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Is anyone out there in internet-land healthy? Like, truly healthy? No mental or physical ailments? A perfectly functioning body and mind?

I am unsure if I know anyone that doesn’t have some health issues. I know a few people who have sporadic illnesses. They get to live most of their lives without too much trouble. I used to be healthy in grade school and most of high school. I got really sick my senior year. I didn’t know it then, but that is when my narcolepsy began. I try to look back on those healthy times and remember what it was like not to be tired. Sadly, I can no longer imagine it. It’s like one of those memories you can almost visualize, but the closer you get, the foggier the image becomes. It’s like your dad saying he likes that movie… “Ya know… with that guy that does the thing. THE MOVIE WITH THE GUY! C’mon, you know the one!” All of my memories of health are exactly like my dad’s movie recollections.

I have no idea what healthy feels like anymore. I wish someone could describe it to me, but I’m not sure it can be expressed in words. What does running full speed feel like? Or trying to jump as high as you can? What about chasing your dog around the yard and actually catching him? (Although Otis is surprisingly quick for a loaf with stumps and Usain Bolt would have trouble catching his wiggly butt.) What does energy feel like? What does waking up refreshed in the morning feel like? What does thinking without brain fog feel like? What about adding two numbers together without a calculator? What does driving feel like? What does meeting a new person in a public setting feel like? Or being nervous talking to a pretty girl you’ve never met? Telling a joke in front of a crowd and getting a laugh? What about taking a group of friends to Denny’s at 2am because it is the only thing open? How does it feel to live? What does a boob feel like? 

I probably shouldn’t have ended on that one. 

Being ill for over 15 years has robbed me of remembering these sensations. I can’t even properly miss them anymore because it feels like they never happened. I know they are all things I’ve done. But if I still have any memory of them, I can only see them like scenes in a movie. The sensation of actually experiencing those things is completely lost. 

A long time ago my fantasy was being a famous comedian with a loving wife, living on a farm where I raised corgis. My best friends and parents would be my neighbors and we’d eat waffles and bacon every morning. Vegan bacon for Katrina. 

Now my only fantasy is just being healthy again. Sometimes I play this cruel game with myself where I think about what I would give to be healthy. A foot? An arm? My hearing? My vision? A boring life where none of my dreams ever come true? 

Sometimes I think about what I would give to be healthy just for one day. And if I was healthy for a day, what I would do with that privilege. 

Most of the time I imagine I would catch the first flight to Florida and spend the day with my best friend, Katrina. She is my favorite person. The most loving platonic relationship I’ve ever had. I haven’t seen her in person for quite a while. We skype every week, but it isn’t the same. If I had one healthy day I would definitely head straight to her. 

In that day, after the world’s longest, squeeziest hug, we would go to Disney World and ride all the rides. See all the attractions. Eat all the junkfood. And as the sun sets, we would rush to the beach so I can see the ocean for the first time. I’d put my arm around her and watch the sun dip beneath the horizon. 

Since Katrina is a lesbian, she knows all the best gay clubs. I know I’m straight, but I’ve been told that gay clubs are far superior to the straight ones. I’d probably have a much better time dancing with all the bears. Bear and bear enthusiasts seem to really love me. They’ve been some of my biggest fans ever since I became popular on tumblr. I sometimes wish I wasn’t so hopelessly straight, because no single group has made me feel as pretty and desired as the bear enthusiasts. I’ve had trouble meeting ladies in my situation but there seem to be a gaggle of gays ready for me if I ever stop being pegged at 0 on the Kinsey Scale. 

I digress. 

As my day of health begins to wear off, I figure I would just snuggle with Katrina and watch episodes of Brooklyn 99 on Netflix. We both really love that show and I can’t imagine a better way to wind down from Disney World, sunsets, and bear dancing. 

I know I’d have to come back to reality, but I feel like with this new experience fresh in my brain, I would be able to refresh my memory on what being healthy is like. I could go back and live in those memories when times are tough. Maybe I could just imagine that day right now. Pretend those are actual memories. Use them as some sort of placebo memories. I don’t know. 

I usually like to wrap up everything I write with a bit of optimism. Sometimes that is harder than it seems. If you are one of those blessed with health and you are wondering what to be thankful for tomorrow, perhaps tell people you are thankful to be illness-free and full of energy. Run really fast and chase a dog. Use your jumping skills to hop a fence. Drive to Denny’s and order mozzarella sticks. If you have a partner, maybe (with consent) squeeze a boob. Report back to me and tell me how it went.  

I will be thankful for Katrina. She is a huge light in my life. Her smile is infectious and whenever I see it I end up smiling as well. She always makes me laugh. We can talk for hours and it’s never enough. We usually have to force each other to end the skype calls and return to our regularly scheduled lives. And even when I am a huge bummer, she still loves me just as much. She accepts me at my happiest and at my bummeriest. So many friends have faded away. Not understanding my illness. Not wanting to put up with the sadness that can surround me at times. In the years that I have known Katrina, our friendship seems to only grow stronger. In sickness and in health less sickness. I can’t imagine my life without her in it. Friendship seems too small a word to describe what we have. (It’s possible we even invented a brand new word to describe our relationship. Which is super corny and mushy and no I will not tell you what it is.) And to all those men out there who think you can’t have a platonic friendship with a woman, you have no idea what you are missing out on. Best “friendzone” ever.    

I am thankful for my friend Ryan. I sometimes go into hermit-mode and may not talk to him as much as I should, but he is always super understanding and doesn’t make me feel guilty for being absent sometimes. He’s always awake at the same weird times I am, and is great to talk to when things are lonely. Our love of technology and scifi has bonded us. He is amazingly generous and my parents love him like another son. He is family as far as I am concerned. I hope that I start feeling better soon so he can visit once again. 

I am thankful for Otis. He was such a serious puppy. I called him my little emo-corg. He was still cute as a button and I loved him to bits, but I was worried my little moody corgi would mope around forever. But eventually his ears perked up and he grew into this wonderful, mischievous, goofy dog. I know I don’t play with him as much since I’ve been in declining health, but he always comes downstairs to check on me. Thankfully my dad is more than happy to throw his fox for him to chase around all day. I can’t prove it, but I sometimes feel like Otis knows what’s going on with my health and does his best to take care of me in his own way. 

And I am super thankful for my parents. They have supported and loved me from day one. They always believed me even when some of the doctors had their doubts. They took me back in when I had to drop out of college. They have never seen me as a burden and they enjoy my company even when I am at my brain foggiest and can’t speak. I’d probably be dead without them and I’m not sure a thousand thank you’s could adequately show my gratitude for that. I love my parents very very much.   

Rainbow Ship (Part 2)

“Unique…not strange…”

“Different…but I belong…”

As Will walked through the school, the same little speech replayed in his mind like a broken radio. Ever since he discover himself, everything seemed weird to him. He felt as if everyone was staring at him. He felt uncomfortably different.

At his locker, the same folded piece of paper fluttered to the ground. He sighed to himself, and reached for it. He expected the usual monstrous drawing with “Zombie Boy” written boldly above it, but what he received today was something else.

In small print, many words scattered across the paper. Will squinted his eyes, and read them.

“Freak, idiot, monster, loser,” He whispered to himself, “Okay. Nothing new.” Will crumbled the paper up, and lightly tossed it in the nearby trashcan.

“Will!” A voice shouted.

Will whipped around to see Dustin, Mike, Lucas, and Max walking in his direction.

His heart thumped in his chest. He tried to keep himself calm, but as Mike took a step in his direction, he lost himself a little bit more.

“Oh no,” Will mumbled to himself.

Eventually, the party made their way to him before he could run and hide.

“H-Hey guys,” Will stuttered.

“Hey. Why weren’t you at school yesterday?” Lucas asked.

“Uhh,” Will started, “I wasn’t feeling too good. But I’m better now.” He closed his locker slowly, attempting to avoid the questions.

“Good to have you back bud!” Mike laughed, ruffling Will’s hair.

The smaller boy blushed adorably, looking anywhere but Mike’s eyes.

After a long moment of silence, Dustin spoke. “Let’s go to class fellas,” he said.


All day long, Will tried his hardest to avoid his friends, mostly Mike. Everyone else assumed maybe he was feeling sick again, but Mike knew deep down something was wrong. He noticed the way Will flinched when someone touched him, or the way he stammered every time he was forced to talk. But mainly, he noticed how Will went out of his way to avoid him. It broke Mike’s heart. Soon enough, he found himself quiet too.


After school, Mike rode his bike to Will’s house. He threw his bike down in the yard, and ran to the door. The door opened while he was still knocking.

“Y/N We really need to ta-“ Will froze, “Oh-hi M-mike.”

“Can I talk to you? Please?” Mike stared pleadingly into Will’s eyes. His body teased up, and he shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Sure,” Will mumbled. He stepped to the side, letting Mike enter.

They walked to the couch in the living room, and awkwardly sat next to each other.

Will played with his sweaty hands, along with the sleeves of his flannel.

Mike sat still, thinking to himself.

“Will,” Mike sighed, “Is everything okay?”

He looked at Will.

“Yeah! I’ve never been better! Why?” Will flashed a convincing smile. His voice was louder than he intended, but he thought it made him sound happier.

“Will,” Mike whispered.

He took a deep breath, and turned to face Mike. Will’s breathing hitched once he looked at him. Mike had his pink lips parted slightly, and his face was relaxed and gentle.

They stared intensely at each other.

“I’m okay, I promise,” Will said.

Although Mike did not believe him, he nodded.

“So!” Mike perked up, “I heard you have a crush on Y/N!”

As Will turned a deep shade of red, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head.

“What? No I don’t! Who told you that?”

“It’s kinda obvious! You two are always hugged up and stuff. I actually noticed that she was the only person to make you smile today,” Mike smiled.

“Mike that’s- I don’t- We don’t,” Will was flustered. He knew it made himself look worse, but he had no other option.

“You should ask her out!” Mike shouted. He gripped Will’s shoulders excitingly.

“No!” Will argued.

“Why not?” The light left Mike’s eyes.

“I-I can’t tell you,” Will said softly.

“But you tell me everything,” Mike said.

Will heard the sadness in his voice, and saw the hurt on his face.

“I’m sorry Mike. I just can’t,” Will said sternly.

Silence lingered for a minute. It made Will feel increasingly worse on the inside.

“Fine. Whatever,” Mike snapped. He sat up off the couch.

“Mike,” Will whined.

Without other word, Mike walked out of the house, and slammed the door behind him.

Good monster factory things:

- Freaking out over what one slider can do

- “euuuuuugh. uuuuuuuuuuugh. euch it’s bad”

- Griffin provides monster noises

- “Oh yeah absolutely are you kidding me”

- Justin provides monster voices

- “It looks like *adjective* *celebrity*!”

- Good amount of dog goofs

- When Griffin or Justin say something then the other loses it

- “WOAH HOLD UP UHHHHHH HEY ???”

when she was sorted into gryffindor, she was excited and nervous, because she was a muggleborn and wasn’t quite sure what that meant. but everyone was smiling and clapping, and she grinned at the sea of smiling faces dressed in red.

she was given a place in the boys dorm, and that seemed right to her at the time. but in her fourth year, she began to wonder if the out-of-place feeling she had wasn’t just her anxiety and awkwardness, but something else. when she realised she was a girl, it felt like she had blossomed into the world, to face it as a finished person. she told people that summer - texts to her muggle friends, owls to the wizards, and everyone was happy for her. for days she couldn’t do anything without the beep of her phone, or the peck of an owl at the window.

when she came back to hogwarts, and went to her dorm, she turned the other way. towards the girls dorm, where she had a place ready for her, picked out by her friends. she felt that same tight nervousness she felt when she was sorted, the pounding in her chest, the shaky hands. but she told herself to be calm. she was going to do this.

she put her foot on the bottom step. and then the next. and then the next.

the voice inside her head that had been telling her that hogwarts wouldn’t realise who she was shut up. she whispered a thank you to the steps, a small word that only the castle heard. then she ran up the rest of the stairs, a grin emblazoned on her face, new robes swirling behind her, ready to start the next year at school.

-

he was fifteen when it happened. he had been questioning for a while, but he wasn’t sure. he didn’t want to call himself a boy, not yet. a part of him was urging himself to just go for it, because he knew who he was, if he really thought about it. but he was hesitant, and didn’t define himself.

then it happened. one night, when he was alone, he was going back upstairs, when he slipped. his hand steadied himself on the rough stone wall, and he looked down to see what had happened. one of the steps was slanted, just enough to make him trip. it wiggled a bit, then made itself into a step, as if nothing had happened. he frowned at it at the time, and went up to bed, but the memory of the incident lingered days after. and weeks.

he remembered it later, when he sat up all night thinking of how he didn’t belong here, in the girls dorms. he didn’t want to label himself, but he’d been more and more out of place, and he knew who he was, really. when he stopped telling himself that he wasn’t.

it wasn’t too long before he told everyone. he felt like shouting it from the rooftops, flying over the castle with his new name on a banner. he didn’t, though. he just settled for casual chats with the people he knew and an awkward owl to his professors.

and one night, after he’d settled in to the boys dorms, he put a foot on the bottom step of the girls staircase. instantly, the bricks flattened themselves into a slide. he grinned, and carried on up to his new room in the boys dorms.

-

they always knew they didn’t quite fit into any of the genders they knew. they weren’t quite a boy, weren’t quite a girl, but they didn’t have the words to express what they felt. it was only after a few years at hogwarts (and a lengthy google search one night at home) that they learned the word ‘nonbinary’, and realised that there was a word for it, after all.

they decided to be casual about it at school. the people that they trusted knew, and some of the teachers. but it wasn’t as though they had a separate dorm just for them, so 

except…

one day, when they were heading up to sleep, they saw a door. it was on the stairs to the dorms - girls went one way, boys went the other, with a blank wall in the middle. except it wasn’t blank, not then. there was a door. they asked their friends about it, but just got strange looks in return. but every time they climbed those stairs, the third door was there.

the next year brought a new wave of first-years, and they joined a group helping the kids out with navigating hogwarts. they were showing a group the way to the dungeons when one asked them what the third door was for. you know, the one between the girls and boys dorms. they froze, and looked down at a nervous first-year who was, even then, getting odd looks from their classmates.

they opened it together, the first-year and them. turned out it was another dorm. the beds were made, light shone through the windows, and the whole room seemed to beckon, invitingly. the first-year was ecstatic, and they found themself smiling too. the pair of them moved in the next day, and began to set up their own little space.

after they moved in, everyone could see the door. and slowly, the dorm began to fill up. kids from all years claimed beds there, older kids who had been too nervous to try the door, younger kids who were thrilled that it existed. they were the first, so they were looked up to, and they were happy they had.

-

help will always be given by hogwarts, you see. even for those who don’t know they need it.

One of the main reasons why I rarely ever cross paths with people from the past again is because I’m constantly evolving, my mind never remains in the same state year after year, so our common interests are no longer the same. Therefore, unless you’ve grown too, the chances of us being in the same place is very small.

- Meggan Roxanne
Nine ways to find the perfect bra

1. Manage expectations before you set out. If you are the kind of person who will try on two hundred awful bras and come home without one and hating humanity, consider whether it is possible that you already own the perfect bra. Often this can be achieved with only a small redefinition of the words ‘perfect’ or ‘bra’.
2. If you do lots of sports, try a sports bra. If you live on a balcony, try a balcony bra. If you are falling off a cliff, try a plunge bra. In general, your bra will be much happier if you keep it in its natural habitat.
3. Check if the bra is perfectly supportive. A good bra should listen thoughtfully to all your problems. A really good bra should not only listen but also phone for backup when you are hemmed in by Ukrainian mobsters on the roof of the ruined embassy at night. Finding this bra may require accepting the starring role in a film of dubious quality, but it will be worth it in the end.
4. Can you undo the bra with one hand? Can anyone undo the bra with one hand? What about two hands? Three? Can anyone take off the bra at all? Are its complexities within the wit of humankind to comprehend? If the answer to all these questions is no, buy the bra. You probably shouldn’t try wearing it, but it may be useful to keep valuables in.
5. Get measured first. Make sure to include all relevant quantities. For example, a bra which is not travelling at the same velocity as you is not very useful, and a bra with a significantly different temperature to you may be uncomfortable or on fire. Never purchase a bra that is on fire.
6. Consider that the perfect bra for one occasion may not be the perfect bra for another. If you are stranded on a desert island, that nipple-chafing mesh will be super-useful for catching fish. Consider investing in that bra with too much padding and/or too large a cup size if you believe that you might be ejected from an aircraft without a parachute at any time soon.
7. If you are feeding a baby, a bra that a baby can eat may be useful. Try materials such as woven rice or mashed banana.
8. If that one great once-in-the-Universe all-purpose bra is a requirement, it is quite likely that it belongs to someone else or exists only in the past or future. That does not mean obtaining it is impossible: far from it! You may need to become an intercontinental time-travelling space pirate, however.
9. Above all, consider what you want the bra for. Too many people go bra shopping with a limited, breast-centric worldview. This is understandable, but unambitious. It is not unreasonable to expect the perfect bra to be one that has saved lives, righted wrongs or made significant academic advances possible. For example, a planet-spanning bra towed by forty thousand space cruisers to bring Earth’s orbit in line with that of Mars to allow for the final evacuation of the human race would surely be better than that cute red one.

lately i’ve been thinking a lot about the specificity of language. everyone always talks about how english has one word for love, i’m bored of that. i think a lot about how we have a word for a sign of things to come (portent) and how we have a word for freeing someone of sin (absolve), we have a word for a sudden outburst of any kind of activity (paroxysm). today my brother taught me wayzgoose: “an entertainment given by a master printer to his workmen each year on or about St. Bartholomew’s Day”. 

i think about this in a kiss, how we purse our lips, how we press into each other, how kiss is a small word for an action that feels big - i think about how we have french kiss, how we have a smack on the cheek, a peck. i think about this when we make eye contact, how we have “a moment” that passes between two people like an envelope, one that reads of more, more, more - i think of who gave us the names for obscure things. how shakespeare gave us elbow, and what did we call it beforehand. 

what word is there for the way your eyes look when you talk about your favorite thing. we have phosphorescence, the property of emitting light, but that’s not right. what word is there for how it feels with the floor against your back while you’re watching sunbeams filter dust motes. there’s languid, relaxed, but that doesn’t work. what word is there for how it feels beside your best friend, listening to them laugh, knowing this moment is a pocket that keeps all of the good things inside, one i will tuck myself into again and again, one i am somehow distant from even though i’m enjoying it: watching the moment become a memory i think of fondly, even while it’s happening. 

there’s kissing, there’s leaning in, there’s words for summer and fireflies in jars and fall creeping in. there’s words for leaves and the smoke in the air from breathing and there’s words for the fire of a sunset on an autumn evening. i think about how we made words for things. the oxford dictionary gives us 171,476 current words to make sense of things. how we let poets give us syllables for how it feels to fall into someone’s arms (melting) and someone who talks a lot (gregarious) and vast burning (conflagration). the beauty of language is we have a word for that until we don’t have a word for that and then poetry comes in. 

if i kiss you i think: portent. if i kiss you i think of telling you here is where our lips purse here is where my sins absolve here is the paroxysm of my heart. i kiss you and i think: what words do other people use when they need to fill in the emptiness of “love”. do they think conflagration, the misery of scorching, or do they think of slow burning. do they think portent. do they think of kisses as french or as just kisses, no purses or bow lips. when they lean in do they melt into it. when they love, is it just that? something specific? or do they mean “the spaces around this word say more than the letters i’m given.”

Fae vs. Fairy

Alright guys, let’s talk fae (the Celtic version).

There’s a terribly common misconception of what fae/fairy (and pixies) really means. On screen and sometimes even in books fairies are mistakenly shown to be those little winged creatures described as mischievous if not evil. That’s false. Those are actually pixies. The actual Fae (faerie, later fairy) are the mysterious nature spirits possessing magical powers, who look human-like but can also temporarily take up various smaller sizes upon choice.

But where do the Fae start? From the myths and folklore of the ancient Celts. The gods and goddesses of the Celts were many in number, and many unknown, but they were regarded with reverence, as having power and purpose, with various functions in the natural world. These gods were the Tuatha de Dannan, the people of Danu.

But with the arrival of Christianity, this changed, like most Celtic (and other non-Celtic) concepts. They were altered in meaning. Gods and deities of the old pagan ways were demoted to “fairy folk”, to heroes and remorseful warriors that change their faith, to lessen their power. Their pedestal of godhood and aura of mystery was strategically erased. They became enchanters, sorcerers, which obviously had evil connotations in Christian perception. In Daemonologie, King James associated fairies with demonic entities. Eventually even this imagery of the magical enchanters was further demoted to what is now most commonly known as that of the pixies: in other words, something small, harmless, powerless, a troublesome spirit that nobody cares to bother with anymore.

So in this sense, fae/faerie/faery refers to the ancient idea of what they stood for, the original one (gods, Tuatha de Dannan, powerful magical spirits); whereas fairy is the more modern one mistaken for pixies (small, harmless, mischievous).

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ink-stained skin // reggie mantle soulmate au

Ink-stained Skin

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Summary: Reggie attempts to contact his soulmate through words written on his skin. (Y/N) attempts to push her soulmate away.

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(Y/N) sighed as the writing appeared on her skin. It had read:

‘I got football captain!‘ 

with a smiley face drawn at the end. Pushing herself up from her seat, she made her way towards the bathroom in hope of getting rid of the ink incorporated into her skin. It had been the third time in a week that her soulmate had written to her and it had been the third time in a week she had ignored the words he wrote.

She didn’t want to push him away but she also didn’t want to be with Reggie Mantle, the guy, who on most days had an iQ lower than her six year old cousin. Sure, he was built like a God and sure, he had enough sporting ability to make up for the lack of hers but she couldn’t be with him. Of course, she couldn’t be with him, not when they spent ever waking moment disagreeing over the simplest things. She knew it was him, however she tried her hardest to hide her identity from him.

He had tried to figure out who the person he was destined to be with ever since he realised that they existed.

He was eight when he first realised that his soulmate existed. Unlike the rest of his friends, he didn’t have a name etched into his skin, neither did he have a countdown on the wrist of his prominent arm. To Reggie, there was no sign of him having a soulmate. Until the very day, he saw a messy sketch of what seemed to be a rose appear on his right forearm during math class. He gazed around the room, wondering if it was anyone he already knew. Every year since, on the exact date, a rose appeared on his right forearm.

The sign of his soulmate’s existence that caused him to reach out to them occurred when he was thirteen. He felt a pain in his ankle that caused him to drop to the ground in the midst of a soccer game, clutching it in hopes it would stop the pain.

Later that evening, he picked up the purple sharpie that sat atop of his wooden desk and pressed it against his skin, doodling a frowning face, following it with the words:

‘I hope u r okay.’

He sat waiting for a response from his soulmate, shaking his leg impatiently. He sat waiting for a response; after an hour of waiting, he attempted to contact her again, etching the words:

‘ur probably asleep, i hope u get well soon’ 

and followed it with a doodle of himself.

She stared at his writing, only just noticing how messy it was. Analysing it closely, she realised it was his writing. It was Reggie Mantle’s writing. She recognised it from anywhere. Who wouldn’t recognise their lab partner’s writing?

It had been two weeks since Reggie had wrote to (Y/N) informing him of his new title as the captain of the Riverdale bulldogs.

She felt upset but she didn’t know why. She wasn’t that into Reggie. Looking down at her arm, she noticed a drawing of a sad face followed with the words:

‘silent treatment?’

She let out a small laugh at the words, deciding it would be an appropriate time to reply. After eight years of ignoring him, she finally replied to his words.

'never’

She sighed, maybe she had judged Reggie before even giving him a chance. “Oh god, what’s gotten you in this state? Is it Mantle?” Kevin spoke, earning his best friend’s attention. “So when are you going to fuck him?”

(Y/N) spun around in her chair and dragged herself toward him and smacked his arm. “I hate you.”

“Does he even know his infamous soulmate is you?”

“No and he’s not going to find out until we graduate!”

(Y/N) was about to join Kevin on her bed, when she felt a tickling sensation on her left forearm. She smiled at his response, his words making him seem like an excited child during Christmas.

Reggie looked down at his arm, smiling to himself. She had finally written back. “Dude, she wrote back.” he grinned “Andrews, she finally wrote back!”

“I’m happy for you, cap but coach wants us on the field.”

He spent all of practise counting down the minutes until he could reply to his soulmate. He was unsure whether his soulmate was a female or a male but it never really mattered to him.

After showering, he picked up a pen only to notice that his soulmate had drawn a small rabbit on her left wrist. For most of the eight years he knew of his soulmate’s existence, he had always thought that they were left handed, as the drawing of the rose always seemed to appear on his right forearm. He took his place next to Archie, waiting for coach Clayton to enter the locker room with the information about their next game.

Archie looked over at his smitten captain, knowing that there was no way he would be paying attention to a word their Coach had said, too infatuated with the new drawing on his arm. “She actually wrote back. What is she doing?” he mumbled to himself, pulling his phone out from the back pockets of his jeans, wanting to text her.

Reggie was pulled out of his trance as he heard Archie’s mumbled words, his eyes widening slightly, Archie must’ve known who his soulmate was. “She? You know my soulmate!”

“Reggie, calm down, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Reggie nudged Archie playfully “Tell me.”

“No.”

(Y/N) could barely react before Kevin snatched her phone off her and answered Archie’s incoming call. She let out a groan, knowing that it would be related to Reggie.

“You’re writing back to Reggie? (Y/N), that’s a disaster waiting to happen.” Archie exclaimed as soon as she answered, causing Kevin to laugh. “You’ll never be able to hide your identity from him until graduation if you continue replying.”

“My god, Andrews, you sound like you’re in the midst of a mental breakdown.” Kevin scoffed “Plus, she’s only just started drooling over Mantle.”

“I’m coming over! I’m bringing food!”

Reggie sat in his car waiting for Moose to get back with their food. Looking at himself in the rear-view mirror, he noticed a bruise had formed on his bicep. Instantly, he picked up a pen and wrote to her, drawing a winking face

'how did u get ur bruise? hope you haven’t been fighting’

Within a few seconds, his soulmate had already responded.

'SORRY!!!! the door handle was a lot higher than i expected. hope you didn’t feel it.’

Reggie let out a small laugh, not even realising that Moose had joined him in the car.

“Dude, you’re whipped and you don’t even know who this person is. What if it’s some old dude who’s kidnapped your soulmate and is trying to lure you to his house?” Moose groaned. “You did order a steak burrito right?”

A new semester meant new classes, new activities. (Y/N) slumped into her seat during home room, Kevin to her right and Reggie sat behind him. He glanced up from his desk, only to be met with Kevin, whose head instantly shot back to face his best friend.

“Got a problem, Keller?” He spoke, earning a scoff from (Y/N) “You too, (L/N)?”

“Don’t inflate your ego any further there, Reginald. It might burst.” (Y/N) responded, turning back to face the front, not wanting to speak to him any further.

(Y/N) then realised the reason why she had been so hesitant to reveal who she was to him. It was because he was one of the most egotistical people she knew and the person she spoke to through her ink-stained skin was nothing like the person she knew.

As soon as the bell rang, (Y/N) pushed herself out in attempt to beat the crowd that would be gathering in front of her locker. As she rushed, she failed to weave through the desk, hitting her hip on the corner. She let out a groan, clutching her hip instantly.

Reggie felt the pain grow in his hip as he watched (Y/N) try to groan and walk the pain out. His eyes widening and a gasp falling from his lips.

“It’s you. You’re my soulmate.”

“The ________ Biased”

hello friends I am really excited about this post. Please remember this is all in good fun and is no way really accurate it is just based on my dumb observations. THESE DON’T APPLY TO EVERYONE OK!!!!!! I hope you enjoy!

The S.Coups Biased: 

  • Key Traits: Calls the other members their kids, will never shut up about how good his voice is, usually the mom friend of their group
  • What Tag They Use: Something that revolves around “my husband”
  • Their Ship: Hardcore Jicheol or Jeongcheol. They will take their respective ship to the grave.
  • Their Bias Wrecker: 99% of the time their bias wrecker is another person from the hip hop unit. ( the other 1% has a bias wrecker from the vocal unit)

The Jeonghan Biased: 

  • Key Traits: Has very strong opinions about the short vs. long hair debate, understands how underrated his dancing is, VERY COMPETITIVE
  • What Tag they use: “My evil sunshine!”
  • Their Ship: Jeongcheol or honestly any ship. This boy is a major flirt.
  • Their Bias Wrecker: All 12 other members, just like Jeonghan.

The Josh Biased: 

  • Key Traits: Very soft, usually plays the ukulele or guitar, really into memes
  • What Tag They Use: Usually involves “shua” instead of his full name, often accompanied by the word “soft”
  • Their Ship: Jihan or American Line
  • Their Bias Wrecker: Jeonghan or Vernon

The Jun Biased: 

  • Key Traits: Listens to “My I” at least five times a day, watches only the second verse of the aju nice choreography, very flirty in an awkward way
  • What Tag They Use: “Jun Saved Kpop”
  • Their Ship: Junhao or die
  • Their Bias Wrecker: 75% Wonwoo 25% The8

The Hoshi Biased: 

  • Key Traits: Adore fansign pictures, like choreography videos/dance practices 10x better than actual music videos
  • What Tag They Use: Something involving a hamster or “what a squish”
  • Their Ship: SoonHoon
  • Their Bias Wrecker: Either someone super similar like Seungkwan or someone really different like Woozi/Wonwoo

The Wonwoo Biased: 

  • Key Traits: okay tbh usually very intelligent, also Wonwoo was probably their bias wrecker but one day just took over, realllyyy artsy and angsty
  • What Tag They Use: “My Stars!” or something poetic
  • Their Ship: Meanie
  • Their Bias Wrecker: Jun or Mingyu

The Woozi Biased:

  • Key Traits: INTENSE, very loyal, doesn’t sleep much, high key music snob with a big cd/vinyl collection
  • What Tag They Use: Something with the word “small”
  • Their Ship: Soonhoon or Jicheol
  • Their Bias Wrecker: Suga from BTS or Hoshi No one because they are 1000% SET ON HIM

The DK Biased: 

  • Key Traits: Usually has really great teeth, sings in the shower, has good cheekbones, believes we could use DK’s smile for solar energy, loves high notes, Boom Boom is their favorite title track
  • What Tag They Use: “MY SUNSHINE!”
  • Their Ship: BooSeokSoon
  • Their Bias Wrecker: Scoups or Seungkwan

The Mingyu Biased: 

  • Key Traits: Big heart, Mansae is their favorite era, really loves dogs
  • What Tag They Use: “Gentle Giant” or “Puppy”
  • Their Ship: Meanie or Gyuhao its a 50/50
  • Their Bias Wrecker: The8? Jeonghan? Honestly could go anyway it switches like every other day

The The8 Biased: 

  • Key Traits: Really good comebacks in an argument, really likes to read?, probably is/was an athlete
  • What Tag They Use: Minghao bc “The8″ is dumb
  • Their Ship: 90% GyuHao+JunHao 10% WonHao
  • Their Bias Wrecker: Someone else from Performance Team

The Seungkwan Biased:

  • Key Traits: Replays Seungkwan’s high notes, often sarcastic, excited about really small things, easily distracted
  • What Tag They Use: Really long tags about how much they love him, honestly like novels sometimes
  • Their ship: Verkwan 100%
  • Their Bias Wrecker: Usually someone else from vocal team

The Vernon Biased:

  • Key Traits: Probably likes the X-Files, #1 Hip Hop Team Stan, Hates the word “Headlines”, low key bi
  • What Tag They Use: “Bunny” or “DiCaprio” 
  • Their Ship: 90% Verkwan and 10% American Line
  • Their Bias Wrecker: Woozi is a dark horse in their bias list I’m js

The Dino Biased:

  • Key Traits: Probably was a Girl/Boy Scout, very unique,
  • What Tag They Use: “I’m so proud!” and “chan <3″
  • Their Ship: Dino x the love and affection of all of Seventeen
  • Their Bias Wrecker: Probably someone else from Performance too

I hope you enjoyed! All of my requests are open :) Flood my inbox!

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Originally posted by jiminnieseyesmile

3.8k words

members: jungkook, oc - reader

genre: fluff

warnings: language

You were sick and tired of your attractive idiot neighbor blocking your driveway.

a/n: i felt like writing this weekend and this happened surprise surprise. this is what happens when i’m buzzed off of two venti macchiatos please leave me feedback TT


“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

You blocked out the angry voice shouting at you from your neighbors now open door. The hurried footsteps were getting closer but you pretended you didn’t hear, continuing to drag your key along the shiny black BMW blocking your driveway. Before you could reach the back tires a hand grasped your wrist, turning you around to face your irritating neighbor.

“Oh! Hey there, neighbor,” you grinned, innocently eyeing your neighbor head to toe. He was dressed casually with his hair tousled as though he’d just woken up. His jaw was tense as his hands tightly held your wrist, nothing but anger found in his eyes. You weren’t sure of his first name but had seen him a few times in silent passing. He was relatively new to the neighborhood, keeping to himself along with his roommate you caught quick glimpses of as well. The two had moved in a month ago and you kept to yourself as well, not bothering to play nice and whip up a housewarming desert you couldn’t even properly bake. It wasn’t until a week ago that you realized your neighbors weren’t exactly your cup of tea. They had people over constantly whether they were attending their overcrowded house parties, movie nights or simply staying over till the sun came back up. It seemed whenever the two had guests around their parking lot quickly become full, causing a new issue to arrive. You noticed the brunette, tall one seemed to have a kick out of parking right in front of your light blue beetle making it impossible for you to maneuver around his pricey sports car. The parties seemed to hit an all time high and you constantly found yourself trapped in your own driveway. You left sticky notes on his windshield, kindly asking him to stop blocking your spot and occasionally he would but it wouldn’t take long for him to fall back into his routine. It wasn’t until he made you late to your job earning you a lengthy lecture from your boss, that you felt you’d had enough, storming outside to drag your keys along his prized possession.

Your decision making skills weren’t the best when you were angry.

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anonymous asked:

The Winter Soldier never had anything sweet. He wasn't allowed to. So yes - Tony finds that putting a lollipop in Winters mouth makes him go from angry-angsty mess to grinning-happy-place fluffball in under 10 seconds. There is a lollipop-protocol now and Tony loves to see the officials cringe about it. Also: Natasha is an evil Nimm2-Lolli carrying enabler.

Now this is a nice ask to come back to on a Tuesday morning!

It probably starts as an accident. Something happens–something small, a wrong word, a too-loud noise–and Bucky’s features just–go slack, in that creepily empty way, and Tony panics. He’s alone in the kitchen. The suit, the rest of the team, none of them will be fast enough if Bucky goes into kill mode.

So. He just–grabs the closest thing within reach. Which happens to be a lollipop. And pushes it into the Soldier-Bucky’s mouth. Because genius and panic and lack of better ideas make it sound like a sensible option.

To everybody’s surprise it works.

Soldier-Bucky goes very, very still, and for a moment Tony is convinced he’s done for. Then Soldier-Bucky reaches up–with his metal hand–and very carefully grabs the lollipop and just–sucks on it a little. Curiously. Like he’s not quite sure what to do with it.

Tony blinks at the unexpected sight, ignores the loud footsteps of the others in the hallway, probably having been alarmed by FRIDAY.

“It’s a lollipop,” he explains, because these are apparently the kind of conversations he has these days. Soldier-Bucky’s eyes flicker to him, but he shows no outward reaction to the words. 

“You’re supposed to lick it,” Tony clarifies. Very slowly reaches for another lollipop to demonstrate.

He will forever cherish the disbelieving faces of his team mates when they walk in on Tony teaching the Winter Soldier how to properly–and not so properly–enjoy a lollipop.

And well, after that Tony makes sure to always have an emergency stash of lollipops at hand. (Read: He always had one, but now he’s got a damn good excuse for it too.)

It’s worth seeing Fury choke on his coffee–though the bastard will deny it until he’s blue in the face–the first time he stumbles over the Lollipop Protocol™. It’s worth seeing Natasha having way too much fun hiding lollipops in the most unexpected places.

The hands down best part though is when they’re at a gala, and one of the guests refuses to take a hint until Bucky’s face goes very blank and he very slowly reaches into his pocket, pulls out a lollipop and starts licking it Aggressively™, all the while glaring holes into the man until the guy flees for his life.

Tony is impressed. Even more so when Soldier-Bucky catches him stare, winks and does something truly obscene with his tongue that makes Steve drop his drink and Clint whistle and yeah. Tony is definitely impressed. 

Damian Wayne High School Headcannons

• Damian Wayne was a Gotham Academy legacy

• EVERYONE knew who he was

• Mostly because of his ultra popular brothers

• First there was Golden Boy Dick Grayson

• Then came Smartest-Boy-In-Gotham Jason Todd

• After him was Tech Genius Tim Drake who so infamously dropped out to open up his own (very successful) ethical hacking startup

• And now Damian Wayne

•Mysterious

• Broody

•Straight A student

•And good god was he gorgeous

•You, like all of the straight female population of Gotham Academy, had a crush on Damian at at least one point in your high life

•Come mid freshman year, your straight female classmates and gay male classmates were over the moon when Damian Wayne stepped into AP Bio in his full Adonis like glory

•God had he gotten buffer over the summer?

•You could hear them audibly sigh as he walked in

•No one could rock the uniform like he could

•Surprise surprise

•He sat alone

•You got over your crush over him last year

•Soccer and student government and maintaining your 4.0 GPA as well as your social life took a lot of effort

•You didn’t have the time to nurture a hopeless crush

•Lab partners were assigned that day

•Guess who was your lab partner?

•Damian Wayne

•You could only sheepishly smile at the girls who you could call acquaintances

•You would give up your seat if you could

•“Hey I’m (Y/N)”

•You stuck out your hand

•“Yes I heard”

•He gave you a deadpan stare not bothering to take your hand

•He turned on his heel and went his own way

•You rolled your eyes

•There goes your will to try and at least be friends with him

•For a few months, all your conversations were just a few words

•All about dissection and volumes of reactants and what not

•Which was leaps and bounds more than what anyone else got anyway

•Every thursday, you stayed back at the library to catch up on your homework

•Suddenly, Damian began turning up too

•Which was extremely weird because you knew this guy never stuck around school longer than necessary

•What surprised you even more was when he plopped down in front of you

•You eyed him curiously before going back to your work

•So it became sort of a tradition between you two

•No words were spoken

•It was a silent pact that you would bring him food and he would drop you home in his car

•Eventually small nods turned into small murmurs

•Those murmurs turned to sentences

•Sentences to guffaws

•Loud enough for the librarian to shoo the both of you out

•You spent almost the entire summer with Damian

•You went to fairs

•Went to a cooking class

•Where you learnt Damian and pots and pans did not mix

•You found out he was Robin

•Rather comically

•When Robin saved you from a mugger when you were stupid enough to take a shortcut home instead of the main road

•You recognised him immediately

•The cheekbones

•The jaw

•You waited till he escorted you to your doorstep

•You turned and pulled him inside and shut the door

•“YOU’RE ROBIN?!”

•You yelled as you ripped off his domino mask revealing his gorgeous emerald eyes

•Yep you had caught the feelings

•“How did you know?”

•“You must be a diFFERENT LEVEL OF DERANGED IF YOU THINK A BLOODY DOMINO MASK AND A RIDICULOUSLY BRIGHT OUTFIT WOULD STOP ME FROM RECOGNISING MY BEST FRIEND”

•He chuckled and pulled you into a hug

•“I’m glad we don’t have any secrets anymore”

•He kissed your forehead and was gone through the window before you could react

•Beginning of sophomore year, everybody thought y’all were dating

•Oh you really wished they were true

•Damian did too

•God he wished he had the courage to just utter out those three small words

•Everyone shipped you

•Dick

•Jason

•Tim

•Alfred

•Hell, even Bruce did

•You got busy again with your extra curriculars

•Damian came to support you for each and every match of yours

•Sometimes you just wanted to kiss him

•You really did

•And you almost did sometimes

•But alas, courage failed you at the last moment

•At the beginning of December, you told Damian you couldn’t have your library sessions for the month

•You saw his face fall

•You quickly explained you were the head of the Organising Committee for the Winter Formal

•So what did Damian do?

•He joined the committee

•The dating rumours just got refueled

•Que the smirks from your friends as you eventually coerced Damian into sitting on your table

•“He likes you (Y/N)”

•“No, (Y/B/F/N) I like him”

•It was as though you were oblivious to how he looked at you when you were laughing at something dumb that happened at the lunch table

•Or when he practically walked you to all your classes, despite himself him.being late

•How about the time when he let you lay your head on his shoulders when you were practically surviving on 3 hours of sleep during midterms?

•Your friends wondered hOw CoULD yOU bE sO Blind?

•Back at Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne was utterly shocked

•His son was smiling

•And laughing

•Damian Wayne

•Grandson of the Devil himself

•Was smiling

•And laughing

•Like a crazed hyena

•With quite a large group of people

•“Get used to it, Master Wayne” Alfred said with a proud smile before entering the room with a tray full of goodies

•Your best friend’s crush didn’t ask her to winter formal

•So you decided to go stag

•Much to Damian’s dismay

•Just when he gathered the courage to you out

•So when he you hurried down the stairs in a figure hugging gown that glimmered like little crystals in the light, he was awestruck

•You were rushing

•You were late to have a final once over for the decorations

•Damian couldn’t speak

•You gave Damian a once over, before shaking your head

•You suddenly walked so close  

•In the heels, you were almost his height

•Your head just reached his chin

•He looked down at you with pure adoration in his eyes

•You were rambling on and on about something about the DJ table and the punch

•You were close enough that he could easily count the lashes on your eyes

•You were fixing his tie

•Suddenly, you felt Damian wrapping his hands around your waist, pulling you closer

•Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned his forehead against yours

•Your mind was blank

•All you could see were green eyes and feel his breath on your face

•“You look absolutely stunning (Y/N)”

•One hand caressed your face

•Another pulled you closer

•He leaned in

•There was a hair’s breadth between your lips

•You closed the gap tangling your fingers in his hair

•You pulled apart a few minutes later with the biggest grin on your face

•Before looking at the time

•And rushing out the door

•With your hand clasped in Damian’s

I reallllly hope y'all like these and to everyone who sent in a request? THANK YOU SO MUCH. I’ll be working on them over this week. Sorry I couldn’t get to them sooner. School is kicking my ass. Hope you like it

“You’re pregnant and he cheats on you” Pt. 4.1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4.2

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

(a/n): I’m really happy everyone enjoyed this series so here is the fourth part, next will mark the end and I could really use more requests!

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It wasn’t until 5 years later when you made your return to Seoul. After packing you left to go back to your hometown to stay with family for the meantime. Being a single mother of a now, 5 year old boy, wasn’t the hardest task in the book, but it also wasn’t the easiest, even with the aide of you parents at hand. You wanted to move back to Seoul for, one, new job opportunities and two, so you could re-connect with old friends. Hoseok is the first person you called to inform of your return and he spared no time showing up to your newly bought apartment to help you unpack.

Jihae was more than excited to meet Hobi. He was technically the uncle he never had so when there was a knock at the door he was quick to beat you to it, with his little hands trying so hard to turn the knob, which, failed miserably. You helped him and opened the door, being greeted with a Hobi’s signature smile.

“Hobi…!”

Your three year old was quick to wrap his small form around Hoseok’s leg making you laugh. You moved over and picked up Jihae, stepping to the side for Hoseok to enter the apartment.

You walked over to the living room area then took the moment to greet Hoseok, setting the 5 year old down..”It’s been five years since we last saw each other in person hasn’t it?”

He chuckled and nodded looking around the apartment. “It has, and it’s been a hell of a lot different after you left.”

“We can catch up about that later, All I know is I am glad to be back.” You smiled then pulled your hair back in a tight pony-tail and picking up a box. “Anyways, Who’s ready to get to work around here~?”

Jihae was quick to reply, throwing his arms into the air.

“Me..!”


The remainder of the day was mostly spent painting and un-boxing much of the stuff, but with a lot of hard-work on most of the rooms, and by most, the living room and both yours and Jihae’s room, was set, leaving the kitchen, bathroom, and spare room left to finish.

Hoseok stepped out of one of the rooms being worked on and sat down with a sigh. “It takes that long for a couple rooms? Its been 7 hours…!” He stifled a laugh, before leaning forward. “I would ask if you want to go out with the boys just for a little together but I feel as if it is to late for that.”

You shook your head. “Actually that would be great…!” You smiled getting up from your chair.

“Are you sure..?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “It is only 6, We don’t go to bed till 9.” You smiled. “Just give me time to get washed up..”

He nodded and texted the boys as you took Jihae in your arms to get him dressed. “Momma… Were going to meet Uncle Tae and Jin…?” You smiled and nodded. “And Jungkook, Jimin, and Namjoon..”

“What about daddy?”

It’s as if the color drained from your face. There’s the question you always wanted to avoid but you knew that it would pop up soon. Trying to find the right words you set your son down and smiled a bit sadly. “When the time comes I will tell you but now wouldn’t be good…”

“But I wanna know…!” You started to put his shoes on him. “Trust me… I will tell you but to much things are happening right now..”

He crossed his arms over his chest. “Did something happen between Mommy and Daddy…?” You sighed and nodded. “At your age, you wouldn’t be able to fully understand.” Your son pouted making you smile. It was scary how similar Jihae looked to his father. The dark brown, close to being black, hair, the chocolate brown eyes, Hell even the pout he did. You thought about why you used Yoongi’s surname for Jihae, not being able to think why. Your thoughts were interrupted when Hoseok knocked, leaning against the door frame.

“You ready?”

You nodded, Helping Jihae down before following Hobi. “Where are we going?”

“A little corner cafe where we can all kick back and relax.. Is that fine?”

You nodded. “Perfect~


Once arriving you found all the guys there, Sitting around in the couch area chatting away. You chuckled noticing how they changed a lot after a few years.You pushed the doors open to the cafe and made your way over, Taehyung immediately noticed your arrival and jumped up to tackle you in a hug. “Oh my god you’re back?!”

You laughed and nodded, The other quickly following along and hugging you as well. “Did Hoseok not tell you I was coming?”

Jungkook smiled, shaking his head. “He only told us he had something important to talk to us about..!” You shook my head and looked over to Hobi, he only shrugged while snickering.

A screech was heard from Tae as he noticed Jihae’s presence behind you. “Is that him..?!” He crouched down, smiling while Jihae slowly came from behind you and smiled shyly. “Awe cmon, You were so excited to meet them till now.. Why become shy?” You chuckled as he stood in front of Taehyung.

“I’m Jihae….”

“He looks just like…”  He looked over to me, shutting himself up before holding his hand out to Jihae. “Im Taehyung.”

The other 5 watched, smiling before introducing themselves as well.

The time went with all of you catching up and joking around until it came for the moment you had to leave because both you and Jihae were sleepy. So you said goodbye to all of them and took your leave, As soon as you stepped out you realized the ground was wet, taking note that it had rained so you picked Jihae up and wrapped him in your jacket so he would stay warm.

It wasn’t until you heard a gasp close by that you let the curiosity get to you and turned towards it, only to find out the gasp was because of you.

“Oh my god it actually is you…”

Part of you felt weak noticing the presence of someone who fucked up the entirety of your life, the one who messed it all up and called you disgusting names. You found yourself in front of her not knowing what to do at the moment.

Jennie…?

You knew you should have been pissed at her but you had an agreement with yourself, even then all those feelings that you had towards her were faded and gone. You noticed she was at the point of tears and couldn’t look you in the eye. Had she felt bad..? She was mumbling a lot of nonsense you couldn’t make out. You just stared.

Her eyes trailed down to where Jihae, who was fast asleep on your shoulder. You shifted feet uncomfortably and watched her cautiously.

“I’m so sorry…” She bit down on her lip and you stood in silence for a bit letting it sink in that she had actually felt guilty. You had no clue what to say so you sighed and let whatever came to your mind first.

“You took everything away from me. My boyfriend, My happiness, an much more.” She flinched, choking back a cry. “You gained absolutely jack-shit for doing this.” She staggered a bit from you words only small apologies slipping out.

You stepped towards and looked her in the eye for once. “But that was 5 years ago. I forgave you when I made the choice to let any grudge go and that’s when I sat in a hospital bed with a baby cradled in my arms.”

She seemed to relax a bit at your words.

“It was fucked up, yes, but people learn from their mistakes and even if it’s really bad, some are meant to be forgiven.

She seemed shocked and you smiled a bit.

“Don’t get hung up on the past because of mistakes. I can see you have changed. Look to the future and forget what happened then and look at what is happening now..”

That’s when a man made his way out and over next to Jennie’s side, wrapping his arm around her waist with a confused look upon his face. She hugged him and cried into his chest so you took the chance to turn and walk off, your question about Yoongi being answered.

“Goodbye Jennie.”


The encounter with Jennie left you thinking about it longer then you should have. It had been four days since you were distracted by the sudden encounter that you hadn’t been paying attention and ran right into a stranger, dropping the four bags of groceries across the pavement. The stranger was quick to help you pick the items up, and when you looked up to thank the stranger, your eyes widened, and as if realizing too he staggered back.

(Y/N)

You were, to say in the least, wanting to cry. Sudden Encounter #2 was the one encounter you definitely were not ready for. It made you want to run, and run away far but you managed to keep an act up. You had to stay strong for the sake of yourself and your kid. So you stood up and nodded your head slighly at him.

Yoongi.

And then luck wasn’t so much on your side when you heard the yell of your son, Hoseok close behind him.

Mommy returned uncle Hobi…!

 You looked up to Yoongi watching his reaction as he went pale and looked like he had just seen death. You knew exactly what he was thinking.

You really wanted this to be a dream


THE NEXT PART WILL BE THE END DSKJBHFSJK im sorry if it sucks ;;

bts scenario: you’re sad/upset

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jin: jin’s motherly instincts would kick in and he would be at your side within a few seconds asking you what was wrong. when you told him you were feeling upset, he’d place kisses all over your cheeks and forehead, cuddling you all night until you felt better.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

yoongi: yoongi would be apprehensive at first about approaching you when he had noticed you were upset, but his boyfriend instincts kicked in as soon as he heard you sniffle signaling that you were crying. he would immediately be at your side, pushing back your hair and holding your face in his hands. he wouldn’t let go until you told him what was wrong and told him of all your insecurities. 

Originally posted by jeonbase

hoseok: hobi would be so concerned. he’d immediately have you in his arms, quietly whispering words of comfort and stroking your hair as you cried it all out. he’d pull you back and place a chaste kiss on your lips. “i’m here for you baby, okay? always.”

Originally posted by jaayhope

namjoon: you were trying to avoid him and he knew it. he knew you didn’t wanna tell him all about what was bothering you because you thought he was too busy. at night, he’d pull you onto his lap and whisper how much he loves you over and over. eventually you’d break into tears and tell him what was wrong, and he’d listen to every word as you cried in his loving arms.

Originally posted by namseok

jimin: jimin would find the comfiest and biggest blanket you owned and wrap you up in it. he’d pull you onto his lap on the couch and gently stroke your hair and kiss you all over your face, making you giggle. “jiminie!” you’d screech as his kisses started to tickle. “there’s my baby’s smile!” the kisses wouldn’t stop until he knew you were happy again. 

Originally posted by hajimajimin

taehyung: taehyung would immediately resort to trying to make you laugh. he knew you loved the stupid faces he made, so that’s exactly what he did. at first you’d try to get him to stop, saying you weren’t in the mood, but eventually you would break and start giggling at his antics. he would immediately smile and bring you in for a tight hug, “i love you jagi.”

Originally posted by hoe4bts

jungkook: this poor lil bun wouldn’t know exactly how to comfort you, but he would do the best that he could. he’d pull you in for a standing hug and whisper into your ear small words of comfort as the stress and sadness seemed to melt away from his gentle movements. “thank you jungkook,” you’d whisper after the long hug. “anything for my princess.”

Originally posted by jeonbase