#they are friend zoning each other SO HARD it's almost delusional

[purpleorange]

Every Jolyon lore after Beyond Light be like:

#Destiny2 #the crow #jolyon till #uldren sov #they are friend zoning each other SO HARD it's almost delusional

[psychologyofhaylor]

Taylor Swift uses a lot of similar phrases throughout her albums. She uses the words 'I remember' or 'do you remember' a lot. She sings a lot of: do you miss me?/I bet you miss me/so it goes/2am/3am. She seems to like certain words, phrases, and times which are used in songs about different people.

People think that 1989 words and phrases used in songs on other albums after 1989 has to be about Harry and use it as "proof." Using that logic, a lot of songs on 1989 must be about Jake. "I Wish You Would" has parallels to "I Almost Do." "Style" and "OOTW" has parallels to "All Too Well." She sings "I remember" more times in "ATW" than she does in "OOTW," but ever since "OOTW," it has become a Harry phrase. Taylor writes about car rides and bad driving in "ATW" ("We're singing in the car, getting lost upstate"/'Cause there we are again on that little town street, You almost ran the red 'cause you were looking over at me").

Driving/riding in a car/hotels/hallways are common words that writers use and EVERYONE can relate to. Unless you live in very large city where you take the bus, train or subway, everybody rides in cars on a regular basis. 99% of buildings and houses have hallways. All singers and actors travel for tours, filming and promo - meaning they all stay in hotels. These words aren't special to Taylor and Harry. Jake flew Taylor out to a town near London while he was doing promo for a movie (clue: flew me to places I've never been). They stayed in a hotel together, where there are hallways. It's insane that people think if either Taylor or Harry write about driving, riding in cars, bad driving, hotels, or hallways, that it is somehow "Haylor proof." All because of a couple of songs assumed to be about each other have those words in it.

When Larries compare things like this in Harry & Louis' songs and assume it's "Larry proof" people think they are crazy and delusional. Right? (I'm not a Larry - just comparing Haylors and Larries and pointing out hypocrisy).

Sometimes Taylor might use the same or similar phrases on purpose, but a lot of the time she most likely uses same phrases without realizing it, or because she likes them, or they sound good in the song. Taylor & Harry are allowed to use the same words and similar phrases without it meaning it has to be about the other person. Song parallels from various artists are everywhere if you actively look for it. Since Haylors actively look for it in Taylor and Harry's songs, of course they'll find parallels.

There are repeated or similar melodies in songs that are unrelated to who they are about also. It's hard to come up with a completely different melody for every song. Sometimes there is going to be similar melodies, rhythms, beats, sounds and chord progressions, etc in songs written by the same writers, musicians, and producers. I've noticed it in other artists also. It happens. How can it not? As soon as I heard "The Very First Night" from Red, it reminded me of "Mine" from Speak Now The similarities don't mean anything to anybody because "Mine" isn't a Haylor song. But people notice similarities in "Question...?" and "Out of the Woods" because . . . Haylor. Therefore, they think it definitely has to be about Harry. It very well could be about Harry. I don't think it's 100% proof though. People think the New Year's Eve kiss is the kissing in the crowded room part. Here are some things to think about.

Taylor & Harry's NYE kiss took place outside at Time's Square. Outdoors is not a "room." None of their friends were there, only security guards.

Taylor & Calvin kissed at the 2015 Billboard Awards (an actual room). Taylor's girl squad (the ones in the "Bad Blood" video) were there in the front row sitting next to them, along with Ed and her brother. Everyone is clapping. Makes more sense, right? But it's not Haylor, so nobody will see this explanation as a probable one.

People are so zoned into Haylor that they only see things that relate to Haylor. Even though there are clues to point to Jake, a lot of people think "Maroon" has to be about Harry because there is a picture of them doing the jump from Dirty Dancing at Madison Square Garden in NYC. There are also pictures and videos of Taylor and Tom dancing at the Met Gala in NYC. Maybe she took her boots off at some point? Just because we don't have a picture of it, doesn't mean it didn't happen. Taylor lived in NYC while dating Calvin. He's a DJ. Just because we don't have a picture of them dancing means they never danced? Taylor and Jake dated in NYC. That's were Jake's sister lives - where they celebrated Thanksgiving. They got lost in upstate New York - where they danced in the refrigerator light in the middle of the night (meaning no shoes). She was basically in NYC with all her boyfriends (award shows, parties, events, etc.) So many possibilities. I'm sure she danced barefoot with several people in New York. We just don't know about it. But haylors think it could only be about Harry because they know of a picture from 2012.

Haylors act like Taylor has only kissed Harry, has only held hands with Harry, has only danced with Harry, has only showed affection with Harry, and has only loved Harry because of some pictures from December 2012.

Look at Taylor & Conor. He's "so tall" and "handsome as. . ." Harry is only an inch or two taller than Taylor. Just saying . . .

If outside at Times Square can be a crowded room, this can be a crowded room as well.

People blow off Conor Kennedy as a non-serious brief summer fling. But. . . they dated just as long as Taylor dated Harry, if not longer.

"Everything Has Changed" is about Conor and was written in May 2012. In an interview, Ed said they wrote "Everything Has Changed" about a week after they wrote "Run." He said they wrote "Run" while eating burgers at a hotel, and that it was the first song they wrote together. They both tweeted this on May 15, 2012.

[Ed Sheeran Interview] “We wrote 'Run' and then we wrote 'Everything Has Changed' maybe like a week later."

So, the song about Conor was written around May 22, give or take a few days. Taylor describes the song as "this moment that both people are having when they see each other and all of a sudden the world looks different, cause everything changed." 

Lyrics from "Everything Has Changed": "And all I've seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes and freckles, and your smile in the back of my mind making me feel like I just wanna know you better."

Now, just hearing those lyrics you'd think Harry. But her Red liner notes say: Hyannis Port - meaning it's about Conor Kennedy. Conor has green eyes. Whenever there's a song about green eyes, people go duh - Harry. But it could apply to Conor as well.

It sounds like Taylor & Conor met and liked each other in May (so much for her big crush on Harry in April). Tabloids didn't find out about them dating until they were together at the Kennedy 4th of July party, so therefore people don't think they started dating until July. Taylor bought a house near the Kennedy compound in August to be closer to Conor. You wouldn't do that if you weren't serious about somebody. Taylor visited Conor at boarding school in early September. The tabloids didn't report the news of their breakup until October. Maybe they were still together through most of September. I don't know. Whether it was the beginning, the middle, or the end of September, they had broken up by October. That means they dated at least 3 months, possibly 4. She had already completed writing for Red before they broke up (timelines say she finished writing in June). Where are the Conor breakup songs? 1989 was her next album.

Just because Taylor and Calvin had a bad breakup, and she didn't write heartbreak songs about him, doesn't mean they weren't in love for most of the 15 months they were together. In an interview in 2015, Taylor described their relationship as "magical." Calvin said Taylor checked off so many boxes, including boxes he didn't even knew existed until he met her. A lot of people didn't like Calvin, so they like to think their relationship wasn't serious. Taylor and Calvin loved each other at the time, whether people think they did or not.

Taylor also loved Jake Gyllenhaal. I think people are quick to dismiss this relationship because they hate Jake for breaking Taylor's heart. Therefore he's the "bad" guy. She wrote such heartbroken songs about him because she was that in love with him and thought he was the one she was going to marry. "WANEGBT" is a fun and catchy diss song that may imply she didn't care or that she was over him, but she was devastated over the breakup. "All Too Well" proves that. Tears came to her eyes while singing "ATW" during the Red tour. In a Red interview, she said she was "so in love" with him. She wanted to get back together, but couldn't go through the pain again.

She said she really wanted to call him, but wrote the song "I Almost Do" instead. Lyrics in "I Almost Do":

I bet you think I either moved on or hate you Cause each time you reach out, there’s no reply I bet it never, ever occurred to you That I can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye

[Chorus] And I just wanna tell you It takes everything in me not to call you And I wish I could run to you And I hope you know that Every time I don’t, I almost do, I almost do

She wrote "Better Man" in 2011 after their breakup. This song could also be about Jake. These are some lyrics in the song: "We might still be in love, if you were a better man, You would've been the one, If you were a better man" She's saying Jake (or whoever it's about) would've been "the one," if he had loved her as much as she loved him.

I've seen a lot of Haylors think "The 1" is about Harry, because they can only imagine him as being "the one." People have built up Taylor & Harry's relationship in their heads because they choose to think everything is about Haylor. People consider Harry as the "good" boyfriend because Taylor didn't write devastatingly heartbroken or diss songs about him like she did for other exes, so therefore, those boyfriends are "bad." At the time she was being criticized for writing diss songs about her famous exes, thus "Blank Space." Would she have written a diss song about Harry otherwise? She was changing her image in a lot of ways during the 1989 era. Just some things to think about.

Along with writing "nice" songs about Harry, Taylor gave people hope for keeping Haylor alive by saying things like they never go out of style and that she feels like "Harry" could interrupt her wedding. This was her feelings though, not Harry's. This is how she felt at that time in her life. She also felt like Joe Jonas and Jake Gyllenhaal could have been "the one" while she was dating them. Probably Calvin Harris for awhile too.

She never said "The 1" was about one of her exes though. She wrote this while she was in a serious relationship with Joe. Someone she thought was end game. If you felt that way about someone, would you write these lyrics from a brief relationship from years ago? "If my wishes came true, It would've been you." How would you feel if your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse wrote that about one of their exes?

Aaron Dessner told Vulture, “It’s clear that “the 1” is not written from her perspective. It’s written from another friend’s perspective. There’s an emotional wryness and rawness, while also to this kind of wink in her eyes. There’s a little bit of her sense of humor in there, in addition to this kind of sadness that exists both underneath and on the surface. I enjoy that about her writing.”

#haylor #haylor songs

[jisungsmochi]

rest your love - lee haechan

don’t worry!! i didn’t forget about this series hehe,, i personally really liked this one!! i’m probably going to try and write more often!

anyways pls enjoy,, i’ll link my masterlist for the other parts of this series (nct dream as ‘the vamps’ songs)

word count: 2.2k 

summary: “when the world gets loud, baby you can rest your love on me”

haechan never understood why people liked to be chased. he thought that all he needed to do was ask someone out and boom, a beautiful relationship. until he befriends you, and learns that sometimes people just need a shoulder to lean on, before they can rest their love on someone.

//

I see you move, so I do understand

Why you get attention?

I hear you talk, but I don't comprehend

Why I get no mention?

“it’s physically impossible to dislike me, i’m just a catch” haechan brags while walking to his first college class, his friends, renjun and jaemin trailing behind him.

“just because everyone liked you in high school, doesn’t mean people will in college. it’s a completely different ball game” renjun rolled his eyes at how overly optimistic and delusional his friend was being.

“ah let him live, he’ll find out soon enough” jaemin chuckles softly as he and renjun wave to haechan,  scurrying off to their own lectures.

haechan shrugs, not taking in any of his friends words. he stumbled into the classroom, scanning for an empty seat. he quickly made his way to a spare desk, pulling out all his materials. just as the tutor walked into the room, his eyes met those of, who he believed, was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. you flaunted your way to the last empty seat, which happened to be next to the awfully cheery boy, smiling at you.

you weren’t having the best day, immediately regretting your choice of a desk mate. as soon as you sat down, haechan was a blabbering mess. he shot questions left and right at you, despite the fact you barely responded to any of them. you just assumed he wanted to make friends fast, or he was just a chatterbox. “so how are you doing on this fine day?” he mutters to you, but received a stern glare in response. you tilted your head to the front of the room, zoning in on your tutor. haechan would lie if he said he didn’t feel slightly deflated. usually he had no problem making conversation with strangers. but you were so cold, so uninterested, it really hurt his ego. maybe renjun was right, not everyone would like him. but haechan was an unbelievably stubborn optimist. he was going to befriend you, no matter how long it took.

//

And you know, you know where to find me

Yeah, you know where to go when you're looking for love

And you know, you know where I'm hiding

Yeah, you know

it had been over three weeks since haechan first met you and you still wouldn’t budge. you only spoke to him during group tasks, other than that you continued to ignore his advances. haechan got the message loud and clear that you weren’t going to pay him attention. it took a toll on his own self confidence, until renjun gave him a stern talking to,

“god don’t let her get to your head, dude!! she’s awful for not wanting to be friends with you”

haechan pouted, “but she’s so pretty, i can’t just ignore her”

at that moment, he received a notification on his phone.

y/n: is this haechan? i think you took my notes by accident

his eyes widened, how did you even get his facebook account?

he scrambled around his room, looking into his backpack and surely enough, there were your notes, prettily written up.

haechan: hello! i do have your notes, i can meet you somewhere to hand it back? maybe the cafe? we can get something to eat!

renjun was now peering over haechan’s shoulder, too invested in this interaction.

y/n: no it’s fine, just give it to me next class, thanks

after reading your message, renjun bursted out laughing.

“dude that’s brutal, she’s something else” haechan fiddled with his phone, glaring at the other boy. he clicked on your profile, sending you a friend request as he scrolled through your posts. he saw that your friends had wished you a happy birthday, almost a year ago. he then realised it was in a few days...

“i have the perfect plan to get her to notice me” haechan smirks, renjun rolling his eyes,

“you’re ridiculous”

//

it was a friday afternoon, when haechan stumbled into class. you looked over at him, expecting some type of greeting, but you didn’t hear a peep from the boy.

strange, you thought to yourself.

as you were preparing for the lesson, haechan pulled something out of his bag. you looked over, noticing a small pink box now placed on your side of the table. you raised your eyebrow at him, in which he whispered,

“happy birthday, y/n”

your face froze. how did he know it was your birthday?

you looked back at the small box, slowly moving your hands to open it. to your surprise, there was a red velvet cupcake, decorated with a ton of rainbow sprinkles. there was a tiny picket that said:

“happy birthday, cutie!”

you couldn’t hide your smile, which only made haechan swoon even more. you weren’t the type to make a big deal out of your birthday, but this gesture from haechan truly made your day. you bit your lip softly, eyes meeting his.

“t-thankyou, haechan. i really appreciate this” you smiled at him softly, not caring that you were now on speaking terms with him.

“anything for you, y/n” he cheerfully responded, turning his attention to the front of the room.

maybe lee haechan was worth letting in...

//

the days following, haechan would spam you with random texts throughout the day. initially you would have been annoyed, but after his generous birthday gift, you started to enjoy his company. although you wouldn’t say it to his face, you silently appreciated him.

“how is my beautiful, y/n doing?” he smirked as he walked with you after class. he’d always compliment you, each time making you gush inside.

“i’m alright, have a ton of homework to do though” you sigh, thinking back to the stack of work you had on your desk.

“oh poor thing! do you want to copy my work? i have it here right now i ca-“

“no, haechan, it’s okay. if i need help, i’ll just...call you or something” you paused, looking over at the boy whose eyes just lit up like a christmas tree.

“of course you can call me! call me anytime you want!” he exclaimed. you shake your head softly at him as you both continued walking.

once haechan met up with renjun and jaemin again, he couldn’t stop gushing about you.

“...and then she said i could call her! well she said she’d call me, but same thing” he explained your interaction to his two friends as they were eating at a local diner.

“so romantic” renjun sarcastically comments, causing jaemin to elbow him slightly.

“i think it’s a good step! i mean atleast she’s talking to you now” jaemin chimed in, feeding into his friend’s cheerful nature.

“yeah! i have a lot of hope for us” haechan smiles to himself, in which jaemin and renjun looked over at eachother before rolling their eyes.

you did end up calling haechan that night, as you were stuck on the very last question of the homework.

“y/n, it’s hard to explain, let me just send you my answer” haechan insisted,

“no, i feel guilty” you sigh, placing down your pen.

“it’s really okay, i want to help you” you bit your lip, eventually giving in.

“okay fine, but i’ll owe you something in return” you agree, hoping whatever he wanted wouldn’t be too bad.

“hmmm how about going to the movies with me this weekend? i know you wanted to see the new zombie one that just came out” he suggested. although you were shocked he was practically asking you on a date, were more shocked he remembered you talking about this movie.

“do you really think that is proportionate to what you’re doing for me?” you roll your eyes playfully, finding his advances quite endearing.

“yep!! take it or leave it” you hesitated for a moment, what’s the worst that could happen?

“okay fine, you have yourself a deal” you replied. haechan quickly put himself on mute (or so he thought), letting out a loud ‘YES!’, before returning to the call. you had heard everything, softly chuckling to yourself.

he was pretty cute.

//

That when the stars go out, you can rest your love on me

And when the world gets loud, baby, you can rest your love on me

“that ending was terrible” you pouted as you left the cinema with haechan.

“it wasn’t so bad, it could have been worse” he shrugged, leading you to the next location.

“hm i guess so, by the way, where are we going anyway?” you questioned, walking alongside him, observing your surroundings.

“this cool burger place i found online, here i’ll show you some photos” he pulled out his phone, swiping through the photos. you nodded along, agreeing to let him lead the way.

“y/n? is that you?” you heard a deep voice call, you head shot up, so did haechan’s.

“who’s that?” your mouth went dry. your body froze up. why was he here? why did he have to call out to you?

“oh my god it is you! long time no see” the mysterious boy approached the pair of you, completely disregarding haechan’s existence. he noticed how uncomfortable you were, eyes flickering between the boy and you. he placed his arm loosely around your back, the other boy’s eyes following in suit.

“oh i see, you’re dating someone. dang, i guess i missed my shot. he doesn’t seem like your type” the boy scoffed, arms folded as he stared you both down.

“w-we have to go” you finally bring yourself to mutter, pulling haechan along with you.

“y/n who was that?” haechan kept repeating, which only made you want to cry.

“he’s my ex, okay? just take me home” you sniffled, haechan immediately became concerned. he didn’t ask any further questions, driving you straight back to your place.

as he reached your house, he looked over at you, tears brimming your eyes.

“i-i’m sorry that our day was cut short. i was really enjoying myself. my ex and i ended on pretty bad terms and i would just like some time alone right now, i hope you understand” you sniffled, which made haechan’s heart ache.

“you don’t have to apologise. you know where to find me if you need me. i’ll be waiting for you to open up to me one day, y/n. however long it takes” he assures you, leaving you with a warm feeling in your stomach. you just nodded back at him, making your way into your house.

haechan sat in his car for a while, wishing he could take away all your pain.

//

you invited haechan to meet you at the local park. with no further questions, he rushed out of his room, eager to see you again. you waited patiently on the small bench, swinging your legs back and forth. you heard heavy footsteps approach, your eyes meeting those of the boy who radiated happiness.

“are you alright?” haechan starts as he takes a seat next to you, leaving a small gap between you both.

“y-yeah, i’m ready to tell you everything” you began,

“he and i ‘dated’ two years ago. i say ‘dated’ because well, i thought we were, but turns out he was just another player and i was just another pawn in his little game. it was my first relationship too, messed me up pretty bad. that’s why i tend to keep to myself, not really letting others in too much. he made me feel like every guy who gave me attention just wanted me for their own selfish needs” you sigh, eyes avoiding haechan’s. he wanted to hold your hand, but opted not to.

“he’s an asshole, you didn’t deserve that. i-i could treat you so much better i promise-“

“haechan, c-can we just slow things down?” you finally made eye contact with him, his face contorting into a confused expression.

“i know you like me, and i would be lying if i said i didn’t have a slight interest in you too. but i don’t think i’m ready for a relationship yet” you admit, worried for his reaction. but to your surprise, he didn’t feel sad or dejected at all. instead he smiled widely at you, leaning in closer.

“i’ll go as slow as you want. you can rest your love on me, whenever you need. i’m just glad to hear you like me too” he batted his eyelids, making you softly chuckle.

“thankyou” you whispered to him, moving closer so that your shoulders touched. the rest of the day was filled with random activities from the arcade, to a bike ride along the park’s trail and finally dinner. haechan came to realise that being with somebody wasn’t black and white. there was a grey area that lied in between. he didn’t care how long he needed to wait, all he knew was that he finally got you to like him. and that was enough to make him the happiest man alive.

#lee haechan #haechan fic #nct dream imagines #nct dream fic #nct imagine #haechan imagine #lee donghyuck #nct haechan imagine #nct writing #nct fics #nct college au #nct au #jisungsmochiimagines #jisungsmochi masterlist

[five-rivers]

Interview with a Ghost (part 5: Buried)

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3) (PART 4)

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"What?" said Captain Jones, as Collins and Paterson finished explaining their understanding of the situation to him. "What? What?"

"That was my reaction, too," said Paterson. "Just, you know, internally."

Jones waved one hand, the other supporting his forehead.

"Er, sir?" said Collins, leaning forward, trying to catch the captain's eye. "How should we, you know, proceed on this? I don't think there's any precedent."

The captain bit back a groan. "No, there isn't. He was insistent that the Fentons, his parents, didn't do anything to him?"

"Yeah."

"But it still can't be- can't be healthy for a ghost or- or whatever he is to be there," said Jones. This was making his head hurt. "They have weapons, and even if it was an accident, he died and they- No one noticed!"

"That is pretty messed up," agreed Paterson.

"That's got to be child neglect, at least, right? Negligent homicide?"

Collins nodded. "We can't really charge them with that, though, can we? Not without revealing he's a ghost and getting the GIW and whoever stole the body coming down on us."

"That could just be something Phantom's saying, though," said Paterson. "We don't know if it's true or not."

"It felt true," said Collins. "He sounded like he was actually scared."

"But can we just let a kid- two kids, with his sister- be in a situation like that? Even if one of them is dead. Especially if one of them is dead. Or whatever Fenton, Phantom, whatever, is claiming to be."

"He didn't really claim to be anything, really," said Collins.

"Look, I already have a headache as it is. What it comes down to is, I don't want a kid to be living under the same roof as people who regularly and publicly shoot at him."

"So, what do we do?" asked Collins. "He doesn't want to leave, and I don't think we can make him, physically."

"No, we can't. But does he know that?"

"I think he's aware of his laser murder powers," said Paterson.

"He kept coming to talk to you, though," said Jones. He massaged the bridge of his nose. "There's something here..." Suddenly, it all came together. He clapped his hands. "He wants to keep his secret from the public, right? That's our leverage."

"Leverage?" asked Collins, dubiously. "Captain... he is still a teenager."

"I know, I know, but hear me out. We tell him, he has to let his parents know, and his parents, they have to make their house safe for him. If they're reasonable, they'll do it. If not, we can get them for, I don't know, going crazy and thinking their kid is a ghost, or having weapons all over their home. Obviously, he isn't. That's the position we'd maintain." Jones took a deep breath. "No need to expose him publicly, and, as long as he isn't, he'll have to act like he's human, right? If he wants to maintain the illusion?"

"I guess that would work," said Collins. "But... do we have to get child protective services involved? I don't see that going well."

"Not if everyone is reasonable," said Jones, a crazed look in his eyes.

"Hold up," said Paterson. "Doesn't this hinge on getting him to, you know, tell his parents?"

"Weapons. Home. Around children. And- We'll agree to bury the rest. Tear up documents. Hide everything. Cover for him. We already know what killed him. What's the point of bringing it into the light?"

Collins and Paterson both nodded slowly. "I'll call him," said Collins.

There was a knock on the door. The three glanced at each other.

"Come in," said the captain.

One of the officers stuck her head in. "Sir?" she said. "The mayor is here to see you."

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Danny would have been at home, plotting with Jazz about how to get his body back, but, no, Skulker had to show up, again. He should have wrecked his suit instead of just sucking him into the thermos last night.

"Hah! Ghost child!" shouted Skulker. "Today I will have your pelt! I have new-!"

Danny screamed in frustration, the harmonics of his voice almost touching a ghostly wail. "Can you leave off about my pelt for like five seconds?" demanded Danny, attacking more aggressively than was his usual wont. One of Skulker's arms flew off his body, clattering on the tiles of a nearby roof. "Didn't you have enough of that, helping Vlad steal my corpse yesterday?" There, after days of dancing around the word, he had finally said it.

"Wait, your what?" asked Skulker, pirouetting awkwardly to avoid another barrage of ectoblasts.

"My. Corpse!" screamed Danny. "You helped him steal my corpse!"

"You don't have a corpse, you're still alive!"

"Shut up!" It was a good thing they were so far up. Even at the volumes they were speaking, they wouldn't be overheard. "You don't know anything! I'm half dead, so I have half a corpse, and I had to bury it, and then the police found it, and you helped Vlad steal it!" Danny was basically in tears at this point, hands clenching the metal of Skulker's chest so hard it buckled and warped, holding the unfortunate ghost above his head.

A number of complicated emotions passed over Skulker's face. "Uh," he said. "Time out?"

"What?" snarled Danny. He was more than ready to rip Skulker apart.

"Your body, whatever there is of it, did Plasmius really take it?"

"He basically gloated about it to my friends," said Danny.

Skulker's face twisted up, the metal plates it consisted of glinting in the sunlight. "Disturbing the remains of another ghost is... distasteful, at best." He shifted, obviously trying to get out of Danny's grip. Danny held on, tighter. "Let me go," he said. "I'll spread the word. There won't be a ghost in the Zone who'll work for Plasmius after this."

Danny sniffed. "I want it back," he said.

"Of course you do," said Skulker, nervously. "Just- let me go, alright, ghost child?" He paused. "Phantom?"

Danny relaxed his grip. Before Skulker could recover, he whipped out the thermos and sucked the other ghost in.

"I'll let you go," he grumbled. "Right into the Ghost Zone."

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Jones did not like Mayor Masters. A complete outsider, a stranger to Amity Park, the man had somehow wormed his way into the mayor's office. Jones had always suspected bribery, but had no evidence.

This visit of his... it was suspicious. Incredibly suspicious. The timing felt rotten. Masters had barely set foot inside the station before this.

Well, the timing and the questions he was asking. Jones was glad he had told everyone to deflect questions about the body and Phantom beforehand, no matter who was asking.

Jones fixed a grin onto his face. "I'm sorry, Mr. Masters," he said. "We can't discuss ongoing investigations."

"I think," said Masters, "that, as mayor, I am exempt from that rule. I am, after all, your boss."

"That's true," said Jones, "but this case is especially sensitive, and everyone is a suspect."

"I can't possibly be," said Masters. "I didn't even live here two years ago. I believe you are dancing around the subject, sir. Let us not have our personal feelings get in the way of things, hm?"

This bastard- There was no way he should have known that particular detail. Not without suborning the ME or her assistant.

Or stealing the records. The initial reports had gone missing with the body, and the computer system had been hacked.

Jones pressed his teeth together so hard they ached. He could feel them grinding inside his head.

"Why don't I give you an overview of what we know so far?" he asked, voice as sweet as he could stand to make it. "We'll start with Cameron over here. He's the head of our cult division, and a real wizard with computers."

If anyone could drive the man off, it was Cameron.

.

"I didn't think babypop even had a corpse," said Ember, crossing his arms. "Are you sure he isn't just delusional?"

"He could be," said Skulker, "but that's not the point. He believes it. Do you really want to be dealing with him as a restless spirit?"

"Oh, god, no. He's already such a spoilsport. Can you imagine?" The blue flame her hair was drawn back into shuddered.

"I don't have to imagine," said Skulker. "He tore my arm off."

"He always tears your arms off," said Ember, dismissively.

"He's only going to get worse though," said Skulker, "if it really is his body. If Plasmius is doing anything to it. That anxiety. A person's body should be taken care of properly, not messed about with."

"Hey!" said Technus, who was on the other side of the room, fixing Skulker's mechanical body. "I donated MY body to SCIENCE! I'm perfectly fine."

"Yeah," said Ember. "Some people would disagree with that, but the thing is you chose to do that. Those're the rites you wanted."

"Do you think I, the great TECHNUS, master of all things technological and-"

"No, actually, I don't think you knew," said Ember.

"Ohhhhh! I'll alter all your auxiliary cables, you little-!"

"Can we get back on topic?" asked Skulker, his high-pitched voice cutting above the argument. "We need to get Phantom's body back! Otherwise he'll be completely unbearable!"

The ghosts looked at each other. "Agreed," they said.

.

Danny leaned over Tucker's shoulder. "Are you sure?" he said.

"Positive," said Tucker. "Sorry, man, but Vlad's super secret super villain stuff isn't online. Your body isn't mentioned at all. Nothing is. His internet enabled stuff is all pretty bland, compared to what we know he's doing. I mean, some of it is kind of sketchy, but it just isn't the same level."

"Anything we can blackmail him with?" asked Sam.

"Not really. We can't exactly say how we got it, after all, so he'd have plausible deniability."

Danny groaned. The groan turned into a long plume of blue mist. Danny growled. "Whoever is interrupting this time-"

"Whoa, calm down, man," said Tucker. "This is pretty normal."

Danny's phone began to ring. If this was those detective he was going to-

It was Jazz. "What?" he asked.

"The ecto-exodus alarm is going off," said Jazz. "Where are you?"

"Tucker's," said Danny. "I'm going to check it out."

"Be safe. Mom and Dad are out there with blasters, and they've notified the GIW."

"Noted," said Danny. He hung up, then turned to Sam and Tucker. "This is a big one, apparently. You might want to stay in."

"Good luck with that," said Tucker, pulling a ecto-rifle from beneath his desk. "I've been wanting to try this baby out."

"Please don't name it," said Sam.

"I think I will!" said Tucker.

"Just don't shoot if we're not fighting, okay? They might not be here to cause trouble. Don't give me that look, I'm trying out some optimism."

Before his friends could say anything about that, he flew up through the roof. From there, he had no problem picking out the crowd of ghosts who had just passed by.

Skulker was leading them. Danny scowled, and flew forward to intercept them, too angry to process whether or not confronting a group of ghosts that large was wise.

"Hey!" he shouted. "I thought you said you'd leave!"

"Chill, babypop!" shouted Ember. "You're a cold core, aren't you? We're here to get your body back."

That brought Danny up short. "Wait, really?"

The other ghosts, largely the rabble of the Wastes, the region of the Ghost Zone right outside the Fenton portal, gave a ragged sort of cheer.

"Yeah. And trash Plasmius's crap."

"Oh," said Danny, taken aback. "He has a ghost shield around his mansion, you know. A human shield, too, before you say I can get past that."

Poindexter floated up, over the mass of the crowd. "He can't keep them up all the time, can he?" he asked adjusting his glasses.

"No, I guess he can't. One sec." He pulled out his phone. "Hey, Tucker, can you find out where Vlad is right now?"

.

"... and these are the cults that believe ghosts are divine messengers, there's a lot of variety in them, too," Cameron was saying, pointing eagerly at his computer screen.

"Excuse me," said Vlad. "But I don't see how this is relevant. At all. To anything."

"Oh, it's very important," said Collins, nodding sagely. "We got some of our best leads in this case from the cults."

Cameron beamed.

"I am myself quite familiar with the local cults," said Vlad. "If they become relevant, I'm sure I can come back to-"

"No, no, Mr. Mayor," said Paterson, "you won't understand without context."

"I-"

Several dozen ghosts suddenly entered through the roof. Everyone dove for cover.

"Hiya, grave robbers!" shouted a ghost with fiery blue hair. Ember McClain. "Or one grave robber in particular."

Actually, come to think of it, she'd masqueraded as a human for a while, too. Collins was going to have a crisis about how easily ghosts could blend in with humans at some point in the near future. Not today, but before the end of the week. He'd need to talk to a shrink. Preferably one who wasn't a ghost.

Oddly, the ghosts weren't attacking.

The sound of Mayor Masters clearing his throat issued from behind a sizable desk. "What are you here for?" he asked.

"You know, grave robber. We've got a bone to pick with you, until you give back what you took."

A few feet away from Collins, Jones inhaled deeply. He stood up. Collins resisted the urge to drag him back down.

"We don't have Phantom's body," said Jones, "if that's what you're here for."

"We know," said Ember. "That's what this's about. We know who took it, and we don't want to deal with Phantom while he's freaking out over some jerk having his body. So. We're giving an ultimatum-"

"Hey, guys," said Phantom's voice. "I found the shield deactivation button. It was in his car, next to his garage door opener."

"Oh, cool. You trash his car?"

"Nah, I let these little gremlin dudes do it. They looked like they were having fun."

"Whatever, babypop. Let's go get your body!"

As quickly as they came, the ghosts were gone.

Mayor Masters swore, and started for the door.

"Hold up," said Jones, putting a hand on the taller man's shoulder. "Where exactly do you think you're going?"

"To call some competent ghost hunters, since those menaces are clearly after my belongings!"

"Nuh uh," said Jones. "We've got some questions for you."

"Yeah," said Collins, "like why you seem to think that they're going to your house, when they could have been talking about anyone."

"Wow!" said Cameron, smiling. "That was exciting! I'm glad I was livestreaming, like you told me to, Paterson!"

"Well," said Vlad. He paused. "I need to call my lawyer."

"Better make sure they're a competent one," mocked Jones.

.

Collins was surprised when Phantom materialized in the middle of the room with a long, dark plastic body bag in his arms. So were most people. Across the room, next to the coffee machine, one of his more caffeine-addicted coworkers do a spit take, and Jones burst out of his office in an avalanche of paperwork.

"I want a burial," said Phantom, finally. "A real one, this time."

Silence.

"I think I can arrange that," said Captain Jones.

#danny phantom #dannymay #dannymay2020 #dannymay 2020 #day 27

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Can I get a headcanon of Yandere Bakugou and Mirio?

Ok!! Gosh it has taken me far to long to get this done, General headcanons lets seeeeee I assume you mean separate but oh.,,, they'd be an interesting duo now that i think about it hmmmm,,

Likes to hear how great he is this goes for everyone but, 

He gets a special kick hearing it from you. 

Now Bakugou is the sort of person to jump the gun on may things. He’s capable of strategizing on the spot, leading to him not caring about making what most deem to be “Impulsive decisions.”

This is more unfortunate for you than most other people.

It’s as if when he even gets wind that someone even remotely dangerous really, what was Shouto going to do, beat you to death? He just has to make sure you’re alright. 

It started with looking over you an unnerving amount as red eyes looked you up and down. Looking for a scuff mark or worse, a bruise.

He’d always yell at you for it.

Blame it on the fact that you were always so, so weak.

really, you should just let him take care of you. It’d be easier for everyone involved.

You always refused his offers of “protection” You were in class 1-A of the hero course for a reason thank you very much.

His hands would pop and spark as he growled a little under his breath.

Eventually it would escalate, far to quickly for your taste.

You might could deal with him yelling at you, (he yells at everyone, even Kirishima) you could deal with him staring at you, that just happens sometimes, people stare. And who’s to say he wasn’t just zoning out? Bakugou doesn’t zone out.

So,

You continue to learn and grow at your own rate, paying little attention to Bakugou’s behavior, (really he’s a little strange to everyone) and laughing it off with your friends.

Of course, they notice. 

They notice that Bakugou seems a little extra angry when you refuse his protection. How he cusses just a little more when it’s you who gets hurt in a training exercise.

They start to laugh a little less when you talk about how “Bakugou was staring at my arm again. I mean, I know i had a gash there a while back, but it’s healed now!” and start to wonder just why a hormonal, teenage boy, was staring at your arm rather than anything else.

Eventually he starts to stay near you during training exercises, even when you told him you were fine.

“Like hell you are, are you such a shitty hero that you don’t even notice when you’d need to call for backup?”

“Nah, I can handle myself you know, i’m able to take a few hits!”

“You fucking can’t, if that gash you had in your arm was anything to go by.”

You choose to just ignore him. 

This is the wrong call apparently. 

If him taking you home and locking you in a room was anything to go by.

It seems that he’s made a pretty difficult situation for you, even if he wasn’t prepared for it at all.

You’re stuck in his dorm room, which clearly was not made or decorated to host two people.

It occurs to you that, you didn’t really know how you got here?

He must’ve caught you sleeping. It probably wasn’t that hard, an unfortunate drawback of your quirk. 

Still, you were a hero, and you could get out of this. 

If it wasn’t for your goddamn quirk. 

Incredible power, at the expense of feeling just a tad drained. 

So, here you are sitting in Bakugou’s room.

It’s an odd place, full of cushions and much softer things than you would've expected the guy who wanted to name himself “Lord Explosion Murder” would’ve had.

(And oh shit these were supposed to be general headcanons im so sorry)

He’s standing in his room, preparing some microwave food when you realize that you can’t even move your mouth.

That wasn’t a by product of your quirk. 

Your mouth felt numb, you are unable to do much but wiggle your tongue in a mouth that cannot feel.

You try humming.

“Yeah yeah.” He huffs. “I hear ya. Foods’ done in a bit.” He sounds so nonchalant. So indifferent to the fact that you are sitting on his bed.

“It’s a shit meal tonight, no fire in the dorm. That shit’s dangerous for you.” and not to you? 

It’s stifling the way he spoon feeds you a cup of water that is almost to cold to be any good. You suppose the spoon is necessary given that your mouth won’t move on its own. Still, you glare at him, giving him a good ol’ hero-stares-down-the-villain looks.

He laughs, it’s the big raucous kind that you hear when he’s around Kirishima.

“You’re fuckin adorable when you glare like that.” He wipes at his eyes, “Oh yeah, I’m just shitting my pants over here. If I were a villain, I’d be fucking terrified.” He has to take a few breaths of air before he can speak again. “S’why I gotta protect you.” And it hits you that it wasn’t just Bakugou being weird like with the rest of his classmates. He meant what he said. every word.

It doesn’t matter, you’re a hero. 

You would escape.

You can’t stay numb forever.

(So onto actual headcannons)

Bakugou is a very protective boy, a bit of a bully and will absolutely drug you into submission if he thinks it’s the best way to keep you safe. 

He has control issues (Like so many yanderes i seem to write for.) and wants to feel like he’s control of the entire “you” situation.

He loves and lives to keep you locked up with him, any bruise that you get and little paper cut? You bet your ass thats getting kissed and bandaged by him. 

The kiss only comes after he’s yelled at you for being dumb and that you should’ve known that you would get hurt.

But the kiss after?

It’s soft and sweet in a way Katsuki Bakugou should never have been able to manage.

He also doesn’t cook around you, doesn’t allow you near almost any electrical appliance and he feels like he has to either baby proof his dorm/apartment or regulate you to one room unless you’re with him. You are only safe with him and no one else should really be near you. 

You want to go outside again?

It’ll never happen.

Mirio isn’t completely delusional.

He doesn’t think you two are dating before you takes you to his apartment, by which point,

You two are actually married.

It doesn’t matter if no one was there for the wedding and if he didn’t get you a ring.

He knows.

And there’s no chance in at least a million that you don’t know it too.

The way he calls you “Wifey” and “Doll” and “Honey” all while your wearing the most recent apron? Oh yeah you two are married.

He just doesn’t get why you’re so against the idea of cooking for him or sleeping in the same bed. Sure it’s a little nerve wracking and it’s probably just newly-wed jitters. But it hurts a little when you insist that you take the couch and he takes the bed.

He’d bring up the topic of children multiple times. Adopting or sex? Both work. But you two haven’t been on your honeymoon yet and he can’t wait, cannot fucking wait, to see you out of that akimpy little apron that he bought you.

Not that he doesn’t just love watching you cook in it.

But marriage is about more than just looking.

And he was plenty of tired of just looking.

He likes to try and dance with you, to put his hands on your hips as you cook and clean and do all your spously duties.

He always put on reccords too.

Something about reccords makes everything feel more romantic and he can’t help, but to see you sway to music and think how he’d love to relive your first dance all over again.

“What first dance?”

Well now he has too.

You were vacuuming at the time, you have to turn it off before you even here him talk about your first dance. (It never happened)

You can only nod dumbly and he laughs at your forgetfulness.

“It’s adorable sweetie, here, let me just,” He tugs at your hips, pulling you into your chest as you squeal. You forget how strong he is sometimes.

He turns you around and places one large hand on your shoulder, the other is gentlely clasped in your other.

“It was a waltz, remeber?” It’s the Blue Danube. You’d never heard a classical record before. It must be new.

“Oh, yes.” You sound a little numb. “I remember!” It sounds almost like your protesting when he gives a quizzical look with his bright blue eyes.

He taps the counts on your shoulder, each finger a different beat.

He’s an excellent dancer, you are much less coordinated.

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“We haven’t taken out honeymoon yet, where would you like to go?” You suppose a honeymoon was never arranged. (Maybe it’s because you were never married.)

“I don’t know, where do you think would be nice?” You smile up at Mirio. His eyes haven’t left your face since you started cleaning.

“I think that Paris would be nice, don’t you? Plenty for us to do!”

“Paris would be lovely Mirio.” And you press a kiss to his jaw.

You can hear his breath hitch as you lean into his chest.

“Honey,” he sounded so happy. “Honey I love you.”

It’s a one in a million chance that Mirio Togata found you amoungst a crowd of civilians. You could stand to make the most of it.

“I love you too Mirio.” You take your hands away from his for only a moment before wrapping them around his broad chest.

“I can’t wait to go to Paris with you.”

You think you mean it.

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A/n (oh yeah there's a (very dumb) pun in each of these hcs. what do you take me for, a simpleton? These also got away from me and i legit forgot what i was writing. I don’t know the difference between general has and just “when the yandere kidnaps their darling im so sorry if it’s not what you wanted i try to fix it in Mirio’s section though. Katsuki is just my weakness i am such a simp.) thank you @popsicledrop for putting up with how long it took to get these out! I am so happy i got to write for these bois and maybe one day i will make a poly scenario because now that i have that idea 👀👀 thank you for reading! Have a nice day!

#yandere #my writing #yandere bnha #yandere katsuki #yandere bakugo x reader #yandere x reader #yandere mirio #mirio togata #bnha bakugou #bnha mirio #katsuki bakugo x reader #yandere mirio x reader #bakugou katsuki #yandere fiction #yandere imagines #yandere imagine #yandere fic #no y/n #bnha katsuki #bnha togata #yandere katsuki bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnha imagine #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #yandere mha #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #mirio x reader

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the frat boy slayer

Halloween Part Two 

M watched as Jane’s face scrunched up as she watched Minah and Sungjae seemingly get lost in their own world. He looked briefly at their friends but quickly looked away once they started to blur the line between dancing and well whatever it was they were doing.

““That’s disgusting,” Jane muttered. M hummed she did take a large gulp of her drink.

“The drink?” M asked, causing Jane to turn to face him. After Mark and Tara had left an awkward silence feel over the pair, while it wasn’t entirely uncomfortable but it had left them just standing there awkwardly next to each other.“If you want I can go and get you a better one?” He offered.

“ No no that is not necessary the drink is fine, it’s the sight of seeing our best friends pretty much dry humping on the floor that is disgusting,” she said with a shake of her head.

“Oh right,” M said looking over to the dance floor before quickly looking back at Jane, the tips of his ears turning bright red. “Do you wanna?” He murmured nodding to the floor.

“Do I wanna dry hump on the dance floor?” Jane asked, raising an eyebrow,smirking probably at how M’s face now matched his ears.

“I meant dance,” M exclaimed, “Not dry humping not that it is bad or I wouldn’t with you but-“ he rambled before realising he was digging himself a bigger hole. “I am just gonna stop talking,” he mumbled looking down.

Jane laughed, M sincerely hoped it was with him and not at him because he was already drowning in embarrassment. Maybe he was being hopeful but she looked well fond of him. “I would love to dance but quick question, do you even know how to?” she questioned eyeing him up and down. “And about that other thing, well you have to at least take me out for dinner first,” she smirked, M froze his brain malfunctioning as she tried to process what she had just said.

After settling down trying to ignore what Jane had just said M focused on the first part . “Oh fuck no I am awful, like I am not even been modest here,” M said with a laugh. “But you look like you want to and I’ve been a terrible kind of date so the least I can do is at least try ,” he said. “Though i should warn you my go to move is called the drunk giraffe and it will probably embarrass you so,” he shrugged.

“Doubt it I don’t know if you know this about me but I am pretty hard to embarrass,” Jane boasted. “ but you don’t have to feel obligated, you haven’t been an awful date at all,” she said with a soft smile making its way onto her face.

“I want to, I mean how many other opportunities will I have to dance with the prettiest girl here Jane the frat boy slayer,” he said with a grin. “So shall we?” He said holding his hand out. Jane was quick to skip her hand in his. They both tried to ignore how right that felt.

“Now it’s time for you to teach me this drunk giraffe move of yours,” Jane grinned as they found their spot on the dance floor.

“Are you sure you want to see it, really it’s pretty dumb,” M flushed.

“You can’t just bring it up and not show me now, teach me oh wise one,” she giggled.

“Fine,” M sighed in defeat. “First you put your hands up in the air like so,” he said, raising his arms up above his head. “And you shake them and kinda stumble around at the same time,” he said showcasing his dance move. Trying desperately to ignore the eyes that were on him no doubt judging him.

“Like this?” Jane grinned as she repeated the moves giggling as she did so.

“Exactly like that you are quick learner,” he said giving her thumbs up

Yeah, I’ve heard that plenty of times” Jane stated proudly, a smirk crossing her red-tinted lips as she playfully repeated the silly move.

“You’re giving me a run for my money” M laughed.

“Now it’s my turn to teach you a dance move.” Jane said wrapping a hand around M’s wrist and pulling him closer, M hoped she didn’t notice the way he stopped breathing. “Not that I don’t love the drunk giraffe, but if we do that all night long, I feel like my knees will hurt” Jane said, pointing at the pair stilettos she was wearing, M frowned he hadn’t even noticed, he hoped her feet were not hurting.

“Sure. Though you better don’t get your hopes too high, keep no expectations because i am really-” he started to say but Jane had completely zoned out. He waited for a second wondering if her eyes would leave his arms. Was their something wrong with his arms, was it that stupid birth mark?

Jane seemed to break out of her daze slowly turning around searching for something or someone. Within a few minutes the whole room was packed and looked like a moving montage of characters from movie and TV shows. Spiderman, Harry Potter, Darth Vader, Princess Leah, Scarlet O'Hara, angels, fairies, hobbits, witches and wizards, pirates and many other characters all danced to the latest summer hit.

Jane seemed to find what she was looking for, her eyes narrowed at whatever it was and a scoff escaped her lips.

“Is everything ok?” M asked her, looking around, apparently not identifying the source of her disgust yet. She shook her head but started laughing when she overheard a blonde girls response to a frat boy.

“Try rubbing anything of mine and the only wish you'll have, will be a death wish" She snarked before walking away leaving the two boys dressed as Jedi’s laughed their butts at the other frat boy’s - Jaehyun, M soon realized -, rejection.

“Jane,” Jaehyun spoke, clicking his tongue as he drew closer like some sort of Cicada. “Ok i get it, you are upset, but did you really have to bring some random guy to make me jealous?” Jaehyun asked, his eyes shifting up and down, analyzing M from head to toe.

“Do you even realize how delusional you sound just now?” Jane snorted, M felt bad, she was trying really hard not to lose her temper.

“Come on, Jane, there’s no need to flaunt your guy of choice in my face to make me jealous every other week” he said sending a condescending look his way before smirking at Jane. “Not that you’re trying too hard, either.” M was not a violent person but he was definitely considering wiping that smirk of that stupid jerk’s face.

“Because I don’t need to, even any of your hormonal, immature brothers would be better than you,” Jane stated her face contorting in anger. Jaehyun opened his mouth to continue this conversation before Jane stopped him. “Look, I’m sure you have better things to do tonight than to harass me, so why don’t you just leave me out of your egocentric and toxic-? “ Before Jane could complete her sentence, Mark and Johnny materialized behind Jaehyun. They gave Jane an apologetic look murmuring something to their friend and then dragged Jaehyun upstairs. The two jedi’s from before followed their brothers as well, looking rather concerned.

Jane sighed and slowly turned to face him, “I am truly sorry about that” she said briefly glancing into his eyes. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him, other than his ego of course,” she attempted to joke.

“It’s fine,” M mumbled. He paused trying to think he should say anything else or if any comment would make the situation worse. “Not your fault his brain doesn’t work, maybe his hair gel leaked into his brain or- “ he continued, “though i guess you could say the same thing about me right now,” he said pointing his hair.

“No, trust me, he has never used that brain,” Jane said with an eye roll. M’s lip quirked up in a semi smile, he wanted to continue the joke on but couldn’t bring himself to. That was the type of guy Jane was into, not a boy who works in a coffee shop and has a go to dance move is called the drunk giraffe.

An awkward silence fell over them, M knew that he was just a friend but he couldn’t help but feel a bit defeated. That been said he didn’t want Jane to feel bad it wasn’t her fault she had type that wasn’t M. “I don’t suppose you want to teach me that signature move now,” M said awkwardly trying to break the awkwardness, they could at least get back to the jovial mood they had before Jaehyun had to show up.

“Honestly at this point i kinda just want to go home,” Jane said, a defeated sigh slipping from her lips. M nodded, eyes darting down to his feet. Well that was a bruise to his almost non existent ego. “Not because of you,” Jane added quickly, causing M to glance up giving her what he hoped looking a reassuring grin. He was pretty sure she was saying that to make him feel better but he did appreciate the attempt. “Why do I get the feeling you have taken a page out of your bestfriend’s book and are doubting whether you should believe me or not?” Jane said, the tiniest hint of annoyance could be heard in her voice.

“Sungjae doesn’t have a book, its contagious - you should hope Minah had her shots otherwise you are going to have some trouble,” M joked.

“Firstly don’t even joke about that,” Jane said, dramatically shuddering. “And secondly M don’t say things like that in places like this, they would assume you are talking about something else entirely and before you know it everyone on campus will talking about Minah caught something of Sungjae,” she said. M’s eyes widening that is the last thing he wanted to do.

“Excuse you,” Minah said pushing people out of the way Sungjae following behind her, lips noticeable a smeared shade of Minah’s lipstick. M snorted looking at the dumb smile loved up smile that was on his bestfriends face. “I caught what now?”

“Sungjae’s lack self esteem and constant need to question everything i say,” Jane deadpanned, “Apparently the last part was true,” she said narrowing her eyes at Minah.

“And we came all the way over here to check on you after we saw Jaehyun,” Minah said tsking. “Everything okay?” she asked surprisingly seriously.

“It’s fine, he was just being his normal self,” Jane said with an eye roll, “I was just going to head home,” she said. The two girls shared a look, M tried to decipher the silent conversation.

“Same well, actually -” She said in a sing song, “Sungjae and I were planning to head home,” she said with a grin. “But back to his place,” she said.

“We were?” Sungjae questioned before being elbowed in the rib by his girlfriend, “We were!” he said as he rubbed his rib. “Sorry mate,” he said to M.

“Well he could always stay at our place right Jane?” Minah said. “Our couch is very comfortable unless -” Minah continued.

‘Minah,” Jane groaned.

“What? I am just being helpful, i highly doubt he wants to be present for what we are going to do,” Minah hummed. “And did you know M has never actually seen Grease? Maybe you two you should watch it together?”

“You haven’t watched Grease?” Jane gasped in mock horror, turning to look at him with her eyebrows raised. M wasn’t sure why this was that surprising. He was sure he had seen movies Jane had never watched before.

“Well… I…” M briefly eyed Sungjae questioning what he should say. Sungjae shook his head mouthing a silent ‘no.’ “I haven’t,” he admitted after clearing his throat. It made Jane’e eyes widen comically.

“Ok, no. Now I can’t let you go anywhere.” Jane said seriously “You’re coming home with me and you can’t leave until you know everything about Danny Zuko” she said. M nodded supposing it would make sense for him to actually know something about the character he dressed up as.

“I guess I have no other choice” M joked, shrugging “Anything will be better than going home with these two” he pretended to lower his voice, but both Minah and Sungjae could hear his next word perfectly. “Walls are paper thin in our apartment”

Jane and M laughed causing Sungjae to slightly blush.

“And they’re already so fucking loud” Jane scrunched up her nose. “I really feel obligated to save you from that torture” Jane linked an arm through M’s and started to walk toward the exit with Minah and Sungjae following them closely.

“We can order something to eat or buy something on our way” M suggested tentatively.

“That works. And since she’s the reason you can’t go home, we can drink one of Minah’s champagne bottles. I doubt she would mind” Jane looked over her shoulder smirking teasingly.

“Hey! You two better keep your hands off that bottle. I’ve been saving it for months!” Minah grumbled as they walked out the frat house.

Jane was about to retort when a gust of wind whipped past them and lifted the dried fall leaves off the sidewalk, scattering them all over the street. She shivered and let go of M’s arm in favor of hugging herself and trying to rub away the chill.

“It’s freezing, you’re going to catch a cold wearing that,” they turned to see Sungjae taking his jacket off and placing it carefully over Minah’s arms. M bit back a laugh if he knew Sungjae as well as he thought he did, his being dying to do that since the ghostbuster wolf whistled when they arrived.

“Thank you, babe,” Minah said sliding her hand around her boyfriend’s neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Charming.

“This has truly been a horror night” Jane complained to M, clicking her tongue in disapproval and hoping this one was the last time —at least for the day— that she got to see her friends making out like two horny teenagers. “Thanks for tagging along and sharing my pain” she said with a faint smile “It would’ve been an awful night without you.” Jane said.

It was like M had no control over his face because he was smiling from ear to ear. He didn’t want to seem like eager puppy waving his tail excitedly at the smallest amount of praise yet here was surely smiling like a fool because he might have made Jane’s night a bit more bearable.

“Poke the dimple,” he was snapped out of his thoughts by his best friend chanting rather ghoulishly. “Seriously I am not close enough, Jane you need to do it , just -“ he continued making a poking gesture.

“I am not just going to poke someone’s face” Jane said rolling her eyes . Though admittedly she was tempted to.

“Not everyone is obsessed with my dimples mate,” M said with a laugh while Sungjae whined about missed opportunities.

“Not everyone is but I certainly know somebody who is,” Minah said giggling. Completely ignoring the glare her friend was sending her.

“Don’t you two have places to be,” Jane said with a huff. It was getting cold and Minah’s “help” was not helping at all.

“Hmm we do,” Minah said nodding. To Jane it looked like she was contemplating whether staying here and helping/terrorising her was worth delaying sex. The answer would ofcourse be it’s never worth delaying sex. “Come on baby we should let this two have their movie night ,” Minah said to Sungjae who had already wrapped an arm around her waist. “You better keep M there until lunch time tomorrow actually, pretty sure we are going to be busy all morning too,” she said with a wink loud enough for everyone to hear. M nose wrinkled in disgust , looking over to see his friend completely red burying his face in Minah’s neck to hide his embarrassment. It didn’t last long though because with in a few seconds the couple retreated down the street stopping every couple of feet kiss each other.

“Gross,” Jane muttered before a leather jacket was placed over her shoulders. She looked over to see M shifting nervously, ears slightly redder.

“I was going to offer earlier but those two happened,” M said scratching the back of his neck. “Is it okay because I know I am not your -“ he was stopped when Jane held a hand up.

“It’s more than okay, I was freezing,” Jane said, putting the jacket on properly. “ Are you sure your going to be okay though?”

M was about to reply but his best friend for it was the perfect time to call out that if Jane was wondering M liked his eggs scrambled in the morning, loud enough that random passerby’s looked over at them.

“Oh my god,” Jane said with an embarrassed laugh. “ How much would you really miss him? Be honest ,” she said causing M to chuckle.

“He grows on you but I think after that we definitely need to drink that bottle of champagne you mentioned earlier,” M said with a smirk. “Also I may happen to know Sungjae’s Uber eats account and his credit card details so I think he just volunteered to pay for our food,” he grinned.

“Well in that case we should get going,” Jane laughed. Her eyes drifted down to see M’s hand hestitaing to grab hers , she rolled her eyes linking them. “So on the way to my apartment you can tell me about all the other teen classics you never watched,” she said ignoring the way her heart seemed to race as M’s hands tightened around hers.

“Well you might hate me for this but I’ve never seen Mean Girls,” M said as Jane turned to him with a shocked look. “Let me guess we are going to be watching that next time,” he said his eyes widening as he realised that he implied there would be more of these types of nights.

“Oh no sweetie we are watching that tonight, next time I am making you sit through my favourite French flicks,” Jane giggled.

#storytime

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Finding Out, I’ve Got The Guts To Say Anything ||

Prompt: Maybe, I’m Just Crazy

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Set in season 2

You’re friends with Nancy and go over to her house to figure out what the hell is going on lately (fighting with Steve at the party, avoiding her friends besides Jonathon, and general weirdness) As you’re leaving Steve pulls up with flowers and you invite yourself along when Dustin shows up asking for Steve’s help with something.

((Sorry for the description I just wrote it so long ago I vaguely remember what its about also its kind of long))

Being friends with Nancy was difficult sometimes. Like the times she’d disappear with no damn explanation. You were about to get in your car to leave Nancy’s house almost exactly the same time as Steve Harrington pulled up. Her boyfriend. Or maybe her ex, you didn’t know what was going on with the two lately. You paused at your car door, and watched him. You were curious.

You eyed the flowers in his hand, he must not have seen you because he began speaking. “I love you, I’m sorry...what am I sorry for?” You stifle a smile.

“Looking for Nance?” You asked and he jerked his head towards you, a small blush started to creep onto his face.

“Uh, yeah. I was going to try and apologize for the...fight.” He seemed unsure about his wording.

“Well, she isn’t home. I have no idea where that girl got to.” He instantly deflated. You walked closer to him. “I was about to come to your house and check if she was with you.”

“Well she obviously isn’t and you’re her closest friend so who is she…” He trailed off as the pieces seemed to click in his brain.

Suddenly Dustin rode up on his bike. “Is Mike here?” He asked the two teens. You shrugged.

“Not sure.” Steve answered.

“Wow you guys are so much help. Thanks.” He said sarcastically.

“These kids are little shits, I swear.” You said watching Dustin approach the house.

“Yeah I don’t know much about that. Well, I’m going to head home.” You nodded in agreement, but before you two could part ways Dustin approached.

“Steve, do you still have that bat? With nails?” Steve sputtered, not forming any words, “Well do you?” Dustin asked impatiently.

“Uh, yeah.” He answered.

You were instantly intrigued and horrified.

“Why do you have a bat with nails?” You asked, “And why do you want a bat with nails?” You directed the second question towards Dustin.

“It’s a long story.” They said in unison.

“And I don’t have time. Let's go.” Dustin motioned towards Steve and started getting in his car.

“Uh, I feel like I need a little context here.” You said to Steve.

“It’s not something that can be explained so quickly.”

“Well I’ll tag along.” You said and he looked conflicted. What the hell was going on? Nancy goes missing for days at a time and now there’s bats with nails and children who need it.

“I don’t know if you can.” You lifted your eyebrows.

“Can?”

Dustin rolled down the window, “We don’t have all day Harrington!”

Steve rolled his eyes but headed to his car. “I’m going to follow you!” You shouted, not giving him an option.

You quickly got in the car and followed him to the Henderson’s. “You shouldn’t be involved in this.” Steve said to you when you got out of the car.

“We don't have time.” Dustin said dragging Steve by the sleeve to his cellar.

You were more curious now, and followed them to the cellar.

Dustin began explaining the thing that ate his cat. You started thinking this kid had an overactive imagination. You watched Steve advance into the cellar. He was quiet and you felt the urge to follow him in. Dustin grabbed your sleeve this time. “At least take a weapon.” He handed you a shovel. 

“Okay…” You said and began advancing down the stairs. Steve was looking at...some kind of animals shedding.

“What the fuck?” You whispered.

“Whatever was here is gone!” He shouted up to Dustin. Dustin came down the stairs and you three searched the cellar. You three had found the escape route rather fast.

“Okay. I believe something...strange was here, but some kind of animal.” Steve and Dustin shared a look at your comment.

“What animal that size sheds skin?” Dustin motioned towards the shedding.

“It's...not that big.” But you were struggling to think of one that size that would shed. To be fair, you didn’t know that much about animals who shed skin anyway.

The guys formulated a plan while you struggled to keep up. You were denying everything in your brain. It had to be a new species of something? You didn’t really know about all that kind of stuff.

“Are you going to keep following us?” Dustin asked as they headed to the train tracks.

“Yes. I’m seriously concerned for your safety.” And extremely intrigued, you hated to admit.

Steve filled you in on the whole story while dropping bits of meat on the tracks.

“You’re delusional.” You laughed. 

“I wish.” He responded.

“It doesn’t matter. She’ll see soon enough.” The two began talking about girls and you zoned out.

You didn’t care to hear the details that Steve would provide or about the crush of a middle schooler.

When you arrive at the dump two other middle schoolers showed up and you were perplexed. If this whole monster thing is true, why are there a bunch of children fighting them?

And Steve?

“So do you do this a lot?” You asked Steve.

“First time with a bunch of kids and also only the second time.” He answered.

“Steve, I’m not saying I believe you, but if what you said was true...should I be scared?” His eyes seemed far away for a moment.

“Yeah.” He answered, “But I wouldn’t show fear in front of these kids. They’ll eat you alive.” He smiled and you managed a small laugh.

He headed off and you continued what you were doing.

You guys were camping out in a broken down bus and you asked yourself what you were doing there (not for the first time) and noticed Dustin looked upset about Lucas and the other kid.

That must have been his crush. You felt bad for him. “You good?” You asked and he nodded, but said nothing. You didn’t exactly know how to comfort him so you headed over to Steve, which wasn’t far considering you all were in a bus.

“So, you and Nancy like...broke up?” You didn’t know what to say to Steve.

“Wouldn’t you know?”

“Not really. Nancy and I are friends, but she hasn’t really been close with anyone since Barb. She only tells me surface things.” You said leaning back against the bus.

“Well I think we are. We know she isn’t at home or with either of us so she’s probably with-”

“Jonathan.” You finished for him and he nodded.

He sighed, “It’s not like I don’t trust her, but I know they have feelings for each other and I’m pretty sure we aren’t together anymore.”

“I’m sorry Steve. You’re a good guy.” You said, and he shook his head.

“No I’m not.” before you could respond things went crazy.

And you saw...it, whatever it was, then you saw multiple...its.

“What the fuck?”

In the end you all were in the bus waiting for one to attack through the roof, more like Steve was ready. You had no weapon, and wished you carried that dumb shovel with you.

But soon they were leaving, all running in the direction of that lab.

“What happened?” You asked, “Are they running away?”

“Looks like they’re running to something.” Dustin said.

“Home.” Lucas answered.

“Fuck.” Your hands were shaking. Steve grabbed them.

“Hey look at me.” You refused, “Look at me.” He repeated and brought yourself to do it. “It’s okay. Everything is okay.”

“What the fuck is going on? You guys are crazy.” You asked, almost verging on hysteria.

“You want to go home?” He asked and you swallowed hard.

“I can’t leave you and three children to do this. If anything happened…” You trailed off.

“Well then get it together.” He said and finally let go of your hands.

“Yeah okay.” You said. You all headed to the lab, on foot. Your hands were still a little shaky, but you shoved them in your pockets and ignored them.

Lucas and Dustin got in an argument, which you stayed out of. The affairs of children are none of your business.

They seemed to be fighting over Dart? Who was the...monster thing. They also fought over the other kid with them, the girl, Max.

“This is all very intriguing but I think we should get going.” You said and they glared.

“She’s right.” Steve said, and their glare turned to him.

Finally it softened as they agreed. When you got to the lab there was a couple outside. “Nancy?” Steve said and she returned his surprised with her own, “Steve?” 

“Hi, I’m here too.” You said waving at your friend.

She walked away from Steve and gave you a hug. “What are you doing here? What are you two doing together?” She asked.

“We were both going to your house to look for you...or apologize to you. You can guess which one I am, and then I got dragged into this mess.”

“Dragged into? You invited yourself.” Steve said and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay who wouldn’t want to know what a teenage boy and a middle schooler were going to do with a bat that has nails in it? What if it was dangerous?”

“That is not why you followed.” You two were about to start bickering, when you were interrupted.

“You guys? More important things going on?” Dustin said gesturing towards the lab.

You nodded, “Fine.”

After a whole debacle at the lab and at the Byers, where you learned more about this than you ever wanted to know. Demogorgons, Demodogs, Mind Flayers, the Upside Down, some kid with powers named Eleven? - your head was spinning, you and Steve were left in charge of the children. You were still trying to get a grasp on everything and everyone involved.

Nancy was with Jonathan, which was...not unexpected, but still weird to you. “So we sit, take care of these kids, and what?” You asked Steve.

“That’s it. We let them do what they need to do.” He answered. You nodded, you weren’t sure you wanted to do more, but you felt like you had to do something at the same time.

Mike definitely felt you had to do something. He was practically yelling at Steve. It would be highly irresponsible to take children out to fight monsters...but you had been doing it all day anyway.

Steve managed to get the kids to calm down, but they weren’t happy about it.

You joined him and Dustin in the kitchen as they shoved a Demodog into Joyce Byers’ fridge. That was not gonna be fun for her. Dustin joined the rest of his friends.

“This has been something.” You said.

“I think every year is going to get weirder.” He replied.

“I hope not. This was crazy enough.” He laughed.

“You weren’t here for the last time, but yeah this is crazier.”

You two were quiet for a while. “So, this is gonna sound weird, but I was totally eavesdropping on you and Nancy.” He looked amused, but said nothing. “I don’t think you were a bad boyfriend...like, sure at first you were a shit for what you did, but you really flipped around and changed who you were. You also apologized and tried to make up for your behavior. You were a good boyfriend.” You finally finished.

He was blushing. “Thanks.” He looked away.

You held in a laugh not wanting to embarrass him further.

“Well, she wasn’t happy with me or in love with me. The fact that I didn’t notice makes me a shitty boyfriend.” You frowned. No one could have known.

“It’s not like she was wearing a shirt that said ‘I don’t love Steve Harrington’ on it. How would you have known? I didn’t know. I mean...I kinda assumed she had a little thing for Jonathan but not that it was anything past mild interest. You know?”

Steve was frowning now. “I think I knew. All along.”

You exhaled loudly. You felt bad for him but you wanted Nancy to be happy too. “I know you love her, but if you always knew then it should be a little easier letting go.”

“Should it? I mean I’m babysitting a bunch of kids, and I sent her off with him and it still feels pretty bad.”

“Pretty bad but not devastating?”

He stared at the counter and was quiet. You were about to say something else when you heard a car, and loud music blasting. Yours and Steve’s head swung toward the door.

Max came in, “Its my brother. He can’t know I’m here!”

“Stay away from the windows.” He said to the kids. You started following him out the door. “What are you doing?” He asked.

“Having your back.” You answered.

“Stay with the kids.” He said and you glared.

“Kids stay away from the windows.” You repeated, and he sent you a look.

“You aren’t dropping this are you?” You shook your head and he relented.

You two went out, and waited for Billy to get out of the car. He smiled widely and you held in an eyeroll. He’s as fake as they get.

“Harrington is that you?” He yelled.

“Yeah it’s me, don’t cream your pants,” Steve said in a bored tone.

You shot him a quick glance, did he just think of that shit? And turned your attention back to Billy.

“Ah and Nancy’s little friend?” He said walking up to you two.

“Nancy’s little friend? You don’t even know my name?” You were offended. Steve shot you a look that clearly said, ‘shut up’.

“Sorry babe, haven’t bothered to learn it yet.”

“Yet you wanna know every little aspect of Steve’s life.” You raised an eyebrow and Steve shot you another look. You couldn’t help yourself.

“Hm, I don’t have time to deal with you. I’m looking for my sister.”

“She isn’t here.” Steve answered.

“A little birdie told me she was.”

“Well they were wrong.” Steve responded, quickly.

You heard a shuffle and turned to look at the window.

“What the fuck was that then?” He asked shoving you and Steve aside.

“Hey fuckface!” You yelled as he made his way inside.

He turned and smirked at you. “Any other time and I would deal with you.” He turned and his eyes landed on Lucas. He started heading towards him, “Sinclair? Thought I told you to stay away from him.” You and Steve rushed to the kids. You got to Lucas first and shoved him behind you.

“Back the fuck up.” You said to him and he laughed in your face.

“Or what sweetheart? You big and bad?” He smirked again and you were pissed.

“You’re literal garbage.” You said, and before he said some other smart ass remark you drew your fist back and slammed it into his nose as hard as you could.

Your fist fucking hurt but it was worth it to see blood dripping out of his nose. Unfortunately it wasn’t strong enough to hurt him that much.

“You’re gonna regret that.”

Steve stepped in between the two of you. “I don’t think so.” He said and Billy wasted no time turning his rage on him.

The two began to fight and Steve got a few good hits in, but so did Billy. Billy slammed a plate over Steve's head and that’s where you had to step in. As he advanced on Steve you slammed your boot into his back as hard as you could. He made an ‘oof’ sound and turned around.

“You really want someone to teach you a lesson don’t you?”

“Try me, bitch.” You said, all venom.

He went to swing on you and you barely dodged. Fuck, that was kind of scary. As you were about to swing on him again Steve intervened.

“Hey asshole.” He said and he looked rough.

“Steve, it’s okay.” You said, fully prepared to fight this dude.

Adrenaline might get you through.

He got a couple more good hits on him before Billy took him down. You were about to run in again and start fucking him up, but Max drugged him.

You stood shocked for a moment, but when you saw she had it you ran over to Steve. You cradled his head in your lap.

“Why-why would you try and fight him?” He asked barely even conscious.

“Steve look at you right now. He wouldn’t have stopped and...maybe I’m just crazy.” You smiled and he laughed, which he looked like he instantly regretted. “Don’t laugh. Just...rest okay?”

He passed out on your lap.

You looked back up at the kids and a now passed out Billy.

“How long do you think he’ll be out?” Max asked you and you shrugged.

“He really fought that drug. We should get out of here.” You said, but had no idea where to go.

“We should help the others.” Mike said and you sighed.

Yeah, you supposed you should. So you agreed to drive the kids, and help them. Steve woke up while you were still on the way and began freaking out. The kids attempted to calm him down and he asked for you.

“I’m driving. Sorry, Steve, it just seemed like the most logical thing to do.” You responded, and he was bitching all through Mike’s directions.

You stopped and everyone got out. “This is crazy.” Steve said and you nodded.

“Look, there’s two of us. We can watch the kids, and if anything goes wrong I’ll sacrifice you so we can get out.” You joked, and he fought a smile.

“Are we doing this?”

“Yeah...it is crazy.” You repeated his words.

He was quiet for a moment as the kids got ready to head underground. He grabbed his baseball bat and a bandana. “Maybe I’m just crazy.” He said and you laughed, loudly.

It wasn’t particularly funny, but with emotions running high, and everything that was going on it seemed hilarious.

“If you two are done flirting, we need to get going.”

“Flirting?” “What are you talking about?” You and Steve spoke in unison shooting Dustin a dirty look.

He rolled his eyes and you guys headed down.

In the end you all got out, even though for a minute you were sure Steve wouldn’t. That scared you more than you wanted to admit.

You guys went back to Byers’. Billy was gone. Everyone was hugging and saying goodbye. You hardly knew these people you realized. Besides Mike and Nancy.

“You guys make a good team.” Nancy said to you and Steve.

“Yeah we actually do.” You replied and glanced up at Steve.

“I guess.” He said with a smile.

“Shut up asshole.” You said with finality and walked off with Nancy.

“So, I know we just got done like saving a kid, and probably like the whole world or something dramatic, but what is going on with you and the Byers kid?”

She was blushing. “Nothing.”

“You lie a lot Nancy.” You said and she scoffed.

“I do not. I don’t know what's going on we...kissed and...stuff.”

“Nasty girl!” You said with a smile and she shot you a dirty look. “Sorry, well, let's talk more later I’m exhausted and need a shower.” She agreed and you two hugged.

You were about to ask Hopper for a ride when Steve approached you. “Hey, I’m getting a ride to my car. Want me to take you home? Feels only right we end this adventure together.” He said and you smiled.

“Sounds good, Harrington.”

You guys quickly got in the car and he began driving. You reflected on everything that had happened. You were so fucking exhausted and somehow you became friends with Steve?

“Hey,” he startled you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad I ran into you at Nancy’s. Today would have been a little more difficult without you.”

“I barely did anything. You still got your ass beat by Billy and you almost didn’t get out-” He cut you off.

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me about the ass beating.” A hand drifted up to his face, as he touched an eyebrow he winced, “but you did make a difference and I’m kind of scared of you now.” He said and you laughed. “No really you looked like you were going to murder him.”

“I was.” You replied with a laugh.

“Yeah, I couldn’t risk that though. Anyway, it was cool. You’re cool.” You smiled at him.

“You are too.”

He pulled up to your house and you glanced at the house then looked to him. “Thanks for the ride.”

“No problem.”

You swallowed. “This is probably going to sound weird...are we friends now?”

He laughed. “Yeah, we are, and for the record you are crazy.”

You laughed. “See you.” He said the same to you and didn’t drive off until you were inside.

Inside was hell. You had two worried parents waiting for you.

You and Steve started hanging out a lot more, and Nancy started opening up more to you. Most everything was getting back to normal, and you couldn’t be happier. No more demodogs or mind flayers.

You were hanging with Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan who had all become friends despite everything. Jonathan was still that awkward kid when he wanted to be but other than that you all were pretty close.

You guys were all at the drive in watching some horror movie. You and Steve were sitting on the hood of the car and Nancy and Jonathan were on top of the car. You and Steve talked shit through most of the movie, it wasn’t that good.

You got cold and realized you’d left your jacket at home. You were about to get into the car to attempt to stay warm when Steve offered his jacket to you. You accepted, and heard Nancy saying something to Jonathan, but couldn’t exactly make it out. It sounded like ‘I told you.’

When the movie ended Nancy hopped off the car and joined you and Steve. You two were still making fun of the ending of the movie while she listened. “It was just so over the top.” You said, and he nodded.

“Well you’re the expert in over the top.”

“Shut up!” You shoved him lightly and laughed.

“Hey I’ve seen you hit someone I know you can shove harder than that.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” You said in a joking tone.

“You are crazy.” He said matter of factly. It was just a thing you guys said now. It made you two laugh.

You smiled at him, “So are you.”

Nancy coughed and you felt a little embarrassed, though you didn’t know why. You attempted to play it off, “What’s up Nance?”

“Can you go to the bathroom with me?” You nodded, hopped off the car, and told Steve you’d be right back.

When you got into the bathroom she turned on you so fast you were a little startled. “What’s going on with you and Steve?” She was genuinely curious.

You were confused. “Nothing?”

“Oh, come on! You guys have inside jokes, and he's giving you his jacket.”

“Thats stuff that friends do, Nance.”

“No, you seem to keep forgetting I dated him for a little bit. He’s flirting with you.” She said with a cross of her arms and a smirk.

“No. No way.” You replied quickly, not even thinking he would ever like you.

“Yes way. Do you like him?”

“Yeah. He’s a really good guy.” You didn’t miss a beat, which caused you to be embarrassed for the second time tonight. In the matter of about 5 to 10 minutes. “I mean like a good friend.” You added on.

“I can see right through you.” She said and you rolled your eyes. You two left the bathroom and began walking towards the snack bar.

You guys ordered and were waiting for the girl to return with your stuff when you decided to just let Nancy know.

“Yeah, I don’t know. It’s a recent thing. Like he was over the other day studying and I just looked up and smiled. It’s weird to think that you suddenly can just realize that you’ve been missing someone from your life for so long. He makes me happy. Makes thing better.” You felt hot, and knew your face was red.

Nancy was smiling. “That's so cute. I didn’t think you two liked each other that much.”

You finally got your stuff. “Yeah but I like him in my life. I’m not going to take that step if it means losing him.” She nodded and you two turned to leave.

And there he was. Standing in the doorway, mouth agape.

Fuck, you mentally cursed.

Nancy looked shocked, when she saw Jonathan she whispered a quiet, “sorry,” and left with him.

“So, uh, you just walked in, and didn’t hear a thing?” You asked hopefully.

“He’s been standing there for a while, kind weirding me out.” The counter chick said and you closed your eyes and willed this to not be happening.

You opened them and laughed a fake laugh, which he caught on to. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop listening.” He said and you were dying to know what the hell was going through his mind.

“It’s, uh, fine?” You don’t think it was but more than anything you wanted this to be over.

“So...you think I complete your life?” He was smiling and you rolled your eyes.

“I did not say that.” You two began to walk out.

“Something like, you didn’t even know I was missing from it?”

“Steve, shut the hell up.” You said and he laughed.

“Maybe it was something like you were watching me study and were overcome with happiness.” He was clearly having fun and you turned to glare at him.

“You’re an ass-” He cut you off with a kiss. Your eyes widened in shock, but soon your emotions got the better of you.

You dropped your drink and your popcorn and wrapped your arms around him. You lost yourself in the kiss.

When he pulled away his eyes remained shut for a little while, which caused you to smile. “I wasn’t expecting that.” You said and he looked at the floor.

“I can see that.”

“You owe me new snacks.” You said and he smiled at you.

“Fine, but only if we can do that again.”

You pretended to think about it while he rolled his eyes. “See what I mean? Over the top.” You laughed and slapped at his arm.

“You’re an ass, Harrington.” 

“All yours though.” He said and you willed yourself not to blush.

You reached up and kissed his cheek. “So am I.” you replied and he smiled widely.

#steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader #steve harringtonxreader #my writing #shit this is long

[minyoonkeeks]

Pairing:Jin x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Summary: It was one thing to love him in secret, but when you think he might like you back it changes everything. (90% Fluff, 7% Angst, 3% I don't know what this is)

Warnings: None really, there is 1 mention of throwing up for like a second and a few mentioning anxiety but nothing serious

A/N: This is the first fic I've ever decided to write. I hope it resembles him a bit, but it was fun writing. I don't know if I'll continue either, I just hope I did Jin some justice (:

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Becoming his friend always felt natural, kind of like mac meeting its cheese, or peanut butter finding its jelly. He was sweet, funny, goofy Seokjin. 2 years younger, but no one could ever tell the difference. He was smart, where it counted. He hated bugs, was extra competitive, and loved marvel as much as you. That made your friendship fun. You would chill in his apartment, play endless games of super smash, and compare recipes whenever you found something new you'd want to try. Because you came from different social groups, it seemed odd at first to your friends. They laughed when they couldn't picture it being real.

"No way _____! Do both of you just have pout monologues? Because I would hate to be in the middle of that blab fest!" Hobi joked as he pictures both of you endlessly going off on each other. You both have certain quirks and apparently over talking was one of them. The more you guys interacted when you were all together, the more your friends didn't believe it.

It wasn't until the first time you had all gone to the movies together as a group. Seokjin sat next to you and you could have sworn all the girls gave the biggest groan, making you turn beet red and Seokjin laugh awkwardly. But once all of your friends realised that's exactly what it was, a friendship, they were quick to stand up for it, because there wasn't anything more. Even when your girlfriends started noticing him.

Sometimes, a lot of times, being his friend was hard. He was a 10 everywhere he'd go, regardless of how nerdy he came off when he spoke. When he wore his dumb round glasses around his beautiful face girls would swoon saying that he looked like a lawyer. Sure, he'd never win with his dumb logic, you thought.

When he would have to attend a fancy dinner in slacks and the same blue button up with white stripes on the sleeve citing that it made him look longer even though you swore he was a whole nother you taller. "Look, you just have to go with me, no one else is fun, and they won't bug me if you go instead." He would insist, telling you his parents didn't mind if it was you going instead of another date. That would sting, you were never the date.

When he'd sit and play guitar to pass the time between picking you up from work and your coworkers would stare out the window and wonder when he would notice them. "How do you even function with him, ______? You clearly have the worst taste in guys if you don't find him attractive" one of them would say. 

"Yeah, sure, if you think gumby limbs are attractive." You'd scoff back, even though deep down you knew he was. Those were the most annoying times. Being Kim Seokjin's friend was definitely not easy.

"Hey, hurry up, we'll miss the next screening of Thor and I don't want to miss the credits!" Jin yelled from the lobby, making everyone turn and glare at how loud he was being, at least until they saw his face and proceeded to gawk at him.

"I know, I know, nerd. I don't get how you can watch this for the 5th time in theaters. Like you have a huge TV at home, why rewatch it here?" You quipped grabbing the popcorn from the attendant who just glared at you for calling Jin something other than Worldwide Handsome.

"I already told you, there's nothing like rewatching it with people who get it. And you know you get it or else you wouldn't have come with me anyway" he teased, making that pout that makes your heart flutter a little too much.

Those were most days with Seokjin and sometimes you couldn't take the stares from everyone. The ones that said "Hey why is that short girl hanging out with Jin all the time? He looks like he's babysitting." "Isn't it her though? She's the delusional one, he's way too good to cut her off though, I bet it's pity." You would overhear. You get it. It wasn't ideal for some tall, gorgeous albeit weird man to be hanging out with you of all people, but Jin didn't care because you were friends... friends. That's it.

And yeah, it hurt sometimes, seeing him go on dates, or staying at his apartment when he would tell you to wait for him, even though he was out with a girl 10 times prettier, he always came back alone. Always came back to you.

You had become a confidante for him. Someone who knew a little more, but didn't judge no matter what he did. You were the cool friend, the one everyone could depend on to be there, the one everyone joked to Jin about when they'd tell him to go look after his noona, and you, being as awkward as you were, always played it off when you'd see the pink hue in his cheeks. It never crossed your mind to think any different of him until your regular movie night Wednesday. 

You were binging Lord of the Rings on his couch, in your cookie monster pajamas left over from last time while you sat next to Jin, tired from working all day.

"I guess an office job can wear you out." He chuckled.

"Definitely in more ways than one. My brain can only take so much annoyance from everyone. I just need Aragorn to murder a few orcs and it'll make me feel 10 times better." You said yawning, while Jin just stared at the TV hands on his knees. He seemed out of it for some reason, but your day being as long as it had you didn't want to pry. Sometimes Jin liked silence, and this was definitely one of those times. 

As you watched the elves on screen, bow and arrow shooting towards the dark, you started dozing off on a pillow placed near his lap. You could feel his fingertips rubbing your scalp the way you had mentioned your mom did when you had a hard time sleeping. You could hear him humming a song, your favorite, especially because he had written it for your birthday last year. Things like this made you wish sometimes that people wouldn't joke the way they do. That it wasn't weird for you to be friends, because Jin got you. He knew you were quiet some days, and extra loud others. He knew when you just needed someone to lean on, and you hoped that's what you were to him.

And there in the quiet, as you were almost asleep, you heard him. Three simple words.

"I love you."

It felt surreal and incredibly intimate. But even though you wanted to look up and tell him you loved him too, you froze. Eyes shut, breathing heavy, and panic setting in. You didn't know what to do. You can't tell if he just meant it as a friend. And if he did then you'd lose him, the one person to make you feel like you belong when you really didn't. He kept stroking your head and you told yourself it wasn't a big deal, that you would pretend to sleep, until sleep became real, and in the morning you'd leave just as friends, how it's always been.

When you wake up, you feel really uncomfortable, not being able to get anything out of your head. Over thinking as always, and if this was any other situation, Jin would be the first person you'd tell. But that obviously wasn't possible, so you got up and grabbed you things, said an awkward goodbye and left him cooking pancakes for the both of you.

"Are you sure you don't want any?" He yelled as you were already opening the door to get out of his apartment.

"No it's fine. I forgot I had a meeting to get to and I have to go change and get ready. I'll text you later." You yelled back, trying to sound casual, and not like you were on the verge of throwing up from the anxiety.

You texted him that night and told him you needed to focus on work, that you'd have to go to a few meetings after and you wouldn't be able to meet up. His demeanor never changed, it was always silly Seokjin, always calm,cool, And sweet Seokjin.

JIN: Hey, no worries you're fine. I have to go to a few dinners too, but since you'll be in meetings I'll have to take Hobi or Tae, they're the only ones that like these events anyway.

YOU: Thanks, you should take that girl that you took last time though or you'll end up old and alone. :P

JIN: Maybe, not sure. I'll text you later though, bye!

It was fine right? You would be fine. And he would go out and be his normal charming cool guy self. Just like always. You just needed a moment to get back into the friend zone. And although you'd just lay in bed and lie to him about where you were, you knew eventually you'd have to see him. 

So the day came, well, he more so showed up at your apartment at two am and you couldn't really avoid him. When you opened the door, you don't look up, even though he towers over you. 

"____ what's wrong?"

You can hear the hurt in his voice as he says your name, and yet, you know that if you look up he'll see right through you. So you stare at his feet.

"Nothing just tired from work. What's going on?" You mumble, trying to keep your composure as you look up as him for the first time. He sighs and looks away, scratching the back of his head, trying to figure out what to say next.

"What did I do? Are you mad? I just, I don't know why you're avoiding me, and you tell me everything. So I can't fix it if I don't know what's wrong." He tells you quietly, as if he was reassuring himself to you. That your friendship meant more than just a few races of Mario Kart or a permanent plus one that he didn't have to explain more than just, "yeah, she's a friend." And everyone would just get it, no questions asked. 

But suddenly you were in his arms, and you can smell the fresh cotton scent you've become so used to. You can feel his warmth when he presses into you and you can hear his heartbeat pounding into your ears. 

It wasn't like you didn't miss him, you did, too much for a friend though. And how were you going to break it to him. That you, the one who's supposed to be the cool noona, who doesn't mind just being friends, was in too deep? How could you tell him so he just gives you time to be his friend again? Because losing him would be way worse than anything else thrown at you.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you wrap your arms around his torso in response to his sudden hug. It was second nature to do so, but this time it just felt like it was the last time and you wanted to hold on as long as possible. He brushed your hair with his fingers, and swayed side to side because he knew that made you smile. You took a deep breath, not realizing you had been holding it in since he had first leaned against you.

"It's ok, _______, hey I'm fine, you're fine, nothing's wrong. I know you need space sometimes, but I can't have you lying to me about where you are when we tell each other everything. I didn't mean to scare you. Hey, it's ok don't worry." He pats your head and holds you close realizing for the first time that you're crying. You clear your throat and back away from him wiping away your tears with your sweater paws, trying to regain a little sanity.

"I wasn't lying, I'm just ... tired." You tell him sounding coarse, more tired than you knew. "Work is overwhelming and I just needed some time to myself. You know me, I..."

"No, you don't,not from me anyway. You don't and I know because I know you _____, like the back of my hand I know you." Jin said, sounding louder than he meant to. Taking a step back and breathing once before continuing, "But, I get it. I'm not sure why, but I get that you need space from me." He looks down and sighs, making your heart break a little more each time. He pinches the bridge of his nose and you know it's his form of keeping a level head. He does it when he's mad, or worse, when he doesn't want you to see him cry. 

He looks at you one more time and you can tell. He's tired, and his pleading look is something you thought you'd never be the cause of. But, what's worse? Leaving it here, or telling him the truth and watching him walk out, for real this time?

"Just... give me 2 more days. I just need 2 more days and I promise I'll come back. I just... I just need 2..." you stare at him, but with your own pleading look this time, you words soft and sad. For what, you don't know. Maybe the end, realizing, it might be the last time he visits you?

"Ok, ok _______. 2 days, but when you come back to me I want to know. I really do, whatever you give me. I'll accept it, just like you do to me. No judgement, no worries. But please, 2 days, come back." He grabs your hand and rubs along your wrist, a sign of affection he was used to giving you as he goes in for one more hug. This time he holds you a little tighter, maybe even a little longer, before he clears his throat, takes a deep breath and turns to walk to his car.

You stare at him going down the sidewalk and breathe, 2, 3. He's almost gone ______, and then you really need to get your shit together before you really lose him, you chide yourself silently.

Jin turns and waves, nodding once for goodbye while he smiles softly. His cheeks puff a little in the lamplight and you can see a glare. There was no way he was crying was there? You'd only seen him do it once when you dared him to eat your grandma's salsa that had a little too much jalapeño causing him to cry out in pain. The confused look you had, made him stop for a second before getting into his car and leaving towards his home.

Lying in bed, you kept twisting and turning, feeling way too hot to sleep and nothing could fix it. You walk to the kitchen and pull out some food, but it just gives you nausea thinking about what just happened so you settle for the milk and cereal.

Why'd you have to be so suspicious looking? Like you did something you weren't proud of? I mean, being in love with your best friend isn't a crime, it's just, not common, especially between you two. You went over the scenario in your head again, thinking about what you should have done differently so you wouldn't have to tell him the truth. You look at the cereal and look at the almost empty carton of milk before you grab a bowl and throw everything in trying to stuff your face and forget. 

2 days, 2 days, to figure out how to tell Jin that you love him in a way that isn't the same anymore. And it's all his fault, his, and stupid Lord of the Rings, that you promised to never watch again if this didn't fix itself.

To say that you were productive in trying to figure out the best way to tell your best friend that you were in love with him was a complete over exaggeration. You lied in bed, eating snickers, listening to old Taylor Swift songs- that you hated, but Jin thought were cute, and cried into your pillow like a maniac. There were moments of clarity sure, where you'd write, or at least begin to write, Jin a letter of things you wanted to tell him. Maybe give him a pros and cons list of being your friend still, but you always came up short, Both literally and figuratively. It was frustrating because at the end of the day, Jin had everything. He had his best group of friends, he had girls fawning over him, he had a stable family, a bougie apartment, and a great job. All you offered were some really intense matches of Capcom VS Marvel, and we all know, Jungkook would be a much better opponent. But here you were, trying to figure out where you went wrong, why you had to take his confession in any other way than platonically, and therefore ruin your friendship.

Day 2 came by after a sleepless night. You called Jin and told him as cool as you could that you'd be at his house no later than 8, and to be ready with Captain America Winter Soldier because it was the best and he couldn't change your mind.

"Yes, I get it. Bucky is your dude, no need to rub it in. Don't forget though" his voice getting softer, "I miss you so hurry up"

"Yes I know, you can't live without me and life is unbearable because you have no one warm to cuddle to. Although, I should definitely charge for being your own personal teddy bear." You laugh, as calmly as you can, nerves on the other end running towards you throat to make you sound cringier than normal. 

7 o'clock came and you got ready. Jeans and Jins sweatshirt, not that he would care. Most of them ended up in your house and consequently on you because you liked that his long arms made the perfect sweater paws. You put your hair up in a bun and you told yourself once more through the mirror, "Hey, it isn't the end, everything goes, and if he does too, you'll survive". You nodded to yourself and put the best fake smile you could as you walk towards your car and get in, driving to your version of the end of the world.

Jin opens the door and his eyes light up in the best possible way. You always admired that about him, his true emotions always on his sleeve, and today, you hoped that his eyes would stay like this even after your confession. 

"You gonna let me in or do I have to shove my way through?" You smile as best you can, telling yourself, only a few more minutes until it's all over, just breathe, you'll be ok.

"Nah, you can fight me first!" he teased and went in for a hug. You inhaled his scent like it was the only oxygen you could ever need in life. It was odd, he didn't let go, and although you hated the thought of doing it first, you knew you had to, so you rubbed his back a second went in for the kill, tickling him in his ribs when he least expected it.

"Really!? Wait, no stop! STOP IT YOU WIN!!" He yells as he pulls you in for another hug, He breathes you in for a second, relaxing, "I really missed you. This was way too long, and I don't know how I survived without you" he sighed, his shoulders slouching into you, even when he could easily engulf your whole body in his large frame.

You blush pulling back and patting his arm in the friendliest of ways, "Back at you! Let's go watch Bucky be a beast!" Hoping that he didn't see you cringe to yourself as you said it.

What a dork, you murmur to yourself as you sit on his couch, knocking your shoes off one at a time. You sit cross legged on the sofa waiting for the movie to start before Jin turns off the screen.

"Hey" he says as he sits in front of you on the floor in the same exact way as you. You look at him, a sneer in your stare as you grab a pillow and throw it at his head. He chuckles as he turns away trying not to get hit. But as he turns back you can see the look in his eyes. It's the same one he had 2 nights ago, and it's the one you knew would come back today.

"Yeah, what's up" you tell him, tilting your head to the side,hoping he can just see the tension in your face and leave it alone.

He stares at you for a quick second, thoughts floating in his pupils about what move to make next.

He gets on both knees and gets close to your face, startling you frozen in front of him. You can feel him breathing on you, and you don't know why, but the sudden urge to cup his face with your hand comes out snd you're rubbing your thumb across his cheek. 

He holds your hand within his and closes his eyes for a second, and you can feel him shaking slightly. Is he nervous? Does he think you'll leave him on purpose? I guess it's now or never.

"Jin, I.."

"I know, and if it makes you feel better, I do too."

"Lies, you don't even know what I'm going to say. Do you always have to win? I mean I try my hardest and it's not fair when your fingers are longer than ..." and his lips are on yours, effectively shutting you up from saying something even more stupid than you already had.

You look around the room, feeling like it's spinning, holding on for dear life to his sweater collar because if you let go you'd collapse. 

You close your eyes and and scrunch your face trying to burn it into your memory. A kiss, that's all this is, but it's not. It's his kiss. It's dorky, nerdy, handsome, beautiful Jin's kiss and it's perfect, just like him.

You slowly wrap your hands around his neck as he breathes you in, turning slightly so you can be more comfortable and pulls back to smile at your dumbfounded face. You keep your eyes closed hoping it wasn't just a figment of your imagination before you hear him chuckle, his stupid Jin chuckle.

"What? Why are you laughing? Is this funny to you? How?! How rude" you aim to slap his arm, but he catches it and grabs you by the waist pulling you in for a hug.

"Don't ever do that again, you promise? It wasn't fun, and I don't know if I scared you when I told you I love you because I thought you were sleeping, but I really meant it." Jin kisses your collarbone as he nuzzles into your neck.

"I didn't know, I really didn't, but I'm glad I do now. This anxiety was killing me, and literally the only person I could tell was Tae and we all know how weird he gets when we talk about our feelings. I mean, remember that one time I-"

"Just, here, -" He places another kiss on your lips, then your cheeks, your nose, and your forehead, effectively making you mush. "At least now I know how to really shut you up when you start your monologues"

"Oh shut up and come here" you smile and you pull him up to the couch and snuggle with him under the blanket. 

This was the one thing you didn't think would happen today, and although you lost maybe 10 years from the anxiety alone, it was definitely worth it, you tell yourself as you look at him while he's singing along to the marvel theme song. 

That's my nerd, my Jin.

#seokjinnie #kim seokjin #seokjin #bts seokjin #seokjin imagine #seokjin x reader

[belshka]

Complex // JJK (1)

January 16 2019

(y/n)’s POV

The clock strikes 7:00 PM. The soundcheck raffle announcement will be out soon. Why am I so excited? I must have saved the entire planet in my previous life if I got the soundcheck pass. Who am I kidding, the chance is 1 out of what, 35000? This is insane. No, this is madness. This is BTS.

It pops! The announcement post is here! My hands are cold. I saw my section, and.

And my ticket number.

My ticket number.

Should I scream? Shout? Faint? No, I take a seat on my couch. Just sit there, for 5 minutes straight, before I am able to call my friend, to break the news.

January 19 2019

This is it.

I walk into the venue, I can see the stage, and the Love Yourself World Tour banner. This is so unreal. This is massive. In just a matter of minutes I will finally see them! My heart hurts, my stomach hurts, my head hurts, yet I’m numb?

Fuck! I can hear Namjoon says hello from the stage followed by all the screams. As they walk to the extended stage where most of the soundcheck will be, I can’t help but to be mesmerized by every one of them. They’re legit god. Any arguments are invalid. I don’t know how long I’ve been zoning out until a hand shakes my shoulder from behind. “Hey are you okay? Do you need water? The security have water, I can ask for you?” Says a girl behind me. “Oh! Yes yes I’m totally fine, thanks though!” I smile back at her and bring my eyes back to the stage. Have I told you how good Jimin looks? Cause boy he looks so damn good, I actually forgot that my baby is Jungkook. They’re all my babies don’t get me wrong, even when I’m younger than the youngest but they’re still my babies. It’s been all fun and crazy how I’m able to see them like this, without make up, without the fancy clothes (although their casual clothes are still fancy). Until I notice HIM. Jungkook, with his huge ass camera, right in my direction. I -

Wait, why there is a sound of bell ringing? Am I being delusional?

Wow, I think Jungkook’s camera caught my confused and shooked face. I surely will be a meme in the BTS group chat. I try to push the weird feelings aside. You see this is weird, there is no such thing as soulmate bells or red string stuffs, or matching tattoos. I have been reading too much of fan fiction this is driving me crazy. The soundcheck ends and we are all being ushered to get back to our actual queue for the actual concert. I am so so speechless because come on, I just saw BTS! And probably gotta end up being a meme in their group chat. As I walk to find my friends, all I can think of is to call my sister, she’s also queueing but kinda far from me and my friends. “Hello?” “Oh my god, hahaha the stage is super super huge, and fuck!!! They are all so hot, sis omg, this is so unreal, I cant even believe my own eyes!” (I can’t believe my ears either) “Hahaha you had fun?” “Yes! Of course, where are you? Queuing already?” “Yup” “Okay then, I’ll see you inside!” The call ended as I spot my friends. I tell them everything, except my delulu self that heard the bell rings.

Jungkook’s POV

Another concert, another fun day. I can’t wait to see ARMY! Although I am tired from all the practices and flights, but I live for this, for the thrill, most importantly for those smiles. That I surely know are made for us, and because of us. In just a couple minutes I have to go up the stage for a short soundcheck, this is my favorite part of all because I can see them very clearly, the soundcheck was our idea, it is more intimate, although it seems unfair for those who’re not here, but this is the least we can do to get closer to our lovely ARMY. As Namjoon Hyung says hello, the crowd screams back, and I can already feel my lips forming a huge huge smile just knowing that they are here for us. I have my camera with me during every soundcheck, I feel like I have to capture every moment so I wont forget any details. The soundcheck goes well as usual, Hoseok hyung is having a little talk with ARMY as I shoot a video of him, then I move my camera to the crowd. I -

I hear the sound of bell ringing! What?! I cannot help but to find those eyes, and I finally found them, looking straight into my direction. She looks so confused, yet so beautiful. I bet she knows, I just hope she won’t go crazy. But, she closes her eyes and shakes her head. As if she does not want to believe it. I keep my eyes on her for awhile, my camera still recording her area, but I know for sure I have it zoomed in to her. She looks away first. She doesn’t believe in soulmates. I can see her head down for awhile, but I try my best not to look so obvious because I have been taught how to act if by any craziest chance I will find my soulmate like this. Which is to pretend it did not happened. To stay normal. But is it normal to ignore the existence of your soulmate? How soulmate works is weird, I don’t think the world notice it but when it comes to soulmate, you’ll never know. Every body has one, but the process is different, I don’t know about others, but surely mine is the bell.

We’re back at the waiting room, to get everything done, the make up, the script, the hair, outfits, and all. But I am still stuck. Starstruck? Is that the word? I never thought that my soulmate will be a foreigner? And an ARMY? Yes, ARMY. It feels like I’m living the best life. But also the saddest and tragic one, because I can do nothing. In this line of work, I have to stay like this. To give the best out of me. To sacrifice things. I hope in the end it will be worth the wait and sacrifice. “Jungkookieeeeeeeeeeee, why are you so saddddd?” Jin hyung asks from the couch while having his food. “Nothing hyunggggggg, just sleepy” I say as I walk into his direction and take a seat beside him. “Yah, be honest. Are you really sleepy or you found the one?” Jin hyung whispers. I can only look him in his eyes and hoping that he can read me. “Ayeeee I knew it. Which section?” He asks again. “Right side.” “Our right side or their right side?” “Ours.”

During the opening speech I try so hard to spot her, but I cant. The lights are blinding, and the size of the venue is not helping at all. I keep taking off my in ear just to talk to Jin hyung, praying that maybe he can help me spot her. As we’re about to sing Magic Shop, this is my chance to actually look for her in the pit so I walk slowly to the right stage while scanning the crowd, and I almost burst out laughing because I can see her running from nowhere into the back barricade. She’s something else. I look at her few seconds and I can see her very clearly because she is just by the barricade with her Army Bomb and her phone obviously recording ME. So I took my chance to go a little closer and I can see her friend slaps her right arm and screams something that I can’t really hear. But she’s unbothered. She’s so focus that I can tell her phone is not recording properly. Gosh she’s so funny, I can’t help but let a small giggle out while I shake my head, and walk back to the main stage. I can see her during Euphoria, I can’t really focus. She does not has her phone, I don’t know if she’s crying or not but she is standing in between her friends who are hugging her. It’s a beautiful view. Euphoria is the last time I saw her. Jin hyung spotted her during medley and Run. I’m so desperate to see her, this is my last chance. I keep on getting to the right side of the stage just to find her, until Anpanman, I can see her! I CAN SEE HER! I am so excited I can not contain my smile, I keep on dancing and hanging around the area. Last, it hits me during the closing, Answer : Love Myself, I have my in ear off and just so sad that this may be my last time seeing her. I try fight back my tears, I don’t think I sing properly, I hope no one notice. As we all walk back to the main stage, I look everywhere in her section hoping that I can see her for the last last time, shit I can’t see her. After the final bow I still give it a try, I walk a little bit to the extended stage but I still can not find her. I give up, giving my last smile before I walk off stage. And there my tears fall freely, I sit by the stairs to calm myself down because this is all too much, I have to fly to another country, leaving her, without any information. Without her knowing that I am her soulmate. My heart breaks even more, until Jimin hyung come to me and comfort me. He is truly the fairy. “Its okay Jungkookieeee, the chance will come sooner or later. You are soulmate, you’ll end up with each other. So don’t worry okay, you’ll find her. We will find her. Okay? Don’t cry, besides you did very good today!”  All I can do is to let out some sniffles as we both walk back to the waiting room to meet the others for concert photo.

(y/n)’s POV

The pit is crazy, I decided to stay at the back so it will be easier for me to run around to wherever Jungkook is heading. Bitch be running wherever her bias is heading, that bitch is me. Oh fuck, this is my song. Magic Shop, I literally scream each and every word out of my lungs. When I realize where Jungkook is heading, I literally run for my life to the back barricade and thank God it’s still empty. His legs ugh, he is sweating like crazy it makes him glow even more. I have my useless Army Bomb with me, and my phone, trying to record and capture Jungkook as much as I can because who knows, this may be my first and last. But luck was not on my side, I forgot to press record. I cannot scream, but Jungkook is too close, he is too close and my friend fucking slapped my arm. I could not careless all I see is him, too close, too close. Jesus bless my pure soul cause Jungkook just giggled? Why is he so funny.

Before the concert, days before the concert. I did my research very well, I know the whole setlist and where will they perform it. The stage and all so I know right after Just Dance, will be Euphoria at the main stage. I kinda make my way towards the stage with my two friends. “hey (y/f/n), can you please record the whole performance because I don’t think I can record it..” With that being said, the lights dim a little and I can hear the intro. I got goosebumps all over my body, I can’t believe that I finally able to see it live. Woah my body will collapse soon, my tears start to fall very quick. My friends notice and laugh but they have me in between them. Most of the time I stay at the back because I want to focus on the performance, plus I’m super tired I have not eaten anything yet today so I was at the back with water from the security. But I gained my energy back during medley and encore. Anpanman! Oh my god, I can see Jungkook again! Very clear because he is always on our side. I recorded his little cute dance. The 2 hours concert feels like a minute, they are at the extended stage for Answer : Love Myself, but boy is holding back tears. I feel a pang in my heart, and my lungs are lacking of oxygen. It hurts, my eyes are burning. I know this song will always have that effect on me but I don’t know that it will be like this. They walk back to the main stage for the final final bow, I smile through my tears and when the lights bout to turn off, Jungkook walk back a little for another goodbye while scanning through the crowd. This boy, he loves army that much. He smiles before it turns completely dark and the lights back without the boys on stage. I stay for some pictures with my friends, and my sister.

I say nothing about my weird feelings and the sound of the bell cause what kind of a crazy and delusional fan am I. So while waiting for the crowd to die down a little, I sit on the grass outside the venue while looking through my videos briefly, talking about the concert. The crowd somewhere goes crazy because apparently BTS is leaving for their hotel, but I could not careless because heck I’ve spent my entire day standing and waiting, I need to sit and rest my legs. And my crazy heart.

January 20 2019

Jungkook’s POV

Today is my last day here and I have no chance to explore because I have to fly back to Seoul.

(y/n)’s POV

Today is my last day here, I explore and shop a bit at the city before heading to the airport because I have to fly back home. Thank you (country), for the unforgettable night.

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[bangchanshehe]

Handsome Disaster pt.12

When the school bad boy and womanizer Hoseok turns his attention on you it’s hard to ignore. Especially with your best friends being in a relationship and living five doors down from each other.

Hoseok X OC

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The next morning you woke up to the sound of pots and pans banging in the kitchen, ripping you out of your comfortable sleep. You groaned out not ready to wake up, but knew that it was useless. You stretched and looked at Hoseok, hoping that the loud noises hadn’t woke him up yet. Your big baby remained asleep in bed, still completely deep in sleep as his body still slept away all of the alcohol in his system.

You smiled as you remembered the way that he complimented you last night, in his drunken stupor. His cute pink cheeks and his cheesy attempts at being sexy. You rolled your eyes at his capability to think about sex even when he was that inebriated and laughed to yourself. And then it hit you.

Hoseok had gotten a tattoo last night. You thought it was incredibly endearing and comforting to know that he cared for you so much to permanently mark his body. It was incredibly humbling to see your nickname stretched across his skin.  You knew that Hoseok was a fan of tattoo’s since he had already had a few of his own loitered across his body. You pulled his arm out from under the covers and kissed just below his tattoo. You put his arm back down softly and snuck out of bed as quickly and quietly as possible, hoping that Hoseok would have a proper day to sleep in.

You walked into the kitchen to find the source of all the noise and found Sera in the middle of the kitchen surrounded by ingredients in the largest mess you’d ever seen. You automatically sighed and thought about the cleaning process and how long it would take to make the kitchen look like normal. And knowing Sera, this was only the beginning of the mess. Your best friend was one hell of a cook, but her ability to create a disaster zone out of nothing was uncanny.

“Need some help?” you asked her

You pulled her out of her hard work and concentration and she looked up at you to smile.

“I cook you clean?” she asked with wide eyes pleading you to say yes.

You looked over everything once more and sighed at the mess. You nodded your head and Sera smiled wide knowing that you would help her no matter what.  You grabbed a large bowl and anything that would fit inside of it and took it to the sink and began your endless job of cleaning up after sera.

An hour later she had made delicious hangover soup for both of the boys and we were ready to take a nap. You made the two of you a cup of coffee and both of you sat on the couch and waited for the boys to wake up on their own. You sipped your coffee and mindlessly played on your phone while Sera caught up on whatever drama she was currently watching.

You scrolled through your instagram your tumblr, pinterest, and facebook and nothing seemed worthwhile to you. You got up and grabbed your keys from your purse and snuck out the door to head over to your apartment. There were a few things that you needed from home that you didn’t pack originally and now that you were bored nothing sounded better than cuddling up on the couch with your favorite novel.

You walked across the street and down a few houses and walked up to your door. It felt good to come home even if it still wasn’t quite safe. But what were the chances that Shownu would be at your house this early in the morning? You opened the door and breathed in the smell of your house. Between both of you girls the house always smelled so good.

You smiled to yourself as you automatically relaxed at the comfort of being in your home. You went to the fridge and opened up the fridge and grabbed a soda. You danced around the living room and then made your way into your room and grabbed a tote to fill with more of your things.

You grabbed nail polish, face packs, books, movies and anything extra that you thought that you might possibly want. You grabbed more clothes and workout clothes for when the two of you wanted to go to the gym. Your original plan to have only a couple of things escalated to you bringing three more bags over to the house.  

You locked up and headed out the door and back over to Hoseok’s house with your belongings and practically skipped over at the thought of having a fun girl’s night and being able to lounge around and pamper yourselves before going back to school tomorrow.  You opened the door and smiled wide when Sera looked up at you confused as to where you went and what you have.

“look what I got!” you said opening the bag and showing her what was inside.

“Oh my god. Life saver.” She said grabbing the nail polish out of your bag and immediately started to shake the bottle to paint her nails.

You laughed at her eagerness and walked back to Hoseok’s room to put your things away. You opened the door slowly trying to avoid the painful creaking of the hinges and sat down the bags softly. You squatted down and began to pull things out of the bag to organize them when the bed sheets ruffled and you paused. You tried to remain still and make no noise or movements but the sound of the bed dipping and the springs moving told you that sleeping beauty was awake.

“What are you doing?” you hear a sleepy voice ask you from behind

You turned your head and saw Hoseok sitting up and yawning while he stretched. He looked cute with a puffy face from his sleep and alcohol. He stretched out and stopped when he saw the bandage on his wrist. He quickly pulled it back under the covers and reached under the bed to pull his hoody over his arms.

You noticed his quick actions and his attempt at hiding his tattoo and inwardly frowned. Did he think that you didn’t know? Is he ashamed or embarrassed? Does he regret it? Your thoughts picked away at your peace of mind and caused you to doubt the small moments of happiness that you were granted by his tattoo.

“I went over to my house and grabbed a few things” you answered softly

Hoseok immediately stilled in the bed and his eyes went wide. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair tiredly.  

“I know we haven’t exactly talked much about you going back to your apartment, but please don’t go over there without me. It makes me worry.” He pouted

“I’m sorry” you started “I won’t go over again without you.” You promised

Hoseok smiled and patted the bed next to him. You sat your things down and crawled under the sheets next to him and he pulled you into his chest. You both lay on your sides and looked at each other lovingly. Hoseok tucked his arm behind his head and propped it up while you snuggled into him and looked up at his soft smile.

“I have something to show you” he whispered

“I know” you replied back

He raised his eyebrows and his eyes went wide. He opened his mouth to speak up but shut it quickly. He cleared his throat and looked around the room avoiding eye contact with you.

“And…” he said hesitantly “are you mad?” he looked back at you trying to gauge your reaction

“Mad?” you asked with laughter in your voice “Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know…it’s just kind of a big deal” he said shyly

“And it’s absolutely beautiful” you confessed cupping his face “I love it”

You brushed his long hair out of his eyes and smiled at him. He grinned and leaned forward sealing your lips with a kiss. You pulled away and grimaced

“What?” he asked concerned

“morning breath” you said and Hoseok immediately checked his breath.

He pretended to gag at the smell of the lingering alcohol on his breath and jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth. You smiled at his antics and followed him into the bathroom. You stepped behind him and hugged his waist and placed your head on his back.

“Sera made hangover soup for you and Minhyuk” you said  to him as you rubbed his stomach.

“hell yeah, I’m so hungry” he said under his breath as he turned around in your arms

You leaned back from him now that he was standing in your arms face to face and looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed you softly on the lips.

“better?” he asked

You scrunched your eyes and shook your head, pretending to be debating whether or not it was any better. You looked up at him and pouted

“I couldn’t tell… let’s try one more time” you suggested

Wonho smirked at you and nodded his okay

“okay, if you insist”

He leaned in and kissed you once more and you quickly pulled him closer to you. You wound your fingers in his hair and deepened the kiss when your phone vibrated and brought you back to reality. You pulled away from Hoseok and pulled your phone out of your pocket to check who text you. Immediately you recognized the name and faltered. Shownu. You shoved your phone back into your pocket and turned your attention back to Hoseok.

“Who’s that?” he asked

“No one, let’s go eat” you answered hoping that the worry wasn’t obvious in your tone.

Hoseok followed you out and sat you down at the table. He gathered up the bowls and glasses of water from the kitchen and brought them out for the two of you to eat together. You loved his kindness and ate the food that he served you with a smile, but the unread text message in your phone left a burning hole in your pocket and you were itching to get rid of it. When the two of you finished Hoseok took your dishes to the sink and you seized the moment to open up the message.

Shownu: Why are you ignoring me?

You sighed and dipped your head down. How in the hell were you ever going to get rid of Shownu? He didn’t make anything easy for you and talking to him was next to impossible. He was still delusional enough to believe that the two of you were supposed to be in a meaningful relationship with one another.

You: Shownu, please stop texting me

You quickly put your phone away hoping that no one saw you texting him and got suspicious of you. Almost immediately you received a reply from him and decided to ignore it. You weren’t going to let Shownu ruin things for you by making you live in fear. And as long as you stayed hidden from him and refused to face him head on he was always going to remain a problem for you.

Minhyuk and Sera snuck out while the Hoseok was still washing dishes leaving the two of you in the house for a while. Hoseok came out of the kitchen and slid next to you on the couch. The two of you just enjoyed each other’s company for the day and relaxed. It seemed totally boring to you but a evening without studying or Shownu drama was just what you needed.

It was 8 o’clock when Hoseok jumped off the couch to choose the next movie. You had taken turns and now it was his choice to watch whatever he wanted to. And after making him watch the princess and the frog he deserved to watch whatever he wanted. He pulled out his box of movies and you instantly laughed at the DVD covers. The entire top layer of the DVD storage box seemed to be nothing but low budget cheesy porn.

“Wow, your libido truly is amazing” you said shocked

“Don’t look!” he said trying to turn the DVD’s over, but truly they were no better than the front covers.

He did his best trying to decide which movie he wanted to watch and you waited patiently for him to choose in between his three top choices.

“Hey, while you decide what you want to watch I’m going to go get my mail, I haven’t been getting it for the past few days.” You said to Hoseok

He eyed you wearily and then shook his head. It’s not like he could keep you locked up forever or do everything for you all the time.

“Okay, just take your phone” he bargained

“yes, father” you joked and waved before you went down towards the mail room.

The walk was nice and it felt good to get up off of the couch since you had been cramped up there all day underneath Hoseok’s heavy, clingy limbs. The air was slightly chilly and you grabbed your arms for comfort and warmth. You finally made your way down the long drive to the front desk where the mail boxes were located and quickly took your keys from your pocket to open it up.

You opened your box and countless junk mail and junk letters spilled out on the floor at your feet. You picked them up and sorted through them one by one and sighed that out of 15 letters only 1 seemed to be of any importance. You threw away the junk email and opened the important mail while you stood there and felt your phone vibrate. You opened it up and immediately panicked.

Shownu: I know you’re home, there’s a light on!

Shownu: I know you hear me knocking open up the door!

Your mind went into overdrive as you tried to figure out a way to hide from him. You could stay here and wait him out, but there was no telling how long he would be outside your door. And you couldn’t see your house from here. You could call Hoseok but if he came out then Shownu would definitely see him and know where the both of you were. And lastly you could make a break for it but running into Shownu by yourself felt like it wasn’t very promising.

You decided to walk around the apartments the long way and try your best to avoid Shownu without being suspected.

You tucked your phone into your pants and walked on the outskirts of the apartments, the farthest away from Shownu that you possibly could. Your heart rate was beating rapidly as you tried your best to not seem panicked or stick out too much. You eyed your apartment from between the spaces of one apartment to the next and saw Shownu pacing at your front door. You saw him suddenly stop as he looked in your direction and you immediately turned your head to face forward.

Now your heart was beating so fast you felt like you were having a heart attack. You tried to focus on walking faster instead of looking back and worrying yourself even more about your immediate problem. One foot in front of the other you started panting and breaking down thinking that he possibly saw you.

“Y/N!” you heard him shouting behind you.

You didn’t even have to turn around to know that it was him. You continued to walk forward like he had misidentified you for someone else. But Shownu wouldn’t let up that easy.

“Y/n, stop trying to run away from me or I swear to god!” he yelled

You could hear his steps coming closer behind you and speeding up and you glanced behind you. Shownu was heading towards you fast like a predator stalking its prey.

You quickly broke into the fastest run that you could manage to push yourself and your lungs into. You didn’t care if you couldn’t breathe anymore or if your feet were broken, you would run away from Shownu as long and as far as you could.

He caught up with you quickly and you dashed to the side of the building and ran in-between whatever building and zigzagged across the apartments hoping to make yourself hidden and confuse Shownu enough to make it just a little farther down the street and to Hoseok’s house. You peeped around the corner and didn’t see any signs of Shownu around. You took two large gulps of air and sprinted as fast as you could across the street. You passed one house, only two more to go, you told yourself trying to remain positive. One more to go…

“BITCH!” you heard Shownu growl

He tackled you to the ground from his hidden corner in between Hoseok’s apartment and the next one over. You couldn’t see anything but black as the force of his hit knocked all of the oxygen out of your body. You felt your ribs crack from the pressure of Shownu’s figure pressing down on your own on the cold hard ground, and the feeling of gravel ripping skin away from the backs of your exposed arms.

You tried desperately to scream at the top of your lungs to tell Hoseok that you were just outside, but all that came out was dry sobs. Less than 30 feet away….. all you had to do was scream. Hoseok was less than 30 feet away.

NEXT PART

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[deepseawritings]

Holy moly, it’s been roughly about a year since I started writing S.T.A.L.K.E.R. fanfic! To celebrate, I wanted to write something fun and season appropiate, but writer’s block has been plaguing me until very recently. However, I managed to write a short thing, partially inspired by the art from @cookieekun I’ve been seeing on my dash recently, partially because I wanted to write something about Strelok’s group that wasn’t heavy with angst.

The early days

It was cold. Cold beyond words. His breath flared like a cloud of smoke, quickly freezing in the air, and Strelok looked at Ghost’s scarf with longing. It was tattered and it smelled like wet dog, but at least it was warm. And Fang had the gas mask protecting his face from the chilled winds, lucky bastard.

“Are you going to admit you’re lost?” Ghost asked him from behind his woolly scarf.

“For the last time, I’m not lost!” Strelok replied. “This is a shortcut.”

“It would be great if it was a shortcut to somewhere warm, my balls have turned into ice cubes.”

Strelok could believe that. He was pretty sure his own blood was slowly freezing inside his veins.

"Well I'm not gonna help you warm them." His silly comment made Ghost snort and then start laughing.

“I feel like I’m walking inside a f-fridge guys,” Fang piped up after a long suffering sigh. “C-can we camp for the night?”

There was still a good hour of light, even with the dark clouds rolling by from the north. But they were all freezing, so the idea was received with enthusiasm. However, it's not so easy to find shelter in the middle of the wilderness, unless you're ready to settle for sleeping under a tree. So they grudgingly backtracked their steps until fifteen minutes later they reached their destination.

The building was literally lost in the woods, away from any reminder of civilization. It was similar to the farm in Cordon, but smaller. Most importantly, it would keep them safe from the cold.

"Gather everything that looks remotely flammable," Fang asked them.

Invigorated at the prospect of a bonfire, Strelok started picking up all the twigs he saw, no matter how painfully thin they were. Ghost hollered in triumph and showed them a dented can that could be a gasoline container. And Fang disappeared behind the building, only to come back not much later empty handed.

"Hope that will be enough," Fang sounded doubtful, which was no surprise since their bounty was ridiculously poor.

"It will suffice," Ghost assured him.

Strelok agreed with Fang. Ghost was either over-confident in their ability to keep a fire going or delusional.

The inside of the building was pitch dark. Anything could be lurking there. Fang's flashlight swiped across empty spaces and dirty floors. One high pitched squeal later, something bulky and running on all fours charged towards them. Strelok quickly jumped to the side, dropping the wood in the process, but the boar bowled over Ghost and threw him to the ground. Fang cursed and tried to get his weapon without dropping the flashlight, but he was still fumbling when the boar was already long gone.

Good riddance to it, although it was a shame they hadn’t killed it. Strelok could go for a dinner of roasted boar, much better than their sad and stale rations.

"Shit!" Ghost stood up, pressing his hand against his thigh. "The son of a bitch got me good."

Both Strelok and Fang crowded him, worried by the bleeding. The wavering light of Fang’s flashlight was enough to see the rivulets of red flowing through Ghost’s fingers, and this was not a promising development. Ghost moved the hand away just a little bit, enough to see where the boar had gored him, and blood quickly gushed out and covered his whole hand.

“Punctured artery, most likely,” Fang commented. The slight trembling in his voice was most assuredly not from the cold.

Opening a medkit, a simple and fairly brief action, took Strelok several tries as the damned thing would. not. open. In the end he tore the package open with his teeth, spilling the contents of the medkit all over the floor.  The flashlight was shoved into Ghost’s free hand as Fang rushed to help Strelok gather back the scattered medical supplies. And when they got it all and were ready to treat his injury, Ghost put his and away revealing an already closing wound.

A chorus of “The fuck?” and “No way dude!” ensued. However, despite their collective disbelief, the flesh was mending right before their eyes, almost too slowly to see it clearly.

“That’s... kinda freaky,” Fang said with a pinched look.

Strelok made a noise of agreement and carefully poked the edges of the injury. Felt good as new.  “Freaky but cool. And useful!”

“This suit is like having superpowers,” Ghost said with a goofy grin. “I’m like the Zone’s Superman now!”

Fang snorted in amusement and soon they all were laughing, letting go of the tension of just a minute ago. It felt good.

Afterwards, Fang managed to start a fire with the remnants of gasoline left on the salvaged can and the wood twigs. It was a small fire, but to them it was Heaven on earth, warm and cosy in the dark building. Huddled together around the flames they ate their rations, hard bread and sausages so could they could be frozen.

“Do you think the suit only works when worn?” Ghost asked absently. “Or could I heal someone by touching them? How much contact would be needed?”

“I have an idea to know if –”

“NO!” both of Strelok’s friends cut him off.

“I’m vetoing the idea,” Fang told him, “if it’s like your ideas to test artifact properties surely it will involve jumping off of a bridge or something like that.”

Strelok stared at them with a devilish smirk. Not all of his ideas were crazy like that, he could come up with something reasonable if he wanted. It was just that it was fun to watch their horrified faces when he pitched forward his most wild plans.

“I think it’s snowing,” Ghost announced just then, looking at the quickly darkening strip of sky visible from the broken window in front of them.

Strelok groaned in dismay. He hoped it wouldn’t snow much, marching through the woods in the snow was a nightmare. Last time his feet had become so numb he was sure he’d have to amputate one of the fingers.

“Remember last year, when it snowed for New Year and Doc’s hellish puppy was like a shark under the snow attacking everyone’s ankles?”

Strelok pointed an accusing finger at Fang. “You only remember it fondly because that monster beast didn’t bite you.”

“Perks of wearing an exo-suit.” Like that was an achievement! He just was tall enough to look imposing instead of ridiculous with it.

“Don’t worry Strelok, if Doc’s pseudo-dog bites you this year we’ll test if I can cure you with a hug.” He wasn’t very sure if Ghost was joking or not. It sounded like a joke but that was something he could see Ghost doing with no problem.

The conversation soon shifted towards planning how drunk they would get this New Year and what their resolutions for the upcoming year were, each one more ridiculous than the other. And when the fire eventually died down, they were already asleep, clustered together for warmth as the snow blanketed the whole Zone.

#S.T.A.L.K.E.R. #fanfic #Strelok #ghost #fang

[musicphanpie-b]

Highway To Hell

This is a fic dedicated to my dear friend Mercy for her birthday! @lostin---translation I poured my soul into it, so hopefully, you’ll enjoy it! :) (This is a pre-fic of Welcome To My World Of Fun, written by Mercy. ) Summary: Logan failed a mission and Roman punished him, and giving him a new one that will change his life. Warnings: torture, blood, emotional manipulation, unhealthy relationship, implied deaths, implied suicidal thoughts (please let me know if I have missed any) @imin-loveanon

The heavy metal door was pushed open and Logan flinched at the horrible long screech. A figure walked into the dungeon and Logan tensed up, unconsciously twisting his wrists bound above his head by a rope.

The king approached slowly and stepped out of the shadow into the small circle of light provided by a single light bulb on the ceiling. He had been through this a hundred times, knew by heart what Roman was going to do to him. But yet, a small part of him still hoped, dreamed of Roman letting him off the hook. Maybe that was why he looked into Roman's eyes, looking for softness, forgiveness.

It was a mistake.

Roman's face was calm, but his eyes were anything but that. Logan could see the fury, the sheer rage amid the brown. He knew he should look away, should feign obedience, because Roman would love that, love when his victims screamed and cried and begged, then choked to death with blood gushing out of their freshly opened necks. But Logan was not just some random person, so he kept staring.

Roman smiled, raising his right hand to stroke Logan's cheek." Do you know how much I love you, Logan?" Logan fought to keep a straight face, to pretend that he was not liking Roman's gentle touch, wasn't thirsting after it.

"Yes, my king," Logan replied after a few strokes. He would say that he didn't answer right away because he was in shock, but his legs weren't trembling. His heartbeats quickened but his breaths remained collected. The heat of Roman's hand sucked him in, taking him out of reality.

He should have known the drill by now. But he still got lost in the moment, his brain creating delusional thoughts, and he let his eyes fluttered shut. Second mistake.

The hand slid away and came back down with a slap, hard. The sound of skin connecting with skin echoed harshly across the dungeon. Then he registered the pain, heat spreading through his entire left cheek like bee stings.

"Then you should know how much I hate it," Roman started stroking his throbbing cheek again and he shuddered against his will," when you fail to do what I ordered."

It should not feel good, yet it did. He could fight back, could scream at Roman to let him go, could list off how many things he had accomplished for the king, could say how many secret meetings of the rebellion he had struck. But he didn't because a sick, twisted part of him wanted it. Needed the attention like oxygen. He felt like vomiting, mind pulling him in two opposite directions."I am sorry." He answered, staring at the muddy ground.

"You're not," Roman roughly pulled Logan's head back with a tight grip of hair," You disappoint me." He spat out each word with malignancy, leaning close to the other man's face until Logan could feel the king's breath.

Logan bit his lips to keep the whimper at bay, pretending his vision wasn’t becoming blurry. Roman smirked and released his hair, then gave his reddened cheek a firm pat. Logan's head dropped again, his defiance wearing away while he watched as Roman walked over to a side table, a long roll of torture weapons openly displayed like proud treasures. His heartbeat spiked despite having been in the same position for countless time already, the adrenaline rushed in anticipation. A small part of him wanted to fight back, wanted to escape and run away because this is dangerous, but a bigger, more compelling part of him stopped his limbs from working. The king had taught him loyalty, he would not break the rules, he was better than this.

Roman swept his hand over the knifes and daggers and needles, all in different shapes and sizes." You are enjoying this, aren't you? Submitting to your king, being obedient, just like the good servant you are." His hand stopped on a samurai sword and Logan let out a small gasp. The blade brought him back to a few years ago, when he failed an assassination mission and came back empty-handed, Roman had been mad. That was the first time Roman used a sword on him, cutting and slicing without any mercy, eyes a raging storm and the whole dungeon became a battle zone with Roman’s punches and kicks. He could still recall the sight of red everywhere, body fluid and vomit mixed together on the muddy floor and the smell of revolting iron filling his nostrils. After that, Logan had sworn to himself to never fail again. Evidently, he couldn't keep his promise.

Roman chuckled seeing his reaction, looking up and down at the sword he just picked up, his reflection glinting off the shiny long blade." You still haven't answered my question, Logan."

Logan wriggled his wrists again, feeling the knot rubbed against his already tender skin. He contemplated the question, letting his mind wandered free as Roman finally tightened his hold on a thorn whip. Maybe he did, maybe he was drawn to the rush of thrill, the sense of pain, the tearing of the skin. Maybe it was what he deserved." Yes, I enjoy it." He gulped, bracing himself for what was to come.

Roman seemed amused by his answer, delighted even." Good." It was all he said when he returned to Logan's side, holding the thorn whip up, the last few inches of it long enough to lay flat on the ground, the whole length was covered in black rose thorns, packed and sharp. Logan gulped again.

Roman looked remorseful now." You have always been a useful asset, indispensable even. I have always treasured you, given you the best treatment out of all my advisers. And yet." He sighed, laying a hand on Logan's chest, stroking his bare neck exposed above the prison suit on him." I don't want to do this, Logan, but you've given me no other choice." When Logan looked up, he could see the frown, the pained expression, but he knew better than to be deceived by the king's flawless act. He knew his eyes were cold, calculating. He wanted to trick him, to give him hope, a taste of fondness, before taking everything away with a swing of his fist or anything he currently possessed.

Roman dropped the whip, a dull thump rang through the small room." I know you don't believe me, but trust me, Logan, you are my best one in the team," his cradled Logan's head with both hands gently," the smartest," a thumb wiped across his lip," the wittiest," a hand went down and circled his lower torso," and most importantly, you're mine to use," he pulled their bodies together, connecting them from chests down to their thighs. The air felt too thin and Logan almost couldn't catch his breath, too dizzy from the heat radiating off of Roman. The king’s left hand pulled their heads further closer until their lips were almost touching. His eyes roamed over Logan's face like a crazed predator looking over its prey, possessive.

He couldn't take it anymore." Stop," Logan murmured weakly," please."

Roman didn't move a muscle," why?"

Not breaking the eye contact, Logan replied," because you don't mean it." He let out a shaky breath, willing himself not to fall for the act like before, to hide his vulnerable feelings from this person in front of him.

"You're wrong," the other said, voice hoarse and tight. His whole brain was screaming at him not to believe it, to not fall for the game the king was playing, but a louder, foolish side of him did.

The king closed the distance between them and Logan leaned forwards, ignoring all the logical opposition. So when the king suddenly pulled away just before the kiss happened and laughed. Logan felt as though a big tub of ice-cold water was poured over him, drowning him, suffocating his every sense. His facade cracked and he felt tears welling up quick, his throat tightening and made him choke.

"Did you truly think that I would love you? Don't be silly," Roman bent down to pick up the weapon again," know your place, slave."

Logan didn't want this, didn't want to be played like this, didn't want to have something he had wanted for so long to be dangled in front of him and then snatched away in a split second. He let out a sob, god, he was pathetic.

The king didn't give any acknowledgment to Logan's breakdown, instead, he dragged the whip on the ground as he circled the bounded man." I used to love you, back when you were actually helpful, back when you actually treated me like a friend." Logan wanted to object so badly, wanted to say that 'no, I have always seen you as my friend, and even something more', but Roman continued." But now all you do is fail me, give me trouble to clean up after." Logan sobbed harder now, every word of disapproval acting like a knife to his heart.

"I-I'm sorry," Logan said through broken sobs," please forgive me." His emotions got the better of him and he gave up trying to keep his cold mask on. It all started with a mistake, an accident. It was during a celebration when Logan was a bit tipsy from the alcohol, when Roman was just too close, his intoxicating scent pulled Logan in without himself noticing, the next second he was kissing the king, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. And the next, the king had pushed him away and glared at him with disgust. Logan had scrambled off immediately and apologized the next day, blaming it on being drunk. But it was too late, the king saw through him like a wall of glass.

They had been on good terms. Roman had treated Logan well, almost as if he was one of the nobles even if he was just an adviser. There were discreet touches, hush whispers, silent staring, all the signs were there, or at least Logan thought so. He thought he could be something more than an adviser, something more than another tool in the chess game. Now he knew he was just another meaningless piece, expandable.

"Oh, love, please don't cry," the sweet tone came back again and Logan was too hurt to care about its validity. He needed comfort from Roman, needed affection, craved it as if it was a bandage to his bleeding heart. Roman wiped away his tears and shushed him." It's okay, I forgive you."

Something relaxed inside Logan, he let down his guard. Third mistake.

"But you have done something wrong, and you need to be punished." Roman said regretfully and Logan believed it like a moth chasing after a torch, because he didn't know what was real anymore, couldn't differentiate between lies and truths." I am only doing this for your own good. So that you won't make the same mistake again next time." Roman added, smiling a little.

"Th-thank you." Logan choked out, exhausted. He could taste salt on his lips and could see through blurry eyes that Roman was raising the whip, ready to swing down on him.

The thorns tore clothes apart and slashed skin opened. Once the whips started it never stopped, coming down again and again repeatedly, dragging the thorns in and out of his flesh. All Logan could do was scream.

After roughly an hour, Roman stopped swinging the whip and stepped back as if he was appreciating his handicraft. Logan was covered in cuts and wounds from arms to toes, irregular gashes were all over his torso and thighs, blood trailing down like small rivers, dripping down on the ground, which was the only sound in the dungeon besides Roman's rapid breathing.

Logan's eyes were half-closed, too exhausted to open them. For the whole time he had screamed out 'I'm sorry', 'please', begged for the pain to stop, asked for forgiveness. Within an hour, the king had reduced him from a highly-respected adviser to a crying, begging, poor excuse of a human. He would have laughed at the irony if not for the current state he was in.

After a few minutes, Roman calmed down again and regained his usual posture. He ruffled Logan's hair as if he was appeasing the other. Logan was too tired to respond, his whole body numb from the immense pain inflicted by the earlier session. He felt a hand under his chin, tugging his head up.

"Logan, are you with me?" Roman said with concern. And when the other nodded, he continued," I need you to do something for me." He turned around and grabbed a pocket knife from the table, waving it in front of Logan's face and observed. He chuckled when Logan's eyes widened and he flinched back just enough for Roman to see. Gosh, he really loved what fear could do to people.

“You promised to bring me Patton within three days. Three days had passed, and I don’t see his head delivered to me.” Roman said, trailing the tip of the blade along Logan’s chest, which was mostly bare and bloody with his clothes torn apart by the whip.

Logan’s breath hitched watching the short knife dance near his heart.” Give me one more chance, I can do it this time.” He knew Roman had killed numerous staff just because they displeased him by making simple mistakes, so asking for mercy was the only option left for him.

“Why should I trust you?”

He had not calculated the chance of him dying on Roman’s hands, but that changed now.

Roman seemed to sense his thoughts. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill you. You still have much potential.” Roman retrieved the knife,” I don’t doubt your unwavering determination in following my orders, so I believe there is another reason behind this failed mission.”

Logan thought hard, trying to predict what the king was about to make him do.

“I can’t help but think that you’ve gone soft. Years of not being on the battlefield had hindered your horizon, stopped you from fully unleashing your inner beast. Mundane duties could not train your practical skills. I imagine you have got bored with not getting your hands on something, or rather, someone, haven’t you?”

Oh god, no no no no no no-

“So, this time, before I force the information out of Patton, I want you to do it first,” Roman seemed to get excited just from talking about it,” the first time is always the best.”

Putting another human soul through what he had just experienced? That was the furthest thing Logan wanted to do, but he didn’t have a choice. Also, Patton...

“Yes, I will do it.” It sounded final, not just to this ordeal, but to Logan’s life and that little shred of morality left in it.

“Good. I look forward to you bringing me the good news.” Then he left, dropping the pocket knife carelessly without untying him or even a goodbye.

----------------------------------------------------

With great difficulty, Logan pulled his hands free, his wrists raw to the point of almost bleeding. He started to take a few steps, but the pain caused him to wobble and he fell to the ground, hitting himself on the side table in the process.

The small three-inch blade on the ground was the only thing that was remotely clean in this place, and it seemed like the only way out, for Logan to leave this place with the last shred of dignity. But he didn’t let the intrusive thought linger, instead, he pushed himself up again and leaned on the table for support. He had work to do.

He left the castle without changing his clothing, capturing Patton was the only thing on his mind. This was so unlike him to not have a plan before acting, but who was he anymore? A lap dog, a slave, or a punching bag? Deep down, he knew he was none of these things. He started to head towards the forest with no clear direction.

His whole body was burning in agonizing pain to the point he was numb to it. The chilly air further numbing his skin. If anyone caught sight of him, they would think that he was attacked and immediately help him, that would make it a good opportunity to capture them. He ran, determination pushing him forward. Maybe he would bleed to death before he reached the secret camp of the rebels, but once again, he didn’t care anymore.

After what felt like hours of limping, a clearing in the middle of the forest came into view, along with three small tents around a small burning fire. He looked a bit harder and noticed that no one was here. For some reason, he was relieved at this, glad that no one would become his victim.

But that changed soon, as a man wearing a grey linen kilt and a blue scarf came out of the tent in the middle. Go back, Logan wanted to say as he turned around, not wanting to be seen, but it was too late.

“Logan?! Where have you been?” Arms grabbed his own and he flinched. Patton pulled his hands back, then saw the blood covering them. His expression turning worried.” Oh god, Logan, what happened to you?”

Patton looked like he was close to tears and Logan wanted nothing more than to go back to where he came from, to end everything back on that dirty floor of the cell. Because as much as he wanted to deny this, Patton was his best friend, and he was about to-

“Please tell me! Are you alright? Who did this to you?” Logan could practically hear the tears in his words, and his heart clenched.

“I am fine-”

“No, you’re not! Y-you are covered in blood!”

“I-” All of the sudden he felt the world rotating and he fell, then strong arms caught him and he was lowered to the ground gently by Patton, who sat down and hugged him against his chest. At that moment, he felt love for the first time since everything fell apart. Patton was everything good in this world, and he was holding Logan, who was anything but good. He had hurt everyone around him, he was poison, a monster. He should have done it in the cell, should have picked up the knife and end everyone's misery.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, it’s alright, you’re safe now.” No, I am not, and neither are you.” Just tell me who did this to you, they will pay for it.” Patton reassured solemnly.

Logan was just a puppet, strings pulling his every move, and at last, he would be left to crash and burn, no one would miss him. There was nothing he could do, he was entirely on someone else’s hands, and he was done fighting, done trying to pretend he was doing the right thing, done trying to protect the ones he cared about. Because when Roman picked him up from the street ten years ago, when Roman took him from living with rats and sewage into living in the castle, his life was ended, ripped from him before he even noticed. From the moment Roman assigned him to be his adviser, everything was taken away, and he was naive to even dare to think that he could still do something with his life. He should never have befriended Patton, because he was the villain in this story, and everyone he had known would be dragged into the hellfire with him.

Patton was about to die, because of him, and he decided that he owed him at least some honesty.” It was Roman.”

Patton’s eyes widened,” How did the king catch you? You said you were just going out to guard this place!”

The funny thing about heartache was that once it got too much, once it felt like you had run out of air and you could die from it, it stopped. Your mind would protect you from it by completely shutting off your emotions, and it turned you into a robot so that you would not suffer anymore.

“One of the royal guards caught me.” Logan replied.” Is anyone else here?”

“No, they were all out for more resources for this mission.”

“Perfect.”

“What do you mean-”

Before Patton could finish his sentence, Logan had smashed his head against the tree trunk next to them, and Patton immediately went unconscious.

As he was carrying Patton back to the castle on his shoulders, he pondered the question once more. The forest was completely quiet, the full moon put an eerie silver hue over his surrounding, making him think of pairs of canine eyes and sharp teeth belonging to wolves. The darkness did nothing to clear his mind.

But after he arrived, after he put Patton in the cell he was in a few hours ago, and went to greet the king in a new set of clothes with long parts covering every inch of his body. He finally found his answer.

Patton was beginning to wake up, he walked in front of the man lying on the ground, Roman’s eyes boring into the back of his skull.

He finally knew as he tightened his hold on the knife, ready to cut into the man once he called his best friend.

He was nothing.

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[koreankokaine]

Flights- part 1 (a Monsta X story)

Words: 1348～

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“Bruh, I’m so excited for tomorrow we are going to see our boys.” My friend Ellie squealed through the phone on FaceTime. We had been talking for the past 3 hours about our trip to Atlanta for the Monsta X Beautiful in The U.S world tour. It was about 11:40 am. I was browsing my Instagram looking at the shows from the other cities the boys had played in.

“I know! I’m so excited!” I said matching her enthusiasm. At this time tomorrow, we will be in the air. Just about to land. “Yeah. Dude is it bad that I’m more excited for the plane than the guys.” I mumble under my breath. She gasped “Um. Hell yes, that’s bad.” I chuckled “HOLY SHIT DUDE!! Shownu will be within 100 feet from my body in less than 35 hours.” She gasped. I laughed again “Girl, you are crazy.” “Only for Shownu, Hoe.” “True,” I said laughing again. I was still scrolling when my mother yelled up to me “Mira, get off the phone it’s time to work.”

My parents and I live in a 3 room apartment above my family’s restaurant. Which is really popular and locally known. When I can, I waitress during the summer. “Hey, dude, I have to go text me later yeah?” “Yep,” She says completely distracted. Probably by Tumblr. I mean knowing her. “Coolio. See ya,” “Yeah bye.” She said as she hit the call button I grabbed my apron and ran down stairs. I worked for about 2 hours. When I was done I had a text from El and one other friend. El had said, “AND THE KINGS HAVE LANDED SAFELY IN ATLANTA.” I replied,” yassssss.” I ran back to my room and opened my other text.

“We are in Atlanta.”

I smiled, they’re here. So you’re probably thinking ‘wow that’s a coincidence somebody else is in Atlanta’. Welp, THEY are the reason 900 kpoppers are in Atlanta.

Monsta x.

You’re probably also wondering how I know Monsta x. That’s a story for later. Ellie DOES NOT KNOW ABOUT ME KNOWING THEM. It’s my surprise to her tomorrow. But anyway the text was from Changkyun or better know as I.M, the maknae of the group. I texted him back.

“Yay, I missed you guys so much. Can’t wait to see you guys tomorrow. We still meeting before the concert?”

It wasn’t even a minute before he replied: “Missed you too, bubbles and yeah just text me when you are at the hotel.”

“Yes, Kookang Oppa.” (*insert saluting sticker)

“Ok, see you tomorrow.” He replied quickly.

“Bye bye.” I typed back.

It was about 3:30 and I was kind of tired so I took a nap which turned into a full sleep. I was out for the rest of the night.

The next morning I woke up at 8 to a few IMessages from Ellie and a few Line messages from the guys.

ELLIE- 7:58: ”GOOOOOD MORNING THE CLOUDS ARE SHINING AND KIHYUN IS SINGING.” Girl, you don’t know how dead on you are. She must know it’s raining, either that or she is so excited that she’s delusional.

ELLIE- 8:08: “When is Tessa picking you up?”

Tessa is my 37-year-old sister. I was adopted and her father is my adoptive father. Her mother passed away when she was a teen and my adoptive mom is her step.

ELLIE- 8:15: “Have you left yet?”

ELLIE- 8:24: ”I’m leaving now, see you at the airport.”

KOOKANG OPPA: “SAFE FLIGHT BUBBLES. TEXT ME WHEN YOU LAND.”

APPA BEAR: “Hi Hello Annyeong, little one can’t wait to see you and your friend.” oh the jokes :)

MY FUTURE HUSBAND (*insert flame, lock and key, ring and purple heart emojis): “Hi future wife safe travels can’t wait to hug you.” OK, I didn’t program his name, he did and by he, I mean Lee Hoseok aka Shin Hoseok Aka Wonho.

CHAEBOT: “If I’m not awake when you visit wake me up.” lol yeah so I’m the only one he will allow to wake him up. Even if it is hard to do.

I replied to them respectively, rushed to collect my chargers, got changed and ran down stairs. Tessa was already here and had packed my backpack.

“Hello,”

“Hi, Tess.”

“Ready?”

“Yep. Bye, Mom. Bye, Dad.”

“Bye, honey. have a fun time take lots of pictures” She said coming over and giving me a hug.

“I will,”

“Tell El I said hi and tell Peanut happy birthday.” Peanut is Ellie’s now 10-year old brother who is cute and tiny hence peanut. He has been Peanut since before he was born. But according to her, his nickname is Peanut because he has a “peanut shaped head” so not true though.

“I will,” I said trying to avoid being sucked into another hug.

“We have to go our flight is taking off at 10:45 and have to get through security and…” Tess says.

“Yeah, yeah I know let’s go,” I say grabbing the rest of my stuff.

“Ok bye guys see you tomorrow” my mom calls.

“Bye be safe girls” yelled my dad from the behind the counter

“Thanks and ok” I open the door and walk out to Tess’ car.

I text El that we are on our way and put my headphones in. So here’s the dealio Tessa isn’t a kpopper but she watches Korean dramas and wants to travel to Korea but that’s it. El and I are 16-year olds so we couldn’t go on our owns. I have been into Kpop for almost 7 years and El 5-6. I stan most group but El, only a few. Monsta x is her main group. I can’t have one (the story is connected to the one for later) anyway this was my gift to El as an early birthday present. So I hope she’s happy with her surprises.

After 30 mins or so we reach the airport El is already here with her mom and little brother waiting for us. I text her letting her know we are parking and will be there in a few minutes. Tess and I walk from our parking level the elevators to go to the ground. We walked a bit and get to the door of the main building. I scanned the room quickly and saw my best friend. We spotted each other at the same time then rushed each other for a hug. We crashed almost falling. We hadn’t hung out in a month. We were best friend deprived. I separated from her when I saw Peanut.  “Hi Peanut happy birthday,” I said giving him a hug and kiss on his head. “Thank you,” he said blushing. Oh yeah, he has a crush on me and it’s so cute. I said hello and gave their mom a hug. She’s like a 3rd mom to me. After a few mins, I felt my phone vibrate. It was Wonho. He asked if we at our airport yet. I quickly replied. The notification reminded me of why we were at the airport. “Dude, we have to get going.” Tess looked at her watch. “Yeah we do,” She said. We said our goodbyes with the fam and went to go through TSA. Once we got through security we grabbed Starbucks and went to our gate. By the time we reached the gate they had just started to board. We waited till our zone was called. El and I were eager to get on but Tess, not so much. We boarded the plane. El was in the window on my left I was in the middle and Tessa on the aisle to my right. The three of us put in our headphones and relaxed. At 10:56 we were off.

When we were landing, El had a mini freakout because the plane hit turbulence. Let’s just say I’m cutting her claws when we get to the hotel. Cause that shit hurt. Excuse my language.

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[anna-2807]

I love you but I’m not IN love with you.

I doubt there is a marriage counselor anywhere who hasn’t heard the “I love you but…” statement more times than they could count.  Some days I think it is epidemic.

In my practice, I find more women come in with this complaint than men, but there have been several men as well.  It saddens me because I can tell from their body language they care for each other.  They are sitting close or facing each other.  The one who says it doesn’t want to hurt their spouse, so this person is reluctant to explain why.

The spouse is often devastated and can’t seem to get any answers to the questions of why or how or when.  It is really important to see each spouse alone so I can actually find out what is going on.  The “I love you but…” spouse usually isn’t going to be openly honest until I do.

It all boils down to this one thing

I’d like to tell you there is a quick and easy fix for this situation but it is a tough one to deal with–for both partners and often for the counselor as well. I will tell you that I have found in my experience it usually boils down to one thing: passion.

Now that sounds simple enough.  But there are many factors that influence desire and most people aren’t aware of them.  Some of you are very practical in your approach to love and marriage.

You made a commitment and as long as there isn’t a lot of pain or abuse, you will see that commitment to the end.  You may not have even considered asking yourself whether you are happy or fulfilled.  But some of you are deep feelers.

You need to feel emotionally connected in a very intimate way and when that is lacking, you question whether or not the marriage is working.  Practical people often find themselves linked with feelers and that is the perfect mix for trouble in the bedroom.

Common roots of the “I Love You But…” Issues

If you or your spouse is feeling the “I love you but…” phenomenon, you need to figure out the root of the problem.  Here are just a few possible scenarios for you to consider as a place to start.

1.  The most common reason I’ve found for this situation is lack of emotional intimacy.

That is why we preach so heavily at The Marriage Place for couples to get in the habit of spending time together talking and connecting.  I simply cannot emphasize the importance enough.

The problem with this one is that the partner who is inattentive, unobservant or unavailable is usually not aware they are leaving their spouse feeling rejected and alone.

It’s hard to explain to your spouse when you feel you are a low priority.

You may say you feel lonely or unappreciated.

You may express your feelings as complaints for more quality time.

This may change your spouse’s behavior for a short period of time, but it likely won’t bring about permanent results.  This can leave you feeling hopeless.  The friendship dies.

Eventually, you will stop having romantic feelings for your spouse.  Too much of this and desire for your mate will be gone completely.  By the time some of these couples come to counseling, passion has been missing for so long they are convinced they will never be able to find that desire again or they aren’t sure they want to try.

Check out this article for a more detailed explanation of just how this can happen in a marriage.

2.  One spouse is not a good lover.

This reason for lack of passion is a simple fix, but no one wants to talk about.    I love working with these couples because it is usually a fairly easy fix, all things considered.

There are some wonderful books and resources available to help you become an expert in the art of lovemaking.  Too many people remain silent because they are embarrassed or afraid to hurt their partner’s ego.

Face it!  Most of us aren’t taught how to be good lovers.  But trust me, it is worth the effort to learn!  A few sessions with the right therapist can completely rock your world in this regard.

3.  Pornography is another romance killer.

Viewing porn is not harmless and it is never healthy.  Some couples have been encouraged to view porn together to spice things up.

It may give the desired results for a brief period of time, but I’ve never seen it be a healthy activity for any marriage.  I’ve only seen it damage relationships.

Porn can kill a man’s desire for his wife.  Some women are so devastated when they find their husbands have viewed porn, they actually consider divorce.

It is addictive and like any addiction, it will require more exposure to more graphic images to get the desired results.  This isn’t only a warning for men.  Women view porn as well.  Romance novels (what I call female porn) can create a delusional desire for something that cannot exist in the real world.  My advice…stay away from either one.

4.  Losing respect for your spouse can kill your sex drive quite efficiently.

Women lose respect for men who are conflict-avoidant.

Some men are not cut out for confrontation.  They would rather remain silent than cause a problem.

But if these men are married to strong, independent women, it can be a problem that affects bedroom activity.  A woman may view a conflict-avoidant husband as weak and this is so “not sexy”.

If this your situation, don’t feel hopeless!  There are many ways to change this dynamic.

5.  Confusing limerence with lasting love.

Limerence is the thrill of a new relationship.  Passion peaks to an all time high.  You are obsessed with spending time together and you daydream or fantasize when you are apart.

Limerence is better than any drug and it feels really good.  But when it is confused with love, look out.

You cannot sustain limerence with anyone.  The expiration date on those intense passions is anywhere from 6 months to 3 years with the average being 18 months.  It is Fool’s Gold.

The Troublesome Part about “I love you, but…”

The troublesome thing about this statement is that passion isn’t sustainable without ceasing in any relationship.  Over time, we all go through peaks and valleys with respect to our desire.  A marriage consists of “I love you” and “I’m in love with you,” but often not together.

Honestly, if I had to choose between a passionate relationship and living with my best friend, I’d choose my best friend every time.  After being married almost 25 years, I can tell I have weathered many threats to passion in my own marriage.  The key to surviving is staying put, evaluating the threat and working to remove it.  Over and over again.

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[mounicalucia-blog]

I love you but I’m not IN love with you.

I doubt there is a marriage counselor anywhere who hasn’t heard the “I love you but…” statement more times than they could count.  Some days I think it is epidemic.

In my practice, I find more women come in with this complaint than men, but there have been several men as well.  It saddens me because I can tell from their body language they care for each other.  They are sitting close or facing each other.  The one who says it doesn’t want to hurt their spouse, so this person is reluctant to explain why.

The spouse is often devastated and can’t seem to get any answers to the questions of why or how or when.  It is really important to see each spouse alone so I can actually find out what is going on.  The “I love you but…” spouse usually isn’t going to be openly honest until I do.

It all boils down to this one thing

I’d like to tell you there is a quick and easy fix for this situation but it is a tough one to deal with–for both partners and often for the counselor as well. I will tell you that I have found in my experience it usually boils down to one thing: passion.

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Now that sounds simple enough.  But there are many factors that influence desire and most people aren’t aware of them.  Some of you are very practical in your approach to love and marriage.

You made a commitment and as long as there isn’t a lot of pain or abuse, you will see that commitment to the end.  You may not have even considered asking yourself whether you are happy or fulfilled.  But some of you are deep feelers.

You need to feel emotionally connected in a very intimate way and when that is lacking, you question whether or not the marriage is working.  Practical people often find themselves linked with feelers and that is the perfect mix for trouble in the bedroom.

Common roots of the “I Love You But…” Issues

If you or your spouse is feeling the “I love you but…” phenomenon, you need to figure out the root of the problem.  Here are just a few possible scenarios for you to consider as a place to start.

1.  The most common reason I’ve found for this situation is lack of emotional intimacy.

That is why we preach so heavily at The Marriage Place for couples to get in the habit of spending time together talking and connecting.  I simply cannot emphasize the importance enough.

The problem with this one is that the partner who is inattentive, unobservant or unavailable is usually not aware they are leaving their spouse feeling rejected and alone.

It’s hard to explain to your spouse when you feel you are a low priority.

You may say you feel lonely or unappreciated.

You may express your feelings as complaints for more quality time.

This may change your spouse’s behavior for a short period of time, but it likely won’t bring about permanent results.  This can leave you feeling hopeless.  The friendship dies.

Eventually, you will stop having romantic feelings for your spouse.  Too much of this and desire for your mate will be gone completely.  By the time some of these couples come to counseling, passion has been missing for so long they are convinced they will never be able to find that desire again or they aren’t sure they want to try.

Check out this article for a more detailed explanation of just how this can happen in a marriage.

2.  One spouse is not a good lover.

This reason for lack of passion is a simple fix, but no one wants to talk about.    I love working with these couples because it is usually a fairly easy fix, all things considered.

There are some wonderful books and resources available to help you become an expert in the art of lovemaking.  Too many people remain silent because they are embarrassed or afraid to hurt their partner’s ego.

Face it!  Most of us aren’t taught how to be good lovers.  But trust me, it is worth the effort to learn!  A few sessions with the right therapist can completely rock your world in this regard.

3.  Pornography is another romance killer.

Viewing porn is not harmless and it is never healthy.  Some couples have been encouraged to view porn together to spice things up.

It may give the desired results for a brief period of time, but I’ve never seen it be a healthy activity for any marriage.  I’ve only seen it damage relationships.

Porn can kill a man’s desire for his wife.  Some women are so devastated when they find their husbands have viewed porn, they actually consider divorce.

It is addictive and like any addiction, it will require more exposure to more graphic images to get the desired results.  This isn’t only a warning for men.  Women view porn as well.  Romance novels (what I call female porn) can create a delusional desire for something that cannot exist in the real world.  My advice…stay away from either one.

4.  Losing respect for your spouse can kill your sex drive quite efficiently.

Women lose respect for men who are conflict-avoidant.

Some men are not cut out for confrontation.  They would rather remain silent than cause a problem.

But if these men are married to strong, independent women, it can be a problem that affects bedroom activity.  A woman may view a conflict-avoidant husband as weak and this is so “not sexy”.

If this your situation, don’t feel hopeless!  There are many ways to change this dynamic.

5.  Confusing limerence with lasting love.

Limerence is the thrill of a new relationship.  Passion peaks to an all time high.  You are obsessed with spending time together and you daydream or fantasize when you are apart.

Limerence is better than any drug and it feels really good.  But when it is confused with love, look out.

You cannot sustain limerence with anyone.  The expiration date on those intense passions is anywhere from 6 months to 3 years with the average being 18 months.  It is Fool’s Gold.

The Troublesome Part about “I love you, but…”

The troublesome thing about this statement is that passion isn’t sustainable without ceasing in any relationship.  Over time, we all go through peaks and valleys with respect to our desire.  A marriage consists of “I love you” and “I’m in love with you,” but often not together.

Honestly, if I had to choose between a passionate relationship and living with my best friend, I’d choose my best friend every time.  After being married almost 25 years, I can tell I have weathered many threats to passion in my own marriage.  The key to surviving is staying put, evaluating the threat and working to remove it.  Over and over again.

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Spiti In Winters - A Pilgrimage To The White Paradise

Solitary, as the shimmery moon in a starless sky, I walked across the road and into the cozy havens of the homestay. It was the first day of 2018, and with temperatures as low as -25°C, I was on a journey of a lifetime.

Known to be a biker’s paradise in the conventional summer months, Spiti Valley remains virtually disconnected from the rest of the world in the white winters. Landslide prone stretches, heaps of heavy snow and arctic like temperatures make it an improbable commute on the otherwise all-weather road.  I, however, was fortunate to have found my through to the nirvana of white Spiti, an experience as out-worldly and as sublime, as any can ever be.

On the last Friday of 2017, I made my way to the suburbs of Delhi after my routine office hours. All I had running in my head was the road map to my destination and the expectation of getting a ride to start with. Fortunately, I soon found a series of rides without having to wait for long. Delhi to Zirakpur, Zirakpur to Solan, Solan to Theog, Theog to Rampur & Rampur to Rekong Peo; I hopped on motor bikes, cars, trucks and even an occasional tractor to reach Kinnaur by the next evening. Exhausted by the first outing of my first hitchhiking experience, I took refuge in a homestay and called it a night.

The next day began with a 5:30 a.m. alarm bell, and the unwillingness to get out of the cozy quilt. The room had been freezing!  I soon realized I had to make a move, as the only bus from Rekong Peo to Kaza leaves at 7a.m., and in order to get a seat for myself, I had to make it to the bus-stand as early as possible. Today was a 12 hour / 200km bus ride through a shooting-stones and landslide-prone road. The biggest challenge, however, came from a gradual 12° temperature drop through the day. I loaded myself with warm layers and made it to the bus stand in perfect time, winning myself a front seat in the HRTC bus to enjoy the panoramic view. Soon after the engines started, I couldn’t help but notice the pile of rolled newspapers kept next to the driver’s seat. On asking, I was informed that these were back-dated news-papers from the previous day, and the HRTC buses on this route are entrusted with the job of supplying one paper for each village along the course of the journey. This custom instigated a vivid thought in my head, about how different life in the mountains is. I was already loving the feeling of disconnect with the everyday world that I live in.

By 7:30 in the evening, I hopped off the bus in a moderately snow-clad Kaza. It was dark, cold and the barely-visible ice on the inclined road made it a very difficult walk to a nearby homestay. In the homestay, I was greeted by the owner and a group of cheerful lads sitting by the bonfire. All strange faces who were about to get a mention in my memory book. Thank you for the most amazing party boys, and for driving me around in Spiti too.

My new friends had discovered that I had no planned itinerary for my vacation, so they asked me to join them in their plans to visit Koumik, Hikkim & Langza. I gladly obliged! We drove around the majestic whites of Spiti Valley in their hired Force Traveller before we finally reached Langza village.

In Langza, the boys had reservations to stay the night. I bid them farewell and started the long walk back to Kaza.

Walking down from Langza was not as easy as I thought it might be. I was told that it’s a 2 hour descent which obviously did not include getting lost in the way. I chased trails after trails, just to realize that I had been walking on cattle tracks leading to nowhere. 

After 3 hours of wandering in complete seclusion, I somehow got back on the road and decided to seek no further adventures as it was almost dark. From there it took me an hour to get back to my base in Kaza. An eventful day came to a hush end.

The next day started with an early breakfast under the warm sun. Unlike the previous day where I had some company to go with, today was mostly about spending some alone time. I grabbed my camera and set foot towards Key monastery.

Expecting to get a ride, for hours I walked on the desolate road besides a shimmering Spiti River. No wonder it was such a solitary setting! Spiti valley in winters can (thankfully) be a hostile place for the everyday tourist; I, however, was glad about all that I had around me.

Having the landscape all to myself, I danced and sang to the music of the hush valley; I soliloquized how life has turned out to be and how I intend to take it through. To say the least, I had forgotten about all of the brain-made troubles, and also about the delusional ride coming my way. I was just happy to be walking there! 

Rapt in boundless thoughts, I was finally distracted by the sight of three humans sitting by the road. I continued along my course until being stopped by one of them, “How long have you been walking on the road my friend?” Conspicuously, they were surprised to see a southerner in the wilderness, and instantly invited me to join them for a cup of tea. I, tired of talking to myself, obliged without hesitation!

Sitting under the comforting sun, we talked for an hour about life in the Himalayas, about their profession of cleaning the roads of the valley, and about my love for the mountains that keeps bringing be back. We shared a human bond of respect and sentiment, something which is unlikely in the metropolitans we come from. Oh, it was the finest hour of my journey in the secluded valley, something I will take with me wherever I go!

Soon after the fine interaction had ended, and the locals had made their way back to their village, I got a ride to Key Monastery, and thereafter to Kibber village and back to Kaza.

While on the return journey for the day, I met Kesang, a taxi driver from Rangrik Village. Kesang told me about his plan to drive to Losar in the evening & return to Kaza the following afternoon. Losar was as far as the road could take me in Spiti Valley. I instantly got intrigued by the plan and dropped a message at my homestay in Kaza that I won’t be staying the night but will probably be back by the next day.

At 5 in the evening, I boarded Kesang’s Tata Sumo and soon realized that I will be sharing my ride with 15 others. Yes, there were 16 people in that Tata Sumo, and everyone except me was a local from the valley. Now, winters in Spiti can be so hard and so unsuitable for tourism, that even the locals get surprised on seeing someone from the south. For most part of my ride to Losar, I was the topic of discussion for everyone in the overpopulated car. Everybody was so happy blabbering about me, giving me stares and smiles until the lady sitting next to me spoke something in a language I was familiar with.

‘Where are you headed?’, she asked in a noble tone.

‘Losar’, I answered with a smile.

She looked around the car and again started talking in the local language. Before I could get back to being lost in the darkness outside the door glass, she returned to me and said, ‘There are a couple of homestays in Losar, one of which is closed and the other might not have room for you. I believe you haven’t made reservations for your stay, how are you planning to manage?’.

Honestly, I had no answer to her question. I just blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

‘I believe that the villagers won’t just let me be out in the open and die of the cold, would they?’

On hearing this, she broke into laughter and told me that I can stay at her place. They are a family of 5 but can make some room for me nonetheless. Oh, I was so glad to be reintroduced to humanity!

We reached Losar at around 8, and as promised, I was taken in by the old lady. I sat with the family as they prepared dinner. We ate together and I was later shown my place to sleep. I was happy to have lived this beautiful day. It was the 1st of January, 2018, a happy new year indeed!

The next day began with bed tea and lots of smiles from my new family members. I then took off for a walk in the village, returned for breakfast, and at around 12 noon, Kesang was back to pick me up for the return journey to Kaza. Thankfully, unlike last day’s ride from Kaza to Losar, today we were on the road in broad daylight. A good chance to soak in the scenery and capture some landscape.

We reached Kaza by 3 p.m. and instead of heading to the homestay, I took to the market streets to make to most of the available sunlight. I also wanted to gather information about the road to Pin valley, which was sadly closed due to excess snowfall. The informant, however, told me about a car driving to Reckon Peo on the following day. Conspicuously, I did not want my vacation to end so early, but on the contrary, I wondered if I could use the rest of the day to see a bit of Sangla & Banjar Valley. I returned back to my homestay and to what was going to be my last night in white Spiti.

Right from walking besides a mesmerizing, semi-frozen Spiti river for hours, to being offered a place with the family by the old lady in Losar, I had experienced more than I ever anticipated. My hitch to Spiti had been so perfect that it actually left its repercussions on me. After this one, I’m afraid I might not want to travel with anybody except myself. I had found a comfort zone, and its going to be hard to push myself out of it!

The rest of the journey was spent reading books and having some good conversations with myself. I reached Karcham after a day long drive from Kaza, and from there I got a ride to Chitkul. This was going to be my last major destination for the vacation, as I later found out that the road to Jalori Pass and Banjar Valley was closed due to persistent snowfall. I spent a day in Chitkul, before heading back to Delhi. Will sign off with some picture of the beautiful Sangla Valley.

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