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taysnbxx · 1 year

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"up for another round?"

GUYS... I JUST THOUGHT TO MAKE THIS BC OF THOSE UNFINISHED TIKTOK ONE SHOTS ABOUT THIS 😭

im testing waters with this... please dont mind it

tw: none rlly??, smut, there is some baddie words here.., smut like REAL SMUT, guys warning if u dont like this, be careful

one bed trope with your enemy! ("enemy")

NOT spellchecked, please dont mind any mistakes!!

~ " your enemies name here will be jay! - .

prologue:

you were on a vacation trip with your class. you guys had to stay in a hotel, since that was the only place with enough rooms for all of you. you got hotel room partners, but they were assigned by the teachers. coincidentally, you got paired with your enemy, jay. (JAY; a cold but also too handsome for his own good person. you guys were never close with each other, but somehow there was always a rivalry between you guys. it started with comparing grades, then social status's, and somehow you guys ended up to be full-on enemies.) when you got to your hotel room, you found out that there was only one bed. yep.

"what the fuck?" he says loudly. "what's wrong?" you say, barely being able to move in your suitcase. "there's only one bed, that's what's fucking wrong!" he says, glaring at you. "..oh." you reply, deadpanned. "one of us is going to sleep on the ground, and I already know who that is. .." he turns to look at you.

"hey! why me?! I have to get my beauty sleep, too!" you retaliate. "why can't you sleep on the floor? you're the man," you scoff. 'jeez, why does he have to be so rude and straightforward about it?!', you think to yourself.

"yeah, no. im not sharing a bed with you." he says, and you swear you can see a faint blush on his face.

"what ever. I'm getting ready for bed. or should I say the floor?" you sarcastically reply.

walking into the bathroom, you get the shower ready and you start to take your clothes off.

hopping in, you feel relieved that the water is the perfect temperature. things were already going wrong enough today. first, you got hotel roomies, but you couldn't choose who. then, you somehow got paired up with jay. dont the teachers see that you two are enemies? but.. honestly? you like jay. you've liked him for a long time now. you just.. were scared of rejection, since you were "enemies."

suddenly, theres a knock on the door. "hey, are you done yet? you take so fucking long in there." jay's annoying voice whisper yells.

getting out of the shower and getting changed, you walk outside the room and reply, "now im done."

jay glares at you, "its about time." there's a deafening yet awkward silence for the next few minutes. when the bathroom door opens, its revealed to see jay in nothing but a towel. "what the hell?! put some clothes on!" you say, blushing and looking away.

not seeming to care, jay just grabs his clothes and goes back into the bathroom to change.

you, having to sleep on the cold, hard ground, you were angry about it. so you tried to make him feel bad. when he came out of the bathroom once again, you tried to make him feel bad by sniffling a bit, and switching from side to side on the floor.

honestly? it worked.

turning his head to you, he looked at you pitifully. "what?" you asked.

"..." no response.

all of a sudden, jay gets up from the bed, looks at you, and grabs your things before throwing them on the bed.

"what are you doing?" you ask. "I'm not letting you sleep on the floor anymore." he says. "awww, " you coo.

"you stay on this side, though. dont touch me, dont look at me, and dont disturb me." he says roughly. your shocked, and disappointed.

".." "got it?" "yep, got it."

he turns the lights off, and you get comfy in the bed. closing your eyes, you hear him getting up and leaning against the headboard.

you turn around, and see him just sitting there, wide awake.

"what are you doing still awake?" you ask. "I cant fall asleep." he admits, but then his face starts turning a pink red. "what's wrong? are you blushing? what are you-" suddenly he lays down and just looks at you.

"did you think that we would ever be sharing a bed?" he asks you. "I mean, it's unexpected isn't it. "

a bit confused by the sudden topic change, you reply, "hm, yeah.. I didnt think that this would be happening, thats for sure."

the next few minutes are a blur, and the next thing you know, you fall asleep. lightly snoring, you switch sides to face the door.

all of a sudden, you wake up, only to find that what seems to be jay's firm arms around you, almost as if he was hugging you from behind.

"..jay?" you ask, quietly, checking if he's awake.

suddenly, he flips you over to face him. "I have a confession to make, y/n." "uh.. what is it?" you ask, head tilting.

"... I like you."

coughing, you sit up, and look down at him.

"is this a prank?" you ask, not believing your ears.

"ive liked you since we've met in the start of high school." he blurts out, sitting up next to you.

"..."

looking away, he says, "I knew you wouldn't feel the same. just.. ignore I said anything." "hold on-.."

he turns to face you again. "yes?"

"I like you too, jay. ive also liked you for a while, I just.. didnt know what you would think."

the tension was so thick you couldn't even cut it with a chainsaw.

he starts to turn bright red, and he moves closer.

the next moments are a blur and somehow you two are now making out heavily, hands tangled in each others hair, and your cheeks, burning up. how did you get here? ...you dont even know.

pulling away, you two are out of breath, his eyes trailing down your body.

he thens tugs at your clothes, almost as if he's a dog in heat. he's desperate to be closer to you.

starting to undress, you realize what's going on. how did a night together end up like this?

completely naked in each others sight, he grabs you by your hips and starts to coax you onto his length.

"ah.. will it fit?" you lightly moan. "dont worry, it'll fit," he says sweetly.

"f-fuck.. your so tight.." he groans. starting to bounce you up and down slowly, you now realize how gorgeous he is, the sunrise beaming on his sweat dripping face, his dark eyes focused on you.

starting to runt his hips up and down, he roughly manhandles you and flips you over on the bed, and puts you into a mating press.

your ankles are where his ears are, and you didnt even know you were this flexible. the bed is creaking from his now increased pace, leaving no mercy for your red, puffy cunt.

as he starts thrusting, you become dazed. he gets closer to you, his lips right next to your ears, making sure you hear each and every one of his sounds just for you.

"mmh.. you feel 's good baby..." he groans into your ear. "aah.. s-slow down, jay.." you moan, already breathless.

already on your 3rd orgasm, he starts to rub his fingers on your sensitive bud, coaxing an orgasm 2x faster. its a wonder how he didnt finish yet.

"m-mmh, jay.... aah.. p-please.." the bed is on life support right now, and his voice starts shaking as he continues to moan into your ear.

he then pulls out, only to slam right into you.

"a-ah!! jay!!!" you yelp, only to hear him chuckle.

another 5 minutes pass, and you're pretty sure that everyone can hear you now. your practically shouting his name, saying things like "mmh, jay, faster!" or "aah, jay slow down..!"

you are absolutely stimulated, and thanks to your luck, right when you feel as if you cant take it anymore, his thick loads of cum shoot in you.

both of you moaning VERY loudly, he then sees that your pussy is practically overflowing with his and your cum, dripping onto his balls and the hotel bed.

the next thing you know there's a loud knock on the door.

"oh shit. .." he says, then he gets up, goes to the bathroom to put on his clothes really quick, covers you with the blanket and then answers the door to see the teacher. ...

"good morning jay, good morning y/n. " the teacher peeks inside the room, looking for you.

"are you guys okay? are you hurt? I heard some groaning. do you need a first aid kit?"

"..oh uh, yeah, I stubbed my toe. no big deal," jay lies.

a dark red blush creeps onto your face as you get flashbacks from the unholy deeds that were causing the loud noises from your room.

"oh okay, just stay safe!" the teacher innocently replies, and then waves goodbye.

jay, now looking back at you, smirks and gets back into bed with you.

he looks at you, and his eyes are full of lust as he looks your body up and down.

"up for another round?"

#enemy #one bed trope #smut

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simping-hours-are-24-7 · 3 years

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Last Night, Good Night, Dear Husband Mine

[Spoilers for CH 20]

[Scene: It’s been a few hours into the farewell party when MC realizes there is a missing brother. Taking care not to be noticed, they slip from the attic and instead wander the hall, hoping to find Lucifer soon. Then, from the secret study within the library, the faint sound of music floats by. They hesitate at the door, not sure if they should go in or go back to the attic.]

Lucifer: Instead of lurking outside, why don’t you come in?

MC: Ah! You caught me!

Lucifer: Well, it wasn’t particularly hard not to, you weren’t being subtle in the slightest. Come, sit. It sounds like there is quite a party in the attic. And with everyone busy up there, I can stay here and enjoy my music in peace for once.

MC: *sits down and tilts their head in thought* What is it you're listening to? It sounds familiar.

Lucifer: I’m not surprised you recognized it. It’s nice, don’t you think? It’s the cursed The Tale of the Seven Lords vinyl soundtrack, which you managed to get from Levi for me.

MC: Isn’t it the type of curse that says that you’ll die if you listen to it?

Lucifer: That’s right. I see you haven’t forgotten the story behind it. Still, while it is true that all the humans involved with its creation died under mysterious circumstances, it was nothing but a mere coincidence. And even if it was a cursed record, look who you are sitting with right now. You’re here chatting with one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom. So you don’t have anything to worry about, now do you. Simply put, it means that you can stay here with me a bit longer and welcome to stay and listen.

MC: Thanks Lucifer, I appreciate it.

Lucifer: …

MC: …

Lucifer: It was in this very room that I chose you for the exchange program. When you first arrived, I only welcomed you here for Lord Diavolo’s sake. I thought as long as you managed to survive a year here in the Devildom without any incidents, that was the best I could ask for. Even when things didn’t go as planned, as long as you weren’t eaten by lower-leveled demons, everything would be all right. At least, that’s what I thought...

Lucifer: *sighs* But somehow I managed to choose a troublemaker of a human that almost defies all belief, wouldn’t you say? There were many times when I have thought that I made a mistake choosing you.

MC: *with a small frown* That’s a little bit rude. And now? Was it a mistake?

Lucifer: *smirks* What do you think? I believe that you know the answer by now. In the end, you were the right choice for this program. You and your antics have kept me quite entertained over the past year. In fact, it was probably the most entertained I’ve been in centuries.

MC: *smiles* I’m glad that I’ve kept you entertained. It seems like you needed it.

Lucifer: Perhaps. So then, MC, have you finished all that you set to do here in the Devildom? No loose ends or unfinished business?

MC: You know, I’ve still haven’t made a pact with you yet.

Lucifer: A pact? I see. You have made pacts with all my brothers. Truly, do you wish to make a pact with me? I don’t know how my brothers felt when they went about making a pact with you, but I am more than just another name to be crossed off your list. I will not have you lump me in together with everyone else. That won’t do.

[Lucifer rises out of his seat quickly, easily transforming into his demonic form. MC, in response, also shoots up into a stand and stands their ground, easily staring back into Lucifer’s ruby red eyes.]

Lucifer: Ho? Not going to run, are you? You certainly have guts. That aspect of yours is something that I’ve found particularly irritating. But just as irritating it is, it’s even more endearing. Now listen here, and listen well human. *He leans forward and stares into MC’s eyes with a stern gaze* I will not your possession. I will not belong to you, you will belong to me. So, what will it be? Will you make a pact with me, MC?

MC: *steps forward and takes Lucifer’s hands into theirs* Of course, I’ll make a pact with you Lucifer.

Lucifer: *a surprisingly gentle smile rests on his face as he kisses the top of MC’s hands* I am Lucifer, Avatar and Lord of Pride, the Oldest of the Seven Sins. By this name and blood shall our souls lay bound together. From now until the end of time, MC, you are mine.

[A flood of Infernal magic buried itself into MC’s soul, another claim inscribed deep. As he feels his magic lay claim to MC, Lucifer smirks, pulls away, and sits back down in his chair, his demon form once again hidden.]

Lucifer: Now then, I assume that takes care of everything then?

MC: *smirks in return and leans down towards Lucifer, both arms resting on the armrest of his chair essentially trapping him in his seat. And when Lucifer leans back slightly, their smirk grows* There is still something I have to do, Lucifer dearest.

Lucifer: *a small blush lights up his cheeks as his eyes widen slightly at the closeness* Oh? Is there?

MC: There is. *they lean forwards slowly as if waiting to see Lucifer’s reaction before properly leaning in to kiss him*

Lucifer: *he melts into the kiss before pulling away slightly* MC… I’ve always known that you wanted to do this. I wonder how long you have waited.

MC: *laughs softly* That’s something I’ll never tell Lucifer. Or should I say husband dearest?

Lucifer: Husband, huh? I suppose that makes you my spouse as well. And I believe you know what married couples do on their wedding nights?

MC: *they smile and shift their weight onto one hand, the other gently running up his arm up towards his shoulder.* Luci, I believe that you have it wrong. I don’t belong to you. This pact is of us two at an equal standing.

MC: *their fingers skim the little skin showing on Lucifer’s neck before grabbing hold of his tie and pulling him closer* So listen well, husband mine. I am more than happy to “consummate” our marriage. But remember that you don’t own me. I have long known of your desire for me and we won’t be leaving this room until morning. Is that alright with you dearest?

Lucifer: *smiles softly as he pulls them in for another kiss* I wouldn’t have it any other way love.

[My Vow to You Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 ]

[AN: So that's all seven brothers and completed at last ^u^. but if y'all want me to continue with this series with the now dateables, let me know and I'll see what I can do!]

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #gn!mc #poly!mc #My Vow To You #its been 4 months #so sorry for the wait #but I hope you guys like this

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cherryyharryy · 3 years

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i have an idea for a request (it’s totally ok if you don’t want to do it) like an angst-> fluff where one of harry’s songs accidentally gets leaked bc of y/n like she has something on a flash drive and the song is on another and they get mixed up and obviously he’s really mad at y/n and they have a fight he’s super snappy with her but something happens to her like she gets into a really big accidental or something and he forgives her bc he cares about her more tha the leaked song

WC: 2.7k

***

Damage control wasn’t even an option.

Y/n sat there, staring at Harry’s laptop, numb to everything except the blaring desire to go back in time just two minutes. Two minutes is all she would need to undo possibly the biggest screwup of her life.

And the worst part is that this mistake ultimately doesn’t affect her. At least not in comparison to how it will affect Harry. And his band. And his team. Basically everyone involved with his career.

Her mind is equally begging for her to shut down and come up with a plan—an excuse—something, Is there anyway this wasn’t my fault?

She checks the time, her heart sinking to her stomach when she realizes Harry and his team will be back any minute. Any minute and she’s done for.

They’ve only been together for five months, officially. She’s still new to most everyone. She’s that girl Harry’s dating.

“I told you he played in that movie.” Jeff’s voice echoes outside the studio. Y/n closes the laptop and prays for strength.

“I have him confused with someone else.” Harry bustles through the door, a small crowd of people filing in behind him, back to the spots they left an hour ago. “Hey darling,” he greets, “finish your paper?”

Y/n’s frozen, morbidly wishing he had found out about his song leaking on his own so she wouldn’t have to tell him. “Uh, almost.”

He kisses the top of her head and hands her a cup of frozen yogurt. “Your favorite.”

“Thanks.” She sets it on the table she’s sat at while Harry pulls up a chair beside her. “Aren’t you guys still working?”

He waves in the direction of his band, “Mitch’s gotta fix his guitar.” He snickers, and slides his laptop out from under y/n’s hands. “Had a bit of an accident in the car.”

Y/n’s head tingles with what must be nerve damage, her place in this world, her place in this room, decreasing in value as Harry opens his computer.

“It’s gonna melt.” He nods to her yogurt.

“I’m not hungry.”

He furrows his brow. “You alright?”

“Mhm.” She looks around the room, everyone busy getting back to work, light chatter passing among them. “Uh, actually, I uh, I have to tell you something.” Y/n tries to swallow the lump in her throat with no luck.

“Okay…” He shuts the laptop and gives her his full attention.

“Okay, um—”

“What the fuck!?” The room freezes as everyone turns toward Jeff. “Harry someone’s got a hold of your song!”

Harry scrambles to his manager, complete shock on his face as they both stare down at Jeff’s phone. “Fuck.” They start to play a video, the sound of a girl screaming, with Harry’s unconsented voice playing in the background, fills the room. “How the hell did this happen?” He’s gritting through his teeth, neck red, veins bulging in his hands as he rips the phone out of Jeff’s hand. “HOW? Someone answer me!”

Y/N considers keeping quiet. Playing innocent. What good will it do to confess anyway? It’s not like it’ll undo what she’s done.

Sarah chimes in from across the room, “It looks like it happened half an hour ago. That’s when this video I’m looking at was posted.”

Y/n’s staring down at her lap, holding her head up with her fingers pressed into her temples when Harry slings himself back into the chair next to her.

“All that work, all that fucking work,” he nearly growls, “for some cunt to spread my unfinished song around for a buck.”

Y/n peers up to the room, a completely different picture compared to five minutes ago. Now there’s talk of lawyers and pressing charges while everyone shuffles around. Jeff slams the door as he steps out with his phone to his ear, and y/n knows she can’t claim denial, it’ll only make things worse.

“Uh, Harry?”

“What is it?” He doesn’t look at her, eyes glaring at his phone while another video plays of a group of people reacting to his song. “Glad they fucking like it.”

“Harry?”

“What, y/n?”

She shrinks under his gaze, mouth dry as she forces her confession out. “I uh, this is all my fault.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m so, so sorry. And I’ll do anything—I know I can’t fix it—but...”

Harry’s tongue presses against the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowing in on her as a morbid silence forms a little bubble around them. “Go on,” he whispers with grit, “finish what you were gonna say.”

She stutters, desperately trying to figure him out. “I’m just sorry. It was an accident.”

“An accident? How did you even manage to do this?”

“I—”

“Do you have any idea what this accident means, y/n?”

She reluctantly shakes her head no.

“How the fuck did you do this?”

“I—I don’t know...I was taking a break from my paper, and, I don’t know Harry.” She’s in tears now, warm and salty as they spill down her cheeks. Her mouth wobbles around another apology, but no sounds make it out.

“Fix it.”

“What?”

He stands up, yanking his laptop off the table, pausing to glare at her one last time. “I said, to fix it.” With that he storms across the room, slinging the door open just as Jeff reenters.

“Harry, your attorney—”

“Forget it.” He turns around and points his phone towards y/n silently sobbing in the corner. “She’s gonna handle it.” He takes one step out into the hall and stops, spinning on his heels to face the studio. “Don’t speak to me until you do.”

Mitch’s guitar that was fixed and propped against the wall, crashes to the floor when Harry slams the door.

Chatter passes around the room one more time, only now everyone seems to be in agreeance—that girl never should have been allowed in the studio, and maybe, Harry should break up with her.

***

Early morning rain fell outside Harry’s apartment. It was still dark, street lamps burning through the fog in the city below. His home fills with coffee as he pours his fifth cup; the prior four never offering more than a few sips before he had abandoned them somewhere, the counter, mantle, bookshelf, because he can’t talk without his hands.

Y/n sits on his couch. It’s velvet and pink and too big for one person. She hated it the first time he invited her over. If he breaks up with her, she’s going to tell him how ugly it is.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do.” She’s exhausted. She hadn’t hesitated to drive over when he finally responded to one of her hundreds of texts in the week since the mishap. But now she regrets it. They’ve been going in circles with the same argument for the past four hours. She’s convinced he invited her over just to be mean. She sighs, rubbing her temples. “I said I was sorry. You know that I’m sorry. And you know that I never, ever in a million years, would have done something like this on purpose.”

“I’m allowed to be angry with you. I have every right to be.”

“Do you, though?” She straightens up on his ugly couch and looks at him leaning against the doorframe that leads into the kitchen. “Aren’t you a little tired of hating me? God Harry, everyone else in the whole world has moved on except you.”

“It’s not everyone else’s song, is it? It’s not everyone else’s months and months of hard work. It’s not everyone else’s unfinished art? Nobody else is having to deal with a girlfriend that is so careless, so thoughtless, that she actually managed to leak my song!”

“Stop raising your voice at me!”

“You had no business snooping around my computer anyway! I told you you could work on your fucking paper, not to go prying around my personal shit!”

“You know what,” she scoffs, shooting up off the couch, “this argument is so pointless. You didn’t want me here so we could talk. You just wanted to torture me because you’re mad that people don’t love your stupid song.”

“What the fuck did you say?”

She brushes his shoulder as she passes by him, and a drip of his coffee spills onto his hand. He curses, and follows her into the kitchen where he lays his final cup down on the island.

“You’re being a baby because people aren’t fawning over you like they usually do.” She shrugs and slings her bag over her shoulder. “It’s not your best song, Harry.”

The veins in his neck strain against his flaming skin. His cheeks are sucked in, and if he bites down on the skin any harder he’ll puncture his face. “Get the fuck out.”

“I was already leaving, dumb ass.” She strides by him once more, practically feeling the heat steaming off his body. When she gets to the front door, she pauses with her hand on the knob. “Your couch is hideous, by the way. Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you have to buy shitty looking stuff.”

When she slams the door behind her, the apartment shakes, and cold coffee spills from each cup.

***

It’s nearing five a.m. when y/n backs out of the complex. Her wipers race across the windshield, but do nothing against the downpour wreaking havoc in the city. She does her best to stay on what she assumes is her side of the road, swerving to the right each time headlights blind her.

“Shit.” Nothing is open, and she can’t even see where it would be safe to pull over to let the rain pass. But her home isn’t that far, and traffic isn’t too bad.

She comes to a stop at a red light, only to realize she missed a left turn she should’ve made a minute ago. “Damn it. Fucking hell.”

As soon as the light turns green, she spins the wheel to make a U-turn, and if it hadn’t been for the rain, and her own clouded mind, and Harry’s voice echoing in her ears, she might have seen the truck who didn’t even try to avoid her.

***

It’s the headache from hell that wakes her up. And it’s the sterile smell of hospital that jogs her memory. And it’s a nurse not much older than y/n that says something about you’re lucky to be alive.

She’s poked and prodded and asked a thousand questions before her IV is adjusted and a pill to ease one of the many pains scratching her body is handed to her in a small plastic cup. A police officer repeats half of this process, and somewhere in the mess of her reality, she learns that the other driver was sending a text to his wife when he plowed into her car. He’s at home and she’s here. Lucky to be alive.

She made calls to her mom and friends, and even managed to type out a decent email to her professors for her upcoming absence in class.

When she automatically pulled up Harry’s name on her phone, the last text he sent, the one inviting her over so he could make her more miserable than she already was, sat there in all its taunting glory.

What is she even supposed to say? Hey, I know you hate my existence right now, but I’m lying here in a hospital bed with bandages wrapped around my head. It’d be cool if you stopped by.

It’s not long before the sun pops up and reminds y/n of just how early it is. The clouds part, and it’s like it had never even rained, like it had never even been dark for hours, and if she closes her eyes, y/n can pretend that the past week hadn’t even happened.

***

“How are you feeling today?” The nurse checks y/n’s IV, humming after her question.

“Just sore. Ready to get out of here.”

“We’ve started the paperwork, so shouldn’t be too long. Who’s coming to get you?”

Y/n blinks, feeling stupid she hadn’t thought this far ahead. She doesn’t even have a car anymore. The nurse looks over the computer monitor, waiting for a response.

“Uh, my friend.”

“Awesome. Dr. Kirby has to come check on you one last time before you leave. I’ll go see if he can stop by now, if you want to let your friend know.”

As soon as the nurse is out the door, y/n scrambles to turn her phone back on, and once it is, her lock screen is filled with missed calls and unanswered texts.

She’ll respond later; gives her something to do in the car to occupy her in front of Harry.

She can’t call him. Harry’s not a monster, although the past week doesn’t exactly prove her case, but she knows he wouldn’t refuse to come get her. If anything, he’ll be annoyed she didn’t tell him about the accident sooner. But she’s too emotional to deal with hearing his voice.

She types out a text recounting her last 24 hours, along with the name of the hospital. He immediately reads it, and a moment later he’s trying to call.

To: Harry

I’m too tired to talk rn

She lies. And it works.

From: Harry

I’ll be there as fast as i can

***

“Baby?”

Y/n cracks her eyes open, irritated she never quite fell asleep. Confused as to why Harry’s calling her baby. Angry that she cares. And the next words out of his mouth are ones she’d been predicting.

“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve dropped everything. You’ve been here all alone, shit. Are you okay? What hurts?”

He’s hovering over her, fidgeting, unsure if he can touch her.

“I’m fine now. Just sore. And tired.”

“Fuck I can’t believe this, I—”

“The doctor already said I can go. I’m not allowed to walk out on my own, so, you need to let the nurse know you’re here. She’ll take me down in a wheelchair.”

“Baby I’m so sorry-”

“No, Harry. You would still be busy hating my guts right now—”

“Hate you? I don’t hate you?”

“Well you did a great job this week making me feel otherwise.”

Harry sighs, gripping the bed frame and dropping his chin to his chest. When he looks back up he has tears brimming his eyes. “I’m sorry,” his voice cracks. “I know I’ve been an ass this week. I—you were right. I took out my anger from no one lovin’ the song on you.”

“Well it’s not no one. A lot of people did. And it’s unfinished anyway. You wouldn’t enjoy a meal if it was only cooked halfway.”

He nods, but y/n knows he’s only accepting her words because of the situation.

“You mean so much more to me than a leaked song. I’m sorry I treated you like shit. And that I—I made you think I hated you. You have every right to hate me.”

“You annoy the hell out of me, but I don’t hate you.”

His lips twitch, but a few tears slide down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” She takes his hand off the rail and smoothes her thumb across his knuckles. “You can make it up to me by getting me out of here.”

“I can do that.” He kisses the top of her head and hits the remote to call for the nurse.

“You can really kiss me, y’know. I’m not gonna break.”

He’s hesitant, but slowly lowers his head to press his lips to hers. He’s timid, and his lips are still damp from tears, but it’s more relieving than either of them would ever admit.

The nurse ends their moment when she pops in the room, pushing a wheelchair in front of her. “Hi, you must be y/n’s friend.”

“Friend?” He peers down at y/n, suggestion lacing the word. “Care to explain?”

“Not really, I’m so tired.”

“Mhm.” He clicks his tongue, supporting her arm as she swings her legs off the bed. Once she’s standing and steady, he tucks her hair behind her ear and bends down so his mouth can graze her lobe. “Since we’re just friends, I guess you’ll have to sleep on my ugly couch.”

#requests #requested #harry styles writing #harry styles blurb #cherryyharryy

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transhoverfish · 3 years

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ive been watching a bunch of ghost hunting shows lately and now im just thinking about the mercury II and/or aurora being haunted

BRO i actually have a ghost au that i never finished writing?? 4546b is DEFINITELY haunted!! i vibe with ghosts!! i might rework the au a bit bc i made it before bz released and rewrite it again sometime,,,, i keep adding to my subnautica fic pile 😔✊

WELL ANYWAYS if u wanna read my very short very unfinished (as in pleaee excuse the grammar and spelling mistakes) haunted ryley fic its under the cut! i might have posted it before but i dont remember so in that case here it is again LABDKABRJ

"Are you here to play?"

He slowly opens his eyes, but sees nothing but darkness, as if they were still closed.

"Who are you?"

He recognizes the voice. He's heard it plenty of times before. He doesn't know who the voice belongs to. He can only hear it in his head, when his guard is let down enough to let it in. He wishes it would leave him alone.

"Where are you?"

It further questions him, and he cannot answer. He's only vaguely aware of where he is: his bed. In his base. His base he set up by himself, alone, in the middle of an endless ocean.

Whoever is calling would never find him. Nobody ever would. Nobody ever has. Nothing but crashed ships and bodies remained on this planet. He was utterly alone with the wildlife.

The voice repeats its questions. Asks more and more until his head is pounding with words that don't mean anything, with questions he does not have the answers to, with panic and bitterness and helplessness.

"You have to help." The voice commands.

He doesn't know how to. He's not sure he cares enough to figure it out. He's not sure he wants to do anything more than sleep. He felt tired all the time now.

"You have to help." It repeats, louder.

The words play over and over in his head, blending into one another he hears nothing but a loud noise, devoid of any discernible language.

Frustrated with another failed attempt to communicate anything back, he tries to shut the voice out entirely.

And when he blinks his eyes open again, he sees the white ceiling of his base. Hears the faint buzzing of his water filtration from the next few rooms over.

His head still aches terribly. Groaning, he gives up on any more sleep, fearing the voice will return. He leaves the habitat, unsure of what else to do.

He built it on one of the islands. It felt nice to leave it and step onto land instead of water. The Aurora almost doesn't look destroyed from this far away. He can almost pretend everything's going as planned, and the rest of the ship are just somewhere else on the planet.

But then he looks down a hill, and sees the broken remains of a habitat that is not his own, that is not built by anyone on the Aurora, and he stops being able to pretend.

He stares at the base now, and he knows it's unfair, but he can't help but be bitter and blame them. If the Degasi had never come here, neither would the Aurora have. He wouldn't be here, alone, with no way for anyone to help him. His friends wouldn't have been here.

You seem upset.

He freezes, and turns around. He doesn't see anything.

He's used to hearing a voice in his head, usually when he's dreaming. But only a single voice. The same one.

This voice was different. Oddly familiar, but definitely not usual.

It wasn't asking or pleading for anything.

"Hello?" He tries calling out. Silence follows.

Maybe he's actually hallucinating at this point. He feels really tired. Maybe he should just try to sleep again. He knows he wants to. Something stops him from heading back to his bed, something telling himself to stay where he is.

LIKE I SAID VERY SHORT. i swear ill start working on my fics again soon 😔 hope u enjoyed if u read this far!!

#im working on a marg fic i promise!!!#after awa ive just been like. writing a bunch of rlly short unfinished things across multiple fandoms #i might post some of those oneshots soon if i go back and edit them!! i got a khasar n a degasi one in my docs somewhere #i. dont have most of my stuff named properly LABDKABRKD #ANYWAYS HELL YEAH GHOSTS #marg is definitely haunted by the torgals you cant convince me otherwise #bart is the reason she adopted that dog. she leaves the empty bottles sitting out just bc it irritates paul #and it reminds him he cant drink or eat anymore #A MUTUAL WAS POSTING ABOUT GHOST BART N PAUL ON INSTA A WHILE AGO AND IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT EVER SINCE...#OK MY PHONES ABOUT TO DIE SO I GOTTA BLAST #ryley robinson #below zero #ask

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bobasheebaby · 6 years

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WIP’s

I was tagged by @itsstillnotwhatyouthink and she seriously does not understand the Pandora’s box she just opened!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snipped of it or tell you something about it!

Choices

Crimson Rain

Veiled Memories- chapter 8, it’s mostly chunks atm all Liza and Bastien right now but Liam is coming and after what he found out in Bed of Lies he is PISSED!

Chapter 9, not much yet, just dealing with some aftermath of chapter 8

Bitter Mistakes this might end up in chapter 9 or become chapter 10 or go in some other chapter, who knows but my muse was inspired so I wrote it, this section is more or less finished.

The Rise Chapter one- roughly half finished just the Endless Summer gang atm, I need screenshots of chapter 13 of book 2 with romancing Sean to finish their portion. I have to figure out what book to pull in next. This is still in the planning stages.

Falling For You Christmas 1/3 down? I’m seriously bad.

The Short Stick Bastien x Olivia my unfinished Kinky Card future glimpse of Baslivia from Falling For You.

Here Tonight chapter 4 of Made For You, I have started this four times and deleted it all.

True Colors chapter 2 of Reclaiming Destiny AND Something More tiny bit done, supposed to have the conversation between Liam and Bastien and so much more and I’m so blocked. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Reclaiming Destiny Christmas about half finished I’m so bad.

Chapter 7 of Starting Over, Together I have the beginning that is it. Supposed to be a Bailey and Drake chapter since I feel bad for the Bailey and Liam chapter, atm it’s Liam. God my muse.

Maneater

Bad Press Addi x Justin, yup Addi is going there with Justin but remember there is no assassins in this AU so he’s just the press secretary and gonna fall under her spell.

Homewrecker Addi x Landon, Landon is as much to blame as Addison is any cheating going on here.

Wild Card Addi x ??? The last installment of Maneater, have the beginning and end, just need the middle.

Whiskey’s Best Friend Addi x Drake, she’s gonna use whiskey and Tariq in her room to break Drake. Dear lord I’m sorry.

Under the Stars Addi x Maxwell, not started will happen on the rooftop at the UN dinner.

Following Her Heart

Fluffy horse ride, I keep scrapping everything, I had a good train of thought and my child kept breaking it. Basically I want Percy to bring Beauty (what I named Marabella’s Dream) to Winchester to surprise Athena.

Second Day in Rome, pretty self explanatory still figuring this out.

Unnamed, shortly before the wedding

Chance Meets Cleo, what happens when Chance meets Athena’s Christmas Cleo the baby Savannah.

Side by Side chapter 1, I need to finish it, this chapter will change Liam’s reaction to the pictures.

Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You Lennox x Rashad three days before All We’d Ever Need in Law of Love

Kiara x Landon, supposed to be a drunken ONS at the wedding reception.

One Night of Fun Chris x MC x Zig, just a threesome.

What a Way to Say it’s Over part three, Matt and Lilith finally talk, not much done yet.

Story of a Duke

Juvenile Mischief, Alex and Percy getting into trouble at boarding school.

Alex x Percy my muse is toying with OC x OC slash.

And I have a request for Percy x Bastien

Liam x MC x Drake- request I keep starting and deleting everything I just am not happy with anything.

Draxwell, they need to come back yet I keep deleting everything I write.

Double Teamed is supposed to be Damien x MC x Drake I haven’t even really started it. Have a Dramien that’s supposed to be before this too.

Becoming More Drake x Liam in the beginning after It Started With a Kiss. Part of In Their Hearts

Supernatural

Saviors chapter 2, John and Liz are both dealing with their attraction in this Supernatural AU.

Turnabout is FairPlay John and Reader, John isn’t too happy about You’ve Been a Bad Boy.

Watching You John x Reader x Dean I had an idea it fizzled I may change the name and use a spn kink bingo prompt.

And I have so many prompts (some from Halloween 🤦🏻‍♀️ and requests of crack pairs and ideas and yikes!) I searched all my documents and still feel like I’m missing something! 🙈

Tagging: @ladywinchester1967 @time-travel-bouqet @leelee10898 @zaffrenotes @stopforamoment @darley1101 @blackcatkita @blackcoffee85 @missjenniferb @julesthequirky @dean-winchesters-bacon @walkerismychoice @boneandfur

#wip tag #so many wips #crimson rain #following her heart #starting over together #the rise #reclaiming destiny #something more #in their hearts #side by side #saviors #what a way to say its over #story of a duke #maneater au #falling for you #made for you #long post

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flakandforay · 6 years

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Fake Love Teaser 1 Theory

overall: okay, so you know how the protocol for comeback was last time, usually only having one teaser then the whole album preview but with the recent Love Yourself Her album, it seemed as though they changed the comeback protocol a bit by having 2 teasers this time round. hence, continuing the Love Yourself series- this time with the album Tear - they are doing it again, this the teaser 1 of fake love.

warnings: mentions of death, violence, might be triggering, please read with care

⇝ theory maserlist

theory: remember how i did the magic shop theory a while ago after reading the book, it seems as though bangtan has made this book their main motif just like how they did with Demian by Hermann Hesse for Wings, specifically BST. so, you may want to read my Magic Shop Theory for it to make more sense.

so now, the teaser is only less than 2 mins long ( specifically 1:54 ) inclusive of the 8 seconds intro of bighit. of course, being a teaser, the song won’t be so explicitly shown so much, just enough for you to want more ( which is what they did towards the end ?? )

now, usually bangtan’s teasers are usually less than a minute because often they dive straight into the title track itself. however, with this teaser of fake love, it’s longer because of the story plot that’s inside as well; the story plot that is connected to Wings short stories ( all 7 of them from Begin, Lie, Stigma, First Love, Reflection, MAMA and Awake ) and highlight reel 起承轉結.

so, the teaser starts off with this screen that says ‘magic shop is a psychodramatic technique that exchanges fear for a positive attitude’.

psychodramatic is a common technique used by therapists.

psychodrama is an action method, often used as a psychotherapy, in which clients use spontaneous dramatization, role playing, and dramatic self-presentation to investigate and gain insight into their lives.

In a session of psychodrama, one client of the group becomes the protagonist, and focuses on a particular, personal, emotionally problematic situation to enact on stage. A variety of scenes may be enacted, depicting, for example, memories of specific happenings in the client's past, unfinished situations, inner dramas, fantasies, dreams, preparations for future risk-taking situations, or unrehearsed expressions of mental states in the here and now

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but moving on, the main thing to focus here is the fact that it exchanges fear for a positive attitude. in a way here, it can also be interpreted as though they exchanged their tears to someone else’s happiness, much like in the story of the Ones who walk away from Omelas which ill explain later.

see, later on in the video, it reveals as though all of the boys have gone to the magic shop to exchange their fear for a positive attitude. the magic shop is meant to be a place in which people can sort of buy different characteristics but also give up those that are harmless or useless. basically, it is a place where one needs to give up something in order to grow.

so, most of the boys have gone to the magic shop, as if like this mysterious pawn shop, not gonna lie, to exchange something.

it starts off with Seokjin then followed by Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, Namjoon , Yoongi and lastly Jungkook.

based on these scenes, it could be safe to say that most of the boys exchanged items from their Wings short films yet with some semblance of hints from other mvs as well that are part of the HYYH timeline such as the Prologue and Run to items seen in the love yourself highlight reels.

let’s look at what the boys exchanged.

Seokjin - the earpiece seen in Awake to most likely Smeraldo flowers.

Yoongi - the metronome that he most likely uses while playing the piano to a lollipop that indicates the start of his smoking habits.

Hoseok - the snickers bar in short film mama to a birthday cake, possibly the same one in the highlight reel.

Namjoon - the shard of glass with the words seen in the prologue to a black hair tie.

Jimin - the photo of the trees painting seen in his lie short film to an umbrella.

Taehyung - he exchanged something, possibly his spray paint cans to a bag tied with a bandana

Jungkook exchanged nothing but got a box with a key.

now, see that they exchanged these items, but one would realize how that these fears that were meant to be exchanged for a positive attitude doesn’t seem like it always would be one. in a way, what they expected was a positive attitude but clearly it’s not as seen in the highlight reels. yet interestingly, Jungkook didnt have an item to exchange, he actually exchanged himself, as a way, he sacrificed himself. ( ill bring this idea back again later on )

now, here’s why all the the items that exchanged for to this positive attitude didnt even help them at all.

Seokjin exchanged his earpiece for Smeraldo flowers.

but one would see later on in the highlight reel, that same bouquet of flowers caused the death of the girl. somehow the death of the girl, triggered the whole house of cards to fall.

which is why, the next part of the highlight reel, Seokjin’s narration says this.

“The glorious world right in front of me. My lies were at the bottom of that. All of these dreams would fall with a single breeze.”

this shows how easy these fake memories would shatter, how fragile they are. just like the collapse of the house of cards in Run. and the fact is, they knew very well, that they were all lies, but still continued as if they weren't.

moreover, the Smeraldo flowers means the ‘truth i couldn’t tell’.

yet, maybe Seokjin received these flowers as a way to turn back time since based on his Love Yourself posters, they translate as such. ( full translations here )

“If i could turn back time, i would want to be a good person.”

“If i could turn back time, i would want to go back to the summer sea.”

in this highlight reel narration of his, Seokjin says this.

“If we can turn back time, where would we go? If we arrive there, will we be able to straighten out our mistakes and wrongdoings and therefore, be happy?”

as if here, Seokjin says even if there is the chance to turn back time, how sure are they that in the end they would be happy?

see, Seokjin wants to go back in time to try and save everyone just like in Euphoria, but in the end, he sacrificed himself to save Taehyung but Jimin is left to suffer. hence in a way, regardless, Seokjin cannot save everyone.

at the same time, the Smeraldo flowers are a symbol of his guilt and conscience, his lies that he kept within, its eating him alive.

how he had the earpiece to spy on the boys since the Skool Luv Affair era, as seen in the earlier concert vcrs together with how in the HYYH: the notes L version, the principal has been asking Seokjin to report to him anything etc. so, the whole time, Seokjin was being used to monitor and spy on the boys; often reporting their actions etc. Seokjin was a traitor at the very core.

Seokjin 2 March YEAR 19

I followed my father into the principal’s office where it smelt damp. it has been 10 days since I came back from America. Based on the different school system, I heard that I will be entering one year later. “Please take care of my son.” My father placed his hand on my shoulders to keep me from moving. “The school is a dangerous place. There is a need for regulations.” The principal looked straight at me. As he talked, the wrinkled flesh around his cheeks and mouth sagged, and the interior of his lips was dark red. “Don’t you think so, Seokjin?” I was startled at the abrupt question and my father put in more strength in his hand on my shoulder. The grip was strong enough to make the veins pop out on his neck. “I believe you will do well.” The principal looked at me with such tenacity while my father’s hand on my shoulder gradually increased in strength. My shoulder felt it would break from how tightly my father’s grip was on me. My body was trembling and I broke into cold sweat. “You must always talk to me. I think you will be a great student, Seokjin.” The principal looked at me with an unsmiling face. “Yes.” I could barely squeeze out an answer, I wanted to disappear at that moment. I could hear my father and principal’s laughter. I couldn’t lift my head. I just stared at my father’s brown shoes and the black shoes of the principal. I didn’t know where the shining light was coming from. I was scared of that light.

his fear was that he couldnt tell the truth of his identity, and the fact that the last line of the L version mentions the ‘shining light’ and that he was scared of it; often many perceives this to be a form of truth, that the truth would prevail.

The same is true of truth and light. At one end, the end of expression, it is truth, which means reality or realization. At the other end, the source, it is light. When we are holding the truth, by implication we are also holding the light.....To be in the light means that we have the source of truth or reality.

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Seokjin was scared that the truth would come out and hence resulting to having those Smeraldo flowers being delivered etc, because they mean the truth that he couldnt tell. it seems as though his fear hasn’t left him at all despite it being ‘exchanged’. it only became aggravated.

Yoongi exchanged the metronome to a lollipop.

remember in the I Need U theory; how lollipops are used commonly in anime to depict the cigarette. ( and this would tie in with the HYYH: the notes L version ).

Yoongi 8 June YEAR 22

I took off my t-shirt again. I looked in the mirror and it was not like me at all. The cotton shirt that was not my type had the word ‘Dream’ on it. No matter how you look at it, the red colour, the word, dream, the shirt didn’t fit me at all. Out of frustration, I pulled a cigarette and looked for my lighter. Since it wasn’t in the back pocket of my jeans, I looked inside my bag. (They) took it away. (They) took it from my hands without any constraint. (They) threw back to me were candy bars and this t-shirt.

I messed up my hair and stood up when I heard the sound of a message. My heart began to beat faster as at the moment, my hand phone screen lit up brightly with a name that was 3 syllabuses. I broke my cigarette to check the message. In the next moment, I was laughing at the mirror. Wearing the tight t-shirt that had ‘Dream’ written on it, the red colour, I must have looked like an idiot.

which later on explain how those cigarettes were taken away from Yoongi- kinda leaving him bare. however later on in the notes of the L version, it seems as though Yoongi attended the funeral of his mother, his mother who taught him the piano. Hence, he traded the fear of the fear of losing someone so important; giving up the metronome to signify the end of the days of him playing the piano to the lollipop which would only exacerbate his current delinquent life as one would see in the highlight reel, that his juvenile days only extended, with him quitting high school, stopped playing the piano, picked up the habit of smoking etc often got drunk as well etc.

This could be seen in the HYYH: the notes, L version.

Yoongi 25 June YEAR 20

I opened the door of the bottom drawer with a pop and firstly, took out the bag that was placed inside. I turned the bag inside out and a dusty piano key fell out. I threw the half-burned piano key in the trashcan and laid down on bed. The fire in my heart wouldn’t cool down and so my breathing was ragged, and at some point, soot was smeared over my fingers.

After the funeral, I went back alone to the house that was set ablaze on fire. I entered my mother’s room to see the piano that was burned so badly, the shape was unrecognizable. I hesitantly sat down. I sat there for some time until the sunlight that entered through the window died down. Several keys rolled around in the last of the light. What kind of sound could be heard if I played the keys? I thought about my mother playing these keys a lot. I put one of them in my pocket and left the room.

From that moment on, 4 years has passed. The house has been quiet. Just like it was meant to be quiet. It was past 10 and so my father would have been asleep, afterwards everything held its breath. That was the rule of the house. It was hard for me to endure the silence. it also wasn’t easy to keep up with the stipulated times, regulations and forms. No matter how you looked at it, it was hard to be patient. Nevertheless, I couldn’t stand living in this house. After receiving pocket money from my father, eating with him, I got scolded by him. Rather than not talking to my father and go astray, I lacked the courage to abandon him and the house, to make freedom into reality and not just in words.

I suddenly rose up from bed. I pulled out the piano key from the desk with a tissue paper. I opened the window and the night air rushed in. The wind that came in slapped me with the strength of whatever happened today. I threw the piano key in the air. Today I haven’t gone to school for 3 or 4 days. I heard the news of getting expelled. Now, I don’t know if I want to be kicked out of the house. I listened hard but I couldn’t hear the keys hitting the ground. No matter how much I have been thinking about it, I couldn’t imagine the sound the piano key would have made. No matter how much time has passed, the piano key would never make a sound again. I will never play the piano again.

Hoseok exchanged the snickers bar which was seen in the MAMA short film to get a birthday cake.

somehow this cake triggered Hoseok’s past to which his mother abandoned him at the amusement park which was seen in the highlight reel.

maybe his mother also abandoned him on his birthday hence triggering him to have his Munchausen syndrome to be worse.

Munchausen syndrome, is a type of mental illness in which a person repeatedly acts as if he or she has a physical or mental disorder when, in truth, he or she has caused the symptoms. Munchausen syndrome is a mental illness associated with severe emotional difficulties.

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this Munchausen syndrome could be seen in his short film of MAMA, when one of the doctors was observing him etc.

his fear of abandonment becomes even more prominent later on when one would see that in the Highlight reel, the girl was in a matter of life or death and that Hoseok even sacrificed himself running in the rain to save her, much like she may not even survive hence possibly abandoning Hoseok yet again. not to mention that maybe this girl was the one who filled the empty void of Hoseok in which his own mother should have given love and attention from the very beginning. hence Hoseok has this sense of attachment to her.

Namjoon exchanged a shard of glass that had the same words as in Prologue ( You Must Survive ) to a black hair tie -the same hair tie seen in the highlight reels

Namjoon has troubles of accepting himself, in a way he has a fear of facing himself, which is why when he sees his own reflection on the shard of glass; much like the one seen in the Yoongi Run JP. MV - he is quick to surrender it to the magic shop.

interesting that even on that piece of glass, he still has it written that he must survive. a constant reminder that he needs to live with himself; despite the fact that he cant accept himself.

however, one could also consider this point of view, in which, Namjoon had a fear of his words being disappeared, in a way that he is being forgotten in terms of his speech.

often, it is seen as though Namjoon kept on writing reminders on mirrors of having to survive. he wanted to constantly remind them to keep holding on.

he has been doing so since in the Prologue etc and even in the HYYH: the Notes, L version.

Namjoon 15 May YEAR 20

As I walked across the storage classroom that became a hideout for those of us who had nowhere to go, I set a few chairs straight. I wiped away the dust off the fallen desk with my palm while I was at it. Endings make people emotional. Today is the last day I go to school. It has been decided 2 weeks earlier that we would move. I didn’t know if I could possibly return. I wasn’t sure if I could see my hyungs or younger brothers.

I folded a piece of paper in half and placed it on a desk, I even got a pencil out but I didn’t know what words to leave behind, and so I let time pass. While I was scribbling useless words, my pencil lead snapped with a sound. “You have to keep living” on the paper with the marks of the graphite lead that I had scribbled with realizing. In between the black dust powder and scribbles were stories of poverty, parents, dongsaengs and moving.

I crumpled the paper and placed it in my pocket and then I stood. I pushed the desk away and the dust rose. As I began to leave, I blew onto the dirty window and wrote three characters. No goodbye would ever be enough yet no matter what I say, it would be conveyed as ‘”Let’s see each other again”. More than it being a promise, it was just a wish.

though Namjoon likes to write these on temporary things, in which they could easily disappear, he was very quick to actually surrender it.

Jimin exchanged the photo of the trees in the painting labelled Flower Arboretum to an umbrella.

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interesting, one of the popular ones when you search this on Google is Yangpyeong Wild Flower Arboretum ( 양평 들꽃수목원 )

His fear of being cooped up in hospitals and loneliness to one of jealousy as one would see in the highlight reels. easily being jealous of hoseok and of the girl. later on seen in the HYYH: the notes, L version.

Jimin 3 July YEAR 22

In the end, I sprawled onto the floor. I turned off the music and my surroundings went quiet, all I could hear was the beating of my heart. I pulled out my hand phone and played the choreography dance video that I had learned in the morning. Hyung’s movements were so smooth and accurate in the video. That was the result of his countless hours and sweat of practicing, and now since I wasn’t anywhere near as him, I was jealous. However, understanding and hoping are different and so I sighed often. Again I stood up. I imitated the turn as he had done it but I kept twisting my steps. I kept on making mistakes at the parts where we have to match the flow. We decide to match again tomorrow but until then I wanted to be seen as serious. Rather that a playful phrase, I wanted to be complimented as ‘better than expected’, I wanted to be recognized as someone who was equal and serious, one that could match with hyung.

Jimin 28 September YEAR 20

I stopped counting the days since I was hospitalized. Counting is something you would do when you want to get out or there is hope of getting out. The trees and leaves were far outside the window and based on the clothes of people, I think that not much time has passed. At most, a month tops. Sometimes I see myself wearing the uniform though it was nothing special. Maybe it was because of the medicine, everything looked boring and dull. But today was a special day. The kind of day you write in a diary. However, I didn’t have one and I didn’t want the problems that come with writing in one. Today was the first time I lied. I looked at the doctor’s eyes and pretended to be gloomy. “I don’t remember anything.”

hence, remember in Euphoria, Hoseok eventually left Jimin to save Taehyung, same thing. especially how in MAMA, Hoseok still sees Jimin’s tree painting.

Jimin afterwards was lonely, and his illness started to exacerbate, even more seen in Euphoria, in which Jimin runs around the cafeteria as if the boys were all there when they aren't. even more so, when getting the umbrella, as seen in the highlight reel, he still gets wet, as if under the pouring rain, the umbrella did nothing to shield his pain since after all, his reality never changed.

Taehyung exchanged something to get the bag possibly the same girl who stole in the convenience store and even took notice of Taehyung’s vandalism efforts who later joined him as well.

this could be seen in the HYYH: the notes, L version.

Taehyung 25 June YEAR 22

I deliberately delayed my steps as I sensed to the small steps that was following me. This was the 3rdtime already at the convenience store. If there was something different, it was that today they ran away when they saw me. They hung around a vacant spot behind the convenience store but as I turned up, they hid themselves again. They hid themselves well but their shadows were reaching to the front of the store. I let out a laugh. I pretended that I didn’t see but they began to follow me.

I entered a narrow alley. This is the only place in the neighbourhood without a broken streetlamp. The alley was long and the streetlamp was somewhere in the middle with my shadow stretching. The shadow now stretches behind me. It could have been stretching all the way to the person who was following me with ragged breath. I started walking a little bit faster. As I passed the streetlamp, my shadow disappeared beneath my feet. Not long after, a shadow that wasn’t mine appeared on the cement floor. I stopped walking and so did the movements. The two shadows of different heights stopped side by side.

I said, “I’m going to wait until you come here.” The shadow behind me leaped out of shock. Then it became still as if it wasn’t here. “I can see everything.” I pointed to the shadow. The footsteps became nearer and deliberately were noisy. I laughed.

so it seems as though this girl has appeared yet again in the HYYH: the notes.

for some reason, i have a feeling that Taehyung fears to be his father, i mean this could possibly be wrong; but i am trying to link the HYYH: the notes, V version here yet again.

Taehyung 22 May YEAR 22

I passed by a pine tree forest as Hyung picked up a phone call and started to lag behind. Nowadays, there were more times like this. He moved far away so that he could pick up the call where others couldn’t eavesdrop. I deliberately slowed down ad hid myself off towards the ocean. Hyung wouldn’t be able to see me when he passed by. “He’s only one year younger than me. No, I don’t really care. Anyway, I’m not going to be the one taking the responsibility, just do whatever is best.”

Something cold slithered down my spine. It felt as if everything in the world crumbled and crashed with a bang. It felt as if I was floating alone in the deep ocean. It was scary and frightening. I was miserable and insignificant. I was angry. I couldn’t contain my anger. I wanted to cause a scene. I wanted to smash something, to hit something, to wreck myself. I was always afraid. That my father’s blood would run in me. I thought that maybe his violence was what I inherited. It seemed that something was stabbing my tight defenses.

this is especially so since in these notes, it is known that Taehyung has quite the temper and anger management issues, but the breaking point of it is when he stood up to his father but ended up murdering him. Taehyung eventually became what he feared - being the man who resort to violence, with the blood of his father flowing through his veins. he exchanged it for the bag that was seen in the highlight reel yet again.

interestingly, Jungkook exchanged himself to get a key - a key in a pretty glass box, much like Jungkook has been offered Pandora’s Box.

Pandora's box is an artifact in Greek mythology connected with the myth of Pandora in Hesiod's Works and Days. The container mentioned in the original story was actually a large storage jar but the word was later mistranslated as "box". In modern times an idiom has grown from it meaning "Any source of great and unexpected troubles", or alternatively "A present which seems valuable but which in reality is a curse"

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now, the reason why i say it is Pandora’s box is because of the fact that Jungkook would soon find out all bad things that surrounds them and the boys as he unlocks the door.

see, Jungkook also had a fear, he had a fear of losing the boys, his brothers. from his own solo song, his love for them has been clearly established.

죽을 것 같아 형이 슬프면 형이 아프면 내가 아픈 것보다 아파

I feel like I’m going to die when hyung is sad When hyung is in pain, it hurts more than when I’m in pain

Reference: Colour Coded ©

hence, he wanted his brothers to happy and so he would do anything for them, even if it meant sacrificing himself.

hence, without any item to offer, he offered himself as a representation of his own fear. now why do i say this?

asides from the fact that he didn't exchange anything, see, remember how i brought up the whole Omelas kid in the Euphoria theory, what if, all along Jungkook was the Omelas kid after all?

notice how when he entered the room that he unlocked, he was in tattered clothes, much like the boy/girl in the story of The Ones who walk away from Omelas. remember how Omelas was a city in which despite all the happiness, wealth, luck and good there, only one person in the basement is suffering; and now that is none other than Jungkook.

Jungkook entered a room with 6 clothe stands. one to represent each of the boys.

in front of him is a man in a black cloak and wearing a mask - possibly the same mask of the magic owner and the same on in Singularity and possibly none other then Kim Taehyung.

linking this back to my Taehyung and Hoseok Theory, and also of Jungkook’s HYYH the notes extended theory, and of Singularity Theory, Taehyung is the one that told Jungkook that last line of his notes.

“Living is more painful than dying, but even so, do you still want to live?”

i have already established that Taehyung could possibly be the devil since who in the right frame of mind actually encourages suicide, which in a way only triggered the whole domino effect of one by one - the boys would take their own lives after Taehyung as seen in the HYYH timeline.

however, i would also want to bring across the fact that Taehyung could also possibly be the owner of the magic shop, with how his mask fits everything in Singularity etc, so in a way, Taehyung would have known the fates of each go the boys, but yet he still gives them this fictional choice of actually exchanging traits or their fears to their happiness etc.

this is especially so with how Jungkook entered the room to find 6 bare clothe stands. remember how in Spring Day and highlight reel, there was this whole changing of clothes and washing machine aesthetic?

so to tie it in, with how the magic shop works, by right, there were supposed to received something positive but in the end, their realities either remained the same or worse. just like by changing clothes, the fates of the boys change even if it is one measly top.

think of this analogy, if one person wears this shirt, the vibe of someone else wearing the exact same shirt is different, even if the difference is insignificant.

hence, the whole washing machine aesthetic in which they constantly change the clothes to put it on other members and why there is this huge pile of clothes in Spring Day shows the many possibilities; such as Seokjin in the highlight reel.

as such, the magic shop only exchanged these fears, but they dont guarantee that it would be positive in the long run. hence, the magic shop only removed those painful memories temporarily to give them fake ones in the form of this love relationships with girls, hence fake love.

the magic shop only provided a coping mechanism to deal with their fears, an escape from their cruel and brutal reality, even accepting the fake love to make them forget the pain.

later, we see again in the higlight reel at 5:20 the importance of Seokjin’s narration.

“Even if these moments are a lie, I want to stay here.”

it shows that even if these moments are fake, it made the boys happy temporarily at least and they are more than willing to be delusional for these moments.

however, the ending of the highlight reel is what sums up this whole Love Yourself series.

“Eventually I have to face. Loving without being afraid. Saying goodbye to hesitancy. Living as myself.”

and overall, to love theirselves. this is especially so since in the highlight reel, Seokjin says this.

“With myself, I wasn't confident in being loved.”

this is to say that this whole series is meant to heal them, in accepting all their traits and fears and to love themselves in the end.

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cvenir · 6 years

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here i am to introduce EIGHT characters that i actually thought i had already introduced lmao set me on fire !! but yay, take a look under the cut! ofc eventually proper bios will hit my pages and their tasks will expand much more on my children! as always, pinterests and songs are linked if u wanna go a lil deeper

just kidding i drafted that when i was aCTUALLY gonna do 8 but thankfully tea says she won’t accept me until i post 2 intros so yOU SHALL RECEIVE 2 RN and 8 later <33333 gotta keep y’all on your toes heh also i wrote niall’s in my journal on the plane so like... it’s not great (literally just bullets of sentence fragments) but wtvr that’s what bios are for amirite

NIALL O'DONOGHUE looks an awful lot like TARON EGERTON. HE is TWENTY-EIGHT and while they're ASTUTE, they have a tendency to get pretty ARDUOUS. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to DON'T WANNA FALL IN LOVE by KYLE (ok his pinterest is incredibly unfinished look away)

v conflicting mix of soft and hard

king of suppressing his lowkey intense feelings

kinda awkward around others due to the fact that he spent his entire life reading, writing, and studying –– he rarely interacted with other people as a kid and this mostly continued into his adult life

sweet soft boi has a double masters in medieval and renaissance studies and french and romance philology; he’s working on his phd rn while interviewing to become an assistant professor at kola university

grew up w a single mom (never knew dad) and had no siblings so his childhood was even lonelier :////

so like mad libs = his bff :’(

well mad libs and the shoulder flashlight he invented for late night reading (shoutout to amy santiago)

v soft and passionate heart

loves intellectual discussions like my boi has v strong gemini/virgo/mercury influences –– and a libra (or taurus i haven’t decided yet) venus so waTCH OUT

takes friendship v seriously (love u grant <333 @mcnuggcts )

buttt he can be a giant asshole sorry i don’t make the rules

v organized and particular

and scared of getting close to people bc he’s so used to being alone ugh my son!!

but once you get in there you’ll see he’s a good guy like rlly is he just has a bad temper sometimes and can barely express any emotion but anger half the time :///

ISLA VARGA looks an awful lot like ALEXIS REN. SHE is TWENTY-TWO and while they're SAGACIOUS, they have a tendency to get pretty MACABRE. You’ve probably seen them around Kola listening to COOL GIRL by TOVE LO.

so i’ve played isla before n i’m v sorry to do this but i feel hella lazy so i’m sORRY but here comes a fucking huge wall of text don’t look at me and don’t feel like u have to read it ://// all the triggers i tagged apply to her; she’s p dark so seriously do not read it if you think she will make you uncomfortable!!

to preface, isla is like the embodiment of all of the seven deadly sins, and i molded her a lot after amy dunne (scary, i know) and april ludgate (mostly amy tho april is just deadpan like she is –– when she’s being herself, that is), as she is an incredible pococurante yet perfectionist who borders on sociopathy

soooo this will make sense later but her real name is actually brigid (father’s surname idk) which she now uses as her middle name

so isla’s dad is a fucking rockstar !!! badass right. she’s half-siblings with hadley ( @ofadorations ) and colby ( @shtbgs ) but she actually never met her mom, something she’s not too pressed about

bc she was cute as a button, family friends decided to get her into the entertainment business as a child star almost as soon as she could walk –– she did it all, acted, modeled, danced, sang, she was literally hollywood’s little starlet and she hated every minute of it. the entertainment business loved who they created, but that girl was never her and it weighed deeply on her psyche.

when she was twelve, she decided to fake her own disappearance because she was fed up with everything –– she cut her hair to her ears, dyed it brown (and has continued to do so ever since) and sneaked her way to nyc hoping no one would recognize her

well someone did, and they happened to be a member of ruthless and organized mobs of the city –– in return for keeping her concealed, she pledged her devotion and became one of their most skilled and lethal honeytraps in the business (WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE BC THEY MADE HER START YOUNG I AM SO SORRY FOR WRITING THIS IT JUST PLAYS HEAVILY INTO HER CHARACTER)

along the way, members inevitably died –– people she was sworn to care for –– many times before her eyes as well, which only lead her to realize she enjoyed witnessing all sorts of death, even those of people she was supposed to “love”. emotion was almost nonexistent in isla’s childhood, a trait that bled into her character development.

she began to idolize the gang and its power, something she now craved. still, isla was doing a great job of portraying herself to those around her as a rosy, meek, baby-doll, when in actuality she was a child full of hate who would soon blossom into a young adult of the same tone. she became even more obsessed with death, fantasizing about it as if her unusual thoughts would make her less afraid when it came for her.

eventually, as she grew older, she was accepted into the higher ranks of the mob; this couldn’t have made isla more content. the macabre girl was honored that someone else noticed her genius, the way she could predict things, assess situations, manipulate people to do her bidding. it was only right that she was initiated into a society that praised her for such harshness

but, as all things do, her time in the gang ended after ten years and isla did what she does best: disappeared. she’s relocated back close to home, kola california, and it’s only a matter of time before people and the industry realize just who she is

if she’s acting like her true self, she behaves like a negative, eldritch layabout who likes to watch others suffer (sounds extreme, i know). however, she rarely lets anyone see the real her, and instead accepts various facades in a big game –– the darkness is truly her personality, she’s not faking her cold demeanor. this image enables her to mask her true potential and the fact that she is unflaggingly loyal and cares about those she’s close to.

if i had to give her a label, it would probably be the pococurante (which is defined as: an indifferent person. possibly they’re bored, jaded or even been hurt. either way, they tend not to get attached to things and don’t show much enthusiasm, whether that’s on the outside or the inside, too)

on the other hand, she could be accurately summed up as an arcane, as she’s an enigmatic mystery and she prides herself on being a puzzle that several people have failed to solve. there are many sides to her personality; in some aspects, she’s very much an aesthete considering she spends a great deal of her time taking putting together outfits, so she has a very defined fashion sense and typically dresses like a princess half the time, which is very ironic considering her dark personality. she truly is so GLAMOROUS (and this is why i love alexis for her) and she works that mean girl, hard soul aesthetic while serving looks and also able to come across as incredibly sweet, which is perfect for her multiple personas. she’s a stunner, with both her appearance and personality; as much as she is indifferent and would prefer to fly under the radar, wherever she goes people always want to ask questions, making her into this intangible concept that everyone wants to define.

people will recognize parts of her as if they’ve seen here in another life, and because of her ostentatious, puzzling, and spellbinding personality, she’s unforgettable. on the other hand, she’s also something of a virago, due to the fact that she can be incredibly feisty when angered; but it takes quite a lot to actually set off her fuse, as she’s good at controlling which emotions she shares. for the most part, she is incredibly blasé and even-tempered. additionally, she’s is a bit of a picaro because her primary aim with her life at this point is to be independent and liberated from any and all attachments to other people. mostly, though, she’s is nothing more than a girl who’s afraid; of what, she still can’t decide.

all in all, she’s so much of everything that she isn’t quite certain of her own identity. her character is one shrouded in secrets and shadows yet alluring and sensual. but, lbr, most of all she’s just deadass terrifying. one of her defining characteristics is her desire to make things happen for her through her own abilities and determination. obstinate as all get out, she doesn’t like to own up to making mistakes so she tries to prove that she’s almost invincible to them bc she doesn’t wanna let anyone see her vulnerable, or she doesn’t want to let someone down - this refers only to those that she’s actually close to. due to her apathetic nature, all she really wants to do is let most people down – people she finds boring and useless – and have some fun because of it. however, when it comes to people she truly has allowed herself to care about, her deepest desire is for their happiness because they must be pretty damn special for making her give a shit.

still, because of her evasive tendencies, she almost always does ruin things for herself and for others, even when she actually cares. she’s like a double-edged sword; when she finds something worthwhile, she sees so much beauty and potential in it, but she’s got a midas touch. whenever she wants to obtain it or pursue it, her involvement makes everything fall to ashes, and she is afraid of her own influence. despite her tendency to run away, once she latches on and decides to be truly loyal, she’ll be devoted in such an extent that she would undoubtedly kill for them.

she can be a loudmouth whenever she actually decides to speak, constantly fabricating outlandish stories and even going off like a deranged person, but beneath her caustic and frightening exterior, isla is rather pensive. on the occasion that she chooses to offer legitimate advice, it’s usually very elaborate and composed. still, she doesn’t want people to know about capable she is, or how intelligent she can be, so she hides her rare brilliance with a tough exterior and stoic personality.

idk if you can tell but i like diving into the specifics of my character like their star signs and stuff so i searched an amy dunne mbti and tweaked it bc it really helped describe her even further! she’s a intj !

introverted intuition (ni): isla sees everything around her in a world of symbols, of metaphors, and of potential. her narration will continually be littered with predictions, with ideas about how things are going to be and what will result from this or that. despite her brashness that some may assume is impulsivity, she is a planner, anticipating new “problems” and seeking to rectify them with her own twisted brand of justice. she tries to work everything into her overall system of understanding, of her big ideas about how the world works, including her take on her various false identities she possesses for her previous job as an escort but also to mess with the minds of others around her. she’s always disappointed by how the real world is never as good as the way she imagined it; she is perfect and nothing else can catch up with her expectations.

extroverted feeling (fe): despite her aloofness, and rather lack of any sort of emotional bearing, empathy, or any sort of true feeling, isla is conscious of how others’ perceive her, of the image she’s created, and of how key that social perception is to her success, even if it’s just in her own imagination. she restrains her real opinions in order to adapt to her environment, as she’s somewhat of a chameleon, only a few have had a chance to catch the true witch beneath the crown. she’s the mistress of change, easily altering her identities in order to better fit in with new people, should the situation require it. she’s easily devastated when she reveals her real personality to others, as in the past, some that she’s left truly see her have refused to accept her twisted true-self. even though she is wholesomely selfish and self-seeking, isla is very people-focused, and applies most of her intellect and analysis onto general people-based functions, that may she can have the confidence that she has clearly manipulated and analyzed every aspect of her environment, as she needs this to feel in control.

introverted thinking (ti): as mentioned, isla is highly analytical, always trying to see the why of a scenario, what’s behind human behavior, which turns her attention to psychology and manifests in her flair for anticipating the thoughts and actions of those around her; she is so obsessed with understanding why people tick that she looks past her own slighted judgment, as she herself could easily qualify as a sociopath/psychopath. she’s always trying to fit in any new experience, or piece of information, into her pre-established system of facts, and as such is rarely ever surprised. despite her apathy and lack of care for her life or how it progresses, she’s highly organized and loves to make checklists, arrangements for the future, and methodically ticks of her obligations, one by one. while her emotions and feelings are significantly suppressed, and even nonexistent, she makes up for that human trait with a very powerful mind, one that is quick to learn and adept with languages, memorization, and logic. however, she doesn’t want anyone to know just how brilliant and quick she is, as it’s her greatest asset, thus explaining why she chose not to be a member on the intellectual team.

extroverted sensing (se): isla tends to respond her physical environment with fierce analysis, as expressed in her intellectual capabilities. she’s almost incapable of living in the moment, contrary to how people suspect she is, considering she portrays herself as impulsive and cunningly excitable. in reality, though, even when she’s crossed off everything on her checklist, she’s almost incapable of relaxing, or enjoying the world around her, as she doesn’t find things that other people find beautiful. she struggles the most with the physical side of her plans, even though she is a very physical individual. she is very open with her body and indulges with the lusts of the flesh, as she sensuality is at the same level as her wickedness. along with this, isla craves for the environment that houses her figure to be pleasant and organized, and can’t stand when things are out of order.

#tw sociopath #tw gang #if that's a thing i'm so sorry i'm kinda oblivious w triggers please someone correct me or tell me if i'm missing anything #fckit:intro #tw death #tw childhood trauma #tw prostitution #in a way #tw child abuse #tw human trafficking #could also apply i'm so sorry i'm trying to cover all the bases just in case

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jaebam · 4 years

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could you answer all the gif maker questions too? i'm very interested 😅

omgshfs interested in my thoughts????? okay only bc its u 🥺🥺

2. What is your least favorite set you’ve made?

ohhhh i don’t really know 😔 since i post so much it’s difficult to remember what i’ve done gshjfhsfj

3. Which of your sets has the most notes

on this blog it’s this one 🥺

5. What is your favorite movie/TV show to gif

i don’t really gif anything other than got7 at the moment but i used to gif a lot for tmi/shadowhunters!! 😌➰

6. What is your least favorite movie/TV show to gif

hmm i used to dislike giffing the tv show reign bc the lightning was wack from my memory fhsgjh and most scenes were usually just the same yellow background thing and i couldn’t really figure out how to make all those color spam sets i used to make from their eps

10. What was the first gif you ever posted

oh i recently went back and checked and it’s this one from 2011😳

12. What is the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever giffed

man idk gfshhj i’ve giffed a lot of embarrassing things

13. Where or from whom did you learn to gif

i learnt from reading and following a lot of tutorials posted here!! and then i regularly checked resources blogs like yeahps to see what the trend was hgsfhhsj

17. 10 sets, 8 sets, 6 sets= How many gifs do you prefer in a set

i used to mostly make 8 sets when it came to giffing before this blog, but now i really like 4 sets (which i raaarely made before this blog)

18. For the aesthetic, for the laughs, or for the feels what your preference

when it comes to gifmaking it takes a lot of time to figure it out aesthetic wise for me, so it’s mostly just for the laughs atm!! but for my main i used to only do it for the aesthetics hehe <3 (b/w sets forever in my 🤍)

21. PSDs or original coloring for each gif

i do have a base psd that i mess around with for all gifs and i could probably do it from memory but we’re lazy!! however since i color correct with curves layers they always turn out different anyway

22. What fandom/movie/show/person etc do you gif the most

got7 💚

23. What is the thing you gif when you don’t have anything else you want to gif

ooooohhhh i don’t really know, like older got7 performances maybe 🤔?

24. 480p 720p 1080p? What is the minimum quality you’ll gif from

ahh well i used to not care abt the quality and just giffed whatever but if i had to choose now i’d say 720p perhaps?

25. Old dimensions or new dimensions and why

omg i used to be one of the petty ppl that wouldn’t change to the new dimensions for MONTHS but i like the new ones even tho they don’t make sense jdhhjfh and i don’t really know why, maybe bc i think it looks better ?? not sure hgfhs i just do 🥴

26. How many unposted sets are in your drafts right now

hmm like 20 maybe? most are unfinished and some are just finished sets that i haven’t figured out how to caption HGSHFGS

27. Have you ever made a set, decided you hated it and deleted it? What was it

i don’t really delete any but i do dislike a lot of them i just never go back and check so in my mind it’s like i never made them in the first place ✊

28. Have you ever posted a set, regretted it and immediately deleted it

no i don’t think so!!

29. Have you ever posted a set, realized you made a mistake later but it was already too late

omg yes all the time!!!! but i go back anyways and edit the post even tho it’s too late to keep my mind at ease 💆‍♀️

30. How frequently do you like to post

i gif A LOT nowadays hfsghd and i don’t really have a preference i just gif whenever i can bc it’s fun

31. Do you schedule/queue posts or do you post right after you’re done

i do both!

33. Do you like to/can you make edits and graphics too or only gifs

yes!!!! i think i enjoy making graphics/edits more bc it shows my aesthetic more than gifs do but i do like making gifs too hehe it’s just a bit repetitive sometimes so i like making graphics to try to be a bit more creative 😋

36. Do you gif with something specific in mind or do you just wing it

i usually have something specific in mind 👩‍💻

37. What sets if any do you have planned to make in the future

omg i have a a folder of things i wanna gif so there’s actually a lot i have in mind but i probably won’t get to it for a while hsghfj i do plan on making another how got6 treat baby bam and for yugyeom and youngjae too tho!! one day 🤞

38. What are you really excited to gif that isn’t out yet

oh mannn i don’t really know 😩

39. How often, if ever, do you delete old sets that you don’t like anymore

i don’t think i’ve ever deleted a set 😟 it’s mostly bc i want to have the opportunity to go back and see how much of a change i’ve made

40. Why do you make gifs

bc i think it’s fun!! i enjoy the coloring process 😌 and to annoy the got7 tag gsjjhsfjgh

41. What is your least favorite part about your gif making process

hmm i don’t really dislike any of the steps.... maybe making the layers ? i don’t really know ghfshjs i’m used to giffing and the process so nothing really bothers me

42. How is your gif folder organized? Is it organized at all?

ppl have gif folders 😧😧????!?!?!??!!!!!???!??!

43. Do you keep videos forever or delete them once you’re done giffing

it depends honestly... i mostly delete videos after a long while or transfer them to a usb bc my laptop memory is really bad 💔

44. Ever had a gif become a meme? Would you like that if you haven’t

uhm i don’t think it has? and i haven’t really thought about it but i don’t think i’d mind

45. Ever gotten hate over a set

fortunately not yet!! ❤️

46. Ever gotten a really sweet compliment over a set

sometimes u guys compliment my work in the tags and it makes my heart soar and turn mushy every time 🥺🥺

48. How would you describe your giffing style

hmmm colorful? very vibrant?? 🌈✨

49. How much would you say you’ve improved since you first giffing

omg SO MUCH!!! like a whole lot hgsjfh

#im so sorry im answering this late i did see it when u sent it and i was gonna do it in the morning but i was a little overwhelmed ghsfjkf #thank u for asking!!! i had fun answering these 💕#anonymous #answered

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thelillzmonster · 8 years

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bad | 06

↳ He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, good-looking young man who made girls swoon for just a touch. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also stayed out of his business. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

pairing; jeon jungkook x reader (ft. kim taehyung)

genre; future smut, romance, fluff, angst(?), badboy!au

words; 5 125

| 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | coming soon ↠

A/N: here IT IS! for all you children who are waiting for smut, do not worry, I know. just be patient ;) remember, everything happens for a reason. don’t kill me for this.

Waking up in your bed on a Saturday morning, wrapped tightly in your comforting blankets, teasing sunlight shining in though the blinds, you couldn’t help but feel oddly satisfied. You had woken up from a surprisingly wonderful sleep, that left you wondering as to how you had managed to sleep so well.

That was your mistake.

Immediately when you thought back to falling asleep the previous night, you were reminded of the muscle-stiffening and nauseating feeling you had, lying up and unable to sleep because of the unexpected event at the party. The memory quickly brought back the uncomfortable and foreign feeling as you visibly tensed under your sheets.

The hope that it had all been a horrible nightmare quickly faded.

‘The fuck did I do..?’ You mentally scolded yourself, slapping a frustrated palm down on your forehead. ‘No, okay, okay..’ You tried to calm down. ‘He was just.. helping out. It’s nothing. Already forgotten.’ You lied to yourself with unconvincing words.

You weren’t sure as to why the memory was so vivid. His lips, his hands, his tongue. It was almost as if you could feel his touch when you thought back to it, making you jerk in shock.

“I need to wake up.” You spoke aloud, sitting up in your bed, taking deep breaths.

Wanting to quickly distract yourself from being reminded of the ‘traumatizing’ experience, you reached for your phone, only to see a big load of missed messages and calls from Minyoung. You got a brief sneak peek as to what some of them said.

Minyoung: (Y/N)!! wtf happened last nighht i cant remember shitt

Minyoung: did I do something stuupid holy shit what will jimin thin...

Minyoung: u shouldnt hav e abandoned me where were u u cant...

13 unread messages [9:47 AM]

3 missed calls [9:39 AM]

You gave out a lightly amused sigh, relieved that at least Minyoung didn’t seem to know about what you had done. Even though she kind of already knew what your plan was at that party, she had no idea who had been your victim and nobody had expected it to blow slightly out of proportion.

You quickly shook your head to rid it of the thought, deciding to answer all of Minyoung’s messages later and climbed out of bed with a drawn out yawn. If you were going to get through this day without freaking out, you would need a good start. Also known as, breakfast.

Quietly exiting your room, you were met by Hyeim on the couch, playing video games on your cheap, second-hand TV.

“Good morning.” You greeted, figuring that if you pretended like you were fine, you would eventually be fine.

“Morning.” She replied, glancing your way. But then she for some reason did a double take, eyes staring you down. You decided not to question it, considering Hyeim was an odd person in general, and tiptoed with feather-light steps to the kitchen.

You lazily prepared a piece of toast with butter and a small bowl of cereal before walking back to the living area, sitting down on the couch next to Hyeim.

She continued to play her game, but during every loading screen, she would glance at you with a somewhat suspicious stare. After eating your toast and almost all of the cereal, you couldn’t stand her antics any further.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

Her gaze having been already on you, she quirked an eyebrow, the rest of her expression showing nothing but indifference, per usual.

“You came home before midnight yesterday, right?”

Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion - because that was not the question you had expected - you thought back to the night before.

“Uhm, yeah, I think so.”

She kept staring at you, which almost made you shiver. Her face was so blank she almost didn’t look human for a moment, behind those big, round glasses.

“So I’m guessing you didn’t hook up with anyone last night.”

Each word she spoke just pushed you deeper into confusion.

“Huh? Eh, no.”

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“What? Uhm, no, I don’t.”

“Then.. what are those?”

Your stare that was fixed on her was filled with nothing but utter confusion, until you followed her gaze and traced it to your neck. Quickly, your hand went to touch the area since you couldn’t see, and with wide eyes you put aside your unfinished bowl of cereal and took long strides to the bathroom.

‘No, please don’t be what I think it is.’

Flicking on the light, you stood leaned against the counter, eyes fixated on your reflection in the mirror. Before the light had even fully lit up, your gaze was immediately drawn to it. So horrifyingly visible and dark.

Hickeys.

Eyes widening to large saucers, your mouth fell agape, gaze locked on the dark purple and red marks covering most of the left side of your neck. It took a good minute of just staring at it before it actually sunk in.

‘That goddamn little piece of rank shit.’

Your stare turned into a distasteful glare accompanied by an annoyed scowl, palm feverishly rubbing at the marks, as if that would somehow make them less evident.

‘He was just supposed to make out with me, the prick! How did he make them so dark?! I’m gonna have to wear a scarf for fucking weeks! That goddamn fuckboy, I swear.’

In raw frustration, you groaned out a sound that was alike to a lion’s roar, hands brushing over your forehead and into your hair as you elbows leaned against the edge of the counter.

You told yourself that the reason you were so frustrated was purely because you would have to walk around with a bruised neck for awhile, but deep down you knew that wasn’t it. Even though it would cause people to give you questioning stares, the real reason why you were so annoyed was because of who had put them there. Simply because you hated that person, at least you thought you did. No, you did. You definitely did. Also, you couldn’t understand why he would put those hickeys there in the first place.

‘Maybe he got.. carried away?’

You shook the ridiculous thought out of your head with a sigh. No, of course he wouldn’t get carried away, considering you were the one he was making out with. He probably did it just to be a dick. Yeah, that was it.

With a last glare sent to the dark marks through the mirror, you walked out of the bathroom with a scowl on your face. Forgetting about the mistake from the previous night might have ended up being harder than you thought.

Somehow, being caught up in the chaos of your unclear thoughts and salty regret, you had completely forgotten about the fact that everyone would know what happened at the party.

It had dawned over you right before you were opening the main door to the hallway on Monday, met by a corridor filled with curious eyes and interested glances. The ice-cold shivers that ran through your body along with the hair-raising goosebumps wrapping around your skin, made you want to twirl right back around and walk the straight way home. But being someone who did not want to skip classes, you forced your feet to push you further in through the mass of judging people.

You would never understand why people cared or were so interested when it came to the school’s bad boy trio. But you had known that fact for a long time and should have known better than to get involved. Looking back at it, as sweet as it was getting revenge on Taehyung, it had not been worth it. You had just gotten yourself into deeper shit without knowing how to get out.

“(Y/N)..”

Upon hearing the low and scolding voice from behind you, another shot of panic burned through your veins. You turned around slowly, placing a tight smile on your face, chin dipping below the edge of your thick scarf.

“Hi, Minyoung.”

She did not look amused.

Your stupid self had figured it would be better if you didn’t tell her about your ‘accident’ because you saw no need to. That was before you realized she would obviously find out through everyone at school.

“Got something to spill?” She raised an eyebrow, arms crossed over her chest.

“Uh... I believe you already know everything you need to.” You replied sheepishly, though truthfully.

“What the hell, (Y/N)?” She exclaimed, the offense and disappointment in her voice making you taste the beginning of guilt at the tip of your tongue. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You sighed.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking about the fact that everyone at school would know.”

“So, you just weren’t gonna tell me at all?”

“There was no reason for you to know.”

She frowned at that.

You turned around and picked up the History books from your locker, before shutting it, starting to walk along with Minyoung through the hallway.

“You did it for revenge, right?”

“Well, yeah, obviously. If I didn’t have a valid reason, I would never kiss him - let alone make out with him.” You scoffed in distaste.

“Then, I don’t get it. Why didn’t you tell me? Like, wouldn’t you be thrilled to tell me something like that? How you played two fuckboys. Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook.”

You stayed silent.

For some reason, her words took you off guard. Because she was right. You should have been ecstatic that your plan had worked and you had screwed with both boys that you despised so furiously. There was no reason for you to be embarrassed about it. So why were you?

Because you hadn’t found the kiss with Jungkook unbearable.

In other words, you had liked it.

An immediate pink blush crawled up your neck and spread across your cheeks at the thought, quickly rationalizing and blaming that fact on the alcohol you had consumed that night. Because as sober, there was no way you would enjoy any physical contact with that fuckboy. No way.

Minyoung sighed at the lack of a reply, deciding that it didn’t matter anymore. But then she frowned again.

“And what’s up with the scarf?”

You gulped.

“Uh.. My throat was burning this morning. Might be catching a cold.” You lied.

Maybe there was no reason to lie about the hickeys anymore, but you just didn’t want her to know that it had escalated so far to the point where he had actually managed to give you hickeys.

She shrugged in return.

Suddenly, silence ensued the corridor, despite it still being packed with students. You looked around, only to see everyone vigorously looking between you and something else ahead in the hallway. You followed their gazes and nearly froze in place when you saw Jungkook walking towards you.

For some reason, you couldn’t help but stare directly at him as the distance decreased, his eyes staring right back into yours. You could feel your steps had slowed down.

Your heartbeat sped up more and more by the second, and before you knew it, he was only feet away.

But right before he was to reach you, he looked away, straying slightly to the side, and walked right past you.

The feeling that hit you was the one you get when you expect someone to hit you, you expect the impact, but it never comes.

It was a kind of feeling of incompletion.

And as you kept walking down the hallway, Minyoung beside you, whispers slowly arising again, you wondered what the other feeling you felt was. Because despite it feeling very close to disappointment, that just couldn’t be it.

“So, I’ll give you the rest of class to work on your assignments. Find your partners.” Mrs. Song instructed, making everyone sigh in boredom.

You turned to Minyoung with a frown on your face, disappointed that she would have to move seats. And your project partner wasn’t even present.

She only shrugged apologetically before picking up her bag and books and moving to find her new place.

‘Great, now I have to work on it by myself.’ You internally complained, opening up your textbook and notes. But it only took you reading the first sentence on the page, before someone suddenly sat down next to you.

You looked up in confusion before your heart all but dropped at the face you were met by.

“Good morning.” Taehyung greeted with the hint of a smile on his face. His expression wasn’t nearly as cheerful as the one he had flaunted you with so many times before.

His hair was messy, but in the stylish kind of way. He was dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans and an eye-catching, blood-red jacket hung over his shoulders.

You didn’t know why a feeling similar to guilt started bubbling in the pit of your stomach. After all, he was the one who had led you on.

Face being painted with irritation, you looked away.

“What do you want, Taehyung?” You questioned, trying to make yourself sound as unfriendly as possible.

He huffed out the beginning of a chuckle.

“(Y/N), you already got your revenge on me. Why so aggressive still?”

You sighed.

“What do you want?”

You could feel everyone in class staring at you. The unwanted attention formed an uncomfortable atmosphere that made you want to just speed up time and end the class immediately.

You had managed to avoid all three of the guys for a couple of hours, and were planning to keep the winning streak until the end of the day. But as usual, luck wasn’t on your side.

“Jungkook told me the reason why you were mad.” He stated, making you look up at him again.

Unconsciously, your eyes shifted to look to the back of the class to find Jungkook, but you were taken aback when you were met by his gaze already on you. He had a solid poker face on and looked away the moment you caught him.

Uneasily, you turned to Taehyung again.

“So?” You asked.

“Why were you mad because I made out with someone else?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, a flaring anger starting to burn in your chest.

“What do you mean? I think you just said it yourself.”

He sighed.

“I didn’t know you thought we were exclusive, (Y/N). We never agreed to anything like that.”

“I know, Taehyung, but that’s not the point. The point is, you led me on.”

“I was flirting. I like you, which led to me hitting on you.”

“If it was just flirting, as if I was any other girl, why did you kiss me in the cafeteria, huh? Where everyone could see us. Why?”

The question took him off guard, making him close his mouth at the lack of an answer to give you.

“I heard you don’t like to be public about your hookups, or whatever. So, why’d you do that?”

He sighed again, looking away momentarily, as if to ponder for an excuse.

“I just wanted to.” He replied.

You rolled your eyes dramatically.

“Look, (Y/N); I didn’t sit down here to argue with you. I came here to sort shit out. I don’t want everyone to just keep holding grudges against each other. So, first of all, I’m sorry.”

Your eyes slightly widened at his words. That was not what you expected to hear.

“Honestly, I didn’t realize that you would be mad if you found out I had hooked up with someone else. But either way, I hurt you, and I am sorry for that.”

His words sounded sincere, and the look in his eyes only further supported that they actually were.

But you refused to be fooled. Someone like him probably had lots of training to trick girls into believing he felt sorry for something, even though he didn’t. He was still just looking to get into your pants.

“Sorry, Taehyung. Fooled me once, but not twice.” You stated, sporting a look of distaste.

He let out a deep sigh, one hand brushing through his ridiculously soft-looking hair.

“Ahh, I can’t believe you’re making me do this, (Y/N).”

You tilted your head in confusion.

And the next thing you knew, he was standing up, letting the chair screech loudly against the floor as he did so, and turned his body to face you before getting down on one knee.

Your eyes bulged out of your head, hearing how the previously working students had grown eerily quiet, all of them turning to look at the scene that was about to take place.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You questioned, making him smile at you.

“(Y/F/N),” He started, voice loud and clear. “I apologize for being a shitty and cunty fuckboy, and for hurting you in the process. Please forgive my sins and accept my sincere apology.”

Snickers quickly erupted in the classroom.

“Kim Taehyung, get back in your seat!” Mrs. Song ordered from the other end of the classroom.

“I will not until (Y/N) accepts my apology.”

“For fuck’s sakes, Taehyung, get up.” You told him, leaning over to grab him by his crimson jacket to pull him up.

“Am I forgiven, (Y/N)?”

“Yes, yes, fine, I forgive you. Now, get up.” You caved, making him grin in a satisfied manner, following your request and sat back atop the chair.

He kept his grin as he looked at you, whispers and giggles sounding throughout the room.

“Jesus Christ, Taehyung.”

He chuckled.

“I really am sorry, though. You know I am. You’re cool, and I wanna keep you as my friend.”

“Fine, I believe you. Just, sit there and don’t move.”

He smiled, making you look away because you almost felt a smile of your own teasing at your lips.

“So,” he spoke, leaning his elbows on the desk towards your side of the table. “Are you free tomorrow?”

You immediately shot him a questioning gaze.

“Taehyung, I am not going on a date with you.”

He let out a breathy chuckle.

“No, I’m not asking you on a date. Just to hang out. As friends. You have to, ‘cause now all my guy friends are gonna make fun of me because of what you did. You owe me, (Y/N).”

You sighed, thinking over whether you should actually agree or not. In the end, what could possibly be so harmful about it.

“Fine.”

His smile broadened.

But then his phone suddenly started ringing, vibrating against the desk. The both of you glanced down to look at it, to see the name ‘Yoongi’ displayed on the screen.

He sighed, giving you an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, gotta take this.”

And then he was walking out of the classroom, bringing the phone to his ear as he exited through the doorway.

'Yoongi? Where have I heard that before?’ You pondered.

But you were pulled out of your wonder when you suddenly remembered the person sitting at the back of the classroom. You couldn’t refuse the temptation to look back at Jungkook, and when you did, his gaze was once again already fixed on you.

But this time, he didn’t look away. His glare was boring right through your eyes, eventually making you turn away in discomfort.

An unwelcome shiver ran through your body as you still felt him looking at you. You couldn’t help but wonder, if you had only dug yourself deeper into a hole.

You lazily packed your laptop back into your bag, being the only source of sound in the otherwise empty library. You had stayed in school till late at night, finishing your next English essay in time, being that your grade was falling and you needed to work harder if you wanted to pass the class.

It was almost eight at night, and you were exhausted after an entire day of people staring at you and gossiping about you. Taehyung’s stunt in the classroom had only worsened the whispers and pointing of fingers, but you were still glad that you no longer had to be mad at him, despite how weird that might sound.

It had been surprisingly easy to forgive him, but having wondered about it and questioned it all day, it felt like you made a good decision. Because he genuinely seemed to be sorry and he was right that it was better if nobody had to hold any grudges. After all, he had been the bigger person, considering when you had conflict with him, you had resorted to revenge, whilst he had resorted to verbally sorting the situation. Maybe he wasn’t as immature as you thought he was. And that was why you had forgiven him.

His apology hadn’t come from a fuckboy; it had come from a normal human being. And he had apologized to you openly in front of the whole class. He wouldn’t have embarrassed himself like that unless he meant it.

The hallways were uncomfortably empty and you might have looked over your shoulder a couple of times as the motion-censored lights flickered off behind you. There really was no one else there, proven by the lack of any sound or any motion other than your own.

Chilly breezes of air bit your skin when you opened the doors outside and you quickly felt the urge to just be at home as soon as possible. So, you quickly skipped down the small set of stairs and started walking with long and hasty steps. But you hadn’t noticed that your phone was slipping out of your pocket, and didn’t hear the sound of it hitting the ground because of the wind wheezing in your ears.

You only made it a couple more steps before you were stopped by someone calling out to you from behind.

“Hey, you!”

You were lightly frightened and felt your chest jerk at the sudden shout and turned around, feet stopping your steps.

Your eyes landed on a guy, not much older than you, with pale, milky skin and hair that had been bleached a few times too many. He was wearing a long, black coat and ripped jeans, cigarette in one hand as he bent down to pick something up from the ground with the other.

“Yes?” You questioned, noticing the group of three other guys, standing a little further away by the wall, also smoking.

“You dropped your phone.” He explained as he straightened his legs again, holding your phone up for you to see while meeting your stare.

Your eyes widened for a second when you recognized the device and quickly started walking to him.

“Oh! Thank you very much.” You said, letting a relieved smile play at your lips. You could see how the man eyed you up and down as you got nearer, making you slightly more conscious.

You started breathing out when you reached him, but were surprised when he drew his hand away to behind his back when you were about to take the phone from his hand. His gaze darkened as he only stared at you, not explaining his behavior.

You cleared your throat uncomfortably.

“Excuse me, could I have my phone, please?”

He only smirked in return, making a shiver run up your spine.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

You could feel your bones already starting to shake in fear, the unwavering stares of the other boys not helping at all.

“I believe that’s irrelevant. Could I please have my phone back now, sir.”

His smirk only widened. You didn’t want to show that you were afraid, but you couldn’t help but feel small as a mouse under his dark glare.

“Well, I believe if you want your phone back, you should tell me your name.”

You hesitated, the two of you only standing still, looking at each other with locked gazes.

‘What could possibly be harmful about him knowing my name?’

“My name’s (Y/N). Now, the phone.”

To your dismay, he only grinned when you gave him what he had asked for, his hand not moving from behind his back.

He smoothly took a drag of his cigarette, making you hide your mouth and nose in your scarf to avoid the sickening smell when he exhaled.

“You listen well.” He simply said, smile reappearing on his face.

“Could you be kind and give me my phone now, sir.”

He quickly grinned again, leaving a nauseous feeling to tease at your chest.

“And you’re cute, too.”

“This is very inappropriate. I want my phone back, please.” You determinedly stretched your hand out toward him.

He only shifted his gaze between your hand and your face a couple of times, before sighing.

“How about this? I give you your phone back..” He started, voice steady and low. “.. if you give me something in return.”

As he finished, he took another step closer to you, making you quickly falter and clutch your hands to your chest.

“Sir-”

“Don’t be afraid, (Y/N). I won’t do anything bad, okay?”

“Please, stop.”

“But, cutie, don’t you think it would work out. It’s a fair trade. And you should be punished for being careless and dropping your phone like that.”

“Sir, stop. I don’t want to.”

“But I-”

“Yoongi!”

The voice came from someone behind you, and you were initially even more frightened.

‘Yoongi?’

“Leave her be.”

But as the voice spoke again, the familiarity of it made warm relief blanket your entire being.

“Hmm,” Yoongi hummed, a displeased expression molding onto his defined features. “Nice to see you, too, Jungkook.”

At his words, you finally found the courage to whip your head around and your tense shoulders visibly relaxed when you were indeed met by Jungkook.

“I’m glad you decided to join us.” Yoongi spoke again, voice dripping with sarcasm as he took another drag of his cigarette. Meanwhile Jungkook made his way to stand beside you.

Instead of responding with words, he only stretched his hand out to Yoongi, both you and the latter understanding exactly what he was asking for. Yoongi gave a breathy chuckle at the other’s action, reluctantly bringing the phone out from behind him and placing it into Jungkook’s hand, finally.

Jungkook turned to you and gave you the device immediately - which you clutched tightly between your fingers once your hands were on it - before he turned back to Yoongi.

“Don’t fuck with her, Yoongi, okay?”

Yoongi eyed you again, then looking back to Jungkook.

“Why? She’s your girlfriend or something?” He chuckled.

“No.” Jungkook quickly replied. “Just, leave her alone, okay?”

“Chill, Jeon, you know I was just messing around.” Yoongi grinned, sending another shiver through your spine.

“Whatever, Yoongi.” The boy from beside you sighed. “Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go.”

You happily listened to Jungkook, still in aftershock from the whole situation.

As the two of you paced away from Yoongi, you couldn’t help but glance back once, before you would turn behind the gate. You were met by the sight of him still staring straight at you, taking another drag of his cigarette. You wished then, that you would never have to meet him ever again.

Both of you were silent as you had turned onto the sidewalk, until you finally managed to speak.

“Thank you.”

He slowed down at your words, you following in pursuit. The two of you turned to each other, his gaze meeting yours for the first time since the whole encounter.

“Thank you for saving me,” You continued. “I-.. I was so scared, thank you.”

“Mm,” He hummed. “It’s whatever. He wouldn’t have actually done anything to you. I know him. He’s just sick and likes scaring girls like that.” He scowled.

You couldn’t help but notice suddenly that his belt was undone, but disregarded it.

“Still, I was so fucking scared. Thank you, Jungkook.” You said, managing a small smile to appear on your lips.

“Why’d you forgive him?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at that.

“Huh?”

“Taehyung.”

Your eyes widened, being taken off guard by his words.

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you forgive him?”

“Well... What does it matter? I’m tired of being angry and he apologized. And why do you care?”

He shrugged, a look of indifference suddenly appearing on his face.

“I don’t. It’s just weird. I mean, then what is the point of.. the party?”

You could feel a blush creeping up your neck as he mentioned the incident.

“At the time, I wasn’t planning on forgiving him.”

He sighed.

“You just.. shouldn’t have gotten me involved in your shit. Now Tae’s mad at me for breaking our rule. It was so unnecessary.”

You frowned.

“Wait, you’re mad that you had to make out with me a little?”

He let out a loud huff.

“It was just so unnecessary, (Y/N). You really shouldn’t have fucked me over for no reason like that. You literally made me shove my tongue down your throat for nothing. In front of everyone.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief. Was he being serious?

“Jungkook, are you dumb? You agreed to it, I didn’t make you do shit. Am I really that disgusting to you that you can’t live with the fact that we fucking kissed a little bit?”

You watched as his expression slightly softened.

“Is it that embarrassing to you that people know that you second based with someone like me? Am I that fucking ugly to you? You literally fuck anything with two legs, but someone like me is crossing the line?”

You knew that you were overreacting, but for some reason, you were hurt and couldn’t hold the fury back.

“(Y/N), I-”

“No, fuck you, Jungkook. You really are the heartless bastard I thought you were.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Kookie~” A high-pitched voice sounded, making both you and Jungkook turn your heads to the source of the sound.

Out of the opened door to the passenger seat of a car parked next to you by the sidewalk, a girl peaked her head out, with a childish pout on her face. You recognized her as Nayeon, a senior. Her hair was a mess, makeup smeared around her eyes, shirt hanging over one shoulder.

“Are you coming back?~”

It didn’t take long for you to connect the dots, and as your eyes shifted from her disheveled state to Jungkook’s opened belt, you knew what was going on.

‘So, that’s why he was at school to begin with.’

You watched as Jungkook sighed deeply, turning back to you, but you didn’t let him speak.

“Whatever, Jeon. Go have fucking fun with her. And don’t bother talking to me again.”

And then you were walking away without another word, your heart somehow feeling heavier than usual as it tightened in your chest.

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Wool and Water

She caught the shawl as she spoke, and looked about for the owner: in another moment the White Queen came running wildly through the wood, with both arms stretched out wide, as if she were flying, and Alice very civilly went to meet her with the shawl.

`I'm very glad I happened to be in the way,' Alice said, as she helped her to put on her shawl again.

The While Queen only looked at her in a helpless frightened sort of way, and kept repeating something in a whisper to herself that sounded like `bread-and-butter, bread-and-butter,' and Alice felt that if there was to be any conversation at all, she must manage it herself. So she began rather timidly: `Am I addressing the White Queen?'

`Well, yes, if you call that a-dressing,' The Queen said. `It isn't my notion of the thing, at all."

Alice thought it would never do to have an argument at the very beginning of their conversation, so she smiled and said, `If your Majesty will only tell me the right way to begin, I'll do it as well as I can.'

`But I don't want it done at all!' groaned the poor Queen. `I've been a-dressing myself for the last two hours.'

It would have been all the better, as it seemed to Alice, if she had got some one else to dress her, she was so dreadfully untidy. `Every single thing's crooked,' Alice thought to herself, `and she's all over pins! -- may I put your shawl straight for you?' she added aloud.

`I don't know what's the matter with it!' the Queen said, in a melancholy voice. `It's out of temper, I think. I've pinned it here, and I've pinned it there, but there's no pleasing it!'

`It can't go straight, you know, if you pin it all on one side,' Alice said, as she gently put it right for her; `and, dear me, what a state your hair is in!'

`The brush has got entangled in it!' the Queen said with a sigh. `And I lost the comb yesterday.'

Alice carefully released the brush, and did her best to get the hair into order. `Come, you look rather better now!' she said, after altering most of the pins. `But really you should have a lady's maid!'

`I'm sure I'll take you with pleasure!' the Queen said. `Twopence a week, and jam every other day.'

Alice couldn't help laughing, as she said, `I don't want you to hire me -- and I don't care for jam.'

`It's very good jam,' said the Queen.

`Well, I don't want any to-day, at any rate.'

`You couldn't have it if you did want it,' the Queen said. `The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday -- but never jam to-day.'

`It must come sometimes to "jam do-day,"' Alice objected.

`No, it can't,' said the Queen. `It's jam every other day: to-day isn't any other day, you know.'

`I don't understand you,' said Alice. `It's dreadfully confusing!'

`That's the effect of living backwards,' the Queen said kindly:

`it always makes one a little giddy at first --

`Living backwards!' Alice repeated in great astonishment. `I never heard of such a thing!'

` -- but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both ways.'

`I'm sure mine only works one way.' Alice remarked. `I can't remember things before they happen.'

`It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' the Queen remarked.

`What sort of things do you remember best?' Alice ventured to ask.

`Oh, things that happened the week after next,' the Queen replied in a careless tone. `For instance, now,' she went on, sticking a large piece of plaster [band-aid] on her finger as she spoke, `there's the King's Messenger. He's in prison now, being punished: and the trial doesn't even begin till next Wednesday: and of course the crime comes last of all.'

`Suppose he never commits the crime?' said Alice.

`That would be all the better wouldn't it?' the Queen said, as she bound the plaster round her finger with a bit of ribbon.

Alice felt there was no denying that. `Of course it would be all the better,' she said: `but it wouldn't be all the better his being punished.'

`You're wrong there, at any rate,' said the Queen: `were youever punished?'

`Only for faults,' said Alice.

`And you were all the better for it, I know!' the Queen said triumphantly.

`Yes, but then I had done the things I was punished for,' said Alice: `that makes all the difference.'

`But if you hadn't done them,' the Queen said, `that would have been better still; better, and better, and better!' Her voice went higher with each `better,' till it got quite to a squeak at last.

Alice was just beginning to say `There's a mistake somewhere-,' ** when the Queen began screaming so loud that she had to leave the sentence unfinished. `Oh, oh, oh!' shouted the Queen, shaking her hand about as if she wanted to shake it off. `My finger's bleeding! Oh, oh, oh, oh!'

Her screams were so exactly like the whistle of a steam-engine, that Alice had to hold both her hands over her ears.

`What is the matter?' she said, as soon as there was a chance of making herself heard. `Have you pricked your finger?'

`I haven't pricked it yet,' the Queen said, `but I soon shall - - oh, oh, oh!'

`When do you expect to do it?' Alice asked, feeling very much inclined to laugh.

`When I fasten my shawl again,' the poor Queen groaned out: `the brooch will come undone directly. Oh, oh!' As she said the words the brooch flew open, and the Queen clutched wildly at it, and tried to clasp it again.

`Take care!' cried Alice. `You're holding it all crooked!' And she caught at the brooch; but it was too late: the pin had slipped, and the Queen had pricked her finger.

`That accounts for the bleeding, you see,' she said to Alice with a smile. `Now you understand the way things happen here.'

`But why don't you scream now?' Alice asked, holding her hands ready to put over her ears again.

`Why, I've done all the screaming already,' said the Queen. `What would be the good of having it all over again?'

By this time it was getting light. `The crow must have flown away, I think,' said Alice: `I'm so glad it's gone. I thought it was the night coming on.'

`I wish I could manage to be glad!' the Queen said. `Only I never can remember the rule. You must be very happy, living in this wood, and being glad whenever you like!'

`Only it is so very lonely here!' Alice said in a melancholy voice; and at the thought of her loneliness two large tears came rolling down her cheeks.

`Oh, don't go on like that!' cried the poor Queen, wringing her hands in despair. `Consider what a great girl you are. Consider what a long way you've come to-day. Consider what o'clock it is.

Consider anything, only don't cry!'

Alice could not help laughing at this, even in the midst of her tears. `Can you keep from crying by considering things?' she asked.

`That's the way it's done,' the Queen said with great decision:

`nobody can do two things at once, you know. Let's consider you age to begin with -- how old are you?'

`I`m seven and a half exactly.'

`You needn't say "exactually,"' the Queen remarked: `I can believe it without that. Now I'll give you something to believe.

I'm just one hundred and one, five months and a day.'

`I can't believe that!' said Alice.

`Can't you?' the Queen said in a pitying tone. `Try again: draw a long breath, and shut your eyes.'

Alice laughed. `There's not use trying,' she said: `one can'tbelieve impossible things.'

`I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen. `When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. There goes the shawl again!'

The brooch had come undone as she spoke, and a sudden gust of wind blew the Queen's shawl across a little brook. The Queen spread out her arms again, and went flying after it, and this time she succeeded in catching it for herself. `I've got!' she cried in a triumphant tone. `Now you shall see me pin it on again, all by myself!'

`Then I hope your finger is better now?' Alice said very politely, as she crossed the little brook after the Queen.

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`Oh, much better!' cried the Queen, her voice rising to a squeak as she went on. `Much be-etter! Be-etter! Be-e-e-etter!

Be-e-ehh!' The last word ended in a long bleat, so like a sheep that Alice quite started.

She looked at the Queen, who seemed to have suddenly wrapped herself up in wool. Alice rubbed her eyes, and looked again. She couldn't make out what had happened at all. Was she in a shop? And was that really - was it really a sheep that was sitting on the other side of the counter? Rub as she could, she could make nothing more of it: she was in a little dark shop, leaning with her elbows on the counter, and opposite to her was a old Sheep, sitting in an arm-chair knitting, and every now and then leaving off to look at her through a great pair of spectacles.

`What is it you want to buy?' the Sheep said at last, looking up for a moment from her knitting.

`I don't quite know yet,' Alice said, very gently. I should like to look all round me first, if I might.'

`You may look in front of you, and on both sides, if you like,' said the Sheep: `but you can't look all round you -- unless you've got eyes at the back of your head.'

But these, as it happened, Alice had not got: so she contented herself with turning round, looking at the shelves as she came to them.

The shop seemed to be full of all manner of curious things -- but the oddest part of it all was, that whenever she looked hard at any shelf, to make out exactly what it had on it, that particular shelf was always quite empty: though the others round it were crowded as full as they could hold.

`Things flow about so here!' she said at last in a plaintive tone, after she had spent a minute or so in vainly pursuing a large bright thing, that looked sometimes like a doll and sometimes like a work-box, and was always in the shelf next above the one she was looking at. `And this one is the most provoking of all -- but I'll tell you what -- ' she added, as a sudden thought struck her, `I'll follow it up to the very top shelf of all. It'll puzzle it to go through the ceiling, I expect!'

But even this plan failed: the `thing' went through the ceiling as quietly as possible, as if it were quite used to it.

`Are you a child or a teetotum?' the Sheep said, as she took up another pair of needles. `You'll make me giddy soon, if you go on turning round like that.' She was now working with fourteen pairs at once, and Alice couldn't help looking at her in great astonishment.

`How can she knit with so many?' the puzzled child thought to herself. `She gets more and more like a porcupine every minute!'

`Can you row?' the Sheep asked, handing her a pair of knitting- needles as she spoke.

`Yes, a little -- but not on land -- and not with needles -- ' Alice was beginning to say, when suddenly the needles turned into oars in her hands, and she found they were in a little boat, gliding along between banks: so there was nothing for it but to do her best.

`Feather!' cried the Sheep, as she took up another pair of needles.

This didn't sound like a remark that needed any answer, so Alice said nothing, but pulled away. There was something very queer about the water, she thought, as every now and then the oars got fast in it, and would hardly come out again.

`Feather! Feather!' the Sheep cried again, taking more needles. `You'll be catching a crab directly.'

`A dear little crab!' thought Alice. `I should like that.'

`Didn't you hear me say "Feather"?' the Sheep cried angrily, taking up quite a bunch of needles.

`Indeed I did,' said Alice: `you've said it very often -- and very loud. Please, where are the crabs?'

`In the water, of course!' said the Sheep, sticking some of the needles into her hair, as her hands were full. `Feather, I say!'

`why do you say "feather" so often?' Alice asked at last, rather vexed. 'I'm not a bird!'

`You are,` said the Sheet: `you're a little goose.'

This offended Alice a little, so there was no more conversation for a minute or two, while the boat glided gently on, sometimes among beds of weeds (which made the oars stick fast in the water, worse then ever), and sometimes under trees, but always with the same tall river-banks frowning over their heads.

`Oh, please! There are some scented rushes!' Alice cried in a sudden transport of delight. `There really are -- and suchbeauties!'

`You needn't say "please" to me about `em' the Sheep said, without looking up from her knitting: `I didn't put `em there, and I'm not going to take `em away.'

`No, but I meant -- please, may we wait and pick some?' Alice pleaded. `If you don't mind stopping the boat for a minute.'

`How am I to stop it?' said the Sheep. `If you leave off rowing, it'll stop of itself.

So the boat was left to drift down the stream as it would, till it glided gently in among the waving rushes. And then the little sleeves were carefully rolled up, and the little arms were plunged in elbow-deep to get the rushes a good long way down before breaking them off -- and for a while Alice forgot all about the Sheep and the knitting, as she bent over the side of the boat, with just the ends of her tangled hair dipping into the water -- while with bright eager eyes she caught at one bunch after another of the darling scented rushes.

`I only hope the boat won't tipple over!' she said to herself. Oh, what a lovely one! Only I couldn't quite reach it.' `And it certainly did seem a little provoking ( `almost as if it happened on purpose,' she thought) that, though she managed to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as the boat glided by, there was always a more lovely one that she couldn't reach.

`The prettiest are always further!' she said at last, with a sigh at the obstinacy of the rushes in growing so far off, as, with flushed cheeks and dripping hair and hands, she scrambled back into her place, and began to arrange her new-found treasures.

What mattered it to her just than that the rushes had begun to fade, and to lose all their scent and beauty, from the very moment that she picked them? Even real scented rushes, you know, last only a very little while -- and these, being dream-rushes, melted away almost like snow, as they lay in heaps at her feet -- but Alice hardly noticed this, there were so many other curious things to think about.

They hadn't gone much farther before the blade of one of the oars got fast in the water and wouldn't come out again (so Alice explained it afterwards), and the consequence was that the handle of it caught her under the chin, and, in spite of a series of little shrieks of `Oh, oh, oh!' from poor Alice, it swept her straight off the seat, and down among the heap of rushes.

However, she wasn't hurt, and was soon up again: the Sheep went on with her knitting all the while, just as if nothing had happened. `That was a nice crab you caught!' she remarked, as Alice got back into her place, very much relieved to find herself still in the boat.

`Was it? I didn't see it,' Said Alice, peeping cautiously over the side of the boat into the dark water. `I wish it hadn't let go -- I should so like to see a little crab to take home with me!' But the Sheep only laughed scornfully, and went on with her knitting.

`Are there many crabs here?' said Alice.

`Crabs, and all sorts of things,' said the Sheep: `plenty of choice, only make up your mind. Now, what do you want to buy?'

`To buy!' Alice echoes in a tone that was half astonished and half frightened -- for the oars, and the boat, and the river, had vanished all in a moment, and she was back again in the little dark shop.

`I should like to buy an egg, please,' she said timidly. `How do you sell them?'

`Fivepence farthing for one -- Twopence for two,' the Sheep replied.

`Then two are cheaper than one?' Alice said in a surprised tone, taking out her purse.

`Only you must eat them both, if you buy two,' said the Sheep.

`Then I'll have one, please,' said Alice, as she put the money down on the counter. For she thought to herself, `They mightn't be at all nice, you know.'

The Sheep took the money, and put it away in a box: then she said `I never put things into people's hands -- that would never do -- you must get it for yourself.' And so saying, she went off to the other end of the shop, and set the egg upright on a shelf.

`I wonder why it wouldn't do?' thought Alice, as she groped her way among the tables and chairs, for the shop was very dark towards the end. `The egg seems to get further away the more I walk towards it. Let me see, is this a chair? Why, it's got branches, I declare! How very odd to find trees growing here! And actually here's a little brook! Well, this is the very queerest shop I ever saw!'

So she went on, wondering more and more at every step, as everything turned into a tree the moment she came up to it, and she quite expected the egg to do the same.

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[SP] Green Glass Eye

The green glass eye first belonged to Oscar Frick, who had it made for him after his wife leapt across the dinner table and gouged out his left eye with a fork. She had just found out Oscar murdered her father for refusing to bless their marriage, which he admitted was a fair reason to lose an eye.

His wife, however, felt the gouging wasn’t quite enough, and so decided to put a curse on the green glass eye without him knowing. She wasn’t really sure how to curse something or if it would work, but she crossed her fingers and wrote it in a notebook and prayed as hard as she could every night that it would--and it did.

From the day that he put the green glass eye in, to his last hours on earth, Oscar Frick had the world’s most absolutely, hilariously foul luck. Every car he drove got smashed, every glass he held shattered, every pet he had drowned, every wife he had left him, and every pregnancy he was involved in miscarried--all but one.

His son, Temple, was the only light in his life, and also the only thing on Earth that could survive his ridiculous misfortune. Temple was dropped, submerged, burned, tossed, car-crashed--mostly when he was a baby-- but somehow he survived it all.

On the day Oscar Frick succumbed to his thousands of bad-luck-inflicted wounds, he beckoned Temple, who was six at the time, to come closer to his deathbed. Then, in one quick motion, he gouged his little son’s eye out with the very same fork.

After calming him down and apologizing profusely, he handed Temple the fork and the glass eye, with instructions to wear it until he was about to die, then to pass it down to his child in the same manner, with the same instructions attached.

Temple slotted the glass eye into his bleeding socket, then gave his father a pained wink with his new eye as he passed away.

From that day on, Temple had worse depth perception and even worse luck than his father--not that his luck had been very good in the first place.

Temple’s luck crashed entire nations and economies. Wherever he went, currencies crumbled, armies invaded, hurricanes and tornadoes descended. He couldn't stay in any one place for too long because after a while, that place would simply no longer exist. He never connected the glass eye and the bad luck, though. He just figured he was a person who bad things happened to.

Temple’s luck was so bad that he never got his own child. The only person close to him, who lived through the thousands of calamities that heaped themselves on Temple Frick, was Temple’s best friend Javi. Javi had gone to school with Temple when they were little. They were both orphans, both lost, and they both learned to protect each other with their lives. Temple was all Javi had, and Javi was all Temple had, and although they were never formally married they might as well have been.

One day, in the smoking rubble of a beautiful, historic city they had just moved into together, Temple crushed and dying under a fallen I-beam, Javi weeping and holding his hand, Temple told him about the glass eye and the fork. Temple wept that he had never had a child, that he was going to die here, squished, the last of the entire Frick bloodline, without fulfilling his dad’s dying wish.

Without thinking, or asking him if the bad luck was connected to the glass eye, or asking anything in return, Javi grabbed the fork and plunged it into his own eye. Tenderly, he reached to Temple, peeled the glass eye from his socket, and inserted it into his own.

Temple kissed him and held his hand, and asked him to please, pass the eye down to his child in the same way when it was time for him to go.

Javi gave Temple a wink with his new eye as he breathed his last.

Javi mourned for five days in the city that Temple’s luck had destroyed, then walked away from the steaming ruins of the city to start a new life. He soon learned that his luck was nothing short of apocalyptically bad.

Giant fissures opened in the ground where he stepped, earthquakes rumbled wherever he went, and small meteors crashed near him night and day. Everyone he knew died quickly, and everyone he loved died slowly enough to torture him. Still he left the glass eye in. It was all he had left of Temple and he saw no connection to the bad luck. He blamed himself for it, as people often do.

Javi moved through South America, then North America-- his luck destroyed every inch of land and civilization upon them completely, leaving nothing but scorched dirt and rock. Soon all Javi wanted was to die, to stop hurting people wherever he went, to be with Temple in whatever afterlife there was. He resolved to walk until he was dead, and to never stop for long enough for his horrible luck to hurt anyone else.

As he approached the North Pole massive blizzards pounded him unceasingly. Every inch of him was caked in frost and his organs began to shut down-- but as he felt death’s fingers wrapping around him he suddenly resisted. He felt he had something unfinished. He remembered Temple’s dying wish.

Through the icy white curtains of the blizzard that roared around him, Javi saw the faintest orange light coloring the snow.

He hurried towards it with the last of his strength and found a small village, sculpted into strange and towering forms by endless layers of petrified ice and snow. Most of the lights were off, everyone tucked away and sleeping, hiding from the massive storm that Javi had brought along with him.

The orange light he had seen shone from one small window. Javi crept up to it, rubbed the ice off of it with his palm, and looked in to see a baby boy in a crib, in a cozy, warmly-lit room. No one watched the baby. Javi’s organs began to shut down for real and with sudden determination.

With the strength and urgency of a dying man with nothing to lose, Javi pried open the window and leapt into the baby’s room.

Instantly, the baby began to wail and there was movement from the room down the hall. Javi knew what he had to do. He raised the fork high, plunged it into the baby’s socket, ripped out the pulverized white jelly, and inserted the green glass eye.

Javi dropped to his knees in exhaustion, cried out to Temple’s ghost that he had done what he asked, and then was promptly ripped to shreds by 12-gauge buckshot, fired out of a mean-looking shotgun by the baby’s father.

The father slowly approached his crying baby and picked him up. He held him in his arms and rocked him for a long long time, singing him the song his wife used to sing the baby before the blizzards took her away. He carried the baby into his bedroom, away from the bloody corpse of the strange man who had leapt through the window.

Father and Baby sat together for a long time, father singing, baby crying with his eyes shut tight. The wind whipped outside the house, seeming to harmonize with both of them at the same time. Father sang another song--this one the one his mother used to sing to him when he was small. It brought tears to his eyes just to sing it.

Slowly, surely, the baby quieted down, then opened his eyes. He looked up to his father. Father saw that one of them, the one that had been gouged out, was a green glass eye. He reached for it, wanting to rid his baby of any trace of the stranger’s attack--but before his fingers brushed the glass the baby’s eyelid closed, then opened again quickly.

Father stared. His baby had just winked at him.

Then the world was struck by the largest bolt of concentrated bad luck that had ever existed and it split in half longitudinally, flinging Father, Baby, Javi, and everyone who had loved and lived on Earth far out into the cold hands of the universe.

There was no time for last words or goodbyes. There were only screams and then the sighs of the dying, forever lost in the silence of space.

Time passed, and the flesh that surrounded the green glass eye melted away in the vacuum, and it floated in the middle of eternity, alone.

Then it had the great misfortune to be hit by a rock, which stuck to it and added to its mass just slightly. Then it had the bad luck to be hit by another, and another, and another, over the span of a few thousand years, until the rocks surrounding the green glass eye had enough mass to begin pulling in all the matter near them.

Slowly its mass grew, and grew, and grew, and that mass had the bad luck to be struck by several meteors, trying to get at the green glass eye, carrying single-celled organisms and little bits of life upon them. The bad luck accumulated, and so did the little ball of rock’s mass, pulled from every corner of space by the green glass eye’s exponentially growing misfortune.

A few billion years later, the green glass eye had the bad luck to be surrounded for thousands of miles in every direction by a planet that looked a lot like Earth--and the ridiculous misfortune to be populated by a bunch of stupid looking bipeds with big heads who spent their lives getting hurt, and making mistakes, and basically never learning anything at all.

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