#let alone jim gonna have a heart attack when he sees her as wait he has a sister????

[thisisbecausepolyvoreclosed]

Concept design for Nova Hawkins in an alternate universe on my friends, @dani-luminae , fic, Stars On Earth, that we talk about at times.

The youngest child of Sarah Hawkins and younger half-sister of Jim Hawkins, Nova was born some time after her older brother mysteriously disappeared and despite having never met him, Nova already has a good idea of what her brother was like...since in all the stories she's heard about him from her mother, Nova's always found herself being compared to him, for both better and worse. Because despite her mother's attempts to keep Nova on the right path, Nova would ultimately end up on the same one her brother had been at her age: trouble, with Nova ultimately getting a list of arrests going for all the trouble she was getting into, the last one being for going into restricted areas with a home-made solar surfer. Panicked about losing Nova completely to the same thing she ultimately lost Jim too, Sarah would ground Nova until further notice, but this wouldn't stop Nova from sneaking out and by pure accident, coming across a fight between pirates from the Pleiadean Fleet, the very same fleet her brother once commanded. And despite the fact that she didn't mean to get involved in the fight...well, what else was she supposed to do when one side recognized her as definitely a Hawkins, an enemy of some of the fleet now somehow, and went after her? Though thankfully, she would end up being saved by the other side of the pirate fight led by a pirate with a cyborg arm named Silver and a lioness named Kate, both former members of Jim's crew as the chief and second in command respectfully. And after the attacking side fled and Nova was fully introduced to Silver and Kate and their crew, Nova would ultimately learn what happened to her brother at least...but much to her disappointment, they don't know where he ended up still, something they still trying to rectify, which catches Nova's interest and causes her to ultimately want to go with them so she can find this brother of hers already. And despite her mother's initial objections at first, words from Silver, the very same man that had gotten her brother off the same destructive path Nova is currently on, convinces her mother to let Nova go with the pirates and Nova is able to finally travel the stars in search of her brother.

#stars on earth alternate universe #nova hawkins #faceclaim: jenna ortega #concept look #(yeah we somehow fitted nova into this au lol #she just the baby of a pirate crew in this au lol #in both age but also just because the crew are fearful of losing another hawkins #and therefore do their best to keep her safe while also keeping her off that path jim had been on #as they pirates but they not as bad as she had been going in terms of arrests and such #as silver basically her dad at times while kate the cool aunt #and yes just know they all did a double take when seeing her first time as shes jims double essentially in everything but gender #let alone jim gonna have a heart attack when he sees her as wait he has a sister???? #or at least lia and reese will as they have an aunt??? #also unrelated but her fc image looking ready to murder lol #anyone wonder who shes planning to kill lmao #also probably the one time i think one of these novas is completely similiar to chasing stardust her lol #must be the missing brother angle)

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Eyes and Ears

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: An AU where Barbara finds Jason instead of Bruce.

Chapters: 13/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Sheila Haywood, Original Character(s)

Relationship(s): Jason Todd/Original Character(s), Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Older SIbling Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Jason Todd is NOT Robin, Jason Todd Has Issues, Jason Todd Has a Crush, Adopted Siblings

Chapter Thirteen: Tiresias

A few weeks passed, and Jason spent most of his nights in Barbara's room listening to dispatch calls. Things were slow that summer night, and Jason was almost ready to sign off for the night until he heard the distressed pleas of a familiar voice. "He broke in and h-he-." Her voice broke off as she burst into tears, and Jason traced the call back to his old neighborhood.

"Hey," Jason spoke softly on comms, "I think you should check on this woman from my old building. Her name's Kerry." He gave Barbara the woman's address.

"What happened?" Barbara asked.

"I dunno yet. I'm waiting for Kerry to say... She can't stop crying," Jason whispered.

"Well, try and think of something that could've happened—."

"I don't—. She's hurt... And scared," Jason mumbled as he remembered her face. Kerry was a quiet woman, but she was always kind to him. His heart raced, and tears welled up in his eyes as he realized what happened to her.

"You know her, don't you?" Barbara asked.

"Yeah... I do. Don't scare her, just stay with her, please. She's all alone," Jason pleaded.

"I'm nearly there, T. I'll wait with her, but I can't go to the hospital with her," Barbara whispered back. Jason waited several minutes until he could hear Kerry crying over comms.

"Hi, hey... It's alright. Help's on the way. Do you remember anything?" Barbara asked. Jason pulled his knees to his chest as he listened to Kerry describe her attacker. Jason noted that the man had only four fingers on his right hand. Jason did a search based on her description, and he took his headphones out so that he didn't have to hear the rest.

Jason waited a few minutes before putting his headphones back in, and he asked if Barbara was still there. "No, I just left. They'll get him," Barbara whispered, "T?"

"I hope the police find him before we do," Jason mumbled.

"Tiresias, listen to me. We do this by the book or not at all," Barbara warned him, "How do you know her?"

"She was always nice to me... When my mom—." Jason took a deep breath. "She made sure my mom had a funeral. I don't know how, but she did... I'm gonna listen to the—."

"I'm calling it a night, T. Get some sleep," Barbara commanded in a gentle tone of voice. Jason signed off and waited for her to return home. He left her room and sat on the couch in the dark. Barbara climbed in the window a half-hour later, and she got changed into her pajamas and went straight to him. "Jason—."

"Can you take me to see her tomorrow? You don't have to go in with me. I can tell her that—."

"I'll take you," Barbara interrupted. Jason hugged her. "Jason, get some sleep. I'll take you first thing in the morning."

Jason nodded and went to his room. He tossed and turned until the sun came up, and he got dressed and ready to go. Barbara came in the front door dressed for a run. "What's your lie?" Barbara whispered.

"Huh? Oh! I stopped by the building to say hi and heard she was in the hospital," Jason whispered. Barbara nodded, and they got a cab to the hospital. She didn't say much, but she worried that he was holding his feelings in.

"It's okay if you're worried—."

"I know. Kerry's good people. I'm gonna make sure I do right by her... Justice, right?" Jason asked. Barbara hugged Jason and took him to the front desk, where he signed in to visit Kerry.

"You need me to wait in the hall, or do you want me to back off a little?" Barbara asked.

"I'm okay. I can go in by myself. Kerry knows me. I'll let you know if there's anything we can—."

"Just talk to her. That's all I want you to do," Barbara interrupted. Jason nodded.

"Thanks, Babs," Jason whispered before knocking on the door of her room.

"Come in," answered Kerry tearfully. Jason entered the room, and Kerry wiped her tears away in a frantic attempt to seem okay. "Jason? What are you doing here?" she smiled as she opened her arms, and he embraced her.

"I was gonna come visit you, but they said you were in the hospital," Jason lied.

"Where've you been? I just realized I missed your last birthday," she asked in an attempt to take the subject off of her.

"New family... A dad and an older sister. They're good people," Jason replied.

"Did they tell you about Sheila?" she asked. Jason nodded.

"You knew She—. You knew my birth mother?" Jason asked. She smiled and nodded.

"I do. I um... I owe you a birthday present, and I know this doesn't count, but I want you to go to take my spare key. You can keep it, and I want you to take the big cookie tin off the top of my fridge," she whispered.

"I can't leave you now, Ker—."

"Please. I want you to. I should've told you when Catherine—. I just didn't know how to say that I knew... She never left a return address on the things she sent. She just told me to hold onto them just in case you found out about her. I want you to go right now and get them and come back and visit me in my apartment once you've sifted through everything... Tell me what you think," Kerry interrupted. She kissed Jason on the cheek and took her spare key out of her purse to give to Jason. "And bring your family next time. I'd love to meet them."

"I will. Thanks, Kerry... Wait," Jason stopped and wrote down his number for her. "Thank you again for everything. I promise I'll visit." He waved at her one last time before walking out to the front, and Barbara stood still as if she was waiting for him to fall apart.

"She knew my mother," Jason whispered, "And she gave me her spare key."

"You wanna go there now?" Barbara asked. Jason nodded.

#fic #eyes and ears fic #batfam #Jason Todd #Barbara Gordon #Jim Gordon #Dick Grayson #Bruce Wayne #Sheila Haywood #Original Character(s) #Jason Todd/Original Character(s) #Past Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson #Canon Divergent AU #Older SIbling Barbara Gordon #Jason Todd-centric #Barbara Gordon is Oracle #Jason Todd is NOT Robin #Jason Todd Has Issues #Jason Todd Has a Crush #Adopted Siblings

[divorcingjimmatthews]

season 2 episode 5 reactions as i watch

huge spoilers obviously

(this is mostly for myself to have somewhere to scream as i go, its LONG AF youve been warned)

RANDALL IS SCARING ME SO MUCH LIKE PLEASE DONT BANG ON STUFF WHAT IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY MAKE THE TALISMAN FALL I AM HAVING A HEART ATTACK WITH THIS SCENE. RANDALL STOP STOP STOP YOURE GOING TO DIE DUDE

(straight up cant watch the rest of the episode because i paused it and cant bring myself to unpause lmaooo. from ends here for me i guess)

ok its over thank god

JADE STOP DRINKING SOMEONE HELP THIS MAN. hes even sleeping with the fucking journal like please he needs 20 interventions

also dammit he actually moved to the bar i accidentally manifested it LMAO

can the show please stop torturing this man with the hallucinations please and thank you

TABITHA IS IN MAMA WOLF MODE LETS GO

boyd defending sara... knowing what happened to his wife and what she did... oh man. this hurts. knowing tabitha also lost a child before turns the intensity of all this to eleven millions

LMAO ok someone calling tabitha out for her basement hole and its consequences at long last. i love tabitha but like it has to be acknowledged

"That part i cant help you with" dang Good Line

honestly cant even imagine how sara is feeling i dont know what id be doing in her situation like just watching it stresses me so much.

ETHAN BABY :'(((( im sobbing

KRISTI IS SO PRETTY oh my god i am so bisexual right now. she cant just do this. the shirtttt. i think im seeing the sweetest and most beautiful woman in the world

dhsjfhsh marielle doing the same thing with the shirt that i had the reader do in my fic i cant even

"For a long time it smelled like you. Now it just smells" i laughed so hard

"Youre still you" 🥺

SARA GIRL WHAT ARE YOU DOING ARE YOU TRYING TO GET K oh yeah wait she probably is

oh its her house ok god i thought she'd gone to the matthews'

NEW HOUSE WHO DIS

cant belive an extra got one of the few houses this is so funny to me for no reason

this scene gosh. ouch. ouch. im taking 2 damage per second watching this episode

JADE. the bottles. jade my beloved this is point of no return level stuff. mrs Liu please come get him home

VICTOR

victoooor

"You dont look good" im losing it

thank you victor

victor 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i love him. the sweetest

JADE IM GOING TO STRANGLE YOU DONT BE LIKE THISSS

"WAIT" i fucking cant i love this man

"This took me all fucking night" jade never stop being the funniest mf on the planet please

jim calling tabitha tabby is so sweet it got me

"Faith. In you" oh boy. Oh man. Oh boy oh man. This scene. How is this show hitting every singe fucking note.

donna brought up abby omgomg

OK BUT CAN YOU BLAME HIM FOR WANTING TO FIND AN ALTERNATIVE THIS TIME

(maybe)

(arghhhh this is so hard)

"only monsters live in the woods" ethan i love everything you say. go my boy

(sara voice) okay

"The trees theyre changing" i love how victor is 100% harmless but could NOT be any more ominous lmaooo

CAR GRAVEYARD

"When i was alone i moved the cars because i didnt want to see them. Theres a lot more behind the rocks but those were already here" GODDAMMIT

no but victor is literally the sweetest man on earth. you were rightfully angry victor !! jade now you apologise.

"okay" ill kill him

victor sitting on the car 🥺🥺🥺🥺 im going to cry

what a scene. my god.

SARA HAS ONLY BEEN THERE FOR A COUPLE OF MONTHS?

"Do you live here in town" ELGIN i love you

poor julie if she knew her crush is out there flirting with the local murderer

"I like what i like and i like owls" based. thats me writing 300 jade posts per day

oh boy this scene (me about every scene)

"THAT PART ALWAYS SEEMED A BIT LIKE WISHFUL THINKING TO ME" im. ill be processing for 3 years

"Did you do something that needs forgiving?" elgin my sweet boy

jim rightly proud of his badass kid

"you put hate inside me" :'(

is she gonna give her her stuff damn shes too nice

a part of me is feeling like shes gonna smash it tho lmao

SORRY FOR DOUBTING YOU MRS LIU

i am starting to assume that everyone forgot about tobey so jade is never even gonna know that it was sara lmao

KENNY

oh my god kenny

im hurt seeing him so hurt

TOWNSPEOPLE CAN WE GIVE KENNY A BREAK OVER HERE PLEASE WHAT R U STARING AT HES VERY RIGTHFULLY MAD HE HAS EVERY RIGHT

oh elgin

elgin youre too sweet

elginnnnn

everyones gonna hate you elgin 😭😭😭 i am suffering for you

KRISTI BECAME EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL THIS IS NOT A DRILL

now please do jade

"KRISTI WHERE ARE YOU GOING BABY STOP"

KRISTI NO NO NOOOOOO

i love her so much

"People liked him, then he changed" dont do this to me

"I am at the end of my rope" oh god

TABITHA??????

holy fucking shit im going to die of heart attack

this doesnt have captions i dont know what the creepy ghost children are saying

I WAS LITERALLY THINKING I WISHED TABITHA AND JADE WOULD INTERACT AND LOOK AT THIS NOW

i knew jim would not vote box lets goo

BOYD WHY

Randall ????

OKAY that tabitha and marielle scene from last episode was bothering me so much i cant believe i didnt think of this

what an episode my god

[hailbop1701]

if you have the time can you do a comforting bones piece for me? Like reader is anxious or stressed and he makes them smile or cuddles a bit.

I want a bones cuddle 🥺💛💛💛

Cave-ins and Cuddles

Word Count: 1,608

Here's another request but this time from the amazing @lauraaan182! She requested some anxiety angst and cuddles from Bones! I hope you like it, sweetie! And I hope everyone likes it as well. Typos will be present as usual!

-H❤🖖

‘Wasn’t this typical,’ you thought sourly looking at your surroundings. The cave was dark and rock fragments rained down on you as the ground shook beneath your feet. You moved to try and make your way out of the cave but a pair of strong arms wrapped around your middle; the ceiling poured down around the entrance just as you were pulled away. Screaming you felt the person twist you around so they were getting the brunt of the unforgiving stones on their back. 

When the world stopped shaking, you felt the body on top of you not slacken but become dead weight. You felt like one of the fallen stones lodged itself within your stomach and your chest grew tight. The panic was seeping in, getting your teeth you gently rolled the body on top of you onto the cold cave floor. The purple flora that lined the walls gave an eerie glow, giving you a chance to see who saved you.

 “Oh that’s just great,” you gasped out your body buzzing; with shaking hands, you pressed a finger to Leonard McCoy’s neck. Letting out a hysterical laugh when you felt a steady pulse under your fingers you checked the rest of him. Setting your jaw against the anxiety, against the walls closing in, you probed the doctor’s head. “This isn’t my job you know,” you grumbled to him, wincing when your hand came back bloody. “I’m just here for the plants. Though I guess you did save my ass,” you muttered to the unconscious man. 

Sighing knowing that there is nothing you can do you fell back onto your butt and curled in on yourself. Burying your head into your knees you worked and failed to get your breathing under control. A full-blown panic attack was moments away when a low groan broke through the dark fuzzy haze, a gentle hand finds your ankle. It squeezes making you hiccup and lift your head; tears flowed down your face. The blurred outline of Doctor McCoy tried to rise from his prone position on the floor. Your hand surprisingly finds its way to the doctor’s forearm and helped him back up so he was leaning against one of the glowing cave walls. 

He took in your panicked face lines of concern and worry forming around his mouth and eyes. “Are you okay?” he asked, taking the hand that rested on his shoulder. That hysterical laughed from earlier bubbled up from your throat again, 

“You’re clearly concussed and you’re asking I’m how I’m doing,” the humorless giggles put McCoy on edge. He shifted his weight biting back a wince and placed your hand on his chest over his heart. “Dalin’ I need you to breathe with me,” he ordered; your eyes widen a fraction. ‘When did I start hyperventilating again?’ the thought slipped through your mind numbly as you tried to fix your breathing again. 

“That’s it, good girl,” McCoy soothed rubbing your back, he held no judgment and his usual ire was nowhere to be found. His eyes and actions simply showed concern and determination. Before this classic “Mission gone wrong,” you had only seen the good doctor a handful of times. Physicals, the occasional illness, and when he would be casually walking down the corridor that held your botany lab. He would stop you and ask the occasional question about a recently discovered plant that held medicinal properties. At first, it confused you on why he would personally wander all the way to your lab to ask a few questions that he could’ve sent in a message; but you eventually assumed that maybe wandering down to your lab was a nice change of routine that he desperately needed. 

Once your breathing was back under control the doctor released your hand and guided you so you were sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. “Claustrophobia?” he asked simply rolling his head on the rock behind him to look at you. You looked down at your hands, wringing them together, “You noticed, huh?” the grumble has McCoy huffing a laugh. “Take one to know one sweetheart. Aviophobia,” 

You glance over at him with an eyebrow raised, “And you joined Starfleet?” the incredulous question left your unfiltered lips before you could even think about stopping it. The CMO chuckled despite your flinch, “It’s a long story darlin’ but my point being is that you’re not alone when it comes to your fears,” 

“You slipped me a drug, didn’t you?” and McCoy burst out laughing, nodding his head he held up a hypospray. “I did it when you checked out on me,” he murmured with an apologetic smile; huffing out a laugh of your own you had to admit that you did feel better. Lighter even. “Floaty,” you mumbled over a yawn, “Doctor McCoy, I have to ask, why did you follow me in here?” you asked sleepily. The man turned his head away from you a blush creeping up his neck, 

“I uh wanted to talk to you but then the ground started shakin’...” he trailed off his Georgian accent thickened in his nervousness. You cocked your head to the side curiously, the sudden movement made your head swim. “What did you want to talk about?” you asked and he cleared his throat awkwardly, 

“It can wait, I think you should get some rest,” he urged, making you sulk a little. “We have a while Doctor,” you pressed, waving a showgirl hand to the pile of boulders in front of the exit. McCoy grumbled under his breath, something about “Mother nature needing to mind her own business,” 

He sighed and ran a hand down his face, he looked as if he were trying to find the confidence and the words. “I uh wanted to ask when this all over and we’re back on the ship if you’d have dinner with me,” he gritted out with a noticeable wince. Your mouth dropped open in shock, gaping like a fish you watched as McCoy’s shoulders drop at your silence. He looked away from you hoping to hide the look of pain and disappointment from his face. Your head buzzed and then it really hit you, ‘All the times he so happened to be in the area of the lab. The long conversations and questions about my plants,’ the thoughts raced through your mind and the shock faded. A blush crept over your cheeks, 

“I had no idea you...I mean I thought you were just being kind,” you whisper but he didn’t turn his head to look at you. Taking one of his hands gently turning it so you could intertwine your fingers; the doctor turned his head sharply at the action. You had always thought he was handsome, with sharp features, kind eyes, and you had always wanted to talk to him outside of work but you were too afraid to ask. The fact that he smiled openly during your chats or when he saw you gave you no indication that he liked you in that way. You simply thought he was being kind, “darlin’ do you know how far sickbay is from your lab?” he asked with a dry chuckle. The sound made your heart flutter and the blush on your cheeks became more pronounced. 

“I uh well…” you stumbled and slumped against the man in a huff. “I guess I’m mildly oblivious,” you muttered, making the man next to laugh. His laughter made you press your lips together in an effort not to join him. You failed miserably. Your own laughter bubbled out and you both sat there laughing at your expense. “The whole ship knows don’t they?” you asked facepalming and McCoy coughed awkwardly. 

“Ah yeah,” he said with a grimace, “I haven’t been as subtle as I was hopin’ “ he grumbled leaning his tender head back against the rough cave wall. You smirked and looked down at your intertwined hands, 

“I will happily have dinner with you, Doctor,” you finally said after a few long silent minutes. The CMO looked at you surprised for a moment before one of his sweet smiles appeared on his lips. He squeezed your hand chuckling to himself, “Jim’s gonna be pissed. He thought I wouldn’t ask till we got back to the ship,” 

An amused snort gracelessly came from you making McCoy’s grin widen, “Darlin’ call me Leonard,” he said pulling you closer. If it were anyone else you would have protested but a small flare of pure joy burst through you as he wrapped his free arm around your waist. Lying your head against his shoulder you groggily watched as the purple glowing flowers pulse and shiver, 

“I hope they aren’t releasing poisonous spores,” Leonard grumbled, eyeing the glowing flowers warily, you chuckled placing a calming hand on his chest over his heart. “It’s fine, I checked that as soon as I stepped in this godforsaken cave; Leonard let out another huff of laughter. You felt him rest his cheek on the top of your head, “Do you have a favorite flower sweetheart?” 

You bit your lip and played with the fingers of his free hand, “I like all types of flowers, lilies, roses, tulips, magnolias…” you trailed off and furrowed your brows at the odd sudden question. Gasping you sat up so you could turn and look at him, “Leonard McCoy you will not touch any of the flowers in my lab!” you warned in a protective growl. Leonard grinned wickedly mischief danced in his eyes; He brought a hand up and brush the stray hair from your face. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it darlin’, I was gonna steal from Sulu’s,” 

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[jeromesxreader16]

Such a Joker (53)

Part 52 Here!

~o0o~

I pack two sandwiches in my purse and proceed to cover my hair with the large silk scarf. "Where are you sneaking off to?" Babs asks walking past me and downing a drink. "Secret date? I figured you would get sick of the pale faced clown." I smile at my hands. I could never tire of my boy. I'm as crazy as him, maybe more, but he would never turn me away, and I could never leave him.

"I'm married." "Even better." I narrow my eyes at her. "Babs, I'm going to see my dad." She widens her eyes. "Now you're asking for a death wish." I walk out the door, my heels clicking every step. "If you say so."

I walk into the GCPD and can sense the chaos and tension thickly canned in the air. Not seconds later two individuals start brawling over bread. "Hey! Break it up!" My father pushes them back. "For all the new people here... everyone is welcome in Haven, but there are rules. And one of them is we leave the fighting outside. Government already thinks we don't deserve help. We have to show otherwise. Gangs want to tear themselves apart outside, that's their business. In here, in Haven... we help each other survive."  I hum with a slick smile as the two dispute the issue and the tension falls. Saved for another day.

I walk up to him nudging his arm. "Nice speech. I think it worked." He turns to me and gasps, but recovers quickly. "(Y/n). You're so big. No... Just-" "Pregnant, dad." He nods smiling. "So what happens when they find out the government abandoned them?" He sighs, shaking his head. I pat his back. "Come on paper man. You need some real food." I pull him into his office and remove the disguise. "Italian sub for you, and tuna for me." "You hate tuna." I smile sitting down. "They don't." I pat my swollen tummy. "So there are two of them?" I nod smiling.

"And you're happy? He treats you well?" I nod again smiling at him. "Of course he does. He's not a monster, dad." He grabs my hand over the desk and squeezes it. "I don't... like him. You know this. He destroyed the damn city for christ's sake, but he is the father of my grandchildren, and the husband of my only daughter, so I can promise you... I will never kill him." I kiss his hand and smile. "Who knew that'd be so comforting to hear."

~

I walk into the elevator with the smile ghosted over my lips. Crackling from the speaker erupts my mind causing me to shake and grab the wall in fright. "Aw, honey, I'm sorry." Ecco's voice pipes up from the speaker. I wave my hand in front of the camera with a smile. "No worries. All good here." I laugh placing a hand on my stomach. "Where is Jerimiah?" "Working down below. Would you like me to get him?" I smile up at the camera. "Let me go down."

"Uh... Miss, I think we should wait. He doesn't want you around the-" I press the button to the bottom floor faster than light. "Oops," I smirk up to Ecco as the elevator skips the main floor and descends below.

The two doors slide open revealing a steamed room with the funk of hard labor. I step on the uneven ground and see Jerimiah fanning himself as he watches his workers. I rest my hands on his shoulders and kiss his cheek. "You're working hard." He spins around with a glare. "And you're not supposed to be here." He grips my hips pulling me towards him.

"I missed you." I nuzzle into his chest. He hums as we rock back and forth. "I missed you, my love. Come on. No lady should be exposed to this heat." He places his hand on the small of my back leading me to the elevator.

Holding me the entire way up and then carrying me to our bed, never letting us go. "Are my darlings all suggled up?" He asks resting my head on his chest. The icy colored flesh proving wrong to the touch of fire on my fingers. "Yes, Jer." I mumble feeling my eyes draw to a close. "Never will I go a day without my family... even your father." He kisses my head before I can ask the question.

~

Jeremiah POV:

My workers work endlessly day and night to break the walls of the under the earth. Slowing down each day, getting on my nerves in the end. You're pushing my men way too hard. "We're not gonna break through for at least a couple more days. There is absolutely no way to make it on schedule." The leader of the pack of sweat cogs comes in.

My wife doesn't need to be kept in this filth any longer. How dare he disrespect my future.  "Well, not with that attitude, you're not." I slice the man's throat, as he falls to the ground, blood flowing on the dirt.

"Now... everyone... let's reach inside and dig... a little deeper, shall we? 'Cause that's the only way you're all making it out of this hole." I hum watching their fear thicken.

Two taps on my shoulder break my gaze from the project. "Oh, Echo. Are these all the recruits?" Skinny, no brains, slim Whitted. These are my soldiers?

"Well, I thought you would want quality over quantity. Not everybody can pass a .38 caliber test of faith." I smirk thinking of the trials and tests they've suffered.  "Yes... you certainly have set a very high bar for devotion."

"Oh. Almost forgot. Bruce Wayne and his sidekick Curls... Or is he the sidekick? Anyway, they tried to infiltrate our little operation here."

"Oh?" " Oh. And Curls can walk, really well, especially... for a paraplegic. Ah. And she wants to kill you." I glare at her with a snarl. This doesn't help that my wife is being cared for in the same building.

"A lot, FYI. If I see her, I'll give you a shout. Oh... and kill her." I nod rolling my eyes. Finish the job and move on for the better of my wife and children.

~

I walk into the GCPD questioning room with my scarf wrapped around my head, and my belly protruding out. Quite the look I must say. I open the door to see Victor Zsasz pushed on to the table by Harvey.

"Ow. This is a really nice table." I snicker and take my glasses off. "You do realize her thrives on the pain." The three pairs of eyes look at me.  "We got a dozen witnesses that saw you walk out of that building before it went kabooey."

"Yeah. I heard some gangs had taken over." Zsasz says turning his eyes to me.  "Figured, with you guys occupied, I might help myself to some of your supplies. Hey, do you guys have any canned peaches? Man, I'd trade an arm and a leg for that right now. Not mine, somebody else's. Maybe little baby Maniax's." He laughs reaching for my stomach before Jim swats his arm down.

"If you're innocent, why shoot up a city block full of cops?"

"Because it was full of cops." Zsasz and I say at the same time.

"Who were also trying to shoot me. And, guys, those were warning shots. I mean, if I really

wanted to kill you... you'd be dead. You got a pen? I want to write this guy a thank-you letter. Do the math. If I blew up a building full of people, I would have covered

every inch of my body in sweet, sweet scars. Mrs. Valeska...  want to do a strip search?" He winks before my father punches him. "She's married, pig."

I lock arms with my dad and walk through the station. "Got Lucius on the horn for you, Cap."

"Lucius, talk to me." I grab the phone holding it close enough for the both of us to hear. "Haven wasn't destroyed by a bomb. It was an RPG, like the one that took down the chopper."

"You sure?"

I'm holding what's left of it in my hand right now. We found pieces of it in the rubble. It was fired through the basement window, detonated the fuel oil tank. And we're still trying to figure out exactly which rooftop it was fired from.

"Rooftop?"

"Yes."

"Dad, the only angle you could hit this place from is above. Zsasz was on the ground. Looks like you need a new suspect. I think we need to-"

"Jim! Ah. I know the wheels of justice turn slowly, so I'm here to provide- a modicum of grease."

Rushing up towards the front, Oswald, the Mayor of fallen Gotham, stands tall and proud.

"You need to leave right now."

"Still claiming he's innocent, is he?"

"Yes. And as much as I hate to admit it, the evidence is backing him up."

Harvey busts out, "What the hell's going on?" "Harvey, according to Lucius, Zsasz couldn't have done it."

Oswald huffs with a smile. "I did not expect you to go soft, Jim. Actually, I did. Behind a grandpa and all must've changed your ways. Which is why I didn't come alone." Several gunmen come out armed and ready to fire. My father huddles me close and shields me from the view of guns.

"Bring me Victor Zsasz!"

"Leave, (Y/n). Go home!" Jim pushes me away towards the doors.

~

Jeremiah POV:

I wave my hat fanning my pale skin placed upon the crippling bones. It's so damp and hot in here, but I'm freezing. My heart has gone cold without her scent around. Not a touch, not a wiff, not a glace for days it seems. Where is my angel with my bundles of joy?

"You see, a river cuts through rock not because of its power, but because of its persistence. So what do we do when we feel like giving up? Dig a little deeper. And what do we do when we can't possibly go on any longer? Dig a little deeper. And what do we..." A sharp blade stabs into my side crippling my speech. I look down seeing the masked figure in the striped coat. I gasp feeling my footing slide as the attacker shoves the blade into my stomach further.

"Deep enough?" The individual removes the mask revealing the little pussy of them all. "Well, Selina, I must say..." She pulls the blade out plunging it back in sharply.

"Don't say anything." Over and over again the blade is shoved into my side. The light dimming, the hot steam hitting my brow, the devilish laughter of my brother. This is near my end? Maybe so...

"Selina!" The rat is stripped away from me causing me to fall to the ground barely clinging to the life of happiness I have.

"Selina!" Bruce Wayne holds the fierce kitty back. "Stop. It's done! It's over."

~

The building is quiet. The entire place is quiet... Not one swing of an ax hitting limestone, making a light clink sound. Not the ring of my husbands voice calling to his men. Not even Echo meeting me at the door with my slippers and milkshake. Something is not right.

"Jeremiah?" I call out as if he could hear me from below. If not him then someone. One of the members at least, but no one came. I proceeded to enter the elevator only to see blood on the buttons and floor. They were having the graduation today, not everyone makes it.

The doors  open to the pool room and I could almost drop to my knees at the smell. Thick scent of blood coating the walls. I walk out of the elevator and down into the pool counting the dead. No Echo or Jeremiah. Good so far.

I make my way down to the tunnels where silence has taken over. Just a simple lone man sitting in a chair. "Where is Jermiah?" I panic pulling my jacket closer. Could he have left me?

"Mrs. Valaska!" "Where is my husband?" "He's off in the tunnels. He's got injured. I'm supposed to take you to him." "Well, go on!" He shuffles his feet in a pace of nervousness, tripping over rocks and pickaxes. "How did he get hurt?" "Someone came in and just stabbed the boss. She was taken away by Bruce Wayne." I feel fire ignite in my blood. Selina and Bruce. What a treat. Trying to kill my husband in my own home.

Down the tunnels I hear him. Groaning in pain as Echo stitches him up. "How could you let this happen?" I shout at her. "She was fast." "And you're supposed to be faster." I glare at her as she cowers at my words.

"Don't stress, darling. It's not good for the babies."

"Jeremiah." I kneel down next to him grabbing his face. "Are you alright?" He places his hands over mine, kissing them each. "I'm still alive. One thing I've still got on my brother. How are you, my love? I'm sorry. You must've been wrecked with worry." Jeremiah pulls me into his lap. I nod with my bottom lip out. "Yes, I was. I was so scared, Jer." He pulls me to him. "Aw my darling. I know. I know."

I shift my weight slightly causing him to jet in a sharp inhale. "Oh, honey. Stitches still sore?" He nods. "Never would have happened if you wore that armor I prepared." Echo hums, causing me to roll my eyes. "That bullet makes you sentimental of the wrong things." I huff out pushing her out of the view.

"Why would you not check who was working? You always do. You're always prepared." Jeremiah places his hand on my cheek again. "I had to let Selina thrust the knife into my flesh at least once. Verisimilitude trumps precaution, you see." "They think you're dead." I think putting everything together.

Echo stands to the side bouncing with information. "What is it?" She giggles jumping on her heels. "All systems go." Jeremiah lifts himself, placing a hand on the small of my back and leading us along behind Echo.

"You could've died." I whisper looking at the dirt. "I didn't." "But you could have, Jeremiah. That's my point. You have two children growing, and soon they'll be out in this world. They need their father. You've kept me safely away, but that won't mean shit if you're not around to protect your children." I move ahead of him in a fit of fire.

A hand grabs my shoulder spinning me around. Jerehimah dips me and pushes our lips together. His grip on my arm and hip so tight, keeping me pulled to him with no fight. He pulls away only an inch, looking at my eyes, looking into the soul. "Now, you may not understand everything I do, but I do it for you and these two kids. I think and I plan for hours. You sit up in the bed resting your feet like I tell you. When you start questioning if I'm going to make it, that's when this will fall apart. You're my darling. You've been mine for thousands of years. Never doubt me, (Y/n)." He places his hands on my stomach and pecks my forehead. "Come along now. We have things to do."

Leading me through the tunnels I start to see less of the dirt and more solid grey rock already formed into tunnels. "Where are we?" Jeremiah giggles pulling me alongside.

"Doctor. I'm hearing good things." Jeremiah says holding in laughter.

What is he up to?

The Doctor nods. "The bandages are ready to come off. Your assistant thought you'd like to see the results." Echo shakes her head in praise like a dog while Jer nods his head. "Indeed, I would."

He turns to me. "You won't want to miss this, (y/n)."

The Doctor unravels the bandages on the individuals faces revealing a profile built from professional lifestyle and diets. This is Thomas and Martha Wayne before my eyes... ALIVE!

"Oh, you two look beautiful." I smile looking down at her pearl necklace. "Down to the very detail with you." Jeremiah kisses my cheek. "I love family reunions, don't you?" "More than Christmas!" I cheer and giggle.

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If only I knew what my heart was telling me

Summary: Living in Arcadia I never thought that living below the city was a city of trolls. Now it seems that everyone or everything trying to end to the world in Arcadia. But despite all of that i knew that I could always count on the friends in my life to help me. But now the world is coming to an end again but this time it just might actually happen.

The landing was a little bit rough but other than it was fine. Aaarrrgghh was the first to get off the ship as he help Steve, toby and myself off. “Whoa!”  Toby said as we started to look around the castle. “It’s been 900 years since I was last here. Hasn’t changed a bit. Except for the flying part.” Douxie said as he looked around with his hands on his hips then bent down to pick up Archie putting him on his shoulder. Steve let out a laugh. “Nine hundred years? Yeah right. You’re like what? Like 19?” Steve said. “Give or take a few centuries.” Archie said then jumped off Douxie’s shoulder as wings came out. “Here I thought that he couldn’t get any cuter.” I said as Archie started to fly around. “So how many things can your cat turn into?” Steve asked. “It depends. How many things are there?” Douxie said. “Uh cool floating castle ship but what’s the grave danger you keep talking about?” Toby asked. “Ah there you are.” Merlin said as I looked to see that Claire and Blinky were walking towards us. “Claire!” Toby said as he ran to Claire. “Toby!” Claire said as she ran towards Toby. “Aarghaumont!” Blinky said as he followed Claire. “Blinky!” Aaarrrgghh said as he followed Toby. The four of them did a group hug. “not so tight.” Claire said. “Oh sorry.” Aaarrrgghh said as he let them all go. “Whoa hey Steve’s here too! How bout – how bout some love for Steve?” Steve said as here ran up to Claire. “Oh. Hi Steve.” Claire said not impressed that Steve was here. “Well I’m here too hopefully you glad that I’m here.” I said as walked up standing by Steve. “Y/n!” Claire said as she came over giving me a hug. I smiled and hug her back glad that I’m finally seeing my friend again. “What happened to you guys? Wait where’s Jim.” Toby asked as Claire and I pulled away from our hug. Claire gave a sad look and let out a sigh. “I think it would be best if you all follow me.” Merlin said.

Merlin lead us all to a room where Jim was in some sort of gem. “Jim. What happened to him?” Toby asked as he walked up to the gem that Jim was in as he put his hands on it. “We were ambushed. Some ancient dark warrior. An unstoppable knight clad in green who struck down master Jim.” Blinky said. “Master us that the same knight we saw at the bookstore?” Douxie asked. “One and the same. That Onyx shard is working its way towards his heart. I placed the boy in stasis stalling its progress for now.” Merlin said. “If I had my Shadow staff I’ve could’ve saved him.” Claire said obviously feeling guilty about what happened. “Who is this green knight? How do I get my hands on him?” Toby asked. “I do not know. The green knight said but one name which chilled me to the bone. Morgana.” Merlin said. “Oh I hate that lady. Wait I thought we kicked her bewitched butt to the shadow realm.” Toby said. “Which he appeared not to know but he bore the emblem of Camelot. Come with me quickly. I fear the answer lies in the past.” Merlin said as he turned to walk out of the room. Douxie, Toby, Steve, Claire and I followed him.

We walked into a room that had the round table in it. “A dark menace is coming one even I cannot face alone. You are all now soldiers in a war started centuries ago for the world of magic.” Merlin said as he opened a small box. Out of the box came a blue circle with some sort of ring in it. “Once the realms of magic and man clashed in endless bloodshed. King Arthur sought to wipe out magic that ravaged the lands in his war against Gunmar. I brought what few spellcasters I could under my protection to spare them from the sword.” Merlin said as Arthur appeared in the circle. “Including myself. Oh and Morgana le Fay.” Douxie said as an image of morgana appeared in the circle. “She was the finest student I ever taught until she tried to kill me. Thankfully in my all-seeing wisdom I created a secret weapon the trollhunter amulet. The war came to a standstill and I imprisoned Morgana at the battle of Killahead Bridge. ” Merlin said as images of the battle appeared. I couldn’t help but shake this feeling that something bad was about to happened. “This green knight that assailed us was clearly born with dark magic’s but I have no memory of him. Nor what kconnection he could have to Morgana. We know not what he is nor why he pursues us. Though his presence is a dire omen of thigs to come.” Merlin said as a bell started to go off. Then it was like something had hit us making all of us fall to the ground. “What happening?” Claire asked as we all started to get up. “Have you never been under attack before? To the battlements!” Merlin said as he an Douxie ran out of the room. Toby, Claire and I followed right behind them Steve had stopped to put of a knight’s helmet.

Once we got outside I let out a gasp as I noticed another ship this one was in the shape of a skull. “Everyone get to safety now!” Merlin yelled out. “Who do you think these guys are?” I asked. “No idea but come on we need to get somewhere safe now.” Steve said as he tried to pull me away. “What if Douxie and Merlin need help.” I said. “You can’t help them if you’re dead now come on.” Steve said. An idea popped into my head but I knew it was probably so stupid. “Sorry about this Steve. Hope you can forgive me for this.” I said. I kicked Steve in the crotch and as he yelled out it pain he let me go and a started running heading to where Merlin and Douxie where. I heard Toby and Claire yell out my name trying to get me to go back where they were. But I didn’t want to.  Right when I got they the city was hit again making me stumble. “We must flee!” Merlin yelled as he let go of that box. “I’m on it!” Douxie yell as he went over to on a platform where the wheel was. I followed him over there to help him. “Y/n what are you doing here! You’re going to get yourself killed.” Douxie said. “Well you and I both know I’m too stubborn to die. Besides we both know that I’m one of the only ones that will actually be useful.” I said as I too grabbed the wheel to help Douxie. Man was that wheel heavy. Then an ice bridge appeared now connecting the two ships. “Who are these people Douxie?” I asked. “The Arcane Order.” Douxie said. “We’re in deep trouble aren’t we?” I asked. When Douxie didn’t answer me I knew that we were. “They’re boarding us! We must break free! Steer us clear at my command!” Merlin yelled. “We’re on it!” Douxie yelled. Douxie and I turn the wheel with all the strength that we had. “These foes powers are beyond us!” Merlin yelled. “Merlin!” A female voice yelled. I watched as Merlin ran the way that the voice came from. “Go keep them away until Merlin gets back.” I said. “No I’m not leaving you here alone.” Douxie said. “I’ll be fine go.” I said. “Y/n” Douxie said. “Go!” I yelled. Douxie nodded and left to keept the Arcane Order away till Merlin got back. Then those same creatures from earlier were back. Two started to come towards me but Douxie used his magic to keep them away from me. I saw Archie flying above seeming to be looking for something. “Archie find the staff or we are all dead meat!” Douxie yelled. “What do you people think I’m doing?” Archie yelled back. I felt my leg get taken out from under me as I let out a scream. I looked to see that one of those creatures was now dragging me away. “Douxie!” I yelled as I tried to find anything to grab on to prevent me from being dragged away.  “Y/n!” Douxie yelled as he sent the creature away with his magic. Douxie quickly came over to me help me up. “Are you okay Y/n?” Douxie asked. “I’m fine.” I said. As Douxie help me up I noticed that another part of Camelot had destroyed the bridges. “Hisirdoux Y/n now!” Merlin yelled as Steve and Claire join Douxie and I. “Please don’t blow us up. Please don’t blow us up.” Douxie said as he open the box. “We don’t have enough power for the jump!” Archie yelled. “Trust in Merlin!” Douxie yelled. A surge of energy went everything. “Hold together. Come on!” Douxie said. Then a blast of green light left the heart of Avalon making a rift to the past in the sky next to us. “We have to steer Camelot through the time rift!” Douxie yelled as Steve and Claire help Douixe and I with the steering. Even with four of us it still was difficult. Then we were hit again making where we were go sideway and if none of had grabbed the edge we would have fallen to our death. Steve and Claire were at least five feet from Douxie and I. Jim fell down right in front of Douxie and I. “Jim.” Claire said as she tried to reach for him. But another shudder made Jim fall away and to the time rift. “Jim!” Claire yelled. “What do we do man?” Steve asked as he looked over to Douxie and I. “Trust me!” Douxie said as he grabbed me hand. “You can’t be serious.” I yelled as Douxie pulled me off and we both started falling towards the time rift. I let out a scream as we fell though the rift. “This is gonna hurt!” Douxie yelled. Then it was like hitting bumps all the way till we slammed into the ground. When I slammed to the ground everything went black.

No ones POV

Steve, Claire and Douxie all let out grunts or groans after the fall they had. The only one who didn’t was Y/n only because the force of the fall had knocked her out and the other had yet to notice it. “Oh God.” Steve groaned out. Then Steve started scream as he pushed himself off the ground. “I can’t see! I’m blind!” Steve yelled as he looked around but the thing was that the helmet he was wear had turn around. Then he turned it around lift the visor. “Oh I can see.” Steve said as the branches the was holding Jim cased in the broke cause it to fall right on top of Steve making him whimper out in pain and the gem started to crack. “What just happened?” Steve asked. “Well I just conjured an anti-gravity spell to slow our fall and keep us from dying. You’re welcome.” Douxie said then sat up. But that was when the realized that Y/n hasn’t said anything yet. “Y/n!” Douxie yelled as he started to look around for her. He let out a sigh of relief once he saw that she was only just a few feet away. “Y/n are you okay?” Douxie asked. But when she didn’t answer him he started to freak out. “Y/n!” Douxie yelled. “Douxie where is the flying castle?” Claire asked as she looked up at the sky. Which made both Steve and Douxie look up. “Oh fuzz buckets! Well it would appear we’ve had ourselves a temporal accident.” Douxie said. “Which means?” Claire asked. Both Claire and Douxie didn’t notice that they were now no longer alone. They were made aware of it when a sword was pointed at Douxie. Then they were surrounded by knights. One of the knights had pick up Y/n from the ground hold her in their arms. “It means we are lost in time.” Douxie said. “What manner of sorcery is this?” The knight that had their sword at Douxie asked. “Oh- oh my.” Steve said then let out a scream. The knight that had their sword pointed at Douxie put away the sword and got off their horse and once down they took off their helmet under it was someone who looked exactly like Steve. “Wow!” Steve said. “Sir Lancelot um.” Douxie said. “He’s so handsome.” Steve said, “I- we.” Douxie trying to think of a way the explain this. “Wait! Aren’t you Merlin’s errand boy?” Lancelot asked as he again pointed his sword at Douxie. “Apprentice.” Douxie said. “He like an angel man.” Steve said as he stared at Lancelot leaning against the Gem. Making it crack. “The devil?” Lancelot asked. Then the gem fully broke apart freeing gem. “What? How did I.” Jim said as he sat up. “Jim! Are you okay?” Clair asked as she rushed to his side. “Troll! Troll! To arms” Lancelot yelled. Douxie quickly got up and stood in front of them. “Wait! Chill out lads!” Douxie said. “Chill? Out?” Lancelot asked. “Take a breath all right? He’s one of the good ones.” Douxie said. “There are no good ones.” Lancelot said as he pushed Douxie to the ground. Lancelot again pointed his sword at Douxie. “Monster are forbidden in Arthur’s lands. You’ll hang before the king for your insolence.” Lancelot said pointing his sword to Jim now. “Woah he even talks like an angel. Wait what’s an insolence?” Steve said but then was pushed forward. The knight took the five away as Jim was put in t cage with a blanket over it to keep the sun from turning to Jim into stone. One of the knight had put Y/n on their horse with them had held on to her as they went back to Camelot.

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Star Trek reactions - The Menagerie Part 1

Oh that sky is pretty! What's with the focus on the woman?

Oh, a mystery! Why is it Spock, Jim and Bones on the away team? I...they're all important!

Nice, Captain Pike! We're going back to the original Pilot! Oh, what's happened to him?

DAMN! THAT'S...Welp, he saved people I guess? I...poor guy.

What is Spock's plan here? What's he gonna do? Guys, I'm scared!

Jim defending Spock - he believes in his husband! I am curious what Spock's plan is...why are you being shady dude? Spock, c'mon!

Lost my internet connection, but only to my Fire Stick? So, time to use the boxset! Had to adjust the aspect ratio - or rather, my mum did. Fun times.

Oof, Vulcan neck pinch! Spock, what are you doing? Loving the dramatic music though!

Ah, here's the woman from the first shot. Helen...that doctor woman I didn't like?

How has the future not given Pike the technology to communicate through a better way than a flashing light?

Spock, what the hell are you doing?! Spock, stop attacking people, jeez! Spock is very good at espionage though, I must say.

Time for McCoy's philosophy speech...

Bones defending Spock...that's sweet! Poor Jim, he really is stressed. Spock, why are you hurting your husband?

IT'S WARPING OUT OF ORBIT?! SPOCK, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!! I agree with McCoy - WHAT IS THIS SPOCK?!

I...I really don't like this. What is Spock's plan here, his goal?

Even when committing mutiny, Spock can't let Jim die.🥰

Now he's handing himself in! He's very calm about this...Bones is so unsure about this, poor guy.

Scotty! Yay! Happy to see Scotty! That's a point, where's Sulu?

Spock, what have you done? Oh no Spock. Oh no...

Jim... "in all the years of my service, this is the most painful moment I've ever faced."😭...Spock, why are you hurting your husband like this?!!

You didn't have the heart to retire him?! Ffs.

Jesus Spock, why are you doing this? OMG, NO, YOU CAN'T KILL SPOCK, NO!! JIM STOP THEM!!!

Even in this situation, Jim is still proud of Spock finding loopholes in people's questions. So am I tbh.

It's so trippy, watching the pilot ep through another episode...you get what I mean? It's very weird. But I like it.

I don't like this Commodore guy - just listen to Spock! Yes Jim, protect your husband!

Is he taking Pike to Talos IV so that the aliens there can give him the illusion of being young and whole again, like they did with whatshername from the original pilot episode? That's what I'm thinking...

Vina, that's her name! Yeah, cause at the end of the pilot ep, the aliens agree to let Vina have the illusion of being young and beautiful back, so I'm thinking that's what Spock wants for Pike. Is that right?

Kirk is fucking what?! NO BITCH!

Um, I don't think so Commodore Dickhead! It's Kirk's ship and you're to leave Jim AND Spock the hell alone! Oh Spock, what have you done?

THAT'S IT? SERIOUSLY?! Boy am I glad I don't have to wait a week! Oh Spock...I hope this is worth it.

That's it for this ep! Next up: The Menagerie Part 2

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Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 14 Return of the Trollhunter

Now we begin the second half of season 1 (It’s actually season 2 but we don’t talk about that)

“Holy moly!”

Toby survives that.

“What the heck was-?”

“Huh?” We now return to your daily schedule bizarre adventures.

“Hop on!”

“Adios, fire cat”

“Hey, maybe save the jokes for when we aren’t gonna die” Well it sounded cool in his head.

“I can’t believe you took that stupid rock to your science class!”

“First, it’s not a rock. It’s a volcanic slag”

“And how was i suppose to know there was a flaming monster hiding in it?”

“You bought a magic rock off a troll named “Marvin the Monster Dealer” What did you think would happen, Tobes?” What happened before this moment?

“Um, Master Jim, you said this was a luminaire”

“When that is obviously an infernal hellheeti” Getting away with saying hell.

“Should i punch it?”

“Can i punch it?”

“Yes!” “No!”

“I was going to add, make sure you do not feed the fire by attacking it!”

“Opps” Punching doesn’t solve everything.

Jim uses Water Breathing. Tanjiro would be proud.

“Uh, guys, the fire hydrant-”

“Close enough”

Just keep walking.

Why is the opening still the same, even though Bular is dead now?

“Morning mom”

“Hi”

“Made your favorite breakfast”

“Sorry, kiddo, in a rush”

Should i be glad that Miraculous Ladybug doesn’t have something like this? It would be painful to watch. Fortunately, everyone in Miraculous Ladybug is stupid.

“I mean, it’s been like a month” Wait it’s been a month since last episode? So what have they been doing in a month?

“I don’t know how to fix this unless i tell her the truth”

“But if i do, they’ll send me to the crazy house” Hey, you told Claire, and she didn’t send you to the crazy house. Well she was tempted to do that cause you weren’t making any sense, but she didn’t.

“They fixed your tooth” Why did it take this long for Steve’s tooth to get fixed? I doubt all of the first half happened in a single month.

“I heard he was run out of town by the mob”

“I heard he got a mail-order bride and moved to North Korea”

“As if. Where do you think Mr. Strickler went, Jimmy-Jam. After all, he was dating your mom”

“Why does everyone keep bringing this up?!”

“Guys, this is my brother, and NotEnrique’s driving me nuts”

“You know how many times i have to change him?”

“He knows how to use a toilet”

“He chooses the diaper” “Yeah? Well at least you didn’t have to shove your hand in stinking diapers, and have it still stink to this day” “Ugh. Why does it still still stink? Have you washed your hands?” “Yes! 100 times since i got home with my cold McDonald’s French Fries” “Well excuse me, prince” “It’s well excuse me, princess!” “Are you two gonna kiss right now?” “Shut up Toby!”

“You spend so much time with Lake, you’re practically swimming in him” That’s what she said.

“We’re just friends. End of story” Wait, did- Did Claire just Adrien Agrested Jim? Goddamn it Adrien! Your Just a Friending made it’s way to Arcadia and got Claire. I hope you’re happy.

“Okay, people, who can tell me what happened in the year 1989?”

“No, seriously, i don’t remember. It was a crazy year” Let’s see. What video games came out that year.

“Really, Palchuk? That’s it. I’m dating your mom” “No, no, wait!”

Okay hold on. Why does it take a month for Claire to see Trollmarket? Out-of-Universe reason i can understand. You want to do a one month skip, and we all want to Claire’s reaction to Trollmarket. Could you imagine Claire going to Trollmarket off-screen? We get a few mentions of it here and there, but we never see her full reaction. I can understand the out of universe reason. But what i don’t understand is the In-Universe reason. Like Jim told Claire the truth a month ago. There’s no reason to keep anything a secret with her. Like why? A month to progress all of this? Cause i think it would take Claire a week at most to take it all in. Slower than when J- Never mind.

“Now, you’re gonna want to start drawing a semi-circle”

“Oh! You have it. Okay, never mind” Easier than me drawing an actually circle.

“It’s... It’s lively. Shit that’s Aja’s thing!”

He pets.

“Jim told me you helped him face Draal”

“And slay Bular” Wait Jim explained the entire first half of the season to Claire? Where are the fucking fanfics?

“And that Vespa!”

“Best birthday ever. Except for the part where Jim gets chased by a Stalkling” “That is something i want to forget”

“You’ve read A Brief Recapitulation of Troll Lore?”

“Volumes 1 through 47 It took me a while to decipher the symbols”

“But once i got past the Fifth Declension, i started to get the hang of it” It’s embarrassing when your (Not yet, almost, but not really, not for another season) girlfriend knows more about Troll Lore than you.

“She read the book!”

“She read the book! Master Jim, i love my daughter in law!” “Wait what?”

“She’s a flower” Mood.

Always have a drink before you continue.

“I accepted a human Trollhunter’

“And allowed the pudgy one to stay for moral support” Toby is the moral support boyfriend. Claire is the moral support girlfriend. See? Two different roles.

“But this? A third?”

“It’s an infestation!” Hey they’re not rabbits where they multiple every 5 seconds. Then again, Jim and Claire- Never mind again.

*Talks in Troll*

“She speaks Troll”

“And Trollmarket is honored to have you as well”

“Oh, Blinkous! If only the amulet had chosen such a learned and delightful fleshbag”

“Hey!” Trollhunter Claire au.

“That was awesome, Claire”

“Vendel loves you and he hates everyone!” I said it once, and i’ll say it again: Vendel is the most relatable character in this series.

Where did this light came from?

“Hopefully, this will give the girl some closure”

“She does understand why we cannot allow the bridge to open?”

“Well, you said it yourself, we’d be fools to open the bridge and risk letting Gunmar out”

“Right, Jim?”

“Oh, of course”

“We’d be crazy to do that“ Yeah... A crazy fool, heheheheh...

“Hey buddy, it’s your sis”

”Don’t you start thinking i’ve forgotten about you”

“We’re gonna get you back. I promise”

“See you soon, little chicharron”

*Cries in Troll*

“I need to share a word with our Trollhunter” That’s what it’‘s like when dad wants to talk to you alone. Then again, i don’t have a dad so...

“Hey, Draal? It’s strange, but i feel like i’ve seen you before. Have we met?” “Uh...”

“No. You must’ve mistaken me for someone else”

“Hate to be there when we have to rebuild Jim, right?”

“What a mess”

“Well, i just grossed myself out” We’ll see about that in Wizards.

“You fight in an arena surrounded by the remains of dead Trollhunters?”

“That is...”

“The most heroic thing i’ve ever seen. If their ghosts talked, then it be like Mulan”

“Sometimes, the heart leads you down paths you should not cross”

“How did you-?”

“Figure it out?”

“Your devotion to this girl is as obvious as Marinette’s feelings for Adrien. WHICH IS STILL DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!”

“But you know the danger”

“If you went in alone, you’d be killed”

“Which is why we will answer every call”

“You said i have to answer every call. Now-“

“Wait, did you just say “We”?”

“Aaarrrgghh and i discussed it. We knew you were going in, with or without our approval”

“But... If Claire’s brother is important to you, then he’s important to us”

“For folly or for fraught”

“We are a team”

*Cries in Troll again*

“Is this normal?”

“Nothing’s normal around here”

“Get used to it, sister” Translation: “Welcome to your new life”

“But only a Trollhunter can wield Daylight”

“We are Trollhunters!”

“Oh, man! Now, i’m dead!”

“That stupid Soothscryer killed me in the Forge” He thought Bular would kill him. But nope, instead it’s the fucking Soothscryer.

“What do you mean, he’s in the Void?”

“The Void sounds like a very empty word. A bad word” I hear the Void is very welcoming.

“Yeah. And are these happy ghosts we’re talking about here”

“Or Mulan’s ghost family?”

“He is now under the spiritual guidance of”

“Master Trollhunters”

“Ghost guidance counselors?”

“So, it is like Mulan”

“Wow! So trolls and ghosts exist”

“What’s next? A Midsummer Night’s Dream?”

“Fairies?”

“Fairies? Preposterous!”

“Fairies lost the war to the pixies centuries ago” Hate to meet these pixies, right?

“But if we’re going in, they said the only way we’re getting out alive is if we kill Gunmar” Well that’s a bigger lie than any lie Lila can make.

“And with Strickler gone, maybe we have a chance”

Speak of the devil. Or changeling.

If i ever seem dead, be sure to throw rocks at me to be sure.

“Who has awakened me?”

This is me and my sister.

“You know my name”

“A shame i will never know yours”

Angor Rot had to deal with the goblins wrath.

“My ring”

“My flesh”

“Yield to me!”

“For i wear the One Ring”

“You have killed thousands”

“You are chaos incarnate”

“And you”

“are...

“mine”

“Hahahahaha!”

The second half of season 1 (Actually season 2) is off to a great start.

Shit, what do i say that has something to do with next episode? Uh... See you next episode?

#trollhunters #milk watches trollhunters #tales of arcadia

[andcontemplation]

I saw your pic of Winona and Helena and I was wondering if you could do a short ficlet of maybe young Joyce discussing her fling/friendzone/love with Hop with her older sister cause hell she's desperate about it

Like the sister could ask her out, give advice, tease her about it, they could talk about each other's experiences or Joyce could even ask her for advice cause she's afraid to fuck things up if it gets physical

I'm not a writer so I'm leaving all my ideas here, I'd love if you wrote this but don't worry if you're too busy or sth

Dear Anon -- I don’t normally take many fic requests because I’m such a slow writer, but this one just sprouted fully formed from my brain the moment I read your ask! It still took me a few days to get after since life got busy for me. It also turned out to be about 1400+ words so I’ve pasted below under the cut. I’ll be uploading it to Ao3 soon too when I get a chance :) I’d be happy to dedicate it to you if you feel comfortable dm-ing me your username on Ao3. Thank you for sending it along!

"Hey, you! What's wrong?"

Joyce nearly jumped out of her skin at the disembodied voice that called out from the empty bedroom -- or at least, the bedroom she thought was empty. She turned on a dime, clutching for her heart. Joyce might’ve been sixteen going on seventeen, but she was far too young for a heart attack.

"Jesus!" She gasped at the familiar figure sitting at the edge of the bed. "I didn't know you were home."

"Ma didn't tell you I was coming home for Thanksgiving?" Stella stopped unpacking the small duffle at her feet and raised an eyebrow at her sister.

Joyce sighed and leaned against the doorframe.

"Ma's not even here! She went to Chicago this morning with her new beau."

"Color me surprised," Stella deadpanned, throwing the pair of socks down on the bed in disgust. "Which one? Tom?"

Joyce shook her head.

"Randy. Tom was married."

Stella rolled her eyes and reached for another handful of clothes.

"Of course he was," she snapped. "How does she keep falling for that same old line?"

Joyce only shrugged and toed the door jamb, waiting for her sister to invite her into her room.

They hadn't seen much of each other since Stella ran off at sixteen to live with her boyfriend in Philadelphia, almost two years previous, and as the months and then the years passed by, Joyce felt more and more distant from the sister she grew up with. It was beginning to feel like eons had passed since they would spend all their days together, playing dolls and dress-up in that exact bedroom, performing plays for the neighborhood kids in the backyard or riding their bikes downtown to go try on perfume and makeup at the five and dime.

Joyce was still a little miffed at Stella for running off and leaving her behind with their mother and not taking Joyce with her when she left. It didn't seem fair that she had to stay when she was the baby -- the baby with the most responsibility -- the one who ended up making sure Ma didn't go completely off the rails, dependent on the bottle again or running off with a third husband. The resentment Joyce still carried always made her forget just how much she missed having her big sister around and how much she still needed her.

Stella looked up from her duffle bag and saw Joyce standing there, looking at her with big, red-rimmed eyes.

"Sorry Ma skipped town. I'm glad you're home," Joyce said, meaning it.

Stella's frown melted, and she dropped the clothes in a heap, patting the bed beside her.

"I am too. Now tell me what's wrong."

Joyce sighed deeply.

"Nothing. It's stupid."

"Boys?" Stella asked with a knowing grin.

Joyce sighed again, and her eyes fluttered up to the ceiling, embarrassed at the degree of stupidity she was feeling that very moment. She willed herself not to cry over him.

Stella pushed Joyce's bangs out of her eyes and off her cheeks, where they stuck to pale skin, and gave her little sister a look. But instead of imbibing confidence, it just made Joyce want to cry more.

She made a face and sucked in a breath before letting it all out.

"Karen and I saw Hop behind the bleachers with one of the cheerleaders today at lunch."

Stella's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh. Which cheerleader?"

"Chrissy Carpenter. That bottle blonde bubble-headed... bimbo!"

Joyce glared out the window and across the street at the edge of Hopper's front lawn, the only piece of his house she could see from that angle.

Stella choked back a giggle when she noticed how intensely Joyce was staring.

"Woah. That's some serious alliteration."

"Yeah, well," Joyce grumbled and shrugged. "I'm upset."

Stella went back to emptying out the rest of her bag, but not before throwing her sister a loving look.

"I can see that. But I thought you and Jimmy were just friends?"  

"We are!" Joyce finally dragged her eyes off his house and pouted at Stella before trailing off. "It's just that…"

"Oh come on," Stella said and ruffled Joyce's bangs. "You know you can tell me!"

There was another eye roll from Joyce.

"I just thought that something had changed between us this year. Maybe... Oh, I don't know anymore."

Then she clammed up.

Stella walked over to the window, took out a pack of Slims, and lit one up before opening the window a crack.

"Know what? Spit it out, sis!"

Joyce couldn't look at her older, prettier, more elegant sister, sitting there smoking at the windowsill like some french model who could have any man she wanted -- wrapped around her little finger. Joyce wished she could only look so mod and in charge.

Instead, she felt pathetic for pining after the boy across the street.

"Well," she started, flopping back on the bed, finding it easier to confess without having to worry about seeing the look of judgment cross Stella's face. "He'd been acting weird since we went camping this last summer. Then I realized by the second week of September that he was over here almost every night. At first, he said he needed help with his schoolwork because he really wanted to graduate, and since we're in all the same classes, it made sense, right? But by October, he was coming over for the dumbest reasons, and then I started to think he was gonna ask me to the homecoming dance. Like, I was so sure he was gonna do it. A few times, actually. But it was like he chickened out or something."

Stella held up a hand to pause Joyce there, even though Joyce couldn't see it.

"Waitaminute. Didn't you say on our last phone call that Lonnie Byers asked you out that night?"

"Yep, and what a date that was." Joyce rolled her head to the side and looked at her sister with a scowl.

Stella smirked, tapping the end of the cigarette out over the eaves.

"I warned you about him."

"Yeah yeah, I know: 'Lonnie Byers is scum.' But I'm pretty sure we're talking about Hop here?"

"Pardonne Moi! Please... continue."

"So, he seemed a bit distant after homecoming, but he'd still come over to study sometimes, and I'd catch him staring at me. It almost looked like he wanted to kiss me or something. And one day during gym, he told me I looked pretty when I knew for a fact I was a sweaty, frizzy mess. I guess it got in my head because I started to think, well maybe I want him to kiss me. And maybe I like him too? I was gonna tell him this weekend. I had it all planned out. But then he runs off and swaps spit with Chrissy, and now here I am, crying over a dumb boy. Stupid, stupid me."

Stella put the last bit of the cigarette out and moved back to the bed, pushing Joyce's legs out of the way.

"Not stupid," she said. "Just young and in love."

Joyce sat up on her elbows, nose turned up in protest.

"Gross. I am not!"

"You are." Stella chuckled.

Joyce frowned as she slowly realized her sister was right and succumbed to her lovesick fate.

"I am, aren't I?"

"'Fraid so, my dear."

"Cripes -- this sucks!”

"Oh, don't worry." Stella smiled. "I know just the thing to fix a broken heart! Ma might not be around but we can still have fun. What’s say we stay up late, paint our nails, eat our way through an entire tub of ice cream and I can give you some pointers for when you find yourself a real man. You'll be over that silly Hopper boy in no time."

"But what if I don't want to be over him?" Joyce whined, feeling sick for even thinking it let alone admitting it out loud. He was her best friend, since before they could walk, and those feelings had remained strictly platonic but lately, she couldn't imagine being without him, let alone sharing him with anyone else. Especially bottle blonde bubble-headed bimbos.

Stella held her hand out to Joyce and helped her sit up.

"Trust me, sis. It's for the best. Boys like Jim and Lonnie will ruin you for life. You belong with someone sweet and kind, who won't rush you before you're ready…"

Joyce scoffed.

"Boys like that don't exist!"

"Sure, they do!" Stella nodded. Then she had an idea. "Say -- isn't there a Sadie Hawkins soon?"

"Yeah, the Snowball," Joyce said, cluing in, trying not to look too excited. "You think I should ask Hop?"

"No!" Stella sighed. "I'm saying you should ask a nice boy to go with you."

"A what?"

"Think of the nicest, and well... let’s say the nerdiest guy in your class, and ask him to the Snowball. Not Lonnie or Hop! No more bad boys who play ping-pong with your heart."

"No, no way!" Joyce shook her head and dove headfirst into the pillows. "I am not asking Bob the Brain!"

Stella threw her hands up in the air.

"Fine, be miserable and alone forever then. See if I care!"

"Fine!" Joyce shouted, muffled by the pillows before dissolving into a fit of giggles as her sister beat her over the head with another frilly embroidered pillow.

"I'm glad you're home," Joyce said when she caught her breath.

"Me too, sis," Stella said. "Me too."

#anon #asks #fanfiction #jopper #joyce byers #jim hopper #teen!jopper #highschool jopper #winona ryder #helena bonham carter

[writing-blog-iguess]

Part 1 Part 2 

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader

Summary: The love story between Dustin’s sister and his favourite mentor/best friend. Acquaintances to friends to lovers. So burn I guess?

A/N: I was gonna wait until Friday, but I figured I’d forget about it. So where’s part 2!

Side note: Requests are welcome!

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Season 3

Summer here and the nightmares stopped being so bad

You didn’t know what to do

Dustin was gone for the month

And your kids being all teenage-y and stuff you got a job at the new mall

Your breaks always at Scoops Ahoy

Knowing Robin from school but never hanging out

You wish you did cause she’s pretty cool

So you’re making it up now by being best friends

Helping Robin make fun of Steve

A lot

Heart breaking every time Steve tried to get a date

Robin notices but not saying anything

“Hey (Y/N)” they would greet you very time they went to Scoops to sneak into a movie

You giving them a smile and wave

“Hey dingus! You’re children are here!”

“Again? Seriously?”

Picking your brother up from camp

Smiling as he talks about Suzie

Both being sad that you won’t be able to talk to Suzie

Promising Dustin you’ll drive him to the mall tomorrow

Helping them translate the Russian message Dustin recorded last night

Leaving when you did

“You’re not going to help decode it?”

“Nope! If by some chance it ties in to what happened last year, I want no part of it.”

And again, you get sucked into it

This time by Max and El

Listening to Will talk about the Mind Flayer

Worrying about Dustin and Steve because you haves seen or heard from them in awhile

Helping them trap Billy

Helping at the hospital

Meeting Nancy and Jonathan later

Being there for El as she goes into void

Is terrified for her and everyone else when she repeats what Billy said to her

Fixing El’s leg at the store

Going to the mall because that’s where Dustin is for some reason

Hugging Dustin once the Russians are down

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, (Y/N). You might want to check on Steve though.”

Looking up and shook your head when you see Steve

Dustin pushing you towards him

“I thought you didn’t want to be apart of it?”

“Yeah me too. Turns out I can’t run from it. You look like shit by the way.”

Steve snorted then winced

“You should see the other guy.”

Not very amused, you still take Steve’s face as you examine him

Sighing, you let go and punched him in the arm

“Ow! What was the for?”

“For kidnapping Dustin and apparently Erica?”

“I did not kidnap Dustin. And with Erica, that’s a different story. Ow!”

You punched him again.

“That’s for making me worried!”

“(Y/N)! We need your help!”

Dustin brought you back to your senses

“Her leg! It’s her leg!”

Your about to turn and go towards her

But Steve grabs your hand and spins you around and kisses you

You’re so in shock that you don’t kiss him back

“I’ve been wanted to do that for awhile.”

“Guys! Now is not the time for your love story!”

Dustin brings you back to your senses

“We’ll talk about it when it’s all over.”

Rushing towards El to see what’s going on

Your about to bark orders but all of a sudden you catch her leg move

Blood? No problem

Broken bone? That’s fine

But when something fucking moves in the body

That’s where you say no

And so does your stomach

Because the next thing you know is rushing away and puking

You barely pay attention to the commotion behind you

Barely notice Steve’s standing beside you making sure your okay

By the time you finish, so has Jonathan

“You okay?”

“Will be when this is over.”

Turning to see Jim, Joyce and Murray standing there

While everyone has their reunions

You stay with Steve

“So that kiss huh?”

“I-uh-sorry. I probably shouldn’t have kissed you.”

“Don’t worry about. It was nice.”

“Nice? That’s all you can say?”

“Well, I won’t mind kissing you again Steve.”

Steve’s a blushing mess and all he can do is nod his head

“Okay!” Jim’s voice boomed gaining everyone’s attention

With everything sorted, you decided to go with Nancy and Jonathan and the kids

Telling Steve and Robin to be careful and watch over Erica and Dustin

Running back inside when the car won’t start and Billy’s waiting for you

Helping with the car

Hiding with Mike, Max and El

Running with them

Getting knocked out by Billy

Coming too and realize El’s not there anymore

Racing to find her

Only to stop in terror when you see the Mind Flayer near El and Billy

Definitely gonna have nightmares.

Watching in horror as Billy defends the Mind Flayer

Watching him die and hold Max back so she won’t get attacked either

When the Mind Flayer collapses, you let go and ran to El with Mike and Max

You stand there as Mike and El hug

Feeling sad for Billy

When the malls in flames

You sit on the back of an ambulance with a blanket draped around your shoulders

“This seat taken?”

You shake your head and feel Steve sit beside you

“How you holding up?”

You shrug and lean your head on his shoulder

“Okay I guess.”

You can feel the tears coming

You don’t want to cry not yet anyways

“Gets going to be okay, (Y/N)”

Steve wraps an arm around you and kiss your head

You almost want to believe him

And you do

You stay like that for awhile

“Really Harrington? My sister.”

And for the third time, you want to kill him

You wonder if it’s normal

“Geez Henderson. I like your sister get over it.”

“Already have. It’s about damn time too.”

You put her face in your hands and shake your head

“Steve?”

Your voice is small, and you hate it

He turns to you at the sound of his name

“Can I sleep over at your house? Not like, that. Just to sleep. I don’t think I want to be alone tonight.”

Steve nods in understanding

He doesn’t want to be alone either

“Yeah so. We can have a sleepover.”

At this, nearly everyone turns to face the two of you and asks if they can join.

You both don’t have the heart to say no

So you say yes

And that’s how you found yourself in Steve’s living room

With a giant bed made up of blankets and pillows

And having a big cuddle session

And sure, you might have nightmares for awhile

But your with Steve and he doesn’t mind scaring the nightmares away

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #dustin henderson #will byres #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #el #eleven #max mayfield #billy hargrove #Jim hopper #jonathan byres #nancy wheeler #henderson!reader #murray #joyce byers #fanfic #stranger things

[fanficsloth]

Based on the song- Painted On My Heart by The Cult

Steve Harrington & Hopper Reader.  

Where the reader dies instead of Billy.

* Note . Sorry if this is bad. I’m tired and can never sleep so. lol enjoy♥*

While everyone stood in in the Starcourt mall with the mind flayer present in front of them.

Eleven was laying on the floor with Billy on top of her trying to sacrifice her to the huge monster in front of her. Steve had to hold the older Hopper sister from trying to run after Billy.

"Steve let me go! Please!" (Y/N) yelled while trying to break out of his grasp, "No, it's too dangerous. I can't lose you. I can't." he muttered.

Her crying red eyes looked at him and cupped his face, "I love you Steve. But she's my sister.  I can't lose her.  She needs help Steve. She needs me." She nodded her head for him to let go of her.

She ran over to Eleven where the mind flayer was ready to attack with one of it's body parts.

But before the monster could attack El, she jumped in front of it before it could get Eleven or Billy.

Her life, everything in a quick moment is gone.

"NO!" Steve yelled before running over to her after she fell on the ground.

"Oh no." Nancy whispered before hiding into Johnathon's chest.

Billy stood there frozen along with the rest of them.

Everyone was looking at what happened, they were shocked, Eleven was a crying mess and crawling over towards her older sisters limp body.

"(Y/N) stay with me please. " Steve kept trying to keep pressure onto her wound.

Her once glowing skin was dim, the light was going to shut off at any moment, breathing was slowing down and  her eyes were slowly closing and opening.

"S-s- Steve." her voice was soft with shaking tone to it, her cold hands reaching up to cup his one last time, making him lean in to her hand. "I-it's okay. Y-You'll be okay. I- I love you, and you guys." she spoke her last words before falling limp into her lovers arms.

"Baby. (Y/N) . Baby no. Come on. Come on! We need help someone help!" Steve's eyes were drowning in tears.

Everyone was a crying mess, Robin had to turn away from looking at the scene that played in front of her.

They just watched someone who they grew up with, hung out with, someone they could look up to as strong as her.

Eleven lost her big sister, the one who taught her about boys, fashion, music, messing with Jim when he was in one of his moods,someone to watch movies with. Everything a young girl needed in her life.

Everything Steve loved was gone.

In that one quick snap of a finger she was gone. Dead. Never coming back.

Never to experience her life as an adult with Steve, growing old, married, having kids, being there for the kids they had now.

After the graphic thing he had to experience he stopped talking to everyone, he didn't want to leave her body. He gave her one last kiss before being dragged away by Joyce.

The funeral he stayed to himself never leaving the side of his lover. Softly talking to her and here and there touching his face like she would.

He stayed in the house in the bed where they used to share on nights where she would sneak out to surprise him, only with one piece of clothing that still had her scent of it. He couldn't sleep, once he would sleep the memory of (Y/N) dying kept playing over and over. Wishing it would've been Billy. I could've been Billy. It should've been Billy.

A couple of months went by, Robin and Dustin dragged  him out of the house against his will.

"Come on Dingus. We can't let you stirring in your own thoughts, we'll take a walk, get you out of his funk okay?" Robin spoke with genuine concern for the boy.

"No. Leave me the fuck alone." Steve muttered while turning his back on the pair.

"Please Steve. We need you. Our group is lost, we need you back man." Dustin pleaded, which made Steve huff and sat up a little bit, sliding on his shoes not bothering to put on a new pair of clothes.

Steve had lost some weight, his hair longer than usual, and bags underneath his eyes. He looked tired, lost and sad.

As the pair walked outside he sees his car sitting there, flashbacks played in his head while Robin and Dustin were trying to catch him up on everything that had happened while he was avoiding everyone and everything.

His mind was playing the time where (Y/N) would sneak off from her house just to see him.

He would be waiting outside of the passenger side of the car waiting for his baby in the hiding spot so Jim wouldn't find out. She would run up to him with a big hug and kisses, he pushed her body against the door and deepened the kiss. "Steve." he heard her sweet voice let out. But all he could do is just stare into those haunting eyes. Then he heard it again"Steeeeveee."

"Harrington." Dustin snapped his fingers, Steve didn't realize that he had stopped right in front of that spot, he touched his lips with a small burning sensation upon his chapped lips.

"I- I can't do this." Steve muttered while brushing his hair back, "Steve. You can. Just come on. Please." Robin asked.

He just nodded his head before walking.

They were walking around the small town, seeing the movie theater where he first met her.

The pair was seeing a movie with different people waiting to for the popcorn and as soon as they placed the popcorn on the counter, Steve and (Y/N) both reached for it and touched hands. "Oh I'm sorry." her face turning red and brushing her hair out her face. Her eyes were bright as day. But before Steve could realize his hands were still on her small soft ones. "N- no! I'm sorry." he removed his hands and what was weird was. All the warmth he had felt was gone when he let go.

"Dude. Come on we're gonna catch a movie." Henderson spoke, trying to encourage his best friend to continue to walk. But before he could walk further he saw Billy walking with Max along him.

"Fucking shit man. Billy?! He has the nerve to sit there and walk around like nothing has ever happened?" Steve yelled, making the man look over in their direction.

Dustin and Max's eyes looked at each other knowing this isn't going to be good.

"Hargrove. You piece of shit." Steve yelled, hitting Billy. One punch after another. Making Dustin, Max and Robin pull him away.

Steve looked at the mess he caused, Billy was on the ground with a bleeding face and bruising was showing up faintly.

Billy knew he could take Steve, he did it once and could do it again in a heartbeat. But he knew what this was for. He knew this was a long time coming.

"You took her away from me. You took her from all of us. I loved her. How could you? I should've been you! It should've been you all along you fucking asshole! Her death is on your hands. You're a piece of shit." and spit on the shoes of the man he hated the most.

Steve ran on the side of the building where he leaned against the brick wall, he brought his knees to his chest and started to cry heavily.

Then he felt someone touch him in such a sweet loving way, "You'll be okay Steve. I love you." he heard, he lifted his eyes and saw her figure walk away from him.

"You still feel her. Don't you." Robin whispered softly breaking him out a trance.

"I feel her,  I smell her, I see her Robin. I thought I could do it. But I can't. Everything is so deep inside of me."

"You're gonna have to let her go Steve. I know you love her, but she's gone. She loved you so much. But I know what she wouldn't like is seeing you like this."

"I can't. I still have her face painted on my heart. And no one can ever change that."

#steve harrington imagine #steve x reader #steve harrington #imagines #stranger things imagine #stranger things #fanfic #small imagines #song imagine #billy hargove imagine #and i opp #hi #goodnight #thank you for reading

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Aladdin Queen fic John Deacon x reader Chap. 8; Love is formed

*Author’s note*

Okay everyone here it is, my most FAVORITE SONG OF ALADDIN AND MY FAV. PART TO WRITE. And since I love both versions of this song SOOOO much I leave it up to you all on what you want to listen to. Whether its the OG or the LA version I’ll have both links up for you all to enjoy. So I’ll shut up now and let you all get to it and OHHH CHALLENGE ESP. TO US GIRLS!!! DON’T. SING. JASMINE’S PART!!!!! Since you the reader are basically Aladdin’s part you’re gonna have to sing the male part while Deacy takes over the female vocals hehehe. So hope you all enjoy that challenge :)

OG version

LA version

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things​

@psychosupernatural​

@waddles03​

@ixchel-9275​

@georgesgentlyweepingguitar​

@queendeakyy​

@simonedk​

@kairosfreddie​

@geek-and-proud​

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After the party Freddie and I were in my guest room with my pacing around and Freddie brushing out his hair with his disguise now dropped.

“He just—walked out.”

“Perhaps I might’ve gone too far with the splits, but darling let’s be honest here. That dance was probably the best thing you will ever do in your entire life.”

“I was pretty good wasn’t I?” I bragged still remembering the look on that bitch Priyanka’s face as she tucked and run. But then I thought back to John, I mean nothing seems to impress him and I thought all royals loved treasures or women fighting over them. “But nothing seems to impress him.”

“I know. Not gems or jams or jewels. I mean if I can’t impress him, I wonder who can?” I looked out of my balcony to see just across from my balcony was the Princes’ balcony.  I saw John with Roger and Jim and the three of them went back into the room.

“What are you saying Freddie?” I asked as I turned towards him.

“I’m just saying maybe just try being yourself.”

“I already told you, he has to marry a Princess.” I sighed as I turned back towards the Princes’ balcony. “If I only just had a few minutes alone with him.” Then an idea came into my mind. “You have to get me over there?”

“That an official wish?” he asked me as he shook out his hair and turned towards me.

“No it’s more of a—favor. For a friend.”

“Sorry dear, genies really don’t do favors.” He said as he turned back towards the mirror and observed himself. “Plus we don’t really do friends.”

“But I thought you said you never had a friend like me.”

“See that’s where you’re wrong (y/n). I said you never had a friend like me. See when you’re a genie, people always want things from you it’s just—awkward.” He placed a turban on top of his head and modeled it wondering if it looked good on him.  That’s when I got a clever idea.

“Yeah, you’re right. Besides it would’ve involved distracting a—certain animal keeper to the Princes.”

“Oh-ho I see where this is going you clever minx, I hook you up, you hook me up, right?” Freddie said as came up in front of me with a wide smile while I just grinned back at him.

*3rd Person POV*

Now back in his disguise Freddie appeared at the Princes’ door and extended his hand outwards to the door, then using his magic he made three knocks sound off before they opened to reveal Jim.  He was surprised to see the advisor to the Princess and Freddie greeted him with a smile.

“Good evening.”

“How did you get past the guards?” questioned Jim.

“Oh I uhh—I snuck past them.”

“All 48 of them? Even the ones that spit fire? Impressive.” Jim said in a blunt tone.

“Well—that’s what people say about me.” Freddie chuckled nervously. Jim however just gave him an unimpressed look. “Oh that—that came out arrogant didn’t it? I mean I’m not overly arrogant or a prick I just I don’t know why I said that. Uhh….” He then saved himself by bring out from his back, a small bouquet of roses.

“They’re lovely.” Jim awed. “He’ll hate them.” Jim then suddenly spoke with a blunt matter-of-fact tone. “Tell the Princess that the way to Prince John’s heart is through his mind.”

“Actually these are from me—to you.” Freddie said. Jim’s face softened and he said softly.

“Could you excuse me for one moment?” Jim said as he reached for the doors and slowly closed them.

“No, wait I just….” Freddie tried to save himself but the doors closed in on him before he could say another word.

Jim remained calm as he slowly turned towards the Princes before finally letting go and silently pumping his arms up and down in victory.  John, Brian and Roger also mouthed out a cheer for him.

Meanwhile from the hallway Freddie turned his head angrily muttering to himself.

“‘Not that I’m overly arrogant’ really Freddie? That made you sound like a right up arsehole basically.” The doors opened up and Freddie turned back and smiled at Jim.  Jim took the roses and said.

“My favorite, I plant these all the time back home for the Princes garden. You may continue.”

“I was noticing of how—pleasant the evening is. At the party I noticed you noticing…me how—pleasant I am. Right, how is this going?” Freddie stammered awkwardly before asking cautiously.

“It’s clumsy. But in a…..charming sort of way.” Jim answered him honestly.

“A stroll.” Freddie blurted out. “Would you like to take an evening stroll with me?”

“Just the two of us? On purpose?”

“Yes, as people.” Jim was silent once again before whispering softly.

“Just one more minute.”

“Okay.” As Jim closed the doors once more, Freddie muttered, “Why the fuck would I say that?” as the doors fully closed he turned aside and softly growled “That woman is contagious!”

Inside the room, Jim tossed the bouquet over to John who caught it and he gestured and mouthed out ‘go’ to Jim.  Jim opened the doors once again and he said to Freddie.

“I’ve never really been on a stroll, how does it work?”

“Follow me my dear and I’ll show you.” The two men then walked side by side of each other, their hands briefly rubbing off against one another.

*My POV*

“I’m happy Jim finally found someone while we were here.” I heard Prince Brian say from the balcony.

“Yeah, he seems to be happy with Ali’s advisor. He looks like he’s a lot of fun, maybe I’ll ask if he’d like to go for a ride in the gardens.” Prince Roger spoke.

“You know you just wanna interrogate the poor guy in case he hurts Jim.” John’s voice spoke up.

“I just care about Jim’s wellbeing. I mean remember that one arsehole that used him to get to us, mainly you Brian.”

“I’d—rather not talk about that thank you Rog.” I then decided to make my presence known so I knocked on the corner of the wall and I heard John say.

“Come in.”

“Actually I’m already in.” I said cautiously as I came around the column pillar.

“Don’t move!” John warned me.  That’s when I saw both the lion and lioness stand up and growl at me, but the lioness seemed more protective as she looked like she was ready to attack me.

“I just came back because you left so…..”

“How did you—get there?” he asked curiously. I closed me mouth and said the first two words that came to my mind.

“Magic carpet?” he just scoffed at me.

“I, for one, am glad you’re here though Princess Ali.” Spoke Prince Brian as he stood up holding some sort of creature in his hand.  It looked kinda like a mongoose of sorts but it wasn’t like anything I’ve ever seen before. It was big, probably the size of a domestic cat, it had grey fur for the back but black on its underbelly, around it’s face was white with black lines along the eyes.

“You are?”

“Yes. For hours I’ve been trying to find Ababwa but it doesn’t seem to be on any of my maps. Care to show me?”

“Well I…..”

“Yes. I would also like to know just why your kingdom isn’t on any map.” John spoke up as he crossed his arms.  As I took a step forward, the lioness took a step forward while the male lion softly roared. “Now Nala. You and your brother can’t eat the princess tonight she needs her legs for dancing.”

“Did I go too far with the split?” I asked as I finally began walking forward while the two big cats were distracted.

“A little. Ababwa?”

“Yes.” I spoke loudly before finally muttering to myself, “Freddie I need to find Ababwa, they have maps, lots of maps.” I cleared my throat as I finally stood by the two princes and picked up the map and held it over my face in between me and John’s face specifically. “Ababwa, of course.” I remained silent for a bit before finally saying again, “Ababwa.”

Finally I saw a cartoon drawing of Freddie on the map in his genie formed and he waved at me.  He then began flying about and I followed his frantic movements as his genie tail began drawing random kingdoms at the center.  Along a banner it read ‘WEMBLEY KINGDOM.’

‘Not funny Freddie!’ I mouthed at him.  He then waved another banner in big bold letters that read JUST BE YOURSELF, his drawing scowling at me with his arms crossed. ‘Fred enough of…..’ John’s hand came on top of the map and he bent it over as he told me.

“Have you lost your country?” oh Allah say something you idiot.

“What no? No! No not at all its……” I set the map down trying to stand between the map and John. “It’s right here.” I pointed in a random spot. His brow rose skeptically as he said.

“I don’t think so, see I was with Brian when he was—” he looked down and low and behold Freddie had drawn the fake kingdom of Ababwa and gotten rid of the other drawings he had done, even his drawing was gone.

“There it is!” I exclaimed cheerfully.  John and Brian hovered over the map and Brian said.

“How did I miss that?”

“Well I mean who needs maps anyways? They’re old, and useless and add no practical value.” I said as I took the map away from the desk.

“Maps are how we see the world.” Brian said as he set down his pet.

“But I thought a prince could go anywhere?” I asked. All three of them had solemn faces as Roger finally spoke up.

“Not these princes unfortunately.” John especially seemed to look the most solemn and heartbroken.

“Well, if you’d—Prince John I’d gladly oh!” I felt a brush up against my leg and a soft bite on my shoe.  I know it wasn’t intentionally at my foot per-say, but I did feel small teeth nibble into my skin.

“Ahh Lulu naughty girl!” Prince Brian scolded as he came up and picked the creature up.  “Sorry, she’s always been a curious little badger but I’ve never seen her act like this before.” Then just before Brian could catch her, she went between my legs, her medium sized body knocking into my heels sending me towards the ground.

“Oh dear Princess Ali are you…..” just before Brian could help me up, the male lion stood between him and I.

“Simba! Nala!” Roger proclaimed as I was now surrounded by two massive big cats.  The female lioness standing right over me growling right into my face for a bit till it suddenly softened.

The male’s face also softened and soon the female slowly licked my face from my forehead down to my chin.  The two of them softly bellowed a soft roar as I said.

“Thank you…..Nala.” I scratched the side of her face and she leaned into my hand and accepted my scratches while Simba came up and plopped right down beside me and raised his paw up and wrapped it around my neck which ended up bringing me down and forcing my face to be buried into his dark mane.

“Incredible.” I heard Brian mutter.  Once I had my fill of lion snuggles and managed to break free of their loving grips, I adjusted myself and said as I walked out towards the balcony.

“I was saying you should really see these places. I mean there’s a whole world beyond books and maps. Do you want to?”

“How? There are guards at every door.” John stated bluntly as he looked at me.

“Who said anything about using a door?” I said as I walked towards the railing.

“What are you doing?” John’s tone turned into an alarmed tone as he came down the steps.

“Sometimes my English Princes, you just—have to take a risk.” I said as I swung over to the other side of the railing before finally letting go.

*John’s POV*

We all let out a gasp as Princess Ali just fell to her death.  All was quiet as I looked from side to side.

“Please tell me we didn’t just witness a suicide.” Spoke Roger.  Suddenly slowly rising up sitting perfectly fine and alive was Princess Ali on top of a—no way they really do exist? I thought these things were just stories.

“Is this…..” I asked as I walked up to her.

“A magic carpet? Yeah.” She scooted closer to the edge of the carpet and said to me, “Do you trust me?” wait a second. Did—did she just say what I thought she said?

“What?”

“Do you trust me?” she said again as she extended her hand out to mine.  I turned towards Brian and Roger and they nodded and gestured for me to go on.  I turned back towards Ali and gave her my hand as I said.

“Yes.” She then helped me onto the magic carpet. The two of us sat down on top of the magic carpet and as Nala came up towards the balcony bellowing out a whine, the carpet took off flying over the entire city.

It was then I heard Ali beginning to sing, and my god she—had the voice of an angel.  The only other voice to sing so sweetly like that was my mother.  We flew through the tight alleyways of the Agrabah city and I couldn’t help but be in awe of the city at night.  When I turned back towards Ali, she had a small plum petunia in her hand and she held it out to me.

I took it and sniffed it as it’s delicate scent tickled my nose as we continued to fly through the rooftops of the city now before flying high into the sky.  Going up and over the clouds before slowly diving back down through them, like whales breaching in the ocean.  Even going as far to fly across the moon.

*Ali*

I can show you the world Shining, shimmering, splendid Tell me, my prince, now when did You last let your heart decide?

I can open your eyes Take you wonder by wonder Over, sideways and under On a magic carpet ride

A whole new world A new fantastic point of view No one to tell us no Or where to go Or say we're only dreaming

        I then began to feel the song in my heart as we continued to fly high over the clouds.  Soon the magic carpet even handed us some armful of clouds for Ali and I to hold.  

Never did I dream that I would actually get to hold a cloud it was more—fluffier than I imagined.  Kinda like feeling stuffing.

        As Ali’s cloud broke apart, I released my cloud go as we spun around a cloud making it into the shape of whipped cream topping before doing a loop-de-loop.  We now flew alongside a flock of cranes and I couldn’t help but extend my arms out, it was then we were briefly tossed off the carpet before being caught again, doing somersaults as we went higher and higher into the diamond lit sky.

*Me*

A whole new world A dazzling place I never knew But when I'm way up here It's crystal clear That now I'm in a whole new world with you *Ali*

Now I'm in a whole new world with you

*Me*

Unbelievable sights Indescribable feeling Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling Through an endless diamond sky

A whole new world

We flew straight down from the sky and through the clouds to see a river coming up.  I closed my eyes but she took my wrists and gently took them away from my eyes as we flew right over the water before going back up towards the sky to see the city of Agra.  The Taj Mahal standing so proudly just ahead as we flew over it.

We then flew far out of the city towards the open desert to see a herd of wild horses running freely.  As we got closer to them, I stroked the youngest stallion underneath his chin and he whinnied while we flew on ahead of the herd. *Ali*

Don't you dare close your eyes *Me*

A hundred thousand things to see *Ali*

Hold your breath - it gets better *Me*

I'm like a shooting star I've come so far I can't go back to where I used to be

*Ali*

A whole new world *Me*

Every turn a surprise *Ali*

With new horizons to pursue *Me*

Every moment red-letter

Now flying over the Indian ocean we both looked down to see the dolphins swimming up to the surface doing their breaching technique, the moon bouncing off the water gave it a beautiful glow and as I looked towards Ali, the moon also gave her an ethereal beauty, especially from her raven hair to her bright (e/c) eyes.

We turned to face each other as our song came to a close and I could feel my heart beat just a little bit faster at seeing her eyes shine like the stars under the moonlight. *Both*

I'll chase them anywhere There's time to spare Let me share this whole new world with you

*Ali (Me)*

A whole new world (A whole new world)

That's where we'll be (that’s where we’ll be) *Ali*

A thrilling chase *Me*

A wondrous place *Both*

For you and me

We leaned up against each other, my head on top of hers and her head resting against my shoulder as my hand gently took hers and they intertwined with each other’s.

After seeing the world we stopped right back into the city of Agrabah to see the people having a celebration of their own in the middle of their city.  A large bonfire was at the center, drummers banging on the drums in rhythm while the people danced in a circle and cheered.  I looked over to Ali and took off my white vest and draped it over her shoulders to keep her warm.  She turned to me and smiled in gratitude.

“Of all the places you’ve shown me tonight this is by far the most beautiful.”

“Sometimes you just have to look at it from a new perspective.” She answered.

“It’s them. The people. No matter what skin color they are, they make it beautiful. And they deserve to have an ally who knows that. I don’t see how that ever could be me.”

“Because it should be you.” She answered.

“Do you really think so?” I asked as I turned to face her.

“Does it really matter what I think?” she said as she tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, much like how (y/n) did a couple nights ago.  

But it—it couldn’t be her. Could it? So I decided to test something out.

“You know,” I slowly moved my arm around her waist. “It’s a shame that Abu had to miss this.”

“Nah, he hates parties, besides he’s……” she stopped talking and I saw her face fall. So it was her. It was (y/n)!

“I knew it, you are (y/n)! Why did you lie to me!?” I said as I backed away from her.

“John I’m sorry.” She pleaded.  No she doesn’t get any mercy from me.

“Did you really think I was stupid? That I wouldn’t figure it out?!”

“No, no you’re not stupid I was just….”

“Tell me the truth. Is your name (Y/n) or Ali?!”

“I’m Princess Ali.”

“So (y/n) wasn’t real?”

“No she is! Because I’m also (y/n). I—just use the name (y/n) for when I need to disguise myself amongst the commoners. To—escape the pressures of palace life.” I just looked at her with a skeptical glare and I asked her.

“Why didn’t you just tell me the day we met?”

“Well I mean you know—royalty going out into the city in disguise it sounds kinda strange don’t it?” well she’s got me there. I mean after it was my idea that Roger and I dress as commoners to escape the palace just shortly after we had arrived.

“Not that strange.” I said as I gently nudged her shoulder with mine.  “I’m sorry I snapped at you. Is just I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you.”

“It’s okay. People just don’t see the real you when you’re royalty.” Don’t I know that much.  We looked at each other and that’s when I returned the favor and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

“We should—” she started off.  I looked down at her and she continued, “We should head back.”

“Already?” I sighed and that’s when Ali had the magic carpet take us back to the palace.

We arrived back at my balcony and I could see the lights were off, so I’m hoping Brian and Roger are asleep by now.  Ali helped me off the magic carpet and handed me back my vest and that’s when the magic carpet lowered itself down.

“Goodnight, Princess Ali.”

“Sweet dreams, Prince John.” She said softly with a soft smile.  Slowly the two of us began leaning forward when suddenly she was pushed right up into my face.  Well I guess I’ll have the thank that magic carpet tomorrow.  I then leaned the rest of the way and softly kissed her lips.

She kissed me back and it felt like an eternity before the desperate need for air became necessary.  I pulled away before giving her a warm smile and turning my back on her to walk into our room.

*3rd Person POV*

After the kiss and John turned back into his room, (y/n) extended her arms outward as she whispered.

“Yes.” Before falling back onto Carpet who flew away from the balcony and (y/n) let out a giggly, whooping cheer.  However she was unaware of Iago who had witnessed the entire thing.

“Fascinating.” He crooned darkly.

Back in her room, Carpet stopped right at her balcony where Freddie now in full genie mode was drinking a cup of vodka and he said as he saw (y/n)’s face.

“Ohh I love that face. Good date?”

“The best.” She answered with a reply.

Meanwhile in the Princes room Roger and Brian who were still awake while Jim was preparing John for bed, John said to them.

“But it was better than the best.”

“Wow Deacy, who would’ve thought you had it in you.” Roger praised.

“However the thing was Roger we’ve actually met her.”

“Wait what do you mean?”

“He even figured out that I was (y/n). You said that wouldn’t happen.” (y/n) told Freddie.

“Well genie magic is really just a façade. Eventually real characters are always gonna show up. But that’s a good thing, right? Now he knows.”

“Well…..” she dragged out.

“Wai—hold-hold up now. What?”

“She told me that she was only pretending to be a thief to escape the stress of palace life, but she’s really a Princess.” John explained to Roger just after Jim finished brushing his hair. “Thank you Jim, you can retire for the night.”

“Thank you Prince John. Good night boys.”

“Night Jim.” Said Brian.

“G’night Jimmy boy” Roger called out as Jim left their bedrooms to go to his sleeping quarters.

“And you believed that?” asked Roger.

“I think so.” John said as he got into his bed.

“(Y/n) darling, eventually you are going to have to tell him the truth.”

“Eventually I will tell him Freddie. But anyway, how was your stroll with Jim?”

“Oh no, no, no you are not turning the conversation around dear.”

“I’m not I’m genuinely curious. How did it go?” Freddie looked at me skeptically but when he saw that I wasn’t lying to him, he proceeded to tell me everything.  He seemed to really like Jim, and heck maybe by the end of it all, maybe they could end up together.  Sure it’s frowned upon but love is love and that’s how everyone should live their lives, right?

Brian turned to his side to face John and asked him.

“You don’t think that maybe you want believe her because you have to marry a Princess, but can’t marry a thief?”

“No Brian. I believe her. I do.” John said affirmatively.  He looked up at the ceiling before sighing softly and shutting his eyes to rest for a new day.

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The Walking Blind: Chapter 5

*************Monet's POV********** I could hear people yelling, it was frantic outside, it wasn't so close so I knew it wasn't the cells. I could still hear Daryl's voice talking to Rick, eavesdropping was like second nature now, needing to know everything going on around me. I sat up a little in the bed, moving my legs over the ledge. Bear whined as I stood up, immediately grabbing onto the cell door for stability. I squeezed my eyes shut, the dizziness was bearable but still, the room spun around me.

I was determined to see what the commotion was about. I walked further, out of the cell, Bear walking close to my side, nudging me every once in a while. My breath was labored and I was so tired.

"Carl?" I asked, hoping he was close.

"Right here," He said quietly, tapping his foot, I turned to my left.

"What's going on?"

"Some women showed up, with the stuff Glenn and Maggie were supposed to be getting." He told me, grabbing my hand and leading me closer to the voices.

"We can tend to that wound for you, give you a little food and water and then send you on your way. But you're gonna have to tell us how you found us and why you were carrying formula." Ricks's voice was dominant and strong. Even without being able to see him, his voice alone could shake anyone to their core.

"The supplies were dropped by a young Asian guy with a pretty girl." The women's voice was quiet but she was holding her own.

"What happened?"

"Were they attacked?" I heard Hershal's voice now, he was fearing the worst.

My stomach dropped and I held onto Carl's shoulder. I was also fearing the worst, that my stupidity had cost them their life. That my need for medicine and other unnecessary things had gotten them eaten alive. I let silent tears fall from my eyes as I continued to listen.

"They were taken." She answered. I furrowed my brows, taken?

"Taken? By who?" Rick asked her.

"By the same son of a bitch who shot me." She was cut off in the end by Rick, his footsteps advancing a bit.

"Hey, these are our people. You tell us what happened now!" He growled. I tensed as I heard the woman groan in pain before moving.

"Don't you ever touch me again!" She hissed, and suddenly I was back in a world filled with Carter. I didn't want to believe Rick was hurting her but the evidence was clear, and this time I could reason with why he was doing it, we were missing out people.

"You'd better start talking. You're gonna have a much bigger problem than a gunshot wound." I heard Daryl tell her. I closed my eyes. Hoping the women would just give up the information so we could let her go. Alive.

"Find 'em yourself." She told them, and suddenly god was laughing in my face, telling me my hopes were useless in this world.

"Hey, sh sh sh" His footsteps were loud as he walked around, trying to get her back on track.  "You came here for a reason," "There's a town, wood bury, about seventy-five survivors, I think they were taken there." "A whole town?" Rick questioned her.

"It's run by this guy who calls himself the Governor. Pretty boy, charming, Jim Jones type." She sneered. By the sounds of it, this meant trouble. A whole town, kidnapping our two people, I'm not sure if we can win this one but I know that Rick wouldn't let this stop them from trying, especially Hershal, Maggie was his daughter for crying out loud.

"He got muscle?" Daryl asked. My heart jumped a little every time I heard his voice. I don't know if it's the fact that he saved me not only once but now twice that was making me act this way but I didn't want it to stop either way.

"Paramilitary wannabes. They have armed entries on every wall." "You know a way in?" Rick asked. "The place is secure from walers, but we could slip our way through." The mystery woman replied. "How'd you know how to get here?" Rick sniffed. "They mentioned a prison, said which direction it was in, this it was a straight shot."  She told him a matter of factly.

"This is Hershal, the father of the girl who was taken," Rick told her. I learned a little on Carl, my head getting lighter, I kept shifting my weight from side to side, trying to keep my breath quiet as we lurked. "He'll take care of that."

"Come on they're coming out now," Carl told me, helping me wobble back to some tables. We sat down just in time for the footsteps to be in the same room as us now.

"What're you doin out of bed, you need to rest," Daryl asked, touching my back. I flinched for a second, relaxing into his touch, thinking of a lie quick.

"I wanted to make friends?" It was more of a question than an answer but he still huffed, obviously not believing me.  "Can I have some water please, I'm really thirsty," I told Daryl, hoping I could ask Carl about what he saw. Daryl just hummed, walking away, I turned back to Carl.

"Alright tell me what you saw, what was she like?" I asked him lowly. "She's black, with long hair, it looks weird." "Weird how? Poofy or like ropes?" I cut him off, I needed a good description. "Ropes." "They're called dreadlocks," I told him. He hummed and kept on with his description.

"She was shot in the leg, and she has a really cool sword." He told me. I bit my lip not being able to make a good picture in my head from the lack of detail but I took what I could get before Daryl came back, touching my arm and holding the bottle out for me, which I took gratefully.

"Thank you," I told him quietly. "Go on," Daryl told Carl, who scrambled away from the table. "Hey, he's my friend." I scowled. "Be nice," I told him, he huffed, grabbing my hand and lifting me slightly.

"You need to lay down." He told me, leading Bear and me up the stairs back to our cell. "Will you stay with me?" I asked him once we reached the room. "Can't gotta help Rick out, Glenn and Maggie were taken, gotta get 'em back." He told me. I frowned now remembering why they were in that mess.

"I'm so sorry this happened," I told him, choking back the cries. From the sound of it, the people at this town aren't like the close-knit family I was brought into by Daryl.

Daryl hummed,  giving me the lightest squeeze before letting go and leaving me. After a few moments, I heard footsteps coming back.

"Daryl?" I questioned the unknown person I could sense standing in the doorway.

"It's us, Carl and Beth." The girly voice called out quietly.

"Come in." I smiled, patting the mattress I was now sitting on. The weight dipped on it a bit but it was heavier than I thought Carl would be, so I assumed it was Beth.

"Got anything for me? Who's all going?" I asked, pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Well, right now my daddy's fixin that lady up," Beth told me. "But then my dad, Daryl, Oscar, and I think Axel is going too," Carl emphasized the word describing Rick. I nodded humming, picking at my fingers, worrying about Daryl. I mean how would these odds look to anyone? Four against a town?

"I gotta go, I know my daddy's probably looking for me, talk to you later, Monet," Beth said, hurriedly walking out of the cell just as Hershal called for her. I waved. "I'm gonna go too, say bye to my dad," Carl said, following Beth, I just stayed silent and sat on the bed for a few minutes.

"God this is boring, huh bubby?" I asked Bear, patting his head. I stood up, Bear instantly standing flush against my leg. I put my arms in front of me, talking small and slow steps around the cell. I walked to the door, then turned to face the inside of it.

The bunks were on the right side, then about three steps to the left there was an empty table against the wall. Walking further into the cell there was a small toilet and an equally small sink next to that, there was a mirror above the sink, very useless in my case. The walls were baren cement blocks, paint slightly chipping away in some places.

"I brought you some sheets and blankets and pillows, and a curtain for your door." I recognized Carol's voice. I turned around.

"Oh thank you, you didn't have to but I appreciate it," I told her, giving her my best smile. She helped me with the tiny fitted sheet.

"Can you tell me anything about the group, at least the more grown-up details?" I asked her as I put the blankets on the bed, putting the pillows on the end closer to the back of the cell. I sat down on the comfortable bed, waiting for her response.

"Like what?" "I don't know, how did everyone find each other, is this everyone, was there more?" I was a broken damn, flooding her with questions.

"Well, when this all started we were all stuck on a highway, there was way more than now." She paused. "Then when people started meeting one another we set up a little camp sort of thing a little way out of Atlanta, Glenn would get supplies from the city, the girls did the woman's work, Daryl and his brother hunted for us."

"Daryl has a brother?" I cut her off, scooting forward at the interesting thought.

"Mhmm," She hummed. "His name was Merle. The last time Glenn went out to the city he took Merle, and a few others and when he came back Merle was gone and Rick was there." She tells me.

"What happened?"

"Merle was being Merle. Racist and an asshole, Rick handcuffed him to the roof and they left him there, T-Dog dropped the key or something and when they came back for him he was gone, just his hand left." She told me. I nodded, eyes scrunched. She continues.

"Rick found his wife and Carl at the camp with us and his old partner. He used to be a Sherrif deputy. I had my husband, son of a bitch, and my daughter Sophie. We had a lot of other people, but one night, walkers came and got so many of them, nearly half." I nodded.

"They got my husband, other families, they got Andrea's sister. So we moved out of there, got to the CDC, it was ok at first. Big dinner, lots of drinking, then the guy there told us there was no cure, there was no hope. He tried to blow us up and almost succeeded. We lost more there.  Then we were back on the highway and while we were looking for supplies there was just this huge hoard of them, probably a hundred or so, and my baby got scared, and some walkers chased her into the woods." Carol paused, taking a deep breath, taking a moment to reminisce in her loss, to remember her sweet baby like how she used to be.

"We separated and looked for days, and then one day this lady on a horse came running to us screaming for Laurie, Carl's mother, saying he's been shot, she tells us to meet them at a farm and we do. That's where we met Hershal and his family. We stayed there for a while but then there were just some problems and we lost even more people and another hoard shows up and drove us out." She sighed.

"We were jumping from house to house, anywhere we could hide for a bit until we found this place, cleared it out and made it ours. Lost some people doing that too." I decided not to question her about her daughter, I already assumed her untimely demise. I nodded, feeling for her hand.

"I can't imagine your losses, and I can only hope your journey in this world become lighter," I told her, squeezing her hand.

"Thank you, sweetheart, it's our journey now. I don't think you're leaving us anytime soon, you're part of the family now." She laughed, kissing m forehead. I flinched back a bit but accepter her embrace. I missed my mother, her soft hugs.

"I don't know about that, Rick doesn't seem so fond of me." I laughed warily.

"Don't worry, Daryl won't let anything happen to you." She told me. I nodded, smiling at the ground. "Plus I think Carl's got a crush on ya." She nudged my shoulder, I laughed a little.

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“Deception Indicated”: an HYH recap

[The very final season of this show really does seem the perfect time to kick off a new series on this blog! Over the years I’ve expressed my dislike of recap culture, so I don’t know why I think this is a good idea. But I do! My goal here is to offer something a bit more light-hearted than Director’s Chair, a bit broader than the extremely niche Things Carrie Wore This Week, and much less time-consuming than listening to a 1-hour podcast. Let me know what you think! --Sara]

Our final season opens with Carrie, sleepless in bed, recounting some truly horrific memories of her time in capture. How does one describe this? She screams “not the coat, not the coat!” presumably talking about a straitjacket. She has what I can only describe as an imaginary orgasm, surrounded by wooden figurines to which she whispers, “don’t be scared!” Are we on the set of Girl, Interrupted? I have to believe this is the footage Claire talked about filming in 2018 that never made it into the final cut of “Paean to the People.” It’s all very…. wtf. I really don’t need it in my life.

Carrie has a mini anxiety attack (episode count: 1), because honestly who wouldn’t. She’s in Landstuhl Medical Center. Which is where Brody was before they brought him home in the pilot, and where Quinn was before Saul and Carrie effectively killed him too. ~memories~

Carrie asks for a half of a Lorazepam before returning back to bed. Apparently she’s seen our Twitter bio and feels the same! 

We then get the rarest of Homeland occurrences: a montage! This montage has EVERYTHING! Carrie running, Carrie bun, Carrie getting her blood pressure taken, Carrie wearing an oversize sweater, Carrie going to meet Doug who is not Doug.

Instead it’s some hard ass CIA man Jim, who is Doug’s supervisor, believes Carrie is a Russian agent, and also apparently can’t read her file because he is asking her the same questions she’s already been asked 439 times. Three things:

1) This scene reminds me so much of a point in “Game On,” when Carrie is trying to get out of the psychiatric hospital and does her very best “I’m so grateful and agreeable and kind” act—which is an act, but also not really an act? She declines water, and makes small talk with Jim, and actually attempts a smile.

2) This scene also has a strong callback to the scene in the pilot where Carrie is questioning Brody at Langley. It’s intercut with flashbacks, similar to Brody with Nazir, and most importantly has a defining air of “hmm what is actually going on?”

3) Carrie sighs and sucks in her teeth at least 76 times. I LOVE YOU, CARRIE!!

Carrie is understandably pissed at Jim’s accusations but we don’t sit with that for too long because now we’re in Qatar, with Saul. He is still, for some unknown reason, the National Security Advisor to Beau Bridges. There is a scene where Saul explains what’s going on to a group of journalists and it has so much exposition and information-dumping in it it’s kind of admirable.

I had to watch this twice to understand what was happening but it goes like this: America is helping facilitate peace talks between Afghanistan and the Taliban, because it would really like to get out of Afghanistan after 20 years. But no one really trusts anyone else, and everyone is still pissed at everyone for literally everything that’s happened in the last half century. So yeah, things are going great! And this episode has TWO references to the embassy attack in Islamabad in season four, in case we’d forgotten (how could I ever).

Then the Afghan VP G’ulom  is like FUCK THIS and calls a surprise press conference and says they’ll never agree to giving up Taliban POWs and don’t you know that Afghanistan is a lion? The dude who plays G’ulom has probably the best voice of any actor I’ve ever heard. The way he says “lions” over and over gives me chills.

So now Saul is like, hmmm what do I do?… Oh, I know, my homie Carrie! She’s just the person for this task in a war zone. Also the last time I asked her to do something like this it ended very well for everyone involved.

Saul goes to Germany to say exactly this and Doug and Jim look at him like he’s basically crazy, which he is. But Carrie is all in, but she’s still basically crazy too.

MEANWHILE, Max is also en route to Afghanistan for a mission. That’s right, Max gets his own band of hot Marines this year too! At least one of them looks like he would have been on Friday Night Lights 10 years ago. Mr. FNL thinks the mission is bullshit because it’s very dangerous and he has no idea what’s going on. That makes two of us, Mr. FNL! Also there is a hat.

The next day Carrie is in Kabul, being very Cool Girl with Mike Dunne (good lord I wish his name was Nick Dunne just for funsies), the Kabul Chief of Station. He introduces her to Jenna, who is…. both deer-in-headlights and also trying desperately to be Cool Girl too? This CIA culture is toxic. There is a glorious scene where Jenna is taking Carrie to her room and Carrie is forced to be in an elevator with her and is this the first time Carrie’s been alone with another woman who’s not a blood relative in years? Carrie’s annoyance is palpable. She tells Jenna to stop whining and stop taking no for an answer. The Carrie Mathison way™!

Tasneem smokes a cigarette while waiting for Saul, and it is glorious. I actually screamed! Saul apologizes for his earlier comments blaming her for Americans dying in the Islamabad embassy attack. In true Saul fashion, he uses this as a segue to accuse her of tanking the current peace talks, implying that he needs an “adult” at the table and GOD WHY DON’T YOU JUST WANT PEACE?? Tasneem is like, HOLD UP!!! You left the region when the USSR left, then you came roaring back after 9/11. Also, we fucking live here! We know that if the US leaves now, the Afghan state—WHICH BY THE WAY YOU BUILT—will collapse and the country will enter into a civil war, and all of this is not PEACEFUL the last time I checked. Saul just kind of stares at her, because she’s actually right and he knows it.

Cut to Carrie, doing all of her most “old school” spy tricks, including: something with a dial tone that this millennial does not understand, dressing up as someone else, flicking on lights as some sort of code, exiting through the kitchen, and riding a dusty motorcycle. I know it was a stunt double but Carrie just revealing her ability to ride a motorcycle after 8 years is thrilling. It’s like when she showed up in Tehran in season three with different hair and spoke French fluently.

She goes to meet an old asset, who drives her to meet another old asset, who it turns out is dead. Killed five months ago for being a traitor to the Americans. Carrie has another anxiety attack (episode count: 2) as it dawns on her that she probably gave up his name in the Russian prison.

Back on the Afghan mountains, we finally learn just what the hell Max is doing. It involves a decoy rock that has some sort of computer or listening device under it. Apparently they have no way to tap into Haqqani’s phone and Max is gonna save the day and get that fixed. We have to stan.

Carrie gets back to her hotel room and Mike Dunne is waiting for her, very concerned dad. Doesn’t Mike know Carrie already has a fake dad who feigns concern about her well-being? Their conversation goes something like this: 

Mike: don’t give me that ask for forgiveness, not permission crap!  Carrie: lmao dude, I don’t need your permission. I am here because Saul asked me, no one even knows who you are.  Mike: we have THREE TEAMS looking for you.  Carrie: I could not give fewer fucks.  Mike: ...  Carrie: ...But, by the way, how real is Russian/Taliban cooperation? Like… do they share advisors… or what about intelligence? Say, intelligence given up by former CIA officers while in a Russian prison?

Oh, she leaves that last part out. I’m struck here both by how bad of a liar Carrie is and also how good of a liar she is. She brings up Russia for some unknown reason (doesn’t she know that looks really shady?) and then nods her head, does the “oh, I see” routine, eyes darting… but then comes up with a perfectly believable cover story. There is a strange moment where Carrie and Mike Dunne both sort of agree to drop it and I don’t know why but I had this palpable feeling that there is way more to this relationship from pre-season four days (I guess that means there was a shift from concerned dad to ... something else). After he leaves, Carrie has another panic attack (episode count: 3).

Max and Mr. FNL and the rest of the crew have finally made their way back down the mountain but the hardest part remains. There is an excruciating sequence where, one by one, they make their way across this exposed field. Eventually the Taliban fighters do see them. There are gunshots but somehow, miraculously, they all make it out alive. Mr. FNL says Max is their “frosted lucky charm” and Max only stares at them because the mission? It was actually a success. They’re all up in Haqqani’s comms now.

The next morning, Carrie and Jenna are at the meeting to see G'ulom. Jenna—unwisely!—asks if Carrie is ok. She knows from Mike she was out late last night. Carrie gives a terse “I’m fine” before mentioning, oh by the way you know you’re just gonna wait outside of this meeting like a silly chaperone, right? Did Mike tell you that too? 

Again, she doesn’t actually say this, it’s just coded Carrie language, dripping with passive aggression. I suppose when you’re brought up in a toxic, misogynist work culture, you’re probably trained to believe that every woman who is nice to you just wants something from you. (And Carrie may be right but my God is it amusing/depressing to see Jenna, dejected, plop herself down and sit silently with her hands in her lap.)

Carrie paces and does her trademark Brody finger tapping outside G’ulom’s office… when out walks a Russian delegation. Including one Mr. Yevgeny Gromov. WHO LITERALLY WINKS AT HER. I have to say I find Costa Ronin extremely hot, 75% of that attraction being that he wears a turtleneck 50% of the time. 

His presence sparks a memory in Carrie: he was the one she implored to stay in the Russian prison, to not leave her here (was this a shock to anyone else, or just Carrie). She goes all wide-eyed, starts breathing heavily, and has her fourth panic attack of the episode. Cut to black.

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Cold Iced Americano - 02

Pairing: Yoongi | Reader Genre: underground rapper yoongi | fluff | angst | smut | humor Word Count: 28k

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Warnings: again, sarcasm and humor. Oral sex. Explicit sex. Language. Yoongi rapping Never Mind and sending our wigs flying out of the window.

A/N: this is the second part ashdjkags it’s a monster! It’s the longest part out of all them, I swear. Enjoy!

During summer you kept contact with Max, Seulgi and the boys, texting non-stop through the group chat or facetiming Max and Seulgi. But you had been away visiting your family, and you hadn’t seen any of them. Facetiming and texting weren’t the same as having a conversation face to face.

So, to say that you weren’t excited that September night, would be an understatement.

You happily knocked on the door of Taehyung’s apartment and waited for it to open, playing with the pan that contained the carrot cake you had baked that morning in your hands.

As you were bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet, the door opened and all you saw was a fluffy ball of hair being shoved in your face.

“O-oh, whoa,” you laughed, trying to hold the pan with both hands so it wouldn’t fall. “What’s this?”

You took a step back so your eyes could focus properly on the unidentified object that had been shoved right in front of them

“This? This is Yeontan,” the deep voice of Taehyung said from behind that fluffy ball of hair.

Finally, you could see properly the image in front of you.

There he was, Taehyung with one of his most radiant smiles, all honey skin and soft curls and boxy smile, his eyes glistening as he held his new puppy in front of you. He looked like Rafiki showing Simba to the entire savannah.

“Aww!” you couldn’t help but exclaim, seeing the cute puppy in front of you. “Hi, Yeontan! Here, grab it.”

You handed out the pan to Taehyung as he put the dog in your arms. Immediately, the puppy started licking your cheeks happily as he wiggled his tail.

“Oh, hey buddy,” you said, putting one of those obnoxious and high-pitched voices people usually put when they’re talking to a puppy. “How are you? Nice to meet you!”

“He’s my son!” Taehyung clapped, observing with a proud look how his ‘son’ showed you all his love.

“Well, he’s a beautiful and precious son, isn’t he?” you cooed, cradling the puppy in your arms and looking at him with adoring eyes. “He’s the cutest.”

“Yeah, he is,” Taehyung said while looking at you two, almost drooling at how cute you looked giving small kisses to Yeontan.

“Who is it –“ another voice said from behind Taehyung, its owner hidden behind the tall form of the boy. “Oh my God! Y/N!”

Seulgi appeared from behind Taehyung and, ignoring the puppy in your arms, engulfed you in a tight hug. The dog squealed a bit, feeling the pressure of both your chest asphyxiating him.

“Of course it’s you, who else would stay here petting some dog instead of coming inside to greet the friends they hadn’t seen in two months?!” Seulgi said as she tightened his hold over your body.

You laughed and tried to save the puppy from Seulgi’s sudden supernatural strength.

“Ahh…” you laughed. “I can’t breathe.”

“My son!” Taehyung screamed at the same time, horrified by the soft barks of the dog. “You’re gonna kill him.”

Taehyung’s big hands held Seulgi’s shoulders and quickly pulled her away from you and away from his precious son.

Taehyung then glared at Seulgi after placing the pan with your carrot cake back in your hands and disappeared inside the apartment petting the puppy and kissing his little nose.

“Did they hurt you? Did aunty Seulgi nearly kill you?” he pouted into the dog’s ear.

When you averted your eyes from Taehyung, Seulgi was still looking at him with her nose scrunched up.

“I’ve never seen something like this before,” she grumbled.

“I missed you too,” you said, raising your brows as you waited for Seulgi to stop grumbling.

She widened her eyes as she heard your words and hugged you back.

“Me too! I’ve missed you a lot,” she nearly screamed in your ear, making you wince. But, despite that, you smiled and hugged her tightly.

You broke the hug to take a good look at her.

“Uhh, girl, your skin is tanned, glowing and you look… Happy? Are you in love? With a certain Park Jim–hmpf.”

You couldn’t finish Jimin’s name, because as soon as you started to articulate the word, Seulgi clasped her hand over your mouth.

“Shut up,” she growled, whispering through clenched teeth.

“Hmpf…” you tried to say, impossible mission with Seulgi’s hand covering your lips.

From what you knew – or what Seulgi had told you – she and Jimin had seen each other during summer a couple of times, nothing too serious, just the regular hook up. But something in the way her eyes glinted through the screen of your phone, miles away from you as you spoke via FaceTime, told you Park Jimin meant more than just a hook-up for Kang Seulgi.

“You-Know-Who is in here, so you better not mention him and I in the same sentence or I’ll kill you. Understood?”

You nodded, trying to stop yourself from laughing at how your friend’s cheeks had reddened, and her pupils had dilated in pure fear.

“Y/N!” Max appeared, shouting as she ran towards the both of you making Seulgi take her hands off of you.

She threw a last warning glare your way before letting you hug Max.

Taehyung’s apartment smelled just like him, like soft detergent and… Was it dog food? You guessed you would have to get used to the new scent, since Taehyung had a new flatmate. Whatever it was, it smelled like Taehyung, like your friends and you smiled as you realised just how much you had missed.

It wouldn’t be the same as the previous year, for Namjoon and Hoseok had graduated and you wouldn’t see them around campus anymore, Seokjin had opened his restaurant and he would be busy with it, Taehyung and Jimin where in their last year of university and… Well, they probably wouldn’t be too busy, but they should. But despite all that, you were sure you would still be close.

“Hey!” you greeted everyone as you walked down the small corridor and entered the living room, where everyone was seated around the place, some on the couch, others on Taehyung’s strange pouffes dispersed across the room.

“Y/N!” they all shouted in unison.

You suddenly were engulfed in a big hug, arms surrounding you everywhere, some tickling you and making you laugh.

They all looked the same, and as you hugged each one of them individually, you couldn’t help but start feeling at home once again.

“Joon,” you said, smiling as Namjoon surrounded your waist with his arms.

Out of all the boys, Namjoon was the one you had bonded with the most. You loved them all, but Namjoon was special to you. From day one, you two had perfectly clicked together. You could have any conversation with him, he listened to everything you had to say, he made you laugh when you needed it the most and he laughed at your stupid jokes. You sometimes thought that what was between you two was more than platonic, but then you would remember his cute dimples and the thought would disappear. He was like a big brother to you.

“I see you haven’t changed at all,” he smirked, breaking the hug and taking a step back so he could look at you properly.

“It’s only been two months,” you laughed.

Speaking about changes… After you greeted Namjoon, you approached the coffee table to grab a drink, your eyes landing on a figure that was slumped on the couch.

There he was, Min Yoongi, looking less like Min Yoongi and more like Wednesday Addams with blonde hair. You frowned at the drastic change, Min Yoongi’s previous black hair now an almost white-ish colour that blended perfectly with his pale skin but contrasted harshly against his black clothes.

He hadn’t greeted you and was immersed – as always – on his phone. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being left alone and in peace.

“Nice hair,” you said, making his attention snap from the screen of his phone to you. He scowled. “Sunbathed so much the sun ate away all the colour from your hair?”

You knew the last thing Yoongi had been doing that summer had been sunbathing, his skin as pale as milk.

“It’s called bleach, buy yourself a dictionary,” he snapped back.

“No thanks, I’m not interested in bleach, I’m not planning on frying my hair and becoming bald for now, but maybe I’ll think about it in the future.”

“Good, then do me a favour and buy a nice and big beanie to cover your bald head, and face too, I wouldn’t like to see you and die from a heart attack.”

“Ah…” you said, faking your best smile as you brought a hand to your chest. “How generous of you. Thanks, I know I could pull off any look, even the bald one, but saying it would cause you a heart attack… That’s a huge compliment.”

“It wouldn’t be a good heart attack,” he said in a mocking tone. “It would be the kind of heart attack that makes you want to puke your heart and then throw it in the bin so you can rest in peace.”

“Whoa, is that a new kind of heart attack?” you ironically said. “I’ve never heard of it, must be terrible…”

“Tell me about it, I suffer it every time I see you,” he bitterly answered.

You smirked, grabbing yourself a plastic cup from the table and pouring some lemonade on it. You were letting go of the small bickering from now, not wanting to waste your entire night on him when you could be catching up with your friends. From the relieved sighs of the people that surrounded you, they were also grateful you wouldn’t be wasting your night like that.

Soon, all of you were distributed in between Taehyung’s couch, the floor and a pair of pouffes he owned. Yeontan sat happily in your lap as you petted his small ears.

You felt at home once again, surrounded by the people you loved. The thought of you almost hating all of them just a year ago making you laugh.

“So, how’s the life of a graduated man?” you asked Namjoon, watching him pouring another drink for himself.

He shrugged, smiling a bit. “Hmm… I would say it’s cool, interesting… But it’s as boring as it has always been for me.”

You raised your eyebrows.

“I don’t believe you, finishing your career and becoming an adult should be fun.”

“Well, when you’re Kim Namjoon, it isn’t.”

You snickered. “I’m sure you’re hiding something… Or should I say someone?”

At that, Namjoon started coughing, the sip he had taken of his drink going down the wrong path.

“Oh my God!” you started clapping happily, jumping on the couch repeatedly. “I hit the nail on the head! You’re seeing someone!”

“Lower your voice, would you?” Namjoon said through clenched teeth, grabbing you from your shoulders to stop you from jumping.

“Okay,” you repeated, now in a whisper. “You’re seeing someone.”

Namjoon tried to hide his smile, but it was impossible when it came to you.

“Shh,” he silenced you. “I haven’t told anyone yet, and I’m not sure I want to tell anyone until I see where it’s going.”

“Omg, yass,” you kept squealing, placing your hand over your mouth to prevent you from screaming out of happiness. “Who is she? What’s her name? How did you meet her? How is she like?! Does she know you have a ridiculously huge collection of Ryan bears? Have you already gone on a date?!”

“Oh Gosh, what’s this? An interrogatory?”

You arched a brow, teasing him. “Do you want it to be? Because I can – “

“No, no, don’t interrogate me now, please,” he said, looking around him and making sure no one was paying attention to the two of you. “I’ll tell you everything, just don’t squeal.”

You nodded and were about to say that you would stay calm when Hoseok’s voice interrupted you.

“Hey! Everyone! Stop what you’re doing and listen to me!” he said, standing up and dragging a very-ashamed-looking Yoongi with him.

You observed Yoongi fulminating Hoseok with his gaze and had to bite your lip to stop you from laughing, having been in the receiving end of Yoongi’s glares many times before.

“Yoongi has something important to tell you,” Hoseok kept saying, ignoring Yoongi and his glares.

After patting Yoongi’s back and whispering a ‘you’ll thank me later’, he took a seat on the couch.

“Err…” Yoongi mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

He threw a glance towards you out of the corner of his eye and you answered arching your brow. Yoongi was not the shy type – more on the quiet side – so you didn’t understand why he was behaving like that all of the sudden.

“I finally decided to sign un for this year’s Verse Battle,” he said after a few seconds.

All of the sudden, all the boys stood up from their respective seats, clapping and cheering loudly. Yeontan, scared, jumped on your lap and hid behind your arms.

Yoongi disappeared from your visual field, surrounded by all other six boys, patting his back and shouting his name.

When they were satisfied with their strange celebration, they let Yoongi breathe and walked back to their seats, leaving a flustered Yoongi staying in the middle of Taehyung’s living room. He ruffled his already messy hair and sat back on his seat on the couch, next to Hoseok.

“Whoa, that’s great Yoongi,” Seulgi said before you could ask Namjoon what the heck had that been. “But, what was all that fuss about?”

Jimin placed his hand on Seulgi’s thigh and your eyes widened.

“We’ve been trying to convince Yoongi to sign up for the yearly rap battle held in Verse for years,” Jimin explained.

“Talent scouts from different records attend the rap battles and sometimes sign contracts with the underground rappers,” Hoseok continued, nodding his head.

“Oh my God!” Max clapped, smiling at Yoongi. “But that’s great! Why have you never signed up before?”

Yoongi shrugged. “Those things are bullshit. Yeah, sure, talent scouts go there and all that, but all those rappers do when they sign those contracts is lose their essence. I don’t want that to happen to me.”

“So why are you signing up now?” you asked, not being able to stop yourself.

Yoongi glared your way. “Because I want to,” he spat.

You narrowed your eyes but didn’t press it any further.

“It’s because he’s tired of hearing us blabbering about the annual rap battles and all that,” Hoseok joked, elbowing Yoongi on the side. “He just wants us to shut up.”

“That’s another plus, not gonna lie,” Yoongi said.

“I’m so glad you finally signed up for that, man,” Namjoon said. “You’ll make it big, I can already feel it.”

“Sure,” Yoongi chuckled sarcastically.

“Hey, we’re not joking! I have a feeling that something big is going to happen to you, Yoongs,” Seulgi smiled at him. “And I’m usually right with my feelings, trust me.”

You caught glimpse of a soft blush spreading through Yoongi’s cheeks before he could lower his head and hide it from everyone. You would have thought it was a cute reaction, had it not been for the person who was having that reaction. He was Min Yoongi, and he was everything but cute… At least to you.

Yoongi smiled a bit and lifted his eyes to stare at Seulgi.

“When’s the first battle?” Max asked.

“In two weeks, Friday night at Verse,” Yoongi said, taking a sip from his beer. “You’re all invited.”

He looked all around Taehyung’s living room, staring at each person. But once his eyes landed on you, his expression hardened.

“Well, not all,” he added, shrugging and looking away from you.

You didn’t know why, nor did you know how, but his words hurt you. It hurt you that he always excluded you from the group, making you feel lonely and uncomfortable, sometimes even unwanted, as if you weren’t welcomed in the group. You wished you knew why he hated you so much, because you couldn’t believe someone would hate other person just because they spilled their iced americano by accident. And, no matter how many times you had repeated yourself that you didn’t care, you did care, because you had seen him interacting with the others and he wasn’t that bad. He was just that way with you.

Not wanting to show anyone how you were feeling, and how much his behaviour affected you, you did what you usually did, what you knew how to do best. You took a deep breath and, as you rolled your eyes, you answered back.

“Nor that I wanted to,” you spat. “Thank God you said it, I didn’t want to seem rude when I didn’t show up at Verse to watch that stupid rap battle.”

He snickered, but kept his gaze away from you.

“Y/N…” Seulgi warned you.

“What?” you turned to look at her. “It’s the truth. Those things are all bullshit, he was right. If he thinks that he will get some stupid contract with a super big and famous record brand in that place, singing songs about loyalty, power and money, then he’s just as stupid as the rap battles themselves.”

“Y/N!” Seulgi exclaimed.

“You’re not the most suitable person to talk about bullshit and stupidity,” Yoongi spat, not being able to contain himself anymore. “Or have you forgotten that you’re studying something your mom wants you to study instead of following your stupid dream of being a writer?”

Your eyes narrowed at his words until they formed two small slits and you could swear your heart stopped for a second, your face turning pale and all your blood rushing to your feet. How could he be so cruel?

“Yoongi,” Namjoon said, trying to stop the imminent fight.

“What?” he asked, eyes still focused on yours. “It’s the truth.”

“Hey!” Taehyung chimed in, trying to avert the conversation to another topic. “Who wants to play Mario Kart?”

“Me!” Jungkook and the rest started to exclaim, happy that Taehyung had given them a way out of that conversation.

You and Yoongi kept staring at each other, though, defying one another. In a passive-aggressive silence, you focused your eyes on his black, small ones, as sharp and fierce as him.

Eventually, you scoffed and, shaking your head, turned your eyes away from him. It was not likely of you to refuse playing Mario Kart, but you spent the rest of the night sitting on the couch with your arms crossed and your lips pursed. Just like Yoongi.

. . .

True to your words, you didn’t show up at Yoongi’s first show at the Rap Battle at Verse.

You were bitter, bitter over his words and his behavior towards you. It’s true that you weren’t the nicest person on Earth towards him either, but you had tried to be his friend at the beginning.

Maybe you and Min Yoongi were never meant to be friends from the beginning.

But, despite your bitterness and Yoongi’s rap battles, life carried on, and time went by in a blur of exams, group expositions in class and visits to different museums. You heard from your friends that Yoongi was doing good at the rap battles. It wasn’t shocking to you, he was really good at it.

Some Friday nights, while sitting on the bed of your dorm and eating cheesecake ice cream, knowing that the rest of your friends were at Verse supporting Yoongi, you doubted if you should dress yourself up and just go. Grab a taxi and tell the driver to drive you to Verse. Just to stand at the back of the old bar and watch him, hear him. It had been such a long time since you had last seen Yoongi rap that you didn’t even remember how he looked on stage, how he sounded.

You yearned to remember all that.

But then, you remembered that you should keep your head held high. He didn’t want you there supporting him, nor did he want you there watching him like a creep from the back of the bar.

No, it wouldn’t be a good idea, so you just stayed at home and let the weeks pass.

You had just handed out your essay on The Court of the Lions at the Alhambra of Granada for your Islamic Art class, which meant one thing: Christmas Holidays. You couldn’t help but smile as you walked through the corridors of the Arts building. You were a free woman, all the time in the world just for yourself.

You were walking through the corridors of the – almost – empty Arts building with a stupid smile on your face. You had left your headphones at the dorm that morning, too engrossed in your essay to care, and it was rare to find you walking alone without music on. But, somehow, that morning you were enjoying the quietness of campus.

Everything was deserted, so calm and clean.

It was when you stepped into the main corridor of the building, when you heard sounds coming from the assembly hall of the building.

If you had been wearing your headphones, peacefully minding your own business and listening to music, you wouldn’t have cared. But it was all so quiet that you were curious about that melodic sound.

The more you approached the half-closed door of the assembly hall, the more those sounds started morphing into music. Piano. Someone was playing the piano.

When you reached the door, you stayed behind it, eyes closed as you let the tranquil melody carry you away. You didn’t know who was playing, but it sounded beautiful. You were sure it was Ludovico Einaudi, no one could make such soft and paused melodies.

Una Mattina.

You slowly opened the door of the assembly hall and walked inside it, taking a seat on one of the theatre seats at the back of the room. The people who were on top of the scenario wouldn’t be able to see you from there.

It was when you were thinking if it would look creepy observing them from afar, when you noticed something.

You knew the person who was playing the piano.

You knew that blonde, nearly white, hair. That black leather jacket and pale skin, that slumped and small frame.

You had to blink a few times to let yourself sink it all in.

Yeah, it was Min Yoongi who was playing the piano, who was playing Una Mattina in such a delicate way. Yes. Min Yoongi. The same boy who rapped one Friday night per month at some shitty bar. The same boy whose words sounded like a slap in your face when he rapped them on top of a scenario. The same boy who was rude and harsh and brutal. The same boy drove you up the wall each time you met. The same boy who liked bitter iced americano. The same boy who listened to Kendrick Lamar through his headphones so loud that you were sure his eardrums would explode at any moment.

Your eyes wide, you watched Yoongi’s back raising and falling each time he travelled across the piano keys to make another note.

The girl sitting by his side was observing his every move, so quiet and still that it looked like she was afraid of missing a single detail.

The notes travelled across the assembly hall and reached your ears, creating a weird feeling in your body. It made you feel at peace, at home. The way Min Yoongi played the piano tasted like one of your chai tea lattes, with lots of cinnamon and brown sugar. It sounded like Billie Marten’s voice, like rain in a Sunday morning. It sounded like everything you had ever wished.

It was pure magic.

You don’t know if you stayed there observing him play the piano for ten minutes or twelve hours. It could have easily been twelve hours, for you were so mesmerized that the passing of time didn’t exist for you anymore.

Suddenly the music stopped and Una Mattina came to an end.

“Whoa,” you heard the girl say. She was breathless, just like you.

Yoongi smiled at her shyly.

“Have you now seen what I told you?” he began to say. “You have to let your body travel with the music, almost as if your whole body followed your fingers.”

“But I can’t do that, I’m too focused on the melody and reaching every note.”

You could see Yoongi shaking his head, his mass of white hair dancing in the air.

“Anyone could ace any partiture, reach every note, but not everyone can reach the audience. And people don’t pay to listen to music, believe me, they pay to watch a spectacle,” his voice was soft and relaxed, just like his posture. “They want you to blend in with the music. If they just wanted to hear a perfect melody, they would play the song on Spotify at their houses.”

A short pause filled the assembly hall, Yoongi and the girl just staring at each other. Your cheeks reddening out of the sudden, feeling as if you were witnessing something too intimate, something you shouldn’t be witnessing.

You started gathering your things trying not to make any noise.

“I wish I could be as talented as you are…” the girl sighed.

You heard Yoongi laugh softly and he stood up from the small bench placed in front of the grand piano. He grabbed his partitures and fixed his hair.

“I wasn’t born with it, I worked hard for it,” he shrugged. “If you work hard, you’ll make it far one day.”

You stood up from your seat and, quietly, made your way towards the main door. Fuck, if someone saw you like that, crouched down and trying to sneak out of the assembly hall where the boy you despised was being all nice and kind to some girl, your reputation would be in the trash can right next to Oscar from Sesame Street.

“That’s been all for today,” Yoongi said. “Work in the partiture I’ve given you during the holidays. When we come back, I want to hear passion, nor notes.”

In a quick movement, you opened the door and ran out of that place. You were sure they had heard you, but at least no one had seen you.

It wasn’t until you were out of campus and entering your dorm, that you relaxed. You knew Yoongi worked as a particular music teacher at university for those who needed some extra classes about music theory and technique, but you didn’t know… Fuck, you didn’t know he was that kind of teacher. The one that touched you deep and taught you lessons about life. You had pictured him as the typical bitter teacher. But that… Fuck.

You guessed Min Yoongi was only nice when it came to his number one passion: music.

. . .

Your black bomber jacket was doing nothing against the cold wind that blew through the streets of the city that night, so you walked faster towards the entrance of the restaurant after you hopped off the bus.

Hands in the pockets of the jacket, you walked inside the small Japanese restaurant called Ninja.

You had been there a couple of times before, with Max and Seulgi. The man who owned the place was a friend of Seulgi’s parents, so he always kept a small table unoccupied for the three of you.

That day, he would have to keep more than one table unoccupied.

It had been Seulgi’s idea that the group met for dinner before Christmas Holidays. Seulgi and Max would go home to visit their families. Seokjin would be busy with his restaurant, and Namjoon had some sort of business trip. Hoseok was getting everything ready for the opening of his dance studio after the holidays, and Jimin and Taehyung were going on a roadtrip to Busan. And wel… Yoongi… You didn’t know – nor cared about – what he was going to do.

You, in particular, wanted to save some money because you were planning a trip to Paris with the girls that summer, so you had decided to stay at the dorms and find some part-time job at a Bershka store. You would visit your parents on Christmas Day, but nothing else.

Cinnamon candles all over your dorm room, cozy blankets and The Lord of The Rings marathons… It sounded like the best of plans.

“Did you have a reservation, Miss?” the boy at the entrance of the restaurant said once he saw you standing like that, scanning the place in search of a loud mass of people.

But the restaurant was almost empty, being only eight o’clock in the afternoon. No crowd, no loud group of people, just couples all over the place. Ugh.

“Yeah,” you said.

“Sure,” the boy nodded, opening a small notebook. “Could you tell me the name of the reservation?”

“Seulgi, Kang Seulgi.”

The boy searched in his notebook, his pointer finger travelling across the pages, searching amongst the different names.

“Here it is, Kang Seulgi,” he said after some seconds, staring up at you with a bright smile on his face. “Follow me, please.”

You nodded with your head softly, following the boy around the restaurant after he grabbed two menus from a table.

He led you upstairs, where there was a more private area with cherry blossoms painted on the walls, paper doors separating the different booths and small dark wooden tables.

“Here it is,” the waiter said, opening a paper door for you and letting you in.

“Thank you,” you politely said, entering the small booth.

You had expected your friends to be there already, you had been running a bit late. But it was completely empty.

You frowned when the waiter handed you only two menus and when you saw the dimensions of the booth. It was impossible that the ten of you would enter there.

Nevertheless, you shrugged and took off your shoes, seating on one of the cushions displayed on the floor around the round wooden table. Maybe they didn’t have that many menus and he could only give you two, and the restaurant was small, it wasn’t their fault that you were ten people.

You sent a quick message to the groupchat, telling them that you were already there and that they should be proud of you, you had been the first one to arrive for once. A few minutes passed and no one answered. No one had shown up yet, and all you could do was drink from the glass of water you had ordered and reread the menu for the tenth time.

Finger hovering above Seulgi’s contact, you hear noises behind the paper door. Two figures appeared and you straightened up. Maybe they were starting to arrive.

“Here it is, Miss Kang is already waiting for you inside,” you heard the same waiter that had led you to the booth say.

Miss Kang? What the f –?

The door opened and your eyes met with a pair of dark and sharp ones. You gulped, observing how Min Yoongi took a step inside the booth as the waiter closed the door behind him.

“Has no one else arrived yet?” Yoongi asked, still not taking off his shoes nor his coat.

“No, just me,” you answered, frowning.

You would have answered something a bit more sarcastic, but your mind was too busy thinking about other things.

It was weird, like, really weird, that the two people that always arrived late, had arrived the first ones. It was also weird that Seulgi, Max and Taehyung had read your message in the groupchat and none of them had answered.

You narrowed your eyes.

“The waiter called me Kang Seulgi?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi nodded, taking off his coat and shoes and taking a seat on the opposite side of the room. “Maybe he thought you were the one who had made the reservation.”

“It could be…” you hesitantly said. “But… Something seems a bit off.”

Yoongi shrugged, but you could see he was tense.

“I’ll call Seulgi.”

And you called her. One time, two, three… Nearly five, and she never picked up. Just when you were about to call a sixth time, a notification popped in the middle of the screen of your phone.

It was a message in the groupchat.

Seulgi´s Husband [20:34] sorry guys, I won’t be able to make it tonight :((((

Seulgi’s Husband [20:34] eat some good onigiris for me!

Taeee [20:34] i won’t be able to make it either :((( yeontan is sick

Jinnie [20:35] the restaurant is packed tonight

Jinnie [20:35] can’t leave my associate alone

Seulgs [20:35] it’s also impossible for me

Seulgs [20:35] stomach issues

Maximiliana [20:36] i must have eaten something bad 2 bc i feel like shit

Maximiliana [20:36] i’ll just stay in bed all night long…

Hobi [20:36] i forgot that today the electrician would come to the studio to set the lights :(

Joon [20:37] i forgot that my plane leaves at five in the morning

Joon [20:37] sorry guys, but i need to take some beauty sleep

JK [20:38] busy playing resident evil xo

JK [20:38] can’t leave the story like this, sxrry

“What?” you exclaimed after reading the messages, eyes wide. “I can’t fucking believe this.”

Yoongi frowned at you, taking his phone from the back pocket of his jeans and reading the groupchat. His eyes widened just like yours had done, a thread of curses falling from his lips.

“I’m gonna fucking kill Seulgi,” you said, furiously pressing your finger over her contact and pressing call. “She’s going to hear me.”

“Jimin will pay me for this…” Yoongi said, gritting his teeth as he locked his phone and put it on top of the table.

Unsurprisingly, Seulgi didn’t answer. They were probably at some other bar laughing at how stupid the two of you were and how silly you must look.

“They tricked us,” you scoffed, throwing your phone over the table. “Those bastards… What did Jimin tell you?”

“He called me yesterday saying that Seulgi had planned a nice dinner for the ten of us in here,” he said, his voice as tense as yours. “Said she hadn’t said anything in the groupchat because it had been something spontaneous.”

“Same bullshit Seulgi told me… Those fuckers…”

“I’m going to rip Jimin’s head off, I swear,” Yoongi sighed, combing his hair with his fingers. “Agh.”

You rested your head on your hands, not believing that you had been victim of a treason like that. Your friends had banded together to get you and Min Yoongi alone. You forgave, but you never forgot.

“Well, if this is it,” Yoongi said, breaking the small silence that had filled the booth. “I’m gonna leave now.”

You lifted your eyes to stare at him. And he was even leaving you there on your own! You had been betrayed in every way a person could be betrayed.

You gaped like a fish out of water, staring at Yoongi as he stood up to grab his coat and shoes.

The paper door opened, making you and Yoongi stare at the waiter, who was holding a small notebook in his hands and carrying a soft smile on his face. Yoongi stilled, stopping his movements.

“Do you know your orders already?” the waiter asked.

You just stared at him, in complete silence. Yoongi did the same.

“Oh, fuck it,” you heard him mumble before throwing his coat and shoes to the ground once again and plopping down on one of the cushions. “I’d like a bottle of wine.”

The waiter nodded, a bit taken aback by the weird atmosphere.

“What kind?”

“Red,” Yoongi said. “The biggest bottle you have.”

The waiter then looked at you, as if waiting for your answer.

“Er…” you stuttered, mind completely blank. “I’m good with my bottle of water for now, thanks.”

The boy nodded and disappeared, closing the paper door behind his back.

“You’re going to stay?” you asked.

Yoongi stared at you.

“Not because of you,” he scoffed. “After coming here, with the effort of bringing the car and all that, I better make the most out of it. At least I’ll drink some wine.”

You scoffed back and took a sip from your glass of water. It was surrealistic. All of it.

You were sitting in a beautiful Japanese restaurant with fucking Min Yoongi right in front of you, it was one of your worst nightmares become true.

After some awkward minutes in silence, the waiter reappeared with Yoongi’s bottle of red wine.

“Thanks,” he mumbled under his breath, the waiter disappearing once again.

You watched Yoongi pour some wine inside his glass.

“You want some?” he asked, briefly looking up at you.

“No thanks, I’d rather stay sober tonight.”

“Well, I’d rather not,” he mumbled once again, taking a long sip from his glass afterwards.

You rolled your eyes, sighing loudly. You could just stand up and go… So why weren’t you doing just so?

You opened the menu once again and started reading it… For the hundredth time? If he was going to make the most out of it, you would too.

“I think I’ll have some tuna onigiris and miso ramen,” you said.

You wanted to say it to yourself, but instead, you said it out loud.

“You’re going to eat?”

“Are you planning on staying here and just drinking wine? I’m willing to make the most out of this too.”

As if to emphasize your words, you closed the menu and leaned back. He just stared at you, his glass of red wine still resting on his right hand.

“How do we call the waiter? Do I have to open the door and shout or something?”

Yoongi looked incredulous after hearing your words.

“You’ve never come here before?” he asked.

“Yeah, but I’ve never been in a booth.”

Yoongi raised his brows and pointed at a small red button in the middle of the round table.

“You just have to press that button.”

“And he will come?”

“That’s how it worked the last time I came here.”

You shrugged and pressed the red button. A few minutes later, the waiter appeared with his small notebook in his hands.

“I’ll have the miso ramen and tuna onigiris.”

He nodded, writing down your order in his notebook.

“Same for me, please,” Yoongi said out of nowhere, handing the waiter both of your menus.

The waiter nodded again and retired with a soft bow.

“What?” Yoongi snapped once he caught you staring at him. “I have to eat to counteract the effect of the wine.”

“Didn’t you say you didn’t want to stay sober tonight?” you frowned.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he shrugged. “If I can’t put up with you sober, imagine drunk. I’m a pessimistic drunk, by the way.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically. “You’re a pessimistic person in general, not just when drunk.”

“Hmm… True.”

You shook your head. “And you don’t get tired of it? Of always seeing the bad side of things?”

“There’s only one side of things, and that’s the side I see, simple as that.”

You scoffed. “What a shitty perspective of life, then.”

“Do you have a better one?”

“I don’t have a specific perspective of life to be honest, I just see how things are as I go.”

“That’s also really shitty.”

“But is better than yours,” you snapped back.

“Maybe… To you.”

You let out a deep breath. “I don’t even know why I stayed here. The miso ramen better be delicious tonight.”

“Pretty mediocre,” Yoongi said, shaking his head. “I know a place where the ramen is way better, and cheaper. But of course, someone like you would prefer a beautiful place than serves mediocre food than a mediocre place that serves wonderful food.”

“Someone like me? It’s Seulgi who made the reservations.”

“Yeah, but I don’t care about that. Did I ask you who made the reservations?”

“You’re an asshole.”

“I am.”

Luckily, your food arrived before you could rip each other’s heads off. The ramen was mediocre, just like Yoongi had said, but you shut up your mouth like a big girl and continued eating.

Halfway during dinner, you finished your glass of water. Seeing Yoongi’s cheeks so red was making you envious, and suddenly, you wanted to drink some wine too and feel drunk and forget about the fucking horrendous situation you were in.

Without saying anything you reached across the table and grabbed the bottle of wine, pouring some in your glass and drinking it all almost immediately. Yoongi stared at you in silence.

Glass after glass, you started to feel your back relaxing and your mood clearing.

“Fuck, this wine’s good,” you said, taking another sip after swallowing the bite of onigiri you had in your mouth.

Yoongi had been staring at you most of the time, the same incredulous expression on his face. His ramen was now cold in its bowl, and his tuna onigiri had been forgotten.

“It sure is good, it costs one hundred the bottle.”

You spit the sip of wine that was in your mouth. Luckily it landed inside the bowl of ramen.

“One hundred?! What the fuck?” you frowned.

Yoongi looked grossed out by what you had just done, staring at your bowl of ramen with a disgusted expression on his face.

“I drink only the best.”

“But weren’t you a poor piano teacher by day and underground rapper by night? Are you also a drug lord like Pablo Escobar or something? There’s no way a normal person can afford a bottle of wine that costs one hundred bucks.”

Yoongi shrugged. “I’d rather spend one hundred in a bottle of good wine that spend them in shitty things that I don’t need.”

You raised your brows. “Oh wow.”

After some seconds in silence, you spoke again. Fuck, you should have ordered another bottle of water instead of drinking from that expensive as fuck bottle of wine.

“But, don’t you think it’s a bit stupid that you’re paying one hundred bucks for some grapes smashed in a random barrel? I don’t know, I think it’s a bit gross… I even saw there are places where they smash grapes with their feet. Ew!”

“If it’s so gross, stop drinking it.”

“We could catch some papilloma. Imagine it, some huge Spanish guy walking inside a barrel full of grapes, barefoot as his feet smash the grapes.”

“You know that wine stopped being made like that hundreds of years ago, don’t you? Now the one that smashes grapes is a machine.”

“So, you’re paying one hundred bucks to drink some grapes smashed by a machine.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “I’m only paying fifty if you continue drinking from my bottle.”

“I only have thirty bucks, so unless you want to run away from here without paying, you’ll have to pay for it. Besides, if I had known it costed that much, I would have never drunk from it in the first place.”

Yoongi scoffed, but said nothing. You removed your remaining noodles with your chopsticks, suddenly bursting out laughing.

“Why are you laughing now?”

You kept laughing, wiping some tears away as your stomach began hurting.

“Because I… Aish… Because…” you couldn’t finish your sentence, more laughs emerging from your throat. “I… Because I’ve just realized I spat a hundred bucks’ wine inside a bowl of fifteen bucks’ ramen.”

After watching Yoongi’s expression of confusion, you started laughing even harder, your left hand coming down on the table to hit it repeatedly.

“You get it? I spat wine that costs a hundred dollars inside a bowl of ramen that costs fifteen! Isn’t it ironical?”

“I got it, yeah, but I don’t see why it’s so funny… Or why it’s funny at all.”

“You never find anything funny!” you exclaimed, still laughing. “You should relax, if you continue being like this you will look like an eighty-year-old man at thirty.”

“I do find things funny, I just don’t when they’re said by you.”

At that, your laughs died down and you turned serious, staring at him with anger in your eyes.

“God,” you sighed. “Do you always have to remind me why you hate me so much? I mean, you could take a break or something.”

You scoffed, looking away from him. Goodbye to the good vibe the wine had settled inside your body.

Yoongi shrugged. “I don’t like taking breaks from things.”

You glared at him. He surely was an idiot.

“No wonder why you’re so bitter all the time…” you mumbled, a frown on your face as you placed your – now empty – glass of wine of top of the table.

Yoongi shrugged, feigning indifference. “That’s just the way I am, you either take or leave it.”

“I don’t think that’s just the way you are,” you said, mocking him. “I think that’s the way you want people to think you are.”

Yoongi stayed silent as you grabbed your small purse and took out your wallet.

“You want us all to think you’re all tough and independent, that you don’t care or get hurt about anything. That stupid ‘underground rapper façade’ – ” you said, making quotation marks with your fingers. “ – with the dark aura, dark clothes and stupid hat covering your face. Pff. Try to sell that bullshit to someone else, Min Yoongi, because I won’t buy it.”

You placed your thirty bucks on top of the table with a harsh movement.

You stopped to think for some seconds. “Okay,” you said after a moment deliberating with yourself. “Maybe you are a bitter asshole, indeed, but that’s not all you are. I know you took time of your days off at work to help Jin with the opening of his restaurant when he was overwhelmed by it. I know you recorded Namjoon’s entire graduation ceremony because you wanted his mother to be able to enjoy it without worrying about the camera. I know you searched for months for a good establishment where Hobi could start his dance academy. I know you’re there for Jimin, Tae or Jungkook whenever they need it, and I know you try to be a good role model for them. I know and I’ve seen a lot of things. Behind all those layers, there’s a kind Min Yoongi that sometimes shows himself to people.”

You had already put on your shoes by the time you finished your small speech.

“They all know those things too, but if the bad things end up outweighing the good ones… They’ll end up getting tired of you and you’ll end up alone. Not that I care, I’m only telling you this because I want to, you know?” you said, hiccupping after the word ‘know’. “I know you don’t want to be my friend, that’s not the point of this, you don’t have to be my friend if you don’t want to. The point is that…”

You looked up at the ceiling, having lost track of your thoughts. Fuck, if Min Yoongi was a pessimistic drunk, then, you were a philosophical drunk.

“Fuck, I don’t know what the point is anymore,” you laughed. You put on your coat and grabbed your purse. “Anyways, you’re an asshole and I’m leaving you and your stupid one hundred bucks’ bottle of wine. Bye.”

You opened the paper door, lifting your chin up and leaving the restaurant with as much dignity as you had entered it.

The night air was chill, and you shivered a bit as you opened the uber app in your phone. Your fingers were a bit numb from the cold, and all the warmth you were feeling inside was because of the five glasses of wine you had drunk.

“Wait!” you heard a voice calling you out of the sudden.

The voice faded amongst the noises of the cars, the night life of the city, the conversations of people passing by.

“Wait!”

You turned around, maybe you had forgotten something at the bar… Or rather someone.

It surprised you a bit to see Min Yoongi trotting towards you, his forehead meeting the light for the first time in ages, the wind blowing his bangs backwards. You frowned, expecting the worst. He surely was running towards you because he wanted to kick you in the shin or something like that.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

Your frown deepened. What the fuck was that question?

“I’m flying to Spain to search the man who made that bottle of wine with his own feet to beat the shit out of him, and to get our money back, where do you think I’m going?” you said, sarcasm dripping from your words.

“Dunno, but you’re drunk and…”

“And I’m going home to sleep it off.”

Yoongi seemed to relax at that, eyes a bit more open and rounder than before. He was letting his guard down even if it was just for a couple of minutes.

“Oh… Well,” he stuttered. And now he was stuttering? Maybe you hadn’t been the one affected by that expensive as fuck wine after all. “I’ll drive you home.”

“What? Thanks but I’ve just called an uber.”

“I’ll drive you for free.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if the headache I’ll have after being in such a reduced space with you will be worth it.”

“You’re a sarcastic drunk or what?”

“No, I’m sarcastic by nature, you would already know that if you had bothered knowing me a bit.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, my car is parked just a few streets from here. Don’t be stubborn.”

“I’m also stubborn by nature so – Ey!”

Yoongi grabbed your upper arm and started dragging you down the street.

“Ey! This is assault!” you protested, trying to scape form his grip. “He’s dragging me against my will.”

“Shut up, someone will think I’m trying to hurt you or something.”

As soon as he saw the devilish glint in your eyes, he rushed you clasp his hands over your mouth, trying to make you shut up.

“Hmff…” you kept saying, not giving up.

“Stop, let me drive you home, okay?” Yoongi said.

“Jai donf wanf fo,” you said, his hands still covering your mouth. “Lef me fo.”

“No.”

He didn’t want to let you go? Okay, you would proceed to plan B.

You stuck out your tongue and licked his palm, making him pull away from you immediately.

“You’re so gross!” he protested, wiping his hand in the front of his jeans.

“What’s wrong with you? You want me to be your friend all of the sudden or what?”

“I don’t want you to be my friend, I just want to carry you to your dorm.”

You stared at him with suspicious eyes.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because I want to, okay? Gosh, you’re so difficult! Can’t you just accept a free ride home like any other normal person would do?”

“What if you just want to jump off the car while it’s still in motion so it crashes against some building and I die?” your eyes still narrowed, you kept staring at him as if analyzing him. “Plus, you’re drunk too.”

“I’m not drunk,” he sighed.

“You drank wine.”

“Yeah, the two glasses you left me.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Alright, I’ll let you carry me home, but on one condition.”

“I’m not even sure if I want to know what that condition is.”

You smirked. “You’re staying here during the holidays, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, then you’ll have to give me a chance. Get to know me. Try to be my friend. If, in the end you discover you don’t want to be my friend because I’m too insufferable and difficult for you, I’ll accept it and stop talking to you until the end of my days. What do you think?”

Yoongi stood still, staring at you as if you had gone mad. Nothing new to be honest.

He seemed to weigh the different options.

“Alright,” he nodded. “But only because I’m sure I’ll end up finding you too insufferable and difficult for me anyways.”

Your smirk widened. “Mhm,” you nodded, stretching out your hand for him to grab it.

“What are you doing now?” he asked, staring at your hand.

“Sealing our deal,” you shrugged. “Without a shake of hands, a deal can’t be sealed.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes but ended up shaking your hand. It felt cold against yours.

“Let’s start again,” you said, still stretching his hand. “From zero. Hello, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.”

Yoongi looked dumbfounded for some seconds until he cleared his throat and pulled his hand away from yours.

“Min Yoongi.”

And just like that, you gave Min Yoongi a second chance and he gave you a first one.

. . .

Turns out, it was Yoongi who contacted you first, asking you if you wanted to grab some coffee. He said he was only asking you because he was bored and needed some coffee in his system, and he didn’t like going to coffee shops in Christmas all alone because the music and atmosphere made him nervous.

You ended up having a hot chocolate while he had his usual iced americano. You never understood his obsession with that beverage or how he always had to drink it with ice even in December.

That first meeting led to another the following day, and that another to other, and just like that, you almost saw each other every single day.

He would either wait for you outside the store, grabbing something for dinner with you after your shift ended. Most of the time, he was silent while you made conversation, talking about anything that would come to your mind. He just nodded or observed you, sometimes he even hummed. You didn’t mind, you could talk for the both of you but it was strange, you had never been one of those people. Yoongi made you one of those people. You guessed he made you comfortable enough to talk all you wanted and more, plus, you had always been a huge hater of awkward silences or couples of people eating in silence and staring at their phones.

Of course, you still argued over the silliest things.

“Of course shrimps can see,” you announced, frowning in disgust as Yoongi ate avidly one of the shrimps that came with his soup. “Why would they have eyes then?”

Yoongi stared at the head of the shrimp he had been eating.

“Dunno, bats have eyes but they don’t see.”

Your frown deepened. “What do bats have to do with shrimps?!”

“They both have eyes and they don’t use them!”

“Shrimps use their eyes!”

“No, they use their tentacles to guide them.”

You rolled your eyes. “They don’t have tentacles, those things in their mouth are hairs and they use them to find a sexual partner with which they can procreate.”

Yoongi’s eyes travelled down towards the shrimp in his hands once again, an expression of disgust in his face.

“Ew,” he gagged, throwing the shrimp on his plate. He had been licking the shrimp’s head and telling you how yummy it was, now it was his turn to feel disgusted.

You laughed at him, wiping away the tears that were falling down your cheeks at how hard you were laughing. It was times like that, when you were laughing at him or something he had done, that he glared at you, biting the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling. You never knew about that last part, though.

It was always like that with Yoongi, but you never got bored of it. On the contrary.

Each day you wanted to see him more and spend more time with him. You blamed it on the friendship, ignoring the ticklish feeling in your lower stomach each time you walked out of the store after a long day and found him waiting for you, back leaning against the store window as he waited for you.

The only two days you didn’t see him during the Christmas holidays were the two days you traveled back home to visit your family.

Neither you, nor Yoongi, expected to find a friend in each other’s biggest enemy. You sometimes wondered what the rest of the group would think after the holidays, how they would react.

“We should act as if this had never happened,” he had told you.

You glared at him. “You only say that because you love playing the grumpy-cat role and you want to keep arguing with me.”

“Touché.”

The both of you had just laughed it off, not giving it a second thought. You hadn’t told Max or Seulgi, and neither had he told the boys. Christmas holidays were coming to an end, but you both wanted to stay in the little bubble you had created during the last two weeks.

. . .

You sprayed some perfume on your neck, your armpits and all over your body, sniffing yourself before shrugging, satisfied.

Not too much, not too little. Perfect.

“And that’s all,” you clapped happily, turning around to stare at Yoongi, who was lying on your bed like a dead amoeba.

You always called him that. Dead amoeba. He hated it.

“C’mon dead amoeba, leave your phone and get that ass moving.”

Yoongi growled at the same time he glared at you.

“Look! You aren’t dead!” you mocked him, grabbing your coat. “Move!”

Yoongi growled again but stood up from your bed and got his own coat. As you climbed down the stairs of your dorm building, you applied some gloss your mother had bought you for Christmas.

“Where did you say you were bringing me?” you muttered, looking at yourself in the reflection of your phone screen.

“I didn’t say I was going to bring you anywhere.”

“It’s New Year’s Eve and we’re going to spend it together, are you telling me you don’t have any plans for the night?”

“We’re going to spend it together because we’re each one’s only option, don’t be so dramatic.”

“Alright,” you said, rolling your eyes. “I’m bringing you to my favorite pizza place, then.”

“No! I’m not eating pizza again this week. If I eat one more slice of pizza, my head will turn into a triangular shape with four cheeses in it.”

You laughed, opening the door of your building for him.

“Amoebas first,” you offered.

He glared at you, but walked out first anyway.

“We can go to a place, though…” Yoongi said, looking hesitantly towards the front.

The streets were almost empty. It was New Year’s Eve after all, everyone was either dressing themselves to go clubbing, or they were already at a party. People like Yoongi and you who were wallflowers and had no party to attend, were either at home or roaming around the streets with nowhere to go.

“Are you sure it will be open?” you asked, letting Yoongi guide you to the place he had suddenly thought about.

“It’s open every single day of the year,” he said, looking back at you. “And I can assure you this because I’ve come here almost every single day of the year.”

“Whoa, your social life is great.”

“Just like yours,” he said, winking at you.

You walked by his side in silence until he stopped right in front of a wooden door. There was yellowish light emerging from it.

Yoongi opened the door, urging you inside. The place was empty, not even waiters to welcome you in. The walls behind the receptionist table were covered in calendars, some of the lunar year, others of the Chinese year… All sorts of decorations filled the table too.

“Over here,” Yoongi said, nodding towards the right.

“But… But what about the waiters?” you asked, almost whispering as if you were somewhere you shouldn’t be.

“They’ll come in a minute.”

The main room was smaller than your dorm, seven tables distributed all over the place with barely a few inches between each one. You took a seat on the table at the back of the room. The wood chairs made a screeching noise as you dragged it across the floor.

“What’s this place?” you asked.

“Do you remember that ramen place I mentioned you when we were at Ninja? The cheap place? This is it.”

You looked around you. So, that was the famous ramen place Yoongi always talked about…

“Maybe it’s closed?”

“How can it be closed?” Yoongi frowned. “We’re inside.”

“Yeah, but there’s no one else, not even waiters.”

“Don’t be impatient, they’re cheap, not fast.”

“Maybe they’re celebrating New Year’s Eve.”

“They don’t celebrate that,” Yoongi shook his head, handing you a menu. “Here, read it.”

Still frowning, you opened the menu and started reading it. After a few moments, a waiter appeared and greeted Yoongi as if the both of them already knew each other.

“I’ll have a wonton soup,” Yoongi said, closing his menu and handing it back to the waiter.

“Hm… And I’ll have the miso soup.”

The waiter nodded, also taking your menu and disappearing once again. Not even music adorned the atmosphere.

“You always have miso soup, don’t you get bored of it?”

“And I always see you, every single day, and I somehow haven’t gotten bored of you yet.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, but smiled nevertheless.

You narrowed your eyes after the waiter placed two soju bottles on the table.

“You had this planned,” you suddenly said.

Yoongi shrugged. “I didn’t.”

You stared at him with that same stare, hoping to make him uncomfortable.

“You can’t lie to me, you planned this.”

“I promised you I would take you to a real ramen place, didn’t I? Well, here we are.”

“Aha!” you exclaimed, pointing at him. “So you admit you had this all planned.”

“Shut up and choose what you’re going to eat.”

A miso ramen, a wonton soup, and more bottles of soju than you can count later, the both of you were walking out of the small restaurant, laughing at you stumbling with the carpet of the hall.

The both of you walked under the clear sky of the 31th of December, stars scattered all over the dark canvas. It was only ten o’clock, two hours left of the year. Your feet dragged you across the empty streets of Seoul, streetlamps looking like small yellow moons that followed you wherever you went.

It was pure silent outside, except for your lulled voices and loud laughs.

Yoongi stopped abruptly in front of a convenience store in the middle of the walk, saying he needed to buy something to eat. As if you hadn’t just had a full dinner. He walked out of the store some minutes later with a bag full of snacks and a bottle of americano coffee in his hands.

“Of course you would buy an iced americano,” you scoffed, starting to walk as you rolled your eyes.

He just laughed, opening the bottle and taking a sip.

Neither of you cared about the hour, nor about the chilly weather, as you both walked alongside the Han River.

The moon reflected itself on the surface of the river, everything so quiet and still that it didn’t look like it was the 31st of December. Everything was quiet beyond the pair of headphones you were sharing with Yoongi, some Kendrick Lamar song sounding through them. You could only hear the beat of the song and the crunching sounds you made each time you took a bite of your cookies, along with some distant voices of drunk people singing and shouting incoherent things.

The both of you ended up siting at the thick stone railing of one of the river’s sides, legs dangling and swinging above the surface of the river.

For a moment, you closed your eyes and let the moment sink in, you wanted it to stay forever with you. That exact same moment, sitting on a cold stone surface in complete silence, feeling the tingling sensation of all the soju you had drunk running through your veins, hummin alongside the song that was playing at that moment. It was cold, but the small warmth you could feel on your right side reminded you of the equally as quiet presence of Yoongi. The moonlight reflecting on your skin made you feel lighter, as if you could just jump out of the railing and dance on top of the water. How were you feeling…? Over the moon?

You heard Yoongi clearing his throat, and your eyes snapped open once he began talking.

“So, what are your wishes for this new year?” he asked, taking another sip from his americano coffee.

“Hmm…” you doubted, eyes travelling up until they arrived to the starry sky. “My wishes…”

You arched a brow and looked at him with a wicked smile on your lips.

“Wait, I can’t tell you what my wishes are for this new year, if I do, they won’t come true.”

“C’mon,” Yoongi said, clicking his tongue. “Tell me just one.”

You kept staring at him with your brow arched, but finally gave up when you saw the exasperation in Yoongi’s face.

“Alright,” you accepted, staring at the sky once again. “I have loads of wishes, to be honest, but there’s one that I really want to work hard to achieve…” you took a deep breath. “I want to be brave.”

Yoongi blinked. “Brave? Brave as in you want to go paragliding or something like that?”

“No, idiot,” you scoffed. “I want to take risks, but not I-want-to-risk-my-life risks. I want to be more spontaneous with my decisions, I want to le myself go, you know? Get out of my comfort zone.”

“Give me an example.”

You let out a shaky breath.

“You remember when I told you I love writing, right? When I said I wanted to be a professional writer and all that. I’m always saying how much I love writing and how much I hate doing something that my mom wants me to do and not something I want to do, but I never do anything to change that. Well, I want to change that. I have some drabbles lying around in my laptop and I want to re-start writing them, maybe even gather the balls and send them to a publishing house or something like that.”

“Why haven’t you done it sooner?”

“Hmm… Fear, laziness… Dunno,” you shrugged. You grabbed some strawberry pockys out of the bag and started munching on them. “I want to change my life but I’m scared of it. I want to change my life but I’m too lazy to do it. I want to open myself to new things, places, people, but I just can’t. But that’s going to change, I swear.”

Yoongi nodded softly.

“The unknown is scary. Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t,” he said.

“Exactly. And what about you?” you said, leaning closer to him to bump his shoulder with yours. “What are your wishes for this new year.”

“Haven’t really thought about them. I just do as I go.”

You rolled your eyes. “You always say that, but it’s impossible you haven’t thought about it, not even once.”

Yoongi clicked his tongue, stealing some pockys from your box.

“I want to win the Verse Rap Battle.”

You laughed, leaning backwards until your back was completely resting on the cold stone and you were lying on the railing.

“Of course you’d say something like that,” you muttered, eyes lost in the thousands of stars that were glancing back at the two of you.

“Well, you said what my wishes where… That was one of them.”

You turned your head so you could stare at him. “So, you’re admitting you’ve been thinking about wishes for this new year.”

“You’re insufferable.”

You laughed even louder at Yoongi’s distress. He looked conflicted, staring at the pockys in his hands.

After a few seconds, Yoongi copied your position and lied back on the railing. You took off your headphones as Yoongi had handed him out to you, keeping them in the pocket of your coat.

“What about Namjoon? Do any of your wishes include him?” Yoongi asked out of nowhere.

“Namjoon?” you asked, frowning. “In my wishes? What the fuck?”

A loud laugh erupted through your throat and broke the silence that surrounded you both.

“Yeah, you know, you get along so well and you’re always together… Maybe you wished something that included him, dunno.”

“Hmm… Now that you mention it, yeah, I wanna wish something about him. I wish he would stop breaking my things. The other day he jumped on my bed and broke one of the bars of my bedframe.”

“Ha, ha,” Yoongi said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “You’re so funny. But I didn’t mean it in a friendly way, I meant it in a more…” he cleared his throat. “Romantic way.”

“Romantic way? Namjoon and I?” you said, incredulously staring at him.

He didn’t meet your eyes, staring up at the sky. You busted out laughing.

“Yes, Namjoon and you,” Yoongi repeated, getting a bit protective. “I see the way you look at him, how he makes you laugh and vise versa, there’s something between you both.”

“Mhm,” you nodded, still laughing at Yoongi’s words. “There’s something between us both, and it’s called friendship.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, exasperated. You stopped laughing once you saw you were trying his patience a bit.

“Alright, being serious now,” you said, clearing your throat. “There’s only a good friendship between Namjoon and I, and I value it too much to fuck it up with some romantic feelings. When I first met him, I had the tiniest of crushes on him, not gonna lie. He was handsome, funny, intelligent, and he treated me so kindly… But then I found some weird as fuck W.I.T.C.H. porn in his laptop one day while we were studying at his apartment and that crush flew out of the window.”

Yoongi couldn’t stop the laugh that had been building inside his chest and he let it out softly.

“He’s a great person and an even better friend, I would do anything to keep that friendship we have, but nothing else. Plus, he’s knowing someone now, a girl from work or something like that.”

“Hey! I didn’t know that!” Yoongi protested.

You sat yourself up once again, your back hurting from resting un such a hard surface. Yoongi followed you.

“How is it that you know about one of my best friend’s love life before I do?”

“Have you ever asked him?” you asked Yoongi.

“No.”

“Well, there you have it then.”

Yoongi clicked his tongue and took a last sip from his coffee. You had already run out of snacks, so you had nothing to keep yourself occupied with.

“I sometimes wish I liked Joon,” you mumbled, the soju speaking for you. Why did you always have to get so intense when you were drunk? “Things would have been easier.”

“How?”

“I would have confessed to him and I know he would have said yes because he has confessed to me that he also had a little crush on me at the beginning. We would have been happy, maybe not at first, but with time… But I didn’t want time to fall in love, I wanted it to happen all of the sudden, I wanted it to just hit me, you know? Bam! One day you’re living your life in peace and the next one you look at that person and you just know you’re in love.”

“That’s utopic and –“  

“Yeah, yeah,” you sighed. “I know. It’s utopic and it looks like I’ve gotten it out of a Tumblr fanfic… But that’s how I think, and that’s how I want to feel. I don’t want to settle down for the first person I think it’s going to be able to love me. I want to love, to lose my mind for someone, do crazy things for someone… Even if in the end all I have is a broken heart and some memories that I’ll end up forgetting about.”

“You’re willing to have your heart broken just to feel… Love?”

“Yeah, I do,” you said, suddenly realizing that, indeed, you were willing to have your heart broken and have your life turned upside down just to feel what love was. “I guess I do.”

Yoongi frowned. How could someone want to suffer just to have a couple of romantic moments with another person?

“And you? Are you willing to suffer in the name of love?” you asked, hitting his shoulder with yours.

“No, of course not,” he said, a disgusted expression on his face as he thought about suffering for another person. “The only living being I’m willing to suffer for, is my brother’s dog.”

You rolled your eyes.

“You think suffering because of love is cool and romantic because you have this idealized idea of it, fanfics and TV series are the ones to blame. But suffering and hurting is not cool, not even for someone you love.”

“You say it as if you’ve experienced something similar.”

“Nah,” he shrugged. “Luckily, I’ve never been in love and I never want to be. Don’t misunderstand me, it’s not that I don’t want to be in love, I just don’t think love exists – at least, not like books and movies picture it. Every person I’ve known that was allegedly in love, ended up suffering because of it. If love is so good and beautiful, why do we have to suffer to feel it? Love is a stupid thing society has created to make us all think that we should find someone to complete us.”

“You don’t think there’s someone out there made for you?” you asked, blinking a few times.

You were not the most romantic person, nor where you a huge fan of it, but you did believe in love.

“No,” Yoongi said, shaking his head. “Made for me? That’s bullshit. We’re all made for ourselves and no one else. Finding someone who wants to share that with you is another thing.”

“Share it with you?”

“Yeah, share our flaws and stand our shit. That ‘my other half’ thing is the biggest bullshit I’ve ever heard. What other half? We’re complete living beings, we don’t need anyone or anything to fill in the gaps that feel empty. If they feel empty, they’ll remain empty all your life, no one will come and suddenly fill them with love and tenderness. Ew.”

You smiled sadly, looking at the water.

“You must think I’m one of those romantic, book enthusiasts, writer wannabes.”

Yoongi shrugged. “Nah, I just think you’re a girl who has read too many fanfics.”

You let out a loud laugh. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. I’ll find out.”

“Yeah, you’ll find out when you’re crying over someone you gave your everything to and ended up throwing it in the trash.”

“Well, I’ll find out then, while grabbing my everything from that trash,” you shrugged. “You wanna know what I think?”

“Go ahead,” he nodded.

“I just think you’re afraid of being vulnerable. Loving means being vulnerable in front of someone, and that is what you despise the most. Of course you’ll get hurt sometime, but it doesn’t always have to end like that. It must be so beautiful to give someone your everything, show them everything, open up to them and have them do the same. Even if I get hurt, I’m willing to try that something.”

“You’re crazy,” he scoffed.

You shrugged. “Nothing we didn’t already know. I’m not afraid of being vulnerable or hurt, you know? I have all my life to close off to people and not trust them, for now, I’ll keep trying. I do think there’s someone out there made for me, to laugh at my stupid jokes and think my flaws are what make me special and unique. Until I find them,” you said, smiling softly. “I’ll keep waiting.”

When you turned your head to look at Yoongi, he was already looking at you, an undecipherable look in his eyes.

As soon as you caught him red handed, he turned his face and looked at the river.

“That’s the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard.”

You were about to laugh at him for being so bitter when the sky lighted up. It was suddenly filled with red and orange colors, gold and blue and green. Sparkles that fell from the sky after a loud ‘boom’.

You stared at your phone.

00:00

“Yoongi!” you shouted, standing up from your seated position and trying to keep your balance on the railing.

“What are you doing?” Yoongi exclaimed, his face lighting up with the reflection of the fireworks. He pulled from the material of your jeans to try and make you sit up again. “You’re gonna fall into the river!”

You could only stare at the fireworks, cascades of multicolored lights. They ascended in straight columns towards the sky and exploded, expanding and growing until they were nothing but dots of light, droplets that fell towards the ground, towards the water of the river. In the reflection of the water, you could also see the fireworks.

You looked at Yoongi, who was still trying to make you sit down.

“Don’t be a party pooper, come here!” you shouted so your voice could be heard above the noise of the fireworks.

“No! I’m not –“

You pulled harshly from his bomber jacket until you were stumbling over the railing, almost falling into the water. Yoongi reacted quickly for once in his life and stood up before you could fall. He grabbed you and prevented you from diving into the cold water of the Han river at 00:05 in the morning.

You clapped happily at the sight of him standing up in the railing and watching the fireworks with you.

“Now it’s the time! Make your wish!” you said in a rush, grabbing his hands and closing your eyes.

“What the f – ?”

“C’mon! Make it before the fireworks end!”

You heard Yoongi sigh, but he ended up relaxing and grabbing your hands back.

There, under the lights of the golden fireworks, you both made your wish for the New Year, fingers intertwined and soft smiles playing on your lips.

“Happy New Year, Yoongs!” you smiled at him once you finished making your wish and opened your eyes.

You watched him do the same and smile softly.

“Happy New Year, Y/N.”

. . .

The change in your relationship with Min Yoongi shocked your friends more than it had shocked you.

As soon as they arrived at Verse the last Friday of January and saw you sitting on one of the leather couches, you could see their eyes widening, their brows furrowing.

“What are you doing here?” Seulgi asked, her being one of the people that displayed a frown over her features.

“Yoongi is rapping tonight,” you simply said, shrugging.

“That’s exactly why we weren’t expecting to see you here tonight,” Max added, emerging from behind Taehyung.

“It’s not that we aren’t happy to see you here,” Taehyung rushed to say, seeing your face. “It’s just that…”

“It’s weird,” Jungkook said.

“Well, here I am,” you simply said.

“What evil plan do you have in mind?” Namjoon laughed, passing an arm over your shoulders and sitting next to you on the couch.

“If you’re planning on throwing tomatoes at Yoongi, please, stop now before it all goes to hell,” Seulgi said, fear in her eyes.

You laughed. “You can relax, I have no tomatoes with me tonight. I just want to enjoy Yoongi’s show. Maybe even cheer him up a bit.”

“Okay, that is weird,” Jimin pointed out.

“Your evil plan, kid, spit it out,” Seokjin demanded, moving his hand in front of your face.

“I’m not planning anything! I swear!” you defended yourself. “All I have are good intentions.”

“You never have good intentions,” Hoseok narrowed his eyes at you. “At least not when it comes to Yoongi.”

You scoffed. “Okay, think whatever you want, I’ll just stay here and enjoy the show while you all pay attention to me in case I suddenly run towards the stage and stab him with a fork.”

Namjoon laughed, pulling you onto his chest.

“Don’t get mad, Y/N,” he said. “It’s just that… The two of you are always arguing and those things, we weren’t expecting this.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, a pout on your lips. Did they really think you could go there just to mess Yoongi’s show? Like, did they really think you were capable of that? Did they really think you were that cruel?

“Hey,” Namjoon called you once everyone had taken their respective seats and stopped paying attention to you. “C’mon, don’t get mad.”

“How do you expect me not to get mad? You think I’m a bad person.”

“Who said that?!” Namjoon exclaimed. “I’ll kill them.”

“You,” you pouted. “All of you think I’m a bad person if you really think I would be able to come here just to fuck Yoongi’s show.”

Namjoon threw his head backwards.

“We don’t think you’re a bad person, alright? It’s just that it’s fucking weird to see you here ready to support Yoongi when just four months ago you swore you would never come to this place to do just that. You can barely stand each other, let alone be kind to each other.”

“Well, if you didn’t want us to be kind to each other and start being friends, you shouldn’t have left us together at a restaurant.”

“Wait,” Namjoon said, seating on the couch with his back straight and eyes wide staring into yours. “This happened because of that stupid restaurant plan Seulgi had?”

“So, it was Seulgi’s idea…” you said, narrowing your eyes towards you friend, who was talking with Jimin absentmindedly. “I’m gonna –“

“It was her idea, but we all followed it. That’s not the main point,” Namjoon grabbed your shoulders, stopping you from committing murder. “This happened because of that night at the restaurant?” he repeated.

You shrugged, freeing yourself of his grip on your shoulders. “Yeah. We just started talking and… Turns out he’s not that much of an asshole.”

“Am I hearing right? Please, repeat it. You don’t think Min Yoongi’s an asshole anymore?”

“No, he still is, but now I can put up with it,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Namjoon let out a victorious scream while leaning backwards on the couch.

“Yeah! I knew it! I knew you would make good friends, you just had to give each other a chance,” he said, almost as if he was talking to himself. “You’re so alike it hurt seeing you argue all the time.”

“Please, don’t say Min Yoongi and I are alike, it’s an offense. I can tolerate him, alright? Just, don’t get your hopes high. Tolerate him, that’s all.”

Namjoon sent you a knowing look, but luckily for you, a woman climbed on stage and stopped him from saying anything else.

Your attention was quickly averted from Namjoon as you stared at the woman and took a sip from your beer.

To say the least, you were a bit nervous. It had been a long time since you had visited Verse, let alone Yoongi rap, and you were expectant, not knowing what to expect or what to feel. You had wanted to see him rap again once again ever since that first time you saw him on stage. His presence was magnetic to you, almost bewitching.

The intro was the same you remembered, same words, same puns, just a different host.

Yoongi was battling against a girl that night. She had the whole bar standing from their seats by the end of the show, and you thought Yoongi had it really difficult as you clapped for the girl, open-mouthed.

“And finally, the one you’ve all been waiting for!” the hostess said. “Suga!”

The people who were standing, kept standing as they cheered loudly for the small boy. The people who were sitting, stood up.

It was not only you who felt the pull towards the underground rapper, but the crowd did too, and it was a true gift that someone could do that in just four minutes with a few words. Yoongi had that gift.

Yoongi, or rather, Suga, appeared on stage. As usual, he was wearing black clothes, a long coat that covered his oversized hoodie. A black cap covered his face as usual, but you could still see his white-ish hair underneath. With his pale skin, he almost looked gotten out of a Tim Burton movie.

He cleared his throat as he waited for the noise of the crowd to disappear.

A beat that sounded like the beating of a heart echoed around the small place. Then, Yoongi’s breathing could be heard. Some seconds passed, everyone in pause mode, waiting.

When Yoongi started spitting out the few first words, the crowd was his. His energy could be felt all around you, vibrating and swirling around the room. His voice powerful, raspy and deep, his presence imposing. You sometimes didn’t even understand what he was saying because of the speed of his voice, but he was talking about something dark, about a bad place he had been in during his life.

You had never thought about Yoongi’s past, you had seen his present and it was the only thing you cared about, but now that you where hearing him, you were curious. Had someone hurt him? Or that someone had been himself? You had always seen the closed off and distant Yoongi, but never the vulnerable and sensitive one, the one who thought about everything too much.

When the show ended, the crowd cheered immediately, but you remained on your seat, still processing everything. Yoongi had too many sides. The boy who drank iced americano and got mad at you when you spilled it over him by accident. The boy who played piano pouring his soul in every note. The boy who dressed in all black and was pure fury on a stage. The boy who listened intently to you while you spoke about your dreams and plans for the future. The boy who didn’t believe in love but loved his friends so deeply and always cared for them. The boy who could make you laugh with his silly faces and stupid double-chin. And you found yourself liking each one of those sides.

. . .

After that night at Verse, the group had grown used to your and Yoongi’s new relationship. You still argued from time to time, but most of it, you spent it together, joking with each other and sharing the most beautiful moments of your life.

It had become a routine for the both of you to just go to the Han river at night, when one of you – or the two of you – were feeling a bit stressed or consumed by life in general. You would silently open Spotify in your phone, put one headphone on and hand Yoongi the other, and you would press Shuffle play. You would let the music carry you as you walked, in complete and utter silence. Each other’s presence and the melody playing through the speakers was more than enough when the noise of the world became too much for you to bare.

The old woman that owned the small and shabby ramen place became your friend. She would always invite you to a soup or some good green tea pancakes. She greeted you with a small smile as she led you to your usual seats. You would talk about your days as you shared some good bowl of ramen. You would get angry at Yoongi for rejecting some father who had asked him for particular piano lessons for his daughter and he would only shrug, telling you he didn’t want to be the piano teacher of some bratty kid. He would also get angry at you each time you told him you had spoken with your mother and hadn’t told her yet about planning on sending one of your works to a publishing house.

He became your confident, the person you could tell everything to while knowing he wouldn’t judge you. Yeah, he would sometimes get mad at you or reprimand you, but at the end of the day, you always respected his decisions, and he respected yours.

He made you laugh and made you angry. He made you smile and sometimes made you want to murder him – just like the first time you invited him to your dorm and he made fun of your k-pop posters. In just the span of a few months, he became everything you knew and everything you wanted.

That’s why it didn’t shock you when, on a Spring evening, you realized you were in love with Min Yoongi.

You had been insisting him to bring you to one of his piano lessons, you wanted to see him play from up close. He had finally given in after an entire day of you protesting and following him around like a lost puppy.

“Alright…” he finally said, sighing loudly and holding his partitures close to his chest.

You, who had dramatically fallen to your knees in the middle of the corridor after hours and hours – it had been only a few minutes – of pleading him, opened your eyes wide and smiled brightly.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t ask me twice in case I change my mind,” he scoffed.

“Yay!” you shouted, standing on your feet in a quick jump. “I’m going to see Min Yoongi play the piano!”

“I only accepted because everyone was starting to look at us weirdly, so don’t shout,” he said through clenched teeth, sending awkward looks to the people passing by your side. You had also noticed them looking weirdly at you, on your knees, pleading him to let you go with him to his piano lesson. You couldn’t care any less about what the stupid people at your stupid university thought. “Don’t make me regret my decision.”

“I won’t,” you promised.

But, it hadn’t been five minutes since the piano lesson had started, and Yoongi was already starting to regret his decision.

“Can I record the lesson and post it on Instagram?” you asked, already grabbing your phone from your denim jacket.

“No, why the fuck do you want to record it?” Yoongi frowned, staring at you from his small piano stool.

You shrugged. “So I can show off my friend’s incredible piano skills.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Just… Don’t, alright? I don’t need anyone seeing my piano skills.”

“It could widen your clientele,” you pressed.

“No, alright? I don’t care about my clientele, it’s enough as it is. I have enough to make money and pay for my rent.”

You scoffed. “You’re afraid people won’t see you as the dark and mysterious underground rapper anymore.”

Yoongi glared at you.

“Take a seat and stay quiet, okay?”

“Can I at least cheer for you?”

Yoongi glared at you. Again.

“Okay, okay, I’ll sit and keep my mouth shut,” you said, hopping off the stage of the assembly hall, running towards the seats. After looking at Yoongi, you added. “And I’ll keep my phone inside my bag, I swear.”

“Good.”

A few seconds later, his pupil entered the assembly hall, running with her head hung low as she apologized for having arrived a bit late. Yoongi told her not to worry and started the lesson.

It was boring, to say the least, watch the girl play and Yoongi correct her. For the love of Gandalf! You had gone there to watch Yoongi play, not to watch some first year girl stutter again and again each time Yoongi leant a bit closer to her!

Okay, maybe you were being a bit cruel with the girl… She was only learning, and Yoongi could be a very imposing and strict teacher. You would be nervous too if you were in the poor girl’s position.

Ignoring Yoongi’s previous words, as soon as the girl finished playing her partiture, you stood up from your seat, clapping vigorously.

“Yay! You did great!” you cheered.

Yoongi didn’t even look at you, shoulders slumping in defeat as he sighed loudly. The girl turned around and looked at you with blushing cheeks and a small smile displaying on her lips.

“Thanks,” you could hear her mutter.

When your palms started to hurt, you stopped clapping. Had it been necessary clapping for almost three minutes? Probably not, but seeing Yoongi’s face of distress was more than worth it.

“Alright Ariana,” Yoongi sighed again, ignoring you. “You improved a lot, congratulations. I was able to feel through each note, I think you already own this partiture.”

“Thanks,” the girl said, this time blushing even harder. Yoongi’s compliments weren’t something that happened on a daily basis.

Yoongi opened his small folder and started searching for something amongst the papers. He handed the girl a new partiture and started playing a bit for her. The girl grabbed the paper and, with a small nod of her head, gathered her things and left the assembly hall.

“A hard teacher,” you nodded. “Asks for a lot, but also gives a lot. That’s cool.”

Yoongi shook his head and started grabbing all his papers, keeping them inside his folder.

“Do you want to see watch me play something or not?” Yoongi asked, not facing you yet.

“But the class has already ended.”

“Yeah, it has, but I’m offering to play something for you. Do you want me to or would you rather –?”

In the blink of an eye, you were sitting by his side on the stool, back straight and hands pompously placed on top of your thighs.

“I’m all ears and eyes.”

Yoongi glanced at you briefly and then laughed a bit.

“What do you want me to play?”

“Oh my God, I can even choose the song, this is better than I thought,” you said, relaxing your back and placing your hands on top of the stool. “Hmm… Lemme think.”

You placed your fingers on your chin, just as if you were deep in thought.

“Have you seen La La Land?” Yoongi asked, interrupting your train of thought.

“Of course,” you said, almost offended.

“Perfect,” he hummed with a small smile on his lips.

You observed him, expectantly. Was he going to play City of Stars? Did he want you to sing along with him or what?

But, as soon as his fingers hovered above the white keys and slowly came down to caress them, you understood it wasn’t City of Stars the song that he was playing. It was the main characters’ song.

You observed, mesmerized, how his fingers danced over the keys of the piano. You closed your eyes, absorbing each one of the sad and nostalgic notes. It flowed slowly, the sounds escaping from the back of the grand piano, dancing around the room and reaching your ears softly. You felt as if you were inside the song, surrounded by it and every feeling it portrayed, every feeling Yoongi portrayed.

He wasn’t only playing the piano, he was telling the people how he felt. Just like Suga poured his everything in his rap, his verses, his rhymes, Yoongi poured his everything in each note, in each key of the piano. You couldn’t help but think once again about the contrast that Yoongi was. Soft and mellow with the piano, tender, almost sad and nostalgic, like a rainy day. Aggressive and brutal with his rap, pouring his truth in it, his anger, his pain, his rage, like the horn of a car. He was like the cold iced americano he liked in the mornings, in the middle of Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn or whatever the season was. Whether it was forty degrees outside or four, he liked his iced americano, dark and cold, bitter and soft.

The song turned a bit more cheerful, a bit lighter. He moved his back softly, accompanying the movements of his arms, hands, fingers. Every piece of it moved with the song, and soon, you started to do the same. You couldn’t help it, it was as if the same magnetic pull you felt towards him when his was on stage, invaded your body while he was playing the piano too.

You opened your eyes as you realized that maybe, it wasn’t the music what made you feel that pull towards him. That it wasn’t the power he radiated while he rapped, or the softness with which he played the notes of the partiture he was playing. Maybe it was him. Maybe you felt that magnetic pull towards Yoongi.

You watched his side profile, eyes closed and mouth half-opened as he kept interpreting the song. You weren’t even listening to it anymore, only being able to stare at Yoongi completely mesmerized.

In that moment, you thought Min Yoongi was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. All soft edges and sharp personality.

In that moment, it hit you, just like the few notes of the song. Why had it suddenly turned so sad? So slow? It all had started slow and sad, but it had been cheerful and bright in the middle. Why did it had to be sad and slow again?

The few notes were more spaced between each other, giving you time to breath in between each one of them.

In that moment, it hit you. You had fallen in love with Min Yoongi.

And that’s how you realized it, while Min Yoongi played his piano for you in the assembly hall of the History building of your campus, on a rainy day of April. Spring in full bloom.

. . .

After that realization, the feeling only grew and grew. Each time you looked at him, you saw everything you wanted. He had gone from being Min asshole Yoongi, the boy whose iced americano you had accidentally spilled all over his clothes and the boy you couldn’t stand, from being Min softie Yoongi, the boy who looked like a furry cat each time you watched a movie at your dorm and he hid under your cozy blankets.

You couldn’t wait for the weekend to arrive so you could see him. You couldn’t wait for his text messages every evening. Fuck, if someone had told you a year before that you would be like that, completely at Yoongi’s mercy, you would have laughed in their face.

You sometimes thought about telling him. He was such an open-minded person, even if he didn’t feel the same, he would understand you. But of course, just as much as he was open-minded, he was unpredictable too… So you always ended up stopping yourself and forcing you to stay quiet. You didn’t want to ruin your movie nights, or your walks by the Han river. They were too precious to you, more than some stupid feelings.

You sometimes thought it was just a stupid crush. In the end, you had never had such a close relationship with a boy, not even with your previous boyfriends, and you sometimes thought you were mistaking love with true friendship.

You sometimes thought about telling Seulgi and Max, so you would have a second opinion. But Seulgi had a mouth that was too big for her own good and keeping secrets had never been her strong point. And Max… Well, she would just laugh at you for falling for the boy you had always said you would hate until the day you’d die.

You sometimes thought you thought too much.

“Let it flow” was what your grandmother had always told you, and it had always been your motto in life.

Yeah, let it flow, it was so easy to say and so difficult to follow. How could you let it flow when it was the last thing you thought about each night and the first thing you thought about each morning? Let it flow… Pff. You should find a new – and better – motto.

That night, you had been thinking exactly about that before finally falling asleep.

The next day would be a very important date, and you needed to be rested so you could support Yoongi.

So, despite all the thoughts that had been running through your head, with your final exams having ended just the previous week – and therefore, your second year of university – and Summer holidays just around the corner, you had lit one of your orange blossom candles, closed your eyes and let sleep take you.

It was your phone buzzing on your nightstand what woke you up, not the thoughts or the candle extinguishing.

“Hmpf…” you mumbled, lifting your head from the pillow and trying to open your eyes so you could at least look at the source of that noise.

After realizing it was your phone, you sat up, switched on the lamp on top of your nightstand and grabbed your phone.

“Yeah?” you growled, obviously cursing in the name of whomever was calling you at three AM.

“Y/N? Were you asleep?”

You rolled your eyes after hearing Yoongi’s voice.

“No, I was preparing myself to run a marathon,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice. “What do you think? Of course I was sleeping, you asshole, you better have a good reason to wake me up.”

Yoongi scoffed at the other side of the line. “Luckily I’m the one with the bad mood when it’s awaken…”

“Just shoot it.”

“What if I was sick? Or in trouble?”

“Are you?”

“No.”

“Exactly what I thought, now tell my why the fuck are you calling me so I can go back to sleep,” you said.

“I’m outside your dorm,” he said quickly. “I can’t sleep, guess I’m too nervous.”

You stood silent, eyes suddenly open and staring at your white sheets.

“For tomorrow?” your voice sounded softer.

“Yeah. I just feel… A bit anxious, dunno, I just felt as if I was suffocating in my apartment and needed to take a walk… Sorry for calling you and waking you up, didn’t even thought about it I just needed –“

“Don’t worry, I’ll be outside in five minutes.”

You grabbed a pair of joggers, one of your hoodies and walked out of your dorm. Yoongi was sitting on a bench, waiting for you as his leg bounced up and down and he stared at the distance.

“Hi,” you greeted him. “Aren’t you cold?”

“We’re in June.”

You shrugged.

“It’s never too hot to wear a hoodie,” you shrugged.

“Guess you’re right,” he laughed, standing up from the bench and walking a bit closer to you.

“Are you okay?” you asked, changing the topic and staring closely at him.

He nodded with his head. “Just a bit anxious that’s all.”

You nodded, understanding. The next day would be the last competition of the Rap Battle at Verse. Only Yoongi rapping against a boy called Zico. There would be loads of people, and it was rumored that it would be talent scouts from different record-companies too. It was Yoongi’s possible connection with his dreams coming true.

“You know what’s good for when someone’s anxious?” you asked him, a devilish glint in your eyes.

“Getting shit-faced?”

“No, gosh, no. You should stop trying to mend all your problems with alcohol Min Yoongi, that’s bad for you and your liver,” you scolded him. “I was thinking about something else. Completely different.”

“Enlighten me, please.”

“Gladly,” you smiled at him. “Just follow me.”

. . .

Yoongi protested for the hundredth time as you climbed up the hill.

“Is it too far from here?” he cried.

“Stop protesting, we’re nearly there.”

You smiled when you arrived to the top of the hill. You were in one of the small forests at the outskirts of the city. At night, the whole city could be seen from its top. It was truly breathtaking.

But you hadn’t brought Yoongi there just to observe the views, not. You had brought him there because of what was on that small top of the hill.

During July, they held a small carnival there, with stands, and fair attractions. The rest of the year it was closed. You went there the first year you moved to the city, with your grandparents.

“Here it is,” you said, stopping in front of the fence.

You looked upwards. You would have to climb a bit, but it was alright since you had plenty of trees to climb.

“What?” Yoongi gasped, seeing your hidden intentions. “You’re crazy if you think I’m going to jump that fence.”

“C’mon!” you said, already climbing one of the closest trees. “It’s not that high!”

“The last thing I need is for me to appear with a broken leg during tomorrow’s show.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be dramatic. If you fall from here, the most you can do is stab yourself with a fallen branch and die. Quick and you won’t feel it.”

Yoongi mocked you under his breath, and you laughed as you reached the branch that joined the tree and the fence, hanging from it and letting yourself fall softly on the ground.

“See? I’m one of the clumsiest persons on Earth and I did it safe and sound,” you said. “Your turn.”

Yoongi protested but ended up climbing the tree too.

“If I die, my spirit will haunt you until the end of your days,” he scoffed.

“Bah, you already haunt me while alive.”

You turned around and started walking around the area. It was empty and everything was closed, covered in tarps so the cold wouldn’t ruin the stands and the attractions.

You heard a low thud behind you, letting you know that Yoongi had made it.

“See? It wasn’t that difficult!” you said, not even looking back.

“Whatever,” Yoongi grumbled.

Your footsteps carried you to a stand, that looked way bigger than the rest, covered in a blue tarp.

“Here it is,” you smiled.

You grabbed one of the sides of the tarp and started undoing the laces that kept it in place. Once every rope was untied, you grabbed the tarp with all your strength and removed it from the structure.

Before Yoongi’s eyes, and old-looking carrousel appeared.

“What do you think?” you said, hands on your hips as you proudly looked at him.

“That you’re fucking crazy,” he grumbled.

“That’s cool! At least you’re not thinking about tomorrow anymore!”

You searched for the wires that connected the carrousel to the light. There were some electric panels hidden in a small cottage by the side of the carrousel. Hoping you wouldn’t electrocute yourself, you switched on all the buttons you found.

You heard some noises, and then, the carrousel was brought to life.

“Yay! It worked!” you said, running out of the cottage and towards Yoongi.

“If someone finds out, we’re in trouble… Wouldn’t it had been best if we had just taken a walk by the Han river like we always do?”

“Fuck Yoongi, don’t be boring,” you protested, ignoring him as you walked closer to the carrousel.

Yellow lights had come to life and a small melody filled the silence of the night. Horses were jumping up and down as the carrousel spun. Its speed was low.

“Plus, who the fuck is going to be here at three in the morning?”

“Hmm… Us?”

You shook your head. “C’mon, jump in!”

You waited until there was a free space in the carrousel and jumped in. Holding yourself tightly to one of the golden bars that connected one of the horses to the structure of the carrousel, you straightened your back. You were in.

“Yay!” you happily said, climbing on top of the horse.

You laughed softly as the horse jumped, watching Yoongi with each turn of the carrousel.

“You know!” you began to say. “For an underground rapper who isn’t afraid of expressing himself through his music you’re pretty coward!”

When the carrousel spun again, you saw Yoongi’s previous space was empty. Frowning, you started to search for him.

“Ah yeah?” a voice said by your side.

You spun your head and smiled when you saw him climbed on the horse on your left. You laughed and started to sing along with the kids’ song that was playing.

Yoongi suddenly joined you, his voice much deeper than yours.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, spinning in the merry-go-round while singing and laughing at each other. There was a soft breeze blowing in the hill that night, caressing the grass and your skin. The moon shone brighter than the yellowish lights of the carrousel, and the sounds of owls sometimes sounded stronger than the songs that were playing. It was almost as if you and Yoongi were trapped inside your own world. You didn’t know how, but you always found a way to shut the noisy world around you both.

You stared at him, biting your lower lip as he rode on the artificial horse with a small smile threatening to appear on his lips. The need to tell him shook your body. But you couldn’t.

“Are you feeling better?” is what you said instead.

Yoongi nodded with his head. Then, he stared at you.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Thank you, for always being here for me. I don’t deserve you after how I treated you at the start.”

You laughed it off, like you always did.

“You don’t, but meh, I’m too good of a person,” you joked. Then, you turned serious. “Hey, don’t thank me, you deserve it.”

You tore your gaze away from his, looking towards the city lights in the distance. Your eyes were so focused on the landscape ahead of you that you didn’t notice the light in Yoongi’s eyes as he stared at you. He shook his head and stared at the horizon too.

“I want to give my everything tomorrow, but somehow, each time I have something good waiting for me, I end up fucking it up,” he continued. “It’s as if I’m willing to sabotage my own life.”

“We’re all willing to sabotage our own lives, if you think about it. We aren’t afraid of dreaming because we know they’re only hopes waiting to come true. But when those hopes threaten to become a reality, we shit ourselves and run away. We’re afraid of changes because, even if we’re not satisfied with what we have, we’re too lazy to adapt ourselves again, to change our routine for something we don’t know if it’s going to work in the end. That’s how the human being works. That’s why I wanted to be brave this year, stop being afraid and stop running away,” you paused for a moment, thinking about how you were doing the exact same opposite. You were running away from your feelings for Yoongi. “You should do the same. I’m sure you’ll do great. Suga is powerful.”

Yoongi smiled, but you were looking away from him and you didn’t get to see how bright it was.

“Fuck, Y/N, didn’t know you could be so philosophical,” he laughed.

You shrugged and smiled, satisfied.

“What can I say?” you said. “I’m a box full of surprises.”

Yoongi laughed some more at your words.

“Yeah, you sure are…” he murmured, in a voice so low you weren’t able to hear it amongst the songs playing in the carrousel.

. . .

Yoongi slept on your couch that night. It wasn’t the first time you let him sleep on the couch at your dorm, but it was the firs that you both stayed up until the sun was almost peeking in the horizon, the soft light of the morning seeping through the blinds. You talked and laughed and talked some more until you both started feeling your eyelids heavy and fell asleep.

The following day, you helped Yoongi prepare for the show. He grabbed his things and brought them to your apartment. His laptop with the pen drive that contained all his songs, he had already chosen the one he was going to rap, so he kept it a secret from you. He also brought his keyboard and some other things he used to make sure the bass of the song was perfect. You helped him choose a cool outfit and styled his usual messy hair.

He left a couple of hours before you did, going to Verse to set everything for that night.

“What’s this doing here?” Seulgi mumbled as she entered your dorm, a disgusted expression on her face as she saw Yoongi’s mess all over you room. He had left in a rush and you weren’t going to clean everything up for him.

“Ah,” you said, looking at her. You shrugged and continued staring at yourself in the mirror as you tried to concentrate in the thin line of eyeliner that adorned your eyes. “Those are Yoongi’s things.”

“Yoongi’s?” Seulgi asked.

“Dunno why you sound so surprised,” Max shrugged, lying on your bed with her phone in her hands. “They’re together 24/7 now.”

“Are you sure you’re not hiding anything from us?” Seulgi asked you, her eyes narrowed as she pierced the back of your neck with her eyes. “Something like… A secret relationship with Yoongi?”

You glared at her through the reflection in the mirror.

“Are you sure you’re not hiding a secret relationship with Jimin from us?” you spat, sarcasm dripping from your voice. You saw Seulgi’s eyes widening. “That’s exactly what I thought,” you said before going back to your eyeliner.

“That’s totally different, lady,” Seulgi defended herself. “Jimin and I have always been good friends, whereas you and Yoongi hated each other’s guts since day one. It’s so weird that you’re suddenly best friends forever.”

“We were stupid and we didn’t give each other a chance, now that we’ve done that, we’ve realized we’re not that different and that we have some things in common.”

Seulgi rolled her eyes. “I told you that a hundredth times, but no, you couldn’t believe me, you had to see it all for yourself.”

“Yep,” you said, happy when you saw the results of your eyeliner. “But, if it makes you feel any better, you were the one who forced us to become friends with your plan of leaving us alone at that ramen restaurant.”

“Don’t even know how that worked, it was like locking a pyromaniac in a match factory.”

“Don’t even know how that worked either,” Max mumbled.

“Hey,” you called her, but she was so absorbed in whatever she was doing with her phone that she didn’t even answer. “Earth calling to Maximiliana! Can you please stop staring at your phone and pay me attention?”

“What?” she snapped, glancing at you briefly.

You threw yourself on the bed by her side, followed by Seulgi.

“Uhh! Who are you texting?!” you exclaimed, trying to see what was on the screen of her phone.

“Let us see!” Seulgi protested.

“What the fuck! No! Don’t be so nosy!” Max protested, trying to get her phone away from you.

“Is it that girl from your dance class?” you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

By the red color adorning Max’s cheeks, you knew you had hit the nail on the head.

“AH!” Seulgi screamed. “It’s her!”

“Shut up, okay? I told her to come with me tonight to see Yoongi’s show.”

“Oh my god!” you jumped in your bed, happy as ever. “We’re finally going to meet her!”

“Please stop,” Max said, closing her eyes and sighing. “If you embarrass myself in front of her, I’ll kill you. She’s coming as a friend, nothing else.”

“Yeah,” Seulgi said, sending you a devilish smirk. “A friend.”

“A really good friend,” you said back, wiggling your eyebrows.

“You’re stupid. The both of you!”

You laughed, and finished getting ready. As you were applying your red lipstick on, your heard Seulgi’s voice.

“Y/N, don’t think you’ve distracted me from our main topic. I’ll get to the bottom of this.”

. . .

If you had previously thought Verse had been packed, that night you thought it looked like a can of sardines. You could barely move, let alone walk from the main door towards

Luckily, Namjoon had been there early and had occupied your usual seat.

“This is Gabriella,” he said, introducing his girlfriend to the three of you.

You smiled at the girl, hugging her softly. She was really pretty, with dark bronzed skin, black eyes and curly, voluminous, long black hair.

“You can call me just Gabi,” she smiled. She looked really sweet.

When she turned around and you and Namjoon were staring at each other, you gave him the thumbs up, wiggling your brows as you stared at Gabriella and then back at him. He smiled and shook his head after sending you one of his cute dimpled smiles.

Everyone was nervous, not gonna lie, and even though you were sure Yoongi would ace it, you couldn’t help but feel nervous too. You knew how much that meant for him and you wanted everything to go well. You kept staring all around you, trying to make out who the talent scouts could be. You saw a couple of them with faces of talent scouts, but you didn’t know it for sure.

“Ejem, ejem,” the host said through the speaker, clearing his throat. “Goodnight everyone! How are you?!” the host tried to make the crowd interact with him. “Tonight’s a very special night here at Verse as you all know by now... It’s going to take place, in this exact same stage, the final show of our Annual Rap Battle!”

The crowd cheered loudly. You wondered if Yoongi could hear you from wherever he was.

“Are you ready for it?! Because I am!” another pause for the crowd to cheer freely. “We’ve got two amazing rappers in here tonight with us, fighting for the same dream, the same prize! The title of Verse’s Rapper of the Year and ten thousand bucks!”

Your eyes widened. If Yoongi won, he was going to become fucking rich. He better invite you to some fancy restaurant.

“If you’ve been here with us last year, and the last five years we’ve been holding this Annual Rap Battle, we’ll have many surprises here with us tonight. We’ve invited a legend, one of the greatest underground rappers of all times. He was the winner of the first Rap Battle at Verse. Cheer up for G-Dragon!”

A boy with wet-looking hair appeared on stage. He had tattoos all over his body, gold chains and hair falling all over his face. During his performance and the other performances that followed his, you couldn’t help but bounce your leg up and down trying to ease your nerves a bit. You hadn’t even paid much attention to Max as she introduced you to her girlfriend – not girl friend as she introduced her. Her name was Moonbyul. She looked introverted and shy, the exact same opposite from Max. They looked really happy together, though, and that was all that mattered.

You were nervous for Yoongi. You knew how much that performance meant for him, and you wanted him to ace it and show the world who he was and what he was capable of doing.

You were sure Yoongi hadn’t even showed you half of the potential he had, an yet, you thought it was huge. The amount of ideas that ran through his mind was insane. He could write a song faster than a person writes a text message. His mind was full of music, notes, instruments and sounds. You found it amazing, like a whole new world inside his brain.

Soon, all the performances from already-known underground rappers ended and the host as back on top of the stage.

“Well, the time has come…” he started to say, waiting for people to shut up. “It’s time to introduce our two finalist rappers!”

The noise was deafening, but your attention was on the stage.

“First, we’ll be lucky enough to contemplate the performance of one of the best underground rappers we’ve seen this year, and the previous year! No offense G-Dragon!” the host joked, pointing at the boy. He raised his hand and shook his head, laughing. “He writes his own lyrics, produces his own songs, composes his own melodies… He spits fire in the shape of words on top of this exact same stage. Ladies and gentlemen, here he is! Suga!”

Everyone around you stood from their seats, clapping and cheering.

“Suga!” you shouted, cheering loudly for the boy who was climbing on top of the stage.

Namjoon patted your back as he was standing with his girlfriend by your side.

Yoongi was wearing white for once. A white cap, white coat that reached just under his knees. But underneath it was all black. You smiled at how good he looked.

You couldn’t even sit back, too excited to care.

He greeted the host and then grabbed a mic. When the host left, it was only him and the dark stage. Only a light spotlight pointed at him.

He was going to perform Never Mind. He had written it a few years ago and had been practicing it at your apartment all day. You knew the first chords and the last ones. You liked the song, a lot. It was Yoongi, with his raspy voice pouring his everything and saying his truth.

You listened to it as if you were bewitched by Yoongi’s voice, by every word and note.

When the song came to an end, you let out a long breath, not even knowing you had been holding air in the first place. You clapped along with the rest of the crowd, but Yoongi, instead of stepping off the stage, turned around and some other flashlights lit, giving a view of the whole scenario.

There was a piano at the back.

Yoongi sat himself on the stool in front of the piano, taking off his white cap and white coat. Underneath all that, he was wearing a black suit. You had never seen him look so elegant, used to seeing him in his oversized hoodies and ripped jeans.

The claps died down again and you stopped all your movements, your lips parting as you watched him. Underneath his black suit, he was wearing an also black shirt, first buttons undone. He had never looked so good, not even on New Years Eve by the side of the Han river contemplating the fireworks. You guessed it was because of that special glow he had every time he was on top of a scenario.

The previous lights were switched off, and only the ones who pointed at Yoongi and the piano were left.

As the first few notes sounded, you were already lost.

The song talked about his childhood and about love. You knew about his thoughts in different topics such as love, politics or his favorite ice-cream flavor, but you barely knew anything about his private life. He was from Daegu and had moved to Seoul when he was sixteen trying to pursue his dreams and scape from his parents and older brother, who wanted him to work at the family restaurant. Then, anything else. You didn’t know how he was as a child, if he enjoyed Sesame Street or preferred Teletubbies, at which age he learnt how to ride a bike or what did he do during lunch break – did he play basketball or football or simply sat on the stands watching the rest of the kids play? You didn’t know about his first piercing, or his first teenage argument with his parents. You didn’t know who broke his heart for the first time nor how he mended it afterwards. And now, as you listened him sing about an old piano in the corner of his room and how it was his first love, you wanted to know about everything.

The song came to an end just like Never Mind had. You were a bit shocked, but you stood up anyways and clapped just like the rest. But, this time, Yoongi didn’t stay on top of the stage and after waving goodbye at the crowd, he bowed and disappeared behind the stage.

Zico wasn’t bad either. You liked him, he was fast and good with his words, but he didn’t have that raw passion that characterized Yoongi. You could see it, and the judges saw it too.

It was a rough competition, but as soon as Yoongi’s show had ended, you had known it would be him.

You swear you had never clapped as loudly as you clapped when the judges announced Yoongi as the winner of the Rap Battle at Verse. Your hands were hurting but you just couldn’t stop. Seeing him smile so widely while holding his trophy was more than enough. Fuck, you were whipped.

To celebrate Yoongi’s victory, you all went to some club to have some drinks and have fun. For once, you saw Yoongi let go and be free. He danced, he laughed, he drank, he was letting go of all his inhibitions.

“Drink! Drink! Drink!” was all you could hear while taking another shot of tequila with Seulgi, Max and Yuna.

By the end of the night you were smashed. Yoongi wasn’t doing any better.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Namjoon asked the both of you as you got in the taxi you had called.

“Yeah!” you laughed. “More than alright!”

“Yeah!” Yoongi agreed with you.

Namjoon arched a brow as he looked at the both of you in the back of the taxi.

“He’s staying at mine, so we’ll be fine. The last neuron I have left and his last one make two neurons, more than enough to arrive home safe and sound.”

Namjoon laughed and Gabi shook her head, a smile playing on his lips.

“Don’t forget to put your seatbelts on,” he told you before closing the door of the taxi and telling the driver your direction.

In the back of the taxi, the both of you laughed about everything and anything at the same time. All you can remember is your stomach hurting and your head resting on Yoongi’s shoulder as he told you something about imagining Samuel L. Jackson as your driver, turning around just to say “Oh, sorry. Did I break your concentration?” after crashing the car on a streetlight. That was also what had you both laughing all the way towards your dorm.

“Shh!” you silenced him, your index finger pressed against your lips as you tried to open the door to your room. “People can hear us and they’ll protest.”

“Why do you care about them protesting,” he said, slurring. “I don’t give a fucccck!”

“Yoongi!” you exclaimed, rushing to clap your hands over his mouth. “Please, lower your voice or shut your damn mouth, but don’t make so much noise.”

Yoongi nodded with his head and you sighed, letting go of him and opening the door to your room finally.

“C’mon, get in,” you signaled him.

You couldn’t help but giggle at Yoongi as he stumbled into your room.

“Fuck all your dormmates!”

Before he could say anything else, you rushed to close the door and lock it, just in case someone decided to barge in and kill you both with the fire extinguisher that was right beside your door. You were done with your finals, but you knew there were other people who still hadn’t done it and were still studying.

“There are people who just want to study,” you whispered, staring at him with side eyes.

“And there are people who just want to celebrate the best day of their life. Grow some respect!”

“Yoongi!” you gasped, throwing yourself at him and covering his mouth with your hand once again in an attempt to make him shut up. He kept talking, though.

“Fou fave fuch borinf dormmatef,” he mumbled.

“They’re not boring Yoongi, they just want to study. Now promise me you’ll stop screaming and I’ll take my hands off of your mouth.”

“I fromife fou.”

“Swear it.”

“I fwear.”

“Plead for it.”

He glared at you, and you started laughing seeing his already small eyes becoming even more small as he narrowed them.

“Alright, alright,” you laughed, taking your hand away from his mouth. “It was just so funny hearing you speak like that.

“Ha ha,” he scoffed.

“You want something to drink? Some beers? More alcohol? Maybe just water? I have a small fridge under my desk my mom bought me last year.”

“You have a fridge in your dorm? Whoa.”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “It’s really small though, just for super necessary things.”

“Do you have soju?”

“I always have soju.”

And that’s how you both ended sitting on your bed, backs resting against the wall as you drank a bottle of soju and laughed some more, this time in a lower tone. The fairy lights that hung from above your bed were the only light in the room, making it all much cozier.

“What are you going to do now that you’re Verse’s best rapper?”

“Guess I’ll take advantage of it and hook up with all the girls that go there to see me.”

You arched a brow.

“What girls? The only girls that go there to see you are Max, Seulgi and I.”

“Maybe I’ll hook up with one of you, then,” he said, a lazy smile on his lips.

You punched him in the arm.

“You wished,” you growled.

“Maybe.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Maybe? As if the decision was completely on you. If we don’t want to hook up with you, we won’t hook up with you.”

“Mhmm,” Yoongi nodded, finishing the bottle of soju in just one more gulp. “You don’t want it?”

“What? No, pfff,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Not even in your wildest dreams, man.”

Yoongi leant closer to you. He smelt like orange blossom, just like the candle you had in your room that reminded you of him. He also smelt like alcohol and cheap soju.

“No?” he whispered, nudging his nose in the crook of your neck.

You closed your eyes briefly. Your heart was beating so fast inside your chest it was starting to hurt. Had it not been for the alcohol inside your system, you would have found Yoongi’s behavior weird and you would have pushed him away from you while laughing at the situation, trying to hide your own true feelings. But the truth was that the both of you were completely out of your minds, drunk as ever, and none of you could think for more than two seconds straight, letting your bodies take the lead.

“No,” you murmured, biting your lower lip and somehow crossing your legs, a weird feeling settling in between them.

“Hmm…” Yoongi mumbled, his breath tickling you.

Fuck, his lips were so close to your skin you felt as if you could go up in flames at any second. He didn’t give in, though, his lips a mere ghost over your neck.

Your eyes snapped open, a devilish glint in them. You didn’t know what got over you, but if someone asked you would blame it all on the alcohol. You pushed him away until his back was completely resting on the wall and suddenly, you were sitting on top of his thighs, straddling him.

Grabbing the empty bottle of soju from his hands and putting it away, you leant closer to him, paying him with his own medicine. You placed both of your hands on his chest.

“And you?” you asked, trying to sound seductive. That didn’t sound like you, but once again, the normal you wouldn’t be straddling his friend either. “Would you want it?”

Yoongi’s breath was erratic, you could feel it, and you took that against him. You snuggled closer to him, until his face was leveled with your cleavage. You heard him grunt.

Your fingers tangled between his strands of hair, playing with the roots softly.

“Never in a million years,” was his response.

As you looked down at him, you could see his eyes were lost on your skin, marveling in the sight of it so close to him. You smirked.

“So, you wouldn’t want me to do… This.”

You suddenly lowered your waist until your core was pressed against his. You grounded it harshly against his crotch and heard him grunt again. He was trying to contain himself.

You stopped your movements and tried to lift your waist once again, but a pair of hands stopped you from doing so. Yoongi’s grip was so tight, it almost hurt. In a sharp movement, he forced your hips down until you were grinding against him again. You felt something hard poking the inside of your thigh.

“I wouldn’t want you to stop,” he said, his voice lower than you had ever heard it.

You lifted your eyes and found his already staring at you. They almost looked pitch-black in the dim light of your dorm, sharp and small. His stare was fierce, just like the grip he had on your waist.

Smirking, you started wiggling your hips on top of his, your hands still in his hair. The room was starting to get hot, and you could feel Yoongi’s neck a bit sweaty.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Go harder.”

“As you wish,” you nodded, doing exactly what he said.

Yoongi’s eyes turned white in pure bliss, his lips parting in such an obscene way. Was that really happening? Were you dreaming while passed out on the carpet of your dorm? Had you died and were now in heaven? Your vision was so blurry you couldn’t even distinguish reality from one of your wild dreams with Yoongi. You were sure of one thing, whatever it was, you were going to make the most out of it.

To rile him up some more, you let your head fall in the crook of his neck and started moaning softly. You could feel the cotton material of your panties sticking to your core, and small waves of pleasure hitting you with every movement against Yoongi’s hard cock. Fuck, you could feel him even through the material of both of your jeans. You guessed if he could feel how wet you were for him too.

“Hm…” you moaned, especially loud for him to hear.

It made him go crazy, and he could stop him anymore. He pushed you both from the wall, him sitting on the edge of your bed and you standing in between his parted legs.

“Take off your jeans,” he demanded.

“Bossy, huh?” you teased him.

“Don’t tease me.”

“What will happen if I do?”

You were playing with fire, and you were about to get burnt.

Yoongi’s eyes glared at you and he growled in an animalistic way that sent a shiver running down your spine. You giggled as his hands brusquely grabbed the hem of your jeans and unbuttoned your jeans in a rush.

He fought with the zipper before finally undoing it and dragging the jeans down your legs. They pooled at your feet, your black socks visible underneath them.

“Step out of them,” he said.

You arched a brow, as if telling him make me.

He arched a brow back. So, you wanted to play?

He brought one of his hands behind you and smacked your ass with strength, sending you flying towards him. He grabbed your hips and kept you in place as he placed another loud smack on your ass. The boy was stronger than he looked.

“Step out of them.”

“I love being spanked, I’m not sure if I want to obey you just yet.”

He smirked and stood up, forcefully pushing you backwards. You stumbled a bit, the jeans around your ankles not letting you move.

“You wanna be nasty?” he growled, grabbing your hips and spinning you around until you were facing your bed and he was standing behind you.

Then, he pushed you without any care and you fell limply onto your bed.

You screamed, watching the wall just in front of you.

“Yoongi! I nearly leave my nose glued to the wall!” you protested, trying to turn around and face him. You started laughing, feeling his presence behind you and his hands on your hips. It was as if he couldn’t keep his hands away from you for more than a couple of seconds, his hands on your waist all the time.

He chuckled darkly from behind you, but both of your laughs died down as soon as another hard smack landed on your ass. You whimpered, not having expected the spank.

Yoongi massaged your sore ass cheek as he chuckled again. “Didn’t you love spanking?”

You swallowed, feeling him take off your socks and jeans in a quick movement before another smack was delivered to your ass.

“Answer me,” he murmured.

“Yeah, I love it, I fucking love it.”

You earned another two spanks as a reward for your answer. You were gasping for air, Yoongi’s hands kneading your ass cheeks, when you felt him kneeling behind you. You craned your neck so you could see him, but you couldn’t.

“What are you doing?” you said, laughing as his fingers tickled the inside of your thighs.

Yoongi didn’t answer, he just parted your legs and positioned himself in between them.

“Yoongi,” you muttered, trying to catch a glimpse of him.

He pressed your hips further into the mattress. You laughed a bit as you fought against him. You could hear him laughing too, trying to keep you in place.

“Stay still,” he finally said, pressing you down with all his strength.

“But what are you – ? Oh,” was all you could say as you suddenly felt himself pressing kisses against your panties.

He forced you to lift your ass a bit from the bed, and he spread your ass cheeks with both of his hands as he kept trailing kisses down your underwear.

You moaned, letting your head fall onto the mattress.

With one of his hands, he parted your panties to the side so he could have access to your bare core. You could feel his breathing coming down to you, caressing your skin and playing with your dampened folds.

“Holy shit,” you growled once Yoongi’s lips attached themselves to your lower region, placing open-mouthed kisses to your glistening lips.

You gripped the mattress with all your strength. If he kept doing that, your dormmates would definitely end up knocking on your door and asking you to shut the fuck up.

His tongue worked wonders on you, no wonder why he was such a good rapper. You could feel him growling each time you whimpered or moaned, your sounds muffled by a cushion you had grabbed from the foot of the bed.

“Ah…” you gasped. “Yoongi.”

Your whole body was tense, back arched as you kept your ass high up in the air. Yoongi’s movements went from slow to fast and then back to slow, his tongue licking and swirling around your clit, and then your lips and then your entrance. It was as if he wanted to send you to another dimension, because that’s surely how you felt. As if you could burst into flames at any moment. You wondered if that’s how fireworks felt when they exploded.

“Yoongi,” you kept whining.

“Hmm…” he murmured. “Fuck, you’re so wet it’s dripping down my chin.”

At his words, you moaned and clenched your insides. Yoongi kept his ministrations, his hands still keeping your ass cheeks apart.

You could feel your orgasm growing inside your lower belly, the heat radiating from every pore of your skin. You had never been eaten out like that, as if he was starving, as if he couldn’t get enough of you.

Your vision became blurry, and you could feel Yoongi saying something, but all you could focus was on the movements of his tongue and lips against you, the warmth spreading through your body and how good he was making you feel. On cloud nine. In ecstasy. In pure bliss.

You brought one of your hands to your back until it was grasping Yoongi’s, gripping it tightly to let him know you were about to reach your orgasm. That only encouraged him, and soon enough, you were having the best orgasm of your life.

Your body grew rigid as you came, clenching your teeth and hiding your face against the pillow.

“Fuck, this is so sexy, you’re so sexy,” he mumbled after riding you out of your orgasm.

You were gasping when you turned around to look at him. He was looking back at you, chin shiny with your juices and a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Can’t wait to fuck you.”

“Can’t wait for you to fuck me,” you said, still breathless.

His smirk vanished and he threw himself on top of you, lips smashing against yours. His kisses were just like his rap, fierce and fast, passionate and a bit aggressive. He was all tongue and bites on your lower lip. His hands grabbing your cheek and your hair and everything, his tongue making you taste yourself in it.

Maybe, if the both of you had been in your right minds, you would have stopped it all before it was too late. Maybe, if at least one of you had been in their right mind, things would have been different.

But you were both drunk, and horny, and your hormones were like crazy, making you lose your minds for each other.

In the span of three seconds, you were both completely naked. From then on, everything was blurry to you.

You remember laughing when Yoongi fell to the floor taking off his left sock. You remember him spanking you some more for laughing at him, trying to act all serious but laughing himself. You remember him kissing you until you both felt out of breath, almost suffocating one another. You remember his hands travelling all across your body. You remember his pale skin and how beautiful it looked under your fairy lights. You remember lying in bed while watching his naked body, right in front of you, just for you. You remember how warm your skin felt after his caresses, and how loud were the moans when he started pressing kisses over your breasts.

He let you sit on top of him while he fucked you from underneath you, hands grabbing your hips as you moved them. He fucked you, with and without mercy, slow and fast. He whispered dirty things in your ear as he encouraged you to come, to go faster, to go harder. All your emotions were in overdrive, your heart beating so wildly you were starting to think it was going to pierce through your chest and fall from it.

It all was so blurry, but in your memories, his image was very clear.

You dozed off with your fairy lights still on, the sun starting to raise in the horizon and Yoongi’s arm dangling around your waist.

. . .

You were so comfy and warm inside your bed, surrounded by your blankets, that not even a bomb falling on your dorm building could have woken you up.

It was late, you hadn’t opened your eyes and looked at the clock, but from the dim light of the room and the sounds in the corridors, it was pretty late.

You stretched yourself with a content hum.

If you could just stay like that forever…

“Don’t run! Wait for me!” the voices said in the corridor, snapping you out of your thoughts.

… But you couldn’t.

Growling, you stretched once again and turned around. Before opening your eyes, you wanted to bask in the moment for some more minutes. In the end, you had nothing to do after yesterday’s… Wait.

You frowned. You had something to do, or at least that’s what your mind tells you.

You remember all that happened in the previous days. Yoongi’s nerves because of his performance at Verse, telling you he couldn’t sleep and showing up at your dorm at two AM, telling him to stay the night. Him practicing his song all day at your dorm while you watched and cheered for him. Him on stage, in front of the piano. Him winning Verse’s Rap Battle against a boy named Zico. You all going out to celebrate. You drinking as if you hadn’t seen some sort of liquid in months. And then… Oh, fuck.

Your heart stopped beating and your eyes snapped open. You were facing the wall, old and new polaroids of you, Seulgi, Max and the boys hanging from it. Your mouth felt dry and you had a horrendous headache – you weren’t sure if it had already been there but you were just noticing it then, or if it had come along with the previous night’s memories.

You stayed still, unmoving as if you had been frozen.

You were afraid that if you turned around you would came face to face with Min Yoongi, sleeping soundless and looking as beautiful as ever. You were afraid the view would make your heart beat faster that it already did every time you saw it, and you weren’t ready to get your hopes up any further.

Fuck, how could have you been so careless? You should have known, as soon as alcohol touched your system, you were a complete different Y/N, all inhibitions and worries gone.

Thoughts ran through your mind, fear, confusion, hope…

If you remembered correctly, he was the one who started teasing you… and that was until you started telling him you liked being spanked and… Oh God, no.

You covered your face with your hands, grimacing. You were embarrassed of yourself. Why couldn’t you have stopped it. You were sure Yoongi had done that because he was even drunker than you were and – just like he had confessed to you a couple of times – not having had sex in months, he was needy and horny. You were needy and horny too, but not enough to fuck up your relationship with your friend and the boy you were in love with like that.

Fuccck. You hoped you could just talk things out like the adults you were and act as if that night had never happened.

That was if Yoongi wanted to act as if that night never happened, because you were more than okay with repeating that night’s events as many times as he pleased… The company had been excellent, the sex mind blowing… No! Stop Y/N! Don’t get your hopes high!

Slowly, almost as if you were dreading it, you started turning around. The feeling of the sheets around your naked body made you cringe. You had fuck it up deep. Practicing in your mind what you would say when you came face to face with Yoongi, you finally turned around.

All words stayed inside your head and your heart felt to the pit of your stomach when all you came face to face with was an empty spot on your bed, no signs of a sleeping boy or anything like that.

Silly of you, you thought that maybe he had rolled on his sleep and fallen onto the floor, so you leaned closer to the edge of your bed and craned your neck. But just like the spot next to you on the bed, the floor was empty.

Hope is a dangerous thing that grows quickly, and you started to think that maybe he had gone to the bathroom or something, but the door to your personal bathroom was open and the inside was dark. Maybe he had gone to grab some food or he had something else to do… Something that made him leave your dorm without even telling you.

You didn’t want to feel disappointed, so you simply sat yourself up on the bed, covering your naked chest with your floral sheets. As you did so, a soft crunching noise came from underneath your left hand, the one that was propping yourself up on the bed.

You sat on your bed and analyzed the small post-it glued to your pillow.

Had to go. Don’t call me today, please.

You frowned at his words. What did he mean with ‘don’t call me today’?

You blinked a few times, suddenly realizing he hadn’t gone out to pick something to eat, nor had he gone to take a walk to clear his mind before talking to you. He had nothing to do. He had just run away, leaving a fucking post-it behind.

“What a fucking coward,” you growled, scrunching the post-it until it was nothing but a small ball of soft yellow paper. You threw it across your room and lied back on your bed.

Anger was running through your veins, the fire that you were feeling inside being stronger than any humiliation or disappointment. He wanted to run from you and forget about what happened, huh? Well, you weren’t to give him such a satisfaction.

. . .

You called him that day. All your calls went straight to voicemail.

You didn’t know where he lived, so you couldn’t show up at his apartment and punch him in his face just like you wanted to do.

Eventually, anger started dissipating and all you felt was emptiness. You were disappointed that he had reacted like that, if he wasn’t brave enough to talk to you about what had happened was because you didn’t mean as much to him as you thought you did. You were hurt. You were sad. You were frustrated because, even though he had left you alone in your bed after all that, you still missed him, so much. You still remembered that night, the bits that popped inside your mind clear as the fairy lights that hung from your bedframe. You still felt your cheeks getting reddish at the memories of him underneath you or kneeling behind you. You still felt yourself getting all hot and bothered at the memories of his voice, and his growls and… Ugh, you had to stop thinking about him.

You had just finished your second year of college! With excellent grades, to be more precise. You should be happy, ready to enjoy summer, you shouldn’t be mopping around your room, remembering him and all he did and say, going crazy at all the what ifs and what if nots. Plus, you would go home to visit your family like the previous summer, and you wanted to spend your last days in Seoul with your friends.

Max and Seulgi had been asking you to go out with them, to the amusement park, to the lake, to some party at someone’s house… And each time, you had refused, afraid that you would find Yoongi and all your bravery would leave you and you would be a blabbering and self-conscious mess in front of him.

But you should had known. You should had known Yoongi would do something like that. In the end, he had done the same at the “start” of your “friendship”. He was so brave and all, yeah, leaving his home and his family to pursue his dreams, having nothing and yet, willing to discover what life had in store for him. But when it came to other people and not just his dreams, he was a coward. Avoiding and closing off were his main weapons, you had seen him using them on other people and you had seen him using them on you.

Maybe you would further humiliate yourself for reaching out to him even though he made it pretty clear that he wanted to forget about what had happened. Maybe you would feel even more shittier afterwards, but at least you wouldn’t have that pressure on your chest anymore.

That’s why, when Taehyung suggested going camping to the lake at the outskirts of the city, you finally said yes.

As Seulgi drove, you stared out of the window. Would Yoongi go? You had asked Seulgi, Max and Taehyung not to tell anyone. If Yoongi was thinking about going to the lake with the rest of them, as soon as he knew you would go too, all his plans would change, and you wanted to see him and talk to him.

“Why do you look so nervous?” Seulgi asked you, staring at you out of the corner of her eye. “You’re distracting me from the road with all your movements and awkward coughs.”

You sighed. “Sorry, I’ll stop.”

That soft reply, and not one of your brusque remarks, was what alerted Max and Seulgi. Yuna, who was sitting next to Max on the back, frowned at your words too, and she had only known you for a couple of weeks.

“Okay, this is not the Y/N we know,” Max said, leaning closer to your seat. “Spill.”

“There’s nothing to spill. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” Seulgi said.

“You look distressed,” Yuna added.

You stared at her through the rearview, and she immediately tore her eyes away. Fuck, why where you being so passive-aggressive with people who didn’t deserve it? Plus, you hadn’t told anyone about yours and Yoongi’s rendezvous, maybe it would be nice to get it out of your chest.

“Yoongi and I slept together.”

Max narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, you told me he would be staying at your dorm the night he won the rap battle.”

“No, we slept together as in, we had sex.”

Seulgi gasped, and for some seconds, the car lost its position inside the lane and almost invaded the adjacent one. When she recovered from her initial shock, she straightened the car.

“Holy shit,” Yuna mouthed.

“I knew it!” Seulgi screamed. “I knew there was something going on between the two of you. You two have been acting so weird ever since that day!”

“When I woke up in the morning he was gone. He left a post-it on my pillow telling me not to call him. He has been ignoring my calls and avoiding me since that day.”

“WhAt?!” Seulgi exclaimed, the car losing its track once again.

“Seulgi, fuck, can you please focus on the road, I don’t want to die in a car crash, thanks,” Max said.

“What an asshole!” Seulgi kept saying, ignoring Max’s words.

“Min Yoongi did that?” Yuna asked. “He doesn’t look like that type of boy.”

“Yeah, none of them look like that type of boy and then… BAAAAM!” Seulgi exclaimed, letting go of the steering wheel for some seconds. You were fearing for your life. “They leave you on your bed with only a thank you note behind them.”

“At least he didn’t thank me,” you shrugged. “If he had wrote the word thanks on that post-it, I think I’d be in jail right now and he would be dead.”

“You haven’t talked with him ever since then?” Max asked.

“Nope,” you said, shaking your head. “I tried calling him, but he won’t pick up the phone.”

“You know he’s coming with the boys, don’t you?” Seulgi asked, now sounding a bit worried.

“Yeah, that’s exactly why I wanted to come. I think we need to talk things out, at least so we can both turn the page and forget about it.”

“I swear to God if he makes you sad I’ll cut his chopstick dick,” Seulgi growled.

“You mean his eggplant dick,” you corrected her. As soon as the words left your mouth, you felt the need to face-palm yourself.

“What?! Girl, was it that big?!” Max gasped.

You covered your face with your hands, it felt hot in that car, fuck.

“Yeah, I didn’t expect it to be like that either,” you mumbled your voice muffled by your hands.

“Oh, whoa! Min Yoongi hides it well!” Seulgi laughed.

“And… It fitted… You know?” Max asked, curiously.

“Max, God!” Yuna protested.

“What? I’m just curious, I doubt an eggplant would fit in my vagina.”

You laughed, not being able to stop yourself.

“It wasn’t huge, okay?” you said. “I only said an eggplant because Seulgi had compared it to a chopstick. It was a bit above the average size, but nothing too wild.”

“Thick or long?” Seulgi snapped.

You heard Yuna gag.

You still felt your cheeks red, but you guessed the girls were asking you all those questions to brighten your mood a bit. They all knew you loved crazy conversations like that, when they hooked up with other boys or girls you were always the one to make those kind of questions.

“More on the thick side,” you shrugged.

Seulgi let out a satisfied sigh. “Gosh, those are the best.”

“His dick wasn’t his best trait, though…” you said in a low voice, hoping they wouldn’t hear you.

You couldn’t underestimate Seulgi and Max’s abilities.

“Omg! True! You all know what they say about rappers!” Seulgi suddenly exclaimed.

“What?” Max said, confused at first, but as soon as she saw Seulgi moving her tongue out of her mouth, the idea just popped inside her brain. “Ah! The tongue technology!”

“Exactly,” you nodded.

Yuna kept gagging in the backseat. And just like that, you went from being sad and upset over Yoongi to talking about his dick.

. . .

Of course, he was there with the rest of the boys when you arrived. It was no surprise to you, but from the look on his face when he saw you stepping out of Seulgi’s car, it was a huge surprise to him.

You went to collect your bag from the back of the car, and when you stared at the spot he had first been, it was already empty. It didn’t surprise you, but it only added fuel to your frustration.

The boys had already settled the tents and made your own small camp by the shore of the lake. Taehyung had brought Yeontan, who was tied to a tree in case he ran away and got lost in the forest.

You played with Yeontan while you talked with Taehyung and Hoseok about your summer. Some of the boys and girls were playing in the water, taking advantage of the last few minutes of sun.

From time to time, you sent a glance towards Yoongi, who was sitting on top of a rock, watching Jungkook and Jimin play in the water with Seulgi and some girls Gabi had brought.

You wanted to walk towards him and just talk to him, but you stopped yourself.

As the day went by, you grew more and more uncomfortable. The fact that he was so close yet so far felt so strange after how close you had grown during the last six months. You missed him. You missed sitting by his side and just laughing at his sarcastic comments or his weird faces. You wondered if he was missing you too, if he enjoyed making you laugh as much as you enjoyed laughing at his comments and silly jokes. You wondered if he missed sitting by your side and mess around too.

But, from the looks of it, he didn’t.

He wasn’t even looking your way or paying you an ounce of his attention. He was doing such a great job at ignoring you that you were starting to think he wasn’t even trying. That he just didn’t care. After all, if you care a lot about someone, you just don’t let them go, whatever it was that happened between you and that person, you always try to talk, to fix things up, to move on.

You watched him with a bitter expression most of the night while the rest ate their hot dogs and laughed at Hoseok’s silly dances and Seokjin’s jokes. You couldn’t feel happy when your head was full of Yoongi, and what had happened and what could happen next.

It was little past midnight when you saw Yoongi stood up from his seat, the girl he had been talking to looking up at him. She was somehow also the cause of your bitterness, you mean, Yoongi could talk to whomever he wanted, he was completely free, but you couldn’t help but feel a little envious of the girl. He didn’t know her before and was already smiling at her and, at least he was being nice, while with you, when he first met you, he didn’t eve try to get to know you, he didn’t give you a chance. It was unfair.

You watched him say goodbye to the girl and wave at the rest of you, walking towards your tents, set further inside the forest. The girl pouted and scooted closer to Gabi and you.

“He was really cute,” the girl protested in a low voice, only you and Gabi being able to hear it.

You grimaced.

“Why do you say it in past tense?” Gabi laughed.

“Because he said he was tired and that he was going to sleep, we won’t be talking any more.”

“He’s going to bed, not walking out of the Earth, go talk to him.”

Your eyes widened at Gabi’s advice to her friend.

“I’m tired too, I’m going to bed,” you announced quickly, saying goodbye and standing up from your seat on the ground in a rush.

Seulgi and Max looked at you with arched brows, but you didn’t care, trying to find the path Yoongi had followed.

You found him by the shore of the lake, staring towards the dark horizon and the starry sky. The tents were just a few meters away from him, yet he had decided to stay a bit more outside to contemplate the amazing views.

As soon as he heard your footsteps, he turned around, a bit alarmed.

When his eyes landed on you, you felt your breath get caught in your throat and almost stopped dead in your tracks. He recognized you in the darkness and turned around once again without saying a word.

“Can we talk?” you asked, your voice confident despite your wobbling legs and frantic heartbeat.

“Talk about what?” he murmured.

You took some more steps towards him.

“What happened two weeks ago.”

He breathed in the night air, taking a minute to answer you.

“There’s nothing to talk about, then.”

You narrowed your eyes, even though he was facing his back to you and he wasn’t able to see your facial expressions.

“Are you being serious right now?” you asked, starting to feel yourself getting riled up.

“You tell me,” he turned around in a quick movement, eyes piercing into yours.

You scoffed.

“You’re such a coward, you know?”

“Says the girl who’s –“

“Don’t speak about following dreams now, this is not about following dreams and you know it,” you spat, making him shut his mouth. “Just because you risked it all just to follow your dreams, doesn’t mean you’re the bravest person on Earth. You run away each time something doesn’t go the way you wanted it to.”

“Pff,” he scoffed.

“Why are you avoiding me, then?”

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“And what are you doing? Pretending I don’t exist?”

Yoongi didn’t answer to you, simply turning around once again and facing his back to you. The weather was warm, but the heat you were feeling through your body had nothing to do with the weather. You couldn’t believe Yoongi was acting like that, he was back to being that rude and cold boy you first met when you accidentally spilled his iced americano all over him.

“That won’t make what happened disappear from your mind,” you continued. If he wanted to be left in peace, you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Talking won’t probably make you forget either, but at least we’ll sort things out. I know you feel embarrassed about what happened, but I feel embarrassed too, the only difference here is that apparently I’m the only one who cares enough about this friendship to overcome that embarrassment and talk things out.”

You waited for Yoongi to say something, but he stood still.

You shook your head. “I’ve been so naïve all these past months, thinking I was a friend to you… I told you everything about me, but you never opened up yourself to me, that should have been the first warning. And now, the first ‘issue’ we have, you run away and completely avoid me. That’s cool to know, thanks for showing me your true colors.”

You turned around, determined to go back to where the group was and act as if nothing had happened.

“What do you want me to do about it, huh?” you heard the voice of Yoongi from behind you.

You turned around, he was facing you again. Should you talk to him? Or should you act as immaturely as him and keep walking away from him? You gulped. If you wanted him to act maturely, you guessed you should start acting maturely too. And acting maturely meant stopping running away from your feelings too. If you were going to lay your cards on the table, you better lay all of them.

“I want you to tell me if what happened two weeks ago changes something between us,” you said, your voice low.

Yoongi narrowed his eyes.

“Of course it changes what’s between us, it changes everything,” he said. “It was stupid of the both of us. It ruined everything. Nothing’s ever going to be the same, don’t you see it?”

He raised his voice with every word, sounding angry and frustrated.

“Of course I see it!” you said, raising your voice too. The anger you had been bottling up for the past two weeks coming to the surface. “That’s exactly why I wanted to talk about it, because I don’t want it to change us!”

“But we can’t erase what happened, we can act as if didn’t happen, try to forget about it, but nothing will ever be the same, don’t you realize it? Talking is useless, our friendship is already ruined!”

A thick silence followed his words, only interrupted by the sounds of the cicadas and the distant laughs of your friends.

You narrowed your eyes at Yoongi, feeling your heart shattering in a million pieces. Was it disappointment what you were feeling?

“So you’re just going to let what we did two weeks ago while we were drunk ruin everything? I thought our friendship was important enough for you not to let it slip so easily.”

“It doesn’t matter how important it was, Y/N,” he said. “We had sex. We fucked, for fuck’s sake. I can’t erase the memories from my head, I can’t stare at you the same way. Do you think I can go to your dorm and lay on your bed watching movies with you and be comfortable again?”

“Yeah,” you said, not giving in. “If you wanted to, yeah, you could. It won’t be easy, but it looks like you’re not willing to make the effort.”

“No, maybe I’m not,” he said, shaking his head. With every word, he hurt you a bit more. “Because I’ve been in this position before, and I know how it ends. I’m not willing to go through the same shit twice.”

“Go through the same shit…” you repeated, your voice low and eyes focusing on your old black Converse. “That’s how you truly think?”

“I wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t the way I think.”

You lifted your eyes. You wanted to cry but somehow the tears wouldn’t fall. “Then, we’ve already talked about everything. We’ll forget about what happened and we’ll forget about each other, simple as that. You agree?”

“Yeah” he breathed. He didn’t even hesitate about his answer.

You scoffed. It was such a shame to lose a friendship like the one you shared, but you guessed you were the one who was losing more than a friend.

You opened your mouth to say something else, anything, but no words would come out. You had already said everything you wanted to say. There was no point in prolonging that conversation.

You shrugged and shook your head. That was how your friendship would end? It looked like it was.

You gave him one last look, but it was brief, because you felt as if you couldn’t hold your tears back anymore. Turning around quickly, you walked towards your tent and away from Yoongi as fast as you could. He didn’t try to stop you, nor did he try to stop you when you picked a bus back to the city first thing in the morning.

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Haunting

Prompt: Whumptober Day 22, Hallucination

Summary: Dr. Iplier comes down with a horrible fever and starts seeing patients he wasn't able to save.

Warnings: Hallucinating, blood, gore, body horror, disfigurement, referenced death and suicide, seriously y’all read at your own risk

Tagging: @peribloke​ @tired-eldritchhorror (ask to be tagged!)

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The fever catches Dr. Iplier by surprise, though it probably shouldn’t have. He’s been running on empty for too long, overworking himself so much that his body is taking drastic measures to get him to stop. Now, Dr. Iplier is stuck in bed, temperature climbing, as The Host watches over him and tries to keep him cool – and Yandereplier hovers nearby, worried and unsure. The pair are trying to decide when they ought to bring Plus in to help out, and if there’s anything he can do that Host and Yandere can’t do already.

Dr. Iplier, though, isn’t aware of any of this. He feels like the fever is cooking him, overheating him from the brain out. It’s hotter than hellfire, and hell is where his mind decides he must be. Everything is dark, shrouded, indistinct, but there’s people appearing before him, familiar people. People who he shouldn’t be seeing, people who died a long time ago.

Patients, of all ages, surrounding him. Everywhere Dr. Iplier looks, there’s someone he failed. Elderly people who died in their sleep, in their beds at the clinic. Little children who choked on strawberries or had allergic reactions. Accident victims who came to Dr. Iplier mangled, already halfway to the grave. People murdered, shot or stabbed or drowned or even set ablaze before their time. Overdoses, unintentional or not. People whose times of death were already written in immovable red when they arrived, and died accordingly. People who might have lived, who almost lived, if not for bad luck, complications, misdiagnoses, mistakes that Dr. Iplier made. He doesn’t make them often, but he does, and they’re here, they’re all here, moaning and wailing and cursing him for failing them.

“I miss Mommy and Daddy,” cries a little boy, face swollen and red with anaphylaxis.

“I just wanted a fix, I wasn’t supposed to die,” yells a pale, convulsing man with bulging eyes and needle marks up his arms.

“I can’t leave my dad, I’m all he has,” gasps a teenage girl pulled from a car wreck, with brown hair and barely any face left to talk with.

“My poor wife, what’ll she do without me?” asks an old man, with purple-smudged eyes and two brain aneurysms that can’t be seen from the outside.

But Dr. Iplier knows they’re there. He remembers. He remembers every single patient, every single sobbing relative, every single flatlined monitor and clouded pair of eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he wails, “I tried, I tried, I didn’t want you to die either, I’m sorry!”

(“Dad, hey, it’s okay! What are you talking about!?”

“He’s hallucinating from the fever. He may not be aware of us right now.”)

The visions get worse, the people crowd around, they wail and scream to match Dr. Iplier’s volume. Wherever Dr. Iplier turns, there’s another accusing glare.

“I was having a heart attack and you couldn’t see it,” sobs a middle-aged woman, as pale as the corpse she became.

“You should’ve waited longer to discharge me,” groans a man, bones cracked and head dented after his still-bad hip gave him a fall down the stairs.

“I didn’t mean to,” cries a little girl, one eye and half her brain blown away from the pistol she wasn’t supposed to have access to.

“I thought I wanted to die, but you shouldn’t have let me,” says a teenage boy, monotone and sad, neck stretched too long and feet swollen with pooled blood.

“I know, I know, I know,” Dr. Iplier sobs, “I failed, I should’ve been better, I’m sorry!”

(“Shhh, shhh, darling, you’re alright, you’re safe.”

“Should we get Midori-kun?”

“The Host isn’t sure. Dr. Iplier’s hallucinations won’t go away instantly, even with fever reducers. It might be best to wait it out. Dr. Iplier has done as much with the two of us before.”)

If it were only this, it would be terrible but not unbearable. If it were only human patients glaring and screaming at him, only pairs and pairs of human hands grabbing his hair, arms, legs, trying to pull him down into hell with them, trying to draw him further into the fire, then Dr. Iplier might still have enough awareness to know that what he’s seeing isn’t real. But it isn’t just human patients.

It’s egos, too. Every single one of the many, many egos that faded away and died, forgotten by the fans, but never by Dr. Iplier. Never by Dr. Iplier, who sat by them and tried to make them comfortable until their inevitable end. Who could do nothing at all but sit with them and wait for them to die. They’re here, they crowd around like the humans did, but their faces and voices are familiar, their glares and wails and accusations hurt so much more.

“I was meant to make masterpieces,” laments Artiplier in his thick French accent, crying so hard he’s nearly incomprehensible. “Didn’t you tell me I could do great things? But it was lies, you lied, menteur, menteur.” His white shirt is now stained a multitude of colors as rainbows flow from gashes and lines across his body. He never looked like that when he was alive, he was never hurt so badly, but the fever heat of Dr. Iplier’s mind makes it so.

“I didn’t, I didn’t mean…” Dr. Iplier gasps.

“You never gave me hope,” mutters the deep, droning tone of Goopiplier, his once-white ectoplasm now red and brown with blood, holes and cracking dry skin peeking through gaps in the sludge. “You always knew I was going to die. You didn’t give me any reason to hold on.”

“I’m sorry,” Dr. Iplier whimpers, “Your time was red, I couldn’t–”

“I was so happy, and just like that it was gone,” Walter Melone Warfstache moans, purple moustache dripping purple blood that runs from his nose, eyes, ears. “Did Wilford forget me, too?”

“I don’t know,” Dr. Iplier whispers, unable to speak louder, “I don’t know.”

“What about my brother?” cries the tinny, high-pitched voice of Mini Bing. He stands on exposed joints, his chest is missing metal plates, still-sparking wires poke out of his arms. His sunglasses are shattered, and one eye hangs loose, attached by a thread of optic wire that threatens to snap at any moment. His other eye leaks tears to mix with the oil flowing like blood. “Why did I die so fast? There was so much we were supposed to do together!”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t, I couldn’t–” sobs Dr. Iplier.

“At least you both knew your brothers,” wails Weatherman Jim, his movements hampered by the mangled mess of ripped flesh and bone shards that is the entire left side of his body.

“We wanted to, we wanted to,” cries Newscaster Jim, his right side just as ruined and bloody, trying to hold Weather Jim close with his one good arm. “If you’d just kept us alive for a few more weeks, we could’ve!”

“There was nothing I could do!” Dr.  Iplier screams.

“What kind of doctor are you!?” sneers the gruff, angry voice of the latest ego lost, Derek Derekson. He’s bruised so bad the skin is broken, blood is so thick in his mouth he’s hard to understand, both his glaring eyes are blackened and swollen. “You of all people ought to know that a son needs his father, and now mine’s alone because of you!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!!” Dr. Iplier howls.

And he is, he is sorry. Derek was nearly as cruel as Dark and as callous as Wilford but he was still one of them, still an ego, still one of the many people that were supposed to call Ego Inc. home but never had long enough to do it. More and more egos, crowding, haunting with their familiarity, horrifying with their bodies; unbroken in life but somehow mangled in death. Dr. Iplier struggles against pairs of hands, dozens, hundreds, egos and humans both, trying to drag him under as he kicks and screams.

(“Dad, hey, calm down! Katarite-san, he’s getting worse!!”

“It’s time to get Plus. Go, The Host will stay with Dr. Iplier.”

“I’ll be right back, Dad, I love you.”

“Edward, can you hear me at all?”)

A new face appears before Dr. Iplier, one he’d never wanted to see again. He moans with terror, tears pouring as he stares into the gaping eye sockets of The Author. His signature shark-fin hair is flat and matted with blood, blood that waterfalls from his empty eye sockets, rustling the strips of dead tissue hanging over the edges and down his cheeks. All the skin without blood soaking it is bluish-white, nearly gray in places, the color and texture of a corpse. His hands are bloody as they reach out and cup Dr. Iplier’s cheeks, his teeth are bloody as he opens his mouth to speak.

“You left me,” he moans, yet in that sharp, clear tone that Dr. Iplier fell for, “You turned your back on me and left me vulnerable. I died because you gave up on me when I wanted to fix things.” His fingers creep across Dr. Iplier’s cheeks, catching tears, but the touch has no comfort in it. “You gave Dark an opening and he took it. And you lost me forever. The Host has my body and my memory, but he is not me. I’m gone. I’m gone. You let me go. You let me die.” His grip on Dr. Iplier tightens, nails digging into his head, like he means to wrench it around and snap his neck. “Do you ever miss me, Edward?” he snarls, “Do you remember what we had? Do you think about me when you let him fuck you like I used to? Does he taste like me? You moved on with him so nicely, you keep telling him you love him how he is now. Do you care at all for what you lost? Did you ever love me at all?”

“Isaac, let me go! I’m sorry, please, I love you, I love you, let me go!” Dr. Iplier wails, fighting The Author’s hands.

(“My love, I know what you’re seeing, and it’s not real! It’s alright, Edward, you’re safe, I promise you’re safe, please hear me!”

“Katarite-san, I brought Midori-kun!”

“Host, what was his temperature when you last checked?”

“Dad, Dad, you’re gonna be okay, can you hear me??”)

Finally, finally, The Author’s hands tear away from Dr. Iplier, but he can still feel the man’s blood on his cheeks, and he sobs, sobs…until a new voice, singsong and high-pitched, floats in from somewhere unidentifiable.

“Kagome, kagome, kago no naka no tori wa…”

“What–” Dr. Iplier gasps.

“Itsu, itsu deyaru, yoake no ban ni…”

“No, no, you’re not, you’re not–” Dr. Iplier sobs.

“Tsuru to kame ga subetta,” Yandere sings as he finally comes into view, “Ushiro no shoumen dare?”

“How!?” Dr. Iplier screams. “I didn’t, you didn’t–” His own tears cut him off.

Yandere stands before him with every injury he’s ever had in his skin, in his bones. His head is caved in, his jaw is cracked and hanging loose, one eye is sliced over and leaking like jelly out of the socket. His shirt is so torn to ribbons it doesn’t cover him at all, and Dr. Iplier can see his open ribcage, the bones bent away and snapped off, revealing his quiet heart and motionless lungs. The gash up his side that almost killed him is open again, and ropes of intestine spill out, flopping and twitching on the ground. Yandere holds one loop in his hand, twirling it absentmindedly, and his other hand is half-sliced off, a perfect diagonal across his fingers and through his palm. His arms are so cut up it’s hard to see the skin, his legs are crooked and bent in too many places.

“You’re right, I haven’t died,” Yandere says, words garbled from his shattered jaw. He smiles as well as he’s able, his tone is light and happy. “But I will. You haven’t failed me yet, but you will.” His good eye closes mirthfully; his bad eye shivers and rolls as it tries to copy the action. “One day you won’t get to me in time, or you’ll make a mistake, and I’ll die just like the rest of them.” He steps closer. “I almost did die, when I was a baby, do you remember? ‘Cause I do.” He reaches into his own chest with his bad hand, nudges his dead heart with the stumps of his fingers. “I remember how you didn’t even have the decency to tell me I was dying.”

“But you weren’t!!” Dr. Iplier insists.

“You thought I was, though, didn’t you?” Yandere asks. “You were so surprised when I survived. I could’ve faded away and you wouldn’t have ever let me know.” He drops the intestine in his hand and picks at the exposed tendons in his other hand instead, making his arm muscles twitch and jump. “Maybe you don’t care. Maybe you’d be happier if I was dead. Maybe that’s why you let me get hurt all the time.”

“Baby, baby, my baby, please,” Dr. Iplier bawls.

“One of these days I’ll die, Papa,” Yandere continues, still messing with his open fingers, “I’ll die horribly, I’ll bleed to death or get my head chopped off or get mangled in an accident, and it’ll be your fault. It’ll be your fault, because you’re my dad, and you’re supposed to protect me.” He reaches into his chest, squeezes his own heart until it squelches and pops under the strain. “You’ll fail me one day, Papa, you’ll fail me and I’ll hate you forever.”

“Please, no,” Dr. Iplier sobs, “Yan, I love you, I love you, please–”

(“I love you too, Papa, it’s okay, it’s okay!”

“I’ll give him an acetaminophen injection to reduce his fever. Host, help me keep him still.”

“Be careful, be careful!!”

“We’ll be very careful, Yandere. There’s no need to cry.”)

Too many hands, too many hands, pushing him down, pulling him under, deeper and deeper into that rising heat, the heat of blood and muscle, of bone marrow, of brain matter, of friction from cold hands scrabbling over each other to yank on Dr. Iplier’s hair and clothes, pulling, pulling, all the way down, into the hellfire, hotter and hotter and hotter –

(“The fever should start going down soon.”

“Is there any way he can be sedated?”

“No, it’s not safe right now. Maybe if his fever gets lower and he’s still hallucinating.”

“The Host…The Host understands.”

“You should both go and clear your heads. I can take care of him from here on out.”

“Wait, we can’t just leave him! W-We can’t–”

“Yandere, there’s nothing more we can do here. Our presence only made Dr. Iplier’s hallucinations worse, and we…we are in no condition to provide him comfort.”

“He’ll be alright, Yandere, I’ll make sure.”

“Come along, little one, The Host has s-some new books in the library he’d like to show you.”

“O-Okay…”)

Dr. Iplier, after what feels like years of heat and haze and moaning corpses, finally tires. His mind exhausts itself and Dr. Iplier finds himself dragged down a different way, not into hellish hands, but into dark and dreamless sleep. He welcomes it, welcomes anything to stop the onslaught of anguished spirits still clawing at his lab coat.

Finally, finally, he sleeps.

~~~

When Dr. Iplier wakes up, he’s still warm, but not sweltering like before. It’s still dark around him, but not foggy or strange. He looks around and sees nothing but the walls of his bedroom. There’s a weight in bed beside him, and he looks down to see Yandere, whole and unharmed, curled up and asleep, snuggled into his chest.

No spirits. No monsters. No dead. Just his bedroom, just night.

He sighs as he puts an arm around Yandere. Something nearby rustles and shifts, and Dr. Iplier looks away from Yandere to see The Host, rousing himself from sleep in the chair he’s sitting in. Perfectly normal Host, maybe a little bloodier than usual, but nothing out of the ordinary.

“Did I wake you?” Dr. Iplier asks, and realizes his voice is sore. Probably from his earlier screaming.

“Technically, yes,” Host admits. His voice is off, too. He probably cried earlier. “But I’m glad for it. I…” He pauses, unsure. “Are you alright?”

Dr. Iplier still remembers the hallucinations. He knows they weren’t real, but he can’t help but feel them all the same. He’ll probably remember them for a while. But Host is here, and he’s fine, and Yandere’s here, and he’s fine.

Dr. Iplier beckons Host closer, and Host leaves his chair to sit on the bed instead. But Dr. Iplier pulls him closer with the arm not around Yandere, and Host adjusts, laying next to him to hold him. The rustling and movement wakes Yandere, who clings to Dr. Iplier tighter.

“Are you okay, Papa?” he asks, voice small and eyes sparkling with tears. Dr. Iplier feels a pang of answering sympathy. He can only imagine how his own despair and terror looked from the outside, both to Yandere and Host. He kisses Yandere’s forehead softly and turns his head to kiss Host just as gently.

“I am now,” Dr. Iplier whispers, answering both his loved ones’ questions.

#whumptober2019 #no.22 #dr. iplier #markiplier fanfiction #markiplier #fanfic #kristin says stuff #my writing #hhhhhhhhhhh #it ends about as okay as it could've but like #idk #i just felt like going apeshit i guess