now. Song Jaemi, her brown wavy hair; framed her perfectly beauty face. She was born with a gifted pretty face, her humble personality and bright brain. Any guys would love to have her as a girlfriend. She’s the perfect package for someone who is looking for a girlfriend.

You had to admit she was undeniably beautiful girl and as a girl, yourself could never resist an attractive girl like her to become your friend. She is everything compared to you and that is why Jimin look at you as a girl but his best friend.

Yet, there’s no one could take over Jimin’s position in your heart. Even though you have done many attempt to forget about him but you couldn’t. You supposedly make yourself falling deeper and deeper.

You can’t resist Park Jimin’s existence in your heart.

“Are you alright?” Youngae’s voices break the silence among them. Her eye smile catches your eyes at the moment you turned your face when your right cheeks touched a tin of cold Coke. The lass took a seat beside you against the oak tree at the university’s yard. You looks lost when she asked you that question and she knows your mind isn’t with them right now. She took a deep breath before letting out a sigh, looking into your eyes.

“Why don’t you tell him about your true feelings?” That statement snapped your mind from drifting away as you quickly stared at her face for a few seconds. “Do you remember when you intentionally stay away from me for a week when I told you about my feeling just because you can’t believe that I’m in love with him? I almost lost you when I told you about my feelings, and I don’t want it happened to me and Jimin. You know that I could die if I lost him away from my life.”

She gnashed her teeth. “Sooner, you’ll lose him if you let him with Jaemi.” You pretends not to hear what she just said as you took a gulp of Coke.

“I’m more afraid if our friendship ruined. I’m happy if he’s happy.”

She sighed before leaned her head on your right shoulder. “You know, if you need someone for you to tell your problem, I’m here. I’m always here for my best friend. This is why best friend is exists for.”


“Y/N, hold this for me.” She handed the cake to you, fumbling in her pocket for a lighter and the candles. She poked in the number-shaped candles on the cake as she begun to light them up. Today is Jimin’s 21st birthday. Both of them are going to make a surprise for their beloved friends for his special day.

She knocks the door for several times, waiting for Jimin to open up his door. Excitement clearly shown on their faces when they heard the ‘click’ sounds made from the door.  They begun to sing a birthday song as door opened. “Happy birth-”

Before they could even finish the song, Jimin stop them from singing as he went out from his house and closed it. “Thank you guys. I really appreciate it. I’m really sorry. I kinda rush now because I’ve a date with Jaemi. She’s going to celebrate my birthday. I’m sorry, I don’t want to disappointed you guys but I’m also don’t want to disappoint her.”

Excitement fades away from their faces as they heard Jimin couldn’t make it. You tried so hard not to show you are upset at him. You curled up a fake smile, said; “It’s okay. Enjoy you date! Happy birthday”

“By the way, thanks for the surprise. I really love you guys!” He went away leaving Y/N with furious Youngae.

“So, girlfriend is more important than best friend? That’s it. I’m done! I’m trying to make him spare a time for us, for you and you just let him go to that bitch. You’re so unbelievable, Y/N!” She rises up both of her arms, scowling. She gritted her teeth while clenching her fist and started to walk away, leaving the dumbfounded Y/N in front of Jimin’s house.

You were taken aback with her sudden leaves, running while holding the cake to stop her from went away from there. “What I’m going to do with this cake?” You furrowed your eyebrows, asking her in confusion.

She let out a snort. “I’m not in the right frame of mind for a party. You eat this cake by yourself or wait for that guy until he comes back which I’m hundred percent sure that he’s not going back tonight.” She blurted out while letting a sigh of frustration and walks away from there

You stared gloomily at the cake. “Happy birthday to you” You finished up the unfinished birthday song before blow out the candles by yourself.


A high pitched voice gave him a quite jolt as he leaned his iPhone against his right ear; answering her call. “Where have you been, Y/N?” She asked a simple question yet you still can’t answer to it.

“You better be here in 5 minutes. Jimin is here! You know it’s hard for him to be here by now since he’s busy with his ‘studies’ nowadays.” She emphasizes in a mocking tone making you to burst in a laugh. You can hear his deep hoarse voice in the background showing that he’s there.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minutes. Wait for me!” You pushed the end call button before stuffing in your phone into the pocket. You started to trot along the hallway without making any noise so that you wouldn’t disturb other students who are having a learning session.

In a sudden, you froze in the middle as he heard a moans echoing along the hallway. Your mind was distracted as you keep turning your head, looking for the source of the sounds. You caught a glimpse of familiar lass on the side of your eyes.

“Jaemi-ah.” Your soothing calm voice filled up the silence of the empty classroom beside you. Your eyes widen as your jaw dropped immediately looking at unpleasant view in front of you; Jaemi and an unknown lad is making out in the class.

Both of them shock as their eyeball going to pop up, looking at Y/N who is standing at the door. Jaemi quickly pushed the guy backwards, while adjusting her dress, straightened her ponytail. “Babe, it’s not comfortable here. Let’s find another place!” She pretends not to see Y/N there as she grasped the guy’s hand entwined to hers.

“Why you do this to Jimin?”

Your question stopped her. You blink your eyes blankly, staring at her as your lips slightly part. A chuckle came out from her mouth as her lips forming a smirk. She makes her ways towards the door while the guy rooted her from behind. She stopped beside of Y/N, putting her palms of your left shoulder.

“I’m going to hurt him more if you would like to tell him what you saw just now.” Her shoulder brushed your arm. Her words are echoing in your mind as your right hand clutching the brown-gold envelope hardly.


A blasting music filled up the entire house, came out from the speakers was loud and it hypnotizes people at there to dance following the rhythm. The dance floors packed with a dozen of people dancing crazily at the same time. It was like a bitchday party rather than a birthday party.

Girls are wearing sexy revealing clothes that can lure guys to be around them, as well as the guys showing off the bodies and abs. Except for those two who is sitting at the corner, observing the people at the party.

“I don’t believe that I’m fucking agree on your stupid decision” She let out a snort through her nose as her eyes wildly wandering the people around her. You are smiling genuinely looking at your best friend who is completely uncomfortable with the current atmosphere. “Jimin is our best friend.”

“But Song Jaemi isn’t.” She rolled her eyes, looking away from you. Today is Jaemi’s birthday and as being request by her, Jimin invited his best friend along to her party. At first, it was really difficult to persuade Youngae to follow you up to the party.

But after several attempts, you finally did it and she’s now with you at the party. It’s been an hour since they last meet with Jimin. He is nowhere to be seen. You felt slightly awkward attending Jaemi’s birthday. Youngae was right; she isn’t their friend but she is Jimin’s girlfriend, which means she’s a part of them. You stretched out your neck looking for his figure. Where is him?

“You better take for me a glass of drinks before I kick out myself from this hell party.” Her annoyed tone snapped you out as you tilted your head looking at her. A frown displayed on her face. She’s really meant it. You stood up, brushing the dirt off from your skirt. “What do you want?” You asked.

“Anything, except alcohol.”  You knows that she has a low tolerance of alcohol that’s the reason why she never drinks it. Unfortunately, they only served wine, alcohol and some juice that doesn’t suite her taste.  After asking her to wait for you, you went to the kitchen looking for plain water.

While waiting for the water filter machine to fill up the cup, you tapped your fingers on the table making a soft rhythm. You took the cup away from the machine when you felt a pair of arm circling around your waist. You turned to face the owner of the arms and it gives you a big shock.

Song Jaemi.

The cup escapes from yout grasp making the water to sprinkle around them. “Get your hands off from my body.” You keep pushing her away as she tightens her grasp making you waist throbbing in pain. Being the rebellious girl she is; she didn’t have any intention to release the hug.

“I want to give you a present for keeping your mouth shut” Her hot breath tickling your ears ending a shiver down to your spine. She leans towards your face and tilted her head so she could give you a whisper. “I just gave Youngae a drinks and she already attracted a guy towards her.”

You can’t believe what she just did. Your lips trembling as you tried to calm yourself from bursting because of her stupid mistake.

“Where is she?”

She pouted her lips cutely thinking the answers that she should give to you. “The last time I saw her was at the bedroom upstairs. I never thought that she is a wild girl.” She let out a giggle supposedly to annoy you. You tried to let go her grasp as you start your pace away from there, when suddenly she intentionally hit herself against the cabinet and fell on the floor. You take a look at her and the situation right now showed that you are the one who pushed her.

In a sudden, your eardrum catches a familiar voice yelling for your name; the voice that you never wanted to be here right now.


“Get out!” Jimin pushed Y/N outside from Jaemi’s house. All the people there, staring at them. Jaemi linked her arms to Jimin’s arms while smirking at you who is already fell on the ground.

“Park Jimin! What are you doing? Y/N is our friend!” A high pitched yet calm voice snapped Jimin from his anger. Youngae rushed towards you and helped you to stand up. She stared at Jimin with an enquiring look on her face.

He snorted. “A friend would respect each other and their significant. She is clearly tried to hurt my Jaemi!” Jimin freaked out, making Youngae to jolt up from her place. She is clenching her fist as she makes her way towards Jimin before pushing his broad chest.

“Now, you’re on her side? You’re my friend! I know you first before her. So right now, I want you to choose between me and her. If you choose her, this will be the last time you will see me.” Jimin let out his anger as he grabbing her shoulder and continuously pushing frontward and backward.

“That bitch that you love with all of your heart is cheating on you on some random guy. I can’t believe you’re in love with a bitch. Can you realized that there’s someone out there that’s love you more than her do.” Your face lightens up as you heard Youngae’s word who is defending you as well as she’s making Jimin realized that Jaemi is a bitch.

Jaemi giving her a death glared before trying to swing her hands on Youngae’s face, giving her a slap. A slap sounds awe the people around as they looking at them with their eyes widen. She giggled after slapping her. Youngae gritted her teeth, looking down to the ground.

The side of her eyes, she saw Jaemi who is probably mocking her. Her anger grew up in a blink of eyes and without she noticed her right palm already touched her right cheeks. She let out a chuckle as a smirk appeared on her lips.

Jaemi seems doesn’t satisfied with her sudden action tries to slap her once more. She tries to defend herself by pushing her but she felt her wrist was grasped by someone who is extremely strong. And it was Park Jimin.

A sigh of frustration came out from her mouth as she jerked her wrist away from him. “I’m choosing him over you. From now on, you are no longer my friend, Park Jimin” She blurted out before she went to you who is completely in shock, grasping your hands and went away from there.


It has been four day after the incidents and Jimin still doesn’t pick up his call. He probably hates me, you thought. Youngae who is cooking in the kitchen caught a glimpse of worried Y/N laid on the couch. The cough sounds filled up the house and it getting worse. She felt so worried looking at your pale face.

After that incident, you often get flu and cough all time. Losing appetite is not the usual for you because Y/N that she knows is the big eater among her friends. You are getting skinnier day by day and it makes her totally worried.

After a thousand attempts of calling Jimin, you finally succeeded as Jimin pick up the phone. He sounds like he’s drunks. “Y/N! Please stop bugging me! You ruin my life. Jaemi dumped me because of you! You’re not my friend! I hate you! I wish that you’re not existed in my life anymore. Go to hell! Don’t call me anymore because I hate you!”

A sound of beeps vibrates your eardrums as Jimin hang up your call without giving you a chance to explain. You shut your eyes, trying to find the calmness and to reduce the pain that you are holding right now. Jimin hates you. He doesn’t want you to exist in this world anymore.

Youngae came with a tray of fried rice and also an apple juice before taking a seat beside you. She hand you the tray before giving you an ice pack to lessen your bruise. “He answered my call” You suddenly blurted out, looking into her eyes. You grasped her hand and entwined to youre.

She looked at you with a sorrowful looks in her eyes. “Promise me that you’ll still be friend Jimin even if I’m no longer here.”

“What do you mean?” She looks at you in confusion. Your words stung her hear as you are going to left her. You tighten your grasped; it’s like you are not going to let her go. You bit your upper lips before lifted up your head to face her.

“You know that, he’s the one that I love since I’m here. He’s drunk. Please, go to him and take him to his house. He really needs you at this moment. She left him. I’m sure he doesn’t want to see me there. You’re the one that can help him. Please for me, forget about your anger on him, for me.” Tears brimmed on her eyes as she nodded absentmindedly. She took her coat that she draped over the back of the chair before pushing the doorknob.

“Thank you” You smiled genuinely looking at her. She took a turns looking at you as she felt so reluctant to leave him right now.

“I’m doing this for you”

The echo of coughing sounds started to fill up your house. You covered up your mouth using a handkerchief that she prepared for you. After the cough getting lessens, you took off the handkerchief from your mouth.

What you are seeing now totally shocking you, as you saw a blood stained on it. It’s the day.


Jimin sees a vague figure of Y/N who is tottering from the bed towards the study table. He can’t believe as he’s staring at you that don’t look as usual. The loose t-shirt that you are wearing almost revealing your skinny body showing you lost a lot of weight. Your puffy red swollen eyes showing that you have been crying for a long time. Dark circles around your eyes become blacker than usual.

Your messy hair as well as, tears stained and pale face. You are suffering a greater pain than he is. Seeing your worst condition, he urges himself to help you but his legs seems glued to the floor and all he can do is become a witness of his best friend’s pain.

You laid your butt slowly on the chair as your fingers grasping a pen and a few sheet of plain white paper. Your fingers trembled hardly as you are starting to write on the paper. You are in a weak state that you couldn’t write properly. You crumpled a sheet of paper one by one after you have written something on it.

You look pale and tense. You growled as you slammed your hand on the table, taking a deep breath before focusing on the last paper back. As the needle point of the pen touched the paper, Jimin look at the letter that he’s holding now.

To my dearest Park Jimin,

Hi, Jimin! How are you? I hope you’re fine. Firstly, I want to thank to you and also to our little fussy princess, Youngae for being my friends from the first time I steps my foot here at Seoul till now.

Because of that, I’m starting to understand the meaning friendship and I decided not to ruin our friendship because I can’t withstand the pain of losing you or her. I’m value our friendship too much till there’s a time I’m afraid of being far away from both of you. I really love both of you.

But since we’re entering university, we seem drifted away. My fear of our future gnawed away at me all the time. We rarely spend times together like we used to do in high school. Me and Youngae also hangout together without you and I’m really sorry for that. It’s not your fault. Please forgive Youngae if her words did hurt your feelings. She loves you that are why she did that.

About Jaemi, I’m truly sorry. I never had any intention of hurting her. I swear to God on that night, I never touched her even her skin. She planned all of it. You know I will never do that because she is a girlfriend of my best friend; the one that I love with my whole heart.

Truthfully, it’s been a while I’m keeping this feelings of mine and only Youngae knows about my feelings. I’m really thankful because God giving me chances to love you even you didn’t know. I don’t want to ruin our friendship because of my stupid feelings. That’s why I keep it safe until now. It’s hurt seeing you with another woman who doesn’t love you as much as I do. But if being with her makes you happy, I’m also happy for you.

I’m sorry because I can’t stop myself for loving you. It’s hard and every time I tried, I will end up crying. I know it sounds girly but it’s true. I want you to be the first and the last person that I gave all my love. And my wish really came true. You’re the first and the last person that I love really much.

I’m really glad that you move on from Song Jaemi because she’s not worth it. She’s a bitch that cheated behind you and what Youngae told you was right. I saw her with another guy, making out. I’m sorry for hurting you but I can’t stand looking at her fooling you.

Please, do tell Youngae, that I’m really sorry. I’m seeking for her apologize. I’m sorry for being a burden to her throughout this year. I’m sorry for not being a good friend to her and not qualified enough to become her best friend compared to what she have done to me. Please promise to me that you will take care our little sister more that I do. Promise me that you won’t hurt her and not being a burden to her like I always do.

I’m sorry I can’t take care of you anymore. There are many girls out there that love you as I do. And that girl is Eun Youngae. Love her more that you love Jaemi. I know she’s the best for you.

I’m sure if you be able to read this letter that’s mean, I’m no longer there with you and Youngae. I’m sorry because I left without even telling both of you. Bear in your mind that I’m always by your side through thick or thin. Because I love you Park Jimin and I always do.


Your sincerely;
Y/N, your worst best friend.

The sound of your cough that become worse from the time he started reading the letter making him cringe. The cough sounded sick, really sick. Its makes him to think that is the cough is normal. You are covering your mouth using your palm suddenly burst out blood from your mouth and through your nose. The blood scattered all over the table and also on the letter.

Your finger trembled as you rest down your head on the table looking at the letter. A smile curled on your delicate lips. Slowly, your eyelids started to shut and you falls into a deep sleep; an eternity sleep.

Jimin drop down to his knees as your figure slowly fade away from the chair. When he realized that you aren’t there since they steps into the house. You’re never there. He’s seeing you and it was an illusion of you; the time before you left.

“Y/N!” He screamed for your name on the top of his lungs. He regrets all the things that he has done to you during you last day. He’s such a cruel friend. Tears rolled on his swollen cheeks down and fell on the letter.

The letter that looks like you scribbled down crazily. Jimin crazily wanted to follow you up, calling out to you but it was too late. You have left. You’re gone.

In other side, Youngae is standing against the wall outside of room. She heard Jimin is screaming for you. She couldn’t do anything. Feeling sympathy to him making her no longer can’t bear the tears; tears of sorrow. She clutched a medical report which belongs to you as well as a frame picture of you against her painful chest.

Because of a letter to Park Jimin, he knows that their friendship is meant a lot to you.
Because of a letter to Park Jimin, he finally knows about your feelings.
Because of a letter to Park Jimin, he knew that you are no longer with them.
Because of a letter to Park Jimin, is from Y/N.

I know, I know, but the only thing I can think about when pondering all the BTS stuff about Magnus’ penthouse (besides the fact that they call it a fucking penthouse), is how many fucking couches, sofa’s, one seats, lounging chairs and other seating furniture Magnus has in there.

And Alec and Magnus are going to make out on ALL OF THEM.

Ok so first we have the black couch, which is obviously nr. 1, since it’s both the largest, and Alec has history with it, since he cleaned it once. (Although I think it’s a new one and not the same). Like, obviously half of all make-outs start there.

Then there is the blue one seater, which Alec is very fond of, because of the turquoise shirt Magnus wore so dramatically. Basically, turquoise is Magnus’ color, and Alec can’t resist him when he’s sitting in it. Not the most comfortable seat, but the elbow rests are low enough.

The yellow one is a challenge, because the pillows tend to move. But the arm rests are the perfect width for Magnus’ thighs to fit in next to Alec’s, so perfect for straddling. Once things heat up they need to move though.

There’s not a lot of free wall space in Magnus’ appartment, because he likes to decorate, but those pillars are all they need for their vertical make-outs. Best part is they can stumble from one to another, so it’s easy to switch between who’s pressed against the wall, leg hiked up, kissed breathless.

They tried the table once, but the table cloth was slippery, and butt prints are always a no-go, even if the butt they come from is an extremely attractive one.

Then there is this magical lounge chair. Like, look at it, it’s made for make-outs. Honestly, it’s made for sex. (I’m especially fond of it because it’s right next to the Chess Board, and in the Chess dating fic I’m currently writing they end up making out on the couch, and THIS ONE IS PERFECT.)

Alec’s favorite after the blue one.

Magnus realized Alec’s mission to Make Out On All The Things, and suddenly the furniture moves around! See evidence A), the flashy new red one seater, and the evidence B) the yellow seat that’s moved to join the chess board. I love this because Magnus alters his home according to his mood, and I am so here for it. (Also notice all the pillows which have disappeared for the most part in other shots? I’m thinking those were lost to the floor thanks to two giants trying to fit all their limbs on one piece of furniture).

After a little bit, they’re both kind of ready for a new challenge, cue all the other furniture.

They tried this once, but the seating was horrible so they ended up stumbling against the bookcase and then Magnus’ potions nearly fell. No more make-outs allowed. Alec still kisses Magnus gently on the forehead/cheek/lips when he brings him coffee after pulling an all-nighter in his library.

Their first movie together had a scene in it where someone wiped all stuff from someone’s desk as a romantic gesture. Magnus immediately warned Alec off to never ever do that. The first time Alec uses his desk to sleepily write a fire letter, wearing only one of Magnus’ shirts and his boxers, Magnus kind of gets swept away himself. He seats himself upon the desks, pulls Alec forward by magically moving his chair, and kisses Alec’s breath away.

Only Magnus gets to wipe his desk.

Besides The Mission To Make Out On All The Things, the biggest reason they stick around downstairs a lot, is because the staircase is not made to make out on. Shins, ankles, elbows, shoulders, everything has been bumped into the metal of the staircase at least a dozen times, while they try to make their way upstairs without stopping to kiss.

It’s the bane of Alec’s existence.

(Also, in the background, is that a spare bedroom? It’s not Magnus’ one because no reds, but it does look like a bed?)

And then, last but not least, there’s this one, which is possibly in Magnus’ bedroom, and which is just so soft looking and inviting, like honestly, it’s made for making-out.

Basically, I really love Magnus’ lair, there’s so much nooks and hidden places and so much personality, and I can’t wait for Alec and Magnus to have fun in it. And to write all the fic, because SO MANY POSSIBILITIES.

anonymous asked:

What do Sam and Dean do in this universe? Do they have jobs?

Sam is a fancypants lawyer, who may or may not be veering towards becoming an expert on and strong advocate for angel-related laws, and more specifically for angel-related laws that give angels more rights and protection ♥ He spends quite a lot of time at the firm he works for and gets compensated quite well for it. He’s managed to surround himself with people who are on the same wavelength as him, and he hopes to open a firm of his own later on.

Dean is a veteran who joined the police, but after some soulsearching (read: benign, gentle bullying from Sam) decided to quit and pursue a more quiet, less stressful life. He makes one of a kind pieces of furniture, which he sells for quite a lot (to his eternal surprise and some embarrassment). He also dabbles in car fixing over at Bobby’s, but that’s mostly for fun. Bobby usually lets him know when a beautiful old car needs some love (he likes to indulge his adoptive kid, so what ♥) and lets Dean do his magic.

12. Captive Heart, Captive Mind

Bucky X Reader

Summary: Reader had been imprisoned for over five years and cut off from her powers for most of that time. She is ready to give up when she is given one more mission by the mysterious group she has been captured by.

Author’s Note: I really hate this part but it’s a necessary evil and I can’t skip it no matter how hard I try. I REALLY hate myself for this part. I promise lots of action in 13-15.

Warnings: T/W Rape/Sexual Assault History. Jealousy. Anguish. Swearing.


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“STEVE!” I scream as soon as he pounces. Bucky launches forward to catch the brunt of his attack and I’m left standing topless. I grab the shirt off of the floor and yank it over my head before running forward to get in between them. There are feral growls coming from both of them as their fists pound into the other’s flesh.

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Grocery Stores are still way better in the south.

As you may have noticed, I am home in Kentucky for the holidays. Since I’m a human and have not learned to survive on sunlight and oxygen alone, I decided to hit up a pretty average grocery store in my hometown (meaning there are 3 within a 15 mile radius). This is a Marketplace Kroger.

I was not here in the middle of the night (though I could have been, the grocery stores stay open later down here for some reason too). No, it just appears that the gratuitous space in the country allows contractors to build structures that can hold more than 10 assholes at a time!

Can we talk about how the aisles are wider than a typical street in New York? That everything good is actually in stock, still fresh, and the people who work in the store actually want to help? They had a sushi counter, a cheese counter, an olive buffet, display after display of breads, a pharmacy, an aisle dedicated strictly to ice cream, furniture, and oh look:

More than one kind of m*ther-f*cking cookie. Look how many cookies are here! LOOK! Go to Brooklyn and you might find 3 kinds of cookies. 4 if you’re at Trader Joe’s. There won’t be mini cookies and regular sized cookies and huge cookies, there will be basic ass cookie options. I stared at this display for so long that someone came and asked me if I needed help. Yes I need help! I’m going into cardiac arrest because my feelings have way more flavor options down here!!!

It’s unreal. People down here are TRULY LIVING. I thought moving to New York I’d get the best of everything, but the truth is that some things really are much better in the south. Y'all won the grocery wars, hands down.

xo - Akilah