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my only valentine | draco malfoy [2]

pairing: draco malfoy x slytherin!reader

genre: fluff bc it’s a valentines day special ooh la la

summary: you and draco have been enemies since the start of hogwarts despite being in the same houses, but everyone knows you two secretly like each other. valentines day has arrived and you hope to receive a love confession from one boy only; your arch-enemy nevertheless. however, a minor incident occurs caused by draco and hurts you deeply. will your valentines day be rescued?

word count: 3.7k

warnings: minor swearing ?? sorry i swear a lot

a/n: final part is here! received a lot of love on my first one and that made me really happy! thank u all eeek <3 couldn’t hesitate to finish this off because i didn’t want to make u wait a long time so here it is! enjoy :-) also idk if there are errors in here even tho i proofread multiple times, so let me know if u see any !!

tags: @aus-pi-cially @biinspiration @iwritetrashimagines @juliemoney45 @a-hoe-for-vanya @slytherclawmalfoy

read part one → here

After the incident, you stayed in your dorm for the rest of the day. Professor McGonagall excused you out of classes, each visiting the Professors that you had a class with today to report that you wouldn’t be attending due to you falling ‘ill’. You mentally thanked her for that and you reminded yourself to thank her properly the next morning since you were too upset and embarrassed to walk out.

You knew that at this very moment that everyone was talking about you, you were once again the main gossiping topic. When some students had asked your classmates who were present at the incident, they simply explained the situation and one by one the information had quickly spread like wildfire.

Many girls felt bad for you, some of the girls from your house even visited you during their frees and empathised with you. After stating that you were feeling alright, they started to bad-mouth Draco by calling him all sorts and making fun of him. You’d never thought you’d hear your own housemates mockingly make fun of Draco but it was a blessing to your ears. Although, you wished for their safety as you knew his father will hear about it and order expulsion upon them.

And by most girls, you mean everyone except a few girls such as Pansy Parkinson enjoyed you feeling dejected. You weren’t the only girl who liked him of course. Since Year One, Pansy has made sure to everyone that she likes loves Draco. You could visualise the look on her face when she heard about the situation, and she probably looked the happiest she’s ever been.

Pansy also made it clear that she hates you. At first, you both didn’t have a problem with each other since you were Slytherin housemates, however, you couldn’t hold back your slight annoyance with her once she showed attitude. But at the start of Year 4, she turned hostile towards you. Apparently, she sees you as a threat and you’d soon ruin her ‘plans’, whatever they were.

Your friends came by during dinner to give the gifts you left in class since you ran out without grabbing them. They each gave you a consoling hug, several uplifting words to cheer you up as well as desserts from the meal they were serving as a Valentines Day special. It did manage to bring your mood up which was a good thing as you were able to focus on something else.

However, the second you lay eyes on the gifts that laid on your bedside counter, you’d instantly be reminded about the incident turning your mood sour. You couldn’t help but tear up which escalates into a crying session. You’ve possibly had around five sessions since then and now it’s six because you just looked at it again.

It really hurt you. His words struck thorns in your heart, he really didn’t have feelings for you at all. You cursed at yourself for thinking he’d have a slight interest in you all this time but now you realised you were wrong; he has always hated you. He despised you. From the very start lasting to the very end.

What does this mean to you from now on? Obviously, it means your crush on Draco should be completely destroyed. No, it needs to be. You’d be a fool to continue liking Draco after that, he literally declared his hatred for you and he had an audience to hear it loud and clear. He’ll never see you anything more than an enemy. He only saw you as a despicable, loathsome, grotesque looking, ugly--

“Ugh, I’m such an idiot!” you cried out with despair and flipped the bed covers over your head.

You forced your eyes shut and tried to shut any thoughts of Draco but images of him kept coming back. It was hopeless. You were never going to get over him.

Time goes by and you watched the sky turn from grey to black indicating that it was night-time. It was time for everyone to head back to their dorms since classes had finished for the day. One by one you watch your roommates, as well as your friends, stumble into the room and hop into bed falling fast asleep minutes later.

You lie in bed, tossing back and forth multiple times unable to get in a comfortable position. It had been a while since everyone had fallen asleep, snores filled the room as well as the ticking of the clock. You concluded that you weren’t going to fall asleep any time soon as you weren’t tired despite feeling the heaviness on your eyelids.

Taking a quick glance at the clock, you saw that it was only beginning to hit 11PM. Sighing, you step out of bed, slipping your slippers on as you walk outside. You knew no one would be awake at this time judging by how late it was thus spending a bit of time sitting in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin Common Room would be a good way to fall asleep quicker and clear your thoughts.

You step into the Common Room and just as you thought; not one person was awake. The fireplace was still lit and burning strongly along with the violent crackling of the fire. The lamps had been switched off leaving the fireplace and the light from the windows to be the only source of light. It was awfully eerie without anyone else in the room but it didn’t bother you as much because you were used to it, it was located in the dungeons of course.

As you made your way downstairs, you were starting to feel the heat radiating from the fire inch by inch. You shuddered at the warmth wafting your face once you stood in front of the fireplace. Sitting yourself down on the carpet, you cross your legs and lifted your hands up to warm them up.

You give a long sigh, relaxing your shoulders and the muscles in your body. For a couple of minutes, you had stayed like this, welcoming the warmth that surrounded you and you felt at peace. You were able to clear your thoughts out to the point you felt like you had moved on from that horrific incident.

“Oh, you’re still up.”

You quickly look behind to see Draco leaning over the balcony, gazing at you. How long has he been standing there for? Why was he still wide awake at this time? More importantly, what the hell do you do now?

Your eyes widen out of shock, instantly turning back and stare at the fireplace and start to fidget with your hands. You could hear him walk down the steps, your heart is starting to beat fast. His footsteps are coming closer. Your mind was racing as you frantically look around. Should you try and run away so you wouldn’t have to face him? Do you stay sitting down and wait for him? Maybe If you thought of a good excuse, you can walk back to the dorm without any awkwardness. Or you can just run away right now and he wouldn’t even have the chance to say something--

Draco clears his throat as he calmly sits himself down next to you. Legs crossed, he also warms his hands up neither saying a word or glancing at you.

You didn’t want to peek at him but you could tell out of the corner of your eye that he doesn’t seem to have a scowl or an irritated look despite being next to you. Instead, he supports a blank face. It was difficult to guess how he’s feeling right now.

Focusing back on the fireplace, you both sit there in silence, both not having the confidence to speak a single word. It stays like that for a while, listening to the crackling of the fire, hearing his and your quiet breathing, your heartbeat gradually ringing loud in your ears. You were starting to feel uncomfortable with the awkward atmosphere. You weren’t sure if Draco was feeling the same, you were too nervous to check his face.

“Can’t sleep?”

Draco breaks the silence. Finally encouraging yourself to look at him, you wait for him to turn to you and wait for your reply but he doesn’t. His eyes still fixated on the fire in front. You sigh internally.

“Y-yeah...” Your words wavering at the end. You slowly uncross your legs before bending and pressing them against your chest. You cross your arms and place them on top of your knees, propping your chin on top afterwards.

Great. Draco now knows you’re basically shitting your pants right now. That made you even more nervous. He’s probably making fun of you right now in his head.

“Just wanted to clear my mind and it’s working out fairly good.” You try to laugh your nervousness off in hopes that Draco would ignore your slight tremor from before.

"Your brain must feel as good as new,” Draco said causing you to look at him again, “seeing that you’ve never used it in your whole life.”

You frown at him before rolling your eyes.

“You know, I’ve been trying to see things from your point of view but I can’t get my head that far up my arse.”

You snap back at Draco, waiting for him to give you his iconic nasty look and throw an insult back but to your surprise, he doesn’t. Draco sits there in silence again, he still hasn’t bothered trying to look at you. You were starting to debate whether he was only here to argue or have a normal chat for once or maybe even apologise.

But this was Draco Malfoy you were talking about. He would never in a million years apologise to someone unless they were his father or that he really meant it or if he knew he was in the wrong.

Maybe you should just go and leave him alone, you really weren’t in the mood to argue with him as well as be in the same room as him. Especially after what he said. This will possibly be the last time you exchange words with him, you figured it would be best to stray clear of Draco, ignoring any snide comments he makes and pretend he didn’t exist. It’ll be tough alright but you knew you had to do it.

You sigh once more and stand up, giving Draco one last look. “If you’re only here to tease me then It’s useless to even share the same air with you right now,” He’s still not turning to face you. You didn’t know why you continued standing there as if you’re expecting anything to happen. “so goodbye Malfoy. Nice knowing you by the way.”

You turn on your heels and swiftly walk away, each stepping closer to the stairs. You didn’t dare try to look back, it would only hold you back thus you kept your eyes in front.

“I’m sorry.”

You froze, standing in your spot motionless. Did he just apologise? There’s no way you heard that correctly, no, it’s your mind playing tricks on you convincing you to turn around and accompany him. Just keep walking, Draco didn’t say it.

“I’m sorry.” Apologising again.

You slowly turn around and see that Draco had finally faced you, his eyes bore into yours. Your mouth slightly gaped open as if to speak but no sound could be made. You felt weak under the stares of Draco, you could feel your legs starting to wobble.

“I, uh, didn’t mean what I said before... y’know... me calling you ugly,” Draco bites his bottom lips feeling slightly embarrassed now that he’s facing you. Bowing his head, he continues rambling on, “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It was a mistake, it came out so suddenly--”

“Thank you Draco.”

Draco’s head shoots up, his eyes wide open. He had heard his name come out of your mouth, and it was his first name instead of the usual ‘Malfoy’.

“What?”

“I said thank you Draco.”

A blush crept along his cheeks as he quickly turns his head to the side in an attempt to conceal it. However, he knew it failed as you give a quiet giggle. You found it amusing to see Draco react in a way after hearing his name being said, especially since it was from you.

“For what?”

“You finally apologised to me... and you actually meant it this time without being sarcastic.”

Draco smiles sheepishly, scratching the side of his head with his head still turned away. He couldn’t meet the eyes of yours, he felt too ashamed at the fact that he couldn’t get the blush on his face to fade anytime soon. He gives a short nod as if to acknowledge your thanks causing you to smile in return.

Once again, the silence returns as both of you stand in front of each other, you looking down at your feet fidgeting whilst Draco did the same. Your throat started to dry up as you were too nervous to swallow, the atmosphere became awfully awkward.

“I don’t think you’re ugly by the way,” Draco suddenly said, “you’re the opposite actually.”

Raising your eyebrows, you question him, “Like what? I’m somewhat decent is what you’re trying to say.”

Draco immediately shakes his head.

“Then what?” You were starting to become impatient.

“You’re just not ugly okay? I can’t explain it.”

“Oh so I’m like above ugly but below average looking, maybe those are the words you’re looking for--”

“For Merlin’s sake, you’re pretty goddamn it!”

You instantly shut up, looking at him directly with your mouth slightly gaped open. Draco gives out a long sigh, calming himself down. He had almost shouted it out loud to wake anyone up.

“You’re not ugly, you’re pretty,” Draco said with a much quieter, soft tone. “Really fucking pretty. You were never ugly in my eyes, from the moment I met you up until now, I still find you pretty.”

He steps closer to you, closing in the gap between the both of you before stopping to have only a few metres left. He was practically an arm's length away, close enough for him to hear your heart beating frantically, as well as the heat radiating from you. Draco noticed how you were blushing like mad, after all, this was the closest you guys have ever been.

“I like you Y/N.”

And in the blink of an eye, he steps in further and grabs your chin to lift it upwards before he kisses you. Impulsively, you kiss back as you close your eyes, your lips moving in sync with his. His lips were slightly chapped but it had softened in time as it felt incredibly plumpy against your very own.

His hands gently move to the side of your face, his thumb lightly brushing your cheek. You squirm under his touch but your lips were still laced together, you swore you felt Draco subtly bite your bottom lip indicating that he was enjoying this. And so did you.

After what seemed like forever, Draco pulls apart and drops his hand. Still blushing furiously, you delicately touch your lips. Did you guys really just kiss?

Draco steps back and chuckles, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

“I like you too.” You randomly blurt out causing Draco to laugh again.

“I know.”

“You knew?”

“I’m not an idiot. You made it quite obvious with your stares and flirting that it wasn’t hard to notice Y/N.” He rolls his eyes.

“Ah...” You said, tucking a bit of your hair behind your ear. “Whoops.”

You open your mouth to speak again. “I feel sorry for the guy who gave me those Valentines gifts.” Draco listens to you curiously, “I can’t imagine the look on his face when he finds out his crush has been kissed by another guy.”

He stares at you in disbelief. “Are you daft?”

“What?” You said, confused.

“I sent you those.”

“As if. The Draco Malfoy sent me Valentines gifts?” You try to suppress your laughter since you found it amusing.

Draco shoots you an offended look, “Yeah well, it’s not like I wanted to in the first place. Mother insisted that I man up and woo a girl so I don’t live my life as an old man that’s on the verge of dying as a loner.”

“Whatever you say Malfoy.” Giggling at his poor excuse.

He tuts before he leans back on the couch, crossing his arms, he lifts his head to look at you. He tilts his head to the side and smirks causing you to raise your eyebrows.

“So, does this mean we’re a thing now?”

“No.”

“What? But I just made out with you.”

You turn red at his statement. “You don’t just automatically assume a couple gets together after kissing.” You explained.

“Then do I have to do something more other than a kiss?” He winks suggestively. You scrunch your face in disgust.

“No, you dimwit, you have to ask them out first in the traditional way.”

Draco lets out an ‘ahh’ and nods slowly. He uncrosses his arms and stands up, still leaning on the couch. “Then will you be my girlfriend?”

You let out a disappointed whine, “Seriously Malfoy, I can’t tell if you’re doing this to be funny or what--”

“No,” Draco stands up and walks closer to you, his hand lifts to grasps yours, taking you by surprise. “I’m serious. I’d like to be your boyfriend Y/N.”

He softly brushes his thumb up and down your fingers, waiting patiently for your answer. He locks eyes with you making your heart flutter. Your mouth kept opening and closing, unable to get a word out. You didn’t know how to respond to his bold question.

It had only been an hour since you had concluded it was best to discard your crush on Draco and move on with your life. It had only been a few hours since you and several other Slytherin girls were having the time of your lives, badmouthing him. It had been hours since Draco had completely crushed your heart with his hurtful comments. These were enough reasons for you to reject Draco on the spot.

But not enough for it to convince your heart otherwise. No, your heart was telling you to forgive Draco and accept him.

You finally pull out of your thoughts and look at him. Draco looks at you with anticipation and starts overthinking. He wishes that you would answer him anytime now otherwise, he’ll feel humiliated knowing he got rejected. But that quickly disappears when he sees you give a small smile.

“Okay.”

Draco’s mouth forms into a grin, his heart leaping with joy. Oh, how he looked so cute.

“But what about Pansy?”

“What about her?”

“You do know that she’s always had this massive crush on you, right?”

Draco shrugs. “So what?”

You look at him dumbfounded. “I thought you two had a thing for each other.”

“You’re joking?” You shake your head. Draco sighs, “I’ve never liked Pansy, she gets on my nerves.”

“She’s been going around saying she was your Valentines, even showed a box of chocolates with your name on it but everyone could recognise her scruffy handwriting anywhere.” You revealed making Draco snortle.

“Ha! She wishes she was. What a freak.”

You nod trying to believe his words but you still had doubts. Draco notices your troubled look and intertwines his fingers with yours. “Besides,” he starts off. You gaze at him as he gazes back with a smile. “you’re my only valentine.”

Thus with that, he plants a kiss on your cheek making you genuinely smile at him.

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“Ah, looks like Y/L/N finally stopped being emo and joined us back in class.” Mocked Pansy once she stepped inside Potions Class.

Her eyes lie on the back of your head as she struts over to your desk. You lazily sit back on your chair as you watch Pansy sit on the edge of the table.

“Welcome back,” She said with a sarcastic smile. “had an amazing time with your Valentines date?”

You respond by looking at her with a sinister smile. “Oh, you bet. ”

Pansy gives you a weird look before the door slams open and all heads turn to see the source of the loud sound. Draco walks in, his two other goons following behind. Ignoring the eyes of his classmates, he starts making his way to his desk.

You immediately stand up and march over to Draco. Your classmates start to whisper and watch you, thinking you were going to confront Draco and punch him for being an asshole.

Draco stops in his tracks once he saw you were walking towards him, and before he knew it, you grab the sides of his face and kiss him.

Everyone in the room shouts out of shock. They couldn’t believe the scene happening in front of them. One of your classmates, Seamus, makes a catcall causing a few of the boys to laugh. Draco’s goons, on the other hand, looked bewildered seeing him fraternising with the enemy. He definitely had some explaining to do.

The girls looked either jealous or happy. Your friends looked at each other with excited smiles, whilst Hermione just rolled her eyes at the view but aggressively elbowed Ron in his sides after he pulled a disgusted look.

You pull away making Draco look at you confusingly, still taking in what had happened.

You shoot a cheeky smile at Pansy over your shoulder, “I had an amazing time.” Pansy angrily glares at you before pushing past you and storms out of the room.

“Everyone’s going to assume we’re a thing now after you kissed me.” He teased as you looked back at him.

“Well, weren’t we always?” You wink at him and turn around, walking back to your desk leaving Draco stunned.

Draco grins to himself, “Touché.”

Both of you knew you two were going to be in the centre of attention again, the main topic to gossip about except this was going to be something new to you both. However, instead of hearing the common ‘Draco and Y/N are fighting again’, it’d turn to ‘Draco and Y/N are having a love quarrel again.’ And that made you excited.

Maybe Valentines Day isn’t a bad event after all.

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tbtssstuff · 4 years

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First Kiss - Maknae Line

(A/N): Hi everyone Cinnamon Admin here! I’ve finally been able to write, and as promised here is The Maknae Line First Kiss Imagine! So sorry it took so long, I hope you all enjoy it!

Masterlist | Hyung Line

-Mel/ CinnamonAdmin

Jimin:

Such a sweetheart

He only has eyes for you and is so blessed to be able to call you his

Your friendship goes back so far, you were one of the backup dancers for BTS for one of their earlier shows

When you met, you instantly hit it off and for years you texted back and forth and met up to practice together and other times just to hang out

When he asked you to go out with him, it was precious, he bought you flowers and brought you your favorite coffee drink that said “Words cannot espresso how much you mean to me” on the label

Obviously you said yes and it’s been a few months since you’ve been dating now

The boys are already used to you being around because you and Jimin were always hanging out when you both had some free time between schedules

You loved them and looked to all of them like they were your own brothers

Jimin loved that you were all comfortable with each other because that was one less thing to worry about

While Jimin fully trusts you and the boys, sometimes he could be a little ball of anxiety and his thoughts would run wild sometimes

He was in love with you and was always worried that you would find someone better than him, but he tried his best to push down those thoughts

Sometimes when he saw you talking with one of the guys that was on your dance team he would freak out a little inside

There was one guy in particular that you seemed to be particularly close with and he didn’t know who the guy was because he didn’t want it to seem like he was watching you because that’s creepy

But he couldn’t help himself. He knew that you would never cheat on him because that isn’t the kind of person you are. His issue was with the other guys because he didn’t want them flirting with you.

He never told you this because he wanted you to see him as confident with no flaws even though his insecurities could be so strong

One day he went to go practice dancing with you and when he got to the practice room he saw you finishing up your practice with the other guy from the dance team

Instantly his insecurities hit him and he started thinking about how much better he must be at dancing than him and that you probably enjoyed practicing with your teammate more than with him

He was startled when the door opened revealing the guy walking out of the door.

As soon as he saw Jimin he bowed and said “Jimin Sunbaenim, it’s good to see you.” And turned to you and said “Bye (Y/N) thanks for helping me with those moves, see you later.”

You smiled and waved and greeted Jimin with a hug “Hey Babe you ready to practice?” You asked him with an excited smile

He returned your hug and smiled back “Yeah (Y/N) let’s go!” He said pushing down his thoughts from before

As you were dancing though, he couldn’t stop the thoughts of you and your teammate from barraging his mind.

You could tell something was bothering him because he wasn’t as into the practice as he typically would be. So you stop the music and walk over to him

“Jimin what’s wrong?” You asked him concerned.

“I don’t what you mean everything is fine.” he said focusing on breathing and not looking up at you

Not satisfied with that answer you lifted his head up to make eye contact with you and gasped when you saw the tears in his eyes “Baby are you okay, did you hurt yourself while dancing?!” You asked beginning to look for bruises

He stopped you and crouched down and said “No (Y/N) I’m not hurt I promise… well at least not physically. But it’s not a big deal.”

You frowned and sat kneeled in front of him “Jimin it’s obviously a big deal if you’re about to cry. You know you can tell me anything that’s upsetting you.”

He looked at you and nodded with tears starting to fall and said “Okay, it’s something that shouldn’t bother me because I obviously trust you. But I just get so insecure about myself and can’t help but think there is somebody out there who is so much better than me and better for you than I am. I know I shouldn’t think that way, but when I see you with your teammate I can’t help but wonder if he is better for you than I am.”

When you start laughing he looks at you like you’ve gone crazy

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Jimin, I promise I’m taking you seriously. I understand how you’re feeling because I feel that way too about the other idols and fans you see all the time that may be better for you than I am, but you definitely don’t have to worry about my team mate, that’s my cousin Sung-Ho!” You say holding his hand giggling.

His expression shifts to one of embarrassment, his face getting so red “Oh… I- I’m sorry I feel stupid” He said scratching the back of his head.

You smile and lean forward pressing a kiss to his lips, totally catching him off guard, but quickly melting into it one of his hands moving to your cheek.

After you pulled back from the kiss you hugged him and said “Jimin I love you so much, and there is no one in this world I would rather be with than you.”

Hugging you back he said “I love you too (Y/N) and I can’t see myself with anyone but you. I’m sorry for being jealous of your cousin.”

“Don’t be sorry silly, I should have told you before, I’ll have to introduce you two later, but for now I want to spend time with you my wonderful boyfriend, now come on lets try this number again!” You said jumping up to your feet reaching out for his hand

He grinned, taking your hand and said “Yeah! I’m fired up!” (where my fairytail fans at? Sorry xD)

Tae Hyung:

You and Tae have been best friends since you were in diapers.

Your families lived right next door to each other so growing up you were very close so you were always with each other and you were very comfortable with each other

To the point where after graduating high school, you two got an apartment together as roommates

You were both part time students with part time jobs. Your schedules didn’t line up a lot but you made sure that every Saturday when both of you were free to hang out

You would usually just hang out at home ordering take out, and cuddling while watching Netflix

You were both always so comfortable with each other that when anyone would ask if you were dating you would just brush it off because it’s just you and Tae

Little did he know that you have been in love with him since senior year in high school

You don’t remember when it happened exactly, but you suddenly became more aware of Tae as a man rather than your best friend

You were never going to do anything about it though because you treasure your friendship too much and you would do a anything to protect it, even if it meant suppressing your feelings for him

It’s your typical Saturday, both of you are wearing your comfy clothes, yours consisting of shorts and a tshirt, his is sweats and a hoodie

You would switch between rooms when you hung out, this week it was Tae’s room

You both settle in snuggled up against each other and watch this show you’ve been binging called Romance is a Bonus Book (this is a great k-drama I love it so much and 100 % recommend anyways back to the story >.>)

As you’re watching, you start shivering and Tae notices. He takes off his hoodie wearing a black t underneath “Arms up” he said suddenly , confused you lift your arms and he slides his hoodie on you.

“Better?” He asked with a playful smile on his face. Not facing him, you give a nod leaning back against his chest with a blush on your face, thankful he can’t see you

A few episodes later, the main characters in the show kiss and you get so excited because you’ve been rooting for them, that you turn around to gush with Tae and you find your face inches away from his

You stare into his eyes, frozen in place

His eyes wide from your proximity, you can swear you heard his breath hitch

You don’t know who moves first, but the next thing you know his lips are pressed against yours, his hand reaching up to cup your face

When you separate you both look at each other faces flushed both afraid to move

He is the first one to speak “(Y/N) I love you, I have been for years” he says while looking straight into your eyes a shy smile on his face

Never in a million years did you think you would hear those words come from your best friends mouth. All those years of what you thought was an unrequited love, turns out he’s felt the same way.

You grin and say “Tae I love you too! I didn’t want to say anything because I was too scared.”

He pulls you into him hugging you tight, “Thank goodness, I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you because of this.”

You laugh “Silly boy, you’d never be able to lose me that easily. You’re stuck with me forever!”

He pulled back from the hug eyes sparkling, “Do you mean that? You’d stay with me forever?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else.” You say snuggling back into his chest.

Jungkook:

You and Kookie have been friends for years, but you recently started dating

It has been so much fun, you both have very childish personalities, which means you get along great and enjoy hyping each other up

You go on the cutest dates, sometimes to cafes, arcades, karaoke bars, and you both enjoy stay at home dates too

One of his favorite things to do is tease you, seeing you flustered because he compliments you or joking with you over silly things makes him incredibly happy

You love seeing him smile and you don’t mind his teasing at all

Occasionally you’ll find the opportunity to tease him back

Today would make a great example of that

You were watching him play his favorite video game and he kept dying during a boss fight and you could tell he was getting irritated

While you loved watching him, you really just wanted to cuddle with him

So of course being the wonderful person you are, you decided to tease your boyfriend

“Kookie I thought you were good at video games? This boss seems to be kicking your butt.” You said watching his face a grin spreading across your face when you see his eyebrows quirk up still focused on the screen

He kept playing and when he died again you decided to stir the pot again “Ah man Kookie I thought you had it this time, you’ve died the same way like 3 times now” You say in a teasing manner

This time he sighed knowing you were trying to get his goat and smiled saying “Haha very funny (Y/N), I was so close this time, I think I know how to beat him now.”

His confidence was short lived because right as he thought he was about to make the finishing blow, the boss killed him.

He put his controller down and flopped back in his chair in defeat. So you decided to push it one more time

“Kookie I thought you said you knew how to beat him?” You said poking his cheek

His lips twitched up into a smile “Alright that’s it Princess no more mr nice Kookie” He said taking his headphones off and turning to the bed where you were sitting

“Uh oh” You said eyes going wide seeing him walk towards you

He tackled you onto the bed and started tickling you, you laughing hysterically

He was laughing with you and said “You think it’s all fun and games to tease me, now face the wrath of my tickles!”

You were laughing so hard there were tears streaming down your face “Kookie, I’m sorry I teased you, I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just so cute when you get mad.” You manage to get out between fits of laughter

After a few more moments of your tickle punishment he stops and looks at you, you are still giggling trying to catch your breath, face pink from laughing so hard, your eyelashes wet from the happy tears, and he thinks you are absolutely beautiful.

When you open your eyes you see that his face is inches above yours looking right down at you with pure adoration

Then he leans down and kisses you

The moment was so sweet and when he lifts his face you are just awestruck, so much so that a “wow” slips its way out of your mouth

Kookie snickers at you and presses another kiss to your lips and then flops down beside you to cuddle

Which you are more than happy to oblige so you snuggle up to him

“I love you so much (Y/N)” he says squeezing you tightly

“Even when I tease you?” You ask jokingly

He smirks and rolls his eyes playfully “Yes even when you tease me”

#bts scenarios #bts imagines #first kiss #jungkook #kim taehyung #jimin #fluff #bts fluff #cute #tbtssstuff #cinnamonadmin #First Kiss Maknae Line

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gettothestabbing · 4 years

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Personal: The Purple Rose (a vent about friendship issues)

You may not care to read this post, but I will show you the picture above the cut anyway. Despite the issues, the rose itself is pretty.

I may have mentioned before that I know a man who grew up in a refugee camp. He went through my latest round of training with me at work. We’ll call him FK.

FK is about ten years older than me. He’s a widower with three children and moved here from Africa for better training in our career field. We got along great in class, but I wasn’t particularly close to him or my other classmates. FK got a special assignment around Thanksgiving where he was sent to another facility as extra help. He had my number (for emergencies) and started texting me, asking about what he was missing in class. It was a friendly conversation, and ever since, FK has seen me as his “only friend.” (He knows a lot of the upper management at our workplace, but they’re quite busy, so he never sees them or gets to hang out.)

FK is a nice man - very spiritual, focused on his work, a bit silly, and likes to give people gifts despite being one of the poorest people at work. And I’ve had several friends from Africa, including a roommate in college, so I was ready for some of his cultural differences. But not all of them.

For example, he texts me in the morning and evening. Not a conversation, just a greeting and a blessing. I didn’t mind this at all until he started using “honey.” I asked him to stop and his first response was, “I don’t mean it as the world uses it.” I repeated my request and he stopped. But he started using a lot more pet names. Dear, only friend, “my chosen”, blowing-kiss emojis, my dearest one . . .

This, by the way, is a man who has repeatedly told me that he is NOT interested in dating ANYONE because he doesn’t want to disrupt his children’s lives. The youngest is five, so it’s quite a commitment. He has also repeatedly denied that using these terms “means anything.” So I was trying to ignore it, even though I wasn’t comfortable with it, because it seemed like badly communicated platonic affection.

We were supposed to hang out, when I got called into work. He asked if I could come see him briefly after his shift. When I came in, he gave me several gifts, from a can of Coke (reasonable) to a purple velvet rose that comes in its own bell jar and bell-jar-box!! (as you saw above)

He wouldn’t let me out of accepting it. It’s a pretty thing, but where in my crowded house will this thing go?? Where did he find it? Did he pay a lot for it? He also gave me an African garment with beads embroidered on it. He has a matching one. I also have no clue what to do with that.

It was very generous, but also very uncomfortable. I like gifts, but I don’t have any use for these. (There’s no context in which I’ll be able to wear that garment for example. I don’t even know its name.) He’s given me plastic bags and cashews before, and even those I said he didn’t need to give me. This is like six levels beyond that.

The next day, his text reads, “I feel to miss you than any time and ... I wish I can hear at least your voice this evening 🤭 if is possible”. And I had had enough. I like this man. He’s a good friend, but the clingy behavior and inappropriate words and gifts have to stop.

I tried to explain this to him three times. He didn’t get angry, but his responses showed that he either doesn’t understand what I’m saying or he thinks I’m just irrationally upset and is trying to smooth things over. The former is possible, if I’m being generous, and the latter is very annoying. Because my texts are not a garbled mess or super emotional. They’re clear and fairly concise. But responses like “Don’t think a lot” and “But be comfortable and I won’t took you in uncomfortable conditions” are just . . . acting like it’s my fault that he’s made me feel uncomfortable? I said good night. I need to have this talk with him face-to-face because he just won’t understand over text.

I didn’t raise the issue for a long while because I didn’t want to be insensitive. He’s an ESL speaker, he hasn’t been in this country very long (since July I believe), and his behavior doesn’t strike me as stalkerish or dangerous. But it’s really gone on long enough.

This man is planning to bring his children over as soon as he can. He’s trying to find a permanent, legal home here. So he needs to understand that, even if his behavior is appropriate for his own culture, here it is not. (And I question even if it’s appropriate there - when I asked my dad’s advice, he was convinced that FK is in love with me and doesn’t realize it, which isn’t very likely, but it might explain some of the gifts and names.) If he wants to assimilate properly, he needs to know more about American cultural boundaries. And honestly, if he really wants us to be friends, I can’t be the only person respecting his space and needs. I need reciprocation. Otherwise it’s not really much of a friendship.

#pers com #personal #I've reached a point where I'm more comfortable discussing stuff like this online #because while my blog is an archive it's also my blog and I neglect that aspect of it a lot out of shyness #I tend to keep it all in the tags #but out of respect for my IRL best friend who has plenty of her own stuff going on I'm trying to find other outlets #so that she doesn't feel like my emotional babysitter all the time

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bytheangell · 5 years

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This is the Coda that Never Ends... Part 10

(read on AO3) (read from the beginning)

Clarissa has no idea what she’s doing in this part of town. She hasn’t stopped wandering the streets ever since Maia kicked her out of the… whatever that place was. It didn’t have a name on the outside and she knew it wasn’t the Jade Wolf anymore, but she doesn’t know what it’s turning into. Another restaurant, that much was obvious to Clarissa from her short time inside. She hadn’t even bothered to ask the girl who was nice enough to let her stay despite the fact that she knows how crazy she sounded showing up out of the blue like that.

Clarissa imagines she’ll find out when it opens, because there’s not a chance in hell she’s going back there any time soon. Probably not even once it opens, because how can she show her face around Maia after whatever that was?

The symbol she drew seems burned onto her brain, and it isn’t the only one. What does it mean? Where did it come from? Was it offensive, and that’s why Maia reacted the way she had? Clarissa thinks she should know but it’s all just out of reach and her head starts to ache every time she thinks about it for more than a few seconds. It’s probably a blessing in disguise that Maia kicked her out because the longer she stared at the thing she painted the stronger the dull throbbing behind her temples grew.

She feels a little better now, the air cool against her skin. She runs her fingers through her hair to get out some dried-up chips of paint while she walks. She started walking just to distance herself at first but it quickly becomes apparent that she isn’t walking back towards school, or her dorm. When she passes by all of her usual food or coffee stops a part of her registers that she doesn’t know where she’s going, she’s just walking.

...except that isn’t quite true, is it? This doesn’t feel like aimless wandering and that scares her even more than the idea of getting herself properly lost in the city, because while nothing in this area looks familiar to her it all feels familiar.

The sound of her phone ringing shakes her from her thoughts. It’s Rebecca, her roommate, and she almost doesn’t answer it; the only reason she does is so Rebecca doesn’t get worried and send out a search party for her or something.

“What’s up?” Clarissa asks, feet continuing to carry her forward. As she walks she’s positive she sees a guy and a girl with tattoos just like the guy from the art show - Jace, she remembers. Just like Jace’s tattoos. She feels the ache begin in her temples again and ignores it. “Actually, I’m glad you called. Remember the guy from the show last night?”

She hears Rebecca try not to laugh. “You mean your imaginary biker boy?”

“He’s real,” Clary states with conviction. Is she trying to convince herself, or Rebecca? She chased the guy outside, found out (or more like remembered) his name, and then he was gone. Except not a single other person at the show remembers seeing him; even the people who tried to stop her as she ran out of the building because she looked upset claimed they just saw her running out alone. “He was there. I touched his tattoo.”

“I’m just saying,” Rebecca says conversationally, her words drawn out as forgets for a moment that she’s the one who called to say something, not the other way around. “If there was a guy there matching that description, I’d remember.” Clarissa can hear her roommate sigh, no doubt conjuring the mental image of her description of Jace and rolls her eyes. “Anyway, why are you asking?”

“I could’ve sworn I just saw two people with the same tattoos he had. What if they’re in some sort of secret organization? Or a gang?”

“That’d be hot,” Rebecca says without missing a beat, and Clary rolls her eyes again. “Anyway, enough about him. I have the best news, ’Rissa! You’re never going to guess!” There’s an almost palpable excitement in the girl’s tone that sounds through the phone.

“Tell me you finally got the nerve to ask Jessie out and she said yes,” Clarissa guesses, deciding to embrace the distraction of her roommate’s call rather than fixating on what has to be a coincidence with the thick black tattoos.

“What?! Absolutely not! She came by the exhibition last night and I barely managed to remember the word ‘thanks’ when she complimented my watercolor. And you think I can string an entire sentence together?” The voice over the phone concludes with a laugh.

“Welp, I’m out of guesses then. What is it?” Clarissa asks, half-listening to her roommate and half-focused on the fact that the area around her is getting real sketchy, real fast.

“Someone just bought all of you artwork.”

Clarissa stops walking. “You’re joking.”

“Why would I joke about that?! The sale was huge, easily the biggest we’ve made all year from any of the exhibitions, let alone one artist. Congratulations!!” Clarissa listens for any sign of jealousy, or a hint that this is just a prank to get her hopes up. But Rebecca isn’t like that and she has no reason to start now.

“All of them?” Clarissa repeats, incredulous. Her steps slow as she walks, trying to process that. “Who was it?”

Rebecca makes a noncommittal noise over the phone. “Anonymous purchase. Left you a nice note, though. I’ll bring it back to the room so you don’t have to come by the gallery’s office for it.”

“Thanks,” Clarissa says, the word sounding breathless. This changes everything. All of her concerns over getting a place after graduation when her scholarship ran out were solved in one fell swoop, at least for the first few months. It’s a better start than she hoped for previously, putting serious consideration into budgeting just how long through the summer months she could stretch food money if she didn’t mind sofa surfing around a few friends’ apartments.

She stops walking then, not because of the news she just heard, but because she’s here.

Here, it seems, is an abandoned church on Deighton. The windows are cracked, vines creep up the sides of the building nearly to the top of the tallest points, and broken stairs lead up to a set of doors. Everything around her is overgrown, as if it hadn't been tended to in months, years probably.

“Hey, I have to go,” she says suddenly. “I’ll see you back in the room later, you can fill me in on the mystery buyer then.” She doesn’t wait for a reply before hanging up and slipping her cell phone into her pocket.

This is fine. It’s the middle of the day so there’s some light despite the cloudy sky, the only small comfort she seems to find. The street is inexplicably empty of any passersby, she realizes, as if people are intentionally avoiding it. Maybe they are, considering the vague sense of being watched she feels despite the lack of eyes around her. Looking straight up she stares at a window, one that’s empty and shadowed.

She feels like she’s been here before.

She feels like she’s meant to be here now.

That feeling drives her forward, taking several steps toward the decrepit building with a renewed sense of determination, only to pause at the foot of the stairs. This is insane. What if this is some sort of meth house? What if she walks in on a drug deal with armed gang members or something? Suddenly the dull ache from before pings across her forehead in a sting of discomfort which lingers this time, making it difficult to focus.

She turns and takes a few steps back, pauses, and begins pacing back and forth in front of the building. Every last rational thought in her mind begs her to turn and walk away before something goes wrong, like with Maia today or when she tried to talk to Jace the night before. So far her instincts have brought her nothing but trouble, and to walk into this place alone will certainly be the height of her poor life choices.

She stares up at the building again but for a moment she doesn’t see a neglected and a damaged facade: for a moment she sees an impressive structure with shining stained glass windows. She sees two people walk past her who definitely were not there a moment ago, walking straight through the now-open doors doors, and for a second she catches a glimpse of a long, bright hallway. And then just as quickly it’s gone, the doors shut again, the cracks and vines and worn down stone in place in front of her.

“What the…” she mutters, blinking a few times in shock. She saw that. She definitely saw that. She can already hear Rebecca calling her crazy again when she goes back to their room and tells her about this… but maybe not if she has proof this time. Her head is throbbing now but she resolutely ignores it in her newfound determination, pulling her phone out to get a photo this time.

Clarissa walks towards the stairs again, up one and then another, before that brief flicker of another building creeps into the edges of her vision, just out of sight. It’s as if it’s lurking in her periphery, gone every time she turns to look. But she tries anyway, focusing in on it, staring not at what she can see but what she feels as if she should see…

The dull aching in her head quickly turns into a steady pounding of her pulse behind her temples, so loud it’s almost deafening. A second later her head is in her hands and she’s doubled over, vision swimming.

She thinks she feels a hand on her shoulder but she can’t be certain before her vision stops spinning and fades to black entirely, consumed by the dark relief of unconsciousness.

#clary fray #clarissa fairchild #shadowhunters #jace herondale #I'm so excited for this to start to come together now!! <3 #WRITING CLARISSA OUT WAS THE WEIRDEST THING OKAY #but i wanted the idea of her going by her full name again #preferring it and maybe just using 'clary' for her art stuff since it's catchier/sells better?#so here we are #elle writes a few deadbeat lines

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boutsofbanter · 6 years

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The Contemplation of a Ghost

A/N: Or as it's titled in my docs, "Patton what did Logan tell you smh." This was supposed to be a short little thing for the Spoopy Sides AU by @beeswaxbuffoon but I got carried away and it's been like a month since I started writing this (life gets in the way too much, I do not appreciate it).

~*~*~*~*

Occasionally, Roman will get…flashes. Sudden images of his own death that force themselves into his head and refuse to leave him alone.

Of course, he remembers how he died. How could he not? It was so recent, his favorite place on earth burned to the ground in a fiery inferno with himself still inside…But it all happened so, so quickly. He’s not even sure how it started. It could have been an outlet with one too many plugs, a reckless stage crew member smoking, faulty wiring in the lights or sound equipment, any number of things. All he knows is that once the curtains had caught fire, the entire stage burst into flames.

Roman remembers screaming, running, the sounds of his friends and coworkers panicking as they left the theater by any means necessary. He had been…trapped? Maybe? Did he…go back for something? Was he hurt somehow and unable to leave? It’s all a blur, a blur of lights, stage makeup, and heatheatyelloworangeredfirefirefireburningburningpainhelppainburning.

Then nothing.

The flashes give him a glimpse into his own untimely demise, and for that he is grateful, but they also have an…unfortunate side effect.

As a ghost, Roman is prone to wailing. Ghosts typically begin to wail, or sometimes sing hauntingly, when they contemplate their death or become particularly depressed. (At least, he thinks that’s what happens. He hasn’t met any other ghosts, but based on what Logan’s told him and the others, what he does is completely normal and even healthy for him).

(Being not-human is weird).

But he digresses. When he first died and was still tied to the ashes of the theater, he was caught in a near-constant state of wailing. There were times when he’d sing songs from productions they’d held at that theater, but he would often become too upset to carry the tune, and he’d dissolve into cries again. Fortunately, once the others found him, bless their souls (if they even have souls…he should ask Logan), he found reasons to embrace his afterlife and move on from his own death. He’s been incredibly happy with Logan, Patton, and Virgil keeping him company and welcoming him into their family of supernatural spirits.

But…he can’t completely forget how he ended up here. There are still times (more times than he would care to admit) when he needs to cry and wallow in his own misery. The flashes bring it on more than anything. When he’s confronted with impossible-to-ignore images of burning wood, flaming fabric, and blistering flesh…he can’t keep himself from crying out in pain and suffering. It hurts his heart, knowing that it bothers the others. Especially Patton. He still remembers the first time he wailed once he moved in with them…

~*~*~*~*

This is wonderful! I don’t have to be alone anymore!

Logan, Patton, and Virgil. My new roommates. A vampire, a werewolf, and a shoddily-put-together lab experiment. Hah, if only my friends could see me now, I’m living the story!

My friends…my friends…I can never see them again…

I left the only place that ties me to them, the last place I saw them, the last place I ever performed, where I rehearsed for hours upon hours, sang endlessly, acted ceaselessly…

It’s all over now…

“Roman? Roman! Are you—”

“Stop! Do not touch him, do not even contemplate engaging in conversation with him!”

Patton? Logan?

“Why!? We can’t just…just leave him like that!”

“Apologies, Patton…you cannot comfort him right now. He needs to do this, it’s healthy for ghosts who died in a similar manner to him…”

Healthy? How is this awful feeling healthy? Oh god, I’m dead, I died, it burnt to rubble and ruins…

“How can that possibly be good for him?”

“It is hard to explain, Patton. Just know that it would be far worse if you were to intervene. Roman must…‘ride it out,’ so to speak.”

“Okay…”

~*~*~*~*

After that, Logan had explained the benefits of ghostly wailing in regards to the ghost’s specific instance of death, and none of the others had tried anything when they heard him wail. Roman’s grateful, of course, he only wishes he didn’t have to hurt them so. And he’ll admit that it isn’t exactly a trip to Disneyland for him either.

Wailing is…well, it’s odd. Once Roman is in the midst of a fit, his mind filters out everything else. Sometimes voices will pierce the veil (ohmygod, he has to remember that one for Virgil later), but he can’t see or hear much throughout. His tear ducts are magically transformed into a bottomless well, it’s a bit ridiculous. The tears will cover his vision and float off the surface of his skin, little ghosts of their own. His stage makeup bleeds down his face, dripping in mascara flakes and eyeliner smudges, leaving his cheeks permanently tattooed with black trails. And his voice: it becomes several times louder than normal, and the wail builds in waves upon waves of sadness, remorse, and longing. It echoes in his head, and while he can hear the depressing thoughts chase each other through his mind, they’re only able to escape and become physical in the form of wordless cries.

Thank goodness for that, he wouldn’t want the others to hear them; Roman himself doesn’t particularly care for them.

It is cleansing, though. He doesn’t see it in the moment (he can’t see anything in the moment), but after his sobs die out and his tears dissipate, he feels so light and empty. In a good way. He guesses Logan knows what he’s talking about (duh, he’s been around for hundreds and hundreds of years, Roman would be surprised if he wasn’t bursting at the seams with knowledge).

Internal-monologuing aside (Virgil would call him a nerd if he’d heard any of that), Roman is currently curled up in an armchair by the window, watching the rain streak the glass. It’s a soothing storm, which he’s more than grateful for. Thunder and lightning make Patton anxious sometimes and no one in this house is happy when Patton is sad.

Roman hums quietly, something vaguely familiar, but he can’t for the life (well, after-life) of him place a name on it. His thoughts branch out randomly. He briefly contemplates floating outside to sing dramatically in the rain, but decides against it for fear of being cliche. He wonders if Virgil and Patton have fallen asleep, they usually curl up and watch movies when it rains, occasionally passing out on the floor or the couch. He mentally notes that they need to pick up more Crofters the next time they go out, he noticed that they only had one jar left earlier and he doesn’t want Logan to run out and have to resort to blood.

Sighing contentedly, Roman decides to go check on Patton and Virgil. He shifts into a more transparent form and sinks through the floor, far too lazy to walk. He finds them curled up on the rug, Patton’s wolf form wrapped around Virgil, who has two handfuls of Patton-fur and his face buried in Patton’s undoubtedly warm neck. Roman chuckles, shaking his head fondly at the pair. Logan must have come by before, there’s a blanket draped over them and the popcorn bowl was moved to the table to avoid being knocked over.

For someone supposedly so stoic, Logan definitely has his soft side.

Roman’s eyes drift to the TV, still on but with the volume significantly lowered. It looks like Patton and Virgil were watching movies on cable instead of on the DVD player, there’s a commercial about some sort of cleaning product playing. Roman grabs the remote and is about to shut off the TV when the scheduled program comes back on and piques his interest. It’s some sort of crime show, he’s not sure which one, but the main character has just been informed of a new death in a series of related crimes.

By a serial arsonist. Of course, what else?

His hand very suddenly becomes less corporeal and the remote clatters to the ground, thankfully not waking either of the sleeping supernaturals nearby. He wouldn’t want them to see him shaking with his eyes locked on the screen. The protagonist arrives at the scene of the murder, a burned-out apartment building. It was supposed to be abandoned, but apparently some homeless man was hiding inside and was trapped when the arsonist set the place ablaze. The body appeared, shoved in a bodybag but still visible. Its face was burned beyond recognition, skin black and bones charred where there was no skin to cover them. Roman’s stomach sunk and he felt like puking, though he couldn’t possibly have anything in his body to expel.

That’s what my body must’ve looked like.

He wouldn’t know, his bag was shut when he appeared in the rubble of the theater.

The I-need-to-throw-up feeling from before surges up, causing Roman to double over and choke on air. He’s full-ghost, he shouldn’t be able to feel much of anything at all, but his skin burns and his heart aches and his stomach rolls and he feels like dying all over again.

A wail rapidly builds up in his throat and he slaps both hands over his mouth to stop the sound from escaping. There’s movement in his peripheral vision and Roman glances over to see Patton shifting beneath Virgil’s limp form, an almost distressed look on his dog-like face. He huffs and then slips into a deeper sleep once again, and Roman lets out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. He can’t wail here, they’ll hear it and startle awake and Virgil will be scared and Patton will be worried and he won’t be able to reassure them and they won’t be able to do anything but watch and listen.

Roman simply cannot do that to them.

Whimpers and sobs try to force their way between his fingers, but he stays firm as he frantically rushes out of the living room and into the basement, praying that it will be far enough away for them not to hear. He’d go to his room (sound-proofed for this specific reason), but he can’t force himself to float up. His body merely sinks into the spacious room below the house, typically used for storage and therefore empty of anything comforting, which further worsens his mood.

Trying to physically seal his mouth shut doesn’t work for long, it never does, and the wail that Roman has suppressed breaks free with vicious revenge for being stifled. Roman cries in earnest, everything hurting so damn much that he can hardly stand it. His body curls in on itself, hands clenched over his heart to keep it from shattering under the weight of how utterly hopeless and lonely he feels.

His vision is quickly compromised by the tears that stream from his eyes and he can’t seem to remember where he is or who he is or what’s happening to him, he only registers suffering.

Then the thoughts make an appearance.

I died like that, just like him, I burned and burned and burned, turned black and completely unrecognisable.

My friends had to see that, my parents had to see that, everyone had to see that.

Or maybe no one did. Maybe I’m just like the theater, disgusting and abandoned, unlovable and meant to be lonely forever. They probably don’t care to visit my grave, wherever it is, if they even decided to bury my husk of a body.

God, I’m so lonely, I’m all alone, and I’ll always be alone. I’m stuck here for eternity, utterly helpless and forever alone…

No one loves me.

I don’t deserve love, I’m just a ghost, a spirit that was never meant to go on existing…

Muffled sounds, they’re drowned out by the voices in his head.

Weak, pathetic, selfish, vain, worthlessworthlessworthless

“...man! Please! Snap ou…”

This isn’t real, I’m not real…

Something wraps around his body, constricting him, trapping him, setting his burning skin on fire all over again. Oh, it hurts, it hurts so so bad.

He’s suddenly slammed into reality. Everything becomes much too clear much too fast, where it was all vague and distant before. Cries turn to screams as the walls of the basement close in around him, trapping him even more than the thing twisted around his body. The boxes shake and the things stacked on storage shelves along the walls clatter to the ground, only adding to the chaos.

The thing holding him captive grips tighter and he trembles because he can feel it with such fucking clarity it’s maddening. He shouldn’t feel anything, he’s dead, he doesn’t have anything left to feel!

It shushes him and he can’t take it, he can’t take a single shred of calm in the center of all the mayhem.

“This isn’t real! I’m not real you’re not real none of this is real I’m not real I’m not I’m not I’m nothing and I don’t exist!”

He shrieks louder than he ever has and his voice echoes, rattling everything around him.

The thing’s touch finally goes away and he screams in horror, seeing himself standing there. Only it isn’t him, it’s his body, his charred and broken body, hardly anything left of the person he once was. He can’t believe that the thing in front of him was ever human, that it was ever a part of the real world, that he was ever a part of the real world.

It jumps away from him, appearing to be frightened, and runs away to the hell that it came from.

He wants to be relieved, but he only feels painpainpainpain.

~*~*~*~*

It’s been days.

Days since Roman had been calmly musing about his state of being and his death before casually floating downstairs to check on his housemates. Days since he’d caught sight of the screen playing some unknown show. Days since he’d seen an undoubtedly fake but seemingly so realistic body, one that was burned to death, trapped in a building much like he himself had been. Days since he’d gone to the basement to wail. Days since he’d been interrupted. Days since he’d felt the worst pain since his actual death.

It was Patton who found him, of course it was. Patton, sweet and innocent and kind, who knew that he wasn’t supposed to touch Roman, but who couldn’t resist reaching out to comfort, to heal.

Roman didn’t blame him, not in the slightest. Patton only wanted to help, how could Roman possibly be angry with him? For caring about him? For trying to help? He’d be a heartless fool to be mad. But Patton didn’t see it that way.

Although, he supposes he doesn’t know how Patton sees it, since he hasn’t seen Patton in almost a week. After realizing what he’d done, Patton hasn’t been able to face Roman at all. He’s sure that Roman hates him, which couldn’t be further from the truth, but no reassurances from Virgil or Logan have changed his mind. Roman keeps trying to corner the stupid werewolf, but he’s staying decidedly out of the way.

Roman just wants to talk to him.

“Still moping, I see.”

“Virgil,” Roman acknowledges. Said being flops down beside him on the couch, sighing as he does so. Roman lays his head on Virgil’s shoulder and he feels a hand rest on his knee in kind.

“You know he doesn’t mean to hurt you, right?” Virgil says softly.

“Of course I know that, Franken-emo. I still feel terrible about it all, though. I just wish he’d talk to me so I could tell him that it’s alright,” Roman laments.

“Hey, I get it. But don’t beat yourself up about him feeling bad. You’ve tried to talk to him and he won’t let you. I love Pat more than anything, but even I can see that he’s being dumb about this. As if you would ever hate him, as if anyone would ever hate him,” Virgil scoffs.

Roman agrees wholeheartedly. Patton’s like a precious puppy, literally, it’d be insane to dislike him.

“Maybe Logan will convince him to actually listen to you. He came ranting into my room last night about how ridiculous and illogical Patton is being about this whole situation. All, ‘what does Patton think, that he can just avoid him forever? They live in the same house! Also, it’s Patton, honestly, he must have lost his human processing skills, there’s only copious amounts of fluff in his brain!’ and blah blah blah.” Virgil rolls his eyes after his admittedly decent impersonation of their resident vampire, and Roman laughs.

“Maybe,” Roman smiles up at Virgil, “Thanks, Virge.”

“Don’t thank me yet, we don’t know if Patton is actually gonna use those big dog ears for something,” Virgil warns, but still squeezes Roman’s knee comfortingly.

Quiet settles in the living room and Roman is relishing the calm of the moment when a door slams open upstairs.

Virgil jumps and Roman can feel his companion trembling from the sudden loud noise. They hear voices, Logan’s and Patton’s, one sounding frustrated and demanding, the other meek and somewhat-protesting. Specific words are not to be heard, but Roman hears something along the lines of Logan forcing Patton out of his room. Then there’s two sets of footsteps---or well, one set of feet and one set of paws---coming down the stairs. Roman perks up hopefully when he sees Patton’s furry legs and tail dragging reluctantly along. He may not want to be here, but at least he is.

The pair comes into full view, Logan’s hand gently but insistently gripping Patton’s forearm. Patton refuses to meet the eyes of anyone in the room, and his ears are angled low in shame and distress, but he’s finally here and maybe Roman can actually get a word in this time.

“Virgil, would you mind accompanying me upstairs? The stitches on your left arm look as if they could use reinforcing and I left my sewing kit in my room,” Logan says lightly.

Virgil’s stitches are fine, Roman’s pretty sure Logan just redid them two days ago, but he nods in understanding and gets up. “Sure, Lo.”

The two head upstairs after Logan sends an encouraging look Roman’s way and a somewhat threatening one Patton’s way, similar to the look a mother sends her misbehaving child when they disobey an order. Roman suppresses a giggle, knowing that he’ll only have one shot at speaking with Patton about this.

Said lycanthrope is hunched over, hugging his arms close to his body with his tail curled around his feet. He looks as though he’s prepared to be yelled at, not wanting to hear it but knowing that he deserves it. Roman softens at the sight of him and sighs.

“Patton, would you come sit with me please?” he asks, gesturing to the cushions beside him.

Reluctant shuffling brings Patton closer to Roman than he’s been in nearly a week, and the way he sits on the couch looks hesitant and tense, as if he’s prepared to bolt the moment he does something wrong. Roman takes a deep breath and weighs his words carefully, “Hey padre, I’ve…really missed seeing your fluffy hide around the house.”

Patton whimpers, “I don’t know why you would, after what happened. Roman, I-I’m so sorry. I’m so so SO sorry, I really didn’t mean to hurt you or make it worse, I just wanted to help, you looked so miserable crying by yourself in the basement…” he shakes his head sadly, “But that’s no excuse, is it? Logan already explained why we’re not supposed to touch you or interrupt you when you’re wailing or in a trance, I knew I wasn’t supposed to, but I did it anyways. I’m…I’m really sorry, kiddo, and I understand why you’re mad. You have every right to be, to h-hate me, and if you want to yell at me I won’t object.”

He looks like a kicked puppy and Roman could almost cry.

“Patton, will you look at me?”

It takes several tense moments, but Patton’s head eventually turns up and his big sad eyes meet Roman’s. He looks scared and regretful at first, then confused when he doesn’t find anger in Roman’s own.

“I’m not mad, Patton. Of course I’m not, what a ridiculous idea. You just wanted to help me, you were trying to be comforting and supportive, how could I possibly be angry with you for that?” Roman’s tone is soft and reassuring. He doesn’t want Patton to think he hates him, that just hurts too much.

“B-but I made it so much more painful for you! Everything started…shaking and it felt so small and dark in that basement. And your face…“ Patton trails off, shuddering at the memory.

“My face? What about it?” He knows his makeup runs and looks positively horrendous (an insult to his skills, honestly) when he’s in such a state, but Patton’s seen that before.

“It was…I don’t know how to describe it. It moved like your bottom half in ghost form, and you, you didn’t have eyes, or a mouth or anything. It was just…vaguely the shape of your head and gaping black holes,” Patton finishes, looking haunted at the memory.

Roman blinks. “Well, I guess the smudged makeup is preferable to that.”

“You have a promising career as a horror actor, Ro,” Patton jokes half-heartedly, trying to lighten the mood.

Roman chuckles, “I suppose I do.” He focuses on the issue at hand again, needing Patton to understand that it’s alright. “Patton, I promise I’m truly not mad. The me when I’m in a trance like that, it’s not really my rational self. I overreacted because I couldn’t think straight.” He was tempted to add that he never thinks straight, but figured it wouldn’t be appropriate when he’s trying to convince Patton that he’s serious.

“You looked so scared when you saw me, though,” Patton points out, sounding self-deprecating, which really doesn’t suit him. Patton deserves to be happy and healthy and most of all feeling loved at all times.

“It wasn’t you that I saw.”

He does the confused-dog-head-tilt thing that melts Roman’s heart. “What did you see?”

A memory comes to the front of his mind and he quickly shoves it back. “Not important. Just know that what scared me wasn’t you, I had no idea you were even there, trying to help. I swear to you, Patton, I love you very much and I could never in a million years be angry at you for anything, especially when you’re trying to be comforting.”

Roman holds his arms open expectantly, hoping he finally got through to him. Patton’s eyes widen and he whines before practically jumping into Roman’s arms. He’s chanting apologies and Roman hugs him tightly, shushing him all the while. There’s absolutely nothing to forgive.

Logan and Virgil returned after a while, and Logan lightly slapped Patton upside the head for being a stubborn idiot. Virgil yelled at Logan for hitting Patton, Roman laughed, and Patton pulled them all into a group hug. Roman couldn’t have stopped smiling if he tried, and he was more grateful than ever that they’d found him and welcomed him into their home.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 6 years

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Getting Along

Request: Could you do a Jensen x Reader where the Reader puts an ad for a new roommate. Jensen calls and the Reader accepts, but later regrets it because all they do is bicker and fight over mundane things so she tries to annoy him so he can move out?

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Life tip, don’t be an ass to your roommate if you ever have one. Talk stuff out like adults...

“Hello?” you said, walking over to your computer the second you picked up the phone. Hopefully this one would be an okay fit.

“Hi. I’m Jensen and I saw your ad for a roommate? I was staying at my friend’s place but he’s back in town so I’m looking to get in somewhere fast,” he said.

“Um, I’m not sure how comfortable I am with a male roommate,” you said.

“Oh, the ad didn’t specify,” he said. “Should I just hang up at this point or-”

“Did you send me your credit score? And a W-2?” you asked, looking through your emails.

“Well, if we’re roommates then I have to prove I’m going to split the rent somehow, right?” he asked.

“Your occupation says you’re an actor,” you said. He hummed and you cocked your head, reading through the rest of his application. “I want two months of your share of the rent upfront.”

“That seems fair. The guy thing doesn’t bother you now?” he asked.

“Meet me in the lobby in an hour. We’ll see if it does or not.”

“You’re all settled in?” you asked, Jensen pouring a glass of water for himself in the kitchen.

“Yeah. It’s mostly clothes. I don’t need a lot. I’m only here for about nine months a year and go home as often as I can so I won’t be in your hair too much,” he said.

“Well, I like this apartment but can’t afford it on my own. The view is to die for,” you said, Jensen nodding his head.

“You can see the harbor from here. I got work early so I think I’m going to call it a night. Goodnight Y/N,” he said with a friendly smile.

“Goodnight Jensen.”

“Oh my fucking...” you said as you sat up in bed, glaring at your door as you finally heard the apartment door open and shut. “You noisy mother...”

You knew his schedule was a little unique. He’d been upfront about that at the start. You just hoped with a few subtle hints he’d get with the program that not everyone in the house had to wake up at 5:30 for work.

“Um, Y/N?” asked Jensen on Sunday night, just as you were heading into your room for the night. He’d gotten home ten minutes ago, waking you up from where you’d fallen asleep on the couch. You’d already decided no way in hell were you going to figure out when he would and wouldn’t be home.

“Yeah?” you asked, rubbing your eye, trying to make him get on with it.

“I don’t want to sound crass or anything but you, uh, could you not use up all the hot water? Or turn up the TV so loud at night? My room’s right on the other side and I’m normally pretty beat by the time I get home,” he said.

“Excuse me?” you said, his arms crossing as he squinted. “How about you learn to be quieter in the morning and at night and to not eat my freaking Ben and Jerry’s. I have stressful days too ya know.”

“Alright. We’ll both be quiter and try to be more respectful of our shared spaces, agreed?” he said.

“Fine with me,” you said, heading to your room without saying goodnight.

The next morning when you woke up to him banging around in the kitchen you nearly lost it.

“Dude! I said quiet! I have the day off and I kind of wanted to sleep in,” you said, Jensen cocking his head.

“I think you’re being a little melodramatic, Y/N. I was being quiet, just like you asked,” he said.

“You don’t even need to cook breakfast. You get it for free at work,” you said.

“Well I don’t have work until noon today so I have to make it myself,” he said.

“Oh, you poor thing,” you said. Jensen put the pan down he was about to use and took a deep breath. “Be quieter.”

“Buy some damn ear plugs. It’s not my fault you’re a light sleeper,” he said.

You rolled your eyes and went back to bed, shoving your pillow over your head to try and fall back asleep. He was loud, ate whatever was in the fridge without question as to who it belonged to, took over the living room anytime he was home and had a tendency to blare his workout music at all hours of the day.As he fussed about again, you felt yourself getting more and more annoyed before it hit you.

You just had to annoy him back until he decided he wanted out.

“Y/N,” said Jensen a few days later. “We don’t have any hot water. Again.”

“Do I look like a plumber?” you asked, glancing up from your book you were reading on the couch.

“Can you please try to save me some hot water from now on? I’m having a hard week and I’d like to be able to come home and relax a little,” he said.

“Sure thing Jensen,” you said, flipping the page.

The next night when he got home, you figured he was going to flip out when there wasn’t any hot water. Maybe he’d yell a little, just enough where it’d be awkward from then on out and he’d want to move out and fast. But him plopping down on the couch, staring blankly out the dark window at the harbor was not at all what you were expecting.

“I asked you to save me some water,” he said quietly.

“Slipped my mind. Sorry,” you said, glancing up to look at him properly for the first time in days. He looked exhausted. His eyes were a little red and puffy but he gave no other indication that he’d gotten upset. “Are you alright?”

“It’s just a really hard episode we’re filming this week. The last scene tonight was rough,” he said quietly again, not bothering to look at you. “I know you don’t like me. I’ll move out if you want but give me a couple days.”

“Alright, Jensen. I can do that,” you said.

The next night when Jensen got home late, close to nine, you knew you’d broken your number one ground rule. He didn’t go in your room, you didn’t go in his. But you had to in order to leave him his gift.

You stayed in your room that night, hearing a light knock about an hour later before you told him it was alright to come in.

“Hey,” he said, running his hand through his damp hair. “Thanks for the hot water...and the girly spa stuff. It uh, helped.”

“You’re welcome,” you said. “You’ve got a nice jetted jub in there. You should use it.”

“Thanks for making me dinner too,” he said. “It tasted really good.”

“You’re tired, it’s fine,” you said, Jensen nodding his head, pulling out a few sheets of paper from behind his back. “I don’t know what your budget is but those all have nice harbor views. If you still want to move out that is.”

“Don’t you want me to move out?” he asked.

“Not really. I don’t want you to feel shitty because of me either. Yesterday you just looked so tired. I know you’re filming some hard stuff or something right now and you want to come home and forget about it but I just piled onto it and I’m sorry for that, Jensen,” you said.

“I...could have been quieter. I’m used to living alone. Or I could at least try to give you a heads up of when I’ll be in and out more,” he said.

“You aren’t a bad roommate. You have a steady job, you don’t smoke, you have one or two beers a night at most, you pay and are tidy. Maybe we both just need to figure out how to live with another person again,” you said.

“I’d like to try if you’re willing to,” he said. You gave him a friendly smile and he nodded his head. “Maybe we can even be friends.”

“I’d like that. You look better with a smile Jensen,” you said. He rolled his eyes but laughed. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Hey, Y/N, we got leftover pizza and wings in the fridge if you want some,” said Jensen when you walked home after work on Friday. You took off your shoes and peered over at the couch to spot another person sitting there. “This is Jared. I hope you don’t mind I invited a friend over.”

“No, that’s cool,” you said. “He’s the other guy in the show, right?”

“That’s me,” he said, standing up.

“Holy crap and I thought Jensen was tall,” you said, eyes wide.

“We can’t all be so blessed,” said Jared. “You guys worked out your problems I see? Jensen thoguht he was going to have to crash on my couch for the next month.”

“We came to a compromise,” you said. “Treating each other more like friends really helps.”

“Sure does. I’m even allowed her ice cream with permision now,” said Jensen.

“Oh, don’t let him turn you into putty in his hands, Y/N. You got to make him work for it a little,” said Jared.

“Work for what?” you asked, Jensen shrugging, just as confused as you.

“You’ll figure it out eventually,” said Jared. “So, Jay, when you inviting Y/N to a con? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the excuse for a free vacation.”

“Jared, we’re friends but we’re not quite ready to be taking vacations with each other,” you said. “Right Jensen?”

“We barely can handle three hours a day in the same apartment. A whole weekend might kill us both,” said Jensen.

“Uh huh,” said Jared, slapping Jensen on the back. “I got to run and catch my flight. It was nice meeting you Y/N. I hope I see more of you around.”

“You too Jared,” you said, Jensen making faces as Jared’s back as he left. “He’s funny.”

“He’s a little shit, that’s what he is. Sorry, he gets so easily excited. Think of the biggest puppy you’ve ever met in your life and that’s him,” said Jensen.

“No worries. I got free pizza after all,” you said. “Although would hanging out for a weekend really kill you? I thought we were trying to get to know each other.”

“I don’t have any plans for this one if you want to hang out,” he said. “Or not, that’s cool too.”

“We could go out tomorrow night, do something fun?” you asked.

“Sure. It sounds like a date.”

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luci-in-trenchcoats-fluff · 6 years

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Getting Along

A/N: Originally posted on @luci-in-trenchcoats

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Life tip, don’t be an ass to your roommate if you ever have one. Talk stuff out like adults…