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tomoonine · 4 years

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[scenario] friends to lovers au with college student!mark

hi nine! i hope you're doing great wherever you are! im super swamped with work right now so can i ask for a kinda ftl for how mark would act if he found out y/n was genuinely really beat and tired and stressed from work one night, instead of just their normal "im tired" whining they would message him normally?

☽. good luck with your work anon!! not sure if you meant a reaction or a scenario, so i decided to just go with this. everyone if you’re stressed, don’t forget to take a break (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ if you enjoyed reading this, please check out more in my masterlist! requested: yes; anon word count: 1.7k words

“Hey, Markie.” At the sound of your voice calling for him, Mark’s nose scrunches up in distaste. He’s learned to no longer question the various bastardizations of his name you’ve come up with throughout your years of friendship, so there’s no way he’s irked off by the endearing “Markie” that leaves your lips. However, there’s something that bothers him with the hoarseness of your voice. And he’s certain that it has nothing to do with the relatively poor internet reception in your area. But when he hears the familiar clink of what he assumes to be a cup of coffee, he knows that you’re definitely tired.

That was the third cup of coffee you drank tonight, as far as he’s concerned. But when it comes to you, he’s always concerned.

“Mooooo--” Your voice cracks half-way through and Mark sits up straight when he hears it. His eyes finally shift away from his own school work to the laptop screen, and he sees you chugging the rest of your coffee down. As your lips leave the mug and your hand wipes the traces of coffee by your lips, he catches a glimpse of the strikingly familiar print on the sweater you’re donning.

Now he doesn’t know what to feel. The enlarged pixels do nothing to hide the bags that have accumulated under your eyes. Your hair is all over the place despite being tied down with clips and hair ties. He’s deeply saddened by your current state, but there’s something fluttering inside him when realizes that you’re wearing one of the sweaters you stole from him probably months ago.

“Morkiemoo, do you hear me?” You call out to him again after clearing your throat. “Yo, Myork.” This time, you call him a little louder and make eye contact with him through the camera. Mark, without thinking, drops his head downward to avoid your gaze.

“Maybe if you called me by actual name, I’ll respond.”

“Markileeeeeee~” You groan, and you start to sink away from the view of the camera.

He hums, eyes still avoiding the screen as he continues to jot down notes at the margins of his readings. At his response, you continue on. “I’m tired.”

At first, Mark doesn’t offer a response. He’s already expecting another yell of frustration, or perhaps a long rant about the incompetency of your peers. Though after a few seconds of waiting, he finally decides to check up on you, and his heart breaks at the sight in front of him. Your head is resting on the table, and he can hear you breathing heavily. But at the base of your neck, barely hidden by the hood, there’s a menthol strip resting on your skin. The corners are already peeling off and he can see the residue adhesive on your skin.

“You alright, (Y/N)?” He drops his pen and whisper to the microphone of his earphones. Mark watches your sluggish movements carefully and he pays attention to your breathing to see any signs of breaking down. To his surprise, you’re relatively calm. When your head whips up to face him again, you’re expressionless. Save for your glassy eyes, which Mark honestly can’t bear to look at because it makes his heart break.

“I’m really tired, Mark...” You sigh. “I’ve been doing this project for hours and I seriously don’t understand how to do it. Everyone seems to be doing fine except for me. Most of my friends are almost done, they’ve finished programming---”

“Ew.”

“---theirs and all they have left is to review. I’m still not even sure if my work and placeholders are appearing on the program and I’m so pissed...” Mark winces when he hears a loud groan erupting from you, straight to the microphone. Your hands run through your scalp harshly, and you rub your temples in an attempt to relieve yourself from stress.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Mark mumbles, fiddling with the wires of his earphones. “Do you need a snack? It’s not that late, I can probably treat you to something--”

“No, it’s fine.” You decline his request. Just as you replied, your hand finds its way to your mouse to navigate around your laptop. “If anything, do you think you can check out my project to see if it works? I give up on my own laptop and intuition at this point...”

“Bold of you to assume I can help, we’re from different departments.”

“But are you free to check it out?”

“Maybe after you drink water.”

“Asshat.” You roll your eyes, and Mark laughs in response. “I’m kidding, just send it to me (Y/N). I’ll check it for you.” You huff at him and glance at the camera to stick your tongue out at him. Mark can hear you clicking and typing away, and next thing he knows he receives a link to your file. He’s about to click on the link, but you interrupt him.

“I’ll be back, I’ll get a glass of water.”

“What a miracle.” He muses as he finally clicks on the link. His browser opens a new tab and it displays a loading symbol. “I’m only doing it because you asked, Markie.” You remind him, standing up from your seat and stepping back. Mark catches a glimpse of you pointing at him through the camera, and he watches you leave the room. He smiles to himself when he sees just how snug you look in his sweater, and covers his mouth to supress a joyful laugh. Soon enough, he’s practically covering his face so that the camera can’t pick up how flushed he looks.

It’s only then that the webpage finally loads, and Mark marvels at your work. He takes his time looking through everything, and he smiles to himself when he sees nothing wrong so far. However, as he scrolls, he suddenly stops in his tracks. Mark can’t believe what he’s seeing, his eyes are as wide as saucers, and his hand finds its way back to cover his mouth.

There’s a portion in your project that has yet to be completed. He can tell because of the familiar latin placeholder taking up the first half of the space. But unlike the usual lines that encompass the infamous lorem ipsum, the latter half is filled with words you’ve written on your own.

Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Morbi molestie augue augue, nec congue arcu blandit vitae. Mark Lee is the cutest boy ever I love him so much I hate this and uni but at least he’s there aahlkdj1o3yt18dbg

Similar to earlier, he has his whole hand covering his face to hide his embarrassment. However, as the paragraph repeats to fill up the vacant space, he suddenly feels the tips of his ears warming up. Not even his own hands can hide how flustered he is. His eyes are zeroed in at the words you’ve typed, and his cheeks are starting to hurt from grinning.

You think Mark Lee is the cutest boy ever. You love him so much. You reciprocated his love. You love him back. You--

“I’m back, Mork!” You shout from the door, with a large glass of water in hand. Mark quickly closes the tab, in fear of you discovering what he stumbled upon. You struggle to rush toward your chair with the glass in hand, but you arrive just in time before Mark could look any more flustered than he already was. Once you’ve settled back in your chair, you look at Mark with surprise all over your face. “What happened to you? Did you tear your hair out while checking my project? Must have been real crap to be honest--”

“No, it’s alright!” He blurts out. “Your project is alright, I mean. The overall project looks good.”

“It’s not yet complete though.” You interject. “I’m still working on the next set of information I have to input.”

“Yeah, I know.” Mark shyly smiles. “I saw the placeholder, actually...”

You fail to notice the sudden change of tone coming from Mark since you’re still busy trying to complete the rest of your assignment. It only dawns to you that he saw the placeholder when you check up on him again after the prolonged silence coming from his side. Even with the relatively dim light illuminating his room, you notice the tint of flush across his features. As everything begins to click, you rush to check the project you sent him, and you let out a curse when you see the words on the screen.

“I...” You begin, eyes darting towards the glass of water, contemplating on whether or not a drink will ease your nerves. “I can explain--”

“It’s alright, (Y/N).” Mark says. “I don’t want you to worry about it yet, you still have work to finish after all. You’re kind of stressed and I don’t think now is a good time to talk about this.” Your heart sinks at his words. They’re words that singal you that he’s definitely going to reject you, they’re oh so familiar after all. You brace yourself for the piercing words, but you’re taken aback at his next response.

“We can talk about the next steps of our relationship after you finish your assignments. I know you hate school, but you’re going to hate it more if you don’t actually get your things done.”

“Wait... Next steps?”

Mark looks away from the screen, and you chuckle at the way his ears are flushed. “Yeah, uhm...” He clicks his tongue and he scratches the back of his ear. “I think you’re cute too. But you’ll be even cuter if you finish this assignment, drink more water, cut on the coffee, and sleep early.”

You can hardly believe his words. You’re practically beaming at this point, and when you bring your legs up on the chair to rest your upper body on your thighs, you realize that you’ve been wearing his clothes all this time. You snuggle deep into the fabric, and watch him from the screen endearingly. It doesn’t take long for Mark to finally look back at his own screen, and he scolds you again for not doing your work. You groan at him, but you concede. In a snap, you’re finally back to typing the rest of your data input.

While you’re busy typing away, Mark watches you in adoration. He can still see how tired you are by the bags of your eyes, your messy hair, and the fact that your methol strip had slid off your neck to perch onto the fabric of his sweater. But with the way a smile graces your features from time to time, he can tell that you’re feeling better. As far as he’s concerned, things will be better from now on.

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nicka-nell · 3 years

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Aaaaaand my second req is sfw alphabet with Sugawara (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Sugawara Koushi: SFW-Alphabet

Waaah I am soo so excited because I am so happy about this request! ♥

Actually, I wanted to upload the Kuroo story first, but sadly my laptop thought that it doesn’t save the file before it crashes :’’). I’ve already written half of it again, but I’ll finish the rest tomorrow and then upload it. (because it’s already late for me)

I hope that’s okay :(

Buuuut now I wish you at least a lot of fun with the Sugamama-alphabet! *u*

Stay healthy and safe ♥♥

Easter Event (match-up/ sfw & nsfw-alphabet/ prompts)

A = Affection (little things they do to show love)

Since Sugawara works as a teacher, he always has to get up early. He prepares your breakfast by placing a coffee cup and a plate and cutlery on the table for you. In his first break, he writes you a sweet good morning message, with motivating words for the day. But most of all, he shows you his love by listening to you with full attention when you tell him something.

B = Beginning (how you met)

The first time you saw each other was at Ukai’s store. Sugawara and Ukai were just discussing some volleyball tactics for their team when you came to the store. Actually, all you wanted to do was ask for directions to the new cafe in town. But after Ukai gave you a complicated explanation of the way, which sounded more like a scavenger hunt, Sugawara said that he would accompany you there. So you went to the cafe, and as a thank you, you invited him for coffee.

C = Confession (how they confess)

He was a little nervous, although he was sure that he had interpreted your feelings for him correctly. Sugawara asked you if you want to go back to that cafe and wanted to confess his feelings there. However, the time was never right and his feelings for you remained unspoken. You were already standing on the doorstep and wanted to go to your apartment when Sugawara stopped you and reached after your hands. With a charming smile, he caressed the back of your hand as he gathered his courage and confessed all his feelings for you. His confession was honest and full of emotion. As if he wanted to show you everything about him.

D = Dating (what are they like on their first date)

On your first date, he wanted to have dinner with you, but he had so many exams to control that he had not made it out of school. So you had bought two servings of fried noodles and had visited him at school. Sugawara sat at his desk, you on top of it while you ate the noodles and talked. The exams were only secondary, because he only had eyes for you. From the outside he was calm, but inside his heart beat so loudly that he was afraid you could hear it. He kept apologizing for that screwed up date, which made you laugh. Even after years of your relationship, Sugawara likes to invite you on a date. Mostly they are rather intimate, only you both in quiet places with little or no people.

E = Evolution (how fast does your relationship evolve)

Very slowly. Not because he’s uncomfortable with changes, no. Sugawara enjoys every second with you and thinks you don’t have to rush into anything. He wants it all to be special that you will remember these milestones for a long time, and smile while thinking of them.

F = Fiancee (do they want to get married)

He definitely wants to marry you. Even if weddings become increasingly out of fashion, it is part of a relationship for him. He would love to see you in a wedding dress, and would cry inwardly with joy when you walk to the altar. Sometimes when he puts his signature under an exam, he leans back in his chair and silently mumbles your name with his last name.

G = Gentleman (how gentle are they)

Sugawara is very gentle and attentive. Whether it is his touch, how he gently lays his hand on your shoulder, or your conversations, where he’s just fixating on you. But he can also be rough, then only unintentionally, when you fight playfully and he accidentally kicks you out of bed because he forgets that he is much stronger than you.

H = Hugs (do they like hugs/cuddles)

It depends on where you are. At home, he loves to cuddle or hug you. Whether it’s small gentle hugs or swinging twists with you in his arms. He loves it to cuddle in the evening, before you sleep. But his favourite position is, you both are facing each other with your arms draped around your body’s. You can look each other in the eye. And that’s what Sugawara loves, watching you full of love while caressing your form.

I = I love you (how fast do they say it)

Unlike in the evolution of your relationship, it happened quickly when Sugawara said ‘I love you.’ for the first time. And even now he whispers to you every night a fond ‘I love you’ before he gives you a kiss on the shoulder and falls asleep.

J = Jealousy (how jealous do they get, what do they do when they’re jealous)

Sugawara is not jealous, he trusts you completely. But if it should come to a situation where he gets jealous, he would wave and come to your side with a broad grin to give you a smack on the cheek. He would also leave you quickly if you want to, but not without telling you how much he loves you. Hoping the person in front of you understands you are in a relationship with Sugawara.

K = Kisses (how are their kisses)

His kisses are usually playful and loving. Fleeting and brief kisses on the lip followed by a cheerful smile as he looks into your eyes is his way of affection. Tongue kisses are rather rare. In the beginning he was nervous and overwhelmed with tongue kisses, and had more often accidentally hit his teeth against yours, but he got better and better.

L = Light up (what do they do to make you feel better after a rough day)

If you have a bad day, Sugawara immediately notices it. He makes you a hot tea or chocolate and snuggles you in a warm blanket. He listens to you if you want to let all the negative out while he’s standing behind the sofa scratching your head. If you still don’t feel better after that, he stretches out his hand, tense it and knocks with the side of his hand on your shoulder, with the words ‘out with the negative energy!’

M = Mornings (how you start the day)

In the week you get up alone, because Sugawara has to get up before you. On weekends, he likes to lie in bed with you. Usually you get up before him, make a nice breakfast before you wake him up with the meanwhile bright sun rays. You have breakfast together while talking about what you are going to do today.

N = Nurse (how do they take care of you when you’re sick)

If you are sick, he will make you a lot of tea and bring you some of the delicious chicken soup his mother made especially for you. He always reminds you to drink and eat a lot, but leaves you alone in bed most of the time, since he knows you need rest to get fit again. Still, he checks the bedroom every hour to see if you need anything.

O = Open (when would they start revealing things about themselves)

Sugawara is more of a listener than a speaker. That’s why he reveals nothing unless you ask him to. He has no problem talking to you about himself, only he prefers to talk about you. Even in the beginning it was okay with him to reveal things about himself if you asked him.

P = Pregnancy (do they want kids, how are they in your pregnancy)

He definitely wants kids, but he isn’t pushy about this topic. Step by step. Sugawara would barely change in your pregnancy. He would just pay more attention to buying food that you can eat. He tries to be present at all gynaecological appointments, even if he does not always make it. Sugawara would be incredibly proud and would tell his friends about the fact that you two will soon have offspring.

Q = Quarrels (how is it to have a fight with them)

You don’t know exactly what it’s like to argue with him, since you almost have no quarrels. Sugawara always tries to settle everything as peacefully and adult as possible, so that there is no quarrel, since he hates it to see you upset.

At your wedding he is the happiest man on earth when he sees you in the beautiful dress before him. So damn happy that he’s crying. You have a small wedding, only with your closest friends and relatives. You have rented a room and spend your wedding there classically and comfortably, with wonderful food, a small wedding cake and calm music.

R = Rings (how do they propose, the wedding, the honeymoon)

His proposal was well prepared. Sugawara had recreated your first encounter. He called you to go to Ukai’s store, because he wouldn’t make it to the restaurant in time. He was just waiting for you to come through the door when Ukai asked if you were looking for the new cafe. At first you were confused, but you could tell from Sugawara’s smile that there is more behind all this. So you played along and Sugawara and you were back at the cafe. When he asked you the same questions as he did when you first met you thought this was the cutest date ever. But you were wrong. In the evening you stood at your doorstep, as he took your hands in his, playing with the back of your hand. It was just the same gesture as years ago, where he confessed his feelings. Yet, it was another kind of confession. It was a proposal full of love.

You spend your honeymoon at home. Because that’s where you feel most comfortable. You sleep long, start your day with cuddling sessions while you sit on the terrace until night afterwards, as Sugawara raises your hand and kisses the no longer empty spot on your ring finger with the words “My beloved Mrs. Sugawara.”

S = Secrets (do they keep secrets from you)

He has no secrets from you. Everything that matters, he tells you without hesitation. If he hides something, then only because he has forgotten to say it, so unintentionally.

T = Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks)

He would put a lot of effort into the relationship. After all, he wants you to lack nothing. He loves to see you smile. You always go to a restaurant or cafe together after work. Also, he often gives you something, but mostly small things that have a deeper meaning. For example, a necklace which reminds you of your first vacation. He also does not shy away from daily chores, he makes breakfast, laundry and goes grocery shopping during the week.

U = Ugly (their bad habits)

He’s not a big talker, so he often carries his insecurity and negative feelings around until you talk to him about it. He often thinks that he didn’t deserve you. Another bad habit is that he distributes his pens everywhere in the apartment and never knows where he put them down.

V = Voicing (how hard is it for them to talk about their feelings)

It’s not really hard for him to talk about his feelings. Only he does not talk about them without being asked, because he finds them too unimportant and does not want to burden others with it. But when it comes to expressing his love for you, he does so without hesitation. He tells you how happy you make him every day.

W = Waking up (how is it to wake up by their side)

Waking up next to Sugawara can be nice but also exciting. He rarely wakes up before you, then strokes your cheek while watching you until you wake up. He greets you with his angelic smile and a gentle ‘good morning’. You cuddle for a while before you get up, have breakfast together and then get ready for the day. But most of the time you get awake through his arm in your face, his loud snoring because he’s lying on his back. You get up to let the bright light into the room because that’s the only thing that really helps to wake him up. While Sugawara is still busy getting up, you prepare breakfast and push the hot coffee into his hand while he strolls into the kitchen like a zombie.

X = XOXO (PDA, kisses or hugs in public)

He enjoys being close to you, but he’s not one to be extremely touchy. Most of the time, Sugawara walks beside you, always looking down at you to give you a friendly smile. But if you are in the city where several people are too, he likes to hold your hand or just your little finger. Also, he does not like to kiss you properly, because this beautiful look of you after your kiss no one but himself may see. But he likes to give you a smooch on the cheek to say goodbye, or hello, or if he notices men are watching you.

Y = Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner)

In general, Sugawara hates arguments. He just doesn’t feel comfortable with them and doesn’t want to hurt the other person’s feelings and probably barley soup. In a partner Sugawara wouldn’t like it if you’re not self-employed or if you would dislike his friends.

Z = Zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs, does it change around a partner)

Sugawara always sleeps on his back. At first, it looked frightening how little he had moved, almost like a corpse. But you quickly learned that he uses his arms to stretch them all over the bed. Sugawara needs a blanket to sleep properly, and only a pillow because several would disturb him. During the week he tries to fall asleep around 10pm, but he rarely succeeds. Most of the time he stays awake into the night to correct exams or to write new plays for his team. Therefore, he often lacks sleep, which is why he probably wants to sleep for a long time on the weekend. What’s changed since he’s been with you is that he’s snuggled up with you until you fall asleep before he lies on his back again and that he is less awake into the night, since he always gets tired when he cuddles with you and then usually briefly falls asleep after you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #sugawara x reader #koushi x reader #nelas easter event

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the-cult-of-russo · 3 years

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Push and Pull (Part 23)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x OC

Warnings: cursing

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Daphne's head rested on the glass of the cab window as it drove. After falling asleep the day before, she'd ended up sleeping well past noon. She'd woken to a message from Mrs Grimes asking for an update and decided to go and see her. She’d needed a serious talk with her about what they'd found. This was so much more than some petty revenge and she needed to make sure she knew that. When she'd shown Mrs Grimes what she'd found, even the older woman was shocked and a little frightened. She knew he'd been getting money slipped under the table from the mob but she hadn't realised just how bad it was. Daphne had told her that she'd been working with Brett on the Italian case and she needed to pass over the intel. She told her to hold off on the divorce thing for now because it wasn't the best time and she might end up hurt. Her advice was to act normally as to not give anything away, and since the married couple rarely saw each other these days, it wouldn't be too hard. With protective custody not being an option as it would have sent off red flags, she assured her that once she told the cops, they'd have eyes on her to make sure she was fine.

Mrs Grimes seemed satisfied about it all and even agreed to cooperate with the police when the time came. It was selfish in nature since she'd known about some of the shady dealings and kept it quiet. She probably hoped it would keep her out of trouble. But in the end she would eventually get what she wanted, which was her husband disgraced and locked up. So she agreed.

Now Daphne was on her way to the station to give Brett what she had. She worried her lip, eyes glazed as she stared out of the window. Her mind was swirling with what she'd found and it itched at her brain that the pieces didn't quite fit. She didn't understand why Mr Grimes had written down the name of a military ship or how it was connected to this mysterious weapon. She even wondered if it was some kind of military weapon but even that still didn't explain how the Italians would be connected to it. Her brain hurt. It was all way above her paygrade and she just wanted to hand off what she had to the cops and leave it at that. This was their problem. Of course she'd help out in her own way if Brett needed her to and she wouldn't rule out the possibility of her doing her own recon because of her natural curiosity and need to know things. But for now, she needed a break. Things had been way too hectic and now she had to deal with the lingering anxiety over just what was coming for Hell's Kitchen.

Once the cab pulled up, she murmured a thanks as she paid the driver and got out. The sun felt like it burnt into her retinas and she winced. Despite the long sleep, she was still tired. Her sleep schedule was all fucked and her body was angry at her for it. She'd also not been eating much lately and she was well aware of how she was starting to lose weight. She had on jeans and a simple tee, her backpack slung over her shoulder and her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head. She didn't even look in the mirror before she left the apartment this morning.

"Daphne!" She turned her head as she rubbed her bleary eyes, finding Karen, Matt and Foggy loitering outside the precinct, Karen being the one to call her over. She didn't know why she was surprised to see them since they seemed to be here more often than not. She walked over, her hand clutching the strap of her backpack.

"Wow, you look rough," Foggy winced at her and she squinted.

"Just what every girl wants to hear," she snorted wryly.

"No! I mean… I just meant, you know, you look… tired and maybe a little… sickly," he muttered carefully.

"She's not been eating," Matt piped up, earning a dirty look. She almost made a quip about him using his senses and hearing her growling stomach but she kept her lips firmly sealed given present company.

"As fun as this is, I need to give Brett what I found from the ball," she sighed.

"That bad?" Karen asked sympathetically.

"Bad and confusing," she huffed.

"Anything useful?" Matt asked as he glanced her way.

"I'll swing by the firm when I'm done here and you guys can see for yourself," she murmured. She didn't linger around much longer before jogging up the steps and heading inside. She headed straight for the offices, peeking her head through the door. When Brett looked up, she gestured with her head for him to go to her.

"Got something?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah. We need privacy though," she muttered tensely. He nodded, looking apprehensive of the news she might have as he led her to an empty interrogation room. Once they both sat down, she grabbed the file she had made from her backpack and slid it over to him.

First she explained about her case with Mrs Grimes since she hadn't done so before. She anticipated the lecture he gave her about how risky her plan at the ball had been, but he couldn't deny it was worth it. He was just as confused about the cryptic writings from the journal but he seemed very interested in the evidence of Mr Grimes selling information. There were a lot of names in the book and that gave them some leads on where to look. It seemed to take forever to explain the whole thing to him but she wanted to make sure she hadn't left any of it out. She wanted to hand this case over to the cops so she could wash her hands of it. Or as much as she could since it would still bother her that she couldn't figure it out.

She was dead on her feet by the time she got to Nelson and Murdock and she walked right in. They were just seeing out a client, saying their goodbyes as she loitered in the waiting room patiently. Karen pushed her gently to sit in a chair and then the other three did the same, sat in some kind of weird circle. Crime seekers anonymous.

"Alright, let's hear it," Foggy said resolutely.

"There were two books. These are from the first one. Some kind of record of his transactions with the Italians. I did some digging and the ones with crosses next to them are all missing. I think it's safe to presume they're dead," she said wearily, handing them her own file on the case.

"What about the other book?" Matt asked. She was so tired she almost handed the pictures to him and told him to see for himself. She was glad she didn't because she'd feel like a real asshole. Instead, she handed it to Karen.

"He's fucking insane. I can't make heads or tails of the shit he wrote about. The only good thing I got were some names of big players. And also that," she muttered, pointing to the picture of the cinnamon dusted writing as Karen looked at it. She read it out loud and furrowed her brow.

"What does that even mean?" She frowned.

"Maybe some kind of code?" Foggy suggested with a shrug.

"It could be," Matt sighed. He sounded as frustrated as she felt.

"Why's the writing all weird and redish?" Foggy questioned as he took the picture from Karen.

"The page was ripped out but the imprint was left behind. I only had cinnamon," she snorted in reply. Foggy found it hilarious and Karen grinned as she shook her head.

"Resourceful as always," Matt smirked at her.

"I tried. It's not the greatest shit I've found but it's better than what we had. I gave Brett everything so I guess it's up to the cops now," she sighed.

"Which means you can actually get some sleep and eat real meals," Matt said firmly as he looked in her direction.

"I miss the days you cooked for me," she muttered in contempt.

"Wait, what? You used to cook for her?" Karen shot them both a goofy grin like it was the cutest thing she’d ever heard.

"Damn right he did! He'd send me over with it and I might have kinda kept it from her that Matt was the one who cooked it. But it's only 'cause she really didn't like him back then,” Foggy chuckled.

"That's adorable. Why'd you stop?" She asked as she glanced at Matt. He'd been looking somewhat bashful with his head lowered and he chuckled.

"He started banging her instead," Foggy replied. He seemed to do so without thinking because he looked shocked before snorting at the dirty look Daphne shot him.

"Foggy, I will hit you with my cane," Matt glowered. He was vaguely amused though if his slightly quirked up lips were anything to go by. Daphne covered her mouth as a giant yawn forced its way out.

"Alright, it's time for you to get to bed, missy," Karen said firmly, pointing at her.

"Need me to walk you?" Matt asked. She shook her head as she stood up, putting her case files back in her backpack.

"I'm just gonna get a cab. I'm not sure if I can walk home right now," she admitted with a grateful smile.

Karen pulled her into a warm embrace which was soon followed by Foggy's bearhug. She was a little caught off guard when Matt pulled her into a hug too but she didn't say anything. She just gave him a quick hug back and presumed he did it so it didn't look weird that he didn't. Her brain was too tired to care.

She dozed off a few times in the cab home. She felt like she could sleep for a week and part of her wondered if she should. She could have a mini break from all of this. Just relax before she took on another case. When she finally made it up the million stairs of her building, she unlocked her door and trudged through. There was a brown envelope on the floor, someone slipped it under the gap at the bottom. She frowned as she scooped it up. She idly wondered if it was the landlord or something.

She tossed it on the coffee table as she got ready for bed. Once in her pyjamas, she opened it. She was going to leave it until the morning but honestly, her curiosity wouldn't let her. After ripping it open, she stilled completely at what she was looking at. It was a picture of her. She was just out walking in the street, no doubt running some kind of errand. She turned the picture over in her hand and read the writing scribbled on the back.

'They're watching you'.

She inhaled a sharp breath, a chill running down her spine. Her first thought upon seeing it was that it was a veiled threat from the Italians. Something to scare her. But the wording suggested that even though it was most likely the Italians who took the picture, the person who sent it wasn't. It wasn't a threat, it was a heads up. A warning. She had no idea who it could be. Anyone she actually knew would have just told her.

She felt unsettled when she slipped into bed. The knowledge that someone was watching her, that a target was on her back, worried her. She thought she'd been careful but somehow they knew. She wasn't sure what to do about it all. A huge part of her knew she should tell Brett or Matt, anyone. But she didn't want to drag anyone else into this mess. She didn't want anyone else she knew with a target on their backs. She'd keep it to herself for now and see if anything else happened. She fell to sleep with the lingering question of who it was that sent her the picture.

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shinsorokiri · 4 years

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UA Idol | Chapter Twelve

Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

Word Count: 2,812

Warnings: Language, dense Shinsou and (Y/n)

A/N: School is kicking my ass. Literally been in it for one week and I’ve had two mental breakdowns, not to mention one of my literal idols and one of the best actors to bless the art of acting passed away yesterday. I hope this is a good chapter, I didn’t have a lot of time during the week to write it, but I did my best for everyone. I would have preferred to make it longer, but I sadly ran out of time. Next week will be fun to write though, because I have so many ideas for what is about to happen during the performances, and I hope I can translate that into written words. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! :)

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You and Shinsou were correct and Denki and Mina wanted to get trashed. They let the both of you know that the second all the contestants are cleared to go back to the lobby. They also started genuinely praising the two of you. “You guys did so good I cannot believe you actually got to perform your original songs in front of an entire crowd,” Mina basically squeals as everyone files out into the lobby of the theater. “I can’t believe you two actually performed originals. That’s crazy! How did you have the courage to do that, that’s deadass so manly,” Kirishima starts fanboying, and you and Shinsou just grin at each other. “Well, we performed originals at the general auditions portion, so we figured why not perform originals again. And also, a lot of the songs out there are about love and no offense, but I’d rather die than sing about love,” you respond, and Shinsou nods. “You two are fucking weird. Talented, but weird,” Bakugo grumbles. Mina, Denki, and Kirishima begin planning on going out to get drinks later, with Bakugo grunting in response every now and again, but as it turns out, the judges had different ideas for how your night was about to go.

“Hello everyone. As you know, we have a group challenge where you’re required to get together in groups of four and perform a song for the four of us. This usually takes all night long, and lucky for you, tonight is the night you have to prepare for it. But before you jump to find three other people to sing with you, this year, we’re changing it up a bit,” Midnight explains, and everyone starts mumbling to each other. Your eyes widen, and you look at Shinsou with a shocked expression. He returns the look, what could they be planning on making you all do instead of the group challenge? Or did they pick the people you were singing with for you? “Instead, you will all find a partner, and do a duet. We have a list of songs you can perform, you’re allowed to repeat songs other people have performed, but just know that if we see the same song performed the same way over and over again, we’ll get a little tired.”

“Actually, I enjoy hearing everyone’s individual voices on songs, even if they perform it in a similar way to someone else,” Toshinori’s blind positivity cancels out Aizawa’s harsh negativity, and you can tell it makes Aizawa genuinely want to die. It’s kind of funny, not gonna lie. But in all seriousness, duets? “Duets, as I’m sure a lot of you know, are actually harder than group performances. You don’t have four people to rely on, only one other person and there has to be some sort of chemistry, or the duet just flops. So, pick wisely, but also don’t pick someone who may overshadow you. Just because you’re a pair for this challenge doesn’t mean the two of you will go through together. And like Midnight said, you have all night to prepare, the first duet will sing tomorrow at three in the afternoon. The reason we’re having this happen so early s a secret for now but know that there is a reason. Happy singing, everyone,” Keigo says, giving everyone a wink before the judges leave the room. Shinsou immediately grabs your shoulder. “Partners?”

“Partners,” you confirm, giving him a nod. You have to pretend that him suddenly gripping onto you like that didn’t make your heart beat faster. And that when he let go, you have to act like it didn’t disappoint you. But in reality, you wouldn’t mind if he would touch you forever. Wait, stop thinking like that (Y/n). He’s just your friend. No. Luckily, you’re able to break out into a grin, when you hear a groan behind you. “This sucks! I wanted to do the group performance with all of you that would have been so fun,” Mina whines, and Denki nods. “Well, hey, at least you can do the duet together, you suggest, and she sighs. “I guess, but it just won’t be the same. Let’s go pick those songs we can sing,” she says, beginning to walk over to where the list of songs is. They were almost all love songs. Except for like, five. Which were about heartbreak. Lovely. You hear Shinsou sigh, and you look over at him. “What are we thinking?”

“Well, we need to be unique somehow.”

“True, true. Which will be hard considering literally all of these songs are being sung at least once.”

“Great. We’re playing instruments, right?”

“Oh, 100%. I’m not about to just stand onstage and sing about love to you, that would be... awkward, right?” You fidget with your hands, and he reaches back to the back of his neck. “Yeah, it would be. Very awkward. The most awkward thing, really,” he mumbles, awkwardly chuckling afterwards. A lot of awkward just radiated off of him in like one minute. And you for that matter. Why did it feel so awkward anyways, it’s not like you wanted to sing a love song to him in front of a bunch of different people. Definitely not.

“So… heartbreak songs? They have Cardigan by Taylor Swift on here.”

“Yeah… and Falling by Harry Styles.”

“I like both of those options,” you say, going back and forth between them in your head. Shinsou nods, “How about we try both of them and pick the one we like the most?” You grin at his suggestion, giving him a thumbs up. “Let’s find a place with a piano. Both of those songs are piano heavy, and I think it would be too hard to come up with something unique on the guitar in the amount of time we have,” he suggests, and you agree. “Do we know who’s performing first?”

“I don’t think we find out until tomorrow morning; they need to see who all is paired and then go from that.”

“Makes sense, let’s write ourselves down then. We’ll put our names on both songs and then come back and cross out one of them when we decide,” you say, writing yours and Shinsou’s names down under Cardigan. He follows suit, writing your names under Falling. You both slink away into a set aside practice room with a piano and make yourselves comfortable. Of course, the cameras would come in every once in a while, asking the two of you what you were thinking of doing. “Right now, we’re stuck between two songs, but we’ll figure it out eventually,” Shinsou informs them and then they leave, letting you two finally begin to practice.

“Okay, so luckily, I know how to play Falling on piano because it’s honestly just a good fucking song,” Shinsou says, and you laugh. “I know how to play it too for those exact reasons, actually.”

“Wow, I can’t believe we’re the same person.”

“Shut up, loser, we are nowhere near the same,” you joke, and he rolls his eyes. “Whatever you say, kitten.” You punch his shoulder and he feigns injury, causing you to laugh. Of course, your laugh causes him to laugh because I mean your laugh is the cutest thing he’s ever heard and it’s ridiculously infectious. And yeah, he admits your laugh is cute, but friends call each other cute all the time. Duh. “Okay, but seriously, let’s practice Falling and then Cardigan and see which one we actually want to do,” you say, breaking him out of his intense staring at you that he didn’t even realize he was actually even doing. He quickly turns his head to look at the piano, and acts like he wasn’t just observing how breathtaking you looked when you were laughing. Especially when you were laughing because of him. And the way that the light was shining on your face seemed to just make you look even better and yeah nope, time to sing a sad song that’s enough of that.

He begins playing the beginning, and you start singing the lyrics, and your voice is still just as amazing as it was when he first heard it. He never understood how someone could be so perfect until he met you. He joined in eventually, the two of you adding some experimental harmonies every now and again until the end of the song. “I didn’t hate it,” you say, and he nods in agreement. “But maybe, just maybe, Cardigan will feel better?” he suggests, and you grin at him. You pull up the sheet music on your phone, beginning to play and read it at the same time. Shinsou begins singing the song, and you nearly mess up on the piano because his voice is just so beautiful that it caught you off guard. You’ve heard it so many times now that it seems almost ridiculous that it would have this effect on you, but yet here you are. You push back the feelings and continue playing, and even beginning to sing after a while. You knew all the words to the song, but Shinsou was still kind of iffy on some parts, so there would be times when he would drop out and you would pick it back up for him. All in all, it went really well, but it still was just… missing something.

“I don’t know what’s wrong, but it just… doesn’t feel right. I absolutely love the lyrics and meaning of Cardigan, but Falling seems like the safer option since we both know the piano and all the words without fail,” you say and Shinsou sighs. “I know what you mean. I guess we’ll go with falling then…? I don’t know, I hate this entire thing of having to choose one song and perform it, we could probably write one in the amount of time it takes to prepare just this one that was already written,” he says. “You are 100% correct. Too bad we can’t do that, that would save us a lot of time being indecisive over what we actually want to do with this.”

“Yeah. Well, we should probably go with Falling, so I’ll start messing around with the piano to see how we could make it a little different than everyone else who will inevitably decide to do this song,” he says, starting to play the beginning again.

“I wonder what Denki and Mina are going to perform. I know they said they were going to perform New Rules, but they never really stick with their first choices, like ever,” you say after about the fourth hour of the two of you messing around with the instrumental for Falling and coming up with nothing. “Probably some really sappy love song or something to do with sex. They know how to sell sex,” Shinsou says and you nod. “That they do. They’re too hot for their own good,” you joke and the both of you chuckle. “Well, whatever it is will definitely be the complete opposite of whatever we decide to do.”

“And we probably will never hear the end of it,” you say, and he nods. “We definitely won’t. Why don’t you two ever sing happy songs, I swear it’s so depressing listening to you,” Shinsou imitates Denki and you laugh. He was spot on. “Wait, I think I got an idea for the first verse piano part, let me work it out real quick and then we can try to sing it again,” he suggests, and you nod. You go on your phone, absentmindedly beginning to sing the lyrics to Cardigan under your breath. You think nothing of it, you just sang the song a few hourus ago and you very much enjoy it, so of course you would keep singing it. You only stopped when Shinsou said your name. “Yeah?”

“Do that again.”

“Do… what again?”

“Sing Cardigan. Go. Now.” You raise an eyebrow at him but start singing it regardless. You don’t understand what’s happening until you realize he’s playing the piano for Falling, and not for Cardigan. And it fits perfectly with what you’re singing. Then he begins singing verses of Falling, and again, it flows perfectly and sounds like the two song were written with each other in mind. He stops playing after you reach the end of the first chorus, and the two of you just look at each other. “Now this feels right,” you say, and he smiles at you. “Falling Cardigan, anyone?” The two of you immediately get to work, going back and forth with the lyrics of the two songs and making a mash-up. “Do you think this is allowed,” you ask and Shinsou shrugs. “Might as well try. I mean they’re both songs on the list so why not, you know?” He had a valid point. Any your little mash-up sounded dope. Not to mention all the nice harmonies the two of you included. And the way that you both decided to play the music for the entire song was about to look so cool. It also helped that the both of you could play the piano for Falling in your sleep, because if not everything probably wouldn’t have gone the way it was. Now, you were just excited to actually perform this for the judges and everyone else. And it’s a good thing you and Shinsou can run on low hours of sleep, because to make this perfect you two needed to rehearse for quite some more time. But it’ll be worth it.

Suddenly, PM bursts through the door to your practice room, cameras following. “Hey there, you two! Is it okay if I talk to you for a bit?”

“Yeah, sure,” Shinsou says, and you both divert your attention to him. “So you two decided to team up together, huh?”

“Yeah. Well, we actually met at the general auditions through mutual friends, and ever since we’ve been sharing song lyrics and talking to each other all the time, actually,” you say, and Shinsou nods. “It only makes sense for us to do a duet together, really. We like the same type of music, so we decided to just go for it,” Shinsou adds on, and PM smiles. “Well, what have the two of you decided on?” You and Shinsou give each other a little grin before Shinsou answers. “It’s a surprise.”

“A surprise? It has to be from the list of songs, you two know that, right?” “Yeah, we know. And it is. But you’re just going to have to wait and see what it actually is,” you say with a small smirk. PM laughs, and then camera quickly divert from the two of you to two other contestants who just broke out into a verbal fight in the lobby. “Okay, but seriously. Now that the cameras are gone, what are you two thinking of singing?”

“Well, we couldn’t decide between two songs, so we decided to do both of them.”

“At the same time,” you finish for Shinsou and PM smiles, and shakes his head. “You two are the most original contestants I think we’ve ever had on this show, that’s for sure,” he says and the two of you smile. It’s nice being complimented like that. But that can’t be true. “I’m sure there were other people before who were just like us,” Shinsou says, basically reading your mind. “Oh, I’m suure there were, but none of them actually showed it! You two are unapologetically yourselves, and unsurprisingly that’s making the two of you a seemingly unstoppable team. I have to go interview more contestants, but just know that if you two stay on the track you’re on right now, you’ll make it through Hell Week and probably to the very last live show. I’m rooting for the both of you!” he enthusiastically says, basically sprinting out of the room and onto the next duo he wanted to talk to.

You and Shinsou give each other a happy look. You don’t really believe you deserve this kind of recognition and praise; anyone could do what you were doing, but Shinsou on the other hand was genuinely amazing. He deserved every good thing anyone said about him. And although you didn’t know it yet, Shinsou felt the same way about you that you felt about him. And he didn’t think he was anything special at all. You though? You were perfect. Everything you did was wonderful, and he believed everything good should go to you. He was pushing to showcase you in the duet, and you were pushing to showcase him. There was a perfect kind of push and pull, similar to the way the ocean works, between the two of you.

You two really do make quite the team, even if you don’t know quite how good of a team you were yet.

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blissfulparker · 5 years

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Ladybug and Butterfly—dad!Peter Parker

Parings→dad!peter x reader

Warnings→angst, death,

Summary→where peter is forced to leave behind the two things he loves the most, his daughter and his wife

A/n→when I said I was in the mood for heartbreak I meant it. Also sorry there is no read more link, I can’t find my computer charger and I dunno how to do it on mobile.

Spider-Man’s identity reveled last night after the hero tragically was found dead

Peter Parker, young man who was our beloved hero, Spider-Man, found dead

Our hearts break as our one—

The T.V. Went black. Every channel you changed to had something to say about peter, interviews with officers, fans of the hero, people who lived nearby. All stations talked about was Spider-Man, even the ones that weren’t News stations had something to say.

Your hands shook as you dropped He remote and couldn’t believe all the things you were hearing. Peter was gone, peter was dead, your husband Peter Parker was found dead.

After a distraught call in the middle of the night from an unknown number that had dilaled you three times, you picked up and heard the sound of an officer. The man called you and had informed you that peter had been found on the side of the street with multiple gunshot wounds and that you needed to come quickly.

Peter went though a lot of things but never died from them. Hell, the boy went to space even. You never though a little gunshot wound would be the last of your everlasting boy.

“Mama?” Your six year old, May Parker, sat down on the couch next to you. Seeing her mother in tears was never a good thing. Seeing her mother without her father in tears scared her more. “Where’s daddy?” She looked up with big eyes. Peter, she looked so much like peter. The moment she came out of you, you knew she was peters girl. She had his eyes, his smile, his smartness, his hair, she was all his. He always told you that she had your stubbornness though, put up a good fight for a good reason.

“Daddy,” how do you tell a child her father is gone? How do you tell her he’s not coming home? How do you tell her any of that? Her role model was gone. “Daddy, he’s hurt right now okay?” You sniffle and she nods as she pulls out a crumbled paper of a drawing.

“I made him this, can we give it to him when he comes home, please?” She asks with big doe like eyes. Tears fall and you can’t help them, they trickle down your face and the little girl furrows her brows softly.

“Bug,” you pull her into your lap and pet her hair. “I have to tell you something.” You sniffle and she looks up. “Daddy can’t come home.” You cry and she turns and looks at you.

“Why not?” She was so innocent, so innocent and it wasn’t fair peter was gone.

“Because daddy got really hurt, really hurt. And he can’t come home. He can’t come home at all but he loves you and he loves us so much and it wasn’t his fault.” You tell her and she looks down at her hand with the drawing in them.

“Daddy can’t come home?” She sniffled and you nodded wiping your tears.

“No, no bug he can’t but he wishes he could.” You tell her and she falls back into your chest.

“I want him home.” She mumbles and you kiss the top of her head.

“Me too, me too.” You stare off and finally look to see the picture. Her, Spider-Man, and you. In the back was New York City and peter was waving and the two of you had big smiles. It was pure, innocent, soft, everything that made you wish he could stay.

“Alright ladybug, what story for tonight?” He pulls the sheets up and she looks up pretending to think.

“Umm, the one with the metal arm!” She says in excitement. She talked about the one where peter fought Bucky, the winter soldier.

“Nah, I’ve told you that story a million times!” He tickles her and she giggles trying to push his hands off but secretly wanting them on. “Okay How about the spider monkey.” He smiles and she gives him a look.

“Who’s that?” She asks and peter grows the biggest lopsided grin.

“Oh I think you know,” He tickles her again when suddenly the sound of his suit beeping caused him the stop. His emotions dropped as this was the time in the night where he left.

“Can we do a sleepover?” She asks innocently and peter thinks about staying in. Thinks about how he should stay in more, he should be there for her more.

“I wish I could ladybug, but daddy has work.” He pouts and she does as well. He hates seeing his daughter sad, hates it more than anything in this world. So he thinks, he thinks hard of a way to make her happy. “I’ll tell you what, you go into bed and sleep with mom, and I’ll be right there when you both wake up. And then we can have pancakes before school.” He smiles and she grows the biggest smile and sits up.

“Really?” She smiles, two teeth missing and he nods.

“Pinky promise?” He holds out his crooked pinky and her small perfect one wraps around his.

“Kiss it!” She leans in and kisses his pinky.

“Goodnight ladybug.” He gets up and she does as well. You wait at the door for her to come on over and join you in bed.

“Goodnight Daddy!”

“You be careful out there,” you scold as peter shuts the little girls door to have a moment with you before she takes over. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“I know what you’re about to scold me with. I’ll be okay, I promise! I come home every night do I not?” He says and your hand touches the small butterfly necklae.

“I know you do it’s just...it makes me nervous.” You take a deep breath. “Maybe You should stay in and—“ you start and his hand finds yours on the necklace.

“I know what you’re gonna say and I can’t! You know I can’t. I love you two to death, you know that.” He says and you take a deep breath.

“I know, I know, my mind has been a little all over to place with the new files at work and I—“ you start and he pulls you closer.

“Look, I can ask Carol to watch May this weekend and we can go out on a date, how does that sound?” He asks and you look up with a soft smile.

“Sounds perfect.” You let your head rest on his shoulder.

“See? Everything is fine. Spend the night with little May and I’ll see the both of you in the morning. Goodnight my butterfly.” He presses a kiss on your head.

The kiss you’d feel to this moment.

You two woke up. He wasn’t there. He wasn’t there and he made her a pinky promise that he’d be in bed, they’d make pancakes, and she’d go to school. Although she didn’t go to school. She went to Auntie peppers house so you could figure everything out. She was confused, confused as to where he was and as to why she’d never see him again.

You held your girl, you and peters girl. She sniffled into your shirt as all she thought that peter was hurt, not dead. She wanted him home to tell him about the day she had with pepper, she wanted him home so they can play with his Webb’s, she wanted him home so that they can all make dinner and even bedtime was fun when peter was around.

“Did you know that daddy keeps all your pictures.” You reach down and grab the picture. She looks up with hope in her eyes as you say those words. “Everything you’ve ever drawn from the past six years of your life, he’s kept.” You admit. Even when she was one years old and scribbles all over your paper you had for work, Peter kept it claiming it was her first piece of art. You were mad about having to go reprint everything but peter found beauty in everything that girl did.

“Really?” She perks up and you wipe your nose.

“Yeah, you wanna see where he put them?” You get up with her in your arms. She nods as you walk her to your bedroom and get into your closet to pull down a big box titled MAY BLAIR PARKER. It was a collection of all the things peter ‘had’ to have from her. You had your own box of her things but it wasn’t as big as peters for he collects things every day.

You set the box down and start to rummage though it with her showing her all her past drawings when at the bottom you see a smaller box, a box filled with a small lady bug necklace. It was a similar style to your butterfly one peter got you about a year into dating. The one you never took off. There was a small note written in peters sloppy handwriting right under the necklace.

“For my little love bug, when it’s time.”

Your heart broke. Peter always talked about his death in time. When he talked about bens death he never called it ‘passing’ or ‘death’ it was simply ‘his time in another life’ that’s what aunt may always told him. And that’s what you were going to tell Your little May here.

“Look.” You get her attention and she looks over. “Daddy wanted to give this to you.” You caught her attention and she lights up seeing the necklace.

“A ladybug?” She tilts her head and you nod putting it around her neck. “Daddy said that if Spider-Man had sidekicks they’d be ladybug and butterfly.” She touches the small silver pendent. Peter would make up stories to either help her laugh or help her sleep.

There were multiple stories about the ladybug and butterfly helping Spider-Man.

“Did I tell you about the ladybug?” Peter would squat down at her bed and hold he stuffed animal for her.

“The ladybug? Like me?” She asks and he nods as he scoots her over so he can come lay in her bed too.

“Yeah, she has a red suit like Spider-Mans and she can fly. She doesn’t have wings but she can fly and her power is this black force that comes from her hand. She has brown hair and the cutest button nose.” He pokes the girls nose and she scrunches it up. “She And Spider-Man always save the day. Well...most of the time.” He tells her and she sits up.

“Does she work with the butterfly too?” The girl asks now interested. You stand at the door watching the two of them interact.

“Of course. They all work together and they’re kind of like a family. A small one that maybe will get more members.” Peter looks over at you and gives a playful wink. You roll your eyes at peters want for another baby.

“Like the avengers?” She asks and he touches her cheek.

“Better than the avengers.”

You were peters butterfly, always beautiful and lighting up every room you entered.

“I bet they would be named that.” You sniffle letting your heart break a little more.

“Mama?” She looks up and sees your small butterfly at your chest. “Are We butterfly and ladybug?” She asks tilting her head.

“We were always butterfly and ladybug.” You kiss her head and hold her close.

Peter wasn’t gone, he was holding you guys close and looking out for you. Peter could never leave, he could never leave his ladybug and butterfly.

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daggerandrose · 4 years

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And I’d Marry You Harry (Because You Forced Me), 24k, by @2tiedships2

Louis had blindly followed Harry back to his office, closing the door behind him.

“I’m slightly confused,” Louis said. “Actually I’m very confused.”

“About what?”

“What just happened upstairs? Did you forget that you told your boss that we were engaged? Because the last time I checked we are very much not engaged. At all. No offense, but we never will be.”

“It’s really not that complicated,” Harry explained. “We get married and in a year or so we can file for divorce. No big deal. It’s not like you can’t wait a little while to find someone else anyway.”

Louis was going to pay a bus driver to accidentally run into Harry. A concussion would be fine. Obviously a couple broken limbs. That’s something that’s not complicated.

Or The Proposal AU featuring Harry as Sandra Bullock, Louis as Ryan Reynolds, and all the fun a fake relationship and forced engagement can bring.

But When We Kiss..., 8k, by @indiaalphawhiskey

Louis only nodded, still smiling. “Right, okay. As much fun as this has been, I really doubt the lovely heated seating of my car will dull our banter. Or...” he dragged out the ‘r’, eyes mischievous. “Are you really going to let a…” he assessed Harry. “Twenty? Twenty year gap,” he confirmed. “Be the reason you get hypothermia? Is that really the hill you want to freeze on, Mr. Principled?”

–– Or, while Harry and Louis adore the chase, they find they adore each other much, much more.

don’t know if i could ever go without, 14k, by @lovehl

“We’ve come up with a solid solution. You’re not going to like it.”

“What is it?” Louis narrows his eyes suspiciously, glancing at a visibly enthusiastic Liam.

“What if you pretended to be an Alpha?” Zayn suggests.

just a little dance, 1k, by @suspendrs

“Keep your head up, love,” he says, pulling away and grabbing Harry’s hands. “Dance with me.”

“I don’t want to dance,” Harry pouts, but he lets Louis pull him into the center of the dark kitchen, anyway.

“Just a little dance,” Louis says, tugging Harry’s hands until he’s flush against his front.

Or, a tiny drabble based on the cutest lyric from perfect now

Adore You, 23k, by @2ofusmp4

When they’d first come into this lifestyle, the being in their roles in their day to day lives, Louis had struggled with it. He’d found it hard to distinguish between what Harry was doing because he thought he had to, with Louis as his dominant, and what he wanted to do just because of them being partners.

Being ‘twenty-four-seven’ in the traditional sense wasn’t exactly realistic in their life, no matter how much they tried to make it work. They could do small things within their power dynamic, they could try their best to keep it going, but more or less, it wasn’t a constant thing. Harry called it submission with weekends and bank holidays, and it worked for them.

As different as it was from what he expected, no matter what, in the end, it worked for them – and that was all that mattered.

“Can I… take care of you?” Harry had asked, his eyes looking everywhere but at Louis. Louis had just turned twenty-three, they’d been exploring things, doing new things for years, and Harry still managed to surprise him. “Like… Just do things for you like you take such good care of me.”

OR: A canon-compliant fic where Harry wants nothing more than to take care of Louis.

I Love You (From My Head To-ma-toes), 26k, by @yousopugly

When Louis is dared to ask out the attractive Man in the Sweater Vest at the pub, he certainly doesn't expect their relationship to bloom the way it does. Featuring a dare that isn't really a dare, too many vegetable references, and two silly boys falling in love.

Does it Look Devious or Something?, 4k, by @haztobegood

When someone complains about Louis’ new business, he must defend his sex toy shop to the city council.

Written for Prompt #231: The amazement at how much hot air people manage to produce.

Omega Show Repair, 6k, by @musketrois

“Can I help you with anything?” The worker asked.

Heat spread across Harry’s cheeks as he realized he had been silently staring.

“Yes!” Harry scrambled to find the words he needed when all he wanted to do was continue admiring his surroundings, the man included.

The man’s smile didn’t falter as Harry gathered himself, continuing, “I had some questions.”

Harry walked closer and placed his warm hands on the edge of the counter. “My favorite pair of boots need resoled but I wanted to check if you’d be willing to do that for me.”

Harry needs to get his favorite pair of boots fixed.

I Don't Love You I Want in Your House, 6k, by @londonfoginacup

Harry comes into the bakery almost every day trying to woo Louis.

Zayn works out at the gym maybe a little more than necessary so that he can get the chance to watch Liam train.

Niall is the only one who ever checks the mail.

Your secret's safe with me, 7k, by @cameupshort

He knew almost everything about Haz, considered him his best friend. He knew his favourite movies and books, how he liked his coffee, knew how many pets he had and what he was most afraid of. Louis knew how to calm him down when he was panicking, and that he’d lost his virginity to his ex-boyfriend when he was 17. He knew that Haz had curly hair, green eyes, that he was tall and considered himself slightly awkward. He knew his Instagram account that only had aesthetic pictures or ridiculous jokes, but in the all the time that Louis had known him, he’d never learnt, or been allowed to know, Haz’s full name, what he sounded like, or what he looked like.

Louis didn't care.

Or, when Louis' favourite singer comes back and announces he's performing again, him and the rest of his group chat decide to go. When Haz, the man Louis' fallen in love with without meeting him, says that he can't, Louis tries his best to convince him with a drunken phone call, hearing his voice for the first time. It's not until he's at Royal Variety that he swears he can hear it again.

The Finding Sea, 17k, by @angelichl

They met at the ocean, in a way. It makes sense for them to fall in love at the ocean too.

Harry is in love with his best friend. They go on vacation together.

- Fort Myers, Florida. -

Missed Connection, 39k, by @littlelouishiccups

Soulmate AU where your soulmate’s first words to you are tattooed on your skin.

With a boring and generic soul mark like Hi, Harry is pessimistic he’ll ever find his soulmate or that he’ll realize it when he meets them. But he could always have it worse, like his new friend Louis who had a drunken one night stand with his soulmate a few years ago and woke up the next morning alone.

Also, I’ve been reading a lot of sterek fics recently and I found a gold mine in @isthatbloodonhisshirt‘s fics! Holy wow! So many amazing fics!

#mine #fic rec #28th appreciation #fanfiction #larry fanfiction

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therainroguefanfiction · 4 years

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🎮 Fable of Stars; Chenle Zhong (Sportember #004)

📑 Table of Contents | ⚾ Challenge Post

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff, AU

Word Count: 3,295

Pairing: Reader x Chenle

World: NCT

Prompt: “I’ll be more than just a fable, I’ll be written in the stars.”

Sport: E-Sports

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Although e-sports has been around for a while, a lot of people refused to accept it as a true sport. How could they when it only called for sitting and playing video games for hours on end? But they didn’t understand how much work went into training for competitions. Your mind has to be sharp, instincts polished so that you can react at a moment’s notice. You spent hours, days even, trying to hone your skills, often times forgetting to each because of how focused on the game you were. Your body felt the effects, but you couldn’t just stop now.

The largest tournament in South Korea was quickly approaching and you had to improve before then. This was your dream, what you’ve wanted all of your life and you were good at what you did, but there was someone better, someone that always managed to surpass you with very little effort because he’s a “prodigy”. At least, that’s what all of the articles say about him, but those same articles have begun calling you his shadow – Y/N, the second best.

It honestly pissed you off and pushed you to work harder, but in the process, you were also suffering because you weren’t properly taking care of yourself. Every minute of your time was spent training for tournaments, but that bastard never seemed to train. He was always on instagram showing off massive parties, expensive clothes, and fast cars, but he never even mentions gaming or tournaments. You were convinced he didn’t even care about them, which only upset you more.

The door to your gaming room was pushed open, flooding the room with light. That small distraction was enough to effect your tired brain and you didn’t notice the other car coming up beside you until the last second, sending you crashing into the wall as the other racers flew past, crossing the finish line. You groaned in frustration, head falling down onto the steering wheel.

“Babe,” Chenle stepped farther into the room, rubbing at his tired eyes. “Did you stay up all night again?”

You leaned back in the chair, staring at the screen as ‘You Lost’ slowly faded in and out. “I mean, I think I blacked out for a few minutes at some point, but yeah.”

He frowned deeply, brow knitted in concern. While he understood that it was your dream to win this tournament, he wondered if it was really worth it if it meant harming yourself in the process. He hated it so much, but he wanted to be supportive of your dreams. He only wished that you would at least take a little more caution.

With a sigh, he turned the TV off before turning his eyes to you. “Go take a shower. I’ll get breakfast cooked and ready so you can eat and then sleep, okay?”

“But -”

His eyes narrowed, hands on his hips as he tried to act intimidating, but he was far too cute in your eyes for that. “I’m serious, Y/N!”

“Fine~” you conceded, back popping as you got to your feet, but your legs were asleep and you had to hit them a few times before they finally regained feeling. Pecking his lips in thanks, you dragged yourself to the small bathroom, falling to your knees beside the tub as you fumbled to find the perfect temperature – not hot, but not icy either.

As the tub filled up, you sluggishly pulled the clothes from your body before stepping into the water, plopping down which sent water splashing over the side. Thankfully, your dirty clothes caught most of the spill. A content sigh passed your lips as you sunk lower into the water, head lent back against the edge as your eyes slowly closed.

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Chenle set the plate of eggs and bacon onto the table, glancing at the clock with a frown. ‘It’s been nearly twenty-five minutes, Y/N should be done by now.’ His socked feet padded across the wooden floor of the hallway as he approached the bathroom, pushing the door open. “Babe?”

A soft snore left your lips, incoherent words being mumbled as you shifted in your sleep. For a moment, he just kneeled beside the tub, watching the cute expressions you made as he giggled in response. You really were the cutest thing he had ever seen. “Y/N~ Wake up, babe.”

You stirred with a groan, bringing your hand up to rub at your face. “Why am I wet?”

“Because you fell asleep in the bath, you dork.” Chenle stood up, grabbing the fluffy towel off the rack before holding it up length wise. “Come on, the food’s going to get cold!”

You used your foot to pull the plug, letting the water swirl down at the drain as you stood up, the cold air hitting your naked body and making you shiver. “Why’s it so damn cold in here?” You stepped out of the tub, feet on the dirty clothes rather than the cold tiles.

He hummed thoughtfully as he wrapped the towel around you. “The AC wasn’t on when I went to sleep.”

“Oh… Right, I think I turned it on at two because it was hot as Satan’s balls,” you mumbled.

“Another case solved,” he teased, slipping his hand into yours as he led you across the hall into the bedroom. You finished drying off your body as he pulled out your pajamas, clearly trying to make sure you didn’t fall asleep again before getting some food into your system.

After getting dressed, you followed him into the kitchen, catching a whiff of the food that had your mouth watering and stomach growling. “It smells so good~”

“Look out, Gordon Ramsay!” Chenle winked, taking a seat across from you at the small, square table.

You took a few bites, relishing the taste. ‘He’s such a good cook, how did I get so lucky?’ The fork stilled as the thought hit you. ‘He’s a good everything.’ And it was true. You felt extremely lucky to have such a supportive, loving boyfriend. Despite spending ninety-percent of your time playing games, he rarely complained while handling everything around the apartment while also working part-time at the bookstore and attending college. To be completely honest, you were sure that you would be dead by now if it weren’t for him.

Chenle noticed your shift in mood and frowned. “What’s wrong? Did I use too much salt?”

“Ah, no, the food is perfect.” You offered him a sad smile. “It’s just…”

He set his fork down before reaching across the table, his fingers curling around your own. “Talk to me, babe. What’s on your mind?”

“I’m just so thankful for you.” Your grip on his fingers tightened as you shifted your gaze to the food. “You’ve done so much for me and I never even say thank you. I know it’s not fair to you and… really, I don’t know how you put up with me.”

“I do it because I love you.” He smiled brightly, his thumb brushing across your skin. “I want you to succeed and I’ll help you however I can.”

“I know that, but it’s not fair. I’ve actually put a lot of thought into this for a while and… I’ve come to a decision.”

Chenle tilted his head, curious. “What is it?”

“After this tournament, whether I win or lose, I’m going to give up competitive gaming,” you declared, lifting your head to meet his eyes, which widened at the declaration.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yeah, I’ve given it a lot of thought. I’ve spent so many years chasing after this dream that I’ve missed out on a lot of stuff. It’s not healthy and, worst of all, I’ve been keeping you at arm’s length. I won’t lie – I want this so damn bad, but… I guess my journey isn’t meant to be anything more than just a fable about Y/N the second best.”

“I’m sorry,” he frowned, feeling his heart clench at your words. “I’ll support whatever you choose to do, but don’t give up just yet, babe.”

“Eh?”

Chenle grinned, holding up his fork. “If this is going to be your last tournament, you have to do your best!”

With a laugh, you clinked your fork against his. “I will, I promise!”

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You took a deep, shaky breath, in and out, but it did little to help calm your nerves. Your knee wouldn’t stop bouncing despite your silent commands for it to stop. The tournament had finally arrived but you were in the afternoon bracket, which meant there was a lot of waiting around, which only further fueled your nervousness. You could hear the announcer’s muffled voice as he commented on the current match, the roar of the crowd easily breaching the thick walls of the waiting room.

Chenle stepped inside, carrying two sports drinks as he took the seat on your left, offering you an encouraging smile. “You holding up okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, totally…”

His hand slipped into your own and he brought it to his soft lips. “Stay calm, babe, you’ve got this. You’ve been in hundreds of smaller tournaments, this one is just… slightly bigger!”

You smiled at his attempt to comfort you. “You’re right. Besides, it’s almost time and he hasn’t show up, so that’s a good… thing…”

Speak of the devil and he shall appear and appear he did. Oh Sehun stepped into the waiting room wearing a designer black suit, his hair slicked back into a pristine side part. He honestly looked more like a model than a gamer and seeing him made your body tense up, hands clenching around your shorts.

Chenle leaned closer to you, lowering his voice as he glanced at the other man. “Is that he-who-must-not-be-named?”

Under normal circumstances, you would have found the joke to be amusing, but these weren’t normal circumstances and you were far too tense at the moment. “Yeah, that’s him.”

“He doesn’t look so tough. You can do this!”

Your lips twitched up, warmth filling your chest. “Thank you, love.”

One of the producers entered the room, glancing down at his clipboard. “Block C and D, please make your way to the stage. Don’t forget your pass or you will not be allowed to compete.”

The other contestants stood up, filing out of the room. You took a deep breath as you got to your feet, but Chenle’s hand prevented you from moving. He stood up, his lips finding yours as burned with love and support. When he pulled away, his words were a mere whisper upon your lips. “You will be so much more than just a fable, babe, you’ll be written in the stars~”

“Thank you,” you whispered back, pecking his lips before following the line of people.

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“It’s down to the final four! Izumi Wataru from block A. Jiyoung Hong from block B. Sehun Oh from block C. And Y/N from block D. Who will take the crown and the title of e-sports Emperor?! Let’s find out!”

The countdown appeared on the screen that you sat in front of and you gripped the controller tightly within your grasp. The four of you sat in a square, the only lights coming from the bright spotlights beating down on you. Sehun was seated across from you, looking completely unfazed by the bright lights and the screaming crowd surrounding the group.

The game that had been randomly selected for the finals was a JRPG. Not your strongest genre, but you had experience with it, at least. The morning contestants had been given an FPS game, which was easily your worst genre, so you were thankful for something more familiar.

‘Calm down, Y/N. You’ve got this! This is your last chance to show the world that you’re not just second best!’

3, 2, 1, 0, GAME ON!

Your pre-made avatar loaded into the starting zone and you pushed the thumb stick forward to make your character move toward the first quest giver, dodging the NPC that forced a tutorial upon you if you got too close.

“It looks like Izumi got caught by the tutorial, wasting precious time! Sehun has made it to the second quest giver – he’s currently in first place!”

‘What? How?!’ A bead of sweat rolled down your cheeks as you willed your fingers to move faster.

The JRPG competition was a complicated one, with the score being calculated by several different factors. The biggest points come from how far you can get into the main story line within the one hour time limit. Points are also given for side quests, though the number is dramatically lower. The amount of gold collected is also a point factor, but it relies too heavily on luck because the loot is randomized. Finding hidden, secret, or rare items also boost your score, but if you’re unlucky, it’ll cost your valuable time.

‘Please… lord of games, give me luck!’

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A loud horn blasted through the arena as the screen flashed black before the pause menu came up, preventing you from doing anything else within the game. The hour was finally up and you felt so drained, your clothes damp with sweat, making you feel like a roasted turkey under the beaming lights. Even Sehun, with his never-ending poker face, was sweating, peeling the suit jacket from his body as he stood up. His eyes met yours briefly before he headed back toward the waiting room. With a scowl, you followed.

“We’ll be taking a quick break to determine the winner! Let’s give it up for our four finalists!”

The arena erupted with applause and hollers, which was quickly drowned out as you stepped into the back, using your sleeve to wipe the sweat from your forehead. The results would be tallied up any moment and you felt a wave of nervous nausea sweep over you. Forget the waiting room, you dropped into the first chair you came across, elbows on your knees as you hung your head.

“Babe? Are you okay?” Chenle frowned when he finally found you, kneeling in front of you as his hand rested upon your cheek. “You’re pale. Do you feel sick?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, running a hand through your hair. “It’s just nerves, though.”

“It better be,” he pouted, poking your cheek. “You’re not allowed to get sick, I forbid it!” It was subtle, but the corners of your lips twitched up a hair, making him grin proudly. “I made you smile, I win~ Where’s my prize?”

Your eyes met his and you hummed. “What do you want?”

He tapped his bottom lip in thought before his brown eyes met yours. “I want you to be happy no matter the result.”

Your expression softened as you brushed the hair back away from his eyes. “How can I not be happy when I have such a wonderful, supportive boyfriend at my side?”

“Fiance,” he corrected.

“What?”

“I was going to wait until you got the results, but~” he dug into the pocket of his jeans, producing a ring that you thought was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. A hopeful smile came to his lips as he took your hand. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

It felt like the breath had been knocked from your lungs, so instead of answering with words, you nodded frantically, throwing your arms around his neck. He laughed happily, standing up so he could spin you around before sliding the ring onto your finger. His forehead rested against your own, eyes shimmering with warmth and love. “I love you so much, babe.”

“I love you, too, Chenle.”

“Final four, please head back out!” One of the producers called as she speed-walked down the hall.

“You got this.” Chenle rubbed your arms. “No matter what happens, I’ll be here for you.”

You nodded, pecking his lips before pulling away to follow the other two, Sehun coming up behind you. The four of you wished each other good luck before heading back out into the arena and onto the platform where the announcer was waiting. To be honest, your entire perspective had flipped in the ten minutes since the tournament ended. You had been so hyper-focused on winning, on beating Sehun, that nothing else had mattered to you, but now… that seemed so insignificant to you. All you could think about was marrying Chenle, spending your life with one and, one day, starting a family with him.

Suddenly, it didn’t matter if you won or lost. Chenle was easily the most important thing in your life and, somewhere along the way, you had lost focus of your dream. At some point, it had stopped being about doing your best to win the tournament and had morphed into this spiral of obsession about beating Sehun. It didn’t matter if they called you the second-best, it wasn’t important to you anymore.

When you looked out to the crowd, your eyes instantly found him, his hands clasped together in hope that you would win. You realized what you had to do.

“And first place goes to –”

“Wait a minute,” you called out, catching the announcer by surprise. Whispers swept through the crowd as all eyes turned to you, trying to figure out what you were about to say.

“Is there a problem?” He questioned before holding the microphone closer to you so your voice could be heard throughout the arena.

“I would like to withdraw from the competition.”

A gasp went through the crowd as they shifted with unease. Chenle stood up from his seat, eyes wide as he watched you. The other contestants stared at you like you had lost your mind, and the announcer glanced at the producers, unsure of how to proceed. “Are you sure about this?”

You didn’t hesitate. “I’m positive.”

He cleared his throat. “Contestant Y/N from block D has resigned from the competition. Please exit the stage.”

“Thank you very much!” You bowed at the hip before straightening your back and returning to the back with your head held high.

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Your hand slid into Chenle’s, fingers lacing together as the two of you headed for the exit of the arena, talking about your plans for the future. Just as you reached the door, someone called out your name and you paused, turning around.

Sehun came to a stop a few feet away, his eyebrows knitted together as he thought about what he wanted to say. “Are you retiring?”

“I am.”

“I see,” he frowned.

“Did you win?”

“Yes.”

You offered him a genuine smile. “I figured you would. Congratulations.”

Sehun suddenly bowed at the hip. “Thank you for being my rival all of these years. You always pushed me to do better.”

“You… You considered me as your rival?” Your eyes widened in surprise and you found this information to be hard to believe. All of this time, you had just assumed he didn’t even know you existed.

He straightened up and nodded. “I only stayed at the top because of you. You’re a good gamer, it’s a shame that you’re retiring so young.” Sehun glanced at the ring on your finger and, for the first time, you saw emotion on his face as he smiled softly. “Congratulations on your engagement.”

You could only watch as he walked away, your brain trying to process this new information. Chenle wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chin resting upon your shoulder. “Do you regret it, babe?”

“I regret not getting to know him.” You answered honestly, your hands resting on his arms. “But I don’t regret retiring. I somehow feel lighter.”

“I’m glad,” he mumbled softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. And you were, too.

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Lasting Embers part 29: The Gift

The long awaited day is finally here; the day nobody wanted to come. The famous and secret heroes of Remnant finally close the distance to venture off to a threat bigger than any of them. Friends and family by their side not ready to say goodbye but have to nonetheless. All but one that is.....a young and broken girl who still sits against her door; not moving once through the entire night.

[Jaune’s house]

Yujin:......*looks at her window*

Sunlight breaking through the blinds...

Yujin:(It’s morning huh? Have I really been sitting here the entire night? Wonder what time it is? Maybe it’s already past ten and they’re gone.) *looks around* (where’s my scroll?)

She keeps swiveling her head to spot it until it’s painfully clear she has to stand up to look. Blood eventually flows back into her legs and she’s able to move. High and low she search’s for it until she spots it under the door crack.

Yujin:All that searching and it was right next to me. *opens door* I guess I really am slip-......

Yujin:*picks up a small box wrapped in white, yellow, and blue.*.......(Mom did say was leaving the gift here didn’t she? It feels light; maybe it’s a-......why should I care? Why...do I care?)

Her finger rubs the thin paper; surprisingly, it looks like it came from a professional. One thing is for sure, Yang spared no expense when it came to effort. It irritated her slightly to know that. The box was held and admired for a solid five minutes by now. Maybe it would’ve been less time but deciding if she should open it was difficult. What she was holding just might be the last thing she ever gets from her mother. No matter what it is or how she feels it was a truth she had to accept.

Yujin:(It might not be my birthday anymore but still....*undoing paper* it’s only right to open a gift.) Hmm?

Yujin:*lifts up a scroll and a journal*.........(no way they’re school supplies.) *open it*

“Hey Yujin it’s me your mother, but I guess that’s pretty obvious isn’t it? Sorry, writing was never my strongest skill set in school so this might get a little clumsy so to speak. If you’re reading this then I just want to say thank you; taking the time to look at this means the world to me. I also want to apologize for being a terrible mother....."

Yujin:.....

“No matter how I slice it, some of the words you said was true about me. Going off to fight these villains instead of trying to defend you while staying close does not sound or look good. Knowing Summer, she would’ve attempted to at least make it work. Unfortunately I’m not her; the only way I know how to protect you is like this. Fighting along side our family and friends; yeah I’m including Adam in that. Honestly I see some of grit in you and it’s pretty damn awesome. I see so much of everybody who’s got to raise you throughout the years when we interact. Jaune’s will, Mom’s poise, Dad’s heart, and even aspects from Ren and Nora. The only person I don’t really see is me; it stings if I’m being truthful. All you wanted was to get to know me and I’ve robbed you of that. I won’t make the same mistake again.”

Her heart nearly stopped as she turned the page. The left side was more of the message written to her. The right side on the other hand wasn’t a message at all; it was a table of contents. Birthdays, first fights, training, vacations, adventures, it was everything. In just under a week Yang Xiao Long had written about what seemed to be every major and memorable thing in her life. The story of her mother was currently in her hands.

“I know it’s no replacement for a face to face conversation but in this journal I’ve written numerous things about myself so you can know who I am. On the scroll you’ll fine videos of the events in the book; it’s named and put into chronological order thanks to your Aunt. You deserve to see me at my best and worst moments of my life; to know I’m not as glamorous as anybody might make me out to be. Learning about me though isn’t the only thing I wanted to share with you finally. Yujin I want to be able to push you forward in life; be a mother and help figure problems that might come you way. We didn’t get to do much together but if we did anything it was fight. The final chapters was everything I noticed in each one. Not only that but I’ve made a list of possible ways for your Semblance to be used. I hope it’s useful somehow.

Sure enough the list was there and detailed. The back of the book was filled with experimental new tricks that Yujin wouldn’t have began to dream off. Each one carfully described and some drawn for reference.

“I know it never seemed like I was there for you, but I’ve always been in your corner to cheer you on. Despite how you feel about me and whatever happens to me out there, know my love for you will never die. You’ll always be my little ember dragon.”

Yujin:....*starts searching through the scroll* First Day At Beacon? *hits play*

Yang:Yo this is Yang Xiao Long, future huntress extraordinaire. Making this little vlog on the airship because my dad is corny and wants memories. Not all bad though because *flips camera*

Ruby:*hides face* Don’t record me! I

Yang:My baby sister gets to join me! Isn’t she the cutest?

Yujin:(They look so young. I wonder if....) *fast forwards*

Yang:So that air ride could’ve gone better. Some guy ended up getting vomit on my shoe. He’s lucky it wasn’t my hair.

Yujin:(Yep...)

Ruby:Give him a break. Not like he wanted to do it.

Yang:Defending strangers huh? A model huntress already, or is puberty finally hitting you?

Ruby:Puberty has been here thank you very much! He is pretty cute though when his face didn’t look green.

Yang:Eh, not really my type. *video ends*

A small smile creeps onto her face that immediately changes to shock as she continues to searchl. Maybe it was out of instinct but her finger immediately kept scrolling until found it on the day of her birth. The file was named “Sundrop” The video opens with a very tired Jaune holding the camera and pointing it at an even more tired Yang.

Jaune:*whispering* Here we are at Vale General Hospital. It’s very late and we’re both very tired but it doesn’t matter. What matters is the little sundrop my amazing wife is holding.

Yang:*snickering* Sundrop? Not sure how I feel about that.

Jaune:It only makes sense the sunshine in my life gave birth to a smaller sunshine.

Yang:*cuddling her* As far as I’m concerned she shines brighter than me already. Just look at her, I can’t believe I’ve made something so perfect. From here on out it’s all about her from now on; forever and always. *smiles softly*

Yujin:.....*eyes watering*

Jaune:Uh oh, it’s been thirty minutes and Yang has officially lost her mind over this baby.

Yang:Our baby, and it’s been nine months and thirty minutes thank you very much. *kisses it’s forehead* Your daddy is acting like he’s not head over heels for you Yujin. Don’t worry though, as soon as he turns the camera off he’s gonna want to hold you and cry.

Jaune:Possibly.....*video ends*

Yujin:*wipes her eyes*(There’s......so much here. Six days and it’s so detailed. If this is about her life then what’s the last vid-)

“Homecoming”

Yujin:This date is....*presses play*

Ruby is recording her sister as she anxiously bounces her leg on the train ride home. You can tell het smile is filled with happiness and worry.

Ruby:Hello future me or whoever is watching this. You’re currently watching my big sister silently losing her mind as we finally head home from a.....I think eleven years of fighting evil. She’s so worked up that I don’t think she notices that the train seats are heating up and people are staring.

Yang:I’m what? *red* oh, sorry everyone! My bad.....

Ruby:*laughing* Please calm down. It would be a shame if you died of a heart attack before we made it home.

Yang:How can I be calm!? In a few more hours I’ll have Yujin in my arms again.

Ruby:You know she’s not four anymore right?

Yang:I know that, I can still hug her. Hehe I wonder how big she’s gotten, if she’s made friends, *gasp!* maybe even a boyfriend!?

Ruby:Calm down there dork. You’ll see her soon.

Yang:Hopefully she’ll recognize me; hopefully I recognize her. My four year old is fifteen today. *tearing up* God it’s been such a long time. Soon things will be calm; finally I can spend the rest of my life with her. She’s probably absolutely stunning by now. *smiles*

Ruby:Geez you’re about to smother Yujin, I can already tell. Hopefully she’s not in an angsty teen phase.

Yang:Even if she is I’m still gonna smother her! Things are looking up! *video ends*

She didn’t bother to play another video after that. Instead she decided to just stare at the screen as the journal in her hand got gripped tightly. Soon after, the screen became blurry to her; tears kept finding new ways to sneak their way out of her. This time though it was different than the rest. Anger, frustration, and sadness was what kept her down before; now it was the feeling that bothered her all week. For seven days and seven nights she’s done nothing but push out someone who’s been desperately trying to reach her just like how she wanted to reach out to them. The only difference is Yang never stopped trying to reach out for her. Yujin knew exactly what this feeling was and it was about to eat her alive. Guilt and Regret we’re going to ruin any memory she has of her mother, unless......

Yujin:*looks at the scroll*

“8:45 am”

Yujin:*rushing down stairs* Please tell me took grandpa’s car. Please tell me- *looks in garage*

Sure enough, her car was there and ready for use.

Yujin:*wipes her face* Okay..... I can do this.....

[Train Station]

Vale’s train station is one of the remaining architectural works that survived The Fall of Beacon. From here it’s the jumping off point to the rest of Remnant. This feeling is echoed by the fact that even though it’s called a station, there isn’t a real building. A massive slap of concrete with a umbrellas for shade is mostly what is here besides the ticket punchers with their small booths. It’s old fashioned but it works; people come and go from here often. Unfortunately Yang and Ruby didn’t think they’d be here so soon again; at least it’s a beautiful day out. Warm weather and a gentle breeze that blows through the rolling hills behind the rails gives off a sense ease.

Yang:Ruby can I tell you something?

Ruby:You can tell me anything.

Yang:This just might be the worse day of my entire life.

Ruby:Definitely top ten.

Yang:At least I have you though.

Ruby:Always....*grabs her hand*

Raven:You haven’t always had me but I’m definitely here for you! *smiles*

Yang:*snorts* Never doubted it for a moment. I wonder if everyone is still going to show up?

Weiss:What, you think we would “snowflake?”

Yang:Weiss get seri- oh hey you’re here. Wait, did you just make a pun!?

Neo:*walks up* She’s been waiting to say that for a week.

Ruby:Oh hey! I didn’t think you were gonna decide to come.

Neo:Nah I’m not coming; I’m not leaving the Arcs like that. They have good food; I’m just here to see Weiss off. *grabs her hand*

Weiss:*blushing*.......

Ruby and Yang:!!??

Weiss:It’s been an interesting week.

Ruby and Yang:I’ll say....

Tai:*looks at Jaune*......

Jaune:In my defense it wasn’t my idea. Also what were you and Raven doing for a week?

Tai:I can’t tell if you’re more like me or if Yang is more like me. Either way I guess I shouldn’t complain. I’m glad you’ve been someone they could always depend on. I couldn’t ask for a better son-in-law.

Jaune: That means a lot; think they’ll be okay.

Tai:Are you kidding? No one stops our family as long as they’re together.

Adam:Believe me, challenging them alone is a struggle in its own right.

Everyone:Turns to see Adam clothes similar to his days robbing trains. The only difference is the flower symbol is missing and a cloak is over it. His eyes are hidden by shades and even his hair is dyed black. The rest of the family, along with Ilia, and Blake walk behind him.

Yang:Okay so I have two major questions. One, why dye the hair when it’s already long and laid down.

Adam:Just in case.

Yang:Second, I learned you have my sister’s number for years. Why exactly?

Adam:*pulls out cross necklace* rose’s recognize other rose’s

Yang:*looks at Ruby*

Ruby:*holding a cross necklace* It’s a story for another time; maybe on the train ride sis.

Yang:I literally can’t with you all.

Jael:She’s not what I quite expected. What do you think Sien-

Sienna:Uh..excuse me? M...Mrs. Xiao Long?

Yang:Hmm? Well hello there, need something?

Sienna:*ears down* I’m not sure if you remember me but we’ve met before. You actually helped save my life when I was six. I bit your hand?

Yang:......*rubs her ears* Of course I remember you silly. How’ve you been? You’ve grown like a weed. *smiles*

Sienna:*wide eyed* Good! I’ve been really good! You may know or not but I have a sister now. *steps aside*

Jael:.....

Yang:Hey there *crouches* I’ve heard a bit about you. Adam makes cute kids I see.

Jael:Th...thanks. I’ve heard much about you; also your daughter.

There was a sort of coldness in her voice that everyone felt. Her absence was noticeably missed and it took Yang by surprise for her to mention it. Jael didn’t look worried though; she looked eager. Almost like she’s got an itch that desperately needs to be scratch.

Yang:Unfortunately she’s not here. Things for her are rough with all this going on.

Jael:She didn’t want to see you off?

............

Yang:*frowns* No, she didn’t.

Jael:Oh, sorry to hear that. Excuse me but I need a moment. *quickly walks off*

Jacquelyn:uhhh I’m just gonna...yeah. *follows her*

As Jael walks away Tenzen and company pass by her. No glances were exchanged but there wasn’t a need for any.

Tenzen:*stops walking*.......*turns around*

Ren:Everything okay?

Tenzen:Yeah.....just got a chill or something. I didn’t like it. *continues walking*

Jacquelyn:Hey Jael are you-

Jael:She doesn’t even show up to see her family off, is obviously angry with her mom about it, gotten our family roped into it by accident or not. I’m beginning to think I don’t have to actually meet this person before I form my opinion like you guys want.

Jacquelyn:......You hate her don’t you? Even after what your father told you.

Jael:He’s leaving to help protect me but I’m not dumb enough to believe not a piece of it is for her. Just thinking about how someone so loved and blessed with opportunity can be so....so.... *clenches her chest* yeah, I hate her.

Jacquelyn:*slightly opens up her kimono* look at this for me.

Jael:*staring at a scar below her ribs* A scar? How long have you had that?

Jacquelyn:Years, your father gave it to me on accident.

Jael:Wh....what? Why would he.....I thought.... he loves you.

Jacquelyn:Yeah, but you gotta remember the dad you see wasn’t how he used to be. A long time ago hate ruled his life. One time when our Oasis was still being built people came and destroyed everything. They didn’t know who we were, just low lives causing pain. Any time we relocated either grimm got the better of the place or them. We were tired and hungry; him especially. So when they came back again your father was ready to kill them despite my wishes.

Jael:You wouldn’t let him fight?

Jacquelyn:It was a delicate time for him. I was afraid any back pedaling would ruin any progress already made. There were times I fought them but more and more kept coming. Eventually Adam finally lashed out and it did actually scare them away; it wasn’t enough for him though. While one was running away Adam sent a moonslice at him; I jumped in front of it....

Jael:You what!?

Jacquelyn:I wasn’t thinking. All I knew was I was scared of this one incident turning into something worse. That night is still a bit of a blur; I remember an intense pain and then just laying on the sand bleeding. When I woke your father was over right over me crying. It might’ve been the first time I saw him scared and genuinely apologetic. He promised me that night things were going to be different; he’d try harder to do the right thing.

Jael:.......*looks away*

Jacquelyn:Hate and anger are dangerous. You might just get you or someone you care about hurt if it goes unchecked. You have the disadvantage of it most likely being both. Hating this girl is fine for now but don’t let it linger. Let it fade away with time. *holds her close*

Jael:Did dad’s hate fade away?

Jacquelyn:Sort of; he stopped focusing on the hate left by his past and found a way to fill it with love. Sienna eased his mind but I think you really filled it with the love he needed to have. *smiles* You saved him, not me.

Jael:.....I’m gonna just stand here for a moment okay? I’ll come back over when the train arrives.

Jacquelyn:Take the time you need. *kisses her cheek and leaves*

Adam:She okay?

Jacquelyn:Yeah, just processing everything. Sorry about that Yang.

Yang:It’s no problem. I should be the one apologizing; can’t help but feel like it’s my fault a bit. If I knew about her sooner then-

Adam:Geez, apologizing to me feels weird. Just watch my back when things get heavy. *smirks* I’ll watch your arm.

Everyone:.........

Yang:......*rubs nose*

Adam:........*smacks lips*

Both of them end up in a fit of laughter suddenly. To everyone’s surprise they even fist bump and causes everyone else to slowly begin to laugh as well. To any stranger you would think everyone here were old friends since birth. Only they would know the truth about the effort it took to get there. Even Jael admired the sight.

Jael:(Is this what happens when hate heals? If dad could do it then there’s hope for me. I just need time right?)

“9:45 train to north western Anima arrived. 10:00 train to Vacou will arrive soon.”

Ren:Well...that’s me. Time to get healed.

Mercury:We’ll miss you guys.

Emerald:Don’t you dare get lazy out there. We want to meet up with all of you.

Nora:Hopefully we’ll be done before you guys are. Don’t rush your healing for me ok?

Ren:As long as you don’t rush so I don’t have to join. *kisses her* Tenzen?

Tenzen:Yeah?

Ren:Be ready for me to out dance you when I get back. *winks*

Tenzen:*smiles* I accept your challenge! I’ll show the student has surpassed the teacher.

The unlikely trio gets on the train as they wave goodbye. Even with a nice goodbye however, hearts start to get heavy. No turning back now.

Nora:You okay Tenzen?

Tenzen:I’m okay *takes a breath* being here hurts more than I thought to see him go.

“10:00 train to Vacou arrived”

Tenzen:Now I gotta watch you.

Blake:Already!? It’s ahead of schedule.

Nora:*hugs him tightly* No matter what happens, never lose that smile of yours. Light up people’s world and live happily.

Tenzen:Bright and sudden like a lightning bolt; I promise.

Adam:Neo, you’re second in command. I know you and Ilia can handle things.

Weiss:Hey, you got that promotion you wanted.

Neo:By default but I’ll take it. You leave the organization in good hands.

Ilia:I’ll watch her....

Blake:Same....

Frost family:*stares at him*

Adam:*opens his arms* Don’t just stand there you three.

Frost family:*hugs him* Be safe, we love you.

Tai:Will you miss me this time?

Raven:I missed you last time. *kisses him* Don’t worry, I’ll be back in your arms before you know it.

Jaune:*hugging Ruby and Yang* It was seeing you two again*

Ruby:Next time it’ll be for good. You have my word. My house still needs to be rebuilt. I’ll give you two a moment. *dashes off*

Yang:.....I really wanted to wear that wedding ring longer.

Jaune:Next time you will. Until then...*tears up* it’ll be waiting for you just like me. Anything you want me to tell Yujin?

Yang:I don’t know if there’s anything more for me to say. If she never forgives me then......hehe *covers her face* damn it, please let her forgive me. *weeping* I don’t think I can live knowing she won’t!

She breaks down and drops to her knees; not caring who sees. The sight of it is almost too much for Jaune to take as she helps her back on her feet and guides her to the train door. From there Ruby takes her and everyone on it stares back at their family as the doors finally close. The whistle finally blows to solidify the journey, then it starts to move. Slowly at first but surly getting faster. Every so, everybody just keeps staring as the distance grows. The moment nobody wanted is here; the moment of uncertainty.

“STOP THE TRAIN!!!!”

Yang’s head jerked up in shocked. That shout was extremely close; too close to be possible. The train was moving near high speed by now. Already the station looked like a speck to them, but she definitely knew what she heard.

Yang:Please tell me someone else heard that?

Nora*halfway out a window* This is something you might want to see Yang.

Yang:*looks* Y....Yujin!?

Several feet behind them was none other than her daughter driving right beside the train at full speed. She glances over at her mother with an awkward smile and wave.

Yang:YUJIN!?

Adam:Never a dull moment.

Ruby:How’d she gey the mustang off of Patch?

Yujin:Tell the conductor to stop! I’m almost out of ga- *car slowing down* damnit.....!

Yang:Shit! Uhhh is there an emergency break or.... Oh! Make a portal mom!

Raven:That car is still moving way too fast. Last thing we need is mustang flying in here. If she got out the car then-

Nora:Would a boy flying through here be a problem? *smiling*

Once again they look out the window but the mustang is empty. A trail of orange lightning can be seen barely keeping up with the caboose of the train.

Raven:*grabs sword* I’ll try...

Yang:*walks to the back.*

Yujin:Whenever I need help you never hesitate.

Tenzen:*carrying her* By now you should know I have your back; even if your ideas are completely insane.

Yujin:*stretching*If I can just reach the back....I almost..... *grabs it* Ha!

Tenzen:*tosses her up* Good luck!

Yujin:Huh? Take my hand!

Tenzen:Nah, this is your goodbye. Tell my mom she doesn’t have to worry about me. *stops running*

She can see him wave as the distance increases. Her heart starts to race as her palms get sweaty. Only thing standing in her way now is a few doors. All she has to do is open it.

Yujin:*grabs handle* Here goes noth-

Yang:*Opens door*..........

Yujin:....Have you been crying? Your eyes are puffy.

Yang:Your eyes are puffy too......

Yujin:It’s been a rough morning. *pulls out journal* I guess you were wrong about me not getting anything from you; we cry the same. *shaking* You were also wrong about you being a terrible mom. I’m a sorry excuse for a daughter.

Yang:Yujin I-

Yujin:No, I need to get this off my chest. I...*sniff* I punched you in the face, screamed and shunned you. I said I didn’t care if you came back alive. *crying* How could I say that to you!? I am so, so sorry mom. I am ashamed and disgusted with myself for what I did. All you did was try your best to be around ever since you came back and I-

Before she could chastise herself further, Yang reached out and pulled her in close. Whatever Yujin was going to say turned into pure noise as she began to wailing into her mother’s shirt. All Yang could do his hold her tighter she started to cry again too.

Yujin:I can’t believe I wasted the entire week being upset; now I don’t know when I’ll see you again.

Yang:It’s alright, this moment right is enough. It’s more than enough. *lets go* I want you to know that I’m not mad at you in the slightest you got that? Life has a way of bringing people together when it matters most; I’ll come back to you and your father I swear. *wiping Yujin’s tears*

Yujin:We’ll be waiting for you; no matter how long it takes. Mom I...I love you, even when I thought I didn’t. Being your daughter is something I’ll never regret.

Yang:I love you too and I’m so proud of you as well. You’re growing up just fine. *smiles* Promise me something; promise me that you’ll continue to be the best version of yourself you can be and show everyone at Beacon what you’re made of.

Yujin:*smiles* Ha, with this journal I’ll make sure everyone knows what a Xiao Long can do.

Raven:*walks in with everyone, including Tenzen* Sorry to cut this short but people are starting to see we have stowaways.

Yujin:How’d you get on Tenzen?

Tenzen:*winded* We overshot a portal your grandma made. Please don’t make me run that fast again.

Nora:At least you got to see me one more time. *hugs him*

Raven:*makes a portal* this leads right to Jaune. Stay safe kiddos.

Yujin and Tenzen:See you later everyone!

Everyone:See you when we see you.

Tenzen:*jumps through portal*

Yujin:Later “Hunter extraordinaire.”

Yang:Later Sundrop.....

As she walks up to the portal, Yujin stops for a moment and turns back around. Without warning she swaps her blue bandanna with Yang’s purple one.

Yujin:For luck, better have it when you get back. *jumps through portal*

Jaune:*waiting*

Yang:*smiling* Deal.....

Yujin:*hops out* Hey dad! Saw mom and I sort of lost the car in a ditch. Sorry for not telling y- *gets hugged*

Jaune:You’re such a handful you know that?

Yang:I think it’s genetics. Can we go home now? I’m super exhausted.

Tenzen:At this rate you’ll be spent before the exams begin.

Yujin:About that, *looks at journal* I think I’m gonna hold off on those until next year. I got some reading to do.

Sienna:*ears twitching* You hear that?

Jael:As clear as day.

Sienna:Guess that means you’ll be a year ahead.

Jael:Nah, *holds chest* I think....I want a breather and spend time at home a bit longer. Is that okay?

Jacquelyn:When would I say no to spending more time with my kids? So, you gonna say hi to her?

The idea was enticing and not a bad one. Before she agreeded to it though her eyes glanced back over at Yujin; specifically what was around her neck. A pendent in the shape of a sun. Not much different than the star pendant Adam gave her as a late birthday present during the festival. The only reason was it was late was because during her actual birthday he was already off to check in on Yujin like usual. But why would he give her one too? Unless both of them have close or the same-

Jael:.....*walks away* I’ll pass, not up to it. Maybe next time.

Jacquelyn:Oh uhhh okay? Let’s get going then.

Jael:Fine by me; not a fan of this place anyways.

Yujin:Hmm? Is that Adam’s family? Maybe I should say- *tugged away by Tenzen* hey! What ar you doing?

Tenzen:You smell like you haven’t showered in in a day, you’re in a tank top and pj pants with no shoes, and they probably need time to themselves. Not the best time for first impressions. Go home dork; I’ll call you later.

Yujin:You have a point I guess. Thanks for everything Tenzen; you are a real life saver.

Tai wraps his arm around the girl and walk off with Jaune. Neo finally decides to make her leave with Ilia and Blake as they discuss their next move. Tenzen however takes a minute just to stare at this mysterious girl with goat horns as she continues to walk away. He couldn’t put his finger on it but there was something about her aura that was just.....intense.

Tenzen: “A life saver” huh? I hope it wasn’t that serious. *walks home*

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The Oath | Ch. 18 “I Promise To...”

a/n: I loved reading all the comments about what you think will happen! Normal posting schedule is still Wednesday’s but I couldn’t wait to post this one as it’s one of my favorite chapters of the story so far! Thank you @lcbeauchampoftarth for being my beta and doing two chapters this week with your busy schedule mwah! xx

Arc I | Ch. 16 | Ch. 17

December 8th, 2019

Jamie kissed Claire goodbye as he left for his morning run. She looked so peaceful with her curls fanned out around her face. The last thing he wanted was to leave her side, but he needed to clear his head.

He ran at a much slower pace than normal, going over the events of the last two days. It was all such a mess, and now he was wishing they never bothered with the paternity test in the first place. Knowing that Frank Randall could have any part of Mads’s life was killing him. It was Jamie that had been there for Claire. It was Jamie that loved them both, and he’d do anything to protect them.

As he rounded the corner and approached Holyrood Park, he picked up the pace. He thought of Claire and the future they had together. The past few months they had spent together and the love that was growing day by day. He thought of Madeline and her sweet gummy smile looking up at him as he rocked her to sleep.

His legs carried him through the park, his chest heaving as he banished all fears and doubts that were trying to cripple him. Jamie slowed down to catch his breath, his hands on his hips as he walked down the path. Without thinking, he walked up to a tree, pulled back his left arm, and punched it. After all… trees were safe.

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Madeline was being fussy and, frankly, Claire was growing restless as well. She’d just changed her shirt for the second time that morning after Mads had spit up on it. If she stayed in the house for another minute, she’d go crazy. Jamie had gone to the office to work for a couple of hours, even on a Sunday, and she missed him already.

“Wanna go for a walk, darling?” She looked at Madeline in her crib, laying on her stomach.

“Mama will get you all bundled up and we’ll take a stroll down the road or mama will go crazy!”

She made a gurgling noise and stuck her hand in her mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Claire smiled, heading over towards Mads’s small wardrobe to retrieve her warmest articles of clothing. Fifteen minutes later, Madeline was dressed in the cutest cream knit sweater and tights, paired with a light pink fluffy coat. The last bit consisted of a warm beanie to cover her small red head and a teeny tiny pair of gloves.

“No, sweetie, don’t take those off.” Claire pushed the gloves back onto Madeline’s hands, and once they were secured and her arms were under the blanket, Claire pushed the buggy out the door and made her way down the street.

Thankfully, it wasn’t too cold for them to be outside — just a light chill — but Claire wanted to make sure Mads wouldn’t catch anything. She seemed to be content, smiling up at Claire as she was being pushed. Every time she did anything remotely cute, Claire fell in love with her all over again. Even when she spat up on her cute new coat, Claire couldn’t help but smile. She grimaced too, of course, but she was too infatuated to care.

“You’ve got to stop doing that, little miss.” Claire stopped pushing the buggy and sat down on a nearby bench, pulling out wet cloths to clean the mess. She’d stopped in a nice little park near their house, one she hadn’t ever paused to really look at before.

Once Madeline was mostly cleaned up, Claire tucked her back under the blankets. Remembering that she needed to call Hawkins Laboratory, Claire pulled her phone out of her coat pocket to look up the number lest she forget.

“Just a minute, baby,” Claire grinned at Madeline. “Mama’s got to make a very important phone call.”

All she wanted to know was who had handled their case. It rang three times before someone answered on the other end. “Hello, this is Moira, thank you for calling Hawkins Laboratory, how may I be of assistance?”

“Hi Moira, this is Claire Beauchamp. I recently had some tests done at your facility and I was just wondering if I could get some more information about it.”

“Yes, I’d be happy to do that,” said the woman. “Can ye just give me a little bit more of yer information?”

“Of course.” Claire placed her finger close to Madeline’s lips and she started sucking on it; she’d need to get home soon to feed her again.

“When was the appointment and who was involved?”

“It was just a few weeks ago, November 3rd, and it was for a paternity test. James Fraser and Frank Randall were both tested. But I’m more interested in finding out who was the lab technician that handled our specific case. We received the results just the other day.”

“Was there a problem miss?” said the woman. Was there ever…

“Well,” Claire chuckled, “if I told you all the problems I’ve been having, we’d be on the phone for hours. Are you able to give me the name of the technician?”

“Yes, miss. Let me just look up yer file.”

A few moments of silence passed while the woman on the other end typed in more information and brought up their case file. “Yes, the technician primarily involved with your case was Mary Hawkins.”

“Hawkins?” Claire’s brow furrowed. “Is she of any relation to the owners of Hawkins Lab?”

“Why yes!” Moira said cheerfully. “She’s the niece of the owners. We’re a family business here at Hawkins Lab. Do ye ken Mary? Such a sweet lass…”

“I think I do,” Claire muttered, her mind beginning to race. Mary Hawkins… the name was very familiar indeed. “Um, thank you very much Moira. I think that’s all the information I needed.”

Hanging up the phone, she turned her attention back to Madeline, making sure she was all bundled up before continuing their walk towards home. Mary Hawkins was a name that sparked something in her memory. A name she had first heard from Frank Randall a couple of years ago.

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Jamie had gone to the office for a couple of hours, but not for work. At least, not for his usual work. He’d been trying to write again, and had texted Claire to let her know where he’d be if she needed him.

Ever since he had taken over his father’s whisky business, Jamie had put aside his dream of writing — it didn’t feel important anymore. Plus, he didn’t exactly have time for it anymore. That’s what he told himself, anyways. He knew Claire wanted to read something he’d written, but he never felt it was good enough.

But ever since that day he bumped into her at the cafe, her belly round with child and her eyes shining back at him, something had clicked inside of him. It was that same feeling he’d experienced the first time he met her. As if a puzzle piece was clicking into place.

The words seemed to pour out of him when he sat down to write. Jamie was working on a children’s book, and he was nearly finished. The reason why it was taking him so long was because he was attempting the illustrations himself and his hand wasn’t always so steady.

The title of the book for now was, “I promise to…” and it was about a father and all the promises he made to his daughter. Technically speaking, it was an autobiography of sorts — the story of the love he had for his own daughter, Madeline. He kept all the files on his computer at work, just in case Claire stumbled upon them at home. He wanted to show her it when it was just perfect.

With all the mess surrounding the paternity issue, Jamie felt even more compelled to finish the book. There was no way of knowing if anyone would even read it, but he was writing it for Madeline, so that she would know how much she was loved.

“I promise to…” he said out loud, finishing up one last page before he headed back home.

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When Jamie arrived home in the afternoon, he didn’t see Claire or Madeline in the living room or kitchen. He ventured upstairs and finally found them both asleep — Claire in the rocking chair and Madeline on her chest.

“I promise to always let ye sleep,” Jamie whispered and smiled, shutting the door to let them keep resting.

As he plopped himself down on the couch, he figured now was was as good a time as any to call the other lab. Jamie googled the DNA Centre again and pulled up the number, hoping they would answer.

“Edinburgh DNA Centre, this is Louise, how can I help you?” said the voice of a heavily accented French woman.

“Uh, hello. My name is Jamie Fraser and I’m calling to book an appointment.”

“What’s the appointment for, sir?”

“A paternity test,” he said.

“And what time would you like to make the appointment for? We have an available time slot tomorrow at 3:15 p.m., does that work for you?”

“Yes, that’s perfect! Would I need to bring in my — um, the child?”

“You can bring in the child or take your own swab of the inside of the child’s cheek, but I recommend bringing in the child for our nurses to get an accurate swipe. Is that possible?”

“Oh yes, I can do that. Thank you very much, I’ll be there tomorrow. Goodbye.” Jamie hung up the phone and entered in the appointment details into his and Claire’s joint calendar with only a slight feeling of apprehension.

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Claire woke slowly and then all at once, her head popping up. Madeline was tugging on her hair, and Claire smiled down at her. “Did you want Mama to wake up, darling?” Yawning, she scooped her up in her arms and walked downstairs to the living room.

“Jamie?” she called out, noticing his shoes at the front door.

“On the couch, a nighean,” he replied, and then she saw his mop of red curls as she came into the room. Claire came up behind him and placed Madeline down on his chest. “Hello, a leannan, did ye have a good wee nap?”

Madeline reached for Jamie’s nose, trying to pull it off, and he blew a raspberry with his lips to make her laugh. Claire smiled and joined them on the couch, leaning her head against him. “We both had a good nap. Did you get your work done at the office?”

“Um, yes. Just about,” Jamie said and kissed Madeline on the cheek. “I also called the DNA Centre, they have a spot open tomorrow. Would ye be able to bring Mads?”

“What time? I’m meeting Geillis on her lunch break with this wee beast.” Claire scratched her daughter’s back.

“3:15, I’ll send ye the address.” Jamie kissed her temple. “I dinna know what ye had planned for dinner, but I ordered a pizza. Seeing as how ye were asleep and we don’t have any groceries right now, I thought it best.”

“Very wise decision, Fraser,” Claire grinned. “Did you get my green bell peppers? Thin crust?”

“Aye, of course!” Madeline squirmed in his arms, kicking her chubby legs out. He laid her against his chest, cradling her head in his large hand. She looked so safe and small there, so protected. “Should be here soon, a nighean.”

“Bless you.” Claire kissed him and then leaned over to pull a blanket around them. “I was thinking about our wedding just before I fell asleep earlier.”

“Hmm,” Jamie let his eyes close. “And what about it? Still want to marry me?” He cracked one eye open at her, a smirk on his lips.

“Oh yes, very much.” Claire laid her hand on Madeline’s back lightly. “We’ve set the date and the place.”

“Aye, Lallybroch. Tis beautiful in the summer.”

“Well, I guess I wasn’t thinking of anything in particular except how cute Madeline will be in a little flower girl dress,” Claire smiled and looked up at Jamie. “And you, so dashing in your kilt. I don’t think I’ve seen you in it yet.”

“Ye’ll see me in it on Christmas,” he grinned. “I always wear it on occasions like that. Speaking of the wedding, I need to get a new kilt for the big day! And have ye thought of yer dress?”

“A little,” she shrugged. “Nothing too over the top. Just a simple wedding with our friends and family.”

“That’s all we need, aye,” Jamie kissed her, buzzing with excitement for the day he could finally call her his wife.

“I was also thinking about the cake and the food,” Claire admitted, just as her stomach let out a loud growl, making them both laugh. “I might have been hungry when I fell asleep.”

Just as Jamie opened his mouth to say something about Claire’s insatiable appetite, the doorbell rang, signaling the pizza had arrived.

“I’ll get it.” Claire stood up from the couch before he could, his arms still holding Madeline. She came back holding a giant pizza and a two liter of coke. “You really went all out, huh?”

“Tis no a proper Sunday night w’out a pizza and coke, a nighean.” Jamie sat up, shifting Madeline on his chest as he rose to place her in her bassinet so they could eat. “Maybe later, we can add some whisky to that coke.”

“Or just have the whisky,” Claire smiled as she opened the pizza box. “I’ll feed Mads and then put her to sleep after we eat, should be safe to have a dram.”

“Aye, no coke then,” Jamie smiled in response.

They finished eating and cleaned up quickly. For once, Madeline didn’t make a fuss when Claire went to breastfeed her, and was quiet as a mouse as Claire laid her down in her crib. With all the legal issues they were about to face, all Claire wanted was a stiff drink and her husband to undress her.

And he did. Slowly. Only slightly tipsy, Jamie had removed her clothes, layer by layer, until she was bare before him. Then, he’d done his best at making her fall to pieces with his hands, tongue, and cock.

They lay together, limbs intertwined, and Claire stroked his head, soft curls between his fingers. “Sassenach…” Jamie mumbled against her chest.

“Hmm?”

“I promise to always love ye,” he said sleepily.

“I promise to always love you too,” she smiled and kissed the tip of his nose.

Chapter 19: Round Two

#the oath #outlander fanfic #outlander #outlander fanfiction #chapter 18 #only 12 more chapters to go lols #i promise to #fjdkljfsld #Jamie x Claire #jamie fraser #claire fraser

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winchester90210 · 5 years

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The BH 90210 Rewrite. - Ch. 1: Baby’s First Pilot

What’s a rewrite? A rewrite is taking the show already written and inserting your new character/s and their storylines into it. It takes already known and loved (or hated) characters and gives you a chance to see how they react in situations they never would have faced otherwise. But in this case, I’m going further than the episodes that are there and adding my own, both to make the story flow more cohesively and because I enjoy writing it!

Chapter Summary: West Bev gains a new student, the Walshes gain a new friend.

Pairing: No one…yet.

Chapter Warnings: A few swear words, other than that nothing!

Word Count: roughly 1,500

Disclaimer: my work is not to be reposted in anyway without my expressed written consent. (Reblogging Is fine!)

Song: None this chapter! if there is, I’ll put it here with a link to the audio from youtube. If it goes with a specific part of the chapter, I’ll put a symbol to let you know when.

A/N: Tags are under the cut! This is just a little intro chapter, once we move on from the reader’s pilot we’ll delve into the series starting with The Green Room! (1×02)

November 9th, 1990

“And if you go down to the Guidance Office, Brenda Walsh will be there to give you a tour.”

“Right. Okay. And the Guidance Office is…” You trail off, cocking your eyebrow at the principal.

“Down the hall, take the first left. It should be the first door on your right,” he continues, “Welcome to West Beverly High, Ms. Y/L/N.” You give him a smile and make your way down to the office. Down. Left. Right. Got it. As you walked down the hall you could swear every person looked straight from an issue of Vogue. Opening the door with a squeak, you see a girl with long, dark, brown hair and meticulously styled bangs. Hopefully, not everyone would look this perfect. Right? You became painfully aware of your own appearance, quickly messing with your hair and straightening your clothes. You spent an hour and a half getting ready this morning, and that’s after you picked your outfit. To say you were nervous about looking good enough was an understatement.

“Hey! You must be Y/N,” she smiles, standing from her chair.

“And you’re Brenda?”

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m here to show you around. The classes, the offices, the cutest guys,” Brenda began, a smirk on her face, “We can walk through your schedule first though. Later I’ll show you to the quad, that’s where me and my friends usually hang out.” You nod, a nervous glint in your eye. Brenda seems to pick up on the way you’re chewing your lip and fidgeting with your hands and adds “They’re totally cool, don’t worry. My brother Brandon can be incredibly annoying but other than that they’re great.”

“Oh, you have a brother? Older, younger?” You ask, following her as she starts to make her way through the halls to your classes. She introduces each room as she goes. You stay slightly behind her, being careful not to bump into anyone as you weave through. You could feel the intensity as soon as you stepped into the school, like you could make one false move and end up committing social suicide before you even got started. You saw the thousand dollar jackets, the shoes, the dresses, the way everyone carried themselves. It was like a false sense of arrogance, the good in them screaming, wanting to get out, rid themselves of the materialistic trap they found themselves in. Or maybe that was just you. You caught their stares, the way they eyed you up and down. They seemed to pick up on the fact you were new very quickly. How? Was it your hair? Your clothes? You’re dragged out of your thoughts from Brenda’s response.

“Twins, actually…although he likes to act like he’s my older brother,” She says. “Do you have any siblings?”

“Um, I have an older brother, Eric.” You pause before saying, “He’s more of a…free spirit.” You make small talk with Brenda until you reach your first period, learning little things about each other as you go. You tell her you’re from Wisconsin, you learn she moved down from Minnesota not too long ago. You feel the tension in your body go away the more you talk with her. It comes back though, geared into full swing as soon as you walk into class. Your hands are shaky, balancing yourself onto the wood desk and setting your backpack next to you. Sitting down, you gaze at the room. It’s covered in maps and pictures of places in Europe you couldn’t identify. The bell rings and students file into the room. Thankfully, it’s a smaller class for 11th grade World History. Here goes nothing.

The teacher gives a small lecture and hands out worksheets, a true or false quiz on the Spanish Empire. While you’re zoned into the quiz, two boys behind you murmur.

“Hey. Bran. Do you recognize that girl?” A boy, his head adorned with blond curls whispers, gesturing to you with a head nod. However, you don’t notice, too preoccupied with finishing and passing your first quiz at your new school.

The other boy shakes his head, “No, ‘she new?”

“She must be, I’m pretty sure I would remember her.”

“Yeah, no kidding…” They both pause, looking to you for a moment. Brandon continues his thought with a whisper, “Dibs.”

“Dude, come on!” Steve’s voice rang out in a whine, startling you. What was his problem?

“Steve Sanders.” She scolds. “Do we have to have this talk again?” You follow the teacher’s gaze behind you, and sparkling blue eyes meet yours, paired with coiffed dirty blond hair, and a denim outfit. He gives you a smile and you flash him your own, all while Steve tries to fend off the teacher.

“No, ma'am. I’ll be quiet, ma'am. Sorry. It won’t happen again… ma'am.” Brandon looks at you, both of you holding back rounds of giggles at Steve’s flustered retort.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

The rest of the class is peaceful, all of you silently doing your work. And while peaceful, there’s still a mischievous air in the room, you and Brandon catching glances at each other while you think the other person isn’t looking. You finish up your sheet and turn it in at the front of the room. Your shoes squeak a little too loudly, attracting a few stares as you walk back to your desk to pack up your things. You cringe at the sound but try to brush it off. The bell finally rings, but when you go to walk out you’re stopped in your tracks.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Well, that’s a way to talk to someone you’ve never met, I guess. You eye him up suspiciously. “I’m Sanders,” he takes an unneeded dramatic pause, “Steve Sanders.” You watch his friend from earlier roll his eyes and chuckle at his friend’s cocky introduction. You want to laugh too. Are you supposed to laugh? Is this Steve guy kidding? Cause he had to be. But what if he wasn’t? What if this is just him? Compose yourself, Y/N! Deep breath. In. Out.

You take a breath and speak, “So I’ve heard.”

“Yeah? You’ve heard about me?” His smirk is dripping with arrogance as he talks, leaning into you.

“Yeah like, literally just now…when the teacher totally grilled you?” You let out a laugh that time, holy shit. This guy was serious.

“Hey! She didn’t grill me, okay? She was just trying to act like she was in charge. It’s her job.” You study his face as he defends himself. Huh. He would be cute if he wasn’t being such a jackass, you think.

You sigh, “Look, I have a class to go to, and someone’s waiting for me. Sorry, Steve.” Apologizing, you slip past him and into the hallway.

“Good effort out there, Steve-o,” Brandon laughs, giving Steve a pat on the back and grabbing his bag, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Oh, there you are!” Brenda calls out, grabbing Brandon on the arm and pulling him outside of the class. “The girl I’m showing around is going to work on the West Beverly Blaze next period. Can you go with her? Kelly needs me, so I can’t. Wardrobe malfunction. It’s a total disaster.” Pleading eyes are shot Brandon’s way.

He hesitates for a moment but says “Yeah, alright…bring me to her and I can get her there.” His sister’s face immediately lights up, a grin on her face.

“Yes! Thank you! I owe you!” And with that, she’s dragging him over to you while you look over your schedule. “Y/N! This is Brandon, I told you about him earlier,” she starts. And then you lock eyes with him for the second time that morning and it’s as if time stops. Your stomach churns, feeling the butterflies wreaking havoc, fluttering around. And something about the way he shifts on his feet, messes with his hands, and has a goofy smile on his face tells you he’s just as uneasy as you are. Hopefully a good kind of uneasy. “Brandon? Y/N? Hello??” She had never seen her brother like this. He had always been a natural with girls. Cool and confident. But right now he was flustered, giddy even. He wasn’t sure why he was acting like this either. Maybe it was the anxiety of a new school, he thought. He just felt so…awkward.

“Oh, sorry, uh…nice to meet you, Brandon,” you smile and hold out your hand for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N.” Shaking your hand, he continues “Brenda wants to me to show you to the journalism room.” Before you get to respond, Brenda is already darting off without a word. You cock your head at the sight of Brenda bolting down the halls while Brandon just shakes his head and laughs.

“So, shall we?”

tag list: @be-patient-be-good @fangirl-imagines

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Weekly Rundown 10/21/18-10/26/18

Time to rundown what I’m watching, loving, hating and everything in between! Spoilers ahead! Full episode reviews and reactions are linked in the titles.

Daredevil Season 3

Just so y’all know - most nuns do not wear their habits in public anymore. It’s been that way since Vatican II, but TV refuses to catch up.

The action is amaaaaazing again. I love how Matt actually gets tired when he’s fighting.

I don’t want Matt to put that ugly Daredevil suit on again he looks ridiculous. Keep the black mask and call it a day.

I want Foggy to propose very badly. I need a Foggy wedding in Season 4.

Is there any particular reason why Karen didn’t haul ass to Frank’s Punisher lair when her life was in danger and Matty Mcbrown eyes was off Daredeviling an existential crisis? That’s where I’d go.

Matt refusing to ask the other Defenders help because “it’s not their fight” is the stupidest reason ever.

Arrow (“The Longbow Hunters”)

It is a bit creepy when Stan says, “I bet a guy like that would do anything to keep his family safe.” Maybe Stan is a nuthouse, but leave me to my dream for now.

Is it me or did Yorke look older than 40? 1978????

Deputy Director Bell is evil. Calling it now.

The Longbow Hunters don’t actually use bows. This is a twist I did not see coming.

Bl*ck S*ren can’t lawyer worth a damn, but she can wear a suit.

“Stay behind me.” That was oddly hot Rene. I’m wildly uncomfortable that I find you attractive right now, but it is what it is.

Rene: Been back in town a week and you’re already sneaking out of A.R.G.U.S. behind Papa Dig’s back? I’m so proud.

Felicity: Thanks man.

This whole exchange was delightful and not remotely derogatory like “Blondie.” THY NAME IS CHARACTER GROWTH.

“Grab your balls Curtis, we’re going in.” If the Rene character only exists to say this one line of dialogue then it was worth it.

Why didn’t BS and Dinah go after the Longbow Hunter? What is up with allowing all these criminals to run away at a moderately brisk pace and our people acting like they can’t catch them? They are called legs! Move your ass!

BITCH YOU BETTER NOT STEP ON THAT PHOTO!!!!!!!

Legends of Tomorrow (“The Virgin Gary”)

Legends Season 4 premiere is fantastic and full of all the hi-jinks I’ve missed over hiatus.

“Speaking of the same old crap isn’t that what he did last year?”Legends gets points for acknowledging that Wally gets the storyline shaft a lot.

When you are officially a hero the time bureau gives you a medal, but I was more excited about the balloons.

It would be super weird if the Legends spent more than a day in 2018.

Remember when Oliver asked Sara to move in with him and she went running screaming in the other direction? It all worked out because Sara knew he was really in love with Felicity. I’m just saying she’s come a looooong way.

I want to be clear about one thing and it’s not up for debate. Ready? The best thing about Legends is Mick. It’s always Mick. That is all.

OMG NATE’S FATHER IS BIFF FROM BACK TO THE FUTURE?????!!!!!!!! THIS IS SPECTACULAR CASTING!!!

Manifest “Connecting Flights”

It was nice to fill in the back story of the characters left behind after the plane went missing, however the show is starting to lose my attention. I need more movement on these character relationships. Manifest is hitting a lot of the same notes week after week.

This Is Us (“Toby”)

Randall is going ahead with the city council job? Are they independently wealthy Does no one have to work?

Baby Toby is the cutest.

Holy crap is this how in vitro really works? It’s so friggin expensive and no guarantees. Wow, my sympathies to all those who have gone through this excruciating process.

Randall unbuttoning his shirt is all the reason I need to vote for him. Done deal.

Toby used his wonderful sense of humor to cheer up his depressed Mom. Ugh my heart.

But for real though sometimes you need just “one damn day.” #MomLife

Three hours to get ready Kate? Just as an FYI - that’s all over when you have a baby. You’ll be lucky to get a shower.

Miguel carried a piano up stairs to cheer Rebecca up. That’s love.

“There’s so much of her in you it scares me.” THAT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU SAY TO YOUR CHILD ASSHOLE.

A+ on the prom dresses. Absolutely what I wore in high school. We were fashionista slaves in the late nineties.

Kate’s impression of Adele is dead on.

Miguel tries so hard. He’s just trying to keep his promise to Jack.

Rebecca is such an amazing mom. Kate doesn’t give her nearly enough credit.

KATE IS PREGNANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Rookie (Pilot” and “Crash Course”)

I really loved The Rookie. I typically don’t hate procedurals, but this one has surprised me thus far. It’s fast paced, so it held my attention more. I hope it stays that way.

I love how it is the rookies versus the training officers. It fills my Rookie Blue void.

I am not invested in any ships yet. I am not buying the romance between Nolan and Lucy so far. I actually think Lucy has more chemistry with Bradford and Nolan with the Captain.

A Million Little Things (“Friday Night Dinner” and “The Game of Your Life”)

I want to love this show, but they are making it next to impossible. I hate cheating storylines in any show. It’s one of the main reasons I quit watching Shonda Rhimes’ shows because she is unable to write one without including adultery. Arrow’s original love story revolved around cheating and was an absolute mess. It feels like a lazy way to inject drama. This cheating storyline between Eddie and Delilah is making two characters who are otherwise very likable extremely unlikable.

Instead of jettisoning this plot into the atmosphere where it belongs and never speaking of it again, A Million Little Things is double down on it. Delilah is pregnant! Oh wonderful, now we get to play “Who’s the Daddy?” for several weeks.

Apparently, the writers come from The Fl*sh school of writing. Characters can only be mad at other characters for one episode. All the friends found out about Eddie and Delilah’s affair and the very next week they are sitting down to pizza. It’s at Delilah’s house and Eddie’s wife Katherine comes too because FRIENDS. No. Just no.

Instead of being angry at Eddie and Delilah, the friends make excuses for them. Regina’s conversation with Delilah turned into a huge “I didn’t see your pain” apology, which is flat out ridiculous. What Delilah did was so off the charts wrong there is no excuse for it. If you are in pain see a therapist. It’s not an excuse to cheat on your husband. Also, Regina you are not to blame for Delilah lying to everyone for over two years.

Gary, who has been the angriest, decides he’s being too hard on Eddie (ya know by actually holding him accountable for his actions) and lets Eddie move in with him after his wife finally kicked him out. Are you freaking kidding me with this? I was already mildly irked at Gary for giving Delilah a free pass, but I understood his reasoning because her husband just jumped off a building. She has been punished quite a lot. But Eddie? I think we could muster a couple episodes of anger towards Eddie.

The writers attempted drum up sympathy for Delilah by shining a little light on her seemingly perfect marriage with Jon. It’s not really perfect, but what marriage is? Jon was short with Delilah during a family dinner. He took a phone call from work and snapped, “Everything I do is for this family.” What a bastard. Of course, that is reason enough for Delilah to jump into bed with Eddie, her husband’s best friend. GIVE. ME. A. FRIGGIN. BREAK. If my husband slept with someone else every time I was cranky with him, he’d have a harem.

So, on top of being suicide apologists, the writers are adding cheating apologists. There is no reason to cheat. It’s just mean. Nobody has put a gun to your head. If you want out of your marriage you march to an attorney’s office and file for divorce. Not sure if you want a divorce? Then go to counseling. But cheating, under any circumstances, is wrong. It’s cruel and selfish. It’s trying to have your cake and eat it too. A Million Little Things trying to excuse away Eddie and Delilah’s heinous behavior is almost as bad as the cheating itself. Trying to make suicide and cheating okay with excuses is dangerous behavior. I AM NOT A FAN.

Stray Thought - on what planet is a school program presented in the middle of the freaking day? What kind of ridiculous school do Eddie and Katherine send their son to?

Blindspot (“The Quantico Affair”)

Zapata has a very interesting running stride. Sorry I was in cross country. That stuff interests me

Roman saying "He knows. This is it. Kill him" underscores the dramatic tension.

I’m gonna need someone on Team Blindspot to pick up on Remi's side eye. Y'all are FBI agents for goodness sake.

I don't actually know what Patterson's name is, but I feel confident it is not Lisa.

I think Martin Gero saw me write "Where is Patterson's storyline?" in my last review. I could have opted for patience, but complaining loudly via written word felt like a better plan.

Hey watch the condemnation Remi aka Jane aka double secret agent who told so many lies I can't keep it straight anymore.

OMG Rich not explaining how the tattoo was solved is the best thing ever. PLEASE DO THIS EVERY WEEK

I wanna talk about the Book of Secrets mostly because Rich calls it the Book of Secrets.

Hahaha. Her one night stand showed up at work. This is how Meredith and McDreamy began. I highly recommend elevator scenes too.

One night stand boy is Weitz's nephew. IT. JUST. GOT. BETTER

Sure Madeline come on in and check out our super secret tattoo murder board.

"Thundercats ho!" OMG was that an ad lib?

Totally ship Patterson and this dude. I should probably learn his name.

Somebody tell Rich about the one night stand. Pleeeeeeeease.

I'm not calling him Lincoln. He shall be known as "Slab of Man-Ham" forevermore.

Patterson and Rich are the perfect work wife/husband team. Remember Rich is the work wife

How does Weitz maintain employment? This may be the greatest of all Blindspot's mysteries.

Of course "Jane" and Weller are on the train Weitz. IT'S THEIR JOB. Seriously someone get this dude a DVD of #Blindspot S1-S3

Patterson girl, Jane is never that cranky with you when she's diffusing bombs. SOMEBODY NOTICE PERSONALITY CHANGES PLEASE!!!

"You're new here." ALL KNEEL TO PATTERSON.

#daredevil #arrow #this is us #legends of tomorrow #a million little things #blindspot #weekly rundown reviews #weekly rundown

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Day Eighteen of the 30 Day Writing Challenge

The prompt today is actually a more difficult one for me, because I don’t think a lot about myself. The prompt today is, “Write 30 facts about yourself.”

1. I’ll start with physical features. I have blue eyes.

2. My natural hair color is sandy blonde, but I dye it to a brown-red color.

3. I wear glasses because my left eye is significantly weaker than my right eye, making it difficult to see things far away. It also screws with my depth perception.

4. This one is kind of funny, my nose is slightly crooked. When I was born my mom told me I looked like I had been into a fist fight. It straightened over time, but it still is slightly crooked. No one can tell unless I come out and tell them.

5. I have two tattoos. The one on my left forearm is an opening set of quotation marks. My best friend has the closing set on her right arm. We got them when we turned eighteen. Then I have a sail boat on my right wrist. My two best friends and I went on a girls’ trip in 2019, during which we all got tattoos pertaining to the ocean. One friend got an anchor, one got waves under the sun, and I got a sailboat. Corny right?

6. This one is known already by my previous posts, but it is a fact that I am proud of. I have a two-year-old Corgi named Sirius. He is tri-colored, meaning he is black, white, and tan. I’ll put a picture to show him off.

7. I have two favorite authors. One classic and one modern. They are Ernest Hemingway and Rainbow Rowell.

8. My favorite flower is a Tiger Lily. They grow outside my old house every summer.

9. I live in a rural town in Tennessee. It’s home and I’m a proud Tennessean.

10. My favorite super hero has always been Iron Man, even before I knew about the movies. It’s actually for a funny reason. Tony Stark is known to have that great facial hair, in the comics as well as in the movies. Growing up, and even now, my dad always kept a beard and mustache. I associated facial hair with trustworthiness, because I was a kid and I didn’t know any better. I saw that Iron Man had facial hair, and he just became my favorite. I could trust him.

10. I used to collect snow globes as a kid. My collection wasn’t very big, but I was proud of it.

11. I’m not a musical fanatic, but my favorite is “Oklahoma”.

12. I played the marimba in high school marching and concert band. Our percussion section won first place state championship in competition my junior year.

13. The farthest I’ve ever been from home is when I went on a band trip to Chicago.

14. I got my first college degree in August of 2020. I have an A.A. in English.

15. My writing pseudonym is J.H.Hope. Hope is actually my middle name.

16. I had braces for almost two years when I was 12 and 13. My mouth was too small for all the teeth in my head. I had to have seven pulled out all at once before I could get braces put in.

17. I was in my friend’s wedding as a bride’s maid in 2019. I’m also going to be a bride’s maid in another friend’s wedding later this year.

18. My favorite color is olive green. That’s also what color my car is.

19. My sense of style can be described as casual t-shirt and jeans mixed with 80s. I’ll let my readers imagination try and figure out what I mean by that.

20. When I last got my hair cut, I showed my hair dresser pictures of Brooke Shields from the 80s, so now I have feathered bangs that resemble young Brooke.

21. My friends sometimes think I’m crazy because I give myself essay assignments. I’m not in any classes right now, but I genuinely enjoy writing research and persuasive essays. I’ve written a few essays just for my own pleasure.

22. I have not fallen victim to the plague on Earth that is Tik Tok. You can disagree with me, that’s fine, but Tik Tok (along with other forms of social media) has turned people into mindless, thoughtless, conforming, zombies. Social media has caused so many people to just stop thinking for themselves. If they see that one train of thought is popular in the media, then they adopt that thought as their own, even if they don’t understand it. We have become the generation of reading headlines and taking them for truth. Do your own research! Stop mindlessly jumping on bandwagons! Another thing is that we now have a whole generation of “celebrities” who are famous for no reason. I’m sorry, but showing your ass on the internet and calling it talent is not a reason to be famous. I have an ass too, but you won’t catch me flaunting it on the internet and begging for people to make me viral. It used to be just the Kardashians who were famous for absolutely no reason, but now that has grown into a whole generation! Lets go back to making people with real talent famous, shall we?

23. My friend and I have a blog where we post writing advice and feature writers and their stories to help them gain reads. We haven’t been as active lately because we have both been busy with other things, but we will hopefully update it soon. You can find it here: https://writingandtips.com/#site-header

24. One of my all time favorite Disney movies, if not my top favorite, is “Oliver and Company.” Mostly because Billy Joel voices Dodger the dog, and he is my favorite singer.

25. I love the “X-Files” tv series from the 90s. I rewatch it from the beginning all the time. I even picked up chewing on sunflower seeds like Mulder does while I’m writing.

26. I have a collectible action figure of Jareth, David Bowie’s character in the film “Labyrinth,” hanging on my wall. I also have a retro poster of Harrison Ford, a picture of River Phoenix printed on a page from a dictionary, a picture of “Joe Cool” Snoopy also printed on a page from a dictionary, and an antique tin advertisement poster of James Dean advertising “Kist Kola” for five cents all hanging on the walls of my room.

27. I love Red Pandas. They are the cutest animals on the planet, aside from dogs of course.

28. My sister and I love watching paranormal and ghost hunting shows. We sort of believe in ghosts, but we love to watch them mostly to laugh at and make fun of them. Our favorite is Ghost Adventures.

29. This one seems like self promotion, but it’s an important fact about me. I am not a huge fan of the Wattpad platform anymore, because the community has turned into only promoting super popular authors or fanfiction. It has gotten increasingly difficult to get any reads on your stories if you don’t write popular fanfiction or your story isn’t already popular. But since it is the only platform with any sort of following, I post there in hopes that my stories will get read. So far I haven’t had much luck. But I post my stories over there, if you like my writing here and want to read what I am actually super passionate about. You can find me at the username J_H_Hope. my pride and joy story is called “Grim’s Cliff” and I would appreciate anyone who reads it or any of my works. https://www.wattpad.com/user/J_H_Hope

30. I love writing, even if no one reads what I’ve written. I write and write in hopes that at least one person finds it and enjoys it. This one is obvious, but a fact none-the-less. Writing makes up an important part of my life. It is the reason I work so hard in other aspects of my life.

There you have thirty facts about me. I was really struggling all the way through this one. I wanted to make them interesting, but I’m just not all that interesting of a person. I also don’t enjoy writing so much about specific things pertaining to me. Some of these, especially number 22, make me sound like an old lady. Am I turning 21 or 61 soon? Either way maybe this list was informative and at the least entertaining. Happy reading!

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« “Here we go, gametime.”, Yoongi whispered and you watched him adjust his AK 47 at the column he was hiding behind, giving you a thumbs up and a slight, barely noticeable smile.

“Kooks, you need some fresh air?”, you asked tensely, aiming at the doors your rival gang was supposed to come out of, testing what weapon you’d use, “’cause you’ll get a whole lot of it.”

“Y/N, cut it off. I swear to god, I’m going to kill you all if we get out of this alive.”, and again, quiet chuckling was audible through the comm – until the defeaning, irritating sound of the sirens boomed through the streets, shaking through your body as they drowned out everything else. »

ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ: yoongi x reader

ｇｅｎｒｅ：gang!au, thepurge!au, angst, fluff

ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ： mentions of blood and death, a LOT of statements inspired by movies and books, content may be confusing

ｉｎｓｐｉｒｅｄ　ｂｙ： @lets-go-north ‘s the purge vine, lover, fighter and meet me on the battlefield by svrcina, bts x the purge by saera kim, bts // the purge by polarisdreams & bts x monsta x by datjimilly

ｗｏｒｄ　ｃｏｕｎｔ： 8,532

ａ／ｎ： i really recommend watching all the videos and listening to the songs mentioned above - just so you get the vibe!

remember back in spring ‘16 where i had announced i’d write some thepurge!au? no? well, anyways, i’ve finally done it and here it is. be prepared because i didn’t take a second look at it, so there may be a few grammar mistakes. btw, i’m dead, i’ve written this on a single day and the way it ends is kind of awful, so let me know if you’d want me to write an alternative ending and, as always, what you think about the whole story. if anyone even reads that damn long oneshot, lol. anyways, here you go!

A fresh breeze whistled around your ears. The petrichor; the world’s smell caused by the sky crying its eyes out, lingered in the air. The soft rain dampened your face and your eyelashes tickled your eyelid crease as you rolled your eyes and laughed out loud at the joke Jin had just made which actually wasn’t funny at all. Life was more tolerable for a moment.

The small backyard you were sitting in had always seemed calming to you. The high and grey brickstone wall entrenched you and gave you the small amount of privacy you needed whenever you felt like being alone, spending your noons organising your thoughts – in case you found time to do so in between all the things on your to-do list.

The rusty lawn chair Taehyung was sitting in made a nerve-wrecking noise as he got up, walking towards the brick house the backyard belonged to and you thought about following him but thinking about what day it was made you stay in your place, messily scribbling things you thought of as essential for tonight down onto a piece of paper.

Clanking noises which sounded suspiciously like the beverage bottles existing in abundance at the headquarter’s kitchen came from inside, reminding you of how thirsty you actually were and of how you’d need to stay hydrated for the event nearing.

“Tae? Bring me a desperados, will you?”, you called.

It didn’t take long for him to answer with the ‘When will you finally learn that you veritably have your own legs’ that was ridiculously characteristic of the currently brown-haired guy you happened to call a best friend of yours. Consequently you weren’t exactly surprised as he crossed the threshold, entering the yard again with some bottles in his hands.

“I wasn’t exactly planning on getting drunk.”, you said, looking at the seven bottles he was putting down on the small table you, Jin, Jungkook and Namjoon were sitting at. The lemonade he had been holding under his arm in order not to go twice followed suit and he fell back into the black chair he had claimed as his.

“Correct”, Namjoon agreed, putting the files he had been reading onto the brown ebony. Some drops of sweat covered his forehead, barely noticeable, yet somehow sticking out to you. It was a unusual hot day and the sun was illuminating the firmament with its last rays – spring was nearing its end and summer was to follow.

“Yoongi, Hoseok and Jimin said they’ll be here soon,”, he opened his bottle, the label reading pepsi, took a huge sip and flipped his hair back, “at 6:30, to be exact.”

His eyes settled on you when you crossed your arms and leaned forward, furrowing your eyebrows in thought as you took a sip, too, then focusing on what you had written down till now.

Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok were a weird trio: one of them was most sarcastic person you had ever met; the other one probably the cutest; yet most dangerous person in this town while the latter managed to be the most positive human being in spite of his job as an assassin. Yoongi was a year older than you and you had become friends in your junior year when the both you were paired for a chemistry project.

Min Yoongi, the most intimidating guy out of all the people in your grade – scratch that, in the whole school. He didn’t even bother to give a shit, neither about other’s opinions nor about his grades that had caused him to repeat the junior year. The only reason for him not getting kicked out was Mrs Peterson, and, to be completely honest, you hadn’t been able to unterstand her back then. Maybe it was his ultra sarcastic attitude she relished – but had that been reasonable?

No, not at all. You hadn’t known him that well and at that point, you didn’t really want to, either. Your brother was his age and consequently shared a few classes with him. From what he had told you, Yoongi was no guy who liked to make friends. “He doesn’t even like to meet people.”, your brother said on a Friday evening when the two of you had been eating dinner together, watching one of your favorite series. You had helped him finish an assignment earlier that day since your parents weren’t home, as usual. But let’s not talk about that.

However, being absent thinking about what you had used to think about Yoongi, you hadn’t noticed him, Jimin and Hoseok entering the backyard.

Only when he draped a black hoodie around your shoulders you blinked, recognizing the three boys. Jimin looked at you with an excited smile on his face which partially disgusted and partially amused you.

“So, what’s the plan?”

Today was different from all the other times the eight of you hung out together. The mood seemed chill but you knew better than that, being close with the boys for more than a year now. What seemed to be joyful actually was gloomy; what seemed to be carelessness was worry about what was going to happen today, about what was going to happen tonight – tonight defined as the period of time starting in less than a hour. Aᴘʀɪʟ 21sᴛ, 7:00ᴘᴍ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ Aᴘʀɪʟ 22ɴᴅ, 7:00ᴀᴍ. America’s 7thPurge was going take place tonight.

You looked at the dark brown haired boy you had grown to respect and like so much sitting across the table, unfolding a map on it. The dimples he caused to show up when he was smiling were a perfect cover for what, who he actually was.

At the age of twenty-one, he was ruling one of the most dangerous gangs in Los Angeles, and whole LA to be honest. Rumors had it that he had cameras installed around the whole city and knew what was happening everywhere before anyone else was even capable of doing something. Of course the whole camera-thing was not true – well, not completely at least. And moreover he was not nearly as hostile as everyone thought, but incredibly smart and powerful instead.

Powerful was his voice as he spoke up to tell you about tonight’s plans, taking a look at his watch attached to his wrist.

“It’s 6:37pm.”, he said, giving the three boys who had just sat down a stern glance, before continuing. “However, we’re left with 23 minutes to discuss and prepare for tonight which is not a lot of time at all so I’ll just wrap it up.

I won’t have to tell you guys that us being a gang of more or less criminals makes us an outsticking target. Adding to that, Taehyungie here has taken it upon himself to defy Dom..inic at school which makes it highly likely for his gang to aim their guns at us tonight.”, he smirked, adding “what I would’ve done, too, by the way.” before making the boys turn toward you who had just pulled everything you’d need onto the table.

Aᴘʀɪʟ 21sᴛ 6:48:34ᴘᴍ, 11 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴀɴᴅ 26 sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ 7ᴛʜ ᴀɴɴᴜᴀʟ ᴘᴜʀɢᴇ

The car ride to the place Hoseok located Dom’s gang to be was as silent as the streets outside, the only sounds audible Jin and Namjoon going through the plan over and over again and Jungkook and Jimin chewing bubblegums while guiding Hoseok through the city.

It was rare to see all the downtown places that were usually busy all day and night deserted like this. There was not a single soul walking on the pavement or hiding in a dark alley. Normally you’d have enjoyed the view – you didn’t like crowded places, but knowing the reason for the emptiness was much less satisfying. Different from most of the people you were out tonight because you had to; and, on top of that, you’d never let any of your friends go out on their own, not tonight.

So there you were, leaning against somebody’s side, nervously playing with the ripped threads of your denim jacket, not caring about how it was just causing the holes to get bigger and bigger; you were just trying not to make up any horrible scenarios that could happen to any of the seven guys you were sitting in the black van with.

You couldn’t afford losing any of them.

“You scared?”, Yoongi’s voice finally broke the heavy silence, sliding into your thoughts as smooth as a feather.

You scoffed in an attempt to seem more relaxed, but there was no point in that, obviously not.

“To say the least. Of course I am.”

He shifted under you, a skinny arm wrapping around your shoulder.

“I am, too.”

There was a short moment of silence (again) before he spoke up again.

“But don’t worry, we’ll be fine. I promise.”

And to be honest, in any other situation you would have believed him, but right now you weren’t sure whether he was saying that to convince you or to convince himself. Yet though something, maybe it was the way he gave you the feeling of being protected by wrapping his arm around you, made you relax a bit.

You were squatting, taking cover in a small alley behind a trash dumpster. Visible in front of you was an abandoned warehouse downtown. The place looked totally rundown, but there were gleaming silver chains latched to the huge doors and you were pretty sure this is the place. You eyed the doors warily as you mumble “Where are we?” while holding your hand to your ear, speaking over the comm system attached to it.

It didn’t take a single second for Jimin to answer as he murmured “I don’t know, but whatever this is, I have a bad feeling about it.”

“Yeah well I’m good. It’s nothing”, Jins voice was dripping with sarcasm so obviously, you could literally hear the drops falling.

You identified the next voice speaking as Taehyung saying, “Oh honestly. Come on guys, it’s not that scary.”

The speakers attached to each and every of LA’s inersections made a somewhat creaking noise.

“Yo Y/N, you’re freaking out over there, ain’t you?”, Namjoon chuckled.

You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “No.”

“Yeah you are.”, Yoongi and Taehyung agreed simultaneously and you didn’t need to look at their positions on the opposite side of the street and on top of the old cinema to see that they were grinning.

“I said no.”

“Listen, man, it takes-“

“Woman.”, you corrected him.

“What?”

“I’m a woman.”

“Well whatever. However, it takes a grown man-“

“-woman!”

“…to embrace their feelings. If you want to cry, just go ahead and cry.”

Quiet laughter and chuckles were shared through the comm, and, once again, you felt a bit lighter.

“No but listen Y/N, as your friend you know I’m concerned about your well-being –“

“Oh listen can’t you just chill out, man?”, you imitated his habit of adding man to every sentence when Hoseok spoke up.

“Listen guys, I’ve seen some crazy shit but among all the things we’ve done, this is definitely an outcast so let’s just try to keep it as lowkey as possible. And always remember – oh my, honestly Tae? You’re playing crossy road right now?!”

There was a moment of silence and, indeed, the typical crossy road noise of the chicken bumping into a truck - boof! – was audible, making you shake your head as you actually smiled because oh my god, this kid.

“So obviously Tae’s not as tense as me right now, but would somebody mind to walk me through what we’re supposed to be doing?”, Jungkook snapped.

“Oh come on Kooks, this was your plan, you gotta embrace it.”, you said, now finally relaxing and preparing for what was going to come.

“No, jumping off a rooftop onto Domincs – emphasis on Dominic – was not my plan. Taehyung –“

His sentence was cut off by the booming, penentrating bass sound of the speakers you had grown to hate so much and from that moment on, all of your senses slowly returned to you and your heartbeat increased incredibly fast.

Blue light was illuminating the streets as the projection screen at the crossing lit up, displaying the oh-so-familiar text of the purge’s announcement. You unintentionally whispered the words yourself as the cold voice of the woman sounded through the alleys and streets down to venice beach.

“This is not a test.

This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of ᴛʜᴇ Aɴɴᴜᴀʟ Pᴜʀɢᴇ sanctioned by the U.S Government.

Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during ᴛʜᴇ Pᴜʀɢᴇ. All other weapons are restricted.

Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from ᴛʜᴇ Pᴜʀɢᴇ and shall not be harmed.

Commencing at the siren, any and all crime, including murder, will be legal for 12 continuous hours.

Police, fire and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning until 7am when ᴛʜᴇ Pᴜʀɢᴇ concludes.

Blessed be our New Founding Fathers and America, a nation reborn.

May God be with you all.”

“Here we go, gametime.”, Yoongi whispered and you watched him adjusting his AK 47 at the column he was hiding behind, giving you a thumbs up and a slight, barely noticeable smile.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see all of them getting into position – Jungkook and Jimin on the warehouse’s rooftop, Tae on the first door in the parkade next to it, Hoseok and Jin adjusting their snipers and Namjoon putting the black mask you all wore on to cover his face. It had kind of become your special trademark, the soft fabric giving you the artificial feeling of personal privacy and anonymity. You knew it wouldn’t last for too long, the siren had sounded for the 4th time now, 2 times to go. In just a few seconds the streets would be filled with gunshots, screams and, most of all, blood. Even the smallest mistake; a wrong movement or a moment of negligence could be the cause for you to be buried tomorrow. You were aware of the fact that you were slightly exaggerating and just making your heart beat faster and faster, but you couldn’t help it.

The rush of adrenaline pumping through you made you feel invincible and as the siren boomed for the 6th and last time, the doors of the warehouse burst open.

Just to make things more clear, you thought you had been prepared for any and everything possible – fist fights, gun fights, a wild chase – but you definitely didn’t expect Dominic and the rest of his gang to drive a..how to describe it?

The thing they were driving out the doors with resembled a team bus but it was longer and higher and it’s tires were the ones of a truck but twice the size, at least. It’s license plate read 1-800-FUCK-OFF instead of any valid number and, to be honest, you thought of it as a little bit funny, but right now you had much more important things to care about, for example a man covered in black sticking his head out of one of the black mirrored windows, positioning a MG3 machine gun.

“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck.”, you heard yourself saying as you ducked in order not to get shot, “Jungkook, where are you!?”, you screamed, firing your gun once, twice.

“What!? You want me to jump on a fucking killer truck!?”

You considered explaining the situation to him but, seeing how Jimin pushed Jungkook to the warehouse’s edge and then jumped down with him, it wasn’t necessary anymore. More importantly the truck with Jimin and Jungkook on it was threatening to speed away while Namjoon was giving orders. You need to do something, you told yourself before an idea popped up in your head and you cut Namjoon off.

“Namjoon, I’m sorry but we’re going to lose them if we continue hiding like this! I’m going in right now”, you shouted.

In the next second you were jumping over the dumpster, securely landing on the concrete of N Los Angeles St; your weapons safely tucked away in your backpack, the silenced sniper rifle’s material cold against your cheek as you tried your best to stand still and slow your breath.

“Fuck this.”, you sighed in defeat as you angrily threw a stone against the target you were supposed to hit with your bullets. 50 minutes had passed and the bost shot you’ve made had hit the target’s nonexistent hair. Great, even the stone didn’t miss it – but you, attempting to shoot it with a sniper rifle? Never. Never ever were you going to get this.

“Fuck what?”, Yoongi appeared next to you, crooked his head and cocked an eyebrow, waiting for you to answer.

You pointed at the 480 cheytac dangling off your shoulders, to the target and then to you, “all of this.”

“Well, as welcoming that invitation is, I’d rather not sleep with you in a…training center.”

You sneered, “very funny. It’s just that I can’t seem to get a good shot and I’ve been trying for about an hour and ugh.”

“Yeah, well, you have never used a sniper rifle before, either, not to mention a 480 cheytac which is fairly hard to handle.”

“Oh, wow. Yoongi, this is the literal first time you’ve been kind toward me.”, you said out loud. Realising what you had just confessed you quickly managed to continue speaking, “what about shooting that target over there –“, you pointed at one which was pretty far away, all the way on the other side of the gym,”and showing me how to do it?”

He chuckled, “sure.”, and took the rifle out of your hands, his right eye closed as he turned to the side. Despite his character, his looks were …wow, they were amazing. The sharp jawline of his, his pale skin in contrast to his pink lips – a silent swish stopped you from keeping to drool over him and you watched the silver bullet smoothly hitting the target’s brain as he turned to you, the satisfaction of his success prominent in his facial expression.

“Told you.”, he said mockingly; caused you to roll your eyes.

“See, all you have to do is hold it like this.”, he put the rifle down only to take your hands in his, wrapping them around the sniper, aiming at the fake body in front of you. His warm breath tickled the side of your neck as he explained, “control your breath and focus on nothing else but the target.”, he watched you do so. “A sniper is characterized by their few but precious and unerring shots. If you shoot, you have to strike whomever you want to kill or hurt, whatever. There’s no such thing as a second chance – it’s like this all or nothing shit. So stay concentrated.”

You nodded, correcting your aim while you kept your left eye shut. The target’s head was the only clear outline right now, everything else being blurry. The small target cross covered the target’s brain, “now shoot.”,

and with a last glance at whoever henchman of Dominics and Owens gang that was, you pulled the trigger.

It was as though someone had pressed the slow motion button on their IPhone when the tiny bullet hit the shooter’s left shoulder and he fell back into the truck-bus-something. Confidently you threw the 480 cheytac over your shoulder and inhaled. Hoseok’s voice saying “now that was a real shot.” popped up next to you and with a smile shared between the two of you, you started to run.

Turning left and right in order not to get attacked by someone else purging you felt the urge to vomit. Every corner and place your gaze wandered to was decorated with signs of cruelty. It took a while for you to realize that a slogan to your right reading ‘h e a r t b r e a k e r – l o v e f a k e r – n e v e r g o i n g t o w a k e h e r’ had been mistaken for spraypaint by you when it was actually written in the blood by the female body hanging next to it. You were sure the girl must have been beautiful before but now the long, blonde strands of hair covered her face, her once white dress now blood-stained.

Quickly looking to your left as your stomach turned, your gaze fell upon a couple being beaten up by four short men, their faces hidden behind suicide squad masks, their hands swinging baseball bats – wait, were those children?

It was weird; the downtown being this alive when it was basically dead just minutes ago – the silence had been replaced by gunshots and screams and crazy laughter, the streets wearing red.. it was disgusting.

You were about to continue letting your mind rant about everything the Purge did as you turned your head straight once again and, suddenly, the truck was gone. It was just gone. There was no sign of it having ever existed, even when you did a sharp u-turn – there was nothing but other people chasing each other and, out of all sudden, you felt tricked, standing in front of the dead end. You felt scared somehow.

You knew the truck had to be somewhere near you, but there was nothing, the doors of the buildings around you as locked as they had been before. And besides, the truck wouldn’t even fit through any of them.

“What the fuck..”, you murmured, not caring that you were interrupting the heated and breathless conversation that had been going on through the comm system.

You heard Yoongi trying to answer when another familiar voice filled the air with laughter. This time it wasn’t coming from the headset attached to your ear, it was louder and you figured it was coming from a speaker which soon proved itself to be true.

“Oh, how the tables have turned.” (GUYYYYYS I’M SORRY I JUST HAD TO INTEGRATE THIS;; DOES ANYONE ELSE KNOW THAT VIDEO?? IN CASE YOU DON’T GO WATCH IT NOW)

By the time you looked up you found yourself surrounded by Hoseok and Yoongi and it took you not even a mere second to recognize the person standing on top of the two-story parkade straight ahead.

You were damned for him to show up here, tonight, and recall everything you had buried under dozens of happy memories and work and assignments and plans and college courses. The last months you hadn’t even wasted a single second thinking about him, you were sure you were over it and, to be honest, you hated admitting that you got emotional right now when it was the literal worst time to get sentimental or caught up in thoughts, just because you saw certain brown eyes boring into yours.

They caused all the memories to come to your mind again. You remembered all the late night sessions where you stayed up late to help him with several assignments and presentations, and on your worst days you did miss him, indeed. It hit you at the most random moments; when you walked out of the house in the morning or when you saw a jeep, or when the midnight air crept through your window and nipsped at your cheeks. Whenever you listened to Cole’s songs you remembered everything he had told you, each and every detail and you wanted to rip off your head. He had never meant anything to you and you haven’t to him, either, you’d tell yourself – and it was the truth. Even though you were hurting when you thought about it, you missed it, but it always ended with you realizing how easy it was for the both of you to throw it all away because in the end, you didn’t care about the other at all, you just didn’t want to be alone.

That was what life was like in high school and you accepted it, yet still, seeing him reopened a door to your past and you hated getting flashbacks from things you didn’t want to remember.

“I see you’ve brought your personal guards. Didn’t know I was so difficult to take down.”, you said in an attempt not to show him he had the upper hand, your head nodding at the people standing on the pavement after they had realized they didn’t have to hide anymore.

You felt Jungkook’s and Jin’s presence behind you and your mind started to fill with relief on the one hand, worry on the other hand.

Chris, or Tej, his name in the business, looked at his henchmen and shook his head, faking a chuckle while anger started to fill your body, “nah, I could take you without wasting a single bullet. These”, he pointed at the assassins positioned on several rooftops, “are for your oh-so-beloved gang leader and the members that actually pose a threat.”

You snickered. “You’re just playing. Are you going to fight or do you want to spend the whole night talking shit?”

Yoongi took a step closer. “Y/N, I’m not saying we’re in danger but that’s exactly what I’m saying.”, he murmured.

“I know,”, you replied, “but I have to do this.”

Gun shots echoed from the walls as Tej shot into the night once, twice; looked at you threateningly. Immediately you felt the pearl handle of your gun in your palm, several clicks of other guns cocking audible behind you. Still hidden behind your back, your fingers curled around the trigger.

Once again, everything else was blocked out by your ears. You knew as soon as the five of you’d lift your weapons to shoot down as many fiends you possibly could, they’d open the fire, too, and more than a few lifes’d be ending soon.

You weren’t exaclty sure who drew his weapon first, but in a matter of seconds you found yourself among a crowd fighting like it was a matter of living and death – quite ironical since it indeed was. Yoongi was standing his ground in front of you. Jungkook hit one of their heads and you quickly looked away, firing your gun here and there as you did your best in helping Hoseok and Jin to keep the steadily raising number of enemies at bay. Luckily, Namjoon and Taehyung soon joined the 5 of you fighting, Jimin appearing out of nowhere taking out men from the top of an empty car. You shot another one into the leg but his companies charged so quickly that you soon found yourselves preferring the methods of a fist fight. A text example of a street fight, your brothe would have said if he were to take part in it.

Eight on you-didn’t-know-how-may was definitely not favorable, you decided as you slammed your fist into someone’s stomach, then looked around in trying to find Tej’s head in the midst of the brutal brawl, immediately regretting it as you earned a punch straight to your previously-injured shoulder and cried out in pain. Little did you know the wound had reopened as you gritted your teeth and blocked your attacker’s view with your hand, easily causing him to fall backwards, afterwards battering him with the handle of your gun.

Oh how much you hated fistfights.

They were way too personal, no doubt, you’d choose a gun over your fist anytime. You were tempted to run and just join Jimin on the car’s rooftop in taking them down smoothly from afar, just so no one important to you was exposed to danger anymore but you knew fully well that, for the next hours, you’d be living dangerously.

Just when you were about to help Namjoon fight off his two attackers a certain green fabric flashed in front of you and without a second glance you recognized the guy dressed in a green bomber as Chris, but that wasn’t exactly what stopped you from fighting.

It was rather the wired box he had left standing on the concrete and the small, almost invisible device in his hand, better known as detonator. Apparently you weren’t the only one who had noticed the approaching danger ‘cause just as you uttered a loud Oh, shit! thin fingers wrapped around your wrist. They were pulling you around the corner and down to the ground, a body promptly guarding you by embracing you close to its chest.

It was then that the detonator was being pressed, the detonation present in a dazzling flash, illuminating the dead end in red, white and yellow; a loud Bang!; the unmistakable, abominable stench of burned flesh and you felt your gastric acid raising in your throat. You wanted to vomit, to cry out loud, break something to cleanse your nostrils from the bloody smell, your hands from the blood covering them; but there was obviously no time for that in view of the hands that pulled you up. You finally recognized your savior as Yoongi when he shouted at you to run since you weren’t out of danger yet but his voice sounded distant, reverberating in your brain. It felt like you had been thrown into a well or something; yet still you followed his instructions, jumped to your feet and ran.

Your body was moving on its own, you yourself completely unable to do anything about it. Looking down to the ground, your red platforms connected and disconnected with the ground, not coming to a halt until Yoongi, who had been holding your hand the whole time, pushed you into a inconspicuous side alley, sliding to the pavement right next to you.

For a minute or two neither of you spoke a word, the air filled with the sounds of two people catching their breath. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to speak, it was rather the fact that you were unable to, both due to shock and exhaustion. You wondered where you were, but there was no point in asking since you both had just ran and ran, without the slightest bit of a plan – which was fine with you, you had just needed to free your mind, yet you didn’t exactly feel lighter.

You let out a noise, a mixture of sighing, groaning and inhaling as you passed your hand over your forehead and turned to your right, opening your eyes to the sight of a battered Yoongi and you sat up straightaway, groaning with pain at the headache you were having.

“You look horrible.”, you managed to say, even though it was a rasping sound rather than a human sound. With shaky hands you reached up to cup his face, your hand tracing the outlines of several still bleeding scars and cuts on his cheeks.

“I could say the same.”, he whispered as he watched you reaching into your backpack for the first-aid-kit you had luckily taken with you, the backpack’s contents now displayed on the asphalt. He let you take care of his wounds and calmed down whenever your fingers touched his skin. The both of you were still panting and you did your best to ignore his hot breath against your collarbone as you reached behind him to adjust his jacket, afraid that he’d get sick given the fact that he was sweating and the air was not just a comfortable breeze.

Acting normal too, Yoongi let his gaze wander over the different items laying in front of him. A comparable huge amount of different ammo, spraypaint, a lighter, a knife, a map, a black hoodie, tissues…what caught his eye was a small, plain black journal, ‘YOUTH’ written on its cover with silver ink.

With you still patching him up he reached for it, palm brushing over the envelop previous to opening it, a small polaroid instantly falling out.

He turned it around, the caption reading oceans and without thinking about it, he confronted you. “Oceans?”, he asked.

You stopped in your action, letting go of his left wrist you had been wrapping up with band-aid. Your eyes fell upon the shiny, small image and you furiously shook your head, a little too fast.

“Rip it. Just – it’s nothing.”, you said, snatching the paper out of his hands and tore it apart.

The two of you were climbing over a fence, again. You had been strolling through alleys and streets and over railways for what seemed like ages, nothing relevant happening. Yes, there were a few not-so-pleasant encounters with people purging, however you were on the same page with not wanting to throw any more punches tonight, instead taking down each purger with one bullet, and one bullet only. You hadn’t talked much, pretty much due to the fact that neither of you felt like it. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy his company, though. You were relieved you weren’t out on your own and you were quite sure that he was the person you’d most likely choose as a companion tonight, just because…you couldn’t explain it, yet still you didn’t doubt your thought. So you both just walked next to each other in silence and you were fine with that, and, on top of that, you were partially doing it for the safety’s sake. Somewhere between two trains, one of them burning, and voices followed by gunshots you took his hand and never let go of it, not until he started to speak.

“What’s on your mind?”, he said, pushing branches out of his way.

“Huh?”, you murmured, snapping out of your trance to look around and see if he was talking to someone else until your realised that you were pretty much the only person he could’ve talked to, silently cursing you for your stupidity.

“I..”, you kicked a stone, “..don’t really know. Pretty much everything.”

He looked at you, an expectant facial expression prominent on his face, urging you to continue which you never did.

Sighing, he shook his head.

“Listen, I know I’m probably not the person you wanted to be with tonight –“

Oh, if only you knew, Min Yoongi.

“ - Don’t.”

He abruptly stopped walking when you cut him off. “What?”

You smiled, seeing as he was the stupid one now, copying his movements as you shook his head.

“I said don’t.”, you stopped breathing for a second, “’cause you weren’t telling the truth. I’m just worried about the others – you know, leaving them behind was not the right decision.”

You could literally see him rolling his eyes although you were looking to the ground.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that we would have died if we hadn’t done just that.”

“Yeah,”, you exhaled, “I know. But that doesn’t stop me from worrying about them.”

“They’ll be fine.”, he said, clearly avoiding eye contact.

“You’re saying that to convince yourself.”

“Partially.”

The dry branches made a crunching sound when you stepped over them, then you turned left to get to a street where you’d – hopefully – find some kind of a vehicle.

“I simply don’t like the fact that we left them behind with him.”

“So I was right? I knew you knew that fight-obsessed oh-i-am-so-powerful freak.”

You were biting back a smile at the names he called him, “Yes, congratulations. But you were right, indeed, I used to know him, we were..friends?” It was more of a question than a statement, you realised after finishing.

“Well, back then he wasn’t as much of an asshole as he’s now, I guess.”

“You guess? I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have befriended him if he was.”

“That’s a point.”, you nodded, then you fished the polaroid out of your pocket. You hadn’t thrown it away yet, you hadn’t had the heart to dispose it yet. Assembling the two shreds, you pulled out the old, rusty silver lighter Namjoon had gifted you at your accession to his gang.

“Funny how pictures never change but the people in them do.”, something in the back of your mind was telling you you had just quoted someone, but that didn’t matter right now, “But that’s just how it goes, you grow older and your best friend becomes your arch enemy.”

Yoongi let out an understanding sigh as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, checking the street before he led you through a hole in the fence that marked the end of the containment area you had been walking on in order not to come across some murderous purgers.

“That was quite poetic.”, he chuckled, “still, it’s the truth. People erase you from their lives because they’re too damn lazy to try and work things out.”

It was then that you both stopped walking and you turned around to face him, making eye contact. There was no real reason behind your actions, but something within you made you take your time to study his face, and, most of all, his eyes.

They were the first thing you had ever noticed about him. The ones he hid under his hair or behind his glasses; he called boring, brown. He always wanted any color, any other pair of eyes except her own. At first you had found it strange, it was a fair contrast to his i-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude; but you soon learned that he cared more about others and their opinions than he’d ever admit. However, you loved them. You loved how they lit up when his brain produced another brilliant idea. When he laughed his happiness wouldn’t be prominent in a smile or a grin, you’d notice it in the way his eyes started to sparkle and dance.

You had stared into them and he had stared right back into yours, like you should have kissed and made love and laughed and hurt together so many times that you didn’t even bother to count it anymore, but you had chosen to stay friends instead. Both yours and his eyes had been glistening back then, yours in tears and his in anger at himself.

And just the same, they’d dull and blur and lose their joyful aura when he was being bothered by something. They were the only thing left of his dark and ugly past, they were hiding something and you were eager to find out just what exactly it was that he was trying so hard to forget.

You were wondering what in hell he must have witnessed that made him the person he was now, you wanted to know what made him so desperate and hopeless that he became responsible for the ugly, knife-shaped scar extending from his artery to his collarbone he made sure to curtain with whatever top or hoodie he was wearing. You had only seen it once, but that was enough for the question persistently floating around in your head.

What happened to him?

It wasn’t the question that bothered and stressed you, it was you being aware of the fact that you’d never be to find the answer. He wasn’t going to open up to anyone, you knew it.

And now you were looking into these very eyes as you took a step forward, his fingers still intertwined with yours. His eyes were overflooding with emotions, mostly dark and sad ones, but so were yours as you both looked at each other with what if’s and could have’s and hearts and souls full of regret. For a moment your gaze travelled down to his red lips, sore as he had been biting them all the time, but then you got a grip on yourself and pulled away, your fingers no longer filling the gaps between his as you, once again, pulled out the lighter, flicked it and watched as the polaroid caught fire, whirling to the ground.

“Geez,”, you breathed, stomping onto the leftovers, “should’ve done that long ago.”

When you turned to Yoongi, his eyes were dull again, no emotion visible, his facial expression empty once again. He didn’t speak a word other than “let’s go” after you had thrown all the other polaroids displaying Chris to where the first one was still smoldering, a small fire developing.

You only shook your head, staring right into the flames illuminating the night, drowning out his words. Everything you remembered was Chris telling you that “beautiful, you’re playing with fire” and you took that quite literally. He was the fire and if you get too close to the fire you’ll get hurt, that’s just how it is.

The smoke was burning in your eyes and stinging in your nose and soon you attempted to turn away and go, but apparently Yoongi bet you to it.

You remembered hearing a “What the fuck are you waiting for?!” that sounded distant in your head and a gun being fired right after. Your head was snapping up and through the smoke you made out a quartet consisting of men, all of their heads covered with – you actually screamed at that – clown masks. Then, a small, silver object – a bullet – was just barely missing your left thigh with a hiss.

It took another gunshot, this time brushing your jacket, which was – thank god – oversized, for you to finally snap out of your stone-like state. You were firing your gun before you even realised that you were reaching for it but it was obvious that you couldn’t beat them since you’d have to reach into your backpack for ammo – in your foolishness you hadn’t grabbed the sniper that was still securely tucked away in your backpack and, with a glance to your right your suspicion about Yoongi, too, having grabbed his handgun instead of something more powerful was confirmed. In any other situation you would have rolled your eyes, but this was dead serious – literally.

So you quickly decided to do what you were best at; you grabbed his wrist and ran. The fact that they were looking like clowns scared the hell out of you and you completely forgot to look where you were going, leaving the route up to Yoongi who stumbled as a bullet brushed his upper arm. In your rush you didn’t waste a second thought on it, suddenly changing your mind as you took the lead again, turning left, right, running down a street before you took a sharp turn into a smaller, barely visible alleyway.

You were about to slump down when suddenly, you were pushed back, the cold brick wall of the building behind you touching your back. Your reflex was to slap whomever was touching you right there and make a run for it but, hell, this was Yoongi pinning you to the wall, one hand at your iliac bone, the other one at your shoulder, his eyes reflecting anger and frustration, but most of all something you could only decipher as worry.

“Do not”, he stopped due to his heavy panting, “do that ever”, now he was licking his lips and all you could think was oh hell, min yoongi, you’re going to be the death of me, “ever again.”, he finished.

You almost thought he was pulling away when he came back with full force. And then, he was slamming his lips into yours in a desperate attempt to convey all he never said because there were simply no words for it and, to be fully honest, he succeeded in that mission. Right now, in this small, hopeless alleyway, Min Yoongi was giving you all you had ever hoped for, you were letting out all the emotions you had bottled up and tried to keep hidden in this one, literally breathtaking, kiss.

And honestly, you could have kissed him all day. You could have swept back his mint, thin and loose strands of his hair from his eyes and spent the hours that were left just like that. Perhaps it was because there was so, so much sadness and pain in his heart, but he kissed like he needed to be kissed, like he was aching all over, and you knew he was. And you were willing to lend him some kind of comfort as you cupped his face with both hands, deepening the kiss as you traced the prominent cheekbones of his.

That you were, in fact, all lovey-dovey instead of hiding on the Purge’s night didn’t seem to get through to you and neither of you stopped until your palm brushed against his elbow and a thick, dark liquid started to cover it.

“Oh my god”, you breathed, panting from both running and the kiss, pulling away. His left sleeve was blood-stained and you didn’t even bother listening to him when he told you that “Y/N, it’s nothing”, instead pushing him down to the floor, all the way while rummaging through your bag, grabbing what you’d need to patch him up.

“The bullet..”, you murmured quietly, repeating it louder when he didn’t answer, “Yoongi, is the bullet still stuck?”

He shook his head with a “No, it was just a graze shot” and you let out a long, relieved sigh because oh, you would have killed him if you had had to take the bullet out. You had done that once and, to be real, it was kind of the most disgusting thing you had ever done. Raking around in the wound was a necessarity and goodness, there was no way in hell anyone’d ever like to do that.

“We’ll have to praise god for our damn luck tonight.”

A deep, silent chuckle rumbled through his chest you were leaning on in order to be in a better angle and you stole a glance at his dark orbs, enjoying the sight of the stars they were reflecting – or his eyes simply consisted of stars, you couldn’t tell.

“I’d love seeing you do that without even being religious.” You groaned, forcing back a grin. “Oh, watch me. You’ll see.”

You dampened a compress with antiseptic and scrunched your face at the acrid smell that started to fill the air with the action of removing the bottle’s cap.

“This is going to hurt.”, you said guiltily, but Yoongi just shook his head.

“Just get it done and over with. And, if the pain’s too much to bear, I’ve still got the gun. You know, just in case.”

He grinned as you hissed and dared him never to make jokes about such serious things ever again. You had almost had an heartattack when you recognised the damage the bullet had done; like he said, it had only been a graze, still, he was losing a lot of blood to the point where you started to wonder how in hell he was still able to crack jokes like that.

Perhaps it was because he had already been going through so much pain that a bullet was just an annoying pain in the ass – nothing more, nothing less. You didn’t know. Still, he grabbed your jacket and stuffed the hem of his shirt between his lips in order not to scream. After all, you didn’t want to be found.

When you pressed the compress to the wound, he silently hissed and you truly felt sorry when you saw the pain filled expression on his face. However, you continued since you knew it’d be best to finish to fix him up as fast as you possibly could, wrapping another bandage around his arm, careful not to put too much pressure onto it.

As you visibly exhaled and turned around to stuff the things you had taken out back into your backpack, he caught your wrist and stopped you.

“No. Just –“, he never finished his sentence, he just opened his arms and right then you couldn’t help but willingly give in, letting go of whatever you were holding and wrapping your arms around his torso. While you were still seated on the pavement he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, so tight that you couldn’t escape even if you wanted to. You felt like some cliché girl in a cliché book the moment you breathed in and instead of inhaling air, you inhaled his scent. He wasn’t wearing his blackberry fragrance tonight, but still, despite the iron smell of his blood and the sweat there was something else that didn’t go unnoticed by you and, after a few moments, you became aware of the fact that what you were smelling right now was no cologne or perfume or shampoo, it was just him.

And godness, he smelled good. Like something wild and untamed yet angelic, like the ocean does when the waves crash onto the beach, but not those soft, gentle waves but the bigger ones. He smelled like rain on a hot summer night, like milk and honey when you couldn’t sleep at night, like a thunderstorm you were watching on a balcony. It didn’t made sense at all, but you couldn’t describe it any other way, so you just settled down with not trying to describe but enjoy it instead.

It was weird how his embrace made you feel like home, even though you had rarely hugged before. Your head fit into the crook of his neck better than it did into Chris’, your figures hugged each other more passionately, you were two magnets attracting each other.

His lips pressed against your scalp and you were feeling him smile as he did it, you were filled with a sudden warmth and triumph, for you knew then that he was yours. It was damn cheesy and you were cringing at your own self, but right now, that didn’t matter. And you loved him, and it was something that you had known somewhere within you all the way until now.

Why did you love him?

You didn’t have a set answer for that, but you guessed it was just how you felt around him, how he was never leaving your mind, the vibes he gave you and the laughs you got from talking to him. You loved that you knew him so well that you knew what he’d answer before he even said something, you loved his attitude, his looks, his eyes, freshly-added; you loved his scent, you loved the way he’d never fail to comment something sarcastic and you loved that beyond the cold guy, there was a guy caring for all the people he loved, but most of all, for you. And, as you sat there, a déjà vu from just hours earlier crossed your mind, where you had been sure that you’d never be to find out what he was hiding, that he’d never open up to you, but little did you know he was.

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