#ok this turned out to be angst-

[incorrecttom]

They would always wipe your tears after an argument. It was because they would feel guilty - as to they made you shed tears of sadness or anger rather than joy.

It hurts them when you cry and they hate it when they are the reason. They don't want you to cry- They want you to be happy.

But how could that be when they are the reason you are crying? How could they not feel guilty?

And they pamper you with gifts, no not because they simply don't want to apologize. But more so to show they do care, they do not know how to express it.

Their guilt always gets the better of them - thinking that this might be their last time to stay with you. So, they always give you, so you have enough.

Because, who would want to stay with someone who upsets their lover?

And you always comfort them, that it was both of your fault, that it's fine. That things will be fine. But their head always spins on what ifs. What if you leave them like almost everyone?

Oikawa | Atsumu | Bakugou | Lucifer | Diavolo | Malleus | Azul | Riddle | Satan |

[cringelordofchaos]

//• 'unbreakable' bond...

(based on the bad ending of STH 2 8bit / for the SMS/SGG)

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

me: don't think about it

me: Charlie going to the demon over lords like "hey look! heaven attacked and we fought and (mostly) didn't die and a sinner got yeeted up to heaven! Will you please support my (newly rebuilt) hotel now??"

(most) demon over lords looking at charlie like: shit the second most powerful person currently in hell, who was BORN with that power, is trying to fuck up the power that WE clawed our way to the top of (she's ruining it by giving sinners hope) (meaning they won't be so eager to sell themselves off to bigger demons) (meaning bigger demons will have less power) (if she has it her way they'll be fewer sinners at ALL) (which won't work) (bc this is all still Stupid) (BUT) (if the people of hell start thinking they have a chance...) AND she wants us to stick OUR necks on the line in the fight against heaven (who don't traditionally go after her or her family anyway but love hunting US) now she's also got her dad actively backing her up, so we can't just say a flat "no" or try fighting her over it, especially not since she's shown herself to be not so lame after all.... we need a way to get all of hell doubting and mistrusting her, so they don't go to her hotel thing instead of to us... but what can we use against her? what weak spot does she h-

over lords, looking over at charlie's girlfriend vaggie, and her newly returned, never-before mentioned angel wings: ......Hmmm...

charlie: trying to explain that her gf WAS an exorcist yes ok, and sure she DID kill lots of sinners but- No charlie didn't know that when they started dating but they've worked through it and vaggie- look she fought on hell's side during the hotel battle she was right there with charlie up in heaven advocating for sinners getting a second chance-

What? Yeah she, she went back to heaven that one time. No I guess she's not banished exactly, they just tore off her wings and left her to die here after she- NO she does NOT want to go back- yes ok she COULD but she doesn't WANT to, the hotel is her home now and- look she almost died fighting for it-

it wasn't a LIE, she just, she was scared and didn't tell the truth! What do you mean "can't trust your judgment"? I know her and I knew she'd have my back and she DID, the whole POINT of the hotel, which WORKS by the way, is that people can change-

NO SHE ISN'T SPYING ON US FOR HEAVEN! she hates them! no I'm not "just" saying that because "she said so" I can TELL we've been together for THREE YEARS- YES FINE SHE WAS HIDING SOMETHING FROM ME ALL THAT TIME OKAY but look at what she's done and been DOING! Yes, thank you Caramilla- she got her wings back and used them to fight for- she- WHAT?! NO! She's the hotel manager- she's OUR hotel's manager- she can't leave, that's- wh- fire her? It's her HOME! I'm her partner not her boss!! No I'm not listening to this! This is stupid- the whole hotel wouldn't even BE a thing if I hadn't MET her and it wouldn't work without her! I-

vaggie: I'll go vaggie: charlie's being modest. she's got things covered here vaggie: I'll be hell's spy in heaven, if it'll help. IF you all support the hotel.

and the overlords smile and promise-

(of course of course they will, really, it's nothing against her just a little PR issue, a matter of building trust, so naturally she'll report only to them yes? she and charlie will make a little deal not to contact each other otherwise? they're just worried, you see, wouldn't want an angel taking advantage of the princess of hell's confidence again, so glad she understands)

-nice and sharp and already watching eagerly as charlie's newfound backbone crumples while she stares at vaggie, wordless again just like up in heaven, and doesn't react when vaggie takes her hand and gives her a pleading look-

back at the hotel, alone, vaggie is swapping out her hotel vest for the clothes she was in when they met, wrinkled and crammed at the bottom of drawer, while charlie sits on their bed refusing to watch. vaggie doesn't pack for heaven. she walks over with just her spear and holds it out- here. she'll feel better, about being away, if charlie keeps this with her. charlie doesn't take it. charlie doesn't answer. charlie's crying and she latches on tight when vaggie drops the spear to hug her. she should've been able to stop this- she can't keep the hotel running on her- she doesn't WANT to TRY doing this alone-

she won't be. vaggie reminders her, lucifer and the others are all here, charlie isn't alone anymore. she's got the hotel. she's GOT this. and vaggie will come back

but she's tired of being scared and she's not gonna risk both their dream because of it. not again.

so, vaggie goes to heaven, supposedly to help sir pentious settle into his new life up there, with the help of emily to smooth things over and the fact that adam and lute swept her under the rug instead of making her fall an official thing- and considering the circumstances, emily argues, they were in the wrong anyway, especially now a sinner HAS been redeemed

meanwhile charlie stays in hell, at the hotel, without her.

and she's short tempered with worry, impatient with the everyday problems of the hotel- vaggie up in heaven with LUTE the woman who ripped out her eye ripped off her wings tried to kill her- all because charlie couldn't convince the overlords- couldn't convince (wasn't enough to convince?) vaggie to STAY- and,

the other's notice, notice that asking how things are NOW is too raw but asking about the past is easier, lighter, get's charlie lost in memory instead of on of her worry spirals, and there's flashbacks of them getting together- there's vaggie up in heaven quiet and listless as she shadows sir pentious around keeping lute at bay and he looks over at her nervously, he brings up how much he misses cherri, and how he could use a few relationship tips for when she (surely) eventually ends up here too-

charlie and vaggie, both of them apart in the present, neither of them okay, maybe vaggie's snooping up in heaven leads her to lilith and gets her in trouble- maybe charlie makes deals she regrets down in hell trying to keep things going without her- but we see them in the past, together, and them pulling on those memories now, trying to get back to each other again

or something like that.

[crazymecjc]

shuake week day 2 - new game plus

plus, bonus!

[ashtonq247]

I’ve seen lots of future Leo going to the past-present content, and it got me thinkin abt how this ptsd ridden turtle might accidentally mistake or forget that the present bros are not his bros… especially Mikey who he didn’t even get the chance to grieve.

and we all know Leo had no plans to go to the past without him and be the last one left.

[im-kino853]

i had to do it round 5

i love crossovers,,

[still-with-koo]

Just Neighbours | MYG | KSJ

Series: Chapter Three

summary: You move to a new city hoping to leave behind all the fragmented memories of your past. But the universe has other plans for you. Instead of helping you move on from the one person that haunts you still, the universe brings him straight to you. Is it a cruel joke, or is fate taking its final aim?

pairing: yoongi x reader; seokjin x reader; maybe some jimin x reader

wc: 3,971

genre/warnings/rating: 15+; slow burn; angst; fluff; exes to something… maybe friends, maybe lovers; some idiots to lovers; some enemies to friends to lovers; there’s pining, more so in future chapters; some pov switches; mentions of emotional abuse; mentions of infidelity; mentions of stringing someone along; some (poor) attempts at humour; oc gets embarrassed a lot; oc can be a bit insensitive; a few swear words; some self esteem issues come up down the line; kissing; sexual innuendos; suggestive themes; there may be explicit sexual content in future chapters. the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

playlist: she’s in the rain by the rose

a/n: it’s been a long wait. i hope this makes up for it! we see a bit more of seokjin in this one <3

ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4

It is raining preternaturally strong this morning. You slide the glass door open and step onto the balcony to observe the downpour closer still. The sun has barely risen and yet the storm seems to be in full bloom. 

You suddenly wonder if anyone watching below might think you are mad for standing on your balcony in such weather. But the outer ledge extends far enough to keep you from getting drenched to the bone. You only feel light drizzle across your face, which is reason enough to stay out here. 

You lazily place a hand on the railing and glance towards your neighbour. Their balcony blinds shuffle a little. You see the tiniest sliver of a face peeking through them but it leaves much too fast for you to make out.

The blinds are now being drawn and on any other day you would have stayed, delighted with the possibility of finally making their acquaintance. However on this day, you are not in much of a mood to pretend you are something you’re not. 

Slinking indoors, you decide to make yourself some warm tea to console yourself. It has only been a few days but Jimin’s absence is felt so strongly you wonder what would happen if he never speaks to you again. That is why you’ve been feeling so blue lately. There is no other reason that comes to mind to explain the gaping hole in your chest. 

Your kitchen light flicks on and you reach into the cupboard, grabbing the first mug that comes to hand.

And then freeze.

The familiar inscription brings a strange feeling to the pit of your stomach. And a memory you thought you had long forgotten. 

“My whole heart?” You giggle, tracing the inscription across the mug with your fingertip. Slowly looking up at him, you smile, “I never pictured you as the cheesy type, Yoongi.” 

A lopsided grin is his initial response, but then he kicks a nonexistent rock on your carpet, avoiding your gaze while he whispers under his breath, “Well, I couldn’t put ‘sex kitten’, could I?”

You snort, replying, “Because that would be you, silly.” 

At that, he pounces on you, grabbing your hand in his and biting your lip. “Naughty thing,” he growls.

“What? Are you going to prove it now?” You are breathing shallow, mesmerized by the mischief sparkling in his eyes.

Shallower still when he catches your chin between his thumb and index finger. “Oh, I will get to that, but there is so much I want to do to you first.” 

You try to push him away giggling so much you can hardly breathe as he plants kisses all over your face. “Enough, enough! I surrender,” you say finally, hands in the air as he sits back on the couch, surveying you with delight. 

“I love you.”

Those three words hung in the air and at first you didn’t know who said them. But by the look on his face, it becomes painfully clear. 

You did.

It was as if he just saw a ghost. He grew as pale as the wall behind him and to ease whatever strange discomfort arose you try to laugh it off. A couch cushion is thrown in his direction and soon it was as if nothing had happened. 

The sound of knocking on your door rouses you from your daydream. 

It takes a few seconds to register what is happening as you stare at the mug in your hands.

“Coming!” You throw in their direction as you walk over to the trash can, letting the mug hover over the bin. Sighing, you quickly place it back in the cupboard before yelling out, “I’m coming!”

Wiping your hands, you press up against the door. 

Odd. You don’t see anyone through the peephole. 

Slowly opening the door, you check. The coast is clear. 

Closing the door behind you, your back hits the solid wood with a thud. Things like this have been happening a lot lately. This isn’t the first time you’ve heard knocking at your door without any visitors. And just last night, you could have sworn you heard your name being called out.

Shaking your head, you suddenly realize you will be late for work and start getting ready. 

You’re mindlessly inputting inventory when your phone lights up. The sound of the storm outside must have drowned out the ding but there is a new notification. A message, surely.

You know you shouldn’t have your phone on the shop counter (it’s against store policy or whatever) but you can’t help it. You have a pretty good hunch one of these days (any moment now!) Jimin will come to his senses and call you back.

Or at least send a text.

Maybe a noncommittal ‘hey’.

Any acknowledgment would be nice, really. Anything to show he is close to forgiving you for scaring the life out of him during your drunken blackout.

You haven’t even told him that Yoongi brought you home that night… not that he gave you a chance. A ‘You ok?’ ‘Yes’ and he hung up. Just like that. And radio silence ever since.

“Are you trying to telekinetically vaporize your phone or something?” Taeyeon’s voice drifts into your consciousness. You didn’t even notice her enter from the backroom.

You give her a small smile and grab your phone, noting the junk email notification before quickly slipping it into your pocket while she comes around the corner to inspect your work.

“Finished with the inventory check yet?”

“Not yet.”

The storm grows louder and you catch a flash of lightening outside.

You can feel Taeyeon peering over your shoulder, a small click of her tongue punctuating some thought you can almost hear as her brows furrow. She then inhales slowly, her words coming out even slower, as if she’s measuring them carefully. “Are you feeling ok?”

You glance back at her with a puzzled expression, “Yes?” There is a searching look in her eyes. You know that look. Your mother used to give you that look every time you said you were fine when you really weren’t.

“Ok, I’ll take your word for it,” she replies, hands falling to her hips, “but you need to get your act together. This isn’t like you.” You follow her finger to the screen and notice a ‘daffy duck’ where ‘daffodils’ ought to be. Face heating up, you correct the mistake and chirp out a “sorry” as she clicks her tongue again.

“Business has been good lately, but we need to draw in more high end customers.” When your blank expression doesn’t change, she pulls out her phone, pointing to some article in Forbes magazine. “We need those rich heiresses who’ll spend a grand on a few special centrepieces. Or their gold digger husbands.”

You bite your lip. The business side of things has always felt a little bit daunting. But you are determined to do well… if nothing else, simply to prove to yourself you can do it. You nod and she gives you a small smile. Then her face lights up. “Ah, I almost forgot, the company is throwing a…” Taeyeon’s voice fades out as the front door chimes.

With a quick clear of your throat, you glance towards the front door. “Welcome to Stay Gold Marigolds,” you sing out in your best customer service voice. The one that’s a bit too high, an iteration that still needs a bit of work admittedly.

A yellow umbrella folds up and out from behind it appears a rain-soaked but unmistakably luminous face.

He looks up and smiles.

You recognize that face.

“… scary pregnant friend!” You’re now pointing at him with a smile. When you notice your hand, you quickly bring it down.

He nods, grinning back.

“That’s my alias,” he replies, casually glancing at Taeyeon with a polite smile. “But most people just call me Seokjin.” He’s fixing his tie with one hand as the now folded umbrella dangles languidly from his other. Even slightly drenched, he looks immaculate. The universe really has favourites.

Then you realize you just called him “scary pregnant friend”.

Oops.

“Ah, of course,” you reply, grimacing slightly. “Seokjin. Always happy to see a returning customer.”

Something flashes across his face, but you’re too busy fending yourself from Taeyeon’s elbow to notice.

“Um, Seokjin. This is Taeyeon, the store manager.”

She sends him a dazzling smile before straightening her blouse. Seokjin glances at you momentarily before approaching with a rather quick pace, extending his hand out to Taeyeon. Taeyeon’s mouth opens slightly but Seokjin doesn’t seem to notice as his attention immediately fixes back onto you.

“I’m glad you’re working today, Y/N,” he comments, hand leaving Taeyeon’s to rest on the shop counter. “I owe you my life.”

“Your life…?” You can feel Taeyeon’s eyes burning a hole in the side of your head. “For what?”

“For getting me out of trouble. My scary pregnant friend,” he pauses, his unexpected wink earning a knowing smile from you, “loved the flowers. She wants another bouquet for her birthday.” He glances down and adds, “and this tremendous umbrella, thank you for saving me from the downpour.”

“Oh, um, you’re welcome.” Your reply comes out a bit stilted as Taeyeon catches your eye, her smile seemingly plastered on as her eyes dart between yours and Seokjin’s. You respond with a slight tilt of your head as if to ask ‘what is it?’ You’re clearly lost.

Frustrated, she clears her throat. “You know, we have quite a selection of other arrangements. Perhaps you… or your wife… would—“

Seokjin’s eyes widen at Taeyeon’s insinuation. “Oh, I’m not married—“

You watch him scramble to switch the umbrella to his right hand and if it weren’t for the shrill sound of a phone cutting him off you’re sure he would have shown you his empty fourth finger. Confusion spreads across Taeyeon’s face before she realizes it’s her office phone. As she runs off, you smile at Seokjin.

“Ok, so no funeral, then?”

Seokjin laughs, and with a little prompting he starts telling you about his face off with the scary pregnant friend. Before long you’re giggling at his dramatic retelling, amused by how believably he re-enacts the scene for you. He even does her pregnant waddle, and smiles extra big when you laugh so hard a snort escapes. You’re positively red but he finds it endearing.

You laugh freely, he thinks, a trait he doesn’t see as often as he likes.

But then your focus shifts. Not that he notices, though. Not yet at least.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, a soft ding drawing only your attention.

It would be rude to look at your phone now, you think to yourself as you bite your nail, eyes still locked on Seokjin but mind now on your phone.

The possibility that Jimin—

No, he definitely hasn’t texted you back.

But then again, you did send him a special something in the hopes of guilting him into forgiving you.

It wouldn’t have gotten there yet, though… would it?

Wait, Seokjin is still talking.

You clear your throat and smile, trying your best to look interested in whatever Seokjin is saying. But suddenly it’s silent and it looks like he might have asked you a question.

“What do you think?”

He did. He asked you a question.

Shit.

You inhale, considering your options: You could fess up; or take a stab at an answer.

Swallowing your pride, you decide to come clean about zoning out for a few seconds.

But those aren’t the words that fall out.

“Sounds good,” you choke out, clearing your throat again.

Stupid.

Stupid stupid stupid. Why would you say that? What did he even ask?

It must have been a good response because he is positively radiating with happiness. His smile is so big it’s infectious and soon you’re smiling too. But you have no idea why.

“It’s only a few minutes walk from here, actually,” he continues, but the sparkle in his eye slowly fades as yours does.

“Walk…to?” You’re biting your lip now. 

His eyes narrow and you know he’s caught you redhanded. But then he chuckles, responding with a sweetness you didn’t expect.

“Well, I was just… I mean if you have time, maybe you could join me at my coffee shop,” he starts, and you notice the tips of his ears turning red. When the expression on your face starts to shift, he quickly adds, “I need to completely revamp it. I would love if you could drop by to help me choose decorations.”

Taeyeon enters at this last part and excitedly starts pushing you towards the door before you can even reply. “Of course, she would. Go on, Y/N. Help him choose.” And then she whispers, only for your ears, “This is it. Go get ‘em”

Seokjin wasn’t lying about the distance. It really was but 5 minutes from your flower shop. And the rain had let up thankfully. 

However, the small cozy coffee shop you were expecting isn’t at all how he described it. 

It’s not a tiny, out of the way place. It’s a beautiful place attached to an even more beautiful restaurant. 

He opens the glass door and you put one hesitant step in front of the other, taking in the marble tiles and spacious set up, with exquisitely decorated tables and a front desk with a glorious bouquet.

You catch Seokjin waving behind you and when you look ahead, the hostess quickly pulls the bouquet down. You can’t help the quirk of your lip at this gesture. 

His hand at the small of your back gently ushers you towards a table at the glass corner outlooking the park outside. Gesturing to the seat, you sit down and look up at him with orbs for eyes. 

This can’t be his. Maybe he is renting the coffee shop from the owner of the restaurant?

“So, this place needs a remodel. Have a look around and let me know your thoughts. I’m just going to get us a coffee, hmm?” You nod and get up to survey the area. 

A hostess walks towards you with a very broad smile. “You must be Mr. Kim’s girlfriend,” she immediately says as she comes within earshot. “Nice to meet you! I’m Anya.”

You gasp, quickly shaking your head. “No, no, I’m just here to help him with decorating. I work at the flower shop nearby.”

She looks at you closely, finger coming up to her cheek. “I’ve never seen Mr. Kim look at anyone the way he looks at you. He is clearly smitten.”

That is ludicrous, you think to yourself.

But her tone doesn’t give even a hint of sarcasm. She sounds dead serious.

“And if I were you,” she continues, “I would make a move. He is quite the catch.”

You smile politely. “I’m sure he is. A very handsome man with a … coffee shop like this. I’m sure whoever his girlfriend is, she is very lucky.”

Anya laughs. “He owns the whole restaurant chain, coffee shop and all. His mother passed down the ownership last year and he has been doing wonders to make the name even more well known than ever.”

Her eyes sparkle as she continues to tell you more and more about Seokjin, and you notice Seokjin speaking with a waiter over her shoulder. He turns slightly and catches your eye, giving you a sweet smile. 

“So many people come to this location to see him. I mean, look at him. Even I took this job to have the chance of meeting him, thinking maybe he might fall… oh, I sound delusional.” She laughs again. 

There’s no way someone like him is interested in me, you think to yourself. 

“He is so focused on work like it is the only thing that matters in the world. So I was surprised to see him looking at you like—“

Lips pulling into a straight line, you decide you’ve heard enough. “I’m sorry, I really think I should take a look around now. Thank you, though!”

She nods but you don’t wait for another word as you turn away to look at the rest of the place. You run your fingertips across the sparkling glass countertops. He really doesn’t need a remodel. It already looks so perfect. 

“Any ideas, yet?”

Seokjin’s voice startles you. He then extends a mug towards you as he takes a sip of his.

“Ah, I’ll need to mull it over, but I’m thinking we could add some more bold pieces. Most of your decorations and flower pieces are quite understated, but I think you need something louder, something that stands out…”

The more you say, the more his smile grows. He doesn’t say anything though, and just keeps smiling at you. When you finish, you look at him, expecting a response. But his sunny silence remains.

“And you have quite a few windows, Seokjin, but I think you could use some more lighting by this corner here.” You walk over to the edge that is blocked by the counter. 

His smile turns lopsided, and you come up to him with your hands on your hips. “Are you not going to say anything?”

“It’s just that… when you stood in that dark corner, it lit up immediately. I think all I need is you… for this place to brighten up.”

Your jaw drops. “Mr. Kim Seokjin, are you flirting with me?”

“Depends. Did you like it?”

“Seokjin!”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

If you didn’t know better, you would think he was about to kiss you with that look in his eye. Your heart is suddenly beating really hard as you try to avoid Seokjin’s rather intense gaze. 

“Right. Well, the lighting is not our department. Just a friendly suggestion,” you reply, clearing your throat. You can feel his gaze follow you as you walk towards the centre aisle. 

“For the flowers, I think we can arrange some samples for you. Maybe some lovely arrangements of peonies, carnations and crown imperials in vibrant colours? Or even a colourful mixture of rumex, parrot-beak and larkspur…” Your finger comes to your chin as you consider the options. 

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” Seokjin says, hand lightly touching your arm to get your attention. He’s still smiling. “I was wondering if maybe you…” When you look up at him, there is a look in his eyes that has you swallowing hard. “Maybe you…”

“Mr. Kim, your twelve o’clock has arrived.”

The moment breaks and Seokjin excuses himself with the most apologetic look on his face. 

When he returns, you’re done with taking measurements and pictures. 

“I have all I need, Seokjin. So unless there’s anything else, I should get going.”

“Let me walk you.”

“It’s pouring!” You’re holding your hand out, watching the splashes on the palm of your hand. 

Seokjin opens up the umbrella in an instant and steps out onto the sidewalk. “Your umbrella is going to save us again,” he shouts over the storm. He slowly steps back in towards you and holds out his hand. “Join me,” he asks with a twinkle in his eyes. 

You put your hand in his, and suddenly he starts running, pulling you closer to him. You’re both dashing towards your flower shop, gliding out of the way of an older couple with an even bigger umbrella, and you both laugh with childish glee as you look at each other, relishing the angry curses they throw your way. 

You’re nearly out of breath when you reach your shop. He looks at you with a glow.

The umbrella has not saved either of you as drops glisten on his sparkling skin, his dark strands damp. And the left side of his beautiful Italian suit is soaked through.

He looks at you and notices similar twinkling droplets on your flushed cheek, and gently wipes them away, eyes shifting up to meet yours. With a furrowed brow, he moves a few wet strands from your eyes. “Probably should have brought you in the car, huh?”

“What? No way,” you exclaim, finally catching your breath. “This was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.” You look up into his eyes and see a sparkle you recognize as his pretty, full lips pull into an even bigger smile. 

“Really?” 

“Yes. I used to love running in the rain back in my hometown. This brought back so many memories.” You shake your head when an old memory tries to resurface. Not now, you think to yourself. You don’t want to be reminded of an old flame when soothing water stands right before you. 

“Then, can I ask if maybe you would—“

Before Seokjin can finish his question, his attention shifts past you, followed by a quick apology on his lips for being in the doorway for so long. He slowly pulls you aside and you meet a set of brown eyes as they walk past you. 

Yoongi’s eyes shift from yours to Seokjin’s and back to yours again and you see something flicker in them momentarily before he’s walking away from you. 

“Hey, isn’t that Min Yoongi?” Seokjin asks, astounded by the sudden run in. But you’re not really paying attention, a slow nod being your only response. Why was he in your flower shop?

Seokjin is oblivious, of course. When you look at him, he still has his sunny smile as if nothing has happened. 

You give him a slightly dimmer smile in return.

Taeyeon’s head pops out the front door as she starts to call out, but then she notices you and Seokjin. “Hey, you two. Come in, will you? You’ll get…even more drenched than you are.”

Inside, your mind is still on Yoongi when Taeyeon drops another piece of news. 

“We’re going to a charity ball next Friday, Y/N. So let me know if you need a shopping buddy? I need a dress myself.”

“A charity ball next Friday! It’s not the one at the Palisades, is it?” Seokjin asks excitedly.

“It is,” Taeyeon replies, “Are you going, too?”

“I am, but I don’t have a date unfortunately.” At this, he glances at you but you’re still lost in thought. 

Taeyeon picks up on it, though. 

“Y/N doesn’t have a date either! Why don’t you two go together?”

Seokjin turns to you for your answer, but you’re not paying any attention to him.

He watches as you fish out your now ringing phone from your pocket and notices how your face lights up tenfold. From this angle, he can make out a big ‘JIMINIE’ splashed across your phone screen.

If you had been paying any attention to him, you would have noticed his shoulders slump a little and the corner of his mouth falter a degree before he sits back up, smiling pleasantly while you excuse yourself to take the call.

[astranauticus]

Do mechanites cry?

[anon-unofficial]

hey so. um. i was told that lmk didn't have any pain. and. haha. haha. haHa...what the f

[yoonnamjin25]

Ok but I need a post canon, Arthur returns, slow burn, Merthur, kind of fic where we can acompany our beloved king through the different stages of grief he will go through when Merlin tells him he's been dead for over 1500 years so he lost his kingdom, knights, friends and wife. A fic where we can see Merlin introducing Arthur to the 21st century and its technology that he insists is just magic, Mer-lin, I know it, I'm no fool. I know magic when I see it. A fic where we can see Arthur still struggling to fully trust on Merlin again because yes, he forgave him and he doesn't really care about the magic (except he does because Merlin's eyes look so beautiful when they are gold and where did that come from, Arthur Pendragon? Merlin, beautiful? Ha! The clotpole must've been right when he told you you shouldn't drink a third cup of that dark, strong, addictive beverage) but he still can't get over all the years of constant lies and deceiving, and Merlin feels guilty af so he tries to win his trust once again day by day and keep the promise he made to himself that day he finally confessed his magic to Arthur to not lie to him ever again. A fic full of fluffy moments between merthur where we can see them fall for each other harder slowly but surely until one day, after 3 or 4 months since Arthur came back, he finally kisses Merlin. And then they kiss some more. And more. And they are so happy grinning like idiots between kisses because finally they are on the same page. And everything is perfect. And Arthur suddenly loses his shirt somehow and things are getting heated although everything is still so soft and sweet and tentative. And then the doorbell rings. They ignore it at first, Arthur's orders, but the person behind the door is insistent so they have to stop so Merlin can go and see who it is. And when he finally opens the door, his jaw almost hit the floor because the person in front of him is no other than the fucking Queen of Camelot, his first and beloved friend, Guinevere Pendragon, the long ago dead widow of Arthur Pendragon, king of Camelot, whom he's been making out with seconds ago. And then everything goes downhill coz Gwen sees her husband and Arthur is so shocked to see her again and then they are hugging and smiling and kissing and glowing with happiness and then there's Merlin, with tears in his eyes as he sees them reunite again. As he sees Arthur reunited with his true love. And when the king finally takes a moment to process everything that is happening while having Guinevere laughing crying in his arms, his eyes find Merlin, his Merlin, the one he had in his arms minutes ago and everything comes crashing. Reality hits him so hard he can't even breathe for a second. Because he was happy with Merlin and even though he hadn't yet admitted it out loud, he knew, deep in his soul, that he was in love with him, but then Guinevere is back! His beautiful, amazing, sweet and wonderful queen who he loves with all his heart is back from the death and how is that even possible???

Phew! A fic full of drama and angst and hurt/comfort and tough decisions that Arthur will have to make eventually because he loves them both, but he only can have one and that is breaking him apart because he is a righteous man at heart and he knows that as a married man, his choice should be clear as water, but his soul is screaming at him because it wants something else, someone else, and he doesn't know what to do as he knows whatever he decides, one of the two people he loves the most in his life will end up brokenhearted. But life is unfair and cruel to everyone. Even to legendary kings.

So.

Can someone please write it?

For me???

Pretty please???

[iii-days-grace]

@tache-noire

brainwave

now i Really need to know what a Ghost Bath is in this world, because its real and i bet its awesome.

[patrice-bergerons]

Skyfall (2012)

[kazukiquartz]

Fantasy au where izzy is ed’s knight and have a pet dragon

[byanyan]

byan "i thought being a vampire would be sick as fuck but instead it's turned my life upside down, caused me to lose the few safety nets i actually had, and somehow given me less freedom where i thought it'd give me more" byun

[gillionspookstrider]

doodles of jon having a terrible time, experiments w my martin design, cats, and eyes. idk why the 2nd martin’s expression looks so. anime? that was an accident

[start ID: various digital drawings of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood from the Magnus Archives. they are surrounded by quick doodles of green eyes and cats. the cats are black with gray streaks and have one green eye and one yellow eye. the first drawing of the cat has an arrow pointing to it with the text “arcatvist” the top left drawing is Martin with curly brown hair and a white streak. the text next to him reads “hmm idk.” below is a drawing of Jon with short hair and an arrow pointing to him with the words “freshly traumatized.” he’s crying and bleeding from a cut on his neck. top middle is a drawing of Jon with longer hair shaking and crying. below is a drawing of Jon holding a file and looking into the distance, stressed and with heavy eyebags. an arrow is pointing to him with the text “dissociating.” the bottom right drawing is Martin doing finger guns and smiling. he has white hair with a pink streak and a sweater with a landscape design. he’s blushing slightly and there’s sparkles next to him. the text above him reads “messing around idk.” an arrow below points to him with the words “somewhere else.” end ID.]

[booksandpaperss]

Finally writing again after writers block from hell.

Good news is it’s super self indulgent byler. Bad news is self indulgence for me is not tooth rotting fluff. It is soul crushing angst 😌💅