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bungeo-ppangie · 1 year

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001 . polaroid love

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You rummaged through the back of your closet messily, cursing yourself for only owning a single scarf. It was so cold outside that you couldn't really leave the building without one, unless you were expecting to become a penguin like Sunghoon.

An extra factor contributing to your annoyance- you were due to be at the studio in 15 minutes, and it was a 10 minute drive. Belift finally agrees to let you and your childhood best friend, Jungwon, release a mini album together, after relentless begging from both sides for years, and you're probably going to be late to the concept meeting and fitting. Murphy and his first law seemed to enjoy tormenting you over anyone else, apparently.

You lifted up the thousandth random unused shirt, suddenly revealing some scattered polaroids. You picked a few up and flipped them over, smiling as you recalled the memories associated with each one...

"Yn!! You finally made it! You should've booked an earlier flight, I missed you so muchh!" Jungwon yelled in excitement, running over to you and wrapping you in a hug the moment he saw you.

"Won... it's a public airport, and you realize you're currently participating in a survival show watched by millions of people, right?" You glanced around nervously, trying to hide his face with your own by standing on the tips of your toes. It was a miracle Belift even let him secretly leave I-LAND for a few hours to meet you at the airport. If word got out, you had a feeling someone whose name rhymed with -ang Jungwon was getting kicked off the show for controversial PR.

"Fine, fine. How soon did they say you could make your debut? They promised within the next month, right? You don't even need training because you only transferred agencies, they won't have any reason to delay it..." He thought out loud, taking your suitcase from your hands.

"Hey, I thought we established I was an independent woman! But um I can prove it in other ways-" You quickly fixed your statement as Jungwon made the motion of handing your suitcase back to you. He grinned, as this same scene happened every time he helped you carry your stuff.

"Sure, I'll believe that when you debut. Come on, let's move everything into your new dorm before the press finds us," He smiled, making your heart flutter unexpectedly...

. . .

"Won, you strike matchsticks to light them..." You stared at him, dumbfounded by his amazing inability to understand the use of incredibly simple objects. In honor of both of your debuts, you two had purchased a cake to celebrate.

"Then why did they give us a lighter?" He huffed, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he sat on the floor, trying to work the lighter. He yelped when one of his feeble attempts succeeded, making a tiny flame burst out of the lighter.

"Because SOMEONE was browsing them in the store without wearing a mask when I bought the cake? And also just maybe because that SOMEONE then proceeded to hug me from behind like a beautified koala when I was swiping my card? I-LAND, or actually Enhypen now, fans are so fast, the last episode literally aired yesterday-" You complained, moving to sit cross-legged in his lap as his efforts continued.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Dating rumors?"

"Yeah."

"We're so screwed."

"Yeah."

. . .

A fluffy white ball shot jumped at you the moment you opened the door to Jungwon's dorm. Fortunately, you were able to close the door quickly without the added heart attack. Actually, maybe the heart attack did happen.

"Maeumi!" Jungwon called, grinning widely with the slightest hint of apology in his eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, I adopted Maeum, so now you can't leverage being busy with Taeyang over me."

"Hey, yangi requires an impossible amount of loving maintenance." You stuck your tongue out at him as you patted Maeumi, thinking of your beloved and probably very spoiled golden retriever.

"Yet you don't give his nick-namesake half the attention," He pouted, sitting down on the floor across from you to play with Maeumi with you.

"Who said I named my baby after you?" You giggled, leaning forwards to lightly bump your forehead against Jungwon's, making him smile.

"Did you not?" He laughed, changing positions to lay his head in your lap, holding Maeum. You both looked away at the contact, missing the pink that lightly dusted over each other's cheeks for a split second.

A few years ago, these types of sudden gestures would have only served to make you two laugh, and also possibly to confuse others on whether they should have thought you guys were a couple. However, the act made both of you more flustered than you would've thought now.

"Are you blushing?"

"Umm no? You should uh turn down the air conditioning."

"Yeah yeah umm good idea"

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#enha #enha fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen #enhypen jungwon #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon x reader #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #enhypen fic #jungwon #jungwon imagines #jungwon angst #jungwon x you

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melonsfantasyworld · 1 year

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Chapter 20

Thank you all for your patience! This chapter features: High Lords being honest, High Lords deciding they need more High Lords, soft Azris moments, and another OC vignette. Read here for the whole chapter and below for a snippet. Enjoy!

“I am not lying about the monsters no longer crossing my border. The attack on Theros was…substantial, but the beasts were destroyed before they could move past the town. I had assumed the insurgents were behind the attack, given the scope of the damage.”

The High Lords and Azriel lapse back into silence before Kallias huffs. Eris notes that the icy exterior of the Winter High Lord must have thawed in the warm weather and throughout the countless hours listening to testimonies and opinions of others. More likely he has grown more impatient to return to his very pregnant mate.

“It is just us.” His eyes flit over to Azriel, but he doesn’t retract his statement. “We were allies once, Under the Mountain. I have not so easily forgotten what occurred, and who was lost.”

Tarquin looks away briefly, his eyes filling with emotion. While Eris still finds himself coming to terms with everything that happened under Amrantha’s rule and the war following it, he often forgets that Tarquin and Kallias came into their power during that time. They do their best to fulfill the duties of their station, and even Eris can begrudgingly admit that there are fewer males more worthy of the High Lord status. But they are young, and their ascendency to power will forever be marred with the bloodshed that occurred to get them there. It is no wonder they are reluctant to do anything that may once again upset the balance of power. Kallias continues.

“I am tired of the double speak, of these games. Yes, Eris, there are monsters coming through your border. There are those in my court who wonder why that should concern us. And yes, Tarquin, I do think that taking direct action against Tamlin is not a good idea, especially since no one has brought forth a viable solution. Everybody has been dancing around with their words, so afraid to step on someone’s toes or actively trying to infuriate another. So please, spare me another day of meetings and secrets and just speak.”

A moment of realization dawns on Eris. Bodhi was right, Kallias had been on edge, but it wasn’t separate from the High Lord’s meeting. It was because of the meeting. The last time High Lords had been gathered, it had been all seven courts. Kallias had no need for political maneuvering when it was the Night Court asking for aid from the other six. But with just the three courts present, his neighbors at that, Kallias knew he would be forced into making a controversial decision for his court. He had not trained all his life under the thumb of a father like Beron, nor was he the dreamer and revolutionary like Tarquin. Kallias is a level-headed, straightforward and honest male; a leader, but not a politician.

#azris #azriel shadowsinger #eris vanserra #azriel x eris #care less more #fanfic #ao3

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tahitiwoke · 1 year

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∗ 1oo﹕ sender has just died , receiver finds out .

THIS IS BREAKING NEWS -- CNN HAS JUST LEARNED THAT THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES HAS BEEN SHOT IN DALLAS WHILE GIVING A SPEECH ON GUN CONTROL. WE ARE GOING LIVE TO THE SCENE NOW, KATIE, WHAT CAN YOU TELL US?

it's a light morning. he's got a meeting with mary marsh and the family values association - it'll be a waste of time, of course, but why not send the most religious man in the building to tell the pro-life scumbags where to stick their rhetoric? after that, there's lunch with leann and some congress members to discuss policy amendments to the banking bill they're hopeful will pass next week, and then it's basketball with teddy and meech. the afternoon is a little more blocked out but it's fine. nothing out of the ordinary.

some time around mary marsh and al caldwell going toe to toe with each other about what they each deem appropriate responses to the president's comments a few weeks ago regarding roe, phil hears somebody shout in the room next door outside his office. it's muffled and he doesn't catch it all, but he's been bored enough to be listening to anything other than nasally oklahoma derision and -- it sounds like oh my god.

not the sort of oh my god that'd make you think britney had just walked into the building -- it's the oh my god my house burned down sort of voice. it's the oh my god of watching a plane crash. it's the oh my god of a highway pile up. phil doesn't have a television in his office, so he stands while mary is mid-sentence and walks out into the bullpen, buttoning his suit jacket, and it's not even done up by the time he lands eyes on the cnn ticker broadcast.

well, anderson, it seems that the president was standing to address a crowd here in dallas regarding the recent controversial gun control measures the hale administration has been promising, when she was shot in what we believe to be the head and chest. initial reports are pointing towards a lone gunman but there has been no word yet from the white house.

is the president alive, katie, have we had that confirmation?

press secretary christopher brady has yet to issue a statement but given eye witness accounts, yes, anderson, those of us on the ground at dallas believe that president hale is dead.

you sure you don't want me to come with you?

let me miss you for a few days, phillip. leann and christopher will be company enough, and besides, mary marsh will hardly stand to be in the same room with anyone else. i think she might have become rather fond of you.

i'd be fond of her if she didn't run her mouth so fuckin' always.

don't be crass. and don't let caldwell leave without agreeing to denounce those people -- what are they called again?

the righteous lambs of god. what a name, right? like the god they pray to isn't being indicted for tax fraud.

there is a ghost of a touch at his shoulder as she'd bent down to kiss him; her palm against his cheek; a text message he hadn't read yet but had skimmed the alert preview: thinking of you, wish you could've--

and there it is - the same sinking feeling. the bottom drop and lunch catch and the sick, settling around his ribcage that says coulson, get on the phone with the airforce, they gotta borrow danvers for a couple days and need somebody to run the book for them. this cannot be happening again, this can't be real, there has been a mistake and he needs to talk to chris, now, he needs to talk to march and he needs to vomit.

-- phil heaves and will not do it in front of half the fucking white house staff, so he turns on heel and marches back into his office, slamming the door behind him and retches hard into the trash can tucked under his desk. you're gonna lose. it's in your nature. you lack conviction. he shakes his head. loosens his tie, he can't breathe, he can't fucking hear, every point of contact his senses can touch are exploding and with shaking hands, he manages to text chris something short, something quick, starts with work, with the situation room because that will no doubt be exactly where he heads in a moment. c. brady //: is she alive?

it's only seconds before he gets she had a pulse when we got here. and that's enough, for now. it has to be enough.

#halechief #death tw #V || FRIENDS. ROMANS. COUNTRYMEN. ( CAESAR! BRUTUS! )

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freifraufischer · 2 years

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A Gymnastics Mystery: Was the 1981 World Championship Stolen? Part 4 - You decide.

In the previous episodes (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3) I laid out one of the oldest unsolved mysteries of the sport of gymnastics. Did the East German government force one of it’s greatest athletes to throw the 1981 World Championships to please their Soviet master.

My answer is ... I don’t know and I swing between yes and no depending on how I think about it. The sport was incredibly corrupt and ripe with manipulation (both successful and attempted) by many different countries at the time. The Soviets had ample motive to want to show success in 1981 at a home world championship--enough to enter an age falsified gymnast--and the East German state was perfectly capable of tossing away the ambitions and goals of a 17 year girl to do that.

Here are the things that make me doubt the conspiracy theory.

Evidence the injury was real:

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This is the ABC broadcast of the 1982 World Cup. In the 1980s the World Championships only took place in the years right after and right before the Olympics, leaving the mid quad year having only one major international gymnastics meet: the World Cup. It was an invitation only event where the field was determined by results from the 1981 World Championship (though there is controversy to be had here too). As they are introducing the competitors the American commentators begin to talk about Gnauck’s injury at the World Championships at 2.37 in the video.

He references that she had a serious injury at worlds and “appears” to have had ankle surgery. He then speculates that it was Achilles surgery. I’m assuming there was a visible scar--and let’s for a minute contemplate the terrifying nightmare that would be East German Achilles repair. The thing that makes me hesitate here is that he is not quoting Gnauck or an East German source. He’s seen the incident from the previous year and he’s seen a scar. This is also a full year later so she could have been legitimately injured after Worlds and it still could have been a bit of pantomime in the team optionals.

Gnauck continued to win event medals (including the bars title at the 1982 World Cup and the 1983 World Championships but there were cracks in her AA in those years. She ws generally finishing in the 5-7th place range. She recovered some of her all around form tying for bronze in the 1984 Friendship Games AA with Elena Shushunova. The next year in her last international competition the 1985 Euros she won the silver medal behind Shushunova who would be World Champion that year. She also won the bars title. In a 2016 interview (English translation, German video) , Gnauck now club coach for young gymnasts in Switzerland said that she retired in 1985 (at age 21) primarily because of the change in the uneven bars apparatus. She did not believe she could adapt to such a radical new style of bars work that late in her career.

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[One last look at gymnastics from this period. The 1985 European Championships uneven bars final is a unique moment in time when the bars were moving further apart to allow more swing but gymnasts hadn’t quite adapted to the new settings. Almost like an evolutionary missing link. I highly suggest watching the above video starting at 50.36 to see 1985 UB world champion Gabrielle Fähnrich back to back with Gnauck showing the transitional space between the two styles.]

And that leads me to my second problem with the conspiracy theory. Gnauck hasn’t confirmed it at any point in the three decades since the collapse of the East German state. She has been active in the gymnastics community, giving occasional commentary for German TV and a rare interview (though she tends to be restrained person). In a world of a unified Germany she could have gained a certain amount of advantage by claiming to be a victim of the state.

Like most star athletes from the GDR of course she made statements in support of the state like this one after it was announced that East Germany would boycott the 1984 Olympics: “In preparing for the Olympic Games, it is clear that my participation would have been possible only if all participants were guaranteed equal opportunities. I utterly condemn the activities that are being prepared against the athletes of the socialist countries, as well as the policies of the Reagan administration, which has exploited the Olympic ideal into the opposite. Therefore, I stand behind the logical decision of the National Olympic Committee of the GDR to not attend the Summer Games, and starting now I will dedicate my performances in international competitions in honor of our Republic.” I’m not inclined to hold that against her (anymore than I hold political statements from the 1980s against Katarina Witt). These were people born in and living in a highly sophisticated police state and Gnauck had no choice but to fully support the actions of the Olympic committee. But of course that swings back around to why the entire conspiracy theory is plausible: if it was something that she was ordered to do she would have played her part even at the cost of her own individual ambitions.

If you’ve followed me down this rabbit hole of 4 posts what do you think? Was there a conspiracy, was there an injury, and was this the most insane time in the history of the sport?

#gymnastics #maxi gnauck

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pickledpascal · 1 year

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Sweet Nothing

Chapter Seven: Her Faith in Love is Better On Sunny Days

Summary: After trial, Will is on house arrest. He is sentenced for a year with mandatory therapy sessions. But Blake has a plan to perhaps break him out of this.

Warnings: Lots of talks of vomitting, 18+ themes, Hannibal eats people.

Word Count: 4.2k

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The rest of Will's trial seemed to go well. No more murders or severed ears coming in the mail. Which Blake would classify as a win even if it was a small victory. Though, most murder cases didn't have the sheer amount of controversy surrounding it. So Blake would take what she could get.

On the day the trial was settled, Blake was there. Even though it scared her to no end. Blake feared hearing the decision, it could put Will in that hospital for life if it went any particular way. Blake took a deep breath as the judge prepared his statement.

"Given the evidence provided and lines of witnesses, we hereby grant Will Graham freedom by house arrest for exactly one year." Something Matt decided to put on there for the sole fact that Will didn't seem all that dangerous. "I cannot say, beyond a reasonable doubt, that Will did anything in sound mind so he must be monitored by others. Not only does this include physical monitoring but also mental. Due to these requirements, I ask that Doctor Blake Adler watch over Will Graham and that Doctor Hannibal Lecter do therapy sessions within Will Graham's home.'

Blake blinked. Of course, this was something she wanted but…. Well, she couldn't exactly turn it down since it was court ordered and she didn't mind spending time with Will. She just…. Didn't expect this. She expected someone like Alana Bloom to be the one to monitor Will. Alana was much more unattached to Will than Blake was. And Hannibal? Even though he has calmed down, Will still believed Hannibal was the reason behind everything. Blake didn't blame him. The elder doctor was starting to act weird around her, weirder than usual.

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Will Graham was released from the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane on a Saturday. Blake met him at his cell and guided him to her car, stopping on the way to his house to get a haircut–something he asked for. When they arrived at Will's home, the FBI was waiting to put the anklet on him. They'd already set up sensors around the property, it was big enough for Will to roam. Just not too far.

As the FBI left, Blake let out a smile. "First time I've been here." She said softly, leaning down to pet all the dogs which were so graciously given back to Will from Alana. "I get to meet all these guys!" Blake exclaimed happily.

Will shed his jacket and smiled softly at Blake. "I think they've been wanting to meet you." He admitted softly, "I noticed they smelled the…. Uh, coat I got from you a lot." He scratched the back of his neck out of nervousness. Being back in the real world after spending months in a hospital jail cell was weird.

Will wasn't sure what to do with the amount of space he now had, although limited. Or even the fact that there no longer was glass separating him and Blake. He longed for her touch and yet he had no idea how to initiate it. Or a kiss. God, he missed so much about simply being in the same room as Blake. The way she towered over him, tipped his head back as they kissed, or ran her hand through his hair. Will craved it like one would chocolate. Blake's presence was decadent, filled with rich flavor, and presented in a way that screamed elegance.

"Hm." Blake hummed, standing fully instead of being hunched over because the dogs seemed to have lost interest in her and retreated to their beds. "I never got to say it but…. I missed you too." She said softly, cupping Will's chin in between her index finger and her thumb.

Will let out a shaky breath, eyes lifting to meet Blake's. "Can you…. Show me how much you missed me?" He asked in a whisper, his urges slowly overcoming him.

Blake cocked her head, scanning Will's face only to see no hesitation or feeling of obligation in his eyes. So Blake did. She carefully slid her hand behind Will's neck and guided him to her lips. Blake put her other hand on his waist, clearly taking the lead in this dance. While one of Will's hands grabbed onto Blake's shoulder for support. They were kissing for quite a while and they were leaning into each other, desperate to find comfort. Or maybe something more.

Once they pulled apart, they admired each. Their lips were both equally swollen, eyes dilated, and taking deep breaths. Will, though, had never looked better to Blake's eyes. His hair, while messed up by her own doing, was much neater and made his face seem more…. Hot. And Blake had a feeling Will knew what she thought. Knew what he was doing. Knew that Blake particularly loved his hair, running her hands through it, feeling its softness.

Both of them were too eager, though, to let this rest continue. Their lips clashed together yet again in a more heated way. Blake even gently picked up Will and pressed him against his bed that lay in the corner of the room as she got in between his legs, arms on either side of his head. This wasn't necessarily sensual but it certainly was intimate. A show of just how much Blake cared. Enough to properly show Will love and affection.

Suddenly, they were disrupted by Will's anklet beeping.

Both being surprised and irritated by the noise, they broke apart. Blake and Will looked at each other for a moment before they both broke out into a smile. The taller woman then sat back on Will's lap to check the anklet.

"I believe it sensed your heartbeat going up." Blake chuckled softly, looking down at Will.

Will's eyes dilated as he looked up at Blake, the position making him feel small. Or…. Smaller than he already was. Blake's height gave her a three inch difference between Will. It wasn't the biggest distinction but it made a world difference regarding the way Will saw Blake, similarly, it was somewhat monumental to the way Blake saw Will.

Blake did not necessarily see Will as someone who needed to be fixed like, say, Alana Bloom would with her "professional curiosity." Will just needed help, to be guided onto the right path then he would heal himself. There was no correct way to be fixed, if one could be fixed to begin with. Blake saw Will as a precious being, capable of great feats. It was up to him if those would be horrible or worthy of praise by the masses. Being in the presence of someone who could hold that much power was…. Interesting. Will didn't look the type to have it.

Will Graham was the average height for a man, but his beauty was certainly not average or mediocre. Blake appreciated it like no other had before. He was quite susceptible to submission, even if he had a hate for people truly knowing him or knowing the deep inner workings of his mind. He might have even adored the fact that Blake was taller than him but he'd never admit to it, not unless he was alone with her. But it was easy to tell with how much Will loved to glance up at her, adjusting his glasses to mask it. This happened more than once when they worked at the Bureau.

"So…. No prolonged kissing or else that will happen." Will dropped his head onto the pillow below him, letting out a sigh as he looked into the ceiling. "Sad, I wished we could–" The man stopped himself suddenly, realizing what he was about to say.

Blake cocked her head with a smirk. She had a feeling she knew where Will's mind was. "Wished we could what, Will? Hm?" She teased softly, pursing her lips in thought. "Have sex? Fuck, even?" She asked.

Hearing those words come from Blake's lips was sinful to Will. The way her mouth formed each word caught his attention. Hell, maybe he did have an obsession. Everything that had to do with Blake, he adored–possibly even craved. Will let out a small whimper as he nodded. The sound was absolutely heavenly to Blake's ears.

"Though it would…. Be unwise." Will said in a whisper after slowly finding his voice. He couldn't remember the last time he whimpered or felt like emulating such a noise.

Blake hummed out disapprovingly, "It would. Can't have others knowing." She joked softly, referencing the anklet tightly secured on Will's leg. It was monitored 24/7 so whoever has the dismay of watching its activity might have a special insight to their relationship. That is, if the pair ever decided to continue further than a few heated kisses. "That would take away the fun. Only we need to know."

Will's Adam's apple visibly bobbed at Blake's words. She hummed, running her thumb down the side of his face to his subtly dimpled chin and caressed the patch of facial hair there. Another thing Will learned she liked, his stubble. Now, he hadn't exactly grown it on purpose seeing as he was recently in a cell but he had no intention of shaving it off either.

"Do you find me attractive, Doctor Adler?" Will asked, a light smirk gracing his features. If he knew how to work it, he may use it to his advantage. But he had a sneaking suspicion he knew the answer to his own question.

Blake narrowed her eyes slightly, knowing what he wanted. "Yes." She answered simply.

Will set his hands on Blake's hips, rubbing slightly on the bone. "Tell me, what is it you find attractive about me?" His eyes flicked to the taller woman's legs momentarily before they traveled back up to her lips.

"Your lips. How eager sometimes they are to meet mine. Your eyes and how they can hold so much emotion or sometimes none at all. Your jaw with how perfect it is to hold and touch. Your hair, the color suits you well while the softness feels good to touch." Blake said softly, hands caressing each part of Will she described. "And you. Your attitude, how you wish not to reveal so much about yourself but you become your own downfall in that. It's endearing." She added, pressing a kiss to the underside of Will's jaw as she tipped his head upwards. The action caused him to take in a shaky breath, allowing Blake to do whatever she wished.

Blake then ran her hand down to Will's neck, slowly rubbing a circle onto the skin where his neck met his shoulder. "That cold that follows you around has been formed into ice that clings to you. Perhaps, I wanted to share my warmth and show you a world without the cold." She whispered into Will's lips as she captured them again.

Will let out yet another, light noise into Blake's lips as he cupped her jaw and leaned upwards towards her. He felt desperation for a need to be filled and yet he knew he couldn't have it. Not now. But Will Graham was a patient man…. Sometimes. "I need you, Blake….. please?" He asked softly as he pulled away from her lips.

"Not so fast, Will." Blake whispered back, adjusting herself so she was laying next to Will on the bed. It was hard to deny Will, especially when he sounded so…. Needy. "Unfortunately, it would be unwise. We'll have to wait." She then pressed a kiss to the man's cheek, a hand still on his jaw.

Will's lips jutted into a light pout, averting his eyes from Blake. He didn't want to seem so frustrated by her answer but he was. Yet, at the same time, he knew he was being childish. Blake was clear that her denial only stemmed from the anklet, something Will could not do anything about until next year. Or perhaps, if some further information came out about the Chesapeake Ripper. For instance, if they found out who it really was.

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The following day was Will's first home therapy session. It was scheduled at his usual time, 5 o'clock in the evening. When Hannibal showed up at the door, the only things he had with him were a notebook and a pen. Both were there just in case Hannibal wished to take notes. "Good afternoon, Doctor Adler." Hannibal greeted at the door. "I see you've been monitoring Will well." He hummed, eyes trained on the man behind her who was sipping away at something in his mug with a content look in his eyes.

Blake's jaw tensed slightly, still in opposition that Hannibal was to be Will's therapist. "Yes, well, someone has to." She stepped away from the door, allowing for enough room to let Hannibal inside.

"I'm sure he appreciates that it's you." Hannibal complimented politely as he ventured slightly further into the house.

Blake rolled her eyes at the man. It wasn't like Will couldn't hear them, in fact, he seemed more present than ever. He hadn't experienced any black outs between yesterday and that afternoon. Blake was starting to suspect foul play when it came to his bouts of lost time. It was incredibly inconsistent. Sure, Blake knew it was at random times but it also seemed to be happening more frequently. That was, until Will was sent to the hospital. Besides the obvious fact that being in a hospital for the criminally insane would take a toll on anyone's mine, those black outs stopped.

Blake pressed a kiss to Will's temple in which he leaned into, a light smile gracing his lips at the touch. "I'll leave you to it so you have some…. Alone time." She announced.

"That would be wise." Hannibal nodded, taking a seat next to Will. He didn't have a couch in the home, just a few pairs of plush loveseats in different parts of the room.

The taller of the two doctors shook her head. It wasn't like Blake had a doctorate in Psychology or anything. Perhaps she was just easily irritated by the man who she believed to frame her partner or…. Well, nothing. It was hard to let Hannibal into her second home, to let him get inside Will's head. Especially after everything Will has accused him of. There was no erasing that.

Blake hummed, pushing her hands through the pocket of her coat. "Let me know if anything happens. I have my phone on me at all times." She said which gave her a nod from Will. He was quiet that evening, simply enjoying her company until Hannibal arrived.

"Of course, Doctor Adler." Hannibal smiled, though it was an unsettling one that Blake did not trust.

Blake pursed her lips, "Okay then." She let out a breath as she exited through the front door.

A walk through the woods, while potentially therapeutic, could result in her murder so a trip back to the Bureau seemed in her best interest. Reviewing past evidence may reveal her target. May reveal Hannibal as what Will believes him to be. What Will knows. Seeing that no one at the Bureau besides maybe Jack is suspicious enough to review the evidence, Blake's road was a lonely one.

That was.... until Blake saw Beverly that day. She was in the middle of looking through some files when Beverly showed up in her office. "Hello." Blake hummed, cocking her head. "Why are you here?" She asked bluntly.

"Nice." Beverly chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I think…. I have a way we can get some evidence that points to Hannibal." She confessed, taking a seat across from Blake.

Blake let out a light breath, leaning back into her chair as she narrowed her eyes at the woman in front of her. In some ways, she looked like an intimidating principal. "And where did this suddenly come from?" She inquired, cautious.

"I investigated the mural artist. He's missing organs. A kidney among other things." Beverly said, a disgusted look in her eyes. "Before Will…. Went to the hospital he figured out the Chesapeake Ripper was also eating his victims." She explained, tapping her fingers on the desk in front of her.

Blake guided her pen to her mouth, holding it between her teeth as she got lost in thought. "Do you have a plan to get said evidence?" She asked, taking the pen away from her lips.

"I do. But it's tricky and you won't like it." Beverly admitted, pursing her lips in distaste for what she was about to recommend.

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Finding Hannibal's house was easy, it screamed him. The architecture certainly was gothic and the house itself was tall with sweeping windows and small details Blake couldn't quite make out but they were there. As Blake made her way to the front door she cursed at herself for accepting this plan, especially the part where she had to wear a dress in this weather. It felt like hell. Blake adjusted her dress, thankful she had long enough socks to reach her knees. For the longest time, she didn't really dive deep into her closet but this was a special circumstance. It needed to go to plan or else she might become Hannibal's next meal. But still…. Who knew what she would be eating.

Blake let out a breath to relieve some tension in her body. She saw the warm air from within her reach the cool outside. She would have found it marvelous if she wasn't about to knock on a possible murderers door. Blake shook herself slightly before she pressed against the doorbell attached to Hannibal's house. Now, Blake had never had the chance to go to Hannibal's home for dinner before–that was Jack's thing. Maybe she could have asked Jack instead but Hannibal seemed to have this certain–and sudden…. Interest in her.

"Good evening, Blake." Hannibal answered the door a few seconds later. "I'm glad you accepted my invitation for dinner." He smiled. The one that gave you a false sense of security.

Hannibal wore his typical attire. A perfectly tailored three piece suit, this time in a deep blue. Blake's favorite color. The suit was paired with a simple white button-up and a deep red–blood–tie. If Blake didn't think he was a murderer, he might think he was attractive. Although, maybe she could objectify him anyway. Murderers, more so cannibals, did not deserve courtesy or respect.

Time to turn up the charm, Blake. That was, if she could learn how to move. She froze, for only a moment but it was noticeable. "Sorry…. Yes, um, I must admit I've been waiting. Jack compliments your cooking constantly." Blake admitted, mustering up a light smile.

Hannibal hummed out, nodding. "No need to apologize, I understand." He said kindly. But it felt wrong to Blake. A lot about him started to feel wrong. Hannibal let the tall woman inside, gently pulling her coat from her shoulders to put it on the hooks next to his door. "Dinner is almost ready, I just have to plate it." He explained as he led Blake into the dining room.

Blake pursed her lips as Hannibal left for the kitchen. The dining room certainly was as Will described it, cobalt blue walls with antlers above a mantle and a long table fit to dine at least ten. She ran a hand through her hair as she looked out the glass door behind the head of the table. It was snowing outside, a chilling cold that not even she could truly melt. That, she could accept. But Will believing he was pure ice was something she could not.

Soon, Blake heard Hannibal's footsteps get close so she sat at the table. It was then that she realized there was a glass near her place that was already there. Inside the glass was a dark liquid, causing Blake to glare at it. She picked it up carefully and brought the glass to her nose.

"Knowing your aversion for straight alcohol, I decided to mix an Old Fashioned for you." Hannibal explained as he set the plates down, one in front of Blake while the other was placed across from her. "It's my own recipe so that's why it's darker than usual." He then sat down.

Blake hummed, not trying to think of what else could be inside it. She took a sip of it and had to admit that it was very good. "I usually don't…. Like dark liquor but this is good." She said genuinely as she looked down at her plate. It certainly looked interesting….

Hannibal smiled with pride in his eyes, as if he accomplished the most important thing in the world. "For dinner, since you have admitted to having a more…. Simple palette, I've prepared a popular French dish." A hint of amusement was in his voice. "Steak-Frites."

"Oh? Allons-nous faire un voyage en France?" Blake asked teasingly as she grabbed her fork and knife, a voice screaming in the back of her head that this was a bad idea. The things we do for our job, huh?

Hannibal cocked his eyebrow at Blake before he smirked, "Si tu veux." He shrugged slightly, cutting into his dinner to take a bite.

The man at the table watched as Blake took a bite of her own dinner. It was unsettling to say the least. It felt voyeuristic, the way Hannibal watched the fork enter and exit her lips. Or how he might have even admired the whites of her teeth.

But as dinner continued, Blake's plan slowly went into motion. A flaw an eater like Blake had–for the simple fact that her two front teeth had a slight gap in between them–was that she happened to often get food stuck between them. Usually, it would bother her to no end and she would complain about it until she had the opportunity to floss but this wasn't the time for that. If she complained, Hannibal might have an inkling of an idea of what she was trying to do.

It absolutely pained Blake to find her meal good but at the same time, she was resisting the urge to go to the bathroom and empty her stomach.

As the night came to a close, Blake and Hannibal both went to the front door. "You can come over any time you'd like. I imagine it gets hard to see Will everyday." Hannibal hummed as Blake pulled her coat on her shoulders.

"It doesn't." Blake said her first honest thing that night. "But I may take you up on that offer for dinner again." She smiled softly as she exited the door for her car.

Once inside her car, Blake let her shoulders drop and covered her mouth. She clamped her eyes shut, not wanting to imagine what she really put in her mouth but she needed to go back to the Bureau to have Beverly analyze the meat in between her teeth. Blake let her head fall onto the steering wheel as she held it tight in her hands, trying to stabilize her breathing. It wouldn't be good if she crashed her car and possibly destroyed the only evidence they had against Hannibal.

Gathering herself, Blake started up her car. To the Bureau she went.

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With Blake's mouth open, Beverly used a sharp tool to scrape the tissue in between her teeth. "Got it." She said as she set it on a petri dish. "Now, we have to analyze it." Beverly gave the dish to Brian so he could do the analyzing.

Blake stood from the metallic table, adjusting her jaw. "How long should that take?" She asked.

"Not long! It's fairly easy to tell if something is human or not." Jimmy explained before he pursed his lips. "I still can't believe we're investigating Doctor Lecter. He seems so…. Normal."

Blake rolled her eyes, "Hannibal literally rhymes with cannibal, Jimmy." She shook her head, running a hand through her hair in frustration.

The room seemed to quiet at that observation until Jack spoke, "Well, it is a real European name." He countered.

"Do you know anyone else with the name Hannibal?" Blake asked, eyes seemingly unimpressed. No one combated that comment. "That's what I thought." She huffed.

Brain blinked in disbelief as he leaned away from the microscope before he looked into it again.

"What is it, Zeller?" Jack asked, authority completely lacing his voice. He wanted his answer now, no second guesses. Or second looks. What was there was there.

"It's…. Meat. Human meat." Brain explained. His expression was one of pure disgust, looking away from the microscope.

Hearing it was so much worse. So, so much worse. Blake covered her mouth with her hand again and practically ran to the bathroom, a chorus of voices yelling after her.

Once gone, Beverly pursed her lips. "Can't say I blame her. She had to eat it." She huffed out a breath while Jack looked down at the floor.

Hannibal was a murderer. And it was right under Jack's nose as his best profiler was pointing in Hannibal's direction and he ignored it. Sure, he had his suspicions but he couldn't do much with that. Until Blake showed that he possibly could. In some ways, it was embarrassing. That even Jack was so dense that he couldn't see it.

Thank God for Blake Adler.

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"Allons-nous faire un voyage en France?" = Are we taking a trip to France?

"Si tu veux." = If you want.

#oc #hugh dancy x oc #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #will is in jail !#will graham is soft #will graham x oc #will graham #will graham x blake adler #blake adler #hannibal #hannibal lecter #nbc hannibal #prisons and jails #jack crawford #will is no longer in jail #we did it boys

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 8 months

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Five things the Unification Church taught me that are wrong

March 2, 2015

Source: https://modernaliceinwonderland.wordpress.com/2015/02/28/5-things-the-unification-church-taught-me-that-is-wrong/

1) Sun Myung Moon is the Messiah First off, this statement is completely invalid. For years I was made to believe that this random Korean man was visited by Jesus and was told to continue his mission on Earth. But where’s the proof? How do we know that Sun Myung Moon didn’t just make all of this up to gain fame and fortune? There is so much political controversy surrounding this man that it makes it hard to believe that he is the messiah. I have a hard time following a central figure of any kind because I believe that all of us on this Earth are equal under the eyes of God; we are all his children. I think the Unification Church focuses too much on the Rev Moon as their central figure, and that blinds them to seeing the bigger picture.

2) If You Have Sex before Marriage, You Will go to Hell While I do believe that sex is a sacred act that should only be shared with someone you truly are in love with (and not some random stranger), I think the Unification Church puts too much of a negative view on sex before marriage. In our church, if you have sex before marriage, you are considered to not be in the church anymore, and many parents and other members of the community will shun you or look down upon you. I personally think staying abstinent until marriage would be ideal, but I would never judge someone else on their personal choices. And if I fell in love with someone and we were dating for a long time and I knew that we were serious, I wouldn’t be opposed to having sex before marriage. Many people in the church get married young just so that they can be “allowed” to have sex and not be judged for it. But to me, that is such backwards thinking, because then it degrades the idea of marriage and makes it into more of just a formality instead of a sacred pact with God.

3) Flirting is Bad and You Shouldn’t Do it In all my experience going to summer church camps, one of the main ideas that were instilled into our brains was that flirting with someone of the opposite gender was strongly discouraged, and I noticed that all the other young people would gossip about those who did. This fear of having the other young people judge me, made me basically avoid talking to most of the boys altogether and caused me to be more shy around them. Whenever a boy and girl would be alone together and talk and hangout a lot, people would start rumors about them and whisper about them behind their backs, which I think is extremely rude.

4) Getting Married to Someone You Just Met is the Way to Go This is another big one. In our church, we practice basically what can be considered an arranged marriage. Traditionally everyone in the church would get assigned a partner, meet their husband/wife and get married that same day. This was more my parents generation, so although some people still do it this way, many are choosing to have more of a decision in who they are getting married to, and rightfully so. I’m thankful that my parents relationship worked out well and they were quite compatible, because I know a lot of other couples that tried to make it work but they were just too different and it didn’t end well. The whole concept of arranged marriage in our church is scary really, and although there are a lot of great people in our community, you never know what kind of person they could turn out to be.

5) You Must Suffer to Feel Closer to God So many members in this church are convinced with the notion that one must suffer and put aside their own well-being in order to be a good person and be close to God. One of the biggest mantras in our church is “Live for the sake of others” which is a great rule to live by, but some members take it a little too seriously. For example, a lot of the older members have given thousands of dollars to the church over their lifetime to Rev Moon which caused them to live impoverished lives and scramble to even get food on the table. Meanwhile, Rev Moon has collected their wealth and sits comfortably in his mansions. There’s also the strange practice of “ansu” where members would beat each others backs heavily and repeatedly to supposedly get the bad spirits out. First of all, this is completely illogical and not to mention dangerous; I’ve seen people walk out with their backs covered in bruises. I think the church exploits a lot of its members strong sense of obedience and needing to belong, which really makes me sad. My dad had a restaurant business and he gave almost 100% of his profits to the Rev Moon out of blind faith, but we never saw that money ever again. If it weren’t for the church, my family wouldn’t be as impoverished, wouldn’t have thousands of dollars of loans, and would be able to afford for me to go to college. So, I’m not really sure where I stand in terms of my religion, but being raised in the Unification Church and having all these ideas shoved down my throat has made me stop and reevaluate what they really practice. I don’t know if I really consider myself a true “moonie” anymore, but there sure are a lot of things they preach that I just don’t agree with, and I challenge you to take a step back and ask yourself if you truly agree with all the ideas YOUR religion teaches, and don’t be afraid to have your own opinions even if they contradict what you were raised to believe.

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Fear and Loathing at Cheongpyeong

The six ‘wives’ of Sun Myung Moon

#unification church #sun myung moon #moonies #hak ja han #family federation for world peace and unification #cheongpyeong

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Ca school board mocks parents

One parent said in the comments of the recall petition: "My kids deserve better than this violent and uncaring bunch of bullies. Parents are upset and there is an online petition calling for the board to resign or be recalled. "It's really unfortunate they want to pick on us. "They don't know what goes on behind the scenes," said Brizendine. The board also talks about making parents call in and record their public comments rather than making them appear live in a meeting and the recording would cut them off at exactly three minutes.īoard member Lisa Brizendine said in the video that the public forgets that there are real people on the other side of the letters. In the video, board member Kim Beede uses expletives in talking about parents. Some members of a school board in Northern California were caught making controversial comments about parents during a portion of an online meeting they thought was private but wasn't. I know that our students deserve better from us," read a part of the statement but that hasn't stopped more parents into signing the petition.A petition is growing for members of the Oakley Union Elementary School District to resign after some of them were caught on video making inappropriate remarks about parents during a meeting they thought was private. I am responsible and accountable and I am truly sorry for what took place. I will not make excuses for what happened or why it happened. I know that we lost trust with the community. "The comments made were not in alignment with our vision and are definitely not what any of us stand for as leaders. School Superintendent Greg Hetrick had to release a statement addressing the scandal. For video troubleshooting and help click here. Orange County mom Misty Griffin has attended a lot of OCPS School Board meetings recently, including Tuesdays. But by that time the damage was already done. California mother reacts to profanity-ridden hot mic moment of school board slamming parents. The countys COVID-19 mask policy has been a hotly debated topic in recent months. However, the board members later realized that their comments could be heard and stopped. "I thought the board members were also advocates for my child and had her best interests at heart and after last night's incident it really has me thinking that they don't," yet another parent said. Several parents left comments, with one saying: "My kids deserve better than this violent and uncaring bunch of bullies."Īnother parent Lisa Brizendine who was one of the mute participants during the meeting could be heard saying: "They don't know what we behind the scenes, and it's really unfortunate that they want to pick on us because they want their babysitters back." More than 2,500 parents have so far signed the petition. The online petition demanding resignation of the board members They have now come together and signed a petition titled 'Oakley Union Elementary School District Board Members - Resign immediately or be recalled'. Unfortunately, the members didn't realize that they rude jokes could be heard by the parents who felt extremely offended and hurt. "My brother had a delivery service for medical marijuana and he delivered to parents while their kids were at school," Masadas said. They want their babysitters back," she can be heard saying during the meeting.Īnd then came one of the most controversial statements from board member Richie Masadas, who implied on the call that parents just want their kids back in school so they can sit home and smoke pot. It's really unfortunate they want to pick on us. "They don't know what goes on behind the scenes. She was soon joined by another member Lisa Brizendine who said that some parents think of teachers as their personal babysitters. The rude joke inspired others to join in. "B**ch, if you are going to call me out I am going to f**k you up! Sorry! That's just me," Beede can be heard mocking parents, while other board members start giggling.īut that's not where things stopped. When the other members confirmed that it was private and no one could hear them speaking, Beede started imitating herself and threatening parents who had written letters about school re-openings.

#Ca school board mocks parents

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kind of in a writing slump but here's knight!samu being a simp

"osamu?"

at the sound of his name - his name, not sir miya, or sir, or anything of the like - the knight looks up from his place at the door. it makes him feel faint, the sound of his name falling from your lips.

"yes, your highness?"

you gently close your book, wringing your hands in your lap as you lift your gaze to meet his. "if i wish to discuss something...slightly controversial, will you swear that it stays between us?"

he can't help the upward twitch of his lips at playing the part of your confidante (as he usual does). "will i tell your father, you mean?"

you simply hum in confirmation, waiting.

"i was appointed your personal retainer, your highness. i serve only you, not your father."

the smile that you grace his answer with is soft, crooked smile. not the painted and practiced grin you wear to greet visiting nobles and the masses of civilians. that smile is pleasant, yes, but osamu thinks that this smile, a little imperfect but wholly genuine, is breathtaking, world-consuming. a smile he'd gladly fall to his knees for—

"what do you think of lord shinsuke?"

the joy of seeing your smile quickly dims at the mention of your betrothed.

(for a second he feels foolish, being sweet on a princess, his charge.)

but osamu is nothing but honest, so he shifts in place, chewing on his words before offering, "he's a good man."

the worst part about this is that it's true. shinsuke is a good man. on the occasions the noble had come to pay you a visit, osamu's had the absolute pleasure of accompanying you both— as a guard of course. always walking three steps behind, putting you just barely out of reach.

he's always kind to you. greeting you with a chaste kiss to the back of your hand and a formal bow, all polite and proper. he's beloved by the capitol's civilians and respected by those in his territory. he's well and truly good. marrying him would be good for the kingdom and...good for you.

"i see," you murmur, "shinsuke is...yes, he's very kind to me. it'd be an honour to be married to him." your smile's weak as you deliver your rehearsed statement, the one you give each time you're congratulated on the engagement. "it's the right thing to do."

a glance at your lap confirms that you're wringing your hands a little tighter now. osamu's seen you do that on various occasions, but primarily when you're about to make a contradictory statement.

so osamu leans his lance against the wall and abandons his post by your door, instead moving to sit beside you at the windowsill. he may be your retainer, but he's your friend first and foremost. while atsumu governs their territory back home, osamu chose this. chose to relinquish his position as an heir to train as a knight and protect king and country.

(to protect you.)

his knee brushes yours as he murmurs your name, not your title, voice low enough only for you to hear, as he asks, "are you okay?"

you just give a small nod, hesitating a little as you turn to stare out the window, at the kingdom that will become yours on the day you marry shinsuke and your father's crown is resized to fit your head.

"shin and i...we like each other well enough, but not the way they want us to. we hardly know each other," you admit slowly. "my parents say that it's normal, that we'll learn to eventually but—" you cut yourself off, pursing your lips together tightly as if you'd been caught blaspheming.

"it's still not what you want," he finishes for you, and a very sick, twisted part of him is relieved.

but knowing you're unhappy quickly trumps it.

"it's not." you shake your head a little, squeezing your eyes shut momentarily as you release a breath. "marrying him is the right thing to do, but i just can't imagine—"

"the right thing isn't always the best thing. you're allowed to be upset about it."

"is it selfish of me, though?" you ask quietly. "to put myself and my feelings before the kingdom's?"

osamu swore to put the kingdom's needs before his own too, but he just can't when yours are involved. "it's not selfish," he promises. "you deserve to be with someone who truly knows you."

you draw back with a huff, leaning your head against the window. there's a pregnant pause between you both, your brows furrowed, your frown only deepening. "well, that certainly limits my options, doesn't it?"

and osamu realizes you've no idea who exactly he was talking about. you had no idea of the effect you've had on him, and someone so oblivious of their charms was just as dangerous as any opponent he might face on the battlefield.

but unlike in the circumstances of a life-threatening battle, he didn't need to be brave and bold or gallant and strong for this. he just needed to be honest.

so he reaches for your hands, which are still clasped in your lap. you let him take one, brushing his thumb across the back as he sighs.

"you prefer coffee to tea."

you blink at him, waiting.

so he goes on. "your favourite flowers are tulips. red ones. you like the sound of rain, but hate thunderstorms. you don't like wearing your circlet when it's windy because your hair gets caught between the jewels."

you tangle your fingers with his, and maybe it's wishful thinking, but he thinks you're blushing.

"and when you were little you wanted to be a knight. a pegasus knight, because your favourite book character is one."

you're fixing him with an even gaze now, and osamu returns it. "i never told anyone that."

"you told me."

your lips twitch back up into that crooked smile that he loves as he brings the back of your hand to his own. he doesn't kiss it, just resting the weight of them there as he murmurs, "getting to know you is the greatest honour i've ever been bestowed, your highness."

you squeeze his hand gently, the sensation eliciting a lightning strike to his heart. "you flatter me, sir knight."

"if i wished to flatter you, your highness, then i would say that your beauty shines brighter than a lantern in the dead of night."

you roll your eyes and laugh at that, but don't let go of his hand, and osamu thinks that maybe...maybe you'd never been so far out of reach after all.

#osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!

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The Clipboard Power Play

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

This is a bonus chapter (2.5) for The Fire You Start series, but it can also be read as a stand-alone! I’m so happy to see so many of you like the series so far!! I hope you this one too, enjoy x

Summary: After putting Toto in his place at work, he gives you a taste of your own medicine at night, teaching you a hard lesson.

Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, spanking (guess with what..😈)

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As Toto’s press officer you often had to disagree with him and his controversial statements, so, to a man with an ego as big as his you had to stand your ground and show you tough side. During a board meeting you sternly put him in is place. The public announcement he wanted to put out was simply too compromising for the public image, slamming the clipboard in your hand on the table as you make your point. You telling him off, gave the others the confidence to also state their opinions, and suddenly the whole board room sided with you, against Toto.

When the meeting was over you stood up confidently, clipboard in hand, and wished everyone a nice rest of their day, while you internally gave yourself a pat on the back for a job well done. But in the hallway you suddenly felt a powerful yank at your arm and with Toto’s head next to yours, he whispered, "Makes you feel all powerful, huh? Turning everyone against me like that." With his body behind yours you could feel his hard cock press against you, and you buck your hips into him. "Aw, did that hurt your big ego, being put in your place by a tiny girl like me?" You feel his cock twitch in your back. "Bring the clipboard tonight, I'll have to teach you a lesson."

You had a date planned at his house later that evening, which was all you could think about throughout the day. When he opened the door he strongly pulled you in by your arm and slammed the door shut. He picked you up and pinned you against the wall, wasting no time. He kissed you vigorously, your legs locking around his waist, so you could feel the bulge in his pants grow stiff. You rocked your hips against his, clenching your legs tighter, making you wetter with every movement, while he sucked on the sensitive spot in you neck. "You didn't make daddy very happy today and you know what happens to bad girls... Where is it?" Trying to catch your breath you nodded towards your purse that you threw on the couch and he walked over, telling you to lean both knees against the front of the couch with your face down.

He rumbled through your bag as you sat there waiting obediently. He patted the clipboard with his hand when he walked back to you, making you ache between your thighs. He pulled up your dress and gently started kneading the soft skin of your butt before giving it a hard spank that made your whole body shake. You were breathing heavily, taking in the pain and pleasure the sting of the blow gave you. He started stroking the soft skin again as you moaned incomprehensible words.

"You don't feel so powerful now, no? When the clipboard is in my hand."

He took his hand off you, stepped back and spanked the clipboard against your ass. The sensitive spot on your ass stung even more. Desperately you tried to hold on to the fabric of the sofa, your knuckles turning white. “Daddy is going to have to teach you a lesson.”

Within seconds you felt the second and third blow of the plastic board against your ass. You felt his hands gliding up and down your dripping folds to check how wet he was making you. “Such a good girl for daddy.” Toto loved it how you were so powerful at work, but submissive when the two of you were alone and he took every chance he had to show you just how powerful and dominating he could be.

He threw the clipboard on the sofa, and started kissing the red, sensitive spots on you ass. You feel his warm tongue stroking against your skin and he bites down. As if he had caught his prey in a hunt. Your hips trembled and you felt your muscles tighten. He moved his hands towards your clit, rubbing it gently. “Are you going to be a good girl?” You nod and with difficulty you manage to moan a soft ‘yes’.

“That’s my girl.”

The metal noise of his belt being opened sounded like music to your ears and you bit your lip in anticipation for what’s to come. You close your eyes and feel the tip of his cock stroking against your wet lips. With one quick thrust he spread you inner walls, his large shaft barely fitting in your tight pussy. He pounds into you with a steady pace as you adjust to his size. You reach one hand back to hold his arm, digging your nails in his skin. Seeing you quiver like that made his arousal uncontrollable and he started increasing the pace to an unrelenting tempo. All you could do was moan loudly inbetween your gasps for air.

“Like that, make daddy hear how much you like it.”

He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you up, your back against his chest and his head buried in your neck, giving you intense kisses and love bites. He continued thrusting his hips into you and you rolled your hips in the rhythm of his pace. Grunts coming out of his voice and he places his hand on you throat, pressing on your veins making the heat rise to your head. You tilt your head back on his chest allowing him take full control over you whole body. His fingers rub your throbbing clit sending you into overdrive and your whole body began to shake. “You like it when daddy touches you like that, don’t you?”

He pushed you forward on the sofa, face down ass up, with him stuffed deep inside you, stretching walls at a brutal pace. He slapped the tender skin of your ass making your pussy drip around him. You arched your hips to give it just the right angle, letting his cock pound into your g-spot. Your breathing became unsteady and his grunts became deeper. With two hands grabbing your ass he thrusted deeper. Your tense muscles lose all power and your inner walls start pulsating against his shaft. “F-fuck, babygirl!!” With one powerful thrust he makes you enter a total state of euphoria, and you feel his cum shoot inside you. With your hand still grabbing his you your nail big deep in his skin, as you struggle to keep your balance.

He leans forward to press a soft kiss on your temple and hugs you from behind while you try to get back to reality. He lays you down on your back, and gets a towel to clean you up. “Was I too rough?” Toto always wanted to make sure you’re okay, because the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. You hug him tight, “No, you were perfect.” He smiled with relief, kissed you on your lips and covered you with a warm blanket. “So, about this date we had planned.. I will cook for us, you just relax and watch your favourite series, you deserve it. Want some wine?” You nod, and you watch Toto disappear in the kitchen, realising how genuinely happy you are, falling head over heels for this man.

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Masterlist + More Toto Smut:

The Fire you Start (Series):

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

Champagne Soaked (one-shot)

A Ride to Remember (one-shot)

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Les Fleurs du Mal Chapter 2 | Pierre Gasly

Summary: Sava Dvorakova had big dreams for Formula One. An opportunity of a lifetime comes around, so she takes it and runs. She proved just about everyone wrong, and is awarded a very controversial seat on the F1 grid. There’s smiles and grins, hugs and kisses, love and laughter. There’s tears and sobs, fights and break ups. There’s evil where you least expect it, hidden in the garden of eden. The Flowers of Evil.

Warnings: a lot of swearing, shitty parents (they’re a recurring theme), sexism, i ignored a lot of actual f1 rules because i couldn’t be bothered writing it into the story tbh, yuki is fcking adorable, a lot of smut eventually, like a lot.

Sava woke up on Friday with no intention of getting out of bed before noon. And then realised that she wasn’t in her bed, it was a hotel room. The memories and realities of her current situation made her head spin, and with a shit eating grin on her face, she jumped out of bed and into the shower. Feeling as though she should stay on brand, Sava pulled on a white pleated skirt and tucked the oversized Carlin shirt into the waistband. She braided her hair while it was still a little wet, knowing it would be easier than the kerfuffle she had yesterday trying to walk, carry a helmet, and braid at the same time. Combat boots, a phone, and paddock pass later and Sava was leaving the hotel room to meet Amelia in the cafeteria-like space on the ground floor to have breakfast and chat about the agenda for the day before they headed to the track.

Unbeknownst to Sava, a number of the F1 drivers were staying at the same hotel, and when she stepped into the room, eyes focused on finding other Carlin shirts, many heads turned her way. Obviously, news about a girl in a Carlin race suit with pink hair had spread into the formula one paddock quite quickly. Sava gave up on trying to find her assistant when she had no luck, preferring to make her way to the coffee bench to make herself a very sweet black coffee over ice. While the coffee began brewing, she turned her back to the bench, taking another look out over the crowds of people at tables to try and find her friends again, only to see that 75% of the room was already looking at her, and those that weren’t were whispering to the people that were. The poor girl looked like a deer in the headlights, and apparently one man couldn’t see her like that, as he stood from his table and walked toward her. He was still metres away and Sava was already having to strain her neck to look up at him.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bombard you like this while you’re already quite overwhelmed. But I can tell you’re a bit lost. Would you like to come and sit with me until you find your team?” The man asked, his accent was distinctly French, and Sava kicked herself for not instantly recognising the man as Esteban Ocon.

“Oh my, yes please! This is my first time outside of karting, let alone in the actual F2 paddock, so I’m so lost and don’t know anyone.” Sava giggled, finishing up making her super sweet coffee and following Esteban’s stride toward a table of black and yellow clad people, along with the unmistakable grin of Daniel Ricciardo.

“I’m Esteban, by the way. I think I heard your name was Dvarokova?” The Frenchman questioned after a few beats of silence, realising that the 5’1 woman couldn’t walk as quickly as he.

“Ah, Dvorakova. Don’t worry about messing up the pronunciation, I misspell it sometimes. My name is Sava, but pretty much everyone calls me Bunny.” Sava replied with a giggle at the butchering of her surname. She couldn’t blame anyone, it was a hard enough name to most Eastern Europeans, she couldn’t even imagine how some of the nationalities in the paddock would pronounce it.

“Bunny. That’s quite cute.” Esteban mused, and they finally reached the rowdy table of Renault employees.

“Guys, this is Bunny. She’s going to sit with us cause she’s new and can’t find anyone from Carlin.” Esteban introduced, and a round of wolf whistles sounded as she threw up a peace sign, then took the seat next to Esteban, across from Daniel.

“Hi, I’m Danny. You’re such a little cutie.” Daniel introduced, leaning his arm over to poke at Sava’s cheeks that immediately heated up in a flaming blush. Another round of oohs and ahs went through the table and Sava giggled again.

“Pipe down, I’m only 17.” In immediate reaction to her statement, Daniel threw his hands up in surrender, his eyes connecting with a few guys nearby who all laughed at his expression.

“Way to make a man feel like a pedo.” Daniel mumbled, and more chuckles reverberated around the group who heard. The team all spoke to Sava with interest and respect, something she didn’t expect she would be getting before she had even gotten into a car. After about fifteen minutes, she spotted Yuki walking through the door with Amelia, and excused herself quickly, exchanging fist bumps with everyone she passed along the Renault table. When she got to the end, she met Yuki and Amelia with surprised looks on their faces before the three found a small table by the window to finally sit down and eat.

“How ready are you Bunny?” Yuki asked later on that morning while the two pulled their race suits up and made final preparations. Sava looked over at him nervously as she tucked her pink braids into the suit.

“Considering I’ve only ever driven a go-kart or a Hyundai I-20, I’m shitting myself. But I’m confident enough in my karting ability to do well-enough here. How about you? Amelia told me you have a seat at Alpha Tauri next season, are you still nervous about these races or are you a cool guy about it?” Sava hit back, smiling at her first friend in serious motorsport, who she could tell she would miss if she made it into F2 next year like Dr Marko had suggested.

“I still want to do well so that they don’t think they’ve made a mistake. But I’m not as nervous as I was when I didn’t know if I’d have a seat.” The Japanese man replied, and pulled on his balaclava, Sava following shortly after. They made eye contact, their mouths obscured by the fabric, and burst out laughing. Amelia guided Sava away so that she could get her helmet on and have one final chat with the engineer she would be hearing in her ears for the weekend. Yuki ran over just before Sava jumped in the car and slapped the top of her helmet, just like her uncle Sebastian had done before every race and she smiled the biggest she probably ever has. With a quick hug to Yuki and another scolding glance from Amelia, Sava climbed into her car for her first ever free practice in a single seater.

“Radio check.” Sava spoke, her voice wobbling slightly as she felt the rumble of the car beneath her.

“Confirm, Bunny. Hop to it.” Her engineer, Marcus, stated with amusement in his voice. Sava audibly laughed as she stepped on the accelerator, rolling out of the garage when she got the signal. Driving through the pitlane was surreal, and Sava knew she’d be feeling that a lot throughout the weekend. She ran two warm-up laps, getting acquainted with the car and testing the responsiveness of the brakes and the throttle. Once her tyres were at the right temperature, she got a radio message to give it hell, and so she did.

It was complete radio silence in the Carlin garage as everyone, including Yuki, sat and watched the rookie on her first hot-lap. She got a purple first sector, green second sector, and purple third sector, putting herself at the very top of the timing tower. While the practice session had only been active for around eight minutes, she had already beat two other drivers who had put in preliminary hot laps. Marcus relayed the time to Sava, and when she asked for the fastest time out of a qualifying session from the year prior, she groaned in frustration.

“Can I run a few more out laps and get comfortable with the responsiveness? I know I can do better.” Sava pleaded, and Marcus quickly agreed. If she thought she could get a better time than the one she had already given them, then hell they’d let her run all day. After four out-laps, she was brought in for a quick refuel and to look over the data of her hot-lap in comparison to Yuki’s. He was braking later, but Sava was getting better acceleration out of the corners. She knew now just how good the brakes were and considering she was known throughout the European karting scene for braking extremely late, she knew she could get better times, and maybe knock a few tenths off her entire lap. By the time she was finished looking at the data, everyone on the grid had put in multiple flying laps, and she was confident that whatever she pulled out now would be a decent comparison of her speed to the rest of the grid. With two more out-laps to get her tyres and brakes at the perfect temperature, she was off again.

Purple first sector, purple second sector, purple third sector.

As her name flew up the timing table, the Carlin garage waited with baited breath, to finally see Sava Dvorakova land at P1, four tenths quicker than the next fastest, Juri Vips.

“No fucking way.” Amelia mumbled, her eyes trained on the initials of the girl she had been following around for the past two days. Similar reactions were happening over in the Renault garage, many of the team who spoke with the girl earlier that morning tuned in to catch the first performance.

Qualifying later that day followed a very similar pattern. Finishing P2 behind Juri Vips, their times separated by one one-thousandth of a second. The real test was to see if the Czech could keep up the pace in their sprint and feature races over the next two days.

Those boys had hell to pay, and sure as shit, Sava was gonna come collect.

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jikookuntold · 3 years

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I Can’t Believe We Are Still Talking About This!

Disclaimer: The post you are going to read here, is my personal opinions, plus some evidence. A part of the incidents I mention in this post, is my own observation and the rest came from some trustable sources but yet I don’t claim to be 100% true because first, the sources can be wrong, second, the human mind is tricky and a long time has passed so I can’t claim everything I remember is true. Some of the incidents could get fact-checked, but some couldn’t because the receipts are gone.

First, I had no intention to write about this controversial subject because many people don’t like to bring this up, and I was with them, but it seems people have many questions about it, and they don’t know the details of the incidents. So, I concluded that maybe it’s not bad if we open up a little bit and discuss this subject from different points of view with more details.

But again, I have to clarify this post is not factual, it’s just the things I remember about the subject in a ranting way. This incident had and still has so many unclear aspects, and everything we say or claim is just a theory. I’m not intended to shade or hate anyone, therefore I’m not going to mention any full names here.

TW: Rumor, Suicide, Scandal, Conspiracy Theory

The Break

You all might know about the break the members had in summer 2019. When their Japan tour ended, and they did some shooting and interviews (like Summer Package), the LDF concert on August 11th was their last schedule and based on BH statement, they were free for 30 to 35 days.

At this time, the members posted updates about being on vacation, but there was not much coming from JK and JM, except JK posting on weverse about staying awake and eating ramen and JM thanking him for eating ramen because of him (it was interesting that JM answered JK’s post about ramen at the same week we had the run episode moment where JK told JM “This is my heart” while putting ramen in his plate). After that, JM posted the videos of Run bottle cap challenge on August 26th.

Anyways, it was pretty clear that JM and JK were together on their days off for at least two weeks since JK mentioned in Bon Voyage 4 (their first schedule after the break) that he didn’t meet any of the members except JM and JH in his days off and since JH was the resident of the same complex, this kinda approved the theory of living with JM. JM also approved this theory, but we will go on that later.

The Rumors

In late August (27th or later) JM’s photos in Paris leaked, and JK was seen in Seoul eating churros, and a photo of his knuckle tattoos started to spread. Everyone was confused, and it was too soon to believe anything. After JM coming back from Paris for JK’s birthday, and leaving for Hawaii the next morning (as he explained in his 12th October Vlive, that year) things started to get weird. I know I didn’t bring up the Paris incidents, and I don’t want to, because it has nothing to do with the subject.

I still haven’t mentioned the subject directly, but I think most of you have guessed it right. In early September 2019, the rumors of JK going to a tattoo shop in Seoul started to spread. At first, the majority of the fandom didn’t take it seriously since the tattoo shop denied the rumors of JK being there, and even the photo of someone backhugging a short-haired girl claiming to be JK got mostly ignored because the photo was low quality and the man in it didn’t look like him that much. This was the time we heard the news about JK going to Geoje Island for vacation, alone, after visiting his family in Busan.

The real deal started when he appeared at the airport on September 16th (the day they were leaving for filming Bon Voyage4 in New Zealand) when we saw his knuckle tattoos, and the rumors turned out to be true. At first, we were excited about him getting tattoos without even knowing if they are permanent or not. But on the same day, the storm came. A photo of JK (this one was clearly him) sitting with that short-haired girl, (LM) eating lunch broke the internet.

The photo was taken from an angle to make it look like they were together alone, but at least two other people (later we found out they were more) were already there, and it was nothing like the date the person behind the camera was trying to make it look. The hugging photo which was taken from the CCTV of a karaoke room resurfaced along with the restaurant photo, and at this time, almost everyone in the fandom started to believe that they are dating.

The Statements

The mess on social media was getting bigger, and everyone was waiting for an official statement from both sides. BH released the statement a few hours later, denying the rumors and no further explanation. Almost one day passed, and there was nothing from LM, not even a single word. Finally, she posted a statement on her Instagram account (which gained a crazy amount of followers, and she didn’t even go on private the whole time).

The statement was extremely shady and been deleted a few hours later. LM claimed that she wasn’t ignoring the situation, and she was afraid to say anything because she knew we won’t believe her. “I am not dating JK” she used this sentence twice in her statement, and at the end, she said “his “J M” tattoos are not our initials!” and made the situation way worse. But the funny thing is, this wasn’t even the shadiest thing she did.

As I said, she got lots of followers (nearly 100k) and interactions on her account and started to delete the negative comments as she should, but she liked multiple comments congratulating her, saying she and JK look good together and things like that. I heard she even liked a fan-art post, but it didn’t end here. When the member came back from New Zealand she posted a selfie with the caption “I have missed you”. At this point, it was clear that she was enjoying the situation and acting shady to make it worse and fuel the rumors and stay on top of the news. But this wasn’t limited to herself because her colleagues at the tattoo shop weren’t any better.

In those days, one of the close friends of LM at the tattoo shop told an ARMY that LM has a boyfriend and there is nothing other than friendship between her and JK. And guess what? The Tattoo shop manager fired him the next day. What was the reason? Were those rumors a booster for their business, and they didn’t want them to die down? The number of followers and attention they gained at that time can approve my point. They were getting the best free promotion, any business could ever have.

Don’t Forget Me!

A few days later, when the public, started to forget the rumors, someone from the tattoo shop (I don’t remember if it was LM herself or her friend) talked to the media about the harassment they were getting from the ARMY to play the victim role. This again fueled everything and made us think over the situation. Was it all a frame for JK? The evidence suggests that it could.

Let’s go back a few days in the timeline of the events. Why JK chose that tattoo shop? Because his 97liner friends recommended him to go there (apparently this line of friends, have matching tattoos either) LM herself is a 97liner, and she is friends with plenty of idols, male and female, so they sounded pretty trustworthy. At the tattoo shop, they (LM and her tattoo shop colleagues) recommended JK to spend his days off at a guesthouse in Geoje Island, and based on LM’s Instagram posts, they were there days before JK, waiting for him, to make it look like they run into him accidentally? I don’t know, but this is a stalker's behavior

After having lunch with LM and her friends at the restaurant (where Sasaeng were there, ready to take photos), they went to a karaoke room and JK, who was pretty drunk (based on what the karaoke manager said later) backhugged LM. But the Sasaengs couldn’t be there to take photos, so they (allegedly) bribed the karaoke employee to show them the CCTV footage and took a low-quality picture of it.

The biggest question is, if the Sasaengs weren’t there, how did they know there is something worthy in the CCTV to check? The answer is they weren’t the main culprit, and karaoke or tattoo shop employees or both were cooperating with them. I mean karaoke employees definitely cooperated with Sasaengs, but the tattoo shop benefited the most. So why not? Anyways, that photo and that moment was the most “intimate” thing they could capture to use against JK.

JK went on that trip with his manager (The guesthouse manager gave out this information later, the part that was lacking in BH statement which could close the speculations way easier and earlier) and stayed at that guesthouse for two days to rest, but everything went wrong from there. This incident has three sides, LM and tattoo shop, the Sasaengs, who were following JK as their full-time job, and the media/industry which was trying to ruin JK’s image. I’m going to talk about all these three but let’s continue with the first one, LM and the tattoo shop.

Almost one month after the incident, LM’s friend interviewed with Korean media and claimed that ARMYs keep harassing her to the point that she wants to commit suicide. This was another attempt to bring everything back on top, but this time, it was disgusting because she did this interview right after one of the famous faces of Kpop committed suicide (October 14th, 2019). She used the situation and the public’s emotions to play the victim role on a higher level. Before this, many believed that she was a victim of some crazy Sasaengs, and she had nothing to do with the incident (I’m clearly talking about the people who didn’t think the rumors are true) but after that, it was clear that she is an attention seeker.

But I think she wasn’t just an attention seeker. She benefitted a lot from the situation. Her business blew up, she became one of the most famous non-celebrities in Korea (if not in the world), and she was literally shipping with one of the most popular men on the planet, who doesn’t like that? Anyways, LM had several friends, foreign older friends who were interacting with I-ARMYs for some unknown reasons, and one of them exposed something very interesting. She said she feels sorry for LM because she thought she had a chance with JK and that chance is long gone. Besides, people saw some conversations between LM and her friends on her Instagram comments about finding an idol boyfriend for her. These conversations happened before the incidents but it’s interesting since LM has several idol friends.

LM had another comeback to the media at the end of October and the next and the last update about the situation, happened in early December when BH stated that they (BH and LM!) are suing karaoke for leaking the photo. But after almost two years, we don’t know how this ended up. The last and probably the worst thing happened in the final episode of Bon Voyage when JK unnecessarily apologized for his behavior. I know JK himself, wanted to do this apology but he didn’t have done anything wrong and didn’t owe any apology to ARMY or anyone else, even if the rumors were true.

A New Ship on the Shore

After that, LM did nothing shady except posting photos of JK’s arm tattoos or someone with similar tattoos in December 2020 explaining their meanings, which was a weird action. After the rumors, JK didn’t visit that tattoo shop ever, and now, an artist who works with BH does his tattoos (the same artist who has done JM’s tattoos). LM announced on April 2021, that she has a boyfriend and some of JK/LM shippers, quitted their beloved ship after that. But not all of them.

We believed that the rumors weren’t true from the day JK and BH denied them, but many people didn’t. They were strongly believing that BH is hiding the truth because it’s Kpop and in this industry, idols are not allowed to date openly, so they had no choice but to deny any dating rumors. But this wasn’t their only reason for their denial. The main reason was the way JK was misunderstood and misrepresented by this fandom (I have a post about it, you can check it here).

At this point, there are people out there, shipping JK and LM. They bring several “proofs” for them being real such as:

1. Having similar tattoos: LM had designed and done JK’s tattoos, so it’s pretty normal for them to have the same style, especially the hand tattoos since he hasn’t changed or added anything on that part. But his arm tattoos have changed a lot, and you can’t see a similarity in them. Besides, knuckle tattoos are very common among tattoo lovers.

2. Having eyebrow piercing: This is another common trend. JK loves piercings and tattoos, and it means nothing, literally.

3. Similar drawings: This one is a little bit tricky and it needs a back story and a conspiracy theory. On 13th May 2020, BH released a Bangtan bomb from MAMA 2019 backstage, where JK drew a sketch of the moon and stars on a whiteboard. On the same day, people started to make a fuss, because LM had a design on her Instagram, very similar to JK’s improvised sketch. The date of her post was 11th December 2019, but the day JK drew that sketch, was December 4th (MAMA ceremony), and this means LM posted her design one week later. So who copied who? Does JK saw that design somewhere in that tattoo shop and had it in his mind, and drew it subconsciously? I don’t think so. Because JK improvised it in front of the camera, and it was originally his idea. Do I think BH has some insiders who took the photo of that sketch and showed it to LM, and she took the idea and made it hers? This is exactly what I think because I trust JK, not LM, nor BH. And the timing of the posts and Bangtan bomb is on my side. Preach!

That’s it. These are the only proofs people bring to say something is going on between them, and the funny thing is, this hasn’t ended even after April when LM announced that she is dating (apparently she had broken up with the last boyfriend right after the rumors started, definitely not sus, lol) The only reason people made a huge deal of those two photos, was one word: Heteronormativity. If LM were a man, none of this would have ever happened. But since this fandom is obsessed with the idea of het-JK, they bought these rumors eagerly. Back to the subject, as I said earlier, the other sides benefitted from this situation. I mean Sasaengs and the media/companies who had a part in the incidents.

Sasaengs always follow their targets and collect photos and videos of them, but they barely share anything publicly because they are criminals, and if they get busted they will be punished by the law. They have their isolated communities and share their information inside those communities. Of course, there are many accounts on social media that claim to be Sasaengs and gain lots of followers, but most of them are fake, and the real ones don’t share information for free, they sell them for high prices. So, there are two possibilities, in this case, someone bought JK’s photos from Sasaengs and published them, or Sasaengs did it themselves because someone asked/ordered them. I can’t see any other possibilities. Sasaengs wouldn’t gain anything from publishing these photos, but other people would, and they are the ones who made this happen.

Who were they? LM herself and tattoo shop? The fansite who wanted to destroy JK’s career? Or BH, who wanted to punish JK for his boldness about getting tattoos and make him more obedient? Or the media and rival companies, who wanted a scandal for their enemy? Or the people who wanted to revive the idea of het-JK? All of these are plausible and I can’t prove or disprove anything, but you can read more about this in the post I linked before.

Did This Affect Them?

Here comes the most interesting part; how did this affect Jikook? Did it affect them at all? Let’s review the timeline of the events again, from this point of view. As I mentioned earlier, we believe Jikook were together until 27th August and then JM went to Paris without any plans and came back for JK’s birthday. On the selfie, he posted that night he had written: “I’m glad to see you after not seeing you for a few days” which confirms that they were together before JM’s unplanned trip. At this point, JK had started getting tattoos and had most parts of his knuckle tattoos done.

When JM left Seoul for Hawaii the next day, JK went to Geoje, and the incidents happened, but nothing was public yet. Then he got arm tattoos and added some new parts to his hand tattoos including J which makes an obvious JM on his ring finger (The part LM claimed that is “not” their initials lol). JK’s completed hand tattoos were not exposed until September 16th when they were at the airport to leave for New Zealand. It was the day all the theories and rumors started. But in Jikook’s point of view, it happened on the second day of their trip.

Now we can start to analyze their moments on Bon Voyage 4. Of course, this series doesn’t show everything, but it gives us some clues about the dynamic of their relationship on those days. The first day of the trip when they were at the airport and Thailand (?) was pretty normal, but after that, at some moments I felt a strange atmosphere between them which I decided to not read too much on. But I found out I wasn’t wrong when in the last episode, JK talked about the awkwardness he felt about the issue with the members.

Jikook had many cute and domestic moments in the first two episodes but the grand gesture happened on the third one when JK climbed a hill without telling anyone, to bring a chunk of snow for JM as a gift, and we all know how much JM loves snow. This was an undeniable romantic act, but do I think this had anything to do with the situation? I believe Jikook was unbothered by those rumors because they completely trust each other, but the image you make for the others is different from the things you know and believe. Maybe this was a grand gesture not just for JM, but for us either.

After coming back to Seoul, there was no news from them for more than two weeks, and then they left Korea for Riyadh. The remarkable moment in the Riyadh concert was related to JM’s birthday. The members had planned a surprise for JM on the stage (The concert was on October 11th one day before his official birthday in Korea) and when it happened, JM said that he was happy because he saw JK happy and JK played a big role in that surprise. Honestly, you have to be deep in love to be happy just because your significant other is happy, even if it’s your own birthday. Let’s not forget the vlive JM did the next morning, and some pretty obvious moments happened that I can’t discuss here, but I bet you already know what I’m talking about. And also JM exposed the things he did for JK’s birthday that year.

A few hours later, on 18:22 (1+8+2+2=13) on local time and 00:22 on Korean time (only 22 minutes after JM’s official birthday in Korea started), JK tweeted one of the most amazing birthday tweets of all time which is comparable to a love letter. I’m sure you know everything about these tweets, so I’m not going too deep on this, I’m only saying that this tweet also was a grand gesture. And let me make another conspiracy theory here. After the rumors started, every time we had a big Jikook moment, something was coming from LM the next day. For example, when JK made this historic tweet, the next day LM's friend was interviewed about committing suicide. Or when SYS Seoul concerts happened (one of the biggest Jikook feasts of all time) and LM herself was at the VIP seats with her friends, the next day she did another comeback to the media. These can be just coincidences, but… never mind.

I Never Thought I Would Fall for a Man

Let’s not forget about the most obvious statements JK made on his first public appearance after the rumors. On JH’s vlive on 24th September, JK said: “I never thought I would fall for a man”. He said these words about JH dancing at CNS music video, and it clearly had nothing to do with Jikook, but it had a deep meaning. We know JK is not a shallow person, and lately, he stated that he thinks a lot before doing anything. So this didn't come out of nowhere, he didn't spit this out without thinking, in THAT situation. You never say such a thing when the internet is exploding with your dating rumors with a girl, do you?

His words can translate to “Do you ever consider the possibility of me not being straight?” This is what I read from his words and his facial expression. Maybe you think I say this because I’m a shipper, and I have this shipping goggle that makes me see everyone gay and debunk any girlfriend rumors. Some people even ask childish questions like “if they are dating why they didn’t travel together?” There are 100 explanations for that, and any couple who have been together for more than two years can answer you. When you date someone, you don’t stick together 24/7. Everyone in a healthy relationship has individuality, and sometimes they want to spend time with friends or alone, especially when they already had a world tour together lol.

Anyways, maybe I have a different point of view as a shipper, but this is not the problem. I never have a problem with my ship not being real (which they have shown enough to know they are). In fact, I will be delighted if any of them announce their relationship freely and publicly, but they haven’t done it yet. JK denied the rumors and gave us lots of hints about the truth, and I’m not delulu for believing him. But if you think he has to be het for backhugging a girl or having an eyebrow piercing, you are the one who is delusional because you are living in a heteronormative world where boys and girls can’t be friends and everyone is straight unless they come out in public.

I really can’t believe this post turning to be this long, and I thank you for reading it all. You might ask why I cared enough to write +4000 words about some stupid rumors that happened two years ago. This is the main question. This had to be ended in September 2019, but many people didn’t want it to end, because they loved it, they enjoyed it, they gained from it, so they protracted it as much as they could, and heteronormative people supported it blindly because of their homophobia or Y/N fantasies or whatever reason they had. I can’t believe we are still talking about this!

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A Caged Dove Part 2 (Shouto Todoroki x Reader)

Summary: You are a princess from a smaller territory within the kingdom, summoned to the castle to meet with the heir of the throne in the absence of your parents. You think it will simply be a routine trip, until you realize that Prince Shouto has his own plans for you. Whether you agree with them or not.

Pairing: Prince Shouto Todoroki x Reader Rating: T+ for this chapter, but E+ for future ones. Chapter Warnings: Yandere themes, obsession, suggestion of forced marriage, murder Series Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, breeding, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stalking, yandere Word Count: 3.1k Note: Fairy Tale AU. (Still more Grimm than Disney). First part was my event entry into the @bnhabookclub, a group I am so happy to have joined. This series is actually something that I am really proud of, and I’m glad that it seems to be getting such a good response. I hope you all like part 2! Thank You: To @thewheezingwyvern, who continues to discusses this idea with me for hours, albeit with less screeching now that I’m actually posting. Woman, I really appreciate your help. @jojosmilktea, thank you again for making the gorgeous banner for me! I am but a humble peasant compared to your banner making, and must bow to the queen.

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You are being led to your assigned bedroom in the Todoroki castle, a large extravagant room unlike anything you've ever experienced back at your own home. The ceilings are tall and vaulted, with a gorgeous ornate fireplace along the back wall. A large four-poster bed dominates the space itself with a canopy hanging from all four posts. When you step into the bathroom, you notice the large claw foot tub in the middle of the room, and you find yourself immediately wanting to use it.

It has been a long day, and you were barely able to fix yourself up for the meeting properly. A fact that is unusual, considering the nature of this meeting. The royal family sometimes take days to meet with guests, even ones they summon. Having an immediate meeting with him left you off balance and feeling very unprepared for the meeting.

And as for Prince Shouto himself, you really don't know what to make of him. On one hand, you can see the Todoroki royal bearing about him, the kind of manner you would expect from the heir to the throne. On the other hand, you see something in his mismatched eyes that you do not like. Something dark and possessive. It worries you in a way that you cannot explain, but there is nothing to do right now but play along.

Play along and hope that Prince Shouto will come to his senses, drop this madness. You are no fit companion for the heir to the throne, no future queen to sit beside him. There are far better options for one such as him, and you do not want the kind of responsibility this will lead to. You just have to prove to him that there are better options for him. Or at worst, wait for your parents to return from their trip and explain that you do not want this. Even the Todoroki family, as powerful as they are, cannot ignore the right of noble parents to refuse a match.

You sigh to yourself as you go to bed, hoping a better answer will come to you in the morning.

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You are woken up gently by someone calling your name in the distance, and you blearily open your eyes to see a handmaiden standing beside your bed. You realize quickly that it's not your own that you brought with you on this journey, and you instantly inquire about that. "Excuse me, but where is the girl from my household?"

"I am terribly sorry Princess, but I was summoned here to take care of you for your rendezvous with his Royal Highness," she gives a deep curtsy to these words.

"You are dismissed," you say gently, "I would prefer to use my own handmaiden. She already knows exactly what to do in order to get me ready for such a big event."

The handmaid's face turns panicked, her eyes flicking about as if she's worried that someone will hear what you said. "I am terribly sorry Princess," she whispers, "but I must be the one to do it or I could face a reprimand."

You recognize the word reprimand the way it's intended, the hidden meaning behind it clear. She will be punished, most likely severely, if you don't allow her to finish this task. Refusing or failing a task given to you by the nobility can have horrible consequences, even with the kind hearted royal family.

You give a sigh as you roll gracelessly out of bed. "Alright then, you may assist me." At your words, the panic leaves her face and she gives you a bright smile. What kind of punishment would make her so scared, you wonder, her fear being so intense that it makes you worried.

You shake your head before realizing that there is nothing you can do for her and that there is no way to find out. She seems too timid to get any real answers out of. You allow her to lead you to the bathroom with little complaint as she helps get you out of your nightclothes and into the bath. She helps you with every aspect of cleaning your body, of washing your hair, picking and laying out clothes for you. Then she assists you with putting on every piece of clothing before applying your makeup and fixing your hair.

By the time she is done with all of this, you almost feel like going back to bed. Taking this much time to get ready every morning is exhausting, and it's not something you need to do back home. She leads you to a full length mirror against the wall of your bedroom and encourages you to look into it.

What you see almost takes your breath away at the woman staring back at you. You are in a gorgeous, floor length ball gown, a dark red color with traces of silver swirling through the pattern. The jewelry is all silver, rubies inlaid in every piece in such a way that it almost looks like drops of blood woven into the metal itself. Your hair has been kept long, but with braids here and there that have been wrapped around the back of your head like a crown. You have never worn such finery in your life, never looked so beautiful. The perks of being courted by a prince, you suppose.

"Thank you, you did a wonderful job," you compliment the handmaid. "And I suppose it's your job to take me to Prince Shouto, as well?" You realize what you called him as soon as the handmaiden's eyes get wide and frightened, and you belatedly realize that you don't know if he gave you permission to call him that outside of being alone with him. You decide you need to confirm that one way or the other when you meet him, lest you get yourself in trouble.

The woman wisely chooses to ignore your possible slipup, merely nodding at you as she motions you through the door. You walk through several long, empty corridors, as you quietly take in the sights of the palace. You have never been here personally, but you have heard the stories, and it truly does live up to the reputation of splendor. Maybe a bit too much splendor, you laugh to yourself, as you can't imagine living here regularly.

Finally you reach your destination, an open air courtyard within the palace gates. It is surrounded by beautiful flowers of all different types and colors, and a large cherry tree in the middle of the area. It's under the tree where Prince Shouto stands waiting for you. He is in his full prince regalia, his suit jacket and pants black with silver accents here and there. An elaborate sword hangs at his waist in a gold scabbard. You glance up at his face to see him already looking at you, a small smirk gracing his face as he notices your attention.

You make your way slowly towards him, stopping at the acceptable range for a noblewoman of your station. But Prince Shouto does not seem to care about such a thing, as he immediately moves even closer to you, the distance between you bordering impropriety. This is the distance a husband and a wife would be from each other, you think in alarm. You try to take a step back, but he simply grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, wrapping one arm around your waist. He takes one slender finger under your chin to tip your face back so that he can stare into your eyes.

Your heart is pounding as you're frozen in indecision. Nothing about your training tells you how to react when a prince ignores all manner of modern decency to pursue a lower class noblewoman. Your eyes dart back and forth, a pathetic plea for help as you know no one would dare go against the Crown Prince.

He lets out a small growl that brings you back to attention, and you find yourself gazing into his eyes at the heat that lay in them. "Look at me, Princess," he whispers, "and no one else."

Your eyes widen at his possessive tone, and you try to think of a response until he suddenly pulls away completely. His face is back to his neutral look, and it's as if you never saw the darkness, the fire in his eyes.

Before you leave the garden with him, he reaches up to pluck a blossom from the tree right overhead. You give him a questioning look before he reaches down to tuck it into your braids. You reach up to gently touch the flower in your hair, before giving a slight smile at the rather boyish gesture. He smiles back at you and offers you an arm, and left with nothing else to do, you take it.

The next few hours are pleasant, if nothing more than idle chit chat. You take a pleasant stroll through the gardens as he explains the castle grounds. You occasionally drift into castle drama with one noble or the other, but never anything controversial. To your surprise however, he seems very interested in your own opinion on various political issues. Even when you two disagree, he listens to your opinion and even modifies his opinion when he finds you made a good point. This is rather pleasant, you think to yourself. Maybe your instincts were wrong after all.

"I am delighted that you agreed to go on this date with me, Princess."

You inwardly roll your eyes at the statement, but bite back a retort. You both know that you had no real choice in the matter.

"It has been rather pleasant, Prince Shouto. I am surprised, however, that you take my opinion into consideration. I am not as familiar in the area of politics as you are, as my own territory is small."

"You again do yourself a disservice. You are quite well read, and even in this talk we have had today, you have proven yourself to be a rather quick learner. Anyone who reads as much as you do must be. It is a surprise you have had no one court you before me."

"Thank you, Prince Shouto, that is very kind of you to say. That means quite a lot coming from you, someone who has been groomed for politics and ruling all his life." As you say this though, something strikes you as odd about what he said. "I'm sorry, but how do you know that I read a lot? Or that I haven't been courted."

He smirks as he shrugs his shoulders in a distinctly un-prince like fashion. "Oh, it is simply known. Many people talk about the Princess who would prefer to read in her library over getting married."

"That is not entirely true, Prince Shouto. If you don't mind me saying, of course," you hastily add. "There was one who wanted to court me, a local noble in my territory. But something happened to make him drop everything, leave the country."

Prince Shouto's gaze turns dark, almost murderous. "Is that so? Are you talking about the foolish noble who tried to run to the country of one of our enemies? He tried to steal something from the crown, was found guilty of treason and was swiftly executed."

You stare at him in horror as you try to reconcile his words with the friendly, sweet man who had wanted to marry you. You thought you had loved him, was looking forward to a life by his side. For him to be convicted of treason, to be dead, it left you speechless.

"I - I did not know that," you say quietly. "How did you know?"

"It is my job to know what's going on with my country," he says impassively, "and what's going on with people who try to take what's mine."

The wording of this strikes you as odd. Stealing from the crown was a capital offense, but the prince seems to take it almost personally. As if it was an attack on him directly. You shake your head and chalk it up to one of the many strange facets to Prince Shouto.

He takes you to an unknown building on the last stop of the tour and leads you down a long corridor until you reach two huge double doors. He pushes them open, motioning you inside. As you walk through the door, you can't stop yourself from letting out an audible gasp.

The room is a library, although that is a poor description for the vast beauty of this place. The floor-to-ceiling bookshelves line every wall, with tables and chairs in the middle for sitting and reading. On the far side of the wall sits a little reading cubbyhole, similar to what you have at home, for when you want to hide away from the world and immerse yourself in a book.

You forget all sense of manners as you rush away towards one of the bookshelves, turning your back to a prince in a shocking breach of decorum. But as you turn back to apologize, you don't miss the way his face is flush with pleasure at your enjoyment.

"Please continue, Princess," his smile turns sharp, "this room is for you, after all."

"What, what do you mean this room is for me?" You ask in confusion.

"As my wife, this library will be all yours."

Your eyes light up a bit at the thought of all of this being yours, although you're still slightly confused by his statement. But you decide to take his comment about continuing at face value, and you walk hurriedly to the first bookshelf you see before gently running your fingertips along the shelves. They are full of books that you love, all of the classics and nonfiction, the romance and the horror. You wander through the whole library, checking every section and simply breathing in the smell of old books.

But you notice a disturbing trend as you go through the library, something that becomes more and more obvious as you look around. This is not a complete library by any means. But the genres, the books that are missing, are all the ones that you do not like. You glance at the classics section, and notice all of your favorite authors are here, and the few who you dislike are conspicuously missing. The same with some of the nonfiction. Whole genres of books are missing, entire sections of authors.

As you get to the back section of the library, things become even more chilling. An entire bookshelf, full of all the books you have wanted to read but could not for one reason or another. There are classic first editions here that you could not buy even with a year's worth of your family's salary. Some of these are even books you had piled up by your bed, waiting to read.

You whirl around in horror as the dawning realization hits you, and you come face to face with Prince Shouto. There is a gleam in his eyes that makes you understand that he knows precisely what you just realized. "What is the meaning of this," you try to make your voice come out strongly, but instead it comes out in a low whisper.

"I told you," he wraps an arm around you as he pulls you flush against his body, "this is going to be your library." His smile turns dark as he adds the next part. "When you become my wife."

When. Not if. No room for argument. No wiggle room. Just an absolute statement from the heir apparent of the Todoroki Empire. "You said you were given permission to court me," you try to say reasonably, "but saying when makes it seem like it is already decided. When my parents return from their diplomatic mission, I can always make them withdraw their permission."

He laughs outright at that, a motion that you can even feel being pressed so closely against him. "Ahh, my poor naive little princess." He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear that has loosened from your braids. "You assume that you'll even be given a chance to talk to them."

It feels like your heart falls all the way down into your stomach. "You can't keep me prisoner here," you try to say, but it sounds hollow even to your own ears. You are within the Royal Palace, in the arms of the Crown Prince. If he doesn't wish for anyone to see you, excuse after excuse could be made. And his family is so well loved that every single one of them would be believed.

You are trapped. Completely and utterly trapped. You can see no way of escape from this no matter how hard you try, and your breath begins to come out in short gasps. You can feel the walls closing in on you, as if you're being placed inside a cage from which you cannot escape.

If he notices your panic, then he gives no indication. He leans forward and kisses the top of your head. "I promise you, being married to me will not be so bad. You'll have everything you've ever wanted." He pulls you in for a heated kiss, his tongue deftly sliding into your mouth as he kisses you deeply. His hand comes to the back of your head, cupping it firmly so that there is no way out.

When he pulls away, your cheeks are slightly flushed, and you gasp for air. "Prince Shouto, please ---"

"There is a better word you can be using now, you know," he interrupts you.

A better term? You don't know what that would be as your mind struggles to keep up with everything that is happening. You try to slow your mind down, try to think of what he could possibly mean. And it finally hits you. You glance at him and see his amusement as he motions for you to go on.

A tear rolls down your face as you whisper the damning words. "Prince Shouto, my - my husband."

He smiles in sheer contentment at hearing those words from you, words that he's longed for ever since he first laid eyes on you. "Ah, now there's my good princess," he whispers as he kisses away the tear from your cheek.

A good princess, you think bitterly. You will not be thought of as a good princess when you free yourself. You only wish you could see the look on the prince’s face when he realizes his caged bird flew away.

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More Espresso, Less Despresso

Part: 3/?

Pairing: Mick Mars X Reader

Summary: You have a decent conversation with your mom about Mick.

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You couldn't recall when was the last time you laughed that much while you were at the studio with the Crüe. Tommy was a total goofball, Nikki was kind yet a bit high, and Vince was like a gay friend you were aching for years. Doc seemed the smartest one among them, of course, beside Mick. After you all ate the food you had brought they started to tell stories of the previous concerts and backstage moments. You had a deja vu but not in a good way. Memories and feelings crossed your mind as the hours passed.

"Are you alright? You look a bit pale." Mick asked with a concerned look in his eyes. You had been quiet in the last ten minutes and he noticed it. At first, he thought it was because of your introverted self, but then he saw the tears in your eyes.

"Yeah, I'm okay." You sighed blinking fast to get rid of the tears. You didn't want to be weak. You wanted to forget that whole era of your life. And now, you were in the same deep pit.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Vince yelled, putting his feet on the table. "You are coming with us right?" The blood froze in your veins and you even forgot how to breathe properly. You gulped then put a smile on.

"I don't know, Vince. I barely know you and-"

"That's the point! We want to get to know you." You weren't the most spontaneous one. At least, not anymore. Joining a band on tour after one day was quite a big deal. And your mother wouldn't be so happy either. On the other hand, you weren't sure if you wanted to tag along. You had enough.

"Vinnie, you met her hours ago. You couldn't force her to come with us." Nikki said. "Right, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah." You smiled.

"Well, you know where we are going so feel free to come and see us on a show." Vince winked and drank from his beer.

"Just call me and I will give you a pass." Doc added.

"Thanks, guys, really. But I think I gotta go now." You jumped down from the top of the piano and headed to the door.

"Why so soon?" Tommy pouted standing in front of you blocking the way. He didn't help your situation. You felt horrible and just wanted to go home.

"Please, Tommy." You said shyly. But he didn't move just smirked. You knew he just joked but you weren't in the mood.

"Drummer. Let her go." Mick snapped from behind earning a sigh from Tommy. He stepped aside but patted your back.

"See you soon." He grinned and hopped down on the couch next to his Terror Twin. They were so kind, you hated yourself for leaving. However, you know that you wouldn't enjoy yourself. You wouldn't be able to distract yourself from the memories they all brought back.

"Bye, guys!" You waved and left the room with Mick by your side. After he closed the door you let out a long breath you didn't realize you were holding. You didn't say a word until you weren't in the streets again. "I'm sorry." Mick turned to you while walking with raised brows.

"For what?"

"For leaving so early." You shrugged and adjusted your coat tighter. "I didn't feel like a good company."

"Yeah, I saw that something was up. Wanna talk about it?" You shook your head as a no. You weren't ready to talk about that. You didn't want to tell him the reason you moved there with your mom. Why you were the girl reading in a café. The introvert one, the shy one. Why you had to hide behind this disguise.

"Everything is alright, Mick. Nothing serious, I promise." You showed your most believable smile which he loved. He noticed that you were lost in your thoughts and those thoughts made you sad. He saw that something snapped suddenly after Vince asked but he didn't want to ask there. He asked it now but you didn't feel like telling him and he respected that.

"Got it." He stopped and stood in front of you. "But if you are feeling down or wanna talk about anything I'm here, okay?" He rested his hands on your shoulders. "And it's the most obvious thing to talk to each other every night, right?"

"Of course. Though I will miss my caffeine buddy." You sighed.

"Well, if you visit us at one of our concerts I will take you to the finest café nearby and we will drink a huge amount of that!"

"Pinky Promise?" You asked pointing at him.

"Sure, whatever it is." He looked puzzled but chuckled anyways when you intertwined your little finger with his. "Then you have to promise to me that you will come to a concert as soon as possible."

"I promise." You winked and continued walking home.

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"Hey, mom!" You yelled as soon as you stepped in the house and hung your coat.

"Hello, honey! I'm in the kitchen!" She shouted back as she was flipping pancakes. You sniffed in the air and hummed from the delicious smell. You stepped next to her and placed a kiss on her cheek making her smile. You loved your mom more than anyone, even yourself. She was there for you when you needed the most, where you needed the most. She always knew how to cheer you up and make you happy. She knew you better than yourself.

"Smells good." You smirked.

"Thanks. So where have you been? How was your day?" She asked glancing at you while placing the pancake on a plate.

"The café." You lied. Well, you didn't lie just didn't tell your whole day. "Read a book, drank a cappuccino as always."

"Sounds interesting. And boring. Why don't you find a book club so you can meet new people?"

"I like being on my own." You said filling your mouth full with pancakes sitting on the counter. You tried to distract the topic but it was hell hard. "And what about you, mom?"

"But it's not healthy being alone all the time." She insisted making you groan and roll your eyes. "Don't grimace, young lady. And yes, you need to find new friends. Who may help you forget the old ones..." She sighed.

"I like the old ones. But you are right. I need to forget them as all those years from that era." You lowered your head staring at your black leather boots. She was right you knew that. And you did find friends just not the right ones. The guys didn't help you forget, on the contrary. "But enough about me. Do you like your new workplace? Is your boss handsome?"

"Hey!" She threw the kitchen towel right on your face from that last statement. "And to answer your question...FUCK YES! He is tall, dark-haired, and has blue eyes..."

"So basically, your type." You giggled watching her faking fainting.

"Girl, you know me so well!" She laughed. "And his voice...I can listen to it for eternity." She sighed hearts all around her head.

"Then, you are in the best position you can ever be. Being his assistant means hearing his thunderous voice. All. Day. Long." You pointed at her with your fork stressing the last words.

"Don't play with me. And? What about you? Don't tell me you haven't met Prince Charming in that café you go to every day." She glanced at you, but you were staring down avoiding eye contact. "So you've already met him, haven't you?" She asked in a low voice.

"You could say that." You jumped down from the counter and headed upstairs but your mother grabbed your wrist before you could reach the stairs. You didn't know if you should tell her or not. You have a deep connection with your mom, you told everything to each other so she would listen to you. However, her reaction would be quite controversial.

"(Y/N). I could see that there is something wrong." She placed her hand on your cheek giving you a warm smile. "Come. Let's eat then you can tell me everything."

"I'm not hungry. I will start now. So there is a guy." You began.

"Let me guess. Black hair, sarcasm, music lover. Am I right?" Your mom interrupted.

"Damn, mom!" You snapped glaring at her.

"Okay, I will shut it. But was I right?"

"Of course, you were, goddamn. He came to me at that café while I was reading and we started to talk. We have many things in common, more than we should, actually. He is kind, generous, and is a great company." Your stomach did a backflip just thinking about it. At the same time, your heart was aching since you knew it won't be the same. It wasn't your café, not your usual coffee, not the squeaking chair you usually sat on and not the old-fashioned table with the blue cloth covering it.

"Sounds good to me." She frowned.

"Promise me you won't freak out." You looked deep in her eyes making sure she understood what you asked. She nodded so you took a deep breath and prepared yourself. "He is a musician, more precisely, he plays in a rock band. And I know what will you say but please let me finish it!"

"Alright." She swallowed and clenched her jaws.

"They are leaving town tomorrow and when they asked me if I would like to join...I said no. Did you hear me? I said no!" You gripped her hand firmly. You didn't like when she was making that face and it broke your heart. She was disappointed, sad, furious at the same time if that was possible. "I won't meet them again if you tell me not to. But please let me meet Mick once more. Just once so I can say goodbye." You sobbed.

"Honey, you don't need permission for that." She gave you a half-smile. "I trust you, I believe that you know what is good for you. And you are an adult now, you can do whatever you like. Things happened in the past, that's why we moved here. To leave those awful and horrible events which occurred there." She gulped and pressed her eyes together trying to erase those memories from her mind. Drugs, booze, rock and roll, death.

"I love you, mom and I'm so grateful. To have such an understanding and strong mom like you." You stood up, walked over to her, and hugged her tightly. She was the strongest person you've ever known. She lost a son, you lost a brother. And still, she managed to put a smile on her face whenever you felt down, desperate. Moved to another city, found a new job, and continued being the coolest mom on Earth.

"Your brother would be so proud." She sighed letting you go. Despite the fact that your brother overdosed, she still talked about him like it hadn't been his fault. She got over it and tried to remember her son as he was before the drugs. Lively, creative, and cheerful.

"So, this means I can visit them? On the tour?" You asked with full of hope.

"If you can take care of yourself and avoid all those things, then, of course, darling. I want you to be happy and somehow that guy makes you that. I can see it in your eyes and the way you talk about him." She smirked.

∆

Days, weeks, months passed. Lonely days, sitting in the café, reading books. Every time the bell rang above the door you glanced up to see who it was. It wasn't him. You have pretty mixed feelings. Although your mother was okay with it, you just couldn't make your finger pushed those buttons on the telephone. Every time you tried, you just put the phone back to its place and continued suffering.

On the other hand, you were afraid. Scared to see them using drugs and killing themselves with it. You wouldn't survive. You have already seen your brother passing out on the couch while injecting heroin in his veins and it was the most horrible thing you've ever gone through. You shook your head to get rid of the memory and kept on reading. Hours went by and you were about to read the last page when a shadow covered all the lights.

"A moment, David. I'm on the last page then you can close the café." You said not leaving the page.

"Hey, (Y/N)." A familiar voice echoed making you drop the book and gulp.

"Mick?!" You literally jumped up from the chair on him. "Wh-what at you doing here?" He hummed feeling your arms around him and the scent of your hair.

"I was missing my soulmate." He smirked not letting you go. "Cause she didn't visit me against the fact she promised me. And it was even a pinky promise! An unbreakable vow, we are talking about." He chuckled making you grin.

"Well, the tour hasn't ended, has it?"

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