#(yes i am saying for every secret she keeps and lie she tells and has told and continues to tell)
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⚔️ // she felt DISHONEST.
as though she were BETRAYING HER FRIEND right then and there , by not staying. as she walked away yellow carnations sprouted from her hair. into the fabric of her coat , bursting through skin and climbing vines up her wrists and ankles. byleth grimaced and tore them out. she shuddered as the front door closed behind her.
her chest heaved.
in her empty house with no one around and no one to watch as pain lanced through byleth’s chest , she slid down , DOWN , down the door frame.
the lump in her throat worsened.
if she had a heart , perhaps it might stutter. perhaps it might stop. but it didn’t. and she fiddled with the edges of her cloak before drawing her knees to her chest.
. . . perhaps she should go back.
make sure he got his gift. ensure he was okay.
after all , his abode was only a block down. she could — . . . what? wait in the cold for footsteps that wouldn’t come? for a door that wouldn’t open? watch while his eyes burned cold , if the door did reveal him? stay helplessly silent as dimitri snarled , told her it was a WORTHLESS ENDEAVOR , and turned his back? ( again ? )
her eyes closed as fragments of time spun in the darkness there. . . . glimmers of a chapel in ruins . . . of a blue cloak. of a voice that rumbled low as it snarled out words she couldn’t place.
byleth’s head ached as more flowers bloomed there.
the lump suddenly lodged within byleth’s throat , constricting her lungs as it whistled through her teeth. her shoulders SHOOK and HEAVED before byleth coughed and CHOKED — before her lungs , with great effort , spluttered out. she spat out the lump - the OBJECT - out into her hands , fingers tinged red and mouth tasting of copper from all of the words she hadn’t said , and all of the words she hadn’t written down either.
( and the iris petals had fallen from her desk with each penned word , just as more flowers bloomed and choked the earth in its place. )
. . . a garden anemone. its petals were pale and white and fragile. they shook in her hand as she lifted it to eye level. tainted only by the red in her hands.
another to add to the growing pile of dead and wilted flowers torn from her hair and her skin and her clothes. ( dizzy. she was — suddenly feeling dizzy. with pain from flowers blooming and crawling up her skin ; fatigue from - she didn’t really know what from , anymore. )
byleth twirled the anemone between her fingers. she slowly , slowly , stood to her feet.
she would push through this.
ENDURE.
the anemone fell to the floor with the rest of them.
perhaps she would check on him another day.
when she wouldn’t choke on petals and flower bulbs.
#( fun fact garden anemones/windflowers = rejection in victorian flower language)#(what a fantastic flower to perfectly encapsulate her ENTIRE. VIBE. IN GENERAL. W EVERYONE SHE KNOWS ;;V;;)#(she's ok. she's fine.)#choking tw#hanahaki tw#(well kind of it's not actually bUT the concept of the crocus event)#(giving u pain and growing flowers all over u from things u haven't said)#(listen byleth is the type to suffer in silence :'D she'll just stay quiet and keep it to herself and Stay Strong)#(until nobody needs her to be anymore)#(yes i am saying for every secret she keeps and lie she tells and has told and continues to tell)#(for everything she refuses to say and tear she refuses to shed and pain she won't release)#(because 'she can't yet')#(is one more flower to bloom and choke on)#(one more emotion to choke her :D)#(except literally in this case)#(yeah anyways so nobody asked for this but here we are)#drabble#event // a crocus among us#areadri#(hmmmmmmmmmm yea)
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A season 3 conversation between Colin & Eloise:
Colin: You may be able to walk away from Penelope forever because she has done something that you do not approve of or that you cannot understand, but I am not so fickle hearted. I will not abandon her. I will do everything in my power to try and understand why she has done the things she has done, and to try and move past her faults and mistakes because I know her heart and she is a good person. I cannot imagine my life without her. How can you be so quit to forget years of loyal friendship? Are you truly so disloyal?
Eloise: You call me disloyal!? Do you even know what she has done? Do you have more faith in Penelope than in your own sister?
Colin: I do. She is our oldest and dearest friend, and I know how stubborn you can be.
Eloise: You might feel differently if you knew what I know.
Colin: I know that my life is colder and darker without Penelope in it. I imagine you must miss her. I was traveling for months and I thought of her often and deeply missed her friendship. Why are you so unwilling to talk things out so you can forgive and move past—
Eloise: Ask her yourself!! Only do not be surprised when she won’t tell you because she keeps secrets and cares nothing for the pain she causes others.
Colin: Of course she cares! I have never mentioned this before because I knew you would probably never let me live it down but she warned me about Marina. I just refused listen and Penelope hates that she chose to be disloyal to her own family to save me from being tricked into a lifelong commitment with someone who was willing to lie to me and make me her fool. I may have decided to forgive Marina’s actions but make no mistake, it took a very long time for me to do that and I honestly believe it was only possible because she was thwarted. Penelope acted out of desperation and fear of what would become of me if she didn’t stop the wedding and I can honestly say that I am grateful because I was being impulsive and reckless. She hates herself for hurting Marina!
Eloise: She— wait, you know!?
Colin: Yes! I also know that what she did saved Daphne from Nigel Berbrooke and you from your own foolishness! Thinking you could lie to the Queen and get away with it!? All because you decided to ignore every rule of propriety to see a print shop boy who might have ruined you and our entire family! And you think Penelope is the only one in the wrong!? I think it’s time you looked in the mirror Eloise, and be honest with yourself about the part you played in everything that happened.
Eloise: Why would she confide in you but not me?
Colin: Because I allowed her the chance to explain. You should consider doing the same. Especially since you’re about to be sisters.
Eloise: You can’t be serious, you don’t want to marry Penelope. You’re too busy flirting and traveling the world so you can bore us all with your stories.
Colin: I can still travel with a her. In fact, I’ll be grateful for the company and flirting with Penelope is something I particularly enjoy. I have asked her to marry me and she has consented to be my wife. So I encourage you to mind your tongue and be civil because nastiness and hostility directed at my bride will not be tolerated, sister.
Eloise: Oh my god… do you love her, brother?
Colin: With everything I am and everything I will ever be. We understand each other, we’re truly happy to know we will always be together. Please, make things right Eloise. Do it for me and for yourself, and do it for Penelope. She misses you, and I know you’ve missed your friend. Talk to her.
#quotergirl mini fic#Bridgerton#polin#eloise bridgerton#Colin Bridgerton#netflix bridgerton#bridgerton season 3 speculation#bridgerton netflix#penelope featherington#penelope x colin#colin x penelope#lady Whistledown
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#2 for the book worm ask game!
(ask game)
2. Favorite fantasy book(s).
(Eeeeexcellent, I do love fantasy books. Though how I'm gonna narrow it to only a few I've got no idea. Okay. I'm going to remove the very obvious choices like Lord of the Rings (though it is one of my faves)).
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Monstrous Regiment. I love the entire Discworld series (especially The Witches) but I've also got a huge soft spot in my heart for Terry Pratchett's take on 'a girl dresses like a boy to go to war' (and thinks of everything except some spare socks in- erm... the right place). Along with Polly, the squad consists of a vampire, a troll, an Igor, a religious fanatic and two very, very close "friends" (and yes, the official summary put the friends in quotes too). And everyone has their own secret.
I love basically everything about this book and I can't tell you guys any of it because it would spoil all the fun.
The Goblin Emperor. This one's a story filled with light. Maia the half goblin son of the elven Emperor was never supposed to take the throne (or to ever even be at court. because racism). And then everyone ahead of him dies in a single "accident" and suddenly he's the new Emperor. Maia is a good person, and a kind one, and despite everything that gets thrown at him he keeps hold of that understanding of right and wrong and refuses to bend.
(I have to mention that the language of the writing is kinda hard to get into in the beginning, and the characters's have very complicated and long names, but once you get into it it really did enhance the story for me).
Good Omens. An Angel and a Demon try to stop the apocalypse and instead lose the Antichrist. I've loved that book for like a decade now and if I don't put it on a list of my faves that list would be a lie.
The King of Attolia. Third in The Queen's Thief series and my favorite one out of all of them. I've always enjoyed Outsider POV in fics. And here is a book that just... proves why. We've got Eugenides and Irene, the Thief and the Queen, and we know them from the two previous books. And adore them. But the story isn't from their POV, it's from the POV of Costis, a Queen's guard who's suddenly gotten assigned to the King. The useless, weak, undeserving king that as far as Costis is concerned doesn't deserve to even kiss the Queen's boots. And it's hilarious to read the story from the eyes of someone who knows so much less than us. And so satisfying, as he begins to understand.
(I recommend the whole series and am personally glad to have read them in the published order but Megan Whalen Turner has stated that she wrote them in a way that allows you to jump in at any point you want).
The Raven Tower. The story is from the viewpoint of a sentient, omniscient rock whose name is Strength and Patience of the Hill and it is the GREATEST THING EVER. The gods are real and must be very careful with their words, because if they speak a lie the reality will alter to make that lie the truth but if the lie is bigger than the power of the god... well. Inspired by Hamlet.
(the book also has a trans man as the main character; the other main character? The sentient rock is the narrator but the largest part of the story focuses on Eolo).
A Natural History of Dragons. The first book from The Memoirs of Lady Trent (and honestly it would probably be more honest to say that every single book from this series fits the category of fave but I'm putting up the first here because this isn't a series where you should skip ahead). The book focuses on the life of Isabella as narrated by her older self. This is the story how a Scirland lady bucked all tradition and became a world renowned expert on the Natural History of Dragons.
(this series has a piece of my heart and always will).
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(and finally, here's some more of my favorite fantasy books that I also adore and would totally ramble about but I got tired of typing).
#monstrous regiment#the goblin emperor#good omens#the king of attolia#the raven tower#a natural history of dragons#discworld#terry pratchett#katherine addison#neil gaiman#the queen's thief#megan whalen turner#ann leckie#the memoirs of lady trent#marie brennan#fantasy books#book rec#book recs#book asks#ask game#ask meme#answers#tinynavajo#terapsina rambles#terapsina's book rambles
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Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes (Santiago "Pope" Garcia x Reader)
Requested by @femmeanonymelives
Words: 579
It was a late night, Santiago’s first time back in the states in a long time, since Tom died. He open’s her garden gate, like that summer all those years ago, she was sitting on the porch like she had said she would be on the phone.
“Hey. Sorry to be here so late.” He says as he comes up the porch
It's cool. It’s good to see you Santi.” She says softly as she looks at him. “It’s been a long time.”
“Yeah it has…You look amazing.” He leans on the railing looking in her eyes “Was pretty surprised you picked up the phone after how we left things…”
“Let’s not talk about that. I’m just…happy to see you.” She looks at him, they are both older now, and they aren’t two young kids sneaking around on summer nights. “You look tired.” She says with a soft chuckle. He laughs.
“That’s because I am tired.” He admits as he looks over at her. “You look…good” Its not his first word he would have chosen but he doesn’t want to push it.
“Thanks. So…Why are you here Pope?” She walks over to him leaning on the railing next to him
“I…Needed to see you. I’ve missed you.” He takes her hand in his. He wanted to be more honest with her, tell her how every day he’s been gone he’s thought of her, every woman he’s laid with was nothing in comparison to how he felt for her.
“Santi…”
“I Know, you say that we'll just screw it up…” He looks into her eyes “But I want to try.”
“We're not trying, we’ve done it before and It ended in heartbreak. That summer was both the best and worst summer of my life.”
“But its different now, we’re older and wiser…and it-”
“I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you, I know what will happen, You’ll have to go on dangerous missions and I can’t tell anyone what you do, or I’ll have to lie, I can’t live that kind of life Santiago. I can’t live knowing when or if you’ll come home.” She feels the tears starting to prick at the corner of her eyes. He pulls her into an embrace.
“Every night that summer…I knew it was only you… it’s only ever been you.” He whispers in her ear, caressing her face softly as he presses his for head against hers.
"I love you… ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?” She says softly as tears start to stream down her face.
“No, No its not” He wipes the tears from her eyes
“It’s always been you. My heart is always with you” she whispers
“Does that mean?” He looks into her eyes as he feels hope rising in his chest.
“Yes. We can try.” She moves to kiss him, her lips are soft like velvet moving against his as he kissed her back his hands holding the back of her head as they share a moment they both have long been waiting for. Eventually parting to catch their breath He looks away for a moment, thinking he heard something. She pulls his face back to hers.
“This isn’t High School any more. If someone finds us It won’t matter.” She reminds him gently, He laughs softly.
“You’re right, Mi Vida…” He looks up grinning like a devil “I want to spend my whole life making up for time lost.”
“Then let’s gets started…”
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A/n: Double feature today.
Series Masterlist
#santiago garcia x reader#x reader#santiago pope garcia#santiago pope garcia x reader#santiago garcia#triple frontier fanfic#taylor swift#lover#cruel summer#request#Spotify
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Speculation (BadBoyHalo x Male Reader)
Title: Speculation
Pairing: BadBoyHalo x Male Reader
Requested by: xenenbii on Wattpad
Scenario: You decide to make hot chocolate for Bad while he streams.
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It was no secret that it can be hard dating a content creator. (Y/N) had many creator friends who had their relationship public and he's seen the good and bad affects of doing that. Some flourish in the spotlight, showing off that perfect life, while others have seen the strain. He has witnessed many breakups and it wasn't fun to witness his friends go through so much pain, especially when millions of fans were involved.
He was grateful there were friends that trusted him enough to know the status of their relationship and in turn, he knew the status of his own was safe with them as well. (Y/N) was not a famous YouTuber or streamer by any means. Sure, he did a Twitch stream occasionally and a YouTube video rarely but he did not consider himself on the same level as his boyfriend or any of his other friends. That life was something he did not need the stress of.
(Y/N) saw the stress Darryl had keeping up with content creation and his public persona. He was glad his partner always set aside time to spend with him. He sometimes wondered how actors could spend months at a time away from their families. He wondered if it carried the same association of a musician going on tour.
One thing (Y/N) loved to do is watch Darryl's streams and bring him things as needed any time he mentioned them. It was (Y/N)'s way of telling Darryl he was watching. You'd think he would be mod with how much he spent watching but the pair agreed it was best if that didn't happen. Being mod could cause people to start looking into who (Y/N) was. Some fans could be a bit intense with how they treated their favorite people and those surrounding them.
On today's stream, Darryl had a camera set up to show Rat, who was currently sleeping on her bed, and the audience were loving it. They would commentate on everything she was doing. Every turn, every yawn, and every blink of her eyes. It was a bit much but Darryl preferred this greatly over some of the spam he's had to endure over the years.
Rat wasn't her actual name but it fit her so well that it might as well be her name. It's one of those nicknames you give your pets that become so common in your day to day life that using the original name seems wrong. Even when he wasn't using his BadBoyHalo persona, Darryl would sometimes say or do things that he would typically only say or do while streaming, including saying Rat. (Y/N) found it adorable.
(Y/N) didn't love Darryl because of him being a popular YouTuber. He loved Darryl for Darryl, and he appreciated that. Darryl didn't need to keep up his online persona in his personal life. He wasn't having to live a lie with his boyfriend. The lie was to his audience.
He was watching the stream, which was mainly building a new base, while trying to finish a personal project. He had all of his work out on the kitchen island and his laptop with the stream off to the side. (Y/N) kept moving the laptop around as he didn't want to bury it underneath all of his work.
"Does this look right chat? I can't decide if I like this color or this color"
(Y/N) checked the stream to see the context. Darryl was designing the entrance to the base and had several ideas for the color palette. The chat seemed to be split between the two options he had shown. (Y/N) quickly typed his opinion in chat and went back to his work.
"Yes, I think I am going to agree with everyone saying this one. Sorry to those who said the other. Both were very good options"
He continued to make progress and was slowly clearing the table.
"'What is your favorite drink'? Hmm...that is a good question. I think I'd say hot chocolate. Man, I'd love some right now"
In that moment, (Y/N) got an idea.
He thought it would be a good idea to make some hot chocolate for Darryl as a surprise and for him to have a treat to enjoy while streaming. He found the container in the cabinet and started the process of making it. Normally he would make the whipped cream but they, unfortunately, didn't have the cream or the vanilla he preferred to use. He chose to just use the can in the refrigerator.
Occasionally he would hear Darryl say something hilarious from reading chat and (Y/N) would let out a laugh. He loved his goofy self.
Once the hot chocolate was done, he topped it with the whipped cream and a little bit of cinnamon.
He walked into Darryl's room and could see he was busy with his game and reading chat. Rat was sleeping peacefully in her bed. With a careful eye on the hot chocolate, (Y/N) made his way across the room. He taps Darryl's shoulder to alert him.
"Oh gosh, you scared me" he jumped.
"Sorry," (Y/N) laughs softly, "I thought you might like some hot chocolate"
He hands Darryl the mug, whose face immediately lights up at the sight of it. He takes it from his boyfriend and places it on the part of his desk where he knows he won't accidentally knock it over.
"Should've known you were watching my stream"
"Of course. They're always very interesting"
"Chat certainly makes it interesting"
They both glance at chat. It was a mix of emoji and meme spam and people beginning to question who was talking.
"Indeed they do," (Y/N) turns to Rat, "Sorry to wake you, Rat"
He kisses her head and pulls out a dog treat from his pocket. He offers it to Rat, who immediately takes it. Dogs were always really hilarious to watch eating a treat. (Y/N) did know he was in view of the Rat Cam but in this moment, he wanted to forget.
"Would you like me to order food for you? I was considering getting something for myself but thought I'd ask you as well"
"I'd love some. I'll text you once I figure out what I want"
"Great. Enjoy your stream"
(Y/N) gives Darryl a soft kiss and leaves the room. Darryl was grateful he wasn't using his webcam. He was burning from the blush that would be very clear to an audience.
"I know what my chat is going to say. (Y/N) is just my roommate, I've said that many times before" Darryl says.
He really did wish he could tell them the truth but now just wasn't the time. One thing that was important was time. He wanted the time with (Y/N) where his audience wasn't going to constantly ask about the relationship or try to dig into their personal lives. He liked that peace. Separating his work and personal life is how he liked to live.
A lot of their friends knew they were roommates but only a small group knew of their relationship status. Darryl trusted the people who knew.
"I think communities of content creators sometimes look too deeply into the things the creator shares with their audience. Friends will playfully interact with each other, that doesn't mean they are attracted to each other. People will have roommates, that doesn't mean they are dating"
He could see that chat was still the mess that it was. On top of the normal spam, it was now filled with speculation and theories about who (Y/N) really was. It wouldn't stop as that is just how some fans can be but he could ignore it in the best way he could.
"Let's go back to this game, shall we?" Darryl sighs
He glances at chat and sees a familiar chatter.
(U/N): People are so nosey smh
"Indeed they are (Y/U), indeed they are"
#badboyhalo#bbh#badboyhalo x male reader#badboyhalo x reader#bbh x reader#bbh x male reader#mcyt x reader#mcyt x male reader#request#requests open#requests#dating#writing#minecraft#reader insert#male reader
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My final post…
The Waypoint when ‘it’ was given life and perhaps they lost their way for good?
Three’s a Crowd…and it always appears there’s three in this ‘public marriage’. 2018…when they ALL took on their roles!
Whilst they could be contractually obliged to deny their relationship, no one could make them do what they have done.
They gave it life and it continues to grow…
We’re doing it now people, action!
The ‘directors’ direct…
Sam has his prompt, Cait guides Tony…oops nearly walks past🤣
Oh we’re doing this now, let’s make it look convincing…
#awkward 🫣
Tony has had a makeover ….Sam takes it all in… looks like he’s about to 🤮
👇What it could have looked like if authentic 🤪
Below👇Cait is talking. Sam replies ‘right, okay?’
Cait speaks again whilst giving him a reassuring arm rub 🥰 the love in that arm rub speaks volumes!
Sam asks (appears to say) ‘Do you get all this shite?’ eyes immediately looking at….🧐 whatever she replied his smile says it all. They are both happy together despite the shit show. Happy to deceive?
Let’s not ever forget just how staged this is!
How anyone can’t see the performance 🎭 is beyond me? Pure Hollywood…
Since then they have both actively supported the narrative more and more each year so whilst you can feel sorry for them back in 2016 (when they appeared to be pressured to go underground)today it’s harder. With every performance they do they make it more unlikely that they will come out anytime soon. His book reiterated Cait is the only woman but it also brought the brother/sister relationship to the fore again🤮. I’m afraid that’s pretty much made my mind up there’s no imminent plan to come clean. He has cemented his single commitment free life in black and white, any u turn on that now revealing a totally different version with his ‘perhaps sister’ would have a huge backlash from those who part with 💰 for his products. Alas although his alcohol business is growing it’s likely he is more reliant on fan sales than he would like to be. Maybe one day it won’t be so but perhaps single Sam will be around until the scales tip the other way?🤷♀️
There is no denying they actively manipulate all sides of the fandom…ours included, but the fact remains our side is basically them just being themselves and most of the time it just happens naturally! IMO 🤪
But it’s not all innocent …
Some wise words from Jamie.
When you have to sell your part truth…can’t imagine the stress and damage to your soul!
He (allegedly)is a good man leading a fake life and when you can’t have your truth, it will destroy you. Can you be a good man if you deliberately deceive, lie and manipulate?
Can you really feel 💯 % proud of it?
Someone recently said on one of my posts they have ended up with the ‘cover up’ book and will think twice about what they buy in the future. That’s a fair comment.
When I look at this card I have an overwhelming urge to add IT to his SH.
The shit show lives on…😢 I just wish they would stop feeding it!
Keep your secrets but tell us no lies…
Alas I am all done here, the book has shown a lost man. If anyone needs to pick a lane it’s Sam, he’s trying to be everything to everyone, so who looks crazy? Single Sam will never be convincing when all he talks about is his married co star and when in her presence looks at her as if she is the only woman on earth.
Lies are poison, a sure path to self destruction. I don’t wish to watch that happen or anymore cycles of this shit show. They are actually abusing their fans by doing this imo. Excuses will always be made for whatever Sam does by thousands here, his god like persona and charm are like a spell that keeps us all engaged. His ability to come out of everything smelling like roses is truly amazing. He knows exactly what he’s doing and what he will get away with. Denying his family as his truth ✅ yep seems there’s nothing he can’t or won’t do and yes fans have already excused him. JMHO.
Everyone will continue to make excuses for him until you can’t, my tipping point is him denying his family in his memoirs. Call it artistic license if it makes you happy, or blame the ghost writer, but I wouldn’t want to put that out into the universe.🤮
Sold it as His truth…totally supporting the narrative, nothing good about that.
I knew once I reached the point that I believe they are totally complicit in their fan manipulation for their own gain I would leave. They may not have started out that way or intended to reach the level they are at now but that’s how toxic Hollywood works. ‘It’ has become their normal. They are their own jailers and complicit in their own narrative imo. It’s their life and their choice on how they want to play/live it. I choose not to watch it any further. Sam has shown his true colours in this book, no one to hide behind. Who is Sam Heughan? Well con artist springs to my mind at this point in time but that’s JMHO. I no longer like what I see so therefore I just don’t care anymore. I still believe they are together but there is no joy in watching this farce, there are no winners here.
I came here for a love story but all I see is a public tragedy on display and a private tragedy waiting to happen as their lies engulf them…I hope they find their moral compass and follow it again soon. What could have been their best years have now gone by. No doubt they will one day cash in on their Hollywood love story, may even star in it as themselves…but that’s some way off imo. They are as free as they want to be, the only one that actually needs freeing is Tony but maybe he’s happy and got a job for life?
His book is my waypoint out of here. I can finally see them for who they really are, as I don’t wish to blog negatively I’m freeing myself of their lies and manipulation. They only have themselves to blame for what the fans believe here whatever side your on. It’s an ugly, sick game and a total turn off… it’s not good for anyones mental health!
Officially signing off from blogging S&C but I wish them nothing but happiness.
To everyone here thanks for making me welcome and all the discussions!
Wishing you all good health and happiness!
😘
Over and Out…
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Another idea has come to me….
In 5x11, when Lucy goes to the domestic call and Kira holds the gun at her… what if she did end up getting shot (like not in a shes gonna way) and then get taken to the hospital.
Meanwhile Tim, Angela, Nyla and Aaron are dealing with the drug situation and have no idea what’s happening.
Grey obviously is informed about what happened to Lucy and when Tim & Co get back from their situation, he calls Tim into his office. Or maybe brings the group over and tells them that Lucy’s been shot and is at Shaw. She’s in surgery but should be okay.
Tim, panics, of course. But tries to keep his cool because he and Lucy are still dating in secret. Angela, with a knowing bit worried smile, makes the suggestion that they head over and be there when she gets out of surgery. Tim agrees and they all get in their cars, Angela in the parking lot stops Tim.
“You’re in no condition to drive, give me your keys.”
“I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me, Timothy. I know what she means to you”
Tim attempts to argue but she holds her hand up. “You can tell me when you’re ready but just know… I already know. I am the best detective at Midwilshire. I’m also your best friend. You can’t lie to me.”
“Fine.”
They all make it to the hospital in record time, flashing badges and getting to the waiting room. Tim is pacing, everyone is worried. Eventually, the doctors come out give them and update and then say they can see her two and a time when Lucy is out of ICU and in a room.
Tim finally takes a breath, relaxes a little and settles in a seat. With the good news, most everyone leaves, except Angela, Nolan, Celina ans maybe Aaron. They also make sure to call Tamara to come down too.
After what feels like forever, Lucy is in her own room and a nurse comes into the waiting area
“Are any of you a Tim Bradford?”
Every gives a little side eye, but smile as Tim leaps up from his chair.
“That’s me.”
“Lucy is asking for you.” The nurses smiles, “You can follow me.” She starts walking away and Tom early follows.
Once he’s out of earshot the group all look at each other.
“So, are we supposed to keep pretending like we don’t know they’re dating?” Celina makes a face
“Yes. Until they’re ready to tell us, we pretend.” (Someone says this idea who)
“It’s about damn time, though.” (Maybe Aaron says this)
We flip back to Tim walking down the hall, the nurse turning to him once they’re outside Lucy’s room.
“She’ll probably still be tired from the anesthesia and pain meds but she’ll be just fine.”
“Thank you.” Tim hesitates as he reaches for the doorway.
“It was quite sweet, the moment she woke up, the first thing she did was ask for you. Didn’t want you to worry anymore than you already were.”
“That’s Lucy.”
“You can stay as long as you’d like. I can have someone bring in a blanket and pillow for you.”
“I’ll see what she wants first.”
“Sure thing.”
The nurse walks away and Tim takes a deep breath before going into Lucy’s room. Bracing himself because he knows seeing her in pain is going to crush him a little bit.
“Hey.” He smiles as he walks in. Noting how her pretty brown eyes light up when she sees him.
“Hi.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Getting shot is not fun.”
“It’s not.”
Tim sits in the chair and leans over to take her hand, he kisses her knuckles gently, noting how they’re bruised. Probably from the fight she’d been in (Grey informed him of what happened).
“I was really scared.” She whispers, eyes watering.
“Me, too, Luce.”
“I would have been so mad if I died before we ever really got to be together. A few weeks is not enough.”
“Mhm.” Tim nods, swallowing back his own emotions, because he wants to be strong for her. “You’re okay, now.”
“Yeah.” She smiles. “Did your call go okay?”
“As well as you’d expect.”
“Good.” She nods. Eyes heavy. “I’m tired.”
“Go back to sleep.”
“Don’t leave.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Good.” She squeezes his hand and closes her eyes.
#chenford#the rookie#this is my version of fics because I don’t have the energy or mental health to write right now#otherwise I might#I also don’t feel like I really have their voices yet so that’s also a reason#I’m a perfectionist
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ANOTHER BLURB ASK GAME
Send me a number and a character (Rafa, Alejandro, Namor, and Tenoch) and I will write a little blurb. 500words or less tbh.
Please keep it one prompt and one character per ask. But you can request multiple times.
“Want a massage? I've been told that I’m very good with my hands” *gets a pillow thrown at them*
“YOU ASSHOLE” “HEY what did I do” “WHAT DIDNT YOU DO?? I WAS HALF WAY THROUGH AN EXTREMELY IMPORTANT PRESENTATION and I took my jacket off and the CEO of the company is asking me if I got hurt because I have a bruise on my neck.”
”would it kill you to be gentle?” “if you didn’t want it to hurt, you PROBABLY SHOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN STABBED IN THE FIRST PLACE”
“I think all the bottles in this bar must be jealous, cause your beauty is the most intoxicating thing in this place.”
"Look, I was just innocently trying to mind my own business and have a drink when an angel walked by and took my breath away. That's you. You're the angel."
I made a promise to protect you. That doesn't change now that I hate you.
What would you have preferred? Drowning or burning? That was all you had left if I hadn't saved you.
You are safe here. I know that you think you have to be the one protecting everyone else. But here, I protect you.
If you turn away, if you walk out of this room, you sign your death sentence. Do not make me kill one who I dreamt of a whole future with.
Did you just moan? He literally just walked in and your first response is to moan?
Why do you still have that? *nervously tries to hide object*
Beg me. Beg me to make you mine.
You have no idea what you do to me? You could have me at your beck and call. Just ask.
I know this isn't what you had planned. But I am happy that it happened.
I would die for you. I would kill for you. Is that not enough?
Look at me. Don't think about any of them. Look at me, my love. Breathe. I am here, I will always be here. No one will hurt you.
Horrific. Honestly, it's just disgusting. I'm not wearing that.
God has favorites and so do I. And guess what you're neither of ours.
I'm really going to need you to stop glowering so loudly. It's giving me a migraine.
You have no sense of self preservation if you have come here to yell at me!
A lot has changed. But one thing that won't is how much I love you.
"Who did this?!" "It's none of your business!" "YOU are my business. Now tell me."
I imagined our reunion being a bit warmer than this.
Did you get a tattoo? Oh God.
Will you hurry up? I haven't got all day to lay here.
If you break my heart I will make your life a living hell. So Don't. :)
Nothing, I was not distracted by your (insert body part here), not at all. You're being weird.
"Is that?" "Yes" "Wait here." "Don't-"
"I know I'm not your first love but let me be your last."
"You can't win against someone who has nothing to lose."
"I'm gonna kiss you, just go with it okay."
"I intend to live forever. So far, so good."
"Obviously you've mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit"
"I'm gonna pack up and go straight to hell now, I guess."
"She knows all my secrets, except one: that I'm in love with her."
"Don't do it, don't lie to me again."
"You aren't cold?" "Why would I be cold?" "Nevermind."
"Fuck you." "if you insist."
"So is this a costume or do you normally look like this?"
"I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn't there before."
"You're more dangerous than you look."
"Scoot over, you're hogging the bed."
"Run, don't look back. Promise me you won't look back."
"I can't believe you just did that. You actually hit me."
"Blood looks good on you."
"What have you done to me? How did you make me care so much about you?"
"I'm angry, I'm livid, I'm absolutely fucking furious with you. But there's no point to it. You'll never change and I'll still love you."
"You deserved better than what you had, so I gave you better."
"Say that again."
"I admire you. You're stronger than I am."
"Keep your eyes closed and don't make a sound."
"The man who wins your heart will be so lucky."
"My family thinks we are dating."
"Let me go! I swear to god if you don't let me go I'll kill every last one of you!"
"Marry me." "Well that wasn't very romantic." "I didn't think we had the luxury."
"Can I love you?"
"I'm not going to leave you."
"I gave up on you a long time ago."
"I don't want to know."
"But I want to hear you sing."
Person A finds out Person B loves them after eaves dropping on a conversation.
"will i see you again?" "i can't make any promises..."
"i can't take this.." "i want you to have it. think of me."
"I didn't think I would ever feel like this about anyone."
“You do this thing with your hands when you get nervous. Why?”
“You’re right. I don’t understand. I may never fully understand what you’re going through. But please let me help you get through this.”
"This is all your fault. If only you weren’t so fucking beautiful and smart and funny and perfect, I might not have fallen for you.
"You have a pretty smile, you should really do it more often."
"Admit it! You've liked me all along!"
"I thought you died!"
"You've been smiling an awful lot lately."
"Why do you do that? You always do shit like this and confuse me."
"You're in my personal space." "You say that like it's a bad thing."
"Don't leave me, I'm scared."
He just screams internally about being touched but tries to act cool on the outside.
“I don’t know, maybe you should hop off my dick for a second. Just a thought.” “That’s not what you said last night.”
“…Why are you staying the night?” “Because it’s late and I’m feeling too tired to drive/walk home. Now scoot the fuck over, someone needs to get their sleep.”
“You’re going to fucking break me one day.” “That’s my goal, sweetheart.”
“do you ever think about what life would be like for us if things were different?”
"Take my hand." "Why?" "Would you just trust me for one?"
“not that i’m not enjoying this, but could you move your hands?”
“your heart’s beating really fast, i can hear it.”
“you’ve been staring at me for like thirty seconds, what are you thinking about?”
“So I hear you’re into pain?”
“What the fuck? Do that again. I liked it.”
“Don’t say that, you know I can’t say no to you when you’re like this.”
“How am I supposed to not read into things if you keep treating me like this?”
“i wish we’d have more time.”
“Your flirt game is so bad, no wonder you’re still single.” “My flirt game isn’t bad, and the person I like is a fucking idiot. That’s why I’m still single.” “…Okay, but why are you looking at me like that?”
“…You’re staring.” “I was not.” “I could feel the intensity of it, even with my eyes closed.”
"If you think that's going to work on me, you're wrong."
"I hope you know that I did this all for you."
"Regret you? How could I ever regret one of the best decisions of my life?"
"Of course I'm jealous!"
"my hands are freezing, just let me warm them on you for a second."
"Come here, baby. I want to try something."
"Just relax. It's my turn to pamper you."
"You really have this whole gruff exterior going but deep down, you're a softie."
"You're like a cinnamon roll full of poison."
“Do you have to leave? Can’t you stay?”
It's a long list friends, happy requesting.
#blurbs#ask game#namorslutfanfiction#tenoch huerta#tenoch huerta mejia#black panther wakanda forever#rafa caro quintero#narcos mexico#blue demon#alejandro muñoz#Namor#namor of talokan#fluff#smut#fanfic#rafa caro quintero x reader#namor x reader#alejandro munoz x reader#Tenoch huerta x reader#tenoch huerta mejia x reader
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rough edges pt. 15 (m)
pairing: jungkook | reader
genre: college!au, badboy!jk
word count: 10k
a/n: we’re almost reaching the end guyssss :(
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RE asks tag / pinterest board
“How are you doing?”
Clothes lie haphazardly on the floor, items separated into essentials and non-essentials on your bed. With a smile, you answer much too eagerly. You might as well have told him the truth. “I’m doing great!”
Over the phone, your dad sighs, as if he could see the state you’re in. Then again, he could always tell. “I had one of those feelings. You know, those I got whenever you’re up to something.”
“Well…maybe I am.” You laugh and so does he, almost as if he has no choice but to go along with whatever it is. “But I don’t feel like getting into it right now.”
He hums, “You know I’ll always support you. But I do have my limits. And that includes your health and safety, those come first.”
“Of course,” you bite your lip to stop the secrets from spilling out. You feel bad for keeping him in the dark, and worse making promises you don’t know if you can keep. “I promise I’ll take care of myself.”
“You better. And I expect a call every week.”
“Alright alright, geez.”
The call ends shortly after, with your dad not forgetting to remind you to eat on time and to pay your bills. As soon as you hang up, you look at Hana, who has been sitting by your desk the entire time. “My dad says hi.”
“Hi.” She says with a stoic face. “I think you forgot to tell him that you’re leaving the state and possibly the country with your boyfriend.”
You give her a look as you stuff a bunch of your rolled up clothes into a duffel bag. “Okay I can tell you’re not very excited about my trip.”
“Stop saying trip, you’re literally leaving to help Jungkook escape.” She says, “You know who does that? Criminals.”
You don’t get upset, having heard this about a hundred times in the last few days. “Technically,” you arrange your items neatly next to the stack of clothes, “he hasn’t been prosecuted. So we’re not doing anything wrong. We’re just two people going on a trip.”
“I can’t believe you.” Hana shakes her head, tired of your neverending excuses. “And have you spoken to Hoseok?”
You send her a smile.
“Is that a yes or a no?”
Another smile.
“So no then.”
“It’s just not the right time.”
Hana goes over to you, “When is it ever going to be? When you’re already halfway across the Earth?”
She’s right. But it’s too difficult to tell him about your decision; you’ve thought about calling him several times, but you never end up doing so. The events of that night are still clear in your mind. You’re sure it’s the same, or maybe worse for him.
Hoseok had made it pretty clear he’s not going to support Jungkook any longer. That didn’t bother you too much. What concerned you more was wondering if he would end up telling Seokjin about what you did; how you breached confidentiality and told Jungkook about the investigation.
It wouldn’t matter to Seokjin if Jungkook believed you or not, you still went against your word and betrayed his trust. But knowing Hoseok, he wouldn’t do anything to get you in trouble. “Okay,” you say in resignation, “I’ll tell him we need to talk.”
The bell rings and the both of you look out the door. “That must be Jimin.” Hana says.
She gets the door and not a minute later does he appear at your doorstep, looking around. “Guess you were serious.”
You smile, and welcome him with a hug. He’s tried to keep himself away from the drama, but after Hoseok came home fuming that night and started thrashing things about in his room, he didn’t have a choice.
“How’s he doing?” He’s been your eyes on Hoseok since then.
“Not bad, but not good.” Jimin keeps his eyes on you, studying your face, then brings his hand up to your cheek. “Are you sure about this? What makes you think he’s going to show up?”
“I can’t be sure if he will,” you admit. What you don’t admit is knowing there’s a higher chance Jungkook might leave you hanging. “But I’ll be there if he does.”
“You’re crazy…” He says, going around your bed and settling down on the chair. Hana joins in, making a dip on the edge of your bed. “You’re gonna have to tell Hoseok yourself, cause I don’t wanna be the one to break it to him. You should’ve seen him that night, I’ve never seen him so angry.”
“I did see him.” You groan, still feeling bad that Hoseok had to go through all that because of you. “He and Jungkook almost got into it. I literally thought he was going to die.”
“What exactly happened anyway?” Jimin asks, “He wouldn’t say. The only thing he told me was that Jungkook’s a lost cause…not like that though, there was more cursing involved when he said it.”
You shift your bag to the floor, pressing your lips together. The whole thing is a little embarrassing. “Hoseok kind of…called Jungkook out for putting me in harm’s way. Then admitted he has a thing for me which then set Jungkook off.”
“He what?” Jimin looks at Hana and she nods in understanding. She too, had the same reaction when you told her. “Why would he do that? That’s so stupid. And what are we, teenagers? Fighting over a girl like this…”
Hana agrees, “Plus she’s already dating Jungkook, so there was really no need to say his feelings out loud.”
“Exactly.”
“Guys, please…” You stop them, “It happened in the heat of the moment, okay? I’m not defending Hoseok, I’m just saying maybe it was too much for him. Jungkook almost caused us to crash, we almost got hurt, and on top of that Jungkook started yelling at him….it was a lot to process.”
“Damn.” Jimin scratches the back of his head. “And after all that, you’re still choosing Jungkook.”
You give him a look of exasperation. “You wouldn’t understand.”
“Yeah. And neither would Hoseok.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell him myself.”
“Great, ‘cause he’s on his way up.” Jimin says casually and both Hana and you snap your heads in his direction. “What?”
“He’s on his way up? Here?” Hana asks.
“Now?” You look at Hana in panic.
Jimin gets up as well, trying to read the room. “Why? What happened? What are we panicking about?”
“Jimin!” Hana yells. “Why didn’t you tell us Hoseok was coming with you?”
“I don’t know what I’m gonna say yet!” You take a deep breath, suddenly feeling warm. You start to plan your approach; it has to be direct. Hoseok wouldn’t appreciate you beating around the bush anymore.
The doorbell rings once again and you gasp. Hana grabs Jimin and shoves him out. “You stall, tell him we’ll be right out!”
Jimin barely gets a word in and the door shuts in his face. He grumbles across the room and opens the door, then goes to lie on the couch without even looking at Hoseok. Hoseok stands there, furrowing his brows when he doesn’t see you. He steps inside carefully, kicking his shoes off and closing the door.
“Aren’t the girls home?” He speaks to Jimin, though he can only see Jimin’s feet hanging over the edge of the couch from where he’s standing.
“Yeah, they’re inside pani⎼ getting ready.” He bites his tongue when he almost slips up.
“Getting ready for what?” He asks, taking a seat.
“I don’t know. Stuff.”
Hoseok shrugs and patiently waits, tapping his fingers on the sides of the couch. He hears the rustling going on inside, then looks at Jimin again who seems not to care. Before he says anything, your door opens and he stands to greet you. With Hana behind you, you go up to him as casually as you’re able, and give him a small hug. He seems to have needed that, holding on a little longer before letting go.
“How are you doing?” He asks.
“I’m good,” you nod, then glance at Hana, “do you mind if we go outside for a bit? There’s something I need to tell you.”
He hesitates, probably sensing he wouldn’t like what you’re going to say. “Sure.”
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“I still can’t believe you did all that.” Bella sits across from Jungkook in her living room. He rests his arms over his thighs, head hanging low. “What’s gotten into you?”
Jungkook’s kept silent since the moment he stepped in, knowing he could only come to Bella for this. Thankfully, other than the security involved, Bella hadn’t told anyone else what happened. He wipes his eyes. “He was out of line. Did you hear what he said?”
“I did. But you shouldn’t have done that.” She tilts her head to try and level with his. “Do you know what he could do to you? He’s going to destroy you.”
“Maybe I deserve it.”
“But Y/N doesn’t.”
His eyes finally meet hers, lifting his head up at the mention of your name. He hasn’t forgotten; Hongjun had accused you of being a snitch that night. And he’s willing to bet that man has something up his sleeve, he wouldn’t sit back and do nothing about it.
“You should go with her,” Bella continues, despite the reluctance he shows, “she’s right, maybe you should get away for a while. And it’s not like you’re forcing her to go with you…”
“But you see, I can’t go.” He lowers his head again. “I don’t have it in me…to leave you behind. All of you.”
“Then we all go.”
Jungkook clenches his jaw, looking at her. “Seriously? That’s an even worse idea.”
“But do you believe her? Whatever she told you?” She says it so quietly, as if it would be over if anyone heard them. Then she chuckles. “I’m afraid to even say it out loud.”
He manages a small smile. “I don’t know what to believe.” He trusts Bella enough to tell her what you had told him.
“I don’t think she would lie about something like that.” Bella sighs. “I know she’s not agreeable with what we do, but lying would only get her so far.”
“Then how would she know about their movements? These things are classified Bella,” Jungkook shakes his head, “Shit. Maybe Hongjun is right.”
Bella goes quiet and he knows she’s starting to entertain that thought as well.
“I think…” Bella treads carefully. “Even if she was working for them, it wouldn’t have been with any malicious intent towards us…This is Y/N we’re talking about. And look, she even disclosed such crucial information to you. It should count for something. She’s protecting you.”
“You must really like her to defend her like this.” Jungkook laughs quietly.
“I do. If all this is true then maybe I was wrong to think she was⎼” Bella stops herself. She couldn’t tell Jungkook about catching you doing business with Hongjun. Luckily for her, Jungkook wasn’t paying much attention. She places a hand on Jungkook’s knee, “Think of it this way, you’ve been looking for a way out. She’s giving one to you. You get to be free, and you get to be with the love of your life.”
He smiles. “I guess.”
“Also, isn’t this what we’ve been saying would happen all along? We all knew Kim’s decision to work with Barome would end up with the cops getting involved.”
Jungkook goes silent.
“So? Are you going?”
Bella seems more excited for him to leave than he is. Not surprising, after all, since she had proposed a similar idea a while back. “I’ll think about it.” Her shoulders drop in disappointment. “I really will think about it.”
“Don’t leave without saying goodbye, okay?”
“But then who will take care of you?”
“Hey, I’ve been doing fine all this while.” She punches his arm playfully, but softens at the thought of him thinking about her still. “Don’t worry, I’ll get my things sorted and ready to go at the first sign of danger as well.”
He gives her a hug, sparing her a kiss to her hair which surprises her. “I think you should stay home in the meantime. I’ll tell them you need time off.”
Bella appreciates the thought but shakes her head. “I can’t. Barome wants me around, and booked me for the whole month.”
Jungkook cocks a brow. “He did? I didn’t know he’d be coming down anytime soon. I heard he’s super busy.”
A troubled look stretches across her face. “Don’t tell anyone. But he wants me to train their new girls. I don’t want to, but I didn’t have a choice.”
“Hey hey,” Jungkook hushes her, taking her into his arms again, “I get it. It’s Barome after all.”
“I don’t like it…” she says, looking down, ashamed to be a part of it.
“It’s not your fault,” Jungkook reassures her, and she nods weakly, almost breaking down into tears, “it’s best not to go against Barome…for your own safety. Speaking of, why don’t you bring them down to the club. It’s better to keep close to us, just in case.”
“But what if the police come for us there?” She says, eyes wide and teary. “We’d be caught red-handed.”
“Don’t say that.” Jungkook holds both her hands in his. “We’ll be there to protect you.”
“Okay.” Bella says softly, nodding.
Jungkook sighs, wiping the stray tear flowing down her cheek, half-smiling. “See? How do you expect me to leave like this?”
She pulls herself together, wiping away the tears and showing off her usual, winning smile. “No. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. That was a temporary breakdown.”
“Just stick with us. I promise you’ll be okay.”
Bella looks like she’s about to say something else, until her son comes crawling into the room. As if disturbed by his mother’s emotions, he too wears a grumpy look on his face. As he stops to sit by their legs, he lifts his arms, reaching for a carry. But before Bella does, Jungkook’s already lifting him up.
Jihoon’s confused at first, looking at Bella, then back at Jungkook. But then decides it’s good enough for him, settling nicely on Jungkook’s shoulder, tiny arms around his neck.
“You’ve gotten better.” She says quietly.
Jungkook looks almost embarrassed. “I watched some videos online, on how to carry a baby.”
Bella covers her mouth with her hand, stopping herself from laughing but also finding it endearing at the thought of it. “Well you’re doing great.”
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“Oh I love these!” You gush over the candy you just bought at the store, Hoseok following behind. He’s been awfully quiet on the walk, while you try to act normal. “My dad used to hide these from me cause I’d finish them all in one sitting.”
“Will you stop stalling?” Hoseok stops in his tracks and you turn to look at him.
He looks worn out, done. You look at him with guilt, having taken him round the block just to soften him up. But it seems to have backfired. “I’m not stalling…I just wanted some candy.”
“We both know that’s not why you brought me out here.” He says, stepping closer.
You abandon the candy, safely storing it in your pocket, but gripping on tight as if it could give you the strength to get this over with. Together, you settle on a bench by the side of the road. Hoseok keeps his focus on the sights before him; the cars, the people. Meanwhile, you struggle to let the words out of your mouth.
“I’m leaving. With him.” You finally manage to say.
His face scrunches slightly. “Where?”
“I don’t know yet.”
An air of awkwardness fills the gap between you. “I guess I can’t say I didn’t see this coming. I knew you’d still stand by him despite everything.”
“It’s not a bad thing, you know.”
“But is it a good thing?” He finally looks at you, visibly upset. “Shouldn’t he face the consequences of his actions? Why are you helping him to escape as if moving on would erase all the things he’s done?”
“It’s a long story. But even if I do get into it, I doubt you’d get it.” You sigh, placing a hand over his. “I know he crossed a line last week, he knows it too. I’m sorry for everything. But he’s not a bad person, he’s been through a lot and he’s really trying to change. All I’m doing is giving him the chance to. Deep down, I know you agree with me, that he’s better than this. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come to me, asking to try and help him. Recent events have changed your perception, and I don’t fault you for that.”
He shakes his head, as if tuning out what you’re saying.
“Besides, the things that are happening right now are beyond his control. It’s mostly the people at the top of their organisation that are at fault. It’s not fair for him to pay for their crimes.”
“Okay and what about everyone else there then? Are you gonna invite them to go with you?”
You sulk a little, annoyed with the way he speaks to you. “I wish I could…”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m not asking you to go,” you say, “I’m asking for you to understand why I have to leave. I love him.”
His jaw tenses up at that moment. The truth is that he understands, of course he does. He’d try his best to save a person he loves too. But the tainted image of Jungkook in his mind, sitting in the driver seat of his black Mercedes, almost causing him to crash, gets Hoseok’s heart racing. “Jungkook doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve your love.”
“And who the hell are you to decide that?” You snap, anger washing over you. It’s hard enough to sit here and be honest, even though you’re not obliged to tell him anything, without him being mean towards Jungkook. “You think even if I ended things with Jungkook, I’d come running to you? Fall in love with you instead?”
“I never said that.” He huffs out in frustration, knees bouncing anxiously.
Finding it hard to look at you, he turns away, keeping his eyes focused on anything else. He wishes he never admitted his feelings for you; now that it’s out in the open, he finds it harder to control his emotions.
“I’m not going to change my mind.” You say. “You’re just going to have to deal with it.”
When you move to go, you feel his fingers around yours. “Wait,” he sighs heavily, “I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sorry.”
You don’t say anything, but sit back down when he tugs on your hand. Despite his words, you know he still believes his earlier statement. Right now, he resents Jungkook; nothing you can do about that. And you can live with it only because you know nothing is about to change on your end.
“Look, I really appreciate all that you’ve done for me.” You say while looking down at your lap. “You’re a good person and I know you wish things could be different but this is how it has to be. If I’m being honest, it doesn’t feel too great having to leave…but I want to. So the least you could do is show me some support. I could use it.”
He seems to process the words in his mind. Then a tiny nod, agreeing.
You gradually break into a smile, and he mirrors you. “Shall we go back now? I could use some help packing.”
“Okay.” He says quietly, and you drag him up. He moves slowly, hesitantly at first, but slowly warms up to you again as you talk about your dilemma on what to bring with you.
𝄖
Back at the Headquarters, Bella walks into a room where, in her presence, talking dies down into soft murmurs and eventually it’s silent. She looks around at the faces staring back at her. All women. By the looks of it, none were older than twenty-three. And thankfully, none looked younger than eighteen. Or maybe she’s just trying to make herself feel better by thinking that.
“Hello.” She says, fingers fidgeting in front of her. “I’m Bella.”
The girls erupt in a series of uncoordinated hellos, and afterwards it goes quiet again. The room isn’t big. It’s a small office redecorated with couches on two sides and a table on one side. Food spread across the table and she knows it’s only to soften up the girls. In reality, they probably haven’t had a proper meal in months.
She flinches when the door opens behind her, and Barome walks in, together with Suga and two other men. “Ah hello ladies.” He says and they greet him back, much livelier than before. They probably already know who he is.
Suga stands on one side of Bella while Barome the other.
“This is Bella,” Barome starts, “you’ll be spending a lot of time with her in the next few months. Now, most of you are new at this, so take this time to learn as much as you can from her. She’s the best in the business.”
As he says it, he snakes an arm around her waist and holds her close, pressing her side against his. Being used to this, Bella isn’t phased. On her other side, Suga looks on, clenching his jaw as he watches how Barome’s fingers practically dig into Bella.
“You’ll be working down at our club.” Suga says, breaking Barome out of his daze.
“You’ll be transported there in the evening, and transported back to your dorms once work is done.” One of the men with Barome says. He wears a suit, glasses and holds a briefcase. He checks his phone, “Speaking of, the van is here. Let’s get going everyone.”
“Great.” Barome claps his hands together, being the first to leave, as the other man, his personal assistant, holds the door open.
“What are we waiting for girls? Move move move.” The guy with glasses says. And with that, the girls stand behind one another, walking in two rows out of the room.
Once they’re out, leaving only Bella and Suga, she lets out a huge sigh. Suga catches her when it seems like she’s about to fall over, hand on her elbow. “All good?”
“Yeah.” She says, breathless.
Suga holds her up straight and she lifts her head, looking at him with surprise. “Come on. You can do this.”
“Are you…giving me words of support?” She asks, and Suga sighs, shaking his head. “Who are you, and what have you done with Suga?”
“Shut up.” He says, and it brings a small smile to her face.
“I’m just nervous.” She admits when he lets her go. But she slips her hand into his and squeezes it. “Look at all those girls. They’re so far away from home.”
“I know. But at least they’ll have you looking out for them.” He says. “Besides, wasn’t this your idea? To train them down at the club?”
“It was actually Jungkook’s.” She says. “He says I should stay close by. Just in case. Otherwise, I’d have to spend a lot of time at other clubs and I don’t know anyone there…”
He nods in agreement. “Okay. Good call then.”
Bella lowers her head, and looks at Suga with doe eyes. “You’re worried about me?” She purses her lips.
“Gross.” He says with a stoic face, and Bella drops her act, rolling her eyes at him. A small smile makes its way to his face and he turns to leave, gesturing for her to follow behind. “Come on.”
Back at the club, Bella got to work, convincing Barome he didn’t need to stay to supervise. Of course, he listened. If there was anyone who Barome would listen to, it’s Bella. As he leaves, so do the other two men. The girls were evidently more comfortable with them gone, which is what Bella wanted.
Jungkook stands by the stairs and watches the girls carefully, most of them avoiding his gaze. Suga walks behind them and eyes the younger one. “You’re scaring them.” Suga says, going to his side.
“I’m just observing.” Jungkook says quietly and leans in, “How sure are we that they didn’t send a spy amongst those girls?”
Suga purses his lips. “I didn’t think of that.”
“Of course you didn’t.” With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook shakes his head. “You were too busy staring at Bella’s ass.”
Suga’s head snaps so fast, narrowing his brows. “I was not!”
“Okay bro, whatever.” Jungkook pushes past him, heads towards the room Bella went into. She barely notices his entrance before getting pulled to the side. “Does anyone look suspicious?”
“What?” Bella whispers, looking around. The girls have finally learned to relax around her. “What do you mean, suspicious?”
“Does it look like anyone was sent here to spy on us?”
She looks taken aback. “No. Should I be worried?”
Jungkook relaxes. “I’m just making sure.”
“What reason would they have to spy on us?” She asks.
“Hongjun, maybe.” He says and Bella understands. “I don’t know if he’s gone to the bosses about what happened. About what he suspects.”
She shares his concern now. But none of these girls look like they’re here to spy on them; they look like they’re scared to even breathe the same air as everyone else.
“What’s going on?” Suga comes in between, separating them. He looks back and forth at either of them, waiting for an explanation. “What? You guys keeping secrets from me?”
Jungkook and Bella share a look. Neither would budge and Suga knows it.
“What do you guys know that I don’t?”
Jungkook shrugs, deciding it’s the best time to leave. With a pat to Suga’s shoulder, he sees himself out. Suga, in fact, has been out of the loop. He doesn’t even know what happened between Hongjun and Jungkook that night. Jungkook had warned the security team not to talk to anyone about it. Suga looks at Bella expectantly.
“What?” She says, mildly annoyed.
“You’re definitely hiding something from me.” He squints. “I can see it in your eyes.”
“You can spend all night looking into my eyes if you want,” she tilts her head, smiling, “maybe you’ll find out what it is.”
His jaw shifts. Bella always knows how to get under his skin, in a good way. He gives her a once over, then one last glare before leaving.
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The hallways at the Headquarters have become much more crowded than they used to be. Most of them are new faces, which means they’re Barome’s men. It doesn’t bother RM much, since he doesn’t spend much time there anway, only having to come down today to help Kyun move his things. But Kyun seems extra irritable.
“Everything okay?” RM asks, placing a stack of boxes on the couch in Kyun’s new office, one he recently moved into.
“No.” Kyun huffs, “Everything’s a mess…Will you close the door?”
He’s weary of the men walking by, those he doesn’t recognise. “You don’t trust them too, huh?”
He gives a brief sharp look to RM, pressing his lips thin. “Let’s keep that between us. Now, will you tell me where the hell Hongjun is?”
RM frowns. “How would I know?”
“Haven’t you heard anything?” He asks, leaning back in his chair. RM shakes his head in response, disappointing his boss. “I haven’t been able to get a hold of him.”
“I don’t know where he is.” RM shrugs. “You think something happened? Something serious?”
“Not sure, but he’s supposed to check in with his earnings this week.” It doesn’t sit right with Kyun. But at the same time, Hongjun’s behaviour has always been unpredictable. “Are you sure you don’t know where he is? What about Ace?”
“What about him?”
“Aren’t they always fighting about something?” He says, “Did something happen? Is that why he’s missing?”
RM purses his lips in a downward smile. “Haven’t heard anything actually.”
It was a lie of course. He knew something was up the moment he stepped into the club the next night. He’d overheard the bouncers talking while on their smoke break. They were tight lipped at first, but nothing a little cash wouldn’t solve.
He doesn’t have all the details, but enough to know roughly what happened. Hongjun was carried into a spare room and only fifteen minutes later did he come to his senses. Bella was there, offering him bottled water and had seemingly tried to talk about what happened. But as soon as he got on his feet, he left in a hurry.
“Let’s go look for him then.” Kyun gets his keys and wallet from the table.
“What, now?” RM asks and Kyun scoffs at the silly question. “I mean, I could go look for him. Why don’t you settle into your office?”
“Is there a reason you don’t want me to go?” He eyes RM, resting his palms on the table.
There’s no reason why Hongjun wouldn’t tell Kyun about it, unless there was more to the story. And until RM finds out what it is, he wasn’t going to risk it.
“Do you really want to go out there and look for him around town?” RM tries a different approach. “Is this really about Hongjun, or is there something else bothering you?” He looks to the door where though closed, you could hear the commotion outside, where people incessantly walk by.
“Don’t turn this into something kid.” He says, but his face tells a different story, suddenly taking a seat and leaning far back in his chair. RM sighs internally when his plan works. “It’s not that I don’t like all of this….”
He stops himself, finding it difficult to continue.
“Actually I do hate this.” He ends up confessing, voice almost a whisper.
It doesn’t surprise RM. “You’re not the only one. Many of our men don’t think this merger is a good idea.”
Kyun raises his chin, “Including you?”
“Honestly, I’m just in this for the money. I don’t care. But it doesn’t matter what I or anyone else thinks, does it?”
“You better watch what you say,” Kyun says in a low voice, as if someone were listening in, “it could get you in trouble.”
RM stays silent after that and Kyun looks at the mess of his table, then turns his attention away when his phone chimes. The air shifts uncomfortably. It’s warm and the smell of the until today vacant room lingers. There’s still lots of shuffling outside. And Kyun’s face drops.
“What?” RM asks when he hangs up.
“Captain just sent a message. He says a group of our men just got caught.” Kyun looks at his phone. “He wants their site cleared of any evidence.”
RM didn’t think it meant they would have to do it until Kyun gets up, ready to leave and gives him an expectant look. “What⎼ you mean we⎼ us?”
“Yeah. I need backup.” He says simply.
“Don’t we have men for this?”
Kyun sighs, going towards one of the corners and searching for a particular box. He finds it and starts to pull something out. “We do…but they want to keep this quiet. We don’t need everyone panicking. Captain asked me to go. But since you’re here, you can come with.”
“Perfect.” RM says quietly, out of resignation.
“You’ll need this.” Kyun had pulled out a black hard case. Thick, heavy, but not as big as a suitcase. He opens it and carefully lifts the item out, handing it to RM.
RM looks at the gun. He takes it after a moment of contemplation. “Hopefully not.”
He follows behind as Kyun leads the way. But he stopped just before leaving the room. “Whatever we just spoke about…it never happened.”
RM nods in understanding. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
Kyun hides a smile. “Call your team, send them the location. But don’t tell them anything else.”
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An hour later, RM is sitting in Kyun’s car, a block away from the building the arrested team had used as their base. They wait for both Suga and Jungkook to appear and they do minutes later, entering the back seat.
“We need to clear any evidence that would link back to us.” Kyun says, without waiting for them to get settled. “They got busted during an exchange at a club about forty-five minutes away from here. Now, we don’t know if they’ve alerted the cops to this location yet, so I don’t know if we’re going to be bumping into anyone.”
“We didn’t see any sign of the police along the way.” Suga says, looking out the window. The car’s parked in an alley, two buildings on either side.
“But how do we know they’re not hiding out here somewhere?” Jungkook asks, eyeing Kyun’s gun on the dashboard.
“We don’t.” He says simply. He then nods towards RM in the passenger seat. “You go up first. Once you give us the clear, we’ll follow.”
RM’s given a key before exiting the car. The building’s tall and though it looks old and worn out on the outside, it’s quite refined on the inside. The walls don’t have cracks in them, there’s no mould growing on the ceilings, no terrible stench in the air and the elevators actually work. Wouldn’t be such a bad place to set up base, as compared to the club or Suga’s apartment.
They have the penthouse here, twelve floors up. Taking the elevator up would be risky if the police were already there. RM can feel the gun strapped under his belt and he sighs, preparing himself for anything he might come across.
Back in the car, it’s quiet. Mostly in anticipation of RM’s signal.
“Either of you know of Hongjun’s whereabouts?” Kyun asks, looking at them through the rear-view mirror.
“Nope.” Suga says and Jungkook shakes his head in response.
“Let me know if you hear anything.” He says. “Haven’t been able to get a hold of him and the others. Hope they haven’t gotten arrested too…would be a big problem…”
“I’m sure he’s out there somewhere, causing trouble as he always is.” Jungkook sounds nonchalant enough for Kyun not to suspect anything. On the inside, he’s tense, thinking about what Hongjun might be up to if he’s not picking up Kyun’s calls. Suga notices this, and Jungkook notices his stare but brushes it off.
“Okay, all clear.” Kyun says, reading off his phone.
Suga leaves the car first, together with Jungkook. They take the elevator up only halfway, then take the stairs up the rest of the way, joining RM right outside the apartment door. He unlocks the door and pushes it open gently. He walks in quietly and takes a look around. Kyun joins the other two outside as he does. They only enter once RM comes back out. “No one’s here.”
“Okay, you stand guard, just in case.” Kyun says to RM then turns to the other two, passing them pairs of gloves. “Grab anything that could lead the police back to us. Like the ledger. It has all our important accounts, can’t let that fall into the wrong hands.”
They get to searching, spreading out into the rooms. Suga looks in the living area while Kyun and Jungkook move into the rooms, working fast. There might not be anyone here now, but it doesn’t mean they have all the time in the world.
The place is pretty well-kept. Not dirty, just messy. Clothes everywhere, beds unmade. Lots of random papers, money and receipts everywhere. Which made it a little tricky having to check everything just to make sure it’s nothing important.
Jungkook checks under the pillows, bed, in their closet, underneath clothes, in the toilet, but he doesn’t find what he’s looking for. So far he’s found a phone and some suspicious receipts, but it’s the ledger he wants. He can hear Kyun and Suga talking, having found some items they think are worth keeping.
While searching a table by the window, Suga peeks through the blinds, looking down at the street. “Hey,” he calls out to the others, “I think we might have company.”
Kyun comes out to where Suga is, taking a look for himself. There’s a car parked below, men standing by it while reading off a clipboard. They’re not in uniform, so they could be detectives, perhaps waiting for the rest of their team.
A minute later, a van pops up, this time with a couple more men with briefcases and gloves on.
“Elevator’s moving. It’s going down, we have three minutes before they reach us.” RM adds, “We gotta go. Now.”
“Okay boys. We can’t leave as a group. It’s too distracting. We move out and split. There’s a back exit on the ground floor. Quickly let’s go.” Kyun says, without waiting for the rest. He’s the first to leave, rushing past RM and taking the stairs down.
Suga glances into the room to see Jungkook still inside, stashing a notebook into the belt of his pants. He assumes it’s the ledger. “Found something.”
“Hurry up! We gotta go!” He gestures for Jungkook to get a move on.
They speed out the door, and head for the stairs, only to find the door locked. Jungkook tries to knock it down, shoving shoulder first into it, but it wouldn’t budge. “Damn it!”
“What the fuck.” Suga peeks through the frosted window on the door. “Did Kyun just lock us up here?”
“It must have an automatic lock safety function.” RM says, already shoving the guys back in the direction of the apartment. “Get in quick.”
He shuts the door and they run to one of the rooms which has a window facing an alley. Suga locks the door to the room, just as Jungkook’s about to push up the window. That’s when they hear the front door unlocking. They look at each other, silent and panicking, afraid to even make another move. With a finger to his lips, RM nods at Jungkook, signalling him to the window. The fire escape is their only way.
Slowly, Jungkook slides the window up and hooks one leg over the ledge. That was the easy part. As Jungkook and the other two soon realise, the fire escape was not maintained at all. It’s rusty and rattles with every step Jungkook takes, even as he tries to be as gentle as possible, moving at a horrifyingly steady pace.
Suga and RM move out on the fire escape together, but it proves difficult. “This thing’s gonna fall apart if the three of us are on it.” Suga whispers to RM.
It’s creaking horribly as it is with only Jungkook on it, already reaching the bottom with speedy steps. “Then you go first, quick.”
RM slides the window down and moves to the side, hiding out of view. Suga doesn’t waste any time, taking two steps at once, hoping the metal wouldn’t give way under him. By the time Jungkook’s reached the bottom, Suga’s made it three quarters of the way down. It helps that he’s light on his feet.
Peeking inside, RM can see the handle of the door shaking. They’re trying to get in. He has to go now or he’ll never make it. Five steps down, and he hears the door being kicked open. Crap. He thinks.
He looks down and gestures to Jungkook and Suga who’s just reached the bottom, to go. They wait instead, even though they’re not supposed to. Kyun had clearly told them to split. One person getting caught is better than three.
RM tries his best to make the way down without making too much noise. But it’s as if the stairs were worn out from Jungkook and Suga’s attempt, that it starts to fall apart slowly. The creaking is loud and a small part from the lower end breaks off, dropping to the ground with a loud clanging sound.
The noise catches the attention of the cops inside. RM can hear the window sliding open. Fuck.
A head pops out, looking down. His eyes go wide in surprise as he sees RM looking back at him. “Hey!” He yells and immediately, RM runs down as fast as he can. The detective jumps out the window, causing the metal to bounce and RM slips as he loses his balance, gripping onto the railings.
“Shit. Go go go!” Suga shoves Jungkook further into the alley, in the opposite direction of the open street where they were sure to be caught. The two of them jump over the wall and manage to escape to the other side.
RM is chased down the stairs and as he sees the other two managing to successfully escape, he lets out a sigh of relief and slows down, allowing himself to get caught. Hands behind his back, the officer puts him in handcuffs before going back up to the apartment, grabbing him by the collar.
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It’s early in the morning when Namjoon finally gets released from questioning. Jungkook waits nearby the station until he sees his friend coming out. “Hey.” He calls out and Namjoon nods his way. “Rough night, huh?”
“Better than most.” He says and they laugh it off.
Suga’s waiting in the car, engine still running. “So what happened? Did they give you a hard time?”
“At first, yeah.” He says, leaning against the headrest, letting his eyes close. “But they weren’t able to charge me for anything. After all, they found me outside, not inside the apartment. There’s nothing to tie me back to the other men anyways.”
“That’s good.” Jungkook says. “Sorry we couldn’t save you.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He yawns in the back seat as Suga starts to drive. “Better me than you guys.”
After a while, they hear some light snoring coming from him. Jungkook sits uneasy in the passenger seat. “Can’t believe Kyun didn’t even call to check on us.”
“Hey, it’s protocol not to make contact just in case the police are tracking us.” Suga says.
“Okay but he just ran off without us.” Jungkook grunts.
“Whatever, it’s always been this way. No idea why you’re surprised.”
“I’m not surprised, just annoyed.”
“By the way,” Suga entertains a thought, “I’ve been meaning to ask, are you sure you don’t know what’s going on with Hongjun?”
Jungkook turns to him. “I don’t. Why?”
“I mean there’s always something going on with you guys.” He says, “Did something happen? That’s why he's MIA right now?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Jungkook's defence only makes Suga believe the opposite is true. “What could I possibly have done to him?”
Suga keeps his eyes on the road. Back at the headquarters, Kyun is sipping coffee at his desk, as if the day before hadn’t even happened. Jungkook rolls his eyes at his indifference.
“You didn’t tell them anything, did you?” He asks RM.
“Nope.” He shrugs. “They couldn’t pin anything on me. No records. No motive. I didn’t have any evidence on me either. Just the gun.”
“Awesome.” Kyun rubs his hands together. They can’t tell if it’s the coffee or the excitement of escaping the police that’s got him all excited. “Now, can I get whatever ya’ll got from the apartment?”
Suga and Jungkook pull out a drawstring bag and unload it on the desk. They had collated their items while waiting for RM. Some pieces of paper with important names on it, packets of drugs, burner phones with important contacts. Suga looks at the items, then at Jungkook, waiting for him to pull out the notebook he saw Jungkook grab. “Didn’t you find the ledger?”
Jungkook rubs the back of his neck, a guilty grin on his face. “Oh yeah that…I think I dropped it while we were escaping…probably climbing over that wall.”
“Are you serious?”
“The ledger? You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Kyun says.
“Well sorry, I was running for my life.” Jungkook says. “If they had caught me with that ledger, I would be in big trouble.”
“Relax everyone, they probably won’t even be able to decipher what’s in it.” RM says, trying to ease the tension.
Kyun’s frustration lasts only minutes. After which he’s pre-occupied in updating the Captain on the items they managed to retrieve, dismissing the three men.
“Can you believe him?” Jungkook looks at the other two. “He was the first to run off and he wants to get mad at me?”
“You did lose the ledger dude.” Suga says and Jungkook rolls his eyes.
“It’s not like I did it on purpose.” Jungkook grumbles. “Plus, we got other stuff that was equally as important. And did we hear a thank you? No.”
RM groans as they leave the building. “What are you guys even complaining about? I’m the one that had to spend the night behind bars.”
“He’s right.” Jungkook looks at Suga.
“Thanks.” Suga says to RM. It’s the most sincere he’s ever seen Suga. “I know you stayed back so that they’d be preoccupied with you to run after us.”
He puts out a fist and it takes a moment before RM returns the fist bump.
“No problem. We’re a team.” RM says and Suga feels oddly at ease for the first time in a long time. “Anyway, I need a shower. And a long nap. See you guys later.”
Jungkook catches the way Suga looks at RM as he walks off, getting into the car. “You’re finally starting to like him.”
Suga’s frown is back. Eyebrows scrunched. “Will you fuck off?”
“No.” Jungkook shoves him and he stumbles a little.
“Whatever.” He mumbles as he starts walking towards the parked vehicles.
“He took the car,” Jungkook says playfully, “so I guess you’re stuck with me.”
“Just shut up and give me a ride.”
Jungkook smiles, handing over a spare helmet to Suga, one which you used to use. On the way back to Suga’s apartment, Jungkook rides past the train station and thinks about you. You would be waiting for him two days from now, and he still hasn’t made up his mind.
“You’re awfully quiet now. What’s up?” Suga says as the bike comes to a stop outside their building.
“I have a bad feeling.”
“About Namjoon?”
“No.” Jungkook bites his bottom lip. “About…the future.”
“Huh?” Suga’s confused. He walks past Jungkook towards the entrance, unsure if he wants to pull on this thread. He’s positive Jungkook has something to do with Hongjun’s disappearance and he wonders if this has anything to do with it.
Jungkook waits till they’re back in the apartment, kicking the door close behind him. He then grabs hold of Suga, pulling him by the arm to whisper. “Someone gave me a tip.”
“What kinda tip?” He asks quietly, observing Jungkook carefully.
Jungkook’s mind scrambles to find a believable story. He can’t say it came from you. “That the police are onto us. It’s serious. This recent arrest? It’s just the start.”
“Who’d you hear this from?”
He gulps. “Our men on the streets.”
“Which one?”
Damn. “The homeless guy. Remember? The one that comes and sleeps outside the club sometimes.”
Suga searches his eyes and Jungkook feels himself getting warmer. Sweatier. “Okay…but I wouldn’t say he’s the most reliable guy.”
“Still,” Jungkook presses on, “he told me they’d start moving in on our people soon. And they did.”
“Why didn’t you tell anyone then?”
“You know I don’t trust anyone anymore.” Jungkook says and Suga nods. He finally lets go of Suga’s arm and heads towards the rooms. “I’m just telling you so we can be prepared. You saw how Kyun didn’t want us to tell anyone else about the arrests. It means they know something’s up and they’re trying to hide it.”
“If you think about it,” Suga moves towards the couch, “wouldn’t telling everyone else just cause unnecessary panic? Look, you’re lowkey panicking right now.”
“Yeah exactly. If people knew they were in danger, they’d take steps to protect themselves. The bosses don’t want that, they want us to go on as per normal. Why do you think that is?” Suga doesn’t respond, gesturing for him to go on. “It’s because we’re only pawns in this game. Just like how RM stayed back to help us escape, that’s what our existence is to Kim, to Barome. We’re here risking our lives while they probably already have an elaborate escape plan.”
Suga heaves out a sigh and Jungkook leaves him with his thoughts. This is one of the rare times Suga hadn’t interrupted him to say he’s wrong. Maybe he’s starting to see it himself. Jungkook hopes this means he and Suga are finally on the same page.
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Hana gives you the longest hug. She teared up several times on the way to the station. Hoseok, on the other hand, is trying really hard to be there for you. Even though he doesn’t want you to go. He offered to drive you to the station, but as soon as you arrive, he feels regret washing over him.
“Hey,” you say, tapping his arm when you see his eyes glaze over. Hana and Jimin fuss over your luggage behind you. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Don’t mention it.” He says, keeping his emotions in check. “I’m gonna miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too.” You say, going in for a hug.
He waits for a beat before wrapping his arms around you. You know the last few days have been hard for him, but you appreciate how he’s managed not to let his feelings for you get the better of him.
“You’ll be okay.” You say after the hug. He looks confused. “Your feelings, it’ll pass.”
He breaks into a chuckle. “Don’t worry about me.”
You smile, giving him a fist bump. “Alright guys, you don’t have to stay. Jungkook will probably be here soon.”
“And I’ll stay with her in the meantime.” Jimin says, nodding to Hana and Hoseok.
It takes some convincing before they finally agree to leave. Jimin walks with you to the platform, taking a seat on a bench right next to the ticket office. You came in high hopes, but your smile slowly disappears as you take a look around. All the faces around you, yet none being the one you’re here for.
“Not looking so good huh?” Jimin says honestly. He slaps a hand on your back.
“Shut up, he’ll be here.” You say that but even you don’t entirely believe it. You start to get antsy, legs shaking, fingers fidgeting with the zip of your duffel bag on your lap. Checking your phone again, you sigh when there’s no notification. “He should be here.”
“Where will you go if he doesn’t show up?” He lifts his back off the bench and leans his elbows on his knees, looking at you. “I know you said you won’t stay.”
“I guess I’ll…”
“What?”
“I’ll leave on my own.” You say that and huff out a laugh, fully aware you wouldn’t survive in an unfamiliar place, especially not when you haven’t had enough time to prepare. “Actually I’ll just…go back home. And stay there for a while.”
Jimin giggles, appreciating how honest you are. “I guess I’ll know where to find you then.”
“But I hope he shows…” You say softly, looking at the big, heavy bag in front of you.
Jimin rubs a hand over your back. “There’s still time. Don’t worry.”
You nod, though there’s only fifteen minutes left till boarding, then another fifteen before the train departs.
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Jungkook slips through traffic on his bike. The digital clock on his dashboard tells him he has ten minutes left till boarding. As soon as he arrives, it’s five minutes, and he looks around for you. He finally spots you, sitting with Jimin, who just got up to go somewhere.
He stands behind a pillar, hiding from view, back to the concrete. He still hasn’t figured out what he’s going to do. His heart is heavy, watching you sitting there by yourself, packed and ready. He just wants to go over there and hug you. Tell you to stop this. That he’ll figure it out and make things work. He’s supposed to protect you.
He looks at the texts you sent him last night.
[11:40PM] You: the train will leave at 6.30 tomorrow.
[11:40PM] You: don’t be late okay?
[11:43PM] Jungkook: can we still talk about this?
[11:45PM] You: this is the only way
[11:45PM] You: if you really love me, you’ll show up
[11:50PM] Jungkook: baby…
[11:50PM] Jungkook: i love you
[11:52PM] You: then come and find me tomorrow.
[11:52PM] You: i love you most <3
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[5:45PM] You: i’m here
[5:46PM] You: come find me by the ticket station.
[6:10PM] You: :(
He showed up, but without any luggage. He had come to stop you from leaving.
He turns around, peeking over the pillar. But this time he doesn’t see you at your seat. You’re gone. Jungkook looks around, searching for you among the busy crowd. Now that the train has started to board, it gets messy and loud. Have you boarded without him?
He sees Jimin coming from the direction of the toilets, equally as confused to see you gone. What’s more, your bag is left on the bench.
Something’s amiss. Jungkook dials your number. It rings for a while, then cuts off. He tries again, and this time it doesn’t even ring.
He goes over to Jimin, who’s surprised to see him, immediately rushing in for a hug. “You came!”
“Where is she? She was here a minute ago.” Jungkook asks, skipping the niceties.
“I don’t know, I left for the toilet and came back and she’s gone⎼ wait⎼” Jimin cokcs his head to the side. “You mean to say you’ve been here the whole time, spying on her?”
“I⎼” He breathes out. “I couldn't make up my mind. I feel bad⎼”
“You should, she was really hoping you’d show up.”
“Okay so where is she?”
“I don’t know!” Jimin looks around.
“Do you think she boarded?” Jungkook scans the window of the cabins they stand in front of.
Jimin shakes his head. “But then why would she leave her bag?”
“I’ll check inside,” Jungkook says, “you check the platform.”
Jungkook enters the train, speeding past the cabins in search of any sign of you. He calls out your name but is only met with annoyed stares instead. He starts to get frustrated when he comes up empty, hoping Jimin had somehow found you but instead, Jimin returns to their original spot with an equally frustrated look.
Jimin attempts to call you but the line doesn’t ring. “It’s off.” He says, a second after putting the phone to his ear. “I don’t get it. What happened?”
“And why would she leave without her stuff?” Jungkook looks at him. “Call Hana.”
“No.” He insists, “That’s crazy, it’ll only make her worry.”
“So she left her bag…and her phone is off…”
“Do you think someone took her?”
“But who would⎼” Jungkook stops short of finishing his sentence. It’s a thought he doesn’t want to entertain, but the first one that came to mind. Could it be that Hongjun⎼
“What? Do you know anyone who could’ve done this?” Jimin asks.
Jungkook shakes his head but avoids Jimin’s eyes. “No. I don’t know.”
“Ugh.” Jimin runs a hand through his hair. “I’m gonna go ask security and see if they can access the surveillance footage.”
Jungkook starts to panic, mind racing with a million different ways this could go horribly. His phone goes off and he answers it without even looking at the caller ID. Suga’s on the other line.
“Where are you?” His tone is off. Suga’s speaking softly, as if he doesn’t want to be heard.
“Nowhere. What’s wrong?”
There’s some shuffling going on and it sounds as if Suga’s moving from a busy room to a quieter one. Jungkook presses the phone to his ear, trying to ignore the sounds around him. “Another team’s down. This time it’s Barome’s men.”
“Oh. So…what, do we have orders or?”
“No but,” Suga pauses, “Barome’s pissed. Really pissed. You should get here now.”
“I can’t. I’m busy.”
“Doing what?”
“Call you back later.”
Jungkook rushes over to where Jimin is, trying to negotiate with them with your luggage on the floor next to him. He grabs the bag and Jimin, “Forget them, they’re useless.”
“Okay,” Jimin says, trying to keep up with his fast steps, “so you have a better idea?”
“I…may know who took her.” Jungkook says. It’s hard to ignore the way Jimin’s eyes widen. “But it’s just a hunch.”
“So what should we do now?”
“Leave it to me.” Jungkook digs into his pocket and pulls out some money, stuffing it into Jimin’s palm. “You go home and take her stuff with you.”
“You do realise that Hana and Hoseok are not going to take this well?” Jimin asks, worrying for him. It’s not going to be easy for him either.
Jungkook fights back tears. “It doesn't matter right now. I have to go look for her.”
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Jungkook ran several red lights, almost crashed into cars and even slipped off his bike once. But he keeps going. He doesn’t know where you are but Hongjun is definitely the first suspect. He has multiple missed calls, all from Suga. He could see it light up on the phone mount every time Suga calls, but he couldn’t stop to answer. Nor did he want to right now.
Instead, he texts Namjoon. But there’s no reply.
So he decides to go in alone. There's an abandoned warehouse nearby which he knows is under Hongjun’s district. He managed to reach there in half the time. Seeing a couple of cars parked around the area, he knows he’ll find Hongjun there.
He opens up one of the compartments of his bike and pulls out a handgun. He doesn’t like to have one on hand, but this time he thinks he might need it.
Jungkook bangs on the door. A large guy opens the door only a fraction of the way, eyeing him down. “You have business here?”
“I’m sure Hongjun’s expecting me.” Jungkook says with a fake smile on his face.
“Okay. Wait here.”
After a minute, Jungkook’s impatience makes him shove his way inside, getting into a small struggle with the bouncer. It isn’t until a familiar voice calls out his name that the other guy stops, pushing Jungkook off himself.
“Hey buddy.” Hongjun says, appearing out of nowhere. He has a casual smile on his face.
Getting off the ground, Jungkook charges towards him, but stops in his tracks when his men appear behind him, aiming guns in his direction. Hongjun tilts his head and tuts at Jungkook, just to taunt him even more. “Where is she?”
“Who?”
Junho and Taeho move behind Jungkook, placing a stool and forcing him to take a seat, guns still aimed at his head. They search his pockets, removing the handgun he’d brought with him. “You know who.” Jungkook says, gritting his teeth.
“I don’t.” Hongjun pulls up a stool for himself and positions himself in front of Jungkook.
“Where is Y/N?”
“Ohhhhh,” he chuckles, “your not-girlfriend. Oh yeah she’s just taking a nap, don’t worry.”
Jungkook lunges forward again but then feels a barrel of the gun against the back of his head. “One more time, and I’m pulling the trigger.”
“Hey now, let’s calm down everyone.” Hongjun says, gesturing to his men to back down, as if he’s not the mastermind of all this. The facade he’s putting on is only adding on to the fire burning inside Jungkook. “I’m just trying to have a civil discussion with my old pal here.”
Jungkook sits back down, and pulls himself together. “The one you want is me. Let her go.”
He laughs. “What could I possibly want with you?”
“When I…hurt you that night. I suppose this is payback.” Jungkook says. “But it’s between you and me. Why go after her?”
“Wow, you are so self-obsessed I swear.” Hongjun raises his brows. “Weren’t you paying attention to what I was saying? She’s acting as an informant for the police. She’s dangerous. She’s going to bring our entire operation down.”
“No! You’ve got it all wrong, she’s not⎼”
Hongjun snaps his fingers and Junho takes that as a cue, walking off towards the darkness behind Hongjun. “Now now,” he says, “don’t need to try and defend your little girlfriend.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen and his heart races when he sees you. They carry you in. Your eyes closed, body limp, wrists taped together. He tries to stand but they keep him down.
“See? I told you she’s fine.”
“What are you going to do to her?” Jungkook asks softly.
“What we always do to traitors.” He says as if it’s the most obvious thing ever. Hongjun stands, going over to you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Jungkook seethes. It’s painful trying to keep himself in place. “Let Kim deal with it.”
Jungkook yells out in frustration. He grabs the barrel against his head, pushing it upwards before kicking Taeho’s ribs. Jungkook runs to grab the gun, but Taeho’s quicker, scrambling towards it and swooping it up before Jungkook can.
Jungkook turns back to Hongjun but he’s already going in the opposite direction, his men carrying your body with them. He makes a run for it, charging after Hongjun. “Come back here, you idiot!”
Hongjun turns only slightly, smirks and continues walking.
A loud bang goes off and Jungkook falls to the ground, yelling in pain. Taeho had shot him. He clutches his affected leg, still trying to get up. You’re right there. If only he could get to you.
“Y/N!”
And then everything goes black.
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(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice)
• Characters: Hikari Kuina, fem!Reader
• Genre: fluff, angst
• Warnings: mentions of transphobia
My Girl
*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ
Kuina absolutely adores you. She can’t imagine to live without you anymore and she will do anything she can to bring you two back into the real world. She knows that she loves you and that she wants to share everything with you. Thats why she feels so guilty for keeping one of the most important things about her to herself. She’s afraid how you will react, afraid that you’ll maybe leave her or get angry at her. But she doesn’t want to have any secrets in your relationship.
She thought about for quite a while but eventually she decides to be honest with you. Yes she is afraid you might leave her but on the other hand, would she want to be in a relationship where she has to hide herself to get loved?
It is a cloudy night. You two meet up on the rooftop like you often do but this time you notice immediately that something is different. The way Kuina sits there, stiff like she is afraid to move, makes you worry.
„What’s wrong baby?“, you ask reaching out for her hands. „I need to talk to you about something.“ She avoids your eyes.
„Is this the reason your so tense?“ She nods, still looking to the ground. „I am afraid you may leave me after I told you.“
Your stomach starts to tie itself into a knot, nausea crawling up your throat. „Did you cheat on me?“ Now Kuina looks into your eyes and shakes with a shocked expression rapidly her head. „No! Of course not!“ Immediately you relax again. „Well then you don’t have to worry.“
„It’s not that easy“, she says. „You will see me completely different. You will be angry, probably even disgusted, you-“ As you raise your hand she stops her rambling. „Don’t be ridiculous“, you try to reassure her, literally tasting her fear. „I love you and whatever you’re about to tell me; it won’t change a thing.“
Kuina feels how tears starts to well up in her eyes, ready to flood her face. „I‘m-“, her voice cracks and suddenly she sees her father again, how much he hated her for not being his son. For living her own life and becoming the person she always dreamt of. For simply being herself.
„I’m not an ordinary woman“, together with her sentences, her tears explode and she starts to sob uncontrollably. „Of course you’re not ordinary. Your a freaking goddess.“
You understand what she’s saying, but still you just want to see her smile again. „That’s not what I meant“, she said with a smile on her lips after all. „I know but you should.“
She can’t help but chuckle under her tears. You always manage to cheer her up at least a little bit. One of the countless things she loves about you.
„I was born a boy“, she eventually explains further. „Okay.“ That’s all you say before you start kissing the back of her hands you’re still holding.
Speechless Kuina looks at you. „Do you realize what I just told you?“ You nod, kissing every knuckle of her. „You’re trans“, you repeat the information.
Of course you were surprised but honestly, it doesn’t matter to you. You met Kuina as the wonderful woman she is and nothing could ever change the way you see her.
„And you don’t have any issues with that?“, she asks further. You look up and letting go of her hands to hold her face. „Why should I? I don’t care what genitals you used you have. I met you as a woman, I fell in love with a woman, you are a woman. You are my girl baby. End of the discussion.“
Kuina can’t believe what she is hearing. „I basically lied to you.“ You just roll your eyes. „You didn’t lie to me. You just didn’t tell me everything which is totally fine. People can be cruel, especially about topics like that.“ Your understanding overwhelms her so mich that she can’t stop herself from shedding tears again.
With gentle gestures you wipe away the drops that are about to run down her cheeks. „Please don’t cry sweetheart.“ But Kuina can’t stop. Her heart is about to explode from all the love and happiness she feels.
„I love you“, she whispers, her crying almost robbing her breath before she kisses you over and over again.
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Modern au
@cryst4lwitch commented on my post (aka one of the biggest fan in the fandom commented on my post-)
Anyways! These are my thoughts with the Dimitrescu sisters in modern au as some of these will be mention or already did in my fic and feel free to use them if you wish in your works! I'll be separating them though
Bela
Work:
Like I mentioned before Bela would be a supermodel and taking extra lectures on how to run the winery business since surely Alcina will passed it to her one day
Her sisters were okay with it since they have no interest in handling the winery anyways
And Alcina is okay with it
Bela is famous of course especially in the community since she's very open about her sexuality
People around her often tell that she's the smartest out of the three And the fastest to improve her runway walk
Good with poses
No bad paparazzi photos (But she still hates those fuckers)
Have been in tons of magazines, runways, commercial and many more
Gained popularity during her 20th runway while wearing a long black dress with low cleavage and slit, and make up being gothic inspire
She rather have the same location as her sisters than being separated
All three will audition together and if one of them isn't in, they won't bother to continue the show
Is a "regular" at Donna's runway
Many celebrities and models admit having a crush on her and even tried dating her but Bela don't want to date anyone from the industry
Knows how to keep her work life separate from her personal life
Actually has a persona on the media and controls it well
Personal Life:
Have a luxurious life mainly old money style
Two accounts on every social media she have, one for private and one for the public
Doesn't really like when people try to exploit her personal life since she's a model and rather be known as a model than her personal life be known
Graduated from a very elite school in the country and being the top of the class
During free time she spend her time being lock in her bedroom just to have time for herself, then would go with her family to spend time with them especially with her sisters
Doesn't like paparazzi very much and even punch one because they keep pushing her
Probably the quietest out of the three when it comes to posting
Of course her relationship will be surely low key
She actually likes comfortable clothes whenever she feels lazy than wearing dresses when she's out of the runway
Actually has collections of emo posters that is still up on her wall (You can't tell me otherwise)
Have an emo phase with her sisters
And actually ended up loving the Goths instead
"It's not a phrase!"
Doesn't like drama BUT KNOWS EVERY DRAMA
Relationship
You first met when you were working on her outfit for one of her runways and let say majority of spending time with her was causing you to gay panic
Finds you cute and PURPOSELY will make you have gay panic
Ask for your number and accounts after the show but of course she have to kiss your cheek and wink at you
Had dinner a week later and just happen to click
LOW KEY RELATIONSHIP
She'll be posting your pictures but have your face covered whether your celeb, famous or ordinary
She finds it quite peaceful that no one tries to get to dig up her relationship especially the PR
Laughing at people who said her relationships are PR behind her screen
WON'T DENY YOU
"Yes I am in a relationship... Private but not a secret"
Actual couple goals
Have tons of stolen shots of you without your face and would post some
Cooking? Your back will be fine
Reading? The book will do it's work
Eating? Your hair does the magic
Most dates would be somewhere no one will able to recognize her or just hope some of her fans would be respectful that they wouldn't cause any drama
Actually most of her fans are supportive of her relationship and won't lie you're good looking as well and actually thought you were a model as well
You don't really mind Bela's work and fame since you're her biggest fan after all before the two of you met personally
You post pictures of her as well but have her face covered so no one would know as well
No paparazzi tried to come over to you which relieved Bela greatly since she first handed experience being harassed and doesn't want you to suffer as well
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'Robert, I beg of you,” Ned pleaded, “hear what you are saying. You are talking of murdering a child.” “The whore is pregnant!” The king’s fist slammed down on the council table loud as a thunderclap.
We are barely into the chapter and Robert is already using gendered slurs. On a fourteen year old girl at that. God I absolutely hate him. Cersei kill him already.
'On the Trident, Ser Barristan here cut down a dozen good men, Robert’s friends and mine. When they brought him to us, grievously wounded and near death, Roose Bolton urged us to cut his throat, but your brother said, ‘I will not kill a man for loyalty, nor for fighting well,’ and sent his own maester to tend Ser Barristan’s wounds.” He gave the king a long cool look. “Would that man were here today.” Robert had shame enough to blush.' … 'Robert purpled. “No more, Ned,” he warned, pointing. “Not another word. Have you forgotten who is king here?” “No, Your Grace,” Ned replied. “Have you?'
Ned completely tears him apart with cold snark and I love it. It’s moments like these I remember why I came to like Ned in the first place. He makes mistakes, massive ones at that, and he’s flawed, and I absolutely love to critique him, but I do appreciate him. A lot.
'Grand Maester Pycelle cleared his throat, a process that seemed to take some minutes. “My order serves the realm, not the ruler. Once I counseled King Aerys as loyally as I counsel King Robert now, so I bear this girl child of his no ill will. Yet I ask you this—should war come again, how many soldiers will die? How many towns will burn? How many children will be ripped from their mothers to perish on the end of a spear?” He stroked his luxuriant white beard, infinitely sad, infinitely weary. “Is it not wiser, even kinder, that Daenerys Targaryen should die now so that tens of thousands might live?'
Of all the people in the council it’s actually this guy who makes a good point. Yes Dany is largely innocent now but in the future she will kill an innocent person to birth three weapons of mass destruction and use them to create havoc. She’s the fire threat who will have the means to destroy the world and before she’s stopped, she will kill tens of thousands if likely not more. This is a dilemma and there are no right answers.
I wish him every success.” Ned unfastened the heavy clasp that clutched at the folds of his cloak, the ornate silver hand that was his badge of office. He laid it on the table in front of the king, saddened by the memory of the man who had pinned it on him, the friend he had loved. “I thought you a better man than this, Robert. I thought we had made a nobler king. Robert’s face was purple. “Out,” he croaked, choking on his rage. “Out, damn you, I’m done with you. What are you waiting for? Go, run back to Winterfell. And make certain I never look on your face again, or I swear, I’ll have your head on a spike!'
I am not gonna lie. This scene here sounds like a break up.
'And when you have it, what then? Some secrets are safer kept hidden. Some secrets are too dangerous to share, even with those you love and trust. Ned slid the dagger that Catelyn had brought him out of the sheath on his belt. The Imp’s knife. Why would the dwarf want Bran dead? To silence him, surely. Another secret, or only a different strand of the same web?'
The first lines are very interesting. It sounds as if Ned has is own little secret that is too dangerous to share that should be kept a secret even from those you love and trust, And right after that he immediately thinks of Catelyn. Ned, what secret are you keeping from her?
'The first and last,” said Ned. “I’ve had my fill.” “When do you mean to return to Winterfell, my lord?” “As soon as I can. What concern is that of yours?”
So let me get this straight. You tell Vayon Poole to not speak of your plan to leave by ship to anyone because the castle is full of eyes and ears, but then you proceed to announce your plan to a man you said wasn’t trustworthy? I-i..
Never change, Ned. Never change.
Next chapter we are with the daughter of rivers and mother of wolves: Catelyn.
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Hello, can I request Spencer Dutton where he is infatuated with the reader and when she falls into a depression episode he does every thing to help her? Please!
Okay I have never written a depressed reader so I really hope I did this correctly ❤️🤗
For Better or Worse
Spencer didn’t think he would ever fall in love after the war he had faced. He felt broken and now had to deal with ptsd yet somehow whenever he was around Y/n he felt completely better. She was the daughter of a wealthy man who despised ranchers but she made him better. Sitting on a horse wearing a light brown hat on my head I clutched the reins in my hands not feeling like myself lately. I was just sitting on my horse in the stables as footsteps came around the corner where I saw Spencer Dutton coming in. He set his gun against the wall walking up to me scanning over my form seeing that I didn’t smile at him like I usually would. “Hey Y/n, are you feeling alright?” Our whatever kind of relationship was in secret so we knew each other quite well. “I’m fine, Spencer. I just am not motivated like I normally am. How was your hunt my daddy says you’re a great hunter?”
“Don’t lie to me, darlin’. Because I’ll know if you are Y/n. Now please tell me what has you not acting like you’re self.” He strides up offering me his hand to help me off the horse before I fling myself into his arms starting to sob into his chest. Everything in my life felt like it was going against me. My father wished to marry me off to a stubborn fool, he told me I couldn’t spend anymore time with Spencer so tonight was our last night together. “I don’t see a reason to fight for what I want anymore Spence. My father is taking everything I care about away…I just keep feeling depressed and it doesn’t get any better!” He pulled away from the hug still holding me in his arms seeing me heavily sobbing in front of the cowboy/hunter. He hated to see me like this but he’s never seen you in such a bad depression episode like this before.
Spencer pulls me back in for a hug where I gripped his shoulders sniffing through tears onto the fabric of his shirt until he broke it tugging me out of the barn and up into my room that was above the stables. He closes the door gently behind him tugging me to lay on the bed with him where he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Listen to me honey the next time you feel like this come to me. No matter even if it’s just a little feeling I’ll be here.” Weakly smiling towards him I leaned forward kissing him softly. He leans into the kiss running his fingers through my hair making me smile. “Thanks Spencer. I just don’t want to lose you. You’re the one I want.” He nodded reaching into his pocket revealing a tiny ring before my eyes making me gasp. “It wasn’t easy but I finally got your father to accept that I love you. So will you marry me?” Grinning ear to ear from this day on Spencer would always pull me out of moments like this. And it happened the second I cheered yes to the Dutton.
Comments really appreciated ❤️
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HICCANNA MONTH
WEEK 1, DAY 1 - TAYLOR SWIFT
I'D LIE
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I don't think that passenger's seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
He'll never fall in love, he swears,
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke, I fake a smile
But I know all his favorite songs
And I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie
He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know that I've had him memorized for so long?
He sees everything in black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine
I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
I'd lie
He stands there, then walks away
My God, if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you
He'd never tell you, but he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up
Is "My God, he's beautiful"
So I put on my make-up
And pray for a miracle
Yes, I could tell you
His favorite color's green
He loves to argue
Oh, and he kills me
His sister's beautiful
He has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him
If you ask me if I love him
I'd lie
***
Anna has been best friends with twins Hiccup and Rapunzel for as long as she can remember. When their no-nonsense kindergarten teacher forced the inseparable siblings to make friends besides each other, the off-kilter redhead eating glitter glue in the corner of the room was the one they made a beeline for.
Now, the three of them do everything together. DnD campaigns. Video game nights. Getting themselves sick off candy and junk food when their parents travel out of town and leave them with meal funds they're told to "spend wisely". Hanging out with Hiccup and Rapunzel's spirited shelter dog Toothless, so enormous, gangly, and overzealous that many of the other kids at school are scared of him.
Not Anna, though. She makes it no secret she would die for Toothless and every single one of his lopsided teeth, and to hell with anyone who doesn't love him like he deserves.
Going into their junior year of high school, their friendship is so solid that it's almost unthinkable to imagine it as anything else. Might throw the universe out of whack, even.
Which is why Anna is keeping a potentially world-shattering secret tucked away where no one will ever find it: A name in a heart-shaped box under her bed.
*
"I am never falling in love," Hiccup tells her dejectedly one morning in Weights class. As he trains with the smallest barbels available, his gaze flits to where Astrid Hofferson is pumping iron across the room.
Anna snickers. "Little late for that," she teases.
"No." Hiccup scoffs. "I was only crushing on her. I got out of that situation before it was too late. I'm fine now."
Ah. Still taking the rugby captain's rejection hard, Anna sees. When Hiccup finally gathered the courage to ask Astrid to Homecoming the previous month, she'd told him she preferred dates with a little more meat on their bones.
Hiccup's attempts to make that happen were not going well.
"I'm only trying to show her what she missed out on," he says snidely. "To hell with dating, honestly. Too much drama. And love? Good gods, as if I need that kind of emotional rollercoaster in my life."
"I don't know. Could be fun."
Anna puts down her barbel. Despite not being quite ready, she graduates to the next one.
Maybe if she speed-runs the curriculum for this class, she'll be lifting the same weights as Astrid in a couple months.
"Sure, until they get tired of you." Hiccup sighs. "Then oh boy! It's time to spiral, and not get any scholarships because you were too busy moping about getting dumped to apply!"
Anna forces a chuckle. He's not always the comedic genius he thinks he is, but far be it from her to ever let him know that.
A whistle blows. With some relief, Anna starts to pack up.
"Hey, you never told me how Spiderman 4 was," she says. She didn't make it to the movie with Hiccup and Punz--too much damn trigonometry homework--but she hoped they'd had a good time.
"Oh, it was great!" Hiccup brightens up immediately. "I have to show it to you. You said you don't care about spoilers, right? Because there's this Mysterio and Kingpin teamup that's fucking awesome, and this really shady new mentor figure shows up and tries to bribe Peter with an Uncle Ben clone, and--"
Hiccup has really pretty eyes.
A deep, rich fir tree green around the rims, and a more gleaming, vibrant ferny color in a blot around the pupil. Like sunshine glowing through summer leaves. Unreasonably gorgeous, really.
"Uh...earth to Anna?"
She blinks several times, shaking off embarrassment. "Right! Sorry."
"You good? You were staring off into the void for a while."
At least he didn't notice what exactly I was staring at.
"Yeah, yeah." She sighs. "Just tired. Insomnia, my old foe, our battle never ends!"
Hiccup is, fortunately, none the wiser. But trouble strikes again after school.
Hiccup can't make it to their weekly Friday night Bad Movie Marathon. That in itself is understandable enough--he has an AP Bio exam on Monday, and like hell he's going to screw up his GPA. But when she and Rapunzel drop Hiccup off on the way to her place, Anna apparently looked after him a little too long.
"So." Rapunzel gets a smug look on her face that Anna does not like.
They've been going home from school together since elementary. Their houses are a couple blocks apart--a 10-minute walk, at most.
Nonetheless, Anna gets the distinct feeling this otherwise ordinary stroll is going to feel very long. And very unpleasant.
"When were you planning on telling me you're in love with my brother?"
"What?" Anna snorts as loudly and dismissively as she possibly can. "Punz, that's ridiculous. Where even did you get an idea like that?!"
Because it is ridiculous! ...right?
Maybe if she says it with enough conviction, she can will it into reality.
Rapunzel laughs airily, shaking her head. "It's all over your face, Ans!"
Anna just scoffs. "The only thing that's all over my face is acne and concealer. I mean yeah, you and Hiccup are my best friends, but I don't love him like that. That would be weird."
It very definitely would be. Hiccup's own sister was sure to think that more than anyone.
Would it complicate their friendship if Rapunzel became her sister in law? If Rapunzel ever had kids, would Anna be an honorary aunt, or...and actual by-marriage aunt?!
It's all very strange to think about. Anna aggressively banishes the notions to her head's most isolated corners.
"Okay, then." Rapunzel turns, crossing her arms and blocking Anna's path. Her smug grin deepens.
Anna's chest fills with dread.
"What's his favorite color?"
"Dark green." Anna answers without even thinking.
"Favorite food?"
"Crabcakes."
"Favorite animal?"
"Oh, easy. Crocodile skinks."
"Planned college major?"
"Torn between engineering and herpetology. He likes herpetology more, but engineering jobs are more in demand right now."
"Favorite DnD class to play?"
"Druid."
"Dream hiking spot?"
"Amazon rainforest."
"Dream car?"
"He thinks cars are dumb and every city should install high-speed rail immediately. But if held at gunpoint, he'd want an electric one--preferably one that doesn't randomly catch on fire like your average Tesla."
"Scented candle of choice?"
"Something piney, or kind of a subtle earthy or berry scent. Also sandalwood."
"Instrument of choice?"
"He's not crazy about any of them, but...you two took guitar lessons for a while when you were little. If pressed, he can play a bit. But he doesn't like it because he's got sensory issues with the finger callouses and he feels kind of self-conscious about using a pick."
"Favorite band?"
"Probably Linkin Park, but he'd never openly admit to being that much of an edgelord."
"Birthday?"
"Leap year, but he celebrates on the 28th. He's technically only 4 years old."
"Perfect." Rapunzel is now looking like a cat that devoured no less than 10 canaries, and Anna does not like it one bit. "Now! Do all of those for me, your other totally platonic best friend."
Oh shit.
Rapunzel clearly revels in the panic that flashes across Anna's face. Nonetheless, Anna takes a breath and does as asked.
"Your favorite color's lavender. Your favorite foods are hazelnut soup and cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. Your favorite animals are chameleons, but you have a soft spot for horses, too. Your planned college major is communications, but what you really wish you could do is art history. Your favorite DnD class is cleric. Your dream hiking spot is the Black Forest in Germany. Your dream car is a hybrid--you don't care what type as long as you can get a cute pink or purple paint job. Your scented candle of choice is something flowery but subtle, like...magnolia with a tinge of lilac or something. Your instrument of choice is also guitar, except you don't care about the callous thing. Your favorite band is Walk the Moon. Your birthday is--hey, that's a trick question! You're twins--you have the same birthday!"
Rapunzel snickers, and Anna glares at her. "What are you laughing about? I answered all the stuff you wanted me to!"
"Yeah, but...you hesitated."
Anna hopes to every god that might exist that the blood isn't rushing to her face. "What are you talking about?"
"You answers for Hiccup were a lot faster. Completely instinctual, almost. You took a liiiiittle longer to remember all the same stuff about me."
"So what?" Anna bristles. "That doesn't mean anything!"
"I think it does," Rapunzel sings. She giggles and twirls like a silly anime schoolgirl, relishing the victory Anna has no intention of actually giving her.
Anna puts on her sourest pout. "You're nuts, Punzel. Like I'd ever be in love with your dorky brother."
God. Anna feels a pit in her stomach, glancing back and forth between the Haddock household and her aggravatingly self-satisfied friend.
I'm such a fucking liar.
***
YO, HAPPY FIRST DAY OF HICCANNA MONTH YALL
So I actually almost decided to forego TSwift day because I have pretty much maxed out making posts for all the Taylor songs I think are the most Hiccanna-coded, BUT!!! Then I realized I almost forgot I'd Lie, the OG Hiccanna TSwift bop that practically describes Hiccup to a T!!! So naturally I had to make a Thing about it. And, of course, I had to make the moodboard green-themed, since, well...his favorite color's green 💚
Even if that's not actually Hiccup's favorite color, it might as well be, for how much it's worked into his character color motifs and such aksjhdksufhuyh
I usually have Toothless as a cat in modern AUs (or maybe a pet lizard, if I'm feeling especially adventurous) because I just generally don't think he's that dog-coded, BUT! When I found a pic of a ginger cuddling an absolute dog!Toothless if I ever did see one, what was I supposed to do??? Like this dog looks like a lanky little ink gremlin, I wanna be his best friend, too :O Also, the girl with periwinkle nails holding his paw off to the side is Rapunzel, of course!
Speaking of which! It's funny, I've always seen Rapunzel and Hiccup as having a sibling-like relationship (they are just so Dipper and Mabel coded fr), but I've never actually tried writing them as siblings. BUT THEN with the "his sister's beautiful" bit...I needed a sister for Hiccup anyways, so I took a stab at writing him and Punz as twins! Ironically I'm not usually a big of the "falling for your best friend's brother" trope (mainly because if I had any siblings, I would feel like...SUPER weird about them macking on my friends with tongue lmao). But with Punz and Hiccup, I feel like they'd have a pretty close and good relationship, even among some typical sibling squabbles, and would be equally close with Anna. So Rapunzel wouldn't be that put off by Anna being into her brother. In fact, she'd be a little shit about it, I think >:D
Putting that chocolate in the moodboard was a mistake. Now I'm hungry for sugary foods, and my mom's already started giving me enough of a hard time about getting fat XD Luckily I'm poor, so I don't have much extraneous cash to spend on the kind of junk food I write about my blorbos eating!
Although I still smell A Little Treat incoming the next time I go to the grocery store, RIP
Pic credits available upon request!
#hiccanna#hiccannamonth#hiccannamonth23#hiccannamonth2023#moodboard#aesthetic#hiccup x anna#anna x hiccup#hiccup#anna#rapunzel#hiccup haddock#princess anna#hiccupxanna#annaxhiccup#rotbtd#rotbtfd#modern au#high school au#httyd#frozen#crossover
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September 17 2023
My last living grandparent passed away today. The day Billie Joe Armstrong’s dad passed away as well. It just occurred to me while writing this entry that this is the case. But that is not what I want to talk about.
Let’s have a disclaimer here: I will NOT be limiting my words for this one. I will just type/say what I need to say. It will turn as long or as short as it needs to be. Because today I want to talk about the conflicting feelings, I have about my grandmother not being with us anymore.
We were close when I was younger. Yet when she was diagnosed with dementia I must admit I tapped out. It didn’t help that she was one of the few not knowing about my new name or identity since my mother made me keep it a secret since “my grandmother just wouldn’t understand at her age and with dementia and all that”.
The few times I then visited my grandmother I was constantly waiting to be misgendered, hearing my deadname and getting talked to and about like I was still the little girl, my grandmother knew. The best days where those she didn’t mentioned my name at all. Or acknowledge my presence, really. So why even be there if I felt it better that I wasn’t? It is a horrible way of thinking about it, but this is the truth. I didn’t want to be there even if she was still the happy and amazing self she had always was if only a bit more confused and stuck in the past. I didn’t want to be reminded that I could never be honest with her and that she would never get to know me.
All this has culminated in my feelings at her passing being a tumbled mess.
I am sad to know that a person I loved and cherished is no longer with us.
At the same time, I am happy that she got her peace. She hasn’t had it easy the last few years. I have been told recently that she was fading away and couldn’t stay away for more than a few hours at the time up to her passing.
I feel shameful for not doing more for her and for not being a better grandchild.
And yet I also feel relieved not to keep up this façade anymore and that now everybody in my family still alive knows who I am and the journey I’m about to embark on.
I feel sad that I didn’t get to show her my authentic self although I understand that this might not have done anything good either way. New information is near impossible to take in when you have dementia so me trying had a possibility to just hurting both me and my grandmother more in the process.
But because I didn’t tell her I feel selfish, and I feel selfish for now feeling a burden is off my shoulder, and I feel selfish for not feeling more sadness outside of myself and my stupid gender identity.
I am wearing all black today. I have been making an Instagram story dressing up to Welcome to the Black Parade. I will probably blast Wake Me Up When September Ends after writing this. This are all ways I feel like grieving. Yet I also feel horrible for doing this because this is all things connected to me and not to my grandmother. My grandmother had no clue who either My Chemical Romance or Green Day were. Would she even care if I had told her this was what I was going to do? Shouldn’t I instead look back on old photos and smile and cry and remember all the great times we had together? Making the day about her instead of me?
And yet when I look back at old pictures, I see the lie. I see the girl my grandmother thought I was up to the very end.
Life is not black and white. It is shades of grey. While today I wear black and try to keep my thoughts about my grandmother as white as I can, I know this isn’t the case for life or for my feelings themselves. Every bright memory has a shadow side.
Yes, I am sad to say goodbye to her. But I am also relieved that she is gone. In all this emotional mess, I mostly just feel numb.
#transgender#transmasc#nonbinary#gender identity#deadname#misgendering#passing of loved one#entry#findingmicah
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IDOL (アイドル) - yoasobi
perfect smile breakin’ news up in the media
she’s gotta secret, wanna know it, she’s mysterious
all of her no flaws really show up in her area
“well, she’s our perfect little liar, isn’t she?”
“you’re so perfect, aren’t you miss IDOL?”
(“you’re my savior, you’re my saving grace”)
“what do you like to eat? ‘n what do you like to read?”
“do you ever have fun? what places would you like to see?”
i don’t eat anything, i won’t share anything
no matter what you ask, i’ll lie with a blink
she’s so, so calm, yet still so, so cool-
her barely transparent secrets are as sweet as a jewel
oh, here there’s no-nothing,
yes, here’s there’s no-nothing
“come on, who’s your type? who’s your guy? won’t you tell me today!?”
there’s nobody that i have ever loved,
i don’t know the first thing about it at all
they don’t even know if i’m lying or not
so i bet i can get them to fall for it again, i’ll make them all believe me now!
you’ve enchanted everyone with your smile
you really are the most perfectest of IDOLS
and so we won’t see you forevermore
you’re our reincarnation of the brightest star
ah, with your beautiful smile, and those captivating words
well, now everyone’s so enchanted by you afterwards
so because of my eyes, and all of my lies
(a)i will give you the perfect love!
“yeah, yeah, she really is the specialest
we’re just extras compared to her, don’t you know this?
we’re lower class, just a supporting role for our star
none of this at all is ‘thanks to her’”
“she’s so pretentious,
no way she’s never been jealous or envious
this isn’t a joke, i could never even try to forgive you for this
you’re not perfect, i could never forgive you for this
i could never forgive myself
i’ll ignore everyone who’s not stronger than anyone else!”
everyone believes and worships your smile
you really are the strongest of idols
not a single weakness, yes you’re so sharp
you’re holding our brightest star
“don’t show off your weak heart, it’s a mistake
don’t show off a heart that you couldn’t take”
even if it’s one of a kind, i won’t, no-no
(a)i must make sure i’m a real star
with my smile, i’m breakin’ news up in the media
with a secret that i keep hidden from
“i love you” is the lie my entire career is built on
this is just a different style of love i have found!
you’re always so beautiful, aren’t you, aqua?
‘n ruby, i’ll keep you hidden behind my eyes, but…
i sing, i dance, i spin, i am the maria
yes, my lies are the best love in the world!
nobody has ever loved me before,
and i have never loved anyone before
yet every day, i wake up, hoping that my lies will finally become true
“i believe it too”
someday, i’ll have everything i desire
i guess i really am the greediest of IDOLS
but all i want is to love everyone
that’s all that i ever want
i know, i’m still lying today
but i’m waiting for the day
that these words will finally become true
and yet, still, i know i lack the ability to say it to you
finally, i can say it, and this definitely isn’t a lie;
i love you.
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