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carriagelamp · 3 years

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I read more books this month than I anticipated. I should probably wait before doing a February book round up, but I already feel like I’m struggling to decide which ones to cut from my list so I’m doing it this weekend instead of next. If I read much next week I’ll bump ‘em up into March’s round up

Asterix and the Missing Scroll / Chieftain’s Daughter

I got the last two “new” Asterix books out of the library so I could officially say I had read them all. Over all my opinion is… they’re fine! None of these would ever become one of my favourites, but they’re all fine stories. The art is good, it is completely in-line with the original, and the stories are… fine. I liked The Missing Scroll quite a bit more than The Chieftain’s Daughter but I never find a ~hurr hurr teenagers~ plotline that interesting, whereas I do enjoy seeing Romans get chased down by unicorns so that’s probably not surprising. There’s some spark I can’t put my finger on that the new Asterix books just seem to be missing though… a bit of humour or cleverness or something. Still, they’re fine reads if you’ve been hungry for more Asterix and I’m glad I read them. (Though the library gave me the American translation of The Chieftain’s Daughter, something I didn’t realize until I started reading and realized that this is wrong??? I’ve been reading these books since I could read and I know this is wrong??? What the hell is happening??? The I realized the publisher was different and I simmered in fury the whole time I read it — WHY ARE YOU CHANGING NAMES AND WORD CHOICES IN A WELL ESTABLISHED SERIES THAT ALREADY HAS AN ENGLISH TRANSLATION YOU ANIMALS WHY ARE YOU DUMBING DOWN THE LANGUAGE AAAUGH

The Bride Was A Boy

This one was cute! The Bride Was A Boy is an autobiographical manga written by a transwoman recounting her experience with transitioning, meeting her boyfriend, and eventually getting married. It’s mostly done in a 4-panel style and is interspersed with lots of information about the LGBT community, particularly in Japan. A lot of it was stuff I was already familiar with, but I still found it adorable and a very worthwhile read. it would be a fantastic book for young queer people who are looking for more of an introduction into international queer space

Cul de Sac: Children At Play

Cul de Sac is just a weird, fun newspaper comic series about the children who live in a small neighbourhood. It fully taps into the children-as-semi-feral-chaos-agents, and there’s something hilariously nostalgic about the whole thing. Lots of times when stories try to portray children there’s always something… wrong about it, something that doesn’t mesh with true childhood, but in this comic I can see glimpses of my grimy, dirty-covered self as a preschooler running around the pages. I would definitely recommend trying them!

The Cremation of Sam McGee

I reread The Cremation of Sam McGee and The Shooting of Dan McGrew and man, they don’t stop being buckwild. These are two really famous Canadian poems that were then illustrated by equally famous Canadian artist Ted Harrison. Harrison’s style is gorgeous and distinct and given what strangely grisly stories these poems are they fit the mood perfectly. Everything feels just a little tilted and wrong and unsettling. If you enjoy an occasional poem (especially ones that are super fun to read out loud) and haven’t read these before, I would recommend them! Or do what my teachers did, and read Sam Gee to a young child in your life and watch them be baffled and concerned and horrified.

There are strange things done / in the midnight sun / by the men who moil for gold...

The Gryphon’s Lair

The second book of the Royal Guide to Monster Slaying series written by Kelley Armstrong; I’ve been eagerly awaiting this book! It’s a very cool fantasy series because it really leans into environmental stewardship and the importance of studying animals and conservation so you can find ways to live alongside a healthy ecosystem. In this book Rowan is officially accepted as the Royal Monster Hunter, which means a whole new set of trials and burdens. She has to contend with a baby gryphon that is becoming increasingly large and dangerous, plotting family members, doubt about her abilities, a potential curse, and a daunting quest deep into the mountains in order to set things right. If you’re looking for some very gentle high fantasy, this series delivers.

Hogan’s Heroes comics

What to say here. Anyone following this blog has suffered the knowledge that I’ve been rewatching Hogan’s Heroes lately. When I found out that there was a short-lived, shitty comic series in the 60s? Of course I had to hunt them down. And so I’ve read them! And they sure were a shitty comic series from the 60s! They were, shall we say, of wildly varying quality. Some were actually really funny (like #5, it easily had the best art and best jokes imho), others were a slog, and most were fine and amusing enough to read the whole way through but not much more.

If you don’t know what Hogan’s Heroes is about: it was a 1960s sitcom that took place in a WWII POW camp, in which the Allied prisoners trapped there had a massive, complex sabotage/spy ring right underneath the camp. The whole show is about constantly outwitting the bumbling Germans while keeping up the pretense that they’re all just normal prisoners. The show is hilariously funny and I would recommend that, even if I can’t say the same for the comics unless you’re like me and are just really thirsty for more content...

Magic Misfits: The Fourth Suit (Ripley)

The final book of Neil Patrick Harris’ middle grade series, The Magic Misfits. In this fourth book, the group is fragmented and forced to meet in secret to avoid notice from the mysterious and powerful Kalagan whose cruel machinations have already turned the quiet little town on its ears, putting people’s lives in peril and destroy Leila’s fathers’ magic shop. The Misfits are going to need all their skills to finally unmask this sinister magician and break the mesmerism he seems to have placed over the entire town before it’s too late to save no only the town, but their friendship and trust.

Super charming series, and the illustrations are gorgeous.

Marsupilami

HOUBA! I watched a very bad TV adaptation of this as a kid that still managed to find a place in my heart, and so I decided to finally try reading some of the original comic! On one hand: it was exactly what I had hoped! The art is cute, the marsupilami is so dynamic and fun to see on the page (and has a way better characterization than he does in the show), and it’s really funny! Unfortunately! It is also pretty racist! Yikes! That seems to be a reoccuring downfall for some of these older Belgian comics... I also tried reading the first book of Les Tuniques Bleues and aye ye ye… I couldn’t actually get through that one. That being said, these were older volumes and frankly, North American media was also real fucking racist at that point so I’m not gonna write them off either. I really liked most of this book, and will probably try to get my hands on one of the more recent volumes of both Marsupilami and Les Tuniques Bleues to see if they get better with time. (If you’ve read either of those series and have volume recommendations hmu)

The Pagemaster

I’m a sucker for novelizations, I have no excuse beyond that. I recently rewatched The Pagemaster and decided to read the chapter book. And it was a solid little adaptation! It’s about Richard Tyler, a young boy with a head for statistics which unfortunately means he lives in constant fear of (in his opinion, statistically likely) injury or death. However that fear is put to the test when he gets caught in a horrible thunderstorm and has to shelter in a nearby library with halls and shelves that stretch beyond the imagination and with untold perils hidden among the pages of the books. Richard, with only his library card and three novels that hope to be checked out, has to venture through the different genres and horrors housed int he library if he ever wants to find the exit and get home to safety.

Pumpkinheads

A very charming little graphic novel. Cute art, and really loveable characters. Josiah and Deja work every year at a local pumpkin patch, and are best friends during those weeks. However this is their last year working there before going off to university and as the last day at the patch comes to a close they realize that they both still have regrets. Deja sets off on a mission to avoid work, eat all the interesting snacks around the patch, and get Josiah to find the girl he’s been crushing on every year and has never worked up the nerve to talk to.

After being deprived of human contact for almost a year, this book really hits you right in the heart.

The Screwfly Solution

A deeply upsetting scifi/horror short story! I read it on the recommendation of a friend and, yes, can confirm that this fucked me up a bit. I honestly don’t even know what to say about this that wouldn’t spoil it, but frankly with everything being as it is, this hit a little bit too close to reality. (That being said, it was very well written, like this is a very good story on a literary level and it does exactly what it sets out to accomplish.) If you feel like reading twenty pages and being really disturbed, give it a go! Otherwise go and read any number of the much happier books on this list!

The Whipping Boy

This was a book I remember reading as a lit circle book back in elementary school and really loving. After telling myself I’d reread it for years, I finally sat down with it again. If you somehow got through school without reading this one, it’s about a brat of a prince and his whipping boy — since it would be unspeakable to strike a prince, when the prince misbehaves it is Jemmy who gets whipped. Unsurprisingly, there is no love lost between the two of them, because the prince is always intentionally causing problems that Jemmy has to suffer for. Things begin to change though when the prince decides to run away and drags Jemmy along with him. On the run, being chased by highwaymen, and desperately trying to hide their identities, these boys go on a fast-paced adventure beyond the castle walls. It wasn’t as special as I remembered it being as a kid, but it’s a fine little chapter book.

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devilbat · 4 years

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Revenge of the Nerd

Accountant!Tom Hiddleston x reader

Warning: fluff, Mention of blood, mention of violence, mention of being assaulted, Possibly a small mention of vampires..oh mention of nerds.

@drakesfiance requested 6, 15, 42 with Tom. Hope you like it.. also made it a bit of a holiday one shot..

6 "Are you flirting with me?" "You finally noticed?"

15 "Is that blood?" ".....No?"

42. "I always thought vampires go, poof, when they get staked."

It was the day of the big company holiday party. You had helped plan for the night's festivities from the decorations down to the caterers. You hoped tonight would go well. As with all plans, things had there ups and downs like there were only a few of your coworkers willing to help you on a Saturday morning. Who really wanted to come into work on their day off, if it wasn't to party. Kate from marketing, Jim from IT And Tom from accounting, ended up being the only ones that came through for you. Kate was one of your friends who had helped you land your job. Sure it wasn't anything glamorous you work as the assistant to the woman that ran the company.

Jim was a bit of a jerk but did anything for you. He was a flirt and tried to get into anyone's pants. If he weren't an arrogant ass and a horn dog, he would be attractive. Then there was Tom; he was devilishly handsome, with his blondish red hair. A sharp jawline that always was graced with a five o'clock shadow. Piercing blue eyes that could steal your soul if you weren't careful. And a true Gentlemen, even with his rather shy demeanor, he always kept to himself. He never talked to anyone beside you. Though you thought it was because you were always down in accounting for your boss, it was his only reason why he spoke with you.

But you were happy he came to help, even if you were the one to wrangle him into it. The batting of your eyes and the pouting of your lips. Pleading for him to help. Though he told you he wasn't going to make any promises. You were giddy when he was the first one waiting for you in the banquet, the room the posh hotel. It had surprised you to see him out of his typical button-down shirts, pocket protector, thick rim glasses, and blue trousers. It was a beautiful sight to see him in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Not that him being a suit wasn't at all lovely.

You were on the ladder hanging Mistletoe up, well maybe you could get try and get the mysterious man that was Tom under it. You couldn't help but think of him all the time. You practically daydreamed about him at work and the unbelievable, not safe for work thing you wanted to do to him. Your mind wandered while on the ladder when you saw him reach up, his arm extended, hanging garland on the top of the door his shirt riding up, giving you a glimpse of pale skin and a bit of a very happy, happy tail. Making you lick your lips, and before you knew it, you found yourself tumbling off the ladder. Shielding yourself from hitting the ground, it never came. In fact, you never once felt that hard hit of the floor greeting your body. Opening your eyes, you found yourself in the arms of Tom.

"Are you all right?" His velvet-smooth accent rang through your ears. Making you gasp every time he spoke. His grasp was tightly holding onto you. Your cheek pressed into his chest. That fact you were this close to him, that what you felt pressed against you was solid lean rock. His sent was enough to send a shiver down your spine. Like warm spice on a cold night, with hints of coffee from this morning and something earthy like being in the Forest after the first rainfall.

"Um, y-yeah." You stammered, Tom slowly set you down. His arm still wrapped around your midsection. "How did you get to me so fast?"

"Eheheh, quick reflexes." he shrugged his lips pulled into a small. As he moved his arm from you once your feet were stable. "You should be more careful. I wouldn't want you to get hurt on the day of your party."

"Yeah." You shyly agreed, wishing you weren't so flabbergasted around this man.

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You worried your bottom lip as you arrived at the party that night. You hoped Tom would show, he never came to any of the company events. You had told him after everyone left that you wished to see him there. The dress you chose was a beautiful form-fitting sequin blue coming down mid-thigh, sparkling black tights molded to your legs like a second skin. Though when you had to rush toward the build regretting the fact you didn't grab a coat and something longer. But then again, you didn't think you would have had to walk far either. Oh, first world problems when you're running late. You heel-clicked along as you made it to the elevator shivering.

You could hear the party was in full swing before the doors even opened. Smiling to yourself when you walked in. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. You found your boss and her wife talking with a few of the board members.

"Ah, there she is, y/n." Your boss called you over. Pulling you to her side when you reached them. "This girl is the one responsible for pulling this all together." Your boss praised you, making you blush. "Y/n, this is Stan, my father's former partner.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." You hummed, shanking the older gentleman's hand.

"You young lady have been doing a wonder here." Stan acknowledged. ”Keeping this one on time. She was always late, even to her own wedding." He grins wide, and your boss scoffed. Her wife, Chanel, only nodded in agreement.

"Anyways, y/n darling, you remember my wife, Chanel." Turning your attention back to your boss. As Chanel gave you a tight hug.

"Of course." You smile, forgetting she was a hugger. And always bubbly but a sweet person.

"And where’s your date, dear?" Chanel beamed before releasing you.

"Um, I um." You stammered. You didn't think you would be asked this question. Everyone, even Stan, looked at you. You felt like a bunny in a wolf's den. Not until you felt a strong arm wrapped around your waist. You yelped about to kick whoever it was until they spoke.

"Sorry I'm late, darling. Trying to finding parking was atrocious." Tom's smooth voice spoke up. And you were once more engulfed in that earthy spice. Tom's tall frame leaned in, pressing a light kiss on top of your head. "Fallow, my lead love." He whispered into your ear. You tried to keep yourself calm. Your heart rate speeds up, ready to burst any second. You watched everyone reaction Chanel squealed, clapping her hands together.

"That's my boy." Stan seemed to smirk, patting Tom on the shoulder. Your boss, on the other hand, just raised her eyebrow at Tom. Her face set, not wavering as she looked at him.

"Eheh, now if you would Excuse us, this one owes me a dance." Tom cooed as his hand moved to the small of your back ushering you away.

"Um, What was that all about?" You inquired, looking up at the man, taking a good look at him. He was in a stunningly fitted tuxedo, black bowtie tied tightly around his neck. His blue eyes, the ones that usually hide behind thick frames, where freed from them. His sharp jaw cleaned from stubble. Your jaw may have hit the floor.

"You looked like you desired a way out." He chuckled as he moved you with the rhythm of the music.

"And what am I to say to my boss Monday when this fairytale ends cinderella?" You quipped. Not once did you notice where he was leading you to as he glided across the dance floor. Tom's slender fingers hooked under your chin, making you look up. His lips brushed against yours far too quickly for you to really register.

"You planned that, didn't you." Your eyes widened when you spotted the mistletoe hanging above your head, the same one you almost fell from.

"Hey, I might turn into a pumpkin at midnight, so I might as well take this as the perfect opportunity." He smirked.

"Are you flirting with me?" You looked into those blue eyes of his.

"You finally noticed?" He mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. He's shy, quiet, and nerdy demeanor was rather adorable.

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The night went on, staying close to your "date." Tom insisted on walking you to your car, fresh snow dusted the ground. Tom had insisted that you wear his coat.

That’s when it all happened all to fast. The guy came out of know where grabbing you out of Tom's arms. You screamed, trying to fight him off of you as he pulled you into the ally. The other guy making sure Tom wouldn't follow, hit Tom in the head with a blunt object. The other man followed the one that held you tightly. Once he reached you, his hand grabbed ahold of your jaw harshly.

"Stop your screaming, and you might make it out of this without much more than a good fuck." The man snarled. Tears streamed down your face as you called once more for Tom. Unfortunately, giving you a sharp smack across the face. "I said shut up, you ungrateful whore."

Before he could do anything further, he was ripped from you and tossed at a high rate of speed. The man holding you by the throat growled. Pushing you to the floor as he attacked your savior. Both men that attacked you came at the new man. You watch in horror. Soon you recognized who stepped in to save you.

"Tom, watch out." You screamed as the other man came behind him. "No!" shrieking when Tom's assailant impaled Tom with the object in his hands.

The growling of a wild wounded animal came deep from Tom, making you jump. Tom turned around his eye, growling a snarl along his lips, showing two long sharp canines. Your eyes widened in horror. Tom ripped the man apart. The other man didn't get very far before Tom tore into him, drinking from his throat. Tom turned towards you, approaching you with caution.

"Darling are, are you all right?" He choked out, unsure what your reaction would be. You should be scared fleeing for your life. But somehow you knew he wouldn't hurt you. If he was, he would have done it by now, right?

"Is that blood?" You squeaked out, feeling a bit woozy. Tom quickly wiped the blood from his mouth.

".....No?" He smiled, shyly his fangs peeking out between his lips. His hand reached out for you. "I won't harm you." He tried to reassure you. Your shaking hand took his. "Are you hurt?" His eyes were scanning you for any injuries. His free hand brushed against your now lightly purple cheek. You winced, giving him his answer. He looked back at the men he slaughtered. Your eyes followed him. You gasped at the sight. Tom quickly turned you away.

"Tom?" he hummed in response, looking down at you. "I always thought vampires go, poof, when they get staked." You inquired. Tom stopped his mouth gaped.

"I'm not what movies make us out to be. That and I’ve lived a very long life. I do believe it was when the middle ages were Popular. Before Vlad, the Impaler. Before." Tom shrugged like it was nothing.

"Okay, okay, I get it your as old as a dinosaur!" You teased.

"Hey, now I'm not that old." Tom huffed.

"You're really do have this whole Clark Kent thing going on. But I got to ask, why did you stop caring about fashion in like 1980? You have this poindexter, revenge of the nerd's thing going on at work."

"Hey, now I liked that movie." Tom grumbling. "I have to look inconspicuous, not every day you look as good as I do at six hundred years."

"Okay, Yoda. So like why are you. I'm-you know." You started nervously playing with the hem of Tom's coat.

"Why what?" Tom smiled. You were rather cute when you were nervous.

"Taking an interest in me. It's not like I'm a Secret vampire during the night and mild-mannered accountant during the day! Why, accountant?" You started Squirreling on him again, going from one subject to the next.

“Slow down, darling. How about this, I'll tell you everything at dinner tomorrow night?" He suggested.

"I'm not on the menu, right?" Quickly looking up at him.

“As tantalizing of a morsel, that you are. No, well, not in the way you're thinking, at least." Tom wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh my God, perv." You smack Tom in the chest playfully.

"Come on, let's get you home." he pulled you into his side. Heading back the direction you were going.

”Do I have to invite you in? Wait, what about the sun? Cause I mean, you do have a day job. Oh, and crosses? Garlic?" You chattered on. You heard Tom groan.

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starlight-ascension · 5 years

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The precure all stars celebrating Halloween

-the ones who get excited starting in early September are: Nozomi, Kurumi, Erika, Yuri, Hibiki, Ellen, Akane, Yayoi, Aguri, Megumi, Yuko, Haruka, Kirara, Mirai (duh), Kotoha, Ichika, Himari, Aoi, Yukari, Ciel, Hana, Saaya, Emiru, Elena, and Asuka

-everyone who’s from another world and hasn’t celebrated Halloween before doesn’t really get the point, but gets way too into it anyways

-the girls dare each other to watch scary movies, starting with Kanade daring Ciel to watch a mild horror movie, and then Ciel dares Nozomi and Honoka to watch a somewhat scarier movie, and eventually over the course of half of October, a bunch of precures have been dared to watch horror movies, and the movies in question just get scarier and scarier. No one knows who started the dares, except Kanade who did, she didn’t anticipate this but goes along anyways and pretends that someone else dared her

-precures cosplaying as each other

-precures cosplaying as villains and doing intentionally-ridiculous impressions of them (including the ones that heel-face, who are very confused as to why precures from other seasons are pointing at them and giggling)

-Nagisa and Honoka do an actually good couples costume

-so do Love and Setsuna

-somebody suggests transforming, going to a halloween event thrown by civilians, and saying you’re dressing as your favourite precure for halloween

-carving pumpkins and Reika makes an absolutely terrifying one. Everyone asks where she got the idea to do such a scary slasher face with the creepy fangs and eyes. She responds “Joker”

-At some point in mid to late October, Urara, Team Suite, Makoto, Aoi, Emiru, Ruru, and Yuni all transform and sing This Is Halloween, Monster Mash, the Ghostbusters theme, that one cover of Spooky Scary Skeletons, and Thriller on a podium with magic effects and black lights, in a Halloween-themed performance for all the precures and their allies and friends who are involved in the magic happenings

-everyone 13 and under (Hikari, Ako, Aguri, Haruka, Kirara, Towa, Yui, Mirai, Kotoha, [plus Riko even though she’s 14 as of episode 40, she’s going with her girlfriend and their daughter], Ichika, Ciel, Pikario, Hana, Emiru [+ Ruru because BFFs go trick or treating together], Hikaru, Nodoka, Asumi though she poses as a parent, Manatsu, Sango, and Laura) goes trick-or-treating. They split off into 3 teams and cover almost half the city, with strategies they planned out six weeks in advance and rehearsed at advance meetups. Everyone carries a pillowcase of course, and their fairies come with them in their own mini-costumes.

-the trick-or-treater strategies include: wearing costumes designed to be cute or clever, doing research to find out which houses have the best candy, transforming somewhere hidden and going back to really good houses pretending to be another kid dressed as a PreCure (everyone except Aguri and Asumi does this at some point), carrying a hidden second pillowcase with very little candy in it and using it to get a bigger candy haul due to people having sympathy for a little girl with almost nothing, and more

-meanwhile, the 14-and-up precures (Nagisa and Honoka, every member of teams splash star [plus the kiryuu twins], yes!5, and heartcatch, Hibiki, Kanade, Ellen, all of team smile, Ayumi/Echo, Mana, Rikka, Alice, Makoto, everyone on team hacha [plus Maria, and Ohana and Olina], Minami, Himari, Aoi, Yukari, Akira, Saaya, Homare, Lala, Elena, Madoka, Yuni, Chiyu, Hinata, Minori, Asuka) throw an absolutely MASSIVE rager party (at one of Karen’s mega-mansions, where else) for Halloween. Of course, they also invite Regina, Bibury, and Henri. There’s costumes, Halloween-themed punch and soda drinks, huge amounts of candy and halloween-themed cupcakes and cookies, really loud music (which Aoi, Urara, and Ellen contribute to), oh so much glitter, decorations, disco lighting, nonstop dancing, and absolutely no adult supervision. It goes on until 4am.

-the exception to this, of course, is Team Fresh. They were GOING to go to the party, but then Inori points out that Setsuna, being raised in dystopian Labyrinth, had never even heard of Halloween before a few weeks ago, and that she should have the opportunity to go trick-or-treating in her life. All four of them go trick-or-treating with the younger girls, and stay out for hours. Setsuna is bouncing with excitement. She wants to stay out all night, but by 9:30, people are running out of candy.

-At 9:45, team Fresh meets up with Riko and Ruru. The latter drops off Emiru with Hana, and they go to the party. The minute they walk in, someone yells “THEY’RE HERE” and then everyone turns to them, drags them to the dance floor, and screams “HEY TEAM FRESH! DO THE THRILLER DANCE!!!!!” Team Fresh gladly obliges.

-With all the older girls at the party, the younger ones (and the younger fairies who weren’t allowed to go to the party) have no one to stop them from eating tons of candy or make them go to bed. They trade candy based on everyone’s preferences, stay up until midnight, and a third of the collected candy disappears that night.

-After Halloween ends and November starts, everyone sleeps for DAYS, either burned out and exhausted to collapsing from partying really hard all night, or in sugar comas from eating all that candy. (Or both, given how much sugar was consumed at the party.) Several fairies wake up on November 1st, and they carefully clean up and put blankets over the sleeping girls (who are still in their costumes) while staying as quiet as they can and managing not to wake anyone.

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livinginahicktown · 7 years

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valentine's day ask: sweet?, 50 ask: #1, 3, 15, 21, 24, 25, 48?, space questions: moon, rigel, libra, aries, cygnus?, *inhales deep, catch breath* and personal ask: #5, 9, 18, 22, 32?

Whee~ Long posts XD

Valentine’s Ask:

sweet: do you like candy and chocolate?

I love candy and chocolate! More than my stomach would like, honestly.

50 Ask:

1) What was your favorite 90s show?

Animaniacs. I own 3 of the 4 seasons and still listen to the songs pretty regularly.

3) What is one character you feel particularly tied to?

alsdvblaes there’s at least one in every series XP right now it’s a tie between Fenris and Anders. Then there’s Dipper from Gravity Falls. Date Masamune from Sengoku Basara. Regulus from Saint Seiya...

15) You get to meet one author of your choosing (dead or alive) and ask them all your unanswered questions about their book. Who do you talk to?

Yikes. If I met any of the authors of books I love, I’d probably sit in awe unable to really talk. Maybe either David Gaider because I have a lot of Dragon Age questions or Gail Carriger because I seriously love the Soulless series.

21) What is your feel good movie?

If I need a feel good movie, I tend to end up watching something animated. Disney, Pixar...I really like the All Dogs Go To Heaven movies though. And Oliver and Company. And The Secret of N.I.M.H. Honestly, give me cute movies with talking animals and I’m happy.

24) Tell me a story about you.

I don’t know what kind of story to tell. Like my life has been really weird and honestly I should probably be dead. Like, I rolled an ATV and it landed on top of me halfway down a sand dune. How I missed the sharp, jagged rock at the top, I have no idea. I also used to make tree houses and forts out of mesquite trees and my favorite place to relax was up in the branches surrounded by inch and a half long thorns while everyone else sat on the ground on old tires. Oh, and there was the Deathly Hollows part 2 midnight release that I went to. Dressed up and everything. Sat on the sidewalk with a friend and a ton of strangers who shared their food and drinks, mostly tarts and pumpkin juice, with us for, like, 7 hours in the middle of the city.

25) Name a lesson you have learned from a fictional character.

No matter what’s happened to you, it doesn’t have to hold you back. And there’s nothing wrong with needing help because even the strongest need allies.

48) Are you an old soul or young soul?

Pretty sure I’ve been around a while. Maybe not as old as some, but I’m definitely not young either.

Space:

Moon: What are you currently studying/hope to study?

As a personal thing, I’m studying Japanese, but in college I’m working on a Chemistry degree. Or, well, I will be once I get back into school.

Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster?

I love rollercoasters! My favorite so far is X2 at Magic Mountain.

Libra: Favourite colour?

I like red and orange pretty equally, followed by army green and black. Also currently fond of blue.

Aries: Favourite movie?

I don’t have a favorite movie. I enjoy most things I watch and don’t watch something I wouldn’t like unless it’s at the request of someone else. Can’t really go wrong with something animated though. Or psychological horror. Or mystery.

Cygnus: Favourite weather?

Sunny, around 75-80 degrees, low humidity. Maybe a slightly cool breeze.

Personal:

5) Coke or Pepsi?

I can’t drink anything with caffeine in it XP but when I could, I preferred the taste of Pepsi usually. But if we’re talking company-wise, I still drink non-caffeinated soda and prefer Sprite (Coke) over 7 UP (Pepsi).

9) What’s your dream job?

Forensic Toxicologist or Blood Spatter Analyst.

18) Obsession?

Oh Maker, um...They come in waves. Dragon Age, obviously. Sengoku Basara, Hakuouki, Peacemaker Kurogane, Saint Seiya, Descendants of Darkness. Gravity Falls. War history. Dragons. The supernatural and cryptids.

22) Nicknames people call you?

Currently my nickname is Fenris because apparently I brood (IDK ask the purple Hawke I was living with). Captain Meliodas. Italy. Dipper. Lavi (baka usagi/stupid rabbit), which I will never get away from thanks to @haunterluvcookies (love ya, Yu-chan XD). Honestly, anyone I’ve cosplayed as has been used as a nickname as well as shortened versions and plays on my birth name.

32) Favorite show?

That I’m currently watching or recently finished? Voltron. That I stopped part way through and need to continue? Yuri on Ice. That I’ve gone way out of my way to obtain on DVD and get merchandise for? See my obsessions.

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jimin-infires-life · 7 years

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Roman Holiday | Oneshot

Jungkook x Reader | Oneshot

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Word Count: 5,820 words

A/N: i’m gonna start off by thanking @extraterrestrial-taehyung bc she ULTRA EDITED this (ty and ily). ALSO i was supposed to finish part 2 of La Douleur Exquise but halsey fucked me up.

Inspired by Halsey- Roman Holiday

Roman Holiday- (n.) an occasion on which enjoyment or profit is derived from others' suffering or discomfort.

“Dad,” You called out with a strong voice to the drunken figure that walked in through the broken front door. You got up from your patched-up couch and skirted around the empty glasses of alcohol left all around the house to help the staggering figure get inside. He held an empty glass bottle in his hand with a grip strong enough to kill someone. “Dad.” You became wary of your father as you softly called out to him, stopping yourself from getting close. You knew he was going to burst soon, as he usually did. “It’s around midnight dad, I think you should get in bed-”

Out of nowhere, your father threw his bottle at the wall behind you. The sudden crash frightened you, suddenly knocking the breath from your lungs. The sharp pieces clattered loudly to the hardwood floor and shone dully in the ever-constant dimming light of the living room. “That bitch!” Your drunken father’s words slurred together as he limped his way into the kitchen. You carefully followed him, maintaining your distance. “That motherfucker threw me out of his bar!” He yanked opened the refrigerator door and pulled out one of many beer bottles before slamming it shut, rattling the empty cereal boxes that sat above. “That fucker!” He popped the top off with no problem and chugged half the beer in one go.

“Dad,” Taking tenuous steps towards him, your main goal was to get him to bed. “Isn’t it time to go to sleep? I mean the neighborhood-”

His booming voice stopped you in your tracks. “Who gives a fuck about the neighborhood?! We live next door to a bunch of crack addicts and drug dealers! I certainly don’t give a fuck!”

“Let’s go to sleep, please?” You begged your father, who had drunkenly sat down in a rickety wooden chair next to the dining table, his poison in hand.

“Let’s not.”

He was the reason why your nights were always painfully long.

“It’s okay, my little pumpkin. You stay here, okay? I’ll go deal with him.” Your mother tucked you into the small bed, leaving you in the darkness of your room. You were afraid without your mother, but you were also afraid of leaving her with him.

From outside your room, a loud shout was heard. You were about nine, and knew what the man who you called ‘dad’ was capable of. Your hands grabbed your mother’s long fingers to stop her from going. As your eyes wandered from her hands to her shoulders, you spotted all the bruises he had left on her. When your eyes landed on her face, you gazed at the cuts. You felt weak, helpless, and scared.

Your mother bent down and softly laid a kiss on your head. “I’m sorry honey.” She got back up and went to fight the devil as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, no one woke you up. The sun protruded through the broken blinds and irritated you as the small clock on your wall struck seven am. By that time, the smell of pancakes would have usually wafted into your room, but no such smell came that morning.

At around eight am, a scream had awoken you. After that, everything was a haze. You felt as if you were in a movie, watching the screen instead of actually living it. You only remembered parts of what happened, cutting out scenes that your mind couldn’t handle.

Your living room. A noose. A dead body hanging from the ceiling fan. Tears. Sirens. Yells. Screams. Tears. Your mother.

Somehow, you landed back in your room with the police going through all of your things. You couldn’t breathe; your lungs felt as if they were cut off from oxygen, and that your body was punishing you for not being able to save her. A letter was found in the drawer of your nightstand addressed to you.

Immediately looking at your name on the envelope, you could tell it was your mother’s handwriting. You weren’t ready to open the letter and read what your mother had to say. You were mad at her for leaving you alone. She was your only ally in the fight against the demon.

As the days went on without your mother, the letter stayed unopened in that drawer. You dealt with your father the way your mother would. With unyielding tenderness. Whenever he would yell, you would soothe him. Whenever he would break bottles, you would clean them up. Whenever he would raise his hand, you would keep your eyes shut, waiting for the moment his hand would land on you.

One day, you realized your mother had lost the fight against the demon. He had killed her. With all the courage in your heart, you opened her letter.

“Y/N, my little pumpkin, I’m a terrible mother, I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry I had to leave you like this. Maybe we’ll meet in heaven, hopefully not soon, but one day. I wish things would have been different. I want you to survive him. Survive the Beast and get out when you can. One day, you’ll be happy. I love you so much. I’m sorry.”

As you opened the front door of your house and stepped outside to get to work, your best friend’s voice came from out of nowhere. “Rough night?” Next door, Jungkook was sitting on the steps of his house as if he was waiting for you to come out.

“Yah, Jungkook, what are you doing surprising me like that! I swear I’ll die of a heart attack one day.” You smiled at him as you walked down the concrete steps that led to your broken down house. “Did you hear what happened last night?”

Jungkook nodded. He got up from where he was sitting and walked to you. “I think the whole neighborhood heard. Everyone’s scared of him, even the police.” He stared at you with his doe eyes, waiting for a witty response from you.

“Once a drunk, always a drunk.” You sighed.

The first time you met Jeon Jungkook was after your mother had died. You remembered running away from your house. You remembered the dark night sky as you ran without stopping, bringing a bag filled with only a couple of clothes along with you. Trying to get yourself out of the west side of town, you ran towards the east side where you remember your mother having said was a safe place.

As a young nine year old, you knew how cruel the world was, and how nothing was ever fair. You remembered passing strangers who looked at you with malice and had evil intents in mind. You avoided the dark alleys and only went through the streets with streetlights illuminating the path. After following all the street signs and everything your mother had said about that place, you eventually made it to a clearing in a forest, which was apparently not far from where you started off. You went in a circle.

Your heart felt defeated. You wanted to leave the evil man that killed your mother, but you couldn’t. You were naive, unknowing of many things, and innocent. Laying down on the grass in the clearing, you looked up at the pitch black night sky. At first, the smog hid all the bright stars, but as you stared up longer, you saw them. You were mesmerised and couldn’t stop staring, even when you heard the soft sound of footsteps coming close to you.

A soft voice called out to you. “Um, hello.” His voice was small and sounded a little afraid. You sat up and turned around to see from whom the voice was coming from. Only an outline was visible in the darkness.

“Hi,” You spoke to him with a little bounce in your voice. His figure made it seem as if he was the same age as you, or maybe younger. “I’m Y/N.” The little boy slowly walked over to you and sat on the grass right next to you.

He looked up at the sky, lost in the darkness. “Isn’t it beautiful?” His voice seemed to have gained a little more confidence. His head slowly turned towards you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook.” The moon’s light showed his lips curl up into a soft smile, making a warm feeling spread inside your heart.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Y/N, let’s go out and do something fun.” Jungkook, who you thought was sound asleep on your lap, had actually been staring at you as you read your book. You were leaning on a tree in the clearing you had met him in years ago, and the shade that blocked the harsh rays of the sun gave you peace.

You set the book aside as you looked down at Jungkook, who was curiously gazing up at you. “Hmm,” An idea suddenly popped in your mind. “What if we sneak into the city pool tonight? Ya know the one that’s on the other side of town and is always heated?” You stared down at Jungkook, who didn’t seem so fond of the idea.

“But that’s kinda illegal?” His eyebrows were knitted together in concern, but you paid no attention to his fear. He was always afraid of things that he wasn’t sure of, but once your wild personality forced him into doing something, he started to like it.

“Everything’s kinda illegal if you think about it. We’re seventeen, we should have fun together before we go on and lead a shitty life. Everything is about timing.” A smile crept onto your face as Jungkook thought about the proposition. “Plus,” You continued. “I’ll be able to get away from my son of a bitch father tonight.”

Hesitantly, he agreed to go with you.

You leaped into the pool with your t-shirt and shorts on, enjoying the sudden feeling of warmth the pool gave. Behind you was a reluctant Jungkook in his shirt and swimming trunks.

“Yah Jungkook, you said you would jump in with me!” Your voice resonated throughout the gated neighborhood the pool resided in. You swam to where he was standing and grabbed onto his ankle. You looked up to him with a smirk right before you pulled him in. The sudden look of horror on his face before falling in amused you so much to the point where you almost drowned because of your laughter.

Jungkook saw the opportunity to get back at you and jumped on you. Playfully, the both of you were going at each other, throwing water towards each other and trying to drown each other. Somehow, Jungkook ended up hugging you in the middle of the pool. His eyes were transfixed on yours, and yours on his. The distance between your faces was less than a couple of inches, and you could feel his warm breath on your cold skin. Suddenly the warm water wasn’t as warm as Jungkook’s skin. You wanted more of him. More of his touch. You looked down onto his lips which leisurely turned into his adorable bunny-like smile.

“I see you staring.” He joked. A grin apparent on his face, but when the pool’s security alarm was tripped, it was wiped off. “Oh shit.”

“That was fun.” You smiled up at Jungkook, who was out of breath from running. Finally the both of you were in front of your houses after running away from the police. Jungkook lived right next door to you. He was a foster kid living with a bunch of crack addicts who didn’t really give a shit about him; they used him for the monthly government check and you weren’t sure why he was even dealing with them.

Jungkook’s face was struck in horror when you said that. “Fun?! Does being chased by the cops sound fun to you?”

You stared up at the sky that was decorated with small stars light years away. It reminded you of the time you tried to run away years ago. It reminded you of the peace. If I get the chance to bolt, You thought, I’ll go. And I’ll take him with me too. “Anything’s fun with you. All I need is you by my side and I’m happy.”

A slight blush formed on his cheeks before he turned away in embarrassment. “Bye Y/N, see you tomorrow.” He ran inside before you were even able to say goodbye.

As you stepped inside your house, a yell erupted from your father. “Do you know what fuckin’ time it is?!?” You quickly shut the door. Your father had been drunkenly sitting on the patched up old couch before getting up, and stalking angrily towards you. Your legs were bolted in place. Fear kept you from running out and it kept you from fighting for yourself. “You little whore! It’s fucking one in the morning and you’ve been out with that crack boy next door!” His hand was raised, and your eyes shut instinctively. His hand landed on your cheek with a smack, making your face burn with pain. Tears were falling from your eyes as you softly rubbed your injured cheek. “You’re just like your mother! A little slut!” First, your heart broke, then anger ensued.

You didn’t mind your father insulting you, but you couldn’t bear him insulting the angel that had risked her life to save you, even though she lost against him. “Don’t.” You warned him through your tears, anger laced in that one word.

Your father’s eyes widened as he raised his other hand and slapped you on the other cheek. The slap loudly resonated around your small house, and the pain was harsher than what he had done to the previous cheek. “Don’t you fucking dare talk back to me!” He screamed at you, attacking you with more words that pained your heart. That night, he hurt you with his hands and words. Bruises and cuts, similar to your angelic mother’s, were all over your body.

An hour later, when he somehow passed out on the living room floor because of his depleted energy, you ran to your room. Opening your closet door, you took out a bag and shoved the couple of shirts you had along with the money you had earned and saved just for this purpose; to run away. After quietly lacing the only pair of shoes you had, you grabbed the only thing that your mother left to you; her precious perfume.

With your bag on your back and courage in your heart, you stepped out of the house. The darkness greeted you with happiness as you tried to find your way behind your neighbor’s house and to Jungkook’s window. After you found it, you gently knocked on the window, hoping he’d get up.

Right next to the window was Jungkook’s bed, and the sheets rustled as he sat up. His eyes landed on you with surprise, and he turned on the lamp and opened his window to talk to you.

“Y/N,” Concern was written all over his face. “What happened?” His hands went outside the window frame and gently caressed your bruised face. “Did he do this?”

“I’m leaving Jungkook. I can’t do this anymore.” Your eyes were teary once more. You knew your heart wouldn’t be able to live without Jungkook. “Can-can you come with me? Please.” You begged, tears falling from your face.

Jungkook’s warm hands wiped away your tears and caressed you. “Of course. You’re the only person in this world I care about. The only person.” His eyes peered into yours with a protective gaze. “Let’s drive.”

The car, which you thought was a complete piece of junk, drove further and further away from the hell town. From the passenger seat, you stared out of the window and into the darkness of night, admiring the shining stars as you imagined what would become of your life. You had planned on doing this for years, but now with Jungkook by your side, you weren’t sure anymore if your decision was right. Where would we go? What happens when we run out of money? As high school dropouts, you knew places would be reluctant to hire you guys and the only jobs you’d get were the crummy ones that wouldn’t pay much.

A sigh slipped from your mouth as you looked away from the window and turned your head towards Jungkook. His tired eyes were concentrated on the road and his lips were curled up into a smile.

“You love to stare. I don’t mind, but it would make me feel better if you stared with a smile.” A smirk played on his face as he snuck a glance towards you before returning to look back at the dark and empty road.

A smile emerged from your bruised face. “This is why you’re my second favorite person in the world. You always make me smile.”

Jungkook quickly turned his head and looked at you with shocked eyes. “Who is number one then?! I thought I was your number one.” He looked back at the road with a pout on his face.

You were quiet for a minute or two, a frown had replaced your small smile. “My mother,” You said to him, breaking the silence. “My mother is- was number one. She died a long time ago.” You never talked about your mother to Jungkook. He knew something bad had happened to her, and that you never wanted to talk about it, until now. Your eyes stayed on Jungkook, who was watching the road. You noticed that his eyes were sad as they stared out onto the road. “She was abused by him for years. The only reason that she stayed with him was to protect me, and I-it makes me regret even being alive.” Tears started falling from your eyes and your voice shook as you continued. “I keep on thinking to myself ‘What if she didn’t have me? Would she have run away? Would she have a better life?’ I hate myself. I’m the reason she kill- killed herself.”

After you finished. Jungkook’s lips were pressed together into a frown and his eyes were glassy. He immediately parked the car on the side of the empty road and pulled you into a warm hug. His arms reached around your back as your cries turned into gasping sobs. He whispered sweet nothings in your ears. “It wasn’t your fault,” He whispered. “It’s okay, I’m here for you.” He rubbed your back as you let out all your tears. “All anyone ever needs is a good hug.”

Your side lay resting on the passenger side seat, which was pulled back so you were able to sleep right next to Jungkook, whose seat was pulled back right next to yours. The car was parked at a quiet rest stop the next morning, the sunrise peeking through the horizon bringing warmth into the car.

When your eyes opened up, the first thing you saw was Jungkook smiling in his sleep. His hair brushed over his eyes and the sun’s light softly kissing his features, giving his face a beautiful glow. You couldn’t help but stare at him. He’s perfect, you thought. He’s the only person I have now. He’s the only one I can rely on. Your heart started to race as you thought of your future with him. Would we date? Do I like him? Thoughts went wild in your mind as you thought of being in a romantic relationship with your best friend. Who am I kidding, he doesn’t like me. Even if he might not like me back, I like him. I love him.

Suddenly, Jungkook’s eyes opened and he stared back at you with a smirk. “Like what you see?” Jungkook joked, but to you it wasn’t really a joke.

A blush appeared on your face as you got up from the seat, pulling it back up. “Shut up, do you know where we are?”

Jungkook did the same and yawned, stretching his arms up in the small car. “Well considering I drove all night while you were asleep, we’re pretty far.” You turned around in your seat to look at him again. His eyes were closed as he was stretching his arms, his muscles made you blush. His eyes opened back up and he knew you were staring. “Let's get out and eat.”

The diner was in the middle of nowhere. The both of you sat in a booth in the corner of the restaurant and ordered some breakfast food. As you breathed in, the smell of coffee calmed your heart. In front of you, Jungkook was playing around with the menu, trying to distract himself so he wouldn’t fall asleep.

“Hey Jungkook,” You called his name, and he looked up. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

He shook his head. “Nah, I only got about an hour or two of sleep.” The bags under his eyes made you worry about his health.

“After breakfast let’s stay in motel. Sleep there, okay?” Even though it was phrased like a question, it sounded more like a command. You knew that Jungkook would never tell you if anything was wrong with him, and he would keep on going until he was fully broken down.

The only room the motel in the desolate town had was a one bed suite. As Jungkook stepped into the air conditioned room, he dropped everything he was holding and jumped onto the bed. You picked up everything he dropped and put it all on the little table right next to the bed. When you looked back at Jungkook, he lay on his side, patting the space next to him, signaling for you to go lay next to him.

You jumped onto the bed and lay on your side, looking up at Jungkook, who had harbored a bright smile. “So,” He said. “I can’t really sleep.” His lips were a couple of inches away from yours, and his hooded eyes intently stared into your eyes.

A sigh came from your lips. “Fine, let’s play a game then. Tell me a secret, then I’ll tell you one.”

Jungkook thought for a couple of seconds, his eyes wandering around the room trying to think of a good secret. “Well, contrary to what half the town may believe, I’ve never had sex.” You were surprised. Jungkook was known to be a playboy that broke almost every girl’s heart in town, besides yours. “Now you tell me a secret.”

“Okay, well,” You weren’t sure if you wanted to tell your secret. It wasn’t that it was too embarrassing, which it wasn’t, it was that you had a feeling that it would change the atmosphere around you and Jungkook. “I have had sex.” Shyly, you looked away from Jungkook’s shocked gaze.

“Wait seriously?” Jungkook asked you with wide eyes. You looked back at him and nodded. “Oh my god, with who?” He questioned.

“With Yoongi.” Your face started to feel warm as you tried to not look into Jungkook’s judging gaze. He seemed angry but also shocked at the same time.

“Seriously?!? He’s like 3 years older than you? How? Why? When?” He grilled you with questions, making you feel attacked.

Starting to feel uncomfortable, you sat up. “I-I’m gonna go to the bathroom-” Right before you got out of bed, Jungkook pulled you back down and made you face him.

“Y/N, tell me.” His curious eyes looked deep into yours, and you were 100 percent sure he wouldn’t want to hear the details.

“Do you really want to know?” He nodded, leaving you to tell him how it all went down. “Well, I was drunk at Hoseok’s party a couple of months ago and Yoongi kept hitting on me, and so it just happened. We just got caught up in the moment.”

Jungkook’s lips were pursed together as he looked at you with a protective gaze. “He was the last person I’d think you’d give your first away to.” He muttered.

You were curious as to who he thought would be your first. Your lips slowly turned into a smirk. “Who did you think would be my first?”

Jungkook took a breath in, and pursed his lips. He opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. You were eagerly waiting for his response. Eventually, he talked. “I thought it would, um, be someone you know, like, um,” He hesitated, not wanting to say the person’s name. “Me.”

Your heart dropped. Really? You thought. Does he like me? I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. But what if he does like me? Should I tell him now? Should I tell him I love him? You were speechless for a bit, watching Jungkook look away from you with a bright blush on his face. “I- Jungkook, I need to tell you something. I- um,” Jungkook looked back at you, staring at your lips. “I-”

Right then, Jungkook pressed his soft lips onto yours, making your heart explode with happiness. You kissed him back, his lips entangling with yours. His soft lips bit yours before he separated from your lips. His nose touched yours as he lovingly looked at you and chuckled.

“Y/N,” His breathy voice called your name which made your heartbeat go faster and faster each second. “I love you.”

You laughed with tears of happiness falling from your eyes. “I-I love you too.” The both of you stared at each other for a long time in peaceful silence before you talked. “Let’s go to sleep-”

Jungkook interrupted you. “But it’s morning-”

“You only had a couple hours to sleep, now shut up and cuddle with me.”

The next day, you both were back on the road. “Any destination in mind?” Jungkook asked you as he was driving. A smile was stuck to his face ever since he had confessed to you the day before and you couldn’t contain your happiness.

You were oozing with joy. The developing feelings you had for Jungkook increased by a tenfold every second you spent with him. “Let’s just get away to somewhere we’re happy.” With no destination in mind, Jungkook kept driving, running farther and farther away from your hometown.

Staring outside of the passenger seat window, you looked up at the beautiful blue sky. The sky seemed more vibrant than before, causing you to wonder what happened to you. Am I different? You thought. I feel like a different person, it’s like being in love with Jungkook changed me. Maybe this change is a good thing, maybe it’ll help me get away from my problems. You suddenly remembered your father, and what he had done to you and your family. Melancholy slowly settled in your heart. That was when you realized that you could never get away from him. I’m messed up. You were on the brink of crying. This hurts me. I can’t let Jungkook deal with me. He deserves someone better. Someone who would love him wholeheartedly. Someone who doesn’t keep running away from her problems. Someone other than me.

Jungkook interrupted your thoughts. “What are you thinking about? You’re being so quiet.” You smiled at the thought of being with Jungkook forever, but knew that it wasn’t possible.

“You.”

That night, the both of you prepared to sleep in the car, which was parked at another empty rest stop. With both of the seats leaning all the way back, you and Jungkook laid back onto the seats. Jungkook slowly grabbed your hand, and held it in his warm grasp.

As you both were lovingly transfixed in each other’s gaze, you broke the comfortable silence that surrounded you. “How do you imagine our future?”

Jungkook smirked, playing with your heartstrings as he played with your hand. “Well I imagine us having two kids, I don’t really care about the gender, but I want two. I also see us in a small but cozy house, with the children constantly yelling and running. I also see us going to our children’s graduation, still madly in love with each other. To embarrass our children I might just french kiss you in front of all of their friends. And then I see them getting married and having little grandkids we could play with. I might just steal one of their kids to raise with you. We’d probably spoil them rotten, making our kids get mad at us. And then I see us growing old together, with your hand in mine, like it is now.”

Tears started falling from your eyes, and sobs left your lips. Worried, Jungkook pulled you into a warm hug, calming you down. “I’m here for you. I’m always here, because I love you.” He whispered lovingly into your ear, causing you to cry even more. He didn’t deserve someone like me, you thought.

As you pushed Jungkook away, you reassured him you were okay with a lie. “These are tears of happiness,” You said with a little laugh. “I swear I’m fine.”

With his hand still grasping on to yours, he held onto you tighter. “I love you.”

“Me too.” You whispered.

That night, you couldn’t sleep. As you looked over Jungkook, who was comfortably sleeping on the seat, you thought about the future. Your future. You knew that your past would drive you crazy, leaving Jungkook’s dream of a perfect family broken. He needed someone else to make him happy. All night, you debated with yourself whether the decision you were about to make was a good one or a bad one. In the end, you decided to go through with it.

When Jungkook woke up the next morning, you weren’t by his side. The passenger side seat was pulled up, with a note set on the cold seat. Jungkook’s first thought was that you were out at the rest stop using the bathroom or the vending machines. When he sat up, he took the note from the seat and observed it. The handwriting was yours, and it was addressed to Jungkook. He was afraid to open it; he tried to convince himself that whatever was happening was a prank or a misunderstanding. He opened it.

“I love you, but you deserve better than me. I’m sorry.”

Those words broke him.

He didn’t believe you were gone. He didn’t believe after you had told him I love you that you would run away from him. He wasn’t your father, he was a kind man. He would’ve taken care of you, he would have made sure you led a happy life. He convince himself that because he didn’t convince you about that enough that you ran away.

That day, he ran around town with the only picture of you he had and asked everyone in sight if they had seen you. None of the people he asked saw you. He drove to nearby towns and did the same thing. He wasn’t able to eat, drink, or sleep, and all he did was stare at the picture of you. His heart was broken. He had his whole future planned out, and all of the plans had you in it.

Days turned into weeks and he still couldn’t find you. He would drive to the ends of the Earth just to find out where you were, but no one knew anything about you. Eventually, Jungkook ran out of money; he spent most of it on gas and posters with your smiling face on it. He had to get a job, and with his level of education, he was sure that it wouldn't be an easy road. After a shit ton of interviews, he landed a job. It was a crummy job at a convenience store, but it was still a job. For the first couple of weeks he lived in his car, using any free time he had to try and find you, but after getting tired of sleeping in his uncomfortable car, he rented a small studio apartment. He went to work everyday at 6 am, got off at 6 pm, went on a hunt for you in every direction possible the second he got off work right until he was worn down, and then went to sleep in his small apartment. It went on like that for months until that one horrific day.

It was a normal day for Jungkook as he was cleaning out the fryer in the back of the store. From the front counter, one of the employees yelled out Jungkook’s name. Maybe it’s about Y/N, he thought as he dropped everything he was doing. He ran to the front of the store where the employee and a police officer were standing. Jungkook’s disappointment didn’t show on his face as he went up to the counter.

“The officer wants to talk to you.” The employee signaled him to look at the officer, who had a somber look on his face. He went off to the side of the store with the officer and talked to him.

“How can I help you sir?” He asked with curiosity. Jungkook had a clean rap sheet and knew he had done nothing wrong except looking for the love of his life.

“You’re Jeon Jungkook, right?” The officer made sure, and Jungkook nodded. “There isn’t an easy way to put this,” The officer looked uncomfortable as he pulled out a letter from one of his jacket’s pocket. “Well, this was found at a crime scene. It was addressed to you.”

The officer handed the letter to Jungkook, and he quickly tore it open. The handwriting was yours, and Jungkook figured that out from the name written on the envelope. “It’s from Y/N.”

“Jungkook, I don’t know if you’re still looking for me or if you’ve found someone that’s actually worthy of you, but I want to know that I love you. I miss you. Maybe we could meet up? It’s okay if you don’t want to see me. I’m sorry. I love you. -Y/N”

For the first time in months, Jungkook smiled. His smile held hope; he wanted to continue his disrupted life with you and he promised himself to never leave you out of his sight. “Where- where did you find this?” He looked up at the sorrowful officer with joy.

“At a crime scene. I’m sorry to say this but the person who wrote you that letter died of a drug overdose three days ago in a motel room. It took us a long time to track you down.” The officer looked at Jungkook with pity as his world came crashing down.

“I-I don’t understand- we were supposed to spend our life together. We were supposed to live our- our happy lives,” Tears gently greeted Jungkook’s skin as he sobbed. “I-I love her.” His knees gave out as he fell to the floor, crying.

mmmm im so sorry

i love halsey so much i had to make it sad

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