#and literaly everyone elses bag is black

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Woe, me making pins while I should be deep-cleaning my room be upon ye!!

[missklou]

Too short too long {Yoongi/Seokjin scenario}

(Currently taking requests)

Request:   Hello, i found this prompt on twitter and i was wondering whether there exists an actual fic like this, regardless of the ship: an au where yoongi and seokjin were on a vacation but their luggages got switched,, then they bumped into each other at a supermarket wearing each other's clothes. ~Thank you! (By @mathsaerie literaly SO LONG AGO, I’m sorry!)

Mini scenarios with each member. If you like it, please check the masterlist for more.

Warnings: none, just pure cuteness I guess. 

HOPE YALL ENJOY, THERE’S PROBABLY A TON OF MISTAKES BECAUSE I’M SO SLEEPY, BUT I JUST SAW THIS SEATING IN MY REQUESTS AND I HAD TO DO IT!

-Fucking hell! -The boy curses under his breath for what feels like the hundredth time.

The youngest of the group rolls his eyes at his hyung and reaches for another bite of his steak. The rest of the boys don't even acknowledge Seokjin's tantrum, too busy sipping on their beers and discussing what was the best 2018 meme. Only their disinterest doesn't slow him down one bit.

-Yah Jungkook! Don't roll your eyes at me you brat! -He points his finger at the unaffected boy, who just keeps poking the meat with his chopsticks. -This is serious okay? I don't know what to do!

-Ah hyung! first, stop marching in circles, you'll open a hole in the floor! -Says a tipsy Jung Hoseok, with his red nose shining in the orange lights of the hotel room. -Secondly, what can we do now? We told you not to get a black bag... -He gazes away from Seokjin's psychotic stare as soon as he's done speaking, instead choosing to silently ask for Jimin's help.

Jimin clears his throat after finishing the rest of his beer in one swing, running his fingers through his hair to take it away from his face.

-Hyung, don't overthink it. You just switched luggage, I'm sure the guy that has your stuff is as confused and upset as you are right now, he'll probably try to find you at some point.

Seokjin plops on the bed and covers his eyes with his arms, he feels like screaming but gives up once remembering that he is in America and it's pretty late already.

-This is ridiculous... How does someone not put any contact information in his bag? Is he a drug dealer or something? Aah this guy... -He mumbles curses and blindly kicks the black bag on the floor. -What should I do until then?

Hoseok stands up and stretches his legs, letting out a tired sigh before bending down to check the dark clothes that fill the back.

-Hyung, they are pretty stylish! -He unfolds a couple of t-shirts, eyes droopy as they get every time he has one too many drinks. -You might as well have fun with it!

-Heey, what are you talking?? How can he wear someone else's clothes? It's weird! -Exclaims Jungkook from the table, still happily stuffing his face and speaking in dialect.

-What else are you supposed to do? We are going to be here for another 15 days, might as well not waste a fortune in new clothes! -Says Jimin, also getting up to join Hoseok by the bag. -And Hobi is right, they are pretty cool! I might get one of those for myself back in Korea! -He jokes around, pulling a black leather jacket from the luggage.

Seokjin lifts his arms from his eyes to stare at them, hissing in his old man fashion.

-Yah you two are having way too much fun with this! ...

Yoongi sits in his room, blankly staring at the black bag as if he had zoomed out at the face of a crisis.

-Hyung are you okay? -Taehyung pokes his cheek playfully, flashing the older one of his signature boxy smiles.

He takes a long pause before answering with a simple nod, eyes completely empty. He's always hard to reach in those situations, whenever something goes wrong, Yoongi instantly shuts down all expressions.

Namjoon storms inside the room, tripping over taehyung's bag and almost falling face first. He curses and gives taehyung a harsh look for abandoning his luggage by the door.

-Okay, I just notified the airline, they are going to check all the people from that flight to see if someone else is missing their bag, until then, there's not much we can do. -He tries to calm Yoongi with a gentle smile, but the boy keeps staring at the pile of unfolded clothes that are jumping out of the stranger's bag. -Is something else bothering you? What's wrong? -The considerate guy places his hand in Yoongi's shoulder, also examining the bag from his position.

Taehyung sits down and starts going through the clothes right away, nodding every once in a while as if he's a fashion designer studying someone's work.

-There's nothing wrong it's just... -He tilts his head and hisses a little, his accent becomes a little bit evident when he's surprised. -That guy is just absurd! -He chuckles, exposing his gummy smile, the other two follow his actions, staring at each other in confusion. -Look at his clothes, is he a rainbow? Why is everything so colorful??

Now Yoongi seems to be laughing at his poor situation, tears forming at the corner of his eyes, he finds it to be so funny and Taehyung and Namjoon can't help but laugh along with him,

-Hyung, they might not be your style... -Exclaims Taehyung once he controls his laughter, also wiping the corners of his eyes. -They might not be, but they are pretty good! I'm sure you can pull it off!

Yoongi reaches for a bright yellow piece that sticks from the bottom of the mess, pulling it out to realize it's a sweater that says "Save the bees", they stare at it for a few seconds.

-What... -And just like that, they are laughing uncontrollably again, pressing at their stomach.

-It's okay! It's okay, it's okay! -Namjoon tries to be helpful, pulling a pair of dark jeans from the bag. -Just give it a shot, it won't be bad!

-Yes! Try them I want to see it! -Says an excited Taehyung, jumping on his feet.

It takes a lot of convincing but they finally manage to get Yoongi out of his comfortable spot in the large bed of his bedroom and into the bathroom to change into the stranger's clothes. He comes out a bit later, hands behind his back and a pout on his lips.

Taehyung and Namjoon exclaim from the other side of the room, looking very excited. Sure, it's not like Yoongi but it's not bad at all! Seems pretty decent actually.

-The pants are okay I guess... -He starts, looking at his thin tights in the dark jeans, and the way they end nicely on his ankles. -But...

His friends exchange a concerned look, both focusing on Yoongi's last words.

-Why are his arms so long?! -He reveals his hands, that are completely engulfed in the large sweater, making him look tiny. -Is he slender man?

-AAAAH so cute!!! -Exclaims Taehyung, while Namjoon is rolling on the bed with laughter, getting red by the second, the youngest grabs his phone instantly to snap some pictures of his hyung.

-Yah! Do you have a death wish?! Kim Taehyung! ...

-I don't like this, I don't like this at all! -Says Seokjin as the four of them jump out of the car and into the busy streets. -I look so ridiculous! -He points his wrists, as to remind them one more time of how short are the sleeves of this coat.

-Don't worry hyung, no one's going to notice that, it's dark inside! -Jimin points the noisy club a few feet ahead with excitement in his puppy eyes.

-Nah! Everyone is going to notice, and they'll think "what a weird, weird man!" -teases Jungkook, running away as soon as Seokjin jumps to beat his ass. ...

-No matter what I put on, It always looks like I'm in my pajamas. -Laughs Yoongi in front of the mirror. Namjoon chuckles behind his beer can and Taehyung finally knocks on their door.

They talk about the places they want to visit during their stay as they make their way into the bar to meet their producer and friends.

The story of how Yoongi got the wrong bag got told hundreds of times and the embarrassing photos were sent to everybody as they drank away their worries, laughing loudly at stupid jokes.

-In the end, did you hear from the airline? -ask one of the guys from the producing staff. -Did you find any information on him?

Yoongi shakes his head and crosses his legs, resting his fingers on his knees.

-I've told you, the guy is completely crazy -He laughs- We only got an email address, worldwidehandsome, something, something!

... The group of four guys walks down the street, or rather, stumble down the street as the first lights of morning begging to cut the skies. The fools sing traditional Korean songs in funny voices and laugh like crazy at each other over the smallest things.

They finally come across a 24h convenience store a few blocks away from the club, and because Jungkook is a whining baby, they get in to buy the maknae some food.

The lady at the cashier seems completely oblivious to the boy's mess, even when they throw bags of chips at each other she just chooses to ignore it and just focus on her magazine instead.

The bell rings, a new group walks in but they follow to different aisles, not paying the group of four any attention.

-You are so full of yourself! Why would she be staring at you?? -Accuses Hoseok at Seokjin after the boy's absurd bragging.

-What's the chance of us finding soju? -Asks Taehyung, immediately turning to Namjoon as if he's the source of all knowledge.

-Ah, should we have soju? -Asks Yoongi in his quiet, yet drunk swept voice.

From the other side of the store, the two keep up with their bickering.

-YAH I'm telling you!!! I'm worldwide handsome! - Screams Seokjin, laughing hysterically shortly after.

Namjoon and Taehyung exchange looks one more time, then gaze at Yoongi, waiting for his reaction to match theirs.

He doesn't move, just stares at them with a confused look on his face.

-Worldwide handsome! -Shouts Taehyung, running all the way to the other side of the store to find Seokjin still laughing with his friends.

Yoongi and Namjoon show up at the aisle after him, all staring at the guys with clothes too small for him.

-Oh?! That's my favorite coat! -Says Yoongi, pointing at the stranger!

Seokjin turns around at the use of Korean, also surprised, with wide eyes.

-Oh! Mister drug dealer!

-Slander man!

They both exclaim at the same time.

[stay--satan]

Sometimes I Imagine Death So Close It Feels More Like a Memory (Jason Todd x Reader)

Alright so this is my first attempt to this kind of story in another language (please forgive me for any misspell, english is my second language) and I’m accepting some good writing advices.

Jason saves the reader by only finding out she didn’t wanna be saved.

A guess there’s angst?

Jason first came cross her when she was 15 at a robbery at the dinner she was on. Though the only contact they had was a deep gaze, it was the first time that her heart skipped a bit as she spent nights thinking about him and creating meetings that could only happen in her head. She went away so she could finish her education in another country while Jason had died and comeback with a lot anger on.

She came back working as an accountant on her uncle's fancy restaurant living a rountined life HOME-WORK-HOME style for a few months when a guy in a black suit armored with a gun that it was longer than her legs came in the restaurant starting a huge argument. She runned back to her office, calling the GCPD but with no response. Pulling her arms behind her head as she left her office saying that they could take her instead of one of the owners "It's more appealing to kill a woman than two men. Plus they are stronger than me so there will be no fighting." she said when she saw her uncles being held by gunpoint. She was taken by one of then whispering in her ear a few curses because she was trying to hide away from them as they were pulling her hair so tight it was starting to give a little headache. Y/N closed her eyes when felt a cold metal in her temple as one of the men yelled so everyone could hear that she was going to die if they didn't had 10 thousand dollars on their bag. She heard her uncle scream her name begging for her life and the sound of Y/N's voice came out as a shock to her "It's okay. I'm not scared"

"Oh, so you're a little brave bitch?" the guy behind her whispered as he held her tighly "So how's your little mamma is gonna feel when she sees your little precious brain on the floor of this fancy place?" she hears a noise as he prepares his gun and she gives away her final thoughts before leaving.

Sure she loved her uncles. They were the only ones who actually supported and cared about her as they never had the chance to adopt on their own. They paid for her entire education and when she gotted the schollarship for the Scotland University, they were over the moon and she promised to pay them back when she finally succeded. Her mother lived in another country with a current boyfriend only calling her once a year and her father died before she was born. She only had about three friends her entire life, but they eventually went away after finding their soulmates. Love never smiled to her as she did for it. Never had an actual date in her whole life, only a few guys that she goes out at partys but nothing to be returned.

She always felt sad about feeling like this. About not feeling loved enough, having fun enough, not being smart enough or pretty as the people she knew. But at that moment, she felt good. It was going to over before she knew and she could restart her life as someone else if being reincarnated and forgeting everything and not being an actual dissapointment to her uncles. But before she could relieve her last sigh, there were noises everywhere and the guy that was holding her fell by her side as she felt arms around her holding her so tight. Y/N opened her eyes and was being held by her sobbing uncles telling that it was okay now, she was safe. She nodded lightly her head letting go of them as she sees a red hooded figure talking with the black suited men that was laying on the floor presumed dead

The Red Hood turned to her as she couldn't stop eyeing the body on the floor "Are you okay? He's not gonna hurt you anymore" the kinda robotic voice under the helmet told her. "Y-Yeah. Whatever." she mumurs as she turns around "Is this dissapoiment on your voice I sense?" he sounded mockery "Sorry to save you right in time?" She turned back to him with half shutted eyes in anger "Thank you for saving my uncles restaurant. Free food for your entire life if you wish, just leave a reservation." and walked back to her office as the GCPD started to appear at the local.

Jason came back late that night, showing up by her window seeing the light was on and Y/N was holding her head on her hands with her eyes shut. He knocked and she jumped a bit and eye rolling as she opened the window "No crazy dudes trying to rob here for the last five hours, thank you for your visit" and she was about to shut the window back as he helded and came in removing his helmet and appearing with the black mask only.

"Did you wanted to die?"

The question hits her in shock. "Excuse me?"

"Back at the robbery. I was watching you. You didn't flich when the gun was in your head, you didn't fight back, even after it was over, you weren't shaking at all as I always see and your eyes were completely different. So did you surrender yourself because you wanted it?" She looks at her own hands with a angry face on. Sure that thought only hitted her when she realised that could happen when the guy activated his gun but it was something always triggering to her.

Y/N never had an actual episode of crisis. Sure she once looked from the rooftop and thought about throwing herself but the other thought thiking about the trauma she would left to her uncles was unspeakble selfish. Then she thought again back in Scotland looking at one of the bridges and the river that cross by. She had the option of never having her body found and it would make it better not traumatizing her family, but she was never able to do it. She just believed her time would come really soon. Even when she was with her friend at the dinner that old day and the guy who was assaulting saying he was going to kill everyone didn't make her feel threatened or anything, but fortunally Robin stopped by and saved everyone's asses who didn't wanna die that day.

She believed she was gonna die soon than other people she ever met cause what other reason a person could be this lonely in her life? Maybe the guy that controls everyone's fate choose an amount of people to be unhappy in their life so they could ended sooner.

"I wasn't scared. That's all." She says more sharply that she wanted "I don't fear death."

Jason was capt by surprise and let a chuckle "Have you seen death? It makes everyone terrifed"

"It does. I would be desperate if I was dying and could not being able to tell everyone I love how I feel. But I don't have, so death is not that much"

Jason was so angry and curious by this woman. How could she tell that? Have she died before? Because he had and didn't wanna pass through that again.

The first thing Dick asked when he came back and they recounted was how death felt like. Did he met God? Or was just a plane dimension with a bunch of strange people? He didn't remembered much, but remembered the agony it was when all he could see was darkness for awhile. He took a deep breath as he continued

"Look, I don't know you, or how your life is going but I can assure you it's not the easist way out." She finally looked up and met his gaze under the mask. He looked so compassioned about her that her heart skipped a bit for the second time. Letting go a breath she relaxed her shoulders a bit 

"It's not like I'm suicidal or anything. I appreaciate your concern, really" Y/N maked sure she looked deep into his eyes "But I'm not worried. If I had to put my life in front of my uncles, I'm not gonna be terrifed or regreteful. I have nothing to loose, Red" Jason felt his chest clinch a bit as he hears her words. 

The saddest part was he couldn't even tell her tone was since it was so appatic and thruthful. He walked a little bit closer to her helding his helmet by side his body and leaned over her desk.

"Look..." He inhales and brushes his hair with his fingers "I'm not the greatest person to talk about, but I felt that way too."

"You don't even know my name, Red"

"It's literaly written on your desk, Y/N" he points to the little card on her desk Y/N L/N. "And you feel like nobody. Actually you feel more like that, you feel numb. Like you could literaly dissapear and no one would miss you through the crowd. You carry the weight on your shoulders but it's like you're the only person in the world who does that because everyone else is distracted from other things. You feel mislocated in a room where everyone's feel complete and have someone to cheer them up but with you, if you don't crawl out of the hole by yourself you'll just stay there."

Every single word coming from him it was like a sharpen blade through Y/N's chest. She looked down a bit and let her eyes fill with tears

"Sometimes I think about death so much it feels more like a memory. It's lonely, agonizing and selfish."

"For a guy who says he's not a hero you sure look a lot like a one" He lets a chuckle and knees in front of her whiping away a few tears from her

"And I'm not. You're just part of a group of a select misfortune people." he grins as she melts a little smile

"I feel ridiculous talking to a guy in a costume"

"If it makes you feel better I feel ridiculous talking to a pretty girl about feelings. They usually buy me a coffee first"

"I could do that but surely with our luck you'll probably get bored in the middle of conversation and shoot me"

"Oh God do you really wanna go in there? Okay so the most exciting part of my day is cleaning my guns after patrol. Can you beat the boriness?"

"I imagine situations with people I cross paths just for the feeling of having any friends"

"You mean you're a grown up woman with a degree with imaginary friends?"

"They're real... I just never spoken to them in person" She says a bit embarrassed as he lets a smile cross his face

"I dig that. I'm Jason and I've got a place where the food is free. Wanna come?"