#I had to check my phone 😪

[nadvs]

Hiii love, how are you?? I usually don't send asks to writers on Tumblr, so you're the first writer I'm sending to, yayyy 🤗 I loved loved loved the ending of the Watch and Learn, I loved the entire series. Rafe's growth throughout this series was amazing, you write him so well. Because of all your series, I continue to be a Rafe girly, I thought Cam Girl was your best series but Watch and Learn took the cake and I can't wait for you to finish Both Sinners 😊

You really are an incredible writer and I'm so happy I found your blog, you're always on my most recent blogs bc I check your page sm 😅 I really almost cried when reading the last chapter because I thought back to how Rafe and reader were in the beginning and how they are now in the end 😪 They're literally couple goals, I'm obsessed. Oh gosh, I've already made this so long but while I was reading the last chapter, I couldn't help but think back to the girl Rafe hooked up with and how he had the audacity to msg reader after. If it's not an issue, can you feed my fantasies and write a small blurb on reader getting revenge on Rafe and making him sooo jealous for doing that, I'm petty like that🤣 If you can't, it's no worries but thank you for continuing to be an incredible writer and such a sweetheart and for reading the excessively long msg 🥲 Much love hun🩷 Byeee👋

HI HONEY i’m good tysm, how are you!! you are so so so sweet 😭 i feel honored to be the first writer you’re sending an ask to 🥹 thank you for reading my work and sending such a kind message!! hehe my fav part of writing the last chapter of watch and learn was def sprinkling references to all the things they’ve been through since they met and the memories they made 🤭 i am so glad that you loved it 💘

i LOVE this prompt and absolutely can feed into the pettiness hehe 😌

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It was bad enough hearing Rafe make a girl moan through your shared wall. It was ten times worse when Rafe texted you “his bad” for the noise.

Followed by an lol. What a douche.

If he’s trying to make you jealous, two can play at that game.

You go to an on-campus bar with friends the following Friday night when you bump into a guy you recognize from one of your lectures. Once you realize he’s hitting on you, his eyes trailing down your cleavage, you feel the exciting twist of arousal deep in your stomach.

You invite him to your dorm. He seems shocked you’re giving him a chance. It makes him even cuter.

Rafe just got home from a night at the frat house when he hears you laughing in the hallway. He figures you’re with a friend or on the phone. Until he hears a male voice under your giggles.

He hears the door shut. Then music. Then… damn it. You’re moaning.

He’d be turned on by the sounds you’re making if it wasn’t for the fact that another man was coaxing them out of you.

You’re on the other side of the wall, body buzzing while he uses his mouth on you. He needs some coaching, but he’s definitely skilled.

You’re exaggerating your moans a little bit, unsure if Rafe can hear. When you hear thudding on the wall, you know he can.

Rafe’s fist is burning as he knocks on the wall, trying to get you to quiet down. He wants to say he’s just annoyed that you’re being loud this late at night, especially after you’re so self-righteous about quiet hours, but he knows jealousy when he feels it.

And this is jealousy.

When you get on top, your moans aren’t as exaggerated anymore. You feel genuine bliss as you ride him, controlling the pace, feeling his hands on your hips.

He’s not a talker at all, so you can’t help but think of the things Rafe says during sex.

Suddenly, the knocking is on your door instead of your wall. You meet your classmate’s eyes and laugh with him, taking a pillow and covering your body with it as you answer the door.

Rafe is standing in the hallway, jaw tight.

“Check your phone,” he says. “I’ve been texting you.”

“I’m… kinda busy,” you laugh.

“Yeah, I can hear,” Rafe mutters. “I think everyone on our floor can.”

“Don’t be jealous,” you tease, hoping he gives it away that he is. When he looks away with a scowl, you’re pretty sure he is.

Rafe can’t take it anymore. He tilts his chin forward, straightening up as much as he can.

“She moans louder when she’s with me!” he half-shouts into your room.

“Rafe,” you scold, nudging his arm. He smirks at you and you shut the door, shaking your head.

After your classmate leaves, you check your phone to see the texts Rafe was talking about.

Rafe: happy for u that ur getting some but chill

Rafe: he cant be THAT good

Rafe: you know i can fuck you better

Rafe: CHILL ur so loud

You laugh at the texts. He definitely can fuck you better. But he doesn’t need to know that.

#ask #wal #blurb #rafe cameron blurb

[ivysenpai3]

Decided to do a Tokyo Revengers gc😂, hope you like it.

Desc: Smiley accidentally spills readers crush so now she's pissed.

Chaotic GC

Mikey: Hey everyone

Ran: Hey Mickey✨😌

Mikey: It's Mikey, not Mickey😐

Ran: I know, just wanna get on your nerves 😌

Draken: You just had to, didn't you, Haitani? 🙄

Ran: Leave me alone 😤

Smiley: Has anyone talked to Y/N-chan since my slip up? 😅

Mikey: You fucked up big time.

Emma: Fr, fucking dumbass 💀

Y/N: Guys!!! 😭

Smiley: Y/N-chan!!! 😭😭

Y/N: Don't you dare, I will end you😐

Mikey: Dayum😂

Draken: She mad, good job bro👍

Y/N: You have no idea what you made me go through 😐😐

Emma: Utter humiliation?

Ran: Total disgrace?

Y/N: Precisely, gold star for you both😗✨

Ran: I'll cherish it forever 😭

Y/N: I even lost my phone 😭

Rindou: How is that his fault? 😐

Y/N: Story time Mfs😗😌

Chifuyu: Oh oh, start with once upon a time.

Y/N: It's quite long so.... Yh.... Once upon time, there lived a blabber mouth, called Nahoya, who couldn't keep his mouth shut and blabbed an unnecessary information about girl named Y/N.

Mikey: We know this part🙄

Y/N: Hush😪. Anyway, to sum it up, I went for a walk, yada yada yada, I met Inupi and Koko having such an adorable date 😭😭✨✨✨

Mikey: Ewww😐

Y/N: Inupi terrified me, but Koko was really nice and took me shopping.

Koko: Ya welcome 😌😌

Y/N: So in the process, my phone went missing. That is the end of my story😪😪😪

Draken: So wtf are u chatting with😐?

Y/N: Turns out it was with Koko, my mum called it, he answered and he dropped it over at my house.

Ran: Hold up, he knows your house now? 😐

Koko: Indeed I do😌✨

Chifuyu: So how much you want, Koko? 👀

Mikey: Aren't you broke? 👀

Chifuyu: No😐

Mikey:But when I asked you to buy me dorayaki, you said you were broke😭😭😭😭

Chifuyu: That was then😐 besides, Y/N is a girl🙂

Smiley: Wanna get a makeover, Mikey? 👀

Mikey: Yes I do, that's gender inequality right there 😭😭😭

Taiju: Do you idiots realize how late it is🙄?

Y/N: Oh shit.....

*Y/N has left the group*

Mikey: She left? 😭😭😭

Rindou: Your fault, Smiley😒

Smiley: I apologized 😭

Emma: No you didn't 😶

Shinichiro: You're all noisy, for fucks sake go to bed😑

Taiju: Yo Shin

Shinichiro: Yo Taiju

Waka: Yo

Mikey: Why are the old people coming now😶?

Waka: Tf😑😑

Emma: Shin-nii, I'm hungry 😭😭

Mikey: I'm hungry too

Izana: Same here😪😪

Shinichiro: The fuck😶? Y'all just ate😶😶

Mikey: We did not 'just' eat....

Izana: Yeah, that was like 30 minutes ago 😐😐

Ran: I'm so glad I don't have any younger siblings 😌😌👍👍😗😗

Rindou: Excuse me😐😐😐

*Rindou is Offline*

Ran: Holy shit, what have I done😐😐😐?

Koko: So there's only 1 Haitani left, right? 😂😂

Draken: Looks that way, Rindou's probably gonna drop Ran on the streets.

Ran: Shut up.

Izana: I'm still hungry😶😶

Waka: Young Kurokawa, we say 'hangry' not 'hungry'👍👍😌😌

Taiju: Fucking dumbass

Waka: Aye, aye, don't insult your elders.

Mikey: Big deal, you turned 22, we won't have peace of mind anymore 😐😐😐

Ran: So.... Um....

Chifuyu: How did it go? 😂

Ran: Whose house can I stay in at under short notice for two day😅😭

Shinichiro: It's a full house

Emma: Tell me about it

Waka: Takeomi and Benkai are already at my place 😪

Draken: Not enough room

Chifuyu: Baji-san and Kazutora are crashing at mine😗

Izana: You already heard it from Shin and Emma so I don't owe you an explanation ✨

Taiju: I would let you stay

Mikey: Plot twist coming 😪

Taiju: But I just wanna see you suffer and sleep on the streets😌

Mikey: Called it✨

Ran: Anyone, please 😭😭😭😭😭😭, I'm too handsome to sleep on the streets 😭😭😭

Mikey: Coughs in Spanish 💀

Ran: Got something to say midget😪

Mikey: No no, anyways, good night Haitani, have fine sleeping with the rats👍✨😌

Ran:

Hope you liked it😗😗🙂🙂, I originally got this gc idea from @mulletmitsuya so go check out their work.

#tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers gc #ran haitani #haitani brothers #tokyo revengers crack

[cjariot]

i’m here for you!

warnings: angst to fluff😁😁

summary: in which reader is stressing over classes starting and riri reassures her (lowercase intended!!) reader is a smudge bit taller than riri:)) requested by: @aaliyg tags: @letitias-fav @nightlife-things @taiiunknown @verachii @garbagesleepschedule @saintwrld @shurislover

y/n’s pov:

riri and i had been dating for a little over 6 months, and school was starting back and it’s starting to stress me out a little bit. i didnt wanna worry riri with my stress because, well, I'm sure she’s stressing too with her classes starting also. i’d been distancing myself from my family, friends and even riri, and i think she's starting to notice. she had asked me to come meet her at the park nearby the campus, to talk. i obviously denied the meet up, because i didnt wanna burden her with my problems

riri’s pov: 

i look back at my phone getting a message from y/n

y/n🧎‍♀️😍‼️

sorry. i wont be able to make it.

something came up😪

maybe next time🫶🏾🫶🏾

riri

oh its ok baby

maybe we can meet up tomorrow?

read at 8:37 pm

she left me on read, she never does that. something’s up, i feel it. i’m back at my dorm, pacing, contemplating whether or not i should go check up on her or not. 

i came to a conclusion after 20 minutes of indecisiveness, deciding on going to her dorm.

i walk to y/n’s dorm, getting there in 5 minutes because her room isnt that far. I knock twice not getting an answer, ‘thats weird’ i thought. she couldnt be asleep, not now. i pull out my copy of her key to unlock her door until i see a dim light from under her door. so i knock again. no answer. “yo! y/n if you're in there open up, please!” i hear faint rustling as if shes trying to clean up really fast, then the door swings open startling me a little.

y/n’s pov:

“riri!! what are you doing here?” i ask as if nothing was wrong. her eyes softened with sadness, as if she already knew whats up. she glances behind me at the piles of paper and books open, then she looks at me and says “whats going on? you left me on read, you never do that. are you okay?” “no, no i’m fine, what are you talking about?” i responded with faux reassurance, i’m sure she noticed “no. you're lying, talk to me.. please” she says, eyes pleading.

i walked up to riri and hugged her as tight as i could and silently sobbed. she hugged back immediately, “oh, baby.. whats wrong?” “i-i dont wanna.. i dont wanna talk about it right… now.” i whisper out into her shoulder, and she just nods, understanding.

time skip

riri’s pov:

“d'you wanna talk about it now?” i murmured into y/n’s hair. she’s sitting on my lap, cradling me. “yeah..” she whispered under me, “i was, um.. feeling a little overwhelmed with, you know, school starting back. i fell back. just a tiny bit though!” she quickly shouts before i could even say anything, she knew i was gonna say something. “hey, why didnt you say anything? you know i have no problem with helping you, baby.” “i just didnt wanna burden you—” “burden?! me!? oh come on now, you’d never burden me mamas. trust, i would never see you as a burden, baby.” “i’m sorr-” “oh no, don’t apologize, youre fine. just promise me if you ever ever need help again, you’ll come talk to me?” “yeah, yeah i’ll come talk you. thank you, i love you.” ‘she said she loves me’ i thought. “you love me?” “yes..? oh! im sorry if i made you uncomfortable, i’ll just leave!!” i quickly grabbed her waist and sat her right back down. “dont leave youre perfect here. i love you too.” i had thee biggest smile on my face. i leant down to kiss her, and she smiled into it. i pull away, “i love you so so so much baby! dont ever believe i dont okay?” “i love you more! i wont even think about it, youre like my soulmate, riri. i’ll marry you one day, believe me.” “youre gonna be my little wifey? awh of course you are.” “little? bro i’m literally taller than you, what you mean little?” she says in a little english accent, “whyre you talking like that, you dumbass.. youre so cute”

#riri williams x reader #riri williams x black!reader #riri williams

[nikaizkool]

dude the fact you’ve done 3 of my request makes u a chad fr 😎😎✊🏻 AJAJA SO I HAVE ANOTHER ONE TEJEJE so i just heard “just a friend to you” by megan something idk 😪 and like when i heard that somg i thought it would be cute if u did quackity and reader have a friendship and they’re both into eachother but reader is like dumb and doesnt see the signs and makes quackity like doubt himself? idk dawg 🤧🤧‼️‼️ LISTEN TO THE SONG AND IT WILL MAKE SENCE 😚😚😚☝🏻☝🏻 and like u can make it fluff or angst 😽😽kk bye bye ily 🫢❤️

Anything for you pook ❤️ ALSO IMFG YES I LIVE THIS PROMPT

Day two of trying to write this

Idk I can’t think I’ve decided to settle on vidcon theme it’s bad but good enough when I’ve restarted 3 times,

Love, nikaizkool.

J HATE THIS SO MUCH OMG EW I HATE IT K SWEAR TO GOD IT MAKES ME GO BRAKSB DEAD WVERYTIME I REREAD HELP

Me and Karl walked into the hotel where me and my friends would be staying. “Where are they?” I ask him looking around.

“Maybe they already checked into their rooms.” He walked to the front desk asking for our keys while I stood on my phone scrolling through TikTok. “Cmon Y/n.” He grabs my arm and we skip up the stairs

“So I’m with Alex and Charlie and wil? And your with Tina niki and Hannah?”

“Yeah they’re gonna paint my nails—you can hang out with us till your tired and if you fall asleep I’ll send Charlie over to come get you” I nod as I look at my hotel door

“This one?” Karl nods and walks into his room, I unlock the door and open it to see three men vlogging “hey guys” I walk into the room and jump at everyone.

“Hello Y/n” wil greets me hugging my back trapping me in a tight hug pulling me down to the ground

“Hey Y/n” Charlie pats my head giving me a smile. Alex just kinda looked at me grinning

“AY MI PUTA ESPOSA” [my fucking wife] he shouts dragging me out of wils arms hugging me tight.

“I missed you too” I smile kissing his forearm blushing lightly. “I’m gonna say hi to the the others” I stood up opened the door and skipped to the other side of the hall knocking the door greeting everyone with a big hug kissing niki on the cheek “I haven’t seen you guys in forever my gosh.”

“Y/n you’ve gotten so big, omg it’s almost like your as old as us” Tina teases winking at me. “I miss being 21 and having my first legal drink” she looks at me grinning.

“Yep love you too” I smile lightly kissing her hand I said bye to all of them and walked back into my room. As I stepped foot in the room Alex hugged me and lifted me up spinning me around. “I was gone for less than 15 minutes?” He grins

“I know, I’m just guiding you back out, wil and Charlie are hungry so we’re gonna get them food.” He turn to wil and gives him a thumbs up.

“Alright— uhm if we go to McDonald’s Donald’s can we blog in the play place? You’ve got a cute face I’m sure we won’t get in trouble if we went in” he smiles nervously and nods. “I wasn’t lying about the cute part”

“Yeah of course” he takes my hand and we start walking to mcdonalds. “Y/n your awesome really”

“You are too Alex your honestly the most bestest friend I’ve ever had” he looks at me with a shocked frown (😦)

“Yeah, your my best friend too” me and Alex are just friends and I don’t know why I can’t except it. It’s so unfair that we can’t date. If I ask him out it may ruin our friendship and then I’ll have no more friends because my friends are his friends and— “mlady” Alex bows and giggles holding the door open for me i thank him and look at my phone

I sigh and walk up to the counter, “two happy meals, one Big Mac with fries and 10 piece chicken nuggets with 4 large cups please”

“Ordering for a family?” I nod

“Sorta.”

“That’s your husband or boyfriend I assume?” I shrug

“I like him but I don’t think he likes me”

“Look he’s staring at you, he’s giving you the look of love.” She does that one spongeboob gesture (imagination) and she laughs

“Right” I grin as she hands me the food “how much?” I take out my wallet and start counting

“25.74$ ma’am” I nod giving her a 20 and a 10 she smiles and looks at Alex “if he don’t want you I do girly”

“Have a good one” she nods and me and Alex leave and start our walk back

“So what did you and the cashier talk about?”

“She was asking if we were married or dating but when I told her we’re best friends she understood” Alex sighs and covers his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Y/n why don’t you get it? I’m inlove with you. I like you. I want to date you. I think your cute and amazing and every time you say dumb shit like “oh yeah we’re best friends” it breaks my fucking heart” he looks at me teary eyed

“Alex—I love you too. I’ve just been worried you didn’t feel the same but you are my everything I love you. every second I spend thinking of you makes my day so much better” I smile reaching for his hand “you are my world Alex I love you more than anything.” He sighs and grabs my hand while we walk side by side. When we make it back to the hotel Wilbur was already asleep and Charlie was no where to be seen.

“I guess we’ll eat this tomorrow then.”

#quackity fanfic #quackity x reader #quackity fluff #quackity x reader smut #dsmp quackity #quackity

[imdoingsortagay]

Can we talk about pervy!eve who gets off on smelling the scent of your arousal, and you finding her sniffing your panties as she fingers herself? Because the image of it won't leave me alone.

SKYLER THIS IS SO BIG BRAIN

Smut below the cut 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

warnings: Pervy!Eve Fletcher, sniffing, use of toys, dirty talk

A day trip to Westview to meet one of your friends for some stuff meant your girlfriend had to find ways to entertain herself. She understood that you wanted to go alone but she still missed you.

Darling love bug : how you doing Eve ?

Eve : miss you 😪

Your girlfriend had the day off from work, all the house chores were mostly done for so there way nothing else that she could do to distract herself.

While your girlfriend was enjoying some alone time and while you were in Westview only about an hour away, you wonder what Eve must be doing while home alone. You knew that you could always check the little camera that you had installed for your cat for when the both of you are gone.

you knew that Eve likes to spend her days on the living room couch just relaxing and it's like she won't be mad at you. So you think it over a bit while you wait for your friend to be done with her appointment. It's a nail one so it's not like she'll be out right away.

Eve had missed you so much, even if you were just an hour away in Westview visiting a good friend of yours. She tries to distract herself but all that comes up on her mind is you.

The way that you smile, your energy, laugh, personality and so on until her mind went to think about you in a more dirty way.

She thinks about how wet you get for her, how you moan when Eve uses her " special strap" and hit all the right places, how you always manage to make her moan loudly.

Without missing a beat, Eve's right hand started to go at one of her tits, groping her breasts and pulling at her nipples the way that you like to do it. Eve quickly removes her shirt from her body, deciding not to wear a bra as she wasn't going to go out.

Once Eve felt like she teased herself enough, she moves her hand lower into her sleep shorts and starts to touch herself, imagining that it's your hand making her feel good. She imagines the way that you get some of her arousal on your fingers and start to suck on them which she does as well.

She imagines you right next to her, touching yourself too and in that moment she does something that she didn't think that she'd be capable of. The older woman quickly ran to your shared bedroom, picking up your underwear from earlier before you left an she makes her way to the living room again to continue to fuck herself.

Once she knows that she's wet enough, Eve inserts one finger into her wet cunt, moaning loudly at the one finger while she sniffs at your panties, no shame in smelling your arousal from earlier.

" fuck i need you," Eve says loudly, unaware of the fact that you were actually seeing all this on camera in that very moment, shocked but also a little turned on at the sight of your horny girlfriend.

For a couple minutes you just watch in awe, seeing as she goes from fucking herself from one finger to two fingers, moaning loudly with no shame.

Darling love bug: Well if i knew you were gonna be fucking yourself like that Eve i would of stayed with you and told Aggie no to taking her to her nail appointment.

While Eve would be embarrassed, she quickly dials her phone and starts the call with a moan, wishing you were here to fuck her hard and rough in moments like these.

" Couldn't wait til i was home naughty girl," you start, wondering if it's worth the risk to touch yourself as well in the parking lot of the small shopping center.

" Need your cock baby," she mumbles," wan your fingers".

" Eve honey be a good girl and add another finger in your needy cunt," you command," want you to get your pussy ready for my cock later you got it?".

" Yess daddy," she moans," fuck i want you here".

" I know honey, but Aggie really wanted to help her out, you remember her sweet girl? When she came over to watch when i used the fuck machine in you?"

" Ohhhhhhahhhhh," the older woman says," daddy please!"

" Is my baby close? or did the image of you and the fuck machine make your needy cunt wet ?"

" can i cum daddy? Please i wanna cum," she says, unsure if she can stop herself from cumming with the three fingers inside herself alone with all the dirty talk.

" go ahead and cum for me baby," you tell her and you wished that you were there to eat her out. You stay on the call for a bit to help her out of her high, praising Eve for being a good girl for you before hanging up and Agatha comes back right after, with a new set of nails too.

" Who were you on a call with?" she asks as you start the car," was is Eve? Why didn't you tell her i said hi?"

" We were discussing some things Aggie," you tell her.

" Sure thing superstar," she says before you drive her back to her house, hoping that the hour drive home goes quickly so you can go and help out your girlfriend.

#asks #our blood is our ink #Liz blurbs #eve fletcher x reader #eve fletcher #eve fletcher smut

[destinyc1020]

I can't believe that last night I actually had a dream that there were update photos posted here on tumblr (that some fan snuck) of Tom all tanned and shirtless on the Caribbean Island lol rofl 😆

I dreamed I was looking at the pics right here on tumblr, and drooling over them, and quickly reblogging them rofl 🤣 😆 He was looking SO good too lol 🥵🥵

I was sooo happy....... until I WOKE UP. 🙄😒

The dream was so VIVID that I actually had to go and check my tumblr on my phone in the middle of the night to see if what I saw on my dashboard was actually really true!! 🥴 😲

Imagine my huge disappointment when I realized that it was all just a dream.... 😪😔

😩

#signs you've been on tumblr for way too long #smh 🤦🏾‍♀️

[justoneday-namjoonii]

It burns, doesn’t it? [Pt.20]

Genre/au: Mafia!au, Mature, Fluff, Angst. Violence. Warning/trigger warning: graphic imagery, gang activity, gun usage, mature subject matter, mild drug usage, murder, suggestive language, lots of language, brief crude/unnerving behavior, mentions of blood, toxic/abusive themes, humiliation, gas-lighting(?), cheating is a subject of debate, brief non-explicit s*x, betrayal, lies. Don’t like don’t read please💗

Members: Bts Feat. Got7, Lisa

→ Pairing: Jungkook x reader x ?

→Summary: The mafia tore your life apart, if it wasn’t for your will to live, it would have killed you long time ago. After pain, the betrayal and lies, you’ve survived somehow—you’re apart of a family now, but there’s no love here.

word count: 10k +

author’s note: I hope you enjoy, it’s been a while 🫶 please see m.list for previous parts💗 will edit later😪

Your world has been flipped upside down and inside out.

You’re not the same person you were two years ago. You’re not where you thought you’d be or with who you thought you’d be with. By now, you would have been on the path to graduate in the fall of this year. That’s not happening anytime soon, maybe never. Not since you’ve joined this madness for your own survival, there’s no other way out.

You’ve been outside in the grass for an hour, walking in the cold, just begging for the sun to beat down on you for a little bit. Today was supposed to be your first hand-to-hand combat lesson from Jimin. Your stomach twisted in anxiety all morning. The last encounter you had with him was less than pleasant.

Oddly, he never showed up. Assuming he forgot, you went outside and to do some conditioning on your own. You did small exercises to loosen up and get your blood pumping. It’s nice to have some time to yourself. You’ve spent so much of your time with Yoongi these days. You’ve spent more time with him then you have with Jungkook. Some days he’d give you lengthy lessons on hierarchy, laws and the systems they use to operate the business. Other days he’d fall asleep from the pain medication and you’d quietly leave the room to go make lunch. No one seems to be home much anymore, it’s usually just you and Yoongi, much to Jungkook’s disdain. He’s out with Namjoon a lot, sometimes for two days at a time you don’t see him.

You creep downstairs after a shower and check the office. He’s not in there so you go to his bedroom but you’re met with a closed door, you knock.

“Come in,”

You walk into the room to see him sitting on the bed, removing the wrap on his abdomen and exposing the bullet wound. Your stomach turns at the sight. You fidget with your fingers and stare at the blood littering the bandage, it takes you back to a bad place.

“What is it?” He lays back, trying to catch his breath. You stand near the door, clenching your hands.

He’s always intimidated you but you can’t say you fear him anymore.

Six months ago, if someone told you you’d be with him almost everyday, you’d say they were crazy. Yet, here you are. He’s assumed this mentor-teacher role that surprisingly fits him. Even after spending all this time with him, you struggle to speak to him sometimes.

“Is there anyway for me to get a phone?” You mumble out your request. “I don’t have one anymore so I need to have some way to communicate with- all of you,”

“Not right now, I’ll make sure you get one when we’re in a stable environment, stay with one of us until then,” You try to hide your disappointment with a small nod. Yoongi steps into his bathroom briefly and when he comes out, you are standing in the same spot. He looks up at you.

“Did you need something else?” That’s the nice version of, ‘why are you still standing there?’

“No but,” You mentally cringe, a bit flustered, “do you need help with changing that?” You point to his side.

"Sure,” He breathes a sigh of relief, if he has to do it one more time he might just scream. He lays back on his pillow and waits.

“I’ll wash my hands first,” You scurry to the bathroom and wash with warm soapy water.

More than anyone, Yoongi has been the most consistent. The same person you hated for getting you into this slowly became the person making it easier to be here. You’ve been through so much with him and because of him—the dynamic is weird. He watches your every move, from the way you discard the old bandage to the clumsy way you unravel new goss.

“Ah,” He winces and you freeze.

“Sorry,” You pause all ministrations, “I’m just trying to make sure it’s clean before-“

“You’re doing fine, I’m just sore,” He offers a bit of praise and you smile, hands feeling less shaky. With a cloth, you clean around the stitching with antiseptic, careful not to press too firmly. You discard the cloth and start wrapping with a clean bandage.

Being so close to the damage makes your stomach queasy. All that you’ve seen and gone through is heavy on your mind. You can’t help but feel partly responsible for this, for Jin’s choices. Yoongi’s chest rises and falls, causing your eyes to drift towards his chest and land on a red ink peaking over his shoulder. Since when did he have a tattoo?

You look to him for approval. “Is that okay?”

He massages his temples with a nod, “Thank you.”

“I’m sorry…”

“Why?”

“Jin shot you…He could have killed you,”

“What he did to me was his choice, it has nothing to do with you. He’s betrayed me before, knowing him comes with the chance of getting stabbed in the back—you didn’t know?” 

“No,” You nod sadly, “yes? I don’t know, maybe I didn’t want to admit it.”

“You never know with him. One minute you can trust him with your life,” He tugs a shirt on and moves to the closet to gather some things, “the next you’re running from him to save your life, that’s who he is.”

“I thought that after my fathers death, we would become close,” You bite your lip, “we’re farther apart now than we’ve ever been,”

“That’s hard to believe, given he acted as if you didn’t exist.”

“He never said anything about a sister, even after our dad was killed?”

“He kept any family he had away from us. Because of that, there was never much Namjoon could do to threaten him—until you. Deep down inside, it almost seemed like he loved you.”

You’ve started to wonder if Yoongi even knew what it meant to love someone. He doesn’t seem like Jungkook or Jimin, happy to have a warm body or a listening ear. Yet, there is something symbiotic about the relationship he has with the group, especially with Jin. He seems to depend on them, even if he doesn’t say it or show it.

“I’m sorry,” He sits beside you on the edge of the bed, “I don’t know if I ever told you that, but I am.”

“Thank you,” Your eyes reluctantly meet his, “you did what you had to do though, I can’t imagine what I would have done in your position,”

He doesn’t respond. The truth is, he wants to survive, he wants what he has to survive, if that means selliing someone to do so, so be it. they’re all like that. If it means sabotaging each other, they’ll do that too.

“Is the relationship with your father as complicated as mine was? I didn’t even know what he did until he died…”

“You could say that, he tried to kill me as a kid so that should give you an idea of what he was like. He called it training but I know he wanted to see if I would survive. He abused my mother and anyone close to him, he was a heartless bastard—I have a ton of reasons to hate him and I did at one point.”

You swallow, the reality of who you’re speaking to sets in. “You don’t anymore?”

“No, not so much anymore. He’s dead,” He sniffs, wiping at his nose, nervous tick, “I killed him.”

Of course he killed him.

“Oh…I’m sorry, I mean I know he was awful to you and your mother but,” You place a hand over his in sympathy, “I’m sure that was painful, I know it was when I lost mine. He died right in front of me, I was sick, hysterical—I never felt pain like that before.”

This is deja vu.

Years ago, he recalls having a conversation very similar to this with your brother. He can’t stop staring at you, his doe eyes linger on you longer than they ever have.

“What?” You look around.

He breaks out of his daze when you bring attention to him staring at you.

“I need to take this call,” He stands up and escorts you out, “we’ll talk later, alright?”

You try to hide your disappointment, “Okay,”

You felt like you were just getting somewhere with him. Gone was his cold leader façade, he looked human.

He looked like you.

It was so late when he got home, he was afraid you’d already gone to sleep. He trudged up the steep stairs and straight to your bedroom. He opened the door softly and dropped his bag in the corner. To his dismay, you weren’t in the bedroom at all.

“Y/n?” He looked around upstairs but you were nowhere to be seen. Then it hit him, you’re probably where you’ve been spending most of your time, Yoongi’s office. He begrudgingly marches down the stairs to go get you, it’s his turn to spend time with you.

Without knocking, he peeks into the office and sure enough, you’re asleep with a pen in your hand and a paper under your face. He stops for a moment to admire how peaceful you look and smiles to himself. 

He could come home to this for the rest of his life.

When you hear the door creek, you sleepily look up and see Jungkook in the doorway. 

“Hey,” You smile, dropping your pen.

“Hey,” He gently smooths a hand through his freshly cut hair, “I’m sorry it’s late, things got backed up and we had to wait.”

“It’s fine,” You visually take in how tired he looks and quickly get up to hug some of his stress away. You hum against his chest.

“I missed you,” He kisses your temple.

When you look up, your heart skips a beat and a cheeky grin forms on your face. “I missed you too,”

“How did your training go?”

“Fine,” He pushes your hair out of your face, eyebrows scrunching.

“Did Jimin teach you?”

“Well…no, I haven’t seen him today, so I just trained myself I guess,”

“Hm,” He squints, touching the abrasion on your skin until you wince, “how’d you get this?”

You shake his hand off and distract him, cupping his face and kissing him. He exhales against your lips and his mouth goes slack. He’s eager but not deliberate at all—he loves to be kissed like he’s about to die.

When you finally separate, he looks at you amused. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

You sigh, hoping he’ll cave in with your persuading, “I don’t know, maybe?”

“I need to shower first,” He thumbs the back of your hand, “do you want to join me?”

“I already showered,” You turn him down, you’re not in the mood to feel the hot water turn cold and for your fingers to start wrinkling up.

“Wait up for me then, so you can finish what you started.”

During his shower, he thinks of what he wants most right now. He wants you, he always does. In his arms and close to his heart, bringing him back to earth. The fragrance of the soap and the warm steam enters your nostrils when the bathroom door opens. In just a few moments, he’s all over you with damp hair and clumsy movements.

“Ah,” he breathes against your ear, “It’s my mom’s birthday today,” He mumbles, eyes half-lidded in ecstasy, a very Jungkook thing to do, “I wanted to call her but-…I couldn’t,”

You hum in acknowledgment, eyes glazing over, body tingling and heart racing when he uses his thumb to coerce you into giving in.

“Ah…there you go—let me know how it feels,” He snickers at your scrunched up facial expression. He suddenly stops his ministrations to knead the soft flesh of your thighs, stretching you a little further than you were prepared for, “I’m a pleaser y’know, I like the guidance,” You look up with pleading eyes, you can’t bring yourself to do it. It’s bad enough that the walls are thin and everyone is home—you are not bringing anymore attention to yourself.

”Talk to me,” he exasperates further, “you’d think I was choking you, don’t hold your breath,” He smirks, hand leaving your thigh to cup your face, “I don’t want you passing out on me.”

”Jungkook,” You gasp for air, “I don’t want anyone to hear,”

You try to hide from his piercing gaze but you have nowhere to turn. Without a word, he leans down to kiss you but you don’t offer much movement back. It could be the overstimulation of it all but you keep spacing out. He’s frustrated. He becomes increasingly heavy-handed, relentless, as if to force your presence to remain attentive to his.

It hurts a little, the scars on your thighs are sore under his fingers. You don’t have the will to tell him to stop. He already handles you like you’re glass, you don’t want him to feel that way right now, you don’t know how you want him to feel or yourself.

He breaks the kiss and continues like he didn’t just sophisticate you, “I ha- haven’t talked to my mother in almost a year, I don’t know if I can hear her voice and not cry,”

“I’m- I’m sure she wants to hear from you,” You whisper, wrapping your arms around his neck for purchase.

“I don’t think so,” He chuckles, “she’s-…It doesn’t matter, I have you, you’re all I need,” His face is like a furnace when he presses his forehead to yours, his necklace tickling your chin, “I love you, I love you,”

When he says things like this, you’re reminded of how vulnerable he can be. For some reason, you feel a tinge of guilt.

A whimper spills from his lips and you feel his whole body go rigid. Then there’s a loud knock on the door. You cringe and Jungkook practically cries out in annoyance, face sinking into the crook of your neck.

“Ignore it, they’ll leave,” he mutters between kisses on your neck, “shh, just focus on me.” he tries to chase the fading feeling as it grows more distant.

There’s another knock on the door, this time louder and harder.

“Put some pants on and come out for the damn meeting!” Taehyung’s deep voice thunders and your stomach drops.

“Fuck off!” Jungkook lets out a sound of frustration, “I’m not going to another damn meeting, it’s the middle of the night,” He yells back and promptly leans back down to kiss you, maybe to reignite what is threatening to flee, but Taehyung interrupts again.

“You don’t have a choice, we’re talking about you,” Tae reminds him, “shit is always about you these days.”

“Kook,” your brows furrow in discomfort when his grip tightens on your thighs and your body shys away from his touch, “that h- hurts,”

“I’ll just pick the lock if you don’t come out, how would you like that?”

That did it.

With a half apology, he jumps out of the bed and rushes to get his clothes. The door opens and slams shut behind him, leaving you abandoned. You can’t make out what he’s saying but you know he’s pissed.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“I knew that would get you out,” Taehyung laughs, taking note of Jungkook’s wet fringe and visibly tensed muscles, he’s visibly winded, “let’s go.”

“I’ve been out all day, I’m not going to another meeting in the middle of the fucking night, why do I need to be there? What is there to talk about? You guys could have talked to me earlier,”

“Namjoon wants to discuss relocating and Junghyun. That prick is your real brother, isn’t he? You should go see about him, it’s your fault we have to deal with him anyway.”

They both look back and see Jimin who has somehow found time to get silver streaks put in his hair. His pretty eyes look glazed over as he scans Jungkook up and down. His eyes roll and he burns with envy—Jungkook goes back into that room with you. Every night.

Despite being upset with you, he still can’t deny your appeal—it’s hard to ignore you.

“He’s publicly calling for your arrest,” Hoseok happens to be on his way downstairs and joins the conversation, “personally, I think you could use some jail time, you’ve caused a lot of problems for us.”

Jungkook tries to open the door to go back to you but Taehyung threatens something worse. He doesn’t get the chance to let you know why he’s gone and the door is left slightly open.

So you lay there, staring at the door and trying to steady your breathing. Anxiety builds in your chest, how can you get to the door like this? You grimace, Jungkook should have made sure the door was closed.

Your heart sinks when you see the footsteps pass the door—then slowly come back.

The door creaks and light enters the dark cozy room, followed by the door shutting.

It’s Jimin.

“Hi,”

You clutch the bedsheets—what does he want?

“I want to talk to you about what I said the other day,” He slowly paces around the dark room, “I said you were conniving, a back stabbing bitch and a fucking liar like your brother…I’m sorry,” He sits on the edge of the bed, a longing expression on his face, “I was just angry,”

You swallow, knuckles white from how hard your gripping the sheets. He’s apologizing but your mind is still stuck on, ‘back stabbing bitch.’

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” He traps you between his arms, one arm on each side of you, “I thought about it and I realized that you- You didn’t do this, he did. He ruined you,” Tears begin to well in his eyes and you look at him wide eyed, “you’re not the same girl I know when you’re with him.”

You try to sit up, but he’s too close, the cover could easily get pulled under his weight.

This is scary—he’s a staring into your soul, tears rolling down his cheeks and dripping off his chin. It’s hard to tell whether this is guilt, an attempt to gain pity, or a mental breakdown—knowing him, it could be all three. “I’m so sorry, Y/n,”

“It- it’s okay…” You look away, too nervous to say anything else.

“Really? You forgive me?” He smiles, tears dissipating just as soon as they appeared.

You put on a convincing face, “Yes...”

“Even if you say that…I’m still being punished,” He leans into you, face just centimeters from your own, “you’re my punishment.”

“Jimin,” You plead, horror in your eyes, “What do you want from me?…”

“I wanted to see you,” He traces a finger from your brow to your ear, “I can have anyone I want, but not you. Why does it have to be you that I can’t have? Jungkook had to fall for you,” He glances down at your pouting lips, “But to know I can’t have you….it makes me want you even more.”

“Jungkook will be upset if he finds out you we’re here,” You whisper, fearing for his safety and yours.

“He doesn’t have to know I was here, he doesn’t have to know anything about us,”

He notices you clutch the sheets really hard, and your thighs squeeze together. “What’s the matter?” He glances at the nightstand and gathers clues to what was happening in here moments ago.

“Oh…that must be frustrating, he just left you like this,” He smirks, “he hasn’t changed, he uses you just like he used Jiyoon,”

“No, he doesn’t,” You frown, trying to push yourself back into the headboard.

“He does, baby,” He coos, condescension in his tone.

“He’s not like that anymore,” You shake your head, tears pricking at your eyes.

He rubs your thigh over the blanket, “I remember having you at arms reach at one point, you have no idea how hard it was to see you every night, laying in that bed all alone…especially those nights you’d ask me to stay with you and you let me hold you. I‘d have to visit a few of my old friends just to get my mind off of you, cold showers don’t work for me.”

You always ignored Jimin’s red flags, it was easy when you were alone. Were you manipulating him or was he manipulating you? It could be both. But Jimin comes with years of experience, he has seen and done more than you ever have. Some might label him as a whore and they wouldn’t be so far off from the truth. A few hours in the red district and he can quickly make a name for himself.

“But even though I’m attracted to you, I don’t view you as an object, you’re a human being with your own life,” He grabs your wrists to pull you up and hug you. Jungkook’s shirt is all you have on and you shudder at the closeness. But you appease him by hugging him back. You hold him tight, as if you were hugging him on one of those terrible nights. He hums over your shoulder, arms so snug around your waist.

“Jimin,” You sniffle, fighting back tears of your own now, “please go…”

“If I told you I loved you, would you tell him?”

Your mouth gapes in surprise.

“I-…I don’t know.”

“I knew it,” He sneers, “you don’t care about me enough to say that you love me.”

“I do care about you,” Your body feels like it’s numb when he finally lets you go. “I don’t mean to hurt you, I’m just- I’m confused…I’m with Jungkook, I suppose I love you too but not in the same way-“

“You made me fall for you, and now you don’t want me…Your so fucking self absorbed, you can’t even see it.“

You fall silent. Nothing you say can change how he feels. You’ve opened a wound, one that he has never been able to heal.

“It’s fine,” He coos, “if this is all I can get from you, I’ll take it, for now.” He tilts your jaw up by your chin and kisses your neck, purposefully leaving a damp spot to make you squirm against him. Then he leaves the room with a lingering gaze on you.

You lean over on your side and fall apart. You start start to cry into the bedsheets and wish this would all end. Why is this happening? You flee the bedroom and head for the only place you know no one will look for you.

*

“I’m leaving late tomorrow night, we decided that I should be the first to relocate,”

Yoongi reminds Hoseok who won’t be joining him to his dismay. The leaders need to distance themselves, being in close quarters for too long is never good.

He shuts the door with an exhale.

“Come out,”

You open the bathroom door and gasp at the sight of the gun. He lowers it as soon as he sees that it’s you.

“I’m sorry! I’ll leave,” You rub the tears from your eyes, only making them look more irritated, “I just-…I knew no one would look for me here.”

“Wait,” He puts his gun away with a sigh, “did something happened? You look like you’ve been crying,” He scans you up and down for injury as you keep your hands on your face to cover your eyes.

“Did someone hurt you?” He questions firmly and you shake your head, “you can tell me.”

“No…” You mumble and he comes down from high alert.

You stand there, tears now rolling down your cheeks. This is not a new sight to Yoongi, panic attacks and breakdowns are concepts he knows well. Whatever or whoever caused this must have made you feel unsafe, that’s the only explanation he can gather.

“Where’s Jungkook?”

“He- he went to a meeting,” You sniffle, “you weren’t with them?”

“No.”

“Oh,”

He looks you over, debating whether he should inquire more. When he looks at you, he wishes he’d think of Geongmin or Rose, but he doesn’t. He can’t seem to figure it out with you. You’re not Jin but he feels that same sense of familiarity as if you were.

What am I thinking?

You start to breathe at a concerning pace.

“You’re gonna pass out if you can’t stop hyperventilating like that,” He stands in front of you to make sure you don’t collapse, “take a deep breath,” He breathes in and out, trying to get you to do the same, “if you aren’t hurt then what happened?”

“I don’t want Jungkook to see me,” You breathe in and exhale shakily.

That doesn’t explain what happened, you know that.

“If the meeting is over I’m sure he’s looking for you.”

“I know, I’ll go, I just need a minute.”

There’s a knock on the door and then you hear Namjoon’s voice.

Yoongi looks at you, then to the door, then back to you.

He waits for him to walk away from the door before whispering to you, “go back to your room, you’ll create more problems for yourself if you come to me like this, you know that.”

“But-“

“Go, we’ll talk tomorrow,” He takes your hand briefly, “I promise.”

He says that for your sake and slips out, door shutting abruptly behind him. It didn’t feel good to hear him say that. You want to be with Jungkook but there’s an unexplained uncertainty that creeps up. You scurry back to the room and catch Namjoon’s eye on the way upstairs. When you retreat back into the bedroom, he’s there waiting.

Jungkook sits in the chair in the corner of the room, no smile detected.

“Where have you been?”

“You left the door open,” You evade the question with a harsh reply, “don’t act concerned about where I’ve been when you left me in here half naked.”

“Shit,” He rubs the back of his neck, instantly feeling regret, “I’m sorry, they were rushing me and Taehyung was going to open the door if I didn’t do something-“

“Anything could have happened.“

His eyes widen. “Did something happen?”

“No, but-“

“Why did you leave the room then? It would have been safer for you to stay in here and close the door. But you left, why?” He stands up and slowly walks you down until your back hits the wall, “if nothing happened then you shouldn’t have a problem telling me.” You glare up at him as he towers above you, so close.

You saw this coming a mile away. The interrogation, the trust fading into the abyss. You turn your head, refusing to answer.

“Y/n,” He backs away, “you’ve been crying,” He cups the side of your face, not knowing that was the second time you’ve heard that tonight. “What’s going on?“

“I just needed some fresh air,” You brush his hand off of your face, “that’s all,”

“Fresh air, you leave the house without saying anything for some goddamn fresh air,”

“I don’t want to be stuck in here all the time, why do you have a problem with that?”

His expression darkens, you don’t know what’s going through his mind—let alone your own.

“We’re in a sketchy town in the middle of nowhere, that’s why.”

“You just want to control me,” You throw a jab.

“Don’t act like you need someone to control you then,” He lowers his gaze, “I protect you, whether you think it’s controlling or not, I don’t care.”

You feel your blood pressure rise.

“I thought you wanted me to join the group and work with you, why are you acting like I can’t do anything without you? I may not know as much as you but I’m not stupid, I know how to look out for myself.”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” He tries to get closer but you press your back further into the wall, “I just worry about you,”

“If things didn’t happen the way they did, I don’t think you would have chosen me,” You blurt that out with no real concern for the ramifications, “you don’t want someone like me.”

“What? Why the fu k would you even say that?” He pauses to process what you said, “I love you, it doesn’t matter if we would have met in this life or another, you’re still the person that I love.”

“But I don’t know what love is, I used to but not anymore,” You mutter, “and I don’t think it’s what we have.”

He looks at you as if you were his worst fear in the flesh.

“What’re you saying? How do you not know what it is but say it’s not what we have?”

Every word out of his mouth feels like a gag being shoved down your throat. You want to explain further but even you don’t know what you’re saying.

“Say something, Y/n. You can’t say something like that and then go silent,”

“I don’t know why I thought I could do this, I’ve been trying but it’s not working, I can’t be a part of this. I hate having to put on an act... I’m trying to be brave and strong but I’m not, I’m not like you.”

“Baby,” He sighs, “is that why you’re upset? You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. This is a lot, being a apart of this group isn’t easy-“

“That’s not it! It’s just the group, I just-…I’m not supposed to be here, I want to go home,”

He remains calm, “You are home, you’re with me.”

“No, my real home, with my family.”

You know your words hit him like a dagger to his heart. But you can’t keep pretending anymore, he deserves your truth.

“Today, I wrote a letter so that I could tell my aunt, everything that’s happened to me, she may never get to read it but I needed to get it off my chest,” You’re a bit embarrassed to admit it, “I don’t know when I’ll see her again but I know she’ll have questions, I don’t know what she’ll think if she finds out about you.“

“We’re in this for life. So was your dad and your brother, she‘ll have to accept it, it’s a big part of who you are now. Why are you all of a sudden worried about what she thinks?”

“I just am, ok?” You bite the inside of your lip,“god, I don’t know who I am anymore,” You rub your eyes to clear away any stray tears, “I’m so lost, I feel lost and confused, and I’m not happy, Jungkook,”

“What does that have to do with how you feel about me? You just suddenly don’t know how you feel about me?” His brows knit together after promptly dismissing your confession. He may as well have just said he doesn’t give a damn about your identity crisis. “If you don’t want to be an active member and train, I’ll talk to them-“

“No, I never said-“ You pause, “Are you even listening to me? I don’t feel like myself, that’s what I’m trying to tell you- Just forget I said anything, I’m sorry I even brought it up.” You storm past him to shut the light off and crawl back into bed.

“Hey,” The bed dips behind you and he lets out a deep sigh, “listen.”

To his surprise, you actually look back at him.

“You have to decide,” He plants a delicate kiss on your forehead. “think about who got you through this shit in the first place, think of where you’d be if it weren’t for me.”

Silence pangs throughout the room, giving you ample time to think about what he just said. He eventually sinks down behind you but doesn’t touch you. You got your answer, and it doesn’t feel very good. There’s no epiphany or moment of clarity, you don’t feel grateful, you don’t feel anything. Nothing.

There are defining moments in the lives of every mafia member. Everyone has a unique story that shaped them. Jimin’s story is not tragic like Jungkook’s or privileged like Namjoon’s, his life is more along the lines of a tale of the bad outweighing the good.

Before finding a permanent home with Namjoon, he had a home on the streets. His story began in grade school. He moved from his parent's home in the countryside to an all-boys school in the city. The same school Namjoon and Taehyung attended. He was 10. For a period in his life, he questioned his parent's love for him. Why send him to a city he knew nothing about with no family within reasonable travel distance? He concluded that they didn’t want him.

The last time he saw his parents was at his high school graduation. He arrived in the art teacher's car, not the most appropriate mode of transportation. No one ever knew why she took such a liking to him. He was sure no one saw the glances that were a little too long for the teacher to be on a student. Or the hugs that were a little too tight for a teacher and student. There were nights he would sneak out of the dorm to explore the city with a few bad friends. Those “friends” would use him. They would make him do things that they couldn’t do without a pretty face like his. He’d crawl back into the dorm, drunk and sometimes bruised. He never said what he did those nights, but it was clear it took a toll on him at the tender age of 16.

Namjoon observed how people responded to Jimin. He did that to everyone, every person has a niche. Even strangers would stop to give him a second glance. Older women especially loved him, something about him made them feel alive. The boy was born to be admired. It was at that moment that he realized how special Jimin was.

“My little brothers, graduating!” Namjoon welcomed them into the limousine with a beaming grin, “and just one more to go, you’ll be joining them soon, Jungkook.” He rubs the youngest shoulder.

“Maybe,” Jungkook shrugs, “graduating isn’t that important to me-“

“You might as well finish,” Hoseok rolls a joint with skill and lights it just as skillfully, “if this mafia gig doesn’t work you need something to fall back on,”

“He’s right, Kook,” The leader pops a bottle of champagne, giving the heavy drink his glass first, “make your mama proud one last time before you sell your soul to the mafia.”

It was one occasion where they all dressed up, ready to meet the dinner reservation, hit the clubs, and probably get wasted. Yoongi didn’t join but he sent gifts in the form of letters, Jin as well. Hoseok didn’t have much to do so he tagged along. At this point, his hair was long, to his shoulders, during his sleazy drug dealer phase.

Rose gave Taehyung a big hug but Geongmin was nowhere to be seen.

“I’m so proud of you guys,” Rose kisses her brother's cheek and gives Jimin a kind smile.

“No kiss for me?” Jimin pouts, leaning over to Rose with puppy dog eyes.

“Just this one time, Jimin,” She humors him with a kiss on the cheek and he giggles, “happy?”

“Very,” He flutters his lashes.

That night, they partied like there was no tomorrow. Namjoon insisted they deserved it and should indulge in a good time. Jimin managed to slip away to the strip club, where he ran into an old friend—an old girlfriend.

“Oh my god,”

Her name was Petal, that’s what she went by on stage. She was 6 years older than him and ruined their relationship fairly quickly, broke his heart and dared him to do anything about it.

“Jimin,” She scurries from the pole and over to him with a panic on her face, “what’re you doing here?”

“You look stunning,” He gives her a charming smile, “did you just start your shift? Your little costume is still on, and there are no bills in your…thong,”

“You need to go, please,” She adjusts her fuzzy pink cowgirl hat, “I can’t talk,”

“Hey, get back on the stage, beautiful!” A drunk 40-something yells from the crowd.

“Where’s your husband? I thought you two bought a house and had a few babies already, what’re you doing out here still selling yourself?”

“He left me, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear, now leave! I’m trying to work,”

She struts back on the stage, wishing she could hide from the piercing gaze that lingered on her.

“Oh,” Jimin shakes his head in disbelief, “so you cheated on him throughout your entire so-called engagement, lying straight to his face, claiming I forced you into fucking me and got me beaten unconscious, just so he could leave you?”

She tries to ignore him and focus on the music, it’s painful enough to be found out, let alone have to continue working.

“Petal,” Jimin leans against the stage corner, she ignores him, “Youjin,” She shudders at her real name, “your boss is watching, we both know you can’t keep a job so don’t mess this up by ignoring a paying customer.” He suddenly pulls out a hundred dollar bill, waving it around like a treat.

She crawls over to the edge of the stage and he tucks the bill into her bra strap. “Good girl,”

That night, he got his revenge. She experienced a fraction of the humiliation she put him through.

Jimin had a rough life. He was often placed as an after thought or a secondary option by the people who used him. His identity had been thrown in a blender his entire life, he was different people for so many different people. His pain and vengeance manifested itself in self-destructive habits that slowly ate away at him. To be on the receiving end of his pain, like Youjin and so many others, was a punishment more damaging to ones mind than ones body. He loved to please at any cost, even at the cost of himself. Was it his fault?

His past weighs heavily on him.

A knock on the door interrupts the first sip of his freshly brewed black coffee.

“Dr. Jeon? It’s Agent Ban, I have a 10 o’clock with you.”

“Come in,”

She opens the office door, revealing her tall figure in a black pant-suit and heels.

“Thank you, I appreciate you taking the time to speak with me this morning,” She takes a seat and pulls out a tablet, “I know you’re very busy with everything that’s going on.”

“Of course,” He smiles, “I assume this is about my brother?”

“Not exactly,” She crosses her legs and pulls out a pen, “I am perusing a separate case that is loosely connected to that one.” ^

”Alright, then how can I help?”

“Your hospital is the most frequented for emergency medical treatment within a 10 mile radius, I wanted to ask if Jeon Jungkook was admitted with anyone.”

”From what I can remember, he had just been in a car accident and I was told he arrived with someone but that person had been checked out before I got to see him. And unfortunately, during the checkout, our systems were down so we have no record of the individual other than the fact that she was a female.”

”I see,” She writes some things down, “that’s all I need to know, thank you.”

“That’s it?” He was expecting more than that but she confirms that she’s gathered what she needs.

“For now, yes, but I’ll be in contact.”

She leaves the hospital and hops back in her car to head to her next location. The police department.

“Can I take a look at all of your current missing persons files? Those who are still missing and those who were found, if you have that available.”

“Sure,” The cop takes her to the file storage and gives her a key, “that drawer has all of the victims who were found over the past year and the bulletin board has the most recent cases that are not yet concluded.”

She takes her time going through the files. There are too many, too many girls not being taken on as priorities. By the time the cops get to them, it’s too late and the damage is done. The more she looks, the farther she feels from her victim. As she sifts through the photos, she has a moment of realization. If the girl is involved with the mafia and they want to keep her identity a secret, there’s no way her relatives would report her as a missing person.

Where could you be?

*

Morning came and the abrupt awakening set your day off in the worst way. The rain is hammering down on the house and Jungkook is waking you with a shake to your shoulder.

“Wake up, we have to go,” He looks you over, “we found a rat last night.”

You look up with squinted eyes, barely gathering what he said. “B- But…I thought,”

“There are eyes on this place so we have to leave. Get dressed,” He hands you some clothes for you go to the bathroom to get freshened up. This is happening all over again. You’re picking up and leaving the place you started to feel comfortable in.

“Wait, Jungkook,” You attempt to grab his hand but he slips away, “I need to talk to you,”

“Be downstairs in 10 minutes,”

The door slams shut and you get dressed with a thought weighing in your mind. If Jungkook doesn’t want to talk, fine. You were supposed to talk to Yoongi, you can’t leave without talking to him.

*

“Jungkook will go with me, Hoseok and Taehyung will go together,” Namjoon relays his plan to his best friend and co-leader, “Jimin should go with you, you need someone with the best combat skills, next to Jungkook of course.”

“And Y/n?” Yoongi brings up a valid question.

“What about her?”

“Where should she go?”

“Wherever Jungkook goes, it’s one a way to keep him under control,” Joon lets out a sigh, “but maybe she should go with you, you are teaching her and Jimin is training her.”

“Yeah, she should,” He agrees, “You tell the kid, I’ll talk to her.”

The kid—Namjoon giggles, he hasn’t heard that in a long time.

No one wants to deal with Jungkook’s possessiveness. That’s why Yoongi and Jungkook never got along. Jungkook was a bit too spoiled by Namjoon. He took Jungkook under his wing and treated him like he could do no wrong. Jungkook knew he had Namjoon wrapped around his finger.

It was his weakness.

*

“Where are we going?”Jungkook asks as he paces idly in the foyer, waiting for you.

“You and I are taking a trip to see a friend of mine in Japan, I think we can discuss moving half of our business over there.”

“How long?”

“Maybe three days? Could be more. We could be there for months, it depends. I like to socialize a bit before getting into the nitty gritty of business, that’s how we keep our clients.”

“Months? Y/n’s gonna give me shit when she finds out-“

“No she won’t,”

“What makes you say that?”

“She’s not coming with us,”

“Why not?” Jungkook frowns.

“Yoongi has really taken her under his wing, isn’t that sweet? He’s taking her with him, it’s best for all of us.”

“How? He doesn’t know her like that-“

“If Jin decides to go after her again, the last place he’ll think to look is anywhere far from you, he’ll think she’s with you but she’ll be with Yoongi.”

“He can find out where she is, if we had a mole then there’s obviously a way he can get that information, it won’t matter.”

“Y/n isn’t coming with us, as a member, she goes where I want her to go or where Yoongi wants her to go, she wants to go with him anyway.”

“How the hell would you know that? Did you talk to her?”

“I saw her leave his room last night, he said they talked, he didn’t say about what but I can put two and two together.”

“She was with him last night?”

“She didn’t tell you?”

“No, there’s a lot of shit she’s not telling me,”

As if things couldn’t get any worse.

*

You hold onto the stairwell, walking slowly in hopes to not be detected. Namjoon is the first to see you, the brief eye contact was awkward. What makes it more awkward is Jungkook staring you down. It’s not the sweet, starry-eyed gaze, it’s cold.

“Is everything ok?” You walk up to Jungkook, trying to draw out a sweet expression, it doesn’t work. He stands up, brows furrowed as if you had just spouted out utter nonsense.

“I don’t know,” He looks you up and down, “you tell me.”

“What?” You look bewildered, “what do you mean?

“Have you been cheating on me? Because your stories aren’t adding up, tell me the truth,”

Your chest tightens and you ball your fist to release your sudden influx of frustration. You feel a bit embarrassed that Namjoon is watching this unfold.

“No- no,” You stutter, “why would you say that?”

He grabs your wrist and drags you into a random bedroom.

“Hey!” Ryan, the bleach-blonde buzz cut guy who came with Hoseok was in the middle of getting dressed. Jungkook spares him no mind. “You’re fucking crazy man,” He scurries out, struggling to put his shirt on in a state of shock.

“J-Jungkook, what’re you doing?” You swallow.

“You don’t make sense,” He confesses starkly, “you don’t make any fucking sense and it’s making me crazy,” He presses his temples.

You saw this coming. You wished you hadn’t.

“I used to be so sure about you, about us. I knew you were the one that I loved no matter what, you could do anything and I would forgive you, that’s how I felt just yesterday. Now, I don’t know if I can take it anymore. You don’t know what you want or who you are and you expect me to do something about it and I can’t!” He laments, “I can protect you and I can love you but I can’t fix all of your problems and that’s how you treat me, it’s not fair.”

“I never asked you to fix my problems,” You reply bitterly, “I wanted your support, you get upset when I confide in other people but when I confide in you, you don’t care,”

“Those other people don’t care about you,” He walks up to stand in front of your face, “other than you being Jin’s sister, they don’t give a shit about you, don’t you get that? Just because people accept you into something, doesn’t mean they care, they just want something from you-“

“That’s not true!” You cut him off angrily, “you don’t want them to care about me, that’s the real issue. I’m more than just your girlfriend,” Your nose burns as tears well up in your eyes, “I don’t want to just be yours, I want to be myself again,”

“You being mine, has kept you safe,” His tone sharpens, “do you know what could have happened to you if I didn’t let you stay with me?” He snorts. “You’d be a whore making money for everyone but yourself, that could have happened to you but I chose you. I fucking chose you and now…”

“Now what?” You dare.

“I’m not so sure I should have,” It pains him to admit it, “I wanted you, I wanted you so fucking bad, it killed me not to have you. Part of me was glad you came with no strings attached, no family no friends, you had nothing,” He confesses, “and I liked that about you, I didn’t want you to be someone apart from me, I wanted you to mean us,”

Jungkook is selfish.

To have you, was to love you. Was it not the same anymore? Now, you’re responding as if he has trapped you here and it feels awful.

“Do you hear yourself? Do you know how terrible that sounds to me? I loved you, all this time I stayed by your side because I thought this was love,” You breathe, “had I known you didn’t even see me as my own person and that you like that I lost my old life, I would have left you a long time ago,” You feel tears stream down your cheeks, but you’re unable to stop them from flowing, “and I’m always crying, every time we talk I end up crying,” You bite the inside of your lip.

“I was never a crier before you, I was happy, I was a good person before you,” You wipe your cheeks, anger and frustration bubbling in your chest, “my identity is gone and it’s your fault!You took it from me, you ruined everything for me!”

The emotion that has been harboring inside of you has finally come out.

“Then leave!” He shoots back. “If I’m such torture to be with then fucking leave,” He says with pain and anger in his tone, he’s hurting.

“Go fuck Jimin, fuck anyone- I don’t care anymore, I’m sure you’ve already done that. You keep lying. You lied to me just last night, you were with Yoongi and chances are you were with Jimin too, why did you lie?”

You swallow.

“If- if I would have told you the truth, you would have blown up like this, we didn’t do anything- Jimin is the one who came to me and I couldn’t stop him-“

“Stop him from what?”

“Does it matter? I can’t stop him from doing anything to me! I can’t- I can’t fight him, when he’s around I can’t do anything,”

“Bullshit,” He grits his teeth, “you made me believe he was the one who initiated all that shit, I’m starting to think that you wanted it…”

“I didn’t,” You press, “I just didn’t know what to do-“

“Stop, just stop,” He cuts you off, “I don’t believe you anymore,”

He’s beyond hurt.

All the times he’s found out that you and Jimin met behind his back, it’s laughable.

The first time he did it, you were relieved.

—

“Yah!” You were pulled back by a pair of arms wrapping around you. “Jung-” You tried to call for Jungkook but you were silenced by a hand clamping over your mouth. Now you were panicking, this can’t be happening now.

“Shh…baby, it’s just me.” He let you go. You quickly turned around to see Jimin with a small smile. He smiled at the cute face he once coaxed out of pain.

“Jimin? You scared me…” You stepped away shyly.

“I’m sorry.” He held onto your hands and tilted his head, smiling warmly.

“W-what’re you doing here?” You knitted your brows in confusion, it’s not like you weren’t happy to see him but why was he here and how did he find you?

"I just wanted to see you.“ He was looking you over and you were wearing a familiar jacket that was far too big to be your own, "Jungkook? You’re here with Jungkook?” You nodded.

“Well, I should go before he gets suspicious.” Your heart sank, you knew that Jimin probably knew where Jin was and you wanted to go with him for that reason. “But-”

“Don’t worry baby,” He pecked your cheek, “I’ll come to see you again.”

—

He kept that promise.

He never stopped coming back and it’s only gotten you into trouble.

“Fine, if you’re not going to trust me then what’s the point of us anymore?”

“Y/n,” He says your name like a curse, “all the time and effort I put in to trying to love you, to make things easier for you—and this is who you really are? I fucking liar, did I make you into this?” His voice lowers, “because if so, I won’t do this to you anymore, if this is it, make it clear, tell me you don’t want me so I can breathe again,”

The blame has to go somewhere—you had to choose.

“I don’t want to-“

“Say my name,” He demands, “at least give me that.”

“J- Jungkook,” You utter his name out painfully, “I don’t want to be with you anymore…Not like this.”

He walks up to you and presses his hand against the wall, right beside your head. Your gazes are locked on, you both know this may be the last time you’re this close. He drags his hand from the side of your head to your cheek.

One last touch.

“That’s it then,” He exhales deeply, voice nearly too low to hear, “I’m sorry, you’re not the same person I fell in love with…I don’t know who you are.”

He walks out of the bedroom, leaving you alone. Just like you wanted. Your heart was broken to begin with, not just Jungkook’s doing, but as soon as you left the safety of your family, your heart began to break.

Jungkook storms out of the house and slams the door in his wake.

You walk out of the room but you are stopped by Namjoon blacking the doorway.

“Hey, sounded like things were getting pretty heated in here,” He tilts his head, “what’s going on? Are you two in a fight-“

“We just broke up,” You frown, “so whatever sick idea you had when you forced us together, it’s over.”

You try to push past him but you’re quickly reminded of his size and strength, he stops you in your tracks.

“Wait,” He holds your wrist in his hand, “seriously?” The look on his face in genuine surprise.

“Yes, now let go,” You pull against him, “I need to talk to Yoongi,”

“Is that why you were in his room last night? You told him you wanted to go with him right?”

“Yes,” You lie straight through your teeth, “will you please let go of me?”

Just as soon as you step away, the worst happens. The worst always happens.

“Hey! There’s a van a thugs outside and they’re armed,” Ryan bursts through the doors, “Hoseok and Taehyung left an hour ago, why’re you guys still here!?”

Before a, ‘what?’ can escape from your lips, a group of men in masks and with guns barge into the house, knocking Ryan clean out. About five gives waiting around to guard Namjoon come out with guns ablaze. There’s no time to process anything because Namjoon is already dragging you behind him and out of the house.

Within seconds he stops at the side of the house and you gasp for air.

“Wait,” You grab his sleeve, still struggling to catch your breath, “I need a gun, give me a gun, please! I can’t do anything like this,”

No more being protected off on the sidelines. You have to fight too.

“Here,” He pulls it from the holster attached to his thigh, “you better know how to use it.”

“Yoongi’s still inside,” Your eyes glaze over in sheet horror, “we have to go back, he could die-“

“No,” Namjoon knows this for a fact, “he’ll get out, compared to what he’s used to, this is a walk in the park,”

The Yoongi he knows has done this a dozen times and survived a dozen times, that’s just what he does. You take his word for it, you don’t have a choice.

With all those people in the house, you’d think they’d make some noise but it’s eerily quiet.

“Why is it so quiet?” You whisper.

“Shh,” He holds a finger to his lips, “they’re looking for someone and it’s not me or you,”

You feel your nose burn with the urge to cry at the thought, “Is- is it Yoongi?”

“Hush, I don’t know,”

“But-…” You fall silent when you feel a hand grab yours. When you look back and see Yoongi, your worries are soothed.

“Switch with me,” Yoongi stalks behind you, you and Namjoon share a sigh of relief, “you’ve used this one before,” he takes your hand and switches the guns.

“We need to make a break for the cars,” Namjoon leads the two of you to the driveway and garage.

“Y/N! Y/N!?”

The three of you pause and quickly realize who’s screaming your name.

“What the hell is he doing? Does he want to get killed,” Yoongi sneers.

“He probably thinks you’re still inside,” Namjoon concludes, “You guys go, I’ll get him.”

The car you assumed he was in is still running but no one is in the drivers seat. The closer you all get, you can see blood on the seats, who’s blood is that? You look to see if there are any body’s but there’s no one, did everyone rush inside?

“Yoongi, do you think they killed someone? All that blood…” You whisper as you follow him and he holds his phone to his ear.

“Our driver is down the road at that abandoned barn,” He puts the phone away, “we have to run, you’re gonna hear a lot of gunshots, but keep running.”

Yoongi took your hand and made a run for it. It’s nearly daybreak, the grass is covered in dew and the sun has yet to supply a decent amount of warmth. Just as he said, you hear the gunshots ring and you feel Yoongi’s hand tighten.

“Maybe we should wait for them? I’m afraid something will happen if we don’t stay and help, I’m scared-“

“No, we’re not waiting, we’re leaving now.”

The driver beckons you both over, hands secure on the wheel. Yoongi, despite his condition, pushes you into the car before himself. He tells the driver to go and he pulls off at an ungodly speed.

The car passes the house and all you see is an unconscious Jungkook being rushed out of the house and into the van.

“No, no, what’s happening,” You press your hands to the window and stare wide-eyed, “he’s not moving.”

#bts angst #bts mafia series #bts mafia fic #bts smut #bts fluff #ibdi #it burns doesn’t it #jungkook angst #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #Jungkook smut #yoongi angst #yoongi x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #got7 fanfic #lisa blackpink #bts imagines

[theatrekidstatus]

Chapter 23

Y/n pov:-2 months- "y/nnnnn" "yes ramos" "is it moving month" "i guess it is" "cool let me finlize things" "alright babe" oh my gosh WERE MOVING TO A MASION its just like two weeks ago we just moved into together now were moving to a masion "ok we should start paking now" "ok let me call people" "ok"

Mi nombre es Alexander Hamilton

                                                         Can yall help us move

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:ofc bbg

Pippy poo😀🥹☺️😃😅😊😄😂😇😁🤣🙂😆🥲🙃:yeah

Mommy nèa(not dirty🙄)😉😗😝🤓😌😙😜😎😍😚🤪🥸🥰😋🤨🤩😘😛🧐🥳:im not busy

Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵‍💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴:after i hit the gym

Weird David 😮‍💨🤢🤕👹😵🤮🤑👺😵‍💫🤧🤠🤡🤐😷😈💩🥴🤒👿👻🤖:yeah lemme ask emmy

ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng 🤝🏾🤛🏾✌🏾🤌🏾👍🏾🤜🏾🫰🏾🤏🏾👎🏾🫷🏾🤟🏾🫳🏾👊🏾🫸🏾🤘🏾🫴🏾✊🏾🤞🏾👌🏾👈🏻:yeah but im taking back the stuff i let you borrow 😋😝💕🖕🏾😘

Oakyyyyy the unfuckable tree👉🏾🤚🏾🫲🏾✍🏾���🏾🖐🏾🫱🏾🙏🏾🖖🏾👇🏾💪🏾🫵🏾☝🏾👋🏾🦾🦶🏾✋🏾🤙🏾🖕🏾🦵🏾:k sis

My mannn💀🎃😼🫶🏾☠️😺😽🤲🏾👽😸🙀👐🏾👾😹😿🙌🏾🤖😻😾👏🏾:thank yall

"Y/n lets pack up your room first" "ok be careful with the posters"

"Ok im going to take down the leaves first" "my room better be so big" "it will be" i carefully take down the leaves" i started take down her lights down but like always i hear a knock at the door" "hey yall" "im so proud yall came as one instead of yall coming at different times and me stopping what im doing" "yeah yeah wheres baby" "esta aqui" "hola como estas" "bien y tú" "bien bien" "y la bebe" "la bebe es normal" "bien bien" "tu nescito ayuda" "si el boxes" "alright" "jazz your Spanish really improved" "check number 1 on duolingo bitch" jazz gives me her phone and i just see. 'Y/ns wife jazzy jones😂🖕🖕🏾😋💔🥫™️♥︎💕😝✨🤧🔼🔛💀★❤️✏︎😘✑📱🔝💬😁🏃😨⬜🫵⏎🙄🔛🔝' what the hell is with girls and em emojis "go help ya wife with her room" "sure bud" "mi esposaaaaaa"

Anthony pov:"ill take down my own room guys help me"

I took the guitars and put them in their cases in a big box. "Oak" "what" "take this to the van" "sure" "cool" then did the same for the albums "daveed can you do the same" "mhm" "thanks bro" "Lin can you take the little stuff I'll break down the bed" "yeah" I start to break down my bed I was bent over and my ass was smacked "WHAT THE HELL" "it was nice firm to" y/n says while licking her lips and winking "is you even finished packing" "my rooms just as packed as them abs" "what are you talking about we finished" jazzy remarked "you a hater and you know you a hater" "sure is and do" (a/n:😝) "jazzy stop and take these to the car" "what ever" jazzy did.we finished packaging surprisingly its not hard to pack up apartment we load the boxes lin took the baby to our new house because we had to drive the u-hual truck to the new house "its so big" she mutters "relateble" "shut the hell up" i side eye her "im sorry im just stressed i guess i dont know"its good" we find her way to her 'im mad at you room' "let me decorate then we can decorate our room"

-25 minutes later-

"Your turn" "alright"

"We have knack for the similarities in life"

"We ate that" "word"

(More pictures next chapter) "we'll finish tomorrow" "how are y'all this close today" oak ask "you no se" "i love y'all see you guys tomorrow" "bye" "let's sleep" "first time together" "yes sir" "thank you ant"

Y/n pov (again): jazzy runs in yelling "MI ESPOSA" and there is not much to say because we just gossiped Hollywood gossip and decorate my room then I went to talk to ant then she made fun of him as always and yeah

Thankz for 541 on the first book😁

#hamilton fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfics #fanfic authors #fanfic writers #fanfiction writer #fanfic writing #fanfic #fanfiction #anthony ramos #21 chump street #hamilton musical #lin manuel miranda

[vivrante]

So get this.... I've been dreaming of my bf texting someone behind my game. His ex. Pr someone . Two dreams I had of that . It was his ex. Which I wouldn't doubt, cause he talked to her behind my back before..and lied and lied about it,.. after all the facts. Anyways , I tried to look at his phone... he wouldn't let me hold it ..... I got it in my hands for a quick 3 seconds. Than he went upstairs and deleted whatever.... than came back and qas like qhat you wanna check ?? ... man... I told his ass he should leave .. than he did. I feel.... good. Like fuck that....fuckkkk that...... been a long ass 4 years... his vibe was soo sneaking.... trying to look at his phone and the reaction I got ,just tells me what I needed to know.

I hope you see this

Fuck I’m so sorry but mostly I’m SO proud of you for ending it right away. You’re strong as hell, it’s the best thing you could do for yourself. It’s going to be so much better being alone than being constantly anxious about the person you’re supposed to be with, definitely been there 😪 Take this time to put yourself back at the center of everything. You deserve the world 🥰 and you can give it to yourself 😘

It’s so crazy how real dreams are fr fr fr!! The mind knows, intuition is to be followed and trusted, You know even if you don’t know. Man sending you so much love in this moment 💕💓💖💘💝💗💞 it’s going to be great for you in the end I swear

[notesonartistry]

Em, is it just me or are you online really late?? Go to sleep, sis (unless you're up for something fun and/or I'm cracked on timezones, in which case disregard 🙃)

You were not cracked, I was up later than usual (but not super late) and I should have gone to sleep about an hour earlier than I did. In my defence, I had put my phone down by the time I received your message and just saw it now 😬 ... when I had to get up for work 😪

Thank you for checking in to send me to bed though, I'm touched that you did ☺️

#i appreciate this #to know that it was late #and later than I'm normally on #🥰

[disdaidal]

Chrissy was so fucking cute! The actress was super charming! Her cute nose, eyes, teeth, personality. Such a waste! I agree with anon that mentioned the anthology aspect. The Duffers are lucky to always cast super charming actors for their characters and are not too bad in setting them up for 1 season! Chrissy could have been an amazing protagonist. Instead they keep introducing new characters to have them stand around or be killed off, don't know what to do with the existing ones... it's a mess. Dang, even Lucas was a main child and now he's reduced to "Max's boyfriend". Why do the Duffers frustrate ne so much! I don't get this way with any other series I watch :/ only with them because I love the world they created and the wasted potential with it :c

You know, earlier today when I was cooking and checking my phone, I came across some news article (in my language) that said something about the Duffers regretting killing off Chrissy, because her actress and Eddie's actor had such a great on-screen chemistry. 🙃 (I was of course hoping for them to regret killing off Billy as well, but nah, that's too optimistic). But I mean-- yeah, why kill her off then? I found her cute and sweet as well, I honestly wouldn't have minded her tagging along a little longer. 😪

And yeah, Lucas was kind of lacking this season too. I mean I loved Max this season, she was probably the best thing about s4. But considering that Lucas won the basketball game and used to be one of the main kids, too... I don't know. I was kind of disappointed in him too. 🤔 I know he was trying to become something else, something of his own and I'm happy for that and all, but. It just... he just felt kind of off this season too. Lucas is more than Max's bf, that's for sure.

#replies #anon #i don't what i'm even saying anymore 😂 but i agree

[appareils-futiles]

This I have to do before Saturday (that I've mostly been putting off because of my depression and lack of attention span):

1. Fundamentals of Communication home work + submit by 5:30pm (it's due by Tuesday but since Monday is a holiday, I'd rather it be received Asap...by ASAP I mean no later than Saturday night cause timed stuff takes priority)

2. 3rd Criminal Justice essay (its due tonight by 11:59pm, despite it being given to me on Monday, I haven't even started it yet, I have to do both essays by 5:50pm cause my 1 class today ends at 930 and I do the 30 while live tweeting svu )

3. 2nd Psychology Essay (due tonight by 7:55pm despite classes atarting at 6:30pm, but this one takes priority today. I refuse to fall behind because of my lack of attention span)

4. Finish the notes/highlight for the 1st video watched for Critical Analysis class. (Not graded not really 100% necessary to do, but I already started so it is what it is)

5. Watch 2nd video for Critical Analysis class, take/highlight notes. (Same as above)

6. "Be Specific" questionnaire that probably isn't going to be checked just like the last 3 things I've done for this critical analysis class 🙄 that I fight with this professor about every single week. Twice a week. It isn't due until the 30th but I'll get done before that because 1, time, 2 work and 3 she likes to change dates. So, it is what it is. Gotta get done regardless.

I really need to learn to do my work as soon as I get it especially now that I finally picked up another client. 😩

It's 850am, I've been up since a little before 7am, laying in bed watching a doc about presidential assassinations

Damn attention span. 😒

Update 1: I completely forgot we had an open book test for psych class and although the professor told us it was all multiple choice it turns out that 21 or 45 questions were written and the rest were multiple choice. As a perfectionist with adhd, I like to spell, indent, properly word my responses do from 6: to 9:30, I couldn't finish. 😪 thankfully she gave us a longer time until Saturday right before midnight.

Update 2: the essay was hard since it's hard for me to read via Kindle pdf since there's no search to look up what I needed so I had to figure something else out and eventually, finished it with the best ending sentence: The last line said:" every day we have new scientists, new specialists, new studies and new discoveries. They all differ yet they have one thing in common, they all seek to know more than meets the eye"

Ofcourse my computer freezes and I had to finish via my phone, in the same time I tried to send it via browser kn my phone I have to restart the computer and then it's slow and it literally was marked late because THEY processed it at exactly 11:59 when it was due. 🙄 shout out to my 3 classmates who helped and encouraged me and didn't leave me until they knew it was uploaded. They are the real MVPs! This Is definitely an A+ paper.

Update 3: but now I have a whole new thing to give in before Saturday since I have a new patient.

1. Criminal Justice essay

2. Fundamentals 6Qs

3. Critical Analysis 6Qs

4. Finish quiz for psych.

5. OFcourse aplia.

Aplia I can do Sunday but the other ones are definitely due before Tuesday.

So I may be off for a while. Hopefully.

#me myself i and yours truly #appareils-futiles #attention span #adhd #college student

[lpfreakification]

Tough day but survived 😪

Woke up at 12:50 PM. Had some leftover pizza from yesterday. I went back to bed until 3 something. I showered as quick as I could + left the house at 3:57. I texted the managers that I was gonna be late.

When I got there, I couldn't hold myself together. The look on my face says most. I was moving slowly + couldn't speak up. At least on the phone, I can still fake it with my voice. I felt like my body was gonna give. Like pulling apart two strong magnets. I tried to pull myself together for one customer. I got a bad call from a customer later. Not even half an hour later,... I broke down. I dont blame the customer's fault at all. It was my inability to hold it together. I went to the bathroom to cry it out. It was a short cry, thankfully.

Afterwards, I returned to the front. They offered me a chance to go home. I didnt want to or else I would felt worse about myself + would end to beating myself up. I said I would do as much as I can to see what happens. That idea in mind (+ 2.5 cups of Mountain Dew) later, I was feeling so much better! Almost euphoric. I was so happy not to feel like crap when I entered. The rest of the shift was slow + calm. Despite not making much tip, I was content with the face of redemption. As much as I wanted to keep drinking Mountain Dew, 2.5 was enough. If I drank another, who knows how I'll sleep 😅

I ended the night half an hour early than my usual time. I felt the effects of the Mountain Dew wearing off as I was getting Chipotle. I felt my body getting heavy again like earlier.

Now that I'm home + had some Chipotle, I'm enjoying myself with cat videos again.

The best part of this hard day was how I went from my depression face to my "That's the Perla we know!" face X)

I kept thanking my managers for the patience they had with me today. I'm glad I didnt go home. Work, being on my feet, + Mountain Dew helped.

I'll call the pharmacy again tomorrow. My parents will also be back in the morning. That will be reassuring for me bcuz theyre bound to check up on me (aka a good wake up call). I'll think about how I'll survive work again (but ill be leaving early this time bcuz I closed last week).

What a day @A@

Yep!

#life

[nelehjr]

My mentor called me and I was still in bed.😅 She asked where she could get my books and I was like "Amazon🥴😪" No! When you're the reason these are in print, and not just badly written glitterature, in a diary, in a box, you don't pay for copies. 😤 #JuneWilsonRead had the house behind my parents, and would summer there. I remember being over there bothering her from when I was 4 years old, to the day she moved out, and I moved in.💘 I thought it was the coolest thing ever I had an author living behind me (check out Frontier Madam!) So I handed her a rough copy of War and Chess at 14 and went "I maked dis.😌" She helped me edit it, and made me think about it like a grown up! I was on the phone to publishing houses at 14!😅 Anyway, I am so grateful for June's influence in my life, and I'm so lucky I get to give her gifts.💘 Here's a photo of her copies on her desk, which I highjacked from the old house before I moved.🥰 #Author #authorsofinstagram #ThatsWYWomen #ThatsWY #JayEm #JayEmProud #GoGoshen #authorsofig #amwriting #GishlanBooks #Gishlan #gishlanandallitsgishlaners #TheToothFairy #Mentor #Love #Appreciation #ExploreWY #Wyoming (at Jay Em, Wyoming) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeGuP12LSwn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#junewilsonread #author #authorsofinstagram #thatswywomen #thatswy #jayem #jayemproud #gogoshen #authorsofig #amwriting #gishlanbooks #gishlan #gishlanandallitsgishlaners #thetoothfairy #mentor #love #appreciation #explorewy #wyoming

[emeraldbabygirl]

Hunted

Genre: horror

Warning/ kinks: blood, graphic death, gropping, slightly suggestive seducing, vampire! (Why are we screaming??) yanghyuk, vampire hunter! (Why do we put exclamation marks for the au’s I’m??) Xen, female! (Ahhh a woman) reader

Length: I really need to either start counting the words or take the length out because I’m starting to find it annoying.

A/N: I have decided to be a bit more detailed in my warnings. When I write I use pet names a lot and write for a female reader so I thought that would be good to put so people know. You don’t have to read it as a female reader if you don’t want to? But I’m gonna add more especially for people who get like iffy about certain stuff that I write about constantly 😪 this way it’s easier? Idk I just thought it would be better so in all my new writings it’ll have that. Not the reactions tho.

Every year on Halloween your friend and you always attended the big Halloween party that was held at the supposed haunted barn at the far end of town. Your friend went out for a smoke but when she didn’t come back after 10 minutes you left to look for her.

Stepping out into the cold October night you closed your leather jacket around you tighter. You had gone as a vampire and your friend a sucubus. You both bought the same black dress that had a huge slit up the side and enough cleavage showing that you could’ve turned into the parties’ personal cows. That was if you were lactating and if any of those people were that crazy. If anything you thought you looked more like the love child of Elvira and Thorn, but it was Halloween and you always dressed a bit risky with your friend. If anything you were both trying to get laid but surprisingly it never worked out.

After walking for about an hour in your 6 inch heels you pulled you phone out and dialed her number. You approached a dimly lit street, a single street lamp on other side of the road, on the corner and a dead end further down. That’s when you heard a faint ringing. You with a confused look on your face and a bit of a strange feeling quickly crossed the street. You stopped at the street lamp still holding the phone to your ear. You gulped thinking the worst. How did she get this far out and why? Maybe she just tossed her phone and ditched? You slowly made your way to the end of the alley. You heard a strange noise that sounded almost like, well, as if someone was slurping noodles? Maybe it was a homeless man and you should turn back. That’s when you saw movement.

A dark figure close to the ground. “Areum?” You called for your friend thinking maybe she was finally getting laid. Her phone was still ringing. She would’ve answered you of all people even during sex. When you got close enough what you saw made your blood run cold. Areum’s lifeless body laying on the hard cement and some kind of monster leaning over her neck? What the hell was going on. You dropped your phone the sound of it hitting the cement woke whatever that thing was from it’s trance. You saw purple eyes glowing and sharp fangs, blood of your best friend dripping down it’s chin. You screamed and ran out of the alley as fast as you could on heels.

You knew damn well vampires didn’t exist some psycho was out here killing people in gruesome and horrifying ways and you needed to find a phone or the cops fast. You came close to the street lamp but seconds later you hit the ground. Tripping in heels while running away from a murderer was definitely not what you had in mind when you went out tonight. You rolled over sitting up vision a bit blurry. Your heart was beating miles a minute but you couldn’t see anything. Whatever that thing was wasn’t following you. You looked down and saw your cut up palms and knees, the heel on one of your shoes broke. Which was probably why you tripped. Your dress was torn a bit at the bottom and you felt something running down your face. When you placed your fingers by your forehead to check it out you saw blood. Dark, thick, how the hell were you gonna get to a hospital this time of night?

You jumped hearing a noise that sounded close to you. The wind? Stupid kids? Stupid teenagers? Anything to make you not feel like you were in danger. Then you got knocked back to the ground. The monster was on top of you. Only what ever this thing was was hot? Why the fuck would a vampire be hot? And why the fuck do you suddenly find that attractive. Yes getting your blood drained by a sexy man was totally your childhood dream. His eyes were no longer glowing but his fangs were out and sharp as knives. He was hot though. He wore a huge black jeweled choker with a red stone in the middle, a black shirt with a really gothic looking ruffled collar, his sleeves with black lace and ruffles as well. Black jeans and some sort of boots. On his pale hands he wore black polish and a big ring with a red jewel matching the one on his neck. He wore a black cape that trailed to the ground. His hair was jet black and his skin was surprisingly not as pale as you thought it would be. Probably a nice chest and you wondered if vampire cock counted as getting laid. What the hell was wrong with you thinking this way you’re about to get murdered.

He licked his lips and leaned down to smell you. You watched terrified as his body was flush against yours. His hands which were large with very long fingers caressed your side going down to your hips. This was definitely some sort of fever dream. No way in hell were you about to get boned by a vampire that just murdered your best friend. Of course why would you dream about your friend getting killed? You swore you heard him growl. His head was now in between your thighs his nails digging at your skin. When he looked up his eyes glowed just like when he first looked at you. Then he raised up. You followed his gaze and saw another shadow approaching. When it came into the light from the street lamp you screamed. Another fucking vampire this was crazy and you were getting the hell out of here. You tried to move but you couldn’t. You felt sluggish and your legs felt fuzzy. Your vision starting to blur more. If you passed out right now you would for sure end up like Areum.

You watched them fight the most deafening sound you’d ever heard happening every time they clawed at each other. Almost like a saw blade cutting through bones? You couldn’t really describe it but it made you cover your ears. You watched as one of them sunk his claws or nails or whatever they were into the other’s chest. You hear a disgusting squelching noise and your eyes widened as it looked like a heart was ripped straight out of their chest. The figure fell to the ground and you heard the clicking of heels. The figure came into the light. It was the vampire from before. In his bloody hand he held the heart of the vampire he just killed right before your eyes. Then he looked at you while he sunk his fangs into the heart. You screamed in horror turning on all fours so you could get yourself up. You made it about 2 feet when he grabbed your ankles and pulled you backwards into the light again. You rolled over your fists throwing punches hopefully to fight him off. He grabbed both your wrists with incredible speed and pinned them hardly above your head.

Of course he had to be sexy and strong. You know what else he had to be? A fucking vampire ready to feast on your meatsack like a turkey at thanksgiving. Why couldn’t he be normal? Why couldn’t you find a sexy strong man who was actually a man and have freaky Halloween sex. This was not what you had in mind. His eyes glowed, a more intense purple this time his fangs out and coming closer to you. You screamed and cried as loud as you could. You tried to kick your legs or free yourself from his tight grip but it was impossible. You felt the tips of his fangs touch the skin on your breast and then he was thrown off of you. You looked around. Another figure. You felt safe this time. You weren’t afraid it was another vampire. You watched the two shadows fight like last time. Coming into the light again a pair of hands with black lace gloves pushed the vampire to the sidewalk. A cross in one hand lowered to the vampires face. He hissed and made the most horrible scream you’d ever heard before he vanished.

You realized you had been holding your breath so you let it out. Trying to understand what the actual fuck was going on this night the figure stepped into the light. For fucks sake this man was dead sexy. Hopefully he wasn’t a vampire, you were done with those. He wore black jeans, a white silk button up with chest clearly out, a black blazer, a wide brimmed black hat, the black lace gloves and a black choker with a piece of metal in the middle that had a padlock attached. His boots were black leathered heels and he had a long black coat. Your eyes roamed his body up and down admiring the silver chain around his small waist and the silver dagger strapped to his thigh. His lips were full and so sexy you wanted to make out with him right there. He knelt next to you snaking his arm around your back holding one hand up to your face.

“All you alright miss?” He asked his voice deep and so so damn attractive. You felt yourself blush before your vision darkened. The last thing you saw was his gorgeous eyes before you passed out.

When you awoke you were in a cabin. As you slowly looked around the room you saw an orange glow and heard the crackling of a fire. The cabin itself wasn’t much of a place to live. A few pieces of furniture, a huge rug in the middle of the floor, red with white trim. As far as windows there was a few the same color scheme as the rug.

When your eyes adjusted a bit more to your surroundings you saw the man from earlier seated next to you on the couch. “You’re awake.” He said without even looking at you. You wanted to question him but you figured now wasn’t the time. He was cleaning the cuts by your legs and that’s when you noticed your dress was gone. You were laying on his couch in your bra and panties. You slowly sat up a dull pain causing you to place your hand on the side of your head. “What happened? Where am I and why am I naked?” You asked. The man looked up at you. There was something about his eyes, a familiar feeling in your stomach that suddenly made you uneasy.

“After Yanghyuk attacked you I brought you to my place. You passed out and I couldn’t just leave you there. I took your dress off to tend to your wounds but I plan and stitching up the tears in it. Unless you don’t want me to.” You watched him clean up every cut on your body not realizing you had so many. When he got to the marks on your breast your breath hitched. He was so close to you, the feeling of his hand felt..strange. You thought maybe he was cold as well but something inside you told you otherwise. When he placed the soaked cotton ball to your breast you groaned out in pain. “I guess his teeth punctured the skin. Don’t think he drank from you though. You should be safe.” His face leaned in close to you his eyes meeting yours. It made you blush. Quickly turning away he packed up what looked like a first aid kit and walked towards the opposite side of the cabin.

“Wait,” You said trying to sit up. The man came back but stood his distance. “Um..well could I get some context?” You asked.

“Like what?” The man left again shuffling with things over by a wooden table on the far side of the cabin. He came back over with a box and a wool blanket over his arm. “Like, who are you and what’s a Yanghyuk.” He unfolded the blanket wrapping it around you and started shuffling the items in the box around.

“My name is Xen I’m a vampire hunter and that creature was a vampire.” You chuckled. Halloween tricks were usually funny but three people trying to kill you and making it seem like vampires existed was far from it. “Yeah right. Listen, I’ve heard the whole vampires don’t exist and vampires do this and don’t do that. It’s all baloney. Besides, why that thing totally wanted to fuck me.” Xen said nothing as he stuck a black thread through the hole of a needle.

“Yanghyuk is a different breed of vampire. Most vampires crave blood. His kind in particular, very rare in fact, crave more than just blood. They are lust craving vampires. Their eyes glow purple as opposed to the stereotypical red. Or gold on some occasions.”

You sat up watching Xen delicately thread the needle through the tear in your dress. “Well if he’s a lust vampire he wouldn’t of killed me.” Still focused on his task at hand a small smile appeared on his face. “His kind seduce females. Once they’ve had enough of toying with their prey they slaughter them.” Your thoughts started spinning. Seeing Areum’s limp body on the concrete, seeing Yanghyuk’s glowing eyes. So Areum was tricked? She was after sex and got much more than that. Tears threatened to fall at all this crazy information.

“I’m sorry about your friend by the way. I couldn’t save her in time.” You wiped your tears alway inching closer to Xen. “Why would Yanghyuk kill after sex?” You asked. Xen stopped what he was doing and turned to you. You swore you saw the color in his eyes change. “Blood tastes better after you cum.” A chill went up your spine as well as an unwelcomed jolt of electricity to your core. “And how do you know that?.”

Xen sighed tying a knot and clipping the thread. He tossed your dress onto your lap and stood up abruptly. “You’re one of them aren’t you, you’re a vampire.” It was quiet. The only noise was the crackling of the fire. The only light in the room illuminating all four corners of the cabin. When Xen turned around this time you knew you saw his eyes change color. A faint purple glow. You froze in your seat.

Xen plopped himself down on the stool across from you. He crossed his arms his eyes slowly fading back to brown. “There’s no point in lying to you. Yes. I am the same species of Yanghyuk. You don’t need to know anything else.”

“Are you gonna kill me?” You asked. Xen scoffed, I’m a vampire hunter. I kill the creatures that have become uncontrollable. I saved you didn’t I? You’re nothing but a silly human.” His words were more of an unexpected way to turn you on then anything else. “Well don’t you crave..um..blood?”

“My kind only craves if they act on it. Yanghyuk did but I never.” You felt heavy. You felt weighed down by all this. You felt confused an unsure of so many things but one feeling was coming through strong and you had no clue why. As if your body was in a trance you took the blanket off and stepped closer to Xen. His expression was blank. You couldn’t read it but you knew what you felt. If his kind seduced woman before they killed..your thoughts trailed off. For some reason you wanted to turn the tables. You wanted him. You wanted a lust filled blood craving vampire hunter who claimed to hunt the horrible creature that he never let himself become. You straddled one of his thighs. Wrapping your hand around his neck.

“How come you never acted on it?” You asked looking into his eyes, your other hand sliding up his chest. His expression never changed. He looked completely uninterested in you. You leaned into his neck placing small kisses on his skin. He felt cold and your body shuddered before slowly rocking your hips against his thigh.

“I can’t destroy Yanghyuk if I become a monster myself. Besides I need you.” You pulled back biting your lower lip. Xen rolled his eyes. “You horny creatures I’ll never understand. I need to use you to destroy Yanghyuk.” You got off of him a confused look on your face.

“What the hell do you mean by that?” You raised your voice. Xen stood up and walked towards the fireplace. You had to admit him pulling the knife out of his thigh belt was incredibly sexy. “If I want to destroy Yanghyuk I need you to act as if you will fuck him. Just enough time to let me attack him while he’s..well busy.”

“You want to use me as bait? Are you fucking serious? Out of your mind much don’t you think?” You said reaching for you dress to put back on. You were ready to get the hell out of there.

“Listen,” Xen stormed towards you knife in hand. You froze as the blade came in contact with your skin. He sighed putting it back in it’s sling. “I know it’s crazy but Yanghyuk is after you now. For some reason he wants you and you are not safe alone anymore. If this plan of mine works out I can destroy him. He’s become obsessed with you and we can use that to our advantage.”

“How do you know?” You asked. Xen shook his head. He grabbed a big wooden box with a handle and then grabbed your wrist. “Enough questions darling. I’m staying at your place tonight. In the morning I will tell you the entire plan. You just have to trust me.”

“Are you just gonna sit there?” Xen had brought you home and was sitting in the windowsill the moonlight illuminating his features. Boy was he stunningly sexy. You laid on the bed on your side not caring where the dress sat on your body. You couldn’t place why but you wanted to attempt to seduce him. You wanted to see him turn. Whether it was for excitement or pleasure you didn’t know. Your dress was a bit bunched up at the bottom the slit higher up on your waist showing off most of your panties. Your entire thigh on display as well as half your breast hanging out. You were hot with this lustful craving. You wanted him and the burning in your core made the need so painfull. Xen turned to you as his hands continued to sharpen the blade of his knife. You didn’t miss the way his eyes glowed purple again. You couldn’t miss it. It was working. Soon he would act on it. Xen moved off the windowsill his heels clicking across the wooden floor of the bedroom as he slowly walked to the other side of the room.

You sat up opening your legs to sit in a different position. You went for the pose that mermaids make but you placed your arms in front of you making sure your breasts were squeezed together. Xen’s eyes fell right where you wanted them. His eyes glowed purple and within second he was over your body his thigh jammed in between your legs pushing against your underwear that covered your core. Holding yourself up by your elbows you looked up at him. The feeling of wanting him to rail you washed over you making your thighs shake. A soft moan escaped your lips.

“Why are you trying to seduce me human? Do you want me to turn? Do you want me to become the killer that Yanghyuk is? Fucking every woman giving them pleasure just to have that pleasure and their lives taken from them? You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” Xen growled his lips inches from yours. You stayed quiet, Xen over your body a little longer his eyes roaming to your breasts. A deep inhale as his nose dug just above your breasts getting a wiff of your scent.

“Don’t test me you have no idea what I’m capable of little darling.” Xen’s eyes faded back to brown and he left the room leaving you with too many feelings and not enough answers.

Oi fuck that gif 🥵 Ok so that’s it for part one haha I actually am gonna write a second part but I don’t know when that will be. I wrote so much during the month of October and I’m honestly overwhelmed with how many links I need to add to my masterlist and the fact that my masterlist is no where near done. Masterlists are such a pain to make and then to mantain it ugh what a nightmare. Anyway that was the fic I couldn’t help myself Xen was so hot in the Halloween dance version of What’s Goin On that I had to write this. He’s so fucking yummy ugh. On the road to failing NNN tho 😔✊

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[klucis]

I have been sitting with this feeling for months, so I’ll just say this. I am so disappointed with how Grey’s writers ruined Amelink.

I remember how that first conference episode felt like a bolt of lightning. The chemistry, the tension, the conflict. I even stopped scrolling on my phone when watching. Amelink came out of the blue and just clicked for me. I was suddenly interested in Grey’s again. Amelink instantly had a timeless quality to them. And don’t even get me started on the blue room scene. And the soundtrack of their scenes in general. 😍

In the fireplace scene Amelia even said smth to the effect of I love you so much I can’t breathe. I loved this idea of ‘I’m scared of my flaws and issues and how as a result I might ruin things, but I trust you and love you enough to try anyway’. Amelink had this great sense of “even though I’ve experienced severe trauma I can heal and I can be happy”. Essentially - no matter what happens, you are not doomed to fall back into old patterns. They had such a wonderful conversation on checking in with each other about marriage. It was a refreshing take on the classic “couple timeline” and opened up so many storyline possibilities (R.I.P.).

…

Then 2 seconds later the writers decided to cancel all of the magic and just move on to basic bullshit. I mean, you just don’t do that. I’m sad 😪

#amelink #amelia shepherd #atticus lincoln #greys anatomy #otp