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rosie-moons · 3 years

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Beauty and the Beast 1 {} Tale as Old as Time || myg

~Pairing: worstboyfriendever!yoongi x travelenthusiast!reader

~Genre: Angst with a sprinkle of fluff

~Word Count: 3.4k

~Warnings: yoongi being the worst boyfriend 😥😥😥, reader crying 😔😔😔, very cliche scenes, a breakup (not the major part though), yoongi crying 😢😢😢, yoongi cheating on reader (YOONGI I SWORE IF YOU HURT OUR OC LIKE THIS I WOULD PUNCH YOU TILL YOU BLEED but you’re saved for the sake of this story 😡😡😡), reader being too forgiving, swearing

~A/N: well. i just had to give you guys angst after dp, didn't i? i know yoongi's stupid in here but pls don't get mad at him bc he's my bb and i love him too much 🥺. also HOMOPHOBES STAY AWAY, CHOHEE AND NARI ARE MY BABES AND I'LL PROTECT THEM NO MATTER WHAT!

~''~

In your relationship, Yoongi had always been the beast.

Missing dates, drinking at the bar and getting wasted almost every night, overall just fucking around… it was common sense that this was what boyfriends were supposed to do, right?

“Right.” was what you always thought- that boys were uncaring and stupid and undeserving of any love.

Well, any love except for yours.

Somehow, Yoongi always thought that you didn't deserve him, that you were the ugly, cold-hearted beast, that you were supposed to love him without anything in return.

And you always thought he was right; forgiving him after his sobbing apologies again and again, taking care of him after drunken nights again and again, convincing yourself that he really did love you again and again- until you decided this couldn’t go on.

No, you had a life outside of Yoongi.

You had dreams.

You had friends, a good social life, a whole group of boys who’d give you the universe if it meant you could be with them.

Why did you choose Yoongi though?

Why not any of those boys, some of whom were more attractive, more caring, treated you better?

~’’~

“Soulmates,” your best friend Nari huffed, turning her head to look at you. You were having a long-anticipated spa night together, cool cucumber slices resting on your tired eyes and some sort of coconut scented oatmeal mush plastered over your face. “You gotta stop believing in that shit, Y/N.”

You sighed.

“I’m trying, okay? It’s just that… I think… I think believing that one day someone will love you for eternity is better than living every day in heartache. At least it gives you hope, a reason to smile, I guess. Don’t you think so too?”

Nari paused for a minute, nodding subtly as she chowed on a cucumber slice. “Now that I think about it, I guess you’re right…”

You smiled, proud that you’d convinced her.

“...but nah, I still think you should face reality more than your imagination, you really have your head up in the clouds too much. All those fairytales- you know why they’re called fairytales and not realistic tales or something? Because they’re just to lull kids to sleep, all that perfect romance doesn’t exist,” her expression softened. “Hey, I really didn't mean to upset you... I was just- are you thinking about him again?”

You shut your eyes tightly, trying to stop the overflow of tears threatening to spill out. “I… no, I’m not. I just… I don’t…”

“Hey, Y/N, it’s alright…” She immediately scrambled off her massage chair, coming over to yours and pulling you into her arms. “He’s a stupid fucker who doesn’t deserve you. There’s so many good guys who’ll die to be with you, Y/N, I’m sure even Seventeen’s Mingyu would date you if you gave him a chance. Really!”

You sniffled, burying your face in your friend’s chest. “Not everyone’s obsessed with Seventeen like you, Nari.”

“Well,” She hmph’ed. “Are there any K-pop groups you like, then?”

“No.”

“How about TXT? Enhypen? Astro? You like none of them?”

“Enhypen’s okay, I guess…”

“There we go! Okay, okay, who’s your favorite member?”

“The one with the really nice smile.”

“All of them have nice smiles, Y/N. Do you know his name?”

“Uh… Sun-something. I think his last name is Kim.”

“Sunoo? You like Sunoo? OMG! OMG! MY BEST FRIEND LIKES SUNOO!” Nari jumps off the massage chair, making “whoop whoop” noises as she dances across the spa room.

A beautiful raven-haired spa attendant creaks open the door, stepping in. “Hello, ladies. I hope you’re enjoying your evening. I just heard… something, and was wondering if you’re doing okay.”

Nari freezes with her left foot still in the air, arms bent in an awkward position. She coughs, blushing as she scrambled to a standing position. “Yes, um, we’re doing fine. Thank you, er…” Her eyes flicker down to the attendant’s nametag, “Chohee ♥” scribbled in pretty cursive handwriting. “...Chohee.”

You flashed your signature wide smile, giving her a thumbs up. “Yep! Nari just gets excited easily, everything’s okay!”

She smiles back, pretty pink lips devoid of any lip gloss or lipstick. “Alright, then. Call me if you need anything!”

“Wait!” Nari calls after her as she proceeds to shut the door. “How are we supposed to call you if we don’t have your number?”

Chohee laughs awkwardly. “Oh… haha… I meant, like, physically call me, not, like, with a phone… haha… but… I mean… like...” She takes a page from the tiny notebook in her pocket, writing something on it. She hands it over to Nari. “Here’s my number, just don’t… spam me… or anything… um…” She clears her throat. “I hope we can… be… friends… or… something…”

Nari smiles shyly, accepting the paper. “Yeah… thanks, Chohee. Um, it was great meeting you…”

They giggle dumbly together before a shrill “CHOHEE! WE HAVE CUSTOMERS WAITING, YOU KNOW!” interrupts the glassy moment. Chohee immediately jumps back into professionalism, clearing her throat. “Sorry, uh… Nari…? Was that it?”

Nari nods.

“Yeah. Nari. Um, I have to go…”

“Oh, we shouldn’t be interrupting your work, should we?” She laughs. “Thanks for… uh… everything…”

“No problem.” They giggle again. “I really have to get going though… Bye.”

“Bye, Chohee.”

“CHOHEE SEO! IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE NOW YOU’RE FIRED! DO YOU HEAR ME?”

Chohee’s eyes widen. “Oop, gotta go. Bye!” She runs off, Nari yelling one last “BYE!” as she waves.

When she finally closes the door and meets your eyes, she’s practically jumping up and down, heated cheeks glowing a fiery red.

You quirk an eyebrow. “Now do you believe in fairytale love?”

She coughs, picking at a scratchy stud on her arm. “I… no… I mean… maybe…”

You clap your hands once, grinning as you watch your friend’s face burn hotter. “Well, would you look at that! For once, I’m not the one that’s crazily in love and stupidly giddy!”

“Stop, Y/N!” She whines, playfully hitting your arm. “And plus, um, our face masks are hardening. It’s time to wash them off. I’m going to the bathroom. Um. Bye!”

And she’s taking off towards the bathroom, the sound of running water jolting you from your thoughts about… him.

Yoongi.

You bite your lip, wondering how pathetic you could possibly be. He doesn’t love you. He probably has a girlfriend and is about to get engaged. He probably doesn’t even remember you.

You look up at the blinding white ceiling, the soothing forest sounds playing from the speaker you forgot about now your only source of comfort.

Because the last two were “probably”’s, but the first one was a fact- Yoongi didn’t love you, and he never did.

~’’~

“For the last time, Nari, I’m 100% sure she likes you back. Just text her, tell her to meet up with you, confess at some cute caf-”

“No, Y/N! You don’t get it, I’m, like, really, really sure she likes the coffee shop server we met the other day, they were practically making out and- oh god, don’t even remind me about the lovey dovey googly eyes!” Nari stomps her foot childishly as you sigh for the upteenth time.

“Nari, just-” Your eyes widen, a brilliant yet sneaky-ish idea popping into your head. “Actually, it’s okay if you don’t want to just yet. I advise you to go take a shower though, wouldn’t want to be stinky, right?”

“But I’m not going anywhere special-”

“HAHAHAHAHA it doesn’t matter HAHAHAHA just go, go take a shower, go go go right now!”

“You’re acting weird…”

“HAHAHAHA am I now?”

“Um. Yeah. Alright. I’ll go shower. Bye.”

“BYE!”

“You’re being very enthusiastic.”

“Am I?”

“Yeah… bye though.”

It was an ordinary Saturday morning with Nari lounging at your place, complaining that Chohee wasn’t paying attention to her. So you’d tried to convince her to confess- which didn’t work, by the way.

Anyway, with Nari now in the shower and screaming along to “Chandelier” by Sia, you were ready to launch your plan into action.

Swiping her phone off the counter, you typed in the password (which she’d told you, as you told her yours as well) as fast as your glittery fake nailed thumbs could manage, plastic click-clacking against the oil-smudged screen. Nari had a habit of never washing her hands before texting, even after some good ol’ cheetos or fried chicken.

You click on the Textalk app and swipe down until you find Chohee’s contact (written “Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑").

10:42 am

Nari Lee said: hey chohee :) u there? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: nari Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: r u ok Nari Lee said: of course im ok :D Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: O-o hmm but u never use emoticons Nari Lee said: oh i just found out that i like them haha

10:43 am

Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: *raises eyebrow* Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: ok yeah im here, wassup? Nari Lee said: so… i was just wondering if ur free today for lunch, i have something to say to u Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: oh yeah ofc! where?

10:44 am

Nari Lee said: um how about magnolia cafe? @12? Chohee baby ♥❦✶⭑ said: awesome! ill be there <3 Nari Lee said: sweet!

~’’~

“So…” You say, casually sliding into Nari’s room. She’s in a fluffy white bathrobe, brushing her hair and singing to herself. “What do you say for lunch at the Magnolia Cafe today?”

She shrugs. “Why not? I just showered, anyway.”

You smirk evilly. “Great! Make sure to put on some makeup and wear something nice.”

“Got it!”

~’’~

“Y/N!” Nari whisper-yells to you. “What in the name of my fuckin’ soggy underwear is Chohee doing here?!”

You hum, unbothered, as you skim over the menu. “How should I know? Anyway, I’m going to order some brunch. How about you?”

“Y/N! Ugh, shut the fuck up, I’m having a life threatening crisis right now! And why is she looking at me? And waving?”

You just smirk, shrugging. “Oops, gotta use the toilet. Bye!” You then dash off towards an empty table right behind theirs, wanting to laugh like a commando mad scientist. Your plan was done, and now it’s just time to see if it works.

Chohee walks over to Nari, and you see her visibly gulp. “Hey, Nari! You said there was something important you wanted to say to me?”

“Uh… I don’t… no? I don’t have anything to say?”

“Oh? Ah, I see. You’re making it suspenseful. Haha, I think I’ve had enough suspense. Spill!”

“Um… I like omelets?”

“What?”

“I… I like plants?”

“Excuse me?”

“Uh, I like you- WHAT AM I SAYING?!” Nari’s hand flies up to cover her mouth. Chohee furrows her brows.

“You… like me? Like, like like me? As more than a friend?”

“I-”

Chohee leans over the table and kisses her full on the lips, the sight so endearing you chuck out your phone and snap 18 photos. When they separate, Chohee’s grinning, Nari’s face a dark crimson and her bottom lip trembling. She touches it.

“You… kissed… me…”

“Mhm.”

“So does that mean-”

“I’d love to go out with you, Nari.”

And they’re giggling again.

~’’~

“HAVE A SAFE TRIP!!” Nari and Chohee call after you for the 26th time, waving like maniacs. You smile.

“I WILL!”

This was going to be the most exciting 2 weeks of your lifetime- you were going to Italy.

Italy.

~’’~

The small coffee shop is cute, light Italian jazz music playing in the background. The wooden walls are adorned with pictures of the owner’s family, the sweet smell of coffee beans drifting in the air.

To put it simply, it’s perfect.

Perfect for an exhausted coffee lover like you.

“A latte, please-” You pause when the server furrows his brow.

“You… eh… wan’ coffee wit’ milk, no? Not jus’ milk?”

“I mean, um…” You immediately pull up your phone and type into Google Translate. “... caffe latte.”

He nods. “Non c’e problema!” And a minute later, your latte is in your hands, the delicious smell wafting up your nostrils.

You sit down on a cushioned seat, marveling at the decorations and how cozy and warm it makes you feel. Taking a sip of your drink, you smile.

The moment is peaceful and happy, the chatter of the other customers fading in your ears as you just smile. No one to interrupt your daydreaming, no one to come over and call your name-

“Y/N?”

Your eyes shoot up, a familiar pair of cat-like ones staring at you. His hair is black as night, swept carelessly against his perfect forehead. His cute pink lips are jutted out in a tiny pout, pale moonlight skin practically shining. He’s ethereal, and hasn’t changed one bit.

“Y/N?” He says again, tilting his head slightly.

“O-oh. Um. Hey, Y-Yoongi, um, didn’t expect to see you here…” You laugh nervously, scratching the back of your head.

He laughs too, sitting down in the seat opposite yours with a black espresso in his hands. “Yeah, I found a job here. You?”

“I’m on vacation.”

“Cool.”

You stare at each other, having nothing to say. It’s like you want to stretch this moment out forever, stretch it until it erases all the horrible things he said and did to you.

He speaks again. “How long has it been?”

“What?”

He closes his eyes, clasping the mug between his hands tightly. “How-how long has it been- since I last saw you?”

You look down at your lap. “2 years.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

Your eyes start to wet, a lone tear slipping past your eyelids. There was no barrier now, more droplets following the first one’s lead and cascading down your cheek. “Stop.”

He doesn’t stop, instead choosing to nab at your heartstrings with more words. “I’m so sorry, I only realized how bad I fucked up when you left… I never stopped thinking about you, Y/N, I thought about you every fucking day-”

“Stop it now-”

“And I realized that I love you more than anything, that you were the treasure I held onto without even knowing I valued you that much. Why do you think I chose to come to Italy? Because I knew it was always your dream to visit here, and I hoped I would run into you somehow. I lived like that, in heartbreak and hope and desperate love and whatever the fuck else every single day, just praying you’d forgive me, praying that you’d come here and tell me that you still love me-”

“Yoongi.” You stand up, slamming the table. Your chest is heaving, breathing heavily as you try to take in everything that he said. “Stop. It. Stop saying sorry. “Sorry.” So what? Sorry won’t help anything, I don’t love you and we are over. In fact, there is not even a “we” anymore. You are you and I am me, completely separate, all ties cut, whatever you want to call it.”

“Y/N-” Yoongi’s voice is desperate, those forlorn eyes swimming with melancholy. You cut him off.

“Shut up, Yoongi!” His lip trembles, looking up at you. You feel a pang of guilt, but throw it away along with all your other feelings. Everyone at the coffee shop is looking at you two, the server mumbling something.

You don’t care.

No, you don’t care about anything.

Not about how much you missed him, how much your heart ached, how much you wanted to just fling yourself into his arms and kiss him- convinced he was a changed man.

Not about how he was pleading you right now, fat droplets rolling down his blanched cheeks as he whispered “I love you”’s over and over again.

Not about how the coffee shop server was hurriedly jogging towards you, incomprehensible Italian filling the air.

This was supposed to be a safe place.

The sweet scent and lulling conversations you fell in love with just moments ago, replaced with bitter words and the sound of tears.

You don't care.

Why are you crying, then? Why are those salty droplets cascading down your face? Why are you fighting so hard between your heart and your brain, trying to decide which to listen to?

Should you take him back, act like nothing has happened like your heart tells you to? Or should you give him the ignorance he deserves, leave the coffee shop and try to forget about this whole catastrophe like your brain says?

"Do you love him? Yes, you do. So choose me, your heart."

"Choose me, Y/N, your brain. I'm telling you to be rational."

You shut your heart out, brain taking over control. Yoongi deserves this. This of indifference, apatheticness, maybe even hatred.

“I don't love you, Yoongi.”

And you were out.

~''~

That night in your hotel room, you cry and cry and cry until the familiar “ding a ling ding a ling ding a ling ding dong” of a Textalk video call wakes you up from your thoughts.

You pick up, wiping all your tears until there is no trace of them left. “H-hey, Nari,” You hiccuped.

“Y/N, what is going on?” Nari’s eyebrows are furrowed as she tries to read your face. “It’s the first day of your dream vacation and you’re crying? Tell me what happened, please.”

“Yeah, you don’t look too good…” Chohee chimes in, sticking her head into the screen. “Don’t tell me you were robbed or something? Oh, no. No no no no. Please let it not be that.”

You smile halfheartedly, trying to change the subject. “Hey, Chohee. Staying the night?”

She nods, concern still painted over her face. “Mhm. But that’s not important, can you please just tell us what happened? It’s okay if it’s something small or stupid, we’re your friends and we’ll be here for you no matter what. We’re just… really concerned, and-”

“Yoongi.” Nari says suddenly, eyes wide.

“W-what? Y-Yoongi? What- what about him? I-I mean, I d-didn’t run into him, I-I’m just a-asking…” Your eyes are wider than cantaloupes, praying she wasn’t some psychic and had mystical powers or whatever.

She sits up from her previous lying-on-her-stomach position abruptly, looking at your stunned state. “Yoongi… do you remember he said he always wanted to visit Italy? He… was he there? Did you run into him?”

You are unable to speak, stuttering as your lip trembles. “Y-yes.”

Chohee and Nari both scream.

“THE WHAT?!”

“YOU RAN INTO YOONGI?!”

“Guys!” You yell, trying to somewhat calm them down (although you needed calming down yourself, too). “Stop! It wasn’t much, okay? Just- just some… talking, and then I left! That’s all!”

They look at each other, not sure whether to believe your explanation or not. Chohee opens her mouth a few times, as though pondering if she should speak or not- and no words come out.

“Really!” You exclaim, trying to convince them. You throw your hands up into the air for exaggeration, trying your hardest to look like you’re telling the truth. “We were like, um, best friends! Like nothing happened! And the coffee server didn’t come and shoo us out! He didn’t! And Yoongi didn’t cry or apologize or anything!”

Nari sighs. “Look, Y/N. I’m only saying I believe you because if I don’t you’ll bug me forever. But seriously, as your best friends, Chohee and I hereby promise to smack Yoongi in the face and shove skunk poop up his pretty nose. Right?” she looks at Chohee expectantly.

Chohee nods. “Yep. And don’t forget about the eating facial cream and drowning in turnip juice part. Y/N, I don’t care who it is, but if they dare to hurt you I will not hesitate to knock their teeth out.”

“If they even dare to insult you in any way, I’ll help Chohee knock their teeth out. I'll do most of the work, obviously, since... actually…” Nari pauses, biting her lip as she thinks. “Maybe, if it’s Mingyu that insults you, I’ll let him go…”

Chohee smacks her arm, rolling her eyes as Nari yelling a loud “what was that for?”. “For heaven’s sake, Nari! That totally ruined the moment.”

Nari shrugs, shooting Chohee a glare. “What, are we shooting a drama or something?”

You smile, looking down into your lap as your two friends bicker and give each other friendly smacks.

Maybe, just maybe, this world wasn’t unfair to you after all- you found happiness outside of Yoongi and the world of romance.

Maybe.

~''~

Okay. I did okay with the ending, right???? I did okay with the plot, right???? I didn't make Yoongi too horrible, right????

Right.

Okay.

Welp, anyway, remember to check my blog for updates on when part 2 is coming!

-*+ Rose +*-

#yoongi angst #yoongi series #yoongi x you #batb yoongi #bts angst #bts series #bts x you #sniffle sniffle my bbs

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voidwaren · 4 years

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kinda forgot it was Wednesday again. whoops.

let’s trudge along with another small continuation of the last WIP Wednesday, though with far less words because I’m working on a later scene and haven’t added a whole lot to the beginning yet.

“You always have a problem with me,” [Derek] said. [to Stiles]

“That’s not the point.”

“Then the point doesn’t matter.” And, before Stiles could do anything more than sputter indignantly at being dismissed, Derek wound around Erica and jumped lightly into the grass, effectively moving the conversation on without Stiles’ consent. “I’m headed out for the food. Text me what you guys want. One text,” he added on firmly. “I’m only reading one text. Make it count.”

“You gotta tell us where you’re going first,” Stiles said, pushing to his feet.

Derek gave him a look. “Does it matter?”

A resounding chorus of “Yes!” (even Boyd had decided to offer his voice for that one) that Derek got in return for his ignorance seemed to remind him he was in the company of a bunch of teenagers, and he sighed dramatically in time with his signature eye roll as a response. Stiles decided now wasn’t the time to point out Derek wasn’t that much older than them, and it wasn’t their fault he had no understanding of taste when it came to food, but he certainly thought it.

Derek relented. “In-N-Out is the closest.”

Stiles fist-pumped the air triumphantly. Scott let out a breath like he’d been holding it in anticipation. Even Erica and Isaac looked relatively relieved to hear this, and Stiles wondered for just a second exactly what Derek has subjected them to since turning them into werewolves.

“That’s going to be a long text,” Boyd said as his response to the same information, standing stoically and looking distinctly unimpressed. “You’re going to mess it up.”

Derek’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing.

“Someone should go with him?” Isaac tried, but it sounded like a question rather than a statement.

“Nose goes,” Erica said then, loudly enough to obviously be for Stiles’ benefit. Unfortunately for him, volume didn’t help his human reaction time, and he was the last one to touch his nose by a long shot.

“Okay, not even remotely fair!” he whined after the fact. “This is rigged, I shouldn’t be included at all.”

Stiles turned to Scott, and Scott quickly swapped his happy victory grin out for an apologetic look, but it was heavily marred by the fact his finger was still pressed to the tip of his nose. Stiles threw his empty water bottle at him as he trudged his way towards the truck, which Derek had already slid into at some point when Stiles wasn’t paying attention, but Scott easily deflected the assault by stepping to the side.

“I’m stealing fries from all of you,” Stiles warned them gravely, not bothering to raise his voice beyond a dramatic whisper. The offended noise Erica gave in return almost made the fact he lost worth it. There was no way he was going to make that entire drive back with all that food in his grasp and not eat any of it. They should have thought of that before using his humanity against him.

“Tell Derek if he lets that happen, I’ll make his life a living hell!” Erica cried, gesturing at the truck with both arms in a relatively rude gesture.

“You already do that,” Isaac said, and Erica launched herself at him. Stiles was already by the truck and couldn’t see the damage she was doing, but, by the way Boyd started laughing and Isaac started outright yelling, he assumed it was a decent show.

“And tell him to put a damn shirt on,” Scott added loudly, just as Stiles was wrenching the door open to find Derek holding his head in one hand over the steering wheel, and Stiles, despite himself, started laughing again.

“Eight orders of fries?” Derek muttered drily as he pulled away from the drive-thru window, the girl that had handed the food over watching him go with an unmistakable look of amusement beneath the blush on her face.

Seated next to him with the food bags covering his lap in full and two trays of drinks balanced precariously between his knees and feet, Stiles nodded his head in a way he hoped properly expressed his opinion on the matter. “Fast food fries are the best thing when you get them from the right places, okay? For the love of god, Derek, what the hell did you even eat as a teenager?”

Derek rolled his eyes. “I didn’t eat a lot of fast food, I had basketball to worry about and my mom was an enforcer of the dinner-at-the-table cliche. If it wasn’t the crap they served at school, it was whatever my dad made for dinner. Fast food was for when Peter was in charge, and that didn’t happen very often. He always got Chinese take-out, anyway.” He hesitated, but not long enough for Stiles to do more but take a breath in preparation to reply around a mouth full of fries that were definitely not going to be his once distribution occurred. “We tried to keep the cooking up after we moved to New York, but Laura wasn’t exactly an Iron Chef, and the town we lived in mostly had family restaurants, not chains.”

Stiles pressed his lips together, rearing back the wince of regret at his lack of control over his mouth. Cagey as Derek could be when it came to the time between the fire and his return to Beacon Hills, Stiles (and everyone else by extension, because if Stiles wasn’t asking the questions no one else wanted to ask, then they certainly weren’t either) knew next to nothing about that time frame, and he had a bad habit of forgetting that he didn’t know rather than the time simply just not existing in the first place.

“When was the last time you ate a french fry?” he said as quickly as he could to keep Derek from potentially catching on. It was his form of manners, take it or leave it.

Derek responded first by giving Stiles a look. “Two days ago. I go shopping, you know. I buy groceries.”

“You buy fries at the grocery store?”

“You do realize the frozen section exists, right? There’s food in there?”

“My dad is on a perpetual diet for his heart, dude. I’ve seen bags of frozen peas in many iterations in my lifetime. But fries?” Stiles stuck his tongue out. “I can’t believe you go out and buy frozen fries, but you won’t go out and get the good shit.”

Derek said nothing in response, but he adopted a hard glare that probably would have incernerated the car in front of them had laser eyes been a werewolf thing.

#teen wolf #Sterek #WIP Wednesday #work in progress wednesday #the hanahaki wip

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danielxrk · 5 years

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✞ WHAT ABOUT YOUR APPEARANCE IN THE TOP 3? *

( * mentioned, some very briefly: @rkxsungwoon @rkminhyun @hyojinrk @rkheejin @rkmason @rkpjy @rkyeji @rkkenta @jungeunxrk @rkchwev @rksuwoong )

with time to decompress, and time to sit through performances of dancers far better than him, daniel's confidence slowly drains, and by the lead up to results, he's more nervous than he was before the performance. he fidgets-- leg bounces, other nervous ticks, but is teammates are there as a comfort now, no longer a harsh force, and he wonders if they're nervous too. he wonders if they're thinking he'll drag them into the bottom five, and worried he'll stay over them even though he was clearly the least talented on that stage. that worries daniel, too. he's ready to go home. he's content leaving on this note, but he doesn't want that for the others.

his name is called for the interview soon enough, and it's only once he arrives that he realizes the questions they'll likely ask. oh boy.

"what did you think of the results last week?"

whoop, there it is. it's always the first question. anticipated. "it was disappointing, honestly," he admits, eyes downcast. "i understand why the judges made the decisions they did, but i was hoping they would overlook sungwoon and eunji's mistake in favor of their talent. i saw it coming, but it didn't make it easier to deal with. minhyun hyung...i already dealt with the shock of him being eliminated, so it wasn't as bad? i still wanted him to be on stage again, though." ah, yes. that was why minhyun's elimination wasn't as bad. indeed.

"what about your appearance in the top three?"

his mouth hangs open in surprise for a moment, but he laughs to cover it up. "oh, yeah, that!" he chirps. "honestly, i kind of forgot about it...that day was a lot, but i was really proud hyojin, and of myself. that was my favorite performance on the mgas so far, and i'm happy the judges saw in it what i did. i was happy we could both make it to the top three for the first time together, too. hyojin really deserves it."

the question: did daniel deserve it? when he thinks on it now, he thinks so. he worked so hard on that arrangement, and on the flow of all of the songs with hyojin's help; that was just as much him as his partner, and he wants to believe he helped elevate hyojin, and vice versa, an equal exchange. in his performance with heejin, he feared he would weigh her down, or that she was the only thing that kept him afloat.

"i let myself forget about that accomplishment, but when i found myself again during the week, i realized...i made it into the top three with minho hyung." a realization, and wide eyes. he looks directly at the camera. "minho-ssi? minhol sunbaenim! can i call you hyung?" the concern is evident on his face, but he breaks into a well meaning smile, gaze softening. "i realized i was in the top three with him, and neither of us won, so...we were on the same level for that week? i know i'm not on the same level as minho hyung in general, but the fact that even our duos were means a lot to me. it made me think that i really might belong here after all."

"we saw how the eliminations impacted your attitude during the week. how was it working with your teammates? "

it sounds so ominous, and is a reminder that soon, everyone else will see that, too, sungwoon included. he wishes he could take it back. he doesn't want sungwoon to see all of the criticism he received during the week and think it was his fault, but that's all too late now. "i let my emotions get the best of me," he admits with a nod. "i started thinking that i didn't deserve to be there anymore. it wasn't the first time i thought it, but this week was the first time i've ever been in the mgas without sungwoon. last season, we got eliminated in the same episode, and i always thought that was how it should be, but--" he shakes his head, and cuts himself off too early. no one wants to hear about that anymore. jinyoung and yeji certainly didn't. "i didn't have any confidence, or motivation, and i was a burden to my team. yeji and jinyoung were harsh with me, but it was deserved."

he remembers their argument on the first day, and his sheer terror, and actually laughs looking back on it now. "i didn't really think there was anything wrong with how i was acting at the time. i thought i was justified, so i was shocked when jinyoung called me out on it, and was so..." mean? no. "strict. jinyoung and i used to know each other a long time ago, but didn't keep in touch, and i think we both...changed since then. yeji is my cousin, so i expected more support from her, but she was just as harsh with me," and he laughs again. "they both basically told me i was being ridiculous. even sungwoon told me i was being ridiculous, so eventually i learned that i wasn't justified in acting that way. thankfully, it wasn't too late."

"they helped me a lot in the end, especially yeji. i thought she was being so mean at first, but in the end she gave me more confidence, i think. i wouldn't have been able to stand on stage in the end without them-- not just because i needed them for the performance, but because i needed their help, too."

he pauses, and pouts a little bit. "i just hope jinyoung hyung isn't still mad..."

"and how do you think that performance went?"

"as well as it could," is his response, smile a mix between sheepish and a little wry. "i know i'm far from the best dancer. maybe i'm closer to the worst dancer than the best," and he laughs. "but i did my best, and i think we put together a unique, interesting performance in the end. everyone got a moment to shine at what they do best, including me with my creativity. i feel like it was an undercurrent in the whole thing, even if it wasn't front and center like it usually is. then we all came together at the end, and i felt...powerful? maybe people will laugh at me, but i hope at least they'll be surprised. hopefully i looked cool apart from the dancing?" he pauses, as if he's going to get some kind of approval, eyebrows raised, like he's expectant, then laughs again, delayed and a little nervous.

"how did things go between you and the other team sharing the practice room in nova?"

"well, overall, i think," daniel answers with a nod. "i like to think by the end of the week, we were closer to each other than all of the other teams sharing practice rooms," and he grins. this is a fact he's proud of, even if this is a competition. many will say they didn't come on the mgas to make friends, they came to win, but daniel definitely came to make friends. "i think kenta being on the other team helped with that, not just because he's one of my best friends, but because he's just...like that. he's a moodmaker, i think you call it? he makes everything bright and warm, and is good at easing tensions and keeps the mood high and fun even when things are stressful. even though he wasn't on my team, i could feel that in the entire practice room, and things were tenser on my side of the room, for sure. when i needed it, he shared that with me, too," and he smiles softly. it's always easy to talk about empty enigma-- too easy, to the point that all of the interviewers are probably tired of it, so he takes that realization as his sign to cut that short.

"jungeun-ssi..." he lets his voice trail off, and his expression grows distant. "she..snapped at me. she's really scary!" and he laughs again. "it was strange, to have criticism from both of my teammates and someone else, but i told her i would get better so i could beat her, and i think it strengthened my resolve. i know i can't beat her yet-- that i'm not anywhere close, but i'll keep practicing, and one day i can. i guess if our team finishes ahead of theirs it counts, right?" and he grins, but he doesn't wish that for them. he wants them above the safety cutline, because he fears if they aren't, kenta will be the one to leave for it, and if he's going to stay in the competition, he wants kenta there too.

"i don't know as much about...vernon?" he's hesitant, but he thinks he recalls that being the name the other boy preferred. "but he was really nice! he brought in food for everyone, even love shot team, and i really appreciated it, especially on the days when i was really down and my team was being harsh with me," and he smiles, a little fond. "i hope we can be friends from now on!"

"any thoughts on the performances this week?"

daniel gives a small shake of his head. "i don't think i have any right to comment today, based on what i showed. everyone gave a strong performance. they just keep getting better every week, as they should." a pause, and he's only compelled to go forward out of fondness for someone he'd like to consider a new friend. "except, suwoong? did he rap today?" daniel blinks in disbelief, because that much was perhaps even more unexpected than daniel dancing. "i don't know if it was a rap. if it was meant to be, it still wasn't one," and he holds a critical expression before he breaks into a smile. "but he's still good looking, and us good looking people can get away with things like that, right? right?"

"is there anyone you're certain will be eliminated today?"

daniel smiles, and says his now signature, "nothing is guaranteed," but truthfully, he does have an answer to this one. "i would be surprised if i don't go home," he admits. "i didn't reach the same standard set by the others in my group, and i have such little experience dancing that i know it stuck out badly in the performance one way or another. everyone's strength was highlighted in our performance this week, but it highlighted my weakness as well." he's thoughtful, and in his opinion, just honest. it was one of his fears during the week, but if he didn't care if he stayed or went home, what did he really have to lose? there's certainly something for him at home. "if it happens, i'll be okay with it, really," he assures, and flashes a smile. "i'm happy with my time on the show this year, and what i got to show."

#rkmga5 #rkmga5trios #;solo #;mga5interview5 #( * this gif actual live footage of daniel when he accidentally called minho hyung #i wrote this in like 50 mins #13k in three days...i hate myself!!#but it's been fun x )

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intonertale · 5 years

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Chapter 1: The Underground

The first thing Silveria took notice of was what could be described as a shell cracking over her skin. The next was dust falling onto her pale skin and into her hair.

But that wasn’t what got her attention. What got her attention was a piercing sound that could easily be referred to as a mix between screech and roar. A small smile played at her lips. Lucifer was waking up as well. The sound of rock hitting rock reverberated through the building.

Silveria pushed herself to a sitting position, running her right hand through her hair to push away even more rock and dust before she opened her bright eyes. Everything was faded. It looked like the shelter she created had turned into ruins.

“How are you feeling?” Lucifer asked, lowering his head to make eye contact.

“I have no idea how long we were asleep, but I have such a crick in the neck.” Silveria grinned, seeming quite pleased with herself.

The dragon snorted. “You’re a fool. But still. It appears that it’s time to go see the world again.”

“Hell yeah. It smells like dust in here.”

“That’s what happens when enough time passes. The bird skeletons don’t help put an age to anything.”

Silveria blinked and looked on the pedestal she’d slept on. There was truth to those words. Four skeletal doves were perched on the corners, as if holding vigil over what would have appeared to be a statue. Silveria reached out and paused, looking at her skeletal right arm. A metal prosthetic that worked almost as well as the original. But it was still jarring.

“Mom, MOVE!!” Silveria screamed, shoving another white haired woman out of the way of the blast of flames from the armored beast that was once a dragon on the other side of a barrier. A harsh pain hit her right shoulder. Odd. Shouldn’t it have hitting my entire—oh god...

Between the realization of the fact her arm had been blown from her body, the shrill screaming of four out of five aunts, and the horrified shouts of her mother, Silveria blanked out...

“Child! Wake up!” Lucifer shouted.

Silveria lifted her head, not quite recognizing why her face was wet immediately. She trembled like a leaf, and was incredibly confused about it.

“So it begins again. I’d say without touching anything, but that’s not quite the case.” The dragon huffed. “Your temporal shriek is going to kill you, if I had to guess.”

“Yeah. Dunno why it felt the need to remind me of the damage done by Gabriella but hey. Let’s go ‘splorin’.” Silveria jumped to her feet, drying the tears on her face. Her signature kind smile had returned as well.

Oh, this child. It seems she recovered through her dreams. Or forgot about it at least. I’ll have to protect her from herself in that case. But fresh air would be good for both of us.

Lucifer chuckled as he followed the sprinting Intoner into the sunlight. He only barely managed to grab her before she sprinted into a hole. “I know I told you that if you want to catch the lion’s cub, you have to enter the lion’s den. But let’s not go doing that blindly.”

“Hey, Luci?” Silveria asked calmly, her head tilted. “This wasn’t here before, was it?”

No. It wasn’t. It was a miracle the hole wasn’t a bit bigger. The results would be the destruction of the history of the Intoners. Or both dragon and Intoner would have been smashed to pieces.

“That hole has been around longer than you’ve been alive, impudent brat!” An old man shouted. “You should know that that’s been around since at least the end of the war with Monsters! At least a thousand years!”

“Wait, what? The Monsters were civil folk! What happened?!” Lucifer demanded.

“They weren’t so civil. In fact...” The old man approached Silveria and put a hand on her shoulder. “Go find out for yourself!”

And with that, he shoved Silveria into the hole. She let out a startled scream before Lucifer acted, belting out a jet of flames on the human. After he was certain the man was less than cinders, he followed into the hole, climbing slowly.

Silveria rubbed her head as she sat up, blinking at a flower with a face and five red petals. She would have commented about the above if she wasn’t more concerned with the flower. One that looked like a living version of that lily.

“Oh not again...” Silveria whispered.

“Greetings! My name is Flowey!” The flower said. “Looks like you had a nasty fall but your HP is intact.”

“Huh? Oh. Yeah I guess so. I’m Silveria Zerochild.” Silveria offered a hand.

Flowey shook the offered hand with a leaf. “You seem so kind and gentle. That’s great! Here. Let me show you how things work down here.”

Silveria blinked as a small, cyan heart came out of her chest. She chose to poke it, only to shudder in response. As though someone had poked her. Out of sheer curiosity, she flicked the heart. A small 1 with a red glow popped up, and it felt as if she’d been flicked in the head. Shame she used her prosthetic and not her flesh and blood hand.

“That’s your soul!” Flowey laughed. “It’s your very essence. Now... to make friends, you just have to catch these little friendliness pellets!”

Silveria paused for a moment, proceeding to back off. Something about the situation felt wrong. Dangerously so.

“Whoops! Look like you missed. Let’s try that again.” Flowey said, creating a second batch of seed like pellets. And the cycle repeated a few times.

“Ok this is getting old. For someone like you, in this world, it’s kill or be killed. And you aren’t getting past here!” Flowey growled, their face distorting into something demonic rather than friendly.

Silveria moved to draw her sword, only to see how fruitless the action was when she found herself surrounded by the pellets. Though. Bullets felt more apt at this point. But before anything else could go wrong, a small fireball formed near the demon flower and flew into it, sending Flowey elsewhere. The bullets vanished.

“I wish that flower would leave people alone....” What appeared to be an anthropomorphic goat approached. They had a strong, male voice. “Howdy! I’m Asriel Dreemur. Sorry about that. The flower isn’t one of us.”

#intonertale #undertale #undertale au #drakengard #silveria zerochild #lucifer #flowey #silveria may look like shes like twenty #but shes kind of a baby in a sense #but that is for another chapter #in other news #flowey is a dick

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kookielife · 6 years

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3000 messages

Author’s note- Hiya! So I’ve just reached 3000 followers!!! Whoop whoop! Thank you to all my lovely followers who follow me and a special shout out to my super sweet mutuals. Sending everyone my love, take it. Anyways, to celebrate here is a super fluffy fic written by yours truly, also a fluffy fic was requested by @cams-d so thank you very much sweetie! And yeah enjoy!~

Genre- Fluffy

Member- Jungkook (when is it not)

Warnings- (It might melt your heart, well I hope!)

You were always nervous around him and you couldn’t help it. It’s just what he did to you. “Should I text him now?” You asked as you paced around your room. Imy, your best friend, was obviously not helping you otherwise you would’ve known what to do over an hour ago. “Maybe not now. I’m being too eager. Stupid, stupid.”

“Y/n calm down and get a grip. Just text him already he’s probably waiting for you.” Imy went back to lying down on your bed as you stood there just looking at her.

“But how’d you know he’s waiting for ME to text first?”

Imy being Imy, gave you one of her classic signature looks, the ‘boi you stupid’ look before she said, “Because you told him that you’d text him once you’ve finished revising.” Oh. Yeah.

After your little drama last night, which was hardly drama but you know, you couldn’t wait to see Jungkook in class. You tried to quickly grab your books out of your locker but of course you dropped them all on the floor. But luckily for you someone helped you out and that someone was of course Jungkook. Typical. “Hey Y/n.”

“Hi.” Keep it together. Act cool.

“Err…so last night I thought you weren’t going to text me. I thought you might’ve forgotten but…”

“No!” You interjected loudly. Lowering your voice you spoke again. “No, I remembered. I just…errmmm…well I didn’t want to like you know bombard you with I don’t know 3000 messages.” You laughed nervously and you didn’t know how to stop. Ok he gets it; it’s not that funny, shut up Y/n!

“Oh.” He said making you stop laughing immediately. “But I want you to.”

“You want me to what?” You questioned.

“I want you to bombard me with 3000 messages.” You made an O shape with your mouth as you realised what he meant. The pink colour flushed across your cheeks and you couldn’t hide the shy smile that was spread across your face. Was he serious? “I should get to class.” You shyly said before disappearing behind the door as you entered the classroom. Jungkook stood there thinking about the look on your face. Did she know I was being serious? I wasn’t joking. He thought to himself before smiling, he knew exactly what to do.

You left your history class with your folder in your arms. You tried to get your phone out of your pocket whilst balancing the folder in your other hand, trying not to drop any of the loose sheets. A message from Jungkook appeared on to your screen. ‘Meet me at 10 near the lake Xx.’ –JK

“What do you think he wants?” Imy asked watching you put your jacket on. “I honestly don’t know.” You replied. You hoped it wasn’t about what you two were talking about earlier because you weren’t the best version of yourself before. “I’ll text you later. Bye.” You said as you left Imy’s house.

The moonlight covered Jungkook’s figure as he stood there waiting for you near the lake. His head was lowered but his shoulders looked tense. You didn’t want to creep up behind him so you shouted, “Hey!” He was still startled which wasn’t a surprise. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you…”

“No, no, it’s fine. I’m glad you showed up.”

“Yeah, always.” He smiled softly at the last part and you did as well.

“About earlier today when I said I want you to bombard me with 3000 messages, I meant it. I want us to talk non-stop. So, I’ve decided to do something special for you. Here you go.”

He handed you a small piece of paper that was folded into an envelope shape. You unraveled the piece of paper to see a message written in it.

It read:

Letter no. 1

‘Dear Y/n, I’m doing it the good old fashion way. Just a message to say you’re very special to me. Hope you had a great day! Oh and 2999 more to go. Xx – JK ♡’

You looked up at him and smiled. “This is super cute. No one has ever done something like this for me before. But…what do you mean by 2999 more to go?” He winked at you before giving you a kiss on the cheek. He whispered in your ear, “You’ll have to see.” Then he left.

The next day someone told you to go to the old oak tree outside the school gates. You thought Imy or maybe even Jungkook wanted to see you but no one was there. You sighed as you stood there looking around before your eyes caught a glimpse of the white paper of attached to the tree trunk. You grabbed the piece of paper and read it.

It said:

Letter no.2

Dear Y/n, hope you’re ok. Anyways, I bet you know where this is going now. Only 2998 more to go! Oh I forgot to add you’re very special. Xx – JK♡

P.S. The amount of people that tried to take this letter was crazy!

He wasn’t going to write a letter everyday was he? No of course not.

But…

You forgot the fact that this is Jeon Jungkook we’re talking about. The biggest meme going. And this boy is extra so…

You knew Jungkook wasn’t going to give you a letter everyday. I mean that’s just too much effort. However, everyday he would give you a note without fail. Whether it was stuck to your locker, inside your textbook, on the back of your bag, on your chair in class or stuck to your actual back, he would always give you a note. Always.

~8 years 2 months and a half ish later~

“Jungkook! Where’d you want to go for dinner? Jungkook? Jungkook?” You looked around the house for him but he was nowhere to be seen. You didn’t lose him did you? How did you lose a grown man? You looked at your phone to see 13 texts off of him. ‘‘Meet me at 10 near the lake Xx.’ –JK

‘Y/n?’

_‘Y/n?’ _

‘Did you see my message?’

_‘Hurry up!!!!’ _

“Hey!” Jungkook was shook again because of your loud appearance. “Sorry, I forget that I’m loud and you get scared.” You said trying not to fall down the hill whilst approaching the lake.

“Yeah. This happens a lot. Anyways I wanted to give you something.”

“Could you not have given it to me at home?”

Jungkook gave you one of his classic signature looks, a look that said; ‘If I wanted to give it to you at home don’t you think I would’ve?’ He handed you a piece of paper.

“I said you don’t have to do this anymore…”

“Just read the note.” He said cutting you off.

It read:

Letter no.3000

Dear Y/n, Thank God that this is the last note. I mean I loved it at first but some days I just didn’t want to do it anymore. But you know what made me persevere and carry on. A glass of wine. I mean. You. I’ve been with you for 8 years now. And you know this is the last one. But I never want to stop. I will never stop. Because I love you sooooooo much Y/n. Now stop reading and look down… only ∞ to go! Xx –JK♡

You looked down to see Jungkook on his knee with a bag in his hand. And inside that bag was a…

Haribo ring.

He looked down and laughed. “Sorry wrong one.” He got the box out of his pocket with the real ring. “Did you really have to be a meme?”

“Yes.” Jungkook said as he kneeled in front of you.

You grabbed the pen out of your pocket and scribbled on the back of the note. You handed it to Jungkook and he read it.

It said:

Letter no. 1

Dear Jungkook, yassss. Always. Xx –Y/n♡

“Did you have to really respond like that?”

“Yeah. So what? You can be a meme but I can’t? We are going to be the best meme husband and wife!”

“I do!” He shouted before he lifted you up and spun you around.

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