#waiting for someone to reply with lawyer here! lmfao…

[disneydatass]

I’m not an attorney of law but I’m legally allowed to kill during pride month correct?

[purpletaecup]

6 ☾ these echoes of laughter fade into a distant memory

note: fully written chapter again this time, with social media half chapters coming later this week! this chapter is mainly Yoongi and we see a little bit of his side and how he felt in the past and how he feels in the present. not edited, wanted to post this before the concert so we can all cry together!

rlly important note: i suggest you guys listen to nineteen by hayley williams because i basically base this whole story off that song (and some chinese webnovels i read lmfao). It’s one of my favorite songs ever and it hurts a whole lot. I wish i could experience how I felt when I listened to it for the first time again. As always, feel free to vent/rant and tell me your theories about how the story is going to go! let’s cry together :’)

final note: IM SORRYYY FOR THISSSS don’t hate me pleaseee 

word count: 2,523

That night, Yoongi slept in your hospital room. The emotional weight of everything that had happened had kept him nailed to the chair beside your bed. The smell of the air after the rain permeated into the room and reminded him of the day that his lawyer delivered the divorce papers to you, who was alone at home and probably waiting for him. Looking back at it, maybe it was an impulse decision that he made due to the frustration and exhaustion that your marriage caused him. He grew weary and waking up in the morning felt like a chore. You were distant, he was distant and both of you were living lives going in different directions. But you loved each other, and for a while, he thought that could be enough. Evidently, it wasn’t. He doesn’t regret the divorce because in the end, he thought he was doing what was best for the both of you. He knew how tired you were and how you felt being around the people in his life. He felt the same way with the people in yours. Everything about your lives clashed and he thought that divorce was the best solution for both of you to become happy again. He wasn’t getting any younger, but you were still very young and you could still find someone who could love and cherish you better than he could.

He didn’t regret it.

He didn’t.

Or at least that’s what he keeps telling himself. He didn’t regret it. He couldn’t regret it. But remembering how you looked when he came home that night breaks his heart to pieces. Your pale and shivering figure crying by the front door and the way your trembling hands shook him off when he tried to help you up. It was a sight that would remain ingrained in his mind and his heart forever. When you two finally made it inside your house to sit on the couch, he fully expected you to shout and scream and throw a tantrum about the divorce papers. He did not expect the quiet sobs that wracked your figure, or the broken “why are you doing this?” and finally the resignation in your voice when you told him you’d sign it. He remembered, at that moment, that he began crying too. He walked over and sat next to you and took you in his arms like you were his whole world even though he knew he had just ruined yours. With his head buried in your damp hair and neck, he whispered a million apologies. Sorry for breaking your heart. Sorry for wasting your time. Sorry for not knowing how to love you properly. Sorry for not trying.

These apologies meant nothing to you. They were nothing compared to the pain you had endured to be with him, to love him. He didn’t know that. For the last months of your relationship, he didn’t know who you were and that’s what pushed him to get the divorce. You were a shell of the woman you were when you two first met. Your smile didn’t make butterflies appear in his stomach anymore and your laugh didn’t make his heart flutter like it used to. It wasn’t the same anymore. You were both different people, changed people.

In the midst of this change, he was introduced to Yura by Jungkook. A model he worked with a couple times and a really nice woman. Beautiful, even. Almost as beautiful as you, he had thought when he first met her. Jungkook pushed and pushed for him to hang out with them and the rest of the guys and the more he saw Yura, the more he talked to her, the more he began to like her. She reminded him of you when he first met you.

You were 19 and he was 23 and you were modeling at the same set he was supposed to shoot at an hour later. He came early to help the staff prepare for his music video shoot and hopefully talk to the director but he had ended up watching your shoot for most of the time until it was his turn for the set. The people around you liked to say that Yoongi fell in love with you at first sight. He often refuted that it wasn’t at first sight because he wasn’t the type of person to fall in love because of how someone looks. In private, he told you that he fell in love with you at first smile, first laugh. The sight of you laughing genuinely in the middle of hydrangeas and baby’s-breath enchanted him so much that he remained rooted to the floor for the remainder of your shoot.

The laughs and the smiles were Yoongi’s favorite. You were the most beautiful person he’d ever met. You are still the most beautiful he’d ever met, but perhaps it was the exhaustion of life that wore the both of you down. What had started as a beautiful, youthful romance filled with picnics in meadows had ended with divorce papers on a rainy day in September.

These are the thoughts that followed Yoongi to sleep that night.

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[nov. 10, 2020]

The same thoughts haunted him day in and day out ever since he left that next morning at the insistence of Jungkook and Taehyung. He spent 4 days on his own, working and living his life but only on the surface. Conservations with people, including his friends, remained minimal. He couldn’t stop thinking about your broken and bruised body laying in the hospital bed, and he was anxious for the news of you waking up but none had come. He received no calls from the hospital since he left, and Taehyung said that visiting was meaningless unless the doctor told him new information.

Yura told him, verbatim, “I understand that you’re worried about her safety, but the doctors said she would be fine. She’s your ex-wife, I get it, but she’s not your responsibility anymore.”

In a way, she was right. But he couldn’t help but feel sick at the thought of leaving you all alone there. He knew it was hard for Jin to come out because he was incredibly busy with work, and when he wasn’t traveling for his job, he lived too far from both of you to ever accompany you in the way that you needed. In addition to that, he had no idea what happened to you and your mom. The last he heard, which was when you were still married, you were on speaking terms with her and there wasn’t a problem between the two of you. At least not that he knew of. Namjoon was on a book tour and Jimin was constantly booked due to his dance career. In any case, you had no one here. Yoongi was all you had and that was evident in your unchanged emergency contact list.

After Yura had said that, he felt uneasy being around her so he told her that he truthfully couldn’t stand to just move on with his life while you were practically lifeless in the hospital, and if that was a problem with her then maybe they should just take a break from each other. He kept telling himself that he really liked Yura and he wanted what she could give him, but he couldn’t ignore the four years that you two spent building a life together. Especially not now that you were pregnant, a fact that he had kept hidden from Yura.

When he thought about the pregnancy, everything else seemed to melt away. Despite the circumstances, the news of your pregnancy made him happy. Extremely so, albeit a little scared as well. He wondered how long you had known, and if you were happy or scared.Or what if you didn’t know at all? As far as he could tell, you weren’t showing. There was no sign of a bump on your little belly, but the doctor’s words were irrefutable. There was a baby growing in there. A baby that was half you and half him and that thought of that made him smile like he hadn’t in a long, long time.

That night, he dreamt about a little girl with your eyes and your smile and a nose that resembled his. A laughter that reminded him of yours echoed in those dreams.

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[nov. 11, 2020]

Pleasant dreams faded into a pleasant morning as Yoongi woke up much earlier than he was used to and felt better than he had in ages. He spent some time by himself before his phone was bombarded by phone calls and text messages from the group chat with the boys asking him when he was coming for work.

As he saw the sun take its place in the blue skies and white clouds, he decided that the day was too beautiful to waste on a day in the company. 5 days passed since your accident and he thought it was time to go back to the hospital and see how you were doing. Of course he wasn’t expecting any changes to your condition considering he hasn’t gotten any phone calls from the hospital yet, but he thought it might make him feel more at ease to sit next to you.

On his way to the hospital, he stopped by the flower shop you often went to, the one next to the park with the yellow flowers that you liked so much. The woman at the front, whose name was Yerin by the looks of her nametag, recognizes you immediately.

“Mr. Min Yoongi? How can we help you today?” She asks, immediately standing up straight at your intimidating presence.

“Just here to get some flowers.” He replies nonchalantly.

Yerin runs around the counter to stand in front of him.

“Is there anything specific you’re looking for?”

“No, not really—wait a second, that flower right there. Give me a bouquet of those.” He says, pointing to the bunches of purple flowers hiding behind Yerin.

She turns to see what he was pointing to. “Ah, purple lilacs. Okay, I’ll put it together for you really quick!”

He saw her go around the many shelves of flowers to what he assumed was the back inventory of the shop and didn’t see her come out until a couple of minutes later. In her hands was a beautiful bouquet of the purple lilacs with white baby's-breath. His eyes softened at the sight of the white flowers. The sight was familiar to him.

“That would be 25,830 won.” Yerin handed the bouquet to him and smiled.

He handed her 35,000 won, murmured his thanks and left. Once out of the shop, he was hit by the bright sunlight and couldn’t help looking over to the park. Kids were running around while their parents watched them on picnic blankets.

Warm and sunny days like this reminded him of you. Spending your days in the sun, laying on a picnic blanket and eating fruits, was your very existence.

He spends only a few moments admiring the scenery of people enjoying the weather before he makes his way back to his car and to the hospital. When he arrives at your room, nothing has changed except for the fact that your skin has regained a bit of its color and the bruises began the healing process.

Yoongi sets the flowers down on the table beside your bed. He moves the chair from the wall to the side of the bed so he could sit right next to you. His heart almost stops when he sees your face. It seems like the nurses changed the bandage on your head as the bandaging was noticeably lighter, but he could still see a bit of blood seeping through. The bruises on your arms and everywhere alarm him but he knows that you’re okay and you’re healing and that’s enough for him. It’s enough to know that you were alive and going to be fine.

His eyes trail down to your stomach and he lets it linger on them for a long time because he takes your hand in his and takes a deep breath. Two months ago he could have never imagined that this is where he would be right now. Two months ago, both of you had walked away from your marriage and Yoongi honestly thought that you two may never have crossed paths again despite his thoughts going to you more often than it should be. Now, two months later, you were divorced and pregnant with his child. His eyes continue to stare at your stomach, still flat and showing no signs of carrying a second life, and he resists the urge to caress it. You weren’t conscious and even if you were, would you allow your ex-husband to feel your stomach like that? No, probably not.

And that’s when he felt a twitch in his hand, not coming from his own. He looks down to see your fingers moving just barely. His first reaction was shock, then anxiety. He didn’t know what to do and the shock of your movement paralyzed him. It was only when he felt another movement, stronger this time, that he felt the need to press the call button to alarm the doctors and nurses. You were moving, which meant that you might be waking up.

The moments pass quickly and slowly at the same time. The doctors barely made it in time to see you flutter your eyes open and groan with a broken voice. Yoongi looked down at you, still holding your hand. You blinked your eyes multiple times. The light was too bright to take in all at once. He squeezed your hand at the relief he felt in seeing you wake up.

“Yn, how are you feeling baby?” He couldn’t help the pet name that came out of his mouth. You looked so vulnerable and fragile that it came out on instinct.

Yoongi waited for a reply for a little bit but heard none. The doctor came around to stand next to you.

“Miss Yn? Can you see us? Hear us?” he asked.

You nodded slowly, wincing at the pain in and on your head.

“Where m’I?” You attempt to speak out, but it comes out broken and croaky.

Yoongi is glad to hear your voice, to hear you talk for the first time in so long.

“You’re in the hospital right now, you were in a car accident but you’re okay now baby. How are you feeling?” He couldn’t help but ask.

You craned your head towards him, blinking furiously with your eyebrows furrowed. Confusion marred your features. Yoongi was scared that you finally realized he was here, with you, and would kick him out at any chance. He was scared that you were going to kick him out of you life before he could ever see the baby that you had made together, but this fear of his could have never prepared him for the next words to come out of your mouth.

“Who are you?”

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comebacks

pairing: frank adler (chris evans in gifted, 2017) x reader

themes: grumpy boi frank idk just a lil drabble

word count: approx 1300

summary: you work as a bartender at ferg’s, the bar frank goes to without fail every friday night to simply drink in peace and solitude. this time, however, you notice he seems to be a bit more tense than usual, and so you offer a listening ear as you sit and drink with him.

taglist: @world-of-losers​, @viarogers​, @evanstush, @chibi-crazy

note: requested by @thefvcker-tucker // like 49 months ago and here it finally is lmfao 

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Every single Friday night, he was at the same spot at the bar without fail. The handsome, bearded man with the beautiful blue eyes, his only company being the beers he ordered. You could not, for the life of you, wrap your mind around the fact that he could actually be single-- not that you could assume, but if he was in a relationship, you doubted he’d be drinking alone every weekend. He normally had women staring at him, and while he sometimes engaged in casual flirting, you noticed he never really let it get too far. He was not much of a smiler, yet you could tell it wasn’t that he lacked emotion-- in fact, he always seemed so damn thoughtful, and you got the vibe that he had much more depth than he let off.

You looked away, forcing yourself to bring your attention back to wiping the counter. This was the problem with being both a psychology student and a bartender-- you had the habit of psychoanalyzing practically everyone who walked into the bar, and considering all they did was get drunk in front of you, they just made it so damn easy. 

You noticed that he seemed a little more… troubled tonight. His body seemed more tense, his eyebrows more furrowed; still, you decided not to think too much of it until you looked at the clock and realized it was midnight-- he never stayed this late, and now you were even more concerned considering he just ordered a shot from your fellow bartender. Coming over to her, you nudged her lightly. “Hey, I’ve got it-- you’re already working overtime, aren’t you? You can go home, it’s alright.” She blinked and made a face, glancing over at him with a coy smile. “What if I want to stay past my shift tonight? I mean, look at him, he’s gorgeous. Maybe I should make my move…” You looked at her for a few moments before rolling your eyes, chuckling softly. “Get out of here. You know how they feel about paying us for overtime.” She sighed dramatically but nodded, shooting one last flirtatious smile at the lone man before going to the back to clock out. 

You made your way over to him, grabbing the necessary liquids to make the shot he requested. “Didn’t know you were a liquor kind of guy,” you commented nonchalantly as you began your work, eyeing him with a little smile. “I’ve only ever seen you drink beer.” His azure orbs flickered over you rather unfazed, though one eyebrow raised ever-so-slightly as he replied, “Well, my lawyer told me to go get drunk, so here I am.” It sounded blunt, but at the same time, it was not dismissive; being a bartender, you were pretty good at figuring out whether customers wanted to talk or not, and you were getting the sense that he might actually be open to conversation. You had never really attempted in the past; honestly, he had been a little intimidating. He was so handsome, so indifferent, yet so wanted-- you were not even a shy person, but you felt as though even being in his mere presence would be a bother. 

“Your lawyer suggested that? That… doesn’t sound promising.” You replied, both amused and concerned as you set the shot glass in front of him. “But, if you so dutifully want to carry out his wishes, I’ve got something much stronger to help you out.” You were curious as to why he even needed a lawyer, but you figured it was not your place to ask him. Still, even the few words exchanged between the both of you made you even more intrigued by this mysterious man, and you hoped that you would possibly find out more about him as the night went on-- while, of course, making sure he didn’t get too trashed.

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“She just-- she doesn’t fuckin’ understand how to raise a child.” Frank’s words about his mother were harsh as he took another swig of his drink; if you were counting correctly, it was his fourth one.

Chances were though, you were not counting correctly, considering you were sitting right beside him drinking along with him.

It was now almost two in the morning; your boss had let you clock out an hour ago, but instead of going home, you had decided to accompany Frank considering the two of you had been deep in conversation ever since you had made him his drink. You had learned about his custody battle over his niece with his own mother, and your heart broke seeing how tense and on edge he was-- he clearly loved this six-year-old girl, and for someone so seemingly aloof and rough around the edges, you could tell he still made a wonderful father figure to her. You were not the type of person to feel so soft so easily, and he clearly was not either; but that only made you feel for his story even more. 

“Shit.” He suddenly said, letting out a hoarse sigh as he leaned back in his chair, staring at the counter for a few moments before looking to you. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be talking your ear off about all of this stuff. You don’t even know me, you don’t need to be hearing all of this. You probably get a lot of shit like this from other customers,” he chuckled dryly, a slightly bitter expression in his baby blues. You barely frowned, turning in your seat to face him more properly. “Hey. I don’t mind. If anything, I don’t like that you’ve been keeping all of this inside.” You playfully nudged his arm, adding, “And I’d like to say I know you, considering I see you on a weekly basis.” This brought a slight smile to his lips as he glanced to you, looking at you for a few moments with a playful scoff. “Still, are you sure you want to be sitting with an old man like me? What are you, just turned twenty-one or something?” You blinked and laughed, mocking offense as you playfully shook your head indignantly. “Excuse you, for your information, I just turned twenty-three. And what can I say? I like to help the senior community as much as I can.” You teased with a small smirk; now it was his turn to look at you with lighthearted offense, almost in disbelief that you had had the nerve to say that to him. “What’s wrong, grandpa?” you continued with a challenging tone to your voice, a little giggle escaping your lips as you took a swig of your drink. “Can’t think of comebacks as fast as ya used to, huh?”

Before you knew it, his lips were suddenly on yours in a rough but very much welcomed kiss; if this was how he wanted to shut you up, you had absolutely no complaints. Barely smiling into the kiss, you set your glass down and brought your arms around his neck, opening your mouth for him as the kiss deepened and letting him slide his tongue inside, not caring about any of the other drunk patrons who could be watching. For an “old man”, he was an impressive kisser, and when you finally pulled back for air from your steamy make out session, you could only look at him breathlessly as a little smirk graced his lips. “I’d say that worked pretty effectively as a comeback, seeing it got you to shut the hell up.” He spoke playfully blunt, though his eyes were still fixated on you, clearly already wanting his lips back on yours again. “Touche,” you murmured, smiling up at him and barely biting on your lip before bringing your drink to your mouth again, taking another sip. “Maybe you can show me more of your comebacks…?” you slowly asked, gazing at him with the best innocent expression you could muster, though he could clearly see right through it.

Taking out his wallet and slamming some cash on the counter, he took your hand to stand you up. “Wait, I didn’t finish my--” you started to protest, but he simply smirked, leading you out of the bar anyways as he replied, “Then looks like I’ll just have to buy you another one tomorrow.”