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greynatomy · 3 months ago

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maybe this time

alessia russo x reader

i haven’t written in a few weeks, but i couldn’t get this song/idea out of my head

inspired by : maybe this time - sarah geronimo

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Running out the door, paper in hand, she made her way to another house, obnoxiously knocking on the door. Getting impatient, she knocks a bit louder, the door opening seconds later.

“Hi! Bye!” She greets the woman, running past her and up the stairs, barging into a room like she owned it.

“Woah, Alessia! You can’t just come in without knocking! What if I was naked?”

“Oh, please. You’re acting like it’s something I haven’t seen before.”

Your mouth opens and closes, speechless. “That was because you barged into my room! Like right now!”

“Anyway, guess what I got?”

“What is it?”

“You’re looking at the Tar Heel’s newest football player!”

“Tar Heel? What’s that?” You’ve not heard of a team called the Tar Heels in your neighborhood.

“It’s the school I applied for in the states and got a full scholarship!”

“The states?”

“Did I not tell you? I applied for a school in North Carolina and I got in! Isn’t that just amazing?”

“Oh. When do you leave?”

“In a month.”

A month.

The weeks leading up to Alessia leaving home went differently than what she thought it would be. Normally being attached to one another, you were distant and she didn’t know why.

Sitting at the table, eating dinner with her parents, her mum speaks up.

“Are you sure you want to go all the way to North Carolina honey?”

“Yeah, why?”

“What about Y/N?”

Her eyebrows furrow. “What about her?”

“How did she take the news?”

“Pretty well I’d say.”

“Really?”

“Why?”

“Just wondering cause you’ve both been talking about going to Uni together, living on your own together, but now she’s staying here and you’re going away.”

Alessia didn’t say a word the rest of the dinner, her mind occupied on thoughts about you.

‘Was that why you’ve been distant?’ She thought.

A week before she had to leave, you’re stood outside her house and knocked on the door. After a few seconds, the door opens, revealing Alessia.

“Hi.”

She looked shocked to see you. “Hello. What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to know if you want to go on a walk with me?” Nodding, she puts her shoes on and follows you out. “I wanted to apologize. I haven’t been fair and started ignoring you. I just didn’t know what to think.”

“I should apologize too. I should’ve told you I was applying for schools out of the country.”

You both make it to the park, sitting on a bench facing the playground.

“Yeah. I don’t know when you decided on that because all our lives we’ve talked about going to University together, living together and all that stuff, but if you think it’s the right decision for you then I am okay with it.”

“I know it’s the right decision for me and I am sorry for leaving you here.”

“Just don’t forget about me when you’re all famous.” You nudge your shoulder into her’s. “I’ll text you everyday.”

“And I will do the same.”

You were back to being inseparable the whole week. Making up for lost times and the times you won’t have for a while in the future.

The week goes by fast. Here you are, standing at the airport, by her gate, watching Alessia embrace her family goodbye. Letting go of her dad, she turns to face you.

Her best friend. Her almost something.

She approached you, dragging her suitcases behind her, eyes locked on yours with a mix of sadness and something else you couldn’t quite name.

“So,” she started, her voice soft, “this is it.”

You swallowed hard. “Yeah,” you managed to say, throat tight. “I guess it is.”

For a moment, you both just stood there, silence heavy between you, filled with the unspoken words, the missed opportunities, the what-ifs. You reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, your touch lingering more than it should.

“I’m going to miss you,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Alessia tried to smile, but it wavered, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “I’ll miss you too,” she replied, and it was the understatement of the century. She would miss everything about you—your laugh, the way you always knew how to make her smile, the way you looked at her when you thought she wasn’t paying attention. She was.

Alessia took a deep breath, as if steeling herself. “Y/N, I—” she started, but the announcement for her flight cut her off. You both jumped slightly, reality crashing down around you.

You let out a shaky laugh. “Timing, huh?”

Alessia nodded, biting her lip. “Always perfect.”

You pulled her into a tight hug, arms wrapping around her like they never wanted to let go. She buried her face in your chest, breathing the familiar scent of you, trying to memorize it, to hold onto it.

“Keep in touch?” you murmured into her hair, still holding her close.

“Of course,” she said, voice muffled into your jacket. “But it won’t be the same.”

“No,” you agreed, pulling back slightly to look at her. “It won’t.”

You stood there for a moment, faces inches apart, the world around them blurring into nothingness. Your gaze dropped to her lips, and for a second, she thought—hoped—you might close the distance.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead, a gentle, lingering touch that said all the things you couldn’t.

“I’ll see you soon,” you said, though they both knew that “soon” was an unknown promise.

Alessia nodded, blinking back tears as you pulled away completely. You watched as she turned and headed toward the gate, every step taking her further from you. You wanted to call out to her, to ask her to stay, to tell her how you really felt—but the words lodged in your throat, too heavy to speak.

And then, just before she disappeared through the gate, she turned around one last time. Their eyes met across the distance, and in that moment, Alessia knew that things would never be the same.

But at least, she thought as you gave her a small, sad smile, they had this. This moment. This goodbye.

And maybe, just maybe, it was enough.

As Alessia boarded his plane, you stood there, rooted to the spot, watching until the plane disappeared into the clouds. you finally let the tears fall, feeling the weight of everything you hadn’t said.

Maybe someday, you’d find the courage to tell her. But for now, you whispered your feelings into the empty space where she used to be, hoping that somehow, she could still hear them.

“I love you, Alessia. I always have.”

But the words came too late, carried away by the winds of time and distance.

And as you walked away from the gate, you felt the emptiness left behind by the goodbye that wasn’t quite enough, and the love that was never quite spoken.

You felt a presence behind you, a hind coming to rest on the back of your neck, gripping tightly.

“You’ll see her again soon,” it was Alessia’s dad making a promise you didn’t want to hear. “This isn’t goodbye.

Holding back tears, he pulled you close, walking back to the car park, trying to forget the words that went unspoken.

—

Practice just ended and Alessia was sitting on the grass with Lotte and Emily taking her boots off.

“Have you’ve read the news lately?” Lotte asked the two.

“No, why? What’s happening?”

“There’s this virus going around and we might have to go on lockdown.”

“What about football? Are we still able to play if we do go into lockdown?”

“That’s also unknown. Everything is crazy right now.”

Not even a few days later they get an email from the athletics department stating a cancellation of the sports currently in season, which unfortunately for Alessia, was her sport.

Thankfully she had a backup plan just in case.

Grabbing her phone, she dials a number, waiting for the person on the other side to pickup.

“Mum,” she started, packing the last of her clothes in her suitcase, “I’m coming home.”

—

Alessia Russo stepped off the plane, her heart racing with a mixt of excitement and nerves. It had been three years since she’d left home for her scholarship in North Carolina. Three years since she had seen her family, her friends, and the person she thought about almost every day since she left.

The familiar chill of the English air greeted her as she exited airport. Her brother was waiting at the gate, waving enthusiastically. She hugged him tightly, comforted by his familiar scents and warmth. It felt good to be home.

The drive to her childhood home was filled with chatter about her time in America, her football team’s victories, and the memories they had missed sharing. But even as Alessia laughed and talked, her thoughts kept drifting to one person—Y/N.

You’ve had been her best friend, her confidant, and her first love. You both had spent countless hours together before she left, and parting had been harder than anything she had ever done. She had promised to keep in touch, and they did for a while. But life had a way of pulling them in different directions. Football was taking up all her time, throw in a few of her classes, she felt like she didn’t have time for anything. She didn’t mean to do it on purpose, as time went on, the calls became less frequent, the messages shorter, until one day, they simply stopped.

Alessia’s parents had thrown a welcome home dinner for her, and she was eager to see everyone again, but mostly she was eager to see you. She had imagined what it would be like a thousand times—how you would look, what she would say to you. She wondered if you had missed her as much as she had missed you.

The dinner was in full swing by the time they arrived. The house was filled with the laughter of her parents, aunts and uncles, the clinking of glasses, and the scent of home-cooked food. Alessia was enveloped in hugs and well-wishes, but as she scanned the room, she realized that you wasn’t there.

“Have you seen Y/N?” she asked her mum.

She exchanged a quick glance around before looking away, something unspoken passing between them. “I… I haven’t seen her in a while, Less.”

Alessia’s heart sank, a sinking feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. “Oh, okay. Maybe she’ll come by later,” she said, trying to sound hopeful.

As the night went on, Alessia tried to enjoy herself, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Her parents eventually pulled her aside into the quiet of the living room.

“Alessia,” her mother began, her voice soft, “there’s something we need to tell you.”

Her father cleared his throat, his expression solemn. “Y/N isn’t coming tonight, love.”

“Why not?” Alessia asked, her voice trembling.

“They… they enlisted in the navy a year ago,” her mother explained, her eyes filled with concern. “She’s deployed now.”

Alessia felt like the ground had shifted beneath her. You had enlisted? The Y/N who hated violence, who always dreamed of traveling the world, who said they wanted to make a difference in a different way? It didn’t make sense.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“We didn’t want to worry you while you were so far away,” her father said gently. “And Y/N didn’t want to burden you with it. They wanted you to focus on football and your future.”

Tears welled up in Alessia’s eyes. She had come back expecting to pick up where they left off, but now… now everything had changed.

“Do you know where they are?” she asked, her voice breaking.

Her parents exchanged a glance. “We don’t know the exact details, but they’re safe. They’re doing important work.”

Alessia nodded, though her heart was breaking. She had imagined so many different scenarios for this moment, but this… this wasn’t one of them.

She excused herself from the room, retreating to her old bedroom. Everything was just as she had left it, but it didn’t feel the same. She sat on the edge of her bed, looking out the window at the darkened sky. Somewhere, you were out there, and she couldn’t reach you.

She pulled out her phone and scrolled through their old messages, the ones she hadn’t been able to delete. A tear slipped down her cheek as she re-read your last text from months ago: “Take care, Lessi. I’ll always be with you, no matter where life takes us.”

She didn’t get to reply back, not even noticing that you’d texted her and that being the last text you had sent. In a way, it was you saying goodbye, not knowing how long you’d be gone for.

Alessia held the phone to her chest, closing her eyes. She didnt regret many things, but pulling away from you was her biggest regret, wishing she could turn back time and not let things get in the way, no matter how important it was because to her, you were most important.

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Alessia went to play for Manchester United with little to no crowds, but she loved it. She knew she made the right decision for her career coming back home early, but there was always a you sized hole in her heart.

These are milestones she wished that you were here for, but she can only blame herself for it.

A few years playing in Manchester, Alessia got an opportunity she couldn’t turn down and here she was in London, having unpacked her things from the countless boxes littered throughout the apartment.

Needing a break from all the unpacking, Alessia decided to take a walk through her neighborhood, through London to familiarize herself to her home the next couple of years. The sun was setting, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. This has always been her favorite time of the day, but it somehow felt bittersweet. There was something in the air— a nostalgic feeling that tugged at her heart in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

She walked by countless people, not giving them any mind. It was crowded, people bumping into her left and right until one person’s scent filled the air around her.

It smelled like home.

Quickly turning around, Alessia tries to find that familiarity, lightly pushing people away who blocked her path. She was lost, head swiveling around, hoping to find -what- who she needed, when she lays her eyes on the bridge.

A loner figure leaning against it, staring out, back to Alessia. It was you. Still dressed in uniform, clean and crisp, contrasting the setting sun. Your once long hair was now cut short, looking more mature, more grounded. But even from behind, Alessia would recognize you anywhere. The way you held yourself with quiet confidence—it was unmistakable.

For a moment, Alessia felt like she was eighteen again, in the airport, walking away from you, unknowingly being the last time she’d ever see you, ‘til right now. She remembered the way her heart ached, the way she held her tears from falling down her face, wishing she would’ve turned back around and ran into your arms, and say that she wasn’t leaving after all.

But Alessia didn’t turn back. She kept walking, disappearing into the unknown future that didn’t include you.

Alessia’s feet moved on their own, carrying her closer to you, until she was just a few steps away. Her heart pounded in her chest, anxiety and anticipation radiated off her body. It’s been so long. Would you even recognize her? Would you care?

“Y/N?” She called out. Her voice was soft, almost drowned out by the noise of the city, but you heard it. She saw you body stiffen, almost scared to turn around, but you did, as if not daring to believe your ears.

When your eyes met, it was like time stood still. Your face was a mix of surprise and something else—something deeper, more vulnerable. Alessia felt a lump form in her throat, feeling a bit overwhelmed with emotions.

“Alessia,” You said, voice barely above a whisper. You blinked, as if you’re trying to figure out of your eyes were playing tricks on you. “It’s-it’s you.”

“Yeah. It’s me. And it’s you.”

You took and step closer, your gaze sweeping over Alessia’s face, taking in every detail as if you were trying to make up for the years you had lost. “You look… you look good,” you stated, a soft smile tugging at your lips. It was the same smile that made Alessia’s heart skip a beat, and she felt it happen again now, after all this time.

“So do you,” Alessia replied, voice trembling slightly. “You look… different. Older. But still you.”

You chuckled. There goes Alessia’s heart again.

“I guess the navy will do that to you. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” she agreed. “Way too long.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the silence filled with all the words that were left unsaid over the years. You wanted to say so much, to ask why she stoped replying to your messages, declining all your calls, but most importantly, to say that you missed her. But the words were stuck in your throat, too heavy to push past.

Alessia seemed to sense this, because she took another step forward, closing the distance in between. “Y/N,” she said softly, yourself melting from the way she said your name. “I-I never meant to disappear like that. I thought about you all the time, but… I was scared.”

“Scared of what?” You asked, voice cracking as you were finally able to ask the question that haunted you for so long.

“Of what I felt. So I distracted myself with more work, more football to block everything out,” Alessia admitted, not being able to look you in the eyes. “That you’d forgotten about me. I thought… maybe if I pulled away first, it would be easier to face you when I’d find out that you had moved on.”

Alessia felt a tear slip down her cheek, quickly wiping it away, but not before you noticed. Your expression softened, and you reached out, hesitating for a moment before gently brushing the back of your fingers against Alessia’s cheek. She melted at you touch.

“I never forgot you,” You said, voice choked with emotion. “How could I?”

“I’m so sorry. It wasn’t fair of me to-to ignore you. I should’ve communicated better. I should’ve been braver. I…I—”

“—Hey, hey.” You interrupted her rambling:

“I was a coward.”

“No!” You gently, but firmly, grabbed her face with both your hands, pulling her close and forcing her to look into your eyes. “You are not a coward,” Your voice soft. “You were just afraid and that’s okay.”

“But I lost you even when I was trying to prevent that from ever happening.”

“Who said you lost me? Cause you haven’t.”

“You joined the navy when you had never mentioned being interested it it at all!”

“That’s not on you. That was all me. No matter how pathetic it sounds, I couldn’t go through with going to Uni without you when it was our-my dream to experience it with you.”

“I’m still sorry.”

“And I forgive you even if you have nothing to apologize for. I mean look at you now,” You step back, gesturing your hands as if to present her, “Alessia Russo, European champion and back heel queen.”

“Stop it.” Alessia covers her face, not wanting you to see it reddening.

You hold your hand out towards her, hoping she gets the hint. Fortunately for you, she does. holding her hand, you lead her away from the bridge.

“You know,” you started, leading her to a nice path with less people, “you didn’t leave me behind, no matter what you think. You were always with me, in here.” You placed your free hand over your heart, your gaze locked with Alessia’s.

Alessia looked at you for a moment, as if she was searching something in your eyes. And then, slowly, she leaned in, pressing her forehead against yours. “Maybe this time… maybe we can finally get it right.”

You felt a warmth spread throughout your body at her words. “No more beating around the bush?”

“No,” Alessia answered, voice soft. She closed her eyes when she saw your face leaning more towards her’s. “I don’t want to let you go, not when we’ve been given a second chance.”

You felt your heart swell with hope, nodding, her smile widens. “Then let’s give this a go. Let’s see where this takes us.”

You led her away again, talking as you walked, catching up on everything that you missed in each other’s lives. You told her about your time in the navy, the places you had seen, the people you had met. And Alessia shared her own stories, how America was, her football career, the friends she made.

All the walking and talking, Alessia hadn’t noticed that she led you all the way to her apartment.

“Oh,” Alessia’s lips turned to a frown, realizing her time with you has come to and end. “I guess this is me.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for tonight,” Alessia said softly, voice tinged with a bittersweet note that tugged at your heart. Her blue eyes met your brown ones, and for a moment, it felt like you were kids again, sneaking out late at night to watch the stars .

“Yeah, it was… amazing,” You replied, shoving your hands in your pocket. You didn’t want to leave.

Alessia turns to look at you, her face turning serious. “I know we can’t just pick up where we left off,” she said, her voice gentle. “But I want you to try. I want to be in your life’s If you’ll have me.”

“Of course I’ll have you. I want that too and everything more. I am yours Alessia. I always have been.” Silence filled the air around you, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It was a silence filled with comfort.

“It’s late,” Lesia broke the silence, hands fiddling with her keys. “You should probably go.”

“I should,” You replied, but instead of leaving, you stepped closer to her, leaving no space in between.

The air between the both of you changed, and before she could think, before any doubt creeps in her head, you leaned in. Your lips hovered just above hers, giving her a chance to pull away. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

You closed the gap, a gasp makes its way out of her mouth. Her arms make their way around your neck, pulling you closer. This first kiss tentative, almost fragile, as if afraid that one wrong move would break the moment. The kiss was deepened, pouring every missed opportunity, every hidden feeling into it.

When you finally broke apart, breathless and hearts racing, you rested your foreheads together, the weight of your shared history and newfound hope settling around them.

“We should’ve done that ages ago,” Alessia said with a laugh.

“Yeah,” you agreed, thumbs brushing across her cheeks. “But I think now was the right time.”

Alessia bit her bottom lip, hesitant to say what she wants to say. “Do you… do you want to come in?”

You didn’t have to think twice. “Yeah,” you said, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “I’d like that.”

Walking through the threshold felt like the start of their new lives. Two old friends who met again after years, wearing older faces, finding the love they had from years ago.

And for the first time in a long time, Alessia felt like maybe, just maybe, everything was falling into place.

#woso #woso x reader #greynatomy #woso imagines #woso imagine #woso community #arsenal women x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader

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anexperimentallife · 1 year ago

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Are You There? Are You Safe? Is The Flock Safe?

(I'm posting the full text of some stories I've sold, but for which the rights have reverted to me. This is the second story I ever sold--an 800 word flash piece I wrote for Daily Science Fiction--and they bought it just in time for me to buy a needed prescription. It's not my usual style, but I'm proud of it, especially since none other than Cat Rambo said it made her cry.)

Even this close to the desert, the sun finds enough cloud on which to paint its retirement colors. Turner Bray sits beside an almost-dry stream under a Joshua tree while the oranges and yellows and reds and pinks fade into one another, and listens to the birds.

They are not Original birds, of course; the stores of avian DNA were among the many things damaged on the voyage here, centuries ago. They might look like Original birds, and hatch from eggs like Original birds, but they are partly carbon filament and nanotubes, and they grow tiny processors in their brains to guide them--with varying degrees of success--toward Original bird behavior.

This flock--Turner's flock--comprises both parakeets and cockatiels, as well as a mated pair of African Grays and an elderly Amazonian Parrot. Original Birds did not mix like this in the wild, and that is part of why Turner is here; to learn more about how these birds differ in behavior from Originals so that new designs can take into account the failures of the past.

As the light fades, the birds start up the evening chatter that binds them as a flock in much the same way it must have for Original birds. They speak in chirrups and sweels and little squawks that ask, "Are you there? Are you safe? Is The Flock safe?" And they answer each other, "I am here. I am safe. The Flock is safe."

To pass the days and weeks, Turner teaches himself to imitate the bird calls, becoming fluent enough to engage in their daily reassurances. Sometimes he spreads crumbled rations on the ground and calls out in their language, "Food! Food! There is food here!" After a while, most will eat tidbits directly from his hand, and after a longer while they seem to accept as one of them this wingless giant who speaks the language of the flock.

The birds have names for each other. They give Turner a name, as well--a simple, trailing squawk--and even contact-call to him when he moves out of sight. "Where are you? We can't see you! Are you safe?"

On the day of the snake attack, Turner is recording. Although he should simply observe, his first reaction is to raise the alarm. "Snake! Snake! Protect the chicks!" The snake is menacing the Grays' nest, but it is a little cockatiel--his real name is a lilting whistle, but Turner has dubbed him Geronimo for his bravery--who throws himself at the snake's eyes, protecting the chicks for the scant second it takes the rest of the flock to descend in a fury of beaks and claws and battering wings.

When the battle is done, Geronimo lays on his side on the ground flapping one wing and peeping feebly. The lump in Turner's throat surprises him, but more so the reaction of the flock. Original birds would have left Geronimo to die or--depending on the species--finished him off. But these birds form a protective circle around their fallen hero, and several of the smaller ones line up to press their beaks to Geronimo's to feed him the snake meat they've consumed.

They are not just different from Original birds, Turner thinks, but--as blasphemous as the idea may be in a world where terraforming has become a religion--better than Original birds. Yet, because they are not enough like Original birds, they will be phased out and replaced over the next five years.

For the first time since he was a small child, Turner weeps openly.

Years pass. Turner is an old man, now; too old for field research, many say, but he manages to acquire a grant, even so. His new study will take him to the edge of a different desert, far from the intentionally terraformed parts of the world, but to a place where Terran life has, nonetheless, taken hold. Most importantly, it will take him far away from the "civilization" he no longer wants to be a part of. The one that saw fit to destroy something beautiful simply because it was not what they had imagined it should be.

After setting up camp, he wheels the heavy cryogenic sample cases out of the back of his vehicle. Most biologists carry empty cases to the field and return with full ones, but Turner is doing the opposite. By the time anyone discovers what he has stolen it will be too late.

The first chicks hatch after a couple of weeks, and Turner speaks to them in the language of birds. "We are here. We are safe. The Flock is safe."

(Also, my health is failing, and I need to get back to the US where I can use my medical benefits if I'm going to live to see my daughter grow up. If you'd like to help, please see this post.)

#rob writes #writing #my writing #daily science fiction #science fiction

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aftgficrec · 1 year ago

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Bonus: fics with background twinyards bonding for those who just want more

Here are some fics where the twins’ relationship is not the main focus, but it still stood out to us. This is a follow up to this ask. -A

if you're hungry for more twinyards, please enjoy:

‘Longing Distance', ‘If Only I Were Enough’ (complete),‘Unlucky Lies’ and ‘If You Knew What I Know’ here

‘Perennial’ and ‘If Neil, Then Fox’ here

‘To Love and Be Loved’, 'Trying My Best' and ‘Same old fresh air’ here

‘a heart that's full up like landfill’ (updated) here

‘if you really love nothing’, ‘over/under’ and ‘Bittersweet’ here

‘Travelers’ series here (updated)

‘it's always been you.’ here

‘Scribbles and Sticky Notes’ and ‘Inked Petals’ (completed) here

‘Flavors of Fall,’ ‘Where The Wild Things Are,’ ‘quicksand,’ ‘just a footnote,’ and ‘The Shore We'd Come To Find’ here

‘Paint me a picture of you’ and ‘I Never Said I Loved You’ here

‘The Suit Universe’ part 8 here

‘The Game is True Columbia’ and ‘In Reel and Rout’ here

‘You Know I Never Forgot’ here

‘Twilight and Daytime,’ ‘More Than Words,’ ‘the kevaaron high school au…,’ and ‘the second time around’ here

‘Maybe It Was The Zombies’ series here

‘In Your Hands (you hold my life and my heart)’ here (completed)

‘Picture Perfect’ and ‘The one with Kevaaron’ here

‘in a manner of speaking’ here

‘North Star’ and ‘I See The Way You Look At Him’ here

‘Married to the Game’ here

‘Cabin Fever’ here

‘Life's a Beach’ here

‘The Morning AUs...Chapter 13: A Flashflood of Colour’ here, 'Chapter 24: Bloom and Wither' here

‘the optimal condition (for birds to take flight)’ here

‘Such Stuff as Dreams are Made’ here

‘Shark Bait’ here

and more

‘climb a mountain (hold his hand)’ here

‘No straighter path than to struggle’ here

‘Ten Percent’ here

‘in over my head’ here

‘stifle my choice and the air in my lungs’ here

‘heaven and hell (were words to me)’ here

‘N for nebulous’ here (completed)

‘Tart’ and ‘00:00 (Zero o'Clock)’ here

‘Forever Isn't Long Enough’ and ‘When It All Feels So Big’ here

‘Cryptid Serial Killer Witch Man’ here

‘I wish I would've laid my hands on you’ here

‘Andrew and The Phantoms’ here

‘Something Domestic; Ember, Moon, Love’ series: ‘Ember’ here, ‘Moon’ here

‘Sunflower, Vol. 6’ here

‘Behind the Pod’ series ‘Chapter 8: Chicago’ here

‘on the tip of my tongue (say something)’ series here

‘We Grow Apart, Up, Together and Again’ here

‘Heaven Can't Help Me Now’ and ‘The Risk of Failure Tastes Bitter’ (both completed), ‘coming loose,’ ‘The Reason,’ and ‘5 months, 9 hours, 42 seconds’ here

‘His Crew’ and ‘A Dad By Any Other Name’ here

‘What We Deserve,’ ‘It's going tibia okay,’ and ‘What the fuck happened to you?’ here

‘names’ here

‘Promises’ here

‘Neil Josten’s Vendetta’ here

‘"The thing about being protective”’ and ‘... the Andrew Minyard Defense Squad’ here

‘Stay’ here

‘Make This Leap (Geronimo)’ here

‘I'll be a Brand New Day’ (hostile twinyards) here

Art

POV it's 2006 and this is what The Foxes would wear art by @rainbowd00dles

the monsters shopping cart race art by @rainynovaside

the monsters art by @crypticfayble

Neil's plan B if therapy didn't work art by @verdiris

foxes team pic art by @markassus on instagram

baby monsters… art by @02511213942

Aaron and Andreil art by @/lis__photoart on instagram

#fic #aaron minyard & andrew minyard #theme: twinyards bonding

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littlefeather-wolf · 1 year ago

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THE CHIRICAHUA APACHE NANTAN, GOYATLE (GERONIMO) IN WAR CAP :

Bedonkohe ...

Geronimo was born in what is today Arizona in the upper Gila River country on June 16, 1829. His birth name was Goyahkla, or "one who yawns." He was part of the Bedonkohe subsection of the Chiricahua tribe of Apaches, a small but mighty group of around 8,000 people ...

Apache nantans led from the front, so he might just be checking up on the column behind him. Many Apaches think he caused unnecessary decimation of the Chiricahua people; that he remained in the field too long, causing avoidable deaths. This nantan was blinded by revenge on the Mexicans. Full disclosure: he came home from what would pass for a shopping trip one day in 1851, and found his entire camp slaughtered by Mexican troops from Janos, Mexico. The dead included his mother Juana, wife Alope, and their three infant daughters. That Empire State Building sized horror, fell on one man all on the same day. So, you be the judge.

By 1884, he was in a bind. It became very difficult to recruit warriors from the reservations, as was the custom in earlier years. He even found himself competing with the US Cavalry for Apache men. The Army offered adult males jobs as scouts. Every scout was a warrior, but not every warrior became scouts. Those Army scouts were the albatross around his neck. They knew everything about him, the tribe and its refuges on both sides of the border. Every water hole, hiding place, arms cache, cave warehouses etc., were known to them. They would destroy winter stores piled up from summer operations in Mexico and Arizona/New Mexico. They essentially broke his back. By 1886, the pickings reached an all time low. He boiled down to 19 warriors; even resorted to child warriors. There were no bargaining chips left on the table from the 1884 talks. Geronimo was painted into a corner marked "unconditional surrender" ... When he finally handed over his rifle to General miles in September of 1886, there were only 38 people left in his band; half of them warriors. Deportation to Oklahoma, and what turned out to be a life sentence for him followed ...

The Chiricahuas served 27 years of incarceration 💔, before being released in 1913. It remains the longest confinement in US Military history ...

RIP Nantan Goyatle.

#native american #littlefeather wolf #geronimo #Bedonkohe #chiricahua #chiricahua apache

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otakween · 1 year ago

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Cyborg 009 BGOOParts Delete (2020) - Volume 2

A full year has past since I read volume 1, so it’s time for me to get up to speed. Luckily, since this is a story that has been rehashed time and time again, it’s going to be easier to recall what’s going on. I can’t believe 3 more volumes have already come out, what a quick turnaround time! (Probably not a good sign tbh).

Ch. 8

-It kind of bugs me how the cyborgs names are stylized with their numbers and then their actual names in furigana. Are they calling each other by their names or their numbers? Confusing...

-The art style continues to be gorgeous. Love the dedication to keeping older aesthetics alive (I follow some artists on Insta that do 90s anime art).

-A lot of the vocabulary went over my head this chapter, but it’s not too hard to grasp the generic “mwahaha we’ll become powerful Gods and take over the world” narrative.

-I feel like some of the Mythos cyborgs translate well to modern day and some are too cheesy to take seriously -cough- hippo man -cough cough-

Ch. 9

-Whelp, that chapter was kind of difficult to understand. This manga is very monologue/dialogue heavy. I could basically tell that they were going on and on about destiny and the meaning of their existence (both the numbers cyborgs and the mythos cyborgs)

-Kind of annoying how 003 gets relegated to “(wo)man in the chair” instead of getting in on the main action, but oh well. I guess it makes sense since her ability isn’t really useful in battle.

Ch. 10

-So Hera took over Rico’s body preventing the numbers cyborgs from attacking her. Once again, I struggled to follow this one. Even though it’s a modern Cyborg 009, they still talk in an old timey way that’s hard to follow.

-These chapters are really short. This one was basically entirely villain monologue and very boring.

Ch. 11

-Okay, I lied, that chapter was kind of long. We’re really moving at a snail’s pace here. Like a multiple chapter build up to a single battle...is that really necessary? What is this, Dragon Ball?

-Helena (or one of her sister’s) and Pan show up. Helena says something about this being a battle that was fought before previously. Tell me about it lol...

Ch. 12

-A pretty dull fighting chapter where the Mythos cyborgs mock the numbers cyborgs. They all seem to be paired up with cyborgs similar to them and mostly evenly matched.

-The horse cyborg’s neck guns are pretty cursed looking, yuck

-So apparently other numbers cyborgs can use acceleration mode because of the Dolphin somehow? That just feels like cheating...

Ch. 13

-In this chapter Apollon just goes on an on about his “real sister” Helena who is also Artemis I guess? I dunno lol. He said that she has the power to amplify her teammates powers which...I’m so sick of these female characters getting the lame supporting role bleh. Also 003 shows up for like two seconds and does nothing (except call for Ivan).

-Joe has literally been standing around saying nothing for several chapters now. What a boring hero. He might as well be a silent video game protagonist.

-Urgh...gotta find something positive to say...I guess I was kinda excited that Ivan was mentioned for the first time in awhile, but we didn’t actually get to see him. Boo.

-I know it was like this in the OG manga, but I wonder what the logic was behind making some of the Mythos cyborgs animal hybrids and some human like. Achilles is a panther dude for example.

Ch. 14

-Joe successfully defeats Achilles, Geronimo fights the minotaur and Francoise confronts Helena (who she recognizes from their past meeting). It was nice to see Geronimo fighting for a change.

Not sure if I’m finding this painful to read because of the tricky, kanji-heavy Japanese or because the writing sucks. Gonna say it’s a combo of the two...Oh well. Only a few volumes to go and I’ll be done. Just want the Mythos arc to end.

#cyborg 009 #Cyborg 009 BGOOParts Delete #manga

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300iqprower · 2 years ago

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Lostbelt 7 Rewrite (Prologue)

[Finals won't be finished for another week and change so here, have the beginning of the rewrite as a holdover until I can really get working on it]

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Aaaaand we're off to a bad start. As soon as Chaldea exits void space, the storm border is at risk of collapsing entirely from what seems to be a sort of deep sea pressure that normally shouldn't be a problem for Nemo, and yet it’s very much about to kill them all. But suddenly, Georgios is summoned! Without so much as a leyline! What’s more, his very presence seems to lessen the effects immensely.

Using this chance, Mash and Georgios fight off some foreigner-class beings that seem to inhabit the depths of this tar(?)-filled cave system they’ve ended up in. who are unusually weak for such a class type, while Nemo and Da Vinci are able to make emergency precautions against the pressure and secure the storm border, but at the cost of being completely grounded where they are.

It seems impossible to venture far however without the bounded field created by border protecting from the unknown corrupting influence. As a last ditch effort, they use a weak leyline signal to summon whoever they can afford, with Nitocris and Geronimo springing forth! It makes sense only casters can be afforded when things are so dire, and it’s certainly better than nothing, especially when Nitocris’s protection acts like a protective field around them that’s more than strong enough to wander!

However, the summoning process didn’t go unnoticed. A massive corrupted beast slinks forth, big enough to devour the Border itself! …But before anyone can make so much as a weak attempt to fight it off, a figure comes crashing from above, caving in the beast’s skull in one blow. She then reveals herself to be none other than the Mayan goddess Kukulkan! Though, she er…doesn’t seem all that dignified. Inattentive, easily excited, with that power she may clearly be a goddess but she also clearly isn’t that worldly. She must have noticed the summoning, same as that horrible beast, so that’s one more good thing to come out of it! Though…she apparently doesn’t know what a servant or summoning even is?

Soon it becomes clear this isn’t the best person to answer any questions the group has, but thankfully Kuku knows someone who is! At her insistence to meet “Miki” the group are lead even further down into the caverns, but something about Kuku seems to be protecting the Chaldeans from the corruption that nearly overwhelmed them before. Thank goodness too, because it doesn’t seem like Nitocris could have handled much more of that…well, whatever this almost radioactive-like slag is.

And so, after more talking with Kuku, with more questions for Chaldea than Chaldea has for her, they finally arrive at….the tree of emptiness?! ….….or, rather, its roots…? What lies before them is undeniably a tree of emptiness, but it disappears into the earth above, and seems weirdly small compared to something like Olympus. And yet, in spite of such, it’s visibly full of life; every tendril is in bloom, as if each root is itself a miniature glimpse into another galaxy. But much more notable than what lies within is what lies outside of those roots. Strung up, as if crucified and bound, is a giant humanoid figure. A woman whose long raven hair flows from out of her shattered headdress, down and over her flat chest, what scraps of clothing she has doing little to hide countless scars across her body, none more pronounced than the one at her neck.

Speechless at the gruesome sight, her head slowly raises and jolts the group out of it as she warmly addresses Kukulkan and gives her name: “I…am Mictlan”

#fgo #fgo au #my writing #fate grand order #lb7r #lostbelt 7 #lb7 rewrite

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tilbageidanmark · 10 months ago

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Movies I watched this week (Year 4, week 5)

6 more by Icelandic Hlynur Pálmason (After ‘Godland’ and ‘Seven Boats’):

🍿 White, white day is about a grieving policeman whose wife died in a car accident. A masterful feat of slow film making, with unusual choices in its subtle direction. The man renovates a house, takes care of his cute granddaughter, and then, (as in 'The Descendants'), he discovers that before she died, his beloved wife had an affair with some guy. A stunning story of grief, resignation and acceptance. 10/10.

🍿 A painter is a 30-minutes unexplained riddle, about a conceptual land artist, harsh and isolated. A slow meditation about art and relationships, told via stark visuals and few words.

🍿 During Corona, Hlynur's 3 kids were building a tree house in Nest. The camera was fixed at one spot (in 99% of the cases) and recorded hundreds of short clips over a full year of changing seasons. It's absolutely the most captivating 22 minutes of film I've seen this week. (Pálmason used the same technique at the beginning of 'White, white day' recording the house over a long period of time). 10/10 (In spite of watching it with Spanish subtitles only).

🍿 A day or two, a painful, lyrical short about a boy who is left alone in a neglected farmhouse. Inexplicably traumatic. 9/10.

🍿 Milk Factory is basically a home movie with the same little cute girl (his daughter from 'Godland' and all the others) running through a modern gallery at the small fishing town of Höfn, where they live.

🍿 Fortunately, I saved his debut feature Winter Brothers to the very end. Had I started with this tedious, incomprehensible artsy piece first, I would never have discover the rest of his fascinating work. The story takes place in a metaphorical underground, a Siberian-type inferno, where chalk-faced miners use pickaxes and shovels to dig for something in darkness and noise. 2/10.

Now that I've seen everything he's done, 3 features and 5 shorts, my top three of his are: 1. A white, white day. 2. Nest. 3. Godland.

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Like the little heartbroken girl in 'White, white day', mourning the death of her grandmother, (and like the kids in the Danish 'Beautiful Something Left Behind'), Ponette is a 4-year-old girl who must come to terms with her mother's death in a car accident. (Photo Above). This sad and simple story features the most phenomenal performance by a child actress I've ever seen. The grief on her face was absolutely devastating and hard to watch. It's also hard to imagine how the director, Jacques Doillon, managed to coax such genuine emotions during the unbroken, long takes. 9/10.

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Exterminate All the Brutes, a 4 hour meditation about the roots of colonialism, racism and genocide. My first by Haitian documentarian Raoul Peck. An unflinching examination of the shameful atrocities on which our modern life is established. The many genocides that followed the European conquests of the world. The twin principals on which the Americas were founded; Extermination of all the native nations, and the exploitive slavery of kidnapped Africans. Painful truths.

There were some chapters I did not know: That White supremacy was codified for the first time in 1449 with the help of the pope, the king and the Spanish Inquisition. That the first successful slave revolt against colonialism was the Haitian Revolution of 1791. That the Code-name 'Geronimo' used for the killing of Bin Laden was simply one more time of using Indian names for America's worst enemies, all part of the need to 'Exterminate all the brutes'.

The documentary itself was in parts too fragmentary, used too many symbolic reenactments, and employed too many personal anecdotes, for my taste. Still, it's a must see warning. Trump makes his entry only at the last hour. 7/10.

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Only my second by independent writer-director John Sayles (after 'Lianna'), the neo-western Lone star. Real stories of the Anglo, Tejano, and Black communities in a small Texas border town. Also a new sheriff who investigates an old skeleton found at a firing range, and discovers old secrets about his dad and his old sweetheart. Unforgivably humane.

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Gun Crazy, a second-tiered, pulpy Film Noir, a precursor to Bonnie & Clyde and any other 'Outlaw couple on the run' stories. He's obsessed with guns since his childhood. She's high on deadly adventures. After falling in love at a carnival, they embark on a crime spree across America together. In 1950 that mean that the murderous fugitives will die at the end. Strangely, this urban crime caper ends in a dreamy Tarkovski swamp.

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Another Noir, Elia Kazan's medical thriller Panic in the Streets, taking place on the waterfront, this time in New Orleans. Jack Palance debut performance. I watched it after reading the article The Myth of Panic, which analyses how the 'Elites' uses the fear of 'the crowd' to always control narratives in times of mass disasters, The Spanish influenza, The London Blitz, the Atomic age, AIDS, Corona...

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Falcon lake is the charged debut feature of Canadian Charlotte Le Bon. It's a lovely coming-of-age story about a 13 year old boy who falls for a 16 year old girl at a lake cottage in Quebec. He's innocent and caring, until he fucks up and becomes a ghost. Accomplished film making with an indecisive finale. 7/10.

*Woman Director

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"Goddamn-dipshit-Rodriguez-gypsy-dildo-punks. I'll get your ass."

First watch: LA cult movie Repo Man. I guess you had to be there at the time to appreciate its weird punkness. But even though I stuck to the very bitter end, every moment made it worse. Rambling, disjointed, uninteresting. 2/10.

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Junk mail, a grimy Norwegian Noir about a lowly postman who doesn't give a shit: He throws away the mail he doesn't want to deliver, he's shabby and dirty, he stalks a deaf girl and hides in her apartment. And he always steals bites of food from everywhere. But then he gets involves with some robbers and murderers, and saves the girl from suicide. Oslo looks disgusting here. 3/10.

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Leonor Will Never Die, my first meta-film from The Philippines. A different standard told in a different film syntax, which unfortunately left me baffled. An elderly lady who used to be a famous scriptwriter in the golden age of Pinoy Cinema of the 1980's, but now lives in the slums and can't pay her bills, is getting hit on the head by a television set that her upstairs neighbor throws out of the window. While in coma, she re-writes and re-lives her unfinished manuscript, a low-low-brow action movie, and even plays the main character in it. Weird to say the list, but with a surprising dance and song routine at the end which was wonderful. 2/10.

*Woman Director

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2 from screenwriter Etan Cohen, both about dim-witted morons:

🍿 "Whatever you do, keep painting!... "

Another re-watch: Mike Judge's prescient satire Idiocracy, a movie tinged with enough criticism of late-stage capitalism, that Fox C21 decided to abandon, rather than promote it. Featuring real brands like 'Flaturin', 'If you don't smoke Tarrlytons - Fuck you!' 'Crocs, they are so dumb. Could you imagine those ever getting popular?', 'Buttfuckers restaurant'. As well as the actual line 'He's gonna make them grow again'.

Funniest lines from Wikipedia: "Rita, a street prostitute" has been "in a relationship with Paul Thomas Anderson since 2001. They live in the San Fernando Valley with their four children."

🍿 My wife is retarded, a one-note, low-brow, offensive premise played for laughs, and repeated more than a dozen times in the span of 10 minutes. With 'Bill Lumbergh'. 2/10.

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"Nothing about Barcelona?"...

Another Guilty Pleasure Re-watch: Steven Soderbergh's fast action Haywire. A convoluted spy plot, with a female Jason Bourne assassin, and kick-ass hand-to-hand fight scenes.

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2 NYC shorts co-directed by Ellie Sachs:

🍿 In Proof of concept an aspiring auteur tries coaxing her dad and Richard Kind, her uncle, into financing her first short film. Cute.

*Woman Director

🍿 My Annie Hall, a wholesome 30-minute remake of 'Annie Hall' starring seniors citizens. The 94-year-old Alvin (and 73-year-old Annie) had all the quirkiness of the originals without the unpleasant personal baggage. 7/10.

*Woman Director

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And the King Said, What a Fantastic Machine is a new documentary about 'The power of the Photograph', produced by Ruben Östlund. It started promisingly with a few minutes of Camera Obscura, and the first ever 1826 photograph by Nicéphore Niépce, but the rest of the time it just jammed hundreds of random clips and images from the internet into fast-moving soup with no depth. 1/10.

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"There is a grown-up way to eat watermelon!"

Everything Is Terrible, The Movie (2009) was an older but much funnier montage. A cynical compilation of bizarre and obscure clips found in long forgotten VHS tapes, it just fast-edited hundreds of ridiculous tidbits from the 80's and 90's into a dumb and absurd mishmash. Much better!

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"Don't forget me". Some YouTube essayist's 'Falling down' was propaganda. In spite of not being a fan of such essays, it was an insightful 44 minute analysis. Diving into sociological and historical background trying to prove that DFENS descent into villainy had some very valid reasons. It end with Plato's 'The noble lie'. (Even the YouTube comments were intelligent, for the most part.)

Apparently, there are many similar essays on the same topic!

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Another unfathomable documentary about the central role the "New Apostolic Reformation" played in instigating the Capitol riot of January 6th. Spiritual Warriors: Decoding Christian Nationalism at the Capitol Riot. Also about C. Peter Wagner, and 'Jericho Marches' and 'Blowing of the Shofars'. Religious fruitcakes are the worst of all nutjob crazies. Mental illness of prophetic levels.

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(My complete movie list is here)

#movies

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kiwikipedia · 2 years ago

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Threads of Daydreams

The Old Man of the Mountain thinks about many things. There is no name that he will put to this relationship, but he knows that it is good. The warmth and companionship of another is not a sin, after all.

First Hassan x Li Shuwen, 4K words, oneshot

AO3

The Li Shuwen here is the same person all the way through, just going through a class change after the lostbelts. He's currently an assassin, but before then and for most of the time that Hassan and Li knew one another he was a Lancer.

I bounce back and forth between calling Li just “Li” and his full name of “Li Shuwen” because I like how it rolls off the tongue. Did you guys know that “Shuwen” is technically his given name? Li is the family name. In retrospect, that makes sense, but I just can't call him “Shuwen” alone. I just can’t do it !! It feels weird lol

Anyways, I think that both Li and Hassan need more attention. I might write more for them later.

God. there are so many notes at the end feel free to ignore them though

There was a certain beauty to Chaldea and the opportunities that it had brought.

Servants and entities from across myth, history, and legend all had been brought to one location. Idolized heroes were met, successors, predecessors, and those not yet realized conversed between rivals, enemies, and allies. While rare, families met again, and past and future selves clashed in a battle of ideals.

Servants ate, laughed, and talked together, heroes from the west raised glasses with those from the east, and those from hard-written historical fact walked with legends from mythological wonder. Even beings that walked that fine line between truth and fiction existed, walking in a world beyond the pages of novels and stories.

No matter the person, no matter the past, they existed together bound and loyal to one Master. Over time, they lived and laughed, and left their past behind them while they moved forwards with their own legends engraved into their hearts.

So it was only natural, in such a situation, that some Servants, and even staff, fell into relationships. Be it by way of romantic, platonic, or familial love.

When it came down to romantic love, there were many ways that Servants showed their affection.

Some were public and open about their relationship with the rest of Chaldea— the goddess Quetzalcoatl, for example, certainly showered the Gorgon with affection. And no matter how much the Avenger seemed to hate it, only a blind and deaf fool wouldn’t know that she wasn’t similarly in love with the other goddess. And Gilgamesh and Enkidu fell into such a state the same way that water flowed along its natural path, with Gilgamesh always more than willing to shower his so-called most precious person with riches and adoration.

There were others, of course, the Caster Irisviel and the Assassin Emiya had created a whole mishmash of a family together with Illyasviel von Einzbern, and—although they had skirted around the edges for a bit— Saito Hajime and Hijikata Toshizou could be seen touching one another more often than not— the Berserker wrapping an arm around the Saber’s shoulders, or Saito linking their pinkies together as they talked to different people… if Hijikata wasn’t outright grabbing the Saber by the jaw and smashing their lips together in a full public display.

And of course, Medb was in a whole other category of public display of affection.

Some were more closed off than others, preferring their relationship be less prominent, and more between each other than public.

James Moriarty was a very… loud and open individual when he wasn’t scheming, though Charles Babbage was not loud and did not scheme— they were a strange balance for sure— and what went on between Geronimo and Robin Hood was no one’s business but their own. Both of the Princes of Walachia were more reserved people by nature, though Romulus and Vlad were a bit more public than Dracul and Georgios were— by way of a certain Roman Emperor and Dragon-like countess showering their relatives in affection and declaring their spats as sisterly banter.

And he, himself, preferred to keep his affairs private.

As the heavy footfalls of The “Old Man of The Mountain” echoed in the halls of the Wandering Sea, he counted himself lucky enough that the one he chose to spend his time with was more than understanding.

Granted, it wasn’t as if the Assassin under the name of Li Shuwen was an overly affectionate person in the public eye— not like many of the younger Servants tended to be with their romance and adoration. And the nature of their relationship was a bit more ambiguous than others.

But it was still the other Assassin who the “Old Man” found himself seeking out and returning to after missions.

The familiar scent of incense cut through the metallic tang of blood as the “Old Man” entered Li Shuwen’s room. It washed over him like the tide, floral and calming, the tension that he didn’t even realize he was still holding onto melting away.

The “Old Man” kept his presence concealment up for a moment longer, eyes drifting over the space that the other Servant called home.

While it wasn’t as barren as the room that had been given to him, Li Shuwen’s quarters were much less decorated than others. Nonetheless, there was still that comfortable and feeling of “home” without being too overindulgent.

A few knickknacks and novelties that had been picked up somewhere, a painting from one of the many artists— the Foreigner Katsushika Hokusai, possibly— on one wall with another hanging scroll likely plucked from a singularity on another.

A closet and dresser combination that held a few changes of clothes sat against the far wall (though it wasn’t as if they were much different than any of the attire the man wore into battle) and of course, there was the bed and night side table that every room had— but one of the most prominent fixtures of the room was the low table that had been added in.

Li sat there, turning through the pages of a book and tea on the table. Content. Calm. As if the image before him had been ripped from one of those little storybooks full of pictures that the children insisted on reading to him.

But the flip of a page was enough to pull him from such thoughts.

The “Old Man” allowed his presence concealment to fall as the door closed behind him.

Li Shuwen did not look up at him immediately, taking the time to set down his cup before he did.

“Ah, welcome back, Hassan.”

And like the tide going out, the “Old Man” felt the weariness that ate at his bones melt away, the titles, the ranks, the preconceived notions among others— all of it faded.

Gone was the “Old Man of the Mountain”, gone was the status as the “Grand Assassin” and the Founder of the Hashashin. Instead, Hassan-i-Sabbah stood.

He remained silent for a moment longer, before he took a step forwards.

“Yes. I have returned,” he murmured and like a melody, Li Shuwen laughed. It was a soft noise, more like a chuckle, but a warmth of familiarity welled up in Hassan’s chest nonetheless.

“All is well, I presume?” the other asked, propping his chin up on his palm. Hassan nodded before Li pointed towards the adjoining bathroom. “Wash up before you join me, hm?”

Hassan only gave another short nod in response. Quick and to the point as always, though he understood why.

For as much as the two of them would bathe in blood on the battlefield, he understood that Li Shuwen was not the type of man who preferred that the acrid stench of blood did not last long.

He was grateful, though.

Not every room in the new “Chaldea” within Atlas’ Wandering Sea had an attached bathroom. Some sets of rooms had a shared one between them, and others simply used the bigger common ones if they had neither a shared common one nor a private one connected.

Hassan was a private being, however. And while not out of malice, some Servants were… a tad too curious for his tastes.

It made sense, he was no fool. The shroud of mystery would always lure one in.

And he and Hassan of the Cursed Arm’s decisions to never show their faces had more than one child Servant to try and get a look—and several of those who were much too old to be acting in such a manner.

He was grateful that Li Shuwen allowed him the privacy of the adjacent bathroom to cleanse his body of the blood and gore that had seeped through his armor and robes.

The clothing he donned could be cleaned with a simple dematerialization, and in that same way, so could the body...

And yet there were habits that he could not shake from ages past. And the smell would linger in his mind.

The details could be debated another time, as the First of the Hashashin’s armor melted away and bare feet touched the tile floors.

It wasn’t long before he returned to the bedroom, steam lazily curling and drifting from the bathroom as he left the door open.

Gone was the heavy armor, the layers of metal and cloth that kept him and his form hidden away. Gone was the skull mask of the Hashashin. In their place were linens and woven fabrics, carefully chosen and crafted by the other Hassan as a gift.

Despite the time it had taken for him to wash away the stench of blood and battle, it appeared that Li Shuwen had not moved from his spot.

The scent of a new tea brewing said otherwise.

( Such a marvel modern devices were. A portable stove made it so that neither of them would be forced to leave the room. )

Still, Hassan stayed where he was for a moment longer, simply watching the much smaller Servant as he read.

Hassan-i-Sabbah was old, that was something that was an indisputable fact. He had seen many people, and just as many faces in his time. While he cared not for such trivial things such as physical beauty and appearance, he was well aware of what the modern beauty standard would be— had humanity not been incarcerated twice.

He knew that neither of them in this room would be considered at that standard, and yet…

“Come sit,” Li’s voice cutting through his musings made him tilt his head slightly. The tone was even, holding neither a demand nor an order— leaving as much room as wanted for Hassan’s own choice. Across, beside, or not at all.

If he wanted to, Hassan knew he could ignore the other Assassin entirely and retire to the bed early. But he neither wished nor wanted to at the moment.

Instead, he moved silently to Li, settling behind him.

The other just hummed at that, allowing Hassan one of his few indulgences he had granted himself as he pulled the smaller man into his lap. The familiar weight upon doing so made a soft sigh escape him, veil barely fluttering as he did.

Li chuckled nonetheless, settling down as he nursed his cup of tea. A second cup was set down to the side, empty, but Hassan’s if he so desired.

Eventually, perhaps. But not now.

Instead, he allowed himself respite and rest, lowering his head to rest against the other Assassin’s own.

Li let Hassan do as he pleased, Hassan shifting and wrapping his arms around him. Though the veil, he rested his cheek against his head, letting out another sigh.

‘Snuggling’ the other Assassin, perhaps, would be the most adequate term of phrase. If one could call it that, with Hassan all but enveloping Li against his own body.

It had taken them both less time and longer than expected to reach this point in their relationship. What their relationship was, however, Hassan did not put a name to it. Nor did Li Shuwen.

But the man never minded, in fact, he encouraged him in branching out in indulgences.

It had bothered Hassan, at the start— when he had first met the man when he donned the skin and class of his younger, Lancer self.

Li Shuwen’s heretical nature had been a divide between them, as had it been a dividing factor between Hassan and most other Servants— aside from, again, rank, status, and appearance driving those weak of heart off.

But Li Shuwen was nothing but relentless in his pursuits, whether it be for his own satisfaction of satiating the hunger for a fight or a simple conversation.

Hassan-i-Sabbah was a reverent man. It was his faith that guided him through his life, and his faith that tethered him to the world itself. He would uphold his promises to be both the first and the last of his legacy.

Li Shuwen was not a man of faith, nor a man of any religion. Both before the events of the Lostbelts when he was swift to resort to violence as a way to settle things, and after, when he had crossed fists with his own self and gained that form in the aftermath.

He was not a man of faith, yet he had never trampled on another’s. Instead, Li Shuwen asked questions and read to find out more information. He always did his best to understand, if only to make sure that a fight was in good form and didn’t violate any such religious rules.

The man was nothing if not consistent in both forms be it the one he took now, or the redheaded lancer who was always spoiling for a fight.

In the conversations before, there had been questions of faith, and prodding towards actions that he normally would have never taken…

But then again, that was the beauty of Chaldea. A place of opportunity— and reckless Servants who don’t take stop or no for an answer when fired up.

With another huff, Hassan buried his face in Li Shwuen’s hair. Shorter strands poked through the fabric of his veil, and a soft hum accompanied by the turning of a page left the other as he did.

In Li’s own words, it was hard to think that the revered and feared Old Man of the Mountain was this clingy. The first time he had said that, so early into their odd relationship, Hassan had avoided him for a long while.

Clingy? It was an odd notion for sure. He was not a man of worldly things, and at his position… Skinship was little more than a passing thought.

And yet…

He had returned to Li Shuwen who had apologized and asked if he had overstepped— with blood on his teeth, spear splinted, and shirt torn to shreds, with nothing but sincerity in his words.

Hassan had decided then that he had not— because how long had it been since he had last allowed someone to touch him, since he had last touched someone without the barriers of armors and linens wrapping around his skin? Granted, the word 'clingy' was a bit off-putting. But Hassan let it be.

But to bask in the warmth of another— it eased his soul and warmed his being much more than the scorching sun of the desert ever could.

Hassan let out a soft hum, leaning into the hand that had reached up and under the veil to touch his cheek— a hand-worn and aged with time, with muscle and strength to crush a skull, yet gentle and soft.

Li Shuwen did not press his boundaries, he did not lift the veil and gaze up at him, did not badger to see his face, despite their relationship. Not in that same way Moriarty badgered Charles Babbage to step from his mechanical shell. Instead, Li allowed for Hassan to show what he wished, when he wished.

Another soft exhale left Hassan, and he allowed his eyes to flutter closed as he pressed further into the touch against his cheek.

Soft. Warm.

How long had it been? How long would it remain like this? How long would be after Chaldea finished its duty and the Servants returned to the Throne that he could be like this?

Would he wonder between life and death once again? Or would his oblivion finally come?

He didn’t know, and i t was out of his hands.

“If you are wary, you should rest,” came the murmured words from the man in his lap, thumb brushing against his skin.

Hassan let out a soft snort at that, turning his head to press a kiss to the palm.

“Am I not resting now?” he inquired and once more, Li laughed.

He was a man who laughed when amused and who wore his expressions plainly for those to see.

When Hassan first encountered Li Shuwen in the sands of Camelot, he had been that way. He had been like a blade with his words and expression, teeth bared and rough nature bare and open to see.

A man who laughed often in the face of adversary, without care as his flesh was cut into by the whistling strikes of Failnaught. He had triumphed then, before the Hassan had taken the fight into their own hands.

And when he had seen the man again in Babylonia, as he watched and observed Chaldea’s Master, he had been the same. When he and Chaldea fought Tiamat and her spawn, he had been the same. And when remains of Goetia sprang up, he was the same.

And after the Lostbelts, when he agreed to lay down his spear for the time being, changing from Lancer to Assassin— Li Shuwen remained a man who openly expressed his thoughts and allowed his emotions to be seen.

Perhaps that was what had curbed Hassan’s initial annoyance. Li Shuwen was not hiding his intent when he approached for a fight. There was no hesitance, no fear.

 Certainly, there were others in Chaldea with similar temperaments, but Li Shuwen was different. A curious puzzle.

Hassan would not lie in stating the man’s persistence in the past— and even now as a man who was supposedly more mellowed than his previous self— had steadily won him out.

If it was a fight wanted, it would be a fight he was given.

A spear would not match his sword, but still, that did not deter Li Shuwen. Most always the fights ended in Hassan’s victory, but the few draws and standstills had been hard won.

Very few could claim to break the armor he donned, let alone with their bare hands.

Sometimes, Li Shuwen could walk away on his own two feet, battered and bruised and bleeding, but calling out that he’d manage next time. He would yell down the hall that he would win with such a light in his eyes that it made Hassan wonder if the man’s own strength was his ‘faith’ to an extent. Other times, bones had been shattered, skull caved in, and the man had more blood outside his body than in. Sometimes unconscious, sometimes not. Always, Hassan was careful when aiding and moving him.

(Sometimes to the Medical wing, other times they both knew that Nightingale and the others would have them skinned for not pulling their punches. Grand Servant or not, Hassan knew not to press his own luck with a medical professional.)

And in these fights, Hassan learned more about the man who was “his” now. And in Li’s own way, that was how he learned about him.

Because when it came down to it, fighting was how the man connected with others. He read the way people moved, the intent behind the strikes, what made others tick when his words reached them — would they become more reckless or keep their cool when taunts were thrown?

That was Li Shuwen.

And that had been how he had somehow crashed his way into Hassan’s life.

A curious man who was so different from others.

A man who was selfish without it being a sin and so genuine and open about it— it was baffling. Without hesitation, he would state that his sole goal was to test himself and fight stronger opponents, even in the form of an Assassin he was like this, though tempered and restrained. Certainly, h e fought alongside and with Chaldea, but he had told Hassan himself while cleaning his wounds after a particularly nasty battle in Salem that, should the time come when he was to grow bored, he would leave.

He was a self-serving man, and yet...

Hassan slouched lower, dropping his head to the crook of Li’s neck and inhaling slowly. The smell of incense and earth clung to him, subtle and mellow.

“Dost thou wish to lay with me?” he murmured against his skin, relishing in the warmth of the other— and despite the ages of restraint and tempered flame, Hassan found that craved it more and more. Something that, perhaps, stemmed from when Li Shuwen had been a Lancer. He had been a very touchy and physical person in that form, easily one to drape across Hassan's back to read over his shoulder or lean against him without a care.

It had created a gnawing need that Hassan hadn't known he had.

(Was this what it meant to be touch-starved? How long had it been, truly?)

 Li’s hand had slipped up from his cheek to his head, fingers threading through Hassan’s hair hidden under the hood of his shroud. Li Shuwen is not a tender man, he never had been, but his movements were meaningful and gentle nonetheless— a touch reserved for those he favored.

“Depends on what you’re asking.”

There was a slight teasing lilt to the other Assassin’s words. Light, with a second meaning laced between them— if Hassan so wished for it. Always an open option, but never pressing. Not when it came to matters of faith.

And for that, Hassan briefly wondered if it would be worth it.

But it was hard to put a name to their relationship. Romance was such a flowery term, and the nature of Servants was oh-so difficult to place. If Oblivion did not claim his body, Hassan would continue on long after Li Shuwen returned to nothing but a name among the Throne.

Marriage was not on the table. Or not a conventional one, the time of a Servant was as fleeting as frost in the morning rays. And it had been eons since such matters had ever entered his mind— ah, his wife and daughters, how long had it been had since they had returned to the earth?

But truly, he valued Li Shuwen and the relationship they had now. Was it love? Perhaps.

Lips brushing against the veil, against his cheek, pulled him from the thoughts he had since lost himself in.

“I jest,” Li hums against his skin, book closed and tea abandoned. His free hand had found one of Hassan’s own, prying it from his waist and squeezing it. “I would not refuse to lay with you.”

No more words needed to be said— moving the other and himself is as easy as swinging his blade. Li Shuwen was small, tiny, in comparison to Hassan’s own hulking size.

With a soft huff of air, they settled again, the smaller Assassin nestled against him, tucked under his chin and against his chest.

It was warm, and it felt like the weight of responsibility had lifted from his weary bones.

Servants had no need to sleep, nor drink, but for Hassan… it was respite, it was habit, it was natural. And he would not be a liar to say that he was tired. He was the Grand Assassin, yes, but he was also a man, no matter how altered he had become.

He shifted as the other moved to get comfortable before reaching for the bedside table to click off the light.

It wasn’t as if Li had not seen his face before, wasn’t as if he did not know his face, his scars, the way that his eyes had sunk into his skull with age and time. Li Shuwen knew his face, but it was Hassan’s choice to remain hidden.

Li had respected that.

And in the cover of darkness, his hands reached up to the veil, slow and steady. Hassan could stop him, if he wished to. But he didn’t, allowing for the cloth to be removed and set aside in the darkness of the room.

The veil was set to the side, and fingers mapped his face.

“Ah, there you are,” Li mused, leaning up and a light kiss was pressed against his chin as Hassan leaned down, “You have been hidden so long, I had forgotten.”

A lie, one they both knew well as thumbs brushed the corners of Hassan’s lips.

“Are you tired?” the younger of the two asked, and Hassan only grunted, pulling him closer and burying his face against his neck.

He always was.

Always would be, until the bitter yet welcome end.

Hands moved up, slipping under the hood of his shroud, fingers brushing and tangling in his hair. Slowly, slowly…

“Thou knows the answer already,” he breathed finally, and Li chuckled again, tilting his head and pressing a soft kiss to his temple.

“Then sleep, O Grand Assassin,” he said, and again, that teasing lilt was back, but there was nothing but warmth in his words. “Sleep and I will remain here when you wake.”

And Hassan knew he would be. Selfish yet kind and always keeping his promises, that was the kind of person Li Shuwen was.

He was grateful for it, he found, to be understood in such a way.

Li Shuwen was not a genius, the man would freely admit that himself if asked, and his understanding of people was much different than others— and yet he knew and understood Hassan.

It was good. This strange life and relation of his— it was good. That was what their relationship was.

He did not put a name to what it was, but it was good.

That was what was important.

So Hassan let out a breath and curled around the other more, allowing himself to drift into the oblivion of sleep.

That little bit about Li not breaking promises is a nudge towards the Koha Ace manga where he just straight up resists a command spell from Caren. Li Shuwen what the fuck is that self-control.

Anyways. It was probably during Shinjuku that Li and Hassan started talking, and then sometime during Agatha or Shimousa to get friendly. Or rather, Li kept asking for a fight because you can’t tell me that this man saw Hassan throw down with the Lahmu in Babylonia and wasn’t instantly interested. I’d assume most Servants were idle during the EOR since it was a weird situation so Li and Hassan had a bit to talk and become whatever this fucking thing is lol.

Overall I’d say that Hassan has a preference for Elder Li's temperament but doesn’t mind the Lancer when he isn’t causing trouble. Lancer is more touchy and self-confident, whereas Assassin is reserved and calm (ish). Neither are like crazy affectionate in public, but Lancer Li is more the type to lean and drape across Hassan when bored or pull on his arm to get his attention and Assassin Li is like. Holding hands under the table and sitting next to/standing closer to Hassan. Hassan doesn't like major PDA beyond this, but otherwise, it's fine behind closed doors as long as it's not sexual.

I think writing Hassan with the aspect of his faith in mind is a bit difficult. His character is very unique and even though fate doesn’t really touch on it much he’s a man of Faith, and I want to make sure that I write and represent someone that correctly. I did research about the Islamic faith beforehand but I’m not quite sure in certain cases still.

Like sex outside of marriage is forbidden in Islam, it is a bit difficult to really work with the idea of Hassan being a sexual being. But on the other hand, Servants are also an entirely different playing field— since the Grand Order and Chaldea will not always exist, I suspect that it would be hard to really be married.

I guess that’s where most of that hesitance to name their relationship comes from. I don't know about dating, but from what I know in the Islamic tradition, Muslim men are not to marry non-muslim women, and vice versa, with men allowed leeway with women of the book (Jews, Christians, and Serbians mostly) but again— no idea where this would fall for same-sex relationships or even in terms of Servanthood.

Even if I figured that out, though, Hassan probably has a very low libido. Li Shuwen gets off on getting the shit beat out of him so it's fine /j

Also. Don’t worry about the Vlads being separate characters when Li and Li aren’t. The Vlads are two very different beings in my mind whereas Li and Li are the same man in different time periods. Vlad is the Berserker, and Dracul is Extra Vlad.

#Penguin Writes: Fate #i do not like tumblr formatting but i dont like how the links look either actually so #King Hassan #Penguinkiwi writes #Li Shuwen #Hassan-I-Sabbah #HassaLi #FGO Li shuwen #FGO Hassan #Fate #Fate Go #Fate Grand Order #Fgo #fate/grand order #fate fanfic #i will suffer and die lol #i need to change my tag names i no longer wish to be called penguin actually lol

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holyiker-blog1 · 2 months ago

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EA FC 25 TOTW 1 revealed

EA Sports has come out the blocks all guns blazing with the EA FC 25 TOTW 1 squad, with some huge names featuring in the first promo squad of the new game.

With the EA FC 25 Web App now available for players to get their first taste of Ultimate Team, EA Sports has released the EA FC 25 TOTW 1 squad, giving Web App players the chance to pack one of the famous black and gold promo cards from the go. Luckily, a host of big names put in incredible performances ahead of TOTW 1's release, meaning the EA FC 25 TOTW 1 squad is stacked with talent.

The likes of Lionel Messi, Theo Hernandez, and Ousmane Dembele all feature in TOTW 1, just as we guessed in our TOTW 1 predictions. But, despite scoring three and assisting one, there's no Harry Kane – though we already knew this after the full TOTW 1 squad was leaked ahead of the official reveal.

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EA FC 25 TOTW 1 squad revealed

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LW: Khvicha Kvaratskhelia (Napoli) - 86 OVR

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ST: Victor Boniface (Bayer Leverkusen) - 84 OVR

RW: Lamine Yamal (Barcelona) - 84 OVR

CDM: Denis Zakaria (Monaco) - 84 OVR

LM: Karim Adeyemi (Borussia Dortmund) - 84 OVR

GK: Geronimo Rulli (Marseille) - 82 OVR

CB: Lauren (Atletico Madrid Women) - 82 OVR

RW: Trincao (Sporting Lisbon) - 82 OVR

CM: Rigui Puig (LA Galaxy) - 82 OVR

LM: Callum Hudson-Odoi (Nottingham Forest) - 81 OVR

ST: Javi Puado (Espanyol) - 80 OVR

LB: Luke Chambers (Wigan Athletic) - 80 OVR

ST: Troy Parrott (AZ Alkmaar) - 80 OVR

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us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2 · 1 year ago

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I’m gonna do this like A-typicals did.

(Idk if I have a dissociative disorder but at the same time, I am NOT who was in charge for like 2009-2018 so who knows lol.)

1- okay there was this one time before I knew anything about anything and I think it must have been proto? Poppie or maybe belle who knows lol, and I had the worst headache EVER and I was subtitling a video I made on my (super secret) main account and they appeared out of nowhere and we started talking through the subtitles and was like “mmmm water please.” And I was like “??? I have to finish this!” “Water” “no” “water?” “No” and that went on until I was finished lol. At like 3-4am

2- well idk if I’m a caretaker or host or whatever I just exist to take the stresses of life and cope somehow??? But I think belle takes the title of caretaker or something here, she’s literally like “dude idc your like suffering so horribly right now how about I just don’t let you do anything until you feel better how about that?” Then it works so shout out to the 13-14 year old in my head who keeps me from burning out in a fiery inferno. Anyway so belle took over one time because turns out Hannibal (nbc) is extremely triggering for me! Who knew lol. And she took over while I just idk flashbacked? Not really sure but I quite literally just was not having a good time lol.

4- real. But I really do have horrible sleep.

5- yeah fun fact, the host before me had a English-ish accent that I do not have, (fun fact it’s because my dad has one, not like a posh one he just sounds like generic English guy somehow?) Theodore actually has it and so do the old hosts before me, but the rest of us have like American autism accents/just full on generic American accent which is real. And some of us speak in a higher register (poppie, Quinn, jokey.) and some in a lower register (Emily, E, myself, Lena.) while it’s not super obvious half the time. There’s also jokey who literally laughs like every second word and cracks the worst dad jokes in the world (I love her) so it is what it is.

1- me whenever belle or poppie appears and doesn’t scold me, and is like “Ay your cool. Goodbye” and I just stand there like “wow”

2- me (pop) and poppie we are the SAME PERSON, different fonts we are so different yet the same in a lot of ways but literally same guy. Then there’s L 1 through L5 don’t ask I don’t know, they know nothing and they are all the SAME GUY. Like technically L 1/L 2 was the previous host but also there’s like 4 other L’s so idk WHAT happened but they are literally the same guy different voices.

3- while I’m not Baxter (yes he’s actually our gatekeeper he only appears once a year at the MOST, idk he just vibes in his little lab.) I’m basically the second one, I stop just everyone from saying the stupidest stuff. Or well I try, and it’s ended up hilarious to kinda traumatic. I try.

5- yeah, so Baxter is that guy. lol, idk why idk how but he’s there and he’s been there for a BIT too long idk. And then there’s also me (pop) who existed in some form when we were way younger, but not as myself just different. Because I remember the weirdest stuff that’s only traumatic from our past! Yay, 🎉. But I’m like 100% sure I was some sorta other fictive before I became who you know and love, I think Dex Hamilton lol or Geronimo Stilton actually? But now I’m just me another fictional character of some kind lol.

1- again, real.

2- ONE TIME, Theodore switched in. And he was speaking how he always does like a know it all, and made a comment on something and just my dad got upset for some reason idk I can’t remember the whole exchange I was Co-front but I remember NOTHING else.

4- yeah, like I keep saying I’m actually not the original host, (I’m like the 3rd or something) and I use my name for all things NOT legally related. And my mom keeps like saying “WTF why are you putting in a fake name into this thing that needs your real name???” And I’m like. “Oh yeah, that’s not my legal name. Whoops! I just was doing it for privacy reasons :)” “(insert legal name) COME ON YOU CANNOT BE DOING THIS!” “Okay.” But same thing happens with Lena and poppie lol. We just forget lol.

1- totally Quinn, love her.

2- me and all of our current friends honestly, fun fact our previous host was TERRIBLE at friendship and stuff. I am much better so yay.

4- okay it’s like I remember some parts of poppie’s traumatic past but then She doesn’t remember my traumatic past, same with Lena’s and crimsons stuff too. We all remember certain periods but completely different things, I pop remember all the main traumatic things. Lena remembers the verbal and emotional abuse related to CLEANING yes this is real and yes it randomly kicks in everytime we do something bad. And poppie has like animal abuse/death/mistreatment trauma not due to like our life day to day life mostly but internet animal death videos (fun fact for all of the internets existence you have never needed to censor animal gore or death! Because the censors usually don’t care half the time.) like I have one weird fuzzy memory of a puppy being stomped so like imagine stuff along those lines. And crimson has just so much gore memories, I don’t know why she doesn’t either but it happened and like it keeps popping back up and well it sucks because like I never even remembered it and then like out of nowhere a trigger appears and wow look it’s the gore memories again. Though this also just applies to everything in general I remember some parts they remember the others, that why we now keep a little travel notebook or it just disappears the memories I mean.

5- no real, as said before we have all the L’s in a side/sub? System and they just exist. And then there’s like 7 fragments that also exist and like they are there lol.

1- this one is literally me and poppie, and also me and Lena. I hate pork it makes me wanna vomit and also seafood in general but Lena? No qualms she loves it, but my family is always confused about like “hey why aren’t you eating the pork? You literally ate it last time no problem?” Turns out Lena has taken over for me on multiple occasions so I don’t starve lol, very sweet of her but it still makes me wanna vomit and so I usually never get pork stuff. Me and poppie on the other hand we fight about having the vegan option everytime we go out, yes not a lie this is real. So we always fight about it too, and like I don’t want to starve and our family hates veganism so like it’s just one of those things yk? Anyway there are some things we all agree we hate and that’s olives lol, because the OG host (whoever that was??) is just revolted on a level that extends to all of us I also think trauma reasons too which is something. But it’s weird.

2- no one knows, literally no one. Only like 5 people use simply plural the rest like leave random notes or write really random stuff and it’s just like “oh look I remember NOTHING from this time. And also look there’s a fricking note from someone new or old who knows idk.” Everytime. But it’s fine I guess lol it happens sometimes.

3- it’s fricking crimson, honestly or like literally no joke Emily. (Emily is an original character of ours they just are not their source though, mostly because we changed the characters name and back story like 7 times. But Emily knows something and I don’t know what..) but crimson is just so random like I made up her character “ah a nice DC character OC that has blood and stuff as a power” “hello” “NO WAY” anyway weird to say the least it’s also kinda funny because crimson and jokey are like full on sisters lol.

4-we have half the batfam as introjects and jokey/crimson who kinda are if you took joker and split him into his base components and made him actually loveable and stuff. And Batman is also there, I am not looking forward to when they finally meet.

5-always, but it usually is me and Lena arguing over how to start cleaning or doing some kind of work, we end up reaching a stalemate half the time and just doing the thing through spite. But the other times it’s happy.

synodic system bingo ive been awake for 22 hours enjoy

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#-pop #BINGO #bingo card #bingo game

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timetower18 · 2 years ago

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Burnt Butterfly [ Episode 2 ]

The new episode come out! I hope you still like it until the end🎩

[weird new friends]

It was afternoon. It was still raining. The bus, finally reached to a crystal building. It was surrounded with trees and forest. It had a big yard and library; with a high wall around the building, too. Geronimo watched the view from bus’s window.

“It must be [Crystal’s Community] ...” Geronimo whispered. He was heard a little about there from his grandfather. Crystal’s Community maybe was been good place, Based on William Stilton explanations. But Geronimo was not sure by now.

The bus stopped. All of the passengers leaved the bus quickly. Geronimo came out as the last one. Everyone was happy and jolly in the yard. But Geronimo wasn’t happy at all. He wanted his old life… this place was strange for him.

“Guess whose family threw him away! AHAHAHAH! Welcome to the house of peace!” He was a tall frog with a thin mustache, he wore a gray suit and had a Tie with the German flag color. And now, he causes his high, was the bow on Geronimo.

“I not sure a-about t-that…” Geronimo was shaking full of fear.

“How was the road, anyways?” the frog asked with a little smile.

“Terrible… I guess.” Geronimo whispered.

“If you were brave enough, you wouldn't be here now.” The frog got a scary smirk.

When he drowned our mouse in sadness and fear; it was looks like he back to the life again.

“Attention; please!” The frog shouted. Now everyone was listen to him.

“I’m Nicky Flippers. The manager of Crystal’s Community. I hope you can help me to give a good end to any of the stories.”

“Yeah!” The crowd shouted.

“By now, it better going to the main hall and get your stuff from Rana! I wish a good luck for any of you!” Nicky finished his introduction with these sentences.

Every character gone into the building; But Geronimo stepped slowly, he felt like he falling in a big hole. Suddenly, his ears were draw up. He stopped on his place; Someone was fallowing him.

“I – I know you are here! What do you want?” Geronimo got his suitcase tighter.

Brambles around him was shake. A little bird with black suit and tie been among them. He came closer when Geronimo stepped back slowly. His eyes completely been black and empty…

“Bird boy.”

“What….?”

“Do have any brain…? I told you my name!”

“A-And why?”

“Because I want to be your friend, silly!”

“thanks but I don’t want to… “Geronimo was robbing his arm.

On that moment, they heard sound of battel. It seemed they beating a poor character. He was crying very loud.

“Ah, Not again!” Bird boy said, and ran to the sounds.

Not very far away from them, some demons -teenager were beating a young demon. He had long horns, tired eyes and not really short olive hair. His black suit and red tie had been tear apart, all his face colored with blood and his tears.

“Let him go. Now!” When Bird boy reached to them, said that.

“what a good joke to you, Sullivan! A little bird will protect you!” One of the demons said that. They laugh louder and were beating the poor Sullivan faster and heavier.

“stop it now; or I’ll tear apart your body!” Bird boy said it with anger. Demons stopped attack and looked at that young bird.

“it seems that someone want to die today!” the demons let the Sullivan go and came closer to the Bird boy.

“Stop!!!” Geronimo reached himself to the battel.

“let’s to be good friends together, Ok? The killing each other doesn’t have price!!!” Geronimo shouted with fear.

“Ow… He wants to everyone to be friendly! What a useless b*tch! I’ll cry for your ass!” one of demons said it.

“but he right. It doesn’t have price.” Another demon said that. And then all of them left that place.

“see? That’s why I said to you to being friends together. You can’t stay alive in this hell on your own.” Bird boy said. But Geronimo didn’t have an answer for that.

he kneeled affront of Sullivan. he Took his hand, for checking his health.

“Are you alright?” Geronimo asked with stress.

“arigato!!!!” Sullivan hugged Geronimo’s hand.

“Wh-What…?” Geronimo’s tail was draw up.

“It means thank you.” Bird boy explained.

“You are too good! I want to we being friends!” Now Sullivan hugged all Geronimo’s body. He was crying with happiness.

“if you really want to… of course…” Geronimo smiled at him. And this was the start of his life in Crystal’s Community. ----- to be continues

#geronimo stilton #fanfic #multifandom fanfiction #hoodwinked #obsolete dream #sullivan obsolete dream #bird boy #bird boy and the lost children #burnt butterfly

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i-am-baechu · 3 years ago

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Title: Geronimo | ♞ | | ♚ | | ♛ |

Paring: Min Yoongi x reader

Genre: Idol au, mystery au, opposites attract au, music store manger au, Sherlock au (?), romance, smut and fluff

Summary: A talkative violinist and a music store manager catches Yoongi’s eye but realizes she's the complete opposite of him. Loud and energetic was something he would never describe himself and it was something he never looked for in a person; but meeting her changed his whole perspective on people. When a piece of her scrapbook lands in his hands he learns more about her and the adventure that he never knew he needed.

Warnings: Character death, obsessive behavior from a character, sex scene, yelling/fighting, and pregnancy

Author’s note: Sorry for the late story but this is now the longest one shot I have ever written. I listened to You Are My Everything by Davichi and Love Sight by TXT. I hope you like it!!! I was also watching BBC Sherlock as I wrote this so, thats where the mystery aspect came from!

The night sky cascaded around the country and the stars shined bright for everyone to see. The coldness of the air felt the same inside Yoongi’s studio at the Bighit building. His black sweater made him unaware of the low temperature or even how it was continuing to lower by the passing minute.

“Hyung!! Why are you always in your studio?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he took off his headphones to stare at Jimin with an annoyed look, “I told you guys I would be busy today.”

“But we have a small break and you're working. We barely got breaks and we were thinking of having dinner together, it involves drinking.”

“You guys can go, I’ll go next time.”

Jimin crossed his arms and leaned against the door frame with an annoyed look, “You said that last time but here you are working. It’s one dinner, come on.”

Yoongi placed the headphones on the table as he gave Jimin his full attention, he sounds like my wife, “Fine. I’ll go.”

“Really!? Oh, we’ll have-”

“I only said yes so you can leave me alone.”

Jimin stared at him with his mouth opened as he raised his eyebrow, “I take back my excitement for you coming. We’ll be waiting for you downstairs.”

Yoongi nodded his head and turned back to his computer as he ignored his goodbyes. He started typing away on his keyboard as his headphones were on the edge of the table. After rereading his email, Yoongi sent the email and let out a deep sigh as he looked up at his ceiling. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket and took out his phone to see Namjoon’s name.

Hurry up. We’re hungry. - Namjoon

He put his phone back in his pocket and pushed out his chair to leave the room but when he did this the headphone cord broke in half. When he took off his headphones to talk to Jimin, he didn’t notice the cord was wrapped around his chair legs and now they were broken. He looked down at the cord with an annoyed look to see some of the wires hanging out, How hard did I push out for the cord to be this broken. He ran his fingers through his dark locks as he looked at the now broken headphone, “Fuck.”

He took his phone and went to check the app of his favorite music store and was in luck, Wireless headphones next week on sale for 50% off. If you're a member of our premium membership they will be 65% off. This is the kick off of the many sales for the month of December next week, get ready to save more and make more music with us at Sissi’s.

He let out a deep sigh as he carefully unplugged the broken headphones from his computer and put them on his desk. He felt his phone buzz again and didn’t bother to check it knowing it was either Namjoon or Seokjin but as his phone kept buzzing he knew it was Jin. He got up from his chair and shut off the lights in his studio to finally go to the front where the rest of his members were waiting for him. He put his hands in his sweatshirt pockets and saw his members looking at him with an annoyed look.

“Hey.”

Taehyung looked at him with a glare and shook his head, “What were you doing to be so late?”

“Breaking my shit. Let's go before I change my mind.”

He walked past his members to wait outside as they all watched him with raised eyebrows, “At least we get dinner now.”

“Hobi don’t act happy right now, it's annoying.”

“You're just hungry Tae, let's go for dinner. It’ll be fun”

The group headed to this restaurant (Yoongi was too focused on thinking about his headphones to hear the name) that was new and Jin recommended it to them saying he heard great reviews especially the music there. The group entered the room and saw that it was low-lit and there were laternes all over the room making it look more romantic than a hang out. They entered a booth that was on the second floor for special guests or idols and looked at the menu.

All his bandmates were talking to one another as Yoongi scanned the menu with annoyance when suddenly a violin caught his attention. Luckily he was sitting at the end of the booth that made him face the main floor and he leaned his head into the walkway to see a young woman playing the violin. The melody that echoed throughout the restaurant was peaceful but it wasn’t overly happy. He watched her move side to side as she played and a small smile was placed on his face seeing this. Just then the other instruments entered the song but the other instruments went silent to him and closed his eyes listening to the beautiful violin playing.

“Hyung, did you order?”

He snapped out of his trance and looked at Jungkook with a raised eyebrow, “I’ll just have whatever you're having.”

He stood up from the table and went towards the ledge to get a better look at her. She was smiling at the tables in front of her and smiling at the many waiters that walked past her. The song continued for another few minutes and when it was over he watched her wave at the others leaving the stage. His eyes widened and was about to head downstairs when he heard his name from his leader and knew he couldn’t go.

He went back to sit down and felt eyes on him, “What?”

“You were leaning on the railing watching the band play. Why?”

“I just liked how it sounded...”

She walked through the back saying her goodnights to the cooks and took at her phone texting her roommate, Elisabeth!! It was so busy tonight, so many rich folk in one room. Made me want to steal a fork.

Y/N don’t do that. Be careful driving back!!

I will don’t worry

She shut off her phone and walked towards her car with her violin in her hand and her other hand in her sweater pocket. She unlocked her car and put her violin in the passenger seat as she looked at it with a sad look. She let out a deep sigh and started her car to go home after the long night.

Y/N woke up the next morning with Elisabeth singing in the kitchen making breakfast for the two of them. It was an early start of the day because Sophia (owner of Sissi’s) texted them to come in earlier than everyone to organize the albums and look over the headphone inventory for the sale next week. Even though Y/N had the day off, she volunteered to come in to help because she didn’t trust Sophia alone with Elisabeth. She got out of her bed and put her hair in a messy bun and put on her sweater to head out for breakfast. She entered the kitchen to see Elisabeth already dressed in her outfit for work, something that made Y/N jealous (the art of getting up early and being ready early).

She sat at the table with her forehead on the table as she started to hit her head softly, “I hate Sophia so much.”

“There there, Y/N. Maybe a good breakfast can make you feel better.”

“I just wanted to watch The Great British Bake Off. I was on bread week, do you know how important that is for the show? I need to know who does a good job this week, Beth. That evil witch always ruins everything for me.”

Elisabeth let out a small laugh and put the plate of pancakes on the table with orange juice as she gently rubbed her back, “You can find out tonight. I’ll watch it with you. I also want to know who stays.”

“It was supposed to be my day off but I be damn if Sophia is mean to you. I guess bread week can wait. Ohh, blueberry pancakes. Is it because I burned them last week, are you trying to show me up?”

“Shut up. How was the band last night?”

Y/N poured herself a glass of orange juice as she let a smile escape, “It was a full house. It was so fun, Linda showed me a new score she wrote herself on her cello and it was amazing. I wish you could’ve heard it.”

“How's your score going?”

“Don’t get me started. I keep restarting it and it's getting annoying. Hopefully I can get it down before Christmas or even New Years at this point.”

“I know you can do it. You’ve done it before, you can do it again.”

The two continued to eat their breakfast as they listened to the light rain outside in the early morning and the quietness of their radio made the atmosphere feel peaceful. After eating, Y/N went back inside her room to get changed for the day and went through her colorful cardigans. She settled on a pastel rainbow cardigan with a white turtleneck underneath with ripped flare jeans and white boots that her mother gifted her for Christmas. She put a white headband in her hair and headed to Elisabeth’s room to see her laying down on her phone watching something that sounded familiar.

“Hey you said we can watch it tonight!”

Elisabeth jumped up on her bed with her hand on chest as she glared at Y/N, “You don’t have to be so loud... I just wanted a sneak peak.”

“No, I didn’t have a sneak peak which means you don’t get one. That’s not fair.”

“Fine, we both can suffer. Shall we go, your car or mine?”

“I lost my keys last night after I fell asleep in my room, so, your car.”

“How do you lose your keys?”

“A good question that deserves an answer but not now. Let's go before Sophia calls me, it’s too early to hear her voice.”

The two made their way to Sissi’s and every time Y/N made her way to the store, she remembered her father always visiting the place when the owner was Mr. Hamish but he sadly passed away and Sophia saw her opportunity to buy the store. Sophia bought the store and that was the last time he ever visited it. She remembers seeing Sophia when she was younger, she would always try to talk to her and her mother but her father made sure she left before she said something that would be upsetting.

She didn’t even know how Sophia knew her father and mother but she never asked them after seeing the distress she caused. She still remembers seeing her at the funeral and how her mother yelled at her for even thinking she would be welcomed there. On the first day of her job, Sophia had it out for her but she never understood why. Instead she gave the woman a harder time especially when she was being mean to Elisabeth.

The two arrived at the music store to see the streets empty and the cafe down the street wasn’t even open. She usually saw the cafe lights on when she came in for work but like her mind right now it was dormant. Y/N took out her keys for the store with annoyance and when the door opened she realized that Sophia wasn't even there like she said she would but she had low expectations towards the owner.

She turned on the lights and looked at all the vinyls and looked at Elisabeth with a small smile, “I’ll check the second floor just in case anyone broke in or something.”

“I’ll enter our codes for our shift.”

“Thank yooouu.”

Before she went up the stairs, she turned on the ceiling fans and the heater in the back like how Sophia wanted it. She walked up the stairs as she glanced at the many music posters on the walls that Mr. Hamish got it from his travels. She turned on the lights for the guitar room and glanced at one black guitar that was in the corner with a small smile. She walked back downstairs to see Elisabeth taking a note out of the register, “Sophia said she wants us to go through the vinyls and make sure the guitars are all clean. She wants you to go through the headphone inventory for next week's sale and she wants us to open at nine today instead of eight.”

“Of course she gave me the hardest task. Why would she want us to open at nine though?”

“Maybe because there's more people at nine?”

“I think she's doing this so we can have less hours today because she texted me last night to close at seven today instead of nine and to take an hour break each.”

“Maybe she wants us to be more relaxed?”

“Her being nice is impossible, Beth. I’ll be in the back if you need anything.”

Walking into the practice room was the only way Yoongi got his peace (besides the gym but he didn’t feel like going there right now). He sat on the floor with his earbuds blasting music as he leaned his head against the mirror. After yesterday the only thing that he could think of was the girl playing the violin and the melody. He couldn't get it out of his head and the way she looked playing the violin was something he couldn’t forget either. She was in a simple white dress with lace and her hair was in a low ponytail but the dress made her look angelic to him. It was strange to experience these feelings especially since he doesn’t like someone that quickly or so he thought. It took him a long time to even like his members but here he is thinking of a girl that he didn’t even know the name of.

He heard the door open and looked up to see Hoseok walk in with snapback and his ussal baggy clothes and his big smile. Hoseok tilted his head at him shocked to see him there, “Wasn’t expecting you here, is everything alright?”

“I’m annoyed.”

“What did Jungkook do?”

Yoongi looked up from his phone and watched Hoseok put his bag down near the door, “Wish he did something so I could have a reason to be annoyed.”

Hoseok went to sit next to him and gave him a worried look, “What’s up then?”

“Violin”

“What?”

Yoongi sighed as he brought his hand to run his fingers through his hair in frustration and took out his earbuds putting them back in the case, “When we went to the restaurant yesterday.”

“Oh, the band. You really liked them yesterday but why is it bothering you?”

“The violinist played this melody and I can’t get it out of my head. She looked so happy playing it. It was peaceful but it wasn't too happy, it was honestly perfect.”

Hoseok smirked at this and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, “So it’s a girl that’s on your mind.”

“Is that all you heard? But yes I guess...”

“That’s good, I don’t think you have ever had an interest in a girl since we became a band. Isn’t this a good thing?”

“Is it a good thing? I don’t even know her name. Isn’t that creepy thinking of someone who you don’t even know?”

Hoseok let go of his shoulder and pushed him slightly, “I mean depends on what you're thinking of, what are you thinking of?”

“Her smile and how happy she looked playing.”

“See that’s sweet. If you see her again, go talk to her or get her attention. You never know what will happen in this universe.”

Today was going to be good for Y/N, it has to be. After a week of Sophia giving her tasks that was meaningless ( Changing the nails for the posters because they were black not silver, organizing the vinyls by color but then told her to put it back to what it was before, yelling at her if the heater was over 74, and the register not being polished). Today was the day of buying gifts and forgetting the bad week she had or at least trying to forget it. Even Elisabeth was tired of Sophia’s actions towards the duo, everyone else at work didn’t get the same treatment making Y/N more curious at the reason why Sophia hated her so much. All she ever does is do the tasks that she gave her but it was never enough. She wanted to ask her mother about it but she didn’t want to cause any distress towards her.

She was going to get her little sister those pink headphones, something she's been asking her mother for years. She was also going to get a black guitar that made her think of her father making it the perfect gift. She put on her white cardigan on top of her white tank top and went to grab Elisabeth’s lunch that she forgot from the fridge. She stood in the kitchen trying to figure out if she had everything before leaving but was cut off with her phone buzzing.

“Elisabeth? I was just heading down there.”

“I’m sorry but someone is looking into the guitar you want. I keep showing him other guitars but it’s no use. Hurry before he buys it.”

“Ah, that’s not good. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Don’t get a speeding ticket again, Y/N.”

“I’ll try my best.”

She put her phone in her pocket and let out a deep sigh as she scratched the back of her neck with annoyance. She grabbed everything she needed and headed out the door, I put that guitar in the back for a reason, Sophia probably saw me looking at it. Bitch...

Yoongi held the guitar as his other hand had the black wireless headphones he wanted. All morning, the worker was showing him other guitars but he had his eyes on this one for awhile now, seeing it in person solidified it. He was walking around the store looking at the random vinyles when he heard the door opened. He looked up and his eyes widened when he saw the girl that's been on his mind for a week. He watched her move her way through the room and saw her go up to the worker as they started to talk to each other. He felt his palms getting sweaty and he sent the guitar down to wipe them off his black sweater without taking his eyes off of her. When he saw her turning around to look at him, he quickly went to look through the vinyls that were in front of him. He heard soft footsteps coming towards him but he didn’t look up until he heard a voice, “Ohhh, I like that section too. The vinyls have cool pictures on them, I wish I could take pictures like that.”

He looked up to see the girl that's been on his mind had her head tilt as her hair cascaded down her shoulder. He noticed that she had two dimples on her face making her look even cuter, “Ummm, yeah.”

She pursed her lips and stared at him with big eyes making him feel nervous, “Not much of a talker are you? That’s alright cause I am. Are you going to buy that guitar?”

He glanced down at the said guitar with a raised eyebrow and nodded his head, “Yeah...I’ve had my eye on it for a while...”

She nodded her head and went down to look at the guitar, “Can I take a picture of the tag so I can look it up when I get home?”

“Ummm...sure.”

She gave him a small smile and took a picture like she said she would. She got up with her arms across her chest as she stared at him with a soft smile, “If I’m going to be honest, I was going to come down here and jump you for taking the guitar I wanted but then I saw how cute you were I changed my mind.”

His mouth dropped when he heard this and shook his head as he let out a small chuckle, “You were going to jump me?”

“Yeah...not the craziest thing I’ve done.”

“Do you want it?”

She scoffed and shook her head, “Don’t make things easier for me...I mean I would snatch it but again you look cute holding it so, this is your lucky day.”

“What's your name?”

“Are you going to ask for the manager because if you are here I am.”

“No, I want to know the name of the person that keeps calling me cute.”

She let out a small laugh as she leaned against the table as she gave him a mischievous smile, “Y/N. What's your name stranger?”

“Yoongi.”

“Ohh, I like that name. It fits you.”

He bit his lip and looked away for a second as he felt flustered from her constant flattering. He looked back at her with a nervous smile as she raised her eyebrow, “And...I like your name too...it fits...”

She snorted at this and went through the vinyls until she found the one she was looking for and handed it towards him, “Tell the girl at the register that you don’t need to pay for this.”

“And why is that?”

“Because I want you to have it. Maybe it will be the thing that draws you back here so I can see your cute face.”

He let out a small cough as his face slightly flushed and took the vinyl out of her hand, “It's classical music?”

“Yeah, it's perfect to relax to.”

“Do you think I need to relax?”

“No, but I want you to think of me when you do.”

She gave him a wink and walked away towards the front of the store as he continued to stare at the spot she was in. He looked back to see her already looking at him with a cute smile. The light from outside outlined her body perfectly making him swallow his spit out of nervousness at how heavenly she looked. She gave him a small wave as she headed towards the next room for the headphone sales or what he assumed she was going to. He shook his head and headed towards the register, “I guess this is for free?”

“No worries, I heard everything. You know this is one of her favorites...she likes classical music, so heads up for the next time you talk to her.”

“Right.”

As he drove back to the apartment complex, his mind drifted back to Y/N. He really did like the name especially on her, it made her strong and soft at the same time. He remembered the night he first saw her and how effortless she made it look playing the violin. She looked even more beautiful up close but he would never say that out loud. He parked the car and headed up but he kept glancing down at the guitar with a guilty face. She wanted the same guitar but she gave it to him. He didn’t really fight her on it because he felt so flustered towards her and she wasn’t making it easy to fight.

When he entered the apartment his group members were waiting for him in excitement in fourier. He gave them an annoyed look and let out a sigh, “What do you guys want?”

“Hyung, we were just shocked to see you come home. It’s been awhile.”

He nodded his head at Jungkook as he walked around the group ignoring the stares, “How was the music store?”

When he heard the question he stopped in his tracks as he felt his face turning red, he let out a small cough and looked back at Hoseok over his shoulder, “It-it was fine.”

“Ohhh, he stuttered. What happened?”

He walked in the living room putting the guitar case on the coffee table with the bag that had his headphones and the vinyl, “Nothing...why would you think something happened?”

“Because you stuttered. Was it a girl, hyung?”

He rolled his eyes at Jimin as he bit his lip, “No...”

“So it was a girl!! HYUNG HAS A GIRL!!”

“Tae, don’t yell!”

He shook his head as he grabbed his things heading towards his room ignoring the yells for him. He closed the door as he leaned against the door letting a sigh escape. He went towards the record player in his room that Jin got for his birthday and placed the disk inside. He listened to the piano and violin with a smile but the violin that was playing could never meet her level in his mind.

The restaurant was lively on the night after meeting Y/N at the music store. Yoongi sat in the front where the band was performing. He told his members that he was going out with his friends for dinner and not to wait for him. He wore a simple white shirt and tan trench coat with a black bucket hat, he told the owner that he wanted to sit in the front but to make sure that no one was next to him (making sure he kept his identity on the down low). He scrolled through his phone reading random tweets from fans and emails from the staff.

It wasn’t until a waiter told him the band was showing up that he looked up with anticipation. There she was with her hair in a half up and half down with a small clip to keep it in place, a white silk dress with off the shoulders sleeves and dark red lips that capture his eyes. He watched her move up to the stage and her eyes landed on him, she tilted her head trying to figure out who he was but she turned around when her name was called.

She grabbed her violin and looked out into the restaurant with a small smile and she started playing. He watched her move her body like she did that night and a smile appeared on his face. He watched her eyes close as she played a new melody that still made him invested in what she was playing. Tonight’s melody was more uplifting with a hint of melancholiness but it still made him feel at peace. When she opened her eyes she looked at him with a smile but her eyes widened when he pulled down his mask to show her who he was. She continued to play but her eyes never left him and the smile on her face only became bigger.

When the song was over she bowed to the audience and to her bandmates as she made her way to him with an excited look, “I wasn’t expecting you here.”

“My friends told me there was a talented violinist playing and I wanted to see for myself.”

He got up from his chair and pulled out a chair for her as she sat in it. The low lit lights made her jewelry sparkle even more and her skin looked softer, “I hope I lived up to that.”

“You did perfect.”

“I looked up your name when I got home. I knew you sounded familiar, Suga.”

He rolled his eyes as he brought the glass of wine up to his mouth, “Don’t call me that. I prefer you saying my real name.”

“Okay, Yoongi. Whatever you say. Did you like the vinyl?”

“I actually did, it was peaceful like you said. You should order something, you must be hungry from working.”

She gave him a small smile and gently shook her head, “No, I don’t feel like paying for things right now.”

“Who said you were going to pay?”

“Yoongi, I don’t want you to pay for my meal.”

“Well, I want to pay for it. This wine is good, you should try it.”

He ignored the shake of her head and handed her a menu, “I got the fried pork, it's good.”

“I thought you had never been here before? Were you lying?”

He let out a small cough and rolled his eyes, “I heard it was good. What are you getting?”

“I don’t know why you think I’m going to order something.”

“Then I guess I'll feed you.”

She let out a small sigh and opened the menu, “Fine...I like champagne more. It's more bubbly and it's fun to drink.”

“You're drinking it, why would it be fun?”

“Everything should be fun.”

They ate their dinners and talked for the rest of the night. Yoongi admits that he doesn’t remember the last time he smiled so much or even laughed. Just from one dinner he knew she was a flirt, she was very similar to Jimin but she was also shy at the same time. After two sips of champagne her face was flushed but she wasn’t drunk or buzzed. She explained that drinking just made her feel hotter but she's fine. In his mind she was buzzed but she was very adamant making him nod his head at her.

He walked her towards her car and gave her a small smile, “When do you work at the music store?”

“I will work tomorrow. Will I see you there?”

“Yeah, there's this manager that I want to talk to.”

She gave him a smile and hit his shoulder, “I’ll see you then.”

Before she opened her car door, she turned around and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek as he stood there in shock. When she leaned back brought her finger up and gently tapped his nose. He raised his eyebrow as he touched his cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He watched her drive off with his gummy smile showing as he repeated the tap on his nose with a small chuckle. He walked back to his car as he was excited to see her again tomorrow.

December tenth, today was the day he was going to ask Y/N for a lunch date or a date in general; officially. After first meeting her at the music and the dinner, almost everyday he would show up to see her and talk to her. At first, he thought he was being creepy but she reassured him that she wanted to talk to him just as much as he wanted to talk to her. In the past weeks, Yoongi has learned a lot of her quirks in a short amount of time. When she's thinking she purses her lips and stares off into space, rubs her eyes when she's tired, and puffs up her cheeks at random times. Also the main thing he noticed was how talkative she was with him and how he was grateful towards her for not being bothered with his slientness. He was happy with how fast they clicked with each other, just last weekend he went over to her apartment to watch The Great British Bake Off. Even though he didn’t know what was happening in the episode, he was happy to see her look so happy.

Today, she texted him that the store was basically empty and it was the perfect time for their daily conversations. He arrived at the store with a plastic bag filled with her favorite food and took a deep breath. He entered the store but was met with Sophia glaring at Y/N. He assumed that they were in a heated argument as they didn’t even hear the small bell chimed. He went inside the hallway for the headphone room to stay clear of Sophia’s wrath. Especially all the stories that Y/N and Elisabeth have told him, he didn’t want to make things worse for Y/N.

“What does he have anything to do with this? All I asked is if I can have Christmas Eve off because my mother is sick.”

“Your mother can wait for you like how other families have to wait on Christmas Eve.”

“You're ignoring my question, why did you bring up my father?”

“Your father was an expert at making people wait, now it's your mothers turn to wait. A inconsiderate man-”

“DON’T TALK ABOUT HIM LIKE THAT!”

“Why? He's dead anyways, there isn’t anything he can do about it. Get back to work now.”

He heard footsteps heading up the stairs and Y/N’s heavy breathing echoing through the quiet room. He poked his head out to make sure Sophia was truly gone as he saw Y/N’s shoulder moving up down and hands clenched in a fist.

“Y/N...”

She turned around to see Yoongi standing there with a plastic bag and a frown, “Did you hear that?”

“Sorry...I didn’t mean to listen in.”

She took a deep sigh and walked towards him as she looked down at the floor to see the pages of scrapbook scattered on the floor, “Sorry for the mess...she saw my scrapbook and went to throw it away but I grabbed it from her before she could...she's so annoying.”

He bent down and took a look at one of the pages with a small smile, “Did you draw this?”

She walked towards him and looked down at the page to see a small garden in the corner, “Oh hell no. It's just a cool sticker to make it look like I drew it. Thank you for thinking I’m so talented.”

“You're welcome...let me help you.”

She gave him a smile as he bent down to pick up another page. She sat down as she grabbed the binding and started putting the pages back in place as she glanced at him to see how focused he was, cute. She picked up a certain page and smiled, “You like music sheets?”

“I work with them sometimes, they're cool to look at.”

She let out a small laugh and took the pages out of his hand as she placed a page in his hand, “I want you to have this...It’s my dad’s favorite song and I want my dad to see my new favorite thing now, you.”

He stared at her and then back at the page, “Are-are you sure?”

“Consider it a Christmas gift and it also gives you a hint for your real Christmas gift...”

“We’ve only known each other for three weeks and you already got me a Christmas gift?”

“When you say it like that it sounds creepy...”

He folded the paper to put it in his sweater pocket as his eyes widened when he realized she was slightly hurt by what he said and shook his head, “No, no I didn’t mean it like that. I was just surprised... Why does Sophia treat you like that?”

“I wish I knew...She always brings up my dad which is weird cause I have no knowledge of her knowing him. I mean she is a witch so...”

He let out a small chuckle as he pushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she stared at him with a small smile, “You don’t deserve to get treated like that.”

“Maybe in my past life I did something bad but nothing evil.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I did really something evil I wouldn't have been able to meet you.”

He smiled at her as she returned it but he broke it to look down at the page in his hand. He tilted his head in curiosity at the song, “What's the song?”

“It's called Geronimo. My dad would play it all the time as he drove me to highschool.”

They both stood up as he stared at her with a frown, “When did he pass away?”

“I was eighteen. It was so sudden too. You could imagine the shock when a healthy person passes away.”

“I’m so sorry that Sophia brings it up...have you ever asked your mother why?”

“I should but I don’t want to cost her any more stress in her life. She already has my younger sister to take care of. I don’t want to barge in and ask questions about a witch.”

“That’s a good point. Maybe look around the house to see if you see anything with Sophia’s name?”

“I want to but I’m also scared to do that but it's gotten to the point with Sophia that...I feel like I have no choice. Oh, I forgot to ask Yoongi, Did you want to do something? You have a plastic bag. Are there gifts in the bag?”

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I picked up some sandwiches so we can have lunch together.”

“Awww, that's so sweet. I actually have my lunch now. Do you want to go to the river and eat or do you have other plans?”

“That’s actually where I wanted to take you.”

“Perfect.”

“Are you going to clock out? I can wait-”

“No. Sophia can figure out I left and take the time out herself.”

They left the store and Yoongi stared at her hand next to him with a shy glance. He wanted to grab her hand but he thought it was inappropriate especially after what she's been through today. They sat down on the ground making sure they were hidden from the public but the perfect spot for the sunset. She opened the box of food with a smile, “Wow, look at you remembering what I like.”

“It's easy to remember when it's my favorite too.”

“I was giving you a compliment, take it.”

“If you want me to take it then I guess I'll take it.”

He looked at her with a smile and shook his head at her. Maybe next week I can ask her...

Two weeks and Yoongi couldn’t find the time to ask her the question that he wanted to ask because he was busy with work. He texted her almost everyday but it wasn’t the same. The others made fun of him for being so whipped already but he ignored them. She asked him if he wanted to go to her family’s Christmas party and accepted it. He heard a lot about her family and how her little sister, Gisela, was a big fan of BTS, especially Yoongi. He was dressed in a simple black sweater with a black trench coat waiting for her outside of her apartment to drive to her Mother’s house.

He watched her walk outside and his whole face lifted when he saw her. She was wearing a dark red ruffled mini dress that had a sweetheart neckline but she was wearing a white turtleneck underneath and a tan trench coat. She had her hair in two buns with two red bows in the center of the buns. He let out a small chuckle when he saw her red and green bell earrings but he ignored the constant ringing from them. He got out of the car as he stood in front of her with a smile, “You look...you look great.”

“You look great too Yoongi. I’m cold. Can we go in the car?”

He nodded his head and went to the passenger side carefully not to fall in the snow and opened the door for her. He gently took her hand to help her walk through the snow and helped into his car as she watched him with a flushed face. When he closed the door, he let out a deep sigh and to get rid of the nerves and went to the driver side. When he got in the car, he turned his heater up higher for her and leaned back to grab something from the back. She watched him from the mirror but shrugged her shoulders. The next thing she knew, she had a bouquet of red roses in her lap and a Christmas card.

“I know you said Merry Christmas to me but I wanted to get you something.”

She brought the roses up to her nose and looked at him, “I forgot to tell you, I’m allergic to them.”

“What!? Oh my god, I didn’t know-”

“I’m joking. I love them so much and I love the card. Frosty the snowman looks so cute like you.”

He stared at her with a shocked face and shook his head, “Don’t joke about that especially with your health history.”

She rolled her eyes and put her seatbelt on as she took off her shoes to sit criss cross in the seat, “My feet are so cold hopefully the seat can warm me up.”

“They should. Are you ready?”

She nodded her head and she watched him put the car in reverse but one hand was on the wheel as he looked behind him with his hand on the back of her headrest. She looked up to see him biting his lip as he was focusing on getting out of the parkway but she couldn’t help to focus on his lips. She watched him drive the car with one hand and let out a small cough to look outside the window. He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow, “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah...”

The car ride there was filled with Y/N putting on Christmas songs and singing them as Yoongi watched from the corner of his eyes. He smiled at her when she was using her shoe as a microphone and her messing up the words but saying the song is wrong. He parked in front of the house and glanced at her, “Yoongi... I have your gift here but I also brought you here because I thought about what you said. I want you to help me go through my dad's things but I also wanted to spend more time with you since you’ve been busy.”

“I also wanted to spend more time with you and I would do anything for you to be happy.”

She gave him a mischievous look and leaned towards him making him back up slightly at the sudden movement, “Anything to make me happy? I’ll remember that.”

He watched her get out of the car as he stared at her back with a shock look but shook it off. He got out of the car fast to be by her side as she gently intertwined their fingers together as she gave him a smile, “You ready?”

“Always.”

Y/N’s mother was the opposite of her two daughters, she was more like Yoongi; quiet and said stuff when they felt like it was the right moment to say things. He sat next to her little sister who was showing him the amount of BTS albums saved on her phone and gave her a small smile. Across the room, she watched him interact with her little sister, made her heart beat faster and she imagined him with his own child. She shook her head and looked at her mother who was telling her that Gisela was entering a music program at school.

“Mama, isn’t that good for her? She feels connected to music because of dad.”

Her mother sighed and took another sip of her water, “No, no it's good..it just makes me sad that your father couldn’t see you guys achieve your dreams. It’s bittersweet.”

She gently rubbed her mother’s shoulder and kissed her forehead, “I know mama...”

Her mother shook her head and looked at Yoongi with a smile on her face, “You like him.”

“Don’t say that so loud.”

“Honey, it's obvious that boy likes you right back. I’m happy for you, he’s a gentleman.”

“Yeah, he is. Mama, I’m going to show Yoongi around the house.”

“Alright, have fun but not too much.”

“Mama I’m twenty-seven and I would never do that. Anyways, have fun talking to Aunt Sandy.”

She walked away and saw Yoongi look at her making her face flush slightly but she ignored it, “Gisela, I’m going to show Yoongi around the house okay.”

Gisela let out a small groan and stood up from the couch, “Fine but I get to talk to him at dinner.”

“You should ask him if that’s okay with him, not me.”

Yoongi got up from the couch with a small chuckle as he pulled down his shirt, “It’s fine with me Y/N.”

He put his hand out as she gently placed her hand in his as they never broke eye contact from each other. Gisela looked between them and brought her phone and snapped a picture before running away but they didn’t notice her leaving. She gently tugged him to go upstairs and headed towards her father’s study. She stopped in front of the door as Yoongi gently wrapped his arm around her waist and gently rubbed her sides, “I’ll be next to you the whole time. Don’t worry.”

“Okay...”

This was the first time her voice was soft and he let go of her waist as she opened the door quietly. She entered the room and he followed her slowly not wanting to rush her. He closed the door as he watched her look around the room with a sad smile on her face, “I haven’t been in here since I moved out. It still looks the same.”

He walked up towards her slowly and brought her into a tight hug as she cuddled her head into his chest to gain confidence to look around the room. She took a deep breath and walked away from his hug as she stared at the bookshelf, “Okay, I’m ready. There’s a secret in his cabinet, I helped him build it with my uncle when I was younger.”

She moved the stack of folders that were covered with dust and put it on the desk. She showed him the square cut in the cabinet, “I wanted a heart shape but he said no. He made it so he could hide photographs of us and his cigars. My mother hated his cigars.”

She gently took the square out and took her phone out for a flashlight. She handed the pictures to Yoongi and other papers. He looked at the younger pictures of her and smiled at it, “I like the pigtails.”

“Oh, shut up. There’s a folder in the back, can you pick me up so I can get it. It's in there deep, I didn’t even know it was this deep.”

Yoongi looked her up and down and nodded his head at her. He gently picked her up and swallowed his spit when he felt the back of her pantyhose thighs on his rough hands but he ignored it, “I found it!”

She lifted herself even more causing her skirt to go up slightly and he saw a flash of white lace but he continued to shake his head focusing on the task at hand, “You have everything?”

“Yeah you can put me down.”

He gently put her down and she showed him the water damaged folders, “It feels invasive but...why would my dad hide this?”

“To protect you maybe.”

She opened up the folder and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “Its paperwork from the bank. It looked like my dad took out a loan a year before he died, why would he do that?”

Yoongi took the paper and turned the paper around, “Y/N, I think your dad was trying to buy Sissi’s.”

She looked at the back of the paper and her mouth fell opened, “My dad was friends with Mr. Hamish and he asked my mom to marry him in the store...”

“How did your dad die exactly?”

“A heart attack, why?”

“Stress can cause a heart attack, maybe buying the store caused him to have it.”

“But how did Sophia buy the store then? Look, even Mr. Hamish wanted him to have the store.”

Yoongi looked back at the old pictures with a raised eyebrow and turned the pictures. There was a set of numbers a code of somesort, 040317, “Y/N, look at this.”

She gently took the photo out of his hand and stared at the numbers with confusion, “A six digit code...There is a safe in the back room with six digit lock but Sophia told us it was filled with old paperwork from Mr. Hamish and it didn’t matter.”

She took the photo and folded it to put it in her pocket, “We should put everything back and go back down stairs before anyone looks for us.”

They put everything back and she closed the door as she gently rubbed the dark wood. She turned around and gently grabbed Yoongi’s hand as they made their way back but before they could enter the living room, she stopped him.

“Is everything alright?”

She nodded her head and pulled him to be under the front door and gently looked up. He raised his eyebrow and looked up to see a mistletoe, “Ummm....”

“I put it up myself you know...Cause I wanted to give you a kiss... If you let me?”

His large boney hands caress at her cheeks before wrapping a hand around her neck and kissing her gently. The feeling of his lips made goosebumps appear on her skin as she let out a soft gasp from the sudden closeness of his body, It was worth the wait.

“Happy New Years Eve, Y/N!”

She gave Jin a small smile and returned the hug. She moved to the side to introduce Elisabeth, “Jin, this is my best friend and roommate, Elisabeth.”

Jin looked her up and down as his ears turned a light shade of red, “Hi-hi my name is Jin.”

“And my name is Elisabeth...”

She smirked at the scene and pushed her past Jin to get into the apartment. She leaned up to whisper in her ear, “Go get him. You deserve a better guy after the last one.”

“You think he's interested...”

“He looked you up and down love, that's a sign.”

She patted her back and moved around the room to say her hellos to each member but her eyes landed on Yoongi. He looked at her with a big smile as she ran into him to give him a tight hug and he returned it. After Christmas and their kiss, Y/N and Yoongi went on more lunch and dinner dates after Yoongi finally asked her to go on a date with him. The two also were waiting to go to the safe in the backroom but they had to wait till January because Sophia goes to Germany to visit her family every year, then the safe will be opened but for now the two were just spending time with each other.

He gently took her hand and headed out to the balcony to look at the view of the city as she glanced back at him, “Didn’t you have a music show to go to?”

“It was a pre-recording but we already sent our live video saying happy New Years to them so, nothing to worry about and plus I wanted to spend New Years with you.”

“You could’ve been in New York but you stayed here for me, makes a girl shiver from the affection.”

He pushed hair behind her hair and leaned forward to gently kiss her forehead, “I would always stay here for you.”

“Don’t let Gisela hear that, she would blame me if she couldn’t see you on tour.”

He let out a small chuckle and sat down in the lounge chair outside, “Come sit.”

“Yoongi, I’m not sitting on your lap-”

“It wouldn’t be the first time you sat on it so, what makes it different?”

She rolled her eyes as she sat on his thighs, leaning her head against his chest. She grabbed his hand and intertwined with hers, “I can’t believe it's the new year already. This past month feels like it's been two years already.”

“I couldn’t agree more, it’s amazing I've only known you a month now...Time truly goes slow.”

“Or you're just old.”

He pinched her side as she let out a small laugh, “Were the same age love, remember that.”

“Yeah but you're two months older than me, remember that, love.”

He wrapped his arms around her tighter and slapped her thigh gently, “We should head back inside for you know the countdown.”

“Oh, how exciting!! I get to be as loud as I want here since her neighbour is so far away.”

“Don’t fight Hoseok on being the loudest...I don’t want to take headache medication.”

“Oh, live a little. It's fun screaming, especially out of excitement.”

They headed back inside as she grabbed a party hat and she put it on top of his head and a matching the one on hers. She grabbed his hand and went with the other members who were standing in front of the television with excitement in the air. Elisabeth stood next to Jin as she clapped her hands slowly with the countdown and she smiled at this. She started to bounce up and down on her feet in excitement as she watched the countdown. She slowly brought her hands up and clapped loudly with Elisabeth and Hoseok. Yoongi watched her excitement and smiled with his arm crossed on his chest. She turned towards him and grabbed him to be in the middle with them.

“3.....2.......1, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!”

They all yelled as they hugged each other out of excitement and Y/N looked into his eyes with pure admiration in her eyes. They leaned in and kissed for the new year, Yoongi was excited to see what the year will bring him and her but whatever it is; he was ready.

Sophia went away, do you want to go in the back? - Y/N

Yeah, let me save this song and I’ll be over in ten minutes - My Cutie

I’ll see you there ; ) - Y/N

She put her phone in her pocket and she turned around to look at Elisabeth who was drinking her coffee in their kitchen, “Is today the day?”

“Yeah...Kinda nervous if I’m being honest. Sophia is a witch and for all I know there could be potions in there or worse a head.”

“A head? Y/N, I think you're overthinking.”

She grabbed her mug and took a sip of her tea, “You would be overthinking if you found this code in your parents house. I don’t trust Sophia, anything could be there.”

Elisabeth put her mug down and walked towards her rubbing her shoulders gently, “Yoongi will be there for you. I’m sure it will just be paperwork or even old photos...even if it's not, it will be okay no matter what.”

She gave her a small smile and nodded her head, “I’m going to add whiskey to my tea, I need it for today.”

“Please don’t get drunk.”

Elisabeth drove her to the store because her car was in the shop for her oil and she was too nervous to go by herself. When the car stopped she let out a deep sigh as she glanced at the store through the mirror. She felt Elisabeth rubbing her knee gently as she gave her a fake smile, “Y/N, it's going to be okay. You have people that care for you and will always be there for you.”

“I know...I know. I just don’t know what my dad did or was going to do. It's kinda scary to think he was doing something that could’ve caused his heart attack.”

“Yoongi will be here soon. It's going to be okay.”

“It’s going to be okay because I had whiskey.”

Yoongi entered the empty store to see Y/N at the register on her phone. She looked up and her bored expression was replaced with a wide grin, “Yoongi!”

She ran up towards him and gave him a small hug as he returned it, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, Sophia had cameras all over the store but she doesn’t know how to check them. I had one of my coworkers take a picture of me sitting at the register so I can just put that there in case she does look but she won’t.”

“Smart, let's go and then I’ll treat you with a banana nut muffin from the cafe.”

“How nice.”

She walked towards the back and opened the door to showcase the mess of the backroom. There were countless amount of shelving units that were filled with boxes with headphones, vinyles and random wires that even Y/N didn’t know what they were for, “I would say sorry for the mess but it’s not my problem, it's Sophia’s.”

He chuckled at this and headed towards the safe that she told him about. The safe itself was towards the back and if she didn’t tell him there was a safe he probably wouldn’t even notice it. The safe was on a table towards the back with boxes in front of it making it naked to the eye. They both grabbed the boxes and she wiped off the layer of dest to show him the keypad and let out a deep breathe, “Are you ready?”

“Are you asking me or yourself?”

“Both...Alright, let's go.”

She typed in 040317 slowly and she heard the safe unlock making her take a step back as she was shocked, “I’m going to be honest, I didn’t think it would work.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah...I-I just need to hype myself up to open it.”

She took another deep breath and opened the safe door in a quick manner and watched some papers fall out. She looked down and saw it was a photo of two young girls standing in front of a tree and another document. She picked up the photo and showed it to Yoongi, “Do you recognize it, Y/N?”

“Surprisingly yes, I do. It’s my grandfather's front yard. Why would Sophia be at my grandfather’s front yard?”

He looked down at the floor and picked up the document. It was a journal entry, “Y/N, we should read this...”

July 25

She always gets what she wants and it's probably because he loves her more than me. I was the one that met him first and introduced him to her and of course she took him away. Mama and papa told me that it's because she's the only child and she's used to it but I think it's because she's selfish and loves to see me suffer. David even told me he thought Charlotte was annoying...

She looked at him with a confused look, “My dad and mom’s name is David and Charlotte and judging from the writing, she was a child when she wrote it.”

“It’s clear she knew your parents when she was younger but why would she lock it away?”

“Because something happened...”

She took out more papers from the safe and handed it towards Yoongi to look through. She took a newspaper clipping and let out a small gasp, “Sophia’s parents passed away from a car accident, I never knew that.”

He showed her another document and pointed at the form, “Mr. Hamish liked Sophia at one point because she worked here and he wrote letters for her to get into college.”

“Oh no...” She showed Yoongi the paper and it was a love letter from her father to Sophia, “My father loved Sophia? This doesn’t make sense because he was in love with my mother since they were young. That's what they told me.”

“Y/N, I know you love your parents but I think you need to talk to your mother about this.”

She took the paper out of his hand and her eyes widen at what the journal entry said,

November 5

I hate David and Charlotte so much. I thought Charlotte was my friend and David actually liked me but in the end I was a joke to both of them. The joke for them to laugh out when they grow old together and the fact they thought I wouldn’t be bothered by what they did. I may have ruined Charlotte’s chance to go to her college but to pretend to like me to make me feel better was the biggest mistake they could’ve made.

“There’s only so much this can tell us. We need to talk to my mother about this because if they did what I think they did then...I don’t know how to feel towards them.”

“Are you thinking that your father pretended to like her because of what she did to your mother?”

“Yes, two wrongs don’t make a right and this is clear. I understand being angry at Sophia but there must be more to the story. How about this weekend we go to my mom’s place and ask her.”

“I think that's smart but for now we should go get that muffin and think about what happened.”

“Look at you treating me, I love to see it.”

The drive to her mothers was slow but she knew she had to ask her the questions that were on her mind. Yoongi told her the only way to know the truth is to ask the questions that were the hardest because the truth is worth it. Yoongi held her hand as he drove with one hand, something that caused her to feel warm on the inside. They parked in front of the house and she looked at him as he raised his eyebrow, “What?”

She didn’t say anything and leaned in to gently kiss him. His tongue licked at the bottom of her lip asking for her entry and she gladly accepted it. He brought his hand up and grabbed the back of her head to bring her in as close as she could without getting hurt. His slender fingers combat through her hair as she lets out a small moan. She pulled away and gave him a smile, “Thank you for being with me.”

“Always, Y/N.”

They got out of the car and the walk to the house was too fast for her as she stood at the door rubbing her arm gently, “I guess I should knock...”

“Do you want me to knock?”

“No. I’m a big girl...I think, I mean not height wise but age wise I am. Is that how it works because-”

“Y/N.”

“Right.”

Before she knocked on the door she turned to the side to look at him as he gave her a gentle nod, giving her confidence to knock on the door. Her mother opened the door and gave her a wide grin, “What a surprise! You should’ve texted me to tell me you were coming with Yoongi, I would’ve made you guys something.”

“Oh, mama you don’t have to worry. I have to ask you some things...”

Her mother tilted her head in confusion but nodded her head, “Of course sweetie, come in.”

They walked in and sat in the living room as he grabbed her hand and rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb. She glanced at him and gave him a smile but it changed when her mother sat in front of them tying her cardigan, “Is everything alright, Y/N?”

“Mom, why is there a picture of you with Sophia?”

The concern look she had on face changed into a shocked look as she leaned back into her chair, “How did you know-”

“Mom I found the picture in a safe. Sophia’s has made my life a living hell and I think it's because of you and dad, now tell me what happened.”

Her mom looked down at her feet as she let out a deep sigh and she looked up at her, “Sophia, is my cousin...you're related to her.”

She scoffed and shook her head as Yoongi continued to rub her hand, “Why would you hide this from me?”

“Because she’s the reason why your father is dead!”

“What? I saw the love letter to her from dad.”

Her mother got up from her chair and started to walk back and forth in front of them, “That letter was for me...he wanted it to be a surprise so he hid it in my notebook but Sophia asked to borrow my notebook and I gave it to her. She found the note and assumed it was for her. She became obsessed with your father to the point he asked the teachers to not sit next to or near her. He tolarted her because she was my cousin and she felt pity because her parents died so tragically. We all felt pity towards her, I did until she did what she did.”

“What did she do?”

“She realized if I left then your father would come with me or I would go with him because that was the plan. She sent a letter to the college that I wanted saying that I abused her growing up and how she almost killed herself because of it...They believed her without even talking to me because of how delicate the matter was. They told the other schools around me and I was so embarrassed that I felt bad for this person and my dreams were crushed because it was on my records. I knew I should’ve seen it coming but...”

“Mom, what do you mean you should’ve seen it coming?”

Her mother glanced at her with sad eyes as she went back to the chair, “When I was younger I had a best friend named Mary. We did everything together but Mary didn’t like Sophia, she said she made her uncomfortable. One day I left Mary in the shed to get us some water and...Sophia went outside. Sophia pushed Mary and she hit her head knocking her out and if I didn’t get there soon enough, she was going to set the shed on fire. I told my father this but he didn’t want to send her to a mental institution because he thought all she needed was a family. Mary moved away and never spoke to me again because of what happened and I don’t blame her. I wanted to protect you but I guess- I guess I did that wrong too.”

Yoongi stared at her mother with wide eyes as Y/N did the same, “What did she do to dad? Was he going to buy it from the store?”

“We moved away from where we grew up to be away from her and my father understood because I was pregnant with you. That music store became your father’s savior because he was depressed from moving away. He wrote so much music for us that I have three binders worth. Mr. Hamish was going to hand over the store to your father but Sophia somehow got it and the fact that she was in the same town as us made us scared so we moved again.”

“But what about dad?”

“Sophia threatened your father if he ever tried buying the store again that she would do something to us. So we stopped trying but one day, your father couldn’t stay away from the store. He walked into the store but Sophia saw him, he was so scared that he ran into his car and drove off but she was right behind him. She hit the back of your father’s truck and he crashed, she left a note saying that he should’ve been with her and he wouldn’t be dead. I tried getting the cops involved but she always talked her way out of it. I even have the tapes of her hitting the car but nothing. I told you he had a heart attack to protect you from the truth...I’m so sorry Y/N.”

“Why did you let me work for her?”

“I-I just wanted you to have a normal life and I was scared to say anything because if I did Sophia would figure it out and she would hurt you...I just didn’t know what to do because your father loved that place and I wanted you have a piece of him...I’m sorry, I’m a horrible mother.”

“Mrs. L/N, do you have proof that Mr. Hamish was going to give the store to your husband and the tapes still?”

She looked at Yoongi with furrowed eyebrows and nodded her head, “O-of course I do. It’s in my closet, why?”

“I do have good lawyers...Maybe it's time to return the store into the right hands.”

“Oh, are we suing someone? That's kind of hot...”

“Y/N.”

Five months since everything and it was finally June making the sun brighter than usual and the days feel shorter. She walked up to the grave and looked down with a sad face, “You know I never thought our family would be so mysterious. I thought we were a family on a sitcom, not a crime show. I wish you told me the truth but I can’t go back and change the past because I know why you did it and I think that hurts the most. The reasoning behind it. Sophia finally got what she deserved though and I’m the owner now, more responsibilities, how fun. There’s one person you should thank and he's coming up now...”

She turned around to see Yoongi hold a bouquet of flowers giving her a small smile, “Sorry I had to take a quick phone call.”

“No, it's alright. Yoongi, this is my father. Ignore the grass on his chest.”

“Y/N.”

He rolled his eyes and gently placed the flowers on the grave and wrapped his arms around her shoulder as she cuddled into his neck, “You know we did this opposite.”

“What do you mean?”

“You knocked me up before meeting my dad, how scandalous.”

“Don’t say that in front of your father’s grave.”

“Shall we go have dinner at Sapphire, you know the restaurant you never learned the name of even though that’s where we had our first date at.”

“Yes and let it go, I know what the restaurant is called now.”

She waved at the grave as Yoongi grabbed her hand leading her back to the car carefully, not wanting her to fall. She was only two and half months pregnant and she told Yoongi constantly that she was capable of doing things on her own but he was persistent. The past five months were a rollercoaster for the both of them. For starters, suing someone for something they did in the past was a long process and on top of that finding out she was pregnant.

“Sophia might as well tell the truth.”

She glared at Y/N, Yoongi and the lawyer as she brought the cigarette to her mouth, “You already have the truth, why would you need me to say anything?”

“It's the least you can do...”

Y/N glared at her as she gripped her pants tightly and Yoongi saw this and grabbed her hand before she ripped her pants. Sophia chuckled and shook her head, “Such a child, do you want me to give you a gold star for figuring it out? The acknowledgment and the praise. Pathetic.”

Y/N stood up making her chair fall back over but Yoongi pulled her back gently, “With the evidence we have you can go to jail for the rest of your life.”

“Fun, oh and congrats Y/N on the pathetic baby of yours.”

This time Yoongi went in front of her as he glared at her, “Now that we're done, you can rot away. Don’t you ever, ever call my child pathetic you bitch.”

He grabbed her hand and headed outside as Y/N smiled at him. They stopped in front of a vending machine as he was breathing in and out in anger, “You know...that was really hot.”

“Good to know, baby.”

The two entered the car as Y/N smiled at him, “I love you.”

“And I love both of you.”

Extended ending:

“Cana is with Elisabeth and Jin for the night...”

“Oh, I know my love. My woman looks gorgeous without trying.”

Her heart fluttered at his compliment as he undoes the belt of her pink silk robe, slowly. He pulls the fabric away only to take a large inhale through his nose. His eyes beginning to fill up with lust, “Fuck, baby.”

His hands moved up and down the white lace corset with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth as she looked up at him with a smile, “I thought you would like it. It’s white and lace, your favorite things in one piece.”

Yoongi hums in agreement as he begins to kiss down her skin. His small hot kisses fueled her fire as she gently spread her legs. He smirked at this and kissed her forehead, “I love you.”

“I love you so much more, Yoongi.”

Yoongi pulls at the garter making them snap at her thighs making her let out a small whimper, “That hurt, asshole.”

“Oh but you like it. Should I fuck you in this or out? Maybe this is the reason we had Cana, because you looked so sexy when you bought it.”

“If we have another baby then that’s on you and your pull out game.”

He rolls his eyes before bending down and sealing her lips with his own. His tongue licked at the bottom of her lip asking for entry. Their tongues begin to fight for dominance as his fingers make their way up and down her body. His simple touches sending jolts of lighting throughout her body.

“Sexy little thing. Always driving me crazy, how did I ever control myself during Christmas. I should’ve taken you to my car and had my way with you when I saw the white lace on your pussy.” He whispers against her ears as his finger reached down to her clothed pussy and started to rub the outside making her whimper at the sudden touch. She let out a small moan when he dug his fingers inside her underwear, rubbing between her lips letting his fingers and thong rub her clit.

“Yoongi...”

“You're so beautiful, gave me love and a beautiful baby girl. You deserve everything in this world.” Ever since they started their relationship, Yoongi never missed the chance to tell her how much he loved her or how beautiful she was. When she had Cana the compliments increased and everyday he gave her confidence with motherhood. The love between them got deeper because of having Cana and now nothing can come between them. Her hands went up and down his white t-shirt as he took it off and she smiled at his chest.

“I love how big your chest has gotten from working out.”

“Maybe next time I should fuck you in the gym showers.”

“Oh, I would love that.”

He pulls down his black sweatpants and his underwear as his cock was already standing up, “Get on the bed.”

“Whatever you say, baby daddy.”

“Don’t ruin the mood.”

“Sorry.”

She goes on the bed and watches him go between her legs hooking his fingers on the side of her thong and peeling it down as he licks his lips at her, “Such a pretty little pussy you have baby.”

“Before we start, I just want to admit that I am extremely nervous to have sex because I just had Cana.”

“That's fair but baby it's been four months. I’m sure it's fine.”

“Oh, it fucking better be because I’m horny as hell right now.”

“Remember what I said about that mood.”

“Sorry...again.”

“Do you feel comfortable with me eating you out?”

“No...just fingers and your dick. Maybe next time you can.”

“Whatever you want love.”

Yoongi spreads her legs wider as he smiled at her, “I love you.” He slowly enters a finger as he groans to himself, “So fucking tight.” He starts to slowly move his fingers but his eyes never left her as he was trying to make sure she was okay. When she gave him the green light, he started to go faster. A moan left her body as she felt the speed change and he smirked at seeing his fingers glistened in the light.

“Yoongi, I want to come!!”

He leaned forehead and gently kissed the tops of her breast in the corset, “You will...”

He added a third finger and he moved even faster as she arched her back lightly, “Wait-wait...”

He stopped immediately and looked at her with concerned eyes, “Baby what’s wrong?”

“Sorry I got too overwhelmed with coming...ah, I ruined the mood. I’m sorry.”

“Do you want to continue?”

“Yes...Sorry.”

“Baby stop apologizing, it's okay.”

“I’ll give you a blowjob in the morning for being so sweet to me tonight.”

“You don’t have to. Is it okay if I remove your corset? If you don’t want me too then I won’t.”

She bit her lip and looked down and let out a small sigh, “Yeah, it's starting to hurt but I’m scared you won’t like my body anymore.”

He leaned down and kissed her so quickly she didn’t have time to kiss him back, “No matter what, I will always love you and forever. You gave me everything I ever wanted, love and a daughter. You are the future that I never thought I would ever get but I am so grateful to have you and Cana, shit maybe another kid after tonight but you are my everything.”

“Awww, Yoongi. Take this corset off of me and fuck me before I cry.”

He gently removed the corset and his eyes were focused on her breasts that jiggle when he removed it. Ever since her pregnancy, Y/N’S breasts grew double the size and he became obsessed with her chest. Before her pregnancy, she wasn’t flat chested nor did she have a big breast but now they were perfect and fit perfectly in his hands. He grabbed her breast and started to pinch her nipple making her gasp, “Yoongi, not tonight. They're sensitive because of your daughter.”

“Good, that sentence turned me on.”

She rolled her eyes and brought him up to give him a quick kiss, “You always turn me on...I love you.”

“Should we take a shot everytime we say I love you tonight?”

“No, we have to pick up Cana in the morning.”

He spits on her pussy before rubbing the head of his cock into her clit causing a small moan leaving her mouth as he glides the head over her folds, “Your pussy belongs on my cock.”

“Yoongi...Please...”

She whispered, pulling at his arms, he bit his bottom lip before entering the head into her slowly. The heat of her pussy caused him to shiver a bit as he let out a small goan, “You always feel so good, baby.” He inches inside of her slowly, his mouth opened as he pushed himself fully into her.

“Maybe, I’ll fuck another baby into you...would you like that? Cana having a sibling would make her happy. I loved how you looked when you were pregnant, looked so happy and sexy.” She whimper out as he buries himself to the hilt. Yoongi puts himself on top of her and begins to thrust into her slowly. His teeth took her earlobe in between them as he runs his tongue over her skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist as a sign that she was okay and he began to bulldoze into her. Loud choked moans leaving her lips as she whined out for him.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” A sheen layer of sweat gathering over the both of them as he fucks into her. His elbows found his placement near her head as he continued to thrust into her, “You're beautiful, no matter what.”

“Forever?”

“Forever and always.”

“Fuck I’m going to come.”

“Are you okay? Do you want me to pull out for you?”

“No, please no. I love it.”

He pushed her knees up higher, the head of his cock caressing the rough patch within her. Tears of pleasure and pure love left her eyes as she sobbed loudly putting her head against his forehead. “Y/N!!”

Every thrust was hitting her at the limit and grips at her knees roughly. His mouth opened slightly as he came, his come was shooting into her as she groaned quietly. She brought him into a tight hug and he pressed all his weight into you as he let out a deep sigh. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the side of is head. “That was fun.”

He pushed himself up to look down at her with his gummy smile that made her heart flutter. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, nose and cheeks before looking down at her, “I’m so glad we have this little family. Would you like to complete it?”

“What do you mean?”

He gently removed himself from her causing her to let out a moan when she felt empty. She watched him lean towards his nightstand and held something in his hand as she watched him with curiosity. Her eyes widened and looked at him with his mouth gaped open, “Yoongi?”

“Be my wife?”

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