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ofnisas · 6 years ago

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Assignment 001. — About !

BASICS —

Full Name, — Nisa Sirsai

Nicknames, — Nis, Isa.

Age, — Eighteen

Date of Birth, — October 15th

Astrological Sign, — Libra

Alignment, — Chaotic Good

Sexual Preference, — Pansexual

Birthplace, — London, England

Pet Peeves, — Getting told what to do, loud chewing, whiners, people who aren’t loyal.

Some Flaws, — If you couldn’t tell I have a massive sweet tooth. I can be too aggressive sometimes even when I don’t mean to me. My jealously issues stem from a lot of things, but I can’t seem to fix them. I can be impatient, especially if it’s with people I don’t like. Obsessive about being the most powerful witch I can be, in all senses of it. I’m over dramatic and I admit it, if you can’t stand that then take a seat. Temperamental -- I don’t burn with ice, I burn with heat and my heart can get hurt a lot easier than it might seem. From being in a cold home as a young child, I’ve become overly physically clingy and affectionate, it’s not for everyone I know. But, It’s not necessarily a bad thing either.

PHYSICAL TRAITS —

Hair color, — Blonde, though I do change it from time to time, it mostly stays blonde.

Eye color, — Hazel

Height, — 5′4

Sense of Style, — I don’t have an exact style it’s all on how I feel, though I don’t normally wear too many bright colors. I dress in lots of Greens, Silvers, Blacks, plus accessorize with what might say is very Slytherin like objects. When at Hogwarts & not I like to think my fashion sense is impeccable.

Piercings, — Bellybutton, 3 in each ear.

Tattoos, — A dragon and moon tattoo between her shoulder blades and base of neck.

Nationality, — English

What does your voice sound like, — slightly sultry, slightly soft, slightly severe from time to time.

HOGWARTS RELATED —

House, — Slytherin

Year, — 7th

Bloodstatus, — Pureblood

Wand, — Pheonix feather core - 13 3/4 inches - surprisingly swishy - Yew wood

Positions held, — Quidditch Co Cap & Keeper

Patronus, — Dragon

Boggart, — Death, Dying alone, Being forgotten. So, death. I hate being alone, I never wish to be alone again and to me dying is the loneliest thing that can happen to someone.

Favorite house other than your own, — Hufflepuff

Can you fly on a broom, — Merlin yes. I was a natural.

What is your favorite club you are apart of, — Quidditch & Dueling

Worst class for you, — Astronomy, but I put up with it for @greerpaterson.

FAVORITES —

Favorite color, — Any and all types of purple or green.

Favorite Honeydukes candy, — May I say all? No? If I must narrow it down, Fizzing Whizzbees, Pink Coconut Ice, Liquorice Wands & Cauldron Cakes.

Favorite drink, — SODA, Lemonade & Butterbeer is a classic favorite.

Favorite place at Hogwarts, — Anywhere my friends are, though I do love the quidditch pitch, my common room, and the few hidden hideouts I’ve found over the years.

Favorite flavor of ice cream, — Banana or Cherry

Favorite charm, — Glisseo, once when I was younger my Nana left to go run some errands and I turned all the stair cases in our Manor to slides. Best, day, ever. She on the other hand, wasn’t so thrilled.

THIS OR THAT —

Chocolate or Vanilla, — Chocolate

Cookies or Cake, — Cookies

Mountains or Ocean, — Ocean

Winter or Summer, — Both

Spring or Autumn, — Autumn

Eyes or smile, — Eyes

Right handed or left handed, — Right handed

Cuddling or no cuddling, — CUDDLING

Sun or Moon, — Moon

OTHER —

Closest Friends, — Greer, MinMin, Celeste, Felix

Enemies, — Sammich Sammie

Family members, — Nikolai, Nana Mali

Where do you live when not at Hogwarts, — At the og Sirsai Mannor with Nana and Nik.

Hobbies, — Reading, Quiditch, I have a small obsession with learning about historic strong witches & I bake a lot. But, only for certain people and these certain people know it’s her soft secret.

Pets, — Zeus, her kitty. At home she has a snake named Medusa.

Any crushes, — Nisa side eye, not sure

Have you ever been in love, — I’ve always wanted to be

Something nobody knows about you, — She has a secret hidden stash of muggle romance novels.

A small story from a past year of hogwarts ( it can be as short or long as you wish for it to be), It was the day of the first frog choir practice and Nisa was excited. One of the fonder memories she has as a child was her mother singing her to sleep. She made her way next to Greer and already had her head resting on the girl’s shoulder. The parchment covered in music notes and lyrics between her fingers. Everything was going according to plan, the professor urged them to start signing. Nisa’s mouth opened and that’s when disaster struck. The fellow students beside her had their hands covering their ears and the professor looked shocked, she didn’t know what was wrong. “Maybe..Maybe this class isn’t for you, my dear,” Her ears started to ring and burn and her stomach started to fill with dread and embarrassment. “Not for me?” She asked, looking down at the parchment again and then to Greer. Face falling and heart sinking, she mumbled. “I can’t sing can I?” The professor shook her head and feeling low, she ran. Pushing others out of her way to do so. Hot tears starting to stream down her little first year cheeks, realizing she had already failed in something. She had locked herself away in a secret hiding place she’d found and promised herself she would never sing aloud again.

#charmstask #tasks.#about.#IM #tbhjkkff #frog choir still haunts her

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forasecondtherewedwon · 7 years ago

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Can you do #44 for Falice please? Thank you in advance I love your writing!

Aww thank you!! I’m always happy to write something for someone so polite! This one kinda turned into a mini-epic romance. Whoops.

44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

It was the most inane, lowbrow recommendation Alice Cooper had ever had themisfortune of receiving in her inbox. The higher ups (Hiram’s suited ‘experts’in the big city newspaper biz, guiding her paper with their little‘suggestions’ since Lodge had bought it from Hal) had decided that the best wayto charm small town readers and keep their own numbers in the black was tointroduce a little ‘neighbours helping neighbours’ type of column.

Once a week, in the Saturday edition, advice would be offered on problemswithin the Riverdale community; not big problems like serial killer husbands―ohno, nothing reeking so hideously of personal failure and the endlesspossibilities for suburbia’s disappointments―but tiny ones. My child’s havingtrouble making friends. My neighbour’s building a fence on my side of theproperty line. My husband’s not interested any more. How do I establish goodrapport with my kid’s teacher? How can I spice things up in the bedroom? How,how, how. Help, help, help.

Alice argued. She pleaded. She practically tore her hair out. Then, shesucked it up and posted a notice a week before the suits wanted the new columnto appear, soliciting the absurd troubles of friends and strangers alike. Thesuits told her she could hire someone to be the Register’s very own Dear Abby. Ha.As if she had the money. Dear Alice would have to do.

All week long, the responses flooded in, citizens eager to have theirproblems heard and addressed. Keen to be petted and praised and handled withpatience and benevolence. Alice had to talk herself down from keeping a largebottle of wine in her filing cabinet. There were too many secrets people wanted toconfess (which she didn’t want to hear). Too many attempts made to ask foradvice yet keep control themselves (which she didn’t want to negotiate). Toomany goddamn whiners in this fucking town!

Thursday night rolled around and Alice still hadn’t made a selection, letalone started on the thoughtful, thorough, and perky reply she would beexpected to provide. She locked the door of the Register office and stared at her tired face, reflected in theglass for her against the dark backdrop of the quiet-streeted night.

The phone rang and Alice strode with something less than a briskprofessionalism back to her desk to answer. Even though she didn’t want to bepolite. Even though it was long after public hours.

“Hello?”

“Am I too late to submit my question for the new advice column?”

Alice’s eyes narrowed.

“F.P., is that you? Are you screwing with me?” She pressed the phone harderto her ear.

“Hey! I’m looking for advice, Al. Just tell me, am I too late?”

She let her gaze sweep the deserted office a few times before answering withthe greatest reluctance.

“No.”

“Ok, well you write it down if you want, or just remember it. Whatever youwant,” he repeated. Alice frowned in confusion at his earnest tone.

“Fine, F.P., but―”

“Just don’t interrupt,” he requested. Alice wanted to snap back at him, buta heavy sigh traveled down the line and she stood still and silent instead.

“Go ahead,” she urged softly, really clutching the phone now.

“There’s this girl―woman,” hecorrected himself. “Boy, I bet you’ve heard a million like this.” His laugh,rough and pure, made Alice’s heart thump a little harder. “Anyway, I knew her acouple lifetimes ago, teenage romance, you know? It was a real mess―well, itwasn’t, I was―and I screwed it up sobadly that I drove this girl―woman―awayabout as far as you can drive a person away with both of you still living inthe same small town. But I’ll spare you the details of the youth of a mixed upkid too stubborn to pick up the phone or walk a mile to their spot on theriver―his and the girl’s.”

“Woman’s,” Alice gently corrected, feeling a tremble in her chin.

“Right,” F.P. agreed, with no rebuff for her intrusion. “So she getsmarried, and I get married, and we have kids that belong to other people andwe’re still not talking because,” Alice heard the sound of F.P. scratchingfingernails through his scruff, the way he did when he was nervous or justtongue-tied, “over the years, we’ve just gotten so goddamn good at it.Eventually, neither one of us is so very married anymore, but it’s been so longthat whatever we are now is defined by how hard we’ve shoved each other way,rather than the tenderer times we had as a pair of dumb kids. Stupid,” Alice’sbreath hitched as she heard him laugh weakly, “but head over heels in love in away everybody could see.”

His voice faded into nothing and the air hung between them, Alice standingalone in her office. F.P. wherever it was F.P. went these days since he’d quitthe gang for good. Alice sniffed.

“So, what’s your question?” Without really paying it much attention, sheplucked a pen from her desk and clicked it repeatedly, trying not to look downso the water wouldn’t dribble out of her eyes.

“I wanna know…” A deep, shaky inhale. “…if you think this woman could loveme again. If it is possible, in your professional, highly respected opinion,for this woman to love me again.”

Alice’s lips parted and a sob leapfrogged up her throat. The pen clattereddown on the desk, rolling to wedge under the keyboard.

“While you’re thinking…” F.P.’s low voice requested. Alice closed her eyesand let herself be soothed by it. “…why don’t you turn off your light? I betyour eyes are tired.”

Her fingers hovered over the switch.

“I should finish…” she said, hesitating.

“You’ve been working too late, Al,” he protested.

“I have nobody to go home to,” she confessed at a whisper.

“Just turn off the light.”

Alice obeyed, blinking as her gaze moved from the switch to the office’sfront window. Eyes on the dark she could now see clearly into, Alice hung upthe phone and walked, dreamlike, to the door. She flipped the lock and F.P.walked in.

“You never told me,” she accused without the usual bite she reservedspecifically for conversations with the man before her, the man now reachingout, now taking her hands in his.

F.P. swung his head into a tilt and gave her a look.

“Took you twenty years to ask to hear what I wanted to say.”

Alice looked down at her perfect nude heels, face scrunching like a bad ideatossed into a wastepaper basket. Her tears ran, free.

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” she admitted to F.P., looking up with a wetsmile and an unconvincing shrug.

He pulled her tightly into his arms and she cried hard and happily into hisneck.

“Because you’re still that girl,” he explained, rubbing her back.

“Mixed up?” she choked out sarcastically.

“No. Mine.”

#my writing #drabble #riverdale drabble #riverdale #riverdale fanfiction #falice #falice drabble #falice fanfiction #fp jones #alice cooper

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vidalinav · 8 years ago

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I’ll Never Let You Go

Nessian Fluff, this time (I’m serious!)

Words: ~2000

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Inspired by “A Heavy Heart” by Anthony Greninger

Somewhere between space and time, the stars worshiped the night. Dancing atop indigo and violet skies, along rivers of oblivion, and endless chasms of color. But the stars would never be more magnificent then the light that only grew as they held each other.

They were sitting on an armchair, an old rickety little thing. He was much too big for it, and his wings barely fit between the cushions. She was much too small for it, her body barely covered the cushions. And yet, that old rickety little thing was their favorite possession in the place they called their home.

Nesta was sitting on his lap, and Cassian held her to him, as if getting up was something far, far away. She did not mind in the least. He rubbed her back and she nestled her head between his neck, nuzzling her nose into his soft skin and his heady scent.

It came as no surprise that the chair had become their favorite spot. After all, they had learned a long time ago, that the more worn it was, the more beautiful it became.

They had lost count of how many hours had passed, if time had passed at all. Their arms, their legs, their souls had remained entwined, tied and knotted, never to be unraveled again. They did not have to say words, they did not have to declare their love. They simply stared at each other, lost to the world and to the universe.

She didn’t want to ruin the peace, didn’t want to talk to loud when even the birds hushed to hear their heartbeats, but her heart always wanted to speak to the other half that would listen. Nesta whispered it to him, so soft she was sure it would have been carried on the wind before it had finally reached his ears.

“I’ve always wanted to be married.”

His hazel eyes bore into hers, but he did not say a word. Nesta had forgotten what it felt like to be foolish, until the words toppled out of her lips, but he would never judge her. She would remember that sentiment faster than she would remember her name.

“I didn’t think it was possible.”

Cassian let her speak, let her voice every ounce of the thoughts she held so dear. He didn’t interrupt her once, and she had always loved him for it. She grew up with many people who were far too willing to interrupt her.

“I hated men and I was sure they hated me.”

He pursed his lips and she knew he wanted to take her memories away, all the nightmares, all the grievances. But they were her scars, just like the ones that ran along his body.

“I wanted the fairytale. A white dress, a long veil, roses in my hand as I faced the one I loved. I wanted my father to walk me down the aisle.”

She looked towards their entwined hands in her lap. The hands that never let go.

“And just like sand, it slipped right through my fingertips.”

Nesta leaned her head on his, until their foreheads touched. Something about the feel of his skin always made her feel stronger, more capable somehow. Cassian took one look at her, and nuzzled his nose with hers. Her small smile was all he needed. He leaned up, kissing her nose. Her small laugh scared the demons away.

Cassian had always felt as if Nesta was a walking flame. A person who embodied the sun and every bit of strength held within. But Nesta was first and foremost, an independent human being. She felt more than anybody. So, when she leaned into him, playing with his hands resting between them, he cradled her gently. He grasped her face with his large hands, and held her gaze. The skies had never been clearer.

“One day, I’m going to marry you.”

Her eyes widened as she took in his words, but Cassian was just beginning. It was a dream of his as much as it was hers.

“You’ll be wearing a white dress, and you’ll be no more beautiful than you always are, but you’ll still take my breath away.”

Her eyes shined, hopeful, and beautiful, and alive.

“Elain will arrange the flowers. Since, she’s the only one who’s good at that sort of thing. And Feyre will plan the whole thing. It’ll all be perfect and somehow so us we won’t believe it.

Az and Rhys will be cracking jokes and laughing at me as we wait. The glass of whiskey in my hands will be shaking, from how nervous I am. And Mor will give me advice, even if I’m sure she’d given it to me before.”

Cassian shrugged at the truth in his words. He knew his family like the back of his hands.

“I’ll want to see you, and I’ll be so frightened every time I think of going to your room. You’ll say it’s bad luck, and I won’t take you seriously. But I know that it means a lot to you, so I won’t push it.”

Her lips rose at the pout that formed on his lips. He had always been a whiner.

“I’ll be waiting for you at the end, and every step you take will feel like an eternity to me. I’ll want you by side in an instant, but I’ll savor every moment that I get to look at you.”

His fingers glide along her ivory skin, a sweet contrast to the tan of his. They had been brought together by stardust and an infinite amount of possibility.

“Our family will surround us, everyone we have ever loved. Even if they’re not all there, even if some of them can’t be there, they’ll all be sitting and watching, surrounding us with their love.”

Her eyes swarmed with unshed tears and her heart was both heavy and light. As if the world was on her shoulders but balloons were strapped to her back. She was both ready to fly away and never leave the ground.

“I’ll say how much I love you, because I love you more than the stars above me. I’ll say that I don’t want to live without you, because I can’t imagine a life where I’m happy without you. I’ll say that I know you hate the cauldron for what it took from you, but how I thank it every day for the miracle in front of me.”

His soft smile awoke a love so fierce, she would go to war to protect it. But right now, she only wanted to hold him.

“Your eyes will be looking at me, like they are now. Shining, big and bright. And when the priestess says I can kiss you, I’ll look at you, asking for permission. I’ll never do anything you don’t want to do. You’ll probably roll your eyes at me, and when you lean up to kiss me I’ll probably hold my breath. I’ll probably feel like passing out, but I’ll hold you and kiss you, while the others complain that we’re taking forever and to get a room. We’ll ignore them like we always do.”

Cassian’s lips touched hers softly, gently. Coaxing hers into revealing her deepest secrets. But he already knew them. He knew everything about her.

“I’ll never want to let you go.”

Nesta may have lived where the stars shined brighter than any light known, but she swore it would never compare to the light of his eyes and the warmth in his heart. Her body couldn’t take it any longer, she just needed to be closer. The rickety, old couch wasn’t small enough. She wanted to hold him forever if she could, protect him, keep him, love him for the rest of her days.

He whispered a prayer into her skin, tattooed it into her neck. She wanted to hear it again and again, as long as she lived.

“I’ll never let you go.”

Bonus:

Red was the first color she saw when she awoke the next morning. It wasn’t from love, though heart was filled with it and it wasn’t from anger, though Cassian wasn’t next to her. An oddity, when he was the one to always complain that she got up too early.

It was the softness of the petals, a delicate rose greeting her good morning and a happy afternoon. It lied on her bedside table, and a harsh white stood right next to it.

Nesta sat up and looked around her, listening for thudding or curses, but nothing. The quietness alit Nesta in flames and caution. She took the note and read the scribbles painted along its body.

Good morning, beautiful.

I know you, so I know you’ll look at this before you look at the rose. You are my best friend, you are my soulmate, you are everything I have ever dreamed of. Yesterday, I told you I’d marry you. Today, will you do me the honor of being my wife?

All my love,

Hopefully your fiancé, Cassian

P.S. Look at the rose

She rushed to grab the flower, and like clockwork, along its stem- a ring. Nesta swore she couldn’t breathe. The ring fell right into her palm.

Nesta stared at it with wide eyes and a racing heartbeat. She held it between her fingers as if it would somehow fly away.

A moment later, Cassian walked in, breakfast in his hands. He had barely set it down, before she was burrowing towards him. He caught her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His arms once again encircled her and she once again held him close.

She didn’t have to voice aloud her answer to him.

She’d never let him go either.

This was so easy to write which surprised me cause fluff is not easy to write. But idk maybe I was sick of sad stuff. I hope you liked it, we always need more fluff in the world

#nessian #nessian drabble #nessian fanfiction #nesta archeron #cassian #acomaf #acotar #acowar #sjm #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta

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kookienomster3 · 8 years ago

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I Want The Headline (Pt. 5)

Written By: suga-of-daegu BTS Fanfiction Angst WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Mafia/Gang

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Jungkook nodded as Taehyung slipped past him out of the room. As soon as he was out of sight, Jungkook was frowning at you, "What was he saying to you?" You feigned ignorance, shaking your head,

"Nothing-"

He crossed his arms over his chest. "You're lying, what did he say?" Visibly taken aback by the sudden shift in attitude, you paused. Telling him the truth would end badly, wouldn't it?

"He..he was asking me why I didn't pick him." You whispered. It was the partial truth. Taehyung had indeed asked that. Jungkook stared at you intently for a moment. That was what you were lying about? The only reason you should feel the need to lie about it is if you were seriously wondering if Taehyung was the better choice. His expression hardened and he beckoned you over. You obeyed, letting his arms wrap around your shoulder as he led you into the hall.

Once you two were a few feet down the hall, Jungkook ripped his flannel that was draped over your shoulders off, flinging it somewhere behind him. "Hey! Get out here!" He screamed, taking a step down the hall. He leaned back to grip your wrist and tug you forward, "Hey! Y/N's free for grabs!" He called out, banging on room doors as he led you down the hall. Beyond confused, you silently let you lead him. What was he doing? Several men opened their doors to investigate Jungkook's sudden racket. Upon hearing that you were up for grabs, they ventured out into the hall, making a beeline towards you. Your heart started to race when Jungkook's hand slipped away and several people much bigger than you crowded around you.

Jungkook didn't bat an eyelash when the first man gripped your arm tightly, pulling you towards his door. These men were savages, you thought frantically. You tried to pry his hand off, looking back to Jungkook desperately, "Jungkook! Please! Don't-" The man's other hand clamped over your mouth,

"No one likes a whiner, shut your mouth." He growled. Before he could get you to step into his room, Jungkook pried the guy's hands away, pulling you back into his chest and shoving the man into his room. You gripped onto him tightly, pressing your face against his collarbone. Your whole body shaking, your fingers dug into his back. You could feel his heart beating steadily and the feel of taut muscles and sturdy bone contracting and expanding against your body as he breathed calmly. The flannel he had flung earlier was now draped over his shoulder and you snatched it up, holding it tightly to your face, weeping into the soft fabric. If this what was going to happen if you ventured out of his room or the Waiting Room without it, then this shirt was never going to leave your side.

"I'm Jungkook's." you chanted softly, warily eyeing the few men who still lingered in the halls. "Don't touch me, I'm Jungkook's." A hand settled on your lower back and you flinched. Jungkook quietly shushed you, assuring you that it was him who touched you. The men who had congregated in the hall all grumpily returned to their rooms. It seemed Jungkook had changed his mind about sharing.

"In case you were thinking Tae was a better option," Jungkook murmured to you softly, "That was his idea of fun with his girls...but he doesn't stop them, he just watches." Tentatively, he kissed your brow, thoroughly surprised when you tilted your head up and kissed him fully on the mouth. His lips upturned slightly and he sighed quietly, licking his lips.

"Please don't do that again," You pleaded, resting your head back against him, "I was so scared when you let go of me. I thought.." He marveled a bit at how tightly you clung to him, eyes drawn to the tears falling down your face. You were really scared without him beside you. No one had ever cried in relief to see him before. Testing his limits even further, he brushed his fingertips along the side of your face, breath catching when you leaned into his touch. Seeing the way you held onto his shirt for dear life and chanted that you only wanted him made him feel something.

And he liked it.

And he knew he didn't want to share it.

Jimin paced around the cemetery. Out of all the places he could've gone to think, he ended up coming here. Since he had taken the effort to walk here, he might as well continue with his original idea. He quietly walked through the gates, careful to walk on the cement strips between graves.

Tonight was rather cold and rather stupidly, he had come out in just a t-shirt. He was too angry at the time to look for a jacket; quite dumb on his part. Jimin's eyes lingered over one of the white marble tombstones. He had read the name a thousand times but still stopped to read it again every time he came here. That was where Yoongi's fiancee was buried. He never dwelled there for too long and tonight was no different. He only thing he knew for sure about her was how much Yoongi loved her. The next stone he stopped at was where his girlfriend was laid to rest. Kneeling before it, he tenderly wiped the dirt off. She never liked things to be too messy.

Jimin smiled softly, tearing out some grass blades that had grown too long. "You know.." He began softly, scratching off some clumped dirt from around the name,"Jin had a sister... Crazy right? She doesn't look much like him, but they're both..well, you know what you thought Jin's looks." He chuckled," Anyway...Yoongi gave her over to Namjoon and now she's under Jungkook... I hope she's alright." He stood up, brushing off his pants, "You know first hand how he can be., don't you? I'm sorry I didn't show up sooner.."

Jimin turned back towards the gates, "I love you. See you next time." He paused, looking back at the lone tombstone, "And tell Yoongi hyung's fiancee that he misses her a lot; even if he doesn't come around anymore." He passed through the gates, turning left and heading towards the docks. It was getting closer to 1:30 and by the time he actually got there, it'd be 2 am. A quick text was sent out to Hoseok, letting him know that he'd meet him there. Hoseok replied immediately, informing him that he was going to grab an extra med-kit and head out there.

Head to the docks to get the shit beat out of him..that's how he was spending his Friday night- or technically, his Saturday morning. He laughed bitterly. What exactly was Yoongi hoping to gain out of this? Still, Jimin trusted him. Yoongi had some screwed up tactics, but he knew what he was doing and Jimin had always blindly followed and everything turned out alright..for the most part. He was about to start doubting his leader now. Crossing several streets Jimin took a short break at the bar a block from the docks. Leaned up against the wrought iron gates, he calmly watched the flickering flashlights of the dock security as they searched for amateur drug dealers. He laughed quietly, watching idiot teens scramble out of the light's path as they tried to avoid being caught and the guards jumping at every sound.

After a few minutes, he pushed himself off the gate and headed across the street, candidly strolling along the tall gates of the docks. He followed the gates until they cut off and the path dropped off to the ocean. He inched closer to the edge, toes of his boots hanging off in open air. A particularly strong gust of wind blew by, whipping his brightly colored bang in his face. Jimin took a step back to adjust his knit hat over his head pushing all his hair under it. He'd be stupid to let his orange-dyed hair remain out in sight.

Satisfied, he stepped back to the edge and sat down. Dark water crashed violently against the rocks about 100 feet below him. "Aishh," He giggled softly, "I'd hate to die that way." A flashlight shone somewhere nearby. He needed to be a little quicker it seemed. Toeing at the concrete, he felt around for the support bar somewhere under the ledge. Finding purchase on it, he sucked in a breath and grasped a bar on the gate beside him. This part was hard. He had to support all his weight with one arm that gripped the gate and lower himself down- with the tide crashing against the rocks below him- until his foot was resting firmly against the small metal bar tucked under the lip of concrete where the dock ended.

Jimin started to lower himself down. One hand tightly gripping the gate rod, the other pressed against the concrete cliff, to prevent himself from smacking into it. His foot slipped on the wet metal rod and he almost fell into the murky water below. Breathing slowly, he tried again this time getting a good footing. The bad thing about this bar was that it only fit one foot and other hung useless at his side, throwing off his balance. He literally had to muscle his way down, to the side to clear the gate and then back up just to get to the docks without being seen by any cameras. The docks were Namjoon's turf, so there was no hopping the fence or forcing his way in. He had to get in without being seen, which unfortunately involved a lot of climbing along cliffs. "If I don't die here," He muttered to himself, "I should really tell Yoongi hyung to find an easier way to get in."

Jimin released the iron gate and there were few seconds where he was falling back towards the water as he scrambled to grab the edge of the concrete. He must look odd from afar he mused. Only the top of his head and fingertips were visible from land. If anyone were out at sea looking over, they'd just see a man dangling from the edge of the docks. Jimin laughed, "I must look pretty dumb.."

A flashlight came into view again and he quickly ducked down, hoping they wouldn't see his hand gripping the ground. There were no footprints coming closer, so he assumed he was in the clear. Now, all he had to do was step off the metal rod and rely solely on his arm strength to shift him over, past where the gate ended right at the edge of the dock. It was a good thing he didn't have to fight back against Jungkook, he was tired already. Tentatively, Jimin lifted one hand, his stomach lurching as slipped, "Shit.." He hissed, grabbing back onto the ledge and sliding over a bit. His legs dangled uselessly, being blown around by the strong sea gusts. After a several more motions of almost scaring himself to death, he had cleared the gate.

Now all he had to do was pull himself back up onto the ledge. "I'm tired~" he whined, slowly pulling himself up. As his head cleared, he looked around, making sure no guards were around. Seeing none, he pulled himself up fully, flopping down onto the concrete and panting. His arms were numb from supporting his entire body weight for so long. Rolling onto his side, Jimin checked the time; it was 15 minutes past 2. He needed to get moving.

Standing up he looked over to where he started. It was literally a foot away, just separated by the iron gate and he had to do all this climbing and almost falling to his death to move a foot to the right of where he started. "Yeah..there has to be an easier way." He concluded, "'I wonder how Hobi's going to get in."

Jungkook laughed at your look of disbelief, his open palm slapping down on his thigh as he laughed, "Really! I've never heard of that! What did you do there? Just eat?"

You shook your head, "No! You're lying! You're a guy, you have to have heard of Sochi's Grill! That was like..the number one spot to go on dates at for high school students!" You studied his face for a reaction. Jungkook only looked back at the road, the traces of a smile still lingering on his face. "Jeon Jungkook, you know about it." You pressed. He smiled to himself as he flipped on his turn signal,

"I really don't!" He continued to argue playfully, "I've never heard of Sochi's Grill or whatever this place is. Why was it so popular with school couples?"

"It's where all the couples went for their dates because old man Sochi was really cool and didn't kick them out when.."

He looked over at you, "When..?"

Your cheeks reddened and you were thankful it was dark out. "When they..got a little too touchy."

Jungkook was quiet for a moment," You wanna go there now?" He teased, giggling at your genuine surprise. "Yea?" he pretended to hear, "Okay~" You rolled your eyes, laying back in your seat,

"I can't believe you've never heard of it... Ahh, did you even go to school?" You joked, glancing at him. His smile faded, hand holding the wheel a little tighter,

"Not really.." he murmured," Was kinda busy with other stuff."

"Wait, I didn't mean to- I was joking, Jungkook." You pressed. "You know that right?" He smiled softly at you,

"Why do you do that?"

"What?"

"You talked to me like.." He thought for a moment, " Like.I don't know...you know when people pick up puppies? They're really gentle and careful and delicate...and it's not mockingly, it's because they care about it and want to love it. That's how you talk to me."

You frowned softly,"How else am I supposed to talk to you? Do you want me to yell and hit you?"

Jungkook shrugged, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't used to that...but no. I like the way you talk to me." He grinned softly at you, "I'm glad you picked me. Now, come on." You belatedly realized he had parked the car at the docks, "Two sweeps around here and then we can go to Sochi's; are they still open?" He laughed when you slapped his arm, leaning over towards you. His hands gripped your jaw, pulling your mouth towards his. He pressed a firm kiss on your lips, pulled away slightly and then pressed a softer one there. "It's usually dead here when it's cold, so this should be quick." You stepped out of the car, instantly shivering. It really was cold. Jungkook came up behind you, flicking the back of your neck with a grin. "We're going this way." He instructed, heading towards the loading dock crane."So how long have you been in the organization?" He asked, glancing down at you, "You mentioned something about hours earlier?"

You stared at your hands, "Yeah...hours. I was traded to Namjoon- I think his name is- by Yoongi..for a ring.."Jungkook whistled lowly, nodding,

"That's kinda weird...How long were you with Yoongi's group?" His hand briefly wrapped around your waist to lead you around a corner. You noticed that everytime you two came to an intersection, he'd slow down, making sure to keep you behind him.

"Hours." You chuckled bitterly. "He had me abducted to get me Jin to cooperate with him."

He looked back at you in confusion, "Who's Jin?"

You frowned at him, "My brother." Didn't already know this? Sure you hadn't mentioned yet that Jin was your brother, but Jin's name alone should have been familiar to him. He must've sensed you off tone because he soon gave you an odd look.

" Okay... and how do you know Jin?" he pressed slowly. You relaxed, maybe he had a cover to keep and had to pretend to not know Jin. Just telling him that Jin was your brother should clear everything up. Then you could get down to making up a plan to help Jin.

"He's my brother." You informed him. He nodded distractedly, checking around the next corner,

"What were we talking about again?"

"Jeon!" You whined. He chuckled,

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He amended,"We got off track and I forgot." He leaned down, pecking your lips, "And what's with this 'Jeon'? Getting informal already?" You pushed him away, turning away from his teasing expression. His laughter died out, fingers curling into the front of your jacket, and pulling you slowly behind him," Stay right behind me and be quiet." He whispered, "There's someone else here." He started towards the dock station (which looked more like a shack) slowly, "If I tell you to run, you run. Don't look back or slow down, just run."

Standing under the dull lamp of the shack, a figure straightened up, waving at them, "Jungkookie~!" You recognized Jimin's voice. Jungkook's back muscles tensed under your hands as you held onto him. He stepped further out, clearing the trailer and meeting Jimin out in the open. You peeked around him at Jimin. "Ahh, it's cold tonight, right?" He whined, "I should've brought a jacket."

Jungkook stopped walking, his eyes narrowing, "Why are you here? Who are you waiting for?"

Jimin giggled,"I'm waiting for you, Jungkookie."

"Stop calling me that." He huffed. Jungkook shifted his weight from one foot to the other and that's when Jimin noticed you.

"Hey~ How are you doing? Did you miss me?" He asked, sidestepping to get a better look at you, "I've missed you a lot, baby~"

"Don't call her that." Jungkook hissed. Jimin's smile fell into a challenging smirk,

"And what are you going to do about it...Jungkookie?" Jimin stepped forward, hand reaching out to ruffle Jungkook's hair, Jungkook smack it away, "Ahh.." Jimin teased, glancing at you, "Why don't we put the little one to bed, baby and then you and I can-"

You jumped as Jimin's head snapped back, his hands going to his nose. Pulling it away, Jimin examining the blood. "Ow.." He lunged forward, fist connecting with Jungkook's mouth and suddenly the two of them were rolling on the ground. Jungkook quickly gained the upper hand, sitting on Jimin's chest and wailing on him. You noticed that Jimin wasn't fighting back.

Why wasn't he?

Fairly soon, you found yourself grabbing onto Jungkook's waist and pulling with all your might, trying to get him off Jimin. He was much bigger than you and despite using all your weight to pull at the tense muscles of his shoulders, he hadn't been hindered in the slightest. Beneath him, Jimin silent braced himself for each hit. Why wasn't he fighting back? "Jungkook! Jungkook, stop!" He ignored you, pushing Jimin's face against the asphalt.

"Why the hell aren't you fighting back!" Jungkook shouted angrily. Jimin always fought back. He was the one who started this and now all of a sudden he didn't want to fight? Jungkook's hands dove down for Jimin's neck, gripping it tightly. "Fucking fight back you little bitch!" The other man gagged violently, the areas around his eyes reddening. By then you were shrieking, frantically clawing at Jungkook's arm.

"Stop it! You're going to kill him!" you screamed desperately. Jungkook turned to you suddenly, releasing Jimin. He fell to the ground with a thud and rolled on his side clutching his neck while coughing and gasping for breath. Ignoring Jungkook, you dropped down beside Jimin rubbing his back,"Are you okay? Let me see." His dazed eyes passed over your head, focusing above you. Voice hoarse, he tried to say something, but it came out as a croaked whine as he shut his eyes in pain. A dark shadow loomed over you, a chill setting into your bones. You started to scramble back, but Jungkook had grabbed the collar of your shirt, jerking you up against his chest.

"You're going to stand right here and be quiet. Got that? Jimin's not any of your business." he hissed lowly, shoving you back. You opened your mouth to protest but he was quickly growled, "I didn't stutter. Shut your damn mouth, Y/N."

You watched in horror as Jungkook gripped Jimin's collar, raising his head up only to strike him with his fist. Wanting to move away, but too afraid of what Jungkook would do, you tried to focus on the color of Jimin's shoes. Anything to distract from the awful sounds. But when he started to jerk erratically with each blow, you couldn't bare to watch any part of him. Tears gathered in your eyes, falling silently as you flinched at each wet thud of Jungkook's fist against Jimin's face. How could Jimin be so silent? When a cry of pain suddenly passed through Jimin's lips, you just started to run. You had to be away from this, you couldn't bare it.

From his spot by a bunch of crates, Hoseok saw you run by. He wanted to call out to you, but you were already too far away and he had been ordered to keep an eye on Jimin so Jungkook wouldn't kill him. And from the looks of it, he needed to intervene soon. He decided to just call it in, "The girl...Jin's sister... Jungkook brought her and she just ran off somewhere. Jungkook's too distracted to notice."

"I'll get her."

You ran in the direction of the car, fully intent on just waiting and trying to calm down. But the closer you got to it, the more suspicious it seemed. Did Jungkook leave the lights on? Your run died down into a jog, then you stopped completely. Was that the engine you heard? It wasn't like the car inched forward that you started to run in the opposite direction back to Jungkook. The car took off, quickly catching up to you, passing you and then stopping in front of you. You bumped into it, halfway falling through the passenger window that was rolled down. The driver grabbed your hand, and you shrieked. His eyes narrowed, "Shut the fuck up before I yank you through his window." Your eyes met Yoongi's. He was frowning, hand slackening on your wrist. Ignoring how he had come to find you, and why he was in Jungkook's car you gripped onto his jacket sleeve pulling him towards the window, "Jimin! He's- Jungkook's beating him! You have to help hi-" Yoongi's hands firmly pried yours off of him. He dusted off his sleeves,

"I am aware."

"You..you know..?" You echoed. If he knew then why wasn't he doing anything? Maybe he already had?

"You got him safely?"

Yoongi studied you silently. Shutting off the ignition to the car and getting out, he stepped around it to stand in front of you, "Why do you care?" His slender fingers lifted to the stretched collar of your shirt, "You were fighting too?" He mused quietly, smoothing down the frayed fabric.

"No...I... I tried to pull Jungkook off an-"

Yoongi smiled at you, "You? Tried to pull Jungkook off Jimin? How did that work out?" He tugged at the collar,"Is that how this happened?"

"Yes, but...you never answered me. Did you get him out safely?"

"I got them." His arm reached out beside you, hand opening the passenger door, "We took Jungkook too." He nodded towards the car,"Now, get the fuck in before I leave you here in the rain."

Jungkook had been strapped to a chair beside Jin. A fold out table had been set up a few feet away, seemingly random items scattered across it. Between the tied up men and the table stood Yoongi, hands clasped gently behind his back."Talked to your little busy boy." Yoongi chimed softly, "It's a bit funny that his name is also Jungkook, right?" His eyes passed over Jin gleefully,"Anyone ever get you two confused?"

Jungkook apathetically stared back at him. Unperturbed, Yoongi continued," One little threat to inject a little more epinephrine than was healthy and he was gladly fessing up Namjoon's plans to me. You should really get your member's loyalty check out." His hands ran over the pair of scissors on the table, "So..what you're going to do is call off that attack by any means necessary. Sabotage the weapons, ask nicely, even kill Namjoon if you have to; it'll be less shit for me to worry about."

Jungkook finally reacted; with a smirk. "And why would I do that?" Were they going to torture him or something? He'd been through that before. What about the guy next to him? Who exactly was he? Jungkook had never seen him before.

You were jerked into view. Although you were blindfolded and couldn't see a thing, you could clearly hear your brother's soft plea of 'No'. Jungkook hadn't made a sound. Jimin stood behind you, holding your tied hands and maneuvering you forward a bit.

"Jimin, I'm scared." You whispered. You never thought you'd be tied up back in this warehouse, but here you were. Voice still hoarse from being choked, Jimin tenderly kissed the tip of your shoulder,

"I'm right here, baby. Just focus on me, alright?" He quietly soothed. As long as everyone cooperated for a change, you'd be perfectly fine. You heard someone jerk against their restraints and Yoongi's bemused chuckle,

"Oh..Did that make you mad?"

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theunbowedwoman · 8 years ago

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Love is love is love is love is...

Dear Mom,

Several year ago, I went to see a therapist to cope with the aftermath of your and Peter’s passing. One of the things she suggested was for me to write letters to you, dad, and Peter about anything I wanted. I really liked that idea and writing those letters proved to be a great catharsis. I still have those letters and read them once in a blue moon to remind me of where I was and how far I’ve come.

It occurred to me that doing such an exercise shouldn’t be limited to any specific period in one’s life, and in an odd way, it also reminded me a lot of when I was younger and had a pen pal (yes, remember those--we actually put pen on paper, stuffed the letter in an envelope, put a stamp on it, and mailed the letter!). It’s been nearly a decade since I wrote my letter to you, and I think we’re long overdue for another.

Mom, I’m careening toward 50, and with any luck and Buddha’s will, I will live to see that age. I’m not being morose but realistic. Believe me, I know all too well the pitfall of assuming something will happen and the heartbreak when it doesn’t. As I hopefully approach that milestone, mom, I still can’t believe you won’t be here to experience it with me.

In losing you, mom, I lost such a big part of myself that I will never gain back. It’s ok--I long ago accepted that, and also that sadness will always occupy a fraction of my life. And oddly enough, it’s made me realize and cherish all the sweet moments I’ve had after you left--and there have been some!--that much more sweeter and memorable. It’s hard to describe, but since losing you and Peter, I feel things so much more intensely. And me being me--generally optimistic and hopeful--I’ve chosen to feel the good things in life more intensely than the bad.

Mom, when I think back, I realized that you were not perfect. But was I the perfect daughter? Far from it. I think one of the saddest things in American society now is that children expect their parents to be perfect, parents want to be everything for their children, and people expect their partners to fulfill everything in them. It’s no wonder that so many of us are breaking under this unfair pressure, and the winners are...psychiatrists and psychologists and pharmarectucal companies.

No, mom, you dared to be imperfect and to have a mind of your own, and in so doing, you showed me the importance of being oneself and not just doing or saying the politically correct thing and following the crowd. The most important thing you imparted in me--and the thing that probably gave me the confidence I have today--is that I knew your love for me was unlimited and span the passage of time. I always knew that if I fell, you would be there to pick me up, to hold me, to shelter me. You saw the imperfections in me--in all of your children (does anyone know more about her children’s faults than a mother?)--and you loved me nonetheless. You accepted me, warts and all, yet you also let me know the things I needed to improve, if I were to have successful relationships in life. And I listened to you and absorbed what you said, because I knew you had my best interests at heart, like no other.

Mom, you were--and will continue to be--the love of my life. I’ve been extremely fortunate to have had a few earth-shattering, groundbreaking, heart-pounding loves since you, but even in the throes of those experiences, I’ve always known that none of them compares to my love for you, and vice versa. How incredibly lucky am I, to never have to search for the love of my life, but to have immediately found it, upon birth! Life gives many an unfair start, and in this, the god of benevolence definitely shone on me.

Mom, so much has happened since you’ve gone, and I frequently wonder what you would have made of it all. My life did not turn out the way I expected--FAR from it, my god. You know I was not the kind of person to run to you with my problems, but how comforting it was to simply know you were there. I think of all the things I miss about having you here, and knowing that I’ll never have someone rooting for me as hard as you did, mom, is one of the toughest things I have to bear.

But you know me, mom--I’m not a whiner. Plus, in terms of family, I definitely came out on the winning side.

When I think about us, I think about a love story that withstand the passage of time. I think about how I came into this world, in a rivulet of fluid and liquid--and love. I tumbled out of you, mom, confused, yelling, crying. And in that moment and all the moments since then, you set me right. You watched me fall numerous times and didn’t offer to pick me up, because we both knew you didn’t have to. It was left unspoken that you would be there for me, should I seek you succor, and that was enough. Our was an unconventionally tender relationship, and it felt like we were telepathically connected to one another. I think it was the unseen umbilical cord that is never truly cut between a mom and her child.

Lest you think that this is a story only about sunshine and unicorns, I want you to know, mom, that many days it’s been a struggle. The downside of having found the love of one’s life so early is losing it so early. After all, where do I go from here? When I know that I’ve had the ultimate love and no other will compare? Sometimes, if I really allow myself to, I would start thinking that I’m just passing time in this realm, until I leave it and see you again, mom.

But then I think, how dreadful. What a horrible way to live and to think. And also--you raised me to be more than this, mom. You raised me to be self-sufficient, confident--definitely not someone who’s just living to live but living to love, to experience, to question, to doubt, to accept.

Mom, you inculcated in me an indomitable spirit, because you were one yourself.

I recall asking dad shortly after you passed, “did mom know I love her?,” to which dad replied immediately, “of course she did.” But mom, I so wish I had said those three wondrous words to you more often while you were here. Because truly you know by now. My god, it overwhelms even me sometimes how much I love you. I will never know what it’s like to love my own child, but in an odd way, I do know, because I’ve experienced your love for me. And certainly, from where I stand, it’s been a privilege to be your daughter and to love you.

As Lin-Manuel Miranda said, “Love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love, cannot be killed or swept aside.”

Mom, I love you to the end of time and beyond. Till we meet again, mom.

Till we meet again.

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