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Bishop Losa x GN!Reader

Whumptober 2022: No.16 No Way Out- "No one’s coming”

Warnings: 18+, Major Character Death, angst, language, mentions of blood/injury

Word Count: 3.3k

A/N: Whewwww this one was a doozy to write. I haven’t written Bish in a hot minute and this is how I welcome him back into the rotation. 😅 Timeline-wise, I picture this happening at the end of S3. Anyway. Idk what else to say about this one. It’s something, for sure lmao. Shout-out to @narcolini​ and @garbinge​ for helping me really figure out how to make this one hurt.

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He hadn’t told you where he was going, not exactly. But the options were limited. It wasn’t as though he had a long list of friends he could go to. There weren’t a lot of choices for couch-surfing. If the circumstances had been different, you would’ve started asking around, talking to members of the club. They were the last friends that Bishop had these days, but with the way that things had shaken out, they had it in for him too. It was tough to have a longer list of enemies than friends.

When he’d told you that he needed to get out of town for a couple weeks, your first response hadn’t been where. It hadn’t even been why. When he told you that he was going to be laying low, you hadn’t asked him anything at all. You had all the answers that you needed. All you told him was that if he was going to be laying low, he better be laying really fucking low.

The club safehouses were out. Those were some of the first places that the MC would look. And, while Bishop had been on a rampage of making poorly-informed decisions, you knew that he wasn’t going to be that stupid.  That checked off a few more places on the list of potential spots. You thought about all of the random roadside motels that you passed in your travels. Enough long hours sitting on the back of Bishop’s bike and your brain turned into its own roadmap of sorts. But you didn’t think that he would stay somewhere that would be so obvious, somewhere that would leave his bike in such plain view and give him away.

A lot of places had been knocked off the list. For a moment it left you wondering where the hell he would go. But then it hit you—Santo Padre wasn’t where everything started for Bishop. Oakland wasn’t either, although most days he probably wished that it was. He had a life before that, though. A life before Alvarez took him in. The past was a good place to hide for someone like Bishop, someone who never shared that part of themselves with anyone. Except for you. He shared it with you.

You knew more than most, but even so, it wasn’t as though Bishop had rattled off old addresses to you as a form of pillow-talk. You got some brief glimpses into what his life had been like before the club, before the military. He didn’t talk much about his parents but you were one of the few people that he mentioned them to at all. You could count on one hand with fingers left over the number of times you heard him mention his hometown. But you remembered it regardless.

It wasn’t as far of a drive as you thought it’d be. The town was about what you’d expected. In some ways, it reminded you a lot of Santo Padre—small, poor. But even though it lacked the shiny appeal of the larger surrounding cities, it still had a homey feel to it. Maybe it only felt that way because it reminded you of SP. You wondered what other ghosts were here besides Bishop’s.

Then you had to figure out where you were even supposed to start. Assuming that he was actually here, you had to hope that he had gotten comfortable and sloppy, or that you were just going to get insanely lucky and stumble across him. Both of those things felt just as unlikely as the other. He wasn’t sloppy, and you weren’t lucky.

You were methodical, though. It was a small town, the kind of town that had about one of everything. One gas station, one main supermarket, one mechanic. There were only so many places for people to go. You figured that if you were going to catch Bishop anywhere, it would be wherever they were selling alcohol by the handle or the six-pack.

It paid off, too. It wasn’t an immediate win, but when you went back to the gas station the second day, it wasn’t too long before you heard the familiar sound of a motorcycle coming down the road. You chuckled to yourself at the consistency he showed. Even when he was in a different town trying to stay as off the grid as he could, there were still some habits that never went away.

You didn’t approach him in public—you knew better than that. You knew how to tail someone and not get caught, too. So you waited until he had parked his motorcycle in the garage of the small house that he had apparently been squatting in. You wondered how it all came together. The house was still in decent enough shape. Bishop either had one friend left around here, or there was yet another thing that no one knew about him.

You parked your car on the street, only grabbing your phone, keys, and your gun when you stepped out. You tucked the gun in the back of your waistband, stuffed your keys and your phone into the pockets of your jeans. The silence of the street made the sound of your boots on the cracked blacktop seem much louder than it really was. Even though you knew it was ridiculous, you were almost worried that Bishop was going to hear you before you even knocked on the door.

Three times. You knocked three times and waited. When you didn’t hear anything coming from the other side, you knocked again. You didn’t see anyone peaking out from the other side of any curtains so you knew that he must’ve just been trying to wait it out. You weren’t going to be kicking the door.

Instead, you leaned against the frame and knocked a couple more times. You spoke up, not a yell but just above your usual talking volume so you knew that he would be able to hear you from the other side of the door. “It’s me.”

You waited, and were getting ready to knock obnoxiously again when you heard the clicking of locks on the other side of the door. You pushed yourself off the doorframe and waited. Seconds later, he pulled the door open from the other side. Not all the way, just enough for the two of you to see each other.

You held your hands out, wordlessly emphasizing that they were empty. “It’s just me, Obispo. No one else is coming.”

He looked shocked and worried, if not also a little impressed, “How the fuck did you…”

You shrugged, offering up a disarming smile, “We always find a way, right?”

He nodded slowly, still not sure how he felt about it all. “Right.”

“Do we have to keep awkwardly talking through this crack in the door? Or do I get to come inside?”

He hesitated, but after a few long seconds, he opened the door up just wide enough to let you slip inside. Even though he didn’t comment on it, he noticed the gun tucked into your waistband. He couldn’t judge since he had one in the hand that wasn’t opening the door. Once you were inside, he shut and redid all of the locks built into the frame.

“See you took my advice about the locks,” you said as you nodded towards the door, thinking back to his home in Santo Padre, that just had the deadbolt and the flimsy lock built into the knob. It never seemed like enough in your opinion.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, cutting right to the chase.

“I should be asking you that.”

“I told you, I’m laying low so—”

“Since when do you lay low?” you cut him off.

His face scrunched in annoyance for a moment, “Since the entire fucking club wants my head on a goddamn platter.”

“That’s not new.” You shook your head. “That’s been the case for a long time now. What changed?”

You saw his body tense up even more than it already was. He shook his head. “Shit that I can’t do anything about now.”

Neither of you said anything for a bit after that. You were both standing tensely, awkwardly in the center of the living room. Everything inside the house was clearly outdated, but it wasn’t as though the place was filthy. It just clearly hadn’t been updated in a long while. Your eyes darted around, taking in what you could. You noticed the photos on the walls. Your lips turned into a pensive frown as you realized that the young boy in a few of the pictures looked very much like what you had pictured a young Obispo to look like.

"I figured you would’ve sold this place. Or had it fucking demolished,” you let out a half-hearted laugh.

“Kept it like a rainy-day fund,” his tone was neutral, eyes trying to peel you apart.

“Storm finally came?”

“Answer the question. What the fuck are you doing here?” His agitation was enough that you felt like you were breathing it in.

You sounded as casual as ever. “I was worried about you.”

His grip around the gun tightened, but he didn’t raise it. “You don’t worry.”

“Alright,” you conceded, “I was curious.”

“About?”

“Where you were.”

He was expecting more. When you didn’t give it, he said, “You didn’t seem that fuckin’ curious when I told you I was leaving.”

You shrugged. “You were freaking out. Wasn’t going to get any answers out of you then anyway.”

“Figured if you tracked me down, you would?”

“Guess we’ll see.” You paused. “So. What the fuck is going on, Obispo?”

“I told you—”

“Don’t lie to me.” You shook your head. “You’re not good at it anymore.” You waited for him to respond to the statement. When he didn’t, you continued. “If the club was really all you were worried about, you would’ve taken me with you. Or, at least, that’s what I’d hope since we both know I’m the first person they’d be going after. But you left me back in Santo Padre.”

“Club wouldn’t lay a hand on you,” he argued.

“Bullshit,” you said with a laugh and a roll of your eyes. “You guys will put your hands on anyone if you think it’ll get you what you want.” You saw the way his eyes widened at the accusation, but he didn’t try to refute it.

“Say what you came to say.”

Your eyes flickered down to the gun in his hand, but you still didn’t reach for the one that you had. You had the upper-hand for now—you didn’t need it. Hooking your thumbs on your beltloops, you made yourself stand a little straighter. “I know what you did. What,” you shook your head, “what your fucking club did.”

“And what’s that?” The confidence was fake, but it sounded good.

“Did you really think that I wasn’t going to find out? That, that fucking Canche wasn’t going to tell me?” You shook your head. “Shouldn’t have burned so many of the fucking bridges between you and your brothers. Maybe they’d be less willing to air out all of your dirty fucking laundry.”

He shook his head, but you saw the fear in his eyes. “Canche’s a fucking snake.”

“Yeah.” You scoffed. “Apparently the two of you have that in common.”

“What’d he tell you then, huh?” He was about to gesture with the hand holding the gun but he stopped himself.

“He told me,” you took a slow, calculated step towards Bishop, reveling in the fact that he backpedaled as you did, “that you are the person that I should be asking about what happened to my brother.”

“I didn’t do—”

“Fuck you,” you cut him off. “Don’t try to pass the buck on that. Those were your guys,” the heartbreak seeped into your voice for the first time in days. “Your guys did that to my brother.”

“He wasn’t supposed to be there.”

“Well he was!”

“He chose to stay on Canche’s side! That was his fucking mistake!” He shook his head, looking at you. “And you chose to stay with me.”

“Yea,” you nodded, “and that was my fucking mistake.”

“You didn’t want this shit to get messy, you shouldn’t have fucking gotten involved.”

“Right,” you scoffed. “My bad for thinking that messy didn’t mean you were gonna have your guys blowing up my fucking brother. Oh, and then not fucking telling me!”

The entire situation was impossible to wrap your mind around. You knew that things with the entire club were in a state of chaos right now. You knew that there was going to have to be some bloodshed to calm it all down again. But you didn’t think that your brother was going to get caught up in the middle of it that way. There was always a risk, but this wasn’t him losing in a gunfight. This was much more than that. And to lose him and then have Bishop lie to you and tell you that he had no idea what had happened were two completely separate issues.

“EZ is the one who—”

“EZ didn’t lie to me.”

“You didn’t ask him.”

“He didn’t owe me a fucking explanation!” you snapped. “Fucking hell, Bish. This,” you motioned between the two of you, “whatever you wanna fucking call what’s going on here, that means you owe me. You owe me the truth. Especially when it’s about my fucking family.”

“What do you want from me, then? You want me to say it?” He shrugged. “Fine. I sent those guys to blow Canche to fucking pieces and your brother got caught in the crossfire.”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” despite the cool tone you said it in, there were still tears in your eyes.

“What, that’s it? We’re good now?”

You laughed, tears escaping onto your cheeks but you ignored them. “Oh, no, we’re not fucking good now.”

“So, what, you’re gonna tell the club that I’m here and—”

“No,” you didn’t let him finish the sentence. “I told you, Obispo, no one is coming. It’s,” you laughed, “it’s just me. Because this isn’t club shit anymore.” You stepped in so that you were chest-to-chest. “This is between us, now.”

“What happened with him,” he shook his head, “it wasn’t personal.”

“Yes it was!” You shoved him, sending him stumbling back. “It was personal! That was my brother!”

“It wasn’t about him.”

“Well it’s about him now!”

You reached and pulled the gun out from the back of your waistband, aiming it at Bishop’s chest. What little space you’d put between you by shoving him was now broken by your outstretched arm. Bishop was still clinging tightly to his gun, but he didn’t raise it at you. The look of shock in his eyes let you know that he wasn’t expecting you to be able to pull it on him. He should’ve known better. You both should’ve known better.

“You think that pulling the trigger is going to make us even? That it’s going to make anything better?” He scoffed but it wasn’t enough to paint over the fear coursing through him. “You kill me, then what the fuck was any of it for?”

You rolled your eyes. “You trying to make this into some greater purpose bullshit? Fuck you.”

“It was the only way—”

“Don’t,” you felt the tic in your jaw as you spoke, “Don’t do that. Don’t keep lying to me.”

“There is no right thing for me to say to you here,” he admitted. And it was the one thing that he had been right about. You watched as he reached, slowly pushing your gun down so that it pointed to the floor. “Come on. You’re not doing this.”

You frowned, hating how your lips were still quivering. “I should.”

He nodded. “Yea, you probably fucking should. But we both know it’s not going to fix anything.”

“No,” you conceded, “it won’t.”

His shoulders sagged with relief ever so slightly. “Alright, so let’s just fucking—”

You cut him off as you raised the gun again, “But it’s still gonna feel really fucking good.”

His eyes widened, his mouth opening to try and come up with some type of hail Mary argument, something that would miraculously change your mind. But your mind had been made up a long time ago. Bishop could promise you anything in the goddamn universe and it wouldn’t make a shred of a difference.

The first bullet didn’t go into his chest, or his head. That felt too quick. That felt too easy. You wanted it to hurt. He deserved that. The second that the bullet lodged itself into his stomach, he fell to the ground, his back slumped slightly against the wall. He went to lift his own gun in an attempt to try and defend himself, but you were faster. Before he could given get it six inches off the ground, you were kicking the gun out of his hand. It clattered and slid across the floor. You saw him staring after it, but he knew that there was no way he was going to get up and retrieve it.

You saw the blood starting to pool on the floor. You heard the change in his breathing as he reached for the bullet wound, even though he knew that trying to put pressure on it would be futile. You watched him for a moment, not feeling good about it, but not feeling bad about it either. Lifting the gun again, you fired another shot into his chest. Not into his heart—you didn’t plant it on the correct side of his chest for that. But it was enough to inflict more damage, more pain.

Crouching down, you put yourself eye level with him. You could see it in his eyes the second he went from frantic to accepting. He knew that there was no getting out of this now. You shook your head at him.

“When people ask me about you, Obispo, if I know anything about what happened to you,” you shook your head, “I’m not gonna tell ‘em shit.” You placed the gun beneath his chin, tilting his head up so that he was forced to look you in the eyes. “You get to rot here, in this deadbeat little town, in your forgotten fucking house. Just like you deserve.”

He sputtered, and you could tell that he was trying to say your name. You gave him a couple tries to get it out. When he couldn’t, you continued. “Someone was always going to get you eventually. I’m just,” you wrapped your finger around the trigger, “glad that it was me.”

“Please,” he managed to force out.

You took in a deep breath, thinking on it for a moment before shaking your head. You didn’t have to say anything else. He knew. As much as it hurt for him to try and take a deep breath, he still tried. His eyes shut as he braced for what he knew was coming. You pressed your lips into a thin line, knowing just as well as he did that you couldn’t go back on this now. Before you could drag it out any longer, you squeezed your finger around the trigger.

Blood splattered back against the wall and tears ran down your cheeks. You knew that they weren’t the last ones you’d shed. But there was no time to dwell on it. In such a quiet town, the gunshots weren’t going to go unnoticed.

Standing up, you tucked your gun back into your waistband and took off towards the car. You were thankful that it didn’t seem like anyone was around at the moment. Shoving the key into the ignition, you started making your way back to Santo Padre, your life a whole lot emptier than it had been a few days before. But, as you kept your death-grip on the steering wheel, you knew that you didn’t regret it. You didn’t love it, but you didn’t regret it. You were going to have to settle for that for now.

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HI IM BACK WITH THE FULL THOUGHTS 😭😭😭

overall an absolutely INCREDIBLE chapter. I cannot even believe you would claim it’s going downhill their soft friendship/not rly platonic vibes are EVERYTHING and their fight, despite the pain, was believable and defnecessary for the plot so i’m OK W THE SUFFERING!!! Incredible i’m on the edge of the seat for the next chapter and for the MAKE UP SEX 😭

- OBSESSED with picking up where we left off i NEEDED to know more so it’s PERFECT

- the way she called a date “gross”…. sure queen we all see through you

- HE MAKES HIS VACATION PLANS AROUND WHERE SHE WILL BE? so much for enemies that idea is REALLY dead and gone now…

- HE MAKES HER FEEL SAFE OH MY GODDDDKEKKESKJSKEJEK. she didn’t even say just that night she said HE CONSISTENTLY DOES IT?!?! i nearly jumped out of my bed when i read this

- Can’t stop thinking charles must be ROLLING HIS EYES in the background from their final conversation before she closes the door like? they’re so obvious about how they feel it’s???? ridic?????

- i just know they were also smiling like idiots that whole convo and it WARMED MY HEART

- she wanted to HUG HIM after not seeing him for just a few days… these people are INSANELY STUPID and i LOVE TO READ IT

- they’re so risky kissing around the corner at max’s place…… i wonder when they’ll be caught….. 👀

- I SNORTED AT “IM AN ACQUIRED TASTE”

- Daniel is SO happy he can officially say they’re friends like he has wanted it deep down way longer than her i just know it 🥹

- BRO THE TATTOO IM GONNA DIE I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HOW THAT TURNS OUT

- he picks up the phone with how’re ya going… the fact he remembers every thing she has ever said to him i’m weak

- THEYRE SO DESPARATE AFTER SO FEW DAYS THEY NEED TO OPEN THEIR EYES MY GOD

- the way i almost fainted at “i want to fuck you in my clothes” 1) reader living the actual dream 2) SO HOT

- “makes you look like mine” i don’t think he can even be denying this to himSELF anymore the boy is in SO deep

- daniel wants to cuddle so badly i wish she didn’t have to get in her own head 🥹 and also ofc what comes after hurts so badly

- I know it’s painful but the image of daniel trying to get dressed to chase after her was SO FUNNY

- ITS SUCH CHARACTER GROWTH THAT HE IS NOT AT ALL MAD AT HER OR BLAMING HER LIKE THAT PROVES THE ENEMY PHASE IS RLY AND TRULY OVER

- “it was finally starting to go right so he needed to fix it” THE FACT HE HAS BEEN ADMITTING OVER AND OVER HE HATED BEING HER ENEMY AND BASICALLY REGRETTED HURTING HER FROM THE START LIKE 😭

- he loathed himself 😭😭😭😭😭 i cry!!! Sad ending but totally worth it for all the dynamics at play here and i cannot WAIT FOR MORE OMGGG

THIS STORY BLOWS MY MIND UPDATE AFTER UPDATE, HOW DO YOU DO IT?????? Gosh it’s SO good ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi my love!! It’s always so good to hear from you!! I read the first chapter of SotD and for some reason I felt like the quality of that chapter compared to the one I just posted was just like unreal. Maybe that’s just me being nostalgic? LMAO. Either way, I appreciate your words, it makes me feel a little better to hear that I’m the only one feeling like I’m on a steady downward trend 😅

Okay it’s rare for me to start a chapter where we left off the last one right? I don’t know why but I suck at that but this time it felt necessary so ta-daaa! 

She’s over the top with her ‘gross’ comments and we’re all starting to see that aren’t we…😏

I’d like to think that he wanted to go to LA for his break but he couldn’t stand the idea of being that far away from her for that long…of course he’d never admit that tho

I LOVE THAT YOU CAUGHT THAT!!! That she didn’t say he ‘made’ her feel safe that night, that he ‘makes’ her feel safe consistently because that was a very conscious choice I made when writing it so I love that you picked up on that!!! 

Charles is like so unimpressed with them. He’s like going along with the ruse because he promised that he would and hes trying to help his friend, but he lowkey is so over their bullshit, like JUST TELL EACH OTHER YOU LOVE EACH OTHER ALREADY SO WE CAN ALL MOVE ON WITH OUR LIVES.

Did you catch how she wanted to hug him and then he called her out for ‘not really being a hugger’....Sigh, oh Daniel…

They will continue to be risky because they’re idiots, you’re spot on.

Okay the ‘“I’m acquired taste” I felt like that was SO Daniel. Like I could hear him saying it. 

You’re so right!! Daniel has just wanted to be her friend for so long, like probably from day 1. 

HE IS USING EVERY WEAPON HE HAS OK. Pretty soon he’s just going to consist of backwards hats & ‘how’re ya goin’

Listen. I am so glad that you said something because I was writing him chasing after her and was legit GIGGLING at the thought of him trying to hurrying to get dressed and apologize for being such a fucking moron so THANK YOU FOR LAUGHING WITH ME. 

You are SO RIGHT. HE HAS HAD A GLOW UP. He’s thinking about the fact that he made her feel shitty and not about himself!! OUR BOY!! 

We’re slowly building to them actually addressing the beginning of their relationship and I’m trying to decide how the fact that he never actually wanted to be her enemy at all is going to come out. I’ve actually thought about having Max point it out to her, be like uh do you not realize the dude has been in love with you for two years or…?

I’M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT and I always always look forward to hearing your thoughts so thank you for always reading and always sending me multiple pages on what you thought because it makes all of the frustrating moments of writing 100000% worth it so thank you so much bby. Seriously. ILYSM. 🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘

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If tae wasn’t a coward he could really benefit from being on Jennie’s arm at events. It sucks but the fact is the BP girls being able to communicate for themselves in English goes a long way in networking and stuff. And building relationships with people in the western industry. But that taekooker love is just too good to give up 😅

- There are a few taekooker tumblrs now reciting “this is PR for his album” Besides that not making sense, way to admit that he needs this kinda exposure to be successful 💀

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Yeah, part of me actually thinks he planned all of it lmao.

I think he's been trying to single himself out from the group since dynamite days. It got even more obvious during butter and everything that came after, and the company (and Jungkook/taekook) actually helped him a lot. Then, last year the photos were leaked when both blackpink and BTS were about to have comebacks; on top of it all, BTS was about to announce their hiatus and the start of their solo careers. Now, a couple of weeks ago his solo debut album was sort of announced too, and Jennie is making her acting debut in Cannes. I wouldn't be surprised if it keeps happening like this, right before something "big" comes out.

There's just a lot that makes sense with publicity and marketing and all of that. I'm not saying the relationship isn't real, just that they're both famous and they're using it to their advantage too. Or someone from their companies has been setting them up with the press lmao, and that would make sense too with the rumours that Taehyung has some "sponsor" inside of hybe, someone who's doing things differently with him. It's like when Tom and Zendaya suddenly made their relationship public right before Spiderman came out. The relationships exist, they're real; but given their celebrity status, those relationships can also become a tool.

Now for some brutal honesty: his dating rumour is literally the only time people have talked about Taehyung this much.

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WIP tag game!

Make a new post and post your latest line from your WIP & tag as many people as there are words.

i got tagged by @sheepwithspecs! I can't tag everyone because LMAO i write in big batches so (CW: reference to past (accidental) underaged drinking):

Surkukteni furrowed her brow, casting a sidelong look at him. “...Weren’t you a child? What were you doing drinking something like that?”

A snort rolled through Estinien, a tired smile playing faintly at his lips - the sort of smile one wore when thinking of a bittersweet past. “The usual way a boy finds out: I got curious. Took my father’s drink when he wasn’t looking and immediately regretted it.” Another laugh, this one more of a huff as he shook his head. “Hadn’t known I wasn’t supposed to; earned the ribbing I got. Mostly from my mother, as my father thought it funny. Something about that being as best a lesson that I could get about taking things that didn’t belong to me.” And there came the inevitable heavy sigh, stormy eyes cast to the ground around their feet; that dour reminder of the fact he was still in that empty present. “I went back to Ferndale when I was barely a man grown, if you’d believe it. I swore I wouldn’t, but curiosity got the best of me. Nature had reclaimed most of it and there was little evidence that there’d ever been a village there at all. Went poking around, upset myself at seeing what’d been left behind to rot, and found a store of the damn stuff in a cellar I could still get access to. First trip was by myself to see how much I could bring back, which was about…three bottles, mayhap? Second and third times, Alberic helped - I suppose in part because of the guilt around that situation. Every other time ‘twas Aymeric that joined me in seeing what could be salvaged. Sold some of it as it had a good reputation, apparently, but kept plenty around for obvious reasons.” Estinien paused to take another drink from the flask, still not looking at Surkukteni yet his voice was noticeably less dour. “But before you ask, it’s back in Ishgard. Dunno what happened since it’s in my old apartment that’s in all likelihood been forfeited to whoever wanted it since I don’t need it anymore nor plan on going back. Took some with me, but that’s all gone now. But I do wish I could return the favor, though.”

Well, he’s exceptionally skilled at turning every topic into a depressing lament.

There were days Surkukteni wished she’d never picked up that damn soulstone, and that was one of those days-As if my thoughts are solely mine own! She cast a sidelong glance at Estinien who kept his eyes to the fire, her blunt nails picking at the faint seam from where the metal of her canteen had been welded together. “Don’t worry about that; the company’s more than enough for me,” was the considerably kinder thing to say - ‘Tis the coward’s way, you took. “Though, color me surprised, because it seems you’ve got an association with just about everything - either Aymeric or Ferndale, you can relate a lot of things to each other."

I'm tagging @lordguru and anyone who wants to do it because im blanking on who writes and who doesnt 😅😅😅 whoops

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Fun therapy looks 👌✌️👍

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#I'm gonna get good marks in therapy if it kills me. #I did it!!!! First session complete!! #Celebrate for me?? I'll be passed out as soon as I get home. I'm wiped out #Mental health is important!!! Do what you can to look after yourselves my loves!! #Small steps!! #me #personal #satans knitwear #Tease #Pleased with this look tbh #My therapist loved the eyeliner. #Lmao everything I say makes it more obvious that help is needed 😅 #bi girl #Wlw #uk girl #cheeky #Mini shorts #Heat wave #Strapless bra #Lingerie #girls with tattoos #girls with piercings #My burn has reduced to a funky looking tan!!! #Actually kinda vibing with it rn. #Whatever. it was worth it to wear that cute lace thing #It's too fkin hot rn