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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 3 years ago

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Comte’s One More Wedding Event (full release)that should have just came out in Japanese Version. Could you translate it or summarize it, please? Thank you for your time.

I can't believe you want to give me this kind of power, but if you insist 😂💛

That being said, because my translation skills are rough at best, I'll be summarizing and selecting specific parts to discuss if I feel a need to quote directly.

If you don't want spoilers for Comte ES, run!

Y'all. Y'ALL. REEEEEEEEE I LOVE HIM. NOBODY LOOK AT ME I'VE BEEN CRYING ON AND OFF FOR DAYS

ANYWAY

So this particular event begins with MC bringing Comte a letter as he thanks her. One glance at the return address tells him that it's a pureblood gathering invitation, and upon opening it he's right. He shrugs it off and says he'll reply to it later, setting it aside.

MC, perceptive as ever, asks if he's declining the invitation. Comte explains the nature of the party and how only purebloods are allowed to end. Furthermore, the gathering takes place on their first wedding anniversary--and he would much prefer to spend the day with her.

Comte: “MC, any gorgeous evening party–no matter how beautiful–means nothing to me without my wife at my side. The place I belong is with you.”

MC: “Er…”

His gold eyes are steady and unwavering as he looks at me, and my heart skips a beat.

Comte: “Anywho I have no intention of attending this party, as it also overlaps with the date of our anniversary. Our first wedding anniversary is an important day, and I want to spend it with my beloved wife.”

Comte smiles winningly, all while staring straight at me.

MC, however, finds herself conflicted. Given how little she knows about purebloods, she wishes she could attend the party to better understand him and the community he's a part of. She admits this, to Comte's great surprise, but feels bad about it because she doesn't mean to ask something impossible of him. (One of the requirements of the party is that you have to be a pureblood vampire to be invited. ON WEDNESDAYS WE WEAR PINK) Comte clarifies that--because she's his wife--she's welcome to attend alongside him. He offers to take her with him if that's what she wants.

MC: “Are you really sure it’s okay for me to go, though?”

Comte: “Certainly. But I would never force you if you were uncomfortable, of course.”

MC: “No, I don’t hate the idea!”

Comte: “But I’d understand if being surrounded by purebloods would be rather nerve-wracking for you…And so many of them have a superiority complex a mile wide; they’re a prideful bunch. While it may not be all of us, there are enough that it might be stifling for you to be around them.”

Comte: “In light of all that, are you certain you still wish to go?”

[I know he’s just doing his best to prepare me for what I might face at a party like this--he doesn’t want me going in with the wrong idea. It’s very likely he had intended to decline the invitation to spare me the discomfort, and the burden of making a choice that would affect/limit him too. The concern in his features makes me melt.]

The part I love most about this scene is that this is just the beginning of so many attempts on his part to prepare her realistically, but also support her decision. As much as he wants to go with her he's never going to put her in the position of deciding for the both of them. He knows there's a great deal of pressure to face among such a forbidding/traditional society, and if she needs more time to prepare for that--he wants to give her the space to get used to something so unfamiliar. In truth, I don't see him ever asking her to go if she didn't want to--even if it stung to have that part of him rejected...

MC considers for a moment, but she's resolved to understand him and his people better. She explains as much, and Comte brightens at the confession.

MC: “I’m sorry if it’s a bit much to ask of you, but thank you…!”

Comte: “I should be the one thanking you, now I look forward to the gathering.”

MC: “You’re…looking forward to it?”

When I tilt my head quizzically, le Comte draws me close with a faint smile on his lips.

Comte: “I’m excited to introduce you as my wife.” (SCREAMS AND CRIES)

This gets INSANELY cute because he gathers her close to him and she just gets very bashful about it. She apologizes--saying she knows she should be more used to it given they've already been married a year now, but his response is so sweet: “Why apologize? I’ve always thought my wife is the cutest.”

They both think back to their wedding ceremony at the mention of how long they've been together, and MC's eyes find the flower pins she gifted him on top of his hourglass (which fking one he has like 300).

Some background for anyone unaware: when Comte and MC got married, MC gifted him these flower pins--they were flowers that were preserved (in metal I think? idk exactly how it works they just look metallic in his outfit art). She explains that they're an attempt to symbolize her love for him, in that she intends to remain unchanging in her feelings forever. I find it's also an apt metaphor for MC herself; it's not unlike her agreement to become a vampire to stay with him.

MC: “You’ve been taking good care of the flowers I gave you.”

Right next to the hourglass lie the preserved flowers I gave him. They gleam in the light with ease, clearly polished and looked after–not a speck of dust on them.

Comte: “With those you swore your love to me. Isn’t it only natural that I’d take good care of them?” (LISTEN COMTE YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THE REALITY OF THE MALE SPECIES QUIT PLAYIN)

After that scene there's a timeskip to the night of the party--and after everyone celebrates their anniversary in the mansion all day--they hop in a carriage. MC is a little lost in thought, preparing herself for what's to come. When he asks if she's nervous she fully admits to it, but with a caveat. She's nervous because she doesn't know what to expect and she's concerned about committing a social faux pas, but she's not afraid or anxious.

Before I came to this time I had absolutely no concept of what an elaborate dinner party looked like–and besides which, this time it’s going to be a room full of purebloods. I’m nervous, sure, because I’ve never done this before--but it’s not quite anxiety or fear.

MC: “As long as you’re beside me, I’m invincible–anytime, anywhere.”

I can navigate anything: unfamiliar social circles, even an entirely new era of time. Because Comte is always so steady and reliable, always there for me, my anxiety ebbs and I can shine–be the very best I can be.

Comte: “MC…”

Comte looks absolutely moved by what I have to say, directing a gentle, tender look at me.

Comte reiterates his previous warning, that they might be weirdos and/or rude because they're stuck in their ways. He knows their discriminatory nature is wrong, but he believes in her ability to overcome those things--and fully intends to support her. He also lets her know what to expect in terms of the schedule: mostly mingling, and dancing is reserved for the very end of the party only.

Gatsby hour begins and MC marvels at the enormous venue sparsely populated by people dressed to the nines (I can only imagine how Comte dressed her up for this event in light of that LMFAO). Comte tells her he's going to get some drinks, and MC agrees to wait for him. In a classic lowkey queen move, she retreats against a nearby wall to take in her surroundings. She feels a certain intensity to be surrounded by people who look so young and beautiful, and yet carry the experience of lifetimes within them. She also notes the slightest permeating scent of blood in the air, assuming most of the people in attendance are drinking Rouge in their wine glasses.

When Comte returns to her, he offers her a glass of red wine, and she takes it with a smile.

MEAN GIRLS TIME!!!!!

So these two ladies approach le Comte yelling about how long it's been since they've seen him, and about the rumors that he got married. Without missing a beat he confirms it's true, and introduces MC to them as his wife. MC offers a greeting and a curtsy, but the women openly spurn her because she's not a vampire lmao. ("Who put you on the planet" energy, essentially). I still can't tell if they were acting like insane mother-in-laws on Comte's behalf, or out of jealousy--or weirdly both.

All casual dismissal, the women sashay away from us, dresses swishing.

[It seems like I really won’t be accepted as Comte’s life partner so long as I remain human…]

Comte: “…I’m sorry. I’m afraid that is the usual attitude of pureblood vampires. Not all of us are like that, but they still made you feel uncomfortable ;;;;”

MC: “That’s not something to apologize for. I’m happy to attend such a lovely party as your wife.”

I don’t want to ruin the occasion for him, so I beam at him.

Comte: “MC…” His lips descend close to my ear, pressing the lightest kiss against it.

Comte: “Thank you, MC…I’m happy, too.”

While Comte is full of uwus and love for his wife, she notes he stops there--likely because it's a public venue. (And I'd wager respectability politics, given a lot of old school people tend to say horrible things at the slightest sign of PDA lol. It would give them all the more reason to be nasty to MC.) MC notes that no matter how small the gesture or how often he extends his affection, it always sets her heart racing (what a damn mood) and they both gear up to greet everyone else. They're both like ganbatte!!! at each other and it's really cute, haha.

[No matter how many times he does things like this, I’m always caught off guard. I imagine we’ll be this way forever…]

Comte: “Here we go, the party’s only just begun. Let’s get to it and enjoy ourselves. No need to hesitate, it’s our wedding anniversary after all–this is a time for you to smile.”

MC: “Haha, thank you very much! Then I’ll definitely enjoy it to the fullest!”

We continue to greet and chat with other purebloods, the night goes on while I sample some of their food–

At some point MC separates from Comte to use the restroom. When she exits to rejoin the crowd, she hears the voices of those two women that openly rejected her earlier. They basically talk about how Comte and MC will never last or have a meaningful relationship, and that Comte is wasting his time not breeding more master race pureblood babies for the community's future. (Not remotely surprised Leonardo does not like them at this juncture lmao)

While MC was well aware she'd face some level of disdain, she admits that it still hurts to hear--and doesn't want Comte to see her upset. So she walks out to a nearby balcony to look at the stars and cool off before returning to his side.

Comte: “MC.”

MC: “Eh…? Comte, when did you get here?”

Comte: “You hadn’t returned for a while, so I went looking for you.”

MC: “Ah, I’m sorry to worry you. The stars were so lovely I couldn’t help but linger a bit to enjoy the sight of them.”

When I try to hide my gloomy feelings, he stares at me.

Comte: “You seem upset all of a sudden. Did something happen? Did someone…say something to you, by any chance?”

MC: “Ah, I can’t hide from you it seems. I guess I am a little upset.”

Comte: “…”

Comte: “MC, do you regret marrying me?”

MC: “!”

MC: “That’s not the case at all. No matter what finds us in the future, I’ll never regret having married you. I’m glad I met you, Abel–that will never change…”

When I tell him my heartfelt feelings, he gently wraps his arms around me.

Comte: “…Me too, MC.” The voice that murmurs at my ear is filled with such ardor that my heart melts.

Comte: “It might have been too much to ask of you to come here. But no matter how difficult the truth may be, it’s an undeniable fact that I’m a pureblood.”

Comte: “I was so happy that you wanted to know more about me–to know me better–that I was spoiled by your words. And yet, as a result of that indulgence, I hurt you…”

MC: “…No. That’s not it. Abel, I’m not familiar with vampires. But this last year, I was with a pureblood who’s kinder than anyone else I know.”

I have no innate fear or dislike of purebloods–because the person I love more than anyone else in the world is a pureblood vampire.

MC: “That’s why I’m not afraid, or dreading any of this.” It might seem outlandish, but his presence was like magic; it was enough to give me the strength to have courage and find kindness for the people around me.

MC: “No matter who stands in my way in the future, I will do my best to be recognized as your partner someday. Didn't I tell you before? I'm invincible anytime, anywhere, as long as you're there with me!”

Upon hearing her resolve to stay with him, he feels the need to renew his vow to her too--telling her that he'll always love her as well, and that his feelings have only grown since then. One important bit to note in his confession is that he fully admits he had a hard time coming to term with what he was, he's only a little more accepting of being a pureblood because her existence redefines what an eternity means to him. He explains that, while no end of time used to be an upsetting and hollow concept to him, the fact that his long life will be spent cultivating his love for her gives him the strength to face his reality.

They kiss and MC acknowledges that life--no matter how long--always has its ups and downs. Sometimes there will be rough times, like when those Mean Girls women were actively nasty and unfair to her. And sometimes there will be joyous times, like how Comte just repeated his vow to her so sweetly. But more than anything, it's important to live in the present moment as fully as possible, and she deepens her kiss with Comte accordingly.

After what I assume to be an excellent make out, they return to the venue and rejoin the group of vampires. Now then, because it's Comte and Comte refuses to take any shit he reveals his ace in the hand. Premeditated and all cunning expectation, the show begins:

After reaffirming our feelings for the other, we return to the hall. When we wandered around to greet people today, there were also vampires who were kind to me. For those that remain perturbed by my presence, they continue to sneer at me as though I were an eyesore.

[I don’t care. Comte’s by my side…]

Comte: “…That’s right, MC. There was one thing I forgot to mention.”

MC: “Huh?”

Comte: “A short while ago, you said something about doing your best to earn their approval. I wouldn’t even worry about it, you’re perfect just as you are. Everyone here just doesn’t have the slightest inkling as to your charms yet. For those with the ability to see, feel free to show them as many times as you like.”

MC: “Comte…”

At that very moment, a waltz begins to flow into the hall.

Comte: “Oh, is it time to dance already? MC, shall we?” (Oh Is It TiMe To DaNcE aLrEaDy, damn clown)

MC: “Yes.”

In time with the melody, we begin to waltz together. When I'd first arrived to this era, the steps and the dance itself were unfamiliar to me. Now when I dance with Comte it’s nearly effortless–natural as breathing.

[Comte has taken me to so many evening parties at this point. Thanks to his impeccable leading any uncertainty in my step is elegantly disguised.]

Comte: “MC.”

As we danced, he called my name--crooned it softly.

Comte: “…Have you noticed? Everyone is watching us.”

At the sound of this new information, I look around.

[Oh, it’s true–everyone really is looking at us…]

And it’s not like before, tinged with displeasure and contempt. It’s like they can’t look away from us now, dazzled and intrigued.

MC: “Makes sense–you’ve always been a very graceful dancer, Comte, it’s impossible not to find it captivating.”

Comte: “No. Without you as my partner, I can’t enjoy it nearly as much as I do now.”

He grins as he says so, the sentiment reflected in his buoyant step. Beautiful, noble…and above all, lively. Even though I’m always by his side, I remain endlessly captivated by that smile and movement.

Comte: “We are more in tune with each other than every other pair here, don’t you think?”

MC: “Haha, that’s right!”

I think le Comte is lovely no matter who he’s dancing with, but I’m sure I’m the one who gets along with him best–I think so, because his golden eyes reflect no one else but me.

[No matter what anyone says…I won’t give up this position to anyone else.]

When the song is over, and the dance is finished, the hall is filled with the raucous sound of applause and cheering. All these people are looking at us and their eyes are shining.

[I wonder…if maybe our feelings for each other were transmitted more clearly after that dance? The mere thought of it makes me feel ticklish and delighted.]

After their lovely display, the Mean Girls ladies approach MC to apologize as everybody is leaving for the night. MC accepts their apologies and says she wants to find a way to get along with them moving forward, though they're still pretty reluctant (probably only apologized to save face).

Differences in lifestyle and family tradition...I think there are many reasons why they can’t accept me. I don’t think it’s easy to understand the breadth of the gap between us; I’m sure I’ll need more time to be able to bridge those differences.

[I don’t know the way of life or struggle of the pureblood people yet. But…I want to understand.]

Even if we are endlessly different, I don’t want to give up on finding some sort of compromise. Next to me, le Comte smiles silently. For the foreseeable future--as long as it may take--I want to prove that I can make this person happy.

I deadass can't stop laughing at the fact of Comte standing next to MC all :)))))) (y'all he is emitting BOSS M U S I C)

After that, Comte and MC also head into their carriage and head home:

Comte: “MC, thank you.”

Le Comte remarks on the way home in the carriage.

MC: “…? I haven’t done anything worth thanks.”

Comte: “For today, for coming with me. And--up until now and from now on--for being by my side. I wanted to thank you again.”

He leans over from where he sits next to me and entwines our fingers together.

MC: “…Abel?”

Comte: “…Today is not just the day of the party, but our wedding anniversary too, right? From here on out, it’s time for only us two to be together.”

This is essentially where the premium story ends, and then it moves into the epilogue. I'll give some tidbits from the epilogue, just because it was so endlessly gratifying. Other than them having the smash of the century, it's mostly Comte going overstimulation feral service top. But there are so many really romantic moments during the shameless fking ;-;

The more he kisses me, the more my need for him spirals out of control. As if to entice him I twist my tongue with his deeper and deeper.

Comte: “MC…”

He exhales my name on a single heated syllable, and I can tell by the way he’s looking at me precisely what it is he wants.

Comte: “MC, what do you want to do…? I want to make you happy tonight. Do you want me to be kind? Or take you with reckless abandon?”

MC: “Abel…please do as you like. That’s what would make me happiest. :>”

Comte: “…I see. So you want to be made a mess of, is what you mean.”

MC: “Mn, aah–”

When his hands trace my sides seductively, my sensitive body reacts on it’s own.

Comte: “…You’re really cute, MC. Tonight, I’ll remind you the joy of being mine again.”

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Comte: “Always so sensitive. Just the slightest touch, and you cry out with such a sweet voice…”

MC: “Well, it is your fault…”

[Because if Abel touches me like that…He spoils me and leaves me in an endless sea of pleasure, building up to that crest–fading–and building up again…because he loves me so dearly.]

Comte: “My fault, is it?…I like the sound of that.”

With a bewitching smile, he makes short work of his tie and button down. Even the most casual gestures like this are done with such grace that it becomes sensual. I’m drawn to the sight of him revealing more and more of his skin, thinking he’s far too much of a tease.

Comte: “…If you look at me with such desirous, greedy eyes, I’m going to lose control myself, MC.”

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MC: “I…all I do is take from you…” I’m embarrassed because I’m so inexperienced that all I do is drown in the pleasure he gives me.

Comte: “…If you really think so, then you’re too unaware.”

MC: “Mn–ah, hah…”

Comte: “I’m the one who can’t stop wanting you…MC.”

When he leans over to murmur in my ear, his voice is suffused with desire–breathing shallow. From the gap between his lips, I can see the fangs which have never broken my skin…

MC: “Abel…do you want to bite me?”

If the answer is yes, then I’d be delighted. A vampire’s hunger for blood is often tied to romantic feeling. If he wants to suck my blood, then that’s all the more evidence that he loves me.

Comte: “That’s right. I want to sink my fangs into your soft skin…To taste your blood, to know your body and soul--I want to make every part of you mine.”

MC: “Mn…”

He drops a kiss to my throat, tickled by his tongue as he licks there–as if to taste me.

Comte: “But…”

Only I am reflected in his eyes.

Comte: “The only thing I want more than biting you is to take good care of you. I don’t want to impulsively take anything from you.”

MC: “Abel…”

....

Comte: “Someday…I will make you into a vampire. But, right now, I want you to stay exactly as you are.”

The heat of him coupled by that serious look...my heart is swept away.

Comte: “So…can you bear with my hesitation for just a little while longer?”

MC: “Yes…forever. I’ll always be yours.” I replied, wrapping my arms around his back. He squinted, as if he were staring at something dazzling.

Comte: “I’m always hesitating, but…MC. I will absolutely never let you go. I swear my love to you forever, my dear wife.”

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The last part of the epilogue is confusing because I'm not sure if it's intended to be an actual dream or Comte just messing with her, but here goes:

[Morning already…?]

At the sensation of sunlight, I open my eyes.

MC: “Eh!?”

Comte: “Are you up, MC? The defenseless face you make when you’re asleep is adorable, but when you open your eyes and look at me that’s also lovely.”

He was lying in bed, unlike last night, wearing the same outfit he had on for our wedding.

[Ah, I’m most likely dreaming.] When I realize it, I get a ticklish feeling in my chest and can’t help the smile that finds my face.

MC: “Haha…”

Comte: “MC? What’s wrong?”

MC: “No, I was just thinking you really will always be by my side. I’m glad to see you in my dreams like this…I’m happy.”

Comte: “…Haha, that’s right. I’m happy too. But…it’s not always a dream right?”

MC: “Er…”

His voice easily makes my heart flutter, like sweet sake.

Comte: “Would you like to see if it’s a dream? …Once again, with your body.”

My heart thunders under his sultry gaze, covetous gold eyes beckoning me closer. (COME HITHER FUCK)

MC: “Yes, Abel. As many times as you like…take me.”

I know dream-like, impossibly happy days will continue as long as I stay by his side–

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There is so much going on here that I don't even know how to encompass all my feelings other than to say MARRIED COUPLE G O A L S. AAAAAAAAA I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE'S SUCH A DOTING HUSBAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PUT A RING ON ME S I R

I really love the endless reciprocity coming from MC, lmao. She very openly wants to respond to his efforts, wants to make him happy too, is just as desirous in their coupling. I also love how much personality and spunk she has??? I was fucking d y i n g when she was like:

MC: "Aren't the stars so nice." Comte: "Adorable that you'd try to out-fake the king faker. What really happened." MC: "Damn it."

It's been a long time since I've gotten this much serotonin from a story m a nnnnnn

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp comte #ikevamp saint germain #ikevamp jpn spoilers #can't believe mc defeated pureblood regina george #what a time to be alive folks #god this event is going to give me cavities #im so fucking softe #the way he just loves and supports her in such a steadfast and lowkey way #though i will admit it was a little hilarious watching this event because i was so like 'lmao is that the best you got'#i grew up with rich suburban white girls what do i care im too busy eating shrimp #GOD and the fangy part #swear to god every single time he gets fangy i just ascend #fingers crossed his fifth bday event will be him turning her IM BEGGING CRYBIRD #thanks for this request!!! hope this all makes sense #always welcome <3 #at this point i have to wonder if there is a different writer for some of comte's stories bc yeesh #h e l p comte is too powerful...#rambles #not incorrect quotes #yall when he asks if mc regrets marrying him i swear to god my heart just stopped in my chest #BABY NO?????? MY GOD?????? YOU ARE LITERALLY MY DREAM HUSBAND?????? STOP???????

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blushnik · 3 years ago

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I love love your works and posts. Always looking forward to more content from you. Anyways my question is that in Punisher season 2 really trashed billy. What do you think about it. Personally I Hate Krista and Madani. Do you think billy and frank would have eventually started a relationship if billy hadn't been outed for betrayal.

*SOBBING HAPPY NOISES* Lemme just- uh, lemme calm down, this was so much praise I didn't expect to see when opening the inbox 😭🙏💙💙💙💙💙💙

Okay, now to your question *breathing exercises initiated*

First, I just wanna say that I kinda pushed the entire season 2 out of my mind, especially THAT part (y'all know what I'm talking about, I ain't gonna say it out loud) cause it just really hurts but xD I think I can handle it for this one occasion.

Season 2 really went ahead and said: Let's just punish Billy Russo for 13 episodes straight, yeah? Cause the show's name is PUNISHER. And he's PUNISHER's nemesis, right? So we PUNISH him, that makes sense, right? *clown mask here* And people will totally cheer when we finally get rid of him cause he's BAD and deserved to be PUNISHED, RIGHT? *clown levels intensify*

Lemme just point out that Billy Russo DID get his punishment when Frank introduced him, quite intimately, to a mirror. He suffered consequences of it during his coma in his dreams and after with memory loss and all conditions that came with it. And that'd be okay to have at the start but NOT FOR THIRTEEN FKING EPISODES.

You can't beat up a character that much, for that long, and then expect us to be cheering when he meets the shittiest end you could possibly think of. Not to even mention the monumental waste of potential in that story.

Remembering what he did and being told what he did are two VERY different things. If he doesn't remember shit then ofc it doesn't make sense to him how could he ever betray Frank like that. For all he knows, everyone just turned against HIM and made up this lie, his best friends and people he cared about going after him for – in Billy's eyes – no reason. Forget Maria and kids and Rawlins, just the fact my best friend, the only person I ever truly felt connected to and trusted and cared about ground my face against a broken mirror would be A LOT to process.

I seriously expected Billy to remember what he's done somewhere in the middle but somehow the writers thought new characters nobody cares about and an overly complex plot is a better way to go? That letting Billy be just a confused screaming crying mess for the entirety of season 2 while ten meaningless subplots get resolved so he can die right after will somehow work?

Look, I get he was supposed to lose everything he had in season 1, that being not only his wealth and company and good looks (he's still hot shut up and those feeble scars, bitch, what was that, Shadow and Bone did a better job at doing accurate scars) but also his self-control, his control over his emotions, composure, his ability to keep his cool, smooth-talking, etc.

But you can't let him be the victim and then expect the audience to not empathize with him or feel sorry for him and to NOT be okay when he dies right after it seems he finally found some peace, happiness, and love (I hate Krista too but shit, he was so happy with those stupid flowers, Ben sure knew what he was doing when he gave those blue flowers to Alina right before everything turned to shit).

Granted, he did shitty things in season 1 and season 2 too but the difference is this;

In season 1, those were his conscious choices. He never was a victim even in his own story. He knew he stepped on other people in order to get himself higher, he decided when it comes down to it, better someone else than him. He decided that after building himself up, no price was too great to pay just to make sure he was never hitting the bottom again and he had no problem with doing it because he's incapable of compassion and 'even though he loves Frank more than anything or anyone, Billy loves himself just a bit more' – Ben Barnes' words, not mine.

But in season 2, he doesn't know about any of that. He does feel like a victim because from his POV, everyone is simply attacking and somebody close to him hurt him for things he can't believe he did because at that point, he believed he would NEVER be capable of doing such things. And when he does something shitty – it's because he feels attacked, he feels like he needs to protect himself and that he's pushed towards it.

Pretty fking hard to see him as a villain, at least for me -.-

It's almost like the writers were too scared to explore that emotional turmoil and impact it would have on him and how it'd change his character if he remembered. Which is SUCH a shame it hurts. Ben Barnes has put so much nuance and depth into Billy's character, he had dimensions and so many layers so just imagine what it would be to have all of that go through some serious angst and explore his relationship with Frank further.

But no.

Instead, we get this imitation of angst where Billy Russo becomes a punching bag and we're supposed to go OOOH HE STILL EVIL BITCH when he darest to punch back.

And don't get me started on the worst character kill-off I've ever seen. Just no. I am not even sharing my opinions on this cause it's too much to think about.

So there you have it, season 2 is trash in my opinion, they really did Billy so dirty while throwing in subplots and characters that were absolutely unnecessary to have. It could totally be just about Frank and Billy trying to come to some closure (violent or not) and maybe Dinah sprinkled in cause she got a lot of beef with Billy too.

Now just to quickly answer the other question, would they have started the relationship eventually if Billy wasn't outed for betrayal?

Marvel and the Mouse are cowards so ofc not in the canon, but in my humble hcs opinion, ofc YES. Frank's the only one Billy feels a connection with and vice versa. And while it's easier for Frank to care for other people than it is for Billy (since, unlike Billy, Frank is capable of compassion), nobody gets him and accepts him the way Billy does. I like to think of that quote from the Darkling for this:

"I've seen what you truly are and I've never turned away."

That's Billy @ Frank. Together with the reasons, I listed in the previous ask where I pointed out how they complement each other ^^

PS: I just wanna say I actually love Dinah but it may be because of my hcs. She was really getting on my nerves at the beginning and then I just made up stuff in my head that made me really fond of her, like Dinah dating Karen Page and being the good bro for Frank and Billy.

Thank you for the reading if you made it this far, THANK YOU for the kind words and keep invading my inbox if you like 🥰💙💙

#asks #brank #frankenbilly #billy russo x frank castle #frank x billy #more brank rant #i love you anon 💙

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scoups4lyfe · 3 years ago

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mannnn you remember when we used to look at this suit and think:

" >:)) Hiromi lOOKS sO cooL!!!"

(we being the plural: me, myself, and I lmao)

hahAAAA get fking wREkt

Hiromi was sooo good in the sense that my homie was ALWAYS ready and willing to employ teamwork :'))

co-worker's a demon? Well it is what it is but we gots a job to do~

<333 what a MAN <33

wots that

'we did it' they said lmaooo as if Hiromi didn't just pop in while they were playing sand-castles with the grass to damage tf outta the monster 😂😂🤡🤡

not to mention the gloved rando grabbin the goods while y'all fk around LOL!!!

(already shirtless)

I love this team <333

boys, pls

they're getting away 🤡 🤡

this house is such a fking mess <333

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bluealmondpie · 4 years ago

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haikyuu boyfriends~

kenma is my spirit animal. wanting to stay home and play games all day is a Big Mood™️ and i am typing this at work while wishing i brought my switch with me so i can play animal crossing. kenma plays animal crossing. fight me on this. i bet you he has the most well decorated island out there with all the hybrid flowers y'all. i bet he's already completed the full catalogue too. so without further ado, i present:

bf!kenma

* "give me a while to get to the save point and i'll be right with you"

* that's probably the most common statement you hear from him

* people around you joke that you're the third wheel to kenma's relationship with games and sometimes it seems true lmao

* this boy's got no chill when it comes to games. when a new game comes out, he's camping online to buy it. heck, he probably has early access, and does beta testing.

* either you're a gamer like him and you join him in the playthrough

* or you've effectively lost him for the next 5days. good luck trying to get him to leave his spot.

* sometimes you almost have to beg him to stop playing. kuroo says snatch away his device, but that makes kenma mad at you, so you don't do that. he's just too precious to hurt like that (;-;) protect him

* kenma likes dates at your place. free wifi, and he can steal your snacks. ofc there is also u. what's there not to like? mmhmm how about the fact that you're last on the list huh kenma. KENMA. GET BACK HERE AND ANSWER THE QUESTION KENMA

* he's lazy af. as much as possible he doesn't wanna leave the house. his idea of an ideal date would be you and him lazing around in the same space doing your own thing. and then maybe snuggling a little when you want each other's attention.

* talking about snuggling. kenma... likes it a lot. he will never admit it. ever.

* he's shy, so he's not good at initiating touch. he relies a lot on you being clingy or something and then giving in to you (//∇//)

* ofc you notice this. kenma is essentially a cat. catma

* you'll probably feel a lot of love when he initiates hugs or cuddles first. and it's probably because he's not feeling so good and he doesn't wanna wait for u to feel needy. (i hope you are clingy, just so my baby kenma can be happy)

* so you guys communicate a lot with touch. you squeeze each other's hands when you're walking around. a lot of communication is nonverbal. facial expressions, body language. a lot of hand squish look up points at cafe nodding change walking direction sort of interaction. so fking cute i could die.

* it's a very lovey dovey atmosphere, without the usual squealing that those types of couples do. inner squealing

* basically kenma wants to be touching you all the time. holding hands if you're out and walking about, or maybe at home with your head on his lap or legs intertwined while you both are engaged in something else. it makes him feel connected to you.

* but it also goes the other way, when you guys are fighting, and you're not touching, he will get really bad withdrawal symptoms :( he will wanna hold u more, but he can't cos you're fighting (;-;)

* kenma doesn't know what to do when you're emotional.

* he will panic and ask hinata. hinata will also not know what to do. he will give kenma bad advice which does not suit him and kenma will follow it.

* you'll open your door to kenma with flowers and a very odd apology routine. you will forgive him anyway because it's so cute how he is trying so hard.

* he gets worried when you're sick.

* again will not know what to do. will ask kuroo for help this time. kuroo will troll him.

* kenma will turn up at your door with food, medication (kuroo is not that big a sadist nor is he out to destroy his best friend's relationship yeah) but also in a weird costume. think: kenma in a fluffy sheep costume from head to toe, shy and blushing "i brought you warm soup and drugs medication. can i come in"

* it will be really cute and you will thank kuroo inwardly but you'll also know that your poor boyfriend is Suffering.

* please tell him what you would prefer or what you would like him to do next time before he listens to unintentional/intentionally bad advice.

* kenma will not want you coming to his matches (whether volleyball or game tournaments). he will avoid telling you the dates. you'll figure it out anyway. you try not to go but if there's a live stream you'll watch it.

* the one time you went in person you were like (°▽°)! totally blown away cos he is so cool hehehehhehe. you'll bug him to let you come. he will still oppose but he won't stop you.

* kenma worries about outside dates. he doesn't like going out much, so he doesn't know what to do or where to go. he will seek bad advice. only inouka will give him normal advice thank the heavens. give inouka haagen daz. you'll finally go on a somewhat normal date. kenma will need a lull period before you guys go on an outside date again

******

what a soft bean. kenma is so easy to love ♪( ´▽｀) and he loves deeply so whoever gets him is one blessed soul

masterlist

by the way. has anyone seen the new atsumu nendoroid??? so damn cute. what do i do?!?! if i start buying one i'll want to buy them all (;-;) they're gonna come up with samu's one too (;-;) death to my bank account by nendoroids

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rinzydings · 4 years ago

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Alright I gotta ask: Favorite songs from the Jekyll and Hyde soundtrack and or is there anything you have always wanted to ramble on about it?

Oh Blue you opened a BIG OL POT BUDDY

Hi yes, for anyone unaware (which is most of y'all I'd assume unless you keyed in on my late night posts the past few evening) Jekyll & Hyde is my favorite musical, I'm just very lowkey and quiet about it until it's brought up -- then I go bonkers. I go through stages of hyperfocus with it and it never really leaves even if my hyperfocus switches to something else, and lately its been intense because it drug me out of a depressive episode so! I also forget that Fandoms for things exist, especially with things I consider obscure, and realized I can engage in it instead of suffering in silence about it whack

Now to the ask agdkdjs God it's HARD to pick favorite songs, I sing them all constantly and enjoy them all to similar degrees. I think Confrontation, while being the classic favorite, is definitely a top just because it helped train my vocals while singing because I go all out when singing to it. It helped me time switches for acting and stuff and it's just a LOT of fun to sing even if it's taxing. His Work And Nothing More (especially the Warlow version) has been a favorite lately, as well as I Need To Know and Obsession. Before going on HRT, I sang basically all of Lucy's songs all the time because she was my vocal range, but that also meant singing her and Hyde's parts in Dangerous Game which is MORE fun vocal training with that dramatic switch. I love the ensemble numbers Facade a LOT and Murder, Murder too -- its just hard to pick!!

The Finale in Warlow's album never fails to tear my heart out though, or his take on Once Upon A Dream, God that man can act and it kills me and just makes me want to listen to the album all over again aaaah--

Also I accept no Lucy OR Emma/Lisa disrespect, Lucy deserves the world and I cheer for Emma/Lisa to be strong and stand up for herself. Ahskdbks. Jekyll is a genius and a DUMBASS with good intentions (while not being the good to Hyde's evil, that man is fuckin gray) but MAN he's dumb and needs to be sat down, Utterson give your boy a chill pill--

Basically uh, yeah HAH. I will happily talk about this musical any time, any day, I just. I love it. It was my gateway drug to Broadway musicals back in like 2011 or so and I'm SO sad I missed its Broadway run because I was a child back then lmao. I would sob to see a revival of the original Broadway one or the Cuccioli preformed concept in person.

(I don't... really have interest in seeing Constantine preform it live if he's still going around; the Lucy and Emma sound good but he just... idk he just doesn't sound like the right fit for me so, sorry guys, I saw his live confrontation recording too and it just wasn't for me)

I will also rant and rave about how Rob Evan (or Cuccioli! Both Rob's are A+) should've been the star of the DVD and not Hoff -- like ok Hoff tried I'll give him that, he really did, but it was just not his role. I just can't. I've seen both his and Evan's recordings and I can't be swayed that Rob was the superior of the two of them imho. I would fking kill to own a good copy of Rob's pro-shot (I know it's up on YouTube but it skips seconds and it's not all on one video asidhsk) and just AGH

So uh, yeah!

There's a taste of one of my deepest hyperfixations that I love dearly :,D I'm also working on building an epic shadow box of Broadway merchandise for it

#dr jekyll and mr hyde #jekyll and hyde #jekyll and hyde musical #rinzydings rambles #long post #I'm basically also always open to take questions about the musical too #so few of my friends know about it so i don't talk much HAH #i think i only have 3 friends that knew of its existence as a musical before i ever said anything to them #otherwise I've always introduced it to people abdkdnsk

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joiesomer · 5 years ago

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who: somer, jeff ( @xjefferxx )

where: ice skating rink, cat cafe

when: jan 4

notes/triggers: just a cute date

Jeff had an idea. He wanted to take Somer out on a real date again. He wanted to take him ice skating but that meant he had to pull him from his book. That was going to be a task. So he started easy, wiggling his way onto the bed and his head landing in Somer's lap.

Somer looked down past the bottom of his book to his boyfriend, eyebrows lifting. "Yes?" he asked.

Jeff shrugged then smiled up to him. "Hi." Turning his head to cuddle into Somer more as he smiled a different smile.

The redhead put a finger to hold his place and ran his other hand over Jeff's hair. "You look mischievous."

Jeff shook his head, trying to not look like he had a plan in mind. He let out a soft moan as Somer played with his hair though. "Wanna go on a date with me?" he whispered to him.

Laying the book aside, Somer eyed Jeff. "You ask that like the answer isn't obvious."

"Well I mean, you might want to read your book more than go on a date." Jeff shrugged, leaning to kiss Somer's belly.

"I might," Somer admitted. "But I doubt -- Jeff that tickles!"

Jeff kissed his belly once more. "Well I will say I can be very persuasive."

"Is that so?" The redhead giggled. "I'm not sure I see how this is persuading me to leave the bed, though, Jeff."

Jeff sat up, shifting to straddle Somer now. "Well then what if I promise all the kisses and I'll read to you after our date, would that get you out of bed? "

Somer giggled again. "Or you could tell me about this date you want to go on? That would probably work."

Jeff grinned. "Ice skating, I want to take you ice skating then to go to a cafe for something to eat after. So yes? Please?" He pouted to him.

"Oooh!" Immediately Somer started to scramble out from under Jeff, off the bed. "Yes. Yes, let's go right now."

jeff jumped out of his way. "You want to skate that bad?" Chuckling as he started to dress in warmer clothes as he knew how cold it could be.

Reaching out, Somer kissed Jeff. "I've hardly ever gotten to go. So yes. Yes I do want to skate that badly."

Jeff kissed him back, "Well then dress very warm because it's very cold at the rink and I do need to stop by the frat to get my skates."

Half-way into his longjohns, Somer paused. "Your what now?"

"My skates?" Jeff pulling on flannel pants then his jeans over them. "I play hockey sometimes with my family so I have my own ice skates."

Plunking on the desk chair to finish pulling on longjohns, Somer frowned. "You didn't do that over Christmas ... did I interrupt a tradition or something?"

"Oh no, not at all. It snowed too much to get down to the lake this time, so we'll do it another time. We do it all year." Jeff putting on a long sleeve shirt with a turtleneck. "Sweatshirt and coat are for when we get there, don't need to sweat before then."

The redhead laughed at the way Jeff looked, all bundled up. "It's exercise, blondie, don't you think you'll overheat? I mean, look at the way the skaters dress."

"I know what I'm doing. Trust me." He was bundled but not as much as it would seem. "Plus those skaters have on thicker clothing than you know, gingerbread."

"I can see through some of those outfits, Jeff." Somer stomped his feet into his boots and laced them up.

Jeff pulled on his sneakers and shook his head some. "You'll see southern boy." Winking to Somer.

"Y'all think southroners don't know how to skate?" the redhead drawled, looking up at Jeff. "My hockey team's better'n your hockey team."

"Hmm bring it baby." Pulling Somer close and kissing him soundly for a moment. "You ready?"

With a laugh, Somer tried to tickle Jeff, but was defeated by his clothing. "I'm always ready."

"Are you? Really?" Picking him up then, Jeff smiled at his reaction and carried him to the door.

More laughter, as Somer pretended to try to wiggle away. "Noooo!" he playfully protested. "Put me down! You'll fall!"

"I won't and you know it." Setting him down, Jeff bent down some. "Piggy back ride?" offering to carry his boyfriend in a more comfortable way for them both.

Carefully, Somer clambered up onto Jeff's back. "Okay, noble steed. Hiho, away!"

Jeff chuckled, moving him more up on his back as he started for the car.

"Love you," Somer whispered in his ear, hanging on tight. The wind struck him in the face and he shrieked with laughter, trying to hide in Jeff's hair.

Jeff smiled "Love you too. " Holding him close, Jeff made a run for his car. Setting Somer down, he kissed him softly before getting into the driver's side.

With a happy sigh, Somer buckled up, petting the dashboard of Jeff's car. It was /such/ a nice car. He loved it. He looked out at the city as they drove, seeing the places where holiday decorations were still up.

Jeff made the quick stop to grab his skates then they were off. He smiled and hummed along to the radio as they went along. His hand moving over to lace his fingers with Somer's.

Watching Jeff now, the way he moved as he was driving, listening to him sing softly ... Somer suddenly loved him so much it hurt. He caught his breath on a little sob.

Jeff looked over when he heard a noise from Somer as he parked. "You okay?" His brow furrowed in worried for his boyfriend and wonder as to what could be wrong.

"I just ..." Somer wiped at his eye. "I just love you. I love you so much. So much, Jeff."

Jeff smiled, getting out and coming to his side of the car. He pulled Somer up and into a hug, kissing him as well. "I love you too, my Somer." Pressing a kiss to his cheek as he hugged him.

Somer refused to let him go for a long minute, burying his face in Jeff's shoulder. "So /much/," he repeated.

"Me too, baby." he whispered back, just holding him there in the parking lot as he knew what it felt like to be overwhelmed in love with the other.

A cold gust slapped Somer in the back, and he squawked, trying to turn Jeff to protect him. "NGAH cold!"

Jeff laughed, "And you think you'll be okay on the rink." Grabbing his bag, Jeff laced their fingers to walk inside. The rink wasn't too busy, which made it nice as Jeff paid for their rink time then they went down to the benches to lace up.

"There's no wind inside!" Somer fired back. He inspected his rented skates carefully, then neatly laced them up and wiggled his feet. "Hurry up."

Jeff checked his skates once more, then stood on them. He stepped to the ice and slid with ease. "Come on baby, show me what you got."

Carefully the redhead wobbled his way onto the ice. He took a minute or two to get used to the feeling again, the way you pushed one foot then the other. One shakey circuit around the rink, and by the second one he was feeling much more confident.

Jeff skated close, ready to catch him if needed, but he seemed to pick up on it again fast. "Well look at you." Jeff skating backwards as he smiled to his boyfriend. "Still think my hockey team is better then yours." He winked.

"I can't help that you're wrong." Somer grinned, moving more freely. He didn't think he could do what Jeff was doing, at least not now, but maybe later.

"I can't help that you're delusional but I mean, you enjoy your sports dream world." Jeff turning and skating off but he didn't get too far, just enough to make faces at Somer as other skaters moved about.

The redhead stuck his tongue out at Jeff's back, trying to skate faster and catch up. "When's the last time the Avalanche won a division championship?"

"It's been some time but they stand at number 2 for the central division, so they could win it this year. Don't judge an underdog." Jeff taking his hand as they skated. "So how could you never told me you skate?"

"Babe, I've roller skated. I just haven't ice skated in ages." He pushed a little harder. "And I'm judging. So hard. Fking Crosby."

Jeff stopped them slowly and pulled Somer close. "No judging, we're supposed to have fun, not talk sports." Caressing his cheek.

Somer just grinned. "I don't know, I thought complaining about sports teams was fun."

Jeff shook his head, "Not as much fun as just skating with you and enjoying the night." Stealing a quick kiss from his lips.

"Ohhh, fiiiine." The redhead put his arms around Jeff, shuffling a bit to keep his balance. "Whatever you want, blondie."

"Whatever I want?" Wiggling his brow to him, "I'll remember that later. Let just skate." Fingers lacing with Somer's as they started to move around the rink.

Somer tugged back a little. "Slow down just a bit. I'm still remembering how to do this, okay?" He looked down, trying to make sure there wasn't anything to trip over.

Jeff slowed then, keeping pace with him. "Sorry, I get too excited about skating some times." Going Somer's speed, he couldn't help but smile as he watched him skate.

"I don't mind going round the rink alone if you want to go harder." Somer squeezed Jeff's hand and tried to let go. "I like to watch you."

"Hmm I can wait, I like doing this with you for a while ... I promise to show off more in a bit. I like holding your hand." Jeff blushed a bit as he said those words.

It was hard to skate and kiss his boyfriend at the same time, but Somer managed. He was pretty sure they bumped into a wall at one point.

Jeff laughed as they kissed and skated. After a bit, he dropped Somer's hand and took off to the center. Skating there, he showed off a bit, just for Somer as his eyes and his smile were the only one that mattered.

Somer knew there was a glow in his eyes, and that his smile was embarrassingly wide and child-like, but he didn't care. Watching Jeff dance, whether in converse or ice skates or bare feet, would always make his heart sing. "You're so beautiful," he murmured.

Jeff smiled back to him, his cheeks alight with how good it felt. How good he always felt when he got the chance to move his body like that. To move in ways that weren't normal but he found with ease. He beckoned Somer over, waiting for him in the middle of the rink.

Weaving among the other skaters, Somer reached out to Jeff and took his hands. "No lifting!" he said with a laugh. "No jumping, no lifting."

Jeff smiled, shaking his head. "I'll lift you later, right now I'm just going to enjoy this." Holding both his hands, he slowly started to skate to make the spin a circle.

As they started to spin round Somer threw his head back, laughing more. For a moment he tried to keep up, to help, but then he gave up, letting Jeff pull him.

Jeff pulled him close with a laugh as they spun. He let them spin like that until they stopped. There on the middle of the ice, he leaned in to kiss him softly as he smiled against Somer's lips.

Somer tried not to sway, leaning on Jeff, a little dizzy. He kissed his boyfriend back, holding hard. "Love you," he said.

Jeff smiled, "I love you too. You ready to hit up the cafe I found?" Wiggling his brow a bit as he was excited to show it to Somer.

"One more loop," Somer begged.

Jeff chuckled, "Alright, one more." Hand in hand, they moved back out to the main loop as they skated around.

This time Somer felt much more confident and pushed to go faster. He grinned at Jeff, breathless and his hair blowing.

Jeff laughed, he was just so happy in these moments with Somer. They finished their lap, then stepped from the ice to put on their shoes once more.

A shiver ran down Somer's spine as they stepped off. "I wasn't cold til now," he complained.

"Told you it's cold in here." Slipping his skates off for his converse and putting his skates away. Jeff offered his hand as they returned Somer's skates and went to the car.

The redhead tried to snuggle inside Jeff's coat with him. "Warm me uuuupppp!"

Jeff held him, slipping Somer into the car and turning the heat up so they could warm up. "Come here." he whispered, pulling him into a kiss.

Somer swarmed close, rubbing his nose against Jeff's cheek. "Good date," he said, smiling.

Jeff grinned, "Hmm wait until you see the next part, now eyes closed and keep them closed for me, please."

"Next part? I thought we were just going to get you some coffee?" Somer put his hands over his eyes, even though not being able to see when the car was moving was scary.

"We are but it's still part of the date." Jeff smiled, it wasn't a far drive. Soon he was parking and telling Somer to keep his eyes covered as he helped him out of the car. Jeff held him tight, swiftly walking into the building then through another door. "Okay open them." They were standing in a cat cafe.

"THERE ARE CATS EVERYWHERE!"

Jeff chuckled, "Yes there are. So how do you like your coffee or do you want some hot cocoa instead?"

Somer almost forgot to answer, staring around at all the cats, in all different sizes and dispositions. "Uh. Er, I don't like coffee, remember?" He knelt down, snapping fingers gently at an elegant silver tabby. "C'mere, yeah, you want some pets?"

Jeff chuckled. "I do, just wanted to ask in case you wanted to try one." With that, he found his way over and ordered their sweets and drinks. "You wanna find us a table?"

The redhead didn't hear him, on hands and knees rubbing his face in a fluffy kitty belly.

Jeff smiled, he found them a place as a pretty black cat came to sit on his lap, purring.

After a while Somer came over to him, cat fur of all colors decorating his sweater and several cats trailing him. He beamed at Jeff wordlessly.

Jeff grinned, moving the cat so he could have his boyfriend in his lap as he kissed him. "So you like?"

Blissfully, Somer kissed him back. "I love you." He leaned into Jeff's shoulder and sighed with deep contentment.

"I love you too. Now trying your cocoa and your catcake." Which was just a cupcake with cat ears on it.

"Catcake," Somer squeaked softly, grinning at it. "What flavour catcake?"

"Strawberry." Jeff sipping his chai tea as he hummed softly and pet the rather large cat that had found them.

Somer's green eyes went big and round. He picked up the catcake, sniffing it, and licked some frosting off. A kitty put paws on his knee, sniffing up at the catcake, and the redhead frowned at it. "No. Not for you. For hoomins. Not for cat."

Jeff snorted, hearing how he talked to the cat. "You are so cute, I just ... I can't."

Pretending to be a cat, Somer tilted his head at Jeff, then took a big bite of the catcake, heedless of frosting or crumbs. "Mmrrr?"

"Oh gosh, no no, I love you but you a human." Jeff kissing his cheek.

Giggling, Somer finished eating the catcake and licked his fingers. "You don't think I'd be a cute cat? It's a much simpler life. All belly rubs and purring."

"But then no kisses and no love making, you'd just lay around and we'd never get to be more then just pet and owner. So while you're adorable cat, you're much more amazing as a human."

Somer drank his cocoa and considered that. "I guess ... " He sighed, pretending to pout. "You give Punkinpi kisses ... "

"Not like I kiss you," Kissing along his jaw and down his neck.

"Jeff ... " Somer bit back a moan, eyes fluttering shut. "The cats are staring ... "

"Uh huh, they're just mad they're not human so they can't have the love and kisses you get," Jeff replied.

The redhead giggled, burying his face in Jeff's hair. "It's not very nice to taunt kitties, blondie." He leaned down a bit, and whispered, "Or boyfriends."

"Hmm, well, my boyfriend can have more when we get back." he whispered back. "Kitties will have to wait to find their one."

"Mmmm, what a wonderful boyfriend I have." Somer grinned, nose crinkling.

"Hmm I agree," Jeff kissing him fully now, just focusing on their mouths and lips moving together.

Somer blushed, still a little shy about being so public in their kissing. "Jeff," he whispered. "Can we go back now?"

Jeff nodded but kissed his neck once more again. "My place or yours?"

#c:jeff #para: jeff.#para: 1-4 ice skate date #;para

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mxtxconfessions · 6 years ago

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TGCF is the best out of all the books. The pairing is great, the story has a lot of angst between literally EVERY character and it's just?? So good man. I fking love Mu qing (and all the characters in general) and idk why y'all thinks it's boring when it's not?? For me that is

#tgcf #anon #answers

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effielumiere · 3 years ago

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*cliffhander appears*

me: *stares at the author's note, jaw dropped* i-... i-...... NOOOOOOOOOO! GOOD GOD! GHAADD FKING NOOOOOO-

why did you dooooo that?

IT WAS GETTING BETTERRRRR.... FFS IF I WAS THERE I ALREADY POUNCED AT THE SUCKER WHO OPENED THE DOOR, SAVIOR OR NOT

oh well, see y'all in the next episode of literally red-necked, veins-a-popping, angry Kim Seokjin huffing and puffing your house down🤣

if this was a movie, i think this cliffhanger would be awarded best cliffhanger and first place on top 10 anime betrayals 🤣 lmaoooo it was the best one so far out of all of the cliffhangers (unless I spoke too soon and you already have a better one you're hiding up your phone/computer sleeve👀🥴)

to my fellow readers, y'all doin okay? (gif above)

(btw the you better not die (stay alive) touch was it for me, I can't-😭😭🥺)

i love but, why... why the cliffhangerrrrrrr? i still love you teehee💜 I'll wait for the next one🤣

Part 21

“Well, good riddance.”

Ginny gave me a disapproving look, eyebrows furrowed so close together they almost merged. I pretended not to see her reaction at what I said, busying myself with flipping through the script backwards and forwards before settling on a page. When it felt like she wouldn’t relent, I finally looked up to meet her gaze. “What?” I shrugged. “He was an asshole to me.”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s an intern. They all get on our nerves. But this is serious. He’s missing.”

I stared at her. “You said he quit.”

“No,” she replied. “I said he never came back to work since last Friday. He hasn’t reported anything to his supervisor and they can’t reach him.”

“Maybe he ran away from his internship. I’ve heard of those before,” I said back. “Almost did that myself back in college.”

Ginny sighed, looking out the window that overlooked the city of Seoul. “I hope that’s the case.”

Not even a week later, news spread that the intern whose name was Kenzo Kwon is missing from his apartment after his supervisor, Minji, decided to do a home visit after days of no contact. Things escalated when Minji called up the university that he was enrolled with to report on his absence only to be told that no final year student is registered under that name, never mind any of them being stationed at HYBE. The university itself is a technical college specialising mostly in physical skills so unless the company is a construction one, it didn’t make any sense that their student would be there.

The police were involved.

HYBE being a giant, news only circulated internally but people were more than freaked out. The other interns became direct hits of the investigation, their internships halted. You can just imagine the uproar the company was in; a stranger, whose name we couldn’t even confirm was real, had infiltrated and posed as part of the temporary staff, whose access card granted him entrance to most of the office building, roaming around and had been disclosed to sensitive information, was now out there and on the loose. What’s worse, he had been in close contact with the company’s top assets: BTS.

Ginny and I, as well as the other hundred or so contract workers, were all under heavy fire. Our backgrounds were thoroughly checked and we were called in for questioning multiple times. This threw in a huge spanner in the drama series production and, in a desperate attempt to maintain business as usual, HYBE imposed a rule to change our access cards to only allow entrance to floors of the department we’re associated with. Any meetings with artists we were involved with, must happen on their specific floors, where we would have to go through hoops of paperworks to even be able to step onto. It was pure hell. It made everything hard to work on. It made seeing BTS, our main cast, a strenuous activity that happened only twice a month. Not only that, HYBE had double the amount of guards around the building, as well as the ones with the Bangtan boys.

The rumours had been even crazier.

Some said he was a spy from rival companies, getting tabs on disclosed information of HYBE’s artists future activities. Some dismissed him as just a deranged stalker, not of the artists but someone who works in the building, a jilted lover or a scorned husband, though to me, the first one seemed more plausible. The most ridiculous one of all was a favourite joke between Ginny and me, one that claimed that he’s actually an undercover agent, but the objective of his mission ranged from exposing abuse among interns to HYBE’s initiative to uncover power play among the employees to, the most absurd one, uncovering another undercover person. I even heard from one of the IT guys that they claimed him to be a rogue scientist but when I asked why, it was actually baseless. It was a bunch of DnD players creating stories in the IT room. Hell, I’m sure most of the rumours start from their bored asses.

“They’re so creative I might as well ask them to write the sequel to the drama,” I scoffed, sitting back and stretching my arms over my head. Ginny chuckled but she’s too engrossed in the paperwork that she had to fill for the upcoming whole crew meeting, which included BTS, of course and it was difficult enough to find a date that worked for both teams due their packed schedules. It gave me headaches just thinking about it.

This whole ordeal really made me wonder who he was and why he was there. He had been involved with the drama production but he wasn’t always there. He must’ve had other assigned tasks but Minji is of HIVE department, strictly working with literal publications. Was he attached to another department? I made a mental note to ask Minji the next time I see her but I was suddenly reminded of how much he got on my nerves. He was always asking strange questions when he was present in meetings, like those questions were somehow thought out to get under my skin. And that time when he came in to see me privately, what the hell was that? Who was he and what was he playing at?

Shrugging, I had gone back to work feeling irked and restless. The workplace I used to enjoy going to seemed so rigid and bleak now and it was sucking all the creativity juice out of me. I had a few more chapters of the story to scriptwrite but I had no motivation. HYBE, in the following weeks of the mystery investigation of Kenzo Kwon, had somehow turned into an open cage.

I was standing in front of the huge windows looking out over the city, lost in thought, when Ginny stormed up to me and threw her stuff into my chair. She groaned loudly, running her hands over her face. “Three days to the scheduled meeting and Choi is nowhere to be found! I need him to sign the papers! Do you know what a pain those paperworks is?! If we miss the deadline I’ll have to redo everything all over again!”

I put down my mug of latte which had already cooled hours ago. “Can’t you call him?”

“I did!” she huffed, exasperated. “It keeps going to voicemail. And when he is around, he always seems to be rushing and I can’t get a hold of him!”

“Well,” I said, keeping my voice cool to try and displace her irritation. “He is the head of this project. I’m sure he’s got a lot more on his plate to deal with right now. Does it have to be him? Can’t it be someone else? What about Kim? She’s the vice, she could sign in his place.”

Ginny sighed heavily, leaning back in the seat as if her spine just melted. “Fine. I’ll go find her now.”

I nodded. “Sounds good. Just explain the whole thing about Choi.”

“You know,” she said, glancing up at me. ��He’s been missing the smaller meetings, too, lately. He’s barely there anymore.”

I shrugged. “Doesn’t surprise me. Things are fucked up right now with the whole Kenzo thing.”

“I mean, where is he disappearing to anyway?” Ginny asked, throwing her hands up. “He’s literally the head of the project, he should be here.”

I snorted. “Gin, we were going in and out of interrogation rooms both with the police and with the legal teams here just a couple of weeks ago. I’m sure he had more to bear as the leader. Just chill. You’ll get things sorted with or without the signatures, I’m sure.”

Ginny glared at me but didn’t answer back, a sign that she thought I was right. It had been hell for us to go up and down those interviews, as they called it, that we didn’t get any work done in those weeks. She stood up and collected her things again. “I just hope they figure out who he is soon and find him. I want this over with. It’s a fucking nightmare.”

“You and me both,” I replied. “I hope whatever happened didn’t spook our private investors away.”

Ginny looked at me. “What private investor?”

I kicked myself for saying it aloud because according to Mr Choi, not everyone was made aware of the news. “The NDA is there for a reason,” he had told me. But Ginny is my agent, who is basically my manager now, and it made me wonder why she wasn’t in the loop. I shake my head. “Nothing, forget it.”

“No, tell me. What private investor? We have a private investor?”

I threw my hands up in defence. “Look, I signed an NDA, okay? I can’t say. It just slipped out of my mouth.”

“You signed a what? When? For what?” Ginny took a step closer to me. “Why didn’t you tell me about it? Everything concerning you should go through me first especially anything that needs your signature.”

“Choi came to me directly, okay?” I said, getting annoyed. “And I’ve signed it and I’m not going to say anything more.”

“Well, who else knows?” she asked, hands on her hips.

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask.”

Ginny regarded me, her brows furrowing. She was chewing on her bottom lips. She took out her phone and started dialling, putting the phone to her ear. “Who’re you calling?”

“Choi,” she said. “I’ll get to the bottom of this if I have to drag him by his feet. And get the signatures while I’m at it.” She turned and left, slamming the door behind her.

***

I stare at the Monopoly board in disbelief, too afraid to even breathe in case it’s too loud to hear him properly.

Namjoon?

I’m here, baby.

That’s when I break down, crashing against the board game as the tears flow freely, gasping for air as I cry in mixed relief and happiness. The emotions washes over me like cleansing waves after waves, wracking my body until I’m shaking to my core. Strength has left me but the sweet, sweet elation of hearing his voice once again makes my heart bloom so greatly my brain is malfunctioning on how to express it. The tears were easy as they had always been there at the edges, waiting for release.

All at once, the boys start to speak with Namjoon, the telepathy link crowded and bursting with their voices both in shouts or cries or just pure ecstasy that I can barely understand what is being said or even who is actually speaking. They are speaking over each other that all Namjoon can do is laugh but I can hear it, too, in his voice, the strain melting away as he rejoices to the sound of his brothers’ call for him.

I push myself up on my wobbling elbows, turning to look at Taehyung’s wailing face and I pull him into a tight hug, the boy overwhelmed. Someone is pulling me by my shirt and I find myself in Hoseok’s arms next. His face is tear-stained but he’s more quiet, sniffling as he presses my face against his. “You did it. You reached him,” he mumbles through trembling lips.

“We did it,” I say, cupping his cheeks.

We break away and the first person I lock eyes with is Yoongi. He has tears still falling down his red cheeks, his eyes watery but the soft smile on his face feels like a gentle hand that finally calms my senses, reining them in again. I want so much to crawl into his lap but right now it seems that Jungkook needs it more than me. He has his head buried against Yoongi’s stomach as Yoongi rocks him like a child.

When everyone is settled again, when everyone has wiped the last tears and snots from their faces, when everyone is sitting down back in the circle (minus Jungkook who remains laying in Yoongi’s lap), we’re ready again to talk to Namjoon.

Joonie, can you hear me?

Yes, baby. Loud and clear. Anyone want to explain how this is happening?

I take a deep breath and look around at the others but everyone is staring back at me. Jin gives a small nod, urging me to keep talking. I…don’t know. I’m not exactly sure how but…oh God, I’m so glad to hear your voice again. I hold back another bout of tears, swallowing hard to stop myself from crying.

Me too, baby.

Jin wipes his nose. Yah, Namjoon-ah. I’m going to kick your ass so hard when I see you again.

Namjoon chuckles and I find myself smiling when I hear that. He’s alive, I think. He’s safe.

Namjoon-hyung. Jungkook’s mind-voice is feeble and we all turn to look at him wiping his face with his already wet sleeves. At that moment, he looks less like the twenty-four-year-old man that he is and more like the fifteen-year-old kid the six men took care of almost a decade ago. His alpha is also in the same state, small with his head on his own paws. I can’t quite make sense of this image I keep getting of our wolves but it feels real and is vivid in my head. Is it the result or the reason for when the telepathy link is established?

Jungkook-ah, Jin-hyung didn’t feed you well, did he?

Yah! I feed him more than enough!

Then why does he sound so small, hyung?

Jin is now up on his knees, hands flying and lips puckering even when he speaks internally. It’s funny to watch, like a game of Charades as Jin’s mental voice attacks Namjoon like a machine gun going off. Because he’s been worried sick about you, Namjoon-ah. You left without saying goodbye! You know how sensitive our maknae is! Your long-ass letter doesn’t count because it’s bullshit and how could you leave us with that map while you just easily surrender, hah? And you didn’t even talk to us and you didn’t tell us about what was happening before you left. I’m so mad at you right now for being so selfish and stingy and you think you’re Anpanman? Yaaaahhh! I have no more words to say!

He sits back down again, huffing and crossing his arms together. I’m trying to hide my smile to respect Jin’s anger but the way that he’s scrunching up his face tells me that he was mainly playing but there are truths in his words that every one of us silently agreed with. Namjoon lets out another small chuckle. Hyung, I’m sorry. When we see each other again, you can yell at me again, okay?

Yoongi clears his throat. Let’s catch up later. Namjoon-ah, where are you?

Namjoon sighs. I don’t know. A room, I guess.

Flashes of images fill my mind and I see Namjoon pacing a small white room, bare of nothing except a simple single bed, a small desk and a toilet in the corner. It looks like a prison setting, only brighter and more sterile. I see Namjoon wearing all white so it almost looks like he’s blending in with the walls and the sheets on the bed. I look up to Yoongi and notice the look on his face. Did we see what Namjoon is seeing?

Namjoon continues. They’ve locked me in here since I volunteered to come up. I don’t see anybody unless they’re bringing in food or when they’re taking blood samples. If this keeps going, I’m going to be drained. Look, his tone turns serious and I see an image of Namjoon sitting down on the edge of his bed, head in his hands. It’s a whole damn facility up here. I…I misjudged him.

We glance at each other, suddenly grim. Yoongi asks, Did you…did you meet him?

No, I didn’t, Namjoon answers. It’s a whole team of researchers, too. And they have armed guards.

We all remain silent, whatever hopes that resurrect with connecting with Namjoon diminishing little by little. Then Namjoon speaks again. I’m being watched twenty-four seven. There’s cameras in this room and they didn’t bother to hide it this time.

How big is the place? Jin asks, brows furrowed, chin against his chest.

I don’t know exactly but it looks like a hospital building.

Have you seen anything other than your room? I ask.

Except the hallways? No, not really, he says and I have a flash of Namjoon’s face frowning. The exit from the bunker is a hatch in the ground. It’s not guarded or locked but you’d have to come through another set of doors to get into the facility and that one uses this fancy keypad lock. The screen one that if you break it, it’ll just keep the lock on and trigger the alarm.

That’s when our hopes are dashed completely. I sit back weakly against Hoseok, letting out a shaky breath. That’s it. That’s the end of it. My lips trembled again and I bit down hard. “Great, how are we going to find out the combination?” I hear Hoseok mutter.

Yoongi asks, hesitantly, Do you, by any chance, know how many digits there are in the password?

Four, Namjoon answers without missing a beat. I’m confident because I heard the sound when they keyed them in. I just- fuck, I should’ve paid more attention to the numbers.

I sit up, an idea forming. This is ridiculous, but do you…remember the sounds?

Namjoon is silent for a moment before saying, Maybe? If I can hear it again, maybe I can remember the sequence.

“But we don’t even know the digits,” Jimin mumbles, looking at me from across the Monopoly board.

I turn to Jin. “Do we have flour in the kitchen?”

Jin nods. “Lots but this is hardly the time to bake, sweetie.”

Yoongi suddenly smacks Jin on the thigh, a loud resounding sound that makes Jin yelps, rubbing at his leg and glaring at Yoongi in a what the fuck way. But Yoongi is looking at me, eyes and mouth wide as he understands exactly what I plan to do. “You’re a fucking genius! That’s right! We could use the flour!”

I grin back at him, nodding. I hear Namjoon growls playfully, My baby’s fucking smart.

I think back, If we can find the digits and try it out a couple of times, maybe you’ll remember the sequence and-

And we won’t have to go through ten thousand trials and errors! Yoongi finishes, gripping Jungkook’s shoulder so hard he finally sits up, rubbing at the spot.

I notice Taehyung and Jimin looking confused as hell, looking back and forth between me and Yoongi. Hoseok’s face is just blank, staring at me. Jimin speaks this time, his voice dripping in sarcasm, annoyed for being left behind. Please, somebody translate everything into a language we can all understand.

I laugh, clapping my hands once. “Haven’t you watched any spy or crime movies? They always use some sort of powder to put over any screens to get fingerprints off!”

Taehyung starts tapping Jimin on the arm excitedly. “Oh, oh! I know! The fingerprints will show which numbers are pressed!”

“Ding, ding, ding!” I crow aloud and even Hoseok is laughing and clapping his hands.

“Waahh!” exclaims Hoseok. “Daebak!”

And then, in unison and comically so, Jimin and Taehyung turn to each other, both have their thumbs up in each other’s faces and parrot, “Bak, bak!”

The room roars into laughter and I get another image of Namjoon trying to hide his grin behind his hand. It’s been a long time since the house feels less like a prison, a long time since there’s actual, real and distinct hope of getting out of here, a long time since I feel this lightness in my chest. I want to see you again, baby, I hear Namjoon saying and judging from the other guys still laughing and joking, I knew it was a private thought only for me. I want to see your pretty little ass again, he repeats, his domineering aura travelling through the link that sends delicious shivers up my spine.

“So when do we do this?” Taehyung asks aloud, and then remembering to include Namjoon, repeats the question through telepathy.

Tonight. When the lights go out after midnight. You might have a chance, then. There’s a slight resoluteness in Namjoon’s voice that sounded foreboding and I’m not the only one who picked up on it. Yoongi and Jin exchange sombre looks, a look that shoots fear through my heart but I try not to pay it much attention. No one wants to ask about the armed guards but Namjoon sends flashing images, his memories of them so we get an idea. They look like normal soldiers but instead of green they wear grey and wear balaclavas, an M4 Carbine slung around one shoulder each as they march Namjoon to his new room.

“We can’t all go,” Yoongi suddenly says. “We’re still under surveillance and it’ll alert them if all of us are missing.”

I don’t like the idea that some of us are left down here or even only one of us up there but Yoongi has a point. We would have a better chance with stealth and in our current situation, stealth means a smaller number. The question is; who gets to go up?

We need to secure the surveillance room first, says Namjoon, his tone dark. If we can take out the guards there, the others will have a chance to come up. We have to be smart and mostly, we have to be patient. The last sentence feels like it’s directed for me but then again, I might not be the only one apprehensive about a smaller number leaving. We have no actual clue what to expect and in contrast to stealth, strength can only come with a bigger number.

How do we decide who will go? Jin asks, looking around at all of us and seeming to skip me, something I find a little offensive.

Suddenly, like a wave sweeping over, the all-too familiar sense of Namjoon’s alpha settled over us and I knew then that he had already chosen. Jungkookie, Namjoon calls gently. You think you can handle it?

Jungkook pushes off of Yoongi, his shoulders suddenly growing wider as he straightens up. He looks at me briefly and I see his alpha wolf has also sat up, head and ears perked. What do you need me to do, hyung?

After reciting the plan for the third time,Namjoon decided to do it tonight.

Midnight was just around the corner and it didn’t take long for us to wait, anxious and sick to our stomachs. Jungkook is quiet from when the plan was laid out until now, sitting on the stairs with his elbows on his knees, staring holes into the floor, his brows knitted.

“You think he’s going to be fine?” I hear Hoseok whisper to Jin who in turn looks at the maknae for a long time, never answering. Jin, who earlier had slapped Jungkook on the back and enthusiastically said “If anyone can do it, it’ll be you, JK,” doesn’t look so confident now. Or maybe he’s just worried. We have no idea what’s to come.

Yoongi pulls me aside into the reading area, away from everyone else. His grip on my wrist is tight, his nails digging into my skin. He stares deep into my eyes and this close I can see the light facial hair coming in and how sunken his cheeks look now. He looks torn between what to say next but I run my hand through his hair, his hair which now has grown long. “I’m going to be fine,” I say with a smile. “You don’t have to worry.”

“Bullshit,” he replies softly. “Everyone is worried. I don’t know why Namjoon wants you to go with Jungkook. I have no fucking clue what he’s thinking. It’s dangerous up there.”

“It’s dangerous whether I go or not,” I say back, sliding my arms around him. “And I think two is better than one.”

“Then I’ll go,” he says, pulling me close, “you stay here.”

I put my palm against his warm cheek, noting how his lashes curled back, how soft his skin is and how close we have become whether by living in proximity or because of our altered DNA. In the back of my mind, I have this sudden flashback to when I had only been an ARMY, one among the millions, who only got to look at them from behind barriers or on screens. I’m reminded of that first day when they walked into the room and me thinking how reality felt like a fantasy in that small moment, excited at the prospect of being able to work together. I remember the first time I sat together with them at the cafeteria table after work and Yoongi had brought over eight bottles of different types of sodas. When he put one in front of me, he said casually without making eye contact, “No alcohol because writer-nim is a teetotal.”

“There must be a reason Namjoon chose me,” I start, caressing his cheek with my thumb. “And if he’d think I couldn’t do it, he wouldn’t have.”

“Are you saying I’m doubting you?”

“Are you?”

His eyes bore into mine and I see a million emotions flicker through them, none of which he could express with words. “Shibal,” he mutters, his mouth fusing against mine in a kiss so rough it feels more like a desperate attempt to merge us together, a way to keep me with him when I have to go up top later with Jungkook, just as Namjoon had planned. When he pulls away, I see blood on his lips and taste the copper on my tongue, unsure if it was mine or his lips that had split. It didn’t seem to matter. “Don’t you dare die. You hear me?”

I let out a dry giggle, shaking my head. “That’s the ultimate plan.” Then my tone drops, the smile wiped off my face. “You, too, Min Yoongi.”

He doesn’t say anything but squeezes me, an unsaid confirmation, a gesture instead of words that could be held against him if he fails to do so. I’m not satisfied but Jin is calling for me before I have a chance to argue.

In the living room, the boys are slowly remaking the nest, the Monopoly board now abandoned on one of the sofas. Without warning, my omega slips into action, whining and pushing them off so that she could do it properly, fluffing up pillows, arranging the blankets and random clothing items, organising the other stuff that makes up the nesting materials. I have a feeling this would be the last time I would prepare the nest for the pack, one last comfort I can leave behind for them, in case the plan goes to hell. The way the boys hold back, watching from the rim of the nest, I didn’t need telepathy to read their minds; they share the same notion. The air is thick and heavy with it, a sort of finality shrouding us. No one said anything much.

When I’m done, I sit in the middle of it, cross-legged, and look up at them. Yoongi is barely looking back, his eyes roam the room, anything but at me, blinking furiously. Jin is the first to come in, fluffing his pillow and patting the spot next to him. I crawl over and he envelops me in his arms, chin resting on the top of my head. Jimin cuddles close next to us and Taehyung takes the other side. Hoseok settles next to Jimin, looking back at Jungkook who is still standing out. “Jungkookie,” he calls, his voice the happy-go-lucky Hoseok that I haven’t heard in so long. “Come inside and be my hug pillow.”

Jungkook gives a small smile, a light snort as if he’s about to roll his eyes but complies, going over to his Hoseok-hyung and letting the older one manhandle him, bear-hugging him, one leg over his thigh. “You’re heavy, hyung,” he complains but Hoseok doesn’t relent and Jungkook does nothing to push him off, even hugging Hoseok’s leg against himself.

Yoongi is in the nest last, his scent heavy and brooding. He settles opposite of me, his toes reaching over to nudge mine, one foot in between my two feet.

I feel Namjoon’s alpha’s commanding air blanketing us before I hear him. Now, sleep, and the house falls into a deep slumber.

I awoke to Jungkook shaking my shoulders, a grim look on his face. I rub sleep from my eyes and sit up, Jin’s arm falling slack to hit Jimin across the chest but neither even stir. I stuff a pillow in my spot and pull the blanket up, doing the same as what Jungkook did with his, Hoseok now hugging an actual pillow. We stand outside the nest looking in for a moment longer, wondering if this was what Namjoon did before he left us, what Namjoon had felt before he walked out. This sinking feeling of not knowing if we’ll meet again, an unspoken goodbye as we go to meet an unknown fate wrought through my heart and I feel Jungkook’s hand squeezing mine. “I took care of the reading area cameras. We should go.”

I let Jungkook guide me, the house silent and dark, made even darker since there is no fake moon to shine through the windows. He removes the Bible from the shelf and peers in between the book. He reaches in, feeling for the switch I had found and turns to me.

“You sure they won’t notice the one camera out?” I whisper.

“Let’s just hope they don’t,” he answers softly. “Ready?”

I’m not but I nod anyway, steeling my nerve and gritting my teeth together. I hear a soft click as he presses on it and hold my breath. The shelf itself lets out a sigh and we both take a few steps back, watching with wide eyes as it somehow sinks into the wall before rolling sideways to reveal an opening. The light flickers inside and the sudden brightness makes us squint as we look at what looks like a small square room. When my eyes adjust, I see it for what is; a landing area, the entrance to the hatch. Silver rungs of ladder line the wall directly in front of us leading upward and as we inch closer, head tilting up to see, I almost missed a breath.

That is a long way up.

I gulp, staring at Jungkook whose Adam’s apple is sticking in my face as he’s craning his neck as if that will help him see the top end of the ladder. We hear another heavy sigh and jump, looking back as the shelf slides back into place. That’s when I noticed the button on the side wall, probably to open it again from this side. The light in the room flickers and then turns off but the ladder shaft is still lit. Jungkook puts one hand on the rung and then a foot. “I’ll go first. Watch your step, noona.”

We climb up in total silence, our bare feet barely making a sound against each metal. My palms are starting to sweat and I dare not look down. I’m starting to feel claustrophobic, breathing heavily and keeping my eyes level with my hands instead of putting too much pressure on my neck looking up towards Jungkook. My arms are getting tired and it feels like we’ve been climbing for hours. Just a little bit more, says Jungkook in my head but even I can hear him panting.

Then Jungkook stops and I halt just before the rung his feet is on. I look up and whisper, “What is it?”

Jungkook looks down, sweat lining his hairline. “It’s the hatch.”

My heart starts thudding a little faster, pushing down thoughts about what negative outcome this is going to lead to. I wait with bated breath, watching Jungkook carefully and slowly turning the wheel of the hatch. It makes a creaking sound on the first turn that spikes my heart rate even more but it turns smoothly the rest of the way. When the wheel finished turning all the way, Jungkook pauses and peers down at me again. “Noona,” he calls in a small voice, “ready?”

I count to ten before finally nodding. Jungkook hesitates for a moment before turning back around to the hatch. He lays his palm flat against the surface. Namjoon-hyung, he calls out, I hope you’re right.

Gwenchana, comes Namjoon’s reply. The security door is what you should worry about.

Jungkook nods even though he knows Namjoon couldn’t have seen that. With a deep breath, he pushes open the hatch, his shoulder muscles straining. The hatch swings open but instead of thumping on its back on the other side, the hinges hold it open at a hundred and twenty degree angle. All I can see beyond Jungkook is the white smooth ceiling and the bright fluorescent light of the other side. Jungkook climbs out, sticking his head out, looking around once before pulling himself fully out. He squats around the lip of the hatch and holds out a hand. I take his hand and climb up after him. We both remain low on the ground, taking in the room that resembles the landing pad down below. No cameras in sight.

Topside, finally. Is it just me or does it feel lighter? But at the thought of the rest of the pack still sleeping somewhere below me gives my stomach a funny feeling.

Jungkook gently lowers the hatch but doesn’t lock it. He nods towards the only exit, a double steel door with a red line across it that says authorised personnel only in yellow. Just like Namjoon said, a keypad is stuck on the wall next to it, the screen black. We both approach it, staring at it as if it might suddenly grow a mouth with razor sharp teeth and start attacking us. Jungkook waves a hand over it and suddenly the screen lights up, showing the numbers.

I fish out the small ziplock bag of flour from my pocket and open it. I take a small handful of it and look at Jungkook, suddenly feeling silly. He shrugs and I sigh. Here goes nothing. I throw the flour over the screen, expecting to fail because it can’t be that easy, can it? But there they were; white-floured fingerprints over the digit one, three, six and zero. Jungkook and I stare at each other in awe.

Hyung, we have the digits. It’s one, three, six, zero.

Good. Let me listen to the sounds.

Okay, ears up.

Jungkook laughs softly before he presses them one by one in slow succession, letting Namjoon hear the notes. To my ears, there’s not much difference between one from the other but as a music producer, I do hope his hearing is much more attuned. I stand back and let Jungkook handle the keypad lock, praying silently that the door won’t suddenly open from the other side.

Can you try it one more time?

There’s a waver in Namjoon’s voice that gives me a bad feeling but I chalk that up to nerves breaking at the seams with each passing valuable seconds that we have. How many tries do we actually have before the keypad locks on itself and sounds the alarm? I watch as Jungkook presses the digits once more and the keypad beeps to let us know it’s the wrong code, twice now. Fuck. Namjoon is quiet and Jungkook’s finger wavers above the pad. I watch his Adam’s apple bob a few times and I hug my arms together to stop myself from shaking. C’mon, Namjoon, I think. Now’s not the time to play dumb.

Jungkook-ah, Namjoon says, try zero, six, one, three.

Again, Jungkook nods and slowly presses the numbers.

Fuck, that’s not it, says Namjoon just as Jungkook hits the last digit and keypad lets out a warning sound. I press my eyes together, silently praying to whoever or whatever is listening for Namjoon to get the code right the next try.

Okay, okay. Let’s try six, zero, one, three.

The keypad lock beeps again and this time it comes with a warning that we have one last try. Jungkook glances towards me, fear reflecting in his eyes. I reach out a hand and he takes it, linking our fingers together, sweaty palm against sweaty palm. We both can hear Namjoon cursing and swearing but I knew this was a long shot. We all did.

Joonie, I call out, maybe we can put this off for another time. We can think about the combi-”

Wait! Hold on! Just let me think.

I exchange looks with Jungkook, shaken not by the aggression in Namjoon’s voice but the desperation. This is starting to be more dangerous than futile. We stay silent, letting Namjoon blow off steam and I get an image of him pacing his room angrily, pulling at his hair. I’m about to comfort him, to tell him that it’s fine, we can come back another time once we gather ourselves when we hear something from the other side of the door.

“Someone’s coming,” Jungkook says in a panic whisper, his hand gripping mine so tight I think my bones might pop but the terror that’s taking ahold of me is much greater than the pain that I barely notice. The noise is louder now and it’s clearer that whoever or whatever it is, it’s right on the other side. We hear the faint beeping of the keypad lock, the one from the outside and I think my heart is now in my throat. Jungkook and I both take a few steps back and I contemplate the thought of jumping back down the hatch.

The hatch, I think aloud to Jungkook. We can jump back down.

We won’t make it.

GO! Namjoon’s mind voice shouts so loud it sounded physical that my ears are ringing. Get the fuck outta-

Too late.

We hear the keypad lock beeps in a lighter note just as the similar one on our side blinks green with the words DOOR UNLOCK written across it. Jungkook steps in front of me, one hand shielding me. His alpha awakens, hair bristling and going into protective mode; ears down, growling as Jungkook’s scent heightens, his pheromones the strongest it has ever been. I’ve never seen this alpha Jungkook, seeming that he had always been the smallest among the other three. But now, at this moment, Jeon Jungkook looks to be the most ferocious, his back hard, his shoulders wide, ready to tear through a whole army with his bare hands. I clench the back of his shirt, not to hold him back but more for comfort because as the door unlocks and the automatic system jumps to life, I think this is it.

The steel doors finally slide open and my grip tightens. My only thought is, as my omega bares her teeth and prepares to attack alongside her alpha, no way in hell Jungkook is fighting alone.

a/n: before you guys scream about the cliffhanger, I KNOW! IM IN PAIN TOO T_T but as always, let me know what you think in the comment or ask. I feel I have a few aces up my sleeves before this story wraps up xx

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