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The Road Ahead - ch 6 | Frankie Morales x female reader

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For most of your married life, you dedicated yourself to waiting for Frankie. After each deployment, you patiently awaited his return, longing for the moment when he would be by your side again. During those nights when nightmares consumed his thoughts, you yearned for him to open up to you, hoping that he would find solace in sharing his pain. And as his addiction spiraled out of control, you held onto the hope that he would recognize his problem and seek help. However, despite your countless protests and pleas, you now find yourself waiting for him once more as he ventures off to Colombia, engaged in God knows what.

But this time is different. Determined, you make a solemn promise to yourself: You will never wait for Frankie again.

Rating: M for Mature (18 + no minors allowed)

Word Count: 9K (Sorry T.T)

Warning: Applicable for the entire fic / PTSD, drug use and addiction, postpartum depression, abusive familial relationships, self-hatred, unhealthy coping mechanism, explicit sexual content, violence, mentions of suicidal thoughts, super angsty

Chapter Summary: Summer without your husband. You don't know what to except for the months ahead with Frankie away in rehab, but you know you want to learn who you are again.

Notes: Hey everyone, thank you very much for the support for this fic, it means the world to me to see people liking, reblogging or commenting!!! This fic is approaching the end unfortunately, as much as I love these two together, it was always meant to be on the shorter side. Since its my first ever story, I wanted to see if I could stick to a story without my mind fizzling and apparently I can ! SO HURRAY! I am anticipating 1 more chapter and 1 long epilogue after this.

I've already started working on fic #2 and #3 and I will be posting the summaries/ series masterlists later tonight or tomorrow morning :) I was also thinking on opening a poll to ask which stories you guys want me to do first.

But in the meantime, hope you all enjoy this chapter !!!!

A Change of Season

MONTH 1 - JUNE

"Are you sure, Alma? I don't want to impose on you too much..." you ask hesitantly, internally hoping Alma will agree to your last-minute request.

"Nonsense, mija. It's my pleasure. You know how I always enjoy spending time with Estrelita, and it gives me a chance to spoil her rotten. Truly, it means the world to this old woman that you trust me to stay with your little Princesa." Alma responds warmly.

Relief washes over you as you let out a grateful sigh. "Thank you so, so much, Alma. I hate asking so last minute, but my boss just called me to cover this Saturday since I have to take Ella to get her shots today. And I know Ella would be thrilled to spend time with her favorite abuela.”

Alma Vargas Morales snorts angrily on the other end of the line. "I can't believe those pendejos would make you work over the weekend like that. As if baby shots could be re-scheduled like a nail appointment! I'm tempted to march over there and give them a piece of my mind!”

You can't help but let out a laugh, picturing Frankie's spirited 72-year-old mother storming into the Florida Community College library, grabbing your boss by the ear, and dressing him down loud enough for the dean of strudents to hear. You’d pay good money to see that. “But seriously, Alma, I can't express how much I appreciate this. You're a lifesaver.”

"And you are an amazing mother, mija..." You can hear Alma taking a deep breath on the other side of the line. "Not many women would have done what you have for your daughter and your husband."

"Alma..." you begin to interject, but she cuts you off.

"No, mija. Francisco was so out of line he couldn't even see the line anymore. I didn't raise my son to act like this, and you are way better than he deserves at the moment." Alma's words carry a mix of frustration and disappointment.

Alma takes another breath, her voice softening. "I love mi hijo, I nursed him, took care of him when he was sick, I saw him grow from a shy little boy into a handsome and self-assured man. But he was never really happy until he met you, mija. Now, es el momento de que Francisco se arrepienta de sus pecados." Her tone finishes somberly.

You're left speechless, both deeply moved and unsure by Alma's sudden outburst. The woman had always been strict but loving. When Frankie was young, they didn't have much. His father died young and without insurance, leaving Alma alone to raise Frankie and his two sisters. But Alma had done her best to provide for her three children and give them every opportunity she could.

Now, Frankie's younger sister followed in her mother's footsteps as a nurse, while the eldest had become an accountant before deciding to stay home with her own children. Alma was a strong woman whom you had always admired. When you first met her, she had looked at you for only a couple of seconds before grabbing you by the neck with her tiny yet stout stature, pulling you into a tight embrace. "Thank you for taking care of mi hijo, God knows that knucklehead needs it! Just like his dad, that one is! " she had whispered in your ear before releasing you and playfully swatting Frankie's head. "What the hell was that for?" Frankie had exclaimed.

"No decir groserías," Alma had answered, her gaze piercing Frankie. "That was for hiding this lovely girl all this time and for not minding your manners. You haven't even offered her anything to drink yet!" Frankie rubbed his head and muttered, "Esta es tu casa…"

"Qué dijiste Francisco?" Alma questioned sternly.

"Nada, Nada," Frankie quickly replied, trying to diffuse the situation.

Throughout the entire interaction between mother and son, you had held back your laughter. But as Frankie's cheeks turned pink, he made his way towards you, and you couldn't help but think that you would love to be a part of this family. Since that day, you had loved Alma, and she had become the mother figure you had never truly had in your life.

"Alma, whatever happens between Francisco and me will never have any repercussions on your relationship with Ella. I would never take her away from you or your family. Ella is a Morales, and you can see her whenever you want," you assure her.

On the other side of the line, you hear Alma's sniffles. "Maldito Francisco, eres un estúpido muchacho," Alma mutters, her voice filled with frustration. "Francisco has made a lot of mistakes, but the one thing he didn't mess up was marrying you, mija."

"Gracias, mama. I promise that whatever happens, Ella and I will always be there," you express sincerely.

"Gracias, mija," Alma replies warmly.

"Is it okay if I drop Ella on Saturday around 7:30 am? I have to be at the library by 8:15," you ask.

"Of course, es muy perfecto! I'll make my famous tostadas!" Alma responds enthusiastically, her excitement palpable.

You can't help but let out a laugh at Alma's enthusiasm. "Alma, you know that Ella is just 5 months old, right? She won't be able to taste your famous tostadas for a while yet."

Alma lets out a huff, acknowledging her oversight. "I got ahead of myself; I suppose."

"I'll pump some milk and have it ready for you in her bag," you suggest. After a brief pause, you add, "Will you call me to tell me how everything is going?"

You can hear Alma's affectionate tone as she responds, "Mija, I'll send you updates every hour on your phone, with those messages things you kids always send each other. You don't have to worry. I've raised three babies, and they all reached adulthood, although some have made questionable decisions."

"Thank you so much, Alma. I really appreciate it," you express gratefully, feeling a sense of relief knowing that Ella will be in capable and loving hands.

"ESTRELLA MORALES!" The loud voice of the tall brunette clad in blue scrubs resonates through the large waiting room.

"Sorry, mama, I have to go. It's Ella's turn," you whisper urgently into the phone.

"Te quiero, mija. I will see you tomorrow morning."

Quickly, you close your phone and grab the stroller where Ella is peacefully napping. Gathering your belongings, you ensure that everything is in order before hurrying after the nurse. As she leads you into a smaller room, she introduces herself. "My name is Coral, and I'll be administering the vaccines for little Ella today," she says, reaching for the files on her desk. "I see she is here for the DTaP-IPV-Hib vaccine. It shouldn't take too long."

Coral glances inside the stroller where Ella has woken up from her nap and is looking around anxiously. "Well, isn't she a cutie? Hello, baby," Coral greets Ella warmly, taking out a bright pink rattle and shaking it in front of her. Ella responds with a delighted laugh, momentarily distracted from the unfamiliar surroundings.

"All right, mama, I'm going to need you to hold your baby while I give her the shots. She won't like it, as few babies do, but I'll be as quick as possible," Coral informs you, her professional demeanour evident. She briefly scans the page of Ella's file before her eyes narrow slightly. "I also wanted to confirm something with you. I only see one signature on the parental form, but there is a Francisco Morales listed on Ella's file. Should we be made aware of a change in the files?"

Your heart drops at the insinuation, and a mix of emotions floods over you. "Frankie... I mean, Francisco is Ella's father," you explain, your voice tinged with a touch of defensiveness. "He is currently unable to sign off on the documents due to personal reasons, but I promise he is 100% supportive of every medical decision I make for Ella."

You realize that you're frantically trying to justify yourself to this stranger, feeling the weight of judgment and the need to ensure that Ella's well-being is understood. Coral looks back at you, then at the file, before letting out a sigh. "Look, I'm not trying to trick you," she begins, her voice filled with a mix of empathy and professional concern. "But as medical professionals, we have a responsibility to ensure that the environment at home is safe for Estrella. You understand what I'm saying.” The mere mention of home safety sends a chill down your spine, the silent threat of involving CPS clear in Coral’s tone.

With a knot forming in your stomach, you gather your thoughts and respond cautiously, your voice betraying a hint of fear. "Yes, I understand," you manage to say, trying to keep your composure. "I assure you that Estrella's home environment is safe and loving. We prioritize her well-being above everything else, and we take every precaution to provide her with a secure and nurturing space. My husband is just… unavailable right now.”

Coral glances back at you, her eyes narrowing slightly as she processes your response. "As you say," she acknowledges, her tone carrying a hint of reservation. However, her sunny disposition quickly resurfaces, and a warm smile returns to her face. "All right then," she says, her voice brightening. "Shall we proceed with this little shot?”

MONTH 2 - JULY

You sit outside, enjoying the warmth of the sun on one of the only free benches in front of the library building. With a tomato sandwich in one hand, you type a message to Mrs. Hu, asking about Ella's day so far. Almost immediately, Mrs. Hu responds by sending you an adorable picture of Ella on her belly, reaching for her favourite cat plushy, a big orange thing with oversized ears and fuzzy white paws. It melts your heart, and for the 100th time, you can’t help but be amazed at the wonderful being your love with Frankie created.

Frankie... Oh, Frankie. Today feels bittersweet, as on the one hand, you hadn’t thought of him too much, but on the other hand, you felt guilty because you hadn’t thought of him that much. Some days are almost unbearable, as your mind becomes entangled with memories of… memories of everything before it all went to hell. You replay moments: the goods, the less-than goods and everything in between. But still, all these moments were what made you and Frankie a team, a partnership. It was a life you built together. Still, you couldn’t help but question your actions and wonder if anything could have prevented the events that unfolded over the last two months.

Yet, dwelling on these thoughts only serves to torment you further. Now when these thoughts surface, you try your best to follow the guidance of your new therapist. You try to let the memories wash over you like rain on an umbrella, try to let them come, accept them without letting yourself be ruled by them. But they persist, stubbornly clinging to every corner of your mind. It's a difficult battle, and despite your earnest efforts, grief and longing persistently infiltrate both your waking hours and restless nights. The weight of it all hangs heavily in the air, casting a sad shadow over your life. You yearn for a bit of reprieve from the ceaseless ache that Frankie's absence has left behind. But today is a good day. So far.

The blaring alarm on your phone abruptly interrupts your lunch break, signalling that it's time to return to work. Hastily cramming the last remnants of your sandwich into your mouth, you briskly make your way toward the imposing building. Upon reaching the entrance, you make your way to the help desk, where you settle down and begin reviewing emails and addressing various queries from staff and students.

As you open the first email, which seems to be part of an infinite pile (how is this possible after just half an hour?), your attention is diverted by the approaching figure of the library director. A distinguished-looking older man, his hair hangs in wispy white strands, lending him an air of wisdom. His tweed suit, more reminiscent of academia at Oxford than the sunny locale of Florida, accentuates his scholarly aura.

"Sweetheart, do you mind coming into my office?" You can't help but cringe at the nickname. You've never been fond of the nickname. You were initially uncomfortable but later learned from Roberta, another librarian who looked like she was born between the bookshelves, that he addresses everyone this way. Annoying and reductive, perhaps, but ultimately benign. And honestly, apart from the cringeworthy calling, Director Robertson is an amicable presence with no noteworthy complaints.

"Of course, Mr. Robertson. Would you like me to come in now?" "Yes, please," he says, his fingers delicately twirling his long mustache, "I know you've just returned from your lunch break, so I presume you haven't embarked on any new tasks yet." Captivated momentarily by the whimsical sight of his mustache dance, you acquiesce and rise from your desk before placing a sign that reads "Keep reading - Be back in 15 min." Trotting diligently behind your boss, you traverse the expanse of the library, guided by the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the windows. Finally, you arrive at his office nestled at the rear of the building, granting an enchanting vista overlooking a courtyard where students are rushing to their next classes.

Director Robertson gestures toward the plush, cushioned chair positioned in front of his grand wooden desk, silently inviting you to take a seat. With a touch of unease, you settle into the chair, your hands nervously intertwining in your lap. There's something about Director Robertson's stern grandfatherly demeanour that always makes you feel like a scolded child in his presence. Seeking solace, you follow the advice of your therapist, taking a deep breath and counting silently (1-2-3), before releasing it slowly, allowing the tension to dissipate. Untangling your hands, you place them gingerly on the armrests of the chair. After all, sometimes you have to "fake it till you make it," right?

"What can I do for you, Director?" you inquire, maintaining a composed facade despite the underlying nervousness.

"AH! That's what I appreciate about you, dear!" Director Robertson exclaims with a hint of enthusiasm. "You don't beat around the bush, and you don't try to kiss my ass like everyone else around here!" His words, while somewhat brash, sound genuine.

"I am glad to hear it, sir..." You respond, feeling a sense of perplexity. The sudden shift in conversation catches you off guard, leaving you momentarily lost.

"How is that little girl of yours? Your little baby, right? How old is she now?" Director Robertson inquires, a touch of warmth underlying his words.

"Ella, sir. She's just about 5 months old," you answer, a fondness evident in your voice as you think of your daughter.

"Still so young! Ah, well, you still have a couple of years before she becomes unbearable. I've had 5 of those, my dear, and let me tell you, it doesn't get easier," Director Robertson responds with jovial teasing, his words laced with a sense of seasoned experience.

"Right, well hopefully I'll survive the tween years unscathed," you respond, trying to match Director Robertson's teasing tone.

Director Robertson bursts into a hearty, full-bellied laugh, his amusement filling the room. He reaches inside his desk, retrieving an official-looking letter. "Do you know what this is, dear?" he asks, a gleam of anticipation in his eyes.

"I'm afraid not," you reply, your throat suddenly dry with anticipation.

"This is a job offer that the University of Florida sent me last week for the directorial position in their library," he reveals. Your heart skips a beat. The University of Florida—the dream institution. Positions like that were nearly non-existent, as it seemed their librarians were born and died at their posts, passing the torch down the line.

"That's amazing, sir! You must be really happy," you exclaim, genuine excitement resonating in your voice.

"Well, I declined the offer," Director Robertson confesses nonchalantly, his words causing a mixture of surprise and confusion to wash over you.

"Oh, but why? The University of Florida has some of the best facilities in the state, and the salary must be significantly better than what we have here. And the access to all those books—it must be incredible!" You can't help but let your tone drift into wistfulness, envisioning the possibilities.

"I'm sure it is, but I'm reaching a certain age, and I promised my wife that we'd retire in her family's home in Capua," Director Robertson explains, a hint of nostalgia colouring his words. "Let me tell you, deary, I'll take Capua, Italy over the University of Florida any day. And you know what they say: 'Happy wife, happy life,'" he playfully scrunches his nose. "Make sure your husband remembers that dear," he adds, teasingly.

A heavy rock settles in your belly at his words, but you manage to smile through it. "I'll make sure to remind him," you reply, masking any personal turmoil beneath a veneer of cheerfulness.

"You better. Men sometimes need a good whack on their head to remind them that they would be nothing without their wives," Director Robertson remarks, his fingers fidgeting with his mustache once again, as if deep in thought.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not sure I understand why I'm here," you ask, your uncertainty evident. The words hang in the air, seemingly snapping the older man back into focus. His pale blue eyes settle on you before a secretive smile graces his face.

"Because when I said no, I recommended you for the job, my dear," he reveals, his voice carrying a sense of pride and hidden intentions. Your heart stops, the revelation jolting you with disbelief.

"You... You... You did what?!" you stammer, your voice escalating into a screech. Heat surges through your body, from head to toe, as a mix of shock and astonishment overwhelms you.

"Deary, you've been here for how long? Seven years? And in those seven years, you've completely revamped this library," Director Robertson calmly begins. "All the programs you added for the students have made this place thrive. The faculty-based librarian assistance program was a stroke of genius if I may say so. And the digitalization of our database was an incredible achievement that completely propelled us into the 21st century."

He pauses, allowing his words to sink in. "There was no one I would have felt comfortable recommending, as it is my name on the line. But you, my dear, I know that you have the capacity to make anything your own and make it shine."

The weight of his words hangs in the air, the realization of the immense opportunity dawning upon you. Director Robertson's faith in your abilities washes over you, mingling with the heat that had consumed you moments ago.

"Now, you don't have to accept, of course," Director Robertson remarks, his tone understanding. "The university is about an hour's drive from here, so it would be quite the commute. But it would come with a hefty pay raise." With a swift motion, he slides the papers across the desk, urging you to take a look.

You turn the papers over, and your eyes widen as you see the figures before you. An 8 followed by another 8, followed by a series of zeros that threaten to make you faint. It's more than double your current salary, a staggering amount that fills your mind with all the possibilities that would come with such a raise. "That's... That's a substantial amount of money," you whisper, the words barely escaping your lips. The weight of the figure displayed on the paper sends a shiver down your spine, leaving you momentarily speechless.

"Indeed, deary, indeed," Director Robertson affirms, his voice filled with a sense of reassurance and pride.

"I can't believe it; I don't know how to express my gratitude. Sir, I am so incredibly thankful for this opportunity!" you exclaim, a mixture of excitement and nerves coursing through you. "Should I send an email to someone? Who should I reach out to? Should I prepare for an interview? Oh my god, what about my work here?”

Director Robertson's smile remains warm and comforting. "Please, don't worry about your current work here. I have every confidence that Jocelyn will step up and shoulder her fair share of responsibilities. As for the university, they already have all your information and will soon send you a comprehensive email with all the necessary details. At this stage, any interview would primarily be a formality, as I know without a doubt that you will excel.”

You rise to your feet and extend your hand towards Director Robertson, gripping his hand firmly. "I promise, sir, I won't let you down. I will do my best to be deserving of the trust you have placed in me," you affirm with determination, your voice filled with gratitude.

Director Robertson's eyes soften even further, reflecting a genuine warmth. He clasps your small hand in his wrinkled, larger ones. "There's no need to worry about any of that, my dear. Just go out there, impress them, and let your radiant spirit shine like the sun," he kindly encourages,

Tears well up in your eyes, and with a small, trembling voice, you squeak, "Would it be too presumptuous to ask for a hug, sir?"

Director Robertson's kind smile widens, and he extends his arms, inviting you into an embrace. As he wraps his arms around you, you inhale the comforting scent of old cotton and pines, a fragrance that exudes reassurance and kindness. "Thank you for everything, sir," you murmur, your voice filled with gratitude.

"You deserve every bit of it, my dear. I don't think you fully understand the immense potential that resides within you. If you could truly see it for yourself, you would be unstoppable," Director Robertson assures you, his words resonating deep within your being.

Unstoppable. The word dances in your mind. You like the sound of that.

MONTH 3 – AUGUST

“Estrelita, my little love, I wish I could give you the biggest hug in the whole wide world. Even though Papa is away, please know that you're always on his mind. Let me tell you my all-time favorite story, the one your abuela used to tell your tias and me when we couldn't sleep. It's called "El Conejo y el Coyote," and it starts like this; Una vez el coyote se encontró a un conejito y le dijo….”

Frankie's voice fades as he skillfully imitates the rabbit and the coyote on the recording. Ella seems entranced by the story, yet unsure to hear her papa's voice without seeing him there. You've developed the habit of playing the recording at least once a day for Ella, so she can always be close to her papa, even when he's away. And if you're completely honest with yourself, you also play it for you. Even after all this time, hearing Frankie's voice still makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

Frankie's letter remains unopened on your bedside table. You haven't been able to open it yet. You don't know if you will. As much as you miss Frankie and hope he's doing well in rehab, you still don't know what you'll do when he leaves at the end of next month. You know he'll be allowed visitors as of next week, marking three whole months he's been there. But you don't know if you should go if you're completely honest with yourself. You know Ella has to go, that's not even a debate. But should you?

Alma is also unsure if you should go, stating that with your new job and the new hours, you should focus on yourself and Ella. She kindly offered to bring Ella with her when she goes for his weekly allotted visitation time. You might take her up on that offer.

Frankie's voice comes to a stop, signalling that the story is over, and Ella appears heartbroken. You notice her bottom lip flutter angrily, and her face turns red. Unable to resist, you chuckle and say, "Don't get mad peanut. Do you want to listen to your papa's story again?" With a smile, you walk over to the recorder and press rewind, filling the air with Frankie's voice once more. Ella's clapping and happy expression from her playpen make your smile widen.

Currently, she is nestled on a mountain of soft pillows, engrossed in playing with the play gym you got her when the rattle lost its appeal 3 weeks ago. It's hard to believe she's already in her sixth month—time has flown by, and she has grown so quickly. The thought nearly brings tears to your eyes. Ella is determinedly reaching for one of the planets hanging from the chord, but her little arms fall just short of grasping it. You laugh at her expression of determination, reminding you of Frankie and his own determined expression when he was working on revamping an old beat-up mustang, he got at a garage sale.

However, your thoughts are abruptly interrupted by a rapid succession of knocks at your door.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Coming!" you bellow loudly, making your way toward the door.

You open the door and are greeted with Benny's grinning face, in one hand holding a 6-pack of beers and in the other holding a toolbox. You roll your eyes and say, "You didn't have to bring anything, Benny. You're helping me, so I should provide the beer."

Benny smiles and replies, "Don't worry about it, sunshine. I had to make sure the good stuff would be here."

Teasingly, you inquire, "Are you doubting my beer selection, Benny?"

He lets out a laugh and says, "Nah, not you. Just Fish. You know he drinks that watered-down piss that passes for beer. I had to make sure there'd be something with more substance available."

"You're such an idiot, and you know I have tools, right? Frankie's got the locker full of them."

You scratch your head in embarrassment and continue, "I just don't know how to use them, that's all."

Benny laughs and says, "I can't in good conscience use another man's tools. Those things are like sacred, you know? Can't go around and mess up Fish's system or whatever."

You look at the large toolbox and see the name "W. Miller" written in large white letters on the front. You snort, "So that's why you took Will's tools?"

Benny's ear turns slightly pink as he responds, "He's my brother, everything that’s his, is mine or whatever."

You roll your eyes playfully, "All right, well, can I offer you one of the beers you brought then?"

Benny replies, "Nah, not right now, sunshine. I've got to be on my A-game to fix your shit. Where is it, anyway?"

You lead Benny toward the bathroom, where the fan is closed. Flicking one of the two switches, a loud groaning noise emanates from the top of the shower.

"The fan is busted. Now when I take a shower, I turn the whole place into a sauna. And I'm getting a bit afraid that mold or mushrooms are going to appear, you know? The landlord said he was going to fix it, but it's been 3 weeks with no answers. If Frankie were here, he would..."

You stop yourself, not wanting to finish the sentence.

"Anyway, I told the landlord that if he provided the materials, I'd fix it, and here we are."

Benny smiles and says, "Shouldn't be too hard. Are you ready to play assistant contractor, Sunshine?"

You snort and reply, "Sure, boss. Lead the way."

Benny puts the toolbox next to the sink and goes to inspect the damage. You hover around the door, keeping an eye on Ella who is still in the same position as earlier, now listening to Frankie tell a story about two volcanoes who fall in love. The scene brings a smile to your face.

"Hey, assistant, before I get started, do you mind shutting down the electricity for the bathroom, so I don't become Toasted Benny?" Benny asks. You nod and reply, "Sure, give me a sec." Making your way to the electrical box, you turn off the power in the bathroom. On your return, you quickly check on Ella, who is still determined to grab the hanging planet. You smile and give her nose a tiny kiss before making your way back inside the bathroom.

"All closed, Ben," you inform him. Benny responds, "Awesome. Can you grab me one of the adjustable wrenches? It should be on the top of the box. I'll just take out the old fan, disconnect the wiring, and fit the new fan inside. Should be all done in an hour."

You nod and pick up what looks like a wrench, though you're about 73% sure it's the right one. You ask, "Is this okay?" Benny extends his hand and says, "Yep, all good. Give it here." You place the wrench in Benny's hand, and he smiles at you, saying, "See, you aren't so hopeless. By the end of today, you're going to be the best assistant contractor in Florida."

You smile at Benny's puppy-like excitement and reply, "Sure, Ben, sure."

You watch Benny diligently work on the fan, removing the old moldy contraption. He lets out a whistle at the sight and exclaims, "Fuck, when was that thing installed? The fucking Stone Age?"

"Pretty sure caves weren't equipped with centralized electricity," you quip back. Benny looks down from his elevated position on top of the bathtub and retorts, "Ha. Ha. Ha, aren't you clever." You give him a broad smile and reply, "I know, right?!"

"Why don't you be clever over there and throw that old fan away," Benny suggests. You nod and reach for the old fan, making your way toward the bin. As you do, you hear Benny shout after you, "Make sure to bring back the new one!" You roll your eyes playfully and respond, "I'm not that clueless, Benny!" A loud chuckle echoes from the bathroom as you head to the counter where the shiny new fan awaits. Your eyes briefly glance at Ella, and...

"BENNY, BENNY, COME HERE QUICKLY!"

You hear a commotion coming from the bathroom as Benny stumbles out, panicked. "What?! What's wrong?!?!" he exclaims. You simply point to the living room carpet, your eyes filled with happy tears. "Look!!!" you say, barely able to contain your excitement.

Benny follows your gaze and looks down to see Ella on her belly, attempting to crawl toward the coffee table where the recording of Frankie has stopped playing. You urgently shake Benny's arm. "Quick, quick, grab your phone!!! Oh my god, she's never crawled before, Ben!!! I have to film this. Quickly, my phone is in the bedroom, grab yours!!!"

Benny's eyes widen with a mixture of astonishment and joy. Without wasting a second, he retrieves his phone from his pocket and opens the camera “Go to her! I’ll be your own cameraman!!!”

You smile warmly and swiftly make your way to Ella, crouching down next to the coffee table as she momentarily pauses in her crawling. She looks up at you with tired yet determined eyes. "Come on, my little peanut, you're almost there!" you cheer, feeling a surge of pride and excitement. In the background, Benny chimes in with a playful exclamation, "Let's go, Ella! Show them who's the best fucking baby in the world!"

You shoot Benny a disapproving look, and he responds with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, Sunshine, I'm just...so excited!" he says, his words stumbling out of his mouth. Rolling your eyes, you turn your attention back to Ella. "Come on, peanut, you've got this!" you encourage her, your voice filled with loving adoration.

Ella's determined expression, so much like Frankie's, reappears on her face as she resumes her crawling. Benny and you continue to shout words of encouragement, your voices filled with excitement and pride, as she inches closer and closer to her destination.

Finally, Ella reaches the coffee table, and without hesitation, you bend down to grab her, gently scooping her into your arms. Overwhelmed with joy, you give her a crushing hug, unable to contain the immense love and pride you feel in that moment.

"You did so good, baby. Mama is so, so proud of you!" you whisper, your voice filled with pride. With a tender smile, you softly nuzzle your nose against Ella's. Ella coos happily in response, her little sounds of joy filling the air and further melting your heart.

You bring your face up and turn towards Benny, who is still holding the camera, a hopeful look in your eyes. "Did you catch all that, Ben? Wasn't she absolutely amazing?" you ask, eager to hear his response. Benny's face lights up with his signature megawatt smile, and he exclaims, "SHE WAS GREAT!!! Ella, you are just like a shooting shining star!!!”

Benny continues, his excitement contagious. "Now, proud mama, you got anything to say to the camera?" he prompts. With a radiant smile, you twirl around, holding Ella close to your heart. "Only that I've got the bestest little peanut in the whole world!" you declare with overflowing love and pride. Ella lets out a happy squeal in response, and the sound of Benny's laughter echoes in the background.

MONTH FOUR – SEPTEMBER

Frankie found himself seated at one of the picnic tables outside, overlooking the tranquil man-made pond in the rehab facility's backyard. Nervously fidgeting with his fingers, he’s been reflecting all morning on the past three and a half months he’s spent here. His mother had eagerly awaited the fourth month when visitations were permitted. However, Frankie had approached the session coordinator and asked for a delay in visits. Despite his deep desire to see his mother, sisters, daughter, brothers, and… You, he didn't feel emotionally prepared for it. Not yet.

The day before September 1st, Frankie had experienced a crippling panic attack that left him completely incapacitated. The following morning, he gathered the courage to stride into the office of the head therapist. Once there, Frankie had explained to him that he needed more time before he would be able to face anyone. Dr. Stevens had smiled and told Frankie how proud he was that he was finally setting boundaries and acknowledging his limits. If there was on thing Frankie’s time in the rehab had taught him, it was the value of recognizing his own needs, a lesson he had never truly internalized during his years in the army. He had become so accustomed to unquestioningly following orders, regardless of the harm they inflicted on him, that he had forgotten that he needed to care for himself and listened to his needs sometimes.

During therapy sessions, Dr. Stevens had emphasized the significance of listening to Frankie's own desires and engaging in introspection. The therapist pointed out that, by consistently ignoring his own wants, Frankie's inner turmoil found an outlet through self-destructive behaviours. Dr. Stevens believed that if Frankie started paying attention to his own needs and delved deeper into self-reflection, the compulsion to numb his pain with cocaine might gradually diminish, even if only minimally.

Frankie sighed heavily, his hand sweeping across his face as he noticed a mother duck leading her adorable ducklings across the serene lake. These past few months had undoubtedly been the most challenging period he had ever faced, and Frankie had been shot multiple times before. So that’s saying something. Confronting the stark contrast between the person he believed himself to be and the person he had become, all while battling intense withdrawal symptoms, had left him feeling lethargic during the initial weeks.

Throughout his life, Frankie had always viewed himself as a provider, a dependable man on whom others could rely. Memories flooded his mind, particularly the day his father passed away when Frankie was just a young boy. He vividly recalled how, the day before his father's death, the man he had admired for his strength and dedication to his family had called upon ten-year-old Frankie. "Francisco," his father had spoken with pain, surrounded by the incessant beeping of medical equipment, "I need you to take care of your mother and sisters when I'm gone. You will be the man of the house, and it's your responsibility to look after those you love."

Frankie had internalized those words and earnestly tried to fulfill his father's wishes, caring for his mother, sisters, and eventually you and Ella. However, in the end, he felt that he had failed spectacularly. When he confessed these deep fears to Dr. Stevens, a wave of vulnerability washed over him, tears streaming down his face. The older therapist regarded Frankie with a sympathetic expression, moving closer and offering a tissue.

"You haven't failed anyone, Francisco," Dr. Stevens reassured him, gently patting his back. "Yes, you've made mistakes, but now you are making the right choices and striving to make amends. You don't have to live up to any expectations or face external pressures alone. Your focus should be on taking each day as it comes. As long as you care for your wife and your little girl, it will be enough. I am certain that if they were here, they would tell you the same."

Then, Dr. Stevens had Frankie make lists. A list of the things he was most afraid of:

Loosing you and Ella for good

Seeing his brothers die

His mother never forgiving him

Dying before he could see Ella grow up

Not being the man, his father wanted him to be.

Then a list of all those he had hurt,

You and Ella, the two persons cherished the most.

Ben, Will and Pope, the brothers who counted on him and whom he let down.

His mother who didn’t raise him to be what he his today

Tom, whose life was lost due to the choices he made.

Himself himself

Then a list of all he regretted

Lying to you, betraying your trust.

Bringing drugs home, staining the sanctity of the home you built together

Taking your love for granted, failing to appreciate you.

Keeping himself closed off, unable to fully express his emotions.

Shooting first Causing Tom’s death

After finishing the lists, Frankie was instructed to go back to his room and engage and reflect on what he had written. Left alone with his thoughts, Frankie delved into the profound weight of his past actions and the far-reaching consequences they had on the people in his life.

Even though it was incredibly tough, Frankie drew strength from imagining you and Ella right there with him, offering unwavering support. Your smiles and hopeful expressions fueled his determination when he felt overwhelmed and tempted to give up.

Frankie knew how crucial it was to take his recovery seriously. He understood that unless he fully committed to it, the chances of winning you back would dwindle. But it wasn't just the fear of losing you that pushed him forward. Deep down, he genuinely wanted to change. He wanted to be a better man, not just for you but also for himself. He didn't want to be that scared and dishonest boy anymore.

Frankie was well aware of the pain he had caused you, and he acknowledged that the drugs were only a fragment of the larger issue. He understood that his actions stemmed from a deeper problem — his reluctance to open up and reveal the parts of himself he found most fearful and repulsive. The mere thought of you looking at him with disgust in your eyes was unbearable to him.

Deep down, Frankie knew that such concerns were unfounded. He knew that you would never judge him for his past or hold his mistakes against him. However, fear and self-hatred have a way of distorting one's thoughts and leading to irrational behaviour. Frankie recognized the irrationality of his actions and the influence fear and self-doubt had over his decisions.

But Frankie was learning. He was slowly coming to terms with the fact that his fears and self-judgment were hindering his progress. He began to realize that the path to healing required vulnerability and trust, especially in his relationship with you. Overcoming his own insecurities and learning to open up was a crucial step towards rebuilding the trust he had broken.

For Frankie and you to have a chance at reuniting, he understood the importance of treating you as an equal partner, rather than just his wife in need of protection. Opening up and being honest with you were crucial steps he needed to take. In the group therapy sessions, the topic of his treatment towards you had come up, and one woman in particular, Ronnie, didn't hold back in expressing her opinion. She bluntly stated that if she were in your position, she would have swiftly shown Frankie the door, recounting her own experience with an ex-husband who had been a taciturn statue throughout their short-lived marriage.

Ronnie's words struck a nerve with Frankie, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable. He felt raw and tender. But he could only acknowledge that she had a valid point. He had failed to communicate and share his thoughts and emotions with you, and that had taken a toll on your relationship.

Dr. Stevens had attempted to calm the group, but the impact of Ronnie's words lingered within Frankie for a couple of days afterward. Frankie had no choice but to confront the truth of how his behaviour had affected you and how he had fallen short of being the partner you deserved.

Frankie's thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a firm clap on his back, drawing his attention away from the peaceful pond. Frankie's face lit up with genuine joy when he catches the blue eyes of Will looking back at him.

"Will! Man, it's so good to see you!" Frankie exclaims, rising from his seat to embrace his friend in a tight hug. "How have you been, brother?"

"Good, good. Same old routine—VA visits, giving speeches, and keeping Benny out of trouble," Will replies, "Oh, and I might have met someone special," he adds, a playful grin on his face.

Frankie's face lit up even more. "That's fantastic, Will! I'm really happy for you," he exclaims, gesturing for his friend to take a seat on the opposite side of the picnic table. "This spot gives you the best view of this place," Frankie remarks, pointing towards the serene pond and the ducks swimming on its surface.

Will settles into the seat with a contented smile. "I can see why," he replies, appreciating the calm scene. His eyes then shifted to Frankie, noticing a change in his friend's demeanour. "You look good, Fish. Actually, better than I've seen you in a while," Will remarks, his voice filled with genuine warmth.

Frankie's expression softens, gratitude filling his gaze. "Thanks, Will. I feel good too," he confesses, a mix of relief and newfound understanding in his voice. "Being here has given me the time and space to confront things I wasn't ready to face about myself. I wish I had done it sooner, instead of being so stubborn. It was the best thing I could have done for myself and for them," he explains.

Will's smile widens, expressing his genuine happiness for his friend. "I'm glad to hear it, Fish," he replies warmly.

As the two friends catch up, their conversation started to delve into the time they had spent apart. Frankie eagerly sharing his experiences in group therapy and the progress he had made with his personal therapist. He spoke openly about the challenges he faced during the initial month of withdrawal, recounting the intense loneliness that had enveloped him during that period.

Frankie's voice grew heavier as he broached the topic of guilt surrounding Tom's death. Will's gaze turned serious, his eyes locked onto Frankie's, conveying a sense of understanding and empathy. With a firm conviction in his voice, Will interrupted Frankie's self-blame.

"None, and I mean it, Fish," Will asserts, his words laced with sincerity. "None of what happened in Colombia was your fault. We all had a part to play in those circumstances, and you don't have to shoulder that burden alone, alright?"

Tears welled up in Frankie's eyes as he nodded, his voice trembling with gratitude. "Thank you, Will," he chokes out, his voice thick with emotion. "I needed to hear that, to be reminded that I'm not alone in this. It means the world to me."

Will reaches out and places a comforting hand on Frankie's shoulder, offering both physical and emotional support. "You never have to face this journey alone, Fish," Will assures him, his voice filled with unwavering loyalty. "We're in this together, and I'll always be here for you."

A brief pause hung in the air as Frankie's gaze shifted to the side, a touch of melancholy crossing his face. He mustered the courage to ask the question that had been weighing on his mind, his voice tinged with longing. "Did you see my wife and Ella while I was away... How... How are they doing?"

Will's smile softens, his own eyes wandering toward the ducks in the distance. "They seemed well," he replies. "Ella grew like a weed, you know. And your lady, she's doing great. Got herself a new job with better pay. I could tell she was really proud of it."

Frankie closes his eyes, allowing the words to wash over him. For a fleeting moment, guilt threatens to seep in—the guilt of not being there by your side. But just as quickly, it dissipates, replaced by an overwhelming sense of love and admiration for you and the strides you were making while he focuses on his own journey of healing. "A promotion, huh? She's so smart. I can't wait to tell her how happy I am for her," he whispers. A spark of excitement flickers within him. "Did you guys celebrate? Because I can organize something once I'm out."

Will's smile broadens. "We thought we'd wait for you, but we did take her and Ella to Outback Steakhouse," he reveals. "Is she planning to visit before you leave?"

"I'll be out in two weeks, and Mama is coming with Ella next week, but I think it's best if we wait until I'm out," Frankie explains, his voice tinged with a mix of longing and practicality.

"That's fair," Will nods understandingly. "She seems well, Fish, but I can tell she's lonely. She looks like she misses you."

Frankie's eyes brim with tender determination, "She could never miss me as much as I miss her and Ella. This time here has made me realize how fortunate I am and how close I came to squandering it all. I'll never make that mistake again, Will, believe me."

A twinkle appears in Will's eyes as he reaches for his back pocket. "Wait, I have something for you," he said, pulling out his phone and opening the camera app. He scrolls through a collection of pictures; some he had taken himself and others that you had sent to him. "These are for you. Your lady wanted to make sure you knew they were doing all right."

As Frankie continues scrolling through the photo albums, he was greeted by a plethora of precious moments captured between you and Ella. Each image held its own story, showcasing the love and joy that radiated from your little family. In some pictures, you cradled Ella in your arms, your eyes filled with tenderness. Other photos focused solely on Ella, capturing her adorable expressions and mischievous nature. And then there were the silly selfies—the ones that always brought a smile to Frankie's face. They were the ones you both loved to take, capturing the candid, carefree moments of your lives.

There were morning snapshots, featuring tousled bedheads and tired smiles, Ella playfully blowing raspberries at the camera. Other pictures overflowed with warmth and sunshine, showcasing the adventures you embarked on during the summer. Ella in her tiny bathing suit, her chubby fingers clutching a plush cat toy. You and Ella wearing matching sundresses adorned with elephants, holding a basket full of produce from the farmer’s market. Frankie's heart swells as he sees an image of you delicately feeding Ella a small bite of ice cream.

Tears well up in Frankie's eyes—a mixture of longing and joy. Joy because he is so grateful to see you both thriving and creating beautiful memories. Sadness because he has missed out on these precious moments. As he continues scrolling, he stumbles on a video. With a quick double-tap, he initiates the playback, and your voice resonates from the phone's speakers.

"Come on, quickly, take out your camera..." your voice echoes, filled with excitement.

"Fish, wait a second, you should turn that off," Will's voice interjects, attempting to grab the phone.

But Frankie evades him, his body turning towards the lake, his back to Will. His heart yearns to hear your voice, to immerse himself in the presence of the family he deeply misses. The camera comes into focus, and there you are crouched next to the coffee table with Ella... Is she crawling?! Frankie's heart tightens as he watches his little Estrelita grow up right before his eyes, slowly making her way toward you.

And then he hears it, a voice echoing through the phone, "Go to her! I'll be your personal cameraman!!!" It's Benny's voice and Frankie's body tenses in response. The video continues, capturing your shouts of encouragement to Ella, and even Benny's voice cheering, "Let's go, Ella! Show them who's the best fucking baby in the world!"

Frankie catches your disapproving look at the camera, and Benny offering a sheepish apology. Sunshine. Benny called you sunshine. But it's just Benny being Benny, right? It has to be. Benny would never... he couldn't possibly… Do that. But deep down, Frankie can't help his mind from wandering into unsettling territory.

The video plays on, but Frankie's focus wavers. He can't seem to see anything else on the screen. And then, finally, Ella reaches you, and Frankie is jolted from his daze by your scream of excitement. Suddenly, a cold shock washes over him as he hears Benny's voice again, "Now, proud mama, you got anything to say to the camera?"

Your radiant smile is directed at Benny; Ella's happy satisfied face is all for Benny—it's all too much. He isn't there. But Benny is. Benny is there. Frankie can feel himself spiralling.

The phone is snatched from his hands, and Will sits down next to Frankie, gripping his shoulder firmly. "Benny was just there that day to fix the fan in the bathroom, it was all just circumstances, I promise you," Will reassures him. Frankie's voice trembles as he responds, "The fan was broken? And I wasn't there to fix it. But Benny was."

"No!" Will's voice booms with determination. "Don't go down that road, Fish. Understand? There's nothing going on between your lady and Benny. You've made incredible progress these past few months, and I'll be damned if you let yourself fall into another dark place. I wasn't there last time, but this time, I'm right here with you!"

Frankie's mind whispers, "Maybe it would be easier if I didn't come back. She has a new job, and Ella seems well. They'd probably be better off without me." He looks down at the ground, feeling his hands twist anxiously.

"Are you kidding me?!" Will exclaims. "Frankie, these girls love you more than anything in this world. If you leave, they'd be shattered. You're not thinking straight right now. Remember why you made that recording? So that Ella wouldn’t forget your voice. Fish, you knew you'd miss a lot of things by being here. But look, today you've been telling me how much progress you've made, how you're ready to open up and communicate better with your lady. With us. Well, let me introduce you to a new concept: trust. You need to trust that she would never do anything to hurt you. And you need to trust that Benny would never betray his own brother like that, okay?" Frankie takes a deep breath, absorbing Will's words.

“You are right. Of course, you are right. Sorry for freaking out like that.”

"It's all right. Are you really okay though?" Will's voice is filled with genuine concern.

Frankie's mind balks. Is he really… Okay? He doesn't have a definite answer. The old Frankie would have brushed it off, assuring Will that he was fine and that he didn’t care that Benny was seemingly playing house with you and Ella. Then he’d go snort a line in the bathroom to take the edge off.

"I don't know, Will. I don't know if I'll ever be all right." Frankie puts his head in his hands, feeling the weight of his emotions bearing down on him. Will places a reassuring hand on Frankie's upper back. "Then we'll take it one day at a time.”

One day at a time. Just 14 more days until he sees you and Ella again. Only 14 days until you decide if you want him back. Just 14 days until he must confront the consequences of his actions and the pain, he caused you over the past few years. Those 14 days stretch before him, both seemingly endless and surprisingly close. Is he truly ready? The honest answer is, he doesn't know.

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tasteoftheforbidden · 1 year ago

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Hi hello! So I read False Pretenses again a third time when I saw you were updating the universe again. I don't read WIPs but couldn't help it so I read The Road to Sobriety. It's only at four chapters now but reading it made me feel more at peace with how FP ended. I desperately wanted to see how D & H and everyone else in the story heal and have a HEA.

Part 2 and some of the stuff you posted here on tumblr made me understand your vision for the story better. I hoped for a romcom ending where Draco changes his mind last minute or Hermione somehow finds Draco and convinces him otherwise but if that happened it would have been a cop out. It would have gone against the themes and messages you wanted to convey so I really admire how you held your ground throughout the story.

This isn't really an ask but just a show of encouragement and appreciation. Thank you for sharing your work and please know that there are many more like me who will be sticking to the FP universe till the end!

Hi hello as well ^^ First of all, thank you for that last part it made me feel fluffy! But do know that I will not take offense if anyone at any point drops any of my stories :)

As a person who also does not read WIPs, I do not understand how people can haha it's probably been more than a decade since I last read an unfinished fic mainly because I'm still not over the heartbreak from previous WIPs (probably now abandoned T.T but I'm still holding out).

I do have a very clear vision of the Universe of False Pretenses. Like I mentioned in the series description on ao3, it is cut in three-parts. Why?

1. I don't want to write a fic that is too insanely long. FP is way over the intended length already. 273500 words is crazy. I do want to work on cutting it down.

2. I want to create a main theme for each part. FP was for the fake dating arc. Now TR2S is about how everyone is going to heal. The last part... Is a secret for now, but I'm sure you have a pretty good guess ^^

The image I had was that of a TV series – when you finish a season, and they give you a preview of what happens next. That kind of thing. And I enjoy the whole jigsaw type of story telling where you flit back and forth between the past and the present so I wanted to continue that!

I'm not going to lie, I really considered ending the story right then and there and not making a series. Giving everyone a happy ending seriously would have made my life easier, but alas, that is not the case.

I can't promise when any of the updates will happen, so I highly recommend that you wait for the works to be finished before reading them! The Universe of False Pretenses is the type that is best read in one go, but hey, who am I to tell people how to spend their ao3 time? Read WIPs and live dangerously if it makes you happy ;)

Thank you for the ask, and I hope you are safe and well wherever you are ^^

#TheUniverseofFP #Dramione #False Pretenses #The writer is once again berating herself for making her life complicated

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years ago

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Remembering The Good Times ~ Y.J [Request]

WORD COUNT:2.4K

PAIRING:Jeongin x GN!Reader

GENRE: Fluffy, one bed trope, idol meets fan, cute, meet cute

A/N: I feel like this came out super cheesy and cringey T.T I’m sorry!! ALSO! I made this GN!Reader 🥰💞 Mx is an English language neologistic honorific that does not indicate gender

This had to be one of the worst days in your life and it was only getting worse by the second. It had started off as one of the best days of your life! You'd woken up in a great mood ready for a beach day with your friends but they'd cancelled at the last second.

Not that that was going to stop you from going out and having fun. You'd been in desperate need of a small getaway so you decided to go alone. Packing up the car and heading straight to the beach.

In hindsight, your friends cancelling on you might have been a sign not to go out today. To just cancel your plans and you couldn't have been caught in all of this mess now.

"Please, you have to have something." You were just short of begging a random woman to get you a room at the motel that you were standing inside of. Dripping wet from the storm outside and freezing.

It was supposed to be a warm day, the forecast had told everyone to dress for warm weather and get ready for the beach.

Again even without your friends you were going to have a good time and you were, you had the greatest time and it only got better when you'd met one of the idols you seemed to like so much.

"I'm so sorry," You gasped out, looking down at the ice cream that has just been smushed into someone's shirt as you hadn't been watching where you were walking.

"I wasn't watching, I'm such an idiot I'm sorry!" You began rambling that you would buy the man a new shirt, never once looking up from the mess you had made with your ice cream. God, you had really been looking forward to sitting on the sand and eating that.

"It's completely fine, I have a spare in my room." He chuckled and you frowned a little the voice sounded so oddly familiar so you looked up. Not expecting to see anyone that you knew at the beach and you didn't. Well, you didn't know him personally.

"You're Jeongin..." You whispered not wanting to drawer any unwanted attention over to what was happening.

"I am, and you are?" You froze. As if you couldn't even remember your own name but as soon as you looked at him your mind went blank,

All of those years you'd been imagining this happening, going over make-believe conversations in your head only to go numb when he looked at you.

"Y/n. Y/n." You rushed out as he shook your hand and chuckled softly, you couldn't tell if it was the heta making him red or if he was blushing but he nodded.

"It's lovely to meet you Y/n, even if you did spill ice cream on me." You groaned at the thought of it and promised to give him some money for a new shirt but Jeongin wouldn't allow it.

"Let me buy you a new ice cream? I'll go and change and you can tell me why you were so distracted that you crashed into me?" You nodded, pinching yourself as he began to walk to the side of the beach in the direction of a hotel just down the street.

This had to be some kind of heat dream, maybe you'd fallen asleep on the beach and were dreaming all of this. But the pinching you had done felt all too real

And it had been. It had been one of the best experiences of your life but from there it only got worse. The friends that had cancelled going to the beach with you because they were busy showed up, not seeing you as you watched them just down the beach.

Jeongin noticed as you suddenly went quiet. The two of you had been speaking about what you thought of the beach so far when you started to look a little sick.

"Do you want some water?" He questioned as he glanced over in the direction you were looking in. A big group of people was all unpacking at the beach when he remembered what you had said.

That your friends had all cancelled on you because they were busy with work.

"Are they your friends?" You cleared your throat dusting off the sand on your hands as you nodded. Trying not to seem as bothered as you were that they had obviously lied to you and come to the beach without you.

"Do you want to go somewhere else? I know a great arcade." Jeongin nudged you softly making you smile weakly at him. Even though you'd only been sitting together for a couple of hours it felt like so much longer in a good way. You'd gotten to know one another quite well and Jeongin enjoyed the fact that you weren't crying in his face or begging for photos and autographs. It felt as though he was just hanging out with one of his friends and it felt relaxing. No pressure of trying to be the perfect idol that he had to hold up, he could just be himself in front of you.

"Sure! I can drive if you like...O-Or if that makes you uncomfortable-"

"You driving sounds wonderful." He whispered as you both began to pack up.

Only it hadn't been wonderful, your car wouldn't start and when it finally began to sound as if it would it began to smoke and badly. Leaving you stranded for a while as you called your recovery team and began walking to the arcade with Jeongin. You'd tried to make the best out of things, to let the recovery team take care of your car but that was when the storm began. Now you were standing inside of the motel that Jeongin was staying in begging for a room or even a sofa to sleep on.

"Y/n," Jeongin whispered as he pulled you to the side. It had been playing on his mind since bringing you to the motel and he was finally just going to ask you.

"You can come and stay in my room if you want?"

"Jeongin, you don't even know me."

"I think I know you well enough that you won't kill me in my sleep...I hate the thought of you getting sick," He motioned to the wet clothes you were wearing and you sniffled a little. Not realising that you were crying until Jeongin reached up and wiped your cheek with his thumb.

"Sure." You whispered as he began to take you down the halls, ignoring everyone who was glancing up at you both. The only two who were standing there drenched in water.

"Here," He chuckled as he pushed the door open to his room, sighing a little when he saw the balcony doors open so he rushed to shut them. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom and laying some down on the ground and handing one to you.

Your eyes glanced around the room, it wasn't much. Just a double bed, a small sofa a TV and what you assumed was an en-suite since Jeongin had gotten the towels in there.

"Thanks." You whispered as you wrapped the towel around your body, looking down awkwardly at the floor. Now that you were here neither of you had any idea of what you were supposed to do.

"I'll get you some clothes, I have something in my cases you can borrow." He practically ran to his suitcases and grabbed a hoodie and some sweats for you, coming back over to you and smiling.

"Thanks, Innie, erm...I-I'm going to change in-"

"Sure! I'll...I'll order us some hot drinks and some soup!" It appeared as though Jeongin was just as nervous and awkward about this as you were which made you feel a little better about it all.

You'd only met that day and you were now staying in the same hotel room as one another and sharing his clothes.

When you'd come back out Jeongin had mopped up the water and placed the wet towels just outside the door.

"I ordered some kimchi soup and some hot chocolates, we can find a movie if you want." You could feel your body heating up as you nodded at him, sitting down on the small sofa that was facing the TV in the room.

"Sure, what do you want to watch?" As much as you thought this was going to be hard to do it it wasn't. It fell back to the way it had been earlier that day.

When you felt as though you were just hanging out with someone you had known for a long time.

And the awkwardness only continued to fade as you both began watching movies and eating the food when it arrived.

"Don't tell me you would go upstairs in a horror movie, it's the dumbest decision in the world!" You laughed at Jeongin as he shook his head, pulling the sheets back on the bed.

"You're wrong, I could climb down a drainpipe, or jump down."

"You're going to jump down from a roof?" You looked at him and shook your head. Taking two of the pillows from the bed and laying them down on the floor then it was like a shift in the air.

"What are you doing?" You looked up at Jeongin and then down at the pillows,

"Well I'm going to sleep on the floor, I wouldn't expect you to sleep in the same bed as me." You admitted as Jeongin stared at you, clearly confused as to why you would go to sleep on a sofa.

"Y/n...I wouldn't want you to just sleep on the floor, you could hurt your back," He admitted even if it was partly a lie.

"I wouldn't want you to, you're paying for the room." You argued playfully as he chuckled, your stomach had butterflies fluttering all around hearing the laugh come from his lips.

"You're my guest," He counter-argued

"We can argue about this all night." You laughed placing your hands on his hips, Jeongin mirroring you as he nodded his head as if to say that you both could.

"We can put pillows between us if it makes you uncomfortable." There was a small hint of sadness in his voice as if he thought you were uncomfortable to be close to him which you weren't, not in the slightest.

The two of you had been sat very closely during the horror movies you were watching, cuddling up to one another as you jumped at different times in the movies.

"No!" You yelled out in a rush as you saw a blush on his cheeks,

"No...No you don't make me uncomfortable, I just wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable." You stuttered a little and he nodded, smiling at you as he patted the bed.

"Not at all." He reassured you as he climbed onto his side of the bed and waited for you to get in with him.

Both of you lay there anxiously on your backs as you stared at the ceilings, still a little too scared to move.

"Y/n? Are you still awake?" Jeongin whispered a couple of hours later as you nodded. Forgetting that it was pitch black in the room and neither of you could see anything.

"Yes." You whispered back as he shifted on the bed a little, laying on his side to face you so you did the same.

"Do you want to talk about something? Maybe help us fall to sleep?" You hummed a little tiredly in answer to his question and he chuckled. Reaching his hand out to gently caress your cheek with his thumb.

"What if I tell you training stories? I have some pretty boring ones that might knock you out." He chuckled as you hummed once again. Feeling more and more tired with each stroke of Jeongin's thumb on your skin.

All you could hear was a tapping on the door to the room and you whined rolling over when you felt an arm around your waist. You froze, eyes widened as you looked down at the arm and followed it up.

Jeongin was holding you. You smiled a little as you looked at him, touching his cheek as he chuckled.

"Staring at someone while they sleep is extremely creepy."

"Pretending to be asleep is also creepy," You mumbled pushing at his chest as he grunted and pretended as if he was extremely hurt,

"That will be breakfast, wait here Mx Yang." He breathed out, kissing you deeply as you whimpered and kissed him back just as deep.

"I had the dream again," You told him as he came back over with a tray, placing it onto the bed and raising an eyebrow.

"About how we met?" He questioned, smiling at you as you began nodding your head, as a giant smirk great on his face, leaning down to kiss you.

"My darling life partner remembering the good days," He whispered before kissing you yet again.

The two of you were spending your honeymoon in the same motel you had spent your first night together. The same place you had met, it was becoming something that you did once a year, wanting to go to the place that you had met.

"And imagining all of the good ones to come." You confirmed as he smiled, lifting off the tray lids and getting ready to feed you.

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aphrodict · 3 years ago

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hi! if its fine with you may i req zhongli x gn reader

reader who's in relationship with zhongli had a nightmare, where morax, as in rex lapis, called them "pathetic and helpless human" then laughed mockingly at them. because reader is afraid of rex lapis as they grew up listening to stories of how ruthless their god was, but then didn't know that they were in relationship with future morax – which is zhongli. zhongli has always wanted to tell them his true identity, but there wasn't a perfect timing.

so when reader woke up, they just realised that it's now explained why zhongli is incredibly knowledgeable – he has lived for 6000 years as the geo archon. reader then starts to fear him as the nightmare is still fresh in memory, who wouldn't be surprised to know that their lover was actually one of the seven? the one who has lived for thousands of years, had witnessed every disasters teyvat had to offer and probably had many past significant others, who were far more lovable than the reader.

angst with comfort :>

hope this is fine and doesn't make you weirded out! thank you!

“ morax? “

cw — mentions of death, spoilers of zhonglis story, kinda angsty? lili is zhonglis nickname!

genre — angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

pairing — zhongli x gn!reader

a/n — THIS REQ WAS IN MY HEAD 24/7 i just love this sm,, sorry this is late btw! also if this isnt what you expected im so sorry again T.T wc: 0.5k

the background had a dim lighting with a soft orange glow. you saw mountains pointing towards you, and a familiar archon that you have feared all your life. rex lapis was no friendly and merciful god. if anything— his friend, guizhong, would be a better example for that description. the geo archon was a ruthless and aggressive god, atleast thats what the stories said.

the figure in front of you started laughing, calling you “weak” and “pathetic”.

why were you scared of the same archon who protected your home?

waking up in a cold sweat, breathing uneven, you quickly looked around your surroundings. zhongli felt you shuffling around the bed and started to slowly open his eyes.

“my love, what's gotten you so worked up?“ he asked, going on his side and wrapped his arms around you.

“just a nightmare lili.” you moved over and faced him, zhongli gives you a small smile before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“wanna talk about it?” he uses one of his arms to brush away the stray hair that's blocking your face. he kisses you once again.

hold on, how come zhongli is so knowledgeable about the past?

you’ve encountered many historians before, some of them even coming from sumeru academy. but they still aren't as smart as zhongli—

that's when it clicked

“you’re no ordinary citizen are you, zhongli?”

his eyes widen a little before returning back to normal. he didn't expect you to find out before he could tell you.

“its,” he cut off. noticing the way you start to push yourself away from him little by little. “complicated. i am no longer the geo archon. if that's what you’re asking.”

“was that what the nightmare was about?” when you nodded he sighs, almost like hes disappointed about himself. “you shouldn't worry, i know i was.. well, brutal, back then. someone helped remind me that humans were as fragile as flowers. and i promise to protect you.” feeling a little doubtful that whatever he said would help, he smiled once you started to come back and hug him.

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anonymousbaev · 4 years ago

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Hi! I just found your account and really enjoy your content!!! Its so hard to find ppl writing MM headcanons anymore so I'm glad to see you writing!

I was wondering if you could write about the RFA taking care of the reader who has period cramps? I often suffer from the cramps, so I wonder how will RFA deal with it?

It's fine if you can't and keep up the good work! ❤

RFA+Minor Trio reaction to Mc suffering from period cramps

Thank you so much for the request! I’m so sorry for the late reply. I added in the Minor Trio to make up for it. I love this idea, I know how painful period cramps can get... T.T I hope I wrote this the way you wanted it! Enjoy! ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ

!!WARNING!!

!!Profanity and slight mention of NSFW!!

☆ Yoosung ☆

☆ Yoosung comes back to his shared apartment with you after his last class. He bought your favorite [Insert your favorite dessert] from Jaehee’s café on his way home.

☆ He was proud of himself when he thought about how excited you would be to dig in to your favorite sweet. He eagerly busted in the tenant as he exclaimed, “Babe look what I got you!” He held the box of sweets in the air like a precious baby.

☆ He blinked when there was no answer until he heard a small whimper, “Y...Yoosung...help...me...” He rushed to your aid when he saw you on the floor right next to the couch.

☆ He knew what was happening when he saw you holding your stomach as your painful cramp had started to fade the lively shade of your face. He starts to panic, he knows you’re just on that time of month but the pain on your face just breaks his soft little heart.

☆ He gently helps you sit down on the couch, as he hurriedly gets your pain relief pills. You swallow down your pill and take a sip of the water he gives you before laying down with the help of your boyfriend.

☆ You finally find some peace as Yoosung gently reminds you how much he loves you and reminds you of all your notable and lovely assets. You forget about the pain in your lower abdomen as his kind words just warm your heart and ease you into sleep. (*˘︶˘*)

☕️ Jaehee ☕️

☕️ Usually when you suffered from painful cramps Jaehee would always take care of you, the cramps could just instantly go away. But that wouldn’t be the case when you and Jaehee had an argument. Last night, you both were extremely stressed after opening the café. It was a good thing that the place was busy but it could become pretty hectic at times.

☕️ The next day before opening the coffee shop you were hurting so much from the cramps in your lower abdomen. At first when you held your stomach in the morning while cleaning the table before the opening, Jaehee had thought you were lazing around on purpose after the argument. She simply thought you were childish and got instantly pissed.

☕️ She watched, annoyed at your slow work pace and held her head with a loud and pissed off sigh before saying, “Mc, just go up. I’ll take care of the café today.” You turned to look at her with a apologetic look. But that soon turned into anger when you saw her crossing her arms, furrowing her eyebrows and giving you the cold shoulder.

☕️ “Fine.” You painfully muttered before throwing the tablecloth down on the counter in anger. You stomped upstairs to you and Jaehee’s small flat. You loudly close the door to your bedroom and lay down.

☕️ It hurt so much god, you just wanted to cry. It felt like these cramps would just be the end of you. You just wanted the pain away, and be held by Jaehee although you knew that wouldn’t be happening... at least not now. You sighed before trying to ignore the pain and fall asleep...

☕️ You heavily breathe as you open your eyes to the Hospital ceiling. When you look down at your hand you see Jaehee cupping your cold hands together with both her hands.

☕️ “Mc!” She cried as she caressed your face. You stared in confusion, “W...why am I here?” She hastily wiped her tears and hugged you, “You lost so much blood, your face was completely drained of color! I’m so sorry Mc, I should’ve realized the pain you were in. Oh, Mc... I was so scared...”

☕️ You shook your head, “No...no I’m more sorry Jaehee...” The both of you cried that night embracing her in your warmth as she embraced you in hers. The both of you promised each other that the two of you would always honestly tell each other if either one of you were in need of help.

🎤 Hyun 🎤

🎤 Oh Zen was always prepared for your monthly cycles. When you stumbled out of the bathroom after changing your pad, he was already waiting for you against the wall.

🎤 He’d taken the hint when you painfully woke up this morning, and he saw the small spot of blood on the bed.

🎤 You held your stomach before looking up to see Zen with a concerned smile, “That time of the month again?” You nod before looking around startled as he picks you up with his muscular arms and sits you down on the couch.

🎤 You giggle a bit despite the pain, “Zen I have to wash the sheets before they dry and become harder to wash off.” You try to stand up but he just lightly pushes you back down.

🎤 “I’ll do that princess, you just sit here and get served by me.” He grins before he starts to get busy all around the house. Washing the sheets, making you food, doing your chores? He’s on it!

🎤 You feel so bad you want to help him. However... with all the blankets he’s covered you in, you can barely move an inch... Not to mention the stinging pain from your cramps.

🎤 At night Zen sits next to you on the couch, he massages your body placing kisses everywhere as he sings to you. “Hyun... I feel so bad when you always take care of me on my period... my periods almost always go on for 7 days...”

🎤 “Don’t feel bad my love, I’m only doing what I should do for my little lamb.” You snuggle against his chest as he holds your shoulder. “Hm...you’re always in so much pain during your cycle...” He pretends to wonder before whispering in your ear, “I heard orgasms can also help the pain go away-” Your face flushes red before noticing you hit Zen’s chin with your head. When you notice, you’re quick to apologize “Ah, Zen! Are you okay?! You surprised me sorry!-”

🎤 “No...I’m okay my love (´;ω;｀)” He’s mentally crying right now

♛ Jumin ♛

♛ Your periods have never been extremely painful in front of Jumin before so he was scared for your life when you groaned with a pained expression as you held your stomach.

♛ You barely stopped him from calling the best doctors to examine your pain. You had to explain that you had often got these types of painful cramps when you were a teenager.

♛ It took some time but you finally managed to convince him that it was just another period symptom that you had sometimes. He gave up on bringing in the best doctors around the World.

♛ Oh dear but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t find expensive ways to ease your pain. He bought you luxury heating pads, the most expensive pads and tampons consisting rich ‘ingredients’.

♛ He also made sure you were served like an absolute princess in bed. And though it did not impress his co-workers when he’d taken a whole week from work, in order to take care of you and make sure you wouldn’t die, they surely weren’t happy but what could they do?

♛ In bed he asked you if you were feeling a bit better, “How are you feeling, my love?” You giggled a bit by the level of seriousness he had taken into your painful period cramps, “A lot better thanks to you, darling. Can I ask for one more thing?”

♛ He nods with a tense look, “Anything for you.” You pull him onto the bed with you as you rest your head on his chest. “Next time you don’t have to do so much for me, although I really appreciate it! You can’t miss work every week for my period. All I need...is for you to hold me, like this.” You smile as you tightly hug him. You nuzzle your nose on his Adam’s apple. And you can feel his gulp. You giggle, and oh god you just messed with him. Time for bloody sex? Yuck or.. is it... sexy? (✿❦ ͜ʖ ❦)

♛ But much to your disappointment he kisses your head and walks out with a extremely flustered face, “I have to catch up on my work. Please sleep well my love.” Mc be like: ☉▵☉凸 JK JK...or... am I?

👓 Saeyoung 👓

👓 Yesterday was the first day of your cycle this month and you had been feeling surprisingly ok. You were even slightly excited thinking your periods got better because you were getting older.

👓 You found out, that was not true when you woke up in the middle of the night to throbbing cramps. You tried to breathe in and out slowly, but you just couldn’t focus. You tightly gripped onto his pajama pants in agony.

👓 At one point you even started whimpering, and that definitely woke Saeyoung up because he opened his eyes to you painfully clutching your stomach. He kissed the crown of your head, “Are those damned cramps giving my 606 a hard time again?”

👓 You nod as you clutch harder on his pants. He grabs your hands so he can sit up and turn the lights back on. “Slowly try to breathe baby.” When you did it alone it was so hard to do, but with the guide of his voice it suddenly becomes so easy.

👓 When you get better and your focus is on your breathing than on your cramps he whispers “There we go.” You smile, “Thank you Saeyoung.” You expect him to lay back down and go to sleep but he slightly lifts your shirt up only under your chest.

👓 You.get.so.flustered. “Babe, what are you doing?” You get red, but you’re not stopping him. “What a naughty girl. What did you think I was going to do?” Now you’re just sure you’re blushing from embarrassment. He chuckles a bit before proceeding to kiss your stomach and begins talking to it.

👓 “Pain... pain go away.” He gives it one last smooch, “How does it feel, much better right?” It feels so weird, and you don’t want to admit it, but it did kind of feel so much better? You nod as he smiles and turns the lights back off. He holds you in his arms and the both of you go back into deep lumber. Saeyoung is a magican. ( •⌄• ू)✧

🌚 Saeran 🌚

🌚 At first he is scared because he doesn’t know what’s happening to you. You explain to him that you’re okay and going through a monthly cycle. He wonders on what he can help.

🌚 He notices you groaning about how you’re running out of tampons so he rushes out to a close market to buy them... but he doesn’t know which one to buy... so he just buys a variety of them from different companies.

🌚 He also buys a bunch of ice cream. When you see him back from his trip at the market you get a little stressed seeing that he bought so many useless stuff. “Saeran!”

🌚 Then you notice the small and innocent little smile on the boy, you sigh and stand on your tippy toes to give him a small peck, “Thank you.”

🌚 That night you’re unable to sleep because of the painful cramps. Saeran notices and stays up all night with you on the couch. The two of you snuggle with ice cream and Tv all night.

🌚 The both of you regret it when you feel so dead the next day. But you were just thankful, and felt so loved and cared for after all his efforts. ≖‿≖

♧ Jihyun ♧

♧ V had remembered the last time you had painful cramps, and he knew exactly what would help you feel better. He prepped a warm bath for you that afternoon.

♧ He carefully helped you get in the tub as you held his hand. You felt a little embarrassed to be the only one naked but you felt safe and protected by him at all times so it didn't really bother you.

♧ He sat on a small stool by the tub and helped you wash your body and hair. You played with the small bubbles that formed as he laughed at you and pinched your cheeks before apologizing and making sure it didn’t hurt you. What a cinnamon roll.

♧ When you were done, he helped you dry off. He started to blow dry your hair and even braid your hair for you. That made you think, he would be a great parent. You admired the braid he had made for you as you said, “Jihyun... you would be an amazing dad.”

♧ “Y...You’d also be an amazing mother...” You get so caught off by his words. But before you can react he is already heading out the door, you can see a glimpse of his tomato red face. You giggle as you hear him say, “I’ll brew you some tea!” •́ε•̀٥

🧸 Vanderwood 🧸

🧸 “Come on get up, what’re you doing on the floor? I’m trying to clean.” Vanderwood being sassy as usual. You roll around in so much pain, but he just stares at you before rolling his eyes.

🧸 “Babe, I’m in so much pain right now. Why’re you so mean!” He proceeds to put his hair in a bun while still ignoring you. “You were fine just a minute ago Mc-”

🧸 “THAT’S BECAUSE CRAMPS COME AND GO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND BECAUSE YOU DON’T GET PERIODS! OH IF ONLY YOU KNEW MY PAIN!” You begin to cry dramatically. He sighs before crouching in front of you, “Does it hurt that much?” You nod. “And how can I help you?” He rolls his eyes as you rub your stomach, “Massage.”

🧸 “Fuck...” He drags you by your hoodie’s hood onto the couch. “Lay down.” You beam with a smile as you follow his command, “Thank you.” It’s so silent and soothing, every touch of his hand allows you to relax. Vanderwood can tell you fell asleep when you begin to snore a little.

🧸 He smiles knowing nobody is watching and gently brushes his hand on your cheeks, “Silly girl.” 凸 • ‿ • 凸 I was trying to clean

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feuqueerfire · 3 years ago

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Not Me Live Blogging Episodes 11 - 14 + Full Review

Episodes 1 - 5

Episodes 6 - 10

The last few episodes. I hope it's all tied in nicely and the ending blows me away.

Episode 11 (Mar 20, 2022)

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I wish I had more self-control but I do not; I made myself study for an hour after episode 10 before coming to this, that's about as much as I can manage. I'm curious to see how SeanWhite proceed and also people talked about how in the episode 11 preview ToddBlack seemed to have sexual tension. I did see the ToddBlack tag floating around so maybe they have a "hello, there you are. today are we taking each other out in a deadly way or a sexual/romantic way?" relationship

Black don't drink thattttt, just fake it

Holy shit. Holy shit. What an incredibly intense part in terms of Todd/Black meeting, Sean/White motorcycle ride with Sean angry at White (Black) and White feeling Black's near drowning, Dan having gotten shot

I still cannot comprehend how Sean hasn't figured it out yet

So good. Nothing else to say for this part, just so atmospheric and good.

11-2

Todd shedding a tear while drowning Black and thinking about their relationship is everything. ToddBlack... hm um yeah um hm yes

When the wound tending trope involves actual wounds and gun shot wounds at that + some actual material that's not a sponge bath and a bandaid lol. Not that that makes it better lol, even with the tweezers and the alcohol his chances are abysmal but it makes it intense and fun to watch for sure

The acting in this scene is really good, especially considering Gawin's acting is usually meh to me.

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I've spoken (written a long, rambly, non-sensical paragraph) about this before but I adore how we can see the pores and marks on the actors' faces without like foundation or blurring filters. Like this DanYok scene is so incredibly raw and vulnerable, the fact that we can see their bare skin this way makes it better.

This Dan Yok scene is really good, I'm quite impressed by Gawin. I still don't like this police empathy storyline in this show of all shows but they're doing a good job in terms of acting/storytelling.

DanYok's woundtending with alcohol swabs and tweezers and saline vs SeanWhite's with a product placement water bottle and a dream

I get that it's very difficult for White to come out and say that I've been pretending to be somebody else and I lied and I'm not who you think I am and I'm afraid you'll hate me for it but not explaining himself is not better in any aspect. I gave him grace last episode because Black literally said "do you think they'd still want you after they know you've lied to them" or something along those lines but now, when Sean is explicitly asking for explanations, just... explain

Edit: interesting thought about why White isn't revealing the truth. He's more loyal to Black and doesn't want to go against him or reveal anything without discussing with his brother first.

This tender fucking scene with White laying down next to Sean. It's breaking my heart for real, especially with this music

Sean dreaming of Black (with the earring rip) promising to stay next to him but waking up to an empty tent T.T these two really just make me go through it

They're really just keeping the bruises from Black on Sean's face for so long alksfj most shows have wounds for a scene or two before they're magically gone but they're keeping this for so long and with such severity too + it's on his face, so can't ignore. Hope he heals quickly lol

11-4

This extremely detailed car ad showing so many of its features is making me giggle

Finally a sponge bath from Yok to Sean lol love to see a friend giving it though, since it's usually a ~ lovers ~ thing in these shows

Sean teasing Yok about working fast and Yok telling Sean to learn from him alksdfj I love friendship, glad they're back to this and not beating each other up. Besides, I think Sean's doing well for himself [kind of... if we ignore the real Black shenanigans and just focus on SeanWhite blossoming]

lmfao rip Sean, mans just keep getting whiplash with these different versions of Black. Please Sean, use your brain a bit more to figure out the Black/White thing

Is Sean gonna do a trust fall ?!?! Dude I paused as soon as he got up on that bench, what do I want to happen right now? Black catches him and Sean's like hm I see you still like and trust me obviously? I think I'd love it and find it hilarious if Black doesn't catch him, is all confused, and that is finally how Sean figures out this Black isn't his Black

Ohhh so Sean did know that White's not Black but didn't realize that the real Black had come back (which would make sense to a certain degree since he didn't know Black had been put in a coma and then escaped the hospital). Wild that it took him a missed trust fall, rather than a beating, to realize

Wait, so he HASN'T figured it out? Bro, I'm so confused, when he said so you're back, Ai'Black? I thought it meant he knew but now Sean's all confused about Black's smoking habits because White had stopped. Bro, what goes on

Oh, he did realize since he had the handcuffs. He was just kinda double checking, confirming with the smoking question

Okay I've been wanting Sean to come to this realization forever but him asking "Do you have a twin brother? Where are you hiding him?" while Black's like "what the fuck are you on about" does reiterate why that's not anybody's first or second or third thought about why a person is acting different than usual.

"Don't you get close to my Nong again" alsk;fdjsalkf "You can't stop me" alskdfj

Okay, so Black is definitely trying to protect his brother from this world; it just won't work though, rip

Gun's acting as Black is so good, the way his aura changes, the way you totally believe how scrappy and scary he is. Even things like seeming bigger and meaner than Dan when he stalks toward him and the way he smokes, it's so Black, it's wild.

I wonder how Todd and Black's little meeting ended, did they strike some sort of deal? Black just flip him off and leave? I'm so curious about Black and his motivations and his behaviour because we've been guessing at this for 9 episodes but we finally get to witness the real thing

Although his good acting makes it even funnier how nobody caught onto White because that man was doing a terrible job being Black

Also, I keep forgetting Gram is like... a thing. Where is that guy? We can't have a tight-knit, complex-and-messy-relationships found family arsonist anti-capitalist gang if one of them isn't even there most of the time and when he does show up, it's chasing his best friend's ex-girlfriend who's dealing with a broken heart

Episode 12 (Mar 20, 2022)

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I keep giving myself breaks from studying to watch this show with alarm frequency. I'll try to be more firm with myself since it's nearly 6pm already and I still have many chapters to study but who knows

So Gumpa did know

What an interesting conversation between the three of them. Gumpa being like wtf are you two doing and also ofc I knew he had a twin, Sean being like you didn't tell me !!!, Black all how dare you let my brother into this gang he's my brother !!, Sean being like who are you to stop him !!

Black and Sean bickering is so fun. "Should we cut our hands off then [to get handcuffs off]?" "Go get an axe"

Yeah Black be nice to your brother, I want to see your sibling bond

Vulnerable Black in front of his brother?!

I wonder White would do. Pretending to be Black for weeks must've rubbed off on him at least a bit, is he going to listen to his brother silently? Go behind his back? Argue with him? What would White do as himself, not while pretending to be Black but still have lessons learned from being Black guide his way?

Omg Sean looking everywhere for White T.T

I totally forgot Sean doesn't actually know White's name lmfao "You're not the Black who hates me. You're the Black I have feelings for." Well, his name is White first of all. Second of all, why does White keep taking steps back, they're literally on top of trucks um

The way White said his name, all hesitant but it meant so much to Sean T.T

Fuuuuck, heart been broken so many times. "Do you remember you owe me one wish? Don't ever show your face again. So that I can get over you."

Come onnnn, is White really going to just ignore everything even though Sean came to get him :< Hope he makes an appearance anyway, please

I saw one second of the next part preview and it's Gram/Eugene? Agh, let that rest. Let Eugene get over Black on her own, maybe show her performing again, and Gram can stop bothering her because she's made it clear she doesn't feel that way about him. Also, I wonder how the real Black feels about Eugene.

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Eugene's so cute >.< I hope whatever happens, she ends up happy and fulfilled.

Gram is just so insistent, why is he pushing this and confessing again? it's pathetic and slightly creepy.

I think a Black/Eugene storyline could've been interesting too. I remember her saying he becomes softer when he's drunk, maybe we could've gotten some of that, seen him be tender or vulnerable with her. We could've explored the repercussions of Black breaking up with her + White unintentionally meddling and if Black/Eugene can overcome that. It she even wants to overcome that.

The thing with like Black and Sean are that they're very fucked up but it's fun. They have issues to work through and they don't pretend to be a well-adjusted, kind person. Even if I'd avoid these people in real life, it's entertaining to watch and I can get invested in these characters and their motivations. Gram on the other hand is like those creepy "nice" dudes who can't take no for an answer. To me, that's not fun or entertaining, just uncomfortable.

Anyway, I guess he'll "wear her down" which isn't a good thing btw, so she'll agree and it'll be a happily ever after :/

Oh. My. God. Black's here ? :O Okay, this just got so much more interesting.

Y'know White should've filled Black in or Black should've asked about what the hell has happened these past few weeks because lots has changed. For example: Breaking up with Black's girlfriend and falling in love with his frenemy instead

Okay I said this got more interesting but I took a 30 minute break in the middle anyway because I don't know how Black'll react so I had to brace myself

oh my god, this is killing me because we really are getting vulnerable Black, asking for one last hug from Eugene but to Eugene, it makes no sense because White has hurt her and cut her off while as Black.

Oh my gosh !! Teary eyed Black? I want to know the depth of his feelings for her, man shit. Also, is it just his own feelings or the despair from White affecting him too?

Ayo... White, what're you doing "I might need to remind Black we're twin brothers" while standing on that pier on the water... girl what

White saying Black doesn't know the pain of how he's feeling while staying away from Sean while Black is all teary eyed and hurting because of his feelings for Eugene. Parallels, so great

Gosh, everything is so tense between Black - Eugene - Gram and everybody's hurting for it. Suddenly remember that fleeting polyamo Black/Gram/Eugene thought I had

Fucking hell, what a scene. It definitely turned out better than I anticipated just from the preview from part 1 and the first few minutes

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Got a warning before beginning the Youtube video that this video may contain suicide or self-harm topics... what will happen omg

Edit: What if I scream... turns out I didn't freaking click to view properly, so I just watched part 4 without watching part 3 >:(( Why didn't I notice.

12-4

Woahhh SeanWhite making up, love to see it! Absolutely love to see it. Partners in crime, partners in love forever, let's goooo

lmfao I've really gotten so used to being suspicious of everything, I've wondered whether this isn't Black for some reason like 3 times

Also, what happened to Black? He ran off but we didn't get to see where and what about White ?? Like he jumped and held his breath for a purpose, I'd think the brothers would have a little meet up?? Edit: -_- imagine if I watched part 3 as it should've been

Sean showing that he very much values truth... "Now or later, you must tell the truth. The truth is the truth." Haha, I'm sure this has nothing to do with the fact that Dan wants to tell Sean that he killed his father but it also not being the right time for that, thus concealing the truth

Sean is so fucked in the head for having this convo while they're hiding in this warehouse and refusing to budge until White agrees to tell the truth. He's right though, it is exciting, I'm out here like :] what if someone sees you right now and kills you? What then? Dumbasses

lmfao White standing there in agony admitting he's not Black but rather his twin while Gram and Yok laugh like wtf are you on about. Black first appearing didn't give us the comedy I saw in all the memes imagining what it'd be like when we have both sets of twins but we can finally get a little funny moment now

Sean suddenly being jealous as they stare and touch White lakjsdf I usually hate too much jealousy or controlling behaviour resulting from jealousy but this much is cute and humourous

Ahhh friendship group in a circle, all teasing and laughing I love it

Where's the real Black, though... I guess they're trying to limit the number of scenes where Gun has to play two characters at once?

12-3 for real now

Oh... here's the Black and White scene I was looking for

Bro, why does Black keep saying goodbye without saying goodbye to everybody? Keeps saying he doesn't know if he'll ever see each person again, what is he planning?

Ooh, a missing against Todd, I see

T.T I love siblings and sibling relationships

I hope the fact that he knows the twin connection is alive and well means he'll be more careful to not straight up get killed in his mission because he'll think about how it affects White

woah I read something about a Sean vs Dan confrontation that was apparently in episode 11 next week preview but I'd forgotten about it so the way my eyes started getting wider as I understood what was happening. Dan chose such a shitty time too lol

I wish I hadn't watched part 4 first alskdfj cuz now I know everything turns out fine, Sean seemed fine there

I am usually not afraid to abuse the fast forward button if I think things are too slow or too cringy or if I just don't want to watch a scene but I hadn't done that even once for this show until now. I really couldn't watch like 20? 30? seconds in the middle where Sean urges Dan to redeem himself by taking a life for a life.

It's all so fucked up

But I also I understand it completely. It's so true to Sean's character, like that is exactly what the Sean we've seen from the past 11 episodes would do, even if the guilt would ruin him if Dan actually pulled the trigger. Dan is also obviously deeply burdened by guilt and maybe would've done it. What a scene.

But I'm glad things are out in the open and it's all still relatively fine. Sean's not reckless or angry about this in the next part, though I'd think he'd be stuck on it a little more but I guess we have lots of things to cover and only 2 episodes left

Woah, it's been so long since I saw a Gram scene and liked him. I liked hearing Gram's perspective while he and White went to school, so I'm glad we got to see his sense of justice again as she talked some sense into Sean.

Anyway, how can there only be 2 episodes left... Am I gonna finish it tonight? Tomorrow morning? I won't be able to write my test because I'll literally be grieving finishing this show.

I liked how everybody was just unhinged and erratic this episode: Sean handcuffing himself to Black and physically fighting him, White literally jumping into the water and holding his breath to make Black feel his pain, Sean goading Dan into pulling the trigger on himself and Dan nearly doing it, Sean taking a little break in the middle of a literal breaking-and-entering mission to get White to promise him that he'd tell the truth

These people are not well, I love these characters a lot

Also, I generally felt nothing but little bouts of curiosity from time to time about Gumpa but I liked him this episode - all bragging to Sean and Black (pt 1) and friend group (pt 4) that he knew about the twins all along but kept it a secret

I'm excited to see more of Todd and Black, the whole gang and friend group on their mission, I think DanYok break up in the next episode based on a spoiler I saw? I want to see White as White in the friend group. I want to see both Black and White together in a group setting. I want a happy ending, please don't have anybody die. I'd even be sad if Todd died because I became invested in him while watching him cry while drowning Black like that's such a deliciously fucked up dynamic, I want to see more of it.

Episode 13 (Mar 20, 2022)

13-1

I like Yok so much, his smile or grin is truly life changing

Where is Dan going? What's happening

woahhh Namo and Eugene scene ! Is this the very first scene where two women speak lol. I hope they don't talk about the guys and just kiss instead, that's my agenda

lol I fully get Eugene's frustration. First Black, now Gram are off to do something dangerous and they don't tell her what it is, just that they want some last comfort/reassurance/hug.

Eugene is seriously so endearing and cute and smart, I like her.

I guess Gram and Eugene are cute enough in this scene.

13-2

Gun in those glasses is seriously so beautiful

Aah, White making a little bracelet with his button T.T SeanWhite are just so good, man

It's so wild to me that these kids have managed to cause all this chaos for as long as they have because they never seem to have backup plans. Gram being like wtf is Plan B all the way back when they were gonna add bitterant to the drink and now they're literally driving a huge, stolen truck filled with drugs and Gram still has to be like "Why don't you ever have a backup plan?"

From people's comments on the on-air thread last episode, seems like they'll get betrayed while in the truck? So I'm guessing they'll be stopped or smth and just alksdfj I don't wanna watch it man fuck. Me watching a show where bad things happen: maaaaan, I hate it when bad things happen

Dang, Black really just went straight up to Todd with a gun and was like "yes" when asked if he came to kill him. These people and their plans are truly wild

It's wild how Black straight up just shot at Todd while Todd's in tears holding a gun to Black's head, admitting that he cannot kill Black.

Todd doesn't want to kill Black because he's his friend and.... because Todd's in love with him, I've decided

Who betrayed them? Do they want us to think it's Dan? Seems like a red herring and if true, undoes so much characterization, it'd feel like a meaningless twist just for shock value. I hope they don't resort to this.

White immediately texting Gumpa... you know, what do we know about that man beyond him being the garage owner? He doesn't even do the missions himself, so maybe... betrayer? I would genuinely be shocked and it'd come out of left field, so they'd have to write it really, really well if they were gonna do that

YOK GOT SHOT ?!?!?! MOTHER FUCKER NO WAY

13-4

why do they keep their masks around their necks? the pattern is distinctive as hell

I thinkkkkk I saw a DanYok moment from episode 14 before I scrolled away really fast, so... probably Dan didn't actually betray them even though I've paused watching as soon as he showed up in front of the gang at the hospital... too nervous to watch. Yok got shot and then this happens... I like him so much, I can't handle him being hurt both physically and emotionally like this

bro... Dan pulled out a gun and pointed it at Sean... the man whose father he killed, something which has caused him massive guilt

Yok T.T "Finally, you get to arrest me for real."

Was Tawi's right hand man? I can't remember who that is but u mmmm maybe Dan's double crossing whoever it is?

No like Yok's crying is just... arrow straight to the heart

Who is this random old man? Cartoonish ass villain, talking about being superior. Also, they've just known he's UNAR? Woah interesting

BLACK?! Never been this excited to see him, not even when he finally woke up after me waiting for like 9 episodes or whatever

Holy shit

Yok hurts me so much "You said if I didn't want any regrets I shouldn't follow you. I should've listened to you then."

It hurts how much of that scene was just quiet, uncontrollable crying. First literally made a little joke, let Dan hold his hand while crying his heart out with the disappointment of it all. Sean did explode at first but it was nothing like what you might've expected. The first time Yok brought Dan the cop, Sean beat the shit out of him and sent him to the hospital but now that Yok's being betrayed by said cop, Sean kinda mouths off but also cries. It's so. Fuck.

Bro... what do I do... do I stay up and watch the next episode? it's 50 minutes long... actually no, I should definitely go to sleep it's almost 2am tf and also just to decompress after this episode.

Okay, I'll watch it tomorrow morning and in the meantime, maybe I'll read some of the on-air thread for ep 13

I don't even know what to say.

So Dan really did betray them because his parents were threated. That's more believable than him doing it for just the sake of it.

I wanna know what happened with Todd and Black.

What's gonna happen with Tawi?

Who even is that old man? Was he relevant to the plot before this?

How are they gonna solve everything and give a satisfying conclusion in 1 single episode...

I feel like this show will be like Bad Buddy where I end up rewatching certain scenes many times and I wonder if this 13 4/4 would be one of them because it's such a good scene but I don't know if I'll be able to take it multiple times. Though, I think I'll fully rewatch it at least once start-to-finish cuz I usually pause so much just to pace around, take deep breaths, or to come write on here

Episode 14 (Mar 21, 2022)

14-1

I am so nervous starting this. I hope it's a satisfying conclusion to this 14 episode series. I have invested so much time and emotions into it, I hope it pays off and that we get a coherent ending.

I hate that every fucking interaction with Black feels like the last one. Would I be surprised if he dies? No but I'd certainly be devastated

I just fully watched the title sequence for the first time because I usually avoid them to not get spoiled.

Them all crying in that van as they all fear death...

I wish the thumbnails didn't give everything away (in terms of SeanWhite happily ever after) because it makes me less tense for sure. I'm just someone who prefers to know nothing about what I'm about to watch I guess

Yok is truly fucking me up. "If I die, my mom will eventually get over it. But if I just disappear, that's too cruel to her."

14-2

Holy shit, how would you even deal if you were protesting and you literally find tied up people with sacks over their heads in the back of a car like what the fuck

Like it's one thing to see a post being like ummm maybe there's a kidnapping, keep watch for this car and to actually stop the car to find these people in their

Edit: Seems like it’s based on a real true event, that’s so .

People who stand with the gang saving them, shouting ROL around them... monumental

Wtf how are Namo and stuff so chill... It's not like your friend got into a little fight, they were being kidnapped to be made to disappear

Nuch saying the law is the gate to justice but the law itself isn't justice... hits

No like Gram/Nuch are so cute to me. They have chemistry in both discussing the law/their own viewpoints as well as being very cute and teasing toward each other. But no, we have freaking Gram/Eugene.

Eugene's reaction is also so... lackluster? Nuch was the only one worried I guess.

"When I realized I was about to get killed, your face flashed across my mind." I'm not invested in Gram/Eugene enough for this and also Eugene's smile at hearing this is so ??? Like these characters' reactions are so confusing to me because the situation should have so much more gravity

I think Eugene had more chemistry with White rip

Anyway, I think that scene was just a waste of time, especially when there's so much else I'm more curious about. For example, how is Black doing?

14-3

Huh? What the fuck do you mean "After that day, Black never returns." What exactly do you mean by that... I'm assuming Black's not dead because White would feel it, right?

Interesting conversation. I didn't know I wanted SeanWhite to talk about Black but I like that I got it

SeanWhite are soooo stinking cute. Also, I love established relationships, that's no secret

The translations missed what Yok's mom signed and in part 2 they missed something White said to Sean... I'll rewatch way later if I remember to

Yok keeps asking people whether people can change... first Namo, now Gumpa. Don't give me a DanYok happy ending where they get together please. A bittersweet one where they realize their relationship is irreparably damaged, even if they love each other.

alskdfjsf White finallly sees his brother after multiple near death situations and his first question is about Sean

I love these sibling moments and their understanding of each other T.T

ToddBlack situation finally, let's go

lmao how anticlimactic, we just hear that Black put him in a coma and that's it?

Todd kinda just felt like a rich, hot dude who's kinda evil in his free time rather than a true villain/antagonist. Seeing him put in a coma is unsatisfying and doesn't quite make full sense to me like okay but what did that accomplish? Maybe it's because I'm so invested in the human relationships of the show but I wanted to see Todd and Black work through it more.

14-4

Yok </3 T.T

bro i don't wanna watch danyok interaction like i don't know what i want to happen and if i watch it i'll know what happens but idk what i want the outcome to be. okay, actually, i'm 100% sure i want a bittersweet ending but i also don't want to watch yok be sad. i have like 8 minutes left of this whole show, isn't that wild?

how dare dan say "i miss you" to yok. yok stay strong and get outta there, i believe in you to have been disillusioned with him

fuck okay yok punched him, so i feel like yok's forgiven him + he's smiling like that agh no i don't wanna watch them get back together

yok don't extend your handddddd

"i hope you don't forget our promise again" noooo, yok no, i just don't get it why do you love him this much. + if push comes to shove again, i just don't trust dan

seeing a happy, smiley yok is worth everything though. so i don't even know.

Also like... how would the rest of the gang react? Man, I don't know about this DanYok thing...

SeanWhite cute as always. Now White has his own sex button bracelet! lmao

the oeoeoe song from their first kiss makes another appearance - Everlast by Will Van De Crommert. It's so iconic and reminds me of them, kinda like how Same Page by Tilly Bird is so entirely Bad Buddy/PatPran to me

It's... done. Finished...

Finishing a show like this... the thing is it never feels finished because the work is never done and the plot points at the beginning aren't fully resolved because they're not that easy to resolve; it's literally like "we're targeting this monopoly that controls much of the companies and also has immense power." So it never feels finished, I want more. I don't even know what I want, just... more ?

What do I do right now

Who am I if I'm not thinking about the next Not Me episode?

I don't even know how I fully feel about this show, like what would I rate it? There were parts I really liked and other parts that kinda fell flat for me; some parts where they exceeded expectations and others where they didn't meet them.

How much do the flaws matter when I liked the characters so much? When I thought about this show so much? When I became so invested?

I think I just can't form proper coherent thoughts because I finished it like 10 minutes ago, so I'll come back later.

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It's been a few hours since I finished, I went to university and wrote a test, wrote 700 words of a ToddBlack fic on the bus ride home, then did another quiz lol and I was thinking of Not Me the whole time.

The acting in this show was so good. I felt it somewhat lacking a few times when Gawin was playing Dan but otherwise, every character knocked it out of the park, I'm very impressed.

The writing/plot was... fine? I really liked it at times but it was quite weak at other times in terms of following through with plot or developing a character properly. I don't want to get into what parts I liked or disliked because it's 14 episodes and I'm too tired for that. I thoroughly enjoyed the plot-based focus for a BL (or BL-adjacent) project. What's interesting is that the plot made me care about the characters in away a regular-life BL or romance show wouldn't, so that was a strong point.

The visuals were gorgeous, absolutely stunning. So, so nice to look at. They know how to make you feel with the shots, as well.

This show felt so queer, which I loved. It dealt with lots of things like monopolies and corruption and power and I think it didn't do it in a super duper insightful way but even the surface level aspect of it was engaging enough. The queerness of the show though, that felt very real to me and I don't know how to explain why. Like of course we had the episode 7 Under The Flag scene but even without that. Also, loved that we got a trans woman who wasn't treated terribly; wish Gram/Nuch got (back) together. My second ghost ship after ToddBlack.

Now... the characters and the ships. I think the show was extremely good at making you care about the characters and be invested in the relationships. I'll give that to both the writers and the actors. What sometimes happened, though, is that they were really good at getting you invested and then it... kinda derailed. This one, I'll go into one by one.

White

Our main character. Gun did an incredible job while acting as White, White acting as Black, and Black. I thought it was interesting to watch him develop throughout the show, see a little glimpse of who White is before he's replaced by White trying to be Black and then we get White back again, this time with the experience of being Black. His arc and character development was done pretty well throughout the series, I'd say.

Sean

I found him very interesting for most of the show. He's so... fucked up, honestly. He had so much grief that he carried with him; grief and anger. It made him volatile and uncontrollable; if it was a different show and he was the way he was for a different reason, I would've deeply disliked him because I have so little patience for like scary, abusive love interests but the thing with this show is that we aren't only introduced to Sean as the love interest. He's a pivotal character to the plot and his growth and development is also necessary. It's not that he changed completely or became a different person by the end (motherfucker has a half-baked plan A and no plan B or C even in episode 13 lmao) but it was still great to see him grow and become softer with love and overcome some of that grief and start to achieve his goals.

SeanWhite

Them !!! They are so good to me, my favourite of the bunch for sure.

They gave me the antagonistic banter at the beginning and it was interesting because they gave us stuff that’s like teasing and getting a rise out of each other (the oil fight, the towel thing, just them messing around) but also there was like that one scene where Sean choked White so bad. Lots of different emotions were felt.

And then, when they got together it was just so stinking cute ! I am a deep, deep lover of tenderness and episode 9 was so incredibly tender with how they went about constantly seeking out what the other liked, the hand holding, checking in on the other after sex, White grazing his hand over Sean’s face and kissing him awake. Truly made my heart ache.

+ the little bits of codependency we saw from Sean’s side? Like, I love unhealthy/unreasonable/unsustainable amounts of reliance and when Sean kept being like I can’t live without him (ep 8 and 10), the way he just let Black beat him up (ep 10) because he couldn’t do anything against White, the way he became self-destructive (ep 10?) after being broken up with, was all so much.

I hope they stay together forever and are happy.

Some of my favourite episodes with them are 8, 9, 12

Black

I just sigh every time I think of how they let me down with the treatment of this character. First of all, Gun did an incredible freaking job, hats off to him.

While he was in a coma, we got to learn that he's the one who gathered this team, that he taught Gram to ride the motorcycle, Sean said he gave him purpose. I wanted to see so much more of him with the team after he woke up but it's like nobody even gave a shit that they're leader and friend was in a freaking coma. Just a total lack of nuance to the relationships between the gang and Black :< In the end, he's not even in the group anymore? It's all just... kind of heartbreaking. Who was he to them? Nobody at all? I'm so invested in the gang, friendship group, found family being happy and we don't even get to have Black in it, the fuck

I wish we at least got to see Eugene and Black but that didn't happen either. Here are thoughts from some tweets I wrote about this: "like he broke up with her to protect her! and I could cry thinking about Eugene saying he becomes so soft when he drinks! and he obviously missed her so deeply! and why were scenes with White there when we got that compilation flashback of her deciding to move on from Black like that’s not even my guyyy." I just think it could've been interesting to see them reconcile, maybe have Eugene learn more about him and his secrets, etc.

ToddBlack could've been interesting to explore as well, I'll get into that below.

I agree with much of this post by heretherebedork when it comes to the show's treatment of Black.

At least, they gave me Black and White sibling dynamics and love and protectiveness and connection, though. Not as much as I would've liked because I want so much more of this but enough that I feel they didn't completely waste this potential. Once again, hats off to Gun for acting so well as different people in the same scene.

His interaction with Sean was fucking painful when he beat the shit out of him but their interactions in episode 11-4 and 12-1 were great, like animosity without either overpowering the other.

Yok

My boy with the most sunshine smile. Along with Gun, First is the actor who I came out of this show wanting to see more of. I added The Eclipse to my 2022 Most Anticipated list because of him.

I liked how much he cares about his mom, how much he loves art, just how freaking unhinged he is. If you search up "yok" on my blog, it's just me calling him deranged in the tags because he's doing something deranged in the post I reblogged. Yok is so endearing and I supported his every decision, including the unhinged ones, except... Dan.

Dan

I hate that Not Me is giving us a sympathetic murderer cop who also sells NFTs and betrays the team at the end (I do get the betrayal because he was threatened with his parents' lives but still, fuck him). Like literally... why. I don't care if it was a mistake or he feels guilty; he murdered a man who was smuggling drugs even though he was running away and had no weapons. In the end, he faced no punishment for it, either. He didn't even redeem himself.

DanYok

I so, so, so wish this was a bittersweet ending. That they loved each other but what happened was... entirely too much and it broke their relationship irreparably and thus, they went their separate ways. Maybe Dan actually worked to redeem himself and they met as better selves years down the line in some protest or rally or something.

I really like episode 7 with them, Dan “kidnapping” Yok and Yok being outrageously flirty.

Gram

The most derailed character after Black... He started off so strongly with his interactions with White as Black's best friend and there were also too many things hinting at Gram liking Black, even White thought so. It was also interesting to have him as a foil to White in law class and have him share his thoughts. In the end, he didn't give a fuck about Black after he came back but just kept pestering Black's ex-girlfriend about being with him, like what? I don't like that sort of behaviour. The actor was doing a good job in the first part, too, so it's sad to see where it ended up, especially because I thought Eugene/White and Eugene/Black both have more chemistry than Eugene with Gram.

I would've been interested to see Eugene/Nuch as well. They dated but were now exes but still had debates about their opinions on the law and bickered cutely >.<

I'll try to just remember Gram from the first few episodes because I don't know who he became by the end.

ToddBlack

I don't know how they have the grip they do on me.

They have a total of 2 interactions in the show and both are just them attempting to kill each other but being unable to + 1 flashback scene while in the middle of the murder attempt. Which, first of all, is exactly the type of deranged and toxic that I love. It's greet your life-long friend in your sluttiest shirt and cry as you're unable to kill him.

But also, we can think of Todd's interactions with White that I'm also using as ToddBlack fodder. Him knowing Black's underwear brand? Him saying he's not surprised Black's friend would like him when White says Gram might like Black? Like man, fuck !!

Due to this utter lack, I'm somehow writing ToddBlack even though there's so much else to be done. Their dynamic and history is just so intriguing and the lack of Black's development after he came back makes me feel empty, so here we are. This section is the last one I'm writing in this post (except maybe some edits if I think of something) because I want to be in my ToddBlack mood because I'm going straight to continue their fic after this while I listen to Our Time Is Short by Gang Of Youths (a song I associate with them now because of this post by kisateta even though the post includes other Not Me couples as well just because the lyrics are working as great motifs in my fic).

I'm reading fics for them, too.

Also, here's this ToddBlack edit that I love to Harry Styles - Sign of the Times (protectsean)

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Overall thoughts: Very good, enjoyed it very much. I wonder if I should give it 8/10, tied with Bad Buddy for the highest. I was stuck on whether to give it a 7.5 but when I took at the shows I gave 8 to, it's because they all somehow captured me intensely. 18 Again had me crying at parts and I literally ended up starting a rewatch the day after I finished + I watched Lee Dohyung interview. True Beauty also had me obsessed and I liked the characters soooo much (especially Im Jukyoung and Han Seojoon) and started getting into Cha Eunwoo because of it. Bad Buddy made me watch all the Soon Vijarn reaction videos for it, make this blog for it, write a fic for it.

So, in that sense, I think it's fine to just round this up to an 8 because this show made me so invested in the characters and made me start writing a ToddBlack fic. Although, if after a few days I start feeling like 8 is too high, I might bring it down to a 7.5 but nothing lower than that.

Edit few days later: Yeah, it doesn’t have a lasting impact on me the way 8 and above shows do, so it’s a 7.5. It’s only been two days but I think I’m ready to move onto a new show, which doesn’t happen for 8 star ones because I get so hang up on them. However, still very good and I was hung up on it while watching.

Edit April 21: Yeah, I’m still stuck on this show sometimes, so here’s this goodbye edit of the show with 1D’s Walking In The Wind as the background, arrow straight to the heart fr (cr: offgunftnamon)

Rating: 7.5/10 8/10 8.5/10 8/10 [Aug 20, 2022 Update: Increased by 0.5 stars when rerating my top BLs] [Oct 29, 2022 Update: Increased by 0.5 stars when rerating my top BLs] [Jan 25, 2024 Update: Decreased by 0.5 stars when rerating my top shows: 8.5 -> 8]

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CALM DOWN INQUISITOR WILL BE BACK

okay there's people who are worried that Inquisitor wouldn't be in the next da, but Inquisitor definitely will be back, here's why (edited, I add another point about the red lyrium idol and my arguments against ALBEISM within the fandom)

1.Solas

Solas , Solas is a very very personal person for The Inquisitor, don't know about you guys but Francois is Solas Bff and he seen Solas like a brother he never had and he promised that he doesn't want to kill Solas ,hell and it would be disrespectful for people who are still stuck in Solavellan hell if they didn't get Answers!!!

Based on information from Tevinter nights, INQUISITION AND INQUISITOR IS STILL VERY MUCH IN ACTION

Solas literally gave message to charter to send his sorry to the Inquisitor , and Inquisition and Inquisitor have business in nevarra

2. Remember Josephine personal quest? Of somewhat a fallen fortune

Josephine literally said that when Inquisitor visited Antiva, the Montiliyet family would literally throw the biggest party as a thanks to The Inquisitor for helped The Montiliyet, and I'm sure antiva would be one of many northern country we will see, and based on Tevinter Nights (seems like qunari have a plan to fucking invade Antiva) and new DA4 tease of the female antiva crow, Antiva would be one of northern countries that would play a big role

3. Dorian Romance

Yeah no shit Dorian, you wanted to be with Inquisitor and Inquisitor also wanted to be with you, y'all better be get married ASAP, Tevinter would be one of major countries that definitely will play a hugeee role in whatever Solas doing right now.... And Inquisitor also stabbed Tevinter map with the war table knife at the event of exalted council , the next mission would be in tevinter everybody know that, if anything it's confirmed that Inquisition will move it's operation HQ to Tevinter, 'Some claimed to have seen The Inquisitor on the street of Minrathous on rare occasions, sneaking into the heart of Tevinter to aid his Amatus" It's fine to ask help from your lover Dorian....It's fiiinneeeeeee..... Hell I think Inquisition and Inquisitor moved to Tevinter, so Inquisitor can be closer with Dorian and for their missions........

Well hello there Magister Pavus *wink*

Seems like Isabella, Dorian, that skeleton boi and that woman jumped into the sea to avoid arrows? Are they on a quest?

Besides The Inquisitor status as 'The Inquisitor's and Dorian Pavus lover ,a Magister of great influence and power definitely would tremendously help Inquisition and the new hero.

4. Song about Inquisitor

Maryden song is not just a song about Inquisitor glory, it's about fear and uncertainty of what's to come NEXT, and people who rely on The Inquisitor as their leader,people who place hope on the Inquisitor to guard them from darkness to come, this isn't a song about 'yaaayy the world is saved y'all can be happy and go back home's

Inquisitor is still the hero people rely on and needed to lead them against the future threats that definitely will threaten Thedas.....Again and....Solas (whhyyy T.T )

Inquisitor....Lyrics

A soldier, a savior

A hero, a leader

Inquisitor fought for our souls

A battle, a breach

The one we beseeched

To protect our lives and our homes

Now how do we follow

The battle is all but won

Peace can't last forever

Guard us from what's to come

Inquisitor, take your breath

A soldier, a savior

A hero, a leader

Inquisitor fought for our souls

A battle, a breach

The one we beseeched

To protect our lives and our homes

Now you all shall follow

The breach is all but closed

Light can't last forever

Guard us from darkness to come

A soldier, a savior

A hero, a leader

Inquisitor fought for our souls

5. The ragtag people in DA teaser we have seen lacked resources power and support.

Hell even they are described as a bunch of people who wanted to change things but lacked the power to do so....Sounds familiar with Inquisitor and companions at the beginning isn't? Now Inquisition and The Inquisitor is a forces to be reckoned with, Inquisition is not actually disbanded, The Inquisitor and Inquisition simply refused to be collared by chantry and Orlais (ewww besides tf want to be collared by chantry and Orlais) and they went rogue, and Inquisitor once again will save the world, and need an agent that Solas doesn't know.....

Who can give those groups of people resources and chance to be something more? If anything Sutherland and company group of adventures is a foreshadow of the new ragtag bunch of groups, and who gave Sutherland and Co resources and chance? Inquisitor who believe in them. The Inquisition and Inquisitor is the only group that can give these people chance and resources they needed, and as foreshadowed and basically confirmed by The Inquisitor song, Inquisitor is the leader and boss of Inquisition and that new group.

Come on who's gonna trust them and give them resources if not Inquisitor and Inquisition? Even on the brink of destruction, state leaders always preferred to fights against each other rather than save the world and fix shits!!!! People like Gaspard and other state leader would prefer to perish on their throne rather than fixing problems they have.

6. Have you seen the red lyrium idol?

Link for proof that the red lyrium idol have three figures, and much more clearer picture of the red lyrium idol:

The red lyrium idol actually have three figures, Solas who's hugging mythal and Mythal who hugging him back (that figure dragon tail and crown? Come one that's Mythal) and hugging the third person behind them, and then there's the third person behind Solas and Mythal, a figure who lost their LEFT ARM! And we knew one person who have close ties with Mythal and Solas who also lost their left arm:

Inquisitor.

7.Stop ALBEISM within the fandom

I don't want to hear another person who think.... and absolutely believe that disabled people are helpless or cannot be relied on, stop that shit okay? It's just rude, and let me tell ya ladies and gentlemen and people of any other identities and genders , The Inquisitor is a badass hero, I have wrote in point 4 and 5 that The Inquisitor is the leader and hero people relied on and needed, and Inquisitor still kicking ass after the event of exalted council, Inquisitor is a seasoned hero and veteran, Inquisitor feats:

• killed Ten high Dragons

•killed Corypheus

• leading Inquisition Armies to fight against legions of red templar and many other Corypheus followers

• literally murdering demons here and there as if it's just a walk in the park

•sealing rifts all across Thedas

• survived time travel and psychically entered the fade

• Successfully ended Orlesian civil war , so The Inquisitor do have great talents in politics

• Darkspawn? Darkspawn is just another noob enemies The Inquistor eradicated with companions

• have seen Titan's heart and defeated it's guardian, survived deep roads

• defeated a mother fucking avvar god aka Hakkon Winterbreath

•probably surpassed Ameridan as Inquisitor

There's nothing that stop The Inquisitor to fight like a badass and to be in action, losing one arm can be solved with prosthetic ( there's Dagna) and I have said that in the red Jenny tresspasser slide, The Inquisitor have crossbow/hook arm,I don't know man Francois is one of the most powerful mage in Thedas? He's a mage. So the arm problem also definitely can be solved with magic!

Besides Inquisitor definitely would be boss of the new hero, Inquisitor is a capable and seasoned leader and veteran,who has been proven time and again as a legendary fighter (just like HoF and Hawke) and a great leader both in politics and military, I will make second post about my theory and covering Thedas newest political leaders and state also the continuity of this post.

And in conclusion

8. Double hero/ protagonist?

Duo/double heroes (Inquisitor and new hero) is the best way, the new hero need sponsor and resources , The Inquisition and Inquisitor need new agents, besides it's confirmed by the red Jenny slides (Inquisitor have prosthetic ) , tevinter nights, the song and romance with Dorian that The Inquisitor is still the hero and leader and still kick ass like a badass, it would be so great to see them disagreeing and agreeing about stuff, come on it would be so interesting to see dynamic of their approval, to see them interact with each other, and fight together.

They'll work so well together!!!!!

Seriously guys....Pavelyan romancer....Dorianmancer....It's all fine calm down....Inquisitor is back........

Sorry for grammatical mistakes.... I am south East Asian so English is like my third language and I try to fix typo here and there....

I am so excited.....I'm too excited

#Inquisitor is back #pavelyan #inquisitor trevelyan #dragon age 4 #Dorian Pavus #inquisition #da4 #dragon age

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Warnings: Mentions of blood, murdering, death, swearing.

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A/N: FINALLY! I’M SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU GUYS WAIT SO LONG! As always homework held me back but I managed to finish the last chapter today, it probably has some mistakes, I’ll edit it tomorrow because I am too exhausted at the moment, sorry T.T Anyways! I just wanted to thank all the amazing people that followed the story since the beginning and those who had join along the way. I’m really grateful for all the support! Truly, thanks for everybody and I hope you enjoy the last chapter!

You woke up abruptly when the sound of gun shots dragged you out of your sleep.

Your eyes didn’t even open when your primal instincts pulled your body up so you could sit up on the bed, ears ringing and head pounding. The stress of the situation was triggering that sickening feeling where everything around you spun but you forced your eyes to close even tighter, taking some deep breaths to slow down your heart rate. Unfortunately, when your method to calm yourself down started working, another gunshot echoed through the halls, pulling you out of your bed.

You stumbled when your feet got tangled up in the bed sheets, almost falling down to the floor if it hadn’t been for the nearby table that allowed you to hold onto it in order to not facepalm the floor. Heart pounding against your chest, you groaned when the ringing in your ears got louder, throwing you down onto your knees in the middle of the bedroom.

What was going on?

Your hands flew up to your head, pressing your ears as hard as you could to avoid hearing whatever was driving you nuts. You felt your temperature rising up, blood starting to boil. “No, no, no, no, not now…(Y/N)....Fuck” You told yourself, barely managing to stand up as you rushed into the bathroom, hands still over your ears.

Standing in front of the sink, you reached down with one of your hands and turned on the water, leaning down to splash some of it on your face and neck to get rid of the burning sensation you were feeling. After a few seconds, when it was slowly decreasing you raised your eyes to the mirror positioned in front of you, expecting to see your skin turning slightly sweaty and your cheeks rosy from the high temperature, exactly what you found when you were with Soonyoung in the bathroom.

Everything was the same except this time, one of your eyes had turned red.

Stumbling back you fell down onto your butt, managing to hit your head on the bathtub in the process, stealing a painful hiss from your lips. However, you were too scared, too freaked out about the image you saw of yourself to even be concerned about the pain you felt on the back of your head. You were so distracted that you didn’t even noticed how a small trail of blood was starting to make its way down your neck.

The only thing that took you out of your shocked trance was the sound of the door being opened with so much strength that, when it met the wall it was an absolute miracle that it didn’t make a hole there. Jun panting figure stood there, in the bathroom, his muscles visibly relaxing when he found you safe and sound on the floor. The scent of your blood reached his nostrils though and his dead heart did a somersault he didn’t even know it was capable to do anymore.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong? Did they hurt you?” He closed the door behind himself as he walked inside, kneeling besides you.

There was blood on his clothes, apparently not his since he didn’t seem to be hurt anywhere but the amount of red on his white shirt was truly concerning. Who did he mean by they though? Were some of the brothers out of control? Maybe Seungcheol commented your wish to exit the mansion whenever you had recovered and some of them hadn’t taken it as well as he did. You hadn’t expected it to be that easy but you weren’t expecting them to react this way either.

“My eye” You told him, staring into his eyes waiting to see some kind of shocked or surprised reaction in his, why wasn’t he surprised? “J-Jun my eye is red”

With both of his hands on your cheeks, he looked into your eyes and a small frown appear on his forehead “This is not a moment to joke (Y/N)” He said, looking at you all serious and cold as if he seriously thought you would start pulling his leg in this kind of situation “Your eyes are like always”

“But I-”

“(Y/N) listen to me” He cut you off, not even giving you a couple of seconds so you could just explain to him what had happened. You opened your mouth to cut him off but he shook his head and started talking again, words hurried and breathless, it felt as if the two of you were running out of time “There are hunters in the house and they are well prepared to hunt us down” He explained, voice somber and tone wavery. He was obviously scared, who wouldn’t be in this kind of situation? No matter how inmortal they were, these people were here to kill them once and for all or for turning them into living experiments once again “I don’t know if we’ll win this time but you need to hide okay? Find a place in the mansion and hide”

“What? Jun what-”

“Here” He took one of your hands and placed a pocket knife in it, he knew it wasn’t the most ideal weapon in the moment, that it would be more useful to have some kind of gun with you but it was better to have that small knife than only your small, weak human hands to defend yourself “Use it if you have to, they are mean people and they won’t hesitate to put a bullet through your skull if they find you” He pulled you into his arms before you could react, resting his head against yours “Be careful out there, do not get out of wherever you’re going to hide until one of us tells you to or until you’re totally sure these guys are not around anymore, okay?” He pulled you back to look into his eyes and when you saw the concern and sadness reflected on them you could only nod quietly “Promise me (Y/N)”

“I promise I’ll be careful Jun, don’t worry” You replied, feeling anxious about how worried he seemed to be.

“I know this is not the best moment but I am so sorry for what I did to you, I hope one of these day you can forgive me” He told you, so serious that you couldn’t help but believe him “God knows I’ll try my hardest to make it up to you if we get out of this-” Jun suddenly stopped talking, the grip he hand on your shoulders got much tighter, making you wince in pain.

“Jun you’re hurting me” You told him, attempting to move away from him

“Hide under the bed” He instructed you, pulling you up and pushing you out of the bathroom “Don’t you dare make a noise, get out of there and this room as soon as they enter the bathroom, okay?” Jun was already pushing you down besides the bed, not leaving you with any other option.

“What about you?” You asked worried, concerned for him if the situation was as bad as he had described it.

“Don’t worry about me, you run out of here when you see your chance” Jun barely had time to place the bed sheets back down, cover your hidden body and walk a few steps away from the bed when someone shot at Sooyoung's bedroom door. You reached up, covering your mouth to not let any yelps out as you felt your heartbeat speeding up. “It’s okay (Y/N), I’m fine” Jun whispered, hearing how your heart was pounding against your chest “They’re coming, stay quiet no matter what, okay?”

Afraid to make a noise and already screw everything up, you only nodded, hearing his steps getting away from the bed and probably walking into the bathroom where he said he would lock himself in with whoever was coming his way. The same door that had been slightly broken by the bullets, was kicked down seconds later, making you close your eyes scared.

From your place you couldn’t see much, just a couple of boots that judging by their size belonged to a man, he walked into the room slowly, taking in his surroundings as he searched for clues of possible vampires hidden by the furniture. You heard him turn around multiple times, he even poked one of his foot under the bed to see if he got some kind of reaction out of that. Luckily for you, no sounds were made and his foot didn’t touch you, it would have been pretty unfortunate if he had found out you were there.

Out of nowhere, a gun shot was heard again, making your ears ring thanks to it being much closer than the few other times you’ve heard the sound.

“You missed” Jun’s voice broke the silence, you could hear the fake cockiness and confidence in his tone before the man’s slow steps started speeding up as he was guided into the bathroom.

When the door closed loud enough for you to hear, you forced yourself to move, ignoring the screams of pain and the sounds of a physical fight getting out of the small bathroom, you were out of the bed in seconds and without looking behind, you sprinted out of the room.

Your body was acting on pure survival instincts, adrenaline running through your veins. You could feel your blood flowing through your veins rapidly, your heart beating as fast as it could and your body ready to move as soon as your brain started sending orders. On the left end of the hall, you could see Wonwoo and Hansol were busy fighting with somebody, the corpse of possibly one of the hunters made Wonwoo stumble back, losing his balance and falling down onto the floor. Your eyes met in that instant and he shook his head at you, silently telling you to not even think about helping them and run away. Right about when the hunter was aiming his gun at Wonwoo, Hansol broke his neck from behind, freeing his brother from his possible demise.

The image should have been terrifying, the view of that man’s body falling down onto the floor as if it was a rag doll should have had you crying in horror but you only sighed with relief when Wonwoo was safe and sound.

“Run, hide somewhere” Hansol told you from his place, waving his hand at you, indicating you should get out of there because there were probably more hunters coming their way. If the people invading the house knew who the really were, the Originals, they probably came more prepared than when they were after ordinary vampires.

Nodding at his words, you took off, running on their opposite direction and heading down the righ hall. You’ve never explored this part of the house, you could barely remember in which room’s you’ve been and in which you haven’t so you could only trust on your luck to not run in the wrong direction and end up getting as many bullets as those men were carrying in their guns.

This part of the house was silent, which you didn’t know if it was a good sign or a really bad one. Silence could mean the enemies hadn’t reached this part of the house yet but it could also mean they had and ended the lives of whoever were supposed to defend this area. Keeping the pocket knife Jun gave you hidden in your sleeve, you slowed down your steps, hearing as attentive as you could and making as less noise as possible. Somebody could be hidden in this rooms and you weren’t going to take the risk of alarming them of your presence.

Scanning your surroundings, you decided the second room on the left for any possible hiding spots when the ringing sound that bothered you so much returned. Your hands instantly flew up to your ears, covering them as you kneeled down on the floor, again, whatever it was, started making your body burn and the place spin.

“Ngh…” You groaned, vision blurred, barely noticing the pocket knife had fallen out of your sleeve and was now a few meters away from you “Make it stop” You muttered on the edge of crying, hands pressing harder and harder against your ears but not helping too much.

“(Y/N), WATCH OUT!” Jihoon’s voice roared, louder than the sound that made you so weak, making you look up from the floor.

You barely had time to move to the side before one of the hunters could cut your head off with the axe when was carrying in his hand, it had been so close that when the weapon went down on the floor it took some of your sleeve with you, barely scratching your arm. Your eyes opened wide with fear and you started to stand up, only to lose your balance once again thanks to the sound that was coming from him, from some kind of device he was carrying on his belt. It looked like a speaker, a small one that had a lot of volume.

“Oh, so you have little friends hiding in here too?” The man asked mockingly, looking at Jihoon as he glanced down at you “Such a shame, you would definitely be my type if you weren’t a monster”

A monster?

You didn’t know what to reply, just barely managing to move while that dreadful sound kept playing. You saw how he raised his foot, probably to stomp down on you so he would be able to kill you with his axe without failing once again but Jihoon tackled him down from behind, crashing the device on the process and freeing you from the pain that numbed your head.

“Run! Hide!” He shouted without even looking at you “Get out of here”

You weren’t going to disobey him. Getting up on your feet once again, you glanced back one more time just to see Jihoon reaching out to steal the axe from the hunter’s hands successfully, the stranger would soon be dead and you didn’t want to specific the graphic scene that was about to happen.

Hearing some more footsteps coming from the direction you were running to, you started panicking and entered the first room that you saw besides you without even thinking about the possibility of somebody hiding in there, waiting to attack. Luckily, when you closed the door behind you, only silence and loneliness met you.

The sound of more gunshots, something you were already used to didn’t even surprised you, however, the noise of some stuff falling on the ground that came from the bathroom made you flinch in surprised. Your breath stuttered as you listened carefully, no voice or breathing being detectable, there was only a small shadow moving as some of the stuff that had probably been in a cabinet rolled around on the floor and out of the bathroom.

With slow and quiet steps, you approached the sound, patting your sleeve only to realize you had left the pocket knife behind. Walking all the way back wasn’t even an option anymore since you didn’t know who had chosen the same room as you to hide. You looked around, there wasn’t anything that could harm somebody, nothing you could use to defend yourself so you silently prayed your fists would be enough.

Ready to fight, you walked into the bathroom, eyes dropping to the floor to find a bloody Soonyoung. You gasped surprised as you rushed to his side, kneeling down on the pool of dark blood that had started to form around him.

He was barely conscious, wasting some strength to force up a smile when his tired eyes landed on you. There was a wound on his side, tainting his shirt in a wine color as he laid there on the ground. His forehead was sweaty and his skin even more pale than usual, almost turning into this sick color that people had when their bodies were almost out of blood.

“S-Soonyoung, what happened? I-I...What do I do?” You carefully placed his head on your knees so he could be more confident, the quiet groan that came out of him when you moved his sore body didn't go unnoticed.

“I was in the garden with Chan and Minghao when those fuckers came out of nowhere, we tried to fight but one of them got me pretty bad” He whispered, voice hoarse as you brushed some strands of his hair away from his sweaty forehead “Joshua guided me in here and took the bullet out but we heard some commotion outside and he went to help Jun with those hunters, he didn’t came back” His voice was full of worried for his brothers but there was nothing in could do in this state.

“Should I sew the wound closed?” You asked looking down at him, he just smiled shaking his head “Then what? What can I do?”

“The bullet was poisoned so the wound will take longer to close by itself” Soonyoung’s muttered, groaning again as he closed his eyes in pain “It should have been closed by now but the fact that I’m exhausted is probably not helping”

Looking down at him you pulled your sleeve up, quickly placing your wrist above his lips “Drink some, you need it, this will give you some energy for sure” You said, not even caring about the poison his fangs would give you or your own health. Seeing Soonyoung so weak made you feel anxiety, his well-being was your first priority at the moment.

“No, it will make you feel worse” He rejected it, turning his face away even though his eyes were already turning red now that he had opened them.

“Soonyoung I swear to God if you don’t bite me, I’ll cut myself so I can force you to drink it” You said frustrated, panicked and he must have heard that because he finally looked up at you with his hungry eyes.

“Are you sure?” He asked hesitant, his tongue coming out to lick his lips hungrily.

“Bite already” You urged him.

Nodding, Soonyoung grabbed your wrist gently with his weak and cold hand, guiding it to his opened mouth. You looked away in respect, not knowing if you watching how he fed from you would make him feel uncomfortable or something. This time Soonyoung wasn’t as gentle as he was when he had bit you for the first time but you understood since he was kind of dying at the moment, you winced at the feeling of his fangs piercing your skin but you managed to relaxed as soon as the pain was replaced by the small pull of his lips sucking out blood from you.

You leaned back against the cold wall, still running your fingers through his hair as he kept feeding in order to recover. Seconds turned into minutes, you almost lost track of time when the door of the room opened once again. Soonyoung quickly stood up, taking his fangs out of your wrist too fast and hurting you a little, you hissed in pain but he ignored it, standing up with his hand clutching his still bloody side in order to protect you from whoever had walked inside.

“It’s me”

Seungcheol entered the bathroom with his hands up in surrender, making Soonyoung sigh frustrated as he sat back down besides you “Damn it Seungcheol, I almost had a heart attack, I thought they were here to end us both” He whispered, glancing down at your wrist as you still gripped it in pain “Did I hurt you too much?” Soonyoung asked

“It’s okay” You replied, shaking your head “Do you feel better?”

“Fucking awesome” He said smirking, acting as if it was all good again but you could still see the tiredness in his body language. He didn’t look close to dead anymore but he still seemed to be hurt. “Thanks”

“You gave him blood?” Seungcheol asked looking down at you surprised, worried even “But-”

“He needed it more than I did, it’s fine” You told him with a small smile on your lips, you know Seungcheol was truly worried about your health and the fact that you had been bitten after he promised you, you wouldn’t be anymore was probably bothering him a bit more than usual “He was dying”

The door was kicked opened once again and the atmosphere became tense in the room, heavy footsteps approached the bathroom as Soonyoung gently pushed you behind him and Seungcheol surprising you. The fact that he was putting his life in danger to keep yours safe, showed you that, despite their past behaviour, the guys might have not been lying when they said they cared about you. Soonyoung didn’t know you too much after all and he was willing to die in order to protect yours.

“Guys?”

Mingyu’s quiet whisper made everyone relax in the room, the three of you had been prepared to fight with all your might if the person entering your little hiding spot resulted to be a hunter but as soon as the familiar voice echoed in the silence of the room, all of the tension went away.

When he walked into the bathroom his eyes first found Soonyoung’s bloody clothes which truly stood out in the white room but when he saw he was standing and that pain was slowly leaving his features he allowed his eyes drift in the direction of his other brother. Seungcheol was totally fine, he wasn’t here when you found Soonyoung and he hadn’t seemed to be wounded or harmed when he hid with you, Mingyu’s eyes found you and a small gasp escaped him when he saw the blood in your clothes.

“I’m alright….This is Soonyoung’s” You said when he started walking closer to you, his hands found their way to your hips as his eyes inspected you quietly, almost as if he wanted to make sure you weren’t hiding any wounds from their eyes. “You sure? They didn’t hurt you, right?” He asked breathless, cupping your cheeks so you could look up into his eyes.

Mingyu wasn’t shy when giving love and affection, you had witness that in your little sexcapade in the kitchen when Wonwoo decided it would be fan to watch, but you still were far from used to it and the fact that he was looking at you so passionately in front of two of his brothers got your cheeks turning red in seconds.

“You’re so pretty, God I’m so glad you’re fine” He whispered pulling you into his arms. You thought you were crazy for admitting it but you felt safe in Mingyu’s big and strong arms, the same arms that had once betrayed you but were now protecting you from whoever attempted to steal your life. “The Hunters were coming this way you need to get out of here”

“But what about you guys?” You asked, Seungcheol and him were probably just tired but Soonyoung was not in shape to fight, not when he had just recovered for such a near death experience “What about Soonyoung?”

“FOUND THEM!”

The door was pushed opened once again, hitting so hard the wall that you thought a hole would have been made on it. You didn’t even had time to react when Mingyu pushed you into the bathtub with his brother Soonyoung, covering you with the white curtains to hide your bodies from their murderous eyes.

Soonyoung pulled you down onto the floor when the shotgun was shot, covering your mouth fast so your yelp wouldn’t be heard. He wrapped his arms around your body as soon as he felt you were shaking in fear, placing his fingers under your chin, Soonyoung forced you to look at him, mouthing you the words ‘It’s fine, you’re safe with me’. You attempted to nod, to somehow tell him you believed those words but your quivering lower lip and the tears pooling in your eyes was giving away the amount of fear troubling your mind.

He reached up, using his hands to cover your ears, Soonyoung knew the sounds of his brothers stealing some humans lives would haunt you forever, he didn’t want you to go through that torment, through the memory of witnessing such a traumatic experience. He closed his eyes too, resting his forehead against yours, praying to whoever God was up there, the one that had guided you back to them, that he wouldn’t let these hunters steal you away from his family one more time.

They wouldn’t be able to take it, pain would consume them.

The curtains were pulled opened and instead of finding Seungcheol or Mingyu there somebody was aiming at the both of you with a knife. Soonyoung immediately put himself between you and the weapon, managing to stand up to cover your body from the hunter’s view.

“Get back down, you disgusting piece of shit” Soonyoung wasn’t strong enough and the hunter easily pushed him back down on the bathtub where he landed right besides you. “Come here beautiful, get out of there before he kills you”

Looking into his eyes you nodded quietly, standing out, ignoring the way Soonyoung’s hand gripped your sleeve to stop you from moving. You gently moved his hand away though, focusing your entire attention on the man still holding a knife, aiming it where your heart was.

“Good girl” Knowing it would set the vampire in the bathtub off, the man pushed you flushed against his body, burying his face in your neck “Now I know why you keep such a pretty little thing in here for enterta-UGH!”

Without thinking too much about it, you kicked his crotch making him drop the knife almost immediately. You heard it clinck against the tiles on the floor and rushed to grabbed it but the hunter had reluctantly moved one of his hands away from his crotch you wrap it around your leg, pulling it and making you fall face first onto the floor.

“Fucking bitch”

He growled pulling you closer to him but you kicked his face so hard that you swore you had felt the way his nose broke against your shoe. You couldn’t help but wince a little, truly disliking the things you were doing but knowing that if you didn’t fight, Soonyoung and you wouldn’t make it out of this room alive. You crawled as fast as you could, reaching out to grab the knife when a loud thud filled your ears.

You knew the hunter was dead even before turning around since it had been the same sound that you heard when Hansol had broken the neck of another person. But again, you didn’t found fear or disgust in your chest, the only thing you could feel was relief now that Soonyoung and you were totally out of danger.

When you turned around, making sure to keep your eyes away from the corpse on the floor Joshua was standing there, eyes scanning you worriedly as Seungkwan was helping Soonyoung to get out of the bathtub. You opened your lips to say something but Joshua was quick to reach down and gently pull you up from the floor, guiding you out of the bathroom and away from the corpse.

“Get out of here, more of them are coming this way” He whispered, hands pushing you out of the room.

“What about Soonyoung?” You asked, still worried about him.

“We’ll take care of him, get out of here and hide, we’ll deal with the hunters, now go”

Running once again, you found yourself getting into unknown territory, you didn’t recognize where you were at this point and there was no objects around you could use as weapons if you were attacked again so you ended up doing the only thing you could do at this point.

Keep moving until you got somewhere familiar.

At some point you heard people struggling, fighting for the lifes, you recognized the voices that belonged to Minghao and Seokmin undoubtedly but the sound of bones breaking and corpses falling to the ground told you they weren’t in need of help.

Your steps stuttered when you reached what seemed to be the main doors. They were opened wide, probably from when the hunters had barged into the mansion surprising everybody. Your heart was racing, pounding against your ribcage as you looked at the street.

The exit was there, it had been there all this time.

You just had to run out of that door and go back to your normal life, you would escape from those hunters and from the vampires that wanted you to stay with them forever. You could go back to your apartment, to the stressing city you lived in and enjoy boring job hunting, you could even consider buying a pet so you wouldn’t feel so lonely.

The solution to your problem was right in front of you.

Yet when you heard Jeonghan scream, you turned away from it.

All you saw was his body covering Chan’s injured one, they’ve been completely beaten up and were even struggling to keep their eyes opened. Jeonghan was taking all the punches but he stood still in front of his younger brother so they wouldn’t harm him anymore.

“Disgusting, fucking monsters, die already” He kicked Jeonghan in the stomach, making him fall down onto the floor and leave Chan absolutely uncovered.

When the hunter took his gun out, your feet had started moving on their own and when your eyes met Chan’s pleading ones, you started running towards them. He didn’t want you to get closer, in fact, if he could have talked in that moment, Chan would have told you to run away from the mansion, to go back to your life in the city where you wouldn’t be in danger but the poison of the dagger that was in his side was keeping him quiet, too weak to even move his mouth.

Your fate was sealed, you weren’t letting him take Chan down.

Not him.

Not Jeonghan.

Not any of the brothers.

The next few seconds played in slow motion making them last an eternity.

“(Y/N) NO!”

Too late.

You jumped in front of him right after the man, the stranger that was threatening to steal the life of somebody you appreciated, pulled the trigger. His aiming was perfect and the piece of metal, mixed with whatever poison they had used in them to damage the guys more, pierced through your chest, straight to your heart.

Everything turned black.

You were back in the darkness that had sheltered you most of these days.

As soon as you were harmed their pain was forgotten. Jeonghan stood up and broke the hunter’s neck in seconds while Chan, with the little strength he had left pulled you closer to his body.

“No, no, no, no” The young male started crying, hands cradling your pale face as he saw your blood flowing out through the hole on your shirt, tainting your shirt. He didn’t even felt hungry nor the curse appeared as he mourned your lost “Please, no, don’t take her away from me again...No….¡NO!”

Hours later, everyone was gathered in the dining room, the thirteen brothers surrounding the table you had been laying on for too much time. You should have turned already but your body was not giving any signs of the changes it should be going through.

Chan kept himself sitting besides you,your hand clutched in his as he kept whispering sweet things to you, cheering you to wake up, encouraging you to open your eyes but none of that was happening and his patient words soon turned to sad begs, sobs escaping his chest as he refused to let you go. Not again, he was not losing the love of his life again.

“Chan maybe we should-”

“SHUT UP” He roared standing up, not letting nobody touch you “She will make it, she will make it”

Just then, your eyes fluttered opened.

Right when everybody thought you wouldn’t make it, you arose from the death like a fallen angel.

Their fallen angel.

Their creation since everybody’s poison had contributed on the change.

The curse was no longer there since the old you had died to resurface in a beautiful immortal being, someone closed to perfection.

Your red eyes scanned the room confused, not understanding the tears that fell down from their eyes until Seungcheol spoke.

“Welcome (Y/N)” He said with a sweet smile, tears of happiness rolling down his cheeks “Welcome to our family baby”

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Harry Wells x Reader Crisis of Infinite Wells (Part 3 of 5)

**A/N: The picture/edit/gif does not belong to me. It belongs to @countlesswells

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5

*Yes, I know this is super late, but I had so many exams and deadlines shifted due to the transition online. Didn’t help that finals were around the corner either. But I’m back, and hopefully I can make things right with my fics, especially with the fact that we’re not going to get the Alls Wells That Ends Wells episode this season thanks to Ms. Rona (Please don’t come after me T.T). Anywho, this ended up being super, SUPER, long and I have no regrets. I feel that we need this series more than ever. If you already haven’t make sure to check out Part 1 and 2. Don’t forget to reblog and leave a comment, I read them all!

Word Count: 6601

You took in a deep breath, simultaneously opening your eyes to find yourself being hovered over by Caitlin and Cisco

“There’s our sleeping beauty,” Cisco jokes, grinning at you before running back over to the monitors to get a screwdriver.

“Mm, it’s too bright here.” You winced and blinked a few times as your brain had finally registered the bright lights of the Speed Lab. Rubbing your face a few times, you moved slowly to sit up. Stretching your aching body, you cracked a few bones and let out a little noise in contentment. Eyes looking around for a bit, you saw that the Mindscape Machine was still out, and that Cisco had hooked you and Nash onto it. Nash was still knocked out on another bed though because of the sedation. He looked peacefully asleep, as if the weight of his expeditions and the murmurings at the back of his head were gone. He should be coming back soon, I hope.

Cisco noticed where your gaze had gone before grabbing your attention, “Cecile had to go back home to feed a fussy little baby Jenna and Joe, so we ended up resorting to the Mindscape Machine. Went smooth sailing, thanks to our very own resident genius engineer, no thanks needed. All in a good day’s work.”

“I figured when you chimed in saying that we needed to go to the Nexus of Nash’s mind to get out.” You pointed out.

“Nash should be waking up in an hour or so, he’ll be fine I promise. How are you feeling?” Caitlin asked softly as she checked you over for any sign of abnormalities before removing the wires from your head.

“Cold,” goosebumps were already breaking out through your body as a shiver goes down your spine. “Really cold, Caity. Can’t you STAR Labs techies afford heat or something?” You joked, watching a look of fake hurt cross Ciscito’s face, a hand automatically over his heart.

“Dude, it’s like beautiful outside and what am I doing? I was stuck in here babysitting Princess Aurora and Pebble Brain over there until you guys came back to reality. You’re welcome for that, by the way,” Cisco made a face, pointing towards the direction of Nash’s unconscious body with a screw driver before walking back to where you sat, “while fixing these bad boys up,” the mechanical genius gestures dramatically to the tech in the room. “Meanwhile, Barry and Not-Mirror-Iris are on a picnic date in Central City Park enjoying the sunny weather. One which I wanted to do with Not-Mirror-Kamilla first.”

You and Caitlin just giggled at Cisco’s dramatics. Caitlin gave you the ‘all clear’ that your neural functions were still working and that you should be coordinated within your own body.

“So, Persephone,” You rolled your eyes at the nickname and shook your head at the two. Cisco had basically dubbed you and Harry that even before you had gotten together. In secret of course, or else Harry would start throwing things at him for dropping obvious hints of his feelings towards you. It’s at least so much better than Romeo and Juliet because in all honesty, they had a tragic love story and that is something that my love life does not need. More tragedy, internal pain, and suffering. “Did you see your Hades again?”

“I did, yeah.” A soft smile crossed your lips as your mind replays the interaction, your cheeks dusting the lightest color of pink. Your gaze dropped down a bit as Cisco and Caitlin started going “Ooooooo” as if high school gossip girls wanting you to spill the beans while giving you that one look you know all too well. You didn’t have the heart to tell them to stop.

“How is he?” Caitlin asked while Cisco nodded, wanting to know if his friend’s okay.

“He’s good,” you responded with a smitten grin, and then made a little sheepish face. “They’re all good.”

“They?-” Caitlin frowned as she slowly asked with a raised eyebrow.

“-Excuse me? They?” Cisco had a look mixed with dumbfoundedness and disbelief. His mouth slightly open as you saw his mind comprehending that simple sentence. You just nodded with a slightly sheepish grimaced expression. “You-”

“-had to meet the entire Council of Wells and propose to them the Multi-Dimensional idea that could possibly save them all because my boyfriend and a select few of his pals convinced me to since apparently the Wells men tend to have lots of arguments and so they also tend to never get things done sometimes. Yeah. That happened.” You quickly rambling how you met the infinite Council of Wells and then slowed down at the latter sentence with a nod. Cisco and Caitlin were stunned in place as they had tried to keep up with every single word that you said. Before they could even say anything, you spoke up once again as you got off the bed to stand on wobbly legs. “Did I mention that Harry, Sherloque, and Wolfgang are the triumvirate lead of the Council and that Sonny’s their hype man, apparently? I did not ever see that happening.” You ran a hand through your hair, “I have seen things. Standing in a huge lecture-ish mental room in Nash’s mind filled with doppelgangers of Harrison Wells is something I just cannot unsee.”

“No, you can’t.” Cisco added in agreement, his arms crossed. “You met all of them?”

“I mean, sorta. I mainly just stood at the front where the Wells triumvirate take their spots to start their meetings. Ok, so like you know the Galactic Senate from Star Wars where Palpatine and Padme were in?”

“Hell yeah, I do. What do you take me for an uncultured swine?”

“So, like, the layout of the room was sorta styled like that.” Cisco looked slightly mind blown because Star Wars obviously. You located your leather jacket and put it on to have some layer against the cool wind of the AC. “How’s everything coming with the modifications?”

Cisco and Caitlin look at each other before Frost took over for a bit, “I think this is the part where we tell you that they’ve sorta hit a roadblock.”

“Perfect,” you deadpanned, with a slight pain reverberating at the back of your head. I need some coffee, you thought before collecting your things and giving Nash one last glance.

***

I jinxed myself when I told Cisco that I could handle this. Handle them and their stupidity. A frown plastered itself onto Nash’s face, his head throbbing at the legit argument going on at the back of his head. What about? Who the hell knows or cares? Rubbing his face then his temples when the headache started to radiate to the front, the dark-haired explorer let out another annoyed groan as a doppelganger started yelling to contribute to the argument. I have never been more annoyed at the sound of my voice. Nash’s been trying to mentally block them so he himself can think things out, but collectively it hasn’t been succeeding. His heavy footsteps carried him to the Med Bay, thankful that no one was here at this ungodly hour to see him like this. I need an icepack and multiple pills of aspirin. Nash snorted when a mental image of you scolding him for the number of pills he might take to ease the pain was conjured in his mind. You entertained him, is what he told himself, just like the rest of them.

As he entered the Med Bay, the door creaked and the dim lights from the labs allowed him to see a faint silhouette on the bed. Nash raised an eyebrow as he crept slowly towards the bed, gauntlet at the ready.

“Well, speak of the devil,” he whispered to no one in a low voice, forgetting about the throbbing and disgruntled voices in his head. Nash disengaged his gauntlet. On the bed, you were curled up with a thin blanket, clearly still cold, but sound asleep at this hour. Curled up like a kitten and cuddled up to a pillow. Nash’s blue eyes wandered to what’s beside you, seeing multiple papers messily put together and various binders littering the bed. Due to the dimness, he couldn’t really make out any of the writings on the paper at this angle, but the Wells doppelganger can only assume that they’re medical files for Barry and the others.

Nash’s blue gaze snapped back to you when you emitted a small noise as you shuddered. He didn’t know why, but he made a beeline for the cabinets and closets, finding another thin blanket hidden in them. At least two are better than one. He pulled the thin cloth over you, ensuring that you would be a little warmer than before. Nash’s gaze softened slightly at your tired expression that you carried even while asleep. Shutting his eyes for a bit only to reopen them, Nash curled his hand into a fist then uncurled it. He let out an inaudible sigh, his right hand reaching out to gingerly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear-

“-Don’t you dare touch her.”

Nash felt as if he was shocked on the spot, retracting his hand rapidly as he turned around, coming face to face with the source of the voice. Harry stood with his hands in his pants pockets, a glare present on his face as he watched his doppelganger with angry eyes. Clearly unamused that Nash was getting close to you. Harry’s words, precise and cold, had cut through the air like a sharpened knife, but you couldn’t hear him.

Nash swallowed, sending Harry a smile of mockery. “Don’t worry, I’m not trying to steal her away from you. Unless-” Nash spoke with a raspy voice.

“-You can’t even if you tried,” Harry retorted without hesitation. Nash rolled his eyes taking a few steps closer to his doppelganger. Both men exuded confidence and intimidation towards one another. “Watch yourself, Nash. I have her heart, just as she has mine.”

“You can keep the little lady, for all I care. She’s just good company, you would know that all too well, wouldn’t you Harry? And what do you know, she still owes me a favor. A favor in exchange for my help. I could have easily said no and kept the both of you separated because why would I care if her little heart remains broken and she loses sleep every night over it?” Nash bit down on the inside of his cheek, ignoring that mental image.

Harry glowered at Nash’s cocky words. “When I get back, I’m going to make you regret those words.”

“Look, I’m not interested in her, Harry. Get over yourself and keep her, she’s not that special anyway.” The tension and malice were intoxicating, hanging heavy in the room.

“Are you kidding me? I’m literally in your mi-”

“-Zhe petit fluer ‘as been overworking ‘erself again.” Nash jumped slightly at the new voice, letting out a frustrated breath before turning his gaze towards the French-accented voice. “And you two are ‘ere arguing over ‘er like ‘igh school boys.” Sherloque stood on the other side of the bed as he examined the papers from his height. He was clearly annoyed at both Nash and Harry, narrowing his eyes with an icy look on his face. “Merde, if you want to ‘ash it out, at least ‘ave zhe decency to do it outside,” Sherloque pointedly spoke, crossing his arms.

Harry and Nash briefly looked at each other before moving their gazes back to Sherloque only to find an empty space beside you. Sherloque had retreated back into Nash’s mind in order to sort things out with Wolfgang and the others. J'ai parlé de mes deux cents à ces deux-là. Sherloque took off his fedora and weaved a hand through his dark locks, glancing at the Nexus of Nash’s mind. “Et ce n'est pas bon de se mentir à toi-même, Nash,” the Frenchmen whispered with a knowing glint in his eyes, a stoic smile on his face.

You scrunched your nose and shuffled into a different position on the bed, almost knocking off a binder stack. Harry ignored Nash’s existence, taking a seat on the chair beside your sleeping form and noticing something that anyone else would have missed if they had not been together with you. Nash watched his Earth-2 doppelganger, seeing a certain look cross through Harry’s eyes. Harry slowly reached a hand out only to drop it knowing that he wouldn’t be able to touch you in this state. His hand formed into a tight fist as he dropped it by his side. Harry heavily sighed, shutting his eyes and running a hand through his hair. Nash raked his teeth over his bottom lip, feeling a tiny shred of guilt at Harry’s inability to be here with you. Reopening his azure irises, Harry’s heart stung, and it reverberated throughout his entire being. Oh, how he yearned to hold you again. To be able to wrap his arms around you and pull you close for warmth.

“She’s still cold,” Harry commented his observation, a slightly sullen expression creeping on his face. He readjusted his glasses. Nash raised an eyebrow at Harry’s words. “Just remember what I said. She’s not a prize. After everything you’ve done, she’d never willingly choose you in any lifetime.”

Nash blinked and Harry was gone, the explorer immediately regained composure of himself and his surroundings. Nash felt the tension leave his body, stretching a bit to relieve his muscles. I swear if I roll my eyes hard enough, they’ll fall out of their sockets. With a sigh, Nash gave you one last look before reluctantly shedding off his jacket and pulling it over you. The dark-haired man left the room without sparing you another glance.

What is even considered a prize anymore?

***

It’s been a couple weeks since you had entered Nash’s mind and spoken to the Wells men. Since then they had collectively collaborated with Barry, Cisco, and Chester via Nash to make necessary modifications and electro-/neuro-magnetic adjustments. “I present to you attempt #29,” Cisco announces, sliding out from behind the machinery, with a tool in hand, “which coincidently is the same number of one of my favorite Pokémon from the original 151 of the benevolent Kanto region.”

“Female Nidoran?” You and Barry both questioned the looked at each other. Nidoran is a pretty decent Pokémon, not gonna lie. Poison capabilities that are deadly with a combination of ground-type moves can really have opponents running for the hills without the proper Pokémon to counter its abilities and possible move-sets.

“What? She’s literally a freaking queen in battle and her move-set has been improving tremendously with every generation.”

“To be honest, Cisco, you always struck me for a Poliwag kind of guy when I first met you,” you quipped up. “But I got to say (Insert Favorite Pokémon Type)-types are more my style.

“Nerds,” Nash snickered to himself lowly. You whipped your head back to him, not clearly hearing his exact murmured words, but hearing his voice. The others didn’t hear anything. Nash dropped his gaze away avoiding your look, but not before narrowing his eyes at you. You just continued on with a questioning look, this time your thoughts circulating on if you’d done anything to offend this Wells doppelganger.

He’s been avoiding you since you had entered his mind, which at first you respected because having someone else enter your mind and intrude is weird enough, so you gave him his space. But then it started to turn into him throwing annoyed looks at you when you spoke, gradually and fully ignoring your existence in the Labs as the days went by. Even to the point of not seeking you for medical attention like he normally did when he injured himself in some way. Instead, Nash went to see Caitlin.

At first you thought nothing of it, Nash probably had his reasons for not wanting to speak to you and you had done nothing wrong in reality that you could recall. But then your anxiety continued to climb as one day passed after another. I’m not a bad physician, am I? I mean, I hope I not. I’ve been doing my best to suture and isolate every variable in order to make correct diagnostics. Nash even ignored you when you asked him if he wanted any coffee when you went on coffee runs. Was it the coffee pun I made? Everyone laughed at it.

“How are the modifications to the dimensional extrapolator coming along?” You asked turning your gaze back to the boys. You sort of regretted asking because you know that they’re going to start talking all quantum physics and math at you.

“Well, after analyzing the multiverse extrapolator and running diagnostics it’s… actually not fit to be modified,” Chester explained, holding up the piece of tech.

“Is that the bad news?” You raised an eyebrow at them, glancing back at Nash for any input, but were greeted with silence.

“I mean, this little baby over here may not be as functional as before, but it does still hold a variety of multiversal coordinates. In which we could cross reference those numbers with any pocket dimension coordinates that we happen to stumble across. Which I’ve got to say is so friggen cool! My world just keeps exploding, first there were multiple universes and doppelgangers, then black holes- but I created that on accident- my bad, by the way-” Chester continued in a quick ramble with a huge and excited grin on his face. If you didn’t know better, he seemed as eccentric as the energizer bunny, you just nodded along politely. “-And now we’ve got pocket dimensions! We really are breaking all the rules of physics-”

“-Chester, grab me the-”

Barry leaned in close, cutting off your focus from Chester’s hyper rant and Cisco’s shout, “We basically need to develop a new extrapolator.”

“That makes much more sense, but I was following Chester’s rant, thank-you-very-much. Sort of. ” you nodded sheepishly at your friend before sending him a teasing smile. Barry held his hands up in defeat. Barry let out a laugh. “How’s Iris?”

The speedster nodded, directing his gaze to the side so you two can side bar. “She’s doing ok, keeping an eye on Eva while running the Citizen. The headaches have receded, but she’s a bit disoriented at times. I’ve had Cisco and Chester install different meta security measures in case Black Hole decides to make a guest appearance.”

“But is she ok? Mentally?”

“She’s… jumpy at times. Iris told me she trusted Eva when she entered Joseph’s hidden lab. That Eva was the reason that she doubted herself in seeing the truth and her instinct that Iris’s always trusted. She told Kamilla the same thing. We’re trying to work through it.”

You patted Barry’s back, “Just let me know if I can do anything to help. If it means anything, Harry taught me how to use his pulse rifle for a worst-case scenario.” You grinned up at him, secretly always wanted to have a reason to put your sessions with Harry to the test.

Barry chuckled and shook his head, knowing that Harry would kill him if he had allowed you to be put in harm’s way. “I think we’ll be good, but thanks for the tip.” You pouted at your best friend before a small laugh leaves your lips.

Nash took a glimpse of you over his shoulder as you giggled at your best friend. He thanked the stars that he was able to reuse the tech from an older MAD produced by Harry and synthesized it to become a mental block between him and the other Wells so that they wouldn’t interfere with his thoughts or pop up randomly. Nash called it Psyche Block. All he had to was to make sure it was on whenever he was in the labs. She hasn’t been sleeping well. He could oddly tell with one look. That small moment of weakness allowed the sharpened tool in his hand to slip his grip and pierce the skin through his entire palm. The dark-haired Wells let out a sudden gasp, blood oozed out profusely. A few droplets had fallen onto the hard drive of the Neural Splicer, short-circuiting it. Your ears caught the noise somehow, frowning your eyes caught Nash leaving with quick steps.

“I-I gotta go…” you whipped your head back to Barry, who had watched the glances that you had thrown at the Wells doppelganger since you entered the room. You pointed to the Speed Lab’s exit, “Do this… this thing.” Barry nodded with a teasing grin at your awkward attempt to excuse yourself, gesturing towards to door.

You were already leaving as you spoke to the speedster. Entering the corridor with swift feet you slightly managed to catch up to Nash. Damn him and his long legs.

“Nash!”

Nash’s blood ran cold at the sound of your voice. He willed himself to not look back, instead to carry on his way to the Med Bay. You saw that he clearly ignored you, which caused an ache to echo throughout your body. With every fiber of your being, you sprinted forward as fast as you could to come to a stop right in front of him causing the geological myth-buster to stop as well, midway to the medical room with an irritated façade on his features. Nash remained silent as you caught your breath, he held a cautious hand out to put up distance between you both, to not have you come any closer.

You opened your mouth to question him instantly at his gesture, but your eyes quickly caught sight of his bloodied hand. Sharp instincts assessing that the wound had been the cause of his escape from the Speed Lab. “You’re hurt.” You ignored his eye roll, taking a step forward and snatching his hand gingerly to examine it. He hadn’t realized that he stopped you with his bloodied hand. The droplets of red had splattered onto the concrete floor, creating a puddled mess of crimson. “Nash this needs stitches. Immediately.” Looking up at him, Nash exhaled roughly side-glancing away in frustration before meeting you with cold eyes. But you did not yield under the coldness. “I can suture this. All we nee-”

“-I don’t need your help,” was his rapid and frosty response. He blinked at you, holding his ground.

“Then who’s help are you going to need, huh!? Caitlin? Last time I checked she was at her mother’s facility because of the bullet-light-energy shot that Black Hole gave her,” You frowned deeply at him with fiery eyes, you had never combusted like this in a really long time. “Can you suture this by yourself?” You asked rhetorically. “This cut is too deep to just put a band aid on it and call it a day.” Nash opened his mouth to retaliate, but you cut him off in a softer voice. “I know that you hate me,” Nash narrowed his eyes at those words, “but let me help you.”

Nash pursed his lips, looking into your pleading eyes and inwardly cursed himself. With a sigh, the older man followed you to the Med Bay, where you proceeded to stitch him up and fully sterilize the wound from the blood and bacteria/bacteriophages that could enter the cut.

“You’re only looking after me because of Harry.” You heart stopped at the sudden words, slicing the air of the room. “What? Nash, that’s not true.”

Nash let out a mirthless laugh. “Isn’t it?”

“It’s not, I can’t believe you would even think that.” You berated him with a serious look, but he just waved you off. You pursed your lips at the silence. “Why do you hate me?” You looked up as you finished your work, eyes meeting his light blue colored ones that you had stared into before. Nash licked his lips, eyes darting to anything else, avoiding the kicked puppy look on your face.

“I don’t hate you.”

“Was it the coffee pun?”

“No”

“The Pokémon nerd talk?”

“Unfortunately, no”

“Then, what is it?”

“It’s- I…” He started, taking a breath in. “Quae dicunt, facite vobis cor eius. Quod pertinet ad eum. Nusquam potuerunt alium, qui non pertinent ad quis enim concupíscit.” The dark-haired man raked an uninjured hand through his hair as he fisted his wounded one, feeling its stitching.

“What?” You raised an eyebrow in confusion. Nash stubbornly shook his head, not wanting to repeat his words.

“Nash, I don’t understand what foreign, dead language you just spoke, but you’re my friend. I’m always going to care for my friends, even and especially when I’m involved with Harry. They’ll always be in my heart, no matter what. And that includes you too, you stubborn idiot.” You grinned at him with sincere intention, placing a hand gently on his clenched fist. A reluctant smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. “Now, you need to let that heal. So, no tech tinkering or spontaneous adventures in the middle of the day until the stitches come off, doctor’s orders.” You winked, smiling widely at him. You moved to leave the room, throwing one last look back at him.

Don’t- Don’t fucking do that, Nash bittersweetly thought to himself as he rubbed his face when you left the room. Don’t give me that… that smile, saying things like that. He sighed for the nth time that day, unfurling his hand to observe your handiwork.

***

You entered Nash’s mindscape once more, searching for Harry to spend some time with him. Nash had opted to stay behind until you were ready to leave his mind, particularly moody about not wanting to see his doppelgangers because he sees enough of them. He had upgraded the MAD 2.0 so that Cecile’s presence and powers wouldn’t be required for today. Nash, the Wells, and the Team Flash boys have been working closely the past couple of days to ensure that the Psyche Segregator (that’s the current name for all the machines interwoven together) would be fully functional. The extrapolator was essentially finished, it just needed the proper orientation for dimensional coordinates that the Wells doppelgangers would need to report.

You walked down the rocky caves of Nash’s mind before hitting a modern looking corridor that similarly belonged to a level in STAR Labs. With a questioning look, your feet continued on as you decided the top floor would be the place that Harry should reside in with Sherloque and Wolfgang. Entering the vacant elevator and ascended each level, you soon found yourself in front of what looks to be Harry’s office from Earth-2.I guess you can change the layout of things if you’re the Mindscape’s master. You pushed the door open, the lights automatically illuminating the room before scanning the area to find it vacant. Your shoulders sagged a bit. Where is he? I thought Nash told Harry that I was coming. Glancing around a bit, you took a seat at the main desk, finding Harry’s glasses. You made the mistake of putting them on as Harry entered the room with a coffee mug in hand. Harry froze at the door as your gaze instantly locked onto his, glasses still on his face. You blinked at one another. It didn’t take long from a wicked grin to cross his handsomely rugged features at the sight of you.

“Don’t you know you shouldn’t take what’s not yours?” Harry shut the door and came around the desk. So he decided not to show up this time. Harry quickly dismissed the thought from his mind, shifting his focus more to you. He noted your exhaustion and would berate you regarding it later.

“Who said they couldn’t be mine?” You teased back as you stood up, slipping the black frames off you and folding them to clip the glasses onto the collar of your top. Harry let out a deep chuckle, a giggle leaving your own. Your boyfriend set down his cup of java on the upper corner of the desk and dipped down to kiss you. He nipped at your lips when you responded to his sweet kiss before pulling away. Harry enjoyed the slight flush on your cheeks, a reaction only he could elicit with his existence. “What was that for?”

“What? I can’t give my lady a kiss?”

This smooth fucker. The heat in your heart intensified at his words and adoring gaze. You were going to unclip his glasses and hand them to him, but his hand stopped you. To anyone observing the scene, they can literally see heart eyes happening between the two of you. “Your lady may want more than just a simple kiss,” You giggled, your voice lowly enticing before pulling him back in, cupping his face with steady hands as your lips collided. Harry let out a laugh against your mouth, bracing his arms around your waist only to maneuver you to sit atop the cool desk.

Gasping at the sudden movement, Harry pushed his tongue into your mouth. You allowed him to slot himself between your legs, pulling him closer and running feather-light touches through his untamed hair. He groaned against you at your touch. God, you missed this closeness! Every time his lips met yours in fervor his grip on your hips would tighten slightly, sending a small shiver to run down your spine. How is it that this all feels so real?

His name escaped your swollen lips when Harry decided to head south, nipping at the nape of your neck before sucking on your sweet spots. How could he forget where you’re most vulnerable to his touch? Your hands gripped onto his shirt. A small noise left your lips, tilting your head more to the side to give the Harry more access to continue his conquest. The room felt hot, your body on fire at every one of Harry’s kisses as he marked your skin. You breathed his name again and Harry could not think straight. One of his strong hands left your side and cradled your face as his lips re-connected with yours once more in a searing kiss. His thumb gently stroked your cheek. How can the way you simply utter his name allow Harrison Wells to abandon all self-control?

Sherloque strode into the room with his cup of tea only to almost drop it at the scandalous scene in front of him. “Mon Dieu! Ayez de la décence!” You and Harry had ripping apart from each other at the sudden outburst, both of your heads snapping towards him. Harry sent a glare at Sherloque, who responded with an annoyed eyeroll at the couple. “At least lock zhe door if you’re going to get all ‘andsy wizh each ozher,” the detective grumbled before leaving the room and shutting the door. Your cheeks were on fire at this point, opting to look at your folded hands that rest on your lap. But Harry did not look ashamed in the slightest, instead a smirk on his face at your sudden bashfulness. You soon snapped out of your embarrassment when a thought had crossed your mind.

“Harry?”

“Hm?”

“Did you say anything to Nash?”

“No,” he lied, glancing up towards the ceiling.

“Uh huh,” you looked at him dubiously with narrowed eyes, “you know that I can tell when you’re lying, right?” You spoke with crossed arms.

“…” Harry’s eyes met yours and you raised a questioning eyebrow at him for an answer. He briefly shut his eyes before reopening them, “I may have… warned him not to come near you and such.”

“Warned or seriously threatened to utterly destroy?”

“… maybe a bit of both…”

“Harry!”

“What?! Do you not see the way he looks at you?”

“The way he what!? Harry, he’s my friend. Just like Sherloque and HR.” You sighed as he pouted sheepishly at you. “Honestly, you know I only have eyes for you.”

“I know, it’s just…” Harry trailed off.

“It’s just?”

“I’m not here. Physically here, to be by your side. To go home with you at the end of the day. Especially at the labs when other versions of myself show up out of nowhere and seem to try to get all chummy with you.”

You blinked at Harry a few times. “Are you… jealous?” Harry didn’t respond, grumpily frowning at your words as he attempted to avoid your gaze. He didn’t like that word. “You are, aren’t you?” The butterflies in your stomach fluttered as you teased him, knowing that his silence was proof enough. Harry sighed, pulling you in a close hug and you felt his head nod in dejection. Harry didn’t want to admit it out loud, that’s just how he is. You rubbed his back, “You know it’s ok to be jealous, right?” Harry let out a sarcastic exhale, resting his chin on your shoulder. You kissed the side of his head, “How do you think I felt every time a young bachelorette sauntered her way towards you at all those galas that we attended? All those thirst cubes you kept receiving? I swear Jesse had to hold me back before I was about to throw some hands, verbally and politely, but effectively scathing.”

Harry snickered at how you’ve dubbed the cubes he’s received from various women ‘thirst cubes’. “Every night, you were the only thing that I would see.” You gave him a tight squeeze before pulling away to give him a soft kiss.

“And you’re the only Wells that my heart wants to be with.” You smiled up at him before it suddenly dropped.

“What?” Fear grappled Harry’s heart. “What is it?”

You swallowed your own fear that had climbed into your throat. “It’s just… this is the last time that I’ll see you before… we have the systems go online to-” You trailed off as you directed your gaze to the ground, gesturing to your theory going into action as you did so. Harry pursed his lips, tilting your head up to look at him. Your eyes glistened in the calm lighting of the office, your voice cracking, “I’m not going to be there when you wake up, Harry.” The realization struck him as well, his eyes glancing down for a split second before meeting yours again.

“I’ll still find you. I’ll still come for you on Earth-Prime.”

There was a sudden knock at the door that snapped yours and Harry’s attention towards it, followed by a clearing of the throat and a thick German accent. “If you bozh are done in zhere, I’d like for eine kleine assembly to ‘appen.”

***

Diese beiden schwöre ich. “I don’t… even vant to know vhat you two vere doing.” Wolfgang deadpanned, holding blueprints in one hand and adjusting his glasses. Sherloque stood beside him with a new cup of tea in hand, this time without a fedora.

“We would never-”

“-We were having fun.”

You stumbled over your own words while Harry had owned up to his. You failed to realize the light hickies still on your neck until Wolfgang narrowed his eyes at you and Sherloque rolled his eyes as he watched the exchange. Harry knew they were there; he just didn’t point out that they were visible arm’s length away. Damn it, Harry! Your cheeks heated up and now you’re wondering if your real body now has hickies on them because there’s about to be some words thrown your way by two or three particular members of Team Flash.

“Ah ah ah ah, nein. None of zhat,” the German waved you two off with his hand, “just keep your ‘ormones at a decent level until ve get our bodies back. Zhen you two idiotenliebhaber can do whatever it is you two do when not in a crisis.” You dipped your head down shyly, but that didn’t stop your boyfriend from nudging your side and giving you a smug-ass grin. You glowered at him as he wiggled his eyebrows at you before Wolfgang caught your attention again. “Anyvay, ve need to discuss somezhing else vizh you. Sherloque und I vill also be coming to Earzh-Eins.”

“Why?”

“In case,” Harry started, “I don’t make it in time to recalibrate the Multiversal Communications Projector before all the others. Earth-Prime will essentially give the green light to the others in the multiverse to send in their coordinates.”

“We’ve already figured out Earzh-Prime’s dimensionale coordinates,” Sherloque added in. “Une sécurité intégrée vaut mieux que rien.”

You nodded at their words. I mean it makes sense, but… Wolfgang took out a couple sheets of paper that had been rolled up and hidden in the rolled-up blueprint file, handing it to you. “What’s this?”

“Ein liste of names of all the present Vells who’s neurological vavelengths are entangled vith Nash’s,” Wolfgang stated nonchalantly. “It seems zhat some Earzh are either permanently vacant or do not ‘ave ein Vells.”

“Like Kara’s Earth, old Earth I guess,” You responded, holding the sheets. “She’s Supergirl, used to live on Earth-38. Barry had accidentally multiverse jumped to Earth-38, thanks to Harry. He said that no one from Team Flash’s doppelgangers were on Earth-38, unlike Earth-2 and Earth-19.” Earth-19 Your eyes scanned the list; Wolfgang had done you a great favor in numbering it in Earth order. Could he..? The thought was soon shut out as you looked through the list.

Harry watched as your shoulders sagged, knowing who you were looking for. He pocketed his hands as a fake smile plastered itself onto your face.

***

The day had finally come. It’s time for the boys to come back home. Everyone had gathered in the Speed Lab. The machinery interconnected to one another as if interwoven into one mechanical creature. Your heart pounded in your chest and those dubious thoughts returned, but you willed them back. You needed to believe that this can work. Chester and Cisco were calibrating the tablets and satellites, running newer and improved diagnostics for this moment.

“That favor, that you owe me,” Nash’s voice caught your attention, snapping you out of your trance. You looked up at him with a quizzical look.

“Yeah?”

“I’m cashing it in,” Nash’s voice rasped as he took your hand. You humored the geological explorer. “Protect Allegra,” he whispered, his eyes glancing in her direction as her was turned because she was added the finishing touches with Cisco. The simple wish had surprised you, yet at the same time it didn’t in the slightest. “Please.” He sounded like a dying man marching to his death. And in a way he was if this doesn’t work.

“Always,” you nodded at him. Leaning up, you kissed his forehead softly before placing the Psyche Segregator on his head. “Thank you.” Nash remained silent and only closed his eyes as he sat back down. Releasing a breath, he reopening those piercing blue eyes filled with determination, but you can see that behind it there was a form of fear. He nodded. You nodded back at him, taking a step backwards before looking at the others. It’s time. Cisco handed you the tablet that held the ignition keys. You took in a breath, the weight of the tablet seemingly heavier than ever before. A multiverse of lives held within the tips of your fingers, only fate will decide if they live or die.

Your eyes met Nash’s one last time. Doubt choked your heart, but there was no going back. “Here we go,” you spoke each word slowly before pressing the button to ignite the Psyche Segregator.

Translations (Via Google Translate):

French

J'ai parlé de mes deux cents à ces deux-là - I've spoken my two cents to those two

Et ce n'est pas bon de se mentir à toi-même, Nash - And it's not good to lie to yourself, Nash.

Mon Dieu! Ayez de la décence! - My god! Have some decency!

Une sécurité intégrée vaut mieux que rien - A failsafe is better than nothing

Latin

Quae dicunt, facite vobis cor eius - Your heart is its own treasure

Quod pertinet ad eum - It belongs to him

Nusquam potuerunt alium, qui non pertinent ad quis enim concupíscit. - It could never belong to anyone else who yearns for you.

German

Idiotenliebhaber - idiot lovers

Diese beiden schwöre ich - These two, I swear

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Daegu Quarantine

Jungkook x reader

Gang/ zombie apocalypse au

Warnings:

Gore, violence, blood, gun shot wounds, zombies, mention of drugs and drug dealing, weapons discharge in self defense, main character death, zombies, course language, zombies, drinking, did I mention zombies?

Summary:

They were the top of their game, known throughout the city as the smartest and most dangerous crew to ever hit the Daegu streets. But what’s going to happen when this group of young men encounter something right out of a horror film?

Word count: 2172

A/n: Omgg I am soooo sorry!! I forgot to add a read more T.T I fixed it I promise!!!

Part 13===Part 14===Part 15

Jungkook was blind fury and rage, seeking those that'd dare harm what was his. He stalked through the halls, all caution thrown to the wayside as he mowed down body after body heading his way. It wasn’t the infected he was looking for though.

“SEO EUN KWANG!!!” Jungkook’s voice rang through the hotel lobby, echoing in the empty expanse as he stopped in the center of the empty space to stare around.

“You know Boss…” A condescending voice drew his attention to the check in desk, “I never really wanted things to go down like this…”

Jungkook drew his gun to center mass, face a mask of emotionless disinterest at the man’s words. “Minhyuk and Sungjae are dead.” He growled the words out, vision tinted red at the corners as he watched Eun Kwang sigh and shake his head.

“I told them to take the night off. They weren’t even supposed to be at the warehouse. But you know how it is. Balancing out a mutiny with an apocalypse is just never going to go in anyone’s favor.”

“A fucking mutiny? What the hell is this, Pirates of the fucking Caribbean? You betrayed me Eun Kwang. After everything you fucking sell out piece of low end garbage. Not only that, you got HER shot.”

The older man shook his head once more with a laugh, leaning forward to place his elbows on the checkout desk’s high wall and tap at his temple with his gun. “Little dongsaeng, it was always in the cards for this to happen. You were just too blind to see that one little boy from Busan could never handle running the entirety of Daegu. You dreamed big, yeah. But kid, this city was just too big for you.”

“What the fuck are you even talking about?” Jungkook stalked forward, arms never wavering as he sighted the gun right for the center of Eun Kwang’s forehead. “I never wanted to run this whole town. You fuckers put that on me. I just wanted to make enough to get by. Make sure my girl had everything she needed. None of that included taking over a damn thing!”

“Easy there little cowboy. Another step closer and my boys are gonna have to protect me and the last thing I wanna do is end up killing you.” Eun Kwang smirked as Jungkook halted in place, eyes darting around to spot three men stepping from the shadows, each with their guns aimed at him and almost manic grins gracing their faces.

***

Pain.

Everything was pain and screaming.

“You’ve got to get her to wake up!”

I couldn’t help but to groan, hands reaching out to grab the nearest person as I fought against the pressure held against my outer thigh.

“It hurts...make it stop it hurts!” I whimpered, blurry gaze taking in the worried faces of Seokjin and Yoongi who were working to hold me down. Rose’s face appeared above me, panicked as she shushed me and pressed down on my forehead to keep me still.

We were in a room of some sort, no longer in the hotel kitchen so I couldn’t be sure how long I’d been out cold. Cleaning supplies surrounded us but the pain in my chest and leg kept me from being able to take in any more information as Yoongi had renewed the pressure on the molten mass of ouch that was my thigh.

“Can’t...breath…” I whimpered out.

“Release the straps on her vest. The ceramic plates will have shattered, if she’s got any broken ribs it’s gonna get a lot worse for her.” The voice in my ear crackled to life, startling me as I struggled for a moment to register Jimin’s calm tones whispering in my ear.

Seokjin released my uninjured leg, moving to lift my upper body. The pressure on my chest increased, blinding me for a moment as my lungs decided they didn’t want to work. I stared up at the ceiling, mouth open in a silent scream and tears chasing each other down my cheeks as Jin unzipped my jacket and fumbled to release the straps that’d been holding my tactical vest together.

As the straps released air whooshed into my lungs and I let out a sob of relief, though it didn’t last long as a strange shifting in my chest caused more pain to shoot through me.

“F...fuck…” I coughed, turning my head in Rose’s lap and shutting my eyes as a wave of dizziness rolled over me.

“Alright, once she’s breathing better shift those plates around and strap her back in.” Jimin’s voice came again and I turned my head towards Jin, eyes wide as I shook my head desperately to stop him. But it didn’t matter, and deep down I knew it as Jin pulled the straps tight and snapped them back into place. The pressure was a bit better, but damn did it hurt.

“Yoongi, have you got your silencer barrel on you?”

Yoongi grunted in reply, turning with one hand still holding pressure on my leg as he unscrewed the barrel from his sniper rifle.

“I’d tell you to fire off a round or two but...not now…”

“I know what you’re gonna say…” Yoongi shifted upwards on his knees, placing the silencer on my chest for a moment and digging into his pocket. His hand reappeared and I watched on in a confused haze of pain and worry.

He nodded to Jin who groaned to himself as he picked up the silencer and held it delicately out to Yoongi. The silent assassin reached out, flicking a lighter and producing a flame that licked at the cold steel of the barrel.

My eyes widened in panic and I began to struggle, knowing deep down exactly what they were about to do.

“Keep her still.” Yoongi growled and Rose rushed to comply.

She grabbed my flailing arms, pinning them down to my sides as she shifted forward to keep a better hold on me.

Me struggling didn’t matter.

The pain no longer mattered.

The...the smell of my own flesh searing didn’t matter.

Only the bliss of one final scream chased closely by unconsciousness.

***

“Oh god…” Rose retched, losing her grip on the limp woman as Yoongi continued his grim work.

It really took no more than a moment to cauterize the bullet wound. It stretched less than 3 inches along the expanse of her outer thigh, but the blood loss alone would have caused quite an issue later on, not to mention the risk of infection. Yoongi treated the wound as best he could, wrapping it in the remains of the shirt Jungkook had tossed them before they’d locked themselves inside the supply closet of the hotel.

Seokjin sniffed, covering his nose with the back of his wrist as he stared forlorn down at the cold sweat that glistened from the unconscious form of one of his favorite people. He shook his head, grinding his teeth before tapping the inner earpiece to signal to Jimin they’d finished the work.

The haggard doctor sighed through the communication device. “She should be safe to move. Just try not to jostle her ribs too much. I take it what Yoongi did made her pass out?”

Rose whimpered, fingernails digging painful crescents into the palms of her hands as she struggled to regain control of the tears flowing down her cheeks. True, she’d been desperate for rescue the moment the news started rambling about people eating each other but...this? This wasn’t what she’d hoped for. She’d never wanted any of them getting hurt.

“I’ll hand things over to Tae, I’ve got to go get the infirmary prepped for when you guys get here. Try not to get hurt in the meantime…”

Yoongi grunted, eyes focused in on the hasty bandages as if waiting for them to bleed through. Taehyung’s voice returned, strained as if he’d been crying though none of them commented on his tone of voice.

“Alright, I’ve got visuals on Boss and Hoseok. The alley looks clear from this angle, along with the side streets that’ll lead you guys back in this direction.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “Boss, I know you want to go after them...but we’ve got to get her back home. Yoongi hyung and Jin hyung could manage it solo but not without risking getting hurt or worse..infected…”

There was a brief moment of silence before Hoseok’s voice crackled over the line. “We’re headed back. Get ready to move out.”

Yoongi nodded to the two figures either side of him, tucking the silencer barrel into a side pocket on his black cargo pants before handing the rifle itself over to Seokjin.

The trio were silent aside from the occasional sniffle from Rose but eventually they managed to pack as much as they could away, checking to ensure their weapons were all reloaded in the process.

Yoongi worked gingerly, lifting y/n’s limp form into his arms bridal style and turning to nod to Jin. A single tap to the earpiece and the others were alerted that they were ready to move out and head home.

***

“Hobi hush. I’ve already told you none of the wounds are life threatening. If you wake the Boss I swear to all the high heavens that I’m blaming it on you and running.”

The whispering voices woke me, a welcome balm to the chaos that had been my nightmares.

Before opening my eyes and alerting them to my consciousness I took a moment to take stock of what I was feeling. The throbbing in my leg had gone away, probably due to whatever medication Jimin had managed to get in me. The weight alone let me know that it’d been treated and wrapped, though the weight in my chest hadn’t eased much.

I groaned, shifting a bit in an attempt to get a bigger breath of air. This got the attention of the two whispering voices which quickly stopped talking followed by the distinctive sound of shuffling bodies. After a moment a small hand slipped around mine, lifting it slightly as Jimin’s voice followed.

“Hey Boss Lady, you waking up?”

I peeled my eyelids open, one at a time before blinking to clear the blur and focusing on the two concerned faces hovering over me.

“Mmm...think I’m awake, though somehow I feel like I should be far more grateful for that stockpile of pain meds you like to keep around.”

Jimin gave me a shaky grin and a sniffle from beside him caught my attention. Lifting my head slightly I caught the sight of a forlorn Hoseok, eyes puffy and the normally sunshine glow of his grin nowhere to be seen. I let go of Jimin’s hand, fingers wiggling to catch Hobi’s attention.

“Hey, I’m here. I’m okay I promise.”

The poor boy whimpered, lower lip sticking out as he grabbed my hand in both of his. Closing his eyes he leaned forward, forehead pressed to my fingers as he sniffled his way out of the tears.

“Don’t...don’t do that to me again Boss Lady. I don’t like it when you get hurt….”

I shook my head, giving a short laugh that only served to leave my head swimming as whatever was going wrong with my ribs shifted. “Ho...boy…” Releasing Hobi’s hand I arched my back as best I could, inhaling deeply and wincing as something strange popped in my chest.

“Alright now.” Jimin muttered, pushing me back down onto the bed with a frown. “I know it’s hard to breathe, but try not to breathe too deeply. You want those ribs to heal up properly you’re gonna wanna give them a chance to settle back where they belong.”

I nodded, though relaxing back to where I’d been laying was harder than I wanted. I glanced to my other side, realising that the reason I hadn’t been able to move that hand was because a pair of incredibly toned arms was wrapped around it and a shaggy head of hair was currently pinning it to the bed.

I turned to the other two boys, arching an eyebrow at them in questioning.

“He hasn’t left your side since you all got back. Course...he hasn’t said much either.” Jimin sighed, rubbing his temples to release some of his pent up stress and then carding a hand through his hair.

“Mmm… how long was I out?”

“Half a day. The Boss only just passed out about an hour ago though…”

I nodded, gaze returning sadly to the softly snoring form beside me. My heart ached for him, even knowing I was the one injured not him. I waved my hand, giving the two boys a soft smile to let them know I’d be alright on my own.

They left, Hobi sniffling the whole way as Jimin softly closed the door behind him. It was better to let Jungkook sleep. Things would run just fine without him for a while.

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