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hiddenbeks · 1 year ago

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ocs as types of suffering + tragic love archetypes

tagged by @hibernationsuit to do a couple quizzes for some ocs, thank u red!!

tagging @narrayya @grimhygge @famewolf @abetterbeginning to do one or both of the quizzes if u want to, no pressure! suffering quiz here, tragic love quiz here <3

did the first quiz for my da girls:

ANDRALE MAHARIEL - yearning

"the pain in your chest bubbles knowing that what you want may never be yours. You're lost in a fantasy world, or consumed by what you wish you were or had as opposed to what you do. it's hard to appreciate what's around you when you're appreciating the hope of what could be instead."

yknow i often consider andrale my most well adjusted oc. she had a relatively stable childhood with friends and loving family. and despite developing a resentment of the world that hates her people as she grows older and desiring a world where things are different she's still mostly satisfied with her life? but this all changes after she becomes a warden. the first months are especially difficult as she's still in denial about her fate and the fact that she's never going back to her old life and indeed yearns for all that she has lost. she eventually learns to live again and enjoy her new life as best she can but she will always carry that sadness and regret and longing with her i think. you may see her happy and content one moment and the next she's staring blankly at nothing, lost in her memories of simpler days.

FRIDA HAWKE - self inadequacy

"you crack under the weight of your own perceived inability. how can you be enough for anyone else when you're just barely enough for yourself? insecurity causes you to have little backbone, and so you fail to reach your full potential when it comes to what you're best at. you sabotage opportunities with fear you'll fail before you've begun. it hurts to never feel like your best is enough, but setting your standards too high or too low ensures it."

i was fully expecting to get 'the giver' as a result for frida but this is accurate too! she never believes she is enough as a daughter or big sister or stand-in parent to the twins or champion or. anything. poor gal believes it's her job to carry the weight of the world and blames herself for not being or doing enough when she inevitably fails. oof

CELYN SURANA - loneliness

"your heart feels full of the connection you feel you lack. no matter how many people are around, strangers or not... someone is missing. you don't know who, what, or if you'll ever find them. you're unsure if there's a person out there who'll really satisfy your life, so really what's the point of continuing to look?"

hmm! celyn was indeed lonely at the circle save for jowan but i have to wonder if it was her own doing. though to be fair i doubt the circle fosters an environment supportive of making friends and forming genuine connections. and obviously the fact that it's partly her own doing doesn't make it any less painful. anyway. celyn put friendships aside in favor of studying and being The Very Best, hoping that advancement in the circle would bring her at least a tiny bit of autonomy and respect. this all leads to a hopeless loop of "i'm lonely and want friends" "don't know how to make friends so i won't even try". she slowly gets better after leaving the circle when andrale and friends coax/force her out of her shell because they need to work togetheeerrr. there's no team-building exercise quite like the blight and the impending end of the world am i right haha

anyway next up some tragic love:

ISABEAU MONET - caníbales; devourer

"love's a knife to skin to you, a vein to woven muscle, blood puddle before you. you listened to all the promises of a stranger's relief and feel the drain of a shower head running it all down again. you committed another murder; kissed and bruised skin with a clench to a quivering wrist and went home in the deafening quiet of a taxi. there's mold covered rage within you. if to take a heart home with you, you'd bite your way through muscle and ribcage first. pleasure comes, but there will be no devouring past it. there is fear in settling down and being seen. there is a glass screen between these bodies and you. relax your tight jaw and feel the real canine fear beneath that scabbed up cavity. the sacrifice of opening up is needed if to be loved as you deeply wish inside. desire doesn't discriminate between hands and spoken word. why should you?"

wowie!! i rarely get serious about isabeau because she's mostly a fun and sexy menace and has convinced even me that that's all there is to her but like. i shouldn't forget that she too is damaged underneath it all 😔 what twenty years of emotional neglect and lack of support from parents does to a gal...

#tag games #oc: andrale #oc: frida #oc: celyn #oc: isabeau #decided to mash these two games together to avoid spamming ppl gfjhjkfg #anyway!! this was inch resting. thanks again for the tag red <3 #this was also so sad wow. love my tormented girlies <3

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silmeria-lafleur · 1 year ago

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What’s Your Role in the Tragic Play?

Misunderstood Villain

Prepare for an onslaught of both the most dehumanizing and hateful takes, and flood of thirst comments. You are chronically misunderstood. Whether or not you're actually evil is debatable. You may be acting out for revenge, to defend someone you love, or even just to protect yourself. You're a pretty jaded person. Yyou don't trust or even really like most people. Maybe you did at one point. But that part of you is gone, and you don't go a single day without grieving it. You think a lot about what your life could have been. You're stuck in the past. You're angry and maybe you don't even want to be, but this is the only way you can see to survive. You're open, but less in a trusting way and more like a wound. You don't like to let people see you, but the hurt spills out of you before you can stop it. You're impulsive, even as you try hard to plan and prepare. Maybe someday your side of the story will finally be heard. Until then, you can convince yourself that being hated is safer anyway.

Now this is interesting. Reika is a very closed person with her emotions, she feels that this makes her vulnerable and she wants to avoid getting too involved with anyone again at all costs. She would rather bear the pain of loneliness than be left again. That is why she builds a wall, of measured words and very polite gestures, almost cold, meticulously structured so that no one can enter her heart and vice versa. She can't and she shouldn't trust anyone, and no one should do the same towars her person. Obviously she adores her friends, she cares for them as part of her family, in her own way, even if it goes against her emotions. As some may have noticed, Reika falls in love with Artoirel. But let's say that she is completely opposed to the idea, at first for the reasons that I already mentioned, but also, because that makes her feel that she is betraying the trust of a friend, since she believes that this man (with or without the intention of doing so), hurt her. And getting involved with this man would be like ignoring that fact. So yes. Reika is often misunderstood, for better or worse.

I'm always impressed by these quizzes, are they reading minds or something? They are so accurate!

I must thank @starrysnowdrop and @irisopranta for tagging me! I loved being able to think about this. I don't know who wants to do this as well so if anyone is interested, I'll leave de link Here.

#ffxiv oc #reika tsukihana #character quiz #whats your role in the tragic play

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dogmomwrites · 2 years ago

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15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Got a couples tags for this one, so thank you, @andromedaexists, @eli-writes-sometimes, and @mariahwritesstuff! I'm gonna pass it on with soft tags to @axl-ul, @zoya-writes, @traveler-of-realms, @littlepatchofhell, @magic-is-something-we-create, @penspiration-writing, @thetruearchmagos, @witherednightmare, @zmwrites, @writingpotato07, @regalserpent, @fearofahumanplanet, @pluttskutt, @smzeszikorova, and @the-finch-address, as well as an open tag in anyone wants to join in! I'm well aware I'm a bit behind on this one lol

Since I had multiple tags, in addition to my own answers I'm gonna answer half of the questions for an oc and the other half for another oc. I'm gonna use the brothers Riley and Jimmy from my unnamed WIP (and it's unnamed sequel! *sob*)

⚠️ really long post, sorry! ⚠️

My answers

Are you named after anyone? Not to my knowledge. My mom was pretty random about names—my oldest sibling wasn’t named after anyone at all whereas my second oldest sibling was named after two different people

When was the last time you cried? I genuinely do not remember but I know it was a really long time ago

Do you have kids? No, thank goodness, because while I’d be a better parent than most parents I see in public, I very very much do not want that. I get worn out by nothing, I really could not handle a whole actual human child

Do you use sarcasm a lot? Yes. I’ve been told I have a dry humor (to which I responded “well, yeah, I grew up in a landlocked state.” He laughed the whole way back to his office lmao)

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Whether they seem happy or not

What’s your eye color? Dark blue, but I have sectoral heterochromia in my right eye! The different color is brown, and there are three sections of it, so it looks like I have a brown star in that eye! My heterochromia and my hair have always been my favorite things about myself lol

Scary movies or happy endings? This is circumstantial for me. I don’t really have a preference betwixt these options on their own. Curse of the Black Pearl scared the shit out of me when I was…however young I was when it first came out, I don’t remember and I don’t wanna math my age, but—it scared me then (that was before I learned I have severe kinemortophobia; I can handle CoBP skeletons now) and now it’s one of my all-time favorite movies. Alternatively, Return of the King technically has a happy ending cuz they succeed at destroying the Ring, and that is also one of my favorite movies of all time. I would need more info about the movie to make my pick, but I do prefer action and comedy, so happy ending? Most labeled scary movies are really dull to me and only rely on jumpscares (which annoy me illimitably). Anyway, I��ll shut up about this question cuz that ended up really long; sorry!

Any special talents? Uhhh rambling, I guess lmao

Where were you born? Arkansas, although I have never actually lived in that state. I am grateful for that

What are your hobbies? Writing. Reading. Games—video, board, card, outdoor. Procrastinating writing 😔

Have you any pets? Yesss! I have always had dogs and sometimes cats, and as of now, I have two buppy and the dumbest kitty I’ve ever had. She will literally run face-first into the wall and doesn’t always catch herself when you slowly lower her to the floor in that sliding motion, like you’re pouring water from your hands. She has landed on her face—multiple times!!—from that because she apparently doesn’t think landing on her paws is important. She's so dumb, it's great

What sports do you play/have played? Softball when I was peewee. Since then, I haven’t been on any actual teams, but I have dabbled with mini golf and yard football (I have a good spiral but I do not have the yeet)

How tall are you? 5’8, close to 5’9 I think?

Favorite subject in school? English cuz I got good grades in it lmao outside of quizzes and tests, I always loved reading about biology and I really enjoyed my psychology classes

Dream job? Writer tbh, with like a side gig at an animal sanctuary or smth

For Riley. He’ll take the odd numbers

Are you named after anyone? When his biological mother was young, she had a dog that she loved more than anything; had it throughout her teen years and even a couple years into her twenties. It was rough on her when the dog passed, but not long after that, she had her firstborn with her husband. She never considered any name other than what her dog had been called—Riley Zeke

(3) Do you have kids? Yes, although that’s a very sensitive topic for him

(5) What’s the first thing you notice about people? Behavior and how they communicate with those around them

(7) Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings. He was a big fan of scary movies when he was a dating teen tho lol

(9) Where were you born? Alabama, although when his biological parents died, he and his brother were moved up north to their paternal grandmother. He had a bit of an accent when he was first moved, but it faded

(11) Have you any pets? No, actually. While Riley has never had a pet of his own, there were many a dog and cat brought into their house during his younger years; however their mother drew the line when a nest on baby squirrels was brought inside

(13) How tall are you? Riley is 6’2, and stopped growing somewhere in his late teens

(15) Dream job? All he knows is soldiering tbh it was his dream ever since he was five years old. He does love being the center of attention though, so something to do with a stage would be pretty good for him

For Jimmy, who gets the even numbers

(2) When was the last time you cried? That’s a tough question. I know of a couple times he’s cried, but he doesn’t cry very often

(4) Do you use sarcasm a lot? Oh yeah, he uses sarcasm a lot

(6) What’s your eye color? Jimmy has dark green eyes. No heterochromia for him tho (RIP)

(8) Any special talents? Quite a few, actually. For starters, he’s not the best musician in the family, but he does know how to play three instruments, he can control lucid dreams, he can roll multiple coins across his knuckles at the same time, he knows a few magic tricks, and he can juggle just about anything—if he has four or fewer items, he doesn’t even need to pay much attention to what he’s doing. Lots of things were broken during his practicing years for that

(10) What are your hobbies? Nonsense, shenanigans, and a little dabbling in tomfoolery

(12) What sports do you play/have played? Jimmy was probably the laziest of his siblings tbh he didn’t care much for sports. Tried most of them out but never committed to them beyond the season. He didn’t even finish the season for soccer. He doesn’t like running

(14) Favorite subject in school? Science. He’s always loved doing the experiments himself, and science is the perfect scapegoat for when something gets set on fire, as it is more than just an excuse, it is a reason!

#15 questions 15 mutuals #tag game #open tag #open to everyone #my oc #original character

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clonesupport · 1 year ago

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quizz and meiker catch up!

holy shit there’s so many

thank you @shegetsburned @kyber-infinitygems @captastra @roofgeese @direwombat so much for tagging me even if i wasn’t active i appreciate them so much!!💖✨ thanks guys TwT🙏✨

these are all gonna be for tanya hehe✨

starting with these two meikers!

Tanya Reya | COD

it’s hard to make anything look military in 60s aesthetic lemme tell you AHAHAHA, ok now all the quizzes!

if you were a deity, what would it be the god of?

storms and the sea

your followers worship you for safe passage through the sea. your title implies a dark and brooding individual but you’re much more playful than the name implies. although you’re quite easy-going, you have no patience for those who disrespect the ocean and their punishment is nothing short of severe. those who do anger you are often never seen again, hidden in the depths of the sea that light can’t touch.

let me tell you your darkest desire

to be saved by someone

the hurt you carry in your heart is a heavy burden to bear. you dream of someone, a figment of light and beauty, to heal your scars. but i promise, you are not as broken as you believe. (let me kiss it better.)

what’s your underlying motif?

the dog

whether it’s the way you bare your teeth when backed in a corner, your loyalty, or your tendency to act on instinct, your reoccurring theme is the dog. like mitski said “i get mean when im nervous, like a bad dog” or how halsey said “i won’t smile but i’ll show you my teeth” even when migos said “dance with my dogs in the night time” the essence of the dog runs through you. you’re tough and a quick draw on the outside, but if we got down to it we’d see you’re acting the only way you’ve ever known how. it doesn’t make you bad, survival is natural, your loyalty and determination is commendable. i don’t blame you for the way you act when your back is against a wall, but please remember to not bite the hand that feeds.

which type of protagonist are you?

universe's accident

you don't think you're special, but you really, really are. and yeah okay, maybe you weren't supposed to be here, but damn, we're glad you are. whatever prank the universe pulled, it was backfired beautifully. you're the type of protagonist whose flaws become their greatest assets. your boughts of bad luck eventually come back around as bonuses to you and what you protect as miraculous coincidences of earned convenience. always remember--there are no accidents.

how is your soul perceived?

the protecting nurturer

you have the heart that belongs to a warrior's mother. you ache for your loved ones and you'll fight to preserve their smiles. you take care of the people around you. you want them to feel safe and warm. you do anything to protect those around you, even if it's from themselves. you have an eye for the details no one else realizes they need. you're the one that makes a house a home. you make sure it's safe because you know what it was like to be afraid of the places that should have been comforting.

good lord that was a lot, anyway thank y’all for tagging me! i’m not gonna tag anyone cuz i’m so late to these i’m sure they’re made their rounds but if you haven’t done it and wanna this is me tagging you!

#tagged #uquizzes #meiker #oc: tanya reya #yo these quizz answers are spot on👁️👄👁️

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manchblack · 7 days ago

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thank you for the tag! :D

1. Favorite character overall?

nas'hrah! i think it's a shame he doesn't get much attention from the fandom for how interesting of a character he is. free my man he did that shit but by GOD he was so funny about it

2. Favorite character to play as?

cahara... life is so hard without lockpicking it's actually upsetting. i'm currently in the middle of an enki run and the most frustrating part so far is not being able to get through doors. sigh.

can i admit something to you guys hand on my heart? i have not played enough termina yet to have a favorite character to play as. i do forever love o'saa from a lore perspective though.

3. Dumbest way you've died so far

probably not the dumbest or silliest way per say but THE FACT THAT I KEEP DYING TO YELLOW MAGES. REPEATEDLY. IN A ROW. MEAN TO ME

4. Did you get an ending?

most of the basic ones! i am so bad at video games so do not ask me about the s endings ever its a miracle i even reached the end of this game at all.

5. Do you play it at all, or do you just enjoy the fandom?

yes! i play the first game all the time! unfortunately i've only dabbled a little with termina so far but i plan on changing that soon.

6. How did you learn of fear and hunger?

i actually think i first saw john wolfe play it! he did not give the game justice at all unfortunately. not that i blame him, he just didn't get at all far enough to see the best of what funger has to offer. it wasn't until later when the worm girl video came out that i started getting back into it!

7. What soul would you have if you were in the game? (Ex. Endless, enlightened etc)

according to the chart i am endless! ironically enough i think i used to get the same result when i took quizzes about it.

8. What scares you about the game?

confession time... fear & hunger doesn't actually scare me that much. funnily enough i find that my favorite horror games tend to be the ones that don't. i just go insane for a good narrative driven, densely packed game that makes you have to take a second and think about what you just saw. other good games ive found have an effect like this are myhouse.wad and mouthwashing. not necessarily scary but extremely thoughtful and complex experiences. (wow! i sound so pretentious!)

9. What about the game brings you comfort?

the narrative.... i am just a dumb little guy who loves to obsess over analysis of text and fear & hunger is just. SO full of fascinating ideas and philosophies i think about it constantly. i feel like something people always fail to mention underneath all the pain and hardship and suffering of the fear & hunger universe there's this underlying message that hey. humanity will survive anyways. yeah all this awful stuff is happening, but all that means is that humanity will learn and grow from it. we continue to exist anyway. and isn't that great?

10. Any fic recommendations?

no because as previously mentioned no one writes about the characters i like 🙄 /nsrs

Fear and hunger ask game!

1. Favorite character overall?

2. Favorite character to play as?

3. Dumbest way you've died so far

4. Did you get an ending?

5. Do you play it at all, or do you just enjoy the fandom?

6. How did you learn of fear and hunger?

7. What soul would you have if you were in the game? (Ex. Endless, enlightened etc)

8. What scares you about the game?

9. What about the game brings you comfort?

10. Any fic recommendations?

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twistedcharismaaa · 2 years ago

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Menace

Summary: A supernatural journey starring Masego (Micah Davis) and Tanerélle (Velvet).

Author’s Note: Hi guyssss! I hope you all are well as always! I’m back with something new! I’m excited and nervous! I sorta kinda played around with the tag list! I wasn’t quite sure who to tag since this is a new vibe! But anyways let me stop rambling! I hope that you guys will enjoy this new story! It was so much fun to write! I love you guyssss so much and please leave a comment for ya girl! You know I live for the commentary!!!!

Thunder crackling throughout the skies, lightning illuminating the earth, levitating clouds now hanging lowly, and the moon was in full bloom. On a night like this, there was no telling what she was going to get into. Her wicked teeth protruded from her mouth, the night pulsated through her veins, and her heartbeat grew more rapidly with each minute. The world was her oyster and she was ready to feast. Within seconds, she was freefalling from the highest building in the city completely reveling in the thrill of it all. Her black leather coat flailing in the wind, the chill of the night pressing against her skin, and the sound of the busy streets gradually becoming louder. She never felt more alive. Using her heightened agility, with an evergrowing grin, she flipped her body closer to the side of the building using her claws to slow her speed as she approached the sidewalk. Now landing feet first, she brushed her hair out of her face, regained her composure, and stood upright. She journeyed deeper into the night, bumping and shoving into unfamiliar faces until she arrived at her destination.

“The half-lit neon-colored sign just didn’t do the club justice,” she thought to herself.

You could feel the club roaring and raging just from standing outside the door. The cadence just pulling you in as if it’s promising you something - the mystery…the adventure.

“Why the fuck not?” she thought.

She pressed her palm against the door and found herself standing in front of brawned gentlemen causally guarding the entrance.

“Password?” he questioned, with furrowed brows.

Amused, she quietly chuckled to herself. Gradually she approached the bodyguard and stood before him boldly. She pulled her right hand out of the pocket of her coat and flexed her pointer finger. She ran her finger along his jawline menacingly. As her finger traveled his jawline, it shifted into something more animalistic.

“Will an exception be made tonight?” she questioned, silently studying his eyes.

He swallowed hard before answering. “Yes ma’am, enjoy,” he breathed.

“Thank you,” she replied, with much satisfaction.

Sashaying herself into the ambiance of it all, her face lit up like a child with excitement. Her eyes silently dancing around the crowded room. It was filled with drunken laughter, lust-driven bodies, blinding strobe lights, and loud music.

“Beautiful,” she breathed.

Roaming deeper into the crowd like a moth to a flame, she followed the sweetest aroma. It penetrated the air deeply. Whoever it was, she had to have them. Her throat was aching with need and her belly was burdened with hunger.

“I’m going to find you,” she whispered.

She voyaged through the sea of bodies with ease, quietly hunting her prey. With each step that she took, the scent grew stronger. She could almost taste it on her tongue.

Ah, there it was. That sweet, rich aroma standing right in front of her. He was sipping on his elevation of choice in the shadowy corners of the club. He was pretty - eye candy if you will. His white teeth were dressed in diamonds, his locks were well maintained, and he was such a beautiful buttery brown.

With slow movements, she approached him with flirtatious eyes. She was luring him in and needless to say, it was working. Now face to face with him, she placed her right hand on her hip as she looked him up and down.

“What you sipping on?” she quizzed.

“Why? You want some?” he chuckled, as his eyes traveled her physique.

“Matter of fact, I do,” she replied, before snatching his drink out of his hand.

“I’d rather be sipping on you,” he responded, as he inched closer to her.

“The irony,” she thought.

“Is that so?” she asked, with a raised brow.

“Yeah, it is,” he replied, fearlessly.

“Hmph,” she hummed as if she was impressed.

She sniffed his drink and then tossed it to the side.

“Aye shawt-” the man yelled.

“Yeah, Yeah. That’s right, I love a screamer. It makes the blood taste better,” she whispered, in his ear as she palmed the back of his neck.

Before the gentleman could speak again, her fangs were already in too deep. His warm blood gilding down her throat like silk. She moaned against his skin as she savagely drained him dry. Within seconds, he became lifeless and collapsed before her. Blood was dripping from her lips to her chin, and down her neck, and yet she was still insatiable. Instantly and carelessly, she was rampaging through the crowd like a beast devouring everything in sight until she felt a pain she never felt before. She shrieked in agony and placed her hands on her head. She stumbled backward and tripped over a dead body. Now on the floor and helpless, she searched for the source of her torment.

Suddenly, a tall man appeared before her dressed in a dapper blue suit. He crouched down in front of her and casually rested his forearms on his knees.

“Friend or foe?” he questioned, with a cunning smile resting on his lips.

Still in excruciating pain, she was unable to speak.

Now rising to his feet, the stranger slid his hands into his pockets and spoke again.

“You sneak into my club. You threaten my bodyguards. You’re killing my customers. You can see how I can take that as offense right? So, I must know, friend or foe?”

He snapped his fingers and suddenly the pain was gone.

“I prefer menace,” she answered with a heavy breath.

“Hm,” he paused. “Menace? I could use one of those,” he answered, with much delight. And with the second snap of his finger, she was knocked unconscious.

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papipopsicle · 3 years ago

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AFTERTASTE PART SEVEN

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing

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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.

When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.

Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.

Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.

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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.

The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"

"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.

Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'

"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.

"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."

"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."

"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"

Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."

"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.

"Nope."

The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."

All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.

"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.

"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."

"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.

Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."

Arch 🧡

That new post should be illegal

Tiger 💛

Ooo

I like this reaction

Maybe I should post more

Like this one

Cheryl pushed me in the pool

And I may have had a drink

Or three

Arch 🧡

Well that's sexy

I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth

You're a goddess

But also

How's she holding up?

Tiger 💛

🥺😇

Broken

But she's strong yk

You coming over for dinner?

Arch 🧡

Yeah Y/D invited my dad too

Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?

Tiger 💛

Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))

Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.

Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"

Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.

"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."

Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.

"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."

Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"

"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.

The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"

As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.

Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.

Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.

"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."

"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.

"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.

"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.

"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.

Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.

Arch 🧡

I can still smell your perfume on my sheets

Tiger 💛

Marking my territory obviously x

Arch 🧡

I love it

Hope you sleep well baby x

Tiger 💛

Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x

Arch 🧡

Whatever you say, baby x

Tiger 💛

Goodnight x

Arch 🧡

Night princess x

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peachithings · 4 years ago

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The Q&A

Main Story // The Series Masterlist

Summary: You've finally decided to film and upload the long overdue Q&A that you announced you were going to do with Jaehyun.

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Words: 3.9k

Genre: established au, idol!jaehyun x youtuber!reader, fluff

Warning/s: i truly believe that 127's chaoticness needs its own warning, other than that i also think that Jaehyun getting sad over a fight need its own warning, this is purely unedited i apologize :(

Author’s Note/s: this part is a little fast forward to the future probs between apartment hunting and the actual move-in day. also, i do hope you'll enjoy reading this first part into the series hehe ❤

tags: @seodojaezz @keeach @hyunniebuns @jaehyvnsvalentine (pls tag or message me if you would like to be included in the taglist!)

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Both you and Jaehyun decided it would be better to film the Q&A at their dorms because your apartment's current state is not ideal and is actually a mess. Boxes were everywhere and most of your things were either already tucked away in boxes or still laying on the floor because you're still in the process of segregating the things you want to keep, to donate and to sell. And being the sentimental person that you are, it was a long and hard process.

Sitting down on the floor at the boys' dorm, you set up the camera and adjust it to the correct angle and height. You pushed the shutter to start recording.

“You ready?” You asked your man who is now approaching in front of you.

“Mhm.” He said while leaning down to give you a peck on your lips. “Have you eaten? Would you like to order some take out first before we start?” he asked with worry evident in the tone of his voice.

You sat down and responded, “It's okay, love. I'm still full. Let's order take out after, hm?”

“Alright, but I think I want to have samgyeopsal.” he said sitting down beside you.

“Oh?!” you exclaimed. “I have been craving samgyeopsal.”

“It's settled then? We'll have samgyeopsal after we film.” He stated looking at you with heart eyes and you just sat there giving him the biggest and brightest smile.

“I thought you were on diet, though?” you quizzed.

“I'll go on cheat day anytime for you, babe.”

The little sweet moment was captured in the frame and you took a mental note that you'd like to include it in the video. You wanted to show a little of what happens behind the camera.

“Anyway, shall we start?”

“Lezgetit!” he exclaimed.

And just like that, you seamlessly transitioned to your YouTube persona. It's not like it was any different from the real you, but I guess Jaehyun could say on cam you're a polished version of you and off cam is an unfiltered one. Meaning, you were always the kind of person that speaks out what's on your mind but on cam, you try to always say it as positive as possible while off cam, you could be so raw and blunt. But either way, he adored you. He adored how strong of a person you are, both mentally and physically.

“Welcome back, you guys!” you started. “As you've read from the title of this video, we are doing a little Q&A sesh with my boyfriend, Jaehyun.” you continued.

Jaehyun waved to the camera and said, “Hi, I'm the boyfriend.” and then chuckled at his own introduction.

“That was lame, babe.” you giggled.

“Well,” he started. “I know my girlfriend, here,” gesturing at you. “Put up an Instagram story so you could send in your questions.” he continued.

“Yes, that is true.” agreeing to Jaehyun. “And you guys had sent quite a lot.”

“I saw.” he chuckled. “Y/N has screen captured the questions, printed them out and put the ones we chose to answer in this fish bowl that we borrowed from Taeyong hyung.” he paused for a moment. “Thank you, hyung! And I also saw comments or compliments about Y/N or our relationship, so I decided to read some of my favorite ones at the end of the video.” he smiled.

Your expression was caught in the frame. It was pure shock. He was in a giggling fit, “As per Y/N's reaction, the end segment was never in her plan and she definitely had no clue. I wanted to take this opportunity to say to you compliments about you and us.”

“And without further ado, let's start the Q&A!” he exclaimed at the camera while a huge smile was plastered on his face.

You took a deep breath and quickly got back to focus. He's really born to be in front of the camera, what a natural, you thought.

“Also, a bit of a disclaimer: I do not have any flow whatsoever, we'll just be going along as we go through these questions that we printed out.” you chuckled.

“Okay, first question: ‘How does it feel to be moving in together?’ this is one of the common questions I received.” you stated.

“You go first, babe” Jaehyun stated.

“Alright,” you started. “I still feel ecstatic about it. Although, I'm not looking forward to the stress that'll come with the actual move-in day.” you giggled.

“Don't worry, babe. I'll be here with you all throughout.” he commented. “Well, as for me...” he started. “I'm very happy and not gonna lie, I'm excited to all the days that I get to go home to Y/N.” he continued, smiling.

“Cheesy,” you said playfully.

“Ah,” he started. “Cheesy, you said?” he continued starting to tickle your sides making you squeal and laugh so hard.

he stopped tickling you and said, “Alright, on to the next question.” fishing for a new question in the bowl.

'Would you hire an interior decorator to help furnish your new home?’

While you were still coming down from your high, Jaehyun answered the question. “No, I don’t think so.”

“We both want to decorate our home together.” he stated.

You nodded, agreeing to Jaehyun. “And also, it would be a good opportunity to make new memories together that we could look back on.” you stated. “I’m a sucker for making memories. Not just with Jaehyun but with everyone else around me and that it includes you lot.” you continued and gave the camera a wink.

‘Did you find the right apartment yet?’

“Oh that’s a good one.” you said. “Have we, babe?” asking Jaehyun.

“Yes, we have. It’s a two-bedroom apartment.” Jaehyun answered. “We both fell in love with it when we saw it. To me, it felt like it was the one.” he added.

“Same with me. It was also big enough for the two of us and we could still have a few friends over.” you said. “Although, I wouldn’t be sure if we would all fit if the whole NCT would come over.” you joked.

‘Who is paying the apartment?’

“She’s paying for everything.” Jaehyun joked. “I’m a lucky man that she’s providing for me.” he continued and chuckled.

You didn’t respond and just chuckled along with Jaehyun.

You both agreed that the payment for the apartment will be shared fairly. Although, Jaehyun had initially disagreed to it and constantly argued that he wanted to pay for it. He eventually gave up on his argument knowing you very well that once you’ve decided on something, there is already no swaying you.

‘Will you do an apartment tour?’

“Yes, I will.” you answered. “In fact, the first series that I have curated is a Moving Series which will document the whole process of our move starting from the apartment hunting up to the end. Please stay tuned for that.” you added.

“I’d also advise that you guys keep your eyes peeled in the upcoming videos she’ll be releasing.”

“And you should also keep your eyes peeled for me too.” Johnny playfully said behind the camera. And then proceeded to crouch down to the camera from behind causing him to be upside down on the frame. “Hi, guys!” he greeted then left.

‘How did you guys meet?’

“Ah, we're going on a trip to memory lane now, are we?” Jaehyun answered. “To be honest, I kinda prefer to talk about this in a separate video,” he confessed. “So, let's answer this briefly.” he added.

“Okay then," you replied. “We met through a mutual friend, Yugyeom from GOT7.”

“Fun fact: She was a videographer and video editor for GOT7 before she went full-time on YouTube.” Jaehyun said proudly with a smile.

“She's amazing!” You heard Taeyong shouted from the kitchen from which you and Jaehyun chuckled at the older man's comment.

‘What would be the concept of your home?’

“Well, we've brainstormed already.” you answered. “And I'll just show you guys some inspos that we got from Pinterest. Also, we chose whites and grays as the main color palette for our home but with a little splash of pastels here and there.”

The inspos:

“She really likes to have that big mirror.” Jaehyun commented. “From what I remember she insists on having one because it was aesthetic.” he teased in which you responded with a playful pout.

‘What happens with the furnitures in your current apartment?’

“Well,” you started. “I'm actually going to sell some of them.” you continued. “And some, I will actually be donating. As for Jaehyun,” you added then looking at your man beside you.

Jaehyun quickly understood your body language and continued your answer, “As for me,” he started. “I'm checking if there is any other stuff that I would donate. I actually don't own any furniture, the bed that I use came with the dorm which I would just be leaving behind obviously.” he continued. “Oh?! Actually, I do own a furniture. The shelf that I use to store my LP collection and turntable is mine. But I'm leaving it behind too, for Jungwoo.” he rambled. “So nothing to sell on my side.”

‘How are you both, money wise’

“Oh this is good.” Jaehyun teased. “Let's answer for each other.” he suggested.

“You, first.” you giggled.

“Y/N, money wise, she's super stingy!” he confessed. “Stingy and thrifty.” he added. “She doesn't buy just anything. She weighs it down if it is a need or a want. That's why I tell her that it is okay to splurge once in a while especially that she deserves it because she works really hard even off cam.” he rambled.

"I don't know if you're dissing me or..." you teased. “But either way, you are not wrong that I'm stingy and thrifty.” you laughed. “Jaehyun, he uses his money wisely.” you started. “He only buys the things he want if he knows he has the money to buy them. But then, I don't usually see him buy extravagantly all the time.” you continued. “He does practice what he preach.” you laughed.

‘Give out 3 things each that we don't know about you guys’

“I don’t know if there are things you don’t know about Jaehyun,” you answered. “So, let me think about it first.” you added.

“Three things?” Jaehyun started. “She loves to eat anything sweet. Seeing her videos, I’ve never seen her eat anything sweet in front of the camera.” he continued raising the first finger. “She’s a total bookworm. I know some of her books can sometimes be seen in the background when she films sit-down videos but that’s only a few of her collection. She has tons, she could open her own library.” he added raising another finger. “Lastly, she has a clingy side!” he giggled. “She might have a resting bitch face, but she still has a clingy and sweet side too.” he concluded.

“You’ve exposed me way too much, babe.” you pouted. Jaehyun responded with kissing your forehead and whispering, “I love you.”

“I guess it’s my turn now.” you started. “Ever since we dated, Jaehyun has always been behind the camera in my videos. From the vlogs down to the sit-down videos, he was behind the camera supporting and cheering me on.” you confessed raising a finger like your boyfriend did. “He never wanted to hide anything from czennies, so when we first started our relationship he wanted tell it to you guys immediately. But I asked him to keep it on the down low for a while.” you continued raising another finger. “He got into LPs because of me." you said raising the last finger. "In the early days of our friendship, I took him to a vintage record store because I was looking for a Bon Jovi LP." you rambled.

‘Please share your playlist’

“Duly noted, bub!” you answered. “I'll share it on Instagram.” you added.

“Another fun fact:” Jaehyun interrupted. “She has a thing for rock love songs.” he continued. “So, a little heads-up, that is what her playlist mostly consists of.” he concluded then chuckled.

Out of the blue, Haechan suddenly leaned towards the frame and said, “Her playlist is gold!” raising both hands with his thumbs up.

“I totally agree,” Yuta responded and greeted the camera too. “She has a lot of throwback songs in her playlist. It's nostalgic!” he added.

The playlist: old but gold🌟

It quickly became chaotic now that Jaehyun's 127 brothers have come together in the living room. They started to drop their comments after your answers, they followed a flow of somewhat agreeing or backing up both you and Jaehyun's responses. It went on like a routine throughout the whole filming.

You were nearing the end with only a few questions left unanswered.‘Jaehyun, how do you deal with an angry Y/N?’

“Oh,” you sneered. “That’s an interesting question.” you chuckled.

“Well, first of all,” he started. “Y/N does not get pissed off easily. She has a very very very long patience. And I think everyone in this room can vouch for me on that,” he continued while his 127 brothers agreed with him. “She often does get sulky.” he chuckled. “She gets sulky at the littlest of things and it is damn cute.” he rambled. “But as for Y/N being or getting angry?” he paused for a moment, thinking what he should say next. “She’s very scary when angry. So, I hide whenever she gets angry.” he joked. Everyone in the room laughed, including you.

“But hyung is right! It’s not a joke, noona is scary when angry.” you heard Mark say.

“Let’s put it this way,” Doyoung started. “It’s like she’s bringing the seven hells to earth.” he continued. “It’s that scary.” he concluded.

You jokingly pouted at their comments. Then, Jaehyun whispered, “Don’t worry, love. You can bring me to hell and back, I would still not let you go. I love you.” and kissed your forehead causing everyone in the room to shout, “Get a room, love birds!”

‘What is the biggest quarrel you had in the relationship?’

“We all know the answer to that,” Taeyong answered.

“I don’t know if it was even a big fight, though?” Jaehyun said confused. “But we didn’t talk to each other for a while after that fight.” he said sadly. “ It was the one fight that almost ended our relationship.” he added.

“Well, we survived didn’t we?” you said trying to comfort your boyfriend.

“Yes, we did.” he said smiling warmly at you. “But it was definitely one of the hardest and darkest days in my life,” he confessed. “You didn’t talk to me for a whole month then,” he pouted. “I really thought that I was going to lose you.”

“But you didn’t. I’m still here aren’t I?” You comforted. “And I’m not going anywhere.” you assured, giving him a warm smile.

“Alright!” you exclaimed. “That was all the questions. I hope you guys will enjoy this little Q&A with my love featuring our 127 friends.” you giggled.

True to his words, Jaehyun whipped out his phone and said, “But before we fully end this video, I will be sharing some of my favorite comments or compliments about Y/N or us.”

Jaehyun had already filmed the ending segment ahead of time and had it saved on his phone so that he could show it to you. And to the viewers, the video will transition to the ending segment video with your reaction being shown in a medium-sized circle.

‘I saw Y/N in a subway station recently and she was gorgeous.’

“I thought this was very random so I included it.” He laughed. “She likes to travel via public transportations but she can also drive. She has a license.”

‘You and Jaehyun are the cutest couple! I saw you guys eating at a fast food chain and both had heart eyes for each other.’

“That might be one of the rare occasions that we eat out. Y/N usually cooks or we have food delivered.” he explained. “Also, thank you for the compliment!” he chuckled.

‘Y/N is very witty, it shows through the side comments she casually makes.’

“That is so true!” Mark shouted then laughed loudly.

“Her witty side comments are so funny yet blunt.” Johnny agreed. “Both in english and korean, might I add.”

“She learned korean in six months and got more fluent in the succeeding months.” Taeyong commented. “I remembered, she told us that she wanted to learn korean so that she would be able to communicate with us well.” he continued to reminisce. “Neither of us knew it could backfire like this.” he joked, which caused everyone to laugh and agree.

‘Y/N is absolutely one of the most talented people I have ever met.’

“Ah, this is one of us.” Jaehyun said. “She always exceeds others' expectations of her works,” he continued. “She’s also crazy talented in sports too, not just arts.” he concluded.

“Oh!” Doyoung exclaimed, suddenly remembering something of you and sports. “You guys remembered how she trashed us at archery and badminton on our gathering?” he laughed. “And yet she claims she's not sporty.” he continued.

“She’s also skilled in figure skating.” Jaehyun shared proudly.

“Woah!” Mark exclaimed. “Noona is really impressive.”

“She’s also both street and book smart,” Jungwoo trailed. “I believe that's talent too.” he concluded.

‘Y/N has a heart of gold.’

“She really has.” everyone agreed.

It made your heart swell with all the good things that they talk about you. All of them were very supportive of your relationship with Jaehyun from the start. Even when you were only friends with Jaehyun, they would constantly tease the both of you because of how close you both were. Taeyong had always predicted that you'll end up together and said that it was only a matter of who'll confess first.

The video continued to shower you with all those positive thoughts and well wishes on your relationship with Jaehyun. Nearing towards the end, you were already tearing up.

‘Y/N is the best!’

“From all of us,” Taeyong said.

“We love you, our Y/N-ie!” They all shouted and gave tou different heart poses.

That was the end of the upload. But what the viewers didn't know, there was more after.

The screen went black for a moment but then, you heard Jaehyun's voice, “It hasn't ended yet.” He then reappeared on the screen, “Babe, you're such an amazing person but you usually doubt that. Give yourself a bit of credit, you deserve it. Also, I know you always give your all and work hard but don't forget that you also need to rest. I love you.”

After Jaehyun, it transitioned to your friends. And that was the last straw, your tears poured down while hearing your friends pour their heart out on how an incredible person you are, both as an individual and as their friend.

By the time the video was over, you were a crying mess while you were in Jaehyun's arms.

“You guys made me cry,” you pouted, and they all responded with a chuckle. “You guys are amazing too, I'm blessed to have you guys in my life.” you sniffled.

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Jaehyun and the others went out to get meat, lettuce and other ingredients needed for samgyeopsal. You and Jaehyun decided it was much better to eat samgyeopsal with friends rather than just the two of you. You both thought that the more is merrier.

You finished editing the footages of the video and decided to upload it on your channel and schedule its premiere on your desired date. Upon finishing, you heard Jaehyun's voice in the hallway indicating that they've arrived from the grocery. You left your laptop on Jaehyun's bed and went out of their room.

As you were reaching the kitchen, you saw Haechan getting a variety of soju out of the bag and settling them on the table. Doyoung prepared the griller while Taeyong was transferring some of the meat to a plate and putting the remainder in the freezer to avoid spoilage. On the other hand, Yuta was washing the leafy vegetables while Johnny was putting the plates on the table. You decided to help get and set the cutleries on the table and Jungwoo was getting the sauces out of the fridge.

All of you sat around the table and started to grill the meat, “Bon appétit, everybody.” you announced, everyone responded the same. You looked around you and thought, I am lucky to have met these lads. I will always treasure gatherings like this with them. This right here, is my family away from home.

Slowly, you feel the alcohol you took throughout the evening start to kick in. You weren't drunk yet, just beginning to get tipsy. Drowsiness creeping in, Jaehyun noticed and whispered, “Do you want to go?” You shook your head, “I'm fine, I can still handle it.”

Jaehyun knew what you were like when drinking. He also knows how well your alcohol intake is; you can drink well and you enjoy it. Sometimes, a bit too much, like tonight. And as the night deepens, with all that soju you chugged down, you were drunk. And you were getting more and more talkative. Jaehyun, on the other hand, is also drunk. The others? They were having fun with you two drunk. They were recording you being talkative and Jaehyun being clingy to you.

The night ended with the two of you passed out in Jaehyun's bed. Jungwoo was there to capture how cute the two of you were cuddled.

The boys, however drunk they are and even though they had several recordings of the night, knew better than to post anything in their social media accounts impulsively. So, they all retreated to their respective bedrooms and called it a night.

The next day, you woke up with a slight headache probably because of your lack of water intake last night. You rolled over to your side and saw Jaehyun still sound asleep.

You got up from bed and decided to freshen up, you took one of Jaehyun's shirts and sweats so you could have a change of clothes and headed towards the bathroom to take a quick shower. You thank the heavens that you've decided long ago to stock some toothbrushes in the dorms for unplanned nights like last night.

You remembered that you have scheduled the Q&A to go live later in the afternoon. So, you decided it would be nice to post something on your Instagram.

ynsphotoroll: A part of the chaotics have gathered last night 🤪

onyourm_ark commented: let's try to fit all 23 members in your guys' place 😂

ynsphotoroll replied to onyourm_ark: as much I would love that, am so not taking a risk on it. the whole place would crash :(

do0_nct replied to your comment: that's the goal 🙄

ynsphotoroll replied to do0_nct: meanie 🤧

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thebookreader12345 · 4 years ago

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Love at First Meet

Pairing: Greg Gerwitz x reader

Summary: Y/N gets invited upstairs to help Intelligence with a case, and Jay introduces her to his best friend, who just might change her life

Requested: No

Warnings: slight swearing

Word Count: 1,203 Words

“Hey, Sarge, I need you to buzz me upstairs,” I tell my desk sergeant as she typed away at her computer.

Platt chuckled. “Nice try, L/N. If you think you’re going to sneak away from patrol again, you’re dead wrong.”

“Jay, er, Detective Halstead, asked me to help Intelligence with a case. Come on, Sergeant. Please,” I beg her. “All Maloney does on street patrol is park on an abandoned street and take a nap. For once, I’d like to catch a criminal, and this is my chance.”

“Sorry, L/N, but it’s a no go from me. I can’t trust you after the shenanigan you pulled last time,” Platt spoke. I sighed and kicked the front desk with the tip of my right foot. I wanted to be a cop so that I could catch bad guys and put them away, not so I could sleep an extra 4 or more hours a day. Just then, a man I had never seen before entered the lobby and headed towards the gate. He placed his hand on the palm scanner, and after a few seconds, the gate buzzed and the man pushed it open. That’s when an idea hit me, and it might get me in big trouble, but at the moment, I didn’t care.

“Hold the gate!” I shout to the stranger and sprint in his direction.

“L/N! Get back here!” Platt called after me. But she was too late, because as soon as I passed the gate, I shut it behind me and bounded up the stairs and into the empty bullpen.

“Let me guess,” the stranger said and appeared behind me. “You’re not allowed up here.”

“Technically, no. However, Detective Halstead asked for my help on a case, but Platt wouldn’t unlock the gate for me, so you were my way in. Thanks, by the way,” I murmur.

“No problem,” the man replied. That’s when Jay came from the direction of the interrogation room, and when he saw me, he smiled.

“Hey, Y/N. Was that you causing a ruckus in the lobby?” Jay asked.

“You know it,” I answer.

Jay laughed. “Well, I see you’ve met Mouse, our tech guy. Mouse, this is Y/N. She’s a patrol officer for the 21st district.”

“Nice to meet you,” Mouse greeted.

“Mouse?” I question. “Is that like a nickname or something?”

Mouse nodded. “I got it from being a Ranger. The name’s Greg Gerwitz.” At that moment, everything clicked.

“Oh,” I realize. “You’re Jay’s best friend. He’s told me so much about you.”

“Wait a minute. You’re Officer L/N. Jay always tells me about how much trouble you get into with Platt,” Mouse admitted.

“What can I say? I’ve got a knack for that sort of thing,” I confess.

“All right. So, Y/N, I need you to help Mouse listen into some phone calls for me. We’ve been trying to track our dealer, Trevor Jackson’s, next supply drop, and right now, we’ve got nothing,” Jay informed me.

“Sounds good to me. I’ll do anything to get away from Maloney,” I state.

“Maloney?” Mouse quizzed.

“I’ll tell you about him on the way downstairs to the tech room. I’ll talk to you later, Jay,” I say to my friend and begin to walk down the stairs with Mouse. “So anyways, Maloney is my patrol partner. He’s this older guy who’s just looking for a way to get money, so he volunteers to go out on patrol, but all he does is park the car and sleep. Anyways, this one time, Maloney was taking a nap, and a dude ran past us holding a gun, so I busted the window on my side of the car, climbed out, and chased after the guy. I gave him a pretty nasty bruise when I tackled him to the ground too.”

“No way. What happened after that?” Mouse asked as we got situated in our seats.

“I was punished for chasing after a criminal without my superior officer. So, nowadays, Maloney parks in the less crime-ridden neighborhoods on abandoned streets so that there’s no way I’ll break the rules again,” I explain.

“He sounds like an ass,” Mouse commented.

“Oh, believe me, he is,” I exclaim. Mouse laughed and pulled 2 beer bottles out from under the desk, handing me one. “Dude, we can’t drink. We’re on shift.”

“It’s one beer,” Mouse pointed out. “And I won’t tell if you won’t.”

I smiled and took the bottle. “I guess one beer couldn’t hurt.”

“So, you’re good friends with Jay then?” Mouse asked and took a sip of his beer.

I shrugged. “I wouldn’t say good friends. I’ve known him for like a year, but only because he works in the district. We haven’t done much work together either. I’ve been on like one call with him, and I saved his ass, so he owes me. So, from time to time, he invites me up to work with Intelligence.”

“I’m surprised Jay didn’t introduce us sooner. You seem really cool,” Mouse told me.

“You do too,” I agree and take a swig of beer.

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“Uh,” I groan and spin around in my chair. “Why hasn’t anything important come up?”

“It can take awhile,” Mouse informed me. “We could be here for hours.”

“This feels like patrol. I don’t know how you do this all day,” I say.

“Usually it’s painstakingly slow, but you’re here today, so it’s slightly more bearable,” Mouse responded.

“That’s probably the sweetest thing someone has said to me all week,” I confess. “Thanks.” Before Mouse could reply, another phone call popped up on our screen, and it was from an unknown number. Trevor was getting a call from a burner phone.

“Hello?” Trevor asked into the phone.

“Hey, Trev. I’ve got the weight. I’m ready to meet if you are,” the voice on the other end spoke.

“Yeah, okay. You tell me where and when, and I’ll be there,” Trevor answered.

“How about tonight, 7 o’clock at that abandoned warehouse on 42nd? That work for you?” the stranger questioned.

“Definitely. See you tonight,” Trevor said and hung up the phone.

“And bingo. We’ve got something. Lets go tell the rest of the team,” Mouse stated and stood up. After we told the team, and they intercepted the deal, my shift was over, meaning it was time to go home. I made my way down to the tech room, hoping to catch Mouse before he left, and thankfully, he was still there. “Hey. Nice work today,” Mouse noted.

“You too. I just came to say goodnight. I’ll see you later,” I murmur. I then turned around and went to leave the room, but something stopped me. “Actually,” I begin. “I uh, I know this may sound weird, seeing as we just met today, but would you maybe want to hang out sometime?”

“Like a date?” Mouse asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah,” I decide. “Like a date.”

“Sounds fun. I’m in,” Mouse declared.

“Cool. We’ll talk next shift. Have a good night, Greg,” I say.

“It’s Mouse,” Mouse pointed out with a grin.

“Not to me it isn’t. See you tomorrow Greg,” I call out as I walked out of the tech room.

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ikingsley · 4 years ago

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Ina x MC: That Day

Loosely based on chapter 6 of QB. Read the other parts of the series here: The Dance, A Small Detour, One Chance.

Summary: Ina and Luna discuss their past.

Warnings: Sadness, I guess. Warning for coming out stories?

Tag: @samanthadalton @domakir @kulaykape @hellyeah90sbaby @dopeyouth @kwaj05 @thedaft1 @swimmingshoebakerydreamer (Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed)

Author’s Notes: Sorry, I’ve been real busy, but here’s another installment of my series.

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Luna strolled into Ina’s office at a quarter past seven. It’d been a long day for both of them. Ina had a full day of lectures and quizzes while Luna had midterms approaching.

“Professor,” Luna said, putting down her bags.

“Good evening, Luna. How are you?”

The two made small talk while Ina pulled the stack of quizzes she needed graded. But as well as Ina could hide her emotions, Luna felt there was something off about Ina.

“Here’s the answer key,” Ina began. “It’s all multiple choice so it shouldn’t take too long.”

Ina handed Luna a red pen. But Luna wasn’t paying attention to Ina. Instead, she scoured through the stack of papers, pulling one out and comparing the answers.

“Whose is that?” Ina peered over Luna’s shoulder. “Oh, that’s right. You took this quiz today.”

Luna hummed in reply. “Aww man. I got one wrong.”

This time, it was Ina’s turn to tease Luna. “Nerd,” she scoffed.

“Shut up.”

The two worked in silence, except for Ina going ham on her keyboard. That research paper wasn’t going to write itself.

“Why are you typing so vigorously?” Luna commented absent-mindedly.

“Hmm...I don’t know, maybe because this paper’s due at midnight,” Ina said quite uncharacteristically. Ina, the polite and beloved anthropology professor, was not one to be so brash.

Rude! For no reason! Luna thought. While Luna was pondering the true reason for Ina’s disrespect, Ina stood up and began pacing back and forth. Finally, she stopped, slumping onto the couch that sat at the corner of the room.

“Ina?” Luna questioned, getting off of her chair. Like usual, her initial intuition was spot-on, something was, in fact, off.

Ina laid on the couch, her head resting on the couch’s arm. When Luna finally approached it, she took a look at Ina. Her face was slightly glossy, tear-stained.

“Scoot over,” Luna said firmly.

Ina huffed a little, but she moved further into the couch. Luna faced Ina, acting as a handkerchief, wiping away Ina’s tears.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Luna finally broke the silence.

“No.”

“Okay. We can just lie here together. It’s okay.” Luna wrapped her arms around Ina. Ina subsequently buried her face in her shoulder, her tears falling slowly, wetting Luna’s shirt.

The two stayed like this for a few more moments, until Ina sat up, wiping the lasts of her tears. “I apologize, Luna. I owe you an explanation.”

“You don’t need to-”

“Please, I want to. I feel like you should know.”

“Only if you’re sure.”

“I am.” Ina had gained her confidence back. “I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I trust you. Maybe it’s naive or too early, but well...I feel like I could tell you anything, and you wouldn’t judge me. So here goes.”

And boy, did Ina open up. It was unlike anything Luna had ever witnessed from the mysterious professor. But she wasn’t complaining. This was arguably what she loved most about Ina.

“It was my freshman year of high school and I was sitting in my US history class. I was such a little nerd,” Ina recalled fondly. “Anyway, this girl walked into my class and god, I was smitten. What she made me feel...I’d never felt before. I mean, I hadn’t been with any guy, but this was different. Sure I’d thought some guys were attractive, but every time I looked at her, I got butterflies.”

“Aww! I’m imagining a little nerdy Ina staring at a pretty high schooler now.”

“Mhm. Well, we got assigned each other for a project. And we hit it off. She was brilliant, passionate, caring...I really liked her, but I thought it was just as friends. One afternoon, we went to the library together to prepare for the presentation of the project. She asked me if I liked girls, and I hadn’t really considered it. Some sort of internalized homophobia, I guess. I went home that day just deep in thought. But God, she made me feel so alive. It was something I’d never experienced before. And then I just started thinking of kissing her and I never wanted to stop. I think I knew then and there that I liked women.”

“Well? What happened after?” Luna asked, invested in Ina’s anecdote.

“A few days later, some teacher was berating her for not knowing an answer to something rather trivial and I found myself defending her. I guess my protective side came out.”

“Not the only thing that came out then...” Luna smirked.

Ina scoffed but had a huge grin on her face. But just as quickly as it appeared, her smile faded.

“When we left school that day, she uh thanked me with a kiss. And that’s how I knew for sure that I liked her. A lot. I asked her out a few weeks later and we were together for a little over a year. At the time, she meant the world to me. We’d do everything together and she was my first for a lot of things, my first kiss, my first love...”

“A year? That is...surprisingly long for a relationship at that time. Why’d it end?”

“Her parents were incredibly supportive. They knew about us since the beginning of the relationship. Mine...did not know. I had told Lilian, and she listened and supported me a lot. We were always pretty close. Well, after a year together, Emma asked to meet my conservative parents. I was both giddy and nervous, but I thought I was ready. I truly thought love was unconditional. Maybe I was naive to think acceptance was guaranteed. And well, I told my parents that I had someone special for them to meet. In retrospect, I should’ve told them more details. Maybe they were expecting a dashing young man that could escort me to Prom in the following year or whatnot. And well, Emma came over for dinner and I told my parents about us. They...were shocked. Their perfect little nerdy daughter was gay. They didn’t handle themselves well that night. They said some unforgivable things to Emma. We tried to work through it, but we were young and broke up a few weeks after that.”

“Ina, I’m so sorry.”

“I...it’s okay. It’s been a while now. They didn’t throw me out of the house, but they didn’t talk about my sexuality at all. Emma was always my ‘friend.’ No one in the extended family knew. It was like they were ashamed of me. Lilian was the wild child and I was the apple of my parents’ eyes, but they never looked at me the same after that dinner. It was a tough time. Lilian and my friends at school supported me. If it weren’t for them...I don’t know where I’d be now.”

Luna caressed Ina’s check, wiping away the flowing tears.

“I just existed in their house for a while. I had a brief period of dating guys who were’t too good for me, probably out of my parents lack of support. Trying to be straight. But there was never any feelings between the two of us. They just...weren’t Emma. The last guy I dated was sweet, but I felt nothing for him romantically. And then Lilian was pregnant. And that was the last straw for my parents. They kicked out Lilian and I left with her. After all those years of her supporting me, I needed to support her. They said some inexcusable things to her and I’m glad we left. But it was incredibly difficult. Lilian and I struggled a lot. We had to work odd jobs just to pay rent whilst still going to school. Today’s the anniversary of them kicking us out. Today I have to be strong for Lilian’s sake, but I lost my parents that day too. I guess it all just hit me now.”

“You don’t need to apologize. Come here.”

Luna wrapped Ina in her arms once more. Then, she held Ina’s face, staring intensely into her eyes.

“You are the strongest woman I know. Strongest person I know. But it’s okay to not be strong too. You don’t need to pretend to be strong 24/7. Strength and weakness...that’s what makes us human.”

Ina smiled at Luna, tears falling freely. For a moment, they just stared at each other. Ina then leaned in, closing the gap between them. She captured Luna’s lips slowly, but as the kiss prolonged, the passion increased. When they finally pulled away, both women were out of breath.

Ina cleared her throat, standing up and beckoning Luna to get on her feet.

“Dance with me.”

Luna took a second to play a song on her phone, but she then gratefully accepted, leaning into Ina’s arms as they moved slowly.

Tu cabeza en mi hombro

Quiero yo tener siempre

Acaríciame, cielo

Si me quieres tú

Ina smiled again at Luna, a hand rising from Luna’s waist to cup her cheek.

“I hope your coming out story is better than mine,” she jested.

“Well, yeah I guess. When my family moved to the States from Venezuela, my mom always emphasized the importance of getting a good education, being prudent, all of that. I was very involved in high school, and I was a part of a lot of science extracurriculars. My freshman year of high school, my mom forced me to join mock trial to improve my public speaking. I thought it was useless since I knew I wanted to do neuroscience. She drove me to every practice, every conference...I fell in love with it. The more I did research for trials, the more passionate I became about public policy, law, and civil rights. And of course, gay rights. I guess that’s how I knew. Mind you, I was one of those kids who cuffed their jeans and got called out for not sitting in chairs properly.”

“It makes so much sense now. And you are...extremely well-spoken. Anyway, how’d you tell your parents?”

“We were at a mock trial competition. I had just used Obergefell v. Hodges as legal precedent to win the trial. My parents picked me up and I told them all about the case. My dad kinda stopped me mid-sentence and asked me if I had anything to tell them.”

“And?”

“I told them, but they said they already knew. They didn’t care who I’d be with, as long as they’re someone decent, kind, protective...the whole nine yards. The only problem is that they’re just very nosy about my love life. If I texted someone and smiled they’d look to see who it is. They also acted as if each person I’d bring home to meet them was the love of my life.”

Unreasonable jealousy flashed through Ina’s eyes, but her voice remained steady. “Did you bring a lot of people home to meet your parents?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Luna smiled smugly.

#ina x mc #ina kingsley #queen b #luna garcia

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blush-and-books · 4 years ago

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Juke 48 fluff please...

Prompt #48: “I told you to take care of yourself.”

Ksjahdsf High School AU inspired by the fact that my generation has been so crushed by the pressures of our education system that we would always show up to school with colds and strep and literally anything because we refused to miss school. Double inspired by the morning I threw up at 3AM and had a cold but literally went downstairs and monologued to my mom that I had to go to school bc I had two quizzes that would have been hell to make up and I would have had major anxiety if I missed anything. And she let me go. Triple inspired by the fact that pre-COVID I would get sick routinely 4 times across Oct, Nov and Dec because my peers would also show up sick. So, yeah. Here’s to the american education system

Luke knows that something is off with his best friend when she finally approaches her locker that Wednesday morning, where he had been anxiously bouncing on the balls of his feet waiting for her.

Where she is usually like sunshine to him, glowing brighter than the California sunrise -- a lyric in the song he was planning to show her, but would never admit was inspired by her as well -- she arrives with the pale glow of the moon instead. Julie’s eyes are half-open, and her usually bouncy curls have been pulled back and up unto a messy bun.

He hasn’t seen her like this since-

“Jules,” he mumbles, half to himself and half to her when she finally looks up and notices him. Instantaneously, he takes an energetic step towards her, letting his hands rest on her upper arms. “Are you sick? Again?”

As if she doesn’t want to hear it, not again, her bottom lip juts out in a pout that is only seen on a miserable Julie Molina before she brushes past him to her locker. Deeply concerned, Luke trails after her.

“Julie, hey,” he attempts, but she won’t look up at him. There’s a shame in her face while she gets her calculus textbook from her locker, and it’s then that Luke notices the thermos she’s clutching in her left hand. “Let me take this stuff. Drink your tea. Don’t try and talk, I’m sorry I didn’t notice.”

She shakes her head, it’s not his fault, she’s the idiot showing up to school sick, but she couldn’t miss today. She just couldn’t.

Without putting up a fight, she lets him take her backpack and textbook from her possession while she unscrews the lid of her thermos and chugs two big gulps of tea. Temporary relief is brought to her throat, but it doesn’t last long.

“I-” She attempts, but Luke shoots her a glare and wags a finger at her. Ignoring him, she powers on. “I have a calc test and a history quiz and an English debate.”

“You can make those up.” “But do I want to? Do I want to miss a whole day of notes and work and assignments because I have a runny nose?”

(And a sore throat, obviously. And a headache. She also woke up right before her alarm to throw up, but she hasn’t felt the urge to do that again since. You get the picture though.)

“Jules, I mean this in the best way possible, but you look like there’s a lot more than a runny nose happening here. A runny nose was two weeks ago. This looks like your whole body aches.”

(Fair assessment. It does.)

She lifts her thermos to her lips once again to soothe the throbbing that resulted from her excuses, feeling her stomach twirl in a way that she can’t tell is another bout of nausea or just Luke making her painfully fall more in love with him.

He, on the other hand, is one step away from hauling her over his shoulder and driving her home himself. He doesn’t know what to do. Julie’s stressed, and the stress has made her vulnerable to colds for the past couple of months, and this is the third time he’s seen her sick. No matter what, she shows up to school -- freshman year, she stayed home sick with the stomach flu, and had a panic attack in the bathroom on the day that she came back.

He knows because he was in her music class that year. Her best friend, Flynn, had rushed into the music room to explain to their teacher, and he’ll never forget it.

Coincidentally, it was two months ago, with Julie’s first ceremonious cold of the year, that Luke officially realized that he was in love with her. It was the feeling of seeing her uncomfortable, powering through because she felt like she had to -- he was so proud, yet so worried, and wanted to bring her home so they could watch Tangled and he could make her the matzo ball soup recipe that Alex taught him when they were kids.

“I know,” she croaks at him, face crumbling. “It does. I feel like shit. But I just have to get through today, and I’ll be fine.”

(After spending six hours at school, another two on homework, pedaling through five bottles of Gatorade and getting four hours of sleep because her throat and sinuses prevent her from any adequate rest. Yeah. She’ll be fine.) ((She’ll still come to school tomorrow.))

Luke knows all of this. In his head, he’s drafting the text to his parents that he’ll type out in his lap during first period to tell them that he’s going to be at the Molina’s for the next couple of days, taking care of Julie. They do have a band to worry about, after all, and their lead singer needs to be in top shape.

Just looking at her tired face makes his chest hurt. She looks like she hasn’t smiled in a long time. Wanting to comfort her, somehow, he reaches his hands up to cradle her cheeks -- but she swats him away.

“Luke, no. I’m not getting you sick.”

Fighting her flailing hands, he manages to slip his own to her cheeks, making sure that the fingers that are wandering into her hair rub her scalp. That’s always a calming, relieving feeling.

“Impossible, mariposa. My immune system is Herculean.”

She looks up at him, fully, for the first time that morning. He can’t help but grin at getting to see her face, no matter how tired she thinks she looks, and even though she thinks he is full of shit she can’t help but mirror his expression.

“There’s my girl,” he whispers unconsciously. Her skin warms underneath his hands. “Are you alright? Do you have a fever? You’re getting a little toasty.”

Her skin temperature rises from her blush even higher as his hands slip from her hair and to her forehead, pathetically testing for a fever.

“I’m good,” she shakes her head, trying to brush it off. His eyes refocus on her, and he sighs; the air staying silent between them as she tries to decipher what he’s thinking.

“You need to take better care of yourself,” he insists. “I told you to take care of yourself. Can’t have my frontwoman blowing her nose in between each song at a gig.”

“I’m your frontwoman now? Fuck Julie and the Phantoms, I guess.”

Luke smirks, and for a heavenly moment forgets that the precious girl in front of him isn’t in pain, but she stiffles a cough after her joke. Frowning, he drops his hands to grab hers so that he can hold them up between their chests.

“You’re my everything, silly. Frontwoman, best friend, study partner, favorite person-”

“-Walking petri dish.”

“Yes. My walking petri dish.”

The joke lightens Julie up. Maybe today, if her and Luke can keep making jokes, she will get through. She can’t think of anything else to say as his lips press against her forehead in a gesture so caring that she would grab his face and move those lips down a few inches if she weren’t, you know, a walking petri dish.

Before either of them can say anything else, the school bell rings. It’s time for her miserable day to start. Just the idea of sitting still in her math class makes her shiver, and she wraps her arms around herself.

“Are you cold?” Luke jumps to ask, moving closer to her as the halls start moving with crowds of other students.

“Luke, I’m fine-”

“My locker is right by your math class. I have a flannel in there. You’re wearing it today.”

“Luke-”

“No arguments. I was walking you to class anyways. I’m walking you to every class, actually. Your backpack weighs more than you do and that’s the last thing you need to feel right now.”

(Not to be creepy, but Julie Molina would marry Luke right now if he asked. Sometimes she wonders if her other best friend, Flynn, is right when she makes jokes about her and Luke being a married couple. If this is marriage, sign her up.)

“Thank you,” she says lightly, trying not to strain her throat. Luke responds with tugging on her left hand, beginning to pull her towards the staircase at the end of the hall.

“We’ll get you better, Molina. Mark my words.”

Tagging @willexx because you got all impatient on me. love you babe and love you too anon!!

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utterlyinevitable · 4 years ago

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Hurricane (Part 3)

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Lao) Word Count: 1.7k Warning: Nothing outright. The story is rated T+. Summary: A hurricane is falling over Boston. Edenbrook has been evacuated and some very different doctor’s end up seeking shelter together.

A/N: This series was inspired by an anon prompt request for “protection”. I hope I did it justice! This is a multi part story.

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The rag tag team of doctor’s sat around Naveen’s large dining table in the wooden room with endless windows looking over the river. They had copious amounts of wine accompanying Ethan’s homemade meat lasagna and garlic bread. Naveen sat at the head of the table, Sienna to his left with Elijah and Rebecca to his right with Ethan.

The conversation was pleasant enough. The only awkwardness was Ethan, though the others were oblivious to it. Ethan stayed quiet at the end of the table drinking his wine and assessing how everyone moved about. He desperately was still trying to diagnose the outcome of their predicament.

The young doctor’s were adaptable and Naveen took to them with fatherly glee. Neither of the older doctors could remember the last time this cabin was so full of life. It was easy to notice how the young doctors moved around each other like family, without any regard for the others personal space. For a while Ethan felt completely out of place.

Naveen watched their antics like a doting parent, jumping in and out of the conversation with delight. While Ethan was on the sideline wondering if he could ever find the courage to take the leap. He doubted it. Ethan was well past his jovial years - he was too old for twenty-something antics and anything that didn’t serve a concrete purpose in the continuation of life. At least, that’s what he told himself.

Could he see himself mixing with the personal daily lives of these residents regularly?

The notion sent a shiver up Ethan’s spine.

Sure, Trinh and Greene were nice and accommodating enough - a pleasantry even. And Ethan was thankful they kept his rendezvous with Becca secret, but could they be his friends too? No. He was a world older than them. They had a lot more learning to do.

But they’re Becca’s family…

Could he do it for her? Did he care enough to do it for her?

Naveen’s next question pulled Ethan out of his thoughts.

“How are you finding your interns, doctors?” Naveen asked with dazzling curiosity.

“It’s…” Sienna began to say, not wanting to damper the evening with second-year struggles. Dr. Sienna Trinh had been grappling with the daily grind since intern year - her pure soul so easily crushed by rude patients and unfortunate circumstances. Her incompetent and manipulative intern didn’t help ease her anxiety one bit.

“Challenging,” Becca finished for her.

The Chief’s interest was piqued, “Oh?”

Becca bit her lip before speaking, “I know Dr. Ortega is brilliant, but a bit hot headed and impulsive.” Dr. Esme Ortega had some character flaws Becca was well used to working with - the fiery intern reminded Becca a lot of herself, and her standoffishness and unwillingness to trust others was definitely reflective of Ethan. She knew with just some faith and a little push Dr. Ortega would be best in her class.

“Sounds like someone I know,” Naveen jokes.

Becca continued on, “She needs to think more before she acts sometimes.”

A confident mumble came from Becca’s right, the first words he’s spoken in a while, “May I suggest taking your own advice, Dr. Lao?”

She turned to look at him. Ethan’s eyes met her own. There was a crinkle at the corner of his lips, the ghost of a coy smile.

“Oh shut up, Ethan,” she rolled her eyes playfully. “You know what I mean.”

Their eyes were locked on one another and bodies frozen in place. Ethan’s implored Becca silently asking her why she didn’t tell him she was having problems. She gave an immobile shrug.

Being the gracious host he is and not wanting to subject Sienna and Elijah and even himself to an awkward encounter, Naveen turned to his left and asked, “And what about you two?”

“Sothey needs... a lot of hand holding. He’s a nice guy, but I’m not too sure he’s up for the challenges,” Elijah admitted.

Sienna folded her hands in her lap as she looked down and agreed, “I feel the same way with Mitch. I wish I was more like Zaid with the no-nonsense personality - if I could just scare Mitch into doing better that’ll teach him a lesson.”

Finished with her aphonic conversation Becca turned back to the table, piping in, “From what I’ve seen Mitch is just lazy.”

“Oh?” Naveen took a large swig of wine.

“Yeah…” In the handful of times she interacted with Dr. Mitch Keller she hadn’t seen him do any doctoring, just looming over as Sienna did all the dirty work. “But I don’t know him well enough - it’s just a speculation.”

Naveen nodded his head at the admission while Ethan made a mental note to watch Dr. Keller with a steely eye.

As the conversation died there Elijah happily changed the topic;

“Dr. Banerji, I hear you love a bit of hospital gossip?”

The old diagnostician had the most elated smile, bringing every crack and wrinkle into the warm stormy light, “Who doesn’t?”

“Any respectable human,” Ethan chided.

Everyone ignored him.

“What have you heard?” Naveen asked as he learned forward with utter intrigue.

Elijah pressed his palms into the table, bracing himself for the bomb he was about to drop. “That Ines and Zaid are engaged,” he said it flatly and with a raised eyebrow. “I always thought them dating was just a rumour!”

“They do show up everywhere together,” Becca added, polishing off the last bit of garlic bread.

Sienna excitedly clapped her hands together and hopped in her seat, “They’re so cute together! I’m so happy for them.”

“I haven’t heard that one,” Naveen told them. “But I do know the pair are quite close,” the old man winked and that was all the confirmation the young doctors’ needed.

Keeping with the excitement Elijah let another rumor slip, “I heard from the nurses that a resident and attending were hooking up in a supply closet on the lab floor last year.”

Becca stopped chewing and Ethan sat up straighter. They never ever “hooked up” at the hospital, but they did hide in a supply closet on the lab floor when they needed to sneakily run Naveen’s blood last year. Surely no one saw them? Did they?

Out of the corner of his eye Naveen noticed the tension of his dearest of companions. He recalled that story - with his results Becca mentioned how they had to hide in a closet from Dr. Wren. She never mentioned anything else transpiring. Though the pair were allowed their own secrets, much to Naveen’s dismay.

“How scandalous,” he sent a small wink Becca’s way. “I heard that our wonderful Dr. Lao didn’t act alone in her retrieval of the Rhode’s cure.” Naveen looked directly into Sienna and Elijah’s eyes, “How was that for you?”

The two friends spoke at the same time; “I -” Sienna began.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Elijah finished.

The group erupted into laughter. Well, everyone except for Ethan who was still too affected by the previous confession.

“Speaking of relationships,” Naveen changed the subject “I hear you and Nurse Danny are quite close, Sienna.”

Quickly Sienna’s face flushed, “We are. It’s new.”

Elijah was having too much fun with all this banter flowing as effortlessly as the wine. With a rueful grin he let the words slip, “Word on the street is Dr. Ramsey’s been seeing someone.”

Ethan nearly spit out his wine.

Becca looked at her friend with sheer horror.

Before anyone could question further Naveen interjected, steering the conversation, “Are you, Ethan?”

The blue eyed doctor tried not to choke at the intrusion into his business, “Am I?”

“Are you single or not?” he quizzed. “It’s the first I’m hearing of this.” Naveen had the biggest shit eating grin as he bore Ethan down, subtly shifting his glance between him and Becca. All three doctors were sitting on the edge of their seats as they waited for Ethan or Becca to confirm what was already apparent.

Becca wanted no part of this conversation, keeping a constant stream of wine flowing down her esophagus.

Ethan sat back and crossed his arms, his stare ready to kill, “My personal life is none of your concern.”

“Oh but it is,” Naveen said knowingly.

Becca’s eyes never left her glass.

Sienna and Naveen tried to salvage the conversation by moving onto lighter subjects such as hobbies and Naveen’s career. Elijah was very interested to learn about the old man’s childhood and how he found moving about the US over the years. Ethan was too dejected to contribute, and anyway he’d heard his mentor’s stories more times than he could recall. He could recount Naveen’s story of how his first day of residency went as easily as he could recite the alphabet backwards.

Ethan topped up everyone’s glass with the last of the red wine before setting off to the kitchen to clean up.

Becca noticed his retreat and helped clear off all their dishes while her friends were completely engrossed in a story she’d heard from Naveen before.

“You survived dinner,” she praised as she walked in.

Ethan was standing in front of the porcelain farmhouse sink with his sleeves rolled up and forearms deep in suds. Becca loaded up the dishwasher with plates, cutlery and any smaller items.

“I’m proud of you,” she told him.

“I’m stronger than I look.”

Ethan’s right sleeve began to slide down. She caught it just before it met the bubbles attached to his arm.

“Don’t I know it,” she winked as she folded the sleeve back in place.

Ethan let the utensil he was washing slip through his fingers. Becca was so close. And all this was all so… comfortable. The warm feeling of her skin grazing against his was enough to subside the panic rooted deep inside him. He went to rotate his body towards her, letting them be flush against one another. Becca’s hand trailed and tightened at his wrist, keeping him in place.

“Thank you for inviting us along.” She smiled so sincerely Ethan’s chest fluttered. “I don’t know what we would have done, god forbid the apartment actually floods.”

He smiled back graciously as his free hand moved to cover hers. “I’ll always protect you, Rookie.”

“I know.” She laced her fingers with his just above the waterline. “You always have my best interest at heart. Even if I don’t agree with it.”

With their affectionate gaze still locked he leaned over to kiss her hairline.

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A/N: Where do you want to see this series go? I have one more chapter written before I hit an impasse 😞

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47-shades-of-hitman · 4 years ago

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Twelve days of Agent 47 | Day 4

Day 4 - I just want you for my own

[Originally posted here]

[12 days Masterlist]

47 tags along on a Christmas party at your job and he prevents your ex-boyfriend from ruining your night.

Warnings: Slight harrasment

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Tasha shook 47’s hand with lots of fervour, “(Y/n) has told me so much about you! She never shuts up! Tobias this, Tobias that…”

“Oh, stop it!” you cried out, blushing furiously at her teasing. Natasha smirked at you, shrugging. “Nothing wrong with the truth. I think you two are cute! Now enjoy yourselves, and the punch is great!”

Agent 47 was a bit confused at that. Cute? Strange wording of your co-worker, really. Before he knew it, there was a glass of wine in his hand and you nipped on yours ever so slightly.

“I told you she could be a bit much.” you told 47 when Tasha had walked off to greet more of your colleagues entering the crowded room. Despite being here for only a few minutes, you were already warm and sweaty thanks to the poor air-conditioning and cramped space.

Funky Christmas music blared through the speakers and made it difficult to understand each other if you didn’t shout. You leaned against a standing table, a bowl of snacks on top of it as well as several empty glasses – you figured that Natasha had already downed several drinks before the evening even started.

You had donned your green dress once more and Agent 47 found it only fitting to dress the part, too, but seeing your co-workers in ugly sweaters and shaggy hoodies, you felt terribly over-dressed. Tonight wouldn’t be late – at least not here, at the Christmas party of your workplace – for neither you nor 47 were comfortable, but you had attended per Tasha’s insistence.

“How about some socializing?” you suggested, “I could introduce you to some of my colleagues.”

“Of course.” 47 said, letting you hook your arm around his, for even though he didn’t see a point in getting to know the people causing you misery almost every single day, he knew that you’d like it for him to have a few faces to imagine whenever you wallowed in your sorrows after long working days, complaining about everything and everyone.

47 never minded – he loved to listen to your voice whenever he could. But when the Holidays rolled around, he couldn’t let you go to the annual Christmas party on your own.

The evening seemed to get by just fine, with not too many irritations concerning a few co-workers you didn’t like. But when a way-too-familiar form appeared in the corner of your eye, your stomach lurched unpleasantly and whatever festive mood had settled in your mind seared away like a thin layer of snow in scorching sunlight.

You really, really didn’t want to let his presence sour your mood. No, Agent 47 looked way to good for that on your side, and his hand was way too snug around your waist to let him get to you.

The tall presence of your current lover and his piercing blue eyes did not withhold your ex-boyfriend Eric from approaching you, carrying two cups of punch.

“Hello, (Y/n). You look beautiful tonight.” he showed you a charming smile and you shuddered. “Eric.” you muttered, hiding behind your glass.

After you brought it from your lips again, he was still there, much to your dismay. He had invited himself to join you and 47 at the standing table.

“I brought you something.” Eric said, placing one of the cups in front of you. “Won’t you introduce me to baldie?” he quizzed, biting his bottom lip. Was he trying to be funny?

Agent 47 had, naturally, witnessed this scene unfolding and noticed your discomfort.

“I’m Tobias.” he said, holding out his hand for him to shake. Eric huffed and took it. “Name’s Eric McGuire, but I’m sure that you’ve heard about me. Back when (Y/n) and I were dating, she never shut up about me. Bet she misses me, don’t you, babygirl?”

You gulped the rest of your wine to prevent bile from creeping up into your mouth, and suddenly that punch seemed way too tempting to take. Your pride was stronger than that, and you didn’t even give it a second glance.

“Forty—Tobias is my boyfriend, Eric. Now get lost.”

Eric feigned hurt. “Oh, why the animosity? Aren’t you halfway in your thirties? Why so childish?”

You sighed, turning to 47 a bit more to block your ex from view as much as you could.

“That’s what you always did. Ignoring me for stupid reasons. Really bald guy, you’d do best if you just dumped her as fast as possible. She’s not that good in bed. I’m engaged, anyways.”

Grabbing 47’s hand, you tried to pull him with, “Come on, we’re leaving.”

But your lover stood his ground and narrowed his eyes at Eric, staring at him. “You strike me as a dashing feller, Eric.” he deadpanned, “Good smile, quite fit for your age, a tattoo on your arm. You must be such a happy man.”

Eric gleamed at the compliments – but you had figured that they weren’t heartfelt – and he put his hands on his hips before nodding proudly.

“Yes, yes. See, (Y/n), even your boyfriend gets it!”

“You are so happy that you try to flirt with your ex, and you’re such a good man that your fiancée has ordered you to be assassinated by the Italian Mafia.”

Your eyes widened, but Eric’s even wider.

“W-What…” “Have a good evening, Mr McGuire.”

Agent 47 swooped his arm around your waist and led you away. “What was that?!” you asked with a large grin on your face when you were out of earshot. “The Italian Mafia?!”

“Relax,” 47 said, smiling a little. It was nice to see him do so, and you turned to him, reaching for his cheek. “I just wanted to scare him a little.”

“Thank you.” you whispered, leaning up to press a light kiss to his lips. “But are you sure that there is no contract on him?”

“Well,” 47 mused, tapping your chin playfully.

“We’re not part of the Italian Mafia. How could we know?”

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cordonian-literature · 4 years ago

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The Aftermath - Ch. 18

News

SUMMARY: Drake gets a chance to talk with Riley, while Olivia and Hana begin their journey to Ramsford

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: Mention of character death

*All characters belong to Pixelberry, except those that are unique to my story (I’ve also used some characters and fictional instances from Donna Tartt’s “The Goldfinch”)*

A/N, 9/6/20: you don’t have to read this, but just as a heads up, i’ll probably be updating a bit less since school’s starting. i know i should have posted this notice last week.. but oops. anyways just wanna say thank you all for the likes, reblogs, and comments, it means the world to me. also my bad for not having replied to people recently

Catch up here

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- Drake -

After everyone had breakfast, the rest of the morning revolved around teaching Gabriel and Eleanor about Cordonian history, diplomacy, and courtly etiquette. Drake, Maxwell, Savannah, and Bartie helped the children in their lessons, while Rowan tagged along.

Liam had told Drake that him and Bertrand would be planning out announcements and a press conference, but also changing Gabriel’s name from Blaise to Rys. Liam was unsure whether it would be alright with Riley if he changed Eleanor’s last name, too, but he told Drake that he would rather leave Riley to herself for the time being.

Gabriel and Eleanor were fast learners. Near lunch, out of the eleven topics that were covered, they mastered almost all of them — except Gabriel fell a little behind on learning the Cordonian Waltz, and Eleanor was having a difficult time remembering her fork placement.

When Maxwell announced their achievements to Bertrand, he said not to get too enthusiastic, considering that it was easy to forget everything they learned. Liam on the other hand, was beaming, and during lunch quizzed Eleanor until she could put down forks and figure them out with her eyes closed (Liam didn’t let her practice that though).

After their plates were removed, Liam retreated into the ballroom with the children, focused on helping Gabriel master the waltz, and teaching them some other dances.

Eleanor picked up each dance quickly, and when she noticed her brother was falling behind, stopped following Liam and helped Gabriel.

“Wait wait wait!” she would occasionally exclaim when they were in the middle of a dance. They were each other’s partners, while Liam and Maxwell would guide them from the sidelines. Both children stared at their feet, and when Eleanor noticed that her brother’s foot placement was off, she would halt.

“You have to put your foot like this,” she would say while repositioning her brother’s feet. “If you do it the other way you’re going to fall!”

“No, I won’t!” Gabe defended himself.

Eleanor stood up straight, squinting at her brother with a partly mischievous, partly evil look in her eyes. “Fine.” she whispered suspiciously. “Then do it the way you were doing.”

They reposition themselves and go through the dance again, Gabriel half a beat behind. When they get to the part where Eleanor corrected him, Gabriel falls sideways.

“Told you so,” Eleanor says, giggling.

Liam helps Gabriel back onto his feet, then Maxwell demonstrates the dance again while both children watch.

Drake’s phone vibrates in his pocket. He leaves the ballroom to check it, wondering who would text him, when he sees that it’s a message from Jessica:

i miss you

Drake thinks, I don’t miss you, and is suddenly shocked with himself. Almost a month ago he was ready to marry this woman, but he hadn’t even thought about her this past week. He suddenly feels guilty, but then a little confused when he tries to remember the last time they talked. If she really missed him, shouldn’t she have contacted him sooner?

Drake turns back to the ballroom to see Liam and Maxwell applauding Gabriel and Eleanor. Sensing that there was nothing they needed his help with, Drake begins to make his way to his room, deciding that it was best to call Jessica.

On his way down the hall, he passes by an open door and suddenly hears someone call out his name. He slowly backs up to peer into the room, and finds Riley sitting on her bed. “What are you up to, Drake?” she asks.

“Oh, I was...” Drake trails off, looking down at his phone, wondering if he should go call Jessica, or take a seat with Riley.

He begins walking towards her. Motioning towards her cast he asks, “Does it still hurt?”

She looks down at it inquisitively and states, “Not really. Liam told me that a doctor would come to check in before dinner. Hopefully they’ll let me know when I can take it off.”

Noticing a chair in front of the vanity table, he pulls it next to her bed and takes a seat. Before either of them can say anything else, Drake’s phone vibrates again with another text from Jessica:

babe? call me when you get the chance

“Who is that?” Riley asks, leaning towards the phone.

“It’s, uh...” For a moment, Drake doesn’t know whether to announce to Riley that he had a girlfriend. He didn’t expect that having Riley back in his life would bring back the feelings he had for her as well. Because of those confusing emotions, Drake was unsure what to do with Jessica.

Of course he wanted to be honest with Riley, but telling her that he was already in a relationship would close any opportunity that they had.

What am I thinking? She’s got a kid with Liam. That door is already closed. There’s no point in keeping it from her.

“It’s just Jessica,” Drake finally tells her. He scratches the back of his neck before continuing, “We have... a history.”

“Really?” Riley smiles, playfully smacking his shoulder. “And here I was thinking that Drake Walker could never let anybody into his heart!”

Drake chuckles, but thinks to himself, Is there a chance she doesn’t remember when I told her I cared about her? It was ten years ago... maybe she remembers it differently.

After a few moments of silence, during which Riley stares at Drake, waiting for him to say something else, Drake cocks his head towards the door and says, “Eleanor’s doing great learning the Cordonian Waltz. Liam’s walking them through the Viennese Waltz right now.”

“Ella’s always loved music and dancing,” Riley states. She looks straight ahead, lost in thought. “When she was a baby and would get really fussy, we’d just put on some music and she’d calm down. She would always sway like she was dancing.” She turns back to Drake and continues, “Theo was the one who decided to sign her up for ballet. She was only five when he said we could put her on Broadway, but I didn’t want to put her in the spotlight.”

Well, with Liam back in your life, they’re not going to be kept away from the spotlight for much longer, Drake thinks to himself.

He clears his throat and says, “So what’s up with this Theo guy? How’d you end up married to him?”

Riley’s face falls, and she stares down into her lap. “We thought it would be temporary. I wanted to come back before it was time to have Gabe, but Theo said that it wasn’t safe in Cordonia.”

“What happened after you had Gabe?”

“It’s all just... a blur.” Her eyebrows furrow, and Drake notices a confusion in her eyes. He thinks it could also be a sort of sadness, but he doesn’t want to assume. “I couldn’t just bring a baby to another country and go up to Liam and say, ‘Hey, this is your son!’ I cut ties with everyone, so there was no way to get in contact. I couldn’t go and announce it publically, either. I just got out of a scandal. I didn’t want to jump right into another one. And I was just... so tired. And mad at Liam. I can’t even remember why I was mad at him, but the feeling is still there.”

Drake expects her to keep talking, but she doesn’t lift her head, and there’s a dark shadow over her face. She finally notices him staring at her, and Riley picks up her head with a smile.

“So,” she starts again. “Tell me about Jessica!”

Drake laughs, running a hand along the back of his neck. “A while after you left... I started going to this bar in the capital, just to have some time to myself. I just wanted to get away from the court permanently... but I couldn’t. Y’know, because of Liam. I couldn’t leave him alone.”

Drake takes a moment to look up at Riley. She’s no longer smiling.

“Anyway. I met a couple of guys, we became friends, they invited me to this party. Jessica was there and we hit it off. We actually were just friends in the beginning, bumping into each other at the bar sometimes. Then it was sort of like a friends with benefits thing, but when Savannah started asking me about it, she commented that we were practically dating. After a while I decided to officially ask her to—” he takes a moment to scan Riley’s expression. “—To, uh, be my girlfriend. We’ve been together since.”

Riley nods her head, trying to keep back a wide smile. “That is... a very simple and uncomplicated love life, Drake Walker. I’m happy you’ve found someone.”

Drake wanted to say something, but decided that there was a better time to talk to her about everything. He knew that she was in a weird position with Liam, and didn’t want to stress her.

“Exactly how long have you been with Jessica?” Riley continues to ask, her eyebrows raised.

“About... six years,” Drake answers.

“And...” Riley shakes her head, a curious look on her face. “You haven’t put a ring on it yet?”

Drake lets out a laugh and leans back in his seat. “Y’know, Liam said the same thing.”

She nods, but then a shadow falls over her face.

“Are things any better between you guys?” Drake asks. He knew that they were both having a difficult time, and it wasn’t really his business, but if there was anything he could do to help them, he would.

“We talked last night,” she states.

“And?”

“We decided that we have to talk more.” Riley chuckles, but the melancholy look on her face doesn’t lift.

Drake leans forward to put a hand on her knee. He was slightly confused at the reserve in her voice. “Do you want to talk to him?”

“Of course I do, Drake,” she states. When she turns to look at him, her eyes are moist. “I’ve wanted to talk to him for the past ten years! But now, I...”

“What?”

“I don’t know if I can.” Silence stretches between them. Drake respectfully doesn’t ask her to continue; he wasn’t going to force her to talk about it until she was ready.

Finally, she speaks up again. “Sometimes I had wished that he would forget about me. So I wouldn’t have to confront him. So I wouldn’t have to tell Gabe the truth.” Riley pauses for another few moments. “I talked to Theo about changing Gabe’s name to Rys a couple of years ago. I thought it would be a way for me to tell him everything, and it would be a way for both of us to get back to Liam. That never happened, though.”

“Why not?” Drake questions.

“Because even though I knew that there were so many things Gabe deserved through birthright... I... still hoped that Liam would have forgotten about me. I didn’t want to go back to all the pain... and I believed that if he forgot, there was no chance at him ever being angry at me for keeping Gabriel from him.” Her voice falters, and she stops talking.

“Brooks, you know Liam could never forget about you, right?”

She squints, and Drake thinks that she’s about to say something about his statement, but instead she just breathes, “Yeah.”

Minutes drag by, and neither of them speak again. Drake notices Riley thoroughly zoned out. He didn’t want to interrupt her thoughts, but he also didn’t want to leave her alone.

Drake forces himself to stand, than gives Riley a pat on the shoulder. “I’ll let you rest,” he says. They smile at one another, and he leaves the room.

- Olivia -

“‘His Majesty, King Liam, announces the return of his ten-year-old son to Cordonia,’” Olivia reads out loud to Hana. They were in a limo again, on their way to Ramsford after Liam’s request a few hours ago. He had also told them to keep a lookout in the news. Just a few moments before, Jacob had sent Olivia a link to an article titled Cordonia’s Heir Will Be Anointed — Ten Years Late?

Olivia continues reading, “‘Mothered by the infamous Riley Brooks, who made an appearance in Cordonia before King Liam’s Coronation, Gabriel Liam Rys has spent the first ten years of his life with his mother and recently deceased step-father, Theodore Blaise.

“‘Gabriel, along with his half-sister, Eleanor, lived in New York City while Cordonia and her king recovered from the treachery of foreign and domestic forces.

“‘A press conference is scheduled for a day before the Masquerade Ball, which will kick off the beginning of this year’s Social Season.

“‘Now, only one question remains: will recently widowed Lady Riley Brooks vie for King Liam’s hand again, or will the mother and daughter be swept aside in the boy’s royal rise?’”

“They are no less cruel, are they?” Hana wonders aloud.

Olivia sits back in her seat. “They can be as kind or as harsh as they want. At least Cordonians are aware.”

“There’s a possibility that some of them have lost trust in Liam,” Hana mentions.

“Of course the fools would. They don’t know that their king was as oblivious as them. And if Liam decides to tell them that he didn’t know he was a father, then all they’ll do is put the blame on Riley.”

The women scroll through their phones for a few more moments, before Hana speaks up and asks, “Did Liam tell you anything else? About Gabriel?”

Olivia puts down her phone and tries to remember her conversation with Liam. “No. But he said that he’s walking the children through a lesson plan of things that are important for them to know before the season starts.”

Hana nods. Both of them look out the window, watching the freezing mountains and icy roads shift into a floral, bright, and warm landscape.

...

“I told Neville that I decided to stay for the Social Season,” Hana states. For the past four hours, the two of them had sat in silence. Olivia would occasionally close her eyes to rest, and when she would open them again, saw Hana doing the same thing.

“Really?” Olivia exclaims, trying to hide the disgust in her voice. “And what did he say?”

Hana’s hands are tightly clasped together. She looks down at them and says, “He says that he doesn’t think he’ll make it to the Masquerade, Derby, or even the picnic, but says that he will be able to join the court at Lythikos.”

“What a doting husband,” Olivia jokes. She said that hoping to make Hana realize that her spouse was incompetent, but Hana’s head hangs low. “At least you’ll be able to enjoy the first few events without his abhorring presence.”

“Yes.” Hana looks up slightly. “And I hope Lady Riley will participate in the festivities.”

“I’m sure she will. I don’t believe she’ll allow her children to go through the season by themselves. Liam will of course be there, but it never hurts to have a motherly presence.”

They both glance off again, but Olivia turns back as her phone vibrates.

There’s a text message from Jacob. It’s a link to an article titled Breaking News!

Olivia opens the link and reads: “Queen Mother Regina has been pronounced dead of a suspected heart attack after being rushed to the hospital hours ago. Her quarters were searched and it was reported that some of her goblets from her famous antique collection have been stolen. Other artworks around the palace are missing as well. Are Cordonia’s enemies back? And if so, what’s with the artistic inclinations?”

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