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loveregrown · 1 year ago

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can you talk about tsumugi's dad and stepdad and their relationships with him and his mom

I wish there was more known about Tsumugi's father and his step-father, but the fact that he doesn't speak of them a lot if at all is awfully telling... their relationship is nonexistent! There are no explicit mentions of Tsumugi's biological father in any story, which leads me to believe he's as absent as his brother is. I never blame Tsumugi's brother for wanting to escape such an environment, considering the fact he had wanted to escape the house since he was a child... it really was bad. Unlike him, Tsumugi was apathetic, but what could he do anyway, being so young?

I doubt his stepfather and stepbrother had an interest in connecting with Tsumugi. Which is a shame, someone could have cared about him aside from his unstable mother who does care for him, in her... unusual, othertimes neglectful and even abuse-prone way. Unlike Tsumugi who takes whatever bad things happen to him, likely conditioned to since childhood she reacts badly, crying or losing her temper. (I even believe Tsumugi was physically abused there is no proof for this other than just picking up on the way he normalized being injured by others and "can't feel pain" etc.) But this isn't about his mother, so I'll leave it at that and continue!

He is very casual in mentioning the fact he's a child of divorce, just as he is about every bad thing in his life, but the effects the divorce had on him are very obvious. He seems to really value and almost fixate on the idea of having a nuclear family, shown through constant mentions of marriage and projecting that ideal onto switch's dynamic (one-sidedly, I don't believe in nuclear family switch but that's how Tsumugi sees it, where aside from calling himself Sora's papa along with all of the natsume wife stuff.) which is ironic considering the fact that in next door he fears being like his mother towards Sora, where we get a look into his childhood and he elaborates on his neglect (lack of food, love, etc) and how he fears doing that to him which culminates in magic lantern, essentially the Stop Neglecting and Infantilizing and Viewing Sora as Lesser Than event. Even though it was mainly about the fact that Sora shuts himself and his bad feelings away, to not be a burden to switch...

He refers to himself as other characters' father, namely Sora and Hiyori. It seems like something he really wants. To have a happy, normal family. Tsumugi wants to care for others in contrast to the way he lacked care himself, whether as an older brother despite being the youngest, or as a father-figure. It's notable that both by himself and others, he is referred to as a mother & a father depending on the situation...

He doesn't even seem opposed to the idea, although it surprises him to have someone think that of him in spite of the nurturing role he actively takes. "Eh, I'll make a good father!? No, it's not that I hate the idea. Fufu, I'm a father, am I~ It seems I've come to think of the children here as my own children."

In Japan, it's really rare for parents to divorce. Divorce rates currently are the highest they've ever been among older couples, but when Tsumugi's parents got divorced it is unlikely that was the case, likely due to societal pressure... I think it says a lot about Tsumugi's parents. (While there no longer seems to be a stigma suppressing their divorce rate, lawyers say that Japanese divorce law is relatively strict compared to that of other countries, too...)

When he says that his family is laissez faire, he means all of his family. He's overlooked by all of them, including his father(s). After the divorce, there isn't much mentions of his birth father at all, which makes me wonder if they even have contact. Tsumugi says that his parents divorced on good terms!—which is a little hard to believe because his standards for good terms is low, so who even knows.

Tsumugi says he gets along with his parents, but considering the fact he tries hard to not be a problem and is neglected by both of them. Of course he'd "get along" with them. He thinks that even relationships that involve physical pain like his friendship with Shu are "getting along well". His standards are really low, and they definitely stem from his relationship with his parents growing up, with Natsume saying that he is the way he is due to not getting enough love as a child in the last mam event.

At the end of element, it's about his mother—she was the one in debt after all. But when he meets Natsume, it's in plural. (My parents also like "that kind" of stuff... long ago, they were deceived by some suspicious new religious cult.) He implied the dance school was a business venture for both of them, although his mother was the one in charge and the one who was friends with Natsume's mother. I'm lead to believe both of Tsumugi's parents were mentally ill or at least enabled each other. The first time both of them had fallen victim to a cult (which honestly was probably the shinkai cult but lets not talk about that right now), but the second time it was only his mother and that personal bankruptcy she caused is what lead to their divorce. Maybe he wanted out and that's what lead to him being a deadbeat like this.

(tl: insectwmn) judging by what's said here, it sounds the experience Natsume is implying is less the fact he looked after children as a child to help with his mother's school, but rather that his parents must've argued in front of him a lot. In spite of their "laissez faire" behaviour towards him, it seems they were argumentative and even Tsumugi knows that this isn't good for a child's mind, definitely wasn't for his. Natsume was really on his ass during this event regarding the lack of love during his childhood (ノ_＜。)

I wonder if their divorce was a case of not thinking they were good for each other, Tsumugi's father not being able to stand it anymore, or him not wanting to deal with the debt she'd put her family in..?

Thank you for the ask! In !! Era, Tsumugi seems to be learning to acknowledge the fact that his parents' treatment of him was not okay, and that it actually did damage him, after all... little by little. Something is better than nothing. Sorry if none of this answer was an interesting or very introspective read, it is 4 in the morning 🥹🫠 I might have more speculation on what his parents were like together and how it affected his mother in the morrow. I will say I don't think it was any good for them at all... and Tsumugi got the worst of it with no consideration for how much it'd affect his child psyche.

#꒰💌꒱#I kept wanting to ''She/her'' Tsumugi by accident here. Tsumugi Aoba and his traumatized daughter charm while being a cisgender-ish man...#I'm sorry that there was not too much interesting things to come out of me anon :#:'-) I am fixated on his relationship with his mother and would be with his father(s) too if only there was more.#espost

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pet1teyn · 1 year ago

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preview: character list

masterlist -> next

"ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ɢᴏ! ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍᴇ?"

"ᴀᴡᴡ, ɪꜱ ᴋɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ꜰᴀɴɢꜱ?"

a sunghoon vampire au written by me and my friends that intentionally gets progressively worse and cringe.

Author's note: this chapter will be updated as we continue writing.

Disclaimer: none of these photos are mine and all of these characters are not meant to reflect real people, this is a joke (emphasis on joke). no hate to any idols

if you dont find this funny, suit yourself. simply stop reading. its literally not that deep.

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L/N Y/N: just a regular girl

Shin Yuna: Y/N's best friend. She's a little mysterious, but everyone loves her

Seo Changbin: Y/N's crush. Couldn't save Wonyoung

Y/N's mom: the protagonist of another story

Jeon Jungkook: one of Y/N's dads

Amelia: Y/N's stepmom (?). Huening Kai's mother

Choi Yeonjun: Y/N's oldest brother. She has a feeling that he's hiding something from her...

Choi Soobin: Y/N's second oldest brother and the leader of the pack of brothers

Choi Beomgyu: Y/N's middle brother. Seems to be in love with Yuna, but then again, who isn't?

Kang Taehyun: Y/N's twin. He's been acting weird lately

Huening Kai: Y/N's youngest stepbrother, through her dad

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Park Sunghoon: vampire. Popular guy from Y/N's high school

Lee Heeseung: vampire. Captain of the basketball team

Park Jongseong (Jay): vampire. Rich guy but seems nice

Sim Jaeyun (Jake): vampire. Smart af and also Y/N's tutor

Kim Sunoo: vampire. Gossip queen

Yang Jungwon: vampire. Adorable (?) underclassman and leader of the vampires

Nishimura Riki (Ni-ki): vampire. That weird tall guy who skipped a grade, is never seen at school

A/N #3: Y/N's Mom and Amelia are from this ff that I wrote with ANOTHER friend (again this is satire and very eye blinding; read at your own risk ;-;)

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𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝓴��𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓻 𝓫𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓮

masterlist -> next

#kiss me or bite me #sunghoon #yn #reader insert #writing #enhypen #enhypen fanfiction

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afrustratedmom · 2 years ago

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I Hate Being A Mom Most Days

My stepson and oldest daughter had a day off from school today which meant there were 3 kids (including a baby) in the tiny apartment today.

My stepson has behavioral issues and was a nightmare today. He constantly whines about EVERYTHING even if it's just to tell you he's getting a drink of water. He threw tantrum after tantrum, out of anger hit my daughter in the face, and constantly lied accusing his stepsister of throwing things, taking things, or drawing on the walls. Basically all of things HE was doing. His highs are excessively high and he is on an 11 when he's that high but within 30 minutes his low are depression like lows. These ups and downs happen all day long every 20-45 minutes. I hate that I feel this way about my own stepson but he is an absolutely insufferable child. My oldest daughter felt the need to constantly touch me and get as equally loud as her stepbrother. Both of them spent all day screaming and running around and touching everything. My youngest, the baby, just cried, and cried, and cried some more. So I spent my day off cleaning and having to deal with 3 children, completely overwhelmed by the noise and touched out. Somehow, some way, my partner doesn't understand why I hate family time. As a mother, I feel forced to want to be around my family, to express to the entire world how much I love being a mom. Every day it feels like work, most days I fucking hate it, and a few of those days does it ever feel worth it. I'm a mom with 3 kids under 5 and I hate it. I feel absolutely miserable about it. I'm stressed out at work only to have to come home and be just as equally stressed out. I hate it here. I hate that this is my life. Is this an extremely unpopular opinion? Yes. Do a lot of women feel this way and are too ashamed to admit it? Yes. Am I going to say it anyways? Also yes. Signed, A Frustrated Mom at Her Wits Fucking End

#frustrated #stepparenting #motherhood #parenthood #mom life #momlife #stepparents #mom blogger #mom blog #momblr

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simplyeu4ria · 2 years ago

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chapter 1:the werewolf heartthrob

Name: the werewolf heartthrob

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Pairing: Werewolf! Jungkook x Unknown identity! Reader

~(severely unedited: started 02/05/2022 ended 01/06/2022)~

Genre: high school au, werewolf au, angst, uncomfortable moments but only on a couple of parts, lots and lots of fluff, family abuse (mentions only) but Namjoon saves the day

Rating: +17 au

Summary: You are y/n the simple orphan girl, who lives with your step-parents who don’t treat you right. The school make a laugh at you but when Jin and Jimin help you your life changed from the bad to the good. Jungkook the heartthrob is not what you think behind those cold stares that you get across the classroom. With him and his six other stepbrothers and a couple of girls they reveal they are more than just the popular…

Word count: longest story I have written so far 45004

(and coincidently 4 versions of this story, 5 weeks to make, and 4 years of loving BTS)

Warnings: some uncomfortable moments, mean talk, mention of degrading names, mild swearing

a/n: first request/story on this account; since this a popular type of oneshot for Jungkook I am sorry in advance if this like another oneshot, have fun reading

I have noted similarities in other ffs throughout, please notify me if you find another

I can say that this original and that its my own work, but since this is not subjected under copyright because its Tumblr please do not copy my work you will feel guilty in the end, trust me.

Happy indulging into an infp-t’s mind common things you will see;

Subtle reference to books that I have read

Very romantic moments

Things that don’t make sense but makes sense in my head

Maybe a spoiler to the next book idea

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It was the last day of year 10 just before the summer holidays. Exams are done and now you are walking home with your earphones in. Just then halfway through your walk you see the 7 group of schoolboys just a couple of meters ahead of you, they were also going home. You knew them of course; ‘the most handsome boys of the school’ (according to the girls). Most of them getting average grades, but were amazing at sports, making all the girls drool when they walk by, you rolled your eyes at the thought.

You then focused your eyes on the youngest of the group, the school’s heartthrob. Yes, you thought he was handsome, but you always thought that he was the overconfident and boring heartthrob that was always described in the fiction books. You sighed before turning left walking in another direction to your house, separating you and the group.

Though you had talked to Taehyung and Jin who were in one of your classes and you teacher had paired the three of you up often for the group activities . You could not help but notice the stares pointing lasers at the back of head, that the youngest gave you.

You had seen them many times before, most of the time they looked annoyed but other rare ones were ones had fondness. You did not understand why he was giving you those looks, but it bugged you a lot because all the girls in the school hated you for it. Since you were the only one who got his attention, no matter how hard they tried.

Without realising you had reached the front door of your house and had to grab your keys before opening it up and headed upstairs to take a shower. You wish you could stop this and the next year and everything could be normal.

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Wednesday September 4th, 2020

‘This is it the final year’ you thought as you looked at the entrance of the school before heading inside and walked to your locker, to your left you could see the 7 popular boys being crowded by girls. But you rolled your eyes at the sight walking in the opposite direction, you had just grabbed your stuff and was about to put into your bag, before someone shoved your back knocking the books out of your hand.

‘Watch it, loony girl.’ You looked up at the boys, you could hear sniggering.

‘Hey, it not your place to say that you lost at beer pong to us. You absolute dingbat.’ Jin said

‘But why would you care about her.’ The same boy replied.

‘Because at least we are nice that why we get the girls unlike you, Jacob. Leave now everyone, form time is about to start.’ Jimin said while crossing his arms over his chest.

At this moment you did not know what to think as everyone; left everyone casting nasty looks at you whilst endearing look to the two boys. Once everyone left you began to pick up your stuff off the ground. Jimin and Jin, turned around before helping you.

‘You don’t need to help its fine.’ you said ‘Its fine we wa-‘ Jin was saying before he paused while looking at a drawing that was present in your sketchbook. ‘-nt to help.’ He finish before making eye contact with Jimin who also widened his eyes at the picture. You caught on quickly and grabbed the book before quickly putting in your bag, before quickly walking away. The boys were speechless.

‘Hey! y/n wait up.’ They chased after you after finally recollecting our thoughts you stopped and turned back to them ‘Go on say it, tell me that I am weird like everyone says I am, drawing wolves and only wolves.’

‘What? No, we didn‘t want to say that we are sorry for looking it was not our right to look at your private things. But really, we think its amazing.’ Jimin said whilst looking at Jin before their eyes met and they both looked apologetically at you, they both reminded you of kicked puppies.

‘No its fine, everyone seem to think that when they look at my book. I just thought of the worst since I do not usually talk to you or the boys.’

‘Hey why don’t we walk you to class we can vouch for you to say why you were late, and in return you can be our friends.’ Jin said smiling gently.

I smiled before nodding.

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2 days later… Friday September 6th, 2020

You were close friends with Jimin and Jin and had soon exchanged numbers with the each of them and are now constantly seen laughing at Jin’s dad jokes and constantly being showered with affection by Jimin. Everyone was little to say that they were confused at the sight. But that did not stop the laser eyes you felt at the back of your head; one day you are going to tell Jimin and Jin to make Jungkook stop staring at you.

You were in your usual spot in the corner of the courtyard, till you heard footsteps. Jin was heading towards you.

‘Hey y/n.’

‘Hi Jin. What’s up?’ he sat down next to you with his hands on the table

‘You didn’t respond to my text messages, so I tried to find you.’ You glanced at your lock-screen seeing 15 messages from Jin and Jimin.

‘Oh sorry, for not responding I was catching up on my thoughts about something.’

‘Well me and Jimin thought it was the right time that you meet the rest of our group since they were so curious about who was keeping our attention away from the group and when we mentioned you most of them wanted to meet you.’ Jin explained.

Seeing my blank expression, he further asked

‘So will you be free?’ he fidgeted his fingers nervously against the table.

‘Really? They want to meet me?’ you asked back surprised.

‘Yeah, they do. So?’ he asked again.

‘Yeah, I think I will be free but not today, I have a extra curricular club, tomorrow on Saturday for Lunch?’ you replied.

‘Yeah, I think we can do that, but don’t worry you’ll love my cooking.’ Jin smirked.

‘I bet I will.’ you smiled back

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Saturday 7th September 2020

Jin had texted you the address and you realised it was a 10-minute walk from my house. Once you reached there, you saw a large 2-storey house that was large enough to house a lot of people. It had a double garage to the left. You walked towards the front door you could here loud talking so you knocked on the door announcing my presence to the residents.

Someone eventually opened the door it was Taehyung, he smiled at you;

‘Come on inside y/n. Jin and Suga are about to finish Lunch, it will be done in another 10 minutes. You nodded before walking inside the house. Taking off my shoes near the entrance and you looked around, they could see the landing for the top floor from the entrance gaurd by a terrace looking in the main entrance hall below, there was large door to the right and the right 2 doors a large staircase was in front of the first leading upstairs.

A large oak door was at the back of the hall but was closed but you could hear voice coming from there. Taehyung sensed that you was looking around before he smiled and said ‘The door to the left is the TV room and to the right the closest door is Namjoon’s study. The other doors in the corner leads to the downstairs bathroom and garage. Upstairs are the bathrooms and the bedrooms’ you smiled and nodded.

Taehyung led you further inside the house behind the oak door, then you saw a large open floor plan of the rest of the house. To your right you could see the kitchen, and in the back corner on the right side, held the large dining room with an island. You could see Jin and who you presumed was Suga from, Taehyung’s description. Both of which were cooking food. In the far-right corner was a large dining room, with a fireplace that looked out to the large garden.

To the left was a sitting area, and in the far-left corner you saw a large gaming area/TV area. You saw Jimin and another male who was loud and had bright smile of sunshine. You could see them laughing loudly at Jimin shouting at the game in the TV. Chuckled at them before a voice cut out my thoughts.

‘Y/n you made it!’ Jin said. you turned back to the kitchen finding Jin looking at you while he was preparing the final touches to some of the food. ‘I chuckled of course I did. I could not miss your cooking.’ you said smiling. He smiled back before looking at the two boys gaming.

‘Jimin and Hoseok! Y/n is here, lay out the table, we have finished making the food.’ Suga said.

‘Hi y/n!’ they both said before they went to grab some of the plates on the kitchen island before walking back to the dining table Jimin hugged you quickly and you hugged back giggling. ‘Taehyung, get Jungkook and Namjoon, and tell them the food is ready.’ Jin said.

Taehyung smiled at you before leaving to go to the study and calling Namjoon before upstairs to get Jungkook. I smiled before asking ‘Do you need some help?’ you asked Jin. ‘Nope, their nothing left to help with, just sit down while we wait for the rest.’ Jin said before smiling back at you.

You nodded before going to sit at one of the middle seats. Jimin and Hoseok and sat beside me. ‘Hi y/n, I am Hoseok the sunshine of the group.’ you smiled and shook his open hand.

‘I am Yoongi also known as Suga.’ The short man said you smiled and nodded at him. He nodded back before he took a seat across from Hoseok, Jin sat on Hoseok other side. We heard footsteps from the oak doors.

I saw a taller blonde man who you thought was Namjoon, Taehyung and lastly Jungkook entered they all sat down Taehyung on front of you whilst Namjoon on the end next to him and Jungkook next to him, in front of Jimin. ‘Hi, I am Namjoon the leader of this group hope you feel welcome, you thanked him. And everyone turned to Jungkook. ‘Hi, I am Jungkook, the youngest of the group.’ he said whilst staring deeply into my eyes. You widened and looked away before nodding.

‘So shall we eat?’ Jin said trying to diffuse the tension. We nodded and began eating.

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Since then, you began talking to all the boys except Jungkook, he still hates you for some reason. But according to the boys he does not hate you he is just shy. Shy? That does not make any sense at all if he was shy, why is he on the basketball team. Just then you collided into someone, snapping you out of your thoughts then you saw the mean girl Kira staring at you. Oh dear…

‘Sorry’ you mumbled.

‘Sorry? You should be 1st you take away my crush’s attention from me and now you bump into me what is your problem y/n!’ she shouted at me, and you flinched. Everyone surrounding us was looking at you before whispering and giggling ‘She got the attention of him she must have done something.’-‘She must have been slutty around him.’

‘Well, aren’t you going to say something?’ Kira scoffed.

‘Well there is nothing to say.’ you mumbled looking down at your feet.

‘What did you say?’ Kira said while advancing towards, you froze, then you felt a large sting. She slapped you on the cheek her nails left a sharp scratch near your right eye. She was about to hit you again and you turned your head to the side, by instinct. Then a loud BANG was heard.

‘Didn’t I tell you to leave her alone.’ you slowly opened your eyes. And saw Jungkook standing they’re in front of you, Kira on the other hand was up against the wall in pain. Her goons could only look between her and Jungkook in shock.

‘But-’ Kira said.

‘I suggest, Kira, you leave her alon- no listen,’ he saw Kira trying to defend herself again, ‘you were the one who started the fight she only bumped into you accidently, and if you dare to insult her again you will get the worst of me. Just because she grabbed my attention, does not mean you go and start fights and rumours about her.

And all of you gullible and naïve people,’ he said while looking around at the crowd

‘I suggest you don’t believe a word that this girl says she just only wants attention she’s the idiot around here, not her…not y/n.’

He walked over to you and asked,

‘Are you okay?’ you nodded.

Just then the principal walked in and said ‘Kira, you are to meet me in the principal’s office now I am going to meet with your parents and tell them what you have done this ongoing bullying is not permitted in the school I saw what you did this time, and you will not get away with it so easily.’ Kira looked defeated but she walked away following the principal.

‘Now scram.’ Jungkook said and everyone left.

‘Hey, are you all right, y/n.’ You saw Hoseok and the others. You nodded and turned to Jungkook before smiling. ‘Thank you.’ You said.

‘Always.’ He smiled back.

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myheartismadeofstars · 4 years ago

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My dumbass brain imagined an AU where Hua Cheng and Mu Qing were stepbrothers

Of course, because Hong’er isn’t allowed to have nice things, his stepmother, while a good woman can’t really intervene between her new husband and his youngest son without getting caught in the middle. Her eyes start to go bad shortly after (which, of course, is blamed on Hong’er). Mu Qing likes kids, but he is so salty about his mother’s remarriage to a total asshole that he at best completely ignores Hong’er, and pretends his youngest stepbrother doesn’t exist.

Their relationship is still BAD. HC still hates him for all the same reasons as canon (with the added “You treat random children on the street better than you treated your own brother!”) and Mu Qing is still the embodiment of “No good deed goes unpunished” (probably personally put Hong’er into the streets to keep him away from his father, so he wouldn’t get beaten again)

I have no idea how well known this would be though. Either Feng Xin and Xie Lian have NO IDEA the two are connected (and considering he pretty much avoided his stepbrother if possible, this is easily done) OR they are WELL AWARE of the connection between Hong’er and Mu Qing (which lends to the chance that, since this is already an AU, Hong’er can interact with XL more! And get scolded by his Da-Ge lmao)

Mu Qing, for what it’s worth, has no idea Hua Cheng and Hong’er are the same person. He knows up until the military, and after that, he assumes his brother died and leaves it at that, he doesn’t find out until someone tells him.

Basically I just like the idea of Mu Qing scolding Hong’er for causing problems for His Highness, HC sneering at him and sarcastically calling him “Da-ge”, and MQ being Absolutely Disgusted by his brother calling XL “Gege” as a lovey dovey term of endearment (”As your older brother, I am vetoing this pet name” “we share no blood and no bond, I don’t care”)

#mu qing #hua cheng #hong hong er #hong er #tgcf #my brain really said ''MQ would be a good big brother'' and then made Hong'er his brother #RIP MQ i bet you did your best with him

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hoplessdreamer9796 · 4 years ago

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BTS 8th Member - Profile

Name: Kim Y/N Date of Birth: 16/09/1996 Ethnicity: Half Arabic and half Korean Nationality: Is British but after moving to Korea obtained dual citizenship (I don’t know if this is a thing but if it’s not let’s just pretend)

Appearance: > Navy Blue eyes > Dimples > 5″8 > Light golden tan skin > Curves and athletic > Looks Korean due to eye shape and Arabic due to eye colour. Mainly looks Korean but it is obvious she is half. > Tattoos: 1) “Familia Super Omnia” (”Family Above All” written in Latin on left shoulder blade). 2) Initial and birthdays of her younger brothers on left wrist and older brothers on right wrist (Just her brothers... For now...). “No oppa I don’t love you that much I just often forget your existence.” 3) Matching tattoo with Hanbin of the Neverland stars on right shoulder blade. 4) Matching tattoo with Shinhye of a forget me not flower on their upper thighs. 5) ARMY written on both sides of her index finger because, “Now they can see my love from both angles,” cue Jin face palming.

Basic Information: > Born in England moved to Korea when 11 years old. > IQ of 162 and has an eidetic memory but terrible at remembering birthdays. > Can memorise choreography after seeing it once. > Is a main singer of BTS, like Jungkook, and is Hoseok’s second dancer in command. > Graduated high school after the first grade at age 16 (international age). > Was on the track and swimming team during high school and middle school. Could not attend practices as she had to work so much but the coaches still allowed her to be on the team as she was advantageous in competitions. She has always been first in every swim and track meet she competed in. > Was not able to go to university at first as her family couldn’t afford it. But when BTS and her company was stable and doing well she was able to get a physics degree from Seoul National University (mainly online classes due to schedule, they normally don’t allow this but they decided they wanted her to attend the school due to her IQ and status. She attended classes when she could and did exams at the school) Got her degree in one year. > Speaks 7 languages: English, Korean, Arabic, Chinese (both Mandarin and Cantonese) Thai, Japanese. (Learnt Chinese, Thai and Japanese in order to connect with fans better.) > Can play the piano, guitar, can beatbox, can play drums and also the violin but doesn’t like playing the violin (will be explained later). > CEO of Jeonsa Corporation which is comprised of Almira’s (a restaurant franchise where her mother created all the recipes) and Jeonsa cosmetics. > Became world’s youngest self-made billionaire at the age of 21 in 2017 (In this AU Kylie Jenner became billionaire at 22 and was the world’s fastest self-made billionaire). > Terrible with feelings in general. > Is okay at showing affection with people but as soon as the conversation starts to get deep and emotional, she spazzes out. > Drinks way too much alcohol and loves clubbing. > Only likes casual flings as she’s too busy and doesn’t want to commit. (For now...) > Even though she has more than enough money she won’t leave BTS as she loves what she does. > At first didn’t want to join BTS (will be explained later). > Very charming and charismatic, flirts with anything that breathes. > Hates her birthday. > Buys way too many cars and drives too fast. > Owns a lot of real estate. > Terrified of bugs mainly spiders (will be explained later). > Swears way too much and it triggers Jin. Family: Grandmother (biological fathers side) - Kim Soojin (17/07/1953) - Unemployed Grandfather (biological fathers side) - Kim Woosuk (23/08/1952) - Unemployed They both allowed Y/N, Adriel and Adonis to live with them on days when their mother would work nights. Y/N mainly looker after them as they weren’t able to find much work in their old age. Some of the most precious people in Y/N’s life. Grandfather (Stepfathers side) - Kim Wonshik (30/06/1955) - CEO of Hanam Hospital (I made it up) He thinks of his son’s stepchildren as his own grandchildren. He loves them very much. Whenever his grandchildren are free, he likes playing golf with them. Y/N at first was nervous that he wouldn’t accept her and her siblings as they were not fully Korean and poor. But she was surprised how much he loved and accepted them so easily. Mother - Kim Almira (21/03/1974) - Head chef at one of the branches of Almira’s in Seoul. She has not been able to be a part of her Children’s lives as she would have liked because when she was not working at the restaurant she was working somewhere else or sleeping. She often feels guilty at how much of her childhood Y/N has missed out. It also makes her feel grateful for having such amazing children. She often blames herself for Y/n being so emotionally closed off but it’s as if her daughter knows when she’s feeling like this and will take her mother shopping in Milan and Paris. A life that she didn’t even think was possible. Or even just spend the day helping her cook. And she thanks the stars for giving her 7 amazing children. Stepfather - Kim Haeil (24/07/1973) - Cardiothoracic Surgeon who met Almira at the restaurant. He quickly became mesmerised with the foreign beauty with the light hazel eyes. He often found himself stopping by Almira’s more and more often. Having little dates in the gardens halfway between the hospital and the restaurant. They fell in love quickly; He grew to love her kids that he saw when he went to the restaurant to visit Almira. He became protective over them especially Y/N who’s eyes looked far too old to belong to a teenager, seeing how much their family struggled he wanted to marry Almira a few months after they started dating and help them, he cared for them greatly. Y/N told her Mother that she didn’t want him to pay off their debt out of pity. They were working so hard what was the point if someone did it for them. She didn’t need someone to take care of them. In reality she was worried he would be like Insu. Y/N had no problem with Haeil, you hadn’t seen your mother so happy for years and you didn’t object to their relationship, however you didn’t need someone’s charity, which back then due to your pride was what you thought of it as. You also reminded your Mother that she had only known this man for a few months and asked her to get to know him better before considering marriage. Your mother although saddened by your inability to take the easy way accepted your decision. They waited until you had paid off all of your family’s debt before he had taken her back to their special garden and proposed to her there. It’s easier to call Haeil Dad than Insu. You love him very much at first it was weird having a father figure that actually cared and you never really got used to having a protective father who loved you so much. Biological Father - Kim Insu (13/03/1971) - Unemployed. Abusive to Y/N and Almira. When he would try to hurt her little brother’s Y/N would never let him. He never hurt her older brother as he claimed that his son never did anything wrong. Elijah probably hated him the most because of this, if he tried to protect his sister his father would just hurt her more. He felt powerless as he was not able to protect his younger siblings. As Almira was at work most of the time Y/N got the worst of his treatment. The only thing he cares about is money, women, alcohol and gambling. In England around Y/N had just turned 11 he got a divorce and left them, much to everyone’s relief. However, after you had started making a lot of money after debut and when the restaurant started doing well, he showed up in your life again. Your grandmother was so happy. He threatened to tell his parents the truth about what he did unless you paid him. The thought of your grandparents knowing what kind of a monster their son was sickened you so you struck a deal, he stays away from the rest of you family and spends two hours a week with your grandparents in order to get paid ₩250,000,000 every week. He accepted and now your grandparents are happy to be in their son’s life with you protecting them from the real him the best you can. Stepbrother - Kim Jaejoon (23/07/1991) - General Surgeon. He met Y/N at the hospital when he went to visit his father and Y/N was dropping off food for her future stepfather that her mother had sent. He had recognised her from how his father’s at the time girlfriend had described her. Her blue eyes standing out in the sea of ordinary brown. He introduced himself to her and told her he was her mother’s boyfriend’s son (cringing inwardly at how awkwardly he said that). Y/N had just smirked in amusement at his awkward state trying to hold back her laugh and introduced herself. The more he talked to you the more he realised how smart you were. You could easily keep up with him when he talked about his job. He also met his future brothers that day when the two family’s got dinner together. It was surprisingly easy for the two families to integrate. He quickly grew protective of his future younger siblings. He wished that Y/N hadn’t been so stubborn and had let their parents gotten married in order to make things easier but understood that it was something she had to do and his sister is the most stubborn person he knows. He is very protective over his sister and often lectures her on her drinking and clubbing antics. He nags at her so much it’s ridiculous, fuck when he saw her first tattoo, he threw a fit it was hilarious. He can’t see her as anything other than that wide eyed teenager with sad blue eyes, she’s gotten to good at hiding that look. >Sister in Law - Jeon Haeun (12/08/1992) - Vascular Surgeon >Niece - Kim Seoyeon (29/01/2018) - N/A >Nephew - Kim Youngsoo (31/05/2019) - N/A Full blooded Brother - Kim Elijah (17/03/1993) - Cardiothoracic Surgeon. He is very grateful to Y/N as she is the one that practically had to force him to go to university for medicine. He didn’t want to leave his family and he also knew that their family wasn’t financially able to send him there. Y/N told him that they’ll manage but he still refused. But when you told him that when he becomes a doctor and starts earning money he can provide for their family; he was determined to do this. He said that he would get part time jobs and send money, but you told your mother and him that you’d take care of everything and for him to focus on school. You had to cut back on a lot of thing but were able to get him into a student dormitory, a small and cheap one but that's all you could do, a food budget and a bus pass. He was very grateful and guilty. He was determined to succeed and help their family. But it turns out that you managed to do that before him. Years later he found out that after you graduated high school at 15 you had been offered a full scholarship to Seoul National University for medicine but you had declined as you had to help your mother provide for your family and pay off your debts. He was especially angry since he also went to Seoul National University (like all of your brothers who went to university) and felt like he robbed you of the opportunity. He got into a huge argument with you when he found out. After the fight you two drank and reminisced about the few good childhood memories you had. He babies you a lot and is very overprotective of you. Stepbrother - Kim Taejoon (27/04/1993) - Trauma and Orthopaedic Surgeon. He’s the kind of brother to randomly stop by your office and force you to lunch with him. He’s the cliché overprotective brother, glares at any boy that looks in her direction and hates basically everything she wear unless they’re baggy. A part of him hates Y/N’s noncommittal attitude to relationships because well that’s his sister and well eww but the other part of him is glad. Glad that his sister will never allow herself to get emotionally hurt but it also saddens him that she won’t ever open herself up to love. He coddles her a lot always texting if she’s had dinner and checking on her when on tour. As much as you complain when he coddles you love it. Full blooded Brother - Kim Adriel (18/02/1997) - Footballer plays for Liverpool, (I have no clue I legit searched premier league football clubs and picked the first one) is the youngest Korean ever football player to make it into the premier league (Don’t know). Lives in England most of the time. You are the most precious person in the world to him. He is a lot more intuitive that his twin brother and was able to find out sooner than Adonis about their financial situation. After finding out he started waking up earlier to make his grandparent’s breakfast to let you sleep a bit more. At first you protested but the thought of even an extra hour of sleep sounded heavenly. He felt so guilty about how he acted before he knew and so when he found out he sobbed in your arms apologising. And your heart broke you always wanted to shield him from that. When he moved back to England, he was very anxious at the thought of living far from you. He texts you every single day, needing at least some form of communication to stop him from worrying about you. Full blooded Brother - Kim Adonis (18/02/1997) - Youtuber and is living in England. He moved back there when he was 16 in 2013. His channel had 500,000 subscribers but was not making any money. He played games online with different youtubers and became close with them. They explained how they make a living off of YouTube and he became excited at the thought of pursuing this career. While it was a risk especially with his family’s financial situation at the time, he knew he had to do it. While his entire family was against it, especially Adriel, you convinced your mother to let him go and used all the money you saved for a rainy day to buy him a phone and a plane ticket on the condition that he attends online high school. He lived with a family friend until he could start supporting himself. As of now has amassed seventeen million subscribers. He visits Korea whenever he can, if you’re there, to see you. He’s regretful about how much pressure he put on you in order to achieve his dreams but whenever you tell him how proud you are with that glint in your blue eyes he knows that you mean it. Adrien and Adonis are fraternal twins. When they were young, they were very close. However, when Adonis wanted to move to England to further his YouTube career, Adriel was vehemently against it. Not because he didn’t love his brother and of course he’d miss him but because of the fact that Adonis wanted to make their situation even harder than it already was. That he wanted to make his sister work harder than she already did on something he wasn’t even sure would work. Due to this difference of opinions Adrien and Adonis grew apart and when Adonis went to England, they didn’t contact each other unless you made them. However, after Adrien moved to England they began to reconnect and slowly but surely their relationship began to heal. Much to your relief. The twins are the most attached to you as you are both a mother figure and sister to them. There is an unspoken rivalry and tension between them and Jungkook as they all get jealous and territorial over you. Stepbrother - Kim Hanuel (25/06/1997) - Studying Law at Seoul National University. He graduated high school a year early, then attended university for a year before enlisting in the military as soon as he could. He wanted to get it over with so he could focus on his future without it looming over his head. He finished his university degree in two years with a bachelor’s in law. He graduated at age 22 (International age) which was the same age as most people who were graduating however he had the advantage of having completed his military service. He is the younger brother Y/N sees the most as he lives in Seoul. You have sacrificed a lot for your family and would do anything for them.

#bts #bts 8th member #bts 8th member profile #bts x reader #reader #bts x reader family #imagines #bts 8th member imagine #imagine #bts imagine #bts 8th member imagines #x reader #your family #family information #fluff #angst

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ardenenearde · 4 years ago

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11, 13, 15, 18, 19, 23, & 34 for the ask game :)

I had already answered this but I taped back and as a fool I taped the wrong button and I have to write everything again

11. what is your favorite flower

dandelions. but I also like gran duques (I looked for the English name but didn't find it, sorry)

13. do you have any pets?

not of my own nor in my house, but my family has a lot of dogs and other animals in our ranch.

15. what languages do you speak?

Spanish (native), English and a bit of Portuguese, I want to learn Mexican Sign Language (LSM), so far I only know the alphabet and a some food vocabulary.

18. what is your favorite pastry?

gonna be honest with you, I had to search what pastry is because I have a general idea but didn't know exactly what it is. with the knowledge I have now, I understand it's basically any bread with something inside, usually something sweet. I'll say empanadas de camote (sweet potato empanadas) but my favorite bread atm is conchas (search "conchas pan")

19. do you prefer swimming in a pool or in the ocean?

assuming I don't swim like a fool, in a pool. I hate sand and I don't know how to float staying vertical, so deep areas are terrifying.

23. do you have any siblings?

yes, from youngest to oldest: a brother, a sister, two stepbrothers and one stepsister. I'm the youngest of them all.

34. do you enjoy reading?

depends on the reading but also, I don't go to the reading, the reading comes to me. i mean, I read because I have to for school, or because someone recommended it, or I watched a movie and wanted more. the things I do search for are usually for learning, I don't read many fictional books. but still I would say yes, but not like people think. don't know if that makes sense.

thanks for the asks, ly 💛

ask me something!

#ask game #answered #redemptiionss

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purplesurveys · 5 years ago

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What color is your bedspread? Blue and yellow. Pick up the nearest book to you, turn to page 25 and read the first sentence. I’m on the rooftop and there isn’t a book anywhere near me at the moment. How many candles are in the room you are in? No candles, just two faint beams coming from our rooftop lights. What was your first word when you were a baby? My parents didn’t give much thought to stuff like that so they didn’t keep track of my first word, whatever it was. It was most likely either mommy or daddy though. How old were you in 1996? I was...somewhere in the universe, floating around lmao.

How old will you be in 2016? I turned 18 in 2016. How long until your birthday? A little less than three months before I turn 22. How many siblings do you have? Two. Are they older or younger than you? My sister is two years younger, my brother is five years younger. Are your grandparents still alive? I have three out of four. I lost my maternal grandfather in 2015. How many orange objects are there in the room you are in? The lights we have on our rooftop emit a yellow-orange hue. Have you ever run a stoplight? Never. I’ve seen enough car crash videos to know what could possibly happen if I was that impatient/if I drove too fast to brake. Do you have any children? Nope. Maybe by the end of the decade. Saying that and knowing that it isn’t 100% bullshit feels WILD. How was your first kiss? It was mostly her. I was too overwhelmed and shaking too much to remember. That whole time I was just in disbelief that I was already having my first kiss lol. Have you completed high school yet? Yeah, almost four years ago. I’m about to complete university/college this year. Do you have any relatives in the military currently? As far as I know, no. The only person I know who’s in the military is Angela’s uncle, who she’s told me about but we’ve never met each other. I also know Kate’s brother is attending military school instead of attending a ~traditional academic university, so to speak. Who got married at the last wedding you went to? Oh my, the last wedding I was in was in 2007, and it was between my uncle (my mom’s youngest brother) and my now-aunt. The new batch of weddings I’m going to be invited to now is definitely gonna be my friends’ and I’m STOKED. What time did you get up today? I first woke up at 6 AM, but I wanted to sleep in so I officially got up at around 9. When was the last time you stayed up all night? I haven’t had an all-nighter in around three years, but I did stay up until 4 AM partying with my friends a couple of months ago. We got back to Rita’s place by 5 AM, but I guess this still kinda counts as staying up all night. How long have you had a myspace, facebook, or whatever you use? I’ve had a Facebook since 2013 (I only made one since my English teacher in freshman year required us to make an account, but I technically wasn’t allowed by my parents so I had to sign up in secret). I made a Twitter three years before that, because it was a website that my parents didn’t know about yet so it was easier to sneak in and make an account for it. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you hung out with? My cousin, Jereth. We exchanged stories and played the Switch while waiting for 2020 to hit. Person of the same sex? Gabie. She came over last Friday. What color are your eyes? They are dark brown but appear to be black most days. Do you like them? Sure, it’s not like Filipinos have a choice lolol. Have you ever had braces? Yes, I had them for a year and a half in high school. I eventually lost my retainers and never got to buy another set, so everything that the braces did was to no avail since my teeth just went back to how they looked like pre-braces. :( Turn on your mp3, cd player, radio, etc. What song is playing? Khalid’s Talk just started playing on my Spotify. What was the last thing you drank? My second cup of barako coffee is keeping me company up on the rooftop right now.

Are you better at math or art? Math. I never accomplished anything presentable in art classes. Science or History? Oooooh, ya got me. I love both, but nothing replaces my love for history. Who was your 4th grade teacher? Ms. Belen, who is actually Satan in a middle-aged woman’s body. I won’t deny that I’ve wished for her death several times; she had her favorites and made her non-favorites know that she hated them. She was just that awful. Who was your best friend in 7th grade? Gabie! We actually met in the seventh grade and she’s been my best friend ever since then. Where did you go to pre-school, if you went at all? I went to the same school from preschool to high school, which we’ll hide under the name AA. We don’t have schools divided into primary, secondary, high school and whatever else y’all have in America. Who was the last person to call you? It was my mom. We went to the mall so I can spend time in Starbucks while she was looking for fancy china (we were going to have guests the next day), and she called to tell me she was gonna drive to another mall cos she couldn’t find any good plates in the mall we were currently in.

Did you smile in your driver's license picture? Yes. They told me I was allowed to smile, so I gave a hearty grin. Apparently that’s an unusual thing to do cos most people just give a closed-mouth smile or don’t smile at all, and the people at the LTO were very amused when my license was finally printed out hahaha. Do you have a job? Not yet, but that’s my goal by the end of the year. AHHHHHHHH WILD What is your favorite smell? Curry being cooked or cookies being baked. What's your favorite brand of gum? Bazooka is classic bubblegum flavor, so I’ll go with that. Have you ever dated someone & then dated their sibling? Nope. I think I’d find that super awkward, especially in my case because I see Gab’s sisters as my little sisters too lol. Who was your crush in 5th grade? My science teacher lmaoooo. We don’t talk about that era. Who was your first bf/gf? Gab. What color is the shirt you are wearing? Brown and black. What do you think of the 1980's? Pop music, big hair, Madonna, Michael Jackson. Have you ever dated someone more than 2 years older than you? I haven’t. How about 2 years younger? Nope. I’ve only dated one person and they’re the same age as me, so I don’t really know how I feel about age gaps in relationships. What brand of shampoo do you use? Dove. How long is your hair? It’s super long now that I hadn’t had it cut AT ALL in 2019. I want to have it long for my grad pic shoot so I’m probably not having it trimmed until February. If I lean my head a bit back, it already reaches my hips. If you could change one thing about yourself physically, what would it be? I’d have my teeth fixed. Is there a box of tissues in the room you are in right now? Nope, I’m out in the rooftop and there’s no reason to keep tissue in here lol. What time is it? 10:27 PM. Is their anything living (plant, animal, etc) in your room right now? We have plants on each corner of the rooftop. What color are the walls in your kitchen? White. All our walls are white, except for my brother’s bedroom which used to be the balcony until we had it renovated. His walls are creamish. Have you ever had a car accident? Mild ones. I’ve never been in a major crash where a car was totally destroyed or where someone was hurt. Do you have any major plans for today? There’s like half an hour left before the day officially ends, so I think I’m good. What kind of deoderant do you use? A...normal one? If you mean brands, I have a Dove one. What color is your toothbrush? Maroon and white. Do you own a digital camera? Nope. I stopped using those around seven or eight years ago. How old is the cellphone you have right now? It’s almost two years old. What are your initials, using the last letter of each of your names? NELZ. Do you know anyone named Tyler? I know a high school classmate’s stepbrother is named Tyler, but I don’t know anyone personally with that name. How about Reese? Katreen’s younger sister is named Reese. Diana? No. I know several Diannes, though. Shelby? That’s a no for me. Have you ever kissed someone who's name started with "C"? Negative. How about "L"? Also no. "E"? I haven’t. "B"? Andddddd nope. Are both your parents still living? Yep. What was the last thing you cooked? Nothing. How many times have you moved in your life? That I remember? Two. Do you live within 20 miles of your birthplace? Yeah, I think Manila counts as being pretty close to where I am now. Can you do a handstand? I can’t. I tried many times as a kid though (and hurt myself several times in the process). Is it after 11am? Well after, in fact. What day is it? Thursday, but it’s soon going to turn to Friday. What's the longest time you've ever spent on the phone? I was once on a Viber call for around eight hours straight with Gab back in like the early months of our relationship. That was insane. We never did it again after that lolol. How many pairs of brown shoes do you own? Just the one pair of brown heels. Are you on any prescribed medications? Nopes. What was the date 2 weeks ago from today? December 19th. If you aren't already married, do you expect to be married within 5 years? No. I’m giving myself between 7-10 years. How about 2 years? That’s an even bigger no. How many funerals have you been to in your lifetime? I’ve never been to a funeral, just wakes. I don’t think I’d like funerals, so I want to stay as unaware as I am now. Have you ever been far away from home on your birthday? Yeah. I was in Batangas for my 20th. I also went on a cruise around East Asia for my 18th birthday, but I was back in the Philippines by the day of my actual birthday. The cruise took place in the days leading up to it. Have you ever had a pet fish? Yes. My first pets were goldfish. Do you have any tattoos? Nope. Would you ever or do you have a nose piercing? Probably not. I wanted one as a teenager though. If you only had 30 days to live, what would you do? That’s pretty dark, but uhhhhhhhh I guess I’d spend all my money, party as much as I want, drink as much as I want, look for new owner/s for my dog, drive as far as I can, spend most of the time with my girlfriend.

#survey #surveys

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asarahworld-writes · 5 years ago

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Moments

Moments, when Anakin Skywalker felt the pull of the Dark Side. And one when he felt the Light shine through.

**Pre-hologram meeting “on” Kashyyyk.**

AO3

“Is it possible to learn this power?”

“Not from a Jedi.”

Anakin looked up to the Chancellor, his mentor, his friend. A non-Force-sensitive being who knew Sith legends.

“How?”

“How what?” Was it his imagination, or did the Chancellor’s tone sour when questioned? Anakin was well-versed in reading the tone of a person’s voice – the effects of slavery on a person never healed, not when one’s survival had once depended on certain skills.

“How do you know a Sith legend? None of the Jedi, not even Master Yoda, are versed in these matters.”

“Oh,” the Chancellor waved a hand, “you tend to pick up bits and pieces over the years. You see, Anakin, it’s not how I know the story that’s important, it’s the story itself that matters. It was only through understanding the Dark Side of the Force that Darth Plagueis was able to learn, and more importantly, use that power to save others… those he loved.”

“And yet his apprentice still killed him. Chancellor, excuse my bluntness, but why are you telling me this?” Obi-Wan had sensed something in the Chancellor, had warned the Council about it. Anakin’s stomach turned. His master was right. The Chancellor was up to something.

“Because I thought it was something you needed to hear, young Skywalker. There is more to the Force, and indeed, to life, than what the Jedi will tell you.”

Anakin was quiet, watching the ballet with feigned interest. It was a strange relationship, the friendship between a Jedi and the Chancellor of the Republic. Anakin knew there was some truth in Obi-Wan’s mistrust of the Nabooian politician that went beyond a general distaste of politics.

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**Palpatine having just murdered Master Windu**

“What have I done?” Anakin stumbled back, collapsing onto a stool, watching in disbelief as the Chancellor, the Sith Lord, rose from the ledge.

“You’re fulfilling your destiny, Anakin.” The Chancellor advanced and Anakin bowed his head, trying to centre himself. “Become my apprentice. Learn to use the Dark Side of the Force.”

“No,” Anakin muttered, his resolve weakening as the Chancellor drew nearer.

“It can save her, as you failed to save your mother,” the Chancellor stopped mere feet away. “Senator Amidala.”

“You can save Padmé?” The words tumbled from Anakin’s mouth before he had the chance to think. “I can’t live without her.”

“If we work together, I know we can discover the secret,” the Chancellor said. Anakin’s hand twitched as if to draw his lightsabre. “Look at me, Anakin. Would you really pull your weapon on an injured man?” Anakin hesitated, then turned the laser sword on to the Chancellor’s throat. “Come now, Anakin.”

“No.” The lightsabre was not still. “You may be injured, but I have no doubt that you’re still dangerous. You will go before the Senate and revoke the emergency powers. Then there will be a hearing.”

“On what charge?” The Chancellor asked, his voice sickly.

“Corruption of the government. Murder. And if the Senate does not convict you, the Council will. Terribly flawed though they may be, the Jedi are still the keepers of peace in the galaxy.”

“Kill me, and your wife will die. Oh, yes, Anakin. I do know about your ‘secret’ marriage, on Naboo. You went to the Lake Country, a beautiful spot no doubt.”

Anakin’s minded was nearly blinded by an onslaught of memories of Padmé. “How do you know about Lake Country? There was only myself, Padmé, and two droids present.”

“As I have already told you, Anakin, the Dark Side of the Force can lead to many open doors. Join me.”

“You speak with great certainty with a lightsabre drawn on your throat,” Anakin’s voice was steady.

“Do it. Kill me and you will be forced to assume my place in the budding Empire. Let me live, and you will be the second most powerful man in the galaxy.”

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“I hate you!”

Obi-Wan Kenobi stared down at the smoldering man below. “You’re my brother, Anakin. I love you.” Using the Force, Obi-Wan lifted Anakin from the molten rock. “I love you, and I have failed you, and for that I am more sorry than you will ever know.”

“You took her from me!”

“Padmé? Anakin, she was terrified of you. There are limits to whom even the Chosen One can save! She would rather die than have you like this!”

Obi-Wan’s phrasing drew Anakin from his rage. “She’s alive?” He rasped.

“Yes, of course, she’s alive,” Obi-Wan reached toward his brother.

“Help me,” Anakin rasped. “Help me save Padmé’s life. Senator Palpatine, he’s the Sith Lord. He said,” he hesitated briefly, “he said that he could save her.”

“Anakin, I know that the Jedi, that I have failed you in the past. I promise to do everything in my power to save Padmé. She is a dear friend and,” Obi-Wan paused, clearly debating whether to continue, “and she’s told me the truth.”

The truth. Anakin didn’t know what the truth meant any more.

“The truth is that you and Padmé are in love and have been for nearly your whole lives,” Obi-Wan said gently. “The truth is that you’re my brother and I have not supported you when you needed me. The truth is that Darth Sidious got into your head and manipulated you to suit his own needs. The truth is that you are Anakin Skywalker, and you are a good person.” Obi-Wan picked up Anakin’s fallen lightsabre and tucked it into his belt, before bending over his friend. “The truth is that I hope we can save you, Anakin.”

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When Anakin awoke, he was naked. His charred hand easily swept through the bacta, reaching desperately for his wife. Her name silently escaped his burned lips, air bubbles popping fiercely as they broke the tank’s surface.

Obi-Wan Kenobi lay a hand over the outside of the bacta tank. When Anakin Skywalker had returned, so had Padmé’s life force. She had grown stronger as her due date neared, and she had cried with relief when her babies had been born alive and well. Leia Amidala and Luke Skywalker were tiny and so quiet that Obi-Wan had been afraid if they didn’t lose Padmé and Anakin, they would lose the twins.

“Soon,” he quietly promised his brother.

Soon was relative. Anakin’s burns were severe and no one quite understood how the true Sith Lord had manipulated Padmé’s life force to support him. Padmé was on life support, improving every day, and Anakin spent more time in the bacta than out, healing his physical and emotional traumas. Obi-Wan spent his days and nights split into visiting each of the Skywalkers until, exhausted, he comm’ed for help.

It took two days for the Naberries to arrive from Naboo, five for the Larses to arrange passage and fly in from the Outer Rim. Ruwee and Jobal immediately busied themselves with caring for the twins, being the only people in the facility who had experience with children. (They immersed themselves in their youngest grandchildren, with Sola and her children arriving later).

With six family members present, no Skywalker was ever uncared for. Pooja and Ryoo Naberrie looked on in wonder as their grandfather rocked baby Leia to sleep. Beru Lars learned to perfect heating a baby’s bottle and was the only one who could get Luke to stop fussing long enough to eat. Obi-Wan Kenobi and Owen Lars took turns sitting up with Anakin, doing whatever they could to support their brother’s recovery, as Jobal and Sola Naberrie did with Padmé.

Eventually, Anakin Skywalker was released, emerging from the bacta tank a new man. His skin was badly scared, his hair patchy where it had been burned away, but he was healed enough that the med-droids released him.

“Padmé,” he gasped, his voice rough and scratchy from not having been used in so long. He stepped forward and stopped, raising his robe from the floor to see the metal prosthetic leg. Obi-Wan was at his side immediately.

“What do you remember?”

“The Chancellor…he’s the Sith Lord!” Anakin said, the urgency in his voice only heightened by his concern for his wife.

“The Jedi have seen to his removal from office. Anakin, what else do you remember?” There was a sense of urgency underlying his friend and mentor’s calm.

“Padmé,” Anakin repeated. “My dreams, they were like the ones about my mother,” his voice broke. “And the baby.”

“The children are healthy. Your families have been here, looking after them while you’ve been recovering.”

Children. He was a father. He realized that Obi-Wan was still speaking.

“…didn’t know. She named them. Luke and Leia Naberrie-Skywalker.” Anakin tried to lift his head, before realizing that of course they wouldn’t be waiting in the hospital room for him to wake up. Obi-Wan must have sensed his thoughts, for he moved to the door. A few minutes later, he re-entered the room with a woman he vaguely recognized as Padmé’s mother and a man he thought could have been Cliegg Lars’ son. Anakin only had eyes for the blanket in Missus Naberrie’s arms.

“Anakin, this is Luke Naberrie-Skywalker,” Jobal said softly. She brought his son closer, so close that Anakin could have reached out and touched him. But he hesitated. Luke was not the tiny newborn he had expected. This baby was a few months old at the very least, with a mess of blonde hair on his head. Jobal brought the blankets closer, and Anakin automatically took the baby. His baby. His son, little Luke Skywalker. Something registered in his mind.

“Twins?”

His stepbrother entered the room, carrying another bundle of blankets. “Leia Naberrie-Skywalker,” Owen laid the baby girl in Anakin’s free arm. An arm that was made entirely of metal, much like his left hand. That train of thought disappeared the moment that Leia’s large brown eyes looked into his own blue ones.

Tears were rolling down Anakin’s face when he finally looked away from his daughter. “Where is Padmé?”

“Recovering. When you nearly died, so did she. The two of you are linked, through the Force, Anakin.” Obi-Wan rested his hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “She is so strong. Her doctor believes she will wake within the next few hours.”

“I need to see her. I need to see Padmé,” Anakin stood, the twins still cradled in his arms. Obi-Wan, already at his side, steadied him.

“Of course,” Obi-Wan said quietly.

There was an odd processional heading down the corridor, if anyone had paid any attention. A medical droid followed by a man clutching two tiny babies (a man unused to what were obviously new prosthetic limbs). Another slightly older man hanging on to the new father, physically supporting him. His parents, and brother and sister. (A family).

Anakin collapsed at his wife’s bedside.

“Padmé,” he murmured, laying his children on the bed beside their mother.

Obi-Wan watched with intrigue. Against all odds, Padmé was beginning to stir. The Force worked in mysterious ways, that much he knew, but to witness it in this way was completely new to him.

“Anakin?” Though her voice was small and weak, there was no denying its power over the man kneeling at the woman’s side.

“Padmé.” Anakin’s head snapped up, his eyes feasting on the sight of his wife recovering. Padmé’s hand moved, nearly imperceptibly, until it was resting on her husband’s head, buried in his hair.

“The twins?” She breathed, feebly attempting to sit upright. Her children were on either side of her and Anakin gently guided her hands so that they were touching them.

The Naberrie-Skywalker family was healing. Together, as a family. Anakin and Padmé. Obi-Wan, and Ruwee and Jobal. Owen and Beru. Sola, Pooja, and Ryoo. And perhaps the most important connection, Anakin and Padmé, and their children.

#sw fanfic #sw #anakin x padme #rots #rots au #sw au

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warofqueenz · 5 years ago

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HEAVY IS THE CROWN

Chapter One : ‘ The Dragon Of Kattegat ’

| VIKINGS |

| GAME OF THRONES |

[ Season 4B - Ep 2 ]

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KATTEGAT

| A YOUNG GIRL OF JUST FOURTEEN stands within the entrance to the great hall��her body leaned against the wall with her youthful face just barely peering out from the darkness of the inside. Viserya Targaryen, the old revered leader called her. The daughter that proved a Targaryen and a Stark could indeed come together. A child casted from her homeland with no land, no wealth, no army, no crown, with only a name to cling too and three dragon eggs. Kattegat became the home she needed to help her grow and one day to help her reclaim back her families throne.

Viserya had earned the title, the princess of Kattegat after Ragnar had taken her in as his own. And once her dragons were hatched by her on that fateful day, she earned another title, ‘the mother of dragons ’ much like her mother Daenerys. Someone she barely knew of, someone that her teacher, Father Beocca—a priest sent to guide Viserya on the way of god, had never taught her of. He only recited the good things Daenerys had did and that was all—never once opening up about anything else as he kept his lips sealed like it were some sacred door. Beocca would do the same about her father Jon. If as speaking of her family would bring bad fortune. But it often made Viserya wonder, if her mother and father were so great than why was she casted away and to a land where all she held was fear among the people.

Viserya fidgeted with the silver armring that contrasted well against her delicate pale skin— The armring being something Beocca didn’t want Ragnar to give her for her path was in that of God. Of course Ragnar claimed it was fake but Beocca knew better. She curled the ring back in forth around her wrist as she scouts the nearby businesses and bustling people for the familiar face of her stepfather Ragnar. With disdain plastered across her face, she rests her arms across her chest still patiently awaiting his return.

Her brothers were no where near and were off elsewhere doing their daily business, leaving her to fend for herself since Lagertha had left. She was the youngest out of all of her brothers, with Ivar being the second youngest and of course they held it against her. Since Ragnar saw Viserya as something scared, she was to never venture off on her own. The only time she were allowed to leave was when Beocca arrived for teaching and for that to happen, Ragnar would take her far from Kattegat away from the people. Afraid that if they found out that he was raising a Christian child, they may try to over throw him and kill Viserya.

Strands of her silver hair danced along with the cool breeze that brushed through Kattegat. Most of her hair flowed freely with there only being one little braid, signaling the victory of her dragon’s births. The clothes she wore look more fit for a boy than a young princess.

Her amber eyes slowly fixing on those that pass in front of her. Each one seeming to give side glanced to one another. As said before, even though she was crowned princess of Kattegat, no one had truly accepted her believing she was a demon and a curse set upon the people by Christians. It was truly the work of the Aslaug however, the queen and mother of Viserya's stepbrothers. And perhaps with the subtle help of Floki.

She turned the people’s hearts against Viserya as she hated the little dragon princess with all her heart for when Ragnar had bought Viserya home as just a babe, she pleaded endlessly with him to discarded the child—but he did not heed to her. And when her dragons were born, the people feared her more even when Ragnar pleaded with them that she was sent by their gods to help them. The young dragon princess that could not be burned they called her. The unburnt...

Viserya felt as if her patience was truly being tested, Ragnar should have been here by now to tell her of the upcoming trip he had planned for her and her brother Ivar. Something he had just mentioned out of nowhere and that only her and Ivar were going. She felt something was off about it, more importantly off about Ragnar.

Her dragons whined in the back shifting her from her thoughts. All three of them having perched themselves up on a makeshift tree made out of broken down chairs. A smile played across her lips as she listened to them chirp and coo back in forth at one another.

The one black as night with reddish golden eyes was named Ragno after her stepfather. He slightly stretched his wings out as he meekly yawned with a little squeak escaping. All three of them had to be no bigger than a dog, they were growing so fast just as she was. The golden cream one was named Daenerys after her valiant mother. The little dragon puffed out a little burst of smoke as she burped to which Viserya couldn’t help but giggle.

The last one that was bundled up on the lower tower of tree was named Aegon, after her real father. Aegon being the true name of Jon and she only learned that after she annoyed Father Beocca enough times. He was a greenish color with striping that came down to form what look like the shape of a dagger. Unlike his brother and sister, he seemed to be the laziest and would whether have Viserya cook his food for him instead of him using his fire.

Viserya sighed in defeat as she turned away from the entrance, no longer having the will to wait any longer and began walking towards her dragons. But nevertheless, even if she didn’t have the love of her people, she still had the love of her children, her dragons. The squeals of Ragno and Daenerys filled the air as they watched Viserya grab a bowl and fill it with freshly diced up meat.

Aegon woke up immediately upon hearing the joyous calls of his siblings and groggily joined— watching her every move as she sat down beside them. They happily flipped their wings away, eagerily watching as Viserya took the pieces out one by one. With a flash like lightening, She threw the small piece of diced meat into the air and smiled as she watched Ragno leaped up and smother the slice with fire before engulfing it whole. The other two patiently awaited for their turn and it came, with both swooping up to catch their already dead prey. Ragno perched himself beside Viserya whilst the other two begged at her feet.

Too engrossed by the nagging, hungry mouths of her dragons, Viserya did not hear the incoming of feetsteps the person hastily making their way towards her. Only when the curtains to where she slept where moved, she jolted back in response. Her dragons stopped and lowered their heads before hissing loudly at the intruder. But it wasn’t an intruder, it were Ragnar instead.

“ Viserya, how many times have I told you, no dragons on the bed.” Ragnar merely grumbled as he walked pass her. Viserya only groaned in exaggeration as she helped perch Ragno back up on the stand. She turned and watched as Ragnar paced around gathering supplies.

“ Gather your things we are leaving. Now!” He suddenly raised his voice, as if there were no time left in the world. Viserya slightly jumped away from him. He noticed this behavior and quickly crumbled under what he had did. Ragnar gazed upon Viserya, still the same shy little amber eyed and silver haired girl that Beocca had bought to him that fateful day. The day after Athelstan had passed away, leaving Ragnar empty.

Just a little babe wrapped in a blanket, innocent to the world. He remembered the way he held her, the way her eyes gazed upon him wonder, a sight that reminded him of Gyda.

He placed his hand against her cheek, “ It is alright my little dragon, I did not mean to raise my voice at you.” Ragnar said trying to comfort her to which Viserya nodded and hugged him.

“ What about Ragno and Daenerys and Aegon, can’t I bring them with me?” Viserya whispered in his ear. Ragnar shyly broke away from the hug and glanced to the floor, motioning his head back in forth.

“ They will only use up all our resources, little dragon... I” Viserya cut him off immediately,

“ But they are my children, I can not leave them.” She desperately pleaded with him, placing her arms across her chest in a pouting motion. Ragnar sighed heavily before glancing over to the dragons as they awaited atop the stand.

“ Fine, you can bring them. But you must care for them yourself.” He calmily said before getting to his feet and fetching the little wooden cage. “ Here is where they’ll be placed most of the time, and when it’s feeding time they can come out.” He firmly spoke as he handed her the cage.

Viserya wasn’t entirely happy about having to shove her dragons into a tiny wooden crate, they were far too big for that option but nevertheless if she wanted to go, there were sacrifices to be made.

Then again it wasn’t like she was fairing any better, she was facing the same fate. She placed the wooden crate down upon the fur bed and began enticing them with the promise of meat and when they realized they had been fooled, their sorrowful cries filled the hall. Even against their cries, she slowly latched the door.

“ Maybe the journey won’t be too long,” she whispered even against her mind telling her different. “ Hopefully, England won’t be so bad and maybe Ragnar will let us explore.” She exclaimed before grabbing the cage and following Ragnar out.

Ivar was already patiently wanting with his mother nearby when Ragnar made her stop by one of the shops and wait as he went to the crew of the ship.

Her dragons fumbled around in the crate, each banging into one another. Their little cries intrimingled with the voices of the people nearby. This was the furthest her dragon’s had ever been.

She anxiously watched as Ragnar and the crew started preparing the ship for the long journey ahead. One she did not realize would bring pain. Along her wondering and watching, she did not notice Aslaug in the corner glaring at her. And even from afar the hatred could be seen upon the queen’s face.

Aslaug couldn’t stop but glare at Viserya as she stood there waiting beside the shop. She hastily grabbed Ivar by the shoulders, “ Don’t you ever trust her. She will be the downfall of us all, i have foreseen it. She is not one of us and she never will be.” Ivar blankly stared her, confused at his mother’s reasoning.

She leaned down and looked her son dead in the eyes knowing he wasn’t quite there to listening about her ramblings, “ She will be the downfall of us all, in my dream I saw fire, fire was everywhere. It engulfed the very nation and people screamed in agony as they were covered in fire by her dragons. Our people, not the Saxons..” Aslaug hastily replied, keeping a firm grip upon Ivar.

She hunkered closer to her, “ Your father will not listen to me about her, do not be him and make the right choose when you have the chance... Because it will not be our side that she’s on but the Saxons.”

Ivar looked at his mother wide eyed before slowly glancing to Viserya. He only furrowed his brows at young girl, the girl whom he called a sister before looking back to his mother, annoyed with her persistence. Because sometimes visions are not always correct....

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- Sorry this was sooo short but I had to get this filler chapter out before anything else!

- Excuse my crappy writing here lmao hope you enjoy!!

#alfred #vikings alfred #vikings alfred the great #vikings alfred x oc #vikings ivar #vikings ubbe #vikings lagertha #game of thrones dragons #vikings #game of thrones #vikings x game of thrones crossover #vikings x game of thrones

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bts-b18 · 6 years ago

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Crossing The Line - Chapter 2

Crossing The Line

A Taekook& Yoonmin Story.

Genere: highschool!au, Fluff, Angst, Smut

Summary: Former volleyball player and now trainer of the schools volleayball team Taehyung feels drawn to freshman and trouble maker Jungkook. What will happen when such different characters collide? Can Taehyung get past the wall of agression and hate Jungkook has build around his heart for all the years?

Yoongi and Jimin are stepbrothers. Jimin however developed feelings which are stronger than brotherly love. Can he keep this a secret?

Warning: step-sibling incest, violence

Part: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

02 - Trouble

The following days Namjoon tried again and again to convince Jungkook to join the volleyball team, despise Taehyung telling him that having a troublemaker on the team would affect the discipline. Namjoon even managed to get Jungkooks number, constantly texting him to join the volleyball club.

All those efforts to convince him made the younger guy despise the idea of going to play even more, since it meant giving in to the constant nagging. And loosing was something Jeon Jungkook did not do!

One fated day, Jungkook forgot to switch his phone to silent mode, which normally would have been no problem, but this time he was in class and everybody was supposed to work silently for themselves. The ringtone cut through the silence like a blade. Being used to checking his messages instantly Jungkook didn’t even think twice when he grabbed the phone, unlocking it directly. However, he didn’t take the teacher Ms. Kim into account who snatched the phone out of his hands before he had a chance to even look at the message.

“Texting in class again, are we Mister Jeon?”, she hissed.

“Yah! This is private!”, Jungkook yelled jumping up from his chair.

“I don’t think so. You write messages in my class? They become part of my class; hence they are not private anymore.”, she stated like it made complete sense.

“Maybe this will teach you to not text in my class ever again.”, she continued while looking at the phone. A grin way to evil for the petit teacher with short hair, appeared on her face. On the screen were a dozen unanswered messages from Namjoon telling Jungkook to join the team.

“So, you want to join the volleyball team Mr. Jeon?”, she mused now looking at him.

“No way! Some senior student kept bugging me for days already, but I told him I have no interest in doing so.”, Jungkook replied hastily. Maybe too hastily since the grin on Ms. Kim spread even wider.

“I see. So that’s how it is. Well Mr. Jeon then you will join the volleyball team starting today.”, she decided handing the cellphone back to Jungkook.

“And why would I do that?”, he shot back way louder than it was appropriate while talking to a teacher.

“Because as far as I am concerned, your grades are not so great this year, right? And you can’t afford failing another class? For example, my class?”, Ms. Kim suggested while her face made entirely sure that Jungkook could grasp the situation he was in right now.

“That’s not fair!”, Jungkook exclaimed feeling betrayed.

“Live is not fair Mr. Jeon. The faster you learn that, the better. And now everyone please return to your exercise.”

And with that the discussion was over.

Somehow Namjoon must have heard about the class incident, since he was waiting for Jungkook as he finished his last term before the lunch break. He was standing there smiling from ear to ear, waving happily at an annoyed looking Jungkook. Knowing that he had no other choice he followed Namjoon to the practice hall where everyone was gathered already, passing the ball between them.

“Attention please!”, Namjoon called cheerfully.

“We have a new team member called Jeon Jungkook starting today!”

Surprised everyone turned around.

“Why are you here?”, Taehyung asked all his confusion showing on his face.

Jungkook didn’t answer. What should he say? Admit that his teacher outplayed him? Hell no! Especially not to glasses guy!

“What’s going on?” Taehyung tried again, this time looking at Namjoon for help. When Namjoon didn’t reply, Taehyung forcefully pushed him to the side getting slowly annoyed. He wanted to talk without being overheard.

Seokjin took this opportunity to step in front of Jungkook, crossing his arms: “Nobody wants you here loser boy! You should leave already.”

“You don’t even know how to serve, idiot!”, Seokjin taunted again.

Being annoyed already Jungkook jumped at the opportunity to fight instantly.

“This is none of your fucking business, dumbass! You know how to fight with your broad shoulders, huh?!”, the raven-haired boy shot back loosening his shoulders as if ready to throw a punch.

Before any of the two could lunge at the other Vic came forward.

“You can’t do that!”, she exclaimed worried, pointing her notebook pen at Seokjin.

Hearing Victoria, Taehyung and Namjoon had quickly come back to the little group gathered around Jungkook. Looking at the younger boy’s mocking expression Taehyung realized what he had been up too: The school rules clearly stated that those who started a fight among the team would be expelled from the club immediately. And It was obvious that Jungkook was not here on his free will.

Taking a quick glance at his best friend Taehyung knew that he was thinking the same thing.

“All right Jungkook, if you are able to catch one ball out of three serves you can leave. Agreed?”, Namjoon grinned.

Great Namjoon, Taehyung thought shaking his head in disbelieve. Why was the blond guy so obsessed with getting the trouble maker on this team?

“One ball? Fine I can do that. No problem!”, Jungkook grinned.

“I will teach you a lesson! Just wait, you will be so dead!”, Seokjin jumped forward.

“No, I will save his ball.”, Jungkook announced pointing directly at a wide-eyed Taehyung.

Recovering from the shock quite fast he looked at Jungkook with contemp.

“And what if you lose?”

“Whatever you want.”, replied Jungkook quickly.

Hearing that, Taehyungs mouth corner shortly twitched upward into a grin.

A shudder went down Jungkooks spine. Unsure of himself for the first time, the younger smiled sheepishly.

“Ready?” Taehyung asked, getting into position at the other side of the field.

Jungkook just gave a thumbs up jumping on his spot. Seokjin handed Taehyung one of the volleyballs, making a small bow. Like the first time Taehyung played the ball perfectly leaving Jungkook barley any time to react. However, the young male was quick; realizing in which corner Taehyung would hit the ball. Missing the ball just by a few steps he failed the first chance.

“Wow he is good.” “Guessing the trainers moves so easy.” The team members whispered among themselves.

Taehyung served the second ball a lot faster and this time Jungkook even touched it, but still failed to grab it. He was pretty sure, that he would be able to get the last one.

Later the brown-haired trainer couldn’t understand what had gotten into him in this moment, but he took the last ball from Seokjin staring at Jungkook. He was aware that Jungkook had a good perception and was able to adjust to different playstyles quickly. There was a high chance that he would be able to catch the last ball. He could let Jungkook get the ball and he could rid himself of the troublemaker. But, something inside him did want the younger to stay on the team.

He took a few steps back, handing his glasses to Namjoon. He took a deep breath, punched the ball in the air and jumped. It was as if he was flying, hands falling back as he winded up to hit the ball hard. Jungkooks eyes were following him, wide in amazement. Jungkook tried to jump but had no real chance of catching that jump-serve. He was sliding along the floor in vain. Taehyung had landed lightly but was limping, Jungkook noticed. Why did the elder jump when it caused him pain?

Namjoon rushed forward supporting his friend, who had a hard time standing straight.

“Well what will you do know, huh?”, Taehyung mused Jungkook, trying to sound lightly. But his pained face betrayed him.

“AISH!”, Jungkook yelled hitting the floor.

He knew that he had lost. And oh, he hated losing so much! He pushed himself up and glared at Taehyung. Fine if he had to, he would join the damn team: Showing everyone how good Jeon Jungkook could be! They would see what he was really made of.

Not being very gentle, Namjoon pushed Taehyung down on the wooden bench. They were in the changing room, while the other team members where still practicing. Stretching out his leg, Namjoon placed a heat-pack on Taehyungs injured knee.

“Why the hell did you do that you idiot? You know you shouldn’t put that much pressure on your knee!”, he scolded the other male.

“I don’t know.. I just wanted to jump..”, Taehyung replied while his face was still full of pain.

“Are you sure you want to bring him on the team?” he continued after a short silence.

At that Namjoon furrowed his brows. “Well the thing is Tae, we don’t really have a choice right now. We need a spiker badly and that boy has some real potential!”

“But what good will he do with that attitude?”

“We will just do it like before, all right? I will handle the attitude and you the training okay?” Namjoon beamed, having found a solution he was happy with. Taehyung however didn’t seem convinced.

Instead of replying anything, he just sighed in defeat. This caused Namjoons smile to spread even further, making his cute dimples show.

Yoongi and Jimin had waited outside of the sport complex after Jungkook had texted them about what had happened. They were now walking down the path that lead to the school’s main cafeteria, trying to get Jungkook to tell them what exactly had happened.

The youngest had quickly summed up what had happened, leaving out the small part were Taehyung had beaten him in the little volleyball game.

“So, you will really join the volleyball team?”, Jimin inquired.

“Yea well, they pressure me with my grades so what much can I do?” Jungkook shrugged.

“Your right..” Yoongi trailed off. He was turning a small package of cookies around in his hands. Now he looked at Jimin who was walking at the other side of Jungkook.

“Here, you take this to eat until we have lunch. You haven’t eating anything today yet.” he offered to his younger step-brother.

Jimin just raised an eyebrow at him. Not making any attempt of taking the package out of Yoongi’s hands.

“Are you my mum now?” he scoffed.

Yoongi, being too taken aback by his step-brothers reaction, was still holding out the little package. What was going on with Jimin? Why was his little brother being so defensive and mean to him lately? Had he done something wrong?

Being annoyed by the two brother’s awkwardness, Jungkook yanked the package out of Yoongi’s hands. “Yah! And what about me?”, he yelled.

Before Yoongi could reply, someone step in front of the two guys, blocking their way.

Looking straight Jungkook came face to face with a guy. He had a round face, brown hair and a broad smile on his features.

“Hey! Do you remember me still, hyung?” the boy now beamed barley able to contain his excitement.

“Should I remember you?” Jungkook asked crossing his arms.

“But of couuuurse huyng!! I’m Hoseok! You saved me from those bad guys..” he whined.

“And you also got kicked out because of me.” Hoseok added, now looking at his feet.

“Well yea. No problem. So, can you excuse us now? I had a long day and want to get something to eat..” Jungkook sighed not having the patience to deal with an excited middle-school boy. He started walking past the younger boy.

“Can I come with you and pay the meal? To make up for the help?”, Hoseok called after him.

“If you stop bothering me after that...” Jungkook muttered without looking back.

“Yeees! Thanks’ Hyung!!!” the younger exclaimed.

It was evening and everyone was at the volleyball field again, practicing hard for their afterschool club activities. Taehyung was standing at the side observing the younger boys. He had wondered already where Jungkook was. Even though the raven-haired boy was a trouble maker. he didn’t seem like someone who would not keep his word.

As if to confirm that something was up, Victoria tugged at his sleeve.

“Tae, I can’t find Jungkook anywhere. I already checked his classroom and called his phone. He is not answering. What should we do? He still needs so much practice.” She sounded worried.

That boy was his responsibility now Taehyung decided. He needed to find him and get him to train. Also, he couldn��t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

“You will be overseeing training here Vic. I will go and find Jungkook.”

Taehyung had managed to get ahold of Jimin, before he had left school and was now questioning him on the whereabouts of his friend.

“Where is he?” Taehyung demanded to know.

“Somewhere, were a good student like you won’t have the guts to go!” Jimin taunted.

Just as Taehyung was about to say something Yoongi stepped in front of his younger brother protectively. “Is there any problem here?” he asked in in a calm tone but with eyes cold as ice.

“No thank you, Hyung.”, Jimin snarled.

“Come with me glasses boy.” He added pushing past his bewildered looking brother.

Jimin felt a pang of guild as he saw the hurt flashing through Yoongi’s eyes. But he continued walking past him anyway.

Taehyung looked between the two brothers, trying to make sense of their behavior. He felt like saying something reassuring, seeing Yoongi’s sad face but didn’t know what. So, he remained silent and hurried after Jimin.

Jimin had led him into a shady looking district quite a few blogs away from the school. Taehyung had asked him a few times, where he would take him but just got an unfriendly “follow me and be quite” as an answer.

When Jimin finally stopped, they were standing in front of an dark alley. Trashcans and stacks of boxed indicated, that they were behind some kind of club or a bar.

“This is as far as I go. If you want to find him, go find him yourself now.” Jimin stated pointing at the building. With that he turned around and left, leaving Taehyung standing there unsure of what to do.

There where barley any streetlights in the ally but he could make out some men sitting on the floor seeming dead drunk. One of them was standing under the single streetlight the ally had to offer, holding a syringe. Something inside Taehyung told to him to run as fast as he could but he still needed to find Jungkook.

Carefully he made one step forward, trying not to make himself known to the other men. At the same moment the backdoor of the building flew open revealing Jungkook, dressed in the attire of a bartender. He was carrying two huge bags of trash, as he was walking down the stairs leading down into the allay.

“Hey! What are you doing?”, Jungkook yelled, as his eyes fell on the men in front of him.

But the men just shrugged, paying more attention to his syringe than to the young boy.

“You can’t take drugs here!” Jungkook repeated, as he tossed the bags of trash he was carrying to the side.

“None of your fucking business!” the male now hissed turning around to face Jungkook.

Feeling frustrated at the lack of respect Jungkook kicked at the closest trashcan. It fell over with a loud bang that was way too loud in the narrow allay.

That, seemed to have caught the attention of the two other guys who had been lingering on the opposite side of the ally. They were righting themselves, stepping closer from each side surrounding Jungkook.

“Please leave here!”, Jungkook said calm. He had noticed the other two guys and knew that he probably had no chance fighting three grown up man at the same time. But something inside of him didn’t care. Something inside of him wanted to fight.

The other guy seemed way to pissed at this point to just leave, as he hurled forward throwing a punch at Jungkooks shoulder. The younger boy however was faster, avoiding the punch by leaning to the right. That made the man even more furious. His face was a grimace of rage as he threw himself at Jungkook slamming the raven-haired boy into the nearest wall.

Gasping for air, Jungkook tried to push the male off him. His lungs were burning.

“Jungkook!”, Taehyung screamed.

He had been watching until that moment, too shocked by the events unfolding in front of him.

He ran forward just knowing that he had to help the younger boy, throwing any caution to the wind.

He was no fighter and he knew that, but he couldn’t bear hearing the younger boy groan in pain as the man landed a successful punch at Jungkooks stomach.

The man turned around as he heard Taehyung running up to him, temporarily letting his grip on Jungkook loosen. Jungkook however used the diversion to break free. He grabbed some boxes, lying nearby and threw them at the other man in the allay, who had started to advance onto Jungkook as well.

“What are you doing here you idiot? Leave!” Jungkook exclaimed, his eyes flickering to look at Taehyung briefly.

That little shift in Jungkooks awareness was punished directly by one of the men, as he hit him square in the face, making the boy sink to his knees clenching his yaw in pain. Taehyung tried to pull the guy of Jungkook before he could attack again. Stumbling backwards the man looked at Taehyung, surprised.

Taehyung rushed forward grabbing Jungkooks hand. He pulled the younger boy up ignoring his pained whine. Jungkook looked up at him with wide eyes. Fury and pain were battling inside them.

“Let’s run!”, Taehyung pleaded.

But before they could make one step, one of the guys was at them again this time kicking at Jungkooks hip. The black-haired boy managed to doge that attack by pressing himself back at the wall. Taehyung pushed himself in front of Jungkook trying to shield the younger with his own body.

Without being able to do anything Jungkook saw another kick coming, this time aiming at Taehyungs left knee. Taehyungs scream echoed through the night. He went down holding his knee, face a grimace of pure agony. Seeing that they landed a successful blow, the other two men rushed forward ready to help their mate finish the two boys.

Without thinking Jungkook grabbed Taehyung around his waist so that his own back was shielding Taehyungs. He groaned as he felt the fists crashing down on his back. It was so painful that he felt like he would lose consciousness soon but refused to let go of his protecting grip on Taehyung.

“Hey! What is going on here?!” Jungkook barley heard the male voice ringing down the alley.

“Stop this at once or I will call the police!” the voice came again this time sounding with more urgency.

Jungkook noticed that the strikes had stopped. He raised his head, feeling faint.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw that the three attackers were retreating down the alley, disappearing in the darkness. He let go of Taehyung slowly. When he tried straightening up, Jungkook realized that maybe that had not been such a good idea. He felt darkness rushing on to him. The last thing he felt, where strong arms catching him before everything went pitch black.

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29 * NO PEACE * 29

Impact: chapter 29

Chapter title song: No Peace - Sam Smith

JESS

I stand in front of my dresser, gripping the edge of the wood with white knuckles. I look into the mirror, staring into my own bloodshot eyes. I don't know if I can do this. I look at the dangly diamond earrings in my ears and the giant necklace across my chest, all of it borrowed from Eliza.

My hands are clammy, shaking against the wood I'm leaning on, holding myself up on. I can feel the tears threatening to spill over my cheeks, but I breathe in, keeping them at bay in order to not mess up the makeup Sam just finished putting on my face. I dab under my eyes, my red lips trembling as I grab my purse and slide it over my shoulder.

I catch sight of myself in the full-length mirror by the door, the red dress fitting me perfectly in all the right places. My heels match it perfectly. I almost look like myself, the most myself I've looked in weeks. My hair is shorter and more purple than red. Every time I saw it in the mirror it reminded me of him and how much he loved it, so I cut it off and dyed it. Sam said I was being rash, but I felt ages better after I did it.

I run my fingers down the red satin fabric of my dress as I slide my arms through my long black peak coat jacket. I look like a million bucks as I stare at myself in the mirror but inside I still feel empty. I'm wobbling on my heels, it feels like a single gust of wind could knock me over.

I know he'll be there tonight, he has to be. It's the night before the trip, the big company dinner to celebrate the new San Francisco location of Styles Publishing. My stomach feels sick as I head out the door and to my car. I can't imagine seeing him again, not after the wedding party. I didn't realize how horribly it would mess with my mind, how fast it could hinder my breathing.

I pull out of the parking lot and collect myself as I drive, following my GPS to a convention center down Seminole street. I park outside amongst a sea of BMWs and get out of the car, wobbly walking to the front doors. I'm greeted by staff in suits who offer to take my jacket, but I tuck it tighter against myself and push passed them.

I'm already on edge, looking around at the countless faces I don't recognize. A waiter approaches me with a platter of champagne flutes and I take two from the tray before he even asks if I'd like one. I down one of them in two sips and leave the empty glass on the table behind me. I hope it numbs me soon, flowing through my veins and making my head stop spinning.

I sip through the second glass, savoring the smooth taste as I walk around uneasily, searching anywhere and everywhere for just one familiar face. I hope to run into Lex or Vance soon as I position myself in one of the corners of the room and look out amongst the sea of people bustling around.

Suddenly, my eyes land on Audrie at the other end of the room. I spring up from my solemn position on the wall and walk to her, as fast as I can in these god forsaken heels. She smiles as I walk up to her, taking me in her arms and giving me a squeeze.

"So, you're coming with us then?" She asks excitedly.

"I am." I sigh, trying to sound as eager as I can.

"Why the change of heart?" She asks quizzically.

I don't have the heart to tell her that it's because Harry ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it with his stupid pair of boots. That every time I see him, my chest cavity feels like it's collapsing and suddenly I can't breathe let alone work.

"I don't have plans after school," I say thoughtfully, "This seems like a pretty good plan."

She nods, taking a drink of champagne from her own glass. She looks gorgeous too, standing in simple pumps with a white cocktail dress. It contrasts against her tanned skin beautifully, she looks effortlessly perfect.

"Well," She nods, gesturing to everyone filing into the ballroom as the doors are opened, "I guess we should get inside and snag a seat."

I follow her inside and stare in awe at the giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It's as big as the entire room and it matches the countless white and gold decorations on the tables placed around the ballroom. Audrie grabs my hand in the midst of the crowd and drags me to the table closest to the open bar. I laugh as she takes a seat and nods, clearly pleased with her choice.

Lex steps up to the front stage that all of the tables are surrounding with a mic in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other.

"Good evening everyone," He smiles, "I'm glad you're all here. Let's make this one to remember as we prepare ourselves for a great adventure tomorrow. Don't drink too much and don't be afraid to dance."

He grins, toasting the air and everyone cheers. He walks off the stage and music begins to play, lights illuminating the floor in the center of all the tables. I shake my head as he dances his way over to me and Audrie, sat in the corner.

"Well come on ladies, let's liven this thing up a bit," He laughs, "You two are the youngest, liveliest we've got."

"Maybe in a few more drinks." Audrie smirks, taking a sip of her peach Bellini through her straw.

Lex shakes his head and makes his way back to his table at the front of the room. I watch him take a seat and my eyes flicker to the person next to him. My stomach is in my throat as I stare at him, dressed in a black suit with a burgundy dress shirt underneath. The wind is knocked out of me as I watch him drink the last of his champagne and look around the room.

I divert my eyes as soon as he starts to turn and get up from the table to stand at the bar and order a double whiskey coke. I sit back down and Audrie frowns.

"We're supposed to be drinking champagne and fizzy fruity drinks," She huffs, taking another sip of her Bellini, "We're celebrating."

"I'll drink a spritzer right after this." I sigh, tipping my head back and letting the entire glass of liquid burn my throat.

She stares at me wide eyed before tipping her head back and finishing her Bellini, her sipping straw forgotten. She orders us each vodka sodas and despite hating them, I sip my down quickly, my view becoming hazier and soon I can't even see him on the other side of the room.

Eventually she drags me up from my seat and to the dance floor. A man I've never seen before asks me to dance and I nod, allowing him to put his hands on my waist and move me to the music. The world is blurring, moving faster than my mind can comprehend but I don't care. I melt into the numbness filling my body and welcome it with open arms. I embrace the sloppiness of the mystery man's actions, placing my hands over his to guide him with my hips.

I'm startled by the screeching sound of feedback from a microphone on the stage and I look up to see Harry at the front, the microphone gripped in his hand. His eyes are beyond glassy and he's swaying while he's standing still, another glass of champagne in his free hand.

"I'm Harry Styles," He introduces, "I'm head editor here and I'd like to make a speech."

His words slur out of his mouth to the point of being hardly intelligible. I can see Lex bounding over to the stage to get him off of it, but he puts his hand up and shakes his head.

"No Lex, let me do this," He sighs, his eyes fluttering closed as he raises his glass in the air, "To douchebag stepbrothers," He cheers and Lex cringes, "To deadbeat dads," He smirks, pointing his glass at me, "And to your biggest fear becoming your reality, losing your best friend, because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her."

His eyes latch onto mine as the words pour out of his mouth. His voice is malicious, cutting through me like a knife. The tears I've been trying so hard to hold back burst from my eyes. I turn away from him, wiping my eyes hastily and looking at my hands to see makeup smeared all over them. Audrie reaches for my arm but I pull away from her, running back towards the front and shoving through the bathroom door.

I grab onto the counter and steady myself, my sobs wracking through my body with a vengeance. My throat burns as my stomach threatens to empty its contents. I rock back and forth, using the counter as my stable base. I can hardly bring myself to look into the mirror and see what I look like.

My eyeliner is running down my cheeks and creating white lines in my foundation and blush. My lipstick is beyond smudged and I cry harder as I realize I can't go back out there looking like this. Audrie comes bursting in in a few seconds, wrapping an arm around me and trying to console me.

"He fell off the stage," She says, "Lost his footing and hit the ground."

I wish I could say that the image rectifies my night, but it does anything but that. I find myself worried for him, even after all he's done. Even after he got up in front of everyone and said those things just to hurt me.

HARRY

I wake up in a pile of my own vomit on my couch with no memory of how I got home. I can vaguely remember Lex driving me home and throwing up in his car. I remember him saying that he was serious, I can't go to San Francisco like this.

Suddenly, I remember her. I remember watching her dancing with another guy. She was swaying, too much alcohol coursing through her system. She was in that red dress, my favorite. Whenever my eyes landed on her she looked nervous and I had to nearly bolt my feet to the ground to not charge her and pour my heart out.

I sit up quickly and look around, staring down to see myself still fully clothed in last night's suit. I shake my head as I stand up and hear a knock at the door. I walk over to the door lazily, dragging my feet as my head pounds in my eardrums making the ringing worse.

I pull open the door and I'm surprised to see Ryland standing outside. I want to shove his face through the dry wall and he shoves past me before I can get the chance to slam the door in his face.

"Listen, I know you're pissed, I fucked up, I shouldn't have helped Zack," He rambles, his hands held up in surrender, "But you need an intervention man!"

"I don't need anything from you." I shout, restricting myself from picking him up and tossing him through a window.

"Harry, you've still got it. You're intelligent and handsome, you've got your whole life ahead of you and you're throwing it all away over some girl!"

"She isn't some girl, Ryland!" I shout, surprising myself with how quickly the adrenaline fueled me.

"Then go get her, man," He sighs, his voice strained, "What are you doing here?"

"Because it's not that easy." I huff.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration with my unwillingness to listen to him. I can tell he's near done trying to convince me.

"What do you think we'd be doing if we never got into this, Styles? He asks, his voice low and his eyes glazed over.

"I'd be with her."

I don't catch it before it's out of my mouth and suddenly I can't breathe. Ryland nods his head as if he understands. Her face taunts me behind my eyelids. I want him to say something to fill the silence, but he just stares. I need the words out of the air, I need something else to repeat over and over in my head.

"You were in love with her." He says finally.

The words knock the wind out of me. They sting like nothing else, like fire against my skin. He's wrong, he's got to be wrong.

"No I wasn't-"

"Don't lie to yourself because of me, you did, and Zack ruined that, we both did." He seethes.

I look at him out of the corner of my eye, but he doesn't move. His eyes are trained in front of him, the gears turning in his head. I block out his words, I erase them from my mind like I erased her from my skin.

"I'm sorry." He says, his voice whispered.

"Don't-"

"No, it's my fault you lost the only thing going for you. She was good for you and I hated that I was jealous, we both were!" He shouts, his focus finally breaking from the wall, his bloodshot eyes locking onto mine, "You only meet a girl like that once in your life and I fucked it up for you."

"It wasn't you, it was us, we didn't fit-"

"You two are like a fucking jigsaw puzzle and you know it."

My mind is exasperated by Ryland's sudden change in character as I open my mouth, trying to find any sum of words to counter him. I'm cut off as the door opens and slams shut once again, my head whipping up to see Jason standing in my doorway.

I take a step forward, trying to gauge how upset he is with me. He surprises me as he grabs me around my back and pulls me to him. His embrace is strong, squeezing me against him, his fist balling up around the fabric of the back of my shirt.

"You fucking asshole, I thought you were dead." He says, his voice cracking.

I half-heartedly laugh, patting his back as he holds me tighter, letting out a sigh of relief. I know he was worried, I should have called him but he's still tied to her. I needed to completely separate myself as much as I could what with the wedding party and work. No matter how much I distance myself she still seems to show up everywhere.

He holds me back from him, taking me in, assessing the damage I'm sure. He purses his lips when he inspects my eyes shaking his head.

"Would you please back me up and tell him he's being a fucking idiot?" Ryland huffs, joining us.

"It doesn't matter, it's over!" I shout, turning to him and hoping he shuts up already.

"Of course it does! If you want something you've got to fight for it!" Jason says, shaking me by my shoulders, "You of all people should know that!"

"What if they don't want to be fought for?" I ask, barely meeting his eyes from underneath my hair that's fallen into my eyes.

"Then you're not fighting hard enough."

JESS

I walk over to my dresser after getting out of the shower. It's still early, six in the morning. I have to be at the airport by eight. My mind is swimming in numbness, so many thoughts swirling in my brain that I can't seem to distinguish one from another. How am I supposed to feel about this? I should be happy right? And I am, but not the way I should be.

I'm happy because I get to travel the city of San Francisco with my very best friend. I'm happy because I'm living one of my greatest dreams, I'm traveling. I'm happy that I'm going, that I'm taking a huge step towards a successful future with Styles Publishing but every time I really contemplate leaving, it feels like a dagger in my chest.

It seems the words one month keep reappearing in my mind. Half of me wonders how it could possibly be that long already, and the other half swears it's been much longer. Some days feel like eons and others go by in seconds.

I realize then that I miss him. Each day he's been gone has felt like a bullet hole in my chest, and whenever I try to pull it out another one takes its place. I miss him so much that looking at him hurts because all it does is bring back everything I've ever felt for him and suddenly I can't breathe. I've seen him at the office, but I always turn my head. I can't bring myself to meet his eyes, to let him suck me in like he's done before.

That's the thing about him I suppose, his eyes. His face. His lips. His freckles. His jaw. He is so beautiful. He is so lovely in his own conventional way that everyone else are flecks of brown and grey. He is wildflowers in June, the eye of a hurricane, city lights at midnight, sunlight coming through a window. He is nothing manufactured, nothing plastic. His eyes are formed from stars and his freckles are marks of Earth sprayed across his skin.

I can still picture his face; every angle, every line, every indentation. I studied it every time i got the chance. I studied the way he furrowed his brows in concentration and bit his lip. I studied the hole where his lip ring goes and the curve of his cheek bones. The freckle on the right side of his chin and the bleariness to his eyes when he first wakes up. I've memorized the gravelly sound of his voice in the early hours of the morning and the way his hot breath works its way into his words when he whispers.

I remember it all and it exhausts me. To know that despite everything he's put me through, he is still the only thought in my mind. To know that even after everything we've been through I can never erase him from me because he is engraved in my mind. His name does something to me. Every time I hear it my throat closes up as if I'd said it. My heart starts beating faster and suddenly it feels as though I can't breathe. How does he do this to me?

I want to erase him from me completely. I want to scrub him from my skin, scrub him from my mind. I don't want to think about him anymore, I want closure.

I realize that that's the problem,

I deserve an ending.

We deserve an ending.

Even if that means sitting in silence, screaming at the top of our lungs, making love on the soft cotton sheets, or fucking on the rough tiled floor.

We deserve an ending.

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