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chitownwolf · 1 year

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Friendships & Found Family w/126

I may be alone in this thoughts, but I always found the reactions of the 126 weird when Tim died. I can understand losing a teammate, but what I always found weird, even now, was just how devastated everyone was.

We saw the 126 completely devastated that Tim was killed on duty, but the way they were acting was a little strange to me. We have never seen anyone, sans Nancy interact with Tim besides on a call. The only time we saw was them speaking to him was before he died. Then when he passed, we saw how everyone was feeling, and while it is fair, they were acting like an old friend, a beloved teammate passed away when it seems like they were mere acquaintances.

Nancy was the one who told the team that he had a cat, where he was from, that he had family out of state. They (and we) did not know any of this. The firefighters of the 126 never made an effort to get to know the paramedic team until after Tim died.

I wonder if they ever made an effort to include the paramedic team when Michelle was captain. Would they have ever interacted with Nancy outside of the team if Carlos had not said anything to TK about how they are treating Nancy?

Tim passed 2x02, and TK became a paramedic in 2x06 and talked to Carlos about Nancy in 2x07. This means that there were 5 episodes where the team could have included Nancy and honored Tim, but they didn't. It wasn't until Carlos pointed out the unfair treatment to Nancy (and previously Tim) is when they had a change of heart.

I'm sitting here wondering how long it would have been before any of the firefighters of the 126 would have interacted with Nancy if TK hadn't joined the medical side. Would have been even longer if Carlos had never said anything?

I know it's just the pacing of the show, but many times, members of the 126 says that they are each other best friend, but we don't see that on screen that often.

I normally don't like to compare OG with LS, but we have seen how Chim and Hen are best friends, straight from the get-go, we've seen how close they are. And it may be because they are from different parts of the country, but it's four seasons in and we still don't see this. An example is Paul and Marjan, they are best friends and I believe they are because we have seen it on screen.

When Marjan was saying goodbye to everyone when she left to 'find herself' (I hate using that phrase ever since A**y from OG), I understood why Paul and Mateo were sad, we've seen how Marjan is their best friend, but we don't see Nancy and Marjan interact (besides lounging at the station) all that often so I was confused when Nancy was just as sad as Paul and Mateo.

This is a constant (small but still) problems with LS. As much as I love watching it, I sometimes can't overlook the continuity errors when it comes to friendships. We've seen time and time again in OG how important friendships and found family is in their line of work, but we don't see that in LS. Sure we see them hang out after work and at gatherings like game night at the Tarloft, but it's not really cementing that they are a found family, that they are friends outside of work. Sure they banter and poke fun at each other, but to an outsider, it looks nothing more than work friends. I know the scenes at the Tarloft and at Owen's house are supposed to show us that they are a family in and out of work, but it doesn't seem to work most of the time. Another example is Nancy and Mateo. We know they are an established couple, but the writers aren't doing anything to show they are a couple. If it wasn't shown, when they got together, I never would have guessed they were a couple. And even now, they don't seem compatible.

TL-DR: The 126 says that they are all part of the same family, but despite what we have seen on screen, it doesn't seem that way. Some of the reactions that the 126 had when Tim passed didn't make sense to me. ______________________

THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK This was not meant to bash any one character or another, this is merely my opinion on what I have seen on LS. If you or someone else sees it differently then that's completely fine. This is just what I think when thinking objectively about Friends and Found Family from 9-1-1 Lone Star compared to 9-1-1 OG.

#911 lone star #lone star #lone star season 4 #lone star season 3 #tk strand #carlos reyes #nancy gillian #mateo chavez #paul strickland #judd ryder #tarloft #tarlos

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theangryjikooker · 2 years

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The hiatus has revealed BTS true colors. TK aren't dating. Jikook aren't dating & none of the members respect JM. Not a single one said a word about his OST not even Hobi. Tae said he heard it & so did Hobi but didn't promote it. None of them interact with JM on IG but Hobi & I think its cause JM doesn't put up with their shit. JM won't make it solo tho. He doesn't like to write & says he'd rather sleep. He won't be out there like Taekook unless he makes an effort but I don't think he wants too.

This ask has anti vibes and cattiness written all over it, but it does point out some things worth addressing, despite the fact that it was conveyed in this ugly manner.

I think what's most surprising about the "hiatus" (technicalities, but they're not—the whole idea is that their group activities are spread far apart so that they focus on individual interests) is that anyone thought they didn't live their lives independently of each other. What's happening now doesn't surprise me at all.

Never thought any of them were dating so it's kind of a moot point. But for others who've believed something to that effect, does this suggest none of them are dating? Anyone can make that argument, but it's an argument that could've been made before their break. There's nothing to prove one way or another because nothing has been proven in the way of their relationships. You're speculating just as much as people who think they're dating. I don’t know how many times I have to say this but literally everyone in this fandom is speculating, myself included. Are you them? No? Then you don’t have the answers.

If you think support is proven and meaningful only when they comment on each other's IGs, I'm sorry for the kinds of relationships you have in your life. It must be unfulfilling that everything has to be witnessed by someone else in order to exist or feel genuine. So vapid.

Finally, the big one. Park Jimin. We already know that he's been meeting up with producers to compile the beginnings of his album and yes, for a while, he had slept most of his days away, which he’s admitted to regretting (Jin, too, with his gaming). It was highly probable that he was experiencing some degree of depression. Persistent lethargy and aimlessness are often huge indicators. I'm not his doctor so I can't say that was the case for him, but I wouldn't be surprised. Beyond that, however, Jimin has always been open about how he struggles with what the other members find easy.

The fact is that he’s capable. He can produce really great songs, but it might take him a lot longer; he may not be tall enough for the fashion runway, but he still has an interesting face and can manipulate his body that works well for fashion editorials; and he can certainly dance to impress. What’s more is that when he did have a more prominent social media presence, we got to learn about him through that, and if he was pulling out all the stops like he used to back in the day, I don’t think he would have anything to worry about.

Of all the members, I’d say that his name is still the most synchronized with BTS. All the other members have already dug their fingers in various areas beyond BTS that it can be easy to view them in external roles and interests.

Jin and Taehyung were always notable for their appearances and forays into the acting world, and not to mention the ease with which they befriend others; Namjoon has a long history of songwriting/producing and is consistent in that area, but he also has the ability to connect with the world outside of Korea because of his English-speaking skills (it’s superficial and stupid, but that’s just how the cookie crumbles); Yoongi is the same as Namjoon with songwriting/producing, but his intense ambition and musical talent gives him an extreme leg up; Hoseok already had a solo album and collab released, and his sound and inherent popularity in places like Chicago or Brazil have given him an edge into pursuing and being known for his solo work (on top of his bright and open personality, which makes him easily likable and relatable); and Jungkook—he has phenomenal range and is visible in his pursuits, but he’s also just a natural all-rounder and the world has unanimously clung to him.

ARMYs know what Jimin’s strengths are, but the world doesn’t know what those are. Realistically, he should have a stronger social media presence if he wants to be known outside of BTS, as an individual, to combat the way he often stays mum on what he’s doing behind-the-scenes. That’s not to say this is somehow his fault because it’s not, but this industry and its fans are extremely voyeuristic and unforgiving when it comes to measuring what “success” looks like. When you combine this with his imposter syndrome and propensity to compare his abilities to the other members, you get someone who looks like he’s been left to the wayside.

I think people doubt him so often because he doesn’t let himself be “seen.” And for what it’s worth, he might not care for any of this. If his goal is to simply produce an album that he’s happy with, then props to him. I will support him in any of his endeavors, and I can guarantee that whatever he chooses to do or not to do, he has his members’ support and vice versa.

#TAJ asks #antis can gtfo #park jimin #jimin #bts

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tarlos-spain · 2 years

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Sicktember Day 4

This story is going to be a bit longer because there is a lot to tell. I already warn you that there will be a lot of angst and sick/hurt Carlos… probably also TK. I hope you like it

Title: Time in range

Paring: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand

Prompt: Can you brave for me?

Summary:

He awoke sometime in the early evening, still hugging TK and still with his boyfriend there looking at him as he hugged him. He had put something on the TV, softly, but wasn't paying too much attention to it because he was more busy staring at him.

"You were fast asleep," TK whispered to him and leaned in for a kiss. "Something tells me you needed to sleep."

"I hadn't realized how exhausted I was."

He lied, it had been a while since Carlos had noticed he wasn't feeling well, days or even weeks that he felt more tired than usual, sometimes his legs and hands would shake, but it passed quickly. Sometimes he felt dizzy, but he was convinced that it was because he was tired, because of the hours without sleep or because he had to be at work and at the hospital every day to be with TK.

Chapter 01

Carlos could mark that day on the calendar. As soon as they entered the house, he wrapped both hands around TK's neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I can't believe it."

TK turned around, smiling, he knew what he was talking about. But he asked anyway. "Why do you say that?"

"No more revisions for you for another four months. Really..." For a moment Carlos felt himself getting dizzy and rested his forehead on TK's shoulder. "It's been the worst weeks of my life."

TK tugged at him, it seemed almost strange that his boyfriend had the strength to carry him back and forth, but he let him do it, because for a long time he had imagined TK breaking in his arms. Now, TK was himself again.

He carried him over to the couch and made him sit down, to settle in beside him while Carlos continued talking.

"Every day, ever since I saw you in that hospital bed and noticed you fading away...every day I thought I was losing you." TK stroked her cheek and ran his hand up to her hair. "Then you woke up, it seemed all done, but they said your brain could...you know because of the cold and your heart..."

"Hush hush. I'm here, okay? Don't think about that now."

Carlos nodded and rested his head on TK's chest. He sighed as TK wrapped both arms around his body and kissed the top of his head. Everything was okay... everything was at last. There were no schedules, no doctor's appointments, and the cell phone would let them know when it was time for him to take his medication.

The rest was a free and quiet afternoon. He closed his eyes and allowed for the first time in a long time his body to relax and he allowed himself to sleep, though fear of being woken up by the hospital machines was still there in case something else happened to TK.

"You were fast asleep," TK whispered to him and leaned in for a kiss. "Something tells me you needed to sleep."

"I hadn't realized how exhausted I was."

He hadn't told anyone, because he didn't want to worry them, not when TK's health was in continuous danger, after all it was nothing serious, he was sure that when things got better, his own condition would improve.

Now, however, he realized, that this was not the case.

"How long was I sleep?" he asked, thinking he had slept a scant twenty minutes.

"Almost five hours."

"What?"

He sat up, but doing so felt weak, very weak, and he dropped back onto TK, who caught him in his arms. "Babe. Are you okay?"

"Yeah... I think... I don't know, my head hurts... a lot but it must be from sleeping too much or in a bad position."

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#sicktember #Tarlos #Sick Carlos #Hurt Carlos #Sick TK #During season 3 #Hospital #protective TK #diabetes #angst

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terrifickid · 2 months

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ya well I'm still fine.

Dunno, I just find it wierd timing on all these things and this strange universal jujutsu lock.

To me, it feels like the john connor scenario - where it doesn't matter what he choses he still defeats the terminators because it's fate.

Even when he tries not to defeat them because of foreknowledge of the future that he will, he would wind up subjectively realizing he must make each choice in the series of choices that lead that result - with the consequences being QUITE unexpected.

I don't feel like my thoughts are under control - but I do feel like - well for instance - premonitions - the premonitions came true - exactly, I've never had a premonition that didn't - I have feelings about things that don't exactly pan out and etc. but premonition experiences are few and far between - but distinct.

Having those changes my thinking.

Where do the premonitions come from?

Someone says, 'meet you at 8' - it becomes a part of your thinking about the day.

Ya trusting the premonitions or working with them directly repercussed into completely saving me from really serious problems. It's undeniable.

Think about trying to pushing magnets together - you try it as a kid over and over and you can't do it.

No it leaves me here. Writing a blog, with the unexpected occurring manifesting as the actual realities of my life and determining my relationships and practicing mindfullness mostly. Recognizing the shifting of chemical states of consciousness from various activities and that most are addictive and finding the one I'm preferring is like is the centered state. Reminds of of quitting Diary Queen.

I definitely could be worried. I definitely CAN be worried there is a werewolf right behind me about to bite. I can decide to look to check 'just in case' but the same feeling of, why worry about that? Some risks I just have to accept.

I'm not left with a choice to worry or not worry. It's like a lock - you can't move your foot there. I'm not left with the potential to believe here is a conspiracy. Nor am I left with the potential to believe anything about it. It's like falling, but on the inside.

I'm left with this odd and vague perception of 'something' is going on. I perceive people as tantrum throwing automatons incapable of connecting or listening or interacting with the outside world around them.

I'm left with all these biting realizations to chew through, coming to the conclusion that they're just paranoia and delusions. And then back to the present moment - and a very strange sense of peace and feeling comfortable with how things are going and where everything is placed and how I'm dressed and how I've changed.

I might resent it, if everything happening wasn't by my own choice. I made each of these decisions for the reasons I felt were good and no matter how hard I try to pick them apart I can't find faults with them - principally. Though I continue to learn from them.

And then here I am happier than ever.

So I can't resent it.

I'm like, 'ya but thats so dual man'.

Which is also wierd. Maybe the weirdest is that I really enjoy these disasters and it's like - ya this is where I want to be. I don't know why I would feel that way. Like feeling better after you have a difficult resolving conversation with someone.

I don't know - I was inclined to believe something miraculous was occuring, then inclined to believe I was going insane. Then inclined to believe both were occurring simultaneously.

Now I feel inclined to believe my consciousness is expanding. Or that this is what dying feels like.

Like the road of expectations. neither fears no desires occur.

Gonna get some lunch of pick up some stuff.

That's the other thing. NOBODY will deal with it. It's always just 'shut up tk, stupid kid'.

And a sense of the vileness of humans. It's such a dark indignity - looking at it I just wilt on the inside in despair of the depravity and no longer want to exist.

Well, I really have had to critically consider shit. And what's also undeniable is how much better I feel after declaring war and taking a militant posture towards these fucking barky creeps without an appointment.

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darkjanet2 · 2 years

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Drusilla’s Soul- Ch. 25

Kari was riding Nefertimon on her back, flying through the air as they ran through a clearing sky. Kari was anxious when she received a text from TK, saying Angelus wanted to meet him and his brother alone. So why did they have to do this alone? They didn't stand a chance against him. He could probably destroy them in minutes.

When they made it to the other side of the clearing, Nefertimon landed gracefully while Kari took off at full speed, trying to catch up to Matt and TK. When they reached an airport dock, they saw ambulances and police cars, setting up the crime scene tape. Kari tried to get close enough to see what was going on, but they were already surrounded by police, making it difficult for her to hear anything. She had to be patient and let the police handle things on their own.

"Kari!" Tai shouted from distance, running towards her. "Kari! There you are!" She turned, walking towards him, and while Nefertimon reverted back to Gatomon, away from the crime scene.

"What happened?" Sora asked quietly.

"I don't know, I haven't gotten the chance to talk to anyone yet," said Kari. Tai frowned; he was used to being the one asking questions.

Sora nodded, frowning, but said nothing. The detective approached them with a stern look on his face, looking at each of them individually. "Excuse me, are you friends of Matt and TK?" he asked. He looked about his late 40s. He had a brown trenchcoat, grey pants, black shoes, and white shirt with black tie. He had black hair, brown eyes, and his face was shaven clean.

"Yes, that's right," said Tai.

"And where are your parents?" he asked.

"They're busy at work," said Kari, "so we volunteered to look after our friends." It was true enough, though she wasn't sure if they would be able to keep up the lie much longer. The detective looked at them skeptically, then sighed. He showed them a badge.

"Well, I'm Detective Tsukino Yu, and I'll ask you guys questions here," he said, taking a note out of his trenchcoat pocket.

"Okay," said Tai, nodding his head.

"You're all friends with Matt, correct?" the detective asked again.

"That's right, and we're also friends with Matt's brother,TK," confirmed Sora.

The detective raised a hand to his chin and nodded thoughtfully. "Are you guys in school together?" he finally asked.

"Yeah, we've known each other since elementary school," Sora answered.

"Did something happen? Please tell me Matt and TK are okay," begged Kari.

Detective Tsukino sighed before speaking, "Well, I'm afraid they didn't make it," he replied gravely. "Their bodies were found that night by a group of people. They had puncture wounds on their necks, draining blood."

"Oh, my God," whispered Kari, putting a hand to her mouth. She could barely believe her ears. How could something so horrible happen just like that? Matt and TK couldn't be dead!

"That can't be true! We have those text messages from them earlier today!" protested Tai, eyes widening with anger. "They said they met Angelus at the dock, and that's where they went when they got into trouble," said Taichi, shaking his head. He hated how things like this always happened to his best friends. If only he could stop Angelus from killing them…

Detective Tsukino sighed heavily and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but your friends’ deaths are still fresh," he said. "We're doing everything possible to locate their bodies. I'll let their parents know so they can notify yours. Is there anyone else who can corroborate what you say?"

"What about that old man Whistler? Is he dead?" asked Sora.

"No, he's barely alive. He was pretty beaten up, lying down unconscious when we arrived. They managed to put him in a stretcher before carrying him away," said Tsukino.

"Oh, no," breathed Sora. That was the last person to be seen with Matt and TK. Kari wondered what was happening now.

Kari saw the body bags approaching, and her heart sank even further. They were definitely going to take the body bags inside. This was not fair. Matt and TK weren't supposed to die. Not after everything they had gone through to achieve their goals. Kari watched as the men removed the bags from their bodies, placing them aside as they moved away.

Her eyes swelled in tears, which she stubbornly refused to let fall. She needed to stay strong for Matt and TK's sake. She'd promised to protect them, and she couldn't break that promise! The next thing she knew, Sora was pulling her in a tight hug.

"Shh, it's going to be okay…" said Sora, quietly.

"It's not fair…" muttered Kari.

"I know...but you need to stay strong," said Sora. "Remember what Matt told us?"

"…' Don't let yourself grieve'…" mumbled Kari, sniffling as she pulled away from Sora.

Sora smiled softly. "He's right. You two will get through this because Matt and TK love you too much to die, I'm sure of it."

"Thanks, Sora," said Kari. She wiped her nose with her sleeve and gave Sora one final squeeze before returning her attention to the crime scene.

The investigators cleared up the crime scene, then the ambulance took away the body-bagged corpses to where the police could identify them. Once the area was clear, Kari started crying openly as she watched the police cart the bodies away in the ambulance. She buried her face in Tai's jacket, holding onto him tightly. The others joined in on the silent weeping, not wanting to disturb Kari.

Tokyo Wangan Police Station- 1:34 AM

In another building in Tokyo, Tsukino Yu sat at his desk, reading over reports that had been sent to his office from different officers on various investigations across Japan and around the world. His fingers flew over the keys of his keyboard as he scrolled through his screen for more information from any sources he could find.

Tsukino heard knocking on the door to his office. "Come in," he called.

"Detective, we have visitors to come to your office," said his secretary.

"Alright. Send them in," said Tsukino, turning his chair to face his office door.

The parent of Matt and TK walked into his office, they took their seats in front of the detective's desk. Tsukino looked up curiously at them, noting their troubled expressions.

"Mr. and Mrs. Ishida?" he asked, getting their attention once again.

"Actually, my last name is Takaishi. We're divorced," said Nancy.

Tsukino nodded in understanding. "Okay. Well, let's begin with your sons' case," he said.

Nancy inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. Her sons had died, and it was her fault. If only she had never married Malcolm, she could have prevented this from happening. But then she realized how foolish that was; Malcolm would've been the death of her eventually anyway.

"Your sons were involved in a gang war between multiple gangs. One group was led by a leader named Angelus, and the other by a young woman named Darla," explained Tsukino.

Nancy closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. She needed to think rationally about this. Her sons' deaths wouldn't bring them back.

"Angelus targeted the brothers due to their influence in a lot of illegal activities and businesses that involve human trafficking, drug dealing, prostitution, gambling, child prostitution, and other forms of abuse and cruelty. Unfortunately, both Matt and TK were murdered by this man Angelus, and their bodies were found lying down on the docks," Tsukino continued.

Nancy opened her eyes and stared straight ahead at Tsukino, shocked. "How did Angelus kill them?" she asked.

"According to witnesses, Angelus and Darla killed them, leaving punctures on their necks and a message to their friends saying they were going to meet Angelus at the docks at 10:00 PM the previous night with the intention of making sure everyone was ready to witness what they were planning," said Tsukino.

"Why did they meet this guy? Who the hell is Angelus?" asked Malcolm, angrily. He knew very well what kind of man Angelus could be, and that his sons' deaths would hurt the family. It felt like the universe wanted to punish them.

"Unfortunately, we don't know why they met or planned to murder someone, but we do know that Darla and Angelus used Matt and TK to join their cult, but both Matt and TK refused to join, and both were attacked by a gang shortly afterward," said Tsukino.

"What kind of cult?" asked Malcolm, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"A Satanic cult, apparently, it's Order of Aurelius," said Tsukino.

"Order of Aurelius? What the hell does that mean?" grumbled Malcolm.

"According to one of our informants, it basically means Devil's Cult. Apparently, Angelus and Darla have been preaching that it is their duty to destroy mankind by murdering people from all walks of life," answered Tsukino.

Malcolm growled impatiently under his breath, clenching his fists in his lap. He knew those damn idiots weren't going anywhere if it wasn't for them, that was for damn certain. And it was all their fault for not accepting his offer to become Apostles!

"So, you're telling me that these bastards killed our sons so they could force them to join their cult?" asked Malcolm angrily, glaring at Tsukino.

Tsukino sighed. "Yes, Mr. Ishida," he admitted. "But they won't succeed. As soon as the police catch them, they'll have nowhere to hide," he reassured his client, hoping that the detectives caught them quickly.

"Then what do we do?!" snapped Malcolm, standing up a bit from his seat.

"You're going to leave town until they have been caught," informed Tsukino. "Do not worry, I promise that we'll find the men responsible for your sons' deaths," he added reassuringly.

Malcolm shook his head furiously. "I'm not going anywhere!" he yelled. "I'm going to find that bastard Angelus who murdered our boys!"

"Sir, please calm down," begged Tsukino.

"How can I be calm, Detective?! My sons are dead, and nothing is going to change that! The only thing we can do is focus on finding out who's behind the attack on my children! I want justice!" shouted Malcolm.

Nancy placed her hand on his shoulder, calming him down before he got himself worked up.

"Malcolm, please. You need to remain composed to give the police time to find out who has done this to our children. There are many ways for people to get information about people like Angelus. The police may discover the identity of the person responsible sooner than later," pleaded Nancy.

Malcolm clenched his fist in annoyance, but he sighed in defeat. He couldn't argue against his ex-wife. He knew she was right, but it didn't make him happy either.

"Fine," he stated. He gazed at Detective Tsukino with narrowed eyes. "But I want to know what you're doing, Detective. I want to know who's behind this. And make no mistake, when I get my hands on whoever did this, there will be hell to pay," he vowed darkly.

"Very well. So your occupation is news reporter, correct?" asked Tsukino.

"Yes, I worked for Sakara TV Network for 12 years," he answered.

"I see. We'll do our best to find those monsters, Mr. Ishida," said Tsukino. "If anything catches up, just call me immediately."

"Thank you, Detective," he bowed respectfully. "We appreciate it."

THE NEXT MORNING IN MOTOMIYA RESIDENCE 6:30 AM

This Saturday morning, Davis could hardly sleep last night because Matt and TK were dead. He couldn’t believe it had happened so suddenly, but apparently, there was nothing else to do but get up early and prepare for their cremation. He got out of bed and walked into his sister's room to check on her, seeing that she could barely sleep at night because of her crush's death, Matt. Jun had been crying all night, her eyes were covered in tear stains on her nose bridge.

Davis sat next to her and gently held the back of her neck. "Hey, how're you doing?" he whispered softly. She looked at him through a puffy red, red face and sniffled, rubbing her nose.

"Tired," said Jun, softly.

He nodded with a sad smile. "It must be so hard for you to cope with everything today. I know this is hard for both of us. You can go back to sleep if you want," said Davis, rubbing Jun's back as she shook her head vigorously and wiped her tears from her cheeks with her fists.

"No, I won't. If I sleep, I'll never wake up, and then I'll have another nightmare, and I don't want to dream about Matt's death," answered Jun sadly, wiping her eyes with the hem of her shirt sleeve. She sniffled again, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Davis, what am I saying? It's not like we've ever talked about anything like that," She laughed sarcastically and looked away. "We should probably start getting ready now, though."

Davis didn't say anything; he knew that Jun was right. They'd already wasted enough time by just standing around in bed, crying and talking. soon.

Jun stood up and went over to her closet where she began to pick out clothes for herself to wear. As they finished freshening up, they walked to the kitchen where their mother made bacon & egg. They ate their breakfast quietly, avoiding talking. After breakfast, Davis drove them to the cemetery, trying to keep Jun's mind off her worries by keeping her occupied with small talk. They arrived at the graveyard and walked together to the grave of their best friends.

When they reached the gravestone, Davis parked his car in front and turned off the engine. Jun opened her door and stepped out, walking towards the church while he followed his sister. They entered the church and there were people in there already, lining the aisle. Some people wore black clothes with tuxes or suits while others wore dresses or skirts. There were also a lot of flowers surrounding the gravesite, including white carnations, lilies, daisies, and other kinds.

When Kari saw Jun and Davis appear in the church, she came to hug Davis tightly. He hugged her back before pulling away slightly, giving Jun a soft squeeze on the shoulder. They started looking through the crowd until they found TK and Matt's coffins. Both coffins were on display in front of each other. The funeral director explained that there will be a service at 9:00 AM.

Tai walked to them, wearing a black suit without a headband. He was glad they arrived in time.

"Hey, man. Glad you're here," said Tai, patting Davis' back. "Is she okay? Your sister looks terrible."

"Yeah, she could hardly sleep because of Matt's death. She had been crying for hours," said Davis.

"Oh. Let's find an empty bench so we can sit down. This place is packed," Tai gave Daivs a sympathetic look before walking away to sit down. There were Izzy, Cody, Yolei, Ken, Mimi, Sora, and Joe seated on the bench.

"So, how are you feeling, Davis?" asked Cody as Davis plopped himself on the bench across from them.

"I'm okay, I guess. Where's Blade?" he asked.

"He's at the hospital with Whistler. He said he had to stay with him for a while, and he never leaves his side," explained Tai.

"Oh, I see." Daivs looked down at his hands, fiddling with his thumbs. "So, how are Mr. Ishida and Ms. Takaishi doing?" he asked.

"Well... they were devastated when Matt and TK died. But they haven't said much about it except that they miss them," said Ken.

Davis nodded in understanding. They all sat silently for a few more minutes, listening to the choir practice behind the church. Then suddenly, everyone jumped when the choir director called everyone to line up in the center of the church for mass. Davis, Tai, Izzy, Yolei, Ken, Joe, Cody, Mimi, Sora, Jun, and Kari went inside. On cue, the choir director began singing. Everyone sang along. When the song ended, the choir director thanked everyone and asked them to go to their assigned seats. The priest stood up on his podium and gave a eulogy.

"Thank you for all coming here today. We are gathered here today to mourn our loss of these wonderful young men, who we all admire and respect very much. These boys were brothers who loved each other very much. We would give almost everything in exchange to save them from the cruel world. Today, we remember those precious memories with love and hope to always share them with each other. So I would like you all to pray with me," he gestured to the congregation, "and join our hands for prayer for their souls." Everyone bowed their heads and clapped their hands together in prayer.

"Dear Lord, thank You for blessing these two boys with life, and may we continue to share them with the rest of the world. May God keep us safe as He does them, Amen." The group all rose and joined hands. When everyone was back in their original seats, the choir director continued to speak.

"Before I start, I would like to invite someone to come and say some words," The choir director paused briefly to let his guest stand in front of the congregation.

Mr. Ishida walked up to the podium, he shook his hand. He scanned the audience before speaking. "Good morning. I'm Malcolm Ishida, and I'm the father of Matt and TK. Um, I would like to say something in memory of them. In honor of these two great men, our sons. They were such brilliant children, strong-willed fighters, good students, loving parents, and loyal friends. I wish that I could be there with them, to see how they grew. To watch them grow. To watch them become successful people. That I might be able to be proud of them as well," Malcolm bit his lip, looking down. Nancy wiped her tears with a handkerchief as he continued his speech.

"My boys, they were so special to me. Their laughter filled my house, their smiles brought joy to my day, and their hugs helped me sleep every night. I love them dearly, so please remember them with kindness and respect. Thank you, and God bless everybody!" Malcolm took his seat and put the microphone away as everyone applauded.

And the priest took the microphone and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ishida. Now would anyone like to have a eulogy speech?"

Davis raised his hand.

"Alright, come on up," said the priest.

Davis approached the podium after the last person, the organist, left.

"Um, hi guys. My name's Davis Motomiya. I'm a friend of Matt and TK. And yeah, they were really awesome kids, too. I'm happy that all of you are here. Well... let's just get one thing straight..."

Davis cleared his throat as his voice cracked, "Matt is still with us, even if we cannot see him, we have his love. And he is watching over us. He knows we are doing our very best to take care of our families and to help take care of ourselves. But that doesn't mean that his absence won't feel like a huge weight pressing on my shoulders, knowing he is gone forever. And it will never get easier no matter how many years pass, I promise you. Thank you. For your prayers. And for your strength during these sad times."

Davis put the microphone down, got up, and headed back to his chair while Tai patted his shoulder sympathetically. Next, Tai stood up and walked to the podium, clearing his throat.

"Um, hi. I'm Tai Kamiya, and I'm also a friend of Matt and TK. When we were at the summer camp as kids, Matt was a loner. He didn't seem interested in making friends and playing with other kids, which caused a lot of strife between the both of us. And we fought each other sometimes but in the end, we did make peace by forgiving each other's mistakes. And that's when our friendship changed into something much different than what it was before. We became close friends, we shared secrets, and we talked about a lot of important stuff. Sometimes you don't think you need friends, but once you do, that's when you know you've lost your right to live without them. Because Matt taught me that you can't survive alone, and he told me that if you have to be alone and feel scared to survive, then at least you have someone to hold onto. Even though he was the best friend I ever had, I'll treasure the friendship we had all the same. I learned a lot from him." Tai smiled sadly, looking down, before putting a smile on his face again.

"Thank you, Matt, for everything," Tai took his seat. Everyone clapped and the music started again. They remained quiet, not daring to sing.

And last Kari went to the podium and gave a eulogy speech.

"Hi, I'm Kari Kamiya, and I'm a friend of Matt and TK," she said softly. She swallowed hard; it felt like there was this giant knot in her throat, which made it hard to breathe. "It took me a while, TK and I met each other in our childhood, when we were eight. TK was sweet, friendly, smart, kind, brave, and selfless. He was a hero, a defender, a protector, and a fighter. He knew that the world was cruel, that people would always betray and kill you. He wanted to change the world. And, through hard work and determination, he did. His dream came true. Now, thanks to his dedication and drive, a great world exists. A new world with peace, freedom, justice, prosperity, and hope," she paused to wipe tears from her eyes. "TK would want us to live our lives, to follow our dreams, and make our own way in the world. He would want us to be happy. And I know that he would be so proud of us. Thank you, Matt, for teaching me that. Thank you, TK, for being my friend. Thank you, everyone, for being here today. I love you all." she finished.

Everyone clapped as Kari walked back to her bench, Sora and Tai comforted Kari by patting her back and rubbing her arm. She sat next to Davis and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. The congregation broke into applause.

"I thank you for the wonderful speech. Matt and TK were indeed amazing, but now, they can rest in peace," said the priest, giving his eulogy for Matt and TK. The music continued as everyone left their seats and headed out towards the church.

The gravediggers grabbed two caskets from the wagon and carried them to the grave site. They started digging with spades and shovels and began filling the grave with dirt, rocks, and sand until they reached the bottom. The two holes were deep enough for them to lay Matt and TK's bodies in. They lowered the caskets gently to the ground and covered them with dirt and soil. Two tombstones engraved their names and date of birth and death. The priest began preaching.

"May these two young men rest in peace in the arms of Jesus. May we honor their memory with a funeral that will never be forgotten. We will not only remember the love and sacrifice they showed for this country, but we will show their legacy so that they will be remembered as symbols of justice for others. As a courageous warrior and son of faith, who sacrificed his life to save thousands from despair. Let us remember those that fell in battle. Our heroes shall be honored forever. And we are reminded of the sacrifices that Jesus made in His name. Amen." his speech and the congregation responded with an amen. Some people held up flowers and said a few words of remembrance as well. After a few moments, they left the graveyard and headed home.

ST. LUKE INTERNATIONAL HOSPITAL 2:00 PM

Whistler stirred awake slowly, blearily looking up at the light streaming in from his window. The sunlight had a tendency to blind him whenever he opened his eyes, and so it was no surprise that Whistler was groggy when he woke up. He looked around for where he was. He realized he was in the hospital bed and quickly sat up as memories of last night came rushing back to him. He remembered Darla beat him into a pulp and got knocked out cold, and the vampires held Matt and TK as hostage. He wondered what happened to them. He glanced at Blade’s sleeping form on the cot next to his, then he opened his eyes to see Whistler sitting up.

Blade looked over at him. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

Whistler shrugged. “This bitch beat the shit outta me, but I’m alright,” he replied as he rubbed his head and the bandage was patched on his forehead. “What about the other two? Where are Matt and TK?”

Blade shook his head slightly. “They’re dead. They killed them while you were unconscious.”

Whistler felt himself going pale. Matt and TK were dead? He wasn’t even able to kill Darla, and they killed them anyway?

“Oh, goddammit!” he plopped himself into the pillow, frustrated by what was happening.

Blade put his hand on Whistler’s shoulder. “Take it easy. You tried your best.”

Whistler sighed heavily. “I just… I can’t believe I failed,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse.

“Don’t do that to yourself,” Blade chided, his voice soft but firm.

“We’ll find Angelus and we’ll kill him sooner or later. But right now you need to focus on recovering.”

Blade pressed the button and the door swung open again revealing a nurse who walked in.

“Good afternoon, sir,” she greeted with a small smile. “How are you feeling?”

The question caught Whistler off guard for a moment before answering, “Um, I don’t know… kinda sore… and kinda hungry.”

The nurse smiled at him

sympathetically and placed some sort of tray down beside him on the bed. It had teriyaki chicken, fruit cups, rice, miso soup, and apple juice.

“Is there anything else I can get you, sir?” she asked.

“Uhh…” Whistler paused to think, “I guess a soda would be nice.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile before turning to go. Before leaving, she said, “I’ll let the doctor know you’re awake.”

After she left, Blade leaned over the bed. “Are you really okay with eating this? We could always throw it all away.”

Whistler shook his head, his stomach growling. “No, this is fine,” he said as he picked up one of the chopsticks. He hesitated. His hands shook as he began cutting into the chicken. His mouth watered as he took a bite of the meat. It was delicious and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten. He continued eating until he was finished eating. Then he set aside the chopsticks, laid his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes.

“Ahh, I’ve never thought about how amazing chicken food tastes. It’s like heaven,” Whistler sighed happily, his eyelids fluttering closed.

A door knocked lightly against the frame and Whistler opened his eyes as the door opened wider. A dark haired man with glasses stepped inside.

“Hello, Sir,” he greeted Whistler. “I’m Dr. Higa, I’m here to check on your health. Are you doing better?”

Whistler nodded. “Yeah, my head still hurts a bit, but my stomach feels okay,” he explained. “And thank you for asking, but I don’t have any symptoms of a concussion. Do we need to talk about what happened yesterday?”

The doctor chuckled lightly. “Well, I suppose you could say that. You were attacked by a gang of vamps during a routine patrol, yes?”

“Yes, how do you know about vampires?” asked Whistler curiously.

“Drusilla was my patient, telling her traumatic experience about Angelus killed her family and made her insane before he turned her into a vampire.” said Dr. Higa.

“Wait, Drusilla? The girl with a soul?” inquired Whistler.

Dr. Higa nodded. “That's correct. She told me about everything,” he said.

“Drusilla was abducted by those vamp gangs. TK and Matt were trying to save her, but they got killed by Angelus and Darla last night.” said Whistler.

“Oh, my God,” whispered Dr. Higa. “Where is Dusilla now? Is she okay?” he asked anxiously.

“I don’t know, but she’s somewhere in Angelus’ lair. We were tracking her right now, but she disappeared without us knowing and we haven’t been able to track her since,” replied Whistler.

“Did she leave behind a note saying where she was going? Maybe a note telling us where Angelus is? If she has a cell phone number, I can call her and tell her where we are, maybe she can help us track her?” suggested Dr. Higa.

Whistler shook his head, “No, she did not mention a phone number. And we were hoping to get her back home today, but things happened pretty fast. I failed.”

“Okay, I’ll contact Detective Tsukino and ask him to find out where she may be. When we find her, I promise to help you both get justice for what happened.” said Dr. Higa firmly.

Whistler smiled. “Thank you very much. That means a lot to me.”

“You have my word,” vowed Dr. Higa. “Now, I should go get you the medicine for your pain. You take care of yourself, Sir.”

The doctors exited through the door and Whistler sighed deeply. He lay back down onto his pillows, pulling the covers up around him.

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mimisempai · 3 years

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Wait for me on the other side 3/8

Chapter Summary:

Rain... Fireworks... Romance?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32948254/chapters/82052251

April 15, 2021 - 7:00

Loki, his heart pounding, approached the mailbox whose flag was raised.

He opened it and unfolded the small note with trembling fingers.

Thank you for this lovely attention. I haven't stopped wearing it since I received it.

You tell me that this connection with me allows you to open up to others and not feel alone anymore and you ask me if I want to continue this correspondence?

I don't want to stop either!

I don't know if we'll ever meet, but I want to continue to get to know you and for you to get to know me.

Tell me what you like.

Yours, Mobius.

Loki breathed a sigh of relief, put the letter in his pocket and left. He would have to work before he could write. This was no longer a matter of a quick word, he wanted to take time to think before he wrote.

As he walked through the school gates, although he loved his job, for once he couldn't wait for the day to be over.

April 17, 2019

Mobius was sitting in what had become his special Loki spot, the armchair in front of the bay window, a steaming cup of coffee next to him, reading Loki's latest letter.

I love Norse mythology and my work.

My favorite cocktail is Gimlets, gin and lime.

This brings me to my favorite color: green.

I have a sweet tooth, I like all kinds of sweets and pastries, and on the other hand I also like everything spicy.

I like quiet evenings reading and listening to music.

I like Jane Austen, The Brontë sisters and Paulo Coehlo.

I like to use metaphors but I have heard that they are not always great.

And although I can't stand violence, I like daggers, especially old ones.

Oh and I forgot, I like the house on the hill.

Mobius promised himself to go and see in Sylvie's antique weapons store if she had any antique daggers.

I can't stand cruelty, condescension, and lies.

And although they are green I hate peas.

Mobius laughed at the last sentence, he finished his coffee and went to get his notepad to start writing.

April 19, 2021

Loki, sitting cross-legged on his couch with Croki's head on his leg, was reading Mobius' latest letter.

I like to take watches apart and put them back together, to see the mechanism inside. They are all different.

I like to walk in the streets of New York and discover places by chance.

I like to draw, or rather make sketches that I never finish.

I like whiskey, Jack Daniels, and occasionally a good glass of red French Bordeaux wine.

I like all kinds of music, but my preference is for jazz.

I don't like lies, preconceived judgments, and gratuitous meanness, well, just plain meanness.

And I also like the house on the hill.

How did you end up living there anyway?

Loki read the letter again, folded it up and put it in the little box with the others before going to bed and thinking about what he would answer the next day.

April 21, 2019

Mobius went out still in his robe because it was a day of rest. He was surprised to see that Loki had already answered if he was to believe the little flag. He refused to question the fact that his heartbeat had accelerated.

He went to get the letter, then read it in front of his breakfast, Croki at his feet.

I rented it after college. It was the strangest place I had ever seen. I couldn't imagine anyone building it. Or... I couldn't imagine anyone building it and not living in it. I liked the way it sort of...hovered over the water. I loved that path that led to it. I don't know why, it has a strange, timeless charm.

April 23, 2021

Loki, on break between classes, took the letter out of his pocket and read it again.

Yes, the fact that you have to walk so much to get to the front door and that it's uphill, it's like you have to earn the right to enter the house. Every time you enter the house, it's like you're embarking on a quest whose prize is the right to enter.

I'm sorry, I must sound eccentric.

April 24, 2019

During his lunch break, and all day, he read that simple phrase from Loki over and over again.

Don't apologize, you can be eccentric. You can be whatever you want.

Mobius had always felt different, both in his personal and professional life choices, and this simple phrase eased some of his inner struggles. He couldn't ignore the warm feeling in his chest.

*********

A few weeks passed. The wind was blowing violently on a late spring day in New York. Loki was walking rapidly towards the school. His phone started to vibrate in his pocket, he grabbed it to answer the call.

-Yes?

Loki lost the smile on his face.

-Look, this isn't easy for me either. You know that... no, I'm not mad that you called. I just... I'm sorry, I have to go to work and I...

He was approaching the school and didn't want to continue this conversation as more and more students came in.

-I don't think that's a good idea. No. Sigyn, I'm asking you not to come. Because we need more time... Especially if we want to stay friends. I just don't think we should... look, I'm on my way to work, we'll talk about it. Bye.

Loki sighed, shaking his head as he walked through the large front door.

" Already feeling demotivated?" asked Natasha as she greeted him with a smile.

"Oh no no!" protested Loki.

"That's good timing. Heimdall has caught the flu and we need someone to cover his classes while he's absent. Since you have an art degree, I was wondering if..."

"No worries! I'm happy to oblige."

"Perfect," Natasha thanked him, "You can check with the assistant about Heimdall's schedule and make arrangements then. Thank you Loki, really. If the exams weren't coming up, I wouldn't have asked you."

Loki replied, "No worries, really."

If anything, he was glad to see that even though he was the last one in and the youngest teacher, he was trusted.

At the end of the week, as he walked home with his arms full of groceries, he thought maybe he should have thought about it before saying yes.

Because he was exhausted.He hadn't realized how much time and energy it would take to handle two positions.

Fortunately, Heimdall was back at work on Monday.

Loki put his groceries in the car and thought he'd stop by the house on the hill before heading home.

When he arrived, the little flag was up.

He took the letter and opened it.

Hi, pen pal. You haven't written in a while. I hope all is well.

You actually I

This is ridiculous, just a few words to write and it makes me sound like a babbling teenager.

Well I'm writing it down: I MISS YOU

It was obvious that the last words had been written with force.

Loki felt a strange warm feeling in his chest. He had also hugely missed the correspondence, so he hurried to answer on the spot and put the letter in the box before going home.

**********

Parking the car in front of the mailbox, Mobius chose to ignore the butterflies in his stomach as he saw the little flag raised.

He took the letter out of the box and once he got home, Croki fed, he went to his favorite place to read the letter.

It has been a difficult week.

I couldn't get away from work and only had the strength to go to bed at night. I can't remember the last time I looked up at the sky, or saw a damn tree. That's what I miss. The nature around me.

It's not so bad when I'm busy. It's when I have a minute to breathe, to look around, that it seems really hard. I wonder what I'm doing here, alone, in this gray city. I miss the trees.

PS: I missed you too

June 15, 2019 - 9:00 pm.

In the evening, Mobius left the house with a small tree in the pickup's trailer. He was driving towards the city.

June 15, 2021 - 9:30 pm

In the middle of the walk from school to his apartment, Loki saw the black rain clouds gathering in the sky. Suddenly there was a rumble of thunder in the distance and as he was on the home stretch, the rain began to pour.

June 15, 2019 - 9:35 PM

Arriving at 105 MacDougal Street - Greenwich Village, obviously still under construction, Mobius parked the pickup and pulled a shovel and the tree from the trailer. He began digging a hole outside the construction site that would become Loki's apartment building. Once finished, he began planting the tiny, fragile tree.

June 15, 2021 - 9:35 pm

Loki was completely soaked as he walked the last few yards to his front door. He struggled to find his keys, dropped them, and grew more and more frustrated as the rain poured down on him, when suddenly it stopped. He was baffled, as thunder and lightning continued to flash across the sky, and the rain continued to fall all around him, but not on him.

He looked up.

Above him were the dense green leafy branches of a young tree that formed a canopy swaying in the rain right above Loki. It hadn't been there a second ago, but now it was sheltering him, and Loki was stunned.

June 15, 2019 - 9:37pm

Mobius smiled as he swung the shovel into the pickup's trailer before heading home.

June 15, 2021 - 9:37 pm

Loki, overcome with emotion, broke into a smile and whispered to Mobius, even though he couldn't hear him, "Thank you."

Raindrops fell through the green branches as Loki danced under the tree, his face to the sky.

*********

2019 - A few days later

Casey stood on the small path in front of Mobius' house, "Wow!!!"

Mobius motioned for him to follow him inside.Casey entered, still stunned by the house.

"So, this is where you're hiding?"

Mobius replied with a smile, "Yeah.You want a beer?"

"Yeah thanks."

Mobius pulled two beers out of the fridge and they went to the chairs in front of the bay window and talked about the house for a while. Casey had lots of questions.

Casey took a sip and his face became more serious.

"Mobius. I didn't just come here to escape my pathetic existence in the city. I came to talk to you about TK and ask you to come back with us. We need you."

Mobius shook his head, "TK? Sorry Casey but no."

"I'm sure if you talked to her..." insisted Casey.

"Forget it.Ravonna doesn't want me to come back. I don't want to come back. Everyone's happier now."

Casey argued, "What about your work? Your work was awesome. Even she admitted that. Look, I know it's hard, but if you put your problems with her aside, you-"

"I said forget it." replied Mobius, this time with a sharp tone before softening, "Sorry. It's just... I like it here. And I like my job at the store."

Casey nodded and accepted the answer before asking, curious again, "Are you in a relationship with anyone?"

Mobius answered after a slight hesitation that didn't go unnoticed, "No."

"Why did you hesitate?"

"I didn't hesitate."

"Yes, you did."

Mobius insisted, "I...I'm not involved with anyone, okay?"

"Okay." replied Casey, who smiled playfully before continuing, "All I'm saying is that maybe you should think about the future."

Mobius began to laugh. He couldn't stop himself.

Casey looked at him as if he had gone crazy, "What?"

Mobius continued to laugh.

"What?"

**********

A few days later, with Loki's letter open in the passenger seat of his pickup, Mobius drove to the train station near Brooklyn College of Arts.

He parked, picked up the letter and got out, heading for the entrance to the station.

Around this time two years ago, I lost something.

In the Brooklyn train station.

I was going back to my parents and left it on the platform. See if you can find it for me. I won't tell you what it is.

Then put it in the mailbox. It's your mission if you choose to accept it.

Mobius could not resist a challenge. So he found himself at that moment looking for an object he knew nothing about. He walked through the station. There were a few people. He looked for a single man and saw none. Just a few families and an elderly couple.

He continued to search when suddenly, through the window overlooking the station platform, he saw a young man with long black hair get up and get ready to board the train.

Mobius wasn't sure if it was him, but he felt deep down that he was Loki, and he was amazingly handsome. Mobius hurried through the door and onto the station platform. He was about to head towards him when he stopped.

The young man had embraced a woman who had her back to Mobius.

They kissed and said goodbye.

Neither of them noticed that Loki, for it was undoubtedly Loki, had left a book on the bench behind him. Mobius saw it, but it would be awkward to approach and interrupt the kiss. He hesitated.

The train driver announced the final boarding.

Loki separated from the woman, obviously reluctantly, and boarded the train.

The woman Loki had kissed did not move and watched the train pull away until it was completely out of sight. He did not notice the book. Mobius watched him leave and once he was gone, he approached the bench. He looked at the book that Loki had left behind. It was a well-worn copy of Persuasion by Jane Austen. It had definitely been Loki.

********

Loki impatiently went to the mailbox, thinking that perhaps Mobius had already been to the station.

He opened it, and was disappointed when he didn't see the book and just a little note.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING ON THE 4TH OF JULY?

Loki, a little disappointed, answered immediately on the same piece of paper and just as he was about to leave, he heard the characteristic sound of the little flag being raised and went back to the box and opened it. He grabbed the small paper and unfolded it.

L: Going to the fireworks, I guess.

I go every year. Why?

M: Would you like to watch them together? From the cliff. The fireworks on the lake are beautiful

L: I know, I watched them from the house the time I lived there.

You're not asking me out, are you?

M: No, no. I just thought it might be nice to do the same thing, that's all.

L: The same thing, two years apart.

M: It's better than staying home.

L: Okay. Let's go see the fireworks.

M: See you in 10 days then. July 4th at 10pm in front of the mailbox.

Mobius did not wait for an answer, and walked happily back to the house. Even though he had denied it, it still felt like a date of some sort.

The butterflies began to fly again.

July 4, 2019/2021 - 10:00 pm.

Two years apart, in the same place, Loki and Mobius sat next to the mailbox. Mobius brought one of the seats from the garden furniture and Loki brought an old folding camping seat in his car.

He is armed with his pad and pencil.

The strange and timeless conversation started again, always punctuated by the little flag that went up and down.

L: Did you go to the station? I never got my book.

M: Let me keep it for a while. I want to read it.

By the way, there's something I wanted to ask you.

Who was the girl at the station?

Your fiancée?

Why didn't you tell me about her?

Loki thought it sounded like Mobius was jealous, but didn't want to get the wrong idea.

L: You don't tell me about your love life either.

M: Because I don't have one unfortunately.

My God, I can't believe you didn't tell me you were married.

L: I'm not married. We broke up when I moved to New York.

I'm on my own.

The fireworks just started.

M: They started here too.

I'm sure yours are better, since it's supposed to get better every year.

L: Probably. Let's enjoy the sight.

Afterwards, during the fireworks, the flag did not move for a while. Then when the grand finale was over, and the silence fell, the flag suddenly rose, making Loki jump.

M: At the station, when I saw you... I didn't expect... I mean, you didn't tell me you were so gorgeous.

Loki read these words and could not suppress a small gasp of surprise. He looked around embarrassed even though he knew for a fact that no one was there.

L: Not fair.

You saw me but I still don't know what you look like.

Mobius ran his hand over his face and figured that since it was truth night, he might as well go for it.

M: You're right. I wouldn't mind knowing what I'll look like in two years. Why don't we meet in the future and tell me what you think?

Loki thought about it and then looked at his watch, it was 10:43 pm, he took a deep breath, suddenly excited and nervous

L: Why don't you call me on July 4, 2021 at 10:44 pm

As Loki finished the last line of the "4" the phone rang.

He almost fell out of his chair.

He steadied himself with a pounding heart and picked up, "Hello?"

________

Who is on the other end of the phone...?

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (End)

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd and english is not my native language I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless🥰

#lokius fic #alternative ending #no powers au #loki #mobius m mobius #loki series #lokius #loki x mobius #time husbands #timefrost #developing relationship #penpal

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sizzlingpatrolfox · 2 years

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Honestly, jikokers can also be manipulative. I have read so many times from them that taekook is not close, that they are no longer as good friends as they were before, and sometimes even that taekook doesn't hang out with each other, that they ignore each other. I also see that taekook conversation at ITS is being presented as evidence. And I started to believe it, but when I finally found the content of taekook myself, I was shocked and felt a bit cheated as well. Taekook has just as many moments as jikook and some can be just as intense.

Of course, I'm not saying that taekook is real lol, but belittling someone else's relationship in this way is wrong.

I don't think jikookers are manipulative, but they have certainly overused the "taekook aren't close" argument. Yeah, maybe they aren't jikook close but they are close in their own ways and they are also close and comfortable in ways that Jimin and Jungkook are not with each other. Jungkook would have not grabbed Jimin's hands like he did with Taehyung when they were signing to falling in Harry's concert. So that is one way they are perfectly fine with each other in ways that jikook aren't. They definitely have a lot of moments together too and some are intense and intimate, yeah. Have been so especially since late 2019.

The ITS talk is used because it means that there never was a romantic relationship between taekook. It disproves a romantic relationship but regarding their friendship, it's frankly just a moment in the past. A moment in time. Something that happened but is no longer happening. I've noticed that some jikookers that still say that Taehyung and Jungkook are awkward with each other is because they are not paying attention or they're blinded by their own biases and need taekook to not be close to prove jikook. Some have actually started to believe that things haven't changed in more than a year and tk can't possibly be okay with each other now because they had that thing in 2019. Like, c'mon. There's also the jikookers who know they are close and that taekook like each other but they still use that conversation just to piss off taekookers and because it gives them some leverage against them like "ha ha, my ship never said they were distant". And like, I get it. When Taehyung asked Jungkook to cook for him in ITS2, pjms were angry that if it had been Jimin, they would have hated on him, so they started saying how Taehyung was forcing Jungkook and Jungkook looked uncomfortable blabla, the same things taekookers said about Jimin, they said it about Taehyung. So of course the moment was ruined for them. I've said I felt satisfaction watching them cry "why are you like this to taekook wah wah wah" because they were finally getting a taste of their own medicine, they were feeling the same way they've tried to make people feel about jikook, even if I knew that JK cooking for Taehyung wasn't actually awkward.

So yeah, they know that taekook like each other but they still use it just against their shippers. It's useless tho. That conversation was real, but also a lot of sweet, intimate, affectionate stuff that happened with taekook was also real.

Belittling is wrong and misguiding and honestly so creepy, but jikookers using taekook's own words against taekookers I think it's still way less than what tkers have done in order to belittle jikook and especially, especially what they say and do to hate on Jimin.

I personally don't think saying X member did X thing for fanservice is esentially wrong, but saying their whole personality is a lie and relationships are fanservice is a different thing. All 7 of them do stuff that could be classified under fanservice, some more often than others, but in the end their dynamics and intentions in general are real and genuine. I mean, if a backhug is considered fanservice, that's okay, maybe IT IS fanservice, but beyond that, it means that those two members involved are comfortable enough with each other to do that backhug, even if they're doing it for the fans. And if they're doing hugs, looks, hand holding, etc just for the fan content while not being actually comfortable or liking each other, then that for sure opens a whole can of worms and I don't know who would even want to be a fan of someone if your opinion of them is that they're doing the most while not being genuine about their relationships. I would simply not be a fan of someone that I think is lying to me or to his audience.

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