#i should not be answering asks when i'm dead tired but i would forget what i was gonna say otherwise

[mikunology]

hey! same anon as the q about weaknesses you received before bc i really like your universe LOL. so, how do the kagamines interact with/see each other?

thank you ;v; and uhhh I'm not quite sure how you mean? (at least in the idea that I've talked a lot about the Kagamines and their relationship on this blog) but if you'd like something more in-depth...

Rin and Len see each other as akin to siblings in my verse! They're very close and usually do stuff together, and consider each other each other's best friend and greatest rival :> they bicker and banter with each other a lot but it's rarely serious

Rin is very much an annoying older sister XD She likes heckling Len, bossing him around and dragging him along on her wild stunts, but it's really just her teasing - she loves Len very much and is probably his biggest fan. She hates it when he self-deprecates because she knows how good of a person he really is and tries to support him as best she can in her own way, and she's always there to uplift him when he needs help. She's also usually the one gently pushing Len to step outside his comfort zone and become more confident in himself. She's actually very scared of losing him in a serious way.

Len, meanwhile, tends to bicker back with Rin and rolls his eyes at her when she's doing something crazy, but he cares for her very deeply and is even a bit of a pushover when it comes to her (something he really isn't for anyone else). He's always looking after her and is usually acting as her "conscience" in a sense XD he gets frustrated with her attitude sometimes but he's very in-tune with Rin and how she feels and regardless of how much she bugs him he's always there for her as soon as she needs him. He's very protective of her and even if he has trouble admitting it to her face he looks up to her quite a lot :>

Also, naturally, they pair up a lot when it comes to their heroics, since Rin is very much a "punch first, ask questions later" kind of girl and while Len is more skittish with combat he's very good at planning and is usually the one coming up with strategies for their fights. They've had many an argument about their approaches with crimefighting but when they actually put their strengths together they're hard to beat :>

[jayniks]

SEX NOTE (p.js)

after summoning heeseung, you wandered around your room looking for any ideas. Seeing your poster of your favorite band, you thought "why not invoke the guitarist?" and that's what you did, although the situation was quickly reversed when you saw how malicious he was.

WC . 2,3k

PAIRING . Shinigami!jay x fan!reader

WARNINGS . smut (mdni), oral sex (m receiving), tease, anal sex, mouth fucking, a little cuck!jake?, mentions of Jake's mom and Jake himself, magical appearance, chocking, a little filler just like in the original series, degradation, tying, unreal themes, a bit of noncon?, squirt, curses, let me know if I left something out.

< go back . next chapter >

Let's forget about that awkward interaction with Jake and let's talk about you, although let's not let pass that you avoided each other for 2 days in a row, what matters is that now you two are talking. About what? I don't know, he mentioned something about a trip to Australia for a week to see his family but you weren't paying much attention, you were aware that he was probably abandoning you to avoid any more awkwardness, after all, no one would act nice after listening to his best friend that he knew since he was 3, who helped her in her worst moments, fucking they favorite idol NEXT to his room.

"Dummy, are you even listening to me?" Jake asked in a somewhat tired tone. His words brought you out of your trance and you just nodded, "really? summarize what I said" he looked at you seriously. "Um, are you going on a trip home?" You exclaimed without much confidence, maybe you should have listened to him but you felt physically and mentally exhausted after that night in which a magical book fulfilled your fantasy. "Oh yeah? And why?" He looked at you again with those judging eyes, God, how you hated him. "I don't know," you admitted, already imagining the scolding that awaited you. "I'm going to Australia to see my family, I'll only be gone for 5 days, please don't come into my room, take care of the apartment" he warned you, you knew it was better to listen to him.

"Yes Jakey, I understand, please send my regards to your mom-" you didn't finish the sentence because you were interrupted by your friend, "No, you're going to take her away from me, it seems like she loves you more than me," and with that lie he left the dining room to go pack his bags in his own room. Within hours, you were at the door hugging goodbye, after all, you didn't hate him that much. The house was desolate, you felt more alone than ever.... it's good that you had the book to help you. It was a little selfish and self-centered that you cared more about the book than your own best friend who watched you grow up. But you know what else grew? Your desire to try more people.

You ran to your room and sat at your desk to prepare to look at the notebook. You just did that, watching it for almost 10 minutes, maybe waiting for it to start writing itself. Finally, you opened it, there was what you had written about Heeseung yesterday, in the first few lines of the page. You had the decision whether to repeat the same thing from yesterday or write a new story below. You scanned your room for something, anything, to find any answer to a question you hadn't asked yet. Your favorite Chinese actress? No, she was in a relationship. Your teacher? Ew, gross. Your favorite band? No! There were a lot of people and you would just go on the safe side- OH GOD! YOUR FAVORITE BAND!

Sure, Glam was your favorite band years ago, but it was a band from the '30s, the members were already dead, although you were hyper fixated on the guitarist, Jay Park. Of course, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen before; his upturned nose, his strong jaw, the way his cheeks are marked when he smiles, those skillful fingers... if you were to mention all the reasons why you love him you would probably never finish and this fanfic would never be published.

You grabbed the same pencil you had written about your night with Heeseung with, hoping to capture a new adventure, this time with Jay. Emotions overwhelmed you, but this time you wanted to give it a different touch, perhaps less imaginative and more direct. You sat at your desk, ready to put every detail on paper. "Jay Park from the Glam group will appear..." you began to write, but suddenly the pencil stopped working. Frustrated, you looked at the tip, trying to figure out what had happened. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You decided to try scratching the pencil on a piece of paper to the side. But no matter how hard you tried, there wasn't a single mark. Resigned, you grabbed a permanent marker, determined not to let a simple pencil stop you. With a firm hand, you started again: "Jay Park from the group Gla..." But, just as you were about to finish the word, something strange happened. The letters began to fade before your eyes, as if the paper was rebelling against your attempts. Desperation took over you. You gripped the marker tighter and began scratching furiously on the page, as if the simple act of writing could exorcise the frustration you felt. But in your outburst, the blade tore with a tearing sound.

Suddenly, the book opened on its own, as if it had a life of its own. The pages began to move, creating a ghostly wind in the room. Dark letters appeared on the torn page, slowly forming a sentence: "For being greedy, you will be punished." Fear paralyzed you, a chill ran down your spine. It was as if the book was alive and aware of your desires and failings. You felt a rising panic, a primal fear that told you something terrible was about to happen. You closed your eyes, resigned to your fate, waiting for the punishment that, according to the book, you deserved. The room fell into a deep silence, and you prepared to face the unknown, your blood freezing and your heart pounding in your chest...

Silence.

You opened your eyes after a few minutes of silence, and nothing had happened. Confused, you looked around, but everything remained the same. You thought maybe you had read it wrong, but no, nothing had happened. You sighed in relief, trying to convince yourself that maybe the book had just played a prank on you. Maybe you had imagined it all, the result of your sexual frustration and lack of sleep. Yes, that must have been it, you were delirious, right? With a slightly clearer conscience, you turned to make the bed that you hadn't tidied since Jake left for Australia. Time had passed quickly since then, and the mess was piling up. But just as you were going to start cleaning, you felt a chill run down your spine.

When you turn around, you almost had a heart attack when you see the guitarist of your favorite band sitting on your bed, looking at you with a machiavellian smile. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Weren't you expecting me?" He said, faking a pout as he spoke to you. You were petrified. How was it possible? Had it just appeared out of nowhere? Your mind couldn't form a coherent thought when suddenly he grabbed you by the neck, choking you, and threw you hard onto the bed. "Honestly, I didn't expect to show up like this. I thought you would use the book wisely," he hissed. His words surprised you. Did you know about the book? Nothing made sense. What was happening? "You're wondering a lot of things, gorgeous. Do you really think a book like that would come alone?" He chuckled, his tone clearly mocking, "I'm a Shinigami. Who do you think gave your friend the note?"

Oh right, Sim fucking Jaeyun.

Jake was coming back from shopping, it was not his best day, the plastic of the bag he was carrying broke and his purchases flew due to the storm that hit just 4 minutes ago. He sighed in defeat, looking down to avoid getting soaked by the rain because his umbrella bent and broke. He wasn't looking forward so he ended up colliding with a stranger. He was going to turn around to apologize but there was no one there. He looked at the floor and saw a black notebook that was covered with a layer of plastic so it wouldn't get wet. At least he won't return home empty-handed.

Let's go back to where we left off, 'Jay' turned you around putting your arms behind your back. He took off his belt and tied your arms with it, leaving you completely at his mercy. He grabbed your hair, pulling you back and turning your head a little to whisper something near the juncture of your ear and cheek. "I didn't steal that fucking book so that a dirty human like you could come and desecrate it, scratching it and destroying it just out of anger," he spat with venom in his tone. He proceeded to throw you to the ground, kneeling in front of him while he looked at you superiorly. Your response was to look him in the eyes with pleading eyes, praying that he would even take pity on you and not hurt you.

He took your jaw in his hands, forcing you to look at him, and then he parted your lips, putting his thumb inside your mouth. "Let's see how well you know how to use that beautiful little mouth" he let out along with a deep laugh and then grabbed his erect member and passed his head over your lips, smearing them with pre-cum. You took the hint immediately and gobbled down what you could, leaving a considerable portion out due to its size, something that Jay didn't care about because when he heard your first 'gag' he pushed your head until your nose was touching his pelvis.

You were surprised and your throat contracted, you felt very strange, but you didn't think much about it either because he took his member out of your mouth the same way he put it in. You were about to breathe when, oh surprise, he thrust it back in! He made that move repeatedly, fucking your throat to his pleasure. "This is what you wanted, huh? You needy fucking slut". The boy exclaimed with a harsh voice, but do you know what else was even harsher? Your throat. His cock entered and left your throat with inhuman ease (because he's not human hahaha), letting drops of your own saliva mixed with precum fall into your mouth. You felt like you were choking, so Jay, being the gentleman he is, pulled his cock roughly out of your throat, holding onto your hair to keep you still as you took a sharp breath. He looked at you superiorly and proceeded to laugh at your state, "God, look at you, so pathetic, and we're just getting started," he smirked. Taking advantage of your weak state, he threw you on the bed with your legs bent, face down, leaving your butt within his reach and whim.

You had your head down so as not to turn around to see him, although I don't blame you, it would scare me too. You felt his cold hands caress your back and pajama pants. The calm was short-lived when you felt him tear your pants, making a hole in the center, right where your holes were. You couldn't see anything, and you felt disgusted by the fact that the fear you felt was turning you on. Your panties were wet, as were your buttocks from the licks Jay left behind. You swallowed dryly as you felt him rip your panties for more access, although that wasn't the worst, that came when you finally realized he wasn't going for your pussy, he was going for your asshole. You were going to protest about that but the scream that left your throat silenced all the words you had learned so far. He entered your inexperienced hole with the same force he used on your throat.

Your forehead hitting the headboard wasn't the most painful thing, curiously neither was his thrusts, it was the way your back was bending to keep you in a position where you wouldn't break. You knew Jay was talking to you, but you didn't understand, your mind was clouded by two things: pleasure and pain. Because of the position you were in you could feel your juices running down your legs and the splash when his sack hit your pussy. You couldn't take it anymore, it was too much for you, you began to feel that tickling in your belly that was so familiar but so different at the same time, it felt like your orgasm was close but much more powerful.

Jay's tip was mercilessly pounding that space inside you, which was enough to make you collapse, spurting his sack that only did more than slap your pussy to splatter more. Your throat was hot from the screams that came from it, being replaced by long sighs once Jay stopped for a few moments, perhaps to make sure you were okay, was there any goodness within that mocking creature? Well, no, because he proceeded to resume his thrusts with the same brutality as before. He crouched down a little so he was at the same height as your head so he could whisper some words to you that you had barely caught, "I'm not done yet."

Jake had tried to call you to let you know he was returning; he had bought the ticket for the next week. Once inside your shared apartment, he proceeded to look for you. "(___) you will not believe me!" he shouted excitedly, hoping his voice would resonate in the silence of the apartment. However, he received no response. He walked through the living room and kitchen, but he didn't find you. He heard sounds similar to your voice, which was a relief, but worry began to grow inside him, because he also heard other sounds accompanying yours.

Jake approached the door, narrowing his eyes in curiosity and some trepidation. The sounds were like knocks, followed by slimy-sounding splashes, clear enough to pique his interest. Without a second thought, he turned the knob and slowly opened the door. What he saw on the other side left him speechless, his best friend being ridden by another person he couldn't recognize.

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A/N: omg guys thank you so much for those 700 followers! I honestly didn't expect so much love from your part 🥺🫶 also, let me know if y'all want a kinktober ^^

[thelov3lybookworm]

I Didn't Ask For This (part twelve)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought.

All her dreams would be shattered.

But maybe she can salvage them?

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Tw: none that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: you did not think I would forget about my baby, did you? Yes, I am in fact, not dead. And yes, I didn't write anything for this fic for a long time because I had no idea what to do 😌

Also, thank you for all the love that you gave this one. I am soo glad I was able to write something for you to love. 🥹❣️

This is the last part in this series. But if there is something you want to see in a possible epilogue, please send in an ask or comment.

Enjoy!

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A loud knock on the door startled Y/n, who was trying not to get caught reading the very... not child friendly stuff Nesta had given her. Cauldron knew what else Nesta had in store for Y/n.

The knock was a little too loud to be Azriel, because most of the time Y/n didn't even realise someone had knocked when Azriel knocked. So it was definitely most probably Cassian, who was probably excited about something.

She got up to open the door, wondering if she should hide the book she was reading in case Cassian decided to barge in. For Cassian, it wouldn't be anything new.

She felt like it was the biggest shock in her life when she found Azriel standing outside the door, his hand poised to knock again as he grinned widely at her, panting.

Because, first of all, Azriel was a quiet person. Hell, even his wings made no sound when flying. If he knocked so loud, it was probably something huge. She didn't know if it was a good thing or not.

And second and more concerning thing was that Azriel was grinning. This was a man who would glare at people just for smiling in his direction.

Now she wondered if she really should have hidden the book.

"Azriel? Is everything alright?"

Impossibly, he somehow managed to grin wider. Once he had gained some semblance of control over his breathing, he spoke.

"Everything's fine. Perfect even."

Now Y/n was seriously concerned.

"Why are you grinning?"

"I need to show you something."

He offered her his hand, which she eyed suspiciously before taking. "What is it?"

"It wouldn't be fun if I told you about it." He pointed out, leading her to a nearby balcony.

That made sense.

He picked her up and began flying, the setting sun making the atmosphere beautiful. That was all Y/n tried to think about because if she didn't, she would continue to hound Azriel for answers, and he was too stubborn for his own good. He wouldn't tell her what it was, no matter what.

Soon, he was landing in front of a beautiful house, a beautiful lawn surrounding it. The area was quiet. There were similar looking houses nearby, a few shops. They were near the center of Velaris, but the pace was still quiet, tranquil even. Just like Azriel.

Y/n thought she knew what was going on, but still she asked. "Why are we here?"

Azriel grinned, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "I wanted to show you this place. Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful." She stretched out the word, searching his face.

"I brought that home. I thought now that we are... getting to know each other again and are comfortable, we might as well live somewhere far from Cassian and Nesta. Figured you might be just as tired of them as I am. Of course, I'm not saying you should live with me if you don't want to, but one day... maybe?" He looked at her when he finished rambling, his eyes hopeful.

She smiled. "I would love to live with you Azriel. So, when are we going to move in?"

Azriel's face lit up like a child who had recieved a gift on solstice. "As soon as possible. If you're okay with it." He paused for a moment, thinking. "Do you want to take a look inside?"

"Sure."

Azriel led her inside the mostly empty but clean house, a little jump in his steps. Y/n smiled and shook her head as he walked in front of her, opening all the doors and cupboards, a small grin on his blushing face.

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Azriel was cooking, having forced Y/n to sit and watch. Since there weren't many things in the house except for a couch, bed and a few cupboards, Azriel had flown back to the house of wind to get items for their dinner.

She had offered to cook, but he had refused. And since then, Y/n could tell he was trying really hard to impress her with his cooking skills.

They kept talking throughout, his focus equally divided.

Right now, he was seemingly about to flip the food in the pan, and he turned to her.

"Watch this." But then he realised she was already watching, and he faltered.

Unfortunately, he had already begun to move the pan. And because he wasn't paying attentiont to the pan, the food items in the pan scattered all around the kitchen, and Y/n hid her smile behind a hand.

Cauldron, Azriel was adorable.

He stared at the mess, his shoulders slumping. Y/n hopped down from the counter she was siting on and moved closer to him. "Go. Sit. I'll make us something."

Azriel shook his head. "No."

Y/n cocked her head. "Why not? I cooked all the time by myself before."

"I'll get something from a restaurant."

Her brows furrowed. "But why?"

"Because I want to treat you better than you have been treated before." He mumbled under his breath, barely audible. Maybe he was trying to not let her hear, but she did.

Her heart swelled, as if it tripped fell down the stairs and now had to rest in bed for its whole life.

"You are treating me good." She smiled at him when he looked at her with wide eyes. He blushed furiously when she placed a tender kiss on his cheek.

"What– what would you like to eat?"

Y/n sighed. "Anything. I don't really have something in mind."

Azriel nodded. "I'll be back soon."

And with that, he bounded off towards the door, leaving his shadows behind to clean up the mess he had made.

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Y/n watched as her husband moved his hand animatedly, his face filled with excitement.

The two of them sat on the couch, knees touching. Y/n wondered if in a few moments she'd be on his lap.

It had started out with her on the couch and him on the armchair near the fire, having finished their dinner sitting on the kitchen counter top because there was no table or chairs. After that, they had moved to hear the fireplace.

They had sat in silence, contemplating what to talk about when she found Azriel grinning.

When she asked him about it, he told her about how his shadows loved to be nosy and knew almost everyone's secret. How they had been telling him about the secret of the little boy passing by the house. It was that he had stolen a cookie without his mother's knowledge, and how he prayed to the cauldron that she never found out.

Since then, he had begun telling her of all the juicy secrets he gathered over the years, his shadows occasionally chiming in to add to the information. He had slowly begun shifting towards her as he spoke.

It wasn't long before he settled on the opposite end of the couch, a huge smile on his face as he told her of one of his favourite secrets that he found out, his body seemingly moving of its own accord.

Throughout the night after that, he had shifted closer anytime he got a little more excited, her scooting closer when she got more and more intrested in the story he was telling.

He finally stopped speaking, taking a deep breath, his cheeks flushed and a wide grinon his face.

Y/n sighed. "Well... that was a journey."

"I have better stories than that." He smirked smugly when her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Liar. I don't believe you. Even Nesta's books have less dramatic plot lines."

He grinned, shaking his head. "Speaking of Nesta's books... did you enjoy the book that you were you reading today?"

Y/n immediately tensed. "What do you mean?"

He gave her a sly smirk. "I'm the spymaster of the night court, Y/n, and I've been married to you for almost six months now. Do you really think I don't know what conspires between you and Nesta when me and Cassian aren't looking?"

A blush climbed up Y/n's neck. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure. Let me help you with that–" And then, as if the damn book had been next to him this whole time, he pulled it out of between his shadows and flipped open to where she had been reading when he interrupted her that morning. She knew that because she found the candy wrapper she placed in between the pages to mark the her progress.

She gasped, but he was already beginning to read. "Where were you? I think it was here? He grinned up at her from between her thighs..." He paused for a moment, reading, before he clicked his tongue. "You are really interested in this?"

He was busy reading, and so he didn't see her reaching out to snatch the book until she had a firm grasp on the book. He looked at her in surprise, but she began tugging. Of course, he didn't let her pull it too far before he himself started tugging at it.

"Let go Azriel."

He gave a harsh tug, and Y/n was no match for his strength. She lurched forward, her hand landing on his shoulder. Her face was mere inches from his and he grinned up at her.

"Really? You like this–" He shook the book near her face. "–this thing so much? Honestly, you could choose better."

Her whole face flushed as she tried to keep herself from glancing at his lips. "Don't be mean. It's rude to judge people."

"Hard not to when you read childish things like these." She scowled at him, and he leaned closer to her as he whispered, "Honestly, I could show you better things. The male here is like a newborn child compared to me."

Y/n blinked in shock, his closeness doing nothing to help her slow brain. He huffed a laugh at her reaction, and the air on her face finally pulled her from her daze. She began to pull back, trying to retreat back into her original position, but he caught hold of the hand on his shoulder, his expression serious.

Azriel's eyes trailed down to her mouth, and his tongue flicked out to lick his lips. He glanced up at her eyes, his eyes swimming with question.

Y/n knew it would be pointless and stupid to pretend she didn't want what he was offering. She could not keep lying to herself when this was all she wanted since the two of them began spending more time together.

So she simply leaned back in, her eyes fluttering shut when his breath caressed her features again.

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Azriel didn't need anymore confirmation.

He was tired of waiting, and now that she was so close, it was too hard not to sink his teeth into her. Into those beautiful lips, that beautiful body.

So he surged up, and caught his lips with hers.

In that moment, it felt like he had found peace. Something he had been searching his whole life for. Like he had found the home he never had.

Not the house he was currently in, but home in her.

And when she gasped, he realised there were multiple reasons responsible for that feeling.

First obviously being that he loved her.

Second, she loved him.

And how did he know?

He felt it coming at him in waves.

Through the newly found golden string connecting their souls.

I love you. The emotions he felt from her seemed to tell him.

I love you more. The emotions he sent back to her.

And there, on that couch in their new house, tangled in each other's arms...

Azriel and Y/n were finally home.

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[impuls1veworm]

LATE NIGHTS.

Mikey X Reader

Draken X Reader

A/N: I'm getting too old to be on this app. You'd think after using it for 10 years, I'd know how to work it. Nope. I literally just figured out ten seconds ago how to make the text small.

— Mikey x Reader

“Do you think we’d still be a couple in another life?” Mikey asked. He had a race tomorrow, so it was supposed to be an early night, but he didn’t seem to be the slightest bit tired. He was always like this the night before a race; the anticipation causing his brain to be firing on all cylinders. When you didn’t respond, Mikey gave your back two quick pokes to get your attention. “Go to bed,” you grumbled. Your husband may not have been tired, but you were. It was a long day of press conferences and preparations for tomorrow, and all you wanted to do was rest.

Mikey wasn’t phased by your response or attitude, instead choosing to further agitate you, “what if we already got married and had five kids?”. The question may have been said to tease you, but Mikey couldn’t help but fantasize about that universe. He could see it so clearly. Visions of him standing in a tux, watching as you walk down the aisle in a beautiful silk wedding gown. The ‘I do’ and gentle kiss the both of you shared as you finish tying the knot. The two of you stare in disbelief at the positive pregnancy test 2 years later. Arguing over nurse colors and baby names.

“Go to bed,” you stressed, trying to get him to get some rest finally. With a fond smile still on his face, he relented. Turning off his back and into his side, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you close.

If only the two of you knew this was the best timeline. The other timeline leaves Mikey an empty shell of a man who leads a life of murder and fraud. No one by his side, but a loyal dog. And you, a corpse, dead by the hands of your first (and last) love.

—Draken x Reader

You had been tossing and turning for what felt like hours. It was now three in the morning, and you felt completely awake. Lying there staring at your phone, you racked your brain to who could possibly still be up at this time. No one came to mind— well, scratch that, actually, one person did. But, it was someone you had no plans to see again; your ex-boyfriend, Draken, who had dumped you a month prior. You were about to set your phone down, roll over, and force yourself to go to bed when a message appeared on your screen.

From: Kenny

‘I can’t sleep.’

Logically, you should erase the message and forget you ever received it. Go on with your life and leave Draken as a fond memory, but your mind raced with ‘what if’s’. What if this was him extending an olive branch. What if he wanted to get back together? What if the two of you did get back together? Would it last this time, or would you be left heartbroken again? You had to know. You knew you’d be filled with regret for the rest of your life if you didn’t see what this would lead to.

To Kenny:

‘Me either…’

And that’s how you ended up in your current predicament. Sitting on your couch with junk food lined in front of the two of you and some corny new horror movie you’d been wanting to see playing on the TV. Draken sat in the middle of the couch, legs spread and his left arm draped over the back, and you with your back against the arm rest and your legs laid across his lap as his right hand's thumb rubbed small circles on your ankle. It was silent, save for the movie playing, but you had no plans to break the silence. You were content and didn’t want to potentially ruin the peaceful atmosphere. Thankfully, you didn’t have to be the one to speak up.

“Sitting here with you like this is nice,” Draken admits. You agreed, wanting to keep your answer short. You didn’t want to open the flood gates and admit that you haven't been happy since he left. How everyday it takes everything in you not to call him and tell him about your day. How when you went to the convenience store, you had to refrain from buying him something as he wouldn’t be waiting for you when you got home.

“I’ve missed,” draken said, running his hand further up your leg, “everything about you.” He stopped at the edge of your night shorts. His fingertips slowly work their way up underneath them before stopping completely just before touching your panties. Pulling Drakens' hands out of your shorts, you intertwined your fingers and gently pulled him towards you. The tips of your nose brushes together, your lips ghosting over his as you said, “am I reading this wrong? If I am…push me away.”

You were almost expecting him to pull away when instead he pulled you closer, claiming your lips. As he pulled you into his lap, refusing to break the kiss, you hoped this time it would last.

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Astronomy – Conan Gray

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

As much as it seems like you own my heart It's astronomy, we're two worlds apart

When Charles woke up in the morning, Lyanna was not there. He was looking forward for the morning, slowly waking up with her frame next to him or better curled up against his body. He would have taken his time to wake her up, slowly leaving a tray of featherlight kisses starting from her forehead and then her neckline and her shoulder blades. She would have been grumpy at first but then she would have giggled. They would have had a lazy morning before Charles had to go back to Maranello. But instead, he found the other side of the bed completely empty.

Worried he called out her name and started to inspect all the surfaces of the room. Maybe she had left something indicating him where she went to. But nothing. He checked his phone and nothing as well. Now he was panicking. She could not have left? Not after what they said to each other, not after she promised him that she was in for the long run?

He was about to leave the room to ask the reception if they had seen her, when the door opened on a bare faced Lyanna wearing one of his sweatpants and jumpers. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail and she still looked half asleep. She was holding two coffees and a few pastries. She was surprised to see Charles already up and a frantic look on his face.

“Good morning. Is everything okay?” she asked, worried.

“I… I thought you left.” Answered Charles abruptly.

The surprise in Lyanna's eyes was clear. She shook her head as she placed what she had in her hands on the coffee table in the bedroom and sat down on the bed.

“Charles… Tell me what I have to do to make you trust me when I say that I’m not going to leave you?”

“I trust you Lya.” He defended himself.

“Clearly not. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast this morning. I really thought you were going to still be asleep when I was coming back. I didn’t bother to warn you. That’s it. I never thought that you were going to expect the worse…”

“Yeah, and I expecting you to be next to me this morning. I was looking forward to it actually. Our first night together and I wake up alone with no idea where you were.”

“Do you think this low of me?”

“That’s not the point. But admit that you have the tendency to run away when something scares you and recently it involved me a lot.”

His words hurt Lyanna.  

“You’re not being fair, Charles. How are you expecting us to work out if you always expect the worse from me. I came here for you, I overcame my fear of media for you, I got my shit together for you. Okay it took me some time but I did it. Because I know what I want and what I want is us to have a chance. But it’s going to be exhausting if I have to constantly prove myself to you. So again, tell me what I should do.”

Charles ran his hands over his face before massaging his forehead, clearly annoyed.

“Forget it, Lya. I don’t want to argue. That’s the last ting I want actually. I’m going to take a shower.”

“Who is running away, now?”

Lyanna was now standing with both hands on her hips and a stern look on her face. Charles, who had turned away from her to head for the bathroom, stopped dead in his tracks.

“I told you that I didn’t want to argue. So I’m walking away before saying something that I will regret. I’m trying to be mature.”

“Are you saying that I'm immature? Personally, I think we should fight. At least everything will be cleared up. It's healthy for couples to fight, Charles! What's not healthy, on the other hand, is to repress your feelings.”

“You sure know what you're talking about” He replied, a sarcastic smile on his face.

“And you think you are funny?”

“Listen Lyanna. I woke up stressed out this morning, I’m still tired from yesterday. It’s really not the right time to argue today. So I’m going to take my fucking shower and I’ll be in a better mood after. We will enjoy breakfast and we will forget about all of that.”

Just as he was about to open the door, he felt Lyanna's hand grab his wrist and pull him towards her.

“You will take your shower after talking to me.”

Charles met Lyanna's fiery gaze and that's all it took to make him switch. He turned to face her before pinning her against the wall. He rested his elbows on either side of her head and leaned towards her, his lips brushing hers. He could hear the actress gasp at his sudden change of behavior.

“You want to talk, baby. Then let’s talk. Yeah, I’m scared that at some point you are going to run away. All the important people in my life left me so I’m preparing myself to the idea that you will to. And I know that when it will happen, it’s going to absolutely crush me because I already feel so much for you. Too much. It scares the shit out of me. So I want to enjoy all the time we have together so I can cherish it when you’re not here.”

“Charles…” she whispered.

“And I don’t know how I’m going to handle being away from you. Because I’m not going o ask you to come wit me for the next races. You have your own life and projects; you made it clear in Monaco. And I don’t want you to drop everything to be with me. I would love to but I can’t ask you that. It would be selfish. And with the distance, I’m scared that you will be too much in your own head and realize that you don’t want to be with me. That you don’t want this life. Because no matter what you think, you don’t know wat you are getting yourself into. The media, the pressure, the distance. It’s a lot.”

“I’m used to them Charles.”

“It will be different Lyanna. It’s not the same type of media than those you are used to. And finally, I’m scared that you decide you want to have nothing to do with me when you will see me coming home after bad weekends. It’s more frequent than good ones. I’m not a nice person to be around during those times, Lyanna. And I don’t want to take out my anger and frustration on you. You don’t deserve that.”

Lyanna put both her arms around the pilot's neck and pressed her forehead against his. She could feel Charles's sharp breath melt into hers. His eyes were glued to the ground, avoiding her gaze. Lyanna moved one of her hands to rest against his cheek and force him to look at her.

“Thank you for sharing all your fears with me. But I mean it Charles, I’m here to stay. During good times and hard ones. I’ll be there to cheer for you and to kiss away your tears. If you let me. And if you want me to do that, you will have to allow yourself to trust me. Copy?”

This drew a slight smile from Charles.

“Copy.”

Lyanna placed a light kiss on Charles's cheek before capturing his lips. Charles's hand found her hip before pushing her a little harder against the wall and pressing his body against hers eliciting a moan from the young woman. This encouraged Charles to deepen the kiss. forcing Lyanna to spread her legs slightly so that he could squeeze between them. As Charles ran his hands beneath the actress's shirt, she broke off the kiss suddenly.

“Charles…wait.” She stopped him, out of breath.

She put both hands on his chest to push him away from her to give her some space and distance between them.

“Sorry. I got carried away.” He excused himself.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry.”

Charles cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair.

“I’m gonna take a shower. A cold one. I need it. I’ll be back fast.”

She nodded before opening the window and breathing in the fresh air. When Charles came back, with damp hair but a clear mind, she was still at the window.

“Are you still hungry? The coffee might be cold but we can still eat.”

She looked at him, smiling shyly. She didn’t expect things to be this weird between them. Not as she thought that it would be all rainbows and sunshine but she felt like they were not on the same wave lengths, something she did not feel when they were back in Monaco. And that was bothering her. They ate without a word, both deep in their thoughts. Finally it was Charles who broke the heavy silence.

“I’m going to address the elephant in the room right now, but when are we going to see each other next? I suppose you will go back to London now and I’m going to Maranello tomorrow to go to some meetings and work on the sim before heading to Singapore.”

She gulped. That was one of the questions she feared the most to answer.

“I.. I don’t know. When is the next race in Europe?”

“We don’t have any left, here. Monza was the last of the season. Do you think you could be able to make it for Austin? In a month and a half?”

“Maybe… I can always come up with an excuse to go to the States and make a quick side trip to Austin. I know that I have some people to meet in New York but no dates are planned yet. I can try to arrange them and fit Austin in my schedule. Could you, maybe, find time in yours to make it to London between to races and other appearances? Even if it’s for two days?”

“I don’t know. It’s going to be tough.”

Lyanna was annoyed.

“I can’t be the only one to do all the work to make us work Charles. You have to do some effort.”

“It’s easier for you. You can adapt your schedule more easily than me.”

“Well, not really. I have commitments that have been blocked for several months and I can't change them.”

“And I have a race calendar that is also very complicated to handle. I barely have time for my family.”

“You and me both. But you can’t ask me to be the only one making all the compromises and sacrifices.”

“I’m not asking you to. I’m just saying that we are in the early stage of our relationship and that I don’t want to spend it completely away from you. I want to be able to see you as much as possible but my hands are tied. I can’t do what I want and I’m just saying that it would be easier for you to follow me.”

“And I understand your point, but try to understand mine.” She replied trying to keep her calm.

Charles settled more comfortably in his armchair and stared pensively at a spot in front of him.

“Maybe I can try to clear a few days before going to Austin so it can be just us. Austin comes the week of my birthday and I know that my friends and family already planned something for me. I would like it if you could be there too. I could introduce you to everyone. Officially. What do you think?”

“Meeting you family? Already? That’s not what I was expecting when I said we would take tings slow…”

“If it’s too much, it’s fine, but it would mean a lot for me if you could make it.”

“I can’t see myself missing your birthday, so I guess you can count on me.” She finally agreed.

Charles nodded. And Lyanna could not help but think that their discussion looked more like a business transaction that a couple taking decisions together…

And then it was time for them to say goodbye to each other.  Even if the weekend had turned out to be a mixed success for Lyanna, leaving Charles behind was painful for her. It was difficult for Charles too. He had had the impression of being on top of the world for a moment and of having had everything he wanted most in the world, only to be quickly disillusioned. He knew he was partly to blame for ruining the incredible day he could have spent with Lyanna. There were so many things left unsaid between them that he didn't know where to start addressing them. And Lyanna's unpredictability wasn't helping either. But he knew he had to give it time. He didn't doubt Lyanna's sincerity when she said she would stand by him no matter what. He had confidence in her, contrary to what she might believe. But he didn't trust the environment around him.

Lyanna had ordered a taxi, rather than let Charles take her to the station where she would catch a train to Milan before heading to the airport to catch a late evening flight to London.

“I don’t want to cry and to face saying goodbye to you. If you were coming with me, it would feel too real and I would rather keep only the good memories from this trip.” She explained to him when he asked her why she did not want him to drive her to the train station.

“Promise we will call and text and Facetime whenever possible?” he asked her.

“Promise. And I will send you stupid memes I find on social media.”

“And as for me, I’ll send you songs that reminds me of you, of us.”

“Every day?”

“Every single day. Call me when you land. And have a safe flight.”

Before letting her go, he took her in is arms to give her a long hug. A quick kiss was the last thing she gave him before hopping in the taxi and leaving Charles thinking that it was going to be the longest month and half of his life.

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author's note: I hate Charles behaviour in this chapter. But for once it is him who acts stupid and not Lyanna. Let me know what your thoughts are about it and about about the chapter in general. As usual it is always a pleasure to read your comments. You can as well use the ask box, if there is someting specific you want to say about Cruel Summer or if you would like to read specific things in it. I could always try to fit them at some point in the fic because it is as much your story than it is mine.

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Deadly Haven (part 4)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

An injured, hunted hero hides in his former lover's safehouse to catch a breath. Unfortunately, his presence is soon noticed by said ex-lover.

"What are you doing?" A quiet question, helpless.

Hero shouldn't show vulnerability, he knows. But he needs Villain to get to the torture. He can't take much more of this.

Instead, Villain just keeps caressing him. "Give it a few days, and the world will stop looking for you," they say instead of answering properly. "I'll make sure they'll think you dead."

"But I won't be." A tense statement. Not a question. A few days is nothing. He's seen Villain torture people for months.

No longer than that. They always break.

Another gentle caress. "Of course not."

"Of course not." Hero echoes them, voice almost empty of feeling. The gentle caresses make everything taste bitter, hit harder. Now he understands. Villain truly is an artist.

Villain smiles, satisfied. "You've run away from me for long enough. You were good, I couldn't find you anywhere no matter how hard I looked."

Hero smiles, a faint little thing. Just the shadow of the smiles Villain must remember. "It's not the first time I've done something like this." Been a spy. Betrayed people. Had to run.

"You managed to escape me." Villain sounds... almost proud. "That's a first." They have always loved a good hunt, after all. "But eventually, you came to me." A smile. Hero has missed that smile so much.

He sighs, bone-tired. "I had nowhere else to go." Echoing words he's said to them before.

And we've come full circle. Bitterly amused.

Villain seems to echo his thoughts. "You've come to me once before." He cups Hero's cheek. "Said those exact words."

"The situation was different." Hero's jaw clenches. He's not going to lean into the touch. He is not.

"Do you even remember it? You were almost delirious when I found you."

"I remember enough." The touch, he remembers that. He won't ever forget it.

"Good. Then you know." Their thumb moves across Hero's cheekbone, just below his eye. It doesn't press down, doesn't try to scratch. For now, Villain seems satisfied with the caresses.

Hero's face softens slightly for a moment before going back to neutrality. Gentle touches are hard to resist. He hasn't felt them in so long. Was always awed that Villain of all people would gift them to him.

"Know what?" Careful, cautious.

"That you're mine."

"I wanted to live. Both times." Hero's lips twist. "My mistake." He should have read the situation better. Shouldn't have tried to convince himself of something that wasn't real.

And now he gets to live, alright.

Villain frowns at him. "I'm not going to kill you, Hero."

"I know." By now Hero's teeth almost bared in frustration, but there's nothing he can do. He's restrained, and still on Villain's lap.

And now there's a hint of frustration in Villain's eyes, too. "Why do you keep running?" they ask, a cold bite around the words. "Isn't it enough? Years. Aren't you tired of running from me?"

"Of course I am!" Hero clenches his teeth. "But I won't let you keep me. I refuse." Seething. Final.

Villain keeps talking like being tortured by him will bring him some great relief. Have they gone insane? Do they think love has made Hero insane?

"You refuse?"

Hero tenses slightly at the anger in their voice.

"You refuse, Hero?" Villain asks again, as if they cannot wrap their head around that. "You are mine."

He narrows his eyes at them. "You can't expect me to be happy about this." His voice is tight with anger and pain, but he cannot look away from their eyes. "Just accept what's to come."

Villain's beloved eyes narrow. "If you could, you would run again. No hesitation." It's not a question.

"I don't understand what you want from me!" The frustration finally explodes in Hero's voice, even as his eyes remain almost pleading. "Why are you angry of all things? What, am I not reacting the way you thought I would?" He shakes his head, forceful. "I gave you something that was not mine to give." A flicker of regret taints his words. "I was loyal to someone else. And so I had to betray you, in the end. I brought this on myself, I know."

By the end of it, he feels an eerie calm descend on his mind. "You have every right to seek your revenge," he murmurs, knowing he deserves it. That has never stopped him from running away from it. "But you can't expect me to just face it head-on."

He hesitates, biting his lip.

"I did love you." Soft. Pained. "I'm sorry I deceived you."

Epilogue

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 65- Karma

Chapter Summary:  Tensions heighten when Jen decides enough is enough and creates a plan to take down Amity and Songstress once and for all. Jennie meets Jungkook's parents

Words: 8,000+

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Once the two friends made it to the fifth floor, they walked down the hallway.

"What room is she, again?" Jennie asked.

"Riiight here." they stopped in front of the door.

"Do me a favor and record everything. Live stream it and then end it when you think it's a good time. I'm gonna let this bitch run her mouth a little bit and dig her own grave while you record. It's better for people to truly see who she is in real time before I beat her ass. I'm tired of being nice. I gave her one too many chances. I'm done,"

Angelina prepared her phone and chuckled, "You don't have to tell me twice. I'm proud of you. I know you'll handle business,"

Jennie knocked on the door hard and before she knew it, Trinity opened it up, rolling her eyes. 

"Oh, it's the quitter and the dead weight. What do you want?" she grumbled.

"Where is she?" Jennie demanded.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Trinity, I am not in the mood for games. Open the damn door. Right now." she responded in a hard tone.

A little surprised at how her voice went down an octave, Trinity took a step back and let her in as they saw Hailey looking up from her phone, on the couch.

"Ah, it's the quitter! And the thing." Hailey glanced at Angelina with disgust.

"I'm going to let that comment slide," Angelina replied as she secretly live streamed on social media with thousands of viewers popping in.

"So, what can I do for you, quitter? Why are you here?"

The tension was thick in the room as Jennie glanced around, clearing her throat. 

Gesturing to her, Jen asked, "So, what's up?"

"Nothing is up," Hailey answered, amused.

"Really? Because I could have sworn that I told you to stay away from my boys. Boys. Plural. That includes Jungkook. That includes Jimin. That includes Jin and that includes Taehyung. Did you forget?"

"I know."

"So, why are you around them when I specifically told you to stay away? They are all extremely precious to me. I don't need this type of bad energy around them. I don't want any of them to deal with you. You are not gonna try to mess with their minds or whatever the hell you talked to them about. And you making Jimin insecure about his weight and making him cry? Real low."

"He cried? Oh my God, what a friggin crybaby! I just said what was true. I guess he can't handle the truth then if he wants to whine after I talked about him going on a diet."

"He doesn't need a diet, he's healthy."

"To you, not to me."

"And making the rest uncomfortable? Especially Jungkook?"

"Here we go...I didn't do anything wrong. Look, Jungkook isn't a baby. I think that people should stop babying him and stop thinking that he doesn't know what he's doing when he's around girls. Like me. And no, I'm not interested in the guy. He's very cute, I'll admit but he's not my type. But after finding out what his type is..." she looked at Jennie up and down. "He certainly has low standards...I just told him some advice, that's all. He can't handle the truth,"

"Why can't you just leave me and the members alone? Why do you have to keep doing this to get under my skin? You already have done enough. First me, then Ang, and now Layla? Come on. Are you really that bored and have no life that you just want to bring everyone down for your own gain? It's getting tiring and it's sad. Grow up. When I left I thought I would leave this mess behind me, but you keep coming back and trying me. I am not the one, Hailey,"

She laughed and stood up from the couch, "And what are you going to do about it? Hit me? We all know you're not going to do that. So, I highly suggest you leave this room before I do something I won't regret." 

"Hailey, you know damn well your bum ass can't fight," Angelina called out, causing her to glare at her.

Ignoring Angelina, Hailey turned back to Jennie, "You're weak, quitter. And you're pathetic. You always have been and always will be. If you even think that you'll be able to put your hands on me then you are sadly mistaken. And I want you to ask yourself is your face worth the bruises I'll give you if you want to go that route? When are you going to get it through your thick skull that your stupid group is going nowhere and you left all that success back in America? I mean honestly, I am a way better leader than Rap Monster. He could never touch me. His failed solo attempts prove it. He is nowhere near my level of solos and even Amity's movie songs combined are better than that Fantastic Four song he did."

"Oof...you have done it now..." Angelina murmured, glancing at Jennie who looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep her composure.

She could see that Jen was about to be at her breaking point and was hanging on loose threads to not lash out. Angelina even saw angry comments in the live stream from BTS fans when they heard Hailey speak badly about Namjoon.

"And J-Hope? He is so damn ugly and annoying with his loud ass sound effects. He tries too hard while he dances. Everyone overhypes this guy." Hailey ranted furiously. "It's pathetic and it's nothing special. My girl Trinity dances way better than him and everyone knows it. She can outdo him in any dance battle. Who's next? Jimin, right? I bet he's only there for his abs. Come on, how else is he a member of BTS? He's an insecure, waste of space with low self-esteem and no confidence. With Jin, he's a waste of space too and so irrelevant! He can't sing! He can't dance! He's just there for his good looks. He probably got plastic surgery anyway, why else is he there? To look cute and that's it."

"Oh, and the little weirdo V." she went on angrily. "You see there is something mentally wrong with that alien and he needs to get checked out. I don't understand how anyone thinks his singing is good. It's overhyped and bland. Oh, and Suga...mister Suga. He's a wannabe rapper. His rapping is overrated and I cringe when I hear him rap. I hate every single one of those guys, they are so damn annoying! And then there's you!"

"You're digging your grave pretty deep, Hailey~," Angelina warned, enjoying the frequent comments that were coming in on the livestream. 

She noticed that Hailey's phone kept getting a bunch of missed calls since her phone was on silent. It looked like the YouTube video and this live stream was going viral.

"I don't get how anyone can tolerate you! You can't sing, you can't dance, you can't rap, why are you still doing what you're doing?!" Hailey retorted. "Don't you regret the mistake you made? When you left you see just how better and more successful everyone in this room is except for you?"

"Let's not do this, ladies." Layla tried to get in between them, feeling anxious.

"Shut up, Layla!" Trinity snapped.

"Don't tell her to shut up!" Jennie defended her, glaring at Trinity.

"Or what?"

"Trin, don't jump in this unless you want me to do you like I did Hailey in the studio. Don't try it. Sit down and shut your minion ass up!" Angelina called out. "Y'all we are one dysfunctional girl group, huh?" she said to the live stream while Hailey continued to have her attention on Jennie.

"Exactly what big awards has BTS won? None." Hailey confirmed. "What awards has Amity won? I lost count after 20. You're just...there with nothing but in a group with seven annoying guys."

"Ha! Our leader, Hailey, guys. This is what we went through and more." Angelina called out. 

"Shut up, Angelina!" Hailey snapped, while she ignored her. 

"See what I mean? But none of you wanted to believe me or Jennie or anyone else because you think she is some sort of saint. Oh, and didn't you steal Jennie's songs in her notebook years ago? The songs she worked hard on for weeks alone? Putting them on Amity's new album?"

"Like I said, we made the songs better." she shrugged.

"Wow! Did you hear that? Do you see who this broad really is, guys?" Angelina asked, turning the selfie camera to her before turning it back to Hailey. "Our leader, Hailey, everyone! How y'all doin'?"

Hailey's face turned into fear when she noticed Angelina had been filming the entire time. "W-wait, what is that?! Were you filming!?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is our whack ass leader that tormented us for years and isn't who she really is. For all of you giving me and my girl Jennie crap because we left, this was one of many reasons why. And we are fairly doing great without the group. It isn't even a group, anymore. It's Hailey and the backups. And it shouldn't even be like that. A group should be a family and filled with loyalty. Not wanting to outshine everyone. That is not a team. And now you see for yourself. Check out my YouTube video for more tea. Hashtag, Hailey is canceled."

"Wh-what? No, I was just joking! Co-me on, we were all just playing around!" Hailey stuttered and began freaking out, feeling her body flush with embarrassment. "I-I was joking! Right Trin?"

"Yeah, you were joking!" Trinity agreed, nodding frequently.

"Right, Layla? Lay?" Hailey turned to her. "Lay!?"

Layla hesitated. Glancing at Jennie and Angelina for a moment, she turned back to Hailey. After all the crap Hailey had given her, she decided to speak her truth. 

"No...you weren't," she answered in a calm tone.

"What?!" Hailey sputtered.

"Really, Layla?" Trinity glared at her.

"Everything Angelina said is true. I've been going through the same mess they had after they left. I spoke about it in the YouTube video," Layla revealed as Hailey dropped her jaw. "How could you take her songs like that?"

"I-I didn't take anything!" Hailey shouted

"You just said we made the songs better and when we finished recording the songs, you said it yourself that you stole her notebook before she left after you kept asking her to use them. But Jennie didn't want you to use them, but you kept pushing her. And you didn't take no for an answer and you just stole it and she couldn't find it when she was about to leave. Those songs meant something to her. And you just took it for a paycheck for our new album. That's foul."

"She's lying! She didn't take anything!" Trinity exclaimed. "Stop trying to play the victim-"

"Why are you lying for Hailey?" Layla called out. "This is disgusting, why are we doing this? We have done enough damage, this isn't even a group, anymore. Paying all these top singers and rappers for collaborations to get more exposure. Paying people more to take collabs away like you did with Angelina and The Weeknd. Like no, I can't do this, anymore. This isn't right."

Hailey scoffed and shook her head. "And I thought you had my back..."

"And I thought you were our friend. Friends don't treat each other like this. Friends don't stoop this low. Friends don't steal things. Friends don't bully each other." Layla turned to Jennie. "Like I told Rap Monster, I even found your notebook."

"There is no notebook!" Trinity exclaimed as she watched Layla go through her bag.

Soon enough, Jennie saw that slightly torn green college-ruled notebook with some doodles on the front, confirming it.

"I found it in Hailey's studio. I swear to you, I had no idea that these were yours until after we recorded the songs." Layla looked at her earnestly and handed her the book. "As soon as I found out, I didn't think it was fair to you and that's when things started changing with me, Trinity, and Hailey. I began to be the odd one out since you two left."

"Worldstar!" Angelina chimed in, with the camera facing her including the girls in the background. "I'm sorry, I just had to say that just once! Again, how y'all doin' today?"

Jen quickly skimmed past blank pages until she found the one song she was grateful that they didn't find. It was near the end of the notebook and somehow Hailey didn't skim through the entire book. Jennie had randomly named the song Thrive and she wanted to make it into a rock song one day and perform the song with her guitar. Maybe now she has the chance to do so if Bangtan has solo songs like Jungkook wished for during one of the BTS Festas.

She began to tear up as she read one line, feeling the memories come back.

Don't ever ever ever take me for granted...

She wrote it a few weeks before she left. The lyrics weren't songwriter status but the words were meaningful to her and that was all that mattered.

Looking up, Jennie murmured, "Thank you."

"I'll take that to show everyone how similar some of the wording is and do you see Jen's handwriting and her initials?" Angelina took the notebook and scrolled her phone through some of the front pages.

ARMY especially was showing no mercy on social media:

'HAILEY IS CANCELED! HOW DARE YOU MAKE JIMIN CRY AND MAKE THE MEMBERS UNCOMFORTABLE!? I WANNA FIGHT!'

'CHOKE'

'So problematic!'

'OH HELL NO! You made Jimin cry!? This bitch is canceled! I hate her!'

'Congratulations, you played yourself. #HaileyIsCanceled'

'Hailey better have tight security when she arrives back to the USA.'

'A whole mess! GIRL BYE!'

'I knew that piece of trash was problematic.'

'It's what she deserves!'

'I am living for this! Wow! I love this song! Finally getting exposed'

'Hailey who???'

'Hailey, sweetie, you don't want this. Should've chosen your battles wisely'

'She is sooooo annoying and now she finally got shut up'

'I am TIRED! Like I am literally shaking like OMFG!'

'You messed with our Queen and Kings!? Issa problem now! Watch your back when you come back to America!'

'Stealing Angelina's collab with The Weeknd!? Nah, nah, I wanna have a talk with you!'

'Hailey, Hailey, Hailey, you dun lost your muthafriggin mind, hoe!'

'This tea tastes so good today.'

'Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hey, hey, hey! Goodbye! #HaileyIsCanceled'

'SALTY and jealous. I knew there was something shady about her.'

'I called it! I knew she was completely obsessed with Jen and Ang.'

'Good she got exposed! Ain't no way they were going to kiss her ass. She really thinks that she MADE them? Hailey, sweetie, it's not all about you. You can't even sing well! Get vocal lessons and then come talk to my girl Jennie'

'It was at this moment Hailey knew...she fucked up. #HaileyIsCanceled'

'With her autotuned ass, she had the nerve to say that she's better than them? Girl bye!'

'Every time I hear her speak, I just hear bullshit. EXPOSED!'

'Hailey, what's good?'

Hailey clenched her jaw and grabbed her phone, noticing the caller ID.

Daddy <3 is calling... 

"Shit..." she nervously murmured. She hesitated before answering, "D-dad-look-I-I didn't know she was filming!" she rambled on, starting to cry as everyone heard loud yelling from her phone. "I'm sorry! I didn't know, okay? I know this looks bad but-pl-okay-dad!"

Ending the live stream, Angelina began cackling at the fear on her face. "Her face is priceless~!"

Meanwhile, Jennie had been listening to Layla's constant genuine apologies for everything that had happened over the years.

"I am so sorry." Layla frowned.

Angelina got on the camera app and started to record a video since she was waiting for Jennie to fight. She had to get it on film. There was no way she was going to miss the opportunity to see Hailey get exactly what she deserved. 

"UGH!" Hailey turned back to Jennie, angrily. "You bitches ruin everything!" she turned to Layla, "Do you realize what you have done to us?"

"YOU. Done to YOU and Songstress. It was the right thing to do!" Layla fired back.

"You fucking bitches are the worst!" She threw her phone directly at Jennie, who used her reflexes to catch it and toss it to the side.

Attempting to blindside her, Hailey decided to run up immediately to go for a strike or at least to pull her hair but Jennie evaded her attack and roughly shoved her back. 

Taking a step forward, she threw an abrupt right hook and it slammed into Hailey's jaw. The Amity leader let out a yelp. The punch affected her quickly as she began to lose her balance, wincing in pain from the unexpected strike. Jen handed a left hook on the face and then another right against her nose, causing her to cry out in pain and crumble to the floor.

Not done, Jennie ended up on top of her, repeatedly striking her face as she couldn't get a hit in, yelling at her to get off. The sudden altercation surprised everyone in the room before Angelina started laughing loudly. Layla, looked satisfied because that shut her up and Trinity looked alarmed and was trying to figure out how to help her friend.

"Talked all that shit and she can't even fight. All she does is sneak or pull hair. I love it!" Angelina laughed as she watched Jennie beat her up. When she noticed Trinity about to get involved, she shouted, "If you jump in I'm beating your ass! Stand back!"

With her hands throbbing, Jennie got off of her and rubbed them. Seeing the damage she had done, Trinity widened her eyes and quickly went to help Hailey, who had held her bleeding nose with tears in her eyes, stunned at what had just happened.

She wasn't expecting Jen to actually hit her or even do anything at all.

"She's bleeding!? Christmas came early tonight! Wow! Her face is swollen, too. Damn. And you still look pretty," Angelina praised as Jennie looked unfazed with her hair and makeup still intact. 

"My nose!" Hailey wailed.

Turning her attention to the beaten up girl, Jennie narrowed her eyes and started speaking to her, "Let me tell you something...Those hits were for the members. Don't you ever disrespect Bangtan, again. J-Hope is handsome and brightens everyone's day with his sound effects. He does try hard because he puts so much effort into his dancing. It's his life and we see that day in and day out when we perform. He is not overhyped. He deserves all the hype he gets for his talent. Trinity is great at dancing, but J-Hope has that unique passion that she does not and I can guarantee that you'll see that in a dance battle between them. Bangtan wouldn't be the same without Hobi. With Jimin, abs or not, he is there for Bangtan for his talents. Not for how he looks. I try my best to boost his confidence whenever he feels overwhelmed or unsure of himself but I know that whatever he does, he does it wonderfully and he improves every day. I always tell him how proud I am of him. So don't you come and say to me that he's a waste of space or that he needs to lose weight. He is fine the way he is. Bangtan would not be the same without Jimin."

"Jin's beauty is God given. Surgery cannot make someone as handsome as him," she praised. "He can dance his ass off. He improves with his dancing with every comeback. He tries his best, and Hobi helps him. His dad jokes are the best no matter how cheesy they may be. His cooking is the best and even reminds me of home despite being far away from my family. Bangtan would not be the same without Jin. Rap Monster's solo attempts were not a failure. He is more of a leader than you, that's for sure. He looks out for us and takes care of us which you have never done. His lyrics are meaningful and he has never tried to take the spotlight from the members like you have done. Bangtan wouldn't be the same without Namjoon."

"There is nothing  wrong with Taehyung. That guy was the first person I met when I came here. Broken English and still welcomed me with open arms. His singing is great. With that deep voice, his vocals are A-1. He is such a sweetheart and cares deeply for Bangtan. And his silly and loving personality is the greatest. Bangtan wouldn't be the same without Tae. You have a lot of nerve to call Yoongi a wannabe rapper. Can you rap like him? Can you rap as fast as him? Do your lyrics have meaning like his? Like he said, you're pretty lucky that you didn't bump into him today. He contributes so much to Bangtan. It wouldn't be the same without him. How can you hate them if you don't even know them? You just want to see everyone fail so you can be the only successful one. And it shouldn't be like that. Fame is getting into your head. You are not the girl I used to know when we all met each other. As you can see and feel, you just got a well deserved ass whooping. So I'm going to ask you some questions to make sure you got my point across. So, are you going to leave everyone from Big Hit alone?"

Hailey glanced at her as she continued to feel pain all over her face. "...Yeah..." she muttered.

"Are you going to leave Layla alone?" Jen asked.

"...Yeah..."

"Are you going to leave Angelina alone and stay out of her success?"

"...Yeah..."

"Are you going to leave me alone?"

"...I'll leave you alone..."

"Good. I hope after this you can renovate your life and go back to your old self when we first became Amity. Not this jealous girl who will dismiss those who helped her be where she is today. You can't just shut everyone out and kick everyone to the curb while you rise to the top. And this is exactly why this group fell apart. We should've been a team. Worked as a team. This isn't a solo. This is a group. Groups work together. Fail together, succeed together. You didn't get this far by yourself. We all contributed something to make the group great. It's not all about you. In the meantime, good luck getting yourself out of this shit storm that has been bestowed upon you. Good night, ladies."

After exiting the room with Angelina and walking down the hallway, Jennie felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.

Angelina held onto her excitedly. "That was priceless! You punched the shit outta her! I caught it on video, Suga will be so proud, to see this! No more bullcrap! We're free from this drama!" she checked Twitter. "Yo...BTS fans are showing no mercy on Hailey's social media. She had to put her account on private, it's that bad. Shit...no Crisis PR Manager is going to be able to save her."

"After what she did to the boys, she had it coming," Jen replied.

"For real! I don't think her career will bounce back after this. It's getting worse. It's the number one trend on Twitter as we speak. Even TheShadeRoom is getting into the tea. Hold on, I gotta rewatch this video of you beating her ass."

Deciding to head to her hotel room first to shower before meeting with the members and Angelina, Jen changed into a hoodie and sweatpants.

Hearing a knock on the door, Jen opened it to reveal Layla.

Layla hesitated. "Uh, hi."

"Hey."

"Sorry, I came here out of the blue, um...could I talk to you for a moment? Please?"

"Yeah. Come in."

She walked in and exhaled softly. "I won't keep you long. I'm uh, actually surprised you want to see my face after all that has happened. I just wanted to wish you all the best in BTS. You guys are really good. Your music is pretty catchy, I listened to a few songs. I can see that Songstress was holding you back. It kinda inspired me to branch out and want to start making my own music like you wanted to do. You seem so happy here and I am happy that you found your home in the music industry. Even if it's in another country. Sometimes things aren't always in America, you gotta travel the world and see what else is out there, y'know?"

"I think it's inevitable that Amity will disband. We all have different mindsets right now, we are not in a group mindset like we used to be. It's not fun like it used to be. I realized that when you and Angelina left." she went on. "I started doing things independently, without anyone knowing and I realized that I can do so much more without Hailey holding me back for her own personal gain. I'm really sorry for everything. It was very wrong of me. I shouldn't have been such a follower back then. I was such a bitch, huh? All those things I said and how I treated you and Ang, it was very cruel. I uh, just came here to apologize for everything. I can't take back what I've done to you and I admit that I have done you and Angelina wrong and today I wanted to give back what is rightfully yours. Your notebook. I hope that you continue to be successful here and remain happy. I'm gonna go now. Good luck in Korea." she smiled awkwardly.

"Hey," Jen called out before she could leave. "Tomorrow...I'm going to get breakfast with Angelina. I'd like for you to come."

"Oh...I don't think I should, I mean after all I've done, I don't even think it'd be a good idea to hang with you guys."

"Layla, I have no animosity towards you."

"Why?"

"Because I had already forgiven you."

"After all, I've done?"

"I don't want to dwell over the past, and I don't hold grudges with anyone. Not even with Hailey. Even though 30 minutes ago I broke her nose and pretty much fucked up her face, I just...want to move forward. What's done is done. No more petty drama. I just want to continue to remain happy. It will take time but I'd like to start over with you."

Layla smiled and nodded. "I'd like that very much."

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Later, seated on her bed, Jen thought about everything that had happened. No more sabotaging, no more tormenting. It was finally over. She could finally breathe. No more Amity drama, no more Hailey trying to ruin things for those close to her.

After spending a few minutes to relax, she went back to the members who were all in Namjoon's hotel room he shared with Jimin as they rushed up to her, asking if she was okay.

"Tell us everything!"

"Did you hit her?!"

"Are you hurt?!"

"What happened?!"

There were various questions that she was bombarded with as she sat down. She explained everything and when she revealed that she did beat her up, the members couldn't help but jump for joy.

"There's a video!" Angelina revealed after getting translated on what was going on.

"Did you do the right hook, left hook and then right like I told you?" Hobi asked while Angelina found the video.

"Absolutely." Jen nodded with a smile.

"AHHHHH, I need to see this now! I'm proud of you, munchkin! That's how you have to handle it sometimes."

"She beat the shit outta her~! It was outrageous, I knew she had it in her!" Angelina boasted and showed the video.

"OH!" the boys yelled as soon as they saw the first punch. 

Yoongi continuously laughed with some of the members. This was perfect.

"Oh, mah God," Jimin murmured in English as they watched Jennie on top of her, fighting.

"Hey," Yoongi spoke in English, tapping Angelina on the shoulder. "Video. Phone. My phone."

"You want me to send the video to you? I got you. Okay." Angelina nodded.

"O-oh my! Is that blood I see?" Jin widened his eyes, wincing at each punch. "Amazing."

Namjoon dropped his jaw a little bit at the video, bewildered. "W-wow. You really threw hands. It needed to be done. I'm sure she got the message."

"Oh, yes she did. You won't have to worry about her, anymore." Jen reassured.

"Wow, is this really our Ennie? Our Ennie has some amazing strength. Did-did you see her stagger after the first punch?" Taehyung exclaimed. "I love you, Jennie." he wrapped his arms around her for a tight hug.

"Looks like it." Yoongi proudly said. "Finally, that piece of crap can leave us the fuck alone."

Jungkook smirked as he watched the video. He loved this feisty and protective side of Jennie. She was full of surprises and kept amazing him.

"What's going to happen to her?" Jin asked

"Well...last time Angelina and I checked, she along with Songstress are still getting obliterated. SongStress deactivated all their social media. Hailey deactivated hers, too. Layla is fine, she put hers on private for now. Trinity deactivated hers as well," Jen said. "Amity and Songstress are trending on Twitter and it's all over TMZ and other entertainment news. It's a big scandal. They're getting so much heat, it's not pretty. It's safe to say that Songstress won't be promoting anytime soon with this huge hit to their company."

"Good," he replied. "That'll show them."

"I'm just glad it's over and I hope that all of you are okay. I'm sorry for causing all this mess. Sometimes I think it's my fault you all dealt with this. I didn't think this drama would come all the way over here to you guys."

"Hey, it's all right. What matters is that Hailey won't be causing any more problems for anyone. Don't blame yourself for anything," Hobi reassured and smiled.

On social media, ARMY continuously demolished Songstress for what they had done. Especially Hailey with all the things she said about Bangtan. ARMY praised Jennie for what she had done and it made them love her even more. Angelina even posted a small video of the way Hailey tried to attack Jennie and got beaten down which got more praise.

G-Dragon commented on Jennie's Instagram page, 'From now on, I'll hire you for protection.'

Jen had replied, 'That'll be one pack of smarties per hour :)'

His answer made her smile, 'That can be arranged.'

Other idols had commented:

Bam Bam: Go Jennie!

Jackson: My baby Jennieeeee. Proud of U! Glad u took them down! Now answer my calls! I promise I won't prank call u late at night anymore!

Amber: Another reason why you're so loveable. You stick up for those you love. <3 glad she's out of the picture and can leave you alone.

Zico: Now that was self defense! I remember you venting to me about them. You did a great job handling yourself. 

Taeil: I always knew you were so awesome. Never let anyone bring you down.

Jessi: Miss Bangtan can fight! Badass &lt;3

Checking her phone, she received texts from her sisters,

Vienna: SIS! Angelina sent me the video of you beating the sheeeet outta Hailey! You know, I would've backed you up if you called me but it seems like you had everything handled. I'm sooo proud! Don't tell Alani but you got them hands from me not her :P

Alani: OMG what is going on!? Are you okay!? CALL ME!

Back in her room, she facetimed Alani while Vienna tried to get into the conversation. "Jennie! You beat the crap out of her! I love you!"

"Shush!" Alani exclaimed. "Are you all right?"

"I'm good. I'm perfectly fine." Jen calmly replied.

"How can you be so calm after all this?"

"She's calm because she whooped that ass!" Vienna yelled in the background.

"Are you hurt?" Alani asked, ignoring Vienna.

"My hands still hurt a bit," Jen answered.

"Because she whooped that ass!" Vienna yelled again

"I have to admit, that was funny. You handle yourself quite well. I never thought I'd see the day of you fighting but sometimes you gotta go that route." Alani replied. "Don't ever let no one put their hands on you or mess with those you love. She learned that the hard way after so many warnings. I can't believe she tried to sneak you and still lost the fight."

"Oh yeah, because she whooped that ass!" Vienna laughed.

Later on, Jennie and Jimin decided to go eat at a local frozen yogurt place with hoods on their heads. They got their yogurt and sat across from each other. As she predicted, Jimin happily had a bunch of toppings on his and ate it with delight as they talked about random things.

"Let me see your hands," Jimin said as he gently grabbed them.

"I'm fine. You should see the other girl," she teased as he let out a soft laugh while he examined her knuckles, rubbing his thumb over them. "Jimin, I want to apologize that you had to meet and deal with her. She said some pretty awful stuff, and I wish you didn't have to go through that. You are worth so much more than how you look and I hope you know that you are very dear to me. Never forget that,"

"Ennie, thank you." he smiled in appreciation and kissed the knuckles on one of her hands. "I really needed this, tonight."

"Glad to hear. And can I just say that I love your cheeks? They're cute." she reached out and pinched one of them as he let out a giggle.

As they spent more time together, Angelina had sent various messages,

Angelina: JEN!

Angelina: JEN!

Angelina: JENNIE! OMFG!

Angelina: I KNOW YOU'RE OUT WITH JIMIN BUT GIRL I JUST GOT OFF THE PHONE WITH THE WEEKND HIMSELF! HE STILL WANTS THAT COLLAB! AGHGFGHGAAG I LOVE YOU!

Jennie smiled at the messages. Things were finally going the way that they should for her friend. 

Once JenMin arrived back at the hotel, she wanted to play the Wii U with him, so she came with him to his room. But once they had opened the door, they saw Angelina and Namjoon in an intense lip lock, causing Jimin to yell.

"Are you two for real?!" Jen exclaimed, amused while the two rappers turned their heads in shock.

"Shit!" Angelina quickly got off his lap and cleared her throat. "H-hey! How goes it?"

"H-hey, I didn't think you two would be back so soon." Namjoon stood up, flustered.

It was like one plot twist after another, but Jen knew something was going to happen sooner or later. She was happy about it, too.

"Ooooooh, Rapmonie has a girlfriend~!" Jimin ran out to tell the hyungs.

Throwing her arms up, Jennie shook her head and left while saying, "Jesus take the wheel."

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At the dorm, taking a break from studying, Jen scrolled on Instagram and came across a comment, 'Jennie! Did you meet Alex Reid from Rania yet!?'

she replied, 'Ughhhh no! I wish!! I want to meet her! She's so cool! Hopefully one day!'

The two were following each other, liking each other's posts and occasional comments here and there. Throughout the day, a fan war went under the comments as people began to compare Alex and Jen, taking sides. Various comments included:

'I don't want her to meet Alex. Jen is the better black girl in K-Pop anyway.'

'No, she's not! Alex has better hair and can rap better!'

'Jen is waaaay more popular than Alex. And is a better singer'

'So!? Alex has more experience and performs better than Jennie ever could. Time for Jennie to pack her bags and leave Korea! Alex is here!'

'BYE! Rania did a BTS and now has a black girl in a group.'

'Um...y'all know you can love and support both of these girls, right? Why do you have to choose one? They're both representing us and are great at what they do'

'Alex can't even speak Korean but Jennie can. Why come to Korea if you don't even know the language??'

'Alex sounds better speaking Korean than Jennie'

'Jen! You're so much better than Alex. Your Korean is way better. You're prettier and you're the best black girl in K-Pop.'

Although the two girls have yet to meet each other, the comments upset them and they both had called out people to stop trying to put them against each other. The comments were toxic and uncalled for.

Shutting everyone up on her page, Jen commented, 'Stop it. Stop trying to put women against women. Alex is amazing at what she is doing. Do not compare us. No one is better than the other. Let's continue to support us beautiful, talented black females in this industry instead of trying to make everything a competition. Support the melanin. We're breaking boundaries. Also support other black people here, too. Like Lee Michelle and Yoon Mi Rae.'

As the day went on, Jen moped around in her room while consistently listening to the song she would have to play for her guitar midterm. Angelina wasn't here anymore and had to cut her time in Seoul short due to the various interviews demanded about the Songstress and various collaborations that were requested. Work was work, Jen knew that. There were times when she planned to go home but had to cancel because of last-minute scheduling, so this was normal.

"I might have to just take this L," she murmured.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asked. 

He had heard her sigh when he was walking past the hallway and decided to check on her.

"It's my guitar midterm. I think I'm going to fail."

"Why do you think that? You're great at the guitar."

"The teacher assigned us songs and of course, I got a hard one."

"What song?"

"It's an IU song."

His eyes lit up as she laughed at his eagerness. "I knew you were going to react like that."

"What's the song? Tell me!" he sat on her bed.

"It's Love of B. The song is great but that guitar...is so fast! The guitar is so powerful in this one. The flow, the intensity, I don't think I can do that. I have never played the guitar like that before. When I performed Tomorrow, that was fine, but something like this, keeping the consistency and flow, making sure I'm on the beat and strumming every single note, I don't think I-"

"You can, and you will. Show me what you have so far."

She sighed and grabbed her acoustic guitar. "This is easier said than done. Like the teacher will take off points if I mess one note up. It's that strict. I gotta make sure everything is on beat and-"

"Relax. Just show me."

After playing it for him, Jungkook pointed out things that sounded a little off as he listened closely. They even had Namjoon, Jin and Taehyung listen too.

"How do you feel now?" Jungkook asked.

"Much better thanks to all of you. I think I'm ready for this."

"Good! Knock it out! I'll make a celebration dinner for you and Jungkook when you both pass your midterms!" Jin offered

Soon enough when it came time for the midterm, Jen passed her guitar midterm with flying colors while Jungkook did well with his. Bangtan celebrated with a big dinner like Jin had promised.

On Instagram, JRE posted a selfie with the caption, 'Sooo excited that I finally get to announce this! Get ready because Jennie will be hanging out with your boy in January! You heard it here first! Send in questions you want her to answer! We gonna have some fun!'

Once Jen reposted his post with smiling emojis, ARMY freaked out and put their thinking caps on, to think of good questions to ask her.

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Backstage in the waiting room for their concert, Jennie was knocked out, sleeping wildly while Jimin continued filming her. After poking her and messing around, she wouldn't wake up, so he went to begin annoying Hobi, giggling at how he was laying on the couch, trying to sleep.

"Hobi-hyung sleeps like that? I sleep like this." Jungkook crookedly landed on the couch.

Hobi sat up and said, "Suga-hyung sleeps like this."

"I'm not sleeping yet," Suga murmured.

Jennie was oblivious to the guys fooling around and even missed Jungkook's hilarious handstand along with Hobi's.

"Ah, this is too funny!" Jimin cackled. "How is Ennie still asleep after all this?!" he panned the camera to her.

"Where is that air horn that was in the dressing room? Let's prank her and run away." Hobi suggested. 

It didn't take long to find it as the guys stood a few feet away.

"Three...two...one!" Jimin pressed the button, making her wake up frantically from the loud sound.

"I'm up!" she yelled and fell off the couch when he pressed the button again, near her face. 

The guys laughed and ran away while Jen got back on her feet. 

"Assholes! You play too much!" she ran after them while Jimin continued to film.

"AHHHHHHHH~!" was the last thing that was heard on the video, revealing that Hobi had been caught first.

After fooling around, the members prepared for the concert. Jen, already dressed, began to stretch until she heard a question blurted out by Jungkook.

"Hey, my parents are here, tonight. Would you like to meet them?"

It was a little over an hour before the concert and his parents came to see the show. It was an idea that had popped in the Golden Maknae's head for a while, but he hadn't meant to ask her so abruptly. He began to worry if it would be a good idea. Maybe he just made things awkward. 

Comments such as, 'why would she say yes to this offer?' and 'she probably thinks this is stupid' flowed through his brain. But as he saw her smile eagerly, his doubts went away.

"Your parents? Yeah, of course! Why not?"

Pleased with her answer, along with getting another hit of nerves, he grinned brightly. "R-really?"

"Yeah, really."

"O-okay! Follow me." he grabbed her hand as they walked backstage.

The more they inched closer, Jennie began to feel butterflies in her stomach. But she kept asking herself why. It was just her best friend's parents, it shouldn't be that bad. She gave herself a mental pep talk about being herself. Things will go smoothly. 

Before they knew it, they were right in front of them. As Jungkook introduced her, Jennie bowed and smiled kindly.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you!" she beamed, shaking off the nerves.

"Ah, so you're Jennie!" his father pointed out, giving her a friendly aura about him. "My son has told us so much about you."

Jungkook coughed loudly while his mother giggled in the background. Now was not the time for his dad to tease him.

"Oh really?" Jen glanced at Jungkook, amused. "Well, I hope he didn't share anything out of the ordinary."

"I already told them about your losing streak against me in bowling." Jungkook grinned mischievously.

"Of course, you did." she playfully rolled her eyes. "You never give me a chance to win!"

His mom smiled warmly at her and spoke, "Your Korean is very good, and you are very pretty. My son tells us how well you take care of him and the rest of the members. Thank you for looking out for him."

"You're very welcome. And I see where Jungkook gets his kindness from. You're very sweet, thank you." Jen responded. "Jungkook is amazing. I can't even imagine how proud you are of him. I'm very proud of him, too. As we attend our classes together, I help him with English, and that has improved tremendously. It's not easy to learn a new language but he always gets better and better every time he practices. Even on stage too. He works very hard and is always dependable. He's very gifted, that's for sure. It brings me such joy to see him grow so well."

Shooked, Jungkook was astounded by her remark. No one said a word after her statement and she was met with stares. Jennie suddenly felt like maybe she rambled too much after talking so highly of Jungkook like that.

Meanwhile, his parents glanced at each other with knowing smiles. It was official, they adored her. They had never seen Jungkook look so happy before. The way their son shyly smiled and blushed at her words gave them confirmation that everything he had told them about her was true. She truly did make him happy even by just being there, standing there with him. The way he gazed at her lovingly when she wasn't looking gave it all away, too.

Once Jen saw his parents smile back at her, it made her feel relieved as she listened to them express how much they appreciated her for speaking so positively about their son.

"Are you eating well?" his father asked her.

"Absolutely. Living with seven guys and the way that they eat, their appetites rubbed off on me. I eat a lot."

"She bakes pretty well," Jungkook added. "You have to try one of her cupcakes."

"I think it's the icing I use. All I do is follow the recipe on the box," she replied modestly. "I'd love to bake for you if you'd like."

His father nodded instantly in agreement. "That would be wonderful."

"Wow, you and Jungkook really do have the same smile, I see the resemblance. Like father, like son." she shared a laugh with them after seeing them grinning widely.

"Jennie, we need to fix your clothes." a stylist called out from down the hall.

"Well, it was very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy the show!" she bowed and left. 

"What a fine young lady." Jungkook heard his mom speak brightly, watching her walk down the hallway. "You haven't stopped smiling, Jungkook. She is special to you, hm?"

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, still blushing as his mom continued to tease him.

"So, is she the one?" his father brought up.

"Yes." Jungkook nodded shyly.

"We adore her."

"You do?" his eyes lit up. "I really...I'm...kind of in love with her."

"We noticed by the way you look at her. My little boy is in love. Have you told her?" his mom asked.

"Ah...not yet. After our promotions are over."

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As the concert began, there were various VCRs playing throughout the event. For the individual one, it showed Jen stretching outside on a sunny day and walking around town with her guitar on her back. She then met up with several friends as they chilled at a park on the grass and she had jammed with them while playing the guitar, looking content.

Out of all the concerts they had, this one had to be Jen's favorite. During Tomorrow, she played the guitar the entire time while performing the choreography with a mic attached to her. ARMY thought she looked so cool and had hoped that she would play the guitar more often on stage like this.

With Boys with Fun, the members lightened up the arena as they jumped around and happily performed. While they scattered around the stage, Jen danced around, waving at ARMY and lipsyncing to whoever's verse it was at the moment.

When she sang her verse for the song, she moonwalked down the runway with Jin trying to copy her.

For their other VCR which was their interview, they were asked,

'What were your childhood dreams'

"Oh boy..." Jen laughed softly. "I wanted to do a lot of interesting things. First, I wanted to be a vet because I went to this dog park and fell in love with all these adorable dogs. Then I wanted to be an actress, Rihanna, a teacher, y'know various things. But singing was my calling. I also wanted to be a rock star. I think I'm kind of playing the part now. I'm playing the guitar for some of our songs! It's been a blast."

She tilted her head to the side, pondering, "It was...my sisters who caught me singing in my room one night. I thought no one was home. They recorded me and showed it to our parents. I was so mad. I finally told my family I'd like to be a musician. So, then my dad taught me more about the guitar and I got vocal lessons. And then I took a risk and auditioned for a few companies in Seoul and the rest is history."

'Now that you've become a singer, are you having the most beautiful moment in life?'

"Oh, Absolutely. This opportunity to be here in K-Pop, singing in so many different countries as BTS, is a blessing and it's beautiful to experience. I want to share my vocals with the world. And I'm doing that with BTS. It's amazing."

'Now that your dream of becoming a singer has come true, are you happy?'

"I'm happy where I am right now as a singer, yes. Being somewhere where you have more freedom to show off your creativity, it's worth the blood, sweat, and tears. The fact that people listen to our music is quite touching."

After the show, the Maknae Line chilled backstage, relaxing after the long concert.

"Oh my gosh, your parents are so adorable." Jen nudged Jungkook on the couch. "One day, I have to bring you and the rest of Bangtan to a family cookout in America. It'll be so much fun. I hope that one day we'll have some free time and be able to do that. We're so busy now, we hardly ever see our family and friends. Gosh, I can just see the cookout now...a swimming pool where we can swim with my little cousins and all...it'll be a blast."

"Let's definitely do that. I'm getting excited already!" Jungkook responded. "Hey, so, how did your parents meet?"

"I asked them that a while ago. It's pretty cheesy if you asked me. My dad liked my mom first. They met in high school. Started as best friends...he liked her for so long but kept it to himself. He wasn't a shy guy though, he could talk for hours."

Jungkook smirked softly. "I see where you get your outgoing personality from."

"Are you implying I talk too much?"

"Maybe." he teased.

"Anyway! Haha, he asked her to prom and my mom said yes. That's where they had their first kiss and began to date. My dad always says, who knew the love of my life was my best friend. I always think it's cheesy. Cute but cheesy. He also told me that the love of my life could be right in front of me, watching me and just waiting for the right moment. Ha, do you believe that? Sounds like something out of a romance novel. My mom was kind of in denial at first when my dad told her he loved her. But after some time to think about everything, she realized that he was the one and that she loved him, too, accepting her feelings."

'Sounds like a scenario that I know.' Jungkook thought to himself.

"So, Golden Maknae, how'd your parents meet?"

"To be blunt, my mom fell for my dad first and hit on him."

Unable to control it, Jennie burst out in laughter with Jungkook, while Jimin and Taehyung were listening and watching their conversation closely, sitting next to each other.

"She told me she went after him because he was so good-looking," he added.

"Oh, word? Wow! I love your mom. I bet that's where you got your competitiveness from. I'm sure she let all those ladies know that your dad was going to be hers, huh? I love that. Get your man, girl. I'd do that, too. Let everyone know that the person you want will be yours and no one is going to change that or interfere with your mission."

"Yeah," Taehyung spoke up. "If you want something or someone, you'll do whatever you can to get it. Right, Kookie?"

"Push past everyone to get what or who you want, right Jungkookie?" Jimin added with a smile.

Jen turned to the guys. "Yeah, you're right. Took the words right out of my mouth. Facts."

Jungkook had given the 95 Liners warning glances but took their words to heart. They had a point. He was currently during that, too. He had remembered overhearing a few IKON members talking about Jennie at the Melon Awards. It was backstage, all eyes on her because of that pink dress she wore. One member had complimented on how pretty she had looked that night and some considered maybe one day asking her out.

'Nah, that's Jungkook's girl.' was what Jungkook had heard from them, which surprised him greatly and gave him a boost of confidence. It was getting around that even some idols knew that he wanted her to be his and would be making that move soon.

What amused him was the sound of a lot of disappointed voices from idols when it came to finding out that she was about to be off the market soon. It made Jungkook feel good. Any idols that were lowkey interested in her began to back off because they knew that soon he was going to confess. 

Except for one. But hopefully, that will change soon when he speaks with Bam Bam.

[mysticalrobinthings]

just a dump of sportarobbie

Sportacus: If I may interject... Robbie: Oh, awesome, Sportacus was eavesdropping.

Sportacus: *lying down and crying* Robbie: There, there. Why don’t you take some time off to not be around me while you’re like this?

Robbie: The universe is cold and unfeeling. The only constant is chaos. Sportacus: Was that place out of chocolate-chip pancakes again?

Sportacus, putting their hands over Robbie's eyes: Guess who! Robbie: It's either Sportacus or the cold, clammy hands of death. Sportacus, putting their hands away: It's Sportacus! Robbie: Dammit.

Robbie: I printed up a bunch of fake safety inspection certificates. Go slap one on anything that looks like a lawsuit. Sportacus: Robbie, is that legal? Robbie: When the cops aren’t around, anything’s legal!

Sportacus: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell! Robbie: *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time!

Sportacus: You need to stop swearing so much. Robbie: Shut the fuck up. Sportacus: Yeah, that's not how you do it. Robbie: Alright sorry. It's just that it's hard not to swear. The words just creep up on me when I least expect it. Sportacus: Now now, don't be like that. Just replace the swear words with 'beep' and you'll be fine. Robbie: Shit the beep up. Sportacus: Robbie: SHUT, DAMMIT! I MEANT SHUT!

Robbie: You’re giving me a sticker? Sportacus: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!” Robbie: I’m not a preschooler. Sportacus: Fine, I’ll take it back- Robbie: I earned this, back off!

Robbie: This bloodline ends with me. Sportacus: That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".

Sportacus: You ever get so tired that you start seeing spiders? Robbie: Me after I take 17 Benadryl and start seeing the hat man. Sportacus: THE WHO? Robbie: Oh is this not a safe space suddenly?

Sportacus: We have fun, don’t we, Robbie? Robbie: I have never been more stressed out in my entire life.

Robbie: Why would you think any of this was a good idea? Sportacus: Probably because I’m a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence. Robbie: Sportacus: I don’t know how you keep forgetting this.

Robbie, sweating: Sportacus, there’s something I need to ask you- Sportacus: Finally! You’re proposing! Robbie: How’d you know? Sportacus: Robbie, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner. Sportacus: I even picked it up once.

Sportacus: As top in this relationship, I think we should- Robbie: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

Sportacus: *angrily presses Robbie against a wall* WHERE'S THE MONEY?! Robbie: ... Robbie: Are we about to kiss-

Robbie: Sportacus, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? Sportacus, naked in Robbie's bed: No, I absolutely do not. Robbie, already taking off their clothes: Fuck... Me neither.

Sportacus: Okay, truth or dare? Robbie: Truth Sportacus: How many hours have you slept this week? Robbie: Robbie: ...Dare Sportacus: Go to bed. Robbie: I don’t like this game.

*Sportacus and Robbie skipping stones on lake* Sportacus: It’s such a beautiful evening. Robbie, whispering: Take that you fucking lake

Sportacus: Violence isn't the answer. Robbie: You’re right. Sportacus: *sighs in relief* Robbie: Violence is the question. Sportacus: What? Robbie, bolting away: And the answer is yes. Sportacus, running after them: NO-

Sportacus: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died- Robbie: Twelve, actually. Sportacus: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that? Robbie: Yours! Sportacus: That's right: no one's.

[jokers-ghoul]

No, 'cause they had me in the first half!

I honestly forgot how 'kidnapping' is a common sexual fantasy until it came up in this series. To be fair, they didn't let us in on the fact that it was just 'role play' until the end. I literally thought First was dead until he woke up. 😮‍💨I will take back what I said about Soong just using First for money. The way he left after he realized that First left like he told him to after calling teerak and no one answering was hard. He didn't want to be in the empty apartment.

The part that upsets me about First is he really tried to hurt Soong. They're obviously close enough that Soong and he have talked about things that bother them. Having worked in the sex industry, Soong is probably very sensitive about the word 'whore' as that's a very common view of people that do sex work. That aside, for First to tell Soong you're not a whore, but a leech - hit a sore spot. Even though Soong obviously is doing the work he's doing because he has to be able to afford to live, he's never asked First for money. He mentioned he liked First's watch, so First bought it for him. First is usually the one to talk to Soong about his monetary worth and how he's loaded.

The second time we see First and Soong together, he's throwing money around while Soong catches it in the pool. First knows Soong needs money, so he's exploiting that weakness as he has money. It's as if First believes the only thing he has to offer Soong is money so now that First's dad is cutting off all of his money, First has begun to act out due to his lack of money. Soong also talks First out of sending their 'sex tape' from the kidnapping fantasy that demands a million baht to First's father. First is equating his worth and love from Soong as how much money has - the less money he has, the more First seems to act out. He blames Soong for only wanting to have sex with him when First has money, but he forgets that Soong is out there working hard to support them both with his job without complaining that First is the one leeching off of him to be away from his dad.

Soong had every right to lash out at First for what he said. Soong had a right to complain that he was tired from working all day. Soong had a right to say he wasn't in the mood for sex with First.

The face of a man who realizes his plan failed. This is why I say you should never use someone's weakness (in this case, a closeted gay) against them. Captain knew that the rugby team was built on the foundation that none were into men and chose to target Keen (rugby captain) to get on the team. How he didn't see that backfiring is beyond me, lol. Now, to prove he's not gay, he is enlisting the help of his best friends to fake him having sex with a 'girl' to be able to stay on the team.

I wonder if Captain's going to use Zouey as the girl since his only request of Nont was a wig and makeup. The real thing that makes me curious is if Zouey will really let himself be in such a compromising position since Zouey has trouble with situations like that.

I'm also curious about the scholarship student as he is watching this all unfold and saying nothing.

What First told Zouey about how people in BDSM sometimes don't know if they're enjoying the pain or not made me rethink this moment. I wondered if it was possible that Teena didn't back off right away because he believed Zouey was just scared to have sex after admitting he wanted Teena. He tried to tell Zouey it was fine as it was normal to be scared your first time, but in the end, it had been a hard No from Zouey instead of an 'I'm scared' no.

Teena has been going at Zouey's pace since he realized that Zouey wasn't comfortable with sex. Teena even admitted to himself that with Zouey it's not about stealing his virginity anymore; he genuinely wants Zouey. I also believe that Teena misstepped by mentioning that they would have to have sex eventually when they're together. Once Zouey heard that, it was a definite no, because he no longer felt Teena was listening to him. Teena was exhibiting common signs most men make as mistakes - like mentioning he's at his limit to make his partner feel like they had to have sex after 'working' Teena up so much.

Teena is trying to be a good boyfriend-to-be, but that doesn't negate the fact that Zouey felt pressured and that Teena tried to keep going after Zouey said no. A no should always mean no (stop), whether the other person misreads the situation or not.

The issue about the 'red light' keyword is there. Teena did let Zouey know that if he was uncomfortable to use the keyword, but that does not mean Teena was in the right. You cannot blame Zouey for not using the keyword when he's uncomfortable - he just thought it needed to stop, so he voiced it. I will say that Teena should have been more proactive in checking in with Zouey by questioning if he was still green (go), yellow (wait/slow down), or red (stop) if he was going to use the light system. He also didn't really explain it very well, so being that Zouey is very new to sex, it should have been a slower approach even if Zouey said he was ready.

Nont seems to severely underestimate his 'master' most times. He went to find Prom to get more information on his brother and found that he liked it when Nant's "master" punished him for his disappearance. Nont seems to fall for this trap very quickly, even as he gets more and more information about his brother that he doesn't quite understand. In the video on his brother's laptop of Nant being in a sexual situation with a knife, Prom mentions how much Nant hated going to this location with 'master' as he didn't like the masks and toys. Nont correcting Prom when he hands him wine and says he wants beer (when earlier Zouey had told Nont that he always drinks draft beer and not wine).

I don't believe Prom is confused about Nont. Nont has been fumbling through this investigation into Nant's life as if having the same face will be the best coverage when the two twins are vastly different. Does Prom believe that Nont is Nant? I doubt it. He's been giving hints to Nont that he's not acting like Nant this whole time. Willingly coming to that room that Nant hates? Brazenly requesting master to have sex and punish him? Mentioning how he believed Nant had come to like the taste of wine? If Prom cannot tell the difference, I would be surprised.

I cannot say that the video on Nant's laptop is definite proof of Nont and Nant's differences when it comes to sex. We don't know when that video was recorded. For all we know, it could have been the first time Nant had sex with Prom. But still, Prom himself mentioned how it took convincing to bring Nant around.

I really am curious about what happened to Nant. Why did he need money? Why has he disappeared? Is he alive like Nont believes? Did he leave to escape how deep he had gotten into this lifestyle? Why hasn't he reached out to Nont at all?

Nothing happened between Porsche and Jump in this episode.

Also, I still believe Captain and Porsche are jerks - I'll wait to see if that opinion changes, lol.

[octochick]

Biggest regret

Cw suicidal thoughts and attempt, blood, ooc

It was raining. Maybe it was surprising, or maybe not. It doesn't really matter.

Bagi's shoes squelched in the mud, dripping with water and blood. She walks, dodging the fallen bodies, white stained with a vivid red and the ashen mud.

She knows what she is looking for. It is right there, laying down in the mud. Dumb ass, that tank top is white, he'll never be able to get the stains out. At least use something darker, stupid head.

She squats next to him. Now, more than ever, she can feel every single raindrop falling on her. It rolls down her face, mixing with her tears, and fall warmly on the cold ground.

"Hey, can you walk?" She asks, shaking him lightly. He clenches his fists, but otherwise doesn't react.

Still, she gets him up. She puts one of his arms around her neck, and hugs his body onto hers. She starts dragging him, at first slowly as she carries the weight of two, but soon after faster, when he gets tired of being dragged.

"What are you doing?"

"You'll get a cold if you stay in the rain. I'm just taking you to somewhere with cover."

A second, just enough for him to comprehend her words, and then she was thrown to the mud, back connecting with a sharp rock with a sharp crack, one of her hands perforated by a knife and the wrist of the opposite hand broken, a silent scream trying to get out. He is over her, eyes maniac, giggles escaping from his lips.

"Why?"

"...I don't want you to get a cold." She answers, like it makes all the sense in the world.

He laughs, cruel and cold, and twists the knife in her hand. A whimper escapes her.

"When I needed you, you went to the other side, but now you come to me like nothing happened? What are you planning? Do you think I'm stupid?"

A small silence is settled over them. She looks at his eyes. Desperation.

"Yeah, a little bit." His knee meets with her shin, but she doesn't feel anything.

"Aren't you afraid of dying? Why did you suddenly decide to play with the monster?"

If possible, her eyes gets even more teary, fat tears rolling down her face and falling into her ears, making everything feel blurry and muffled, the pain dulling into the background from the pain her heart released upon her.

"You are my biggest regret." This somehow manages to surprise him, the emotion passing by in a second before being hidden by a scowl, but before he could talk, Bagi continued. "I love you so much," her voices breaks, and her breath comes out in small bursts. It feels like hyperventilation. "the only thing I want is for you to have a happy and healthy life, but you are my biggest regret."

"Since you disappeared, you are my biggest regret. You don't understand how much I love you, all I want is to see you happy and healthy, but you also don't understand how deep my regret is."

"Since the first day without you, I wanted to forget you, I wished you were never born. I wished I were never born."

"But I love you so much, that I kept searching. No matter how much my regret said that I should give up, I still kept going."

"You don't know how many times I wished to have been a single child. You have no idea how many times I wished I was dead. You have no idea how many times I thought of going to the Federation and asking them to forget everything about myself, to be reborn just like you once were."

"But I couldn't, I couldn't, I couldn't!"

"Because I love you. I hate it, but I love you."

It was silent. Bagi felt faint, like she would pass out at any moment. She couldn't see what face her brother was making.

"I'm weak. I suffered so much less than you, and I'm so weak. I'm so weak, that I can only beg to my biggest regret."

"Please, kill me. Kill me permanently, kill my regrets and my love, please, kill me and free me from my suffering. I'm weak and can't take it anymore."

Bagi was long hyperventilating, violent sobs wrecking her as she finishes ranting, but just now she closed her eyes.

A moment of suspense, and she felt knife's edge at her throat. She sobs, and her blood drowns her. She feels it in her lungs as they desperately try to work, she feels the rain, she feels her broken spine, she feels her stabbed hand, she feels her broken wrist, and she doesn't feel her brother hovering over her dying body.

The moment her body gives up is the moment she respawns.

And she doesn't feel nothing.

It didn't work. She's still alive. Her love is still alive. Her regret is still alive.

[agena87]

Cassie: So?

Wolfgang: So, what?

C: What will you do, now? I can't believe you dropped out. You were doing so good, too! I'm surprised aunty Mila didn't kill you for that.

W: I haven't told her yet. Haven't gone back home for a week. Been staying with Mal.

C: Which explain why you're still breathing. Between ditching school and your new tattoo, it's a miracle you're not dead.

W: Mutty never had problems with my tats.

The cousins stay silent for a while.

C: Maybe, but you never got "Cocksucker" tattooed on your lips before. What the hell did you think?

W: I was tired of people calling me that, like it's a bad thing. And let me tell you, I might have sucked only two cocks, but it's...

C: Stop! TMI! Wait! Two? No, I don't want to know. TMI already. And I get it, you just like to piss people off before they piss you off. Doesn't mean aunty Mila will like it. Nor answer what you'll do now.

W: She'll survive. And I can do art without having a degree. Plus, teachers kept telling me my "choice of subject is dubious", whatever that means. I don't do art to please old farts who get a boner over a flowery landscape. My art is dirty and provocative, so what? I like it that way. (sighs) I think I'll move. Go see some new things, meet new people.

C: Try and forget about Alfie?

W: Yeah... If I ever can. But it's not why. It really is for my art. I need some new inspiration.

Cassandra suddenly starts giggling.

W: Have you seen him lately? Al, I mean?

C: Not since he broke up with Yosh. But Tabi told me he's depressed. He went back to his mom's, and haven't left his room for at least a week, apparently. Only talks to say that he should call Yosh and ask him to take him back.

W: What?! He can't be serious.

C: I know you don't wanna see it, but he really is in love with Yosh. And Yosh does love Alfie.

W: Yeah, sure, that bell end does not know what loving someone means. And I know Al loves him for whatever reason; I'm not an idiot. Doesn't mean he should go back with him. He'll only end up more hurt.

C: Probably. I mean, I love Yosh, he's my best friend, but what he did to you was... yeah. And he could have treated Alfie better, I suppose.

W: Should I go see him?

C: Who?

W: Who do you think? You're bastard friend? Al, obviously!

C: He explicitly asked you to stop all contact, so no, you shouldn't. Plus, it would only hurt you more.

W: ... I guess. So. Where do you think I should go first? I suppose San My would be a good spot to find people interested in my art, but I'm not that fond of big cities. Also, I guess Strangerville or Moonwood Mill would be great places for inspo, but Tabitha has been obsessed with those lately, and I really don't wanna have her hide in my luggage to catch a ride there and be forced to investigate all her silly conspiracies with her. If I leave, it's alone.

C: You better tell me where you end up, so I can visit.

W: 'course.

W: Wha'?

C: Nothing. Just... Can you imagine Gunther's face when he'll see your new tattoo?

W: (laughs loudly) I'll take pictures for you.

[bookloover35]

Frederick Abberline x fem reader-You should not love me.

YNs POV.

Varning Gore.

Catherine:Mary, Yn have you heard them have found Annie dead.

Told Catherine to us, yes, I've already heard about this murder.  She had been found with her neck cut off, her abdomen had been opened and her intestines had been pulled out and placed on her shoulders.  How do I know all this because I was the one who found her.  All that blood, the empty cold look in her eyes.  Even though she was dead, it looked like she was staring deep into my soul.  And I will never forget it because the police do not leave me alone, and they are not kind to people like me.  Besides one of them, a young policeman I found out his last name is Abberline.

Mary:Yes we have heard and it was poor yn who found her.

Catherine looked at me with concern in her eyes and walked over to me and started hugging me.

Catherine: Oooh yn your poor thing, are you okay?

Yn:I'm fine Catherine is just very tired.  The cops have been asking me questions all day.

I told her then we interrupted the hug then we stood and then she told us to be careful we nodded and said goodbye to her then she went away to try to earn some money.

Just when she had walked some distance away, policeman Abberline came.  What does he want now then, I can not bear with more questions right now.

Abberline: Miss (y.l.n) I have another question for you.

Mary looked at me that I was very tired and went up to him and said kindly.

Mary:Please do you have to ask her right now, Poor thing is completely tired.

Abberline:Apologies a lot, Miss Kelly and Miss (y.l.n). But I have to talk to you, it's very important.

Yn:It's okay Mary, you can go now, see you later okay, I'm fine I promise.

I said to her and put my hand on her shoulder she said okay and hugged me then she whispered to me "be careful".  We interrupted the hug and I replied back "I promise", then she left so he and I were the only ones left.  I have to admit that he is very beautiful, (stop yn he is a cop and I am a woman of the night).

I cross my arms and asked.

Yn:Well what did you want me to do that was so heavenly important.  I've already told you everything I know.

Abberline:I know but there may be something you forgot, you were scared.  And there is actually a way to get more answers so I thought I would ask you if we might meet tonight and then we can go home to me where we can talk completely undisturbed.

WHAT!!!! He wants me to come to his place.  Should I say yes or should I say no.  What will people say about him, what will his colleagues start saying about him, What will the girls say about me.

Yn:What will your colleagues think of you if they see the two of us go together.  Are you not afraid of your reputation.

Abberline: They can believe what they want.  You are an important part of this case and if they are on you then I tell them.

Hum Can I really trust him.  He does not seem like other men, but you can NEVER be too careful.  I have to ask Mary what to do.

Yn: I have to think about it but we say so come here tonight and if I stand here I will follow you but if I do not stand here you know the rest.

Abberline: Okay Miss hope to see you again.

Then I held out my hand and said goodbye he then took my hand in his and held it up to his lips and kissed it.  Then he said goodbye to me and left.  Why did he do that and why do I feel hot all of a sudden.  I quickly turned around and started running in the direction that Mary had gone she had to help me.

What should I do?

The End.

[mythologyfolklore]

Dragon Tears - Ch. 06

(A/N: This contains a fictitious natural disaster with a staggering death toll, as well as mention of the 2008 Sichuan Earthquake)

Chapter Six: Catastrophic news

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“I'm sorry your dad kicked you out”, Sūn Wùkōng told Áo Bĭng, as they were having dinner (technically only Èrláng and Áo Bĭng needed to eat, but this was clearly a ritual, one that Áo Bĭng could get behind). “I know how it hurts to be ostracised and disowned. Your cousin Tiānlóng even more so. Just know, we're all here for you. And if you ever grow tired of Mr. Edgelord over here-”

“Hey!”

“-you're always welcome on my mountain. Or if you'd rather have some of your blood relations around you, I'll call Gold up and tell him what happened. Guān Yīn should also be back in a few days with your sister and friends. Just saying this to remind you you're not alone and there's a lot of people willing to pick you up, if your dad doesn't get his head out of his arse. But I'm sure he'll come around sooner or later. I bet a few years from now he'll look back to today and think 'Damn, was I really such a shitty dad to my kid? Gee, maybe I shouldn't have done that!' and apologise to you for being such a dick.”

Áo Bĭng thanked the younger being with a faint smile, though his ears were still drooping.

The Buddha Victorious in Strife smiled back. “But for now, you can spend some time getting to know your in-laws. I hope you and I can get along in the future. After all I'm also your future father-in-law!”

Now Áo Bĭng smiled genuinely. “Don't remind me. It's one of my greatest trials, that I should have the misfortune of becoming your son-in-law as well.”

The other two men chorted, while the Monkey King gasped in offence: “How dare you talk to your elders like that!”

“Elder my dragon tail! I'm over a thousand years older than you! Which makes you being my second future father-in-law even weirder!”

“Oh yeah … forgot about that”, the macaque laughed sheepishly. “Damn, I keep forgetting I'm the youngest here!”

Nézhā grinned: “Ah, don't worry, Great Sage! I will never grow tired of reminding you, that I'm about 600 years older than you!”

“Okay, damn! Way to make me feel like I'm the fucking baby here!”

Èrláng looked like he was holding back a laugh. “There, there, my dear”, he cooed and petted his husband's head. “At least you don't look the part!”

Sūn Wùkōng laughed: “Hah! You're right! Dare I say you look younger than me!”

The engineering god stared blankly. “Keep dreaming, Great Sage. I'm physically twenty-five. Your human form doesn't look older than twenty. Not with that gaudy haircut and vertical challenge.”

The Monkey King narrowed his scarlet eyes at him. “Are you implying, that I'm short?”

“Why, of course not!”

“Yeah, that's what I thought-”

“I meant to say it flat out.”

“… I can't believe you would do this to me.”

Nézhā started cackling like a maniac and Áo Bĭng couldn't help but laugh along.

The Monkey King folded his arms in front of his chest and sulked like a grumpy child. But by the mischievous twinkle in his eyes, it was clear he wasn't as insulted as he was pretending to be.

Perhaps he just enjoyed making people laugh.

.

Later, after they had cleaned the table and dishes, the Monkey King requested that they all gather in the living room, because he had an urgent matter to discuss.

Once everyone was seated, Sūn Wùkōng's face had grown dead serious. “Third Prince of the East Sea, I need to have a word with you about your father. He's committed an atrocity aside from disowning his own son.”

A sense of foreboding fell over Áo Bĭng. “What did he do?”

“First let me ask you: when did your father kick you out and why?”

The dragon prince gulped and answered: “Nine days ago. Before that, he informed me of his plan to have me marry another dragon outside our family to extend our political influence. I told him I was already engaged to Nézhā and father took it … poorly.”

“And then he kicked you out?”

“Yeah. Told me to leave right on the spot and didn't let me take anything with me (including my phone), and then I spent over eight days wandering with nowhere to go, until I somehow found Zhēnjūn's residence and he showed me mercy.”

Sūn Wùkōng's jaw hung slack. “… Wow. Just … just wow. And that he'd do that to you of all his kids! And why is this happening now? I mean, he already knew you were gay, so what's the big deal? And even from a political stand point, Nézhā is one hell of a good match! Powerful, rich, popular, widely worshipped even today, a really cool dude, the whole works! And if you could forgive Nézhā for what happened 3100 years ago, then Áo Guāng should do so too! Like, damn! I don't get it and honestly, I'm not sure I want to tap into my one-with-everything-ness to look into his head. He's your father! He's supposed to love you!”

He does!, Áo Bĭng wanted to say, but it got stuck in his throat.

What came out of his mouth instead was: “I don't understand it either! When I came out as trans, he was perfectly supportive! I knew he hated Nézhā still, that's why I didn't tell him about our engagement sooner, but I wanted to believe … I knew he'd be angry, but I didn't expect him to react like that! And just this morning Zhēnjūn made clear to me how much danger I was in while wandering about without shelter, and all this crap is really fucking me up!”

To his embarrassment his eyes filled with tears and it wasn't long till they ran down his face.

Nézhā took him in his arms and let him cry into his shoulder, as he soothingly rubbed his back.

Then a warm aura touched the dragon's soul and filled him with comfort. Wiping his eyes and turning around, he saw the Monkey King now standing behind him.

“Hey, now. I'm sorry I made you upset”, the macaque said gently and handed him a tissue. “Do you want a monkey hug?”

“… No thank you.”

Áo Bĭng did not like being hugged by strangers.

To his relief, the Monkey King respected it: “That's okay. Don't ever do anything you don't want to. Just know we're all gonna listen to you, no matter what you have to say.”

“Thank you, Great Sage. I appreciate that. Anyway …”, Áo Bĭng coughed and composed himself. “… What were you going to tell me my father did? Other than kicking me out.”

The Buddha Victorious in Strife seemed conflicted. “Actually, seeing the state you're in, I've decided, that this matter should wait until tomorrow. For today it's too late and you should just spend the rest of the evening just relaxing with Nézhā. Because this is really bad and you'll feel even worse after hearing it. You might even end up having nightmares, if you'll be able to sleep at all.”

“Great Sage, whatever it is, it can't be much worse than this.”

“Yes, it can. Dragon Prince, I mean it! You're too fragile for more heavy shit right now!”

The dragon prince felt his right eye twitch. While he was no longer as prideful as he once had been, this was still an insult he wouldn't let slide.

“Fragile? Fragile?! Have you forgot who you're speaking to?!”, he snapped. “I'm Áo Bĭng, Third Prince of the East Sea! And as a prince, dealing with bad news is nothing! You were the one telling me we'd have to talk about something my father did, so tell me what happened!”

But the Great Sage seemed to have none of it. “That was before I realised what state you're in! You literally just burst into tears right in front of me, and I know how proud you dragons are! You're not ready to handle more pain and shock right now!”

“Nonsense! Sooner is always better than later! If it should turn out to be too much for me, well then that's nobody's responsibility but mine!”

The Monkey King's frown deepened and he massaged his temples.

Eventually, he relented: “Fine. Have it your way. I'll make it short. There was a high magnitude submarine earthquake under the East China Sea eight days ago. With a giant tsunami.”

He didn't need to say more.

Everyone understood what he was really saying.

Icy silence fell over the group.

Eventually Èrláng Shén broke it, grimly stating: “So it's because of Áo Guāng, that I was woken me up in the middle of the night earlier this month? It must have been quite a strong quake. I got flashbacks to the Sichuan earthquake back in 2008.”

“Same”, agreed the Monkey King darkly. “Except the Sichuan earthquake caused a few landslides on Huāguŏ Shān back then. This earthquake and tsunami wrecked almost my whole island. And that's nothing compared to what's happening to the humans all over the coast line!”

“Do you know how many have died?”, Èrláng asked. “I don't trust official reports as far as I can throw a mountain.”

“Fair enough, but I can't give you a definite answer either. Although, so far it's over a hundred thousand, and counting. I fear, that this is will be the deadliest earthquake of this decade.”

The dragon prince felt sick to the stomach.

He didn't want to believe it … he didn't want to believe …

“This can't be!”, he choked out. “This has to be a coincidence! My father didn't do this! There is no way! He wouldn't … he couldn't! He wouldn't kill so many innocent people!”¹

“Well, but he already did- oof! Alright, I'll shut up!” Nézhā had elbowed his father in the stomach.

Áo Bĭng barely registered that, as his head span like a spinning wheel, faster and faster.

Until he arrived at one damning conclusion and the wheel stopped abruptly.

“This is my fault!”, he whispered, horrified. “I did this! I killed all those people!”

Someone put a hand on his back. “Hey now. That's not true.”

“Yes, it is!”, the dragon wailed and tore his hair in despair. “He got angry, because I told him! If I had just kept my mouth shut, he wouldn't have gotten so angry, he wouldn't have done this, all those poor mortals would still be alive! But now they're not and that's because of me!”

He was growing more distraught with every word and struggled to keep his anthropromorphic form.

But Nézhā kissed him on the cheek and the soothing smell of lotus flowers filled the room.

Bit by bit, Áo Bĭng felt his own heartrate slow, until he finally managed to ground himself and breathe.

“My jade flower, listen to me”, said his Lotus Prince earnestly. “It's not your fault. It's not your fault, that your father doesn't bother to control his temper. It's not your fault, that he made his hatred for me someone else's problem. And it's certainly not your fault, that he lashed out. All that is nobody's fault but his.”

He wanted to believe that, he really did. More than anything, he wanted to believe his pearl's words.

But the fact was that he had been the one to make his father angry. So it was his fault, no matter how you put it. He might never be able to look into a mirror again.

Before he knew it, he was crying again and the carpet was littered with tear-shaped pearls.

Áo Bĭng felt embarrassed; he hated it, when he cried pearls instead of normal tears, but it wasn't something he could control. His father had told him, that this was an extremely rare and coveted ability; but to Áo Bĭng himself it was more of a curse. During his youth many people had purposefully made him cry hoping to squeeze those precious gems out of him. Later he had learned to steel his heart to protect himself against this exploitation, but that didn't always work.

Sūn Wùkōng had been right. Áo Bĭng really couldn't handle this. He should have waited until tomorrow to hear these news, like the Monkey King had said.

“Can I interest you in some Dragon Tear Pearls? Super rare and precious, but free of charge!”, he offered cynically, which got him aghast looks from the other three.

Èrláng Shén's frown was the deepest. “Áo Bĭng, no. We're not going to exploit you.”

Áo Bĭng turned his gaze towards the Monkey King.

But the macaque was also frowning. “Don't give me that look, buddy. You think I achieved Buddhahood by being greedy enough to make people cry on purpose just for a few pearls? Yeah, no. Ain't no way I'm gonna be that kinda scumbag.”

With a wave of his hand, the tear pearls flew into the air, formed a small pile and slowly landed on the table.

Èrláng nodded at his husband. “Thank you, Wùkōng. Well, I suggest we decide what to do with these tomorrow. It is indeed getting late and even if we get no sleep, it's best we call it a day. And Áo Bĭng?”

“Hm?”

“It's not your fault.”

“… How can you all say that?”

“You feel that it is, don't you? Feel like you shouldn't have told your father the truth about your relationship, that it would have been better to keep your mouth shut, when he told you he wanted to set you up with someone you don't love and who might not even treat you well? Do you feel like that would have been a small price to pay in comparison to how your father reacted to your engagement? Do you feel like you must have been born under an unlucky star, because it seems like people keep getting hurt around you? Do you wish you had never been born?”

The three-eyed god had hit the nail on its head and Áo Bĭng felt like he was suffocating.

“Yes!”, he choked. “Yes … yes … yes!”

Èrláng put a hand on his shoulder and said sombrely: “I know. I know how suffocating and painful it is to blame yourself for everything, regardless of whether it was actually your fault or not. I'm familiar with the sinister voice in your head telling you the world would be better off without you. But I will tell you this as much as you need to hear it: you are not to blame. It's not your fault your father suddenly decided to cause a deadly natural disaster. In addition, I also don't really believe that you falling for the wrong person even was what made him angry enough to murder hundred thousands of mortals. I don't remember him ever caring about them either. Dare I say it, you might not even have been killed, had your father not developed such a mad craving for human flesh 3100 years ago.”²

Áo Bĭng glared half-heartedly, but the older god's statement wasn't entirely wrong. Not that he would admit that.

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1) Yes, he would.

2) While the Chinese Dragon (Lóng) is mostly regarded as a symbol of wisdom, benevolence and prosperity; there are quite a few stories of dragons wreaking havoc and eating humans. In the Fengshen Yanyi, Áo Guāng is such a character, demanding sacrifices in exchange for rain (to be fair though, the novel says nothing about it being human child sacrifices).

I would like to reiterate, that there has been no deadly earthquake and tsunami in the East China Sea! I made it up for this fic, after watching too many natural disaster documentaries! The 2008 Sichuan Earthquake is very much real, however, and it killed somewhere between 60 000 and 87 000 people.

[icanbeyourgenie]

“ Look at me in the eyes. This never happened, alright? You stumble on the changeling and he was already dead. Now you go back to your chamber and you clean yourself until all the blood on you disappeared, understood? ” Miakoda hypnotizing Nathaniel

Nathaniel had never been so confused. His head went blank as his feet started moving. He knew he had to go back to his room, so he did. Why? He couldn't say. He just needed to go to his room.

This place was a maze, he had hated it since the first day. Now that his mind was all mushy, he hated it even more. It took him half an hour to find his room in his state, but he finally did. And now the door didn't want to bulge. He hept trying to open it, unsuccessfully. What was happening? He didn't know. All he knew was that he had to go to his room, but the door didn't get the memo.

Finally, the door opened. Actually, it was opened. Nathaniel furrowed his brows. His mind was gone, but he would recognize Achilles everywhere.

“Why are you in my room?” He asked, confused.

“I'm.....not?” Achilles replied, equally confused. “This is my room. You kept trying to break in. Are you hurt?”

“No.”

“You're sure? You seem... weird. And you have blood on you.”

“Oh, that.” Nathaniel touched the blood on his lips, and realized it was also all over his shirt and pants. He was covered in it. “It never happened.”

He simply repeated Miakoda's words, believing them to be true, and Achilles was officially worried.

“Are you sure it's not my room?” Nathaniel asked.

“.. Yes.”

“Oh. Well then, I have to leave. I need to go back to my room.” Nate answered, already turning away, but Achilles grabbed his arm.

“No, wait! This is your room.”

“But you said—”

“Why don't you come on in?” Achilles cut. “I'll help you clean up.”

“Clean up what?”

Nathaniel asked, but he still came in. And he let Achilles lead him to a sink and start cleaning the blood on him. He even obeyed when the doctor gave him new clothes to change into. It felt nice, familiar, warm. The scent of his clothes was intoxicating and it reminded Nate of all the times he wore Achilles' shirt in the past. It's been more than 2 centuries now that he didn't find him, but he couldn't forget his scent. And now everything felt wrong because Achilles still didn't remember him after two weeks at court, and even if he did they were technically broken up, and there was Xanthe in the picture, and Nate's brain was all mushy and he felt so, so tired. Before he could stop himself, he put his forehead on Achilles' shoulder, forcing the doctor to stop examining him for possible injuries.

Achilles' muscle memory took over because he immediately held him close. Then he realized what he'd done because he dropped his hand, and Nate didn't like it at all.

“Your Majesty, are you okay? Should I call one of your siblings?”

Nathaniel chuckled but didn't move. “I've been meaning to tell you: You can't call me 'Your Majesty'. That title is reserved for the king or queen. It can also apply to the crown prince, but that would be Malachai, not me.”

“Oh. And what should I call you then?”

“My name would be fine.” Nate answered. He didn't like Achilles being formal with him, not at all. Achilles had always been familiar with him, even on the night they met. Sure he had never known that Nathaniel was a prince back then, but it was better that way. Nate wanted to go back to how things were when they met outside of court. But he also knew that having a commoner doctor call him by his name in public would raise questions, so he added: “But I should probably tell you to use 'Your highness' or 'my lord' in public.”

“And when were you going to tell me about the protocol break I committed on a daily basis?”

Nate smiled. His head rested on the crook of Achilles' neck now, but the half-blood didn't. protest. “Mal wanted to tell you the first time, but I found it cute so I stopped him.”

“From now on I will only trust your brother then.” Achilles joked.

“You shouldn't, he doesn't like you very much.”

“I figured. What is that about? I didn't do anything to him.”

“Ignore it. He's just Malachai. Sometimes he thinks the whole world is after us. So he's a bit overprotective. It's just...”

Nathaniel didn't finish his sentence. His head started to hurt and he grunted a bit, which alarmed Achilles who put a hand in the back of his head.

“Are you sure you're ok?”

“I am. It's just my head, I feel... I feel like I'm forgetting something. Something important.”

Achilles hesitated a second. “I could... maybe help with that.”

Nate knew he could, but he didn't want to move from this place. “Could you stay?”

“Stay?”

“Yes. Stay here, in my room. I don't want to be alone tonight.”

Truth is he wanted to be with him of all people, but he couldn't say it yet. Achilles smiled when he realized Nate still believed it was his room.

“I can't say no to a prince, can I?”

“You could tell me anything you want.”

Achilles' breathe caught in his throat and Nathaniel chose this moment to put his arm around Achilles' waist and bring him closer.

“Stay.” He pleaded. “I know for a fact that my bed is more comfortable than yours, and I get served the best breakfasts. You love breakfasts, right Doc? Most important meal of the day and all..”

Nathaniel truly wanted him to stay, he had missed him for so long now. So when Achilles finally said yes, he relaxed so much that he eventually fell asleep there, his head still on Achilles' neck. He wasn't aware that Achilles led him to sleep in his bed, and he wasn't aware either that Miakoda was currently facing the high queen's punishment because of his own mistake.

[stateofsope]

i don't know what to call this but i'm angry and stanning legends

Aks me what artist I would choose to see if I could choose any artist, dead or alive – and the answer will always be BTS.

Ask me if I’d rather see Taylor Swift live or any other artist you can think of – and the answer will always be Taylor.

No, I’m not choosing Michael Jackson or The Beatles or ACDC or I don’t know who. I don’t like them, okay? I don’t care about seeing them live. If this is your decision, then I’m happy for you. But there’s also nothing wrong about my answers. There’s nothing wrong about liking Taylor Swift and BTS.

Are they fucking mainstream, and literally everyone wants to see them live? Yes, and you know what? I’m so fucking proud of them for that. I stan legends and legends only – I don’t care that you define legends differently or can’t see that they are living legends.

I’m so fucking tired of people trying to tell me that the things I like aren’t what I should be liking. I’m so tired – because guess what, this is my life. I can decide for myself who I like and don’t like.

The funny thing is, I don’t rub it into your face who I don’t like. Especially if it’s someone you like, because I’m a person who cares about others feelings and doesn’t want to hurt others. Are you?

When I was a teenager, I was obsessed with the Jonas Brothers and Twilight. Wasn’t correct either. Wanna know what I started doing? I stopped talking about the things that were important to me. When people asked me what kind of music I liked, I would say, I like something of everything – which was a blunt ass lie. Because I was always a pop-girlie (ups, sorry that isn’t up to your standards). I was always the girl who likes the cheesy as novels and movies that make you cringe.

Yeah, yeah, I had my superhero phase and I still like some of that stuff and I’m a nerd – who would have guessed – but I’d rather be watching Barbie, sorry, not sorry.

It’s so fucking sad, when you think about it, isn’t it? I’m a fangirl. Fangirls love the things they are enthusiastic about passionately. There’re literally psychologists who say it’s good for your mental health. Hm, but mental health isn’t important if it comes to something that makes you feel cringe, isn’t it?

But I stopped talking about the things I like. I would keep it lowkey, I would only talk with my friends on the internet about it – if I talked about something I liked with someone else, I’d make sure it’s something my opposite likes too, because I didn’t want them to feel like I’m too much.

Honestly, hope you hate yourself a little bit for making me like this.

It took me many years to finally change this.

Even when I started liking Taylor, I would hide it. I would not tell people, because Swifties are on everyone’s hate-list. I got to see her live during 1989 tour, but there was no happiness for me from others, no enthusiasm, so my brain turned it into a night to forget and not a night to remember. You proud of yourself?

It took me until finding BTS, until finally being surrounded by people who are like me, who don’t judge you for what you like, but are genuinely interested, to finally start talking about the things I like again. (I mean outside the internet, obviously.)

Do I sometimes worry that I might be annoying my family or friends because I’m talking about BTS again? Yeah, but it’s okay. Because they saved me, because I wouldn’t be who I am without them.

Taylor did the same thing for me, but I never got to talk about it. Now, I talk about it.

I’m so unapologetically happy about the fact that I get to see her not once but fucking TWICE (choke on it) during the Eras tour and that I get to share this experience with my sister. She’s a big part of why I’m sick of keeping quite too. If I must watch her become quite the same why I did, I think I would just die. I couldn’t make it. I need her to be loud about the things that she likes – yes, I will sit there and let her tell me about her horses for hours, even if I have no interests in them, because she likes it and I love her, and nothing is every making me happier than her being happy.

So yes, I’m so sorry if I’m not giving you the answers you’d like to hear to your questions. I’m sorry I will tell you to shut up when you want to tell me how annoying it is that Taylor was shown for THREE FUCKING SECONDS during a stupid football game – but do you hear me telling you that football is stupid? No. Because I know you like it, so I will keep my mouth shut. You should try it sometime.

And if you ask me again what artists, dead or alive, I would do everything for to see them live and my answer is BTS? Do me a favor and ask me why – or if you don’t want to hear my hour-long rant about how amazing they are, just fucking google it.

I promise you, they are bigger than whatever artist you thought about. Just because you saved them in your mind as “some k-pop boys,” doesn’t mean they aren’t literal legends. (Like, just look up their discography and laugh at yourself for calling them pop.)

Same goes for Taylor, because I laugh if you tell me that old-ass band fills that stadium (80k people) and her stadium has less seats – does it scare you, that she’s filling that smaller but still holds 70k stadium three nights in a row and has filled venues with more than 96k seats for several nights? Is it scaring you every of her 152 concerts of just one tour are sold out or that she can drop the entire concert in the middle of tour as a movie and people are still begging her for more concerts, because they want to see her live so desperately?

Just let me stan my living legends and cry about you don’t liking things that are generally more liked by woman in some corner and don’t bring it to my table. I’m not gonna argue with you anymore. I’m not gonna be quite anymore. I’m not a kid anymore, you’re not intimidating to me anymore – you’re just like all other men. Choke on that if you want.

[asshlyyyy]

Just The Nurse

Series Warnings: Language, Drug abuse, mentions of abuse, mentions of drugs. Colonel not liking the reader, probably some medical terms are incorrect, mentions of Elvis' potential death, health terms, health issues, yelling, fighting. Spelling and grammatical errors are likely. Individual chapter warnings will appear as needed.

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Chapter 3: Unchained Melody

"I need the goddamn pills!" Elvis yelled, his face red as he looked at you through the mirror.

"No, you don't! Just calm down!" You argued with him. The two of you stood in his hotel bathroom. His hands on the counter, knuckles turned white from the tight grip.

"How the hell am I supposed to go on stage like this?!" He argued and looked back at you. He already had sweat dripping down his forehead. You let out a sigh and rubbed your face. Every time he went to perform a concert, he always got like this. Well, for the most part. He wanted to make sure he put on an amazing show, and you knew that his stress and anger were fueled by the colonel.

"Calm down will ya! Just stop! Listen to me!" You begged him.

"I am sick and tired of listenin' to ya! I should just go to Dr. Nic." He shook his head.

"Don't you fucking dare. I will jump on you." You warned him. You moved your body away from the door frame, just in case you would have to.

"Do it I'll fuckin' throw ya on the floor." He sucked in a breath. 

"You're just stressed! You're going to be amazing! You're fucking Elvis Presley!" You raised your voice.

"Damn right I am, you should be listin' to me, not the other way around!"

"I don't want to listen to anything that comes out of your mouth! Because all it is... it's whining! Every single bit!" You were now just angry at him at this point. He clenched his fist and looked at you. There was no way you were going to let him relapse. Not under your watch.  He reached his hand up as to hit you, but instead, he reached into his belt and pulled out the gun, and shot it at the mirror. You let out a light squeal and shielded yourself.

"Jesus Christ, Elvis! The hell are you tryin' to do! You're going to alert everyone!" You yelled at him.

"Just get me some pill-"

You didn't know what came over you, but you slapped him... and you slapped him hard... He looked at you and it's like everything inside him was lit on fire. He grabbed hold of your wrist, it wasn't a hard grip, but it was something.

"I-I'm sorry y-you- you just- I'm sorry." You struggled to say. Elvis let out a sigh and shook his head. He let go of your wrist after a bit and walked past you towards the couch. He plopped down and placed his head in his hands. You took a moment to yourself to process everything... You then walked over towards him. You took a seat next to him and brought your feet up to your chest.

"You're nervous... and... you're mad at yourself for that." You started to speak and looked over at him. "You want pills to forget about that worry. To calm your nerves. They don't do that," you shook your head. He lifted his head and looked at you.

"You think they're the answer to everything... so... you keep drowning them... every day... every hour... you want the pain to leave. To go out on stage and put on one hell of a show... Do- … Do you know how my brother got in a coma?" He shook his head no. That was a silly question to ask... of course, he wouldn't know.

"He was nervous. He got nervous a lot... asking someone out... going for a job interview... He got nervous about everything... I gave him something to help. It was one little pill... but that's all it takes. When I wasn't looking... he kept digging for more... and once that high ran out... he went for more... and more... and more... I blame myself every single day since I found him passed out.  He blames himself... I blame myself... but... Elvis... I- I don't know what I would do if I found you passed out... I- or even dead..." You found yourself starting to tear up.

"I mean... I'm here to save you and..." you shook your head. "I wouldn't know how to feel. Not to mention all the hate I would get... People would blame me... People would definitely send me death threats... and I-" You felt an arm wrap around you and soon you were engulfed in Elvis' chest. You let out a shaky breath and gripped his shirt lightly.

"I ain' gonna die, honey. Especially when you're watchin' out for me." He spoke gently.  He ran his hand against your back gently. A knock broke you guys out of your sentimental moment, and a voice piped up.

"Mr. Presley, you're on soon." 

"They always bother me at the worse times." He sighed and looked at you with his beautiful eyes. 

"Always seems like it," you let out a light chuckle and shook your head.

"I should get down there before they think I ran." Elvis kissed the side of your head. You nodded slightly and pulled away. 

"Yeah... yeah..." You stood up and fixed your shirt. "Come on then." You wiped away the few stray tears that ran down your face.

Elvis stood up and held his hand against the small of your back. The two of your made it out of his room and down to the showroom. It didn't take long until you guys were at the edge of the stage. Elvis looked at you before he had to go on stage. He knew it was still on your mind. It was his fault, it's all his fault. His anger issues... everything really.

"I'll have ya on my mind the whole time," Elvis said and pressed a kiss to your cheek. He pulled away and left you astonished as he walked onto the stage. Did that really just happen? I mean... obviously, something happened.

Maybe he was just being nice? He didn't like you in general, there was no way he would like you... like as a romantic partner... You were lost for words really. All you guys did was fight, and fight. Sure you had some moments where things were calm and maybe you thought something was there... but...

It's been half a year now since you stepped into Graceland. While Elvis has pretty much accepted that there was no way to get rid of you... there were still moments where you two argued and he would break shit. I think that's when you got the most scared. He did get violent but he would... never hurt you. You didn't know how long you were standing there until you heard Elvis change up directions.

"I Uh- heh- I want to dedicate this next song to someone very special to me. She's uh- She's a pain in the ass," he chuckled lightly, "her name is Y/n." You looked out towards the stage and watched as he moved over the piano. What was he doing... and why? He's going too far now. Is he proclaiming his love for you? What the hell was happening right now? He is dedicating a song to you. What... is... happening!?

"This song is not my song... Uh- it's by the righteous brothers. I hope y'all enjoy it."

You didn't know why, but you wanted to sink down. You wanted to disappear. You felt so many things. Embarrassment yes, but you felt flattered. How many songs did he dedicate to people in his life? Okay, don't answer that. You didn't want to know. You wanted to live in a world where you were the only one. 

"Oh, my love, my darling. I've hungered for your touch. A long, lonely time. And time goes by so slowly. And time can do so much. Are you still mine? I need your love. I need your love. God speed your love to me"

Part of you wanted to cry. Part of you wanted to run away. You couldn't fall in love with your patient... he wasn't really a patient... technically... but you were his caregiver... For the most part. It was wrong to love someone whom you took care of... This was your job... Just a job... it's just a job.

"Lonely rivers flow. To the sea, to the sea. To the open arms of the sea. Lonely rivers cry... wait for me, wait for me. I'll be coming home, wait for me."

His blue eyes found yours from across the stage. It was like no one else was there but you... he was singing to you... for you... with you in his mind. It's like whatever happened earlier changed something in him, but... he's fallen for you way before that... you just didn't know.

"Oh, my love, my darling. I've hungered for your touch... a long, lonely time. I need your love. I need your love. God speed your love to me"

Chills ran all over your body. Goosebumps laid across your bare skin. Your own eyes were locked onto his. It was like... it was like a serenade really. Something you never imagined to ever receive. Hell, you weren't even married at this time and you were in your thirties. Yeah... Most girls your age were married... had some kids even... yet here you were. Standing backstage staring back at Elvis Presley.

"Miss. Y/l/n," you turned your head to the sound. Colonel Tom Parker stood behind you. He held a wicked grin and you knew it meant something bad. Ever since you first met him... you felt that there was something sketchy about him, and it wasn't that he was just mistreating Elvis. 

"Yes?" You asked with a sweet voice.

"I'd like to talk to you for a moment." He said like he wasn't already talking to you.

"Then talk," you replied simply. You couldn't hear much of what he was saying, and you wanted to keep it that way.

"Let's go somewhere quieter." He suggested, holding his cane out towards the hallway.

"Whatever you have to say, you can tell me right here." You said Ever since you saw him and Dr. Nic trying to give Elvis pills... you always had this feeling that... that they would do something. Put something in his water... put something in his food... You just didn't trust them at all. It's like they wanted complete control over him... Well... that- or they wanted to kill him.

"Well, it's just a bit too loud... Can't exactly hear each other." He chuckled lightly. You shook your head and just figured it was best to get it over with.

"You have five minutes," you stated and started to walk down the hallway. You too walked into a small room that was most likely used for storage. The Colonel found a free space and took it upon himself to sit down. He looked at you.

"Now, I know something about you Miss Y/l/n." He started to speak. You looked at him confused. "I know you aren't who you say you are."

"What are you trying to say?" You looked at him with a raised eyebrow, arms folded across your chest.

"I know Vernon hired you to try... and 'save' Elvis. It would be a shame if word got out that you killed your brother with your... medications... the same ones you're giving Elvis."

"I didn't kill my brother. He's alive." You got even more confused with every word that came out of his mouth. 

"Are you sure about that?" He raised his eyebrow. This man- what is he- what is even happening? This whole night is just a big whole mess of~ You didn't even know what to call it. 

"Don't try and lie to me. I know my brother is alive, so whatever lies you try to tell me... I'm not listening." You shook your head. You couldn't believe that he would try to pull something like this... well... it didn't shock you much.

"You will... When you look at those headlines... Y/n Y/l/n... Elvis' personal nurse is killing him." He spoke. You just shook your head in response.

"You're the one killing Elvis" You spat back. You couldn't believe that he was blaming you, you were trying to save him after all.

"That's not what the papers will say if you don't leave."

"So what you're threatening me now?" You let out a laugh and shook your head.

"I'm ruining your career, sweetheart, now leave before someone comes and kills you." He spoke. You let out a breath and shook your head.

You didn't want to believe him, but you knew he would do it. You didn't want to leave Elvis... but you knew you had to. You let out a sigh and turned on your heel and walked away. 

It didn't matter how long you've known Elvis. You've felt like you've known him for years... Back when he was just getting started with Music you were in school. You were extremely lucky and fortunate to be able to go to school. Your family wasn't rich... so... school wasn't exactly in mind for you.

You knew who Elvis was the moment his first single gave out. All your friends were talking and playing it. Then on breaks when you would go home... Your sister was playing it. You never escaped Elvis... It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but... 

You made your way through the white walls. People rushed around, loud and yelling. Your heart was falling at this moment. It felt like it left your body knowing that... that you had to leave. You knew the colonel had power... He could turn your career into shit overnight. Worse... you knew somehow... somehow... he would get to your family. Kill your brother.

You made your way up to the room that you and Elvis shared. Elvis didn't want you far away from him, knowing how bad he got around the time he had a show... show he wanted you close. Always close to him. It's crazy how much can change between two people when you spend every waking second next to each other.

Truth be told... you were scared. His words kept getting to you... the death threats... someone would kill you... It wasn't the case with Elvis when he received death threats and could handle it. You... You were just a normal simple girl...You never feared for your life when you were with Elvis... but now you felt trapped. Stay for love... or leave for safety? 

I Can't Help Falling In Love With You... a song Elvis ended with for his fans, but the more he sang it... the more he sang it about you. He felt like a fool falling so quickly for someone after his divorce. You were everything though... You took care of him like no one ever did... well... at least since his mama died.

As he finished off the song and gave his fans one last look. He rushed off stage to find you. All he wanted to do was hold your face in his hands and kiss you, but when he didn't see you... and instead saw the Colonel he knew something was up. You were always there, no matter what. You made sure of that. 

"Where's Y/n?" Elvis asked, his eyes not bothering to look at Colonel

"She's packing up and leaving." The colonel answered. That made Elvis shoot his head in the Colonel's direction. There was no way you were leaving him... right?

"What? Why?" He asked.

"Well-"

"Actually, I don't want to hear your lies." Elvis shook his head and started to rush his way up to his room. You guys were all the way in Elvis, there was nowhere for you to go. Let alone any way to get home without him. No... he wouldn't let you leave... Especially not when he was about to proclaim his love for you.

As he waited impatiently in the elevator, he rushed out once it had reached his floor. He pushed open the door and you came into his sight. Body hunched over your bag as you furiously and sadly stuffed clothes in, not bothering to fold them. He could hear you sniffling and wiping away tears the moment he walked in.

"Honey," You turned at his voice and wiped away a few tears.

"I have to go, Elvis." Your voice was soft and fragile... like at any moment you could break.

"Why? And don' lie to me either." He walked closer to you. You let out a sigh and gripped the dress in your hands. You were sure you were wrinkling it up from your grip.

"Because Colonel threatened to tell everyone the truth." You breathed out.

"That truth? Ain' no one gonna care you're ma nurse." Elvis answered confused. 

"They will when he says I killed my brother! And that I'm going to kill you next!" You bursted out as tears started to fall. Elvis didn't know what to say. Elvis let out a breath and pulled you away from the luggage, and into him. You let out a sob and pressed your face up against his chest. Arms wrapped around him tightly, gripping the back of his top. You didn't want to leave, you wanted to stay with Elvis. 

"I won' let him." Elvis spoke softly. You just shook your head in response. "He can' just go be-" he stopped himself and sighed. The colonel did go behind Elvis' back and he knew that.

"I have to leave... I-I don't want people to think I'm killing you. I-" you start to whimper. Elvis lifts his finger under your chin and pushes your head up to look at him.

"Darlin', you're not leaving."

"B-but I have to..."

"No, you don't." He pressed his hands against your cheeks and caressed them lightly. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and sighed.

"If he says somethin' I'll talk against it. People will believe me more than, that conman." He spoke. Your bottom lip quivered as you tried to calm down, but you still worried about what would happen if you stayed.

"E-Elvis... I-"

Elvis pushed his lips upon yours. Your eyes widened at first, but you fell into it. Your tight grip releases into a relaxed hold... You pushed yourself up on your tippy toes and leaned into the touch. His lips... were well... They were rough, chapped... tasted like sweat... but... there was a strange feeling that you got. A good feeling. An absolutely amazing feeling.

"I love you," Elvis mumbled against your lips.

"Wh- What?" You looked at him confused. He nodded and pulled his face away. "I sound like a fool," he chuckled lightly, "a real fool."

"Yeah," you chuckled lightly and shook your head. You pulled away slightly but Elvis still held a grip on you.

"I didn't scare ya, did I?"

"Well, I've seen a lot of your outbursts, Mr. Presley. Saying you love me doesn't change anything"

"Wel.. uh... I don't mean to be pushy or anything b-"

"I love you, too." You said softly. It sounded crazy coming out of your mouth. Sure you were conflicting with yourself all day about it... but... when the time came to it... you said it without a second thought.

"No shit-"

"I was actually just thinking about it... Do I stay for love? or leave for safety..." you confessed and played with the collar of his top.

"Stay, you can have both." Elvis breathed against your neck, pressing a light kiss to it. "I'll protect you."

"But the col-"

"He's fired-"

"Elvis y-"

"No, I'm not riskin' it again." Elvis shook his head, "I fucked up with Priscilla, I'm not fuckin' up with you."

You don't know how, but you forgot all about Priscilla... which is weird considering you'll be there between exchanges. You noticed how sad he was every time... he really missed Priscilla yet... here he was talking to you, about how much he loved you. Maybe this was okay... maybe... just maybe you two can be together.

"Elvis... I-"

"Shh, no thoughts... just you and me." He takes your hand, pulling you along with him. You knew where he was taking you... and you were completely fine with that.

Elvis pushed you down onto the bed and waved his finger up and down. You knew what he meant.  Your hands shook so much you struggled to grip your shirt. Elvis laughed at your struggles and shook his head. You must've looked like a fool... but in his eyes... you were an angel.

"Relax darlin', I ain' gonna hurt you." He said gently, still getting out of his clothes. You shook your head.

"Just feeling a lot of things right now..." You admitted. Elvis leaned down and took your hands in his.

"Forget them all, I'm gonna make ya feel loved, and far beyond." He whispered and pressed his lips against yours.

You breathed heavily as Elvis plopped down next to you. His hand still enclasped in yours. Is this was love felt like? That warm bubbly feeling in your stomach? The same one that made your heart flutter every time you looked at him. You hated that you loved this man, but god... you were... you were so happy.

"You're so beautiful," Elvis whispered gently.

"Should you be telling your nurse that?" You raised an eyebrow at him as a slight smirk tugged at your lips.

"No, but I can tell my future wife that." He winked and left you breathless at your own game.

Did you die? This had to be a cruel joke right? All of it... It... It just didn't make sense. There was no way Elvis actually... he didn't love you... how could he? It just- It didn't add up. You don't fall in love that quick...  Well... usually, yet here you were. Totally head over heels for the man who swore he wanted nothing to do with you.

Funny how things change.

Beep...

Beep...

Beep

Beep

Beep

You let out a loud gasp and jerked forward. Your eyes searched around you frantically trying to figure out where you were. Your hands gripped the sheets as you felt intense pain entering your body. You could barely make out the intensified beeping in the background as voices yelled around you.

The walls were white...? Where were you? You were certainly not back at the hotel room where you and Elvis were... just a second ago. Where was Elvis?

"Doctor! She's awake!"

Who was awake? Why is there a doctor? Someone needs to talk—

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