#also AVERY AAH

[swiftsdelucaa]

❛ 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏 ❜

Requested? Yes, by @annie-bby 💕

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Jackson Avery x reader ♡

𝘼/𝙣: Here's, I hope you'll like this too :)

(Aah baby Jackson is so cuteee 🥺)

You and Jackson had known each other pretty much forever, but neither of you ever imagined you'd make it this far. He was your best friend for years, the only person you could trust and who made you feel good. Apparently you were the only ones who didn't realize you were in love with each other, because everyone was just waiting for you to get together.

He literally surprised you when he asked you to marry him. You found him in front of the hospital parking when you left, he wanted to come back with you. You got into his car and started talking about everything that had happened to you that day, it seemed like you were going to go on and on, but then he said your name, making you stop and getting your attention. He just looked you in the eye while you waited for him to speak. Then he said those words. "Marry me" and he completely paralyzed you. But you didn't hesitate to answer, you loved him so much, it was everything you wanted. "Oh my God yes yee yess!!!" you managed to climb over the part that separated your seats to lean on him and kiss him. You just made him the happiest person alive.

It took you a while to decide what kind of ceremony to organize, but in the end you didn't do anything too exaggerated, the bare minimum that was enough to remember this beautiful day

When you work it seems impossible not being able to be with him, not being able to see him or feel his presence, but by now everyone had become accustomed to your method, very simple and one of the most popular to say the least: meetings in the call rooms. You always did it as soon as you had time, it was never enough.

When you fight you always feel guilty. It hurt you seeing him mad at you, or even worse that you were mad at him. But somehow one of the two of you always did something to forget what happened and get over it, and that was one thing that helped a lot and that you liked about your relationship.

After your marriage, you had taken a long period of time just for you. It was like being in heaven, you had a wonderful spa vacation. Well having an Avery in your life was an advantage!

You liked to cook, it was one of your common hobbies, and when you did it together, delicious dishes came out. It was also fun to do it, you fed each other seeing who prepared the best thing.

You hadn't talked much about kids yet... In short, you liked kids, but taking care of one was also a demanding thing... Once he had told you his opinion, starting a family is all he would have wanted. Well, one day you would have been ready to be a mother.

Before falling asleep, you always take a moment to stay in each other's arms. Feeling the calories of your bodies against each other was such a nice feeling, as you reassure each other with sweet words and tell how much you love each other, a fantastic way to fall asleep. "We're married..." you repeated to him sometimes still incredulous. "Yes, we're married..." he simply always repeated it to you, helping you to understand that it wasn't a dream, but the reality, as he cuddled closer to you and you both fell asleep.

#jackson avery #jackson avery x reader #jackson avery imagine #greys anatomy #grey's anatomy #greys anatomy imagine #greys anatomy x reader #y/n #headcanons #fanfics #my writing #requests

[thoriffix]

Suggestion, queerplatonic for Baz and Mari? Or just like, yea, good pals. Let them hold hands and kiss the homies.

(am I gonna have to sketch Baz next. I think I am.)

oh maybe!! i like that actually altho i still need to do more research into what actually defines queerplatonic relationships

#cuz yeah romantic isnt hittin like it used to #also AVERY AAH #i am going to draw your ocs in return that is a promise #asks #avery

[decennia]

the knights of walpurgis vs. dumbledore's first resistance in and the snakes start to sing

tom hughes as tom riddle | jude law as albus dumbledore

anya chalotra as dagrim patil | dev patel as rathin patil

finn cole as cantankerous nott iv | freida pinto as miraya patil (née varma)

cody fern as abraxas malfoy | tom hardy as isaiah moody

regé-jean page as ulysses mulciber | millie bobby brown as minerva mcgonagall

abbey lee kershaw as carmilla avery | margaret qualley as corinne scamander

jamie chung as serafine lestrange | charlie rowe as declan diggory

( x )

TAG LIST: @perfectlystiles @sgtbuckyybarnes @lupinblack @hughstheforcelou @anna-phora @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle @lost-in-the-shelves @raith-way @randomestfandoms-ocs @lizziesxltzmxn @akabluekat @chlobenet @stefelias @phoebestarks @zeleniafic @a-song-of-quill-and-feather @kazinejghafa

HP TAG: @ben-bcrnes

#decennia ocs #SAY LESS #ocappreciation #allaboutocs #fyeahharrypotterocs #oc: dagrim patil #oc: rathin patil #oc: cantankerous nott #oc: miraya patil #oc: isaiah moody #oc: ulysses mulciber #oc: carmilla avery #oc: corinne scamander #oc: serafine lestrange #oc: declan diggory #fic: and the snakes start to sing #fic: atssts #era: riddle era #i love how literally one (1) person asked and i was just like #also i am very protective of mini minnie mcgonagall aah #for future reference: cantankerous is theodore's father #abraxas and carmilla wed and have lucius #isaiah is alastor's father as mentioned #ulysses is cassius' uncle and is of zabini and mulciber blood #corinne and declan are the parents of amos diggory #and my favourtie: serafine lestrange weds robert mcgonagall jnr. and is apolline and francis' mother :') #also! corinne is the daughter of either newt or theseus it all depends on how the next movie pans out lmfao #or maybe... sister...? #i don't know someone send me asks about all of them please it really helps me make up my mind about them and forces me to think haha

[omgjasminesimone]

The Thanksgiving Set-up

Bryce x MC

Word Count: 2000

Author’s note: No one requested this, but I’ve taken it upon myself to write “13. my family invites you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and i’m so sorry” from this prompt list because who’s family wouldn’t want to set them up with Bryce Lahela?

Casey leans back in the passenger seat, enjoying the California sunshine streaming through her window. Flying from Chicago back home to California is always a delight in the winter. The joy she feels as she walks out of SFO with no need for a winter coat is almost euphoric. 

“I have a surprise for you tomorrow.” Casey’s mother, Lisa, says, interrupting Casey’s reverie. Casey turns to look at her mother, who is drumming her fingers excitedly on the steering wheel. “We have a guest coming for Thanksgiving dinner. His name is Bryce Lahela. And he’s in medical school at Stanford. He’s from Hawaii, so obviously he wasn’t going to fly back for Thanksgiving. So I took it upon myself to invite him to our family celebration.”

“And how do you know this guy?” Casey asks suspiciously. It’s not like her mom has any reason to be hanging out around Stanford’s Medical School.

“He’s also a part time bartender at the bar my office frequents for happy hour. He makes a mean mojito. And he’s very handsome. Like, so ridiculously handsome Case.”

“Please don’t tell me this is a set-up.” 

“What? No! This is me inviting a nice young man with no family in the area over so he doesn’t spend Thanksgiving alone. But if you guys happen to hit it off....I would be honored to have Bryce as a son-in-law.” 

“Oh my God Mom.”

“What? He’s husband material! If I was 20 years younger, I would scoop him up for myself. But unfortunately, I’m too old for him.”

“And you’re also married.” Casey adds. Her parents have been married for over 30 years, but it seems like this has slipped her mother’s mind.

Her mom waves that fact off dismissively. “I could easily change that.”

“Please don’t make Thanksgiving awkward mom. I just want to lounge around in sweatpants, and watch football with Dad and Reggie, and not think about medical school.”

“Sweatpants?!” Her mother says, sounding scandalized at the very notion. “At your first meeting with Bryce?!”

Casey sighs, turning to stare at the palm trees out the car window. She’s really not looking forward to this meeting tomorrow.

...

Reggie laughs when his younger sister enters the living room, taking in her attire. “You going to church?”

“Shut up.” Casey retorts, plopping down on the couch beside her father. When she woke up this morning, she’d found the neatly pressed dark yellow and lace dress laid out on her bed. She’s unsure what time her mother woke up, ironed it, and left it there.

Her father, Carlos, and brother also seem more dressed up than usual for Thanksgiving in their white button downs and slacks. Although they’re definitely not as dressed up as her.

Reggie checks his watch. “What time is dinner ma?” He calls into the kitchen. 

“I told Bryce 3:00!” She shouts back, and Casey hears the oven door opening.

“20 more minutes people. Casey’s new boyfriend better not be late and delay my meal.” Reggie complains. 

“Shut up Reggie. I hope she tries to set you up come Christmas.” Casey retorts.

“That’s a good point, why don’t you ever try to set me up Mom?” Reggie questions. 

Lisa enters the living room, wearing a slimming black dress and more make-up than Casey has ever seen on her. “Because you don’t listen. I told you not to marry that white girl, now look at you paying out the nose for this divorce. Now, kids, come set the table.” 

By the time the table is all set, and the food is brought out and displayed to Lisa’s satisfaction, the clock strikes three and the doorbell sounds simultaneously. 

Lisa smiles. “That would be Bryce. I knew he’d be right on time. I’m telling you Case, husband material.”

Carlos rolls his eyes, “I’m so sick of hearing about this kid. Maybe you should just marry him so she can stop talking about him.”

“Dad!” Casey complains as Reggie laughs. 

They stand around the table as Lisa goes to greet Bryce. Their conversation carries from the foyer. 

“Bryce! I’m so glad you could make it!”

“Thanks for having me. I brought wine. I tried to make a pie, but it didn’t work out. Not sure what I did wrong, I followed the directions from the Great British Bake Off exactly.” 

“I love that show too! We have so much in common. And don’t worry about it. This wine looks great! 1972?”

“Got it from the bar. Don’t tell my boss.” 

Lisa laughs loudly. “Like he’d fire you anyway. You bring in so much business with this face! Well, come on in. They’re all in the dining room.”

Lisa meets eyes with her daughter and theatrically moves to the side to bring Bryce into view. 

And ok. He is really hot. 

Like ridiculously hot. Out of her league hot honestly. Usually, when her mom tries to set her up it’s with some dweeb who’s definitely not her type, although her mom always insists that they were so handsome. But this time, she wasn’t lying. 

“Bryce, this is my husband Carlos, my son Reggie, and my daughter, Casey.”

Bryce shakes hands with her father, and then Reggie pulls him in for the classic manly half hug half pat on the back. Bryce turns to Casey with a soft smile. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Casey is so embarrassed. She feels unworthy to be set up with this Adonis of a man. He’s so bronzed, and clearly toned, and he’s going to be a surgeon, and he’s smart, and he’s just 1000% a catch. He’s obviously only still single because no one meets his standards. 

Casey suddenly realizes she should say something. “Yeah.” She mutters, blushing at her inarticulate response. But Bryce just smiles at her, he’s probably used to leaving women speechless. He takes the seat beside Casey, and they all get settled for their meal. 

Reggie picks up his fork, but puts it back down when his mother glares at him. 

“First, we’ll pray. Please join hands.” Lisa announces. 

Bryce offers his hand, and Casey slowly grips it. She hopes her palm isn’t too sweaty. She clasps her other hand with Reggie, and bends her head in prayer. 

“Dear Lord, thank you for bringing us together for another holiday. We are thankful for family, and friends, and our health. I’m thankful Casey was able to come back from U Chicago for Thanksgiving this year, unlike last year when she insisted she was too busy studying. And I’m thankful Lorraine finally left Reggie. We all knew it was coming eventually, as she was not the woman for him. Oh, and thank you for the food we are about to consume. Amen.” Lisa concludes. 

“Jesus Mom, way to be sacrilegious.” Reggie complains, quickly digging into his meal.

“So Casey, how’s school?” Her father asks while he chews on some turkey. 

“Not as bad as first year, and I’m starting to like Chicago, so I feel like things are going well. Oh, and Dr. Avery is going to let me assist with his research project, so that’s very exciting.”

“Wow, Dr. Jackson Avery? That’s amazing Casey.” Bryce praises, and Casey tentatively smiles back.

The mood gets lighter as they eat, and drink. Soon, it feels like Bryce is part of the family. He’s good with people like that. Lisa continues with her plan to set up Bryce and Casey as the meal goes on, becoming less subtle about it the more she drinks. 

“I just think you guys would be such a cute couple.” Lisa insists, leaning her chin in her hand as she stares at the two of them from across the table. 

“Mom, please stop.” Casey pleads. 

“What? You guys already have so much to talk about, with the medical stuff and all that. And I know you say you don’t have time to date, so the long distance thing is perfect! You just go about your life, studying, doing medicine, whatever, texting from time to time, flying back here to visit every so often.”

“Why can’t Bryce fly to Chicago to visit me in your little fantasy?” Casey quips. 

“Because it wouldn’t kill you to come home more! That’s why!” Lisa insists with a laugh, sipping more wine. “Carlos! Will you open the tequila! Bryce makes such good margaritas.” She turns her attention back to Bryce once Carlos leaves to get the tequila. “Bryce, don’t you think Casey is pretty?” 

Reggie groans. “Someone needs to cut her off.”

Lisa ignores him, waiting for Bryce’s response. 

Bryce turns slightly in his chair to look at Casey. “I think you’re beautiful.” He says with a soft smile, and Casey has never been more thankful for her light brown skin hiding how red her face currently is.

Carlos places the tequila in front of Bryce, as well as the other ingredients for a margarita. “Ok, now everyone watch closely. This is magic.” Lisa insists, and Bryce laughs as he mixes the ingredients, throwing in some fancy handwork to draw oohs and aahs from his rapt audience. 

Several margaritas later, Bryce staggers to his feet. “Can someone point me towards the bathroom?”

“Casey will take you!” Lisa immediately insists. She’s obviously been waiting all day to get them alone together. Casey rolls her eyes, but gets up, gesturing for Bryce to follow her with a tilt of her head.

“I’m so sorry about my mother. I’m truly mortified.” Casey apologizes once they’re out of earshot of the others.

Bryce laughs. “I really like your mom. And she’s an amazing tipper.”

Casey laughs at that, turning down the hallway towards the bathroom. “Oh, I bet she is.”

“She always says really nice things about you. She showed me lots of pictures. My favorite is the one at the Bean in Chicago.”

Casey stops at that and Bryce almost runs into her back. He saw pictures? And he still wanted to come tonight knowing this was definitely a set up? She points him to the bathroom on their left, and then goes back to the dining room, assuming Bryce can find his own way back. 

When Bryce returns, they have pie and coffee. It’s nearing 9:00 PM, and it’s time for Bryce to head out. “I’ll walk you to the door.” Casey offers, trying to ignore how her mother nudges her father while smiling like the cheshire cat.

“How long are you home?” Bryce asks at the door.

“I fly back to Chicago on Tuesday.” 

“Would you want to stop by the bar? Drinks on me.” Bryce offers. 

“I wish I could, but I made plans with all my friends while I’m home.”

“Why don’t you bring your friends? Paraphrasing the wise Spice Girls, if I want to be your lover, I gotta get with your friends.”

Casey smiles, leaning against the door with her arms crossed over her chest. “You want to be my lover?” 

Bryce smiles down at her. “I would love to be your lover. And I’d totally fly out to Chicago for you, you don’t have to come home if you don’t want to. I get it.”

That’s the most romantic thing Casey has ever heard, and she flings her arms around Bryce’s neck and kisses him soundly. 

“Yes!” Lisa shouts loudly, and Bryce pulls away, laughing.

He kisses Casey one more time, chastely this time. “Good night Casey. Good night Lisa!” He calls as he leaves. 

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#wintery prompts #bryce x mc #bryce lahela x mc #open heart #choices fanfiction

[igothedistance-blog]

And again 7 years later...

Facebook Notes… 4 and then 3 years later! So I did one of these facebook trend notes 4 years ago. I thought it would be funny to compare then and now!

Pretty much because I’m bored out of my mind right now.

a-z

March 1, 2009 at 9:31pm VS October 13, 2013 at 11:51pm VS

December 27, 2016 vs. July 2, 2020

A-Z

A - Available: . ..  >  Yep > Yep > Yep > Yep

Age: 16  >  21 > 24 > 28

Annoyance: there are so many things.  >  Pessimism > Underestimation - Animal: my cat and my dog (Tiger and Tobi)  >  Lola the puppy > Lola (4) > Patrick the cat (12)

B - Beer: : /  > umm Mic. Ultra > Stella Artois - Mr. Blue Sky

Birthday: may 18 > same > same - 

Best friend: TM and AAH > TM, AAH, MOT, BR, AW, AB, JB > Same - AAH - Body Part on opposite sex: -  > Eyes > same - > DD, ZE, & the other usual suspects

Best feeling in the world: reaching the top of the mountain > feeling like I’m where I’m supposed to be > being myself with friends and no inhibitions - 

Blind or Deaf: umm… > blind > same - 

Best weather: 40/50 degrees. not too cold. not too hot. > 50s/60s > same - same 

Been in Love:still waiting on that one > been infatuated. (so no) > not yet - nope

Been on stage : frightening but memorable : ) > same > same - Improv Shows 

Believe in Magic: Not particularly > sadly, no > same - nope

Believe in Santa: I did… > for the kiddies! > Yeah looking back, I believed way too long > aww

C - Candy: twizzlers, sour patch watermelon, junior mints >Twizzlers & Sour patch watermelon > same + anything Cadbury and Maltesers - 

Color: purple > purple > powder blue - 

Chocolate/Vanilla: twist > twist > twist - 

Chinese/Mexican Food: quesadillas vs. sweet and sour chicken …? cant choose > STILL CAN’T CHOOSE > still can’t - 

Cake or pie: key lime all the way > yep > yep - 

Continent to visit: Australia > same > same - 

Cheese: feta > same > Parmesan

D - Day or Night: Night > Day > day - 

Dancing in the rain: one of many things i have yet to do > still need to do this! > still haven’t!

E - Eyes: I have the color is debatable. at first glance; brown > I have brown eyes. > they’re truly mostly green, but with brown rims - 

Everyone’s got: ipod > iPhone > iPhone > airpods

F - First thoughts waking up: what time is it? i’m probably late for something > … pretty much the same > how much is today gonna suck? (but not in a depressed way, in an preemptively annoyed kind of way) - 

Food: kiwi > watermelon! > grilled  cheese > same or oberweis oreo shake

G - Greatest Fear: fear > failure > inadequacy - 

Goals: good college > becoming a  wonderful teacher (among about 4 trillion other things) > landing a full time teaching job - Being a better teacher than I am.

Gum: usually something i have with me at all times > Orbit Sweet mint > spearmint whatever - 

Get along with your parents?: … do any teenagers? > Yes > medium > medium

H - Hair Color: red? > Auburn brown > same - w/ touch of blonde on the end

Height: 5'8" > same > same - 

Happy: could be happier > yes > could be happier - same

Holiday: Christmas > same > same > same

How do you want to die: not in any way to do with suffocation. > same > same > same

I - Ice Cream: mint chocolate Chip > B&J Greek Yogurt Raspberry/Chocolate AMAZEBALLS > Hagen Daaz chocolate peanut butter > same

- Instrument: piano > acoustic guitar > my guitar > same

J - Jewelry: rings > ALL THE RINGS > rings > rings

Job: previously Dairy Mat employee > just babysitting for now > Long term teacher substitute > 4th year teacher

K - Kids: most definitely > At least 3 > at least 3 - same 

Kickboxing or karate: Kickboxing > same > same - same

Keep a journal?: only on trips > I TRY to > I try to > I haven’t been trying to. 

L - Love: if only > Not yet. still waitin on that one > still waiting - I may have been in love... but unrequired. 

Letter: G > J > I - what?

 Laughed so hard you cried: Good times : ) > I mean I laugh a Ton.> same > same

M - Milk flavor: Whole > same > 2% - same 

Movies: twilight, HP, He’s Just Not That Into You, The Holiday, Disturbia etc. > The Perks of Being a Wallflower, My Best Friend’s Wedding, Hook > Kings of Summer, super 8 and all the previous ones - same (there are probably ones I could add but I don’t feel like it. 

Motion sickness?: only on large boats… > not really, no > no > no

McD’s or BK: McD’s > McD’s > McD’s > same

N - Number: 12 > 12 OR 7 > same? same?

O - One wish: to be happy > to fall in love and have a great relationship > same > same

P - Perfect Pizza: square cheese and green peppers > BEST > same - same

Pepsi/Coke: Coke (zero) > DIET COKE ONLY > same > same

Q - Quality: high > same > same > same

R - Reason to cry: death, bad day, betrayal, separation > just get it out. let it happen > SAME - same

Reality T.V.: HATE IT! > DOUBLE HATE > LOATHE ENTIRELY - nope nope nope 

Radio Stations: 93.9, 95.5. 96.3 etc. > same > SAME  haven’t listened to radio in a LONG time

 Roll your tongue in a circle: no > no > no - nope

 Ring size: 9 > same > same

S - Song: LOST + Viva La Vida > Think Twice by Eve 6 > All we know by the chainsmokers - Midnight by coldplay 

Shoe size: 10 > same > same - same 

Salad Dressing: Ranch > same > same - greek dressing from greek isles

Sushi: not so much > I’ve learned to accept the california roll > same - I’ve delved into some other ones...

Skinny dipped?: … : P > yes. yes I have. > not since then, though - still haven’t since then

Strawberries/Blueberries: Strawberries > same > blueberries> tbd

T - Tattoos?: probably not > pretty soon, actually! > :) - :) :)

Time for bed: it varies > it varies: usually after 12a > I really need to go to bed earlier - same 

Thunderstorms: love them > LOVE THEM SO MUCH> love love love > same

U - Unpredictable: unfortunately - not really > I’m so predicable. > same > same

V - Vacation spot(s): ideally; Australia. > Australia, Ireland, London > same > I’ve done England, Ireland and Scotland but would totally go back 

W - Weakness: not being able to keep something in > if something is funny, even if its wrong, I cannot keep from laughing > same problems - IDEK

 Which one of your friends acts the most like you: hmmmm idk. we’re more opposite/ complimentary > perhaps Spallison? > I think that’s true but Adriane and I also have a lot in common > Him

- Who makes you laugh the most: TM > I think Adriane > My peeps > Him

- Worst feeling: anticipating the worst; it happens quite often > feeling like I’m alone somehow > being misunderstood and belittled by my family - 

Wanted to be a model: nnnooopppeee > new > no - Nope

Worst Weather?: heavy snow/rain to the point where you cannot see (the roads) > I second that > yes, I agree > good point, me. 

X - X-Rays: not fun. especially when you’re sitting there in pain. > Yeah don’t like those > no bueno > no gracias

Y - Year it is now: 2009 > 2013 > 2016 (but not for much longer) - 2020 and what a #$$&ing year it’s been. 

Yellow: depends on the shade > my current bedroom is actually yellow . but it’s an acceptable shade. > pale yellow I can handle.

Z - Zoo animal: sloth > *self five* same > go us! > agreed!

LAST PERSON WHO… 

1. Slept in a bed beside you;TM > Allison Greene > I can’t remember... Liz 

2. You went to the mall with?; TM > IDR > myself > IDR

3. You went to dinner with? TM and Kail > j'Qwellin and Adriane > Allison Greene > Joe

4. You talked to on the phone? LIZ > Momma > Liz > ASWP customer

5. Made you laugh? Ginny + Lydia > Maggie > Liz > Dylan

6. Hugged you? mi madre > Maggie > Grandma Curcuru > Him

7. Said they loved you? AAH > Sammy > Heather > Mom

8. Held your hand? Sammy > Avery > Anna > Anna

10. You cried over? … : ( > Cory Monteith > Grandpa Curcuru > Me... 

#4th time #2020 #2009 #2013 #2016 #28 #damn

[psycho-slytherin]

Strangers ch. 28

You wake up in the hospital, but the danger is far from over.

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff, angst

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“We need to leave soon.”

“Five more minutes!”

“They can’t keep our location private for too long.”

“Y/n, wake up!”

“Dude, that’s not gonna work.”

“Ngh...” you smack your lips, wincing at the pain in your head.

“Well, what d’you know. It did work.”

“Guys...?” you murmur, and the seven members of BTS crowd into your field of vision. You look around– you’re attached to an IV and heart rate monitor– did you really land yourself in the hospital again? Just because you kinda-sorta fainted? Unfair.

“Y/n!” Jimin sings.

“I thought you’d died,” Jungkook says, and Jin snorts.

“We’re so glad you’re okay,” Namjoon says, rolling his eyes at Jungkook.

“The doctor said she’d be fine,” Yoongi says.

“Y/n is my favorite and if anything had happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and then myself,” Hoseok announces, clasping your hand.

You giggle. “Y’all are all chaotic good.”

Taehyung winks at you through wire-rimmed glasses. “Just another of our charms.”

“We should probably leave soon though,” Namjoon says regretfully. “You’re not supposed to have this many visitors at once. Besides, we can’t have people knowing we visited you.”

“I understand,” you reply. Your vision goes fuzzy for a second before refocusing. “Thanks for visiting, guys. I appreciate it.”

“Come over sometime,” Jimin pleads. “It’s been so long.”

“He’s right. Let’s have a party next Saturday,” Jin suggests. “Y/n, you have to be there, okay?”

“Mm... whatever you say.” you say, tapping your fingers.

“You should sleep,” Yoongi advises as the other six bid you farewell and file out of your hospital room.

“I’m fine,” you say, blinking hard, nervously rubbing your Starry Night necklace. “Did I slow down filming? What happened?”

“Nothing. Well, I mean, Avery wasn’t happy. She said to stay on schedule we’d have to use the take we already got.”

You lean back against your pillow. So no more takes where you have to kiss Yoongi. Good. Fine. Awesome.

“We filmed whatever we could without you and then I came over here. The guys were wondering why I’d missed dinner–”

He missed dinner?

“–and they insisted on coming to visit. That was about an hour ago.”

“What time is it?”

Yoongi checks his watch. “Nearly 9pm.”

You’d arrived on set at eight this morning. You slowed down the entire film schedule with your antics.

You bury your face in your hands. “Aah, I’m so embarrassed.” Why did they bring you here? A cup of water onset would’ve gotten you through the day.

“Hey, hey– it wasn’t your fault,” Yoongi says firmly. “The doctor said you were dehydrated and fatigued; it’s a miracle you were even standing up as long as you were. Have you really been so careless?”

You press your lips together. “I’m just busy.” He, of all people, should understand. You’re not only working on Moon Over the Sea, you’re also filming for advertisements and posing for photoshoots that Lisa’s set up for you. You’re doing your schoolwork and on top of that you’re taking extra acting lessons, and still trying to find time to write.

“How many hours of sleep have you been getting?” Yoongi presses.

You bristle. “None of your business.” Who is he to criticize? Hasn’t he collapsed from exhaustion before? So have Jungkook, and Jimin, and probably the others as well. Isn’t it nothing more than a sign of dedication to your craft?

“Y/n, come on...” Yoongi sighs. “You can’t keep telling me to take care of myself when you’re acting this way.”

“I said I’m fine, Yoongi.” He needs to take care of himself because people actually care about him. Besides, doesn’t he understand that you need to do this? That you need to be successful? This is your chance. “It’s just a way of life. Chill out.”

“It’s not a ‘way of life’,” Yoongi says, making air quotes. “It’s killing you!”

You narrow your eyes. “Hypocrite.”

Yoongi scoffs in disbelief. “I can’t believe this. You’re in the hospital, y/n, and you’re here because how you were living wasn’t healthy, and it’s not sustainable. Trust me of all people– you can’t keep this up, and it’s going to kill you.”

“Whatever, Yoongi.” He doesn’t understand.

He leans back before standing up. “You know what? Fine. Do whatever you want– I’m leaving.”

Something wells up inside you– something dark, and loud, and stubborn. “Fine.”

“Fine.”

Something in your heart aches as you see him rise, see the door close behind him. But he’s wrong. People hate you because you’re not famous; you can tell that much from the comments online. You’re not famous, you’re not worthy, you don’t deserve them.

You have to change that. You have to work hard, harder than ever, improve, perform well, and show that you are worthy. You do deserve what you have, because you’ve earned it.

Shaking your head, you turn your back to the door and close your eyes.

Minutes or hours later, there’s a knock and the door swings open to reveal Lisa.

“Y/n!” She cries, flinging herself across your bed. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

“I’m great, Lisa,” you laugh at the worry in her eyes. “C’mon, you know me. I’m fine.”

“I was so worried, y/n-ie,” Lisa says. “I thought you were going to die or something!”

Why does everyone keep saying that?

“Lisa, I’m really okay–” you begin, before there’s another knock at the door and a doctor enters, holding a clipboard.

“Ms. l/n?” She consults the monitors and checks your pupils, pallor, and blood pressure. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I could leave right now,” you say honestly. After an accidental day of rest, you’re ready to go home. Besides, you’re keeping a close eye on your budget and you can’t afford to spend the night in the hospital. You’re feeling antsy– you wanna leave now.

“Lucky for you then– I need you to fill out some paperwork, but you’ll be able to leave once that’s completed if you don’t want to stay overnight.”

“Oh, great!” Lisa squeals, clapping her hands before grabbing her purse. “Hey, y/n, I’m gonna get going but text me when you get home, okay?”

You smile weakly, blinking sudden spots out of your eyes. “For sure.”

“Love ya! Be safe~”

“Love you too.”

With a flip of her hair and a wink, Lisa’s gone.

“Nice friend you’ve got there,” the doctor remarks as she makes a set of notes on her clipboard.

“Yeah, she’s great.”

“Sign here, here, and here, and fill out this information regarding your medical history, and you’ll be free to leave. Get plenty of rest and make sure to stay hydrated.”

You follow the doctor’s directions and soon you’re back on your feet outside the hospital. You think for a second about calling a cab, but your apartment is nearby and you could use a walk. Snug in your thick jacket, you stroll at a leisurely pace by one of the few rivers in Seoul. 

It’s a quiet night– the streets are empty, save for a group of giggling, tipsy young women behind you.

“Oh, oh, ooh-woah, you can’t stop me loving myself~” you sing to yourself, kicking a pebble into the shallow river below.

Behind you, your sharp ears pick up muffled whispers.

“That’s her, that’s y/n!”

You need to suppress a smile. Already being recognized? A warmth spreading throughout your chest and you fall silent in order to eavesdrop effectively.

“Are you sure?”

“I know it’s her, now hurry!”

The warmth suddenly turns to ice. The footsteps behind you have picked up their pace, and when you turn around you see the group of young women staring at you as they power walk in your direction.

Okay, this seems not ideal, this seems very not ideal, something is wrong, do you run, should you run?

“Can I help you?” you ask nervously, walking backwards. They’re not outwardly threatening, but your instincts tell you to keep your distance.

“You’re l/n y/n, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, why?” You don’t have enough money to be kidnapped and you’re not relevant enough to be murdered. What’s going on?

“We wanted to deliver a message.” The woman in the front, clearly the leader, sports dyed red hair and a sweet smile– it’s a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “A message from the rest of us: you’re not welcome.”

“You’re not welcome,” the other three chorus creepily. Did they rehearse this?

“You’re not worthy of Yoongi, or the rest of BTS.” The redhead’s tone turns cold. “Get away from them, and stay away. Understood?”

You nearly laugh. “Are you threatening me?” The concept is so utterly ridiculous that you can’t take them seriously. The mean comments online were one thing, but this is crazy.

“Consider it a warning,” the redhead replies, and you snort.

“Okay, warning received.” You turn back homewards and wave. “Thanks, ladies.”

You don’t get the chance to take another step before you hear a snarl– “Get her.”

Aaaand now you run. At her words you bolt, not looking where you’re going, just trying to get away, away, away, your shoes pound the ground as blood roars in your ears and you run fast and faster, your breath comes in gasps and your legs feel like rubber you’re scared so scared keep running you can hear them behind you, the noise barely there above your own frantic heartbeat and–

WHAM.

Something slams into you and the wind is knocked out of your lungs. You fall forward, scraping your palms on the cold asphalt to break your fall. “W-oah!”

You roll onto your back in time to see the redhead leap towards you. You scramble out of the way and her feet land heavily where your chest was only a second before. Another girl lunges, her hands closing around your throat and you choke, struggling, clawing at her hands, trying to pry yourself away from her iron grip. You fight so fiercely that at last she lets go of your throat, her fingers trailing downwards to loop around your Starry Night necklace.

“N-no!” you gasp, rearing back and kicking the girl hard in the shin. Not that.

“Augh!” The blow to her leg throws her weight out from under her and the girl collapses. With a quick, painful jerk the chain to which she’s clinging breaks and the necklace is flung off somewhere into the darkness.

No.

“Leave me alone!” you rasp. “I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“You talked to BTS. You used them. You can’t do that,” the redhead explains calmly. The way she stalks towards you brings to mind a tiger on the hunt. “They’re ours, see?”

You gasp for breath, stumbling backwards towards the river as she advances. “They’re not yours. They’re their own people. You’re delusional.”

Her eyes turn predatory. “And you’re dead.”

You see it in slow motion, her arms shooting out and connecting solidly with your chest, the strong shove forcing you backwards– you teeter by the river’s edge, your arms windmilling, your mouth open in a perfect ‘O’ as you grasp at air. Your shoes don’t have enough traction to keep you grounded on the smooth cement and you can feel yourself slipping, slipping.

The last thing you see is the redhead waving a cheerful goodbye as you fall, plunging into the freezing, churning water.

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Hi, your blog has been essential to me for recs. I've read countless books that you have suggested. Your books are also amazing. Loved out on good behavior! Do you have any recs of historical queer women books? Thanks

Aah that’s awesome, thank you! And yep, here are a whole bunch!

Wildthorn by Jane Eagland

Silhouette of a Sparrow by Molly Beth Griffin

The Locket and the Flintlock by Rebecca S. Buck

Rebeccah and the Highwayman by Barbara Davies

The Caretaker’s Daughter by Gabrielle Goldsby

Lambs Can Always Become Lions by Charlotte Anne Hamilton

Backwards to Oregon by Jae

Alpennia series by Heather Rose Jones

Awake Unto Me by Kathleen Knowles

Pembroke Park by Michelle Martin (Regency)

Bound With Love by Megan Mulry

Crossing the Wide Forever by Missouri Vaun

The Last Nude by Ellis Avery

Bittersweet by Nevada Barr

A Thin Bright Line by Lucy Jane Bledsoe 

Frog Music by Emma Donoghue

Hild by Nicola Griffith

The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith 

Patience & Sarah by Isabel Miller 

The Color Purple by Alice Walker 

Fingersmith by Sarah Waters

Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters 

The Paying Guests by Sarah Waters

The Night Watch by Sarah Waters

She Rises by Kate Worsley

[kadywicker]

tagged by @softanakins tysm <3

under a readmore bc it’s long

the last

drink: water

phone call: my mom i think

text message: sibling group chat. last im was avery tho

song you listened to: [don’t] tremble by the low anthem

time you cried: idk a day or two ago i think?

have you ever

dated someone twice: nope

kissed someone and regretted it: yes

been cheated on: not that i’m aware of

lost someone special: yes

been depressed: i’ve been depressed for like 7 years

gotten drunk and thrown up: nope 

3 favorite colors: pastel blue, purple, & white

in the last year have you

made new friends: not rlly tbh?

fallen out of love: nope <3

laughed until you cried: definitely

found out someone was talking about you: yes

met someone who changed you: nope

found out who your friends are: nah

kissed someone on your facebook list: no

general

how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them

do you have any pets: two cats. jim and george

do you want to change your name: legally, yeah

what did you do for your last birthday: went to the art museum in chicago

what time did you wake up: noon lmao

what were you doing at midnight last night: aah talking to avery i believe

name something you can’t wait for: meeting my boyfriend afasdf. also the last jedi

when was the last time you saw your mom: like 20 minutes ago

what are you listening to right now: souls like the wheels by the avett brothers

have you ever talked to a person named tom: i don’t think so...?

something that is getting on your nerves: my father

most visited website: this one. also rabb.it

hair color: auburn

long or short hair: i have hair down to about my chin

do you have a crush on someone: my love @schntgcispock and also? jenna coleman

what do you like about yourself: my freckles. sometimes my art

piercings: none

blood type: i honestly have 0 idea afasdfasdf

nickname: bean (my entire family calls me this. i haven’t heard my birth name or preferred name from them in years), jamie (my middle name is james),& the shared pet name of herb

relationship status: taken!

zodiac: leo

pronouns: i switch between he/him, they/them, and he/they

favorite tv show: doctor who, brooklyn nine-nine, the office, iasip, the get down

tattoos: none yet but hopefully next month 

right or left handed: right

surgery: none

sport: i only enjoy swimming and skiing

vacation: idk ? i liked cali when i went. i like visiting my family in virginia bc it’s pretty but it’s hot and full of racists so

pair of trainers: converse

more general

eating: nothing but i just had green bean casserole

drinking: water

i’m about to: hop on rabb.it

waiting for: money for my ged and hopefully a tattoo for my birthday

want: a nap

get married: i’m engaged so definitely!

career: idk honestly. i’m very undecided

which is better

hugs or kisses: hugs

lips or eyes: eyes

shorter or taller: idc

older or younger: older

nice arms or nice stomach: idc

hook up or relationship: relationship

troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

have you ever

kissed a stranger: nope

drank hard liquor: yep

lost glasses/contact lenses: yes

turned someone down: not outright

sex on the first date: nope

broken someone’s heart: i have no idea

had your heart broken: yeah rip

been arrested: no

cried when someone died: yes

fallen for a friend: yes often

do you believe in

yourself: not really

miracles: sure

love at first sight: i believe in crush/infatuation/lust at first sight

santa claus: nope

kiss on the first date: sure if u want to it’s ur life

angels: no

other

current best friend’s name: avery <3

eye color: dark brown, almost black

favorite movie: princess bride probably

#james.txt #t: about me #anyone is tagged that wants to do it!