#next chap is 24 pages so many things are waiting for us next week *eyes emoji*

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 746: Cheering and conclusion!!

Pag 1

1: I'll win!!

2: I will!! I'll become the sixth member!! This year for sure!!

3: I'll go!!

4: I will!! On the same stage as you, Issa!!

Pag 2

1: They're neck and neck!!

For sure!!

Pag 3

1: For sure!!

Pag 4

1: There are 50m left until the sensor line!!

2: Kuaaaa

3: Garuaaaa

Pag 5

3: Nii-chan, on!!

4: Damn, I get it

This resolution, is making me shake

5: Sugimoto!! I'm cheering for you!!

Pag 6

1: Danchiku!!

2: 30m left!!

Pag 7

2: I think I can hear, mixed together with Sadatoki's voice

3: Kawada's cheering

4: It's surprising, but I'm grateful

It's turning into strength for me, Kawada

6: Imaizumi....

Pag 8

1: is watching quietly

Can't be helped

2: They're the three core third years who put together the club

They can't afford to support one of us

4: But, maybe, if you supported me

I

5: I would have been

6: several times more strong than usual

Pag 9

1: I'm glad

For this training camp

2: It's been hard, but, Imaizumi, I could become your “buddy”, and run with you during these intense for days

3: Imaizumi......

4: I haven't told you yet

5: Once this race is over.... will you listen to me?

5: It's silly

A daydream

6: The reason why I want to run in the Inter High

7: I've been thinking about it since around a year ago

Before the finish line, running as teammates, wearing the same jerseys....

Pag 10

1: Go, Imaizumi!!

Got it, Teru!!

I.....

2: I thought that I want to push your back and for you to take the finish line

3: With these hands!!

Pag 11

2: Sugimoto

3: At first, you boasted that you were an experienced cyclist, but it was just words

During the first training camp, you retired halfway through

4: But you worked so hard

Secretly

5: And without resting, for three years

Sugimoto.....

6: Show me the moment your three years of progress bear fruits

Pag 12

1: Pedal!! Sugimoto!!

2: Yeah!!

Pag 13

3: Now

4: 30m!!

I'll pedal at full power!!

Pag 14

1: Garuaaaa

2: Sugimoto-san

3: You're really an amazing guy

4: I respect you from the bottom of my heart

Pag 15

1: Your heart is probably bigger than mine

2: The courage to boldly challenge, the earnestness of working so hard

The heart of never giving up until the end

3: You, who hid all that, are strong

4: Stronger than me, much more!! I finally noticed during the last lap

5: So

6: It's the end, so please

My heart is so small it can fit in the palm of my hand

So

Pag 16

1: Allow me to practice with you one more time, senpai!!

Pag 20

1: Garuaaaa

2: It's Danchiku

Danchiku crossed the sensor line first!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 746 #rip to all the ppl who were cheering so hard for sugimoto i'm so so sorry for your loss ;A; #also im so sad too ;A; #but honestly im also sad for danchiku bc literally everyone but kabu was cheering for sugimoto no one was cheering for him lmao #maybe he'll get on the team but everyone would have preferred having sugimoto asdsafhjldf thats so sad #btw imaizumi screaming for sugimoto ;A; #sugimoto being so in love with him hes such a simp #he even imagines imaizumi calling him teru ;A; #i wonder whats gonna happen now..... #next chap is 24 pages so many things are waiting for us next week *eyes emoji*

[ggukcangetit]

Dreamcatchers Chap 2

Pairing: jungkook x oc

Synopsis: DI Jeon didn’t need a new partner. Unfortunately, his superiors felt otherwise; especially considering the extremely high-profile murder that had just taken place in the port city. Recent transfer, DI Choi Yuri finds herself confronted with a new cityscape, unfamiliar people, a hostile partner, and a homicide that is certain to bring back unpleasant memories.

Rating: NC-17

Genre/AU: fluff/action/mystery | detective! au | police!jungkook, police!oc

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of violence, alcohol, blood, drugs, death. basically stuff you’d associate with a murder mystery/crime drama.

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Acknowledgement: shoutout to @stutterfly​ for designing this beautiful banner which i am completely in love with and stare at for no particular reason throughout the day

A/N: second chapter! i was planning to post a chapter each friday but got slightly delayed this week. reminding everyone that this story features a named oc because i’m still very unfamiliar with writing second person reader inserts. i’m not aiming for strict accuracy in this story, and all criminal investigation/forensics knowledge i have has been gathered by watching crime drama/procedural dramas! my knowledge of geography is also not totally accurate so apologies for that. once again, one thing right by @hobios​ prompted me to write a police inspector! jungkook story. would highly recommend reading that because it’s probably one of my most favorite pieces of writing!

17th December

Yuri walked into the station at 7 am the next day and found that it was surprisingly empty. She had brought a few small things to keep at her desk - a picture of her parents, a couple of pens, a small sticky notepad, and a mason jar filled with snacks. She smiled to herself as she recalled how her old colleagues always used to teased her about the mason jar.

“Good morning, DI Choi! Hope you’re settling in properly.” Seulgi came over with two cups of coffee and placed one in front of her.

“Oh, thank you! I forgot to get coffee on my way here,” Yuri replied with a smile. “And please, let’s not be so formal. Call me Yuri.”

“Alright then, Yuri, please call me Seulgi!”

Yuri was grateful to see a friendly face at the station. She hadn’t slept a wink the previous night, and had been dreading having to see Jeon in the morning. 

“You’re here really early,” continued Seulgi. “I’m sure Chief Inspector Goh will be very impressed.”

“Ah no, it’s nothing like that.” Yuri brushed it off with a laugh. “We’re bringing in a witness today. I just wanted to orient myself with the station before we questioned him.”

“Oh? A witness?”

“Hmm.” Yuri swirled the contents of the cup in her hand, looking at it absentmindedly. “We couldn’t bring him in last night, unfortunately.”

“I see. Oh, before I forget,” said Seulgi, checking something on her phone. “The autopsy should be ready by this afternoon. That should hopefully help you a bit.”

“Perfect! I think we can start creating a proper timeline once we have the results.”

“I’ll leave you to it then, Yuri,” said Seulgi. “I have to get back to the lab.”

Yuri sighed and leaned her head back against the headrest of the station’s revolving chair. She recalled the interview with Mr. Kang the previous day; he hadn’t exactly been uncooperative, but something about his manner was odd. The absence of grief might not be indicative of guilt, but it definitely hinted at something lying underneath his polished words.

“DI Jeon? DI Choi?” Jisoo came over with an uncomfortable expression on her face. “We’ve brought in Mr. Park. He’s waiting in interview room #3.”

Yuri wondered why Jisoo looked so disturbed. Then again, she had only met the junior officer for the first time the previous day; she really didn’t know anything about her or her usual disposition.

“Don’t accept things from people for the sake of being polite.” Jeon brushed past her, the frown firmly embedded on her face. 

“What?” Yuri quickly put her phone into her pocket and followed him.

“The coffee,” he said, as if self-explanatory.

“What about it?”

“You don’t like it. You aren’t going to drink it. But you’re still holding onto it because Seulgi gave it to you. Just dump it in the trash. We don’t have time for  unnecessary courtesy, DI Choi. It’s a hindrance.”

Although his tone was hard and tinged with irritation, Yuri realised that Jeon was right. She had taken one sip of the coffee in front of Seulgi, but the truth was that she hated plain black coffee. Indeed, the last 15 minutes had been spent swirling the contents of the cup but never taking a sip. Yet, Jeon had noticed and somehow come to the right conclusion. Was she really so easy to read? A tiny bubble of annoyance began growing inside Yuri - what gave Jeon the right to comment on her choice of beverage, or anything for that matter!

Interview room #3 was the largest one in the station. Yuri walked in to find a young man leaning back in the uncomfortable metal chair, looking like he was the one in charge. His silvery blond hair was parted in the middle matching the cold hue of his grey eyes and the pallor of his porcelain white skin. Everything about him looked frosty except, Yuri realised, the reddish pink of his rather plump lips. 

Jeon sat down across from him, flipping open a thin file. “Thank you for coming in, Mr. Park. W-”

“Now now,” interrupted Park Jimin, his voice more soft and high-pitched than Yuri had expected. “We’ve known each other far too long for formalities, Jeongguk. You’ve been to almost every one of my New Year’s Eve parties, remember?” 

Jeon clenched his teeth, a muscle ticking in his cheek. “As I was saying-”

“But I don’t believe we’ve met.” Jimin turned towards Yuri, the right side of his lips twitching upwards slightly. “I’m Park Jimin.”

Suddenly, Yuri felt uneasy. There was something about the way Park Jimin was looking at her that made her stomach feel queasy. 

“DI Choi,” she said, gulping down the bile that threatened to rise inside her. “Can you tell us what you were doing on the night of December 15th, Mr. Park?”

“I can,” he said, leaning back once again. “But whether I will, is another question.”

The thing about Park Jimin was that he was being incredibly transparent about his desire to hinder the investigation in any way. On top of that, his gaze kept flitting towards Yuri - a fact that Jeon seemed completely oblivious to - and lingering for the briefest of moments. 

“I’m asking you again, Mr. Park,” said Yuri, placing her arms on the table. “What were you doing on the night of December 15th?”

“I really don’t think that’s any of your business. Unless,” he paused, his lips lifting into a smirk. “You’re interested in joining me afterwards for a drink.”

“This is a murder investigation, Mr. Park! Stop propositioning the investigating detective and answer the question!” Jeon slammed his fist down on the table, a vein throbbing along the side of his neck. 

 “A murder investigation, huh?” The silver haired man finally made eye contact with Jeon, his eyes no longer flippant and suggestive. “Finally getting down to the facts, aren’t we?”

The air had grown considerably more tense, and Yuri sensed that there was definitely something about Park Jimin that she hadn’t read in his files.

“Who?”

“What?” Jeon clenched the fist that remained stiff on the table.

“Who’s murder are you investigating, Jeongguk?”

The balance of power in the room had tipped in favor of Park Jimin when Jeon reluctantly opened his file and took out a picture. Sliding it towards the other man, he leaned back into his chair and waited for the latter to finish looking at it.

“Kang Eunwoo was found dead in his home yesterday. His father says you visited him the previous night and were possibly the last person to see him alive.”

“No.” Park Jimin pushed the picture back towards them. His body language had stiffened considerably.

“No?”

“I didn’t visit him. I haven’t seen Eunwoo since the Grand Fundraiser Gala held at the end of November.”

“Then you won’t mind telling us where you were that night,” Jeon asked, folding his arms across his chest. 

“I’m afraid not.”

“You’re not going to tell us where you were on the night of 15th December?”

“That is correct.”

“I insist you provide a statement of your movements, Mr. Park,” said Yuri, frowning slightly. “Things could get very tricky for you otherwise.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

xxx

“How long can we detain him?” Suho asked Jeon, glancing worriedly at the door to interview room #3.

“24 hours max,” said Jeon, checking his phone. “Unless we come across something more concrete connecting him to the case. Just because he’s being an asshole, doesn’t necessarily mean he’s guilty.”

“Doesn’t mean he’s not,” added Suho, with a shrug. 

“Have you checked his bank records? Credit card usage?” asked Yuri. “We could try and construct a timeline with that - find out his whereabouts, where he went, what he did.”

“On it!” replied Suho with a grin.

Jeon, on the other hand, didn’t look too thrilled. He sat at his desk, flipping through some files that were clearly not part of the current case - judging by how many of the pages were dog-eared and worn from repeated examination. 

“Why isn’t Jimin providing an alibi?” Yuri asked, recalling the trainwreck of an interview they had just completed. Jeon didn’t answer; the rustling of pages the only indication of his presence.

“If the Kangs and Parks are such bitter rivals, it probably gives him a strong motive. If he didn’t have anything to do with Eunwoo’s death, why is he refusing to tell us where he was?”

Silence.

“Unless, of course, he did have something to do with the death.” Yuri got up from her chair and peered over the partition between her and Jeon’s desks. “Something about him shifted after he saw the picture of Eunwoo.”

Yuri frowned, as Jeon continued to ignore her. Walking over to his desk, she tapped him on the shoulder a few times before he reluctantly turned towards her.

“What’s your problem, Jeon?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’ve been an absolute dick since I joined yesterday. I’d chalk it up to a personality defect, if it weren’t for the things that Ahreum told me. So I’m asking you again,” she said through gritted teeth. “What exactly is your problem?”

Jeon shut the file and slammed it on his desk. Standing up straight, he was almost a head taller than Yuri. His strong brows emphasizing the ire in his dark eyes. 

“I don’t need a newbie coming in and telling me what to do, and messing up the system.”

“I am not a newbie...” Yuri barely managed to contain her anger. “I haven’t told you what to do! And I damn well haven’t messed with your fucking system!” 

“You really have no idea about my fucking system, Choi.” Jeon glared at her. 

At any other point, the unfortunate choice of word order would have made Yuri cringe. But she was too angry to consider any sleazy innuendos Jeon was trying to throw into their argument.

“I don’t care what Ahreum said about you. You’re a humongous asshole and if this was any other situation, I would’ve walked the fuck out of here! But as it stands, I will be working here. And I will be working on this case. If you continue making things difficult for me-” she picked up the file Jeon had been reading in favor of answering her questions- “I’m gonna drop this off at Goh’s desk. Then you can say goodbye to whatever the fuck it is that you’re so obsessed with!”

“Don’t you dare.” He was standing very close to her now, his jaw hardening aggressively. “If you so much as touch that file again-”

Jeon was interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Seulgi stood a few feet away, looking slightly alarmed at the scene unfolding in front of her.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, uncertainly. 

“What do you want?” snapped Jeon, snatching the file away from Yuri.

“I have the autopsy report.” Her expression still remained concerned, but she handed the file over to him nonetheless. “COD is blunt force trauma to the back of the head. It’s most likely that he hit his head on the granite mantle above the fireplace. Death was instantaneous so he must have hit it with considerable force - not something I’d attribute to an accidental fall. Time of death estimated between midnight and 1 am.”

“He was hosting a party that night,” said Yuri. “There was definitely plenty of alcohol present. Was he very drunk?”

“I’d say there was enough to loosen his inhibitions considerably, but not enough to be completely pissed.”

“What about drugs?” 

Jeon scoffed at Yuri’s continued questions, his eyes never leaving the autopsy report.

“Do you have something to say, Jeon?” asked Yuri, irritably.

Seulgi intervened before the argument could escalate once again. “No, there weren’t any drugs in his system. At least not the regular ones. I’d have to check specifically if we’re looking for rarer, less traceable ones.”

“Can we get the people who were present at the party to come in give us a blood sample?” asked Yuri. “Maybe Eunwoo didn’t do any drugs, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t any drugs at the party.”

“I can run the tests. Most of the drugs I tested for remain in a person’s blood for at least 2-3 days.”

Jeon returned the file to Seulgi. “There’s no need for that.”

“What?” Yuri snapped her head in his direction. “Why not?”

“You won’t find drugs being used at the Kang mansion.” He picked up his backpack and started walking towards the exit.

“Where are you going, Jeon?!” yelled Yuri.

“Home.”

xxx

lemme know how you liked the chapter! 

#jungkook #jungkook x oc #jungkook fic #yoongi #seokjin #hoseok #namjoon #taehyung #jimin #bts fic #c me write bangtan #btsbookclub

[ecofinisher]

¡Vamos a España! - Chap 28

Chapter 28

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29442912/chapters/75529148

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13819897/28/Vamos-a-Espa%C3%B1a

https://www.wattpad.com/1054057300-%C2%A1vamos-a-espa%C3%B1a-chapter-28

In the afternoon Gerda sat inside the ship playing dominoes with Orm on top of a box while sitting around it with crossed legs for comfort.

„You‘re going out tonight?“ Orm asked making Gerda shrug her shoulders.

„I haven‘t decided yet,“ Responded Gerda. „I‘m waiting for Rollan to come back from the academy. We don‘t really need to go out anywhere, Simply spending the time together would do it well for us or just talk. Tomorrow if Alfida and Kai are interested, we‘re all going to the beach…...are you by coincidence interested in coming along? If you do, we may have to go at night, when almost no one is around,“

„It‘s alright. I‘ve seen everywhere beaches, it‘s fine if I skip this,“ Responded the troll.

„You‘re sure?“ The blonde asked earning a nod from the friend. „Alright,“

„You‘re still planning to take the triplets back home this weekend, right?“

„The best moment for me is to go out at night to make sure no one spots us. Also, someone of you needs to show me, where they are or how we should go there,“

„When Rollan is back, I ask him how we should do it,“ Gerda mentioned. „I believe the triplets want as well to tell him and his mother goodbye,“

„Good, then we depart on Monday?“ Orm asked making Gerda shrug her shoulders.

„Alfida hasn‘t said anything yet,“ Gerda commented, then they heard someone whistle and they looked at the entrance of the airship to see Alfida step in with a book in her hand, afterward helped her boyfriend Kai up on the boat.

„We‘ve found a replica of that book Orm threw off the ship!“ Alfida announced making Gerda smile and take the book.

„What you really bought me one?“ Gerda asked. „Thank you,“ Gerda responded putting his arms around the friend.

„Well, I wouldn‘t say I‘ve bought it too 100%. More like we borrowed it,“ Alfida commented showing the girl a sheet, which showed the day they had to return the book. „But technically we will leave the next few days so we can just keep it forever,“

„Oh well, then I make sure I finish this book before we leave, so I can give it back,“

„I knew you would say that,“ Alfida chuckled, then sat down on the ground next to Orm. „By the way how was your night yesterday with Rollan? I didn‘t pay attention to when you arrived here,“

„It was sweet to be spending time with him. Just the two of us alone on the beach strolling around, listening to the sea. It couldn‘t have been better,“

„That‘s sweet,“ Alfida commented, then Kai came along with his painting easel and placed it on the middle of the ship, then looked over the town. „You‘re going to paint the town?“

„I haven‘t painted in a while. It would be a good thing to do now,“ Kai announced. „Any special wishes?“

„A painting of the beach would actually be cooler and different“ Suggested Alfida. „Like not many people have seen a beach and it would be worth a lot,“

„That‘s actually a good idea. That king there would give you a lot of money if you did that,“ Orm suggested.

„It‘s worth a try,“ Kai responded closing the easel again. „Is someone tagging along with me?“

„If you‘re okay with waiting five more minutes, I come along,“ Alfida said making her way into the cabin, then Gerda looked at the town squinting her eyes to look at the church with the tower showing the time, then smiled.

„I will leave as well in a few minutes, I‘m just finishing the match here with Orm,“ Gerda pointed out making her brother nod.

„Where shall we all met later on?“ Questioned the younger brother.

„Maybe to dinner time,“ Suggested Gerda. „Don‘t worry, I‘ll say anything,“

„Okay,“ Kai responded walking towards the cabin to wait for his girlfriend to come out.

About a quarter-hour later Gerda arrived at Rollan‘s mother‘s house, then as she stepped on the stairs she heard someone whistle and she looked back to see Rollan coming along on the carriage with his friends.

„Hey,“ Gerda greeted, then watched Rollan jump down off the cart to meet the girlfriend, by holding his arms open to her and she got onto them. „How was your day?“

„Could have been worse,“ Rollan responded, then Pastor jumped down off the carriage followed by Marina. „Enrico has noticed right in the morning his book was missing,“

„That‘s your girlfriend?“ Pastor asked approaching the couple along with Marina.

„Uh…...What are you doing here?“ Rollan asked surprised.

„After what happened I thought it would be a good thing to have two witnesses here with you,“ Explained Pastor making Gerda raise her eyebrows curious.

„Did something happen to you?“ Gerda asked watching Rollan take down his back and shrug his shoulders.

„Enrico and I almost got into a fight due to the missing book,“ Rollan responded.

„That‘s all my fault Rollan. We should have made another plan to get rid of it,“ Gerda stated, then Rollan shook his head.

„No, it‘s not your fault. I rather have had this happen, than him showing Roberto that book,“ Rollan explained earning a nod from his girlfriend.

„What‘s so special about that book?“ Questioned Pastor. „Is it so good it destroys someone‘s life or what?“

„It could,“ Rollan spoke quietly, then looked at Gerda which nodded and Rollan sank his head down.

„They‘re your friends. Let them at least know what‘s it all about,“ Gerda suggested and Rollan grabbed Gerda‘s hand tight holding it close to his body.

„I don‘t want to be saying all this alone,“ Rollan commented making Gerda nod.

„I help you out, if you want,“ Gerda offered making the boyfriend nod, then both sat down on the stairs and exchanged looks to see, who would start first.

„I had this one book about legends and one of those pages talked about the wishing stones, which would grant the persons, who touched it some sort of superpowers. I went to the Scandinavian peninsula and made my way through the trolltunga to look for the troll kingdom, where this tomb was located with the wishing stone. Gerda…...“

„He met me at a friend of mine‘s house and he told me about the stone and I convinced myself to go along with him there, mainly to bring back my parents. When we found the stone we used it and instead of it giving us what we wanted we got cursed with the powers that once belonged to the fire-demon and the snow queen,“

„The worst part was I was an idiot. I wanted to obtain superpowers with her help by using her, but with the time I was together with her looking I felt bad about the lie, but as nothing had happened so far I kept it a secret and I don‘t remember, what happened afterward. The only thing I know, is that I was terrible towards her and anyone else.“

„What happened?“ Marina asked curious. „I kind of got lost,“

„After we awakened the demons we were cursed and we had 24 hours until the curse would take over us and we would become slaves of them. The worst part was, that Rollan…….I don‘t know what happened to him, he…….the fire-demon had somehow got Rollan on his side and he left me back in the middle of the lava in the tomb to go out destroy the kingdom and hurt everyone there,“

„Kill you mean,“ Rollan corrected quiet at listening to the story. „I almost committed genocide without even knowing I was doing that. I can‘t even imagine I was capable of doing so,“

„There must be a better explanation to that. I‘m certain, that the fire-demon somehow is able to brainwash you to have done that. Why else would you not have any memory from what happened?“

„I don‘t know, didn‘t Orm tell me you found me in the middle of the lava unconscious?“ Questioned Rollan.

„Maybe your memory got erased during the time the fire-demon was in your body or you had gotten it from the time you had passed out for the amount of time you were there at the lava. There are many theories, that could be right,“

„It could even be my fault and I just don‘t remember anything about it. What if I made a pact with the devil?“

„Rollan don‘t be stupid. I know this isn‘t true, even if it was, just leave it behind. You‘re doing better now,“ Gerda assured the raven-haired boy, which shrugged his shoulders, then the girlfriend patted him on the shoulder.

„And what has that have to do with the book now?“ Pastor asked. „Is all that you talked about written in it?“ Questioned the raven-haired boy, while Marina was processing what she had just head.

„Wait a minute…...didn‘t you say that your girlfriend Gerda is the Gerda, that defeated the Snow Queen or something?“ Marina asked making the couple nod. „And that book from the library isn‘t a myth, but truth and the one you‘re…..Enrico was looking for is the same?“

„Almost everything you read inside those books is what happened…..or at least the major points of the books are true. I‘m not sure about then one this Enrico had, but I assume it‘s the same,“

„Woah that‘s cool,“ Pastor commented seeing Rollan lie his arms on his lap to sink his head. „Well the thing of the stories being real, the part of you being brainwashed and all not,“

„You know it‘s hard for Rollan to believe he did that and having no memory of it, makes it just worse for him. I really understand this situation,“

„I‘m sorry I never told anyone of you about this. I was afraid of how you two would react or worse, if you two would find it out the other way around and wouldn‘t forgive me for why I didn‘t tell you it,“ The Spaniard apologized.

„Well at some point I understand, why you didn‘t say that,“ Marina mentioned. „I didn‘t believe you had a girlfriend after two weeks after meeting you,“

„Him having a girlfriend doesn‘t sound unrealistic, the rest of the story does if he would have told it all by himself,“ Pastor added earning a nod from Marina.

„That must be a lot to take it for now, right?“ Gerda asked as she placed her hand behind Rollan‘s back for comfort.

„It‘s fine I guess,“ Pastor replied shrugging his shoulders.

Behind Rollan, the door opened up and Leticia looked out to see Rollan‘s friends around, then smiled at seeing them all around.

„Hijo, I didn‘t know you were here“ Leticia commented, then she felt someone surpass by her side laughing and looked down to see Igor ran towards Gerda and Rollan.

„Gerda!“ The troll extolled getting onto the arms of the girl, which smiled and hugged him.

„Hey you shouldn‘t be here,“ Rollan warned watching Igor cuddle with the teenage girl.

„What is that?“ Marina asked perplexed with the look of the creature, then shrieked as two more of the creatures ran out of the house and jumped on Rollan‘s lap to get to Gerda, with the exception of Leonid, which was picked up by the Spaniard.

„Get in there, no one else should see you three,“ Rollan warned watching Gerda stand up, then Rollan accompanied her into the house along with his friends and Leticia looked around before closing the door.

„Is this another of those long stories?“ Pastor asked watching Leonid grab Rollan on his hair to play with.

„Those are baby trolls,“ Rollan commented. „Or well…..toddlers in some sort,“

„So…...this troll land place is actually a normal place, but with trolls like them?“ Questioned Marina earning a nod from Rollan.

„And these trolls aren‘t any trolls, they‘re Princes,“ Gerda mentioned. „My troll-friend Orm was taking care of them, while the parents were busy and they somehow went as blind passengers on Rollan‘s ride here up to Spain,“ Gerda explained. „In a few days, we will bring them back home before something happens to them,“

„My mother and I took care of them this entire time until Gerda and the rest of the team came. At some aspects I really enjoyed having them here with me,“ Rollan confessed patting Leonid on his head, which chuckled and nudged him on his cheek making the others smile enchanted by the cub‘s deed.

„Leonid is most likely going to miss you a lot, Rollan,“ Gerda mentioned, then Igor grabbed Rollan on his shoulder and Gerda helped the cub up on Rollan‘s arms, which now both were occupied by the cubs.

„Gees how can you handle three babies at once?“ Pastor asked surprised making Rollan shrug his shoulders.

„They‘re so far not as hard to deal with at the moment,“ Rollan responded.

„Are you planning on going somewhere, Hijo?“ Leticia asked looking at the son, which shook his head.

„Nope,“ Responded Rollan. „You need to go to the bank?“ Rollan asked putting his hand in his pocket to get out the money he received. „I‘m not sure about if you arranged something for us to eat yet, but if not you can also take some from here,“

„I saved aside for food, don‘t worry mi hijo. Tomorrow I‘ll be out as well to work at the fish market and I may bring home a fish or two for dinner,“ Leticia offered earning a nod from Rollan.

„But use my whole money to pay the debts. The faster we do that the fewer debts we get at the end of the month,“ Rollan warned earning a nod from the woman.

„I‘ll be back in a hour. Make yourself home,“ Leticia asked getting out of the house, then Marina sank her head down at knowing about the debts of the family.

„Do you need more money to help you out?“ Asked Marina making Rollan shake his head.

„No, no you two need it for your own family. We‘re fine at the moment,“ Rollan explained earning a nod from the girl, then Pastor had an idea.

„Hey my mom works as well at the fish market. What do you say, if I buy a few fishes at the market?“ Pastor offered. „I get it cheaper as my mom works there full-time. Let‘s all have dinner together. Interested?“

„I would like that,“ Marina responded.

„I haven‘t eaten for so long in family…..except well my mom was always here and the triplets, but I wouldn‘t mind doing it,“ Rollan responded. „You‘re staying as well, Gerda?“ Rollan questioned the blonde, which shrugged her shoulders.

„I‘m not sure if the invitation also is referred to me,“ Gerda answered making Pastor chuckle.

„You‘re Rollan‘s girl, of course you‘re staying with us. It‘s his house at the end of the day….his mom‘s I mean,“ Pastor corrected earning a nod from the blonde.

„Well, then you can count on me,“ Gerda announced making Rollan smiled amused to know the girlfriend would stay with him for dinner.

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Summer of '89 Chap. 1 (Trixya) - Tyler

a/n: Heyooo. This is a crossover with Firewatch, with eventual Trixya. You shouldn’t have to be familiar with the video game to understand this fic, but feel free to look it up. (it’s worth it)

This is pretty much just a rewrite of the game as of right now, but I promise once we get things going it’ll branch out into it’s own thing. Hope you guys enjoy this as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it so far.

Hit me up on @aaagays if you wanna talk about it.

Flashbacks are in italics. (there’s a lot of them, it was weird to write it like this but i hope it’s still understandable. if it isn’t, let me know!)

1975. Brian sees Violet from across the bar. She’s around his age, late twenties. She’s laughing with well-dressed professors and grad students from nearby CU Boulder. Brian was out drinking with his friends, but decides to ditch the three men to approach the stranger. The man was drunk, to say the least, a goofy grin set on his lips. “You… You’re pretty.” Violet looks up at him, a small smile toying at the corners of her lips.

“You’re pretty,” Violet responds, coolly. To be honest, Brian wasn’t pretty. No, he was the picture of a future hangover. It didn’t matter what the truth was.

“What,” Brian says, brow furrowed in confusion. Violet chuckles at the man, smiling.

“Someone should buy you a cheeseburger,” she says. She flags down a waiter, orders Brian a cheeseburger and Brian doesn’t even bother to tell Violet he doesn’t like onions. He eats it happily, only wincing once at the harsh taste of the onions piled on top of the melted cheese.

Talking to Violet seems to come natural to the man who’s used to isolating himself, it feels different but it feels good.

A week later, Brian becomes Violet’s boyfriend.

Brian taps his foot as the elevator dings. He grabs his backpack, swinging it over his shoulders for the brief walk to his truck. After tossing the bag inside the back, he climbs inside the old pickup. Settling into the driver’s seat, the man smiles to himself as he starts the engine. A country song fills the truck, static over the words but Brian feels it somehow.

They date for over a year. Violet drives Brian absolutely nuts, but Brian loves it. They move in together, an apartment near the school with a view of the mountains. They drink beer together out on their deck, hands clasped between foldout chairs and content smiles on their faces.

Brian drinks beer just about anywhere and life is good.

After a while, Violet wants to get a dog. Brian is hesitant but agrees, he knows it’ll make her happy. They adopt a German Shepherd and name him Mayhem. He’s an excellent dog. Mayhem loves wrestling with Brian in the park and goes with Violet on her runs.

He’s a friend, child, and pet all rolled into one.

1979. Violet and Brian are sitting on the deck, hands still tightly clasped between two foldout chairs as they sip on cold beers. It’s summer and they feel like the heat is never ending. They sit in pleasant silence, until Violet speaks up.

“What do you think about kids?” She asks.

Brian looks up at her. “Kids…? They’re not very smart. Or good at much.”

“I’m saying if you and I have some. A couple little idiots.”

“One day. Why rush?” Violet looks away, out towards the mountains. “We have plenty of time, Vi.” He grazes his thumb over the back of her hand, an attempt to reassure her.

Violet pulls her hand away. “Speak for yourself.”

“Don’t worry,” he says softly. Brian looks up at the moonlit sky, sighing. “Vi, I-I  really don’t know why you’re worried. You have the body of an undergrad, sweetie."

"My ovaries didn’t get the memo,” she says, laughing it off. Brian suddenly feels guilty.

“One day, Vi.”

Six months later, they get engaged lying in bed on a warm Sunday morning.

He climbs out of his truck, slamming his door shut and grabbing his backpack. Brian takes a deep breath, a content smile curling the corners of his lips as he walks toward the open gate. Brian makes his way down the path, smiling at the sounds of nature. It feels like home. There’s something comforting about the sound of a creek, along with the chirping of the birds high in the trees.

1980. One Thursday night, Violet is for hours late. She doesn’t call to let Brian know she’d be home late. Brian is getting worried and getting angrier by the minute, but heads to bed anyway.

Violet walks in after he’s settled in bed and Brian can tell she’s been drinking. He huffs as she climbs into bed, placing a sloppy kiss to his cheek and then turning to face the wall. Brian’s had it, he calls her an inconsiderate asshole. She tells him to fuck himself and to not be such a baby.

Brian calls her selfish. Violet knows he means it and it hurts, more than the other comments did.

They fight it out and eventually go to bed happy. At 4am.

1981. Violet likes to draw. She draws plants from research, all the places they go. She draws Brian. He giggles like a girl and frolics like a Victoria’s Secret model, which gets a laugh here and there from his fiancée.

Turns out, Violet was right: Brian is very pretty.

Brian hums to himself as he walks through the woods, sweat trickling down his forehead as the harsh rays of the sun make contact with his skin. He climbs over a log in his path, panting as he takes a moment to collect himself. Brian looks at the mountains, squinting through the sunshine to make out the trees. It’s a gorgeous view.

1982. During the summers, Brian and Violet enjoy taking Mayhem for walks at night. One week, there’s a festival in town. It brings folks from far away places, including a few who weren’t all that pleasant.

One of them tries to mug them with a knife. Mayhem runs away, leaving Brian and Violet alone. Unprotected.

“May-mi-moo-fuck-d…d…dog!” Violet calls. She gets flustered and has trouble speaking when she’s stressed. Brian takes a deep breath, jaw clenching as he approaches the attacker. He could beat the guy’s face in if he wanted, but he knows it would upset Violet.

Instead of physically attacking him, Brian simply reaches into his pocket as if he has a gun and threatens to kill him. Fear flashes in the stranger’s eyes, along with Violet’s. He takes off in the other direction, but Brian doesn’t move until he’s out of sight.

After finding Mayhem, the couple goes home to relax.

They take a different path from that day on, by the river.

1984. Plans to have kids get waylaid by work. Violet gets offered a job at Yale, which is two thousand miles away. It’s a great job: associate department chair. She wants to move. Brian does not.

Brian can tell she wants the job more than anything, so he agrees to let her move if she visits. Violet agrees, even though it’ll be hard. She flies back to Boulder three times each semester.

1985. Violet is sent home from Yale on paid leave after having “an episode.” She lost it at a colleague for borrowing books that were important to her research. She didn’t remember she had happily loaned them to him just two days prior. Violet was found crying in a stairwell.

Brian suggests that maybe they should talk to someone about it. Violet is hesitant, but agrees. After seeing multiple doctors and having many tests, they’re worried Violet might be suffering from early onset dementia.

She’s only forty-one.

They decide to keep it a secret for now.

Brian leans forward on the foldout chair, gaze trained on the leather journal on the tree stump in front of him. He grabs it, flipping the snap lock off of it and flipping through it. Violet’s sketches adorned the white pages. A small, fond smile is painted on his pink lips as he comes across the nude drawing of him in a ‘sexy’ pose. The page is littered with hearts, and the word pretty above it. Brian grazes his thumb over his wife’s handwriting.

Mayhem is getting older. He’s got silver hair running down his back and slows down at night. Brian and Violet bring him to the bar to see their friends and it feels like nothing has changed, even if it has. Mayhem is gentler than he was before, nuzzling up against hands and legs the whole time.

Violet goes back to the university.

1987. Violet’s affliction gets worse. She can’t remember things in class. Her research is in shambles. She drives her car to the next town over, for no particular reason, and has to be brought home by the police. Violet is devastated, to say the least. She’s sent home on permanent medical leave. Brian welcomes her with a hug and a cold beer.

Some days Brian gets the Violet who calls him a dope and his unborn children little idiots, the Violet he loves. Other days, he gets a stranger.

One night, she pulls him into the bed to make love and within five minutes, she’s in a panic thinking her dad is at the door. Brian decides to tell her family. They’re crushed and begin to make trips to and from their home in Atlanta to visit her.

For a while, their friends come by with little things to brighten the day. There’s nothing that can distract Brian from the fact his wife is getting worse though, so the visits decline and soon the only people Violet consistently interact with are Brian and her family.

1988. Brian spends his days following Violet around the house and counting the seconds between the two weekly visits from Kurtis, the nurse. He suggests that Violet could live somewhere else with 24-hour care. A home. Brian thinks about it for a few months, but eventually decides that it’d be best to take care of Violet himself.

Kurtis doesn’t exactly approve of his decision.

Brian is tired. He’s been hiking for an entire day, he isn’t even close to the lookout tower. Brian is about to reach up to readjust his cap when his gaze falls on an Elk. The creature is eating and as much as Brian wishes to not disturb it, he’s way too tired to wait for it to finish. He steps toward it, watching as it’s head jerks up before he bounds away. Brian can’t help but chuckle as the animal leaps off of the hill.

It is impossibly hard. The worst is when he gets mad at Violet for trying to cook her own food. Brian is constantly worried that she’s going to get hurt, he really wishes he would’ve taken her to a facility.

When she goes to sleep Brian stays up for a few hours, drinking on the deck. Watching baseball in the summer, college football in the winter. Drinking then too. Eventually, he starts going out after she goes to sleep. The first time Brian does it he worries about Violet getting up and walking around while he’s gone, so he puts a chair in front of their bedroom door.

Not exactly the best solution, but it’s what puts his mind at ease.

Brian goes to the same bar at the end of Pearl St. It’s nice there. Over time, he tells Derrick, the bartender, everything. It feels good to talk about it to someone. He’s home and in bed by 1am a couple nights a week. Brian looks forward to those nights.

1989. One night, Brian is stopped at a DUI checkpoint. He blows a .10 and is taken to jail for the night. Brian considers trying to hide it, but he tells his sister-in-law. Violet’s parents take the next plane from Atlanta, they can’t believe the state their house is in. They tell Brian that Violet is coming to live with them. He doesn’t argue, says he’ll visit soon. He doesn’t.

A few weeks go by. Summer is coming and Brian sees an ad in the paper for a job as fire lookout. He takes it.

Brian pushes past a tree, smiling in victory as the lookout tower comes into view. “Finally,” He mumbles to himself. Approaching the stairs, he makes his way up them and takes a few minutes to observe his surroundings. Brian can make out another lookout tower in the distance, he assumes it belongs to his supervisor.

He enters the building and looks around for a moment. It’s dark, save for the blinking red light of the generator switch. He figures he should probably turn it on, save his eyes from straining to see. Brian pushes the button, watching as the ceiling light comes to life. He begins looking around, examining the books tucked neatly into a shelf.

The silence is broken by his walkie-talkie.

“Hello, Two Forks Tower!"

Brian jumps, startled. He reaches for the radio, pulling it up and pressing the talk button. "Um, hello? Whoever this is?”

“It’s Brian, right?"

"Yeah.”

“I’m Trixie.”

“Yeah, that’s what the guy said on the phone.” Brian looks around the room before starting to unpack his things.

A few seconds pass before Trixie speaks again. “So, what’s wrong with you?” Brian raises an eyebrow, slightly offended.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, cowboy, people take this job to get away from somethin’. So what’s wrong?” Trixie asks, sounding a bit playful but Brian doesn’t exactly want to respond with one of his borderline offensive jokes if she was being serious.

So, instead he replies with the only other thing he can think of. “What’s wrong with you?”

Trixie laughs. “That’s a great idea! Go ahead,”

“Look, I just hiked for two days so I don’t really follow whatever it is you’re doing right now.” Brian can almost hear Trixie roll her eyes.

“You take a stab at what’s wrong with me,” she says.

“Fine, then can I sleep…? Forever?” Trixie laughs, but it’s closer to a scream than anything this time. Brian smiles. He gets up, walking outside to look around now that he had everything settled.

“Sure, cowboy. Now, go ahead.” Brian doesn’t respond, too tired to come up with something. “You’re just going to wait me out on this?! Fine. But I’m gonna take a second here and have a guess about you,” she pauses. “I don’t know anything about you, other than you’re white and you have a hat on.”

“What? How do you know that?"

"I can see you from my tower, dummy.” Trixie giggles. “Anyways, I say you got fired from your job and have finally decided to write your novel. Yeah. That’s the sort of bullshit reason you’ll find a man out in the woods."

"What if I just enjoy the wilderness?”

“Who the fuck enjoys the wilderness?” Trixie responds, making Brian chuckle.

“You have a point."

"I know I do.”

“Goodnight, Trixie.”

“Welcome to the job.”

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