this is why i had you pick a number

mercy

Genre: Angst

Length: 4.2k words

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader/Jimin

Summary: You knew the relationship was falling apart, you just couldn’t accept it.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Yoongi whispered.

I looked at him in disbelief. The tears that were threatening to fall soon enough shamelessly came and for a second I thought I felt my heart actually break. Deep down, I wanted everything to be a joke, I wanted this to be some sort of sick prank. But looking at Yoongi’s face, I knew it was far from that.

“Why did you do it?” I asked looking down. He stayed quiet, not daring to look at me, and after what felt like hours he took a deep breath.

“I honestly don’t know Y/N,” he began “I wasn’t thinking at all.” I let out a sob.. Wasn’t thinking? What does he mean he wasn’t thinking? Is he meaning to tell me that I didn’t cross his mind not once?

“I-It was more than just sex with her Y/N, as much as she seems to be bitch to everyone she isn’t bad. I don’t know what to do. I already lost so much by doing this.” He added as he turned to look at me.

My heart shattered. The only thing worse than getting cheated on is, having the person who cheated on you not wanting to fix it. We were invincible. Since I was 15 I vowed to commit to him and overcome any obstacles that life threw at us. Every fight we had was resolved by the end of the day because we never went to sleep mad at each other. But now, years later I never thought anything would change. And to be honest.. I was too naive to think this would last forever. Yoongi always had eyes for me, he always thought about me before he made a decision. Looking into the eyes of the love of your life and not seeing a spark anymore is heartbreaking. To feel like I was not worth fighting for anymore made me feel worthless.

“I love you Y/N, I still want you around.” Yoongi said breaking me out of my thoughts. “Even if we’re not together you will always be mine.” he added. My body went numb, my mind went blank. I looked at him and smiled. “I’ll never leave Yoongi.”

The next couple weeks were gloomy. Even though Yoongi never stopped talking to me, every night always ended with an argument, which resulted in him blocking me and ignoring me until he felt like talking to me again. Meanwhile I was constantly surrounded by a dark cloud that didn’t leave. I barely got out bed. And when I did, I would find any reason to go back to my hole of self pity. I didn’t eat much anymore and only got a couple hours of sleep at night. Constant thoughts attacked my mind telling me I wasn’t good enough to keep him, that he was better off without me, that I needed him. And as crazy as it sounds, I wanted him back more than anything. I wanted to have another chance to show that I can be a better girlfriend to him, better than her. I never asked about her. I didn’t want to know anything about her. The one girl who managed to make him do this. And from what I heard she wasn’t with Yoongi because she liked him. Anyone can tell she was just using him, but he was too blind to see that. She had him wrapped around her little finger and still slept with any guy she wanted, while Yoongi pretended that he didn’t know. And that’s what killed me.

It was around 10:30pm when Yoongi called. I mentally cursed at myself for answering so quickly, “Hey,” I said. “Hey babygirl, just wanted to hear your voice.” I could feel my face turn red and softly smiled at his words. “I miss you.” I said. For the next two hours we were on the phone and for once I was happy.

“Are you free tomorrow?” I ask. As much as I wanted to give him space, I wanted to see him.

I hear him heavily sigh and I already knew what was coming. “I’m sorry Y/N, I want to see you as much as you do but-” he mumbled. My heart sank and a feeling of sadness came over me. “Yeah I get it, she means more to you than I ever did.” I replied. “Please don’t start Y/N we were talking just fine.” he said.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “News flash, I haven’t been fine since you chose her over me, you only knew her for a week.”

“STOP. Y/N goddammit don’t fucking start again.” He yelled out. I could hear his breathing increase and I knew him well enough to know he was pissed.

“Why are you doing this to me huh Yoongi? Was I that fucking horrible to you that you had to do this to me?” I cried. Again tears rolled down my face and I started sobbing.

“I’m not dealing with this tonight.” He said and hung up.

Fucking asshole. That’s what he’s good at, ignoring me and running away from his problems. I dialed his number again hoping he could pick up but soon realized he blocked my number. I began to panic knowing very well I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight if he was ignoring me.

For the next hour I constantly called hoping he would unblock me but I had no luck. My sobbing increased and I began to feel suffocated in my apartment. I just wanted to run, I wanted to run until I couldn’t feel the pain anymore, I wanted to disappear. I knew I was pathetic doing this to myself. But I couldn’t help it, Min Yoongi destroyed me.

I couldn’t take being inside anymore and left my apartment to clear my head. It was almost midnight and although it wasn’t a good idea to be walking at this hour, I didn’t care. The night air made me shiver and I decided not to go very far considering it was cold. I walked to the gym right by my apartment and sat at the side of the building. I tried dialing Yoongi again, and sure enough he didn’t pick up. I put my phone back in my pocket and buried my face in my hands and cried. Why wasn’t I good enough for him anymore? Why am I still around for him begging him to come back when it’s not what he wants anymore? I was deeply in love with him to even think about moving on, and he knew that.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out this late crying.” A voice said, that made your head snap up.

My eyes met the face of a stranger, a very attractive stranger.

I quickly wiped my tears away and stood up backing away from him,  “Ahh I’m sorry” I replied flustered.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” I smiled at him. “That’s good to hear, but what could you possibly be doing out here this late?” I asked sarcastically.

He motioned toward the gym “I work here, on my break.”

I looked at him confused. “Isn’t it too late to for a gym to be opened?” I replied. 

“It’s opened 24/7, I work the night shifts.” He said. I nodded at him and sat back down.

“Now if you don’t mind me asking, why were you crying?” He asked.

I bit my lip and tried to come up with some random excuse. “Umm it’s just tha-” I started to say.

“Boyfriend troubles?” He blurted.   

I chuckled, “Something like that.”

“Mind telling me about it?” He asked.

I looked away sighing. “Honestly.. I’m not ready to talk about it just yet, but long story short he cheated on me.. and somehow I can’t let him go.”

“By the looks of you crying it seems like he doesn’t want the same.” He said.

“It’s.. complicated.” I answered, “He chose her but he still wants me around.”

He looked at me, “I know I barely met you but you shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of still being there for him. You’re worth more than that.”

Tears began forming and I nodded. We both sat in silence for what felt like forever until he stood and offered his hand to help me up.

“I hate to leave you alone but I have to get back to work.” He sadly said.

“Right, sorry.” I mumbled and began to make my way home.

“Before you go, I didn’t get your name” He said

“Oh right, it’s Y/N.” I answered.

He smiled at me, “Y/N, the name suits you.”

I laughed, “Thanks?”

“I’m Jimin by the way”

It was around three days later when Yoongi texted you.

“I miss you Y/N, I’m sorry about everything.”

I stared at the text for the longest time and debated on replying or not. And about an hour later I gave in and replied. This was a cycle, he always apologized after ignoring me for days, knowing I would be waiting. Dammit why was I so weak when it came to him? It was like he had me under a spell and I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Can I come over right now?” another text read.

I answered a quick yes and made my way to the shower so I can look like I wasn’t miserable the past few weeks. About 30 minutes later he was at the door.

“Hey babygirl.” He said smiling.

I felt my cheeks getting hot “Hey Yoongi.” I said while leading him inside.

He took off his jacket and shoes and made himself comfortable.

I laughed to myself thinking back to memories when Yoongi would come over right after work tired and fall asleep on my bed. Or back to the first summer of us dating when he would be at my house and we would watch stupid reality TV shows, eating pizza, and enjoying each other’s company. Back when I was his everything, back when we were invincible. The older we got, the more I thought things were getting better. We were becoming more mature and we both knew what we wanted. A future together. I never expected months later for that to suddenly change.

I snapped back to reality when Yoongi cleared his throat. “Listen, I’m really sorry about-”

I stopped him, “No don’t worry about it, it was my fault.” I said quietly.

His face softened “No I shouldn’t have ignored you.”

“It’s fine..really.” I answered.

He forced a smile, “H-how have you been?” He asked.

“It doesn’t matter honestly-”

“It does matter Y/N, even if you don’t believe it, I care so much.” He stated.

I started biting my nails, it was a really bad habit of mine. But whenever I get nervous I don’t know what else to do.

“You’re nervous.” He said.

I looked up embarrassed “I-I’m sorry.”

He cupped my face in hands and looked me in the eyes, “It’s me Y/N, your Yoongi don’t be nervous around me.”

He crashed his lips into mine and before I could process what was happening, I realized I was kissing him back. He deepened the kiss and before I knew it I was reaching to take his shirt off.

He stopped me. “Do you want this as bad as I do?”

I nodded and continued kissing him and led him to my bedroom.

I woke up hours later to the sound of Yoongi’s phone ringing. I groaned and nudged him to wake up to answer the phone. To my surprise however, he declined it. I shot him a confused look, “Shouldn’t you answer her?”

He shook his head, “I just want to enjoy our time together right now.” I smiled and he wrapped me in his arms. As much as I hate the situation we’re in, being with him is the only thing that can make me happy.

“I want to try and end things with her.”

My head snapped up at his sudden words, “Do you really?” I asked.

“I don’t know what I’m doing Y/N, I want to make things right for us so bad.”

“Yoongi, you know what to do to fix this.” I said softly.

He stayed quiet for a long time. I didn’t care though, just the simple words he said made me see that maybe just maybe.. it was worth waiting around for him. The sleepless nights, endless crying, everything could finally stop.

“I’m going to see her soon and I promise that I will fight for us.”

“Forever and always right?” I said.

“Forever and always.”

The next couple of days were a breeze. I managed to catch up on sleep which I’ve been so badly. I went out with friends after canceling so many times when I was down. Yoongi and I were talking just like before. I was happy. I knew it was going to take some time for us to get back together and I was happy to wait as long as he fought for us. Although I was waiting for the message informing me that he finally left her, I didn’t want to seem like I was pressuring him.

I was laying on my couch catching up on shows I’ve missed while eating ice cream, when I got a text from Namjoon asking to hang out. I smiled at myself and instantly replied telling him yes. My heart dropped suddenly remembering how much I have been shutting him out ever since this happened. Namjoon worked in the music industry and was extremely busy but he always made time for his best friend. We grew up together and he was always the one person I went to when I needed someone. Namjoon always acted like an older brother to me, a very overprotective brother I must add. When I first started dating Yoongi you can bet he didn’t approve, but as time passed he eventually accepted him. I instantly felt a wave of guilt realizing I hadn’t even told him about what happened between Yoongi and I. He knew me well enough to know that there’s something wrong just by the look on my face. I debated with myself on calling him and telling him that something came up, but I knew that would only make it worse- I never canceled on Namjoon, no matter how busy I was. Even though I wanted to avoid talking about it, I knew I had to tell my best friend. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my phone buzz besides me.

“Let’s go to dinner then? Usual place :)” the text read. I laughed to myself knowing that no matter how more successful he got, he still loved our tradition of going out for a greasy slice of pizza and a beer. I sent a quick reply and dashed to the shower to start getting ready. “Goodness Y/N what are you going to tell Namjoon?” I thought to myself. I knew I couldn’t keep this from him, he would only blame himself saying he wasn’t there enough. I quickly put together an outfit and applied makeup to look a bit more alive. Thirty minutes later, I was finally ready and out the door to my car. Well…it’s now or never.

I got to our favorite pizza place and ordered food for the both of us. Namjoon was always late, even if it was something really important. Ever since we were kids he had a habit of showing up late. I didn’t mind though and took our food to an empty table. I occupied myself with my phone and it wasn’t until 15 minutes later that he finally got here. “Y/N I’m so glad to see you!” Namjoon happily says. My face lights up and I immediately give him the biggest hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” I say as we both sit down, “I know I’m so sorry I’ve been so busy.” He replies with a slight frown on his face. I shot him a look, “Don’t worry, I understand just don’t forget about your best friend.”

“Never will” He says while taking a bite of his food.  I smiled and started eating, “So how’s work been?” “Tiring, busy, you name it.. I don’t care much since I’m doing something I love.” He happily replied.

“I’m proud of you and I’m so glad to hear that.” I say while taking a sip of my soda.

For the next hour we talked about memories when we were younger and catching up with each other. I completely forgot about what has been going on with me since I was so happy being with my best friend. That is, until the dreaded question came.

“So how are things going with Yoongi?” He curiously asked. My face instantly dropped and I frowned. “F-Fine, we are doing fine.” I quietly answered.

Namjoon raised his eyebrow at me and scanned my face long and hard, “You’re not telling me the truth.” He stated. I didn’t answer him and instead looked down and started biting my nails.

“You’re nervous Y/N what’s wrong?” At this point I felt the tears forming in my eyes and I felt like I was going to barf all the food I had just ate. I didn’t want to tell him, but at the same time I did. My heart was racing and my head felt like it was going to explode.

“Y/N what the hell happened?” He asked again. I sighed, “I just… we broke up but we’re trying to work things out.”

“Why did you guys break up?” He quickly asked.

“I don’t know.” I lied. I gulped hoping he would believe me but I knew there was no way he would. If I told him what Yoongi did, Namjoon would not let me anywhere close to him.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N.” I could tell he was losing patience.

“Namjoon-” I began.

“Tell.ME.”

“He cheated on me.” I murmured avoiding to meet his gaze.

Silence. For a while there was just silence. I refused to look up and say anything else. I was embarrassed, scared, I felt pathetic.

My head shot up when I heard Namjoon chuckle. I looked at him confused not knowing what to say, I met his eyes and boy was he pissed.

“You’re telling me that you’re willing to make things work with him again?” He rhetorically asked.

“I know you’re upset and I don’t blame you for it, but I’m willing to stay until he leaves her.” I mumbled.

His eyes widened and his face turned red, “LEAVES HER? You mean he left you for some girl? And you’re still around?” He started yelling.

Tears started falling down my face “Please don’t be upset.” I choked out.

He snorted, “Upset? Nope. I’m furious. It’s taking everything I have not to leave right now and kill that bastard.”

“Namjoon-”

“No Y/N, I am not going to let you sit there and stick around until he decides to fucking value you. You deserve to find happiness and all he is doing is causing you pain.” I didn’t say anything and instead stayed quiet. He stood up and led me out the restaurant. “Let’s get you home.”

I nodded and followed him out, the cold air hit me as soon as we got out the door and I immediately regretted not bringing a sweater with me. I looked down on my phone and I saw missed calls from Yoongi. I bit my lip in confusion considering he never calls me. I decided I’d get back to him once I got home.

We made it to my car and I looked up at my best friend. Disappointment was written all over his face and I took a deep breath.

“Can we please talk tomorrow Y/N? I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“Of course. I’m sorry for ruining our night.”

He gave me a sympathetic look, “Stop, I haven’t been around much and I’m sorry for that. I promise I’ll be there more regardless of my job. I need to protect my best friend.”

I smiled at him, “Love you Joonie, get home safe?”

“Text me once you’re home alright?” He added while opening my car door.

“I will,” I said while giving him the biggest hug.

As soon as I stepped into my apartment I dialed Yoongi before doing anything else. To my surprise he didn’t answer and I frowned. I quickly sent him a text and got ready for bed. As I was just about to close my eyes, my phone rang. Groaning, I reached over and picked up without even checking who it was.

“Hello?” I groggily say.

“Y/N are you up?” The other person said and I instantly knew the voice.

“I was just about to fall asleep Yoongi, but what’s up?” I replied.

He sighed, “Can we talk?”

I frowned at the sound of his voice, “uh sure.”

“I’ll be at your place in 10 minutes.” And with that, he hung up.

Before I knew it there was knocking on the door and I immediately got up to open the door.

Yoongi looked tired, saddened, and just… different. He awkwardly walked in with his head down and I knew something was wrong. My stomach dropped, “What’s wrong Yoongi?” I whispered and reached out to hold his hand. He flinched and pulled back without looking up at me.

He let out a deep breath, “I’m sorry Y/N.”

And that’s when my world came crashing down again.

The sound of rain against my window helped distract me from my endless thoughts of pure emptiness. I continued to play with the food that I didn’t even bother to eat and sat in silence.

It had been weeks that I had a decent meal, much less smiled. I debated many times calling Namjoon, but I always fought against that thinking he was too busy. He checked in a couple times over text but I was good at feeding him lies on how I was okay. Although he was my best friend, I just didn’t want to burden him again.

The day Yoongi came, I knew he changed his mind about coming back to me. He still texted though, and I knew that I was hurting myself way more by still sticking around. Soon enough text messages came almost once a week and I could  tell he was distancing himself. What made things worse was that he flaunted his new relationship on social media, and that hurt more than anything. Yoongi was never one to brag about someone, unless the person meant a lot to him.

I was laying on my bed after coming home from a night with my friends and I was happy considering I haven’t felt this alive for about three months. I tried my best to shut the thought of him out of my head and I did what I thought was best… move on. I constantly told myself that nothing will bring me back to how I was when I was so low and needed to be strong. I was getting ready for bed and I checked my phone one last time before I decided to sleep.

And that was a big mistake. My heart dropped as I paused on a post Yoongi had uploaded of them together. I felt my throat close and tears well up in my eyes, fuck. Why the hell does this shit affect me so much? Before I knew it I was sobbing and all the feelings I was trying to avoid came rushing back. Without thinking I threw some shoes on and ran out my front door not caring how loud I slammed it. I was halfway down the street when I realized I forgot my phone and I sighed. I quickly figured I didn’t need it and continued walking. I eventually made it to the spot next to the gym I always came too and sat down breathing in the cool air. My mind began to wander and my thoughts were interrupted by a cough next to me. I shot my head up and met Jimin’s face. “Haven’t seen you in awhile.” He says. “Almost thought you got back with him.” He added. I looked away not responding, it’s almost pathetic how bad I wish that was what happened.

I heard him awkwardly sit next to me and from the corner of my eye I can see he was thinking on what to say next.  

“Please don’t feel sorry for me” I mumble while trying to blink the tears forming in my eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

“Honestly? No. I don’t. I want everything to be okay with us, I want things to be how they were back then. I want him to be happy with just me.” I admitted. “Do you know how stupid I feel? How pitiful I look?”

“You’re not stupid for wanting that, you have every right to feel all these emotions. But Y/N please don’t let him have so much control over you. He’s not worth it.” He grabbed my face and made me look at him, “Please Y/N.” He pulled me in for a hug and just as I was about to answer him a deep voice beat me to it.

“What the hell is going on?”

I panicked quickly getting up and moving away from Jimin. “Yoongi?” I practically yelled.

Shit.


author’s note: ahhh i really hope you guys liked it! I am not confident in my writing yet but i’m getting there! i wrote this after my relationship fell apart, and although I’m still getting over it, writing makes me feel so much better. 

Hatred (Part 2)

So many people were requesting a part 2 I decided to start that right away! Hope you all like it!

Part 1: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157668611423/hatred

Part 3: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157992846283/hatred-part-3

Masterlist: https://beronica-josie.tumblr.com/post/157919516668/masterlist

Summary: After what happened at Betty’s party, you decided you needed to talk to Jughead. At first he doesn’t want to discuss it, but later he invited you to the drive-in to talk about it. Things get a bit heated just before someone finds out.

THE WEEK AFTER THE PARTY

It’d been days since your and Jughead’s make out session and you were still reeling from it. You wanted to see him so badly, but you didn’t think it was a great idea. You saw Jughead in the hall on Tuesday, but he refused to even look your way. You had to do something to get his attention.

On Thursday, you saw him and Betty talking after school. This was your opportunity. You rushed over to them, smiling at Betty. “Hey Betty, do you want to hang out and study for the history test tonight?”

Jughead glanced over at you. He knew he had to keep up the act, but he wanted an excuse to see you again. “Actually, Betty, I was going to ask if you wanted to go to Pop’s with me after school?” Jughead said, his voice rigid.

Betty never liked to let anyone down, but this could be a problem. “Um, how about we all just study for the test together at Pop’s?” She smiled brightly, hoping it would encourage you and Jughead. “Can you guys handle that?”

You glanced at Jughead quickly, before looking back to Betty and smiling sweetly. “I think we can get along for a little bit.” Jughead nodded, looking away. This could be great, or it could be a huge mistake.

AFTER SCHOOL

You and Betty have your last period together, so you headed over to Pop’s together. You both sat down in a booth and pulled out your history notes. Jughead showed up a few minutes later, and sat next to Betty across from you.

“Okay, so let’s quiz each other.” Betty suggested. She looked at you first. “[Y/N], who was the fourth president of the United States?”

“It was one of the James’s… Monroe?” You guessed hopefully. Memorization was always hard for you.

“Madison, stupid.” Jughead said flatly, rolling his eyes at you. You looked at him, annoyed. Why was he being a jerk again?

“Be nice, Jughead.” Betty warned him. “Okay, this one is for you. What party did Jefferson belong to?”

He thought for a few seconds. “The Anti-Federalist party?”

“Actually, they were called the Democratic-Republicans.” Betty told him.

If Jughead was going to be a jerk, you would, too. “That was so obvious.” You stated.

“You two need to be nice or I’m going to leave.” Betty threatened. You couldn’t let her leave yet. You hadn’t gotten to talk to Jughead yet.

The questions continued for quite some time. You continued to get questions wrong because you couldn’t really focus on history with all of the questions about Jughead floating around in your head. Eventually, Betty excused herself to go to the bathroom. This was your chance.

“What’s your problem?” You whisper-hissed at Jughead. “Why are you being an asshole again?”

“Nothing’s changed. We’re continuing like we always have.” He crossed his arms across his chest. His eyes gave nothing away.

You looked at him, incredulous. “So that didn’t mean anything for you? You’re the one who started it!” You glanced around to make sure nobody was listening.

He sighed. “Just let it go, [Y/N]. It’s a bad idea to let things escalate.”

“Why? What are you afraid of happening? Betty would be super excited about it! Nobody would care!”

“It’s more complicated than that. Just let it go.”

“Fine, but here’s my number in case you change your mind.” You hissed. You quickly scribbled your number on a napkin before throwing it at him. “I’m leaving. Tell Betty I felt sick and went home.” You quickly gathered your things and walked out.

What was Jughead talking about? How could this be so complicated? He was the one who told you not to worry so much about what others thought, but he was too scared to let anyone know something happened between you two? Whatever. Screw him.

THE NEXT DAY

The next day went by uneventful. Jughead had put you in a bad mood, so everything was getting on your nerves.

“How do you think you did on that test?” Betty asked you after school. “I think that study session really helped. We should do that more often.”

You sighed. “I’m pretty sure I flunked it. I’m not sure why-” you knew exactly why- “but I felt really distracted. Maybe I’m getting-” before you could finish your sentence, your phone beeped, indicating you had gotten a message. “Sorry, Betty. I should probably take this. My mom probably wants me to pick up something from Pop’s for dinner.”

“No problem. I’ll text you later.” She said before leaving.

You checked your phone. It was a message from an unsaved number. “Meet me at the drive in” it read. Was this Jughead? You desperately hoped so.

You rushed home to change. You changed into a shirt that hung a bit low and swiped a bit of your favorite lipstick on. You were going to show him what he was missing.

As you walked through the entrance of the drive in, you heard someone call your name. You turned, seeing Jughead with his head poking out of the door of the projection booth. You walked over and he let you in.

You stood awkwardly near the door while Jughead leaned against the opposite wall.

He eyed you up and down. “Why are you dressed like that?” He laughed.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “This is how I usually dress.” You tried to keep a straight face.

“I don’t think it is. You came prepared to seduce me, didn’t you?” He laughed again.

All the color drained from your face. Why was he being so mean? “No!” You weren’t going to let him laugh at you anymore. “Why did you even tell me to come here?” You asked, annoyed.

He sighed. “I wanted to apologize for being so mean to you at Pop’s the other day.”

“Damn right, you should apologize.”

“It’s just…” he sighed again, looking away from you. “I don’t understand why. You’re the most annoying person I’ve ever met.” You rolled your eyes at him. He looks back at you before adding, “But I like you.”

“That’s it? You invited me over here to tell me the reason you kissed me was because you liked me? Even though you actually hate me?” This boy was so confusing.

“No. Yes. I’m not sure.” You could see he was conflicted.

“Why did you even kiss me if you thought you hated me?” You asked.

“You looked so pretty. And you were so closed to me. I just couldn’t really stop myself.” He refused to look you in the eye. You walked closer to him. You placed a hand on each of his cheeks, forcing him to look you in the eyes. Before you could stop yourself, you connects your lips with his.

He quickly unfolded his arms and placed one on each side your waist, pulling you closer to him. You could feel the same hunger on his lips as you felt that night in the closet. You moved your hands so you could dig your fingers into his soft, dark hair.

After a few minutes you pulled away. Your lips ghosted over his jawline up to his ear. “I bet you like the way I’m dressed now.” You whispered. You could feel him smile against your neck. Your lips travelled down to his neck where you lightly placed kiss after kiss. He let out a soft sigh when your lips passed over a certain spot near his ear.

Before you could do anything, Jughead pulled your face back to his. His eyes were dark. He moved his hands to cup your cheeks and crashed his lips onto yours. His kiss was rougher than before. You sighed, enjoying the feeling of his body so close to yours.

All of a sudden there was a sound at the door. It opened and a figure came in calling for Jughead. You quickly broke away from him, turning towards the door. It was Betty. You moved a few feet away from him as fast as possible, but you knew that she had probably seen you.

“Ok wow.” Betty said, shocked. You looked over at Jughead. His eyes were wide with shock. Your lipstick was smeared across his face and parts of his neck. If he looked like that, you could only imagine how messy it was on your own face.

You turned bright red. This couldn’t be happening. “Uh, I need to go.” You said before practically running out of the door, pushing a still shocked Betty.

Him

I looked over at the empty bed, rubbing my hands together as I contemplated her last words. 

Dean, you don’t love me. You love the idea of me, and that’s why I have to go.”

Those words cut me like a knife, mostly because she couldn’t have been more wrong. Y/N always had a way of thinking she knew what was best. For everyone. 

She’d make an executive decision when she thought she needed to. She always thought she was doing the right thing. Nine times out of ten, she was right. This time, she was wrong. 

I guess we have that in common. Sam has told me on more than one occasion the same damn things I’m thinking about Y/N. 

We are so much alike it scares me. 

Maybe that’s why she thought I didn’t love her. Maybe she saw all of her flaws in me and that scared her. Maybe she didn’t love me, but the idea of me. 

That idea scared the hell out of me because I needed her. Especially after everything we had been through together. 

I picked up my phone and dialed her number. Straight to voicemail. 

“Listen, Y/N. I know you think you’re right. You usually are,” I sighed, running my hand over my face before continuing. “But this time, you’re wrong. I love you. I need you. Now more than ever. I’m going to find you. I’m not letting you run away this time.” 

I hung up the phone, grabbed my bag and headed for the Impala. I wasn’t letting her get away this time. 

Her

You looked at the phone as it mocked you. One voicemail. You knew exactly whose voice would sound through the phone the minute you listened to the voicemail, but it didn’t stop you for hitting play. 

“Listen, Y/N. I know you think you’re right. You usually are,” he sighed, and paused before continuing. “But this time, you’re wrong. I love you. I need you. Now more than ever. I’m going to find you. I’m not letting you run away this time.” 

You threw the phone across the car. 

“Dammit!” you screamed, gripping the wheel tight, tears streaming down your face. Dean couldn’t really love you. You weren’t someone who deserved anyone’s love. Especially Dean’s. 

He’d left that message two days ago. 

You sat in the empty parking lot of a disgusting motel, your eyes squeezed shut as you thought. 

A knock on your window made you nearly jump out of the seat. 

You turned and there were the green eyes you were running from. The green eyes you were trying desperately to save. After the two of you had come back from Purgatory, you’d felt so lost. 

Running had seemed like the right choice. You needed Dean too much after everything in Purgatory. You couldn’t depend on any one person as much as you did Dean. That usually only ended one way, and that was losing that person.

But you stared into Dean’s eyes, and for a brief second forgot why you had run in the first place. 

“Son of a bitch,” you mumbled, running your fingers through your short Y/H/C hair as Dean opened your door. You weren’t sure what was going to come of this confrontation, but you couldn’t keep running. 

Dean would always find you. Especially if he loved you like he said. 

“What the hell, Y/N?” Dean growled.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly against him, his lips crashing to yours, and you let him. You couldn’t promise you wouldn’t run again when you came to your senses, but for now, you let Dean’s arms comfort you. 

For now, you let yourself stupidly believe that maybe, just maybe, you were safe. 


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petitmaitre-et-soncorbeau  asked:

soulmateAU: when your soulmate eats something you grave what they are eating! please! I mean Will poor poor Will graving human meat? goddamnit or Hannibal graving fast food? xD well this can be angsty or funny! :^)

I couldn’t decide between angsty or funny so I wrote both! :D

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For the first year, he doesn’t mind it.

The menu doesn’t vary much. It’s mostly cooked fish, steamed vegetables (usually string beans), nicely fluffed rice. It’s whiskey most nights and coffee most mornings (and some mornings it’s coffee and whiskey). It’s the occasional Hershey’s chocolate bar, which makes Hannibal’s palate wince - he really thought he’d taught Will how to appreciate a nice bitter dark chocolate, but he supposes some habits are hard to break.

It’s fresh lemon pie in the summer, and warm cider with rum in the winter. It’s the beef stew that Hannibal gave him the recipe for, made with a really lovely bordeaux.

It’s lomo saltado, once, although there’s a saltwater aftertaste that’s unmistakable.

All of these tastes, lingering in the back of Hannibal’s throat, dancing on the edges of his senses, he savours. Because it’s a small piece of Will that he can still cling to within these white, lifeless walls. It’s why he behaves so perfectly for his guards - the most gentlemanly of murderers - and it works. Works so well that they grant him special meal privileges, all so that Will can still taste Hannibal’s cooking, now and then.

But even that small thread can bring the deepest of pain when tugged too tight, and it does just that on an unremarkable Sunday afternoon.

The day that Hannibal tastes wedding cake on his tongue.

It’s a light sponge, perfectly moist with a dark chocolate buttercream. A simple cake, but well made. The taste makes Hannibal want to vomit.

Then he tastes the ghosting press of fingers as they playfully shove the cake in his - Will’s - face, and he does vomit then.

He retches in his tiny porcelain toilet with violent force, and he holds the stale acrid tang of it in his mouth before he spits, hoping that somewhere far away Will gets a taste.

Then he rinses his mouth out, splashes water on his face, and lies down in his grey cot. He stares up at the void of the ceiling and wishes he could never taste anything ever again.

(fluffy part 2 under the cut)

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You’re Being Ridiculous- Tyler Seguin

Originally posted by mattyymarts

Ok anon, I hope this was what you were looking for. Generally you guys like fluffy so I made it fluffy! Hope you all like it!

Warning: cusses

Anon Request: I love your writing! Can you please do a Tyler Seguin imagine where he gets extremely jealous and you get into a huge argument? Thank you!!

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              This was such a ridiculous conversation, you couldn’t actually believe you were having it with Tyler.

              “Why is this such a big deal?” you asked.

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Six Months

Requested: Hi I was wondering if you could write an imagine where management has Shawn date a celebrity instead of y/n. Thanks

Your name: submit What is this?

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That’s it then. Apparently two years meant nothing to him when it meant everything to you. How could he just pretend like two years of your lives never happened? How could he just move on like that? 

As your finger hovers over the mousepad of your macbook, you know you should exit out of this website. You know you should stop looking at these pictures of your ex hand-in-hand with new girl that isn’t you, but you can’t. That’s the thing about dating a celebrity that you never considered before dating Shawn, that once you break up, you’ll see pictures of him all over the internet when you’re not even looking for them. And when he gets into a new relationship, especially if that new relationship is with a “cute, young up and coming actress who’s making her own waves in the industry and dating Shawn Mendes on top of that,” people actually talk about it, and there is no escaping it.

Your friend looks up at you across the table you were supposed to be studying at. “You’re doing it again, aren’t you, y/n?” She asks.

“Doing what?” You question, quickly closing the page and trying to act innocent.

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Stupidity - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

I hate to pile another request on you, but what ‘bout a jughead/reader one, where his S/O persuades him to have a lazy day, and they just cuddle and kiss, nothing more, nothing less.

Originally posted by newtmqs


I’m posting two Jugheads on Valentine’s day because why the Hell not! I tried to make this really fluffy and grossly cheesy for ya! The ending is really bad because I wrote this over two days and lost my ideas. Sorry!!

You weren’t feeling one hundred percent one afternoon, so you called your boyfriend to see if he would be willing to come over. You had been dating Jughead for three months now and were always making plans to hangout. You dialed his number and waited as it rang. After a few moments he finally picked up, “Hey Y/N. I know you love me and all, but we’re literally going out in a few hours.” You let out a giggle, “I was thinking that we could scrap those plans, maybe?” He didn’t say anything for a bit, “Okay sure. Are you feeling alright?” You smiled at his concern, “Just feeling a little low is all.” He laughed on the other end, “You called to see if I would come and cuddle you, right?” You let out another giggle before responding, “Maybe…” He let out an overly dramatic sigh and you could just picture his expression. “I’ll be there soon.”

  He was knocking on your door about ten minutes later. You let him in the house, silently thanking whatever all powerful force had convinced your parents to go out that day. You wrapped your arms around his middle, pressing your face into his shoulder. “Thanks for coming over, Jug,” you whispered and a soft chuckle echoed through his chest. “There’s no need to thank me babe.” You smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him into your room. When inside, he shed his jacket and hat, placing them on your desk chair. You both settled on your bed, snuggled together under your blankets. Your legs tangled together and his arms pulled you to his chest. “So is this all we’re doing today?” He peered down at you with a grin as you reached up and brushed a strand of dark hair out of his face.

 “Do you have a problem with this, Jones?” You sat up, resting one hand on either side of his hips. You looked down at him and at the smug grin that was etched on his lips. His hand reached up, stroking your cheek lovingly and you rolled your eyes. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’, you whispered and leaned down, pressing your lips softly to his.
He smiled into the kiss, pushing back with fervor. Your hand pulled gently at the hem of his sweater as he cupped the back of your head, deepening the kiss. He carefully turned you on your back so he was leaning half of his weight on your side. He broke the kiss with the movement, but his hand shifted to your jaw. His thumb ran across your jaw and chin, to the edge of your bottom lip. “You look so…” he just trailed off and let out a small chuckle, “nothing in my authorial vocabulary can describe you.” You started to giggle from underneath him, “Is that you trying to be romantic or you admitting that you’re dumb?” He joined in on your laughter, shaking his head at your remark. “Which one sounds better to you,” he asked still looking down into your eyes. “Hmm, from an emotional standpoint, it sounded horribly romantic,” he started to lean down, but you stopped him midway by grabbing his chin. “Although, logically, it seemed like you were accepting your stupidity.” You let go of his face, but he only hovered above your lips.
You smiled widely at him, which caused him to laugh. He buried his head between your shoulder and neck, still laughing. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin on your neck as he spoke. “I love you too, Jug,” you said, running your hand across his shoulders to the back of his neck. The tips of your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck and he turned his head, his nose brushing your jaw.  “We’re so gross,” he said, causing you to laugh a little more. He lifted his head once more to look at your face and you couldn’t help but wonder about how you got so lucky. Little did you know, Jughead was thinking the exact same thing. The rest of the day was spent like that; making each other laugh at silly nonsense and reveling in the other’s comfort.  

Birthday Wishes » Jack Maynard

99 for Jack please? Xx


“Happy birthday!” You cheered when your now four-year-old son Elliot emerged from his room of the apartment you both shared. You had split up with his dad, Jack when he was two, but he did put all his love into the boy and spoiled him rotten. 

“Thank you mummy!” He beamed hugging you. You pulled him into your arms and cuddled him into your chest while placing a kiss on his head. “Is daddy coming over today?”

“I’ll ask him whilst you open all your presents.” You grinned tickling him.

“Ahh!” He giggled. You carried him to the living room where a stack of presents and cards laid neatly on the sofa. You watched him open them from the corner of your eye as you sent a text to Jack.

‘Are you coming over today?’

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scaredy-cat

genre: fluff

star of the show: NCT’s Taeyong

word count: 3,311 words

author’s note: the other half to @chipsandwaffles‘ zoo fic. if it’s me, you know it’s gonna be taeyong

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

opening line: “Keep an eye on my sister, Taeyong, or else you’re never going on a second date with her ever again.”

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Leaning on Yoongi

Posts: One

Pairing: Suga x Y/n

Genre: Drama, Romance

Word Count: 5,363

Synophis; Meeting Yoongi was something you didn’t really wanted but who would knew you needed him more than life itself.



Going to a fan meet for you sick sister wasn’t something you thought you’d ever do but here you were standing in line to meet your sister’s favorite K-pop group. They were named Bts or Bulletproof scouts or bangtan boys, yes You did know a thing or two about the guys but this was mainly because your sister had made you curious and you did like their song “spring day” a lot but you never had the desire to meet them in person. Your sister had bought a lot of gifts, which she wanted to give them, I had a full bag of stuff and on each item, she had put the name for the member.

The minute they came walking in the atmosphere changed into a nervous bunch of girls, which was funny and the girls were all yelling different things at the guys. This went on for a few minutes when we finally had to line up so the fan meet could begin and we were starting with J-Hope, you quickly pulled out the present that she labeled for him and when it was your turn you suddenly got really nervous but you did it anyway.

Hi, what’s your name?” It was such a basic question that you could only stare for a few second which made him smile. “Please don’t be nervous, you’re way too pretty to be nervous.” He was so nice that you finally told your name and quickly gave the gifts. “ thank you, do you have questions you want to ask?” You quickly nodded and got out the notes that your sister made. “My Sister wanted to ask you these questions.”

“Your sister, not you?” You shook your head “Ani, my sister was going to come but she is really sick and is staying at the hospital, so she asked me to come for her.” Jhope grabbed my hand and patted it. “That’s so sweet of you, I will definitely  answer all the questions.” You gave him the notes and he immediately started answering them and the staff took the gifts. “What is your sister’s name?” you told him and that’s when you saw that he was writing a little note to her, which made you smile. “It was nice to meet you,” he told you when you started to move to the next person, who happened to be Jimin, he had heard the story and stretched out his hand for the notes. You quickly gave him his gifts as well and as he was talking while he was writing the answers, you couldn’t help but fall a bit for this cute and handsome man.

Next was Jungkook, who was the maknae if you were correct, he was my sister’s favorite, so you had a bit more for him. She had forbidden you to call him oppa as you were two years older. “Jungkook you are my sister’s bias, so can I please take a picture of you for her?” your story went down the table so they all knew about it and without any hesitation he grabbed your phone and started taking selfies and eventually asked you to be in there as well, which you did of course. Taehyung was exactly the same and Jin even took your phone to record a message together with Rapmonster, it was really sweet of them to do that and you softened up for these handsome guys and understood why your sister was so crazy about them. The last one was Suga and he had been watching everything the entire thing even though he had been busy with other fans. If you had to choose a favorite amongst these guys it would definitely be him. Suga stretched out his hand and you started to give him a hand but he immediately asked for the phone, which you gave completely flustered.

He recorded a little message and even made a few selfies, which all looked too cute. He returned the phone and as you were thanking him, he finally grabbed your hand. “What does your sister have?” You were a bit startled that he asked you this but then again, you were surprised that the other guys didn’t ask about it. “She has leukemia,” you mumbled this because it wasn’t something you felt comfortable talking about, not because it was embarrassing but because it made you really sad because she was your baby sister and if anything you always wanted to protect her but you couldn’t.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” you tried to smile at him but your emotions were overwhelming you but there was no way you wanted to cry in front of him so you thanked him and stood up. You quickly walked away and put the bag with gifts in the security’s hands. The minute you were out of sight you leaned against the wall and tried to get your breathing back to normal, which wasn’t an easy thing when suddenly you heard footsteps approaching. You turned your back to the person and quickly wiped away the tears when the person forced you to turn around. It was no other then Suga himself, who was looking concerned but also a bit apologetic. He didn’t say anything and just pulled you in a hug, which was shocking, to say the least, but who were you to complain, it felt nice and safe in his embrace and part of you just wanted to stay there. He pulled away and raised his hand, only to wipe the lost tears on your face, he did this with so much tenderness, that you almost started to cry again.

“I shouldn’t have asked you, I’m really sorry.” You nodded but didn’t say anything because talking wasn’t your forte at this moment, as you were completely mesmerized by him. “I really didn’t want you to cry, so please stop, you’re way too pretty to cry like this.” he was talking really fast right now and it got a bit harder for me to understand.

“I won’t cry anymore, I promise.” you had to stop him from rambling like crazy. “Good.” we were still standing really close to each other and you finally had picked up the courage to look him in the eyes, boy was that a mistake because his eyes were staring intensely at you, this made you blush like crazy and of course he saw this, which made him smile. “Can I have your number?”

“Why?”

“So that I can call you sometime?” he knew this was weird as he never gave his number to fans. “Really?”

“Ye, I really would love to talk to you more often.” You took a deep breath and gave him your number, as he was putting it in his phone you couldn’t help but study him a bit. He was really handsome, the only object I would have was the fact that he was really slim, not that it was a problem but your type was someone who was built like Jungkook and Jimin. Suga didn’t have those muscles though but he did have a certain charm, which lured you in, which was definitely happening right now.

“Yoongi?” His manager looked around the corner to see where he was and the minute he spotted us, he gestured at Suga that he had to come back. “I have to go back but I promise I will call you.” you nodded whilst already thinking that he probably wouldn’t call you, as you were just a total nobody, you even worked at a cafe, when you didn;t have to go to college, just to save money to pay the bills for my sister’s stay at the hospital, whilst paying for my education. You wanted to become an artist and you actually was a trainee but due personal circumstances you had to stop as you had to take care of your sister, so now you majored in art and danced on the side if time allowed it.

The next few days were flying by. You worked a lot whilst doing homework, as you only had each other, you spend every free second in the hospital. “Unni, you should go out, I mean it’s Friday, don’t you want to spend time with your friends?”

“I’m perfectly fine sweetheart.” You smiled at her and as she looked up from her phone, I was a bit startled to see how pale she had become in just a matter of minutes. “Are you really okay?” she nodded but the minute she did that, she started to cough. “Doctor!” you yelled as you pressed the emergency button, they came running in and as they worked on my sister, you had to step out, so that they could do their job. This was getting worse and you really didn’t know how much time there was left. You let yourself slide down against the wall and just sat there waiting for the doctors to be done when your phone started buzzing. You took a look and saw a number you didn’t recognize. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this y/n?”

“Ye, why?”

“It’s Yoongi or Suga from bts, remember?” You vaguely remembered but this really wasn’t important right now.

“I do remember but I really don’t have time, I’m sorry.”  You hung up the phone because the last you needed now was a guy, it would be too much of a distraction. The doctors finally came walking out and they smiled assuring at you but you weren’t having it because you needed to know why her conditions were getting worse. “Excuse me?” The doctor turned around and you took a deep breath. “Why is my sister getting worse?”

“We know more by tomorrow, so please just take care of your sister and come talk to me tomorrow, okay.” This made you so angry because he looked so down at you, just because you weren’t rich.

You walked back in the room and saw that she was sleeping, which was a good thing and it gave you time to get something to eat. You quickly walked into a subway restaurant and ordered, when your phone rang again. It was again Suga’s number, you couldn’t ignore him again as you already had been way too rude to him, maybe if you explained the situation he would understand and just leave you alone because that’s all you wanted. “Hello?”

“Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not, I’m sorry for being so rude before but I was at the hospital.”

“Is your sister okay?”

“She is sleeping right now.”

“Ah okay.” There was a small pause before he continued, which didn’t feel awkward at all “Do you want to talk about?” You already answered yes before he could even finish his sentence because in order to end this before something could start you had to break it off. You told him where he could find you and within a few minutes, he walked in. He looked good, with his glasses and modern clothes, he looked like a university student and as his eyes found yours, you felt your heart skip a beat, this was probably going to be a lot harder than you had thought.

“Do you want something to drink?” you offered but he shook his head and sat down, he had a worried expression on his face and you assumed it was because you looked terrible, your hair was all over the place, this was something you knew. “You don’t look so good.” You shrugged and sipped your drink, he stared at you waiting patiently for you to start talking but how do you talk about something like this. It wasn’t like you knew him that well and most importantly, you really didn’t want to bother him with your messed up life. “Look I already told you my sister has leukemia right? Well it just got worse during this week and that’s why I really don’t have time for this.” you gestured between the two of you. “I’m flattered to be liked by a handsome guy like you but I really need to focus on my little sister, so please don’t call me anymore.”

You stood up but before you could walk away he grabbed your arm and pulled you back into your seat. “Yah, can I say something as well. I know you think you don’t need anyone but you’re mistaken, you need someone to support you as well and that’s exactly what I’m going to do as much as I can.”

“Why? I mean you don’t even know me.”

“I know more than you think. I now that you are trying to keep afloat, with your job and your school, whilst taking care of your little sister and then there is the problem with the hospital bills, so that’s why you need someone to take care of you.”

You got up and walked away without saying a word. “Who does he think he is?” you said out loud, this was a habit that you made as you were indeed a bit lonely. You got back in the room and closed the door, hoping he didn’t follow you because you wouldn’t be surprised as he was pretty sure of himself. When he didn’t show up you finally relaxed and started doing your homework, you were making drawings of your sister, which was going to be your final project, you were documenting her time in the hospital and the changes were shocking, the drawings showed how much worse she had become but for me it was a healing process, at least that was what one of the nurses had said.

You must have fallen asleep because you woke up to two people talking, one was your sister but the other was a bit hard to recognize. “Eonni(unni) are you awake? Look who is here.” You opened your eyes and stretched for a second when your eyes fell on the guy next to your sister. It was no other than Suga who was smiling at you “Good morning, did you sleep well?”

“What are you doing here?”

“Eonni(unni) Don’t talk to him like that, he is still older than you!”

“Really, she is younger?” he smiled at that and you already knew what was coming. “You should call me Oppa than.” You shook your head in denial, this was just not happening.

“Why are you here?”

“I told you I would take care of you right? So it was only normal that I would introduce myself to your sister.”

“Don’t you have a schedule?”

“Ani, we just finished our world tour, we have a month off.” You got up and walked out of the room to wash your face, this was a dream that was all, you kept telling yourself but the thing was, this dream kept repeating itself for at least a week. You fell asleep only to find Yoongi sitting next to your sister’s bed, happily joking around, he came in the early morning and left around 9 am only to return the next morning, this meant that he was busy but you got used to it and for your sister’s sake you said nothing about it and you had to admit that with him being there you had a few more hours for yourself.

It was late when Yoongi walked in and to my surprise he brought all the guys with him, they all smiled at you when they saw you sitting and your sister started to scream in excitement and she practically jumped into Jungkook’s arms, this made you smile but you worried immediately because she wasn’t allowed to get this excited not because you didn’t want to but it was for her own sake. “Jungkook, will you please put her back in bed.” he did what I asked, this made your sister angry, though, she didn’t say a thing but just pouted and before you could say a thing Yoongi scolded her. “Hae-Soo you know you have to keep calm and listen to your sister.”

This surprised you but you didn’t say anything about it, it make the members share a look of surprise but they decided to ignore it as they were talking to Hae-Soo. You were drawing the guys when the doctor came walking in, the guys stopped talking as if they felt something was wrong. “Miss y/n? Can you come with me please?” Your shoulders dropped when he ask you to come with him because that meant he couldn’t discuss it in front of others, which meant nothing good. To your surprise, Yoongi followed you out, which surprised the doctor. “I would like to talk to Miss Y/N in private.”

“Everything you have to say to her, you can tell it in front of me, so please continue.” this time you didn’t object as you had a bad feeling and if it was true then I could use the support. You followed him into his office and sat down when he offered. “Are you sure he can hear this as well?” the doctor asked again and you quickly nodded, wanted to get this over with. “I’m afraid I don’t have good news.” he stopped to see you were still okay. You were playing with your hands out nervousness until Yoongi grabbed them and held them in his, he gently squeezed to let you know he was there for you and this made you breathe a bit easier.  

“What do you mean?”

“Your sister’s condition has worsened tremendously, which means that the weeks she had been given are shortened to not more than three weeks.” You just stared at the doctor like he had two heads instead of one, why was he telling me that my sister just had three more weeks to live, what for nonsense was that? Without noticing it I had been squeezing the life out of Yoongi’s hands, I only noticed it when he pulled out one of his hands and put his arm around my shoulder. “Do you understand what I am telling you, miss?” You nodded slowly because if you would answer right now, you would scream like the world has ended.

“What does this mean?” Yoongi asked this for you and you would be forever grateful for this. “It means that we are going to make her last few weeks as comfortable as possible and that she has to say goodbye.”

“Can she stay at home in her last few weeks?”

“She can, we’ll make sure there is a nurse available to help you at home.”

“Do we need to do something for her to be comfortable?”

“Just be there with her, make sure she knows she is loved.” Yoongi nodded and you knew they were waiting for you to say something but there were a million thoughts running through your mind right now. “Thank you doctor, can we sign her release documents?”

“Yes, I will tell the nurse to get one for you and again I’m really sorry.” Yoongi bowed and pulled me with him. When we were outside the office he didn’t stop to let me breathe, he pulled me into an empty room and closed the door. He turned towards you and just waited and that’s when everything happened at the same time, at first I started having trouble breathing, next thing you know you are in Yoongi’s arms, while he is trying to soothe you by whispering gentle words of encouragement. You were sobbing into his shirt but you couldn’t stop it. You were shaking and sweating at the same time, it was as if your entire world just vanished and Yoongi was the last thing that tried to pull you together. “Just let it out, I’m here.” he was saying this over and over again until I finally started to breathe normally again, you did have the hiccups and were still crying but it all slowed down after awhile. You couldn’t be like this in front of your baby sister, you had to be strong and as this slowly sank in you looked up to see a worried Yoongi looking back, You scared the shit out of him that was for sure but at least he didn’t run away. “Are you okay now?” he asked quietly and you nodded slowly and focussed on his eyes when he wiped away your tears, he even went as far as to kiss you gently on your forehead. “Let’s go.”

You got up and wobbled a bit, Yoongi noticed this and caught you. “Be careful Yagi.” You heard the word of endearment and even though you didn’t have time for it, it did feel nice. He intertwined his fingers with you and together you walked into the hospital room and when you looked at your sister’s face you knew she knew but she still tried to smile. “It’s going to okay Eonni(unni).” she tried to console you, which made it harder because she shouldn’t be the one who had to console someone.  “Let’s go home, okay?” she nodded and quickly climbed out of bed. Yoongi gave us the room so she could get dressed and you could pack her things when she suddenly put her arms around you. “Don’t be sad, it will be okay.” that made you cry again and this time you pulled her into your embrace and together you cried, knowing that this was the last time you could cry in front of her. After a while, you were finally done with packing and the three of you left the hospital.

The next few weeks were a hell as in pretending to be okay, whilst everything inside you screamed at the entire world. You smiled while you didn’t want to smile, you just wanted to curse at the world. Yoongi was a really big help, as he was around as much as he could, even when he had to do things with Bts he never failed to come by to check up on you. He often brought the other guys to keep your sister company, which gave you some time to let off steam and never did you know that Yoongi would be the one who was the one helping me let off some steam. It started the first day after you came home. It was so hard that when Yoongi came in with J-Hope and Jimin, that he immediately took you to your bedroom to just talk but it ended up with a passionate slash desperate kiss and he never once rejected you. The minute you kissed him you wanted to pull back but he put his arms around you and kissed you back, he was aggressive at first and even pulled at your lip, which made you moan, when that happened he softened the kiss and made you long for more when he finally pulled back. This was the start of more and eventually you ended up in bed with each other, this was during the night after you had cleaned up her blood, you were definitely desperate and that’s when Yoongi walked through the door.

That night you spend your time in Yoongi’s arms. He consoled you and made love to you slowly. You cried quietly when he was being gentle and he kissed your tears away, making you fall even deeper, it had been perfect and it was also the moment you realised that you loved Yoongi with all your heart, you knew that it just wasn’t the time to tell him because he probably thought you were only using him to help you get through a tough time.

After two weeks your baby sister began to sleep through entire days, which meant it was nearly at its end and it became harder and harder. You had taken care of everything and were just waiting at her bedside. Yoongi was there a lot, together with the members, it was like you had suddenly gained a family and you wouldn’t know what to do without them. You hadn’t said goodbye yet to her but you knew you had to before it was too late. “Miss, I think it’s time.” the nurse had been a quiet factor in your house and you were so thankful for her help. “Are you sure?”

“I am, I think that if you want to say goodbye, this will be the only chance left.” You had to gulp a few times before you turned to your sleeping sister and before saying a thing you took a deep breath and her hand in yours. “My baby sister, I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I will miss you so so much but just know it’s okay to go. Go see our parents and tell them I love them okay? I would have given my life for you if I could, you are my everything and you will never be out of my heart. Just know that your Eonni(unni) loves you and it’s okay, just rest now.” you crawled beside her and took her in your arms and as you laid like this you could still feel a faint heartbeat.

You opened your eyes and knew it was over, your sister had passed away, her heart wasn’t beating anymore and she was cold. You felt the first tears when they dropped on your hand which laid on her tiny chest. You didn’t know how long you lay like this but eventually, you were lifted from the bed. “NO, I DON’T WANT TO GO!” You were frantic right now and tried to get out of his hold. “I DON’T WANT TO LEAVE HER, LET GO OFF ME!” you yelled again but it was like everyone was deaf. They took her away in a funeral car whilst Yoongi held you back, you had calmed down after the nurse gave you a tranquilizer, it was as if you landed in your personal hell and all the sunshine had left. Yoongi took you to bed and just held you whilst you cried, he never once checked his phone, which meant he had informed the guys and Big Hit Entertainment and they were okay with him being here for you. When the day of the funeral broke, you just got dressed in traditional mourning clothes and you were surprised by all the people who came by paying their respect. Yoongi stayed by your side the entire time and the other guys were helping out. You weren’t sure how you survived the day but Yoongi gave you your space at a certain point, you knew it was late but he never made you leave. You stayed two days and at the day she got buried you had yourself back together and did everything you should. Yoongi held your hand and the other guys walked behind you.

After that day, life got back to normal and you didn’t see Yoongi that much as you had to focus on your job and college. You did miss him a lot but what could you do? He had his schedule and you also had your schedule. You were spending almost all your time in school, working on your project which was almost done and would be your last assignment before you graduated, it were a lot of paintings of your sister and her last few weeks but you also used old pictures, which meant you had an entire lifeline and as the last few months flew by you had graduated with the highest scores and you also got offered your own gallery.
This would be your chance to thank the guys for everything they did, especially Yoongi and maybe now was the time to confess to him. You made your agency send an invite to the guys and they had actually accepted it, which made you nervous but happy. When the day started, you made sure everything was as you wanted and as you walked through your gallery with your agent, you felt proud and sad at the same time because here you could look at your sister smiling, crying and being silly but knowing that she wasn’t here to see it herself, well it had a double feeling. “You should get ready.”

“I should right. I will be back in an hour.” you quickly pulled on a black cocktail dress and high heels. You already did your hair and it hung down your back in curls. Your makeup was natural and your jewelry existed out of a beautiful golden necklace, which had belonged to your sister and you wore earrings but that was all. Your manager texted you to let you know that it was time. You quickly made your way back to the gallery and you were actually nervous when you saw the line of people waiting to get in. You smiled when you saw the bts boys, the looked nice and curious. When my manager let everyone in, you stayed back until she introduced you, she let everyone look around and you could hear gasps. They were talking vividly about the artwork and you instantly knew it was a big success. It was time to introduce me and you just waited.

“Everyone, thank you so much for coming. I hope you enjoyed everything so far, this artist has just graduated college but as you can see she is really gifted and we were lucky that she signed to our company, let give a round of applause for the talented Y/N.” You quickly got out of the backroom and took the little stage. “Thank you all so much for the love. It’s an honor to be presented by these lovely people. These paintings are deeply woven into my heart, The little girl you see on each picture is my little sister, she died a few months ago and before she died, I decided that the best way to remember her is to put her in everlasting paintings. She was and still is my muse and inspiration that will never be forgotten. I learned a lot from her and this is my way to thank her for being there even though it was hard for her. As you can see it’s not only my sister that I painted but also the people around her and I want to thank the men of Bts for their support at the end. They have become a family and I know that my sister thought of you as her close brothers, so thank you so much for making her life just a little bit better. Thank you all again for coming tonight and I really wish you all the best life you can get, thank you.” you ended with a bow. Everyone clapped and even whistled after you ended your speech. You couldn’t stay inside though as you needed some air and without knowing it someone followed you onto the roof but the minute his arms pulled you in a hug, you knew.

“You were amazing Yagi.” he kissed you gently at your neck and you completely relaxed in his arms because he felt warm and it was like coming home from a long journey. “Do you think she is looking at us?” you couldn’t help but ask and you felt him nodding. “I think she is looking at you and she feels really proud of everything you have achieved.”

“Yoongi?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.” he turned you around and with the setting sun, his eyes were even more beautiful and you felt lost in them. “Don’t ever thank me for this okay.” you nodded as he wiped away the strand of hair that the wind had blown on your face.

“I should have said this earlier but I was afraid that you thought it was because I was in pain but I love you.” he looked at me with a soft smile and when he lowered his head he mumbled against my lips “I know yagi.” and kissed you gently when he pulled away he turned you around so he could give you a back hug. It was beautiful to see the sun going down and as the last colors faded he kissed me again on my neck and quietly mumbled.

“I love you too.”

Originally posted by minsugago

anonymous asked:

is that my necklace erejean

[Ao3]


“Is that my necklace?”

Eren freezes. That voice has been echoing in his mind for the past year. So good, Eren. Fuck, Eren. Eren, Eren, Eren.

“Eren?”

Eren doesn’t look up yet. Stares at the bronze chain looped around his neck and the little elephant pendant anchoring it to his chest. He grasps it between his fingers before glancing up at Jean. “It might be?”

And shit, Jean is more gorgeous than he remembers. Being sober probably helps.

“Do you mind if I…” Jean gestures to the empty bench beside Eren.

Eren nods, eyes traveling along Jean’s frame as he sits. “So how’ve you been?” Jean asks.

Eren’s brows raise. He’s going with small talk? He shrugs. “Been all right. Work’s kicking my ass but I’m saving a lot so. Things aren’t bad.”

Jean nods. He peeks at Eren out of the corner of his eye and chews on his lip. “Still working for the same construction company?”

Eren opens his mouth to tell him yes, that he actually got promoted to foreman 6 months ago, but that doesn’t come out. “Why’d you leave?” Jean blinks at him. Eren’s face burns and he curses his impulsive tongue, but the question is out there already. “The morning after. I was barely awake and you were already putting your shoes on.”

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The Good Parent - Part Five

Summary: After taking a long break at work and finally returning, you were already working overtime on your very first day. You happened to be the kindergartener of the son of Dean Winchester, a busy hunter, who would turn out to be the reason for a lot of trouble for you.

Words: 1536

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Warnings: none

A/N: This is still a rewritten part. Including Part 7, everything will be rewritten forms of the old parts.

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Fate - Mark (Day 71/100)

You can find my post explaining the 100 Day Drabble Challenge here

To view the masterlist of drabbles for the challenge, click here

Prompt: Fate
Member: Mark x Reader
AU: Soulmate!AU - Everyone is born with a timer on their left wrist that tells them how much time their soulmate has left to live and a compass on their right wrist that tells them the direction their soulmate is currently in and how many miles away they are

Word Count: 3,903

TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH
. This one is rather angsty and it got crazy long crazy fast~


How had this happened?

You stared down at the clock tattooed on your wrist in disbelief. Your chest tightened and you suddenly felt the air in the room leave completely.

00:02:21:17:49:12

Two months, twenty-one days, seventeen hours, forty-nine minutes, and twelve seconds. That’s how long your soulmate had to live.

You paced around the living room, trying to decide what to do. The compass on your other wrist still pointed southeast and was shining the number 2,076. He hadn’t moved, so what had happened? Was he in an accident? Did he have an illness? He had 62 years just yesterday, so why was it suddenly so low?

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Lucas x dyslexic!reader 2

You were awoken by a sharp pain in your neck. The way the sore area felt when you ran your hand over it made you think that it was bruised. The room was mostly dark, which you were actually thankful for because bright lights probably wouldn’t do anything for your aching head. There was one light right in front of you that light up the room enough for you to make out what was around you, but it was still pretty faint. Once your eyes were able to focus more, you could tell that it was a computer. You pushed yourself off of the floor and walked over to it while you were desperately trying to remember what lead to you being here. One look a the locked computer screen was all you needed to jog your memory. The name Lucas jumped at you like warning sign, and you knew that you needed to get out of here. There were metal doors on either side of the room, neither of which looked inviting, but you had to chooses one of them before Lucas came back here. You dashed to one of the doors and opened it enough to see some sort of lab area, but quickly decided that way was a bad choice when you saw Lucas standing, thankfully with his back turned to you, down a small flight of stairs. Without hesitation you went to the other door and bolted as fast as you could. It was a good thing you left when you did because soon after you were past the metal walk way that lead to a mine like area you heard a very angry, “GOD DAMMIT!” signaling that Lucas just went to look for you.


You weren’t sure where you were going. You were just trying to get as much distance between you and Lucas as physically possible. It was going to be almost impossible to find your way out considering that you struggled with directs anyway and you haven’t even been trying to figure out the direction of the path you were taking, but wandering in a mine for a few days would be way better than being stuck with Lucas. Lucas by himself was bad news, so you couldn’t even imagine what Lucas with a lab would be like. You kept running until you reached a dead end. There was a blockade of some sort that was made out of logs. There was probably a way to break off a piece or squeeze through, but you weren’t sure if there would be enough time to do either before Lucas caught up with you. There was only seconds before Lucas found you, so you had to hide quickly. There was a small structure that was supposed to stop mine cars that went down the track, but it had a big empty space so there was no way that you’d be able to hide there. Suddenly, you spotted a large bolder right behind the structure in the caved in part of the tunnel. There was enough space between it and the rocks behind it that you were able to fit where Lucas shouldn’t be able to see you. You quickly climbed the rock pile and got yourself into position before working on calming down your breathing. This whole thing would be for naught if you let heavy breathing give away your hiding spot.


Soon the sound of rapid crunching could be heard as Lucas ran on the gravely pathway that lead to the area where you were. You did your best to quiet your breathing even more than you already were in an effort to make it almost soundless. The crunching of the gravel and the sound of Lucas cussing under his breath could be heard constantly for about five minutes as he looked around the area. You were about ready to throw up because you were sure that he would find you at any minute. A wave of relief washed over you when the sound of his steps went back towards the path and eventually disappeared, signaling to you that he was gone. You crawled out of your handing spot and brushed the dust off of yourself. Lucas might be gone for right now, but there was no telling when he would come back. There was one thing that you were sure of; you were NOT going to be here when he did. Looking at the area in more detail now that you weren’t as pressed for time, you noticed that there was a gap in the log blockade that was considerably bigger that the others. That was your ticket out of here! You went to the gap and started to push yourself through. All was going well. You were going to get through here, leave Lucas behind, go find Zoe and Mia, and…and…you were stuck.


You totally misjudged the width of the gap, and now you were stuck with half of your body on one side and the other half on the side you started on. “Okay…” You sigh to yourself in an effort to keep yourself calm. All you needed to do was wiggle around a little bit and you would eventually work your way the rest of the way through. “Well, I’ll be a sonava bitch! How’d ya suppose this happened?” An all too familiar drawl called from behind you. Crap! You were too occupied with getting yourself unstuck that you hadn’t even heard Lucas walk back up behind you. Not, that it would have mattered. You wouldn’t have been able to go anywhere anyways. “You caught me. Good for you.” You say in an extremely deadpan voice. Honestly, you should be more frightened right now, but your most prevalent feeling was regret for how stupid you were. Not to mention, even though Lucas had found you, you were still stuck and it would take him a bit to get you out of where you were. Sure, he could just kill you while you were immobile, but that seem a little too bland for him. He likes to have a lot of pizzaz to his murders.


“Soooooo~ What'cha doin’?” Lucas said in a smug sing song voice as he leaned his back against the blockade. “Really?” was all you felt like responding with. He let out a laugh that let you know that he thought this was one of the funniest things he had seen in awhile. “Wait! Wait! Hold on! I got the best idea!” he almost wheezed between laughs as he pushed himself off the blockade and started to head back up the path. “Don’t you go nowhere now.” he called back to you in a teasing tone before he left. Well, he gave you one instruction, so of course you were going to do the opposite. You wiggled used your hands to push as hard as you could, but it seemed liked you were going nowhere. You kept trying and trying until you actually started to ware yourself out. How did you keep getting yourself into these kind of situations? The next thing you knew, you heard Lucas walking up to you, shortly followed by him sitting down on your legs and something being placed on you. The slight clicking that you heard next let you know exactly what he was doing. “Are you really using me as a computer desk?” You question as you try to turn your neck enough to look at him, and failing horribly. “Yeah,” he started with a slight laugh before his tone turned extremely serious, “and I suggest that you don’t be movin’ around too much, ‘cus if you break my computer then it will NOT be good for your general wellbein’.”


After awhile and well after your legs had fallen asleep, he asked you a question. You decided to just answer it because you didn’t have anything else you were able to do at the moment. “Hey, how do you spell the words belief and ruffle?” He asked in a tone that was trying to sound innocent, but you knew better. “B-e-l-e-i-f and r-u-f-f-e-l. Why?” You respond. Lucas answered with another question. “You’re dyslexic, ain’t ya?” You were confused on how he could jump to a conclusion like that. Even though he was right, there was no way that simply spelling, or misspelling based on his response, a few words could tell him. Lucas picked up on your confusion, and gave you an explanation. “Back in the barn I noticed that you had trouble with numbers, and you also seemed to have trouble keepin’ your left n’ right straight. Just now you had trouble spellin’ some words. All I had'ta do was look up those symptoms and I got the answer. Ain’t the internet a wonderful thing?” He ended with a chuckle. You forgot that he was actually really smart, like engineering trophies in his room smart, because most of the time you just saw the eccentric guy that makes death traps side.


“Welp, suppose we better get'cha outta there. Can’t really play games with you all stuck and such.” Lucas sighed as he sat his computer a ways to the side and stood up. You suddenly felt a firm grasp on your hips and heard Lucas chuckle, “Parden the intrusion.” before you were being pulled towards him. Apparently you were more stuck than you thought because Lucas had to actually use one of his legs to push off of one of the logs. When he did manage to get you out, he was pulling so hard that it sent the two of you flying backwards. You landed in his lap and he caught himself on his elbows, thankful that he had his hoodie on so he didn’t cut them on the gravel floor. “Hello there.” Lucas said with a mischievous grin as you looked over to him. It was then that it occurred to you that this was only the second time that you had actually seen him in person, and you defiantly weren’t this close the first time. Your face started to get a red tint when you realized that you thought he was actually an attractive guy. That was something you never thought you would think about someone that sent you through death traps and kidnapped you. This new feeling was not okay, but you would have to try your hardest to remind yourself of that.

BTS: Save me (Gang AU)

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Prologue

Chapter 1 /2/ 3/ 4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12

Chapter 13
“Play on”

BTS Meeting room   

  Namjoon cleared his throat before speaking out loud and clear for all the top 7 to hear, “The reason for today’s meeting is to firstly, welcome tae back to the team and secondly, discuss our next move of infiltration.”     

  “As hoseok had updated all of you guys that we have alerted Got7 by mistake, we would continue as normal. There is no change to the date.” Namjoon instructed. 

  That moment there is an unanimous, “what?!"  From all the men except yoongi.  

 "Joon, you are not joking right? They know about it.” Hoseok questioned.       

“They won’t expect it to happen so soon. We will catch them, surprised.” Yoongi replied.   

  “So now. I need no further mistakes. And i need you and your men to focus on what you need to do. As for taehyung, you can train your men for backup got it ?” Namjoon spoke with authority. 

In which all replied with,  “yes.”     

  “Okay. Meeting adjourned.  Hoseok and Jin stay behind.” Namjoon dismiss them with a wave of his hand.

 BTS Hallway   

  “Hey guys! Let’s have a welcome back party for me shall we? ” Taehyung chirped, grabbing Jungkook’s and jimin’s hand.   

  “You guys run along. I need to finish producing a batch of drugs quickly. Don’t get into trouble, brats.” Yoongi replied.   

  “Wait. Yoongi hyung. Why the rush?” Taehyung questioned, wanting to know more about the roles of the top7 in the infiltration.   

  “Oh right. You don’t know. We are importing new and advance weapons from America so we need more funds. Jungkook-ah. Update taehyung on our progress while you all are at it.” Yoongi answered, before leaving for his workplace. 

   Had his prayers been answered ? Or did lady luck just shine on him ? All his answers would now fall into his lap, but he wished he wasn’t part of the team, he wished he hadn’t need to betray his one and only family.    

  “HYUNG!” Jungkook loud voice broke his chain of thoughts.   

  “What ?” Taehyung replied acting irritated.   

  “What were you thinking so deeply about ? (Y/n) ?” Jimin teased. 

Oh yeah. Her. I almost forgot. I needed to know the police side as well. Sh*t.       

  “No? She is hoseok’s ” Taehyung replied, nonchalantly.   

  “Okay back to my question. Where do you want to celebrate ?” Jungkook interrupted the tense atmosphere.   

  “The usual?” The three of them smirked at each other. 

  “Let’s go!" 

   BTS Meeting room   

  "Hoseok. I need you to contact  (Y/n ) and see what the police side can do. There is no change to the dates remember and try to make her stay even after the infiltration of Got7 i cannot lose a single chess piece got it ?” Namjoon instructed.   

  “Got it. ” Hoseok replied.   

  “Jin. I need you to be done with the weapon deals and also the finances issues asap. We are running short of time. At the same time, get more medical supplies ready. Hoseok. Ask (y/n) to give Jin the license and entry pass for the deals. ” Namjoon ordered.   

  “That’s all. Thanks guys. And help taehyung along the way.” Namjoon continued.   

  “No problem.” The two replied in unison. 

 DOPE   

  Taehyung had all the answers he needed from jungkook and jimin about their operation. He felt guilty. He didn't  want to do this. But he had to.   

  His phone rang as if it was all planned before hand and the sickening voice echoed from his speaker.   

  “Hey there. Got all the information Jaebum need ? Come over to Jamsil. ” The owner of the voice, bambam boomed.   

  “Whatever. Better ask your sh*tass of a boss to keep his f**king promise.” Taehyung replied, annoyed, before ending the call.   

  He drove all the way to Jamsil frustrated and angry at himself. When he arrived, he saw Park min tied to a chair, bruises on her face as her tears streaked down her once flawless face, he immediately clenched his fist until his knuckles turned white.   

  “Tell me  what i need to know and you can take her.” Jaebum spoke calmly.   Taehyung  proceed to tell him BTS’ plans, glancing at park min whenever he had a chance to ensure she was okay.   

  “What about the police side? ” Yugyeom questioned.   

  “I don’t know. ” Taehyung replied.      

  “What do you mean you don’t know? The police is your girlfriend.” Jaebum questioned, gesturing to Mark who slaps Park min across her face. 

   "I am no longer in a relationship with (Y/n).“ Taehyung responded. 

  "Do i look like i care? I would put a bullet through her head before i put one through yours. Call her now. Put it on speaker.” Jaebum fumed. 

 Taehyung dialled your number, to which he was surprise that you picked up his call. 

   "Taehyung? I was expecting you. Jungkook told me to inform you.“ You answered, completely unaware. 

  Of all times he needed to get lucky. Why now? 

 You told him over the phone about your side of the story. 

   "Thank you (Y/n ). Very much.” Taehyung replied. 

   "No worries. “ you replied. That was the code word you had with Taehyung. 

Was he in trouble? You didn’t end the call, neither did he. 

 On the other end, you heard gun shots. 

 If the history repeats itself. 

 Let it.

 A/n: If this part was boring or horrible pardon me.): And again do vote on who you all want to be with! 1. Taehyung 2. Hoseok 3. A twist 

 -J.L  

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Can I Kiss You? (Trixya) - Tati

A/N: I’m sorry this isn’t chapter 5 of Our Deal! I’ve had this idea in mind for a while now and decided this should be a thing and have it out there for anyone to read. I love fics with trans Katya and noticed that I hadn’t come across one where Trixie was trans so I decided to give it a try and I hope I do it justice. I can’t take any credit for the idea as I saw this prompt post months ago and will def reblog it on my sideblog to give it credit. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated! I’d like to thank Alex for being my beta and encouraging me to write this.

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phichit: hey yuuri have you ever watched parks and rec
yuuri: yeah why
phichit: :)
phichit: eagle one: you
been there done that: me
currently doing that: victor
it happened once in a dream: christophe
if i had to pick a girl: yuuko
eagle two: yurio
yuuri: PHICHIT WHY
phichit: id be lying if i said i hadnt thought about it: jj
yuuri: DELETE MY NUMBER FROM YOUR PHONE

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Even though the Wobble street house is at risk of being retconned and may actually not have ever existed I still think there are some funny observations you can make about it. I’ve gif’d Do Ya Thing enough that I’ve accumulated a number of screen shots and questions like, who took all the Polaroid pictures we see taped on the walls? And why do they all have different names like “Benny” and “Bill”? Who is the photographer…di 2D pick up a new hobby?

And then there are the observations.

The second screen shot is Noodle’s bedroom door. Notice the “Keep In” sign. The reason I point this out is because Murdoc had the same sign hung up in his old room back before the band was formed which implies that he kept a lot of hi old stuff from when he was growing up, and took it with him when he moved in with the band. Seeing it on Noodle’s door suggests he handed some of his old stuff down to her. Aw.

Next is Murdoc’s door and there’s nothing particularly notable here, though the “I <3 Yoko” sticker now has an added layer of eerie foreshadowing considering what we learned in the Book of Murdoc. Then there’s the “Murder of Crows” sticker, which is an expression which alludes to a plethora of death-related folk beliefs (i.e. groups of crows are referred to as a “murder” because it was thought that they congregated around other living things that were about to die etc.) It’s also yet another illustration of how much Murdoc must like crows and ravens lmao…#bringbackCortez.

Finally, I included the screenshot of the Boogieman because of I think there’s some visual analysis to be made here. Notice how the his sitting position mirrors that of the Tarot card in the background. The tarot card being mirrored? The Emperor. Idk if the linkage was intentional or not (I lean toward not) but hmmm.