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thebiasrekkers · 4 years ago

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Make It Right [BTS Mafia!AU]

Plot: “It’s always darkest before the dawn…” It’s a dog-eat-dog world in Seoul, South Korea. One has to dwell in the shadows in order to reach for the light. What are you willing to sacrifice in order to feel the sunlight on your face? What will it take to drag you back into darkness? How long will the journey be to make it right?

Rating: NC-17 // NSFW

Pairings: Jin x OC | Taehyung/Hoseok x OC | Yoongi/Jungkook x OC

Warnings: Graphic Violence (bloody violence), Heavy Language, Angst, Slow Burn, Smut

Additional Warnings: Graphic depiction of torture, graphic physical violence, captured/kidnapping, major character death

Previous Chapters: Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51

Links: FAQ || BTS Masterlist || Admin E’s AO3 || Admin E’s WP || [ REQUESTS ARE OPEN ]

Word Count: 5,133

Tag List: @prisczero, @pinkpjmin, @btsaudge, @flowerwrites06, @unoriginal-username15432, @halussali, @shrimpmsg,

AN: And it all goes downhill from here, Ladies...

Chapter 51: Begin

“I can’t stand you crying. I want to cry instead, although I can’t.”

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Seoul – Samseong; Gangnam District South Korea

9:45 AM

Jungkook was three steps from heading to the insane asylum.

One step represented each day that he hadn’t been able to track Eden down.

He barely heard the words of comfort that Jimin was giving him. He knew that it had something to do with it not being his fault, but how could it not have been? He hadn’t heard from his wife in three days, assuming she got wrapped up with family affairs and was too busy to check in on the first day. The second day had him concerned that she’d gotten hurt. By the third day, Jungkook was at his wit’s end.

Only to find out that she’d been snatched up before she ever got the chance to leave for Daegu. He shouldn’t have put her second to his job. He shouldn’t have let her leave their house to go to the train station alone.

He shouldn’t have let this happen.

The image of Eden’s beaten form in the video clip was branded across the forefront of his mind. Hoseok was angry, determined to track down the Jade Fang members who’d done this. Jungkook was angry that they were still part of the equation. They should have been eliminated years ago.

It wasn’t like they weren’t aware of what Im Changkyun was capable of. They’d seen the vicious things he’d done while they were Jade Fang members themselves. He didn’t think it was necessary to attend district meetings, feeling the rest of the bosses were beneath his standards of proper mafia leadership. Hoseok was his only equal and it appeared that he continued to see him as such.

Divine Intervention prevented Jungkook from leaving the house that night and storming the stronghold of the Jade Fangs alone. He would have burned every single one of their businesses down; he was determined to do so. Jimin escorted him home that night and there was a parcel waiting at home for Jungkook. His brother made him a drink and when Jungkook opened the package, he collapsed on the floor and cried until he could barely breathe.

It was a gift Eden prepared for him for his birthday – a handmade model of his dream car. Seated in the car were miniature figures of Eden and himself. He didn’t remember passing out. He didn’t remember Jimin tucking a blanket over him. He could only remember Eden’s face, smiling as they shared breakfast together the morning she was taken.

“Jungkook-ah,” called Jimin, pulling Jungkook out of his inner musings. There was concern painted over his brother’s face and he took a breath, waiting for him to continue. “I think we’ve covered everywhere here.”

Jungkook said nothing. Instead, he pulled out the small notebook he carried with him and scratched out Gangnam from the list. For two and a half days, they combed every single section of Gangnam they could. There was a part of him that knew that the Jade Fangs wouldn’t be so arrogant to hold her hostage in their former territory. But there was also a part of him that could reason Im Changkyun doing something so ridiculous as a form of “poetic justice” against them.

To him, the Golden Jackals never disbanded.

“What about the others?”

Jimin sighed, leaning against the driver’s side door of the car. “They’re hitting the other areas. Hoseok called in some favors from the other district bosses to let us through.”

All Jungkook did was nod. There was something off about this whole situation. Very off. There shouldn’t have been a single obstacle in the way of the other district heads when it came to taking over their territories. Yongsan and Gangnam were completely up for grabs; Hoseok said as much. Jungkook could only guess that Changkyun’s influence prevented them from stepping a single foot into their turf. He more than likely was determined to get Hoseok and the others back so they could do a mass district takeover.

“I don’t like that Tae Hyung went off by himself,” he suddenly said, meeting Jimin’s gaze.

“Yeah,” he replied softly, “I don’t either.”

Jungkook frowned. “He still hasn’t checked in yet?”

“No.”

He didn’t want to prod any further. Jimin was probably more worried about Taehyung than any of them. While it was unsurprising that he went off on his own, it was unlike him to not have checked in by now. Taehyung wasn’t a morning person, which was why they all knew that he hadn’t slept while he was on the hunt.

Then again, none of them were really sleeping.

A soft ache throbbed at Jungkook’s temple. He pressed a hand to his chest, taking a small amount of comfort in feeling his wedding band dangling from the necklace chain. He didn’t know how much longer he could handle not knowing what was happening with Eden.

“Hyung, I—”

“She’s fine, Jungkook-ah.” Jimin’s words sliced through his own, as if he’d already predicted what he was going to say. When he met his brother’s gaze, he saw the reassuring smile tinged with just a hint of worry. “If I know her, she’ll make them regret the day they decided to take her.”

“Not before I do.”

Suddenly, Jimin and Jungkook’s phones chimed simultaneously – indicating they received a message. Both looked at their phones immediately and Jungkook felt his heart rate escalate. It wasn’t a matter of him losing hope as seeing the message renewed his vigor.

It was from Taehyung.

Taehyung: I found her. She’s near Namyangju in Gyeonggi-do. Somewhere in the Industrial District. I’m heading back now.

Jungkook looked at Jimin the same time he did. Without uttering a word, they flung the doors open to the car and hopped in. Jimin fired up the engine and punched it, speeding out of Gangnam. Jungkook stared at his phone as more messages came through from the others. It didn’t take him long to figure out that they were closer to that location than everyone else. It was a half an hour drive, traffic willing.

They’d get there first.

10:17 AM

Namyangju – Gyeonggi Province South Korea

Jungkook felt like it took them a hundred years to get to their destination. With every mile marker they passed, it brought him one step closer to finding Eden. One step closer to bringing her home. He clung to the smallest shreds of his willpower not to scream at Jimin to drive faster. They didn’t need to get into any kind of accident before they reached her.

Jimin swung the car into an empty street, the desolate district eerie even in the morning light. Jungkook tumbled from the passenger side, all but tearing his seatbelt from his body in the process. Jimin called after him, but he paid him no mind. His legs ate up the ground as he ran headlong into the central area of the decrepit buildings.

No one lived in the abandoned sections of the province anymore, but the government hadn’t bothered with tearing it down. His hope began to dwindle, realizing just how expansive the district was. It would take them hours to find her at this rate.

Resisting the urge to scream, he slowed to a jogging pace before stopping altogether. Running around blindly without a single clue as to where to look would get him nowhere. They were just wasting time. There was even the chance that the group would up and relocate themselves before they could even have a chance at finding them.

Eden would be lost forever.

He heard Jimin run up behind him, clapping a hand to his shoulder. Jungkook did his best to tether his scattered thoughts, chasing away the worst possibilities from his mind. He needed to calm down and think.

“There were a few cars parked near the back,” he said after catching his breath, “we might need to go up top to get a better idea of where they might be.”

Jungkook nodded, pointing straight ahead. “I’ll head to that building down there. Text me if you find anything.”

Just as he was about to take off, Jimin grabbed him – halting his movements.

“No, we stick together.” Jungkook opened his mouth to protest, but Jimin’s glare quickly silenced him. “If something happens, we won’t be able to do anything alone. We’re stronger together.”

While he wanted to argue, he knew that his brother was right. Even if splitting up would help them cover more ground, there was a good chance that they wouldn’t have a way to defend themselves if they got caught in a sticky situation. Jungkook did his best to push down his mounting impulsivities. Charging in blindly was foolish and would most likely get them killed.

“Alright, Hyung,” Jungkook said, relenting, “let’s go together.”

Not wasting another moment, they tore off down the center of the district – eyes rapidly searching in every direction their necks would allow them to turn.

10:32 AM

Minutes crept by at a snail’s pace.

Jungkook did everything he could to keep his head together. There were too many horrifying images playing rapidly in his head, like a flipbook that ended in blood splatters. Jimin stayed at his side, matching his pace as well as his fervor. Every so often, they would stop to peek into various buildings. They climbed up to higher vantage points to get a better lay of the area, dipping off to resume their search.

Everything looked so dead from the inside out.

A scream tore through the vast emptiness, causing Jungkook to trip over his own feet and he came crashing to the ground. Jimin was immediately beside him, grabbing him by the arm and hoisting him back up. Jungkook’s heart pounded double-time in his chest; it hurt. A cold sweat broke out over his skin and he couldn’t stop his body from trembling, even though Jimin rubbed small circles on his back.

“E-Eden,” he barely managed to croak, his legs shaking to the point where it was difficult to stand. Jimin continued to hold him up. “That was her!”

The sound was close.

Jimin said nothing. He continued to guide them along the path, turning around corners until he heard his wife scream again. It was even closer. They were almost to her!

He felt his brother release the hold he had on him and Jungkook involuntarily sagged against the side of a building. He didn’t know where they were or how deep into the district they’d gone. Jimin’s expression was focused and if he was feeling any sort of turmoil, it never showed. Not once.

The building they were pressed against was yellowed from age and neglect. Numerous cracks ran along the sides and bits of paint were peeling back; some pieces flying away from even the slightest gust of wind. The window had a long crack running from an upward angle to the corner of the pane; dirty and smudged. Jimin wiped a hand across the bottom to get rid of the dirt so he could see inside. Jungkook sidled up beside him to peek in as well.

He could feel Jimin’s vice-like grip on his shoulder, pinning him in place. Jungkook’s vision blurred momentarily before regaining focus, zeroing in on the image of his wife strung up like some animal. There were a few lackeys around and appeared to be bored – as if they were waiting for something interesting to happen. Jungkook felt the muscle at his jaw throbbing viciously as he clenched his teeth, grinding them in anger.

He wanted a gun. He would have emptied a clip into every single one of them.

Jungkook tried to move, but Jimin wouldn’t let him go.

“Hyung!” came his harsh whisper, but Jimin shook his head roughly.

“Wait, Jungkook,” he hissed back, finally letting him go, “just wait.”

“I can’t, dammit!”

“You can and you will.” Jimin’s words were final. “We don’t even know what kind of weapons they have in there. If Changkyun’s willing to play dirty like this, there’s no guarantee that his men won’t fill us full of holes with guns they obtained illegally.”

Jungkook wanted to protest, but he knew that Jimin was right. They needed to assess the situation fully before making a move. If they ran in there blindly without understanding what they were up against, there was a chance that Eden would die in the crossfire.

“So what now?”

Jimin continued to look through the window and he could see the wheels in his head turning. Strategy was his strongest suit so Jungkook did his best to be as patient as possible. A handful of seconds passed before he turned to meet his gaze.

“I’m going to go in from the front.”

“What?!” Jungkook gave him an incredulous look. “That’s crazy. Are you crazy?!”

“Shut-up and listen to me.” Jimin turned to look back through the window. “I’m going to draw their attention to me. This window is loose so as soon as I get them to chase me, I want you to go in and grab Eden and then get the hell out of here.”

He didn’t like this plan.

“There’s ten of them, Hyung. Maybe more. You can’t outrun them all.”

Jimin grinned, still peering into the building. “I can try.”

Jungkook grabbed his shoulder. “Hyung!”

He felt his arm being yanked off abruptly, causing him to take a step back. Jimin cast an icy glare in his direction.

“Do what I say.”

He wanted to protest again. He wanted to tell him that this was suicide. They should wait for the others. Wouldn’t that have been the smart thing?

But if they waited too long, then they may miss their chance. The Jade Fangs could probably swarm them, call for more men, and then overtake them completely. Jungkook knew that the plan was the best option they had right now.

It didn’t mean he had to like it.

Without waiting for him to agree or even disagree, Jimin turned and ran down one side of the building. He rounded the corner and disappeared on the other side, leaving Jungkook alone to wait. There was a distinct feeling of dread sweeping over him, telling him that there was danger to watch out for. But wasn’t that obvious? Didn’t they understand that, knowingly showing up to this place?

This was unavoidable.

A loud bang rang out inside the large interior. Jungkook peered over the bottom of the window, craning his neck as best he could. Light flooded into the dark space as he watched Jimin’s shadow stretching along the floor. All the men inside turned around, grabbing what weapons they had near them to launch an assault. Jimin immediately dispatched one of the lackeys close to the door before turning to run away from the building. All but two gave chase.

Now!

Jungkook thrust the window open, causing it to break further from the force. He leaped in through the opening and charged forward. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction caused by his entrance, Jungkook barreled into the man closest to him – taking him down with a swift grappling throw. The man landed on his head; a distinct crack heard from his skull smacking into the concrete.

He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, a flash of silver, and he dodged at the last second. Whirling his body around, he jumped back with his arms extended out as another man tried to hit him with a metal bat. Jungkook bobbed and weaved out of the way, moving just out of reach at the last possible moment. Pivoting on his back leg, he waited for the man to try to swing at him again before catching the bat in his hand and pulling it toward him. The man slid on his heels, the distance closing rapidly. Jungkook aimed a kick straight for his stomach and sent him flying.

He brought the bat down over the man’s head for good measure.

With the two men unconscious, Jungkook swerved around and ran toward Eden. He did his best to avoid looking at her injuries, not wanting to distract himself from the most important task he had: freeing her. As he looked at her restraints, he did his best to concentrate on her face. She was semi-conscious, the noise bringing her out of whatever fugue state she was in.

“J-Jungkook-ah?” She coughed. “Y-You shouldn’t be here…”

“Shh,” he admonished, his eyes flicking over her bindings, “save your strength.”

His hands moved with lightning speed, fidgeting over the ropes and chains binding her as she hung from a large hook attached to the ceiling. When he finally managed to loosen the ropes, he lifted her up by her waist so he could untether her from the hook. Her arms dangled limply around his neck; the chains clamped around her wrists jingling together with the sudden movement.

Her body lacked the strength to keep herself upright and she nearly collapsed to the ground. Jungkook held fast to her, moving her arms over his head so he could undo the chains around her wrists. He could tell she’d lost weight and she seemed almost a shell of who he knew her to be. He focused on getting her to safety – choosing to smother his fury into the pit of his stomach.

“Go,” she whispered as he held onto her, “get out of here.” She coughed again. “Leave me.”

“Not a chance in hell,” he snapped, draping her arm over his shoulder as he held onto her waist, “now come on.”

Jungkook wouldn’t hear anymore of this nonsense, even if it was coming from the woman he loved. She was barefoot, but there wasn’t any glass on the ground. If she didn’t think she’d be able to walk, he’d carry her on his back and dare her to say otherwise.

Shuffling toward the entrance, he could hear men yelling in the distance. But it sounded like it was getting closer. Jimin was circling back, probably to make sure that they’d gotten out. If they could hold out a little longer, the others would come and then they could cause a big enough scene to get the hell out.

Just as he reached the entryway, he turned to make sure the two men he’d dealt with were still on the ground. Satisfied that they weren’t going to be getting up anytime soon, he turned back toward the exit.

A shadow moved from the corner. Eden saw it before he did. Jungkook shuffled to the left. He was half a step short.

The pain didn’t register at first. All he could focus on was Yoo Kihyun who was now directly in his path to freedom. It wasn’t until he saw the older man take a step forward that Jungkook took a step back. But not of his own freewill. He was forced to step back.

The knife in his gut pushed him to move.

Eden screamed but he barely heard it. Jungkook nearly dropped her, but his stubbornness wouldn’t allow her to fall. Not in front of him; her captor. A chilling smile painted over Kihyun’s face as he tilted his head, peering into Jungkook’s eyes. It was like he was asking him what his next move would be without having to say it out loud. For a split second, Jungkook’s vision blurred.

Releasing the hold he had on Eden’s arm, he grabbed a hold of the knife and pushed back – pulling the blade slowly from his gut. Kihyun blinked in surprise at him, watching as he drew the older man’s arm away from his body while still holding his wife fast to him. Again, Eden screamed, but this time she moved with whatever strength was left in her body – arms reaching out in a feral manner.

She scratched her nails across Kihyun’s face, forcing him to reach up and cover his cheek. Jungkook stepped forward, pulling the knife completely from his stomach, before spinning it in his blood-soaked fingers to grasp the blade’s handle. Kihyun stumbled backward a step and Jungkook quickly closed the distance, plunging the knife directly into his shoulder and aiming a kick to his knee. He waited for him to hit the dirt before pulling Eden quickly behind him.

He didn’t have to express the need for urgency.

They both disappeared into a nearby cluster of reeds.

10:45 AM

Blood wept from the side of Jimin’s head as he rounded the corner of a building. He held onto a rusty metal pipe, clutching it at his side. He knew one of his ribs were broken, if not two, and there was a good chance he very nearly sprained his ankle hopping over a broken-down car to avoid being clobbered with a length of chain. He quickly did a tally in his head, making a note that he was able to knock down four of the eight that were chasing him. Two of them he tripped up along their pursuit and the rest were now trying to comb the nearby streets in search of him.

Hearing Eden’s scream forced him to double back toward the building where he’d left Jungkook. It wasn’t the sound of agony. It was of outrage. Something must have happened. He needed to get back to them and quickly.

Jimin wiped some of the sweat and blood from his head, spitting at the ground. Once his heart calmed down, he tried to ascertain his whereabouts. Just two buildings over and he’d be right back where he’d started.

Come on, Park Jimin. Calm down and focus.

His phone buzzed in his pocket and he fished it out, eyeing the screen. It was from Yoongi.

Yoongi: We’re almost there! Where are you guys? Give us a landmark!

Taking a moment to breathe, he turned his head in every direction to try and gauge a decent landmark for the others to follow. There was a cluster of blue barrels far away from the abandoned buildings, just toward the edge where a large field of reeds were. He quickly texted him back, letting him know the location.

He slid the phone back into his pocket, gripping the metal pipe in both hands. Now he just needed to get back to Jungkook who, he hoped, had Eden in tow.

His phone buzzed again; this time in succession. Someone was calling him.

Dipping into a nearby building, he hunkered down in a shadowed corner to look at the phone. It was Jungkook. He answered.

“Jungkook-ah?”

“H-Hyung…”

Jimin could tell something was wrong.

“Where are you?”

“T-The…the reeds…”

He had to refrain from cursing. There were reeds in every direction. He took a breath to calm his nerves.

“What else do you see around you?”

There was a pregnant pause and he wondered if something was happening with the call.

Jimin-ah?”

It was Eden. His heart practically jumped into his throat.

“Oh, thank God he got you out. Are you alright?”

“Never mind that. Jungkook’s hurt.”

He could hear the frantic tone in her voice. Jimin tried to smooth his voice out in a way that would help take the edge off for her.

“Okay, just breathe. Can you tell me where you guys are right now?”

“I can’t really see anything. The reeds are so thick.”

“Can you see any barrels around you?”

“Hold on.”

It was only a few seconds, but Jimin felt like he was losing years off his life as he waited for her to answer.

“I can see some blue ones. But they’re far away.”

He resisted the urge to smile. They weren’t that far from his current location.

“How far?”

“Several yards. They’re across that dirt path.”

“Okay, good.” His side screamed at him from the position he was in, but he ignored it. “I want you to meet me there, okay?”

It sounded like she was about to sob which unnerved him.

“Can’t you just come here? Jungkook’s hurt badly and I don’t have the strength to carry him.”

Jimin hissed quietly to himself. I told him to be careful… He took a breath. “Alright, I’ll come to you. I’ll be there soon.”

“Hurry!”

Ending the call, Jimin slipped out the back of the building and made his way around the next bend. Part of him wanted to throw the pipe off in a different direction, hoping the noise would distract others away from his path. But if they got flanked, he’d need a way to defend Eden, Jungkook, and himself. Especially if Jungkook was as hurt as Eden claimed he was.

This isn’t good, he thought, tearing through the back alleyway and heading up the side of the street to disappear into the thicket of reeds.

10:57 AM

Even though he knew he’d only traveled a few blocks, it felt like he’d been moving for miles. Each turn he made, Jimin thought he was getting more and more lost. Every so often, he’d turn his head to look over his shoulder and spy out the buildings – making sure that he was still on a straight path to the others. He heard some of the other men shouting at each other, trying to figure out where they’d gone, and each of these times, Jimin would pause so that he didn’t give away his position.

Just as he was about to resume his search, he heard a distinct shuffling sound off to his right. It was close.

“J-Jimin-ah? Is that you?”

It was Eden. She sounded exhausted and halfway to the underworld, but it was her. Jimin quickly darted in the direction of her voice, parting the reeds in front of him as he went.

A lump of ice dropped in his stomach at what he saw.

There, cradled in her arms, was Jungkook. A large blood stain blossomed from his shirt and he saw Eden pressing his jacket to his stomach and putting pressure on the injury. She was crying, doing her best to keep her sobs nonexistent so they didn’t alert the others of where they were. She looked up, relief and despair battling for dominance over her features. Jimin dropped the pipe in his hands, his legs slowly carrying him toward Jungkook just as he spit up blood from his mouth.

“J-Jungkook-ah,” he stammered, collapsing to his knees.

Despite the obvious pain he was in, Jungkook flashed him a smile full of blood-stained teeth. “H-Hyung,” he managed to get out, albeit garbled from a mouthful of blood, “what took you so long?”

Jimin didn’t have the energy to snap back. He felt like part of his soul just left him completely. His eyes roved over Jungkook’s body, trying to figure out the cause of his brother’s current state. He lifted his gaze to meet Eden’s.

“What happened?”

“It was Kihyun,” she said weakly while brushing some of the fringe off of Jungkook’s forehead, “he came out of nowhere and—”

“That doesn’t matter,” Jungkook interjected, causing them both to focus on him, “Hyung, get her out of here.”

Another piece of his soul was pulled away.

“W-What?”

Eden shifted him in her arms, clinging to him in desperation. “I’m not leaving you!”

“Yes, you are.” Jungkook reached up to his neck, grabbing the necklace and popping it off in one quick motion. He smeared blood over his skin and clothes, holding it up for Eden. “Take it and go.”

She emphatically shook her head and Jimin could tell that even doing this was zapping her of what strength she had left.

“You bastard,” she muttered, curling her fingers into the fabric of his jacket, “how can you expect me to leave you? Huh?” Eden lowered herself, pulling him against her body to hug him close. “Till death do us part, remember?”

Jungkook did his best to wrap an arm around her, coughing more blood out and staining her shirt. “…and this…is where…we part.”

Eden shot back, looking down at Jungkook as tears streamed down her face, dripping onto his cheeks.

“J-Jungkook,” she stammered, her bottom lip trembling as her voice shook.

Again, he smiled up at her. “I love you, Eden.” He grabbed her hand and placed the necklace inside her palm, closing her fingers over it. “If…if I’m reborn, let me love you in the next life too, okay?”

Jimin could hear his own heart shattering in his chest.

“Hyung…take her and go.”

“But Jungkook-ah—”

“Please.”

Tears leaked out of Jimin’s eyes. It took everything he had, but he stood up and crossed over to where Eden was. She continued to hold onto her husband, refusing to let go even as Jimin tried to pull her up and onto her feet. She fought him but even she knew that she didn’t have the strength to keep it up. Jimin held her against him and they both gazed at the satisfied and peaceful expression on Jungkook’s face. He nodded to them, mouthing for them to go.

Jimin turned, hauling Eden with him as she wailed silently into the crook of his shoulder.

I’ll come back for you, Jungkook. I won’t leave you alone out here...

11:05 AM

He knew that it was only a few minutes since he watched Eden and his brother leave. In those few minutes, Jungkook believed it was several lifetimes. In those few minutes, he thought back to everything that led to this very moment. All the choices he’d made, the road he’d traveled, and the people he’d traveled on that road with along the way.

He regretted nothing up until that moment.

The only thing he knew he would have to repent for would be leaving his beautiful wife behind alone. They’d had a few chapters written in their life together, but they were pages filled with hopes and dreams for an uncertain future. Life never gave guarantees. The only certainty for life was death. It was the same for everyone.

The sun was reaching its peak over the skies. There were very little clouds littering the pale blue blanket above him and he wasn’t sure if it was the bright light that was making it difficult to see or something else. Jungkook lost feeling to the lower half of his body nearly two minutes earlier.

Again, he coughed and more blood sprayed from his mouth. Tears brimmed his eyes, slipping from the corners to seep into his ears.

My brothers…

Jungkook could feel his eyelids growing a little heavier with each passing second, but he forced them to stay open.

Eden…

But the darkness began to creep around the corners of his vision, blurring out the light until it was a faint glow in his line of sight.

He wanted to keep feeling the warmth of the sun on his face until the very end.

…until we meet again.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 6 years ago

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Meeting the band; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey all well will you belive I have another part of my Rock Angel chapter for you all. This time this is the very beginning, from when you the reader first get the internship and the bonding between the band members began. I am soo happy to see everyone liking this series and I hope to have a new chapter up which will soon lead to about 3-5 more chapters that are already complete. Enjoy my lovelies :)

Warnings: Meeting the band (obviously), fluff, now I mention the Queen song “Don’t try suicide” so some description of suicide (NOT SELF inflicted) but if anything suicide is trigger to anyone THIS IS YOUR WARNING. Other than that not really anything else,

Taglist *open*

@onebigfangirlworld

@mr-badguymercury

@phantom-fangirl-stuff

@labessieisallama

@starswin

@naturalswifty89

@isabella-bby

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*September 5th, 1980*

My name is (y/n) (l/n). Yeah, yeah I know it sounds common but aren’t all names like that? I’m 18 years old currently enrolled at University studying music, specifically songwriting and accompaniment, hoping one day to maybe become a Rockstar like all the top ones like David Bowie, Elton John, but above all else, Queen.

Yes the famous rock and roll band that came out in the 70’s and just skyrocketed the charts. Doing something that no other artist has done in history. Combining genres, mixing them up to create a master piece, like their song Bohemian Rhapsody.

Ohh I will never forget the first day I heard that song on the radio, in fact that song is what inspired me into wanting to also study music accompaniment, maybe I could get that creative and maybe mix some genres of my own one day, or mix up different instruments like they do.

And I’ll never forget the first time I saw Queen in concert. It was my 16th birthday and a friend of mine had a brother who was working backstage as a stage handler for a Queen concert they were going to do in London, so my friend managed to nab two tickets for us and that night changed me forever. I had fallen more in love with the band than ever before.

So when the time came for University and Jim Beach, the current manager for Queen themselves had announced to my University that he was looking for an intern to help him manage the band, of course I jumped at the chance to do it. Of course I was one of hundreds if not thousands of students trying to get the same internship, plus I’m just a freshman at this point so the chances of me getting that well…..

One in a million.

Well it seemed my parents were smiling at me from Heaven because the following week at my flat that I shared with my boyfriend, I got a letter from Jim Beach himself telling me that he had accepted my internship, thinking that this internship could help me more by gaining more experience firsthand.

So here I am. Standing right outside Trident studios ready to start my new semester off as an intern to Jim Beach and potentially Queen.

I took a deep breath and entered inside.

Inside I could see some people walking through the lobby. I walked up to a woman who was sitting at the front desk and I said to her.

“Hello.”

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Yes I’m here to see Jim Beach, I’m (y/n) (l/n).”

“Oh yes the student intern, just have a seat and I’ll phone Mr. Beach of your arrival.” I thanked her and took my seat while she phoned up Mr. Beach. I waited and waited for about five minutes until finally a man with cowlicked grey hair, wearing a full on grey suit came down and he came up to me and said my name.

“Yes.”

“Welcome to Trident records, I’m Jim Beach.” He held out his hand and I shook it as I said.

“Mr. Beach I just want to say it’s an honor that you chose me out of hundreds if not thousands of other interns.”

“Oh please Mr. Beach sounds weird, call me Jim darling,” he corrected me. Wow okay so my boss wanted to go by a first name basis, okay easy for me.

“Okay Jim.” I smiled and then he said.

“Come on, let me give you the tour and then you’ll be given your first assignment for the day.” I then followed him further past the lobby and was shown and told about all the locations of every important room that I needed to know.

So after getting the tour and making myself an official member of the building, I was given my first task of checking out the recording booth and making sure that all the instruments were in tuned. So here I am in the actual recording booth that Queen themselves and probably hundreds of other artists do their recordings at.

After tuning up a couple of the guitars, my attention soon turned to a grand piano. I then began to remember back when I was a little girl how my mother first taught me how to play, and I remember the first song she ever taught me.

You see it was my parents who helped inspire music in me, no they weren’t famous musicians but they loved music so much, that it was actually at a concert they first met each other at. And ever since then music had become a part of their lives.

But when I was just 8 years old, they were killed in a car crash. It was rainy and they decided to go up for a drive but their car slipped off the road and they both were killed before they even reached the hospital. I was then given to my aunt and uncle since my aunt was my mom’s older sister.

Ever since that day, I never touched a piano again. Thinking of how much pain it remembered every time I would try to play, it’d bring back all the grief and sorrow knowing that my parents were gone.

But for some reason it felt like my mom was telling me to go for it. I gently stroked the keys so lightly they didn’t make a sound. I took a seat and I softly began playing the song my mum first taught me and I then began to sing.

As I began playing the song, all the lessons we had together came back to me as I began to play the piano with more passion as I kept singing.

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*Me*

Now I've heard there was a secret chord That David played, and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this the fourth, the fifth The minor fall and the major lift The baffled king composing "Hallelujah"

Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah

You say I took the name in vain I don't even know the name But if I did, well really, what's it to you? There's a blaze of light in every word It doesn't matter what you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah

*3rd Person POV*

They had finally arrived at the studios to talk to Jim or as Freddie liked to call him, Miami about their next upcoming album that they had in mind. When they passed by the recording booth, Freddie Mercury stopped and could hear singing.

“Come on Fred you’re gonna make us late, and we’re already late as it is.” Urged Brian.

“Shh Brian, don’t you hear that?” They all stayed quiet and John said.

“Someone’s singing.”

“Yes, but just who is that angel singing?” Freddie said as he walked on towards the recording studio. He quietly opened the door and soon the four members of Queen came upon to see a young girl with (h/l) (h/c) wearing a simple pair of jeans, t-shirt and jacket playing the piano as well as singing.

She was playing on the piano and as it turned out the voice was coming from her. They silently walked up towards the door and they each showed a look of wonderment at how beautiful this young girl’s singing voice was.

They were especially impressed with how she could control her voice from making it raw and vulnerable of an alto to an angelic soprano.

I did my best, it wasn't much I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you And even though it all went wrong I'll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelu- Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelu- Hallelujah

*My POV*

“That was beautiful love.” I turned around in shock and gasped. For standing right before me were the four boys of Queen.

Freddie Mercury, Brian May, Roger Taylor and John Deacon.

“Sorry we didn’t mean to intrude, we just….we were on our way to meet with Jim when we heard you singing, you’ve got quite the voice there love.” Oh my god. Brian May just complimented my singing, ohh what Jade and Chloe wouldn’t give to hear that?

“What’s your name dear?” John Deacon asked. But before I could answer, we all heard Jim’s voice call out my name.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n) have you finished with the…..well about time you boys showed up.” Jim said almost scolding the boys of Queen.

“Sorry we’re late Jim, traffic was just god awful.” Said John.

“So your name’s (y/n).” Roger said as he turned back towards me.

“Ahh I see you gentlemen have met my new intern (y/n) (l/n).”

“Miami how could you hide this girl from us? She has a gift that must be shared with the world!” praised Freddie.

At this point I was blushing mad, I must be redder than the reddest apple if not even blood itself.

“Freddie, she’s a student at the University going for her internship credits. I just hired her today.” Jim stated.

“Still Miami it’s no excuse from hiding her from us! Darling you must play for us some more.”

“I…..”

“I’m sorry Fred but we really must discuss issues up in my office and I’m afraid (y/n) has work to do. I expect to see all of you in my office in the next 25 seconds. We have a lot to discuss. Come along (y/n).” Jim said. I shyly walked past the boys of Queen and just as I passed Freddie, I felt him take my arm and he whispered to me.

“I still hope to hear another song from you one day darling.” He then released my arm and I quickly raced out of the recording booth.

I leaned up against the wall and exhaled a long breath of air that I didn’t even know I had in me.

“I assume you’re a big fan of the boys?” Jim said as he came up to me.

“Yeah, I saw them in concert one time too, changed my life forever. Just what they can do with music that’s what’s inspired me into also having my concentration be music arraignment along with songwriting. But I promise you sir I won’t let that distract me from my work! I swear. I will be professional around Queen 24/7.”

“Ahh don’t worry about it love. They all seem to like you, and that’s a rare case in itself. Not a lot of interns end up being liked by them cause they either fuck up the job or are just trying to get a shag with each of them. And plus I know that if I were to fire you, I’ll never hear the end of it from Freddie.” I smiled softly and then he told me to go run a few files down to Jessica at floor 12.

Three days later and I had just gotten done with my classes for the day and I was now on my way to the studio. Once I got there, Jim told me that I was to sit in with the boys during their recording and give them whatever they wanted since he was currently swamped with paper work.

So here I was in the recording booth keeping an eye on the boys while I was getting some homework done since I was to stay here till 10pm which meant I had 10 more hours left. But right now the boys seemed to struggle with one of their recent songs as they were now arguing and almost ready to throw down. So I tried to lighten up the mood.

“I’m gonna get something to drink down the street, you boys want anything?”

“I’ll take a coffee darling, black 2 sugars.” Said Freddie.

“I’m good thank you (y/n).” said John.

“I’ll take a chamomile tea.” Brian said.

“I’ll also have a coffee with 1 and 3/7th sugar please.” Roger said.

“Oh god here we go again” I heard Brian mutter.

“Shut it!” Roger said as he punched Brian in the air. I smiled softly and said.

“Okay so one black coffee two sugars, chamomile tea, and one coffee 1 and 3/7th sugar? Last call if anyone wants anything? John you sure I can’t pick you up a snack or something?”

“I’m sure (y/n), don’t worry about me.” He said with a soft smile. I nodded then I left the studio and headed down the street to a nearby coffee shop that I’ve come to call a second home ever since I began this internship.

I entered inside and stood in line and luckily it wasn’t as busy at it usually was so right after the person in front of me ordered, I went ahead and placed the order in for the boys and I also got me my favorite brand of tea, Jasmine. Once I paid for the teas and coffees I waited for my order and I reminded the cashier that for Roger’s coffee it needed to be 1 and 3/7th exactly otherwise he’ll throw an even bigger fit. It took a while but I was finally given my order and once I got the drinks I walked the three blocks back to the studio.

When I arrived back at the studio, I wanted to make sure of something regarding Roger’s drink. Because like Roger my friend Chloe always takes her coffee with a weird fraction of sugar and if its larger than that, since she has a health condition that can’t allow her to have a certain amount of sugar, she ends up having a body meltdown out so I wanted to make sure Roger got the exact amount he needed.

I opened up the lid of his drink and dipped a finger inside to have a quick taste and I knew right away that that was too much sugar. Like they gave it 7/1th sugar. Quickly thinking, I went to the rec room and dumped out Roger’s coffee and prepared the coffee in the coffee machine and then I measured myself the 1 and 3/7th Roger required.

I then poured the sugar into the coffee cup and stirred it up and after a bit I stopped and checked it again and was satisfied with the result. I put the lid back on top and back on the tray and headed back to the studio.

When I returned, the boys were now just sitting around with either grimed or pissed off faces.

“Drinks are here.” I said. I walked over to Freddie and handed him his coffee. He took it and took a sip of it as I headed over to Brian and handed him his chamomile tea, I then headed over to Roger and he said.

“About bloody time, hope they didn’t screw it up again.” He took his cup and I took my Jasmine tea and as I headed back to my little table where Jim usually sits, I heard Roger say. “Huh, they strangely got it right this time.”

“Actually they didn’t. They added too much sugar to it.” I said as I sat down at the desk.

“Ahh fuck!”

“But I fixed it up in the rec room. I hope I got the right amount for you.” I said. Roger looked at me and said.

“You—made this cup yourself?” I nodded. He then looked down at his drink and took a sip of it and his face showed pure shock.

“Did I not get the right amount Roger? I can try again if you need me to……”

“No it’s—it’s just the right amount.” I smiled and said.

“Glad that it is, one of my friends has a medical condition and if she’s given more sugar than what she requires she shuts down and has to go to the ER. Now I didn’t know if it applied to you so I wanted to make sure it was the right amount.” I then went back to my homework, unaware that the guys were staring at me bewildered, most of all Roger and if I did look up, I would’ve seen a hint of a smile coming across his face.

After the coffee/tea break, it seemed the boys were really struggling with this song of theirs. And I don’t blame them, based on the lyrics Freddie had presented, it was about not taking suicide. And this was a serious message and if no one can get the message correctly, or says something offensive, then you have a riot of people on your hands.

It almost seemed they were about to give up on the song when I stood up and I said.

“Hey guys,” they turned towards me and I continued, “If I may interject. I think the lyrics are fine, nothing needs to be changed with them, I think what needs to change is the rhythm.”

“What do you mean?” asked John with a quirked brow.

“I mean, you guys are known for taking risks for your songs, crossing genres and doing what no other musician or artist has ever done. This doesn’t have to be a solemn, sad melody ballad type song, why not make it like a ‘Crazy little thing called love’ mixed with ‘another one bites the dust’? Like….uhh John may I borrow a bass?” he then handed one of the bass guitars.

I adjusted it onto my shoulders and I said.

“Can you guys clap like this for me?” I then clapped once, then again and again before doing a double clap. The boys followed my lead and I said. “Keep that time okay,” I then waited and proceeded to do three note bass intro to the same rhythm of the claps. I paused and I said, “And here I imagine a small guitar strum.” As I came right in with the bass again on the same note structure.

“Oh I like it, yes I think it’s very nice. Alright boys let’s get to work.” And for the next few hours I helped the boys with their new song that Freddie had titled “Don’t try suicide”. I helped them with whatever they needed for the song. I told them that at one point they should slide on the word ‘suicide’ towards the end of the song.

I helped keep rhythm for them should they need it and soon the song came into place so we did a full run of the song and when it was over, the boys cheered and they thanked me for the help of which I was happy to oblige.

At that moment Jim came in and he asked.

“So how did it go lads?”

“I think we’ve got it, with a little help. Miami never let this girl go.” Freddie said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder bringing me close to him.

The boys soon stood around me and agreed with Freddie and I couldn’t believe that these boys were sticking up for me like this after only just three days on the job.

“Well (y/n), you willing to stay with this lot for the rest of the internship?” Jim asked me. I looked up at the guys and they all looked at me with anticipation and eyes pleading for me to stay. I smiled and said.

“I’ll stay.” The boys of Queen soon cheered and I was brought into Freddie’s arms as he spun me around hugging me tightly.

“Welcome to the family our little Rock angel!” He praised.

It was at that moment, I became an official member of the Queen crew.

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“ let me just –– can you –– uh. ” grizz clears his throat and raises a finger. because this? oh, boy. stomaching this shit without laughing mandates a breather. “ hold that thought for a moment while i collect myself. s’been quite the day and i want to give you my undivided attention. ”

or, alternatively : yo yo yo, party people ! guess who finally made it ? i’m lev / linc ( she/her/hers ) , comin’ atchu from the ever so lovely est timezone with ya boy, the tru ledge, grizz visser! click on that read more to read some headcanons i’ve got goin’ for west ham’s resident handcuff-owning, intellectual beb !

[ g r i z z v i s s e r –– B O Y O N F I R E .

✔ ┊❝ ( nick robinson. 18. he/him &. cismale ) rumor around town is that gareth “grizz” visser was on one of the buses that left for the field trip. they’re the eighteen year old that resides in new ham. over the summer news spread that he purposely botched his chances to win a football scholarship to a local uni because he applied to several ivies behind his parents’ backs, but who knows if that’s true or not? what we do know is that their friends describe them as well-read & piquant, but who knows when they’re known to be elusive & misanthropé from time to time.

( &&. general information )

full name: gareth visser

nickname(s) or alias: grizz

preferred name: grizz –– call him gareth and he will... not be happy.

current age: eighteen

astrological sign: leo

gender: cismale

preferred pronouns: he/him

sexual preference: homosexual ( but closeted )

romantic preference: demiromantic

home environment: a quaint three-bed / two-bath house with his parents. a positive, almost sickeningly sweet home: family portraits all over the place, cheesy “ home is where the heart is ” décor all around from his mother’s many trips to pier 1 imports.

current occupation: student, student athlete.

language(s) spoken: english, french, a tad of latin. wants to learn more hebrew, but that shit is complicated as heck.

native language: english.

current relationship status: single.

( &&. background )

reason behind name: y’know, he’s asked his parents this countless times. why gareth? why. gareth. and each time he’s just gotten the same vague response: they liked it. it sounded respectable. ack.

birth order: only child.

ethnicity: american. west ham born & raised, baby!

nationality: american.

religion: agnostic. goes to church with his mother as a way to keep the peace, but... the idea of a god out there saying homosexuality’s a sin gives him a bad taste in his mouth. he’d rather discount his whole existence and uphold morality than accept that there’s a bigoted big guy in the sky. sees the bible more as a literary exercise to instill human value. did jesus really walk on water? heck no. but it makes a good fable.

political views: very, very liberal. doesn’t subscribe to labels, but as close to democratic socialist as you can get in this country without causing riots. anti-brexit. anti-trump. anti-bullshit, basically. maybe socialism or communism done right wouldn’t be a terrible idea.

financial status: very, very comfortable. his parents earn well and know how to save / spend frugally. the vissers are modest in living so they can pour more into experience. for grizz’s twelfth birthday, his parents took him hiking through the adirondacks. they’ve gone on some awesome trips together, and most of their vacations include some aspect of super cool nature. unbeknownst to grizz, his parents’ planned grad gift for him was a month-long backpacking tour through new zealand.

hometown: west ham, connecticut. cool beans.

level of education: high school senior. but he’s one of the learned folk: ap literature on lock. he took some college courses at the local community college last summer, because his job as a summer camp counselor wasn’t exactly intellectually stimulating. leading kids on hikes is fun ‘n all, but... not as engaging as college-level philosophy.

( &&. physical appearance )

looks like (or face claim, if applicable): nick robinson. with longer hair. reference [ here ] .

height: 6′0 ( jack’s shorter, but nick’s my main fc i’m workin’ with so i decide to bump it up. plus, height? football? makes sense. )

weight: 158 lbs

shoe size: 10.5

figure/build: athletic build. muscular. broad shoulders, lean waist.

hair colour: deep, deep brown. almost black. natural.

hair length: about jaw-length. curly. ( REFERENCE. )

eye colour: brown with an overlay of hazel-y jade-green. his campers over the summer compared his eyes to moss a lot. it kinda felt badass. “moss boss” had a ring to it.

glasses?: nope. 20/20 vision. but he’s been known to steal friends’ glasses sometimes, just for funsies.

skin tone: light, but not necessarily pale – spends a lot of time outdoors. no freckles.

tattoos: none, yet. would love to get a quote from walden. or a pine tree, if it wasn’t so cliche.

piercings: none. but getting an ear pierced has always intrigued him.

birthmarks/scars/distinguishing marks: some miscellaneous scars on his hands from whittling incidents growing up. a faint line across his arm from stitches, when he broke it in the peewee football league in fifth grade.

dominant hand: left-handed, but very recently learned he’s marginally ambidextrous for important tasks.

if painted, what color are their nails?: never painted. he keeps them short.

usual style of clothing: letterman jacket. jeans. tall socks, boots. pants tucked into socks, because why the hell not? flannels, hoodies, utility jackets layered over plain white tees. pendant necklaces, leather bracelets. occasionally he’ll wear a statement button-downs that looks like your grandmother’s upholstery, but somehow it’ll work really well. varsity t-shirts. hats of all varieties. if he could, he’d showcase some edgier styles. but he’s paranoid. he’s got a stanford hoodie buried in his closet. and a yale one, too.

frequently worn jewelry: leather bracelets. a silver ring strung on a chain, engraved with “ for sylvie, with love ”. he found it on a hike, and... figured he’d be sylvie for a day, or something.

describe their voice, what accent?: he has a light, gentle voice. a soft autumn breeze. laced with some gravel. strong, resolute. kind.

what is their speaking style (fast, monotone, loquacious)?: often speaks slowly, surely. not always keen to fill silences. but words are some of his favorite devices of deflection. if he’s unsure, he’ll cut himself off, leading to some choppy and hard to follow sentences. he very rarely mumbles. not afraid to speak eloquently, but will certainly match his speaking style to those he’s around, to an extent. rarely seems bothered. he masks it well.

describe their scent: amber, sandalwood, musk. vague hints of cinnamon.

describe their posture: grizz holds himself proudly. shoulders broad, chin up, chest open. it makes his vulnerable moments very easy to spot.

( &&. legal information )

any speeding tickets?: nope. this kid drives by the book. probably because he very much prefers to walk or bike around town, when he can help it.

have they ever been arrested?: never. he’s only been to the police station once, to drop off some promotional donuts for the homecoming football game.

do they have a criminal record?: nah.

have they committed any violent crimes?: no sir.

property crimes?: no.

traffic crimes?: nope! unless you count accidentally cutting cars off with his bike, because that’s happened a handful of times, when he’s been deep in thought.

other crimes?: just breaking hearts.

( &&. medical information )

blood type: o negative.

date/time of birth: july 26, 1997. 3:23am. during a rainstorm.

place of birth: west ham hospital.

vaginal birth or cesauren section?: vaginal birth.

sex: male

smoker? / drinker? / drug user?: no / yes / marijuana.

addictions: does good lit count?

allergies: sulfur-based antibiotics. bullshit.

ever broken a bone?: his left arm in fifth grade. right foot at the seventh grade dance –– the girl he asked to slow dance tripped and grizz, wanting to show off his cool socks, wound up with a stiletto heel to the talus. ouch. collar bone, freshman year of high school: he climbed a tree to save his neighbor’s cat and slipped.

any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities: nope.

any medication regularly taken: allergy meds. sometimes he gets the sniffles.

( &&. personality )

direct quote from them: UNO. DOS. TRES. QUATRO.

positive traits: charismatic, cunning, introspective, virtuosic.

negative traits: cataclysmic, self-destructive, reckless, careless.

likes: classic literature, trail mix, synth vibes, 60s/70s/80s rock, the beatles, radiohead, faith by george michael. old vinyls. bob ross. vanilla-cinnamon candles and jasmine tea. wind-rustled leaves. fresh fallen rain.

dislikes: bitter coffee. the disappointment just after sunrise. katy perry. cleaning, laundry. the warmer side of the pillow. waking up without a hand to hold. gareth. secrets, but he harbors a few big ones. pretending. hiding. transitively, himself.

strengths: can be quite resolute but sometimes about the wrong things. his ability to analyze and respond to complex literature is… uncanny. intelligence. deduction. survival facts. he’s a postmodern bear grylls trapped in suburbia.

weaknesses: impatience. do-it-yourself attitude. fear of rejection. fear of acceptance. fear of others. fear of himself.

insecurities: what if people in west ham discover who he really is? how’s he supposed to postpone that?

fears/phobias: irrelevancy. book-burning. ignorance. time.

habits: playing with his fingers. biting his bottom lip and twisting it between his teeth. humming when he thinks no one is listening. going for late-night walks through the emptiest parts of town. staying up ‘til 4am to read and re-read and read again.

quirks: rarely settles his gaze on anything for more than a few seconds, except for other peoples’ eyes. eye contact is probably one of grizz’s biggest conversational strengths. probably why he makes such a good liar, when he needs to. he’ll finish a pint of ice cream and just sit there for over an hour sucking on the spoon, lost in thought. licks his lips when he’s nervous. plays with his hair a lot. you know he’s nervous when he keeps tucking his hair behind his right ear. chuckles to himself, even when things are the pure opposite of funny.

hobbies: jotting notes in book margins. he dabbles in poetry but feels like his shit is too beat-generation to be that cool. wandering through the woods and attempting to generate his own maps, then checking them for accuracy. lighting matches in the cold, mid-evening air just to watch them burn.

guilty pleasure: peanut m&ms. twizzlers. burned marshmallows. apartment tour videos on youtube.

desires: to prove he’s… sometime more than this. something more than a footballer destined to pretend.

wishes: he could come clean about college. wishes he could come clean about himself. wishes he could work up the courage to ask a guy to prom.

secrets: he purposefully botched an interview he had with central connecticut state university’s football recruiter because he doesn’t want to play in college. he wants to go to yale, or stanford, or brown. to study literature. classics. philosophy. his sexuality. but it’s getting harder and harder to keep that locked down.

turn ons: intelligence. genuine, pure intelligence. sharp-witted humor. dimples. dorky laughs. gentle touch. someone who doesn’t bother with worries ‘bout tomorrow.

turn offs: idiocy. khakis. people with too much pride. line cutters. naggers. people who don’t think the proper way to eat bugles is by fashioning crisp-claws first and pretending to be edward scissorhands. people who overlook adrienne rich’s poetry, or claim dante shouldn’t be taught in school.

lucky number: 0.

pet peeves: hearing people scratch their scalps. sniffly public transit users. people who don’t use earbuds. cold fries. nail-clickers. knuckle-crackers. people who slurp from straws like they’ve never had a drink before in their lives.

their motto: “ i’m surrounded by idiots. ”

( &&. favourites )

food: curly fries with cajun seasoning.

drink: half-oreo half-chocolate milkshake. extra whipped cream. two cherries. please.

fast food restaurant: he’s not huge on fast food, but he can fuck with five guys.

flavour: anything chocolate and peanut.

word: fuck !!! or zephyr: a soft, gentle breeze.

colour: a nice, deep forest green.

clothing: his letterman jacket. his deep green flannel’s a close second.

accessory: “ for sylvie, with love” . silver ring. he likes pretending he’s sylvie and that someone cared enough to get his name etched into a precious metal forever.

candle scent: the connecticut homesick candle. it smells like cinnamon and nutmeg and vanilla and fireside bliss. and pine trees. yum.

game: monopoly. but only if he wins.

animal: fish. they’re so graceful.

holiday: halloween. boo.

weather: sunset, just after rain. golden rays peering through deep gray clouds. it makes the greens of trees practically scream against the sky. it’s glorious. it’s heartbreaking. grizz loves it.

season: late fall.

book: le petit prince by antoine de saint-exupéry. it was the last book his grandmother ever read to him, on his fifth christmas eve.

artist: edvard munch. or van gogh, simply because he chopped his ear off and mailed it to his lover. now that’s modern romance.

band/group: the divine comedy, radiohead, pink floyd, the beatles, the rolling stones, the kooks. the avett brothers. belle & sebastian.

song: high and dry, radiohead. elephant, tame impala. anything by the beatles.

movie/film: mr. nobody. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. the first time little grizz saw alice in wonderland, he wouldn’t shut up about it for two weeks.

tv show: he grew up watching wallace and gromit. he’s still got a soft spot for it.

sport: football.

possession: his dad’s collection of beatles original release vinyls.

number: 0.

person: henry david thoreau.

( &&. skills )

talents: writing, but he won’t admit it. football. wood-whittling. gardening. navigation.

ability to drive a car?: yes.

can they ride a bike?: yes, and will frequently do so with no hands.

do they play any sports?: football.

anything they’re bad at?: juggling. sleeping. pretending to like gross food.

do they have any combat training? why?: grizz once yahoo answered how to punch somebody to the moon, after one of his best friends got made fun of in grade school for accidentally wearing a costume the day before halloween. he’s still waiting for an answer to that post.

( &&. firsts )

childhood memory: waging what was left of his fruit gummies during a game of fireside poker on the first visser camping trip.

crush: matty kerrington, pre-k. his hair smelled like strawberries and his smile reminded grizz of the hot honey that clung to his mum’s spoon after stirring tea. but to this day, he’ll say his first crush was amanda vander-voss, because her hair was pretty in braids and she reminded him of the pretty deer from bambi.

email address: [email protected]

job: camp counselor at a hiking / adventure camp based in west ham.

phone: a nifty samsung with a slide-out keyboard. made him feel like a god.

kiss: jessica winthrop, in a game of third grade truth or dare.

love: tess de luca ( @tessdl )

sexual experience: with jessica winthrop in the woods behind the middle school, three years later. jess got poison ivy in all the wrong places. grizz thought it was hysterical.

( &&. childhood )

best childhood memory?: honestly? wearing that boa in dance class. his mom was quick to stop that.

worst childhood memory?: nearly breaking his nose on the neighbor’s front porch, while attempting to ding-dong ditch with his friends. he’s not sure what gave them away more –– his blood staining their pavement, or the fact that he blubbered the whole run home.

what were they like as a child?: grizz tended to poke his nose into all the wrong matters, landing him in oodles of trouble. he’d steal from the snack cabinet, sketch constellations across the walls… even stole his dad’s old walkman so he could listen to music under his covers past his bedtime. tried to sneak into the library after hours to get his hands on another thoreau novel. but it was all harmless. the vissers weren’t very firm disciplinarians: they just loved that their son was engaged and passionate about knowledge.

any crushes growing up?: oh, loads. more than he’d like to admit.

( &&. this or that )

expensive or inexpensive tastes?: inexpensive, but lasting.

hygienic or unhygienic?: hygenic.

open-minded or close-minded?: open.

introvert or extrovert?: ambivert. thrives in social settings but the mood has to be right.

optimistic or pessimistic?: pessimistic with a weak optimistic veil. pragmatism, is how he’d put it.

daredevil or cautious?: cautious daredevil.

logical or emotional?: a blend of both, but emotions often influence his actions more than he’d like to say.

generous or stingy?: generous.

polite or rude?: polite when it’s socially mandated. but if there’s no threat of repercussions? a bit rude, if he has to be.

book smart or street smart?: both.

popular or loner?: popular, by proxy. but grizz vibes with some solid solitude, especially to recharge.

leader or follower?: leader. follower, though, in the high school structure of things. it’s a way to ensure his place and avoid potential fallout. he’ll call his friends out if they’re up to no good, though.

day or night person?: night. definitely night.

cat or dog person?: both! prefers cats just a smidge more.

closet door open or closed while sleeping?: open. maybe his demons wanna cuddle or some shit.

( &&. social media )

do they have a facebook? twitter? instagram? vine? snapchat? tinder/grindr? tumblr? youtube? yes to instagram and (begrudgingly) snapchat.

if so; name on facebook: none.

instagram user: grizzvisser

snapchat user: grizzybear

( &&. musical tastes )

theme song: kimochi warui ( when? when? when? ), car seat headrest. god... get him OUT of this town.

makes them sad: blackbird, the beatles. his grandparents used to sing this when he’d sleep over/ they’d be in the kitchen early in the morning trying to convince him to eat his cereal. they’d change the lyrics and snap slightly off-tempo, all smiles and coaxing gestures. ave maria. he’s not sure why. it inspires melancholia.

makes them dance: hazy miss daisy, kid bloom. anything with a sick beat and erratic synth. take on me, a-ha. good times bad times, led zeppelin.

loves the most: fool of myself, the band camino. it’s a song he can throw his head back to, close his eyes, and sway in the breeze.

( &&. miscellaneous )

do they have a fake i.d.?: yep, used to, but now that’s not necessary!

are they a virgin?: nope siree!

describe their signature: it’s unapologetic on the page. takes up more room than it should with lateral squiggles and grandiose swirls. G and V are decipherable, but everything else is convoluted by its own physics. a muddled mess. beautiful in its self-collapsing structure.

how long would they survive in a zombie apocalypse?: he’d outlive everyone. survivalist visser, right here.

do they travel?: yes, but he wants to do more, see more. the grand canyon would be cool. or maybe the alps. he’s always had a dream of hiking yosemite.

one place they would like to live: anywhere but here.

one place they would like to visit: new zealand. australia. hawaii.

celebrity crush: young johnny depp. emma watson.

what can you find in their pockets/wallet/purse: tic tacs, but never the mint ones. only the odd flavors.

place(s) your character can always be found: anywhere with trees. rooftops. alleyways. the football field. coffee shops. the local diner. roadside sunflower fields. his parents’ garden.

when does your character like to wake up?: with the sun.

what’s your character’s morning routine?: blink at the ceiling for about 20 minutes. wash his face, brush his teeth. annotate a few lines of whatever book he’s reading. push-ups, pull-ups, crunches. run a mile or two. rush into the shower. grab his lunch from the fridge and bike to school (and barely make it).

what does your character eat for breakfast/lunch/dinner?: grizz’s mom loves to cook, so they’re always trying some new paleo trend. some of it’s awful. but he’ll try to eat it and if he can’t, he’ll sneak a granola bar later. if the school’s serving smiley face fries, he’ll have those. he really likes green apples and those little clementines.

how does your character spend their free days?: hiking. reading. writing. lying in the sun and just... thinking. lately, he’s been daydreaming a lot about an ivy league education. something more engaging than west ham’s high school snoozefest.

what’s your character’s bedtime routine?: some kind of pre-bed stretching routine. wash his face, brush his teeth, curl up in bed with a book. fall asleep with it still open on his chest.

what does your character wear to bed?: boxers and a t-shirt.

if your character can’t fall asleep, what are they thinking about?: the past. mistakes. time ticking away.

what is their idea of perfect happiness?: he’s still workin’ on that bit.

on what occasions do they lie?: very rarely, if he can help it.

most marked characteristic: his hair. it’s all russet waves. untamed. some days, his hair truly has a mind of its own. it screams free spirit. it doesn’t let on that, inside, his soul is burning.

what is one thing they’d most like to change about themselves?: honestly? it’s not so much what he’d want to change about himself as it is about this town.

how would they like to die?: well-read.

do they snore? not unless he’s got a head cold. then there may be a few soft snores here and there.

can they curl their tongue?: yes!

can they whistle?: yes indeed!

do they believe in the supernatural?: not really. but it’s fun to indulge on halloween. did he move your cup, or did the ghouls?! s p o o k y .

has anyone ever broken their heart?: no. haven’t had the opportunity to.

have they ever broken anyone’s heart?: yes. little marsha lapone’s, at summer camp. she was 8, he’s 18. he told her there was no chance, and she cried into her pb&j. tough.

are they squeamish?: no.

have they ever seen anyone die? what happened?: just in films.

are they a lightweight?: heck no.

that was a very lengthy thing but... yeah! hit me up for plots! i’m gonna get to crafting and replying to starters v shortly!

#newhamhq:intro #ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ��ᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪ ᴀᴍ ! ɪꜱᴍꜱ.

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lan-xiaolian · 6 years ago

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Kindhearted~

I really wanted to write some BF fanfictions... I had some headcanon a few days ago so here, the result /D Sorry for my bad english.

I want to dedicate this FF to @fyeahsparklythings for a Banana Fish Gift exchange. I hope you like it. >.<

reviews are welcome :)

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It’s dark inside, he sees nothing but some moon light falling through the hangings at the window. He’s tied up on the beds. It hurts on his wrists, but what could he do? He get used to it. And he knows, the next customer awaits. The next person without any respect for him, an eleven years old boy. The next old man who treats him like a toy.

A s*x toy.

The boy named Aslan Jade Callenreese, was caught up to work in this club. It’s nothing what he’s wished for, but that’s the situation now. Maybe he get payed, or he could get a privilege to take personal audience by Mafia boss Dino Golzine, that old man already has a special interest for the blonde young boy. But it’s nothing to hope for.

The door just creaks, a dark shadowed man get in and in the same second, Aslans breath set out. He has incredible fear, he doesn’t know what this man will do to him. Will he take photos? Will he humble him, hurt him? Or will he just rape him? Whatever follows, Aslan knows how much it will hurt him, physically and at least mentally. He trembles like aspen leaves – he wanted to scream like always – but he can’t make any sound. His voice subsided…

The powered shadow, his upper body already naked, grabs his neck heedlessly. Aslan couldn’t scream and now he gasps. It’s so horrible. So endless horrible feeling. He wants to escape, but now the man has him in his grasp.

The boy just need to endure, but for what? Not any longer and the corrupted pervert will steal his whole body again.

“Ash!”

All what he see is entirely shadowed. What happened? And what’s the distant voice he just heard?

“Ash, wake up!”

Affectionately he punches the air before him. What, for Gods sake, happened? Where is the man and why he lies suddenly on a hard wooden floor? Who said this?

Still trembling and sweating, he straights up. Opens his eyes which were feeling blind before. And while he does, he looks in the face of a guy with purple hair, looks like a mohican. His sight is quite misty and he’s feeling so dizzy.

Was it just another of his horrible nightmares…?

“Nah, finally….you trembled and I thought you forget to breathe, … boss” the other guy said.

Aslan slowly comes back to his senses. It really was a dream. He is 17 year old by now, and well known as Ash Lynx, the ruthless and charismatic gang leader. He finds himself in the trailer, realizing they’re on the road trip now. The other guy is named Shorter, he is one of the most loyal guys for Ash, he is really a friend for him. Not many people have the courage to wake the blond gang leader, who always feel ‘attacked’ in the mornings, so the instincts let him kick or punch something – in this case, it was just the air.

Ash, who has a slight headache, sighed a bit. “Nah it’s all ok” he just whispered. “Just a bit warm, nothing more”

Shorter looks a bit irritated to the blonde, but like every time he accepts what his ‘boss’ said. It’s like always – Ash doesn’t want to remember his nightmares more than he has to, so he concealed the truth.

It’s 11 am, and as he comes out of the car, he looks at a beautiful, green field. The sun shines, Birds are chirping and nearly, some people sit by the camping table – Ashs mates who joined him on this trip.

It’s an unusual sight this ‘morning’. So peaceful, full of nature – so totally unusual for Ash, who is used to look at the sordid buildings and places in New York. Who is used to live in slums..

Shorter ran to the table, besides a japanese young boy, who instantly looks to Ash. This innocent face left a warm feeling on Ashs trembling body. It’s Eiji, he came into his life like… by accident, and without knowing anything, he is really involved in his whole mission – to solve the mystery around ‘Banana Fish’, to take revenge on the corruption, the mafia – who destroys the whole life Ash had. They’re on the way to Ashs home town, Cape Cod, for a few days now and their goal is not far away any more.

Ash sits down near Eiji and Shorter, besides them on another table two adults have their breakfast – already finished. Max and Ibe, who support him, but Ash feels that they have some kind of own business. As long as they doesn’t try to betray him, or changes sides, he is thankful for having them, and that’s something he think about the fewest adult men.

“Ash, your hair…. you’re really not a morning person” Eiji giggles. But he refuses to touch the blonde hair, he just look with these sparkling, brown eyes at him. Ashs heart beats a bit faster while looking at it. Then he sighed again. What a bad joke.

But he’s right in some point. He is always so dizzy in the mornings, while he usually stays awake in the night very long, he gets up very late in the mornings. He loves the night – and hates it at the same point for several reasons.

He straightens his fluffy, blond hair and Eiji puts a tiny bread in his direction. “Eat something. We still need to travel a bit and … yeah, it’s nice to gain enough energy”

“Yes mom...” Ash answers annoyed, bites into the bread with some cheese. Shorter laughs and after all, he tells another bad joke. But this is .. a treasure? The chinese gang member is so uplighten sometimes for Ash, and so loyal. A treasure Ash never wants to lose.

Looking at Eiji again, who is smiling cause of Shorters joke, brings Ash a warm feeling again.

It’s so calming, these days with people around him, who doesn’t use him as an object, who doesn’t abuse him or hurt him in any way. Here, he has buddies around him. People who will help him, but Ash still has a huge distrust in the situation.

It’s like always. He used to feel in danger and he watches out subconsciously. Scanning the surroundings for abnormalities. Suddenly, the dream came across his mind again and he trembles a bit without noticing.

„Ash..“ Eiji looks at him, grabbing him gently on his shoulder. But Ash trembles even more.

„Boss… you‘re acting weird today..“ Shorter mentions. „What happened?“

Ash knows it very well, but the reminiscences just thrown away the warm feelings he had towards Eiji for a few seconds. He can‘t even gulp his bread, he just put it down.

It haunts him. His past. The nightmare wasn‘t just a dream, it was a reminiscence from his past, a situation what haunts him so often, but he usually hides his bad feelings and the fear he has because of this. So many ‚monsters‘ abused him in childhood, so many old men hurt him… Neither Shorter nor Eiji know about the details, Ash never talk much about himself. He hides his feelings so often…

“It’s nothing… I feel we could be attacked. By Dinos men. It’s those creep feeling like I have the whole time. So what?” Ash says with an annoyed voice. Half lying. Eiji seems to notice this, but he doesn’t say something. He looked to Ash with a worried face.

While Shorter laughs again and wants to make clear that all will be okay – whereever he took this optimism – Ash can’t stop thinking about his dream. But this chinese guy just wanted to distract him. Like everytime. A treasure, you can’t say it to often.

“We have at least an hour and then we need to move forward. There are just a few kilometres.” Max says after some time. “Here, look at this place, have fun if you can, kids. We need to repair something”

It sounds so careless, but in reality, there weren’t any enemies shown up.

“You two”

Shorter builds himself up like he has enough of Ashs lethargy this day.

Eijis face blushed a bit. “I’m going to help the old man, but you two, YOU really need to talk.”

He shouts at Ash, who slowly looked up. He has this analyzing facial expression like he repressed any feelings again, just to refine some plan. So typical.

“There probably won’t be several free minutes again, you need to take advantage of this. Look! The sun shines and there is a beautiful river… I really want to motivate and help you, but… Ash!”

It means really something if Shorter calls him by his alias. “You and Eiji, you need to take time for yourselfes, so I let you!”

“You talk to much” Ash rolls his eyes, stand up and take a few steps to the field. Dangerous beauty here.

Shorter goes back to the elders and like he said, he let Ash a bit lone time with Eiji.

A strange feeling of peace Ash doesn’t know awaits before his eyes. The river, the calm sounds of nature, the pleasant wind blows through his hair. He sits down, Eiji follows him besides.

“Ash…” the Japanese begins softly.

“I… don’t want to be here… I don’t want to go to the place I should call ‘home’ … But like always, I have to...” Ash whispers with a melancholic voice. His heart beats a bit faster. Eiji is worried. “What happened? Something about your family…?

Ash… through all the action we’ve gone so far… like, we protected each other without knowing each other so well. I want to know more about you, Ash. I’m feeling that… you hide something very important”

This boy has amazing senses. How does he feel this? The blonde looks to Eiji, careful and melancholic.

Why does he ask something like this? Ash doesn’t deserve such care and real interest from a person and not at least from a guy like Eiji? Ash ask to himself. So much people used him, but what will Eiji do? Will he use him with knowing intimidate information, too?

It feels so strange. But Ash really want to share some of his haunting thoughts. He really wish for someone who listen to him. Who cares for him...

“I… I feel strange”

Ash breathes heavily. “I had a nightmare last night.”

It’s totally not easy to him to put this inner panicking, terrifying feeling in the right words. Funny thing on that… Ash has incredible intellectual skills, solving math formulas or complex strategies are some easy doing for him, but talking or describing own feelings challenges him a lot. Eiji notices how hard he searches for the right words.

“It’s ok, Ash. Calm down. This was just a dream” the Japanese said, smiles and lean back.

“No… Eiji…” The gang leader looks back to Eiji. “It wasn’t… I… really want to forget all of this… All the pain I had. I wanted to tell myself that I haven’t any feelings about returning home, but when I really thought about it… It’s wrong. All of my pain, all of that bullsh*t I had gone through, began there...”

Silence. Eiji seems a bit shocked.

“I… killed a person there… the first time” Ash continues, staring at his hands with an ashamed feeling. “Me and my bro, we were in… the baseball club there. Nothing… scary sounding, right? Haha” It challenges him, his feelings and everything. Eiji never saw him like this before. “The trainer… a very famous man… he was adored in the town, people looked up to him, but… he was a monster”

Ash begins to tremble again. Eiji moves a bit closer to him, but refuses to touch him. “For… him, I… I was just like a doll. A sex doll. Like a freaking stone without feelings. He raped me… he does it in… a cruel way… I felt so worthless, it hurts so much but this a**hole did it for his own”

Eiji not seems to be shocked, he really is. He didn’t expect something like this. Now he put his arm, very gently on Ashs shoulder, hoping he won’t slapping him away, but the blonde doesn’t. He swallows all the tears piling up in his eyes. “Ash...”

“I killed him… with the gun from my father… I was so filled with angst and hatred that day that I couldn’t stand it anymore… M-My body… felt like a machine… I… I realized later what I… a freaking kid, did!!”

He looks to Eiji, one tear fall down. Ash finally shows some side of his own even his gang member doesn’t know.

“Ash… I didn’t expect this...”

Eiji comes a bit more closer to calm Ash down. He takes care to be soft. Ash let him.

“Are that your nightmares? Did your past haunt you in your dreams? Why… why did he, no, did they do something like this to you...”

“I… I hate… old men… my life is so wasted...”

Ash begins to cry now. Eiji notices what kind of person Ash really is. His appearance as the cruel and ruthless gang leader who is feared by so many guys, is just a role he plays. But not the Ash behind the role, this is like another person..

a kindhearted, careful person.

Eiji blushes a bit apparently.

“Ash… I want to… say something to you” Eiji begins after a few minutes. He calmed Ash down a bit. “It may sounds a bit funny… but I want to clarify something.

I don’t fear you. I don’t know how exactly to say this. Since I meet you for the first time in the bar… I felt something … beautiful. Like I never felt before.”

He waits for the reaction, but Ash just sits there, swallowing, and a bit embarrassed.

Then he takes him softly, lays his arms around and gives him a gentle hug. “You, Ash… your life isn’t wasted. You are a wonderful person. I mean… everybody wishes a life without danger and violence. And I ever felt that! Think about that… there will always be someone who understand you. There will always be a reason to live on… to move on from the devils from the past…”

The wind blows.

It’s so peaceful.

Like a… beautiful dream.

Ash, who never heard words like this before, is totally overwhelmed, he still cries, but now more sentimental. He slowly hugs Eiji back. He feel how the bad thoughts slowly disappeared. He feels how his heart beats up. Eiji gives him warmth. Soulbalm. Everything.

Is this happiness?

“When… When I came here to America, I just wanted to distract from my own dark thoughts. My life also was turned down in a bad way… not to compare to yours, right. But I used to be a pole vaulter. This sport gave me something. You remember, Ash? When I jumped over the wall to escape, to safe you?” Ash certainly remembers. It really impressed him. This courage of this boy. He didn’t expect that in the situation, but it was an amazing step… his sore eyes wides a bit. The next heartbeat.

“I said, I can’t jump anymore. It was an injury and I became very insecure later. I never got back to my best form…

So I… had to give up. So I fell into a depressive phase. My life felt so wasted… So… I know this feeling very well, huh?” Eiji laughs embarrassed.

“What I really wanted to say...”

Eiji looks in Ashs beautiful, emotional overwhelmed eyes. He looks so incredibly beautiful. And authentic. Real authentic. This. This is the real Ash.

“I.. I would do everything for you, Ash! I… have strong feelings for you…

I love you.

You as the warmhearted person, that you are. I really love you. I never want to leave you, Ash!”

Those words hit Ash right in his heart. It beats faster than ever. But… it’s not fear or ache. It is an icredible filling feeling of love inside him. It makes him so happy!

He begins to cry again, overwhelmed of these words.

Softly he press Eiji more to him. So their heartbeat unites.

Some moments later, his and Eijis lips touches. What a magical, emotional, happy moment.

It’s not their first kiss. But the most beautiful, unforgettable moment in their lifes.

Ash knows, whatever will happen when he returns to his physical hometown. His real home is where his heart is. Where his soul is.

By Eiji Okumura.

Forever.

#banana fish #bananafish #ash x eiji #fanfiction #ash lynx #eiji okumura

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stay--satan · 7 years ago

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I could say that I'm sorry but I can't even remember how it happened - JASON TODD X READER (PART I)

Hi 👋 can you do a the 17 prompt and can it be that Jason cheated on the reader(female)?

PROMPT LIST

17. “I guess you finally did it. I’m leaving you alone” PART II HERE

WARNING: ANGST AND CHEATING

"You don't understand Y/N, I'll hurt you like I did to everyone else" "Jason, this entire sad boy attitude is only attracting to teenagers. Drop it."

Jason and Y/N were too much complicated and long to explain in full sentence we're gonna explain in phrases about their time together

- They met in a party that they both didn't wanna go. - They gave the first kiss that night, but only met again about a month later - She held him at gunpoint when he broke in her house while wearing his Red Hood costume - "I was shot" "Goddamnit then why did you came here and not a hospital? Just because I love you doesn't make me a skilled freelancer nurse!" - She googled how to stich my boyfriend's leg and he laughed while bleeding out on her floor. It was also the first time she said I love you. - They've been together for a year and half by this time, so yeah, it took them some while. - A few weeks after this day, she noticed he started to push her away. Not showing up for their nights, not answering her calls, making up lame excuses and etc. - But hell, he didn't expect to her to come to Bruce's place with angry eyes. Now they were arguing over this.

"Look" she said already tired of that argument "I know who I am with, don't you think I've done my research? How do you think I knew you were here?" he let out a sigh "I could kicked you out after that night, but I didn't. What changes now that I know?" "Everything. I... Look at my life, Y/N! I'm a late 20's man who can't have a relationship for more than a year before start to fuck up. I'll fuck you up, and for the first time I feel like you don't deserve this" "You don't get the right to decide this by yourself, Todd!" y/n hit your fists in the table already annoyed "You're the first man that I've loved. I'm not leaving you because you had trust issues in the past" "It's more than that..." "Well, breaking news Todd, YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY PERSON IN THE WORLD TO HAVE PROBLEMS. So whatever is yours, get over it." He senses the angry in the tone and decide to keep quiet.

"I'm sorry" Jason show up by her window after a day "I know I keep hitting in the same key, but you don't understand for real" "You keep saying that, but did you ever bother to explain?" And beside his huge fear over this, he did. They both sat for hours as he tells her about Robin, the Joker, the pit, the lost days, his family and everything. "Okay that seems to be a little more to process" she exhale deeply. Jason wide his eyes scared starring at her and she bursts out laughing "I'm so sorry, but that sounds like the saddest thing Bjork ever writted" she says between laughs and Jason started laugh loudly.

He tries to push her away again a few times after that day, but she always ended up at his door with angry fists. Really, she tried to punch him the other day screaming 'Wake the Fuck UP, Todd". And after a huge year, he takes her advice and get over. He lets himself for the first time to sink in a relationship that could lead to somewhere. They have fancy dinners, family reunions, he introduce to her his family (though he's really stressed out over this), invite his friends over her place (since he couldn't leave but you loved it), surprise gifts and stuff.

"Babe, could you grab my towel?" he screams over the bathroom. She didn't respond "Babe?" he steps out walking over her bedroom "Yeah, I think I'm available at night." She's over her phone, he couldn't help to just stand over her door and listen "Yeah sure, he'll not be in here I guess" He helds his breath arching his brow. What's she talking about? He doesn't have much time to think about because now she's yelling to him how wet the floor is. But that doesn't let him get over the hammer hitting in his head over that phone call. For almost every night he left for patrol, he ended up in the top of the building in front of her house looking if there wasn't something strange. Then the dates and coming over started to being delayed, she changed her hair he notices but doesn't say anything. Whenever she fell asleep, he started to look over the house something that could give away but nothing. He couldn't be that paranoid, could he? I mean, the phone calls didn't stop neither but all he could see through the days was more and more random papers over her desk with a lot of phone numbers. For a second he thought about calling one of them, but he knew her better that she would find out and kill him a second later. So he takes a break during the day and follow her car, as this was the normal thing to do. She goes first to her favorite bakery buy the usual donuts and goes straight to her work. He waits until 30 minutes later to get in the building. Fixing his hair, he makes his way though the reception grinning to the secretary. He leans down and tries to compliment her to get informations "So... Audrey?" Jason reads her tag getting back to that smile "Are you sure you can't tell me a few informations. I'm just trying to be a good friend for my pal's girlfriend" "No, Mr Grayson" she giggles letting out a blush. He wasn't that stupid to give his own name "I'm not allowed to tell you infos about our employees" "Oh c'mon Audrey, live a little" he brushs his hands over hers making her face extra red. Jason felt horrible, but it was the only way out of this "Just tell me, has Y/N L/N been talking to anyone lately?" She lets out a dramatic sigh finally spitting up "Well, I've see she has hanging out a lot with Mr Gale from 12th floor. He's kinda like her boss, I saw her leaving to the garage with him last week..." His face drops. So he was right this entire time. "... around eight. So if you're interest..." he hears her voice after processing. He just say goodbye thanking her while leading his way back to his bike.

The next seven hours felted like seven days. Jason Todd has been cheated. Of course that would happen to him, why not? Ugh, now he had to pick up his stuff at her place and go over that entire drama. But that wouldn't be his problem tonight. Picking up his jacket, he goes over that bar that he clicks into his head out of nowhere. Walking in he goest staight to the bend asking for the next 4 shots of whisky. If he couldn't handle the truth, he would drink it. "I honestly thought you wouldn't come" he hears the whiny voice coming from behind. So that's how he remembered the bar. Audrey puts her hand over his shoulder. Jason takes another shot before glancing her eyes. "You know, your pal's girlfriend I think she's finally coming clean to him tonight" frowing his brows angrily "She left early today saying that she had this huge thing to deal with her boyfriend" "Well, I guess now it's their problem" he smirks as she leaned closer.

Jason cursed himself for coming to Y/N that night, but he couldn't help the angry taking over him. Maybe if he was lucky he would catch them on act and he could prove his point. He was to drunk to care, it was 2 fucking am. Stumbling over his feet, he makes the way over the door picking up his spare key for the last time. He takes a deep breath thinking about everything he would scream to her about it and opens the door. But not in his most paranoic dreams he thought about the scene that follows.

The entire room was in flowers and candles, but not in a cheesy way, it was remarkble. Walking on a bit a wild Y/N jumps in front of him with the wildest smile "Took you long enough, hi!" she smiles and his eyes open as this was the scariest shit he had witnessed. She had a 'I'm Sorry" ballon and puts in his hand "So, I know I've been missing out lately but I didn't want to tell you before I had everything under control but..." She picks up a bottle of champagne with that huge smile still "I'm a big boss now!" she laughs over jumping in joy. Jason, still standing behind the close door, roll his eyes letting the balloon out in the air "Are you fucking kidding me?" Her smiles disappear and her entire excitment goes away "You can drop the shitty act, I know everything" he says stumbling over the words "Are you drunk?" Y/N says worried coming closer to him but he goes to the opposite direction from her "Jay, something happened?" "Yeah, it did. You fucking liar, I knew it would end this way" he points at her angrily "You blow your way up then, uh? How many?" She couldn't believe in his words, swalling the cry that was about to come out she whispers "What are you saying, Jason?" "You and that fucking piece of shit cheating on me." her eyes widened in surprise "Don't do this, I know I fucking knew it" "What the fucking are you talking about and you better have some good explanation" "Oh so now we're going to facts?" he says sarcastly walking in circles in the room "We start with the phone calls, and then the 'I'm sorry I'm late' or 'I won't make it in time' and then walking with your pimp to the garag-OUTCH" he screams holding his nose over the huge punch Y/N gave him. "HOW DARE YOU, AND HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW ABOUT THAT?" "I WENT TO YOUR JOB AND ASKED AUDREY, EVERYBODY KNEW EXCEPT FOR ME" She was so angry that she could feel every nerve of her body moving around her "Are you shitting me, Todd? He has PTSD over the accident he had years ago!" she screams her lungs out "I have been walking with him to his car over the last 4 years and he has been thinking of retiring, so I've been working like hell so he could offer me his spot." she goes over by the desk where he once saw full of papers. She picks up throwing in his face "This? These are the clients I've been talking so I could get a good reference." "wHAT ABOUT THAT CALL 'HE'LL NOT BE HERE AT NIGHT" "IT WAS ABOUT TONIGHT YOUR ASSHOLE AND I WAS TALKING TO JADE TO HELP ME PUT THIS" and suddenly, everything makes sense. If he only had asked her early. His faces drop realising the mess he made, sitting on the floor he puts his hands over his face "Jay, I know it seemed really suspicious, but you could asked me first" She says more softly walking to him "I know you have trust issues, I should be more open to that" Jason starts to cry when she puts her hand in his hair "I'm sorry about punching you, I'll go get some ice" He start to sobs louder and shake "Babe c'mon, it's okay. It was just a fight okay? We're okay" he shakes his head negatively "No, we're not" he says between the sobs "We're not" Y/N lifts his face so he could stare at her. "I fucked the secretary over the bar's bathroom" Y/N let's her face drops in shock looking for words to say "I could say that I'm sorry but I can't even remember how it happened" She just kneels putting her hands over her face and looks for air so she could speak "Ho-How could you do this?" her whisper in a voice he knew it was disapointment "You-you could have talk to me Jason, you could just..." "I know, I fucking know" he screams holding his head still "Y/N, I'm impulsive. I followed you the entire day, I had been spying this house every single night making theories, I'm so sorry" he couldn't even face her, by only hearing her heavy breathing and shaken voice "Well, Todd..." her voice comes out softly again as she stand up "You were right. You're problematic... And congrats, you did it. I'm finally leaving you alone" He stands up way to fast, Jason never felted more desperate "Y/N please please" "GET OUT, JASON" she points to the door. This was it, there was nothing he could do. He was too dirty to talk to her, with Audrey's lipstick still in his body he was too dirty to stand up and saying anything. So he just left the house and heard the huge scream the girl gave bursting out in tears. Jason Todd did it again.

#dc comics imagines #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagine #jason todd imagines #red hood x reader

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silverfootstepswrites · 7 years ago

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title Repulse summary It’s all falling apart pairing itasaku, tobisaku, hot messes rating especially M. I’m sorry, grandma

“Miss Cheng, I’m thrilled to see you. It’s not a party without you.”

“Stephen Lam,” Sakura replied, smile in place as she turned to greet him. She offered her hand. When he began to raise it up to his mouth, Sakura squeezed tight. He shook it instead. Beside her, Sai let out a quiet snort of laughter.

“I was wondering when I’d get the chance to finally speak with you in person,” he then added. The look he gave Sai was less than fond. And it seemed that the feeling was mutual.

“I’ve been a bit busy, Mr. Lam. Although, now I’m concerned. I don’t believe that Sai has been anything less than capable on my behalf...” Sakura responded, smile dropping. The man dropped her hand.

“Oh, of course not. He’s been a delight,” the man stammered out, sweat beading on his face. Sakura’s smile returned. Turning up too high at the corners. Eyes creasing into crescent moons.

“Wonderful. I so look forward to the movie, Mr. Lam. Enjoy your evening,” Sakura said, already walking away from him. Sai paused to grab her a glass of wine from a passing server. She accepted it without looking at him.

“I could have come here alone, Aunt. It’s a waste for you to be here,” Sai grumbled into his own glass. Sakura laughed. She linked her arm through his as an excuse to pull him closer.

“Sai, we own almost 50% of the shares of Gold Empress Studios. It would be strange of me not to show. And see that man?” Sakura murmured. She gestured with her glass. As she drank, Sai looked in the direction she had indicated. There was a middle-aged man wearing diamond-studded glasses. We waved his cigar around as he spoke. And the crowd of beautiful people around him all laughed, as if on cue.

“Stanley Chiu. Fifth top-grossing Hong Kong director of this year,” Sakura whispered. She pointed to the other side of the room.

“Mark Ho. We sponsor two of the idol groups in his entertainment company. Derek Tong. Last year, I bought you that studio in Central with the money he made me from that martial arts film,” she listed, eyes roving around the room. When their eyes met hers, each person waved or bowed their head. Sakura pulled Sai in tighter. Diamond earrings swinging as she moved. Teeth glinting.

“Sure, the Jade Gang does the standard triad businesses and fronts. But make no mistake, Sai. This is where our money is,” Sakura concluded.

They mingled for about another hour before Sakura made up another engagement. Zabuza was already waiting for them. This time, in a black limo. He rarely drove it. Always complained that it was annoying to turn corners. But he didn’t grumble too much when Sakura asked for it. The leather interior was rather comfortable.

Sai got in the passenger seat, nodding at Zabuza. Zabuza grunted in return.

Sakura collapsed into the back seat, already prying off her shoes. She massaged the red marks on her toes. Reaching into the front of her dress, she peeled the adhesive bra off her chest. She tossed it onto the seat. It lay there like a limp jellyfish.

“Tenten’s out in the night market making sure that things are quiet. Since you said not to leave any loose ends,” Zabuza told her before she could ask. Sakura only nodded. She rested her head against the window, letting out a heavy sigh. She caught Sai turning his head to give a pointed look to Zabuza.

“Why not take it easy tonight, Boss? You’ve been moving nonstop,” Sai then suggested. They let out sighs of relief when she nodded. Zabuza moved the car. The wet streets gleamed under the headlights.

Sakura’s phone buzzed from inside her clutch. She ignored it while she peeled off her false eyelashes. The phone cast a rectangle of blue light against her thigh through the thin fabric. She tossed it aside. The discarded bra stuck to it. After a while, the phone went silent. Sakura closed her eyes.

The phone began ringing. She almost swore, before she realized that this was a different ringtone.

“Wei?” she answered right away.

“Uh.... Boss?” Tenten said.

“What?” Sakura asked, already wary.

“So... I just got a call from the Kumicho... asking me where you were. And I said I was busy and said I’d call back,” Tenten reported.

“Tell him to go look for me at the bottom of the Sumida River. Search long and hard. And tell him not to come up for air until he finds me,” Sakura drawled, flicking a speck of lint off her dress. She saw Zabuza's shoulders droop as he let out a silent sigh.

“Well... he also said that he was in Hong Kong right now...” added Tenten.

Sakura stared ahead. Eyes hard. She took a deep breath.

“Then he can go search for me in Victoria Harbor,” snapped Sakura. She hung up.

The inside of the car was completely silent. Neither Sai nor Zabuza dared look back at her.

The silence in the car for the rest of the ride was palpable. Sai snuck a look at her in the rearview mirror. She glowered right back as she took out her earrings. The metal and diamonds tinkled against each other.

Sai rolled his eyes as he averted his gaze.

“You know, no matter how much he likes you, if you’re always mean, he’s going to stop trying. Might not be right away. But eventually,” warned Sai, looking out the window. Buildings twinkled past. Clubs pulsing purples and greens out their windows. And he met Sakura’s eyes in the reflection in the window. She didn’t look quite as angry.

“I’m not telling you what to do, Boss. Just saying. Being alone sucks. He’s not the worst guy I’ve ever seen...” he trailed off. Zabuza said nothing. Both his hands gripped the steering wheel.

Sakura closed her eyes.

“Arrogant little shit,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. Sai chuckled.

Zabuza dropped her off in front of a parking garage in Central. She unfolded her umbrella as she stepped out of the car. Her heels were still painful, but at least they kept her feet out of the puddles. The wet splatter of rain almost drowned out their voices.

"See you tomorrow, Boss," he greeted her, rolling down the window. The umbrella cast a red glow down on her face. Sakura almost smiled. She fumbled with her clutch to pull out a jet black credit card. She handed it to Zabuza.

“Sai, go take Zabuza for a drink. You two have earned it,” Sakura ordered. Sai raised an eyebrow.

“Just a drink? That party was boring as hell, Mama,” groaned Sai, sinking low in his seat. Zabuza’s scowled, but Sakura only laughed.

“Fine. Enjoy yourselves,” she relented. She turned to walk down the sidewalk. Black dress clinging to her legs.

“Aunt Cheng, you know you’re cool as hell, right?” Sai called after her. She raised her hand but didn’t turn back. Kept her eyes trained ahead. Waiting until she heard the car take off.

As she waited for the attendant to retrieve her car from the garage, Sakura weighed her phone in her palm. Listened to the trickle of water flowing down into the drains. The slap of fatter raindrops pounding against the asphalt. And the heavy rain brought a fresh scent to the city.

Her car pulled up. Headlights slicing through the concrete in long beams. She tipped the attendant and slid into the seat. Tossing her phone into the cupholder, she made a rough turn onto the road. Water splattering onto the sidewalk.

She drove up toward the Mid-Levels. The rain a sharp staccato against the roof of the car. Almost as her apartment came into view, Sakura let out a heavy sigh. She hit a button on the steering wheel to scroll through her list of favorite contacts. Tenten answered right away, like she had been expecting it.

"...Go pick that idiot up," ordered Sakura.

"Yeah, Boss. I figured," Tenten answered.

“Drop him off at the LKF Tower. I’ll have a taxi pick him up,” Sakura added.

“Mou man taai. You got it, Boss.”

By the time the taxi pulled up in front of the building, Sakura was waiting. Umbrella held above her. She saw Itachi get out and try to pay the driver. And the driver fumbled to explain that it had already been paid for. And as the car drove off, Itachi turned toward her.

She had calculated many possible scenarios. In most of them, he would be annoyed with her, even angry. After all, she had dodged his calls for weeks. Ignored his gifts and his texts. Avoided going to the club when she was in Tokyo. Just because that was the only place he really knew how to find her.

Instead, he smiled. Like a child.

It infuriated her. He hurried through the rain toward her.

“I expected to have to do something more reckless to get your attention,” Itachi declared. She didn’t smile in return.

“More reckless? You coming to Hong Kong without any warning wasn’t reckless enough?” she retorted. She held the umbrella a little higher to cover the both of them. One hand in the pocket of her coat. The other squeezing the umbrella handle a little too hard.

Suddenly, he wasn’t smiling either. His eyes locked with hers.

“Maybe not,” replied Itachi. And before she could respond, he took the umbrella from her. Gestured toward the building. Scoffing, Sakura stomped ahead. Wrapping her arms tightly around herself. Wondering how she had ever gotten tangled up with a certified fool like Uchiha Itachi.

As the glass elevator took them up to the penthouse, Itachi took his time shaking water off the umbrella. His hair was dripping. Not to mention that his coat was soaked. Where had Tenten picked him up anyway?

“So you just show up in Hong Kong. Just like that?” Sakura asked as the elevator doors slid open. She stepped out. Itachi followed her. He waited as she unlocked the door to let him inside.

“Well, in a sense. Just for the next two days. But yes, just like that,” he replied. Stepping into the foyer after her. Like last time, he paused to straighten her shoes before he stepped inside. When he caught up to her, she was in the hallway. She opened up what looked like a wooden panel. It was actually a linen closet. She grabbed a big towel and a smaller one. Shoved them into Itachi’s arms when he walked up to her. The sensors in the hallway caught their movement. The lights flickered on above them.

“You’ll catch a cold,” she muttered when he stared at her. She waited for him to make some sort of teasing comment.

“Thank you,” he said instead. Something in his tone made her look up. She didn’t have a word for the expression in his eyes. It was something so happy but so sad all at once.

While Itachi showered downstairs, Sakura lit up a cigarette on the upstairs balcony. She sat on the wooden chair. Some of the rain splattered toward her when the wind blew. She hunched her shoulders against the cold. She knew when Itachi was done. Heard the door slide open behind her.

Closed her eyes when she felt his hands on her shoulders. Exhaled long and soft. Listened to his breaths gather and spill over. Wondered if October had always felt so cold in Hong Kong.

Sucked in one last deep breath as his lips touched the back of her neck. Skin burning everywhere he touched her.

She rested the cigarette against the edge of the balcony. Smoke curling up in almost invisible wisps. Left the butt smoldering there. Instead, she reached back, took his hands in hers. Guided them to slip into the front of her dress. His palms spreading warmth across her chest. They sat frozen, as if he was unsure of what to do next. She rested her palms on the backs of his hands. Squeezed until he copied her. Fingers molding around the swell of her breasts.

Sakura felt his gasp. Sharp against the edge of her ear.

“I...” he trailed off.

“Do you not want to?” she whispered. The wind gusted particularly hard. Whipped her hair into her face. When he didn’t respond, she pulled his hands off her chest. Felt his heart hammering against her spine as she instead guided his palms down to her thighs. Dragged them higher and higher. His breaths growing more and more ragged. Hot against the side of her neck.

And then she pulled her hands away. Left him hesitating there. The edges of her dress bunching up under his wrists.

He gulped.

“Go ahead,” Sakura murmured. She reclaimed the cigarette. pressing it between her lips. Gulped down a long, ashy breath. Feeling his chest heaving.

His hands inched higher. Tickling against the insides of her thighs. She let out a sigh when his fingers finally found her. Middle finger stroking softly up and down. And then he chuckled.

“I’m more of a wine and dine sort of guy. But you’re making it very difficult to take things slow, Sakura,” he rasped. Sakura finally smiled in return. She knew he couldn’t see it.

“That suits me just fine, Kumicho. I’m not a very patient woman,” she replied. She grasped his hand, pressing it harder against herself. A moan slipped past her lips. The sound did something to him. Itachi’s entire body tensed. He blew out a ragged breath.

Sakura almost didn’t register when he turned her around. She blinked at the sudden cold against her back. The wind scattered the rain across her shoulders in little bursts. And Itachi’s head was buried between her thighs. She almost told him to stop until his tongue darted out to do some very wicked things. She cried out, one hand digging into his hair.

Maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew. That was her first thought as she opened her eyes a few hours later. Head spinning a little as she stared up at the eggshell ceiling. She vaguely noticed Itachi kissing her trembling thighs. Her stomach. She glared down at him. He smiled as he pressed a kiss to her left hip bone. And then he kissed the right.

“Who the hell are you?” she demanded. He opened his mouth wide as he laughed. He sat up, taking her left hand in his. Fingers tangling together as he kissed the back of her hand. She was too drained to pull away. So she settled for glaring even harder.

“Not bad, then?” Itachi guessed. She rolled her eyes at that. He laughed even harder. Releasing her hand, he laid down beside her.

“You can glare all you want. You seemed to be enjoying yourself,” he told her. Sakrua didn’t even bother to blush at that. Because he was right. She had been enjoying herself immensely. Profoundly.

“You’re not really a yakuza. You’re a gigolo or something, right?” she accused, looking up at the ceiling.

“No. Still a yakuza, I’m afraid,” Itachi replied, “Although...”

She turned her head towards him.

“I get the feeling you’re not a big cuddler. Because I am,” he warned her. His tone was light, but she could see it in his eyes. He was dead serious. And his earnest expression made her more willing to be honest.

“I’ve never done that before,” she admitted. Suddenly a little embarrassed.

His eyes watched her face for a long time. Almost to the point that it felt uncomfortable. And then Itachi laid his arm flat across the pillows. He gave it a pointed look. So Sakura slid closer until he could wrap both his arms around her. He rolled onto his back so that she was laying on top of him. Her chin resting against his chest.

From here, she could peer up at his face. Saw the contentment spreading across his mouth like a wave. He closed his eyes, smiling as widely as she had ever seen.

“Are you really that happy?” she questioned.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he replied.

This pose was uncomfortable. They were both sweaty and she immediately felt hot. But she also had to admit that this was nice. His deepening breaths rising and falling beneath her. The slowing thud of his heart as it began returning to its normal rhythm. Even he way his hand began stroking down her back.

They were quiet for a long time.

And then, as her eyelids began to droop, Itachi spoke again.

“I want you to know. I didn’t come to Hong Kong for this.”

“What did you come for?” Sakura asked, almost yawning. He sighed.

“I...just wanted to see you.”

That honesty hurt her. She felt some small part of herself shrivel up. She suddenly wanted to hide. So she turned her head to the side. So that at least he wouldn’t see her face.

At some point, the rain had stopped. It felt too quiet, without at least the rain there to buffer that space between them. Sakura stiffed when she felt Itachi press a kiss to the top of her head.

“Why do you like me so much, Kumicho?” she demanded.

He was silent for a long while. But she knew he wasn’t ignoring her. Couldn’t.

“I don’t know,” he finally answered. “I find you incredibly attractive, but that’s not all...”

She closed her eyes.

“You’re cunning. And you’re smarter than me, which I never thought I’d like. But I like that about you.”

Sakura dozed off as she listened to him go down what seemed like an endless list. Her eyes. Her legs. The way she talked when she was angry. He listed even the tiny, useless things.

When she opened her eyes, it was grey outside, but undoubtedly morning. Itachi let out a deep breath. Not quite a snore. The marks on the side of his neck had darkened during the night.

When Itachi opened his eyes later that morning, Sakura wasn’t in the bed anymore. He sat up, stretching his arms over his head. She watched him from the balcony, lifting a mug of coffee to her lips.

She already knew. This was all a big mistake. She shouldn’t have let him spend the night. Shouldn’t have let him into this penthouse at all. She was even more certain of this when he turned his head and finally noticed her. Graced her with that giddy smile, eyes still squinted half-shut.

She let the steam from the coffee bathe her face.

“Diu,” she cursed, softly. Like a prayer uttered to the universe.

#eastern suns #writing #itasaku #tobisaku #triad!sakura x yakuza!itachi #triad!au

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wolforion20 · 7 years ago

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Love at the Aegean Sea follows a young musician who dreams of going to Greece. When her dream is actually realized, everything that can go wrong does. To top off the nightmare, two new men come into her life. One is a carefree man afraid of airplanes and police and the other is a rich man yearning for freedom and to escape his parents’ rigid control. Will something good come from the vacation from hell?

Guan Xiao Tong [South Korean actress Chae Rim] dreams that she is rescued at sea by a man whose face she cannot see. When she surfaces, the land of her dreams is before her eyes—Santorini, Greece. This dream is interrupted by the sound of an alarm clock ringing. Xiao Tong immediately springs out of bed as she realizes what day it is. As she busies herself getting ready she keeps calling for her older cousin to wake up. Hui Wen [Chen Zi Ying] shows no signs of moving. When Xiao Tong urges her yet again, Hui Wen complains of a pain in her stomach.

Xiao Tong struggles with her and her cousin’s suitcases as she heads to the hospital. There the doctor says Hui Wen is suffering from appendicitis. She can still travel right? Hui Wen then apologizes and the doctor says rest is needed for this. Ummmm, no. How can Xiao Tong not see through this as a blatant lie? Surgery is needed for appendicitis, not rest. Couldn’t they have chosen something else? Anywho, Xiao Tong is not happy. They’ve been planning this for months. Can Hui Wen try to suck it up and go? Nope. Besides, Xiao Tong will have Dong Da Wei [Wang Yu] and his friend to accompany her. This does not make Xiao Tong any happier.

When she arrives at the airport, Xiao Tong finds Da Wei practicing asking Hui Wen to be his girlfriend. She breaks the news that her cousin is not coming and Da Wei is crushed. Xiao Tong then asks after Da Wei’s friend. Where is he? Da Wei then breaks the news that he searched online for another male traveling companion. Xiao Tong is floored. So much for her free and easy vacation. The two wait in misery for their third party to join them. When he does finally arrive, he is carted in drunker than a skunk by his friends. They tell them that Li Yao Xiang [Taiwanese actor Peter Ho] is fearless…except when it comes to planes. He’s terrified of flying, so they accompanied him to drink all night to calm his nerves.

Xiao Tong unhappily takes his passport and stands in line to check in. When she asks for Da Wei’s passport he fakes looking for it and then said he must have forgotten it. Say what? He then abandons poor Xiao Tong to travel to Greece by herself with a drunk stranger that she knows nothing about. What is Da Wei doing? Seeking out his beloved Hui Wen, of course! I guess…at least he confirmed with Yao Xiang’s friend that he is a good person whose only vice is drinking…but can you really believe in someone you just met and let a strange man travel alone with your beloved’s cousin?

So, what is Xiao Tong’s cousin doing? She faked being ill and got her senior doctor friend to help her so she can be with her boss! She’s been working for him since she graduated and since he started his architecture firm. He just lost a big bid and is down in the dumps so she stayed to encourage and help him. Lu Liang Ping [Shi Da Sheng] is happy to see Hui Wen, but surprised. Why isn’t she on her way to Greece? She simply tells him that something came up. The people were blind that rejected him. Liang Ping says they were not. This time his plan was lacking. Next time it will be flawless. Hui Wen then takes him to the top of a building and starts mapping out all the wonderful things they will build together. She really like him even though he’s old enough to be her father.

On the plane, Yao Xiang vomits nonstop and Xiao Tong is forced to take care of him. He even throws up on her hand! Xiao Tong apologizes saying she just met him and had no idea he’d be like this. Once he stops vomiting, he apologizes for throwing up on her and then begins stripping. What a great start to their relationship, isn’t it? Can they survive travelling together alone in Greece? Later, Yao Xiang is dressed and everyone save the sleeping him are wearing oxygen masks. His head falls on Xiao Tong’s shoulder and she pushes it off.

Liang Ping drops Hui Wen off at home where a worried Da Wei waits. He comes with roses since Xiao Tong said her cousin wasn’t feeling well. He angrily scolds Hui Wen’s boss for forcing a sick person to work. This shames Liang Ping. If he had known she was not feeling well, he wouldn’t have had her accompany him and assign her work. He leaves and Hui Wen lights into Da Wei for interfering since she’s perfectly healthy. She calls him brainless and walks away.

In Greece, before we find our bickering travel companions, we meet another young man [Alec Su as Lu En Qi]. Is receives a phone call. Has it started yet? He assures the other party that he will not be late. We then cut to Yao Xiang and Xiao Tong. Yao Xiang is feeling refreshed while Xiao Tong is worn out. She didn’t get any sleep at all with the whole cabin reeking of Yao Xiang’s drunk stench. He looks taken aback but then says it happens when a person drinks. He then sees a pretty girl and exclaims over the bodies of the Greek women. Xiao Tong shakes her head and curses her luck. Yao Xiang finally realizes there is only two of them. Where are the other two? LOL.

At an auction, a jade dragon sculpture from the Ming Dynasty is brought out. Bidding begins as En Qi roars up in his convertible. He and another Chinese woman drive the bid higher and higher. The woman looks more and more nervous until she is finally outbid by a European man. As soon as the auction is over, En Qi rushes out and rides off. He gets a call from the woman who is his mother [Fu Yi Wei as Zhou Mei Ling]. He scared her to death when he got the bid up to 250,000 Euros. Luckily they were outbid. So what is her son up to now? He is getting a gift for Lian Yi Qian [Bao Yi Lin] who lent her name so that En Qi could participate in the auction. His mother praises him for his good sense.

On the bus, Yao Xiang starts yelling at a pretty girl out the window. This embarrasses Xiao Tong and she calls him a low class country bumpkin. Of course, when she catches site of the Acropolis, she acts just as unrefined as he did. They get off the bus uncertain of what to do next. Yao Xiang cannot read the map and Xiao Tong’s anger and intolerance goes up another notch. Yao Xiang admits this is his first overseas trip. Ok. Did he at least do his homework? Homework? This is a vacation, not some exam. Yao Xiang then scolds him for not understanding the meaning of a “free and easy vacation.” I mean, yes, preparations need to be made to go overseas, but Yao Xiang has a point as well, don’t you think?

Xiao Tong rushes off in the direction of ruins with Yao Xiang being the voice of reason. They haven’t found their accommodations yet. They should do that first. Xiao Tong ignores this and says they can just walk there (even though they don’t know where to go). She continues on towards the ruins when a group of children dressed in costume spit at her. What? Xiao Tong is upset. Yao Xiang tells her to calm down. It’s part of a carnival ritual where their spit is their good wishes. When the kids persist in wanting to spit at them, Yao Xiang returns the favor, but soon runs out of saliva.

We then cut to En Qi in a jewelry store looking for a present for Yi Qian. His eyes settle on a gold necklace called Plato’s Eternity. He chooses this. Meanwhile, Yi Qian is being pursued by men and Yao Xiang and Xiao Tong are really lost. Soon paths of these travelers will converge! Xiao Tong wants to ask the police for help, but that just freaks Yao Xiang out so he grabs her arm and runs which causes the police to give chase—only the guilty would run, right?

Yao Xiang and Xiao Tong are separated during this melee. He promises to come back for her and keeps running. In fact, he runs right into Yi Qian who was calling for help because of the men stalking her. The two me escape while poor Yao Xiang is dragged to the station. Meanwhile, Xiao Tong is crossing a road when her suitcase breaks. She bends to fix it and thus En Qi is not aware she is there and nearly crashes into her. While he does not hit Xiao Tong, her suitcase goes flying and her clothes break free. This is not her day. En Qi gets out of the car and checks on Xiao Tong. He finds her squatting in the road unharmed. He apologizes and she immediately lights into him for his driving. He apologizes again. Xiao Tong rushes over to her battered suitcase and starts picking up her things. En Qi again apologizes and tries to help, but Xiao Tong refuses. Her luck is just bad. She then tears up and cries that if Hui Wen jie was there, everything would be fine. En Qi seems to be at a loss when he sees her crying.

Meanwhile, Yao Xiang is released and leaves the station with Yi Qian who scolds him for running for no reason. Yao Xiang then scolds her for yelling for help. Now he’s also wasted his time and lost his friend. Where can he possibly find her? Yi Qian bids him farewell. He follows her to the street and wonders where in the world he is. Yi Qian is not unfeeling. She asks if he has the address for his guest house. He does. Yi Qian is certain his friend will make her way there, so she will see to it that he gets there safely, too. Yi Qian hails a cab and the two get in. The driver then stops to let in a woman, her son, and a giant dog. Yao Xiang is squished in the back seat getting drooled on. Another culture shock for him.

When they arrive at the guest house, Yi Qian asks if he needs help getting a room. He knows English, right? Yao Xiang declines her help. He can do this much himself. He asks for her name and then gives his. Yi Qian leaves and he practices a few phrases of simple English before confidently heading in. At this time, En Qi and Xiao Tong arrive in his convertible. She thanks him for sending her to the guest house and goes to get out accidentally stepping on the jewelry bag. She picks it up and dusts it off, apologizing as she hands it over to him. She gets out and drags her bag. Since it is busted, she must pick it up instead of wheeling it. En Qi feels guilty. He should really replace it since he broke it. Xiao Tong says she was at fault, too, so there is no need. She goes to head inside, but he calls out for her to wait. He then takes the necklace and gives it to her as payment. He heads off before she can give it back, promising to drive safer. She opens the bag and is shocked to see an expensive necklace. Too much.

Xiao Tong rushes inside when she hears Yao Xiang’s loud voice trying to communicate in a mix of Mandarin and English. Inside, Yao Xiang is having trouble communicating with the owner. Apparently she gave away their reservations since they were late. There is only one room left and Xiao Tong mercilessly claims it for herself telling Yao Xiang to sleep in the lobby. Harsh. These two just refuse to get along. Shakes head. The owner had to stop the two from arguing incessantly so she can get a word in edgewise.

Yi Qian is preparing an elaborate Greek dinner and apologizes to Mei Ling for it not being ready. Mei Ling waves it off as being okay since En Qi has not arrived yet. This disappoints Yi Qian. Mei Ling says he is running late since he is buying Yi Qian a gift. Really? That must be Aunt Mei Ling’s doing, right? Mei Ling swears it was En Qi’s own idea as a thank you for helping them. Mei Ling then asks if En Qi has contacted Yi Qian since arriving in Greece. She shakes her head no. Enter En Qi who is scolded for being late. He apologizes saying he was walking around an Yi Qian says he should have told her so she could be his tour guide. He promises to do so next time. Yi Qian tells him she made his favorite dishes. He says he will go upstairs first to freshen up and then join them.

As he unpacks later, his mother enters his room and asks after the gift for Yi Qian. En Qi lies. He almost hit someone in the road and completely forgot. I guess it would sound bad that he gave away her present to another woman as compensation. This earns him a scolding from his mother. She also criticizes him for wearing his shirt half unbuttoned. She starts buttoning it up and he stops her, finishing it himself. She goes to leave and then turns to remind him to get that present and treat Yi Qian well as Mei Ling has chosen Yi Qian as her future daughter-in-law. A very domineering mother. Yeesh. Don’t like her. En Qi is a grown man, let him make his own decisions already.

Xiao Tong’s attitude grates in the first few episodes, but you can’t completely blame her 100%. It is hard when things are turned topsy turvy and she really didn’t start off on the right foot with Yao Xiang. That said, since they are stuck together for the remainder of their trip, she should have tried a little harder to be nicer to him. He should have also tried to be more understanding and a little less clueless. He is rash, but ultimately a good person. Yi Qian is a sweet woman, but that doesn’t make it right for En Qi’s mother to shove the woman down En Qi’s throat.

Love at the Aegean Sea Episode 1 Recap Love at the Aegean Sea follows a young musician who dreams of going to Greece. When her dream is actually realized, everything that can go wrong does.

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Recapping Twin Peaks: The Return: Part 13

While not the most overtly action packed, aside from a gruesome arm wrestling win by Evil Cooper (Kyle MacLachlan), Part 13 displayed numerous scenes of utter depression and heart break that ultimately made for an hour of television that felt as emotionally exhausting as an hour of therapy. While one side of the brain is busy trying to tally up all the many ways and instances in which actual cherry pie has had the ability to save actual lives so far in The Return, the other half is occupied with reaching for meaning in clues dropped by Audrey Horne (Sherilyn Fenn), whose performance here was far more vulnerably unhinged than the violently unhinged one given in her return to the world of Twin Peaks in Part 12. Although, hearing her say things like I'm not sure who I am, but I'm not me, and realizing that she's forgotten how to get to the Roadhouse, a place she must have been to at least a thousand times in her young life, you have to wonder if we, even after 13 parts, are right in our assumptions of what she's returned to.

Have you noticed that the town we know as Twin Peaks is the only location in The Return to not be given setting text? Any time we're taken to Buckhorn, South Dakota, Las Vegas, or, in tonight's installment, Western Montana, we're told exactly where we are by text on the screen but not for the location of Twin Peaks. It would be easy to assume that's because we are all very familiar with the scenery of Twin Peaks and don't need a written reminder that that's where a scene is taking place. Or a more complicated explanation could be that Twin Peaks is not now, and has never been a true place in the way that we initially imagined. We could all very well be in the process of learning that Twin Peaks is more of a realm, or an idea, which, given that viewers of Lynch's work are often told not to look for concrete answers in it, but simply enjoy the experience of watching it is some first rate meta shit.

Part 13 begins with the Mitchum Brothers (Jim Belushi and Robert Knepper) along with Dougie/Cooper, doing a conga line through Lucky 7 Insurance in celebration of the Mitchum's getting away with a hefty insurance pay-out, and Dougie/Cooper making it back from the desert alive - thanks to that good 'ol life saving cherry pie. They dance their way to Bushnell Mullins' (Don Murray) office and the brothers give their thanks in the form of three gifts: a box of Montecristo No. 2 cigars, monogramed diamond cufflinks, and the keys to a brand new BMW convertible. Over at the Jones residence, Janey (Naomi Watts) is signing for her family's reward from the Mitchums, an extremely elaborate jungle gym for Sonny Jim (Pierce Gagnon) - who I still firmly believe is the host for The Giant - and a white BMW wrapped in a blood red bow. Looking from the jungle gym to the car and back again, Janey is glassy eyed with love and appreciation for a life that is not hers. The closer she gets to Dougie/Cooper, the sadder it is when we imagine how she'll react when she learns that he isn't her husband, and that her actual husband was turned into a gold marble. I mean, how would *anyone* react to learning that? We barely even know what *that* means. But hey, maybe Janey isn't real either. Maybe none of this is real. Maybe we've all just been staring at a slice of cheese for 13 weeks while hooked up to milky pods and tubes like in the Matrix. Nothing is off the table here.

Over in Western Montana, Evil Cooper catches up to his double-crossing cohort Ray Monroe (George Griffith), who shot and left him for dead in Part 8. He pulls his commandeered black pickup truck into the main entrance and is then instructed via telecom to get in an elevator. Once on the main floor, he's greeted by Ray, and a bunch of other criminal types, including (though he doesn't see him at the time) Richard Horne (Eamon Farren), who is very likely his spawn. Evil Cooper is told that he has to arm wrestle the crew's boss and that if he wins, he'll be boss (which he doesn't give a shit about), but if he loses, he has to follow the current boss' orders or risk death. He tells them that if he wins all he wants is Ray, and then proceeds to toy with the boss for a bit - letting him kind of win, and then kind of lose - before putting the hammer down and finishing things off by basically punching through the guy's face.

Naturally, the crew turns over a now terrified Ray and Evil Cooper puts him down with a bullet to the leg and then wrings him for information. Ray sings pretty quickly and reveals that it was, in fact, Phillip Jeffries (David Bowie) who hired Ray to kill Evil Cooper because he's after something that's inside him (BOB?), and that he was told to put the jade Owl Cave ring on his finger after he died. Pulling the ring from his pocket Cooper makes him put it on his own finger, gets a more specific answer as to where to find Jeffries (some place that's not a real place called The Dutchman's), and then shoots Ray in the head. Once dead, the Owl Cave ring falls off his finger and we see it land on the floor of the Black Lodge, where it originated from and has been a harbinger of death on behalf of ever since. Evil Cooper now has the coordinates he's been after, which a pre-dead Ray produced from his pocket, and a better idea of where to find Jeffries. This is ramping up to a battle of epic proportions. Who's gonna play Jeffries though? No stand-in for Bowie will do.

At the Las Vegas police department, Dougie/Cooper's fingerprints, swiped from a mug he was drinking in the waiting room, come back as belonging to someone who escaped from lockup in South Dakota who's also an missing FBI agent, aka Cooper. Unfortunately for Dougie/Cooper, they take the results as a computer error, crumpling them up and tossing them in the trash. Behind the building, where the dirty cops of Las Vegas take their smoke breaks, Dougie/Cooper's co-worker Anthony Sinclair (Tom Sizemore) asks a cop he's in cahoots with, along with Duncan Todd (Patrick Fischler) in a string of insurance frauds how to poison someone without it being detected. He was given one day to do away with Dougie/Cooper once and for all by Todd and this poison has his name on it. Later, in the lobby of their office complex, Sinclair grabs Dougie/Cooper as he comes in for work and pulls him aside for a coffee at the Szymon. Distracted by cherry pie (more lifesaving pie), Dougie/Cooper leaves his co-worker with the opportunity to dump poison in his mug, but when he returns he starts playing with the huge dandruff flakes on Sinclair's shoulders, which he takes as an act of kindness in the form of a massage, and runs away with the poisoned cup to dump it in, of all possible places, a urinal in the men's room. He breaks down and confesses his crimes to Mullins, who let's him know that he's off the hook as long as he testifies against Todd, which he agrees to do. Something tells me that Sinclair is not gonna be around much longer.

We end in Twin Peaks (or is it?) proper where a series of back-to-back heart aches take place. Shelly (Mdchen Amick) gets a call during her shift at the RR from her distraught daughter Becky (Amanda Seyfried) who is upset that her shitty husband Steven (Caleb Landry Jones) hasn't been home in two days. Shelly starts to brush her off saying it's busy at the diner, but then backtracks and asks her to come in for some you guessed it life saving cherry pie. Also at the RR is Norma (Peggy Lipton), once again going over paperwork in her office/booth; Big Ed Hurley (Everett McGill), who makes his first appearance here, sitting across from Norma; and Bobby (Dana Ashbrook), who came in to see Shelly and winds up eating dinner with Big Ed. We quickly learn that Ed and Norma are no longer romantically tied when a business man with way too white of teeth comes in and kisses Norma. He seems to run the diner's finances (which is now a franchise) and has some ideas to make the flagship store more profitable, which Norma shoots down. Nearby at Nadine's (Wendy Robie) store, Run Silent, Run Drapes, she receives a visit from Dr. Jacoby (Russ Tamblyn), who compliments her window dressing - ahem, one of his own Dr. Amp's shit digging shovels - and it looks like romance might be brewing. And then, it's a banner night at the Palmer residence where we find Sarah (Grace Zabriskie) draining her vodka supply while watching a black and white boxing match that keeps repeating the same series of moves on a loop. Sad upon sad upon sad, and then it gets worse.

Yes, Audrey Horne is still pleading with her husband (?) Charlie (Clark Middleton) to tell her what someone named Tina told him on the phone in Part 12. She's shaking, on the verge of tears, and coming more undone by the second when she breaks and tells him that she feels like she's someone else, and somewhere else. The delivery of the cryptic, almost poetic message is reminiscent of other Audrey-isms; you know, like, Do your palms ever itch? Charlie reminds her that she had intended to go to the Roadhouse to look for her lover Billy, and when she asks him how far the Roadhouse is, we really know something is wrong. I'm not sure who I am, but I'm not me, she says. To which Charlie replies, Are you gonna stop playing games, or do I have to end your story too? Audrey wants to know what story that is, and we're left wondering the same. Is Charlie some sort of sadistic psychiatrist taking advantage of his wife's weakened mental state to use her as a puppet in the play of her own life? A much larger story is at hand here, and it'll be super interesting to see how it works out. Audrey makes mention of the story of the little girl who lived down the lane. Could this be in reference to the little girl in Part 8? The one that the BOB/frog entered? So many possibilities.

To further these possibilities, and give an example for how Lynch's work is like a reflective pool, we see a love sick Ed Hurley at his desk in the Gas Farm as the credits roll. He's eating soup and drinking coffee while staring out the window facing the street, and for awhile, we think that's all that's gonna happen, but then he picks up a small piece of folded paper, sets it on fire, and watches it burn. His face has an expression on it that's a mix of sinister and sad. My editor (who stays up till the whee hours of the morning fixing my typos in these every week) believes that piece of paper to have been a note to Norma that Ed writes and destroys every night, abandoned and forlorn. I never even considered this to be a possibility, never really figuring Big Ed for the note passing type, and focused on the fire. The Log Lady (Catherine E. Coulson) has been telling us that there's fire where you are going, and I think we just need to train our eyes and minds to see past the smoke to find it.

DAMN FINE QUOTES

I haven't slept for weeks. I vomited blood. I can't live like this. Anthony Sinclair

Those drapes are completely silent. Nadine Hurley

I'm not sure who I am, but I'm not me. Audrey Horne

NEXT WEEK ON TWIN PEAKS

- Do we ever get more info on Richard and Linda?

- Where's Laura?

- Richard seemed super interested in seeing Evil Cooper in that warehouse. Is there some generationally evil teaming up about to happen?

- Do we get to see what Jeffries is up to?

TONIGHT AT THE ROADHOUSE

Fucking James Hurley with that fucking song.

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