Summary: Your boyfriend is an abusive asshole and you’ve been trying to hide it from Lin and everyone else. After turning up to the Richard Rogers where you work with a black eye and bruised wrists you tell Pippa that you’ve been mugged, but you get the feeling that Lin seems to know what really happened. Lin gets over-protective and you end up feeling really confused. On a night out with with the girls you drunkenly admit to Pippa that you think Lin is cute, and Jasmine records a video messaged standing up to your unknown attacker.
(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.
To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)
Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.
Word count - 2226
When you turn your phone on that morning it practically explodes in a flurry of messages.
Jasmine: Hey girl, I heard you called in sick today. Are you still really hungover?
Pippa: Are you ok? I heard you’re sick. Don’t worry, nobody has mentioned the video. Hope you feel better soon xxx
Lin: Apparently you aren’t coming in today so I don’t get to see you? AWFUL! Feel better, we all miss you. I hope you’re ok X
Lin: Dr Miranda prescribes hot sweet tea, a blanket fort, and The Little Mermaid. Take care of yourself please xxx
Lin: If you need anything let me know. I’m gonna be near your apartment today and I can bring round supplies.
Lin: Hey I’m on your block, do you need anything?
Lin: Are you ok? I don’t think you’re ok.
You throw your phone down on the bed. It’s the first time you’ve switched it on in 48 hours since you called Alex and told him you weren’t well enough to come to work. You’re honestly amazed that you still have friends with how anti-social you are being at the moment, but you haven’t been able to face anyone.
You’re surprised that none of Lin’s messages comment on the video Jasmine put on twitter a few nights ago. A video of you drunkenly admitting he was cute, but you’re thankful that he’s choosing to ignore that. Or maybe he never even saw the full video since Pippa took it down straight away.
You head into the theater that morning, grateful that the bruising on your face from last week is now fading. You draw less attention as you walk down the halls now. Lying about a fake mugging had made you feel so uneasy and you were relieved that you could make it to the office you shared with Alex without having to stop and talk about it.
“Hey Y/N , we didn’t expect to see you today!” Alex called cheerfully as you headed into the office. Lin was sitting on the beat up sofa, his laptop in front of him. He jumped up from the sofa, seeming surprised by your presence.
“You’re alive!” He grinned coming over to meet you. He hesitated for second, and there was a moment of awkwardness before he smiled and pulled you into a hug. “We missed you” He said, giving you a squeeze and you held your breath.
“Yeah, I can see!” You said dumping your bag down on the desk and eyeing the pile of paperwork awaiting your attention. “Aww Alex, you shouldn’t have!”
“Oops, yeah sorry about that.” Alex said as he quickly cleared another pile of papers from your chair for you to sit on. “We’ve got 8 new chorus members starting rehearsals on Monday and so the paperwork is sorta piling up.”
“Nah it’s fine” You shrugged, “I’m honestly just so happy to be back, I was getting cabin fever cooped up at home, it was driving me crazy.”
“Oh so that’s why you were ignoring my messages then?” Lin teased.
“Oh, god I’m sorry, I had my phone switched off, I was too sick to focus on a screen.” You were so used to lying now, you were surprised at how naturally it came to you.
“I dropped round a couple of times to see you. Mark said you didn’t want any visitors but I thought I’d keep trying.” Lin’s eyes darkened slightly and he looked at you as though he was trying to figure something out.
“Oh sorry, um yeah, I guess I must have been really out of it. I’m sorry” You once again found yourself unable to make eye contact with him as you deflected his concern. “You didn’t miss much much tho, just a sweatier sicklier me drowning in a sea of tissues and cough syrup, you dodged a bullet there.” You grinned weakly.
Lin’s eyes softened as he accepted your lie and he clapped his hands, snapping you out of the awkwardness.
“Well! Since you’ve been ignoring me, Me and Lac have been hatching a plan for Ham 4 Ham today. You in?”
Alex chuckled to himself “Don’t say yes to anything until he’s told you his plans.” He gathered his folders from his desk and headed out, leaving you alone with an over excited Lin.
“Ignore him.” Lin grinned, “You’re gonna love this. Or maybe you’ll hate this, I don’t know.”
You rolled your eyes and prepared for the worst. Your afternoons were often filled with vetting Lin’s ideas for new Ham4Ham shows. Some of which were brilliant, some of which were not, and thankfully between you and Alex, you could try and steer Lin in the right direction.
“Ok, so how well do you know Backstreet Boys?”
You laughed so hard you actually snorted. You held your hand up to your mouth, still laughing. “I’m sorry, that was NOT what I was expecting you to say at all”
Lin raised his eyebrows in mock indignation. “ I would NEVER joke about the Backstreet Boys” he exclaimed.
Lin went on to explain his idea for staging a performance of Backstreet’s Back complete with choreography for this afternoon’s Ham4Ham.
“Look, if you need me to show you the moves then all you had to do is ask” you laughed
“Ha! You know I love the fact that you spent all of senior year practicing Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation in your bedroom, I’m not doubting your skills, but we had a run through yesterday and I think we’re gonna be ok.” He chided while biting his lip.
The fact that he’d remembered your high school Janet Jackson obsession made you beam. It was something you’d geekily admitted on your very first day in rehearsals with him. Why? Because being around Lin brought out embarrassing admissions of your geeky obsessions, and he never mocked. His eyes had grown big and his face lit up in excitement and and he’d waved his arms in the air exclaiming “Me too!”. And from that moment onwards you knew you were in the right place. The fact that he’d remembered this little detail strangely gave you butterflies and you smiled to yourself.
You held your hands up “Ok ok, so you don’t need my dancing skills then.”
“No but we do need some accompaniment” Lin smiled.
“Fine!” You said, secretly happy to have something more fun to work on than the piles of paperwork Alex had left for you.
“I’ll get the melodica, hey give me a hand will you?”
You gestured up to a crate on the top of the bookshelves in your office marked ‘Ham4Ham gear.’ The crate was full of toy musical instruments, a set of megaphones, props, and some bits of costumes. It had become more of a lost and found box of novelty items which Lin and Alex added to weekly, as each Ham4Ham got more adventurous and silly.
You pulled over a chair to stand on which wobbled. Lin grabbed the chair to hold it in place as you climbed up.
The chair immediately swayed and Lin put his other hand out holding your waist to stop you falling off. You gasped, not expecting his hands, you flinched slightly and wondered if Lin had noticed.
“Yeah,thanks. Sorry this chair is a piece of shit” you laughed nervously. You noticed his hand remained on your waist. Your skin tingled and you swallowed nervously.
You stretched out your arm trying to grab the crate which was just out of reach when Lin yelled “Fuck!”.
Lin’s hands had disappeared from your waist and you looked down at him, his eyes were wild, and he stepped back from the chair. He was staring at you. Staring at your waist. You looked down and noticed your shirt had ridden up above your stomach as you’d reached up. You quickly pulled down your shirt and stepped down from the chair. It was too late. He’d seen it.
“Fuck!” Lin said, this time in a whisper.
You looked at the floor. You couldn’t look at him. No, no, no. Not now.
“Show me.” Lin said, breathlessly. He was still staring at your waist.
“Lin, please, I can’t.” You shook your head in a panic.
He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth tensed. “Show me” He commanded.
You gulped, it’s like you had forgotten how to breathe. His eyes never left yours and there was nothing left for you to do but show him.
Slowly you reached down, grabbing the corner of your shirt, nervously pulling it up to reveal your stomach and looking away. Lin gasped, closing his eyes and shaking his head.
Your stomach was blue and purple. An enormous bruise covered your belly, your waist and stretched round to your back. The bruise on your face from the previous week had faded, this was brand new, shiny, and dark.
You forced yourself to look at Lin who was still studying your skin in shock, you felt naked and exposed and you pulled your shirt down. Lin still stared at your waist through your clothes, unable to look away. Wispy strands of hair had fallen loose from his pontytail and hung in his eyes, you noticed his arms were locked by his side, his hands gripped tightly into fists.
“It wasn’t a mugging was it?” He said quietly
You shook your head, tears in your eyes and you tried to hold yourself together. You’d been trying not to fall apart all week, but you could feel yourself on the verge of unravelling.
“Who did this?” Lin asked, his mouth open in shock, his eyes set in anger, He already knew.
“I can’t.. Please I can’t do this now.”
“Who did this?” He asked again, his face darkened like thunder.
You couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe. You reached out to hold the chair to steady yourself.
“It was Mark wasn’t it?” Lin’s voice cracked.
You swallowed hard and closed your eyes. You nodded your head and a tear slipped down your cheek.
“Fuck.” Lin whispered.
“Lin I’m sorry, I couldn’t.. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. I’m sorry…”
Lin cut you off, he started shaking his head, pushing back his hair into his messy ponytail with both hands. His eyes were wild and he began muttering under his breath, violently spitting out a rapid mixture of English and Spanish, the hatred and anger flashing across his face.
“Fuck. Fucking motherfucker! No I’m gonna kill him…Hijo de puta…Mark es un maldito cabron…I fucking knew it!…Voy a matarlo… Hijo de la gran puta… Es una mierda!”
“Lin, please!” You begged, biting back tears and trying not to lose it.
Your voice brought him back and he stopped to look at you. He saw the panic in your face and the tears you’d tried so hard to keep in now falling freely down your cheeks and he took a breath.
“I’m sorry” He said shaking his head, his eyes softened realizing how scared you looked. “I’m sorry.”
He wrapped his arms around you, placing his hand gently on the back of your head and you finally allowed yourself to fall apart. Your face pressed into his shoulder and you sobbed, and you felt like you wouldn’t stop. He stroked your hair, holding you together.
“It’s ok, it’s ok, que sepas que estoy aquí “ he said in a soft soothing voice. It was a while before you could breathe. You steadied yourself and pulled away, embarrassed by the damp patch you’d left on his hoodie. You reached out for the chair to sit down while Lin grabbed you a box of tissues from the desk.
“You knew didn’t you?” You asked after a deep breath.
Lin puffed his cheeks and sighed while shaking his head.
“I don’t know… I thought I knew. I mean, I didn’t want to believe it. I just knew something was wrong. I knew there was more to the mugging but I didn’t know what, and I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.”
“He told me nobody would believe me if I tried to tell anyone what he’d done. He said I deserved it. He said…” Your voice broke, you weren’t ready to go into detail yet.
Lin knelt down in front of you, placing one hand over yours, and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears as he spoke.
“You did not deserve this. I believe you.” He spoke slowly and gently. There was still a rage behind his eyes, but his voice was calm and soothing. You stared blankly at him. You didn’t have words. You smiled faintly and nodded.
“All this because of that stupid video” You muttered.
Lin looked at you puzzled.
“Jasmine uploaded this dumb video of us from the other night. We were drunk. In the video she basically recorded this big fuck you message to whoever attacked me. Mark said we were laughing at him, that we humiliated him and…”
You trailed off, leaving out the part where Mark had also seen you drunkenly admit on camera that you thought Lin was cute. How he’d called you a slut and a whore that evening, how he’d told you this was your punishment.
Lin begain muttering under his breath in Spanish again “…Hijo de puta” His face hardened and he shook his head, clutching your hand tighter.
“You did not deserve this.” He repeated, his voice firm and his eyes darkened.
You nodded silently and he gently traced small circles with his thumb across your hands.
You sniffed and wiped your eyes, breathing deep and trying to focus.
“Alex is gonna be back soon, I’ve got to get it together.”
You stood up and flattened down your hair. You needed to slip back into the role of someone who has their shit together. Even if it was just for a day.
“Y/N I don’t think you should be at work, this is too much.”
“No this is exactly what I need right now, I need to keep busy, I need to work, I need to not think about this for a day.”
Lin sighed, scraping back more strands of hair from his face. “Ok. But we haven’t finished talking about this yet, and you aren’t going home tonight.”
Panic flashed in your eyes. “If I don’t go home tonight he’ll know something is wrong. He’ll kill me! I think he’ll actually kill me.” Your voice sounded small, you barely recognized yourself.
“No.” He said with a resigned look in his eyes. “You’re coming home with me tonight. You are safe. He’s not coming near you again. I promise.”
Part 4 is coming soonhere! and then I’m gonna write some smut, I swear!
Jace knows his infatuation with his neighbor is kind of creepy.
He has been told several times, by Alec and Izzy and Magnus separately, that he needs to either talk to the guy or stop posting about him on Twitter. But that’s much easier said than done.
You develop a certain kind of intimacy with the person who lives in the apartment beside yours. With thin walls that accompany cheap housing, Jace could hear everything that went on in Simon Lewis’ apartment and vice versa. When Simon turned the volume up on his TV too high, Jace could hear direct lines from Ghostbusters. When he played his guitar, Jace could hear it. When he had friends over and he was laughing, Jace could hear it. He had a great laugh.
His crush had first developed nearly five months ago, and since then he’d been hopeless. He’d had a cold and was coughing non-stop, unaware at the time that his neighbor could definitely hear it.
There had been a knock on his door and he’d gotten up to answer with his blanket wrapped firmly around himself, hair unbrushed, looking completely disgusting because he’d assumed it was Alec and he didn’t care how he looked around his brother.
But Simon had been standing there instead, a bowl in his hands and a cheerful smile on his face.
“Hey!” He’d chirped when Jace answered. “I know we’ve only talked like, twice, but you sound really sick and I would’ve felt like a horrible neighbor if I just listened to you suffer and did nothing about it. So I, uh, made you some soup. I hope that’s okay.”
Jace had been overwhelmed and horrified with the fact that his cute neighbor had made him soup and that his cute neighbor was seeing him in a terribly unattractive state, so it took his brain a few moments to sort through it all and formulate an answer.
“Thank you,” he’d said sincerely, taking the warm bowl in his hands, “seriously this is so nice. Thank you.”
Simon had beamed, which Jace was fairly certain had healed him a little bit. “I hope you feel better soon. And you know if you need anything, just knock on my door. Or the wall, I guess.”
And from that moment on, Jace was smitten.
So occasionally, when Simon did something cute, Jace tweeted about it. So what?
It was all fine until he got a notification on his phone which read: @SIGHMONLEWIS STARTED FOLLOWING YOU.
At first, Jace’s idiotic brain had registered this as good news. And then every tweet that he had ever sent out about Simon’s face and his guitar skills and his cute Star Wars pajamas that he wore out into the lobby to get his mail came back in vivid detail and he panicked.
He frantically scrolled down his profile, hastily deleting any tweet that mentioned Simon. He was just starting to calm down, thinking that Simon probably hadn’t even bothered to look down his account, when a DM came through.
Simon had shared a tweet of Jace’s that said “Pretty boy next door is singing again……#blessed” and accompanied it with a message that said “appreciate the feedback, dude” with a laughing emoji.
Jace blacked out for a few moments from extreme terror.
He didn’t even remember dialing Alec’s number, but soon enough his brother’s soothing voice was in his ear, talking him down.
“It’s not as bad as you think.” Alec said calmly. “If anything, he might like it. They’re compliments!”
“Some people think stalking is a compliment.” Jace said with a slightly hysterical scoff. “He’s probably so creeped out, oh my god. He probably sent that message so that I would know he’s creeped out. He’s probably taking screenshots and sending them to his friends and asking them to look for apartment listings.”
“You’re blowing this out of proportion!” Alec insisted.
“How did he even find my Twitter?” Jace wondered aloud, realizing for the first time that he had never shared it.
“Well, Isabelle followed him. And she’s been to your place dozens of times, so he probably recognized her. And you’re always on her feed, because you’re both obsessed with taking selfies together, so he probably found you that way.” Alec sounded proud of himself for his deduction. Jace saw red.
“She followed him?” Jace hissed. “That makes it worse! He’s going to think I talk about him to my family and friends!”
“You do.” Alec pointed out.
“Okay, okay. I’m going to go talk to him.” Jace decided with a deep breath. That was the best course of action. If he avoided Simon, it would be a million times worse the next time he ran into him in the hall. He needed to fix this, or at least give Simon the option to choose never to speak to him again.
“That seems like a bad idea.” Alec advised. “Maybe take a few minutes to calm down first. Think about what you’re going to say.”
“No, no, I have to do it now or I’ll lose my nerve.” Jace said. “Love you, I’ll call you if I need to move in with you and Magnus, bye.”
And he hung up. He spent a few seconds messing with his hair and trying to calm his erratic heartbeat before swallowing his pride and knocking on Simon’s door.
Simon answered after a painstaking couple of seconds where Jace began to convince himself that he’d fled the country. He was in sweatpants and a yellow tee that read “Hufflepuff’ across the chest. His hair was slightly messy and something about him looked off, but he was still beautiful. He smiled at Jace, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Hey, it’s my number one fan!” He teased, effectively making Jace’s face heat up by twenty degrees. “You want me to perform a song?”
“Uh, I wanted to explain.” Jace said, trying to recall his improv skills from high school theatre. “I just, I know it might seem like I’m uh, obsessed with you or something, but I just tweet about stuff that happens in my life a lot so it’s not really you specifically, just…”
Simon seemed amused, his lips pulled into a permanent smirk. “It’s okay, man.”
“It’s weird.” Jace sighed in defeat, shoulders slumping. “I know it is. If you want me to delete my account and never speak to you again, I totally will.”
“What?” Simon shook his head. “No! I mean, really it’s okay. It was kinda…cute, actually.”
“Really.” Simon nodded, then cast his eyes downward. “And I may or may not have a Tumblr where I’ve occasionally posted about my hot neighbor. So.”
All of the panic in Jace’s body thawed and melted into absolute relief, shortly followed by ecstatic joy. He’d never even entertained the thought that his pretty neighbor might be into him, too. It had honestly never crossed his mind.
Simon looked like he was about to say something else, but he very suddenly pulled an arm up and muffled a quiet sneeze in the crook of his arm.
“Sorry,” he said with a sniffle, “I think I’m catching a cold.”
Jace smiled, already moving back toward his door. “That’s too bad. Maybe some soup would help?”
Simon beamed and nodded, already falling into step behind Jace. “That’d be great. And then you could tweet about it.”
“And you could post on Tumblr about it.” Jace countered.
Simon laughed, and it was a beautiful sound to hear on the opposite side of the wall for the first time. “We’re so creepy.”
“It’s not creepy anymore,” Jace pointed out, “now it’s cute.”
“You’re right.” Simon agreed, settling on Jace’s couch. “We’re so cute.”
Ok so I didn’t know where to go with this one, but I hope
you guys like it. If you want more of this kind of prompt check out Sidney
Crosby #5 by @drabblemesilly. It’s such a great little story! Enjoy guys!
Anon Request: newbie hockey fan here! *waves hello* can I
have a sidney crosby imagine? Maybe a fluffy/angsty combo where the reader is a
few years younger than sidney, so his parents and/or teammates don’t like her
because they think she’s immature or only dating sidney for the fame and money?
so sid’s all “yo, it ain’t cool to be mean to her. she’s my girlfriend and
I love her. so stop” and his parents/teammates learn she’s a good person
and like her in the end? thank you! ur a babe!
I came across your stuff (totally in love) and I'm just... a bit... confused... about you and Rob B? Like, how did that entire... thing start... ? (so many ellipses) (*「･ω･)ﾝ？
thanks! BUT I DON’T KNOW
so to finally figure it out, i’m going to sit down and actually go back to The Beginning and create a brief timeline wherein i try to work out what happened and when SO PREPARE YOURSELF (i’ll put it under a break for ur consideration)
Saw one of our images floating around Twitter! While it is cool for you guys to share the things we make, and it normally hasn’t been a problem before, we’ve had a couple people stealing things recently and taking credit for them!!
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I hope you all have a happy week and I’ll see you all later!
Mommy left because daddy couldn’t treat her right, it’s actually daddy’s fault for yelling in mommy’s face and telling her to get the fuck out and leave if she wanted to.
He couldn’t say that.
He didn’t want to risk his daughter hating him too.
See things were perfectly fine 4 hours ago.
He was working of course. working on a new song that he needed- no wanted to finish by tonight. His phone turned off so he wouldn’t be disturbed, he didn’t need any distractions while he was working anyway, if he wanted to get this finished he needed to be concentrated and isolated. He’d been sitting in the same spot since practice ended, which was about 6 hours ago, to say he wasn’t exhausted would be a lie, he was in fact beyond exhausted.
Yet even as tired as he was he was still determined to get his work done, get it over with, then he could move onto the next thing.
And by next thing, he means more work.
His original plans were to finish the song he was working on now then start working on another song he wanted to get halfway finished by tonight also. If he got halfway through the next song then he would be able to finish the entire thing the next day, then work on another song.
Of course, it doesn’t only take a day or two to finish an entire goddamn song that could probably be the next hit, or in their album if it gets accepted. It, in fact, takes days, weeks, months, years.
Took him years to finally release his mixtape, it could take him years to finish the song he was working on now, but you never know. Yet again he’s determined he knows exactly what words he wants to put in this song, he knows that the beat he created fits well perfectly with this song. He knows it so well to be positively sure he can finish this entire thing by tonight.
As focused as he was, his mind still kept drifting off to unnecessary things when he couldn’t come up with anything, it’s like as soon he went off track, or moved his eyes elsewhere besides his computer screen his mind would think about something else. He didn’t even know what that something else was seeing as the thought left as fast as it came. He couldn’t just simply put words into a song, he wanted his words to have meaning, he wanted the fans he cared so dear for to feel how grateful he was towards them.
The Fans, no Army, was just 1 of the things he always had on his mind 24/7, the feeling of not wanting to disappoint lingering in each members hearts. He wasn’t planning on letting them down, after everything they’ve done for him and his team.
For those, he can’t see, for those he can’t remember, for those he can’t personally be close to. He wants them to hear him, to feel how he feels, to speak and have a connection with him through his music. To share something he loves so very much with people that continue to cheer him on, even tho he doesn’t know them(Personally)it means a lot to him. That’s one reason he works so hard.
Another reason he works so damn hard is not only I himself and the fans, but also for his team. Believe it not he believes not everything is about the fans, nor even himself when it comes to music. He thinks about his members to, their dreams too. Jungkook and Taehyung’s love for singing, Jimin and Hoseok’s love for dancing, his leaders love for rapping, and his Hyung’s love for singing also. Not only he but his members enjoy the thrill, the thrill of being on stage, the beating in their hearts louder than the fans screams that proceed to make they go deaf, the sweat trailing from his forehead all the way down to his chin and the music, the music that they enjoy making. For them is also another reason.
Out of sheer anger and hatred, he also works hard because he wants to prove the people that said they couldn’t do it wrong. Wants to tell them that they made it, and there going higher, higher than the very top. Wants to grab their success like a pile of dirt and throw it right in their face, like little children bullying another child. Even tho he’s angry and his hate burns strong somewhere deep inside of him, he’s better than that, and if he ever sees those people again, the ones who looked down on him and his team, he’ll just simply wave and smile. The reason for that is because he’s at the top, and there at the bottom, he could just simply crush them, with the lift of his foot, stomping on them like they were just merely bugs. But he won’t, because again he’s better than that, he’s already successful, but his hatred doesn't just fade away.
The last and 1 of the most important reasons, is because of his child.
His daughter’s existence was in fact known among his fans, his entire relationship was known throughout the country.
He can still remember the day the media found out, sitting in the living room with his fellow roommates, eating the breakfast Jin had cooked which was always a bit too salty for his liking. His daughter only 3 mouths old in Taehyung’s lap playing with her little fingers, he can still remember the squeaky sound that erupted out of his daughter’s mouth made as he played with her while he simply watched the news. Then there it was.
“Big News: Rapper Min Yoongi, Also known as Suga from k-pop group called BTS debuting under BigHit Entertainment, only 3 years into his career and he has already been confirmed to be in a relationship with someone and not only that he was caught seen by a fan who took pictures of him and saw him with not only his girlfriend but with a baby! Is this baby his? The fan eventually uploaded the photo on twitter and now fans are demanding answers! What is Min yoongi hiding! More news on-“
His brain could only think about the words that had been said, he can remember how much panic he felt, for himself and for his group, Minhee to. The assuring words they whispered to one another after the news had been shared. The love and fondness, he loved her so much to think how far apart they are now, break his heart a little.
He and his partner, Minhee at the time, were not married, fortunately, it’s not that he didn’t love her but he just wasn’t ready for marriage, but his dumbass should’ve thought about that before getting her pregnant. Her parents, of course, wanted them to get married, but he and his parents politely refused (It was mostly him, he was rude about it to be honest but he hates her fucking parents), leaving her father frustrated and angry. In all honesty, he could care less about how her father feels, her father claims yoongi’s always been out for all the money that his daughter has, which is so completely untrue and useless he always just drops the subject. He still loves her somewhat, and still takes care of his child but music……his music. He doesn’t want to blame everything on his job but, music is one of the reasons why he and Minhee split up, and because he was supposedly more focused on the fans and work that he didn’t have any time for her, is what she said.
His daughter stays with him and the other boys only on the weekends, he only keeps her for 3 days and unfortunately on some of those days he has to work, which means sometimes she has to sit on the hard wooden floor that’s located in their practice room and watch them dance. Other times she has to sit backstage as they do interviews or on stage performances, she even has to sit in his studio and watch him type aimlessly on his keyboard. Sometimes he feels bad for her, they only have small conversations when he’s working, but when he’s not he focuses all his attention solely on his daughter.
But today, things just aren’t going his way.
His pale fingers went limp on his keyboard, his head snapping towards the door when knocks were heard. He took a deep breath and sighed, relaxing his body, he really didn’t want to be bothered right now, all he was trying to focus on doing was finishing his work. Who could be knocking on his studio door at this time anyway, didn’t the others leave?
“Who is it?”
He felt the words leave his mouth before he could even process he had said them himself.
With his words, someone opened the door just enough to pop their head in, that head belonging to Jimin. He watched as Jimin slowly opened the door and made his way inside, the light from the hallway brightening up the dark room more than his dim computer screen did so. He wasn’t really curious as to why Jimin was still here, the kid was probably practicing, he just wondered why he didn’t notice him here before.
“What do you want?” He heard himself say
Jimin only smiled shutting the door behind him, yoongi heard the soft click of the door and watched as Jimin lazily leaned against it “It’s nice to see you to hyung"
Frustration and Irritation are all he felt in this moment. He really didn’t have time for games, not to mention he couldn’t quite come up with anything. In his head, he was so fucking sure he knew exactly what he wanted to do, but being interrupted made all his thoughts fly away. He’s blaming jimin for this. Jimin was basically wasting his time and he needs every second he could get, if Jimin wanted to tell him something, he better hurry up because he can feel himself running out of patience. He wondered if his expression showed how frustrated he was because Jimin quickly lifted himself off the door and stood straight.
“Have you been here since practice ended?” He only nodded, moving his mouse upwards watching on the computer screen as the pointer appeared again from hiding. “I’ve been here the entire time, didn’t you know?” He found himself asking a question, which was taking up more time, the time that he oh so very much needed. Jimin raised his hands up in front of him and shook them along with his head, taking a seat on one of the beanbags next to his chair. “Ani, I’ve been here since practice ended too, but since I didn’t see the guys leave I thought you were with them"
"Right.” He said squinting his eyes when his computer screen popped up something about a software update, it’s been asking him about an update for months now, it’s not like he didn’t want to update his software, believe me, he would love to get rid of this annoying pop up that seems to even pop up when he’s working. It’s just that he’s afraid that if he updates, then everything will be gone, all his files all his music, it’s happened before too.
Jimin only sat still, quiet with his hands fidgeting in his lap. Yoongi didn’t mind him being in here, but he’d really wish Jimin would stop tapping his foot and biting his nails, and of course the fidgeting is what he hates most. It’s obvious he has something to say. So he decides to just get this over with.
He closes his eyes, let’s out a big breath he didn’t even know he was holding in and turns his computer off. Turning his computer off means he’s done, done for the night anyway, he still has so much work he has to do, he’s not even finished with the first song to move onto the next one. He just shrugs to himself, he guesses that’s just more work for him tomorrow then he had originally planned, oh well he doesn’t care.
He says this now but in fact, he does care, just thinking about how much work he’s gonna have to do tomorrow, he tries not to get stressed out at the thought.
He spins himself around in his chair and faces Jimin, who’s currently staring at him in confusion.
“Cut the crap, what do you want Jimin"
Yawning, he puts his entangled fingers behind his head. Jimin only hangs his head down, and for some reason, Yoongi gets the feeling that whatever Jimin’s about to say can’t be very important.
"Hyung……Minhee, she, she called me…"
Yoongi only rolls his eyes, he’s happy he turned his phone off, he didn’t want to hear from anyone when he was working, if he would’ve heard from her he’d be pissed. Pissed only because she would of most likely started an argument about something completely unnecessary. The love he has for that woman has been slowly fading ever since they called quits on their relationship.
That was when Nari, his daughter was 2 she’s 5 now.
Even if he’s thinking a lot about the situation his only comment to Jimin’s sudden confession is "What the hell does she want?”
Jimin smiles sadly at his words. “She wanted to know when we were coming home…” Yoongi moved his hands from behind his head letting his left arm fall down on the arm of the chair and using his other arm to combed his fingers through his bright blonde hair. “What does she mean? ‘when are you coming home’ is she at our house?” If she was at their house he would be extremely angry it’s not even Friday so she has no reason to be there, if his daughter isn’t there then he could care less about anything she has to say. He immediately felt his blood boil and rise up to his face.
“Call her and tell her she needs to leave”
The look on Jimin’s face showed nothing but pure panic, the venom in Yoongi’s voice was no joke.
“Ah, hyung you shouldn’t-"
"Fine I’ll do it” He shut jimin up real quick, grabbing his phone and roughly pressing each number, he was clearly angry he could still be working right now instead of dealing with something so unnecessary. As soon as he had dialed the number she had immediately picked up the phone, saying hello and waiting for his reply.
“Why are you at my house?” He tried to say as nicely as he could, but trying to pretend you’re not angry is hard for him, so he’s pretty sure she heard how irritated he was.
She huffed on the other side of the phone and he’s positive she rolled her eyes.
“Don’t get an attitude with me, I’m not happy to be here either.”
“Good, then you should leave”
“Believe me I wish I could, I’ve been here for hours waiting for you”
“No one said you had to wait for me.”
“You’re wasting my time, what do you want?”
For a few seconds, all he heard was silence, she coughed a little and made him wait a little longer before answering his question. “It’s Nari…..” Instead of leaning back in his chair he quickly rose up from his seat moving things out the way rather roughly on his desk his hands searching for his car keys. With no luck finding the keys on his desk he patted his body with both hands up and down holding his phone between his head and his shoulder until he found the keys. He was ready to leave if there was anything wrong. His anger quickly turned into concern, Jimin not having any clue what’s going on just left the studio but he assumed Jimin was getting his stuff.
“What happened? Is she okay?”
“I’ll tell you when you get here…”
“No, tell me-"
The call had ended before he could even finish his sentence "Motherf-” he decided not to let the word completely slip his mouth and breathed out instead, hurriedly putting his phone in his back pocket, rushing to leave he almost tripped as his foot hit the orange beanbag jimin has sat on just a few minutes ago, quickly catching himself he was happy when he found Jimin already ready to go with his bags as soon as he stepped out the room of his studio, without explaining he motioned jimin to follow him out to his car.
The ride home was quiet jimin didn’t ask any questions because he had felt how tense Yoongi was and he didn’t want to make any false accusations and make him tenser. Yoongi even cut on the radio and actually let a very stupid song play just to distract him from his thoughts. It didn’t help much.
Once they had reached home, he had quickly stepped out of his old car and made his way to the doorstep nervously fumbling with his keys, he was in fact so nervous that he even dropped them, twice.
“Hyung maybe I should do it-”
“I got it!"
Jimin had jumped in surprise at his tone, he hadn’t meant to yell at him he really hadn’t he was just so..he didn’t even know what he was talking about, he rarely ever yelled in the first place he even found his throat hurting a little. He would’ve said sorry for scaring jimin, but a moment after he had shouted the door opened.
“Where is she?"
Passing Jin her started to look around the house for his daughter, he headed straight to his and Jins bedroom first, the door being shut, he attempted to open it but Jin stopped him.
"Wait, she’s sleeping”
“I won’t wake her” He said coldly glaring as he looked back at him, he tried to open the door, but he was again stopped, not by jin.
“Fancy seeing you here”
She said smiling her voice even till this day still music to his ears, quickly taking in her appearance she still looked the same, like the same woman he had fallen in love with, but he and her both knew she was long gone, somewhere far away, probably dead. He didn’t know, but he missed her.
His face hardens doing the opposite of what his thoughts are hinting him to do.
Her smile drops hearing the sarcasm in his voice, not like any of her smiles are real anymore.
“Well this is my house” He finishes
“Whatever…” She mumbles quietly crossing her arms, over her chest. Here she goes again wasting time and not getting straight to the point.
“What’s wrong with Nari?”
"I said I lied okay…”
“What?” He says again but mostly to himself not sure he had heard her completely. “You lied, lied about what?” he continues. She looks down at her hands, and from anyone’s point of view it would seem that she’s feeling guilty for whatever she lied about, but he’s not falling for it, he knows her too well to fall stupid to her tricks.
He’s not buying it.
“Stop fucking wasting time and tell me what’s going on” he snaps
She doesn’t jump only looks at him sternly.
“I lied about Nari, she’s perfectly fine..”
Finally letting go of the door handle he’s been holding onto since he got home, he walks up towards her slowly. “Then why the fuck-"
"I wanted to talk to you..”
He can’t believe this, he literally can’t. "You called and made me come all the way fucking home just so you could tell me something? Couldn’t you have said it over the phone? it couldn’t have waited? I was fucking working-“
"It’s important yoongi-”
“So important to the point where you had to lie and bring our daughter into this?” he accused his voice raising just a bit, he could see jin behind him and jimin to his left, them both wanting to do something to stop the argument, he could tell they wanted to, but they dared not to.
“Yes, that important!”
“If I had asked to speak to you in person would you have come?”
“Like hell, i would”
“That’s why I brought up Nari, because I knew you would listen if she was involved, this is important yoongi so how about you listen to me for once in your fucking life!” she said yelling at him his face only inches away from hers now. He stepped back at her sudden outburst putting distance between them rolling his eyes.
“Fine,” his voice still cold even though he agreed to talk.
“Hurry up, I don’t have all night”
Jin reached out grabbed Jimin’s wrist and walking out to the room giving them both a small smile before completely exiting leaving them both standing alone in the silence.
“I met someone..”
He rolls his eyes, this is so stupid. He moves his hand to his back pocket, hoping to find his cigarettes there, but they aren’t he hasn’t smoked since high school but he had a sudden urge to start again.
Letting the thought leave his mind he focused on the situation again.
“So? what does that have to do with me?”
She lets out a breath and sits down on the only couch in their house, she waits to speak and again he think’s she’s only wasting more time. He’s getting tired, not like he wasn’t tired before, like he said he was beyond exhausted but he had something to keep him focused something he was determined to finish.
But this, this was just boring and utterly useless, he couldn’t even bring himself to really care.
“I’ll be in America for at least 3 months, with him….” she whispers afraid if her words might start something.
“How about you fucking stay there forever?”
“That’s not what I’m say-”
“Stop with the bullshit! just fucking leave! that’s obviously what you’re saying right?”
She stands up angrily standing right in front of him, her fist balled up to her side.
“No, yoongi you know that’s not what I meant!”
“It obviously is, you wanna leave, just fucking do it! Please, fucking leave! We’ll be perfectly fine without you, so go up there with whoever the fuck this guy is and don’t come back! we don’t need you-”
He hears it before he feels it, the pain stinging the left side of his cheek.
He was shocked but he didn’t show it on his face, she had never hit him, even when they were together. He would be lying if the tears in her eyes didn’t make his heart ache a little, but no she brought this on herself.
“Why are you so selfish yoongi….why do you only think about yourself, you don’t give a damn about how others feel.”
He listens to her words carefully, but he doesn’t even try to compare himself with her words.
“Your right, I don’t give a fuck, now fucking leave never comes back.”
His cold words pierce her, and he can see it to them way her eyes widen slightly and the tears in her eyes threaten to fall, but before they can she quickly grabs her purse and hurriedly rushes to the door.
He just stands there. In the silence, his body oddly cold even tho the house is warm.
She’ll come back, right?
He didn’t even mean what he said, he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean to say any of that, but his brain spoke instead of his heart. Like it usually does.
He sighs making his way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet and filling it up half way with foist water. God, he was such an idiot, he should’ve kept his mouth shut, and usually that’s not even a goddamn problem for him. But as soon as he says her face, heard her voice, he doesn’t know why but he just got so angry, even the thought of her made him angry.
He throws the glass cup in the sink, ignoring the loud clanking sounds it made, walking back into the living room him and Minhee stood in just a few minutes ago, and he lays himself down on the only coach they have. Staring at the TV, staring at nothing but the black screen it displayed.
He just wanted to sleep, sleep his stress away. Minhee would be back tomorrow he knows she will, she wasn’t really gonna leave.
Everything would be perfectly fine tomorrow.
7 am is the last thing he see’s before his eyes close, leaving him in nothing but darkness.
I’m Done! Tell Me What You Guys Think Okay?
If I Get A Good Response Maybe I’ll Post A Second Part! *.*
Warning! Potential spoilers!
I’m sure most of you have read or heard that a very few and extremely lucky people have seen The Last Jedi Teaser Trailer… well one of them (whose name I can’t find) shared some juicy tidbits through Twitter that could be spoilers. If you don’t know what I’m talking about you might want to look away now.
He mentioned that he saw Rey in distress surrounded by orbs of light. Take note that he didn’t say how many…They could’ve been just two or three.
Now this is why I’m gasping with excitement. I don’t know if these comics are canon but Marvel has published some Han Solo issues fairly recently.
In the third one Han Solo sees these orbs of light that are pretty much the souls of the unborn/dead. One of them starts following him around. Some people have deduced that it was unborn Ben having chosen Han as his future father and already forming an attachment or just expressing his interest and love for him….
Guys…if these orbs of light are following and comforting Rey in her distress they could be…wait for it…Reylo babies!!!! Lots of them!!!
Might I be wrong…maybe, but I don’t give a damn now!
OMG just thinking about all of these little souls choosing her as their future mother…I’m deceased!
I posted this on twitter a few days ago, and figured I’d share with y’all as well. Hope you enjoy. :)
You woke up one Saturday, the room was dark, and you had no idea what time it was. After going to the bathroom and getting back into bed, you checked the time on the clock on your bedside table.
“Oh my gosh, it’s already noon.” You said aloud. You rolled over to face Grayson and saw that he was still asleep. You began running your fingers up and down his back, whispering sweet nothings in his ear to wake him up.
“Graaaaaaaaay, wake up. It’s already noon.”: You said. He rolled over and rubbed his eyes.
“No way.” He said, sitting up. He opened the curtains and looked out the window. “No wonder we slept so late. It’s dark and rainy outside.” He lied back down and pulled the comforter up to his chin and started to fall back asleep.
“Are you seriously going back to sleep?” You asked as you started to get up. You felt Grayson’s fingers wrap around your wrist and pull you back into bed and into his arms.
“It’s raining. Let’s just stay home and in bed, order a pizza, watch movies all day.” He said.
“Mmm, how could I say no to that.” You smiled, kissing him on the forehead. You turned on netflix and put together a list of movies to watch. You ordered a pizza, and once it was delivered, you and Grayson started on your movies. You and him sat in bed all day, eating pizza and watching tons of cheesy movies, and just having a perfect lazy day together.
Summary: Reader shares a Birthday with Lin. They dare Lin to accept a challenge after a twitter war.
Word count: 1171
Happy Birthday to the genius thanks to whom I can do what I do. Love you @.Lin_Manuel, thanks for everything!
You tweeted and lay back down on the couch. Your phone was buzzing from time to time with people wishing you well.
Yes, you shared a Birthday with Lin. You played Angelica Schuyler in NY and though Lin had left before you started, you had gotten to know hin during his monthly visits at the theatre. The two of you had slowly developed a friendship, and you still couldn’t believe your luck to know such an amazing person. He was brilliant - when you first met him all you could think was: howlucky you are to be alive right now.
Suddenly your phone started buzzing like crazy. You quickly unlocked it and immediately saw multiple notifications from Twitter. Lin had tweeted to you.
Happy Birthday right back at u! Love u too, remember, today is all about you no matter how famous I am ;)
He attached a picture of you two, but with a moustache edited onto your face. You squared your jaw, smirking. This meant war. You tweeted:
Cheers to the Birthday boy!
And sent a photo of him sleeping on the stage. You had a lot of fun with the stickers options and decided to give him a pink wig and huge eyebrows.
This went on for sometime - neither of you were going to cave in first. Since he had a bigger fanbase, he had a lot of ammunition from his fans. You were just editing a funny speech bubble when you got a text.
Yo why is Lin asking for photos of you?
You read the text and growled.
Don’t send him anything
Hey play fair you cant ask Daveed for help.
If you send him one of those photos I know you have then youre dead Diggs.
You frantically opened Twitter and breathed a sigh of relief when you weren’t met with more embarrassing photos of you. Lin was doing a live.
“Hey guys, yeah send in everything you have on (Y/N).” So this was how he was going to play, huh? As you were watching him talk you dialed his number. You saw his phone ring in the video. “Oh shit it’s her. Should I answer it?” Apparantly his fams told him to do so.
“Lin!” You shouted into your phone and he winced.
“Happy Birthday!” He said with fake enthusiasm and made a face into the camera.
“Put me on speaker.” He did so with a sour face. You adressed his fans.
“Hey guys. It’s this nerd’s Birthday. I have an idea how to celebrate it. I’m sure he loves you all very much so he won’t back out. You guys give him a challenge, any reasonable challenge. Lin - I dare you to do it.” Lin’s eyes widened. He knew his fans were slightly crazy at times.
He whispered: “Oh fuck” and you smirked.
“Number two: how about I tell you what happened when we went to get coffee with J.K. Rowling…” Lin glared.
“I’ll take the challenge, but no stories please. I had embarrased myself enough that day.” You sighed.
“Okay. Are you in New York Lin? How about I pop in so I can see the challenge? We can give the guys time to think about what they want you to do till then.”
“Since I can’t back out, sure, come witness my humiliation.”
“See you guys in ten minutes!” You said and disconnected. You watched for a moment as Lin begged his fans not to give him bad challenges and grabbed your keys.
You arrived at Lin’s house. You had been there a couple times before, but there had always been a group of people with you. Now that the emotions died down, you started to doubt yourself. You quickly knocked on the door.
Lin opened and immediately swept you into a hug.
“Happy Birthday!” He said and you smiled back at him.
You made your way to the living room and he sighed. “I can’t put this off, can I? Maybe if I buy you cookies or something?” You shook your head.
“Nah. You were asking for it when you started the photo war.” You sat down on the couch and made yourself comfortable. He plopped down beside you.
“Let’s do it then.” He took out his phone and started a new live stream. “ Hi, this is me and (Y/N) again,” you waved, “and you know why we’re here. So go ahead and send me challenges, just please don’t be too cruel. I’m gonna pick one and do whatever you want me to.” He blocked the phonescreen from your view as you craned your neck to see what the people were writing. “It will be a surprise for you.” He said with a wink. Comments came immediately and as he read them, his face grew conflicted.
“What is it?” You asked and his eyes flickered to yours.
“Most people want one of two things. I dont know which one to do.” He looked hesitant and you could only imagine what the fans wanted from him.
“Do both of them.” He raised his eyebrows.
“You sure?” You laughed.
“Yeah I’m sure. More laughs for me.”
“Okay then.” He turned to the camera. “Here it is, the two things you guys are screaming for me to do.” He faced you and you waited, excited for what was to come. Would he dance some weird dance? Sing a song? Call Daveed and proclaim his undying love for him?
Lin’s eyes didn’t leave yours as he moved closer until he was just centimeters from your face. His gaze flickered to your lip and you froze. Suddenly he was kissing you. He put his hand on your neck and moved your head to a better angle as he moved his lips against you. The kiss was gentle - perfect. After the initial shock you responded and he smiled into your lips. Eventually you parted, needing air. He looked at you softly, his hand moving to your arm.
“That was number one.”
“What’s number two?” You breathed and he entwined your fingers with his. He looked down at your joined hands hesitantly and you gave him a reassuring squeeze. His gaze returned to your eyes.
“(Y/N), will you go out with me?”
“Yes.” You said and he grinned widely.
“That could have ended bad.” He chuckled and you gave him a peck on the lips. You turned to the camera and saw a multitude of comments coming in, fans screaming about what happened.
“Since I need a moment to compose myself, that will be all from me for today.” You told them. “Bye!” You got up and headed towards the kitchen.
“I’ll make coffee, you finish up with these guys.” You whispered to Lin and nodded. He turned to his fans.
“So that happened.” He said with a lopsided grin.
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