#im being so brave trying to stay up until like 9 so i can pass out and have a regular timed night sleep

[transmechanicus]

I'm such a girl who is sleep deprived <3

[phagodyke]

there's an artist I rly like not naming names but one of their ocs looks EXACTLY like [redacted person ik irl] and it always makes me double take whenever they draw them bc for a second im always like ohhh.. that's them..... but they wouldn't do that... it makes me feel soo strange

[jay4firefic]

so i know you’re probably not gonna check this soon but i just found out i didn’t get accepted in med school and im a little sad so if you could write some kelly x buck fluff i’d really appreciate it shdhhfs

Anon I am so sorry, I can't even imagine how much that must suck. I hope this bit of Buck and Kelly's first Christmas from Grow As We Go, the next installment of Chicago: 9-1-1, helps distract you for a little while. (also, I don't know if you're a dog person, but just in case I've included a picture of my brand new puppy Donut at the end)

The smell of bacon and coffee finally pull Buck out of a deep, dreamless sleep, hours later than he usually wakes up. Not that it’s possible to tell time from the muted gray light filtering through the floor to ceiling windows, dulled by heavy clouds and fat, perfect snowflakes that stick against the glass before melting. For once the stupidly huge converted warehouse is warm enough that Buck doesn’t shiver when he stretches and throws back the down comforter, though he still pulls a pair of wool socks from the bedside drawer - put there just for him, when Kelly got sick of hearing him whine about having cold feet - and slips his feet into them before daring to step on the always-freezing concrete floor.

The clock beside the bed catches Buck’s attention. It’s ten, the latest he’s slept in months. Ten in the morning on December 25th, in a warm apartment, with the smell of bacon and the hum of soft music drifting in from the next room, and Buck realizes suddenly that this is the first time he hasn’t woken up alone on Christmas since - maybe since Maddie stopped coming home for the holidays nearly a decade ago. He’s distantly aware that he should probably be sad about that fact. A normal person would be sad about that, right? But mostly Buck just feels warm, and sleepy, and hungry enough that he finally levers himself out of bed and pulls on a faded CFD sweatshirt of unknown provenance.

As soon as he opens the bedroom door, Kelly looks up from the stove and smiles over his shoulder. His hair - longer now, at Buck’s request - is still ruffled from sleep, and he’s either brave or stupid enough to be cooking bacon shirtless, wearing only a pair of sweatpants that pool around his feet in a telltale sign they actually belong to Buck. Kelly nods toward the full coffee pot where it sits beside a steaming waffle iron before turning back to the stove, but Buck bypasses it in favor of sidling up to Kelly and sliding his arms around him from behind.

“Thought I dreamed you,” Buck says, his voice still sleep-rough. He nuzzles the side of Kelly’s neck, smiles into the kiss he presses there when the faintest shiver ripples through the other man, then hooks his chin over Kelly’s shoulder and peers down at the stove.

“Do you dream of me often?” Kelly asks as he reaches out to pull a waffle from the iron and pour another cup of batter into it.

Buck is glad that Kelly can’t see his flush staining his cheeks in this position, because the answer is a resounding yes, but the dreams don’t usually involve Kelly waking him up and half-carrying him to bed solely for the purpose of sleeping like he did last night. “No comment. Don’t burn the bacon.”

Kelly laughs but lets it go, letting himself be pulled into the rhythm of a now familiar argument. “I like it burned.”

“You only like it burned because you can’t cook it any other way.” Buck waits until Kelly is distracted by the waffle maker again to steal the tongs off of the counter beside the stove and reach around him to grab half the bacon out of the pan while it’s still perfectly crispy and uncharred. In response Kelly grumbles and takes the tongs back before shrugging Buck off and shooing him away.

“Stop complaining and eat your waffles.”

So Buck does, filling two oversized mugs of coffee - black, two sugars for Kelly, an endless pour of sugar for himself to make it thick and sweet - before snagging a stack of waffles from beneath the dish towel keeping them warm. There’s already syrup and butter and a can of whipped cream sitting on the bar in front of Buck’s favorite stool, the one that sits right over a heating vent so that he can hook his feet around its legs and warm his frozen toes. Even with no time to plan Kelly has thought of everything. And unlike the rest of his mediocre-if-edible cooking, the waffles are fluffy and amazing like always.

Buck groans around the first bite, then demolishes the rest of his plate without another sound except the scrape of utensils. He only looks up when Kelly slides another waffle onto his plate and settles onto the stool next to him, sitting close enough that their shoulders brush and their elbows bump as he cuts into his own breakfast.

“Merry Christmas,” Kelly mumbles like an afterthought around a mouthful of bacon.

“Merry Christmas,” Buck echoes. He looks down at the remains of his breakfast, then at the man beside him - the man who offered him a place to stay and then drove home in the middle of the night, in a snowstorm, without being asked, to make sure he was alright. Who made him coffee and cooked his favorite breakfast and turned the heat up too high just to keep Buck warm and-- Buck swallows the lump in his throat that feels like I love you and instead says, “This might be the best Christmas ever.”

But maybe that was the wrong thing to say, too, because Kelly pauses with his coffee halfway to his mouth and looks at him with furrowed brows. “Ev, your apartment flooded and you spent half the night passed out on my floor after trying to salvage your books.”

“Yeah.” Buck shrugs one shoulder, glances over it to see that his books are still scattered on the floor like a constellation around the humming space heater. Kelly must have left it on despite turning on the vents. He looks back at Kelly with a smile. “But I had Christmas dinner with the Herrmanns before it did, and I knew I had somewhere to go even before I asked you, and you made my favorite food. You know what my favorite food is. I’ve...never had that before.”

A shadow passes over Kelly’s face, there and gone before Buck can decipher it, and he leans in for a sticky, syrup flavored kiss. When they break apart Kelly briefly rests their foreheads together and Buck goes cross-eyed looking at his soft smile. “You always have a place to go now, okay? You never have to ask, and you can stay as long as you want.”

[jiminshoney]

Where You Belong (Part 3)

Word Count: 10,773

Warnings: language, cheating, brief mentions of black mirror’s black museum episode (spoiler ig if you haven't seen it?), a cliffhanger, and angst but you knew that

[ tumblrs a jack*ss and links are broken, pls check my blog to catch up on the first three parts ]

Your body betrays you by waking you up agonizingly early, before your alarm has rung and before the sun has even had a chance to rise. The glaring numbers on your phone reveal that it’s barely 5 AM. You groan into the cushions beneath you, frustrated because you have to be at work in three hours and you were just robbed of a potentially meaningful last hour of sleep.

Opening a single eye to look back at the device’s bright screen, you can’t ignore the top notifications which continue to blink and beg for your attention. 15 missed calls and a somewhat impressive 28 unread texts all from Jungkook. It’s more than he sent in the month alone.

Your first thought is to ignore them, you want to ignore him, it’s too early to even think about processing what he has to say or replaying last night’s events. A sharp pain spreads through your chest, stretching until it meets your rib cage where there lies an almost forgotten void. There’s always those few seconds the morning after something terrible has happened, a moment of ignorant bliss, until your mind and heart remember and everything hurts again. The ache reminds you why last night went the way it did.

You don’t know that you can handle whatever he has to say, though you are curious...

Curious if someone who’s still in love and terrified of losing their girlfriend sends 28 texts and calls 15 times. Is that what it meant? Was he scared, desperate, remorseful? Or did he only offer a pathetic apology in twenty-something streams of the word sorry?

Driven by curiosity, you press a thumb to unlock your phone and open all the unread messages from last night.

From: jungkook♥ [5:19 PM]

Y/N

Can we please talk about this?

can you jus t come back please??

From: jungkook♥ [5:21 PM]

hello?

Y/N please answer

From: jungkook♥ [5:22 PM]

please pplease please

From: jungkook♥ [5:27 PM]

Where did you go

????

Im outside just tell me where you are

From: jungkook♥ [5:30 PM]

If not can tou answer?

Please answer the phone

From: jungkook♥ [5:32 PM]

fuck

Hello? Where did you go

Tell me where you are

From: jungkook♥ [5:33 PM]

Its fine if you decide to hate me for the rest of your life btu let me talk to yo about this first

Just give me a chance to explain everything

I mean there is no excuse but i wanna talk about this

From: jungkook♥ [5:35 PM]

pick up!!

From: jungkook♥ [5:37 PM]

I am begging you rn justsay something

Im outside, Please?

From: jungkook♥ [5:40 PM]

If its too soon i get it just  let me see you for a second

If its too soon just tell me

but atleast tell m where you are?

From: jungkook♥ [5:45 PM]

Do you want the apartment? I’ll leave nd get a hotel

From: jungkook♥ [5:50 PM]

???

ffs just let me know you’re safe ok?

Please thats it

From: jungkook♥ [9:36 PM]

I love you y/n. Whenever you see this, you don’t have to call me back jus let me know that you’re somewhere safe alright?

  “You love me? Right.” After a click of your tongue you chuck the phone back onto the table. Out of sight, out of mind, you think with a throw of the blanket over your head.

His messages didn’t offer any relief, all they’ve done is overwhelm and mildly irritate you because he acts as if you at least owe him the status of your location and quite frankly- you don’t owe him shit.

How dare he act worried about you and have the nerve to type out that disingenuous four-letter word like- I know you just found out my coworker sucked my dick but goodnight, love you. The audacity! Why should you have to tell him where you ran off to when he cheated on you and hid it for a week? Oh so well, as one may add, because there hadn’t been a sliver of suspicion. Had Taehyung not even been a factor, would he have ever told you? It’s unlikely and no one will ever know. It’s possible that he may have after much much time had passed, so maybe you’ll possibly tell him that you are in the safe confines of someone-who-actually-loves-you’s home… after much much time, of course.

All of this quickly reminds you that you don’t have any of your things. Your hygiene products, clean work clothes, fresh underwear, makeup, etc. You didn’t even have your purse after abruptly leaving your apartment.

A frustrated groan escapes you because now you must figure out how you’ll properly get ready for work the way you normally do. The last thing you wanted was to go back and run into Jungkook. Some days he left bright and early at 5:30 AM and you can take your chances and hope it’s one of those mornings, but it could just as likely be a day he’s decided to sleep in until 8. His app is finished so he shouldn’t have any standing reason to go in early, if not for the fact that he missed nearly a week of work, so he may. The odds were 50/50, it’s better to not risk it.

There’s also the option to call out of work, to stay in and sulk until an hour that he absolutely couldn’t be home, pack all your things and run away to a small town where nobody knows you until things get better. While tempting, you’re realistic and know that you cannot just uproot your life because you’re sad. The mere thought of having to go out and put on a brave face in front of the world today while you felt broken inside was tiring in itself, but sulking seemed exhausting. It wouldn’t make you feel any better, so you might as well go on like it’s any other work day. You could just shower here, pull your hair in a bun, stop at a Target for clothes and other necessities on the way and everything would be fine. At least you’d be able to busy your mind with something other than the fact the love of your life shit on a three year relationship for another woman no less.

-----

Around 9 AM, your work phone rings loudly against the desk. It sends your heart racing into a frenzy because the only person who ever called was your boss, and she only called for impromptu staff meetings or more specifically- to fire someone.

“Y/N~” To your surprise, the lobby receptionist’s voice sings at your pickup.

“Hyerin, good morning!” You smile, thankful that you aren’t losing your job too.

“You have a guest down here waiting for you.”

“What..?”

Your poor heart doesn’t get a chance to relax, there was only person who came to visit you at work. A person who shouldn't be visiting you right now.

“Mhmm! He brought you coffee~!”

“He?” Your jaw clenches, there could be no way. Jungkook could not be ridiculous enough to show up to your job first thing in the morning. He specifically said he understood if it was too soon for you! Why is he doing this?  “I-- tell him I’m not in today!”

“He would know I’m lying!” Her hushed voice scratches against the receiver, tickling your eardrums uncomfortably.

“Then tell him I’m busy.”

“But he’s being so patient,” She says, her once melodious voice becoming sympathetic. “Shall I have him wait a few minutes?”

“Just tell him I don’t wanna see him, okay?”

“Oh but Y/N! I said he brought you coffee! Don’t be impolite and just come down, okay?”

Her end briefly goes silent before the endless dial tone beeps to indicate she’s hung up before you could utter another excuse. You mentally curse her because her greatest quality is that she’s the kindest person on earth, but her worst quality is that she’s the kindest person on earth and can’t tell unwanted guests to go away. In her defense, she doesn’t know that your boyfriend has been unloyal and you have a very valid reason for not wanting to see him.

On the way downstairs you are fully prepared to pour coffee over Jungkook’s head and curse him out for showing up to your place of work uninvited under the current circumstances. It’s disrespectful and he’s crossing a line by being here, you couldn’t wait to send him on his way. He couldn’t force you to talk if you didn’t want to. Though, that reaction would surely cause a scene. You will instead kindly let him know he’s being unprofessional and ask him to leave.

You practice the words again and again, it’s a must in order to not break the moment you face him. After all, the last time you saw him you were a bawling mess with mascara smearing on your fingertips and telling him you hated him while feeling like you might pass out. You couldn’t be the weak one this time.

Walking down the hall from the elevator your heart is still racing but you feel a sense of confidence even if it’s mild and fake, you’re just ready to get it over with. He’s leaning up against the front desk, distracted in a conversation with Hyerin as you approach. Heart thumping, the back of his head becomes clearer, strands of ash brown hair…

Your feet freeze against the marble flooring, “Taehyung?”

He swiftly turns at the sound of your voice, shoulders visibly relaxing when his eyes land on you. “Hey!” He pauses to turn, grabbing two concealed drinks off the edge of the reception desk, and closing the gap as he walks to you. “You left without saying anything.”

You should feel relieved but your mind and body hadn’t aligned, heart still shaken up over thinking he would be someone else. “Y-yea… I’m sorry. I left you a note, it was really early.”

“Oh! My fault, I didn’t see it. I came to make sure you’re okay.” He quirks a brow, letting you know his statement is indeed a question.

Not well given everything that’s happened, but that’s obvious. It wasn’t lunch time yet so it was possible in a few hours you’d be ready to slam your head into a wall but you’ve survived so far.

“I’m fine, Tae.”

His lips fall to an exaggerated frown, he is unconvinced and unimpressed by your attempt to not even sound dry. “How are you really, Y/N?”

You sigh, he would not be Taehyung if he didn’t at least try to get more from you. “Well… I’ve already cried once at my cubicle, I’m wearing $3 concealer that does nothing for the bags under my eyes, I have a minor headache and I just nearly had a heart attack because I thought you were Jungkook but other than that I’m okay, really.”

“You cried?”

You open your mouth to speak but get caught on an answer. Maybe you shouldn’t have slipped that part out not only because it’s embarrassing but now he’d just worry more than you knew he was. But it’s too late and the confession was made.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

A month or so after Jungkook you’d also gotten a job, specifically the one you had now. Like Jungkook it wasn’t at all what you wanted to do. The first few weeks after graduating were hard, all of the places you really wanted to work just weren’t calling back or would immediately send the dreaded thanks but no thanks email. Your mom had forced you to stop being so nit picky and apply wherever you could, passively sending you links to job openings she would spot online herself. Eventually you scored a job in the corporate world- lucky enough to make a decent amount of money, get home early, and not work weekends. Not so fortunately, you were stuck in some boring entry-level position in a finance department. It was the last thing on earth you wanted to be doing but you’d felt obligated to take it because up until that point your parents were helping with rent and other money related responsibilities.

The only person who really knew how you felt back then was Jungkook. At first you claimed it was different, like you’d said to him then, at least he was doing something related to his dream career. But no, really, he got it. He understood the fear you had of not being able to move away from this, the weight of life’s responsibilities, the overwhelming desire to just do what the hell you were passionate about, he knew it all too well.

On your first day of work he printed one of the hundred-something selfies you two had taken on graduation day and bought a frame for you to prop on your desk. He’d told you not to peak and to assemble it once you got to work, obviously you didn’t and couldn’t resist temptation, and the surprise was a short note he wrote on the back.

Baby, Congrats !!!

I know you’re not excited but I will be excited for you because I’m really proud of you still. You always remind me that bad days are temporary when I complain about work, ha ha, I want to remind you that too. I know nothing is perfect right now, a lot of things suck, but you still have me. I look forward to the future because I still have you. We may not have our dream jobs but we have each other so hopefully we can live our dream life soon. Just hang in there!

I love you more than anything  - Jungkook

You couldn’t stop grinning the first time you’d read it. It was hard to find the words to say to him, hard to express your gratitude and how thankful you were you had him, you could only text him and say I love you so very much and that was enough for him.

Seeing that photo of your younger selves first thing in the morning was aggravating to say the least. You’d immediately slammed the frame down, picking at the back to take the pieces apart, intentions to tear the picture in half. But when you yanked it free from the slot and blue ink came to vision, you paused and read what he’d written less than a year ago. Tears were brimming before you realized. You didn’t have the guts to rip up the picture then, instead you shoved it in one of your drawers to be forgotten until you stumble upon it another day.

Taehyung looks at you worriedly, and it’s the same look he gave you yesterday before he turned your world upside down. A look you can now identify as the I-have-bad-news look.

“I saw Jungkook on my way here.”

“Okay?”

“He asked me if I’d heard from you.”

“Oh God... Taehyung please don’t tell me you told him I spent the night at your place.”

“I told him.”

“Why!? Why would you do that!?”

Hyerin’s only a few feet behind him, so as her head turns and her prying gaze briefly catches your eyes you glance around the two of you quickly, checking that no one else heard your brief outburst.

“I- I didn’t realize- I don’t know? I’m sorry?”

Taking a deep breath in you close your eyes to calm yourself. You don’t mean to yell at him, he hasn’t done anything wrong or gone against verbalized wishes. You know this. You’re just on edge, emotional, and you didn’t want Jungkook to know where you were.

“Is it because it’s me? You didn’t want him to know you were with me?” He asks.

“What? Taehyung, oh my God, no! It’s not about you.” You try not to raise your voice anymore, though you were sure you were probably scowling at him, annoyed with his assumptions.

“Forget I asked.” He’s good at keeping his voice level, manages to not react after you, but you can tell he’s just as annoyed with you when a muscle tenses in his jaw. “Which one do you want?”

He raises the two drinks in his hands, one’s holding a clear plastic cup with dark liquid chilled over ice, and in the other he has a large paper cup, presumably the same dark liquid but hot. It’s a harsh reminder that you’re being snappy with the wrong person. No matter how irritable you were, he didn’t deserve the back end of it. All he did was give to you, even now when you keep being rude to him.

“Tae, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay.”

“No, I’m sorry. I just got upset because… I’m not ready to talk to Jungkook and I don’t want him knowing where I am.”

“If you’re worried he’s gonna pop up on you, I don’t think it’s like that. He seemed really worried and I think he wanted to know you’re safe.”

Yeah, you think, that’s exactly what he said.

You finally take the hot coffee from his hand, finding a way to divert the conversation away from Jungkook.

“Thank you for this.”

“Of course. I have to leave soon. I’m shooting this guy for his acting portfolio. Then my friend is working a fashion shoot afterwards and invited me to help so I’m not sure when I’ll be done. I wanted to give you this.” With his free hand he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a shiny gold key. “Just got it copied.”

He smiles widely, giggling as you hesitantly take the key into your own hand. You don’t know why he’s gushing about this but it has butterflies floating in your stomach.

“Is this to your apartment?”

“Where else? I mean- this isn’t me asking you to be my roommate but... I wanted you to have somewhere to go even if I’m not home.”

“Tae! You didn’t need to go copy a whole key I- I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.”

-----

Taehyung’s apartment is empty when you get there after work, and while it’s not surprising because he did say he had work you still feel disappointed. Leaving work you were eager to get some alone time, but not like this.

All your coworkers actually showed up today, and being that it was the day after New Year’s, everyone wanted to talk about how great their New Year went. The universe was making a mock out of you, you were sure of it. A few of the girls priorly knew about your plans with Jungkook and had hopeful heart eyes as they asked about the cruise, and while the actual night was fine, yesterday was not something you even wanted to think about.

You’d always find a way out, excusing yourself to go make copies or apologizing because “I really need to finish writing this report.” Your sweet coworkers, they understood. Saying, “Right, I need to respond to a few emails” before running back to their own cubicles and leaving you alone. That is until a new question popped in their mind that’d have them strolling back over.

You were the only woman in your office with a standing long-term relationship, they all loved to live vicariously through you while struggling with their own love lives. You knew you’d break their hearts when you’d finally have to tell them the truth. At least for today, you omitted that bit of the story. Not only for their sake, but also for yours. It’s embarrassing to say the least.

You’re not sure yet what it says about you to be someone who got cheated on. Will people wonder what you did to push him that far? Will they pity you? Will they figure you must be a bad girlfriend and did something wrong?

Did you do something wrong?

Making your way to the kitchen you decide to scavenge Taehyung’s fridge for something to eat. Your stomach started grumbling a few hours ago after you made the silly choice of skipping lunch. Looking back, you’re not sure why you did because the persistent headache you’ve had since morning is likely due to the fact that you haven’t ate anything. Unfortunately for you and your pain his fridge is empty of anything edible, only stocked with a carton of milk, a pack of bottled water and a single bottle of wine.

“How do men survive like this?” You mutter, deciding to at least continue to hydrate your organs if you couldn’t feed them. You slump onto a chair at his small dining table thinking, Jungkook’s fridge would also look like that if it weren’t for me.

Across from you, his shiny macbook seems to wave hello, and beyond that you notice his camera bag is on the chair. If his camera is here then he can’t be at a photo shoot right now. Unless his friend told him not to bring it, then again why would you tell a photographer not to bring their camera? It’s possible he’s already been home, but you haven’t a clue where he’d be now.

The laptop shimmers in the light, begging for your attention once more, quietly reminding you about the interesting contents it holds.

“I know.” You grumble aloud. More to yourself because you are aware it’s an inanimate object that can’t actually communicate and it’s your own conscious taunting you. Yes, the pictures, I know.

The tempting voice asks if you’re even a little bit curious, if there’s a small part of you that wants to know what Taehyung saw in Jungkook that night? How he knew it before you, how he knows when he doesn’t even really know. It’s in the pictures like he’d said, and you could easily pass your fingertips over the smooth surface, you could open the lid, you could see for yourself.

But wouldn’t that be an invasion of privacy? Snooping through his laptop while he’s not even here just to see the way Jungkook interacts with some girl feels selfish and wrong. He probably has a lock on there anyway.

Oh but dear, the laptop says, he wanted you to see them after all! You could look through his camera, they might still be there. Taehyung wouldn’t mind at all! You should check!

It’s tempting, you think back, but I don’t know…

Don’t you wanna see the face of the woman who he found room in his heart for?

The words are way too personal, a blatant throw back of Jungkook’s confession. Another reminder that you definitely aren’t talking to a laptop and this is just conflicting dialogue in your own head.

Maybe there is a part of you that wants to know. It’ll probably hurt but you won’t stop wondering if you never look. Even just once.

You move from one seat to the other, placing his bag onto the table carefully. You’re gentle as you pull the Canon from it’s compartment, the weight of it shifting into both palms reminds you that if you do anything wrong your friend just might kill you because this baby costs (literal) thousands.

Thankfully, as the camera comes to life his, presumably, last photo taken appears on the small square screen which means you don’t have to press a million buttons just to find what you’re looking for. You scroll through the first photos, dozens of group shots of people wearing different hot pink garments, wondering briefly what the photo shoot was for. Eventually you land on close up photos of a younger guy, the head shots for Taehyung’s friend, you’re close. Until finally, there’s a photo of an older man and woman holding two thumbs up, the festive backdrop giving away they’re at a holiday party.

This is it.

You take a moment before continuing to scroll, preparing yourself mentally because you aren’t sure when you will finally land on a picture of the two in search, but you will reach them and when you do, you must contain your emotions.

It’s fine, it’ll be fine.

Moving on, you’re slower this time, carefully scanning each passing photo to be sure not to miss Jungkook. The first few ones, or rather last several, are group shots with the same old man as before, until they become more candid.

The first time you spot him, he’s in the background giving some guy a hug.

There’s another photo of him at a table, not alone, but not speaking to anyone. He’s completely unaware that he’s being captured in the background which makes his oblivious doe-like daze a little adorable. He’s so cute, you think. Also oblivious to the smile that’s perked on your lips.

That is until you skip to the next photo and noticeably feel it drop when you finally see her. Somehow, you just know. There’s a second woman in the photo who seems to be talking with her hands, Lia’s smiling and making eye contact, but Jungkook’s eyes are on Lia.

You pass it, moving onto something else. There’s another. This time, they’re the focus of the photo, sitting at a table with another you haven’t met, all engaged in laughter.

You skip a few more, until the next one with them is again in the background. He’s smirking but you can’t see her face because she’s sat at an angle and her hair’s in the way.

The next photo is captured from behind, but you know it’s them because of her red dress and the fact you can recognize Jungkook from any angle by now. One arm around his shoulder and her head leaning into him, what warranted her to come this close?

You pass many, many more photos until you see them again. A posed picture, with the same guy from the laughing one, and like this you can really get a good look at her. You’re not too prideful to admit that she is beautiful and she holds an enticing look in her eyes. Maybe that’s her special feature, but other than that what’s special about her? Past the pretty face and perfect smile, what separates her from you? What was there under her surface? How’d she win over Jungkook?

The next pictures you go through are mostly boring, just photos of everyone at the party eating and conversing. But there’s one common factor in all of them with Lia and Jungkook, he was always looking at her. Most of the time smiling while he did so. And most of that time, she was looking at him too.

There’s something obvious there, that maybe Taehyung also saw, they have a connection. That, even if you hadn’t known him, you would think they had something going on too with all the ridiculous googly eyes. But with that, because you know him, there’s something else you see- That he is absolutely fascinated by her, drawn to her, intrigued. Whatever special thing she possessed, he’s latched onto it and it’s pulled him away from you.

Tears begin to well and you have to set the camera down to wipe them away harshly. It’s annoying, this marks the third time today, and if you let yourself cry now it’ll only worsen your headache into a migraine. You don’t want to cry over him, he doesn’t deserve it. Crying means you care and well, obviously you care. You love him, but he doesn’t deserve that either. Why should you still love him after what he’s done to you?

It’s useless to keep rubbing your eyes, your knuckles pointlessly tug the skin just for them to become wet again. You didn’t want to cry but your body was intent on releasing it’s frustration.

It’s not fair that after so much time together this other person just gets to come in and move his heart- quite literally, like he said, making room inside of it. It’s not fair that just two months ago he said to you he couldn’t see himself with anybody else just to fall for another girl who knows how long after. Maybe it’d happened before he even said it. The fact that he was willing to explore how he felt about her should’ve been a dead giveaway that he was in denial at the time. Maybe you were too.

Could it be that she’s the reason your relationship spiraled in the first place? After he started work that’s when the distance between you two started to extend. There were a lot of other things you thought it could be. You thought he was depressed over the new job, closed off from you because he was closed off to the world. And at the time, you tried your best to be the optimistic one.  You tried to lift his spirits and be encouraging but maybe it wasn’t enough. Where did you go wrong? Where did you fail at making him happy?

Why weren’t you enough?

You desperately want to know what it is about her- what is it that Lia has and you don’t?

Is it all because he felt you weren’t reciprocating his efforts to fix things? Maybe you didn’t try hard enough. You should’ve done more- you should’ve been more affectionate and caring. You should’ve loved him better.

You flinch at the soft thud of the door closing, jumping out of your seat because it’s startled you. It’s just Taehyung, standing there silently with a harsh expression of worry.

“You were crying.” He says plainly, a hint of guilt in his tone.

“No.” You lie, wiping your face once more and forcing a laugh.

He shakes his head as he makes his way to you, setting a white to-go box on the table before standing in front of you.

“You think I’m stupid? Your eyes are red.” His voice is unnecessarily gentle as he cups your face in both hands, thumbs wiping away left over traces of tears. The sound of his voice alone makes your entire chest warm- you hate it. “Also, I saw you.”

“I’m fine.” You push his hands away because his affections are way too much for your weakened heart to handle. He seems displeased. “What’d you get?”

He glances at the table and then back to you. The pierce of his brown eyes makes your lungs constrict, even his gaze is difficult to hold.

“Fried chicken. You saw the pictures?”

“O- y-yea…” You force yourself to look away- if you breathe properly maybe you can talk without sounding like a moron. “I’m really sorry for going through your things I just got curious and I shouldn’t have but that’s-”

“It’s okay, Y/n.” He assures you, “Are you okay?”

Your mouth forms to say yes and he already knows the lie to come, fixing his question before you can.

“I mean you’re not okay. I’m asking if you wanna talk about it.”

“It’s okay.” There were too many layers to uncover, between your emotions and the pictures and your anniversary and what really happened at that party, “It’s a lot.”

He shrugs at your words like they don’t matter, “I’ve got some time. And I’ve got food.”

“Tae-”

“Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I’m just confused. But I don’t want to ramble and get upset.”

“Why are you confused?”

“I just… I don’t understand Jungkook. I don’t understand why he likes that girl. I don’t understand why I wasn’t good enough.  I don’t understand why he was so good to me if there was someone else, even after what happened, all the way until I found that he fucking let her-” You stop there, unsure what words to use to explain what happened other than the disgusting frank description that was there in your mind. Your stomach was already churning, you couldn’t say it.

“He let her…?”

“They… you know…” You vaguely wave your hands between your bodies, back and forth from the direction of your mouth to his crotch, hoping he caught on to the innuendo and wouldn’t force you to be explicit. He’d already successfully tricked in you into saying more than you originally wanted to.

“Ahh, wow um…” Surprised, he understands, but uncertain with himself if that’s really what you meant. If only he knew just how bad it gets.

“Yes, and I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Alright, alright.” He holds his hands up defensively, letting the topic go at once.

At some point over the last few months he’d stopped being passive and tried harder to pry information out of you when you were being closed off. Not too forcefully, but it was silently appreciated. You’d become grateful for his willingness to listen to whatever was weighing on your mind no matter the topic, it was always followed with thoughtful responses and advice. Now though, it’s a bit more frustrating. Something about this was different. This was not something that was easy to open up about and you wished he would say OK and let it be.

You know there’s an elephant in the room and at some point the healthy thing to do will be talking about it and having that conversation with him, your closest friend, but today wasn’t it.

He makes his way to the farthest side of the table, “Well, I’ll have to eat dinner with you quickly because I have to go check on a tenant downstairs. Their heater isn’t working and as you can imagine in the middle of winter they aren’t happy about it.”

“If you have business to take care of it’s fine. I need to go back to my apartment anyway to grab some things before Jungkook gets home and then find a hotel somewhere.”

“You’re being ridiculous, you don’t need a hotel. And you should at least eat first.”

“It’s okay, I’m not hungry.” Your prolonged headache would beg to differ but you didn’t have much of an appetite anymore. You’re not sure how to respond to his first remark because it’s obvious you don’t have anywhere else to stay. You’d stay here, but only if he offered. You weren’t going to ask since you had no plan and it’d be quite the favor to ask someone to crash at their place for an indefinite period of time. “Ah, also, I don’t have my key… would you mind helping me get in?”

“Not at all.” A moment of silence drags on for a minute too long as he stares at you sadly, worrying his bottom lip, until he speaks up again. “You sure you don’t want to eat something?”

“I’m sure.”

With that, he heads over to the cabinet below the kitchen sink and pulls out of a bulky rectangular safe. Upon unlocking it there’s nearly a hundred keys organized on rows of hooks- a key to every room in the entire complex. He plucks yours straight from the center and then begins to count towards the bottom before he pulls another one.

After locking everything back up and putting it in it’s discreet place he places the keys in your hands silently. One reads 503, the other 705.

“What is this?”

“There’s a furnished room on the top floor. It’s clean, it’s got running water and it’s all yours.”

“Huh?”

“We only use it for tours because it has extra square footage compared to the other one bedrooms- don’t tell anybody that. Also, please do not lose these because if Mr.Lee finds out I’m doing this-”

“I understand!” You sputter, gripping the cold metal tightly. “Thank you, Taehyung.”

He beams at you, “It’s no problem. You still have a key here so don’t feel like you’re not welcome to visit.”

To visit, right, not to stay.

You weren’t going to ask him, no, but you do feel disappointed that he hadn’t offered. And maybe that’s selfish of you to think considering he’s risking his job just to offer you a private place of comfort and here you are wondering why you can’t stay with him.

You can’t help but feel this is his subtle way of getting rid of you, which is fair, your moodiness is probably annoying. Still, he’s being nothing but kind and going out of his way for you, and yet for some reason it’s all making you sad.

-----

It’s been exactly 10 days since you’ve seen Jungkook, which is impressive considering you both return home to the same complex every day and have yet to cross paths. For the first time ever you were thankful for the difference in your schedules, by now assuming that he was likely back to his usual 10 AM to 6 PM shift and that’s why you two hadn’t. But, you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t wish to see him every day.

There were countless times you had to stop yourself from calling him, thinking I just want to see how he’s doing. In the morning, on the way to work, in the evening, on the train, at night- especially at night, especially when you had to lay in bed alone. Other times you instinctively pressed for 5 on the elevator, only remembering you were on the wrong level when the doors opened to familiarity, you would consider for a moment getting off and just going back home, but deep down you knew better than to make that mistake. Your self control was also impressive.

In your own defense, your moments of weakness were absolutely valid, you two had been inseparable since that first day of sophomore year over three years ago, you never went more than two days without seeing each other. Well, that’s not entirely true. There was the winter break before you started dating, and his family’s week long vacation two summers ago, but you still talked every day so it’s not the same.

This last year in particular your lives were built around each other- you freaking moved in together. Every day for a year you woke up and he was there, you went to sleep and he was there, right next to you. Even your body knew that something was missing as it tossed and turned at night, falling asleep had become difficult. Unless you cried, but you tried to minimize that to every other day.

The spacious apartment did not help your loneliness either, you tried to find comfort and treat it like a get away, but really it was unfamiliar and lacked personal touch. You didn’t even feel like a guest in someone else’s home, the space felt outside of reality, outside of your norm.

The only time things didn’t feel so odd were when you were with Taehyung. In his space he provided the consistent comfort you craved. The only problem was that the past week just so happened to be a week he was packed with gig after gig after gig. He’d been very busy with his photography and while he did his best to call you throughout the days and make sure you were simply surviving, the physical time you spent together had dwindled down significantly. Another hard pill to swallow since you’d gotten used to seeing him every day too.

Your loneliness was becoming suffocating.

Thankfully tonight some of the girls from your job made dinner plans that you were included in, which turned into an impromptu trip to a nearby karaoke bar afterwards. It was a nice break away from your usual routine to go out and spend time with friends rather than sitting inside alone on a Friday night. It was also the most you’d laughed all week.

Your plan for when you got back to the apartment complex was to go straight inside, change out of your work clothes, quickly go through your bedtime routine before your mind had a chance to start wandering through every reason you had to be sad, and go to sleep. That all becomes impossible the second you step into 705 and are welcomed by it’s freezing cold draft, it feels like you’ve just stepped back outside into the winter night.

The thermostat claims the heat is on, set to 70 degrees, but the current indoor temperature reads as 42 degrees fahrenheit.

“Jesus Christ, not me.” You groan at the ceiling, letting your bag thump to the ground before bending over to fish for your cell phone.

To: Tae [9:42 PM]

Please tell me you’re home :(

You hold the phone in your hand for a few minutes, waiting for his message to pop up on the screen but his reply is not immediate. You begin to worry because he’s typically a quick responder as long as he’s not working, and though it’s late maybe he was still at a shoot, or he also decided to go out tonight. Either way, you’d have to figure out what to do because there was no way you could sleep in this place tonight.

From: Tae [9:47 PM]

I’m here

Sorry about that I was making tea

what’s up angel?

A-Angel?

You’re not sure that he’s ever called you that before and don’t know where it’s come from and your face may be heating up at the pet name but there’s more important matters at hand.

To: Tae [9:48 PM]

Uhh hate to bother you but… I think the heaters broken

 From: Tae [9:48 PM]

Nooo You’re the third person this week :(

From: Tae [9:49 PM]

I’m sorry, do you wanna sleep here?

Do you even have to ask?

---

When you arrive downstairs moments later he welcomes you in with a tight hug, as if it’s been months since he’s seen you but it’s only been three days. Regardless, the affection is much needed as you’ve been deprived of all physical forms, you feel yourself wanting to reach back out as he pulls away.

“I still have hot water, do you want me to make you some tea?”

“Hm, I’m okay, but thank you.” You were still fairly stuffed from dinner and the several virgin margaritas you enjoyed during karaoke.

Leaving your bags in the living room, you follow his path into the kitchen. Sure enough, there’s a kettle on the counter next to a small box and mug, he moves quickly to clean up the small mess and put things back into their place.

“Well since you’re here, do you want to watch a movie or anything? I think there’s a new episode of that weird sci-fi show you like.”

“First of all if you’re talking about Black Mirror, it’s not weird, but yes there’s a new interactive movie.”

He glances back to roll his eyes at you before dusting scraps into the trash bin. “You made me watch an episode where they trapped someone’s consciousness into a teddy bear… it’s a little weird.”

“There was so much to take away from that episode and that’s still all you talk about!”

When season four had first come out, you and Jungkook nearly finished it within a week, but life got in the way and you never got a chance to finish. One day you decided to just complete the season without him and enjoy the finale with Taehyung who’d never seen the show. You thought it’d be fun, thinking he’d provide insightful commentary, instead, he couldn’t get passed how cruel it was a character couldn’t express sadness beyond “Monkey needs a hug.”

“Would you rather talk about the guy who literally got off on murdering someone?”

“He-- no, please.”

He’s smiling as he walks back over to you and you can’t help but giggle because okay it is kind of weird and maybe you should’ve chosen a different episode to introduce him to but it was still really good!

“I’ll let you show me another episode, preferably one less dark.”

For whatever reason, he pulls your head against his chest to rest his own atop yours and wraps you back into his warmth. This time your heart immediately starts to race, nervous about the random affection, though your arms don’t hesitate to wrap around him either.

“It’s okay, I actually just wanna go to sleep.”

“Oh… okay...” He holds you tighter, sounding a bit disappointed.

You squeeze him back, a way of silently apologizing. You expect him to pull away then, but he doesn't, and neither do you because even with a jumping heart being like this was too comfortable. He was always so warm, and so cuddly, and his clothes always smelled like lavender. Which would confuse your brain at first when you’d get a whiff of him, the light fragrance so contrasting to that of your favorite- a warm blend of citrus notes and amber on Jungkook- but you also adored whatever floral fabric softener Taehyung used because you found it calming. In fact, you could stand here forever because the combination of all he had to offer was that relaxing. So relaxing that you can’t help but ask-

“Tae…” You release your hold so that you can step back and look at him but he doesn’t let you go, only slides his hands to the lower part of your back providing enough space for eye contact, responding with a yes? “Can I… sleep in your bed tonight?”

“I guess so? I don’t mind taking the couch.”

“No, I mean, with you.”

“Uh-” You catch the way his eyebrows almost raise with widening eyes before he can stop the reaction. You worry about the implications of your words.

“Unless it’s weird. Is that weird? I’m sorry.”

“No!” His hands abruptly fall away, swiping at the back of high thighs as he creates room between you two. “Not at all, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m- it’s just hard sleeping alone, you know?”

“Y-yeah, it’s alright.”

Not long afterwards, after you both had changed and freshened up, you found yourself sitting up in Taehyung’s bed with your back against the wall. It seems silly to you now that you’ve never slept together let alone even stepped foot in his bedroom. But before all this, things were different, and even though you’re only friends it definitely would’ve been inappropriate taking all things into consideration- Taehyung’s feelings, your relationship, maybe even your fleeting non-platonic thoughts about him.

Now, you don’t question it too much, it’s not inappropriate or weird. You’re the only one making it a little weird because you keep thinking about the fact that Taehyung still likes you, or at least you assume so, and that he could use this opportunity to make a move on you. Deep down you know he would never, he’s too respectable for that. Maybe you’d let him- ONLY because you’re vulnerable! He knows that. Which is why he shouldn’t, he’d be taking advantage of that. He won’t, but you still wonder if he will. Even as he rambles on about the earl grey tea his mom bought from Europe, a small yet very expensive Christmas present. There’s a reason why this French tea company is so special, but you wouldn’t know because see, you’re being weird.

How Jungkook would feel about all of this? What’s he up to anyway?

“Y/N? Are you listening to me?”

You’re startled by the sound of your name, but you nod furiously. “Of course, Tae. You were saying your mom and… amazing French company, great story!”

He shakes his head disapprovingly, “That’s how I know you weren’t paying attention. My mom bought the tea in France but it’s a Singaporean company!”

“Oh, see! I was close! I just missed that one little tidbit.”

He squints his eyes at you, knowing you’re telling a tale. Letting out an exaggerated sigh he rotates on his side to face you and props his elbow to rest his head in his palm. “Alright, what’s wrong? Spill the tea. No pun intended.”

“I know you’ll think I’m an idiot but I’m gonna say it. I miss Jungkook.”

“No I won’t!” He sits up fully in bed, seeing that the thoughts that plague you are deeper than he anticipated. He mirrors your image, crossing his legs before reaching to hold both your hands. “First of all you’re not an idiot and I would never think so little of you. It’s okay if you miss Jungkook, it’s expected. You don’t just forget about someone you love overnight or even within a week.”

Was that true, though?

“Why not? He did.”

Whether in the blink of an eye or months before you realized, he’d forgotten about you, forgotten what you meant to him, forgotten what you two had. Or is it that he didn’t love you anymore and that’s what made you so easy to forget?

“Didn’t I already tell you he’s a dumbass?” He grins, but you can’t find it in you to laugh, the insult doesn’t even make you feel the slightest bit better.

He sighs, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands. “Can I ask you something?”

You nod.

“Do you want to save your relationship?”

Your hands pull away, not because of him, but almost as if to brace yourself for the weight of reality as you press them into the bed on either side of you. You hadn’t really thought about that, your thought process never got that far. Would Jungkook even want that?

“I don’t know that it's possible. Jungkook told me he likes Lia, and if that’s true, then it’s serious. He isn’t easily swayed by pretty faces.”

Taehyung snorts, “Who said anything about her being pretty?”

Your arch a brow at him, unsure if he’s trying to insinuate something. “Well I saw her, she is pretty but… that’s just it, that's not the point. He actually needs to get to know someone if he’s gonna pursue them. I told you before how in college there were so many girls interested in him and he didn't like any of them. Not even me. Not until he knew me.”

“And now he likes her…”

“Exactly.”

“But that’s not what I asked. Put him aside for a moment and stop thinking about what he feels. What is it that you want?” He asks, pressing a finger into your knee.

What I want? That is still a lot to consider. A lot that you haven’t gone over. You’ve only focused on the current distance between the two of you, and keeping it that way until you felt strong enough to face him. You’ve only gone through past memories, you hadn’t thought of what the future held nor what you wanted it to.

“I don’t know, Tae. It sounds ridiculous but I can’t envision my life without him. The idea of going back to him feels daunting because I don’t know how to forgive him for what he did or how to trust him after this. Or even, how I could allow myself to love him. I don’t have answers but it’s like if I don’t then what? Where do I go and who do I become?”

“You don’t become anyone, if not just a better version of yourself. You don’t need him to have a complete identity.”

“That’s easy for you to say-”

“I know it’s easy for me to say,” His rebuttal is sharp, almost defensive. “No I didn’t just spend the last three years of my life with someone just for them to shit all over our history, but I’m right. You were somebody long before you even met him and you will still be somebody without him, if you choose to let him go.”

“I know that, but it’s not just easy for me to say, okay, bye Jungkook, and go on and be content with being alone.”

“You think you’d be alone?”

“Well, yes?”

It all circles back to what you first said, you can’t envision life without him. Even if you try, there’s nothing there, you, but nothing more. Maybe that should be enough, but that blank image in your mind feels empty, life would be lackluster and dull, something would always be missing.

“That’s not true.” He looks down for a moment, finding a loose string on his comforter to tug on. “You have me.”

At that, and as his eyes finds yours, the air in the room starts to thicken. The statement feels too direct. You know he means that as a reminder of his loyal friendship, you know it’s his way of saying hey I’m here, but it feels like something more.

“As long as I’m alive, you’ll always have me.”

“Hm, like forever.” Your own gaze slips away this time, unable to stop yourself from chuckling at the boundless promise of his words. An older version of you may have believed him, a version of you that believes love is timeless, the version of you with a committed boyfriend. You want to believe him because Taehyung is honest, he wouldn’t say it if he didn’t mean it. But words like this have been spoken truthfully to you before and look where it’s brought you.

“Jungkook and I are not the same.” It’s almost embarrassing how well Taehyung knows you, how spot on he is about what you’re thinking. “There was a point in time Jungkook couldn’t even see you, he didn’t see you then and he doesn’t see you now. Me?” He stops himself, you can tell by his tone that he knows he’s crossing a line again, about to walk past usual boundaries, about to say something he couldn’t have said before today, but he says it anyway. “The way I’ve felt about you has never changed. Every day I still feel what I felt the day I first met you… Even when you’ve confused me, even when you’ve cursed me, even when you’ve pushed me away, even when you defined the line in the sand and made it clear we could never be more than friends, even when you don’t see me… I feel it. So yes, like forever.”

You’re too afraid to look at him because you think you might crack the way you once had months ago, when a flood of emotion for him overtook you, when you considered giving into him.

“And I’m not asking you to- I’m not saying anything other than I’ve come with you this far and… whatever you do, nothing's gonna change.”

You have no words for him, nothing coherent, at least for now. You nearly throw yourself at him, sprouting up from your position on the left side of the bed to wrap your arms around his neck. He reacts quickly, thankfully, because as he falls sideways onto the mattress with a huff you realize you could’ve sent him tumbling backwards to the floor which would’ve been bad for the both of you.

You feel the soft laughter rumble beneath his chest as he tightens his hold around you, “Thank you?”

You’re overwhelmed with both gratitude and frustration, so much so that you think you could cry. How did you get so damn lucky to have this man in your life? It wasn’t fair. Logically, and karmically, it was not fair. Even as he said and listed reasons he’s had to pull back, to change his mind, to drop you, he hasn’t. He genuinely loves and supports you unconditionally and you don’t know how the hell that happened or why but there’s one thing you are certain of.

You are more than lucky, you are blessed to have Taehyung. And you hope that this friendship is eternal because you can’t imagine having to lose him too.

----

“Do you remember the first time we ate here?”

“Of course I do.”

You’d spent the first half of your Saturday lounging in bed, or rather Taehyung’s bed, all by yourself because he’d had an early morning shoot for… something you don’t remember because you were half asleep when he’d said. You’d stayed that way for a while, grumpily, because you were starving and too lazy to go out and eat and too stubborn to order delivery. By lunch time when your hunger hit peak aggravation you sent him a very aggressive text message in all caps to PLEASE BUY SOME FUCKING GROCERIES YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE BREAD. He promptly responded with a slew of laughing emojis, then letting you know he was already ten minutes away and to meet him downstairs.

He’d taken you the short walk to the taco truck around the corner, the very first place you hung out, a very telling choice after what he said last night.

“You never did thank me for showing you the best taco place in town.” He flicks at his bangs dramatically, turning a shoulder to you in faux offense.

“That’s because it’s not. I mean, it’s good but my favorite is this restaurant up north.”

“Why have you never taken me then?”

“They closed down last summer.”

“Must not have been too good.” He looks at you pointedly, flicking at his silky strands once more. You raise a fist, pretending like you might hit him, though you’re laughing at his obnoxiousness.

“I promise, you would’ve loved it.”

Just then, a lady pokes her head out from the wide window, calling your name for your order. Taehyung is first to run over and grab the small bag, though you take it back from him, offering to carry it on the walk back.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“What was your first impression of me?”

“Oh…” His question comes as a surprise, but you don’t think much of it, reflecting back to the day last spring. The very first time you met. “I thought you were very polite.”

“What about the first time we ate back there?”

“Well,” That question takes a little bit more digging. You have to remember the things you talked about that night, how you felt, how he seemed. “You seemed so… so… normal. Like, before that, I guess I kind of put you on a pedestal, I don’t know. You just seemed so composed and confident and like you had everything together but then we talked and you opened up to me and it was like ah, we’re not so different. It was refreshing.”

You look over to him and smile, he smiles, but he keeps his gaze towards to concrete as you continue up the block.

“Why do you ask? What was your first impression of me?”

“That you were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.”

You instantly stop in your tracks, it takes him a second to register but when he does the balls of his feet scratch against the gravel as he turns around.

“Stop it.” You say, squinting your eyes suspiciously at him because why is he trying to flirt and joke around right now it’s making me blush! “Tell me.”

“That’s it?” Even his eyes frown at you, confused why you won’t accept his answer.

You roll your eyes and push past him, taking a right at the corner as you continued ahead. His legs are long so it doesn’t take anything of him to catch up, and he asks why you don’t believe him.

“I thought you were attractive but I gave you a better answer than that.”

“Wait-” He takes a few skips to jump in front of you, forcing you to come to another stop as he blocks the way. “You thought I was attractive?”

“What? I said you were handsome.”

“No, you said attractive.” He says, wiggling his eyebrows.

Oh my God, did I?

“I- it doesn’t matter, it’s basically the same thing.”

You step right, he steps left, you step left, he steps right, refusing to let you go around while he dons a ridiculous smirk that you try really hard not to look at.

“What!”

“Don’t you wanna know my first impression?”

“...yes.”

“Don’t judge me.” He points a finger at you, waiting on your nod before he continues, tucking his hand back into his coat pocket. “When we were standing in the elevator together, my heart was beating so fast because I was so nervous, but I thought you were mean! You kept giving me short answers and you glared at me when I was just trying to be helpful!”

“Come on, you asked me where I lived, give me a break.”

He giggles, “I was just nervous and talking out of order. But then you relaxed after I told you who I was, and you even laughed at something I said and…”

“And…?”

“I felt really warm. My heart, my insides,” One hand moves from the left side of his chest then down to his abdomen. You can see that he hesitates, biting on the corner of his lip nervously, but he looks back to you and sees the harsh expression on your face. “It’s stupid.” He forces a laugh and continues to walk home. You’re only about 10 yards away, the front entrance is visible not far beyond him.

He’s misread your reaction, misunderstood your furrowed expression. You weren’t frowning at him because of judgement or because you thought it was stupid, you were frowning out of pure confusion because he’d described the same feeling he’s given to you.

And it was so simple, such a simple feeling, a simple word. But, warm, yes, you understood. You felt it too that very first day, you felt it the first time you hung out. You feel it when he looks at you, when he talks, when he hugs you, just being next to him in itself was like sitting by a fire. You were never sure what it was or what it meant, you never looked too much into it, but if the sentiment was mutual shouldn’t you tell him you feel it too?

You run ahead to catch up, he’s still standing outside the door, presumably waiting for you to go inside.

Taehyung had said before that you always know what to say, but you disagree. Maybe when it comes to uplifting others kind words come naturally, but you aren’t good with words themself, at least not when it comes to sharing and expressing your emotions.

That is precisely why you cup his face into your hands as he turns to you, unbothered by the tacos that get smushed somewhere between your arm and his chest, raising onto the balls of your feet and pulling him down the distance you couldn’t close to press your lips into his.

You’re not entirely sure why you’re kissing Taehyung, or rather you can’t explain why. It’s impulsive but it feels right as that familiar feeling overtakes your entire chest, replacing the vacant ache you’d grown accustomed to over the last week and a half and overwhelming you with so much desire for more. And at first, he gives in to you. His gentle hands find your hips, head turning as his mouth opens in sync with yours to deepen the kiss.

In that moment you place words on the purpose. Kissing him said way more than your grateful hugs ever could, and that was all you’d done before. But this wasn’t even about saying thank you, this was about admitting that maybe you felt the exact same way. This was easier than facing the fact that there really was no reason to keep suppressing your emotions. But then he abruptly pulls away, eyes wide as he sounds frightened when he says your name.

Your heart sinks because he’s looking at you like you’ve just done something you should not have done. Heat creeps up over your ears, this time because you’re actually uncomfortable, completely embarrassed because maybe you just made a mistake.

Your open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out, stuck on shock, you don’t know how to even begin saying sorry.

“Jungkook is inside.”

Wait… what?

If you couldn’t speak before, you definitely couldn’t now as all the air escapes your lungs, frozen and unable to breathe. You want to believe that you heard him wrong, or that he didn’t even say Jungkook’s name. But you’re too terrified to even look and confirm. You still aren’t ready, you don’t know what feelings will come up just by seeing him. Worst of all, you don’t know if Jungkook just watched you kiss Taehyung and you cringe at the thought.

You look right, and sure enough, on the other side of the clear glass Jungkook stands there just feet away looking right at you. The way your heart picks up speed is almost painful, you can tell by the disgruntled look on his face he’s seen everything.

TBC

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amusement park date hc’s with uhhh any ship you want i can’t choose

i already briefly did this for ralbert so i’m gonna do mike/jojo bc 1.) i love writing hcs for them and 2.) they just like? totally would go on amusement park dates y'know????warnings: ummm mike is an absolute disaster and gets himself hurt a lot so very small blood tw×××

●so y'know how showing affection publicly is a gradual thing for these two?? well the first date mike decides to bring jojo out on once he knows jo is comfortable w/ some pda is an amusement park date▪he REFUSES to tell jojo where theyre going until they get there▪kind of worried abt it bc what if jo hates amusement parks or something???? mikey here is in a lil bit of a panic▪but it goes down the drain the moment mike sees jojo’s face absolutely LIGHT UP when he sees where they are▪"we’re going on an amusement park date?!?!?!?!? ive always wanted to go on one of these dates oHmygosh!!!“▪hes SO EXCITED▪mike cant. he just? cant. he loves his bf so much●jojo is literally on the verge of BURSTING with excitement the entire time after they enter the place and mike loves it ▪he wants to go on all the craziest rides which actually kinda surprises mike??▪hes always thought of jo as the kind of person who would like simpler and slower rides▪but NOPE▪however,,, is mike opposed to this? no. absolutely not.▪"we should try and go on ALL the rollercoasters”▪"HECK YES"●mike is pretty clumsy not gonna lie▪at some point he cut his knee open on the corner of a metal table bc he tripped over a fuckin rock or something and jojo had to rush him to the car to bandage him up▪mike feels bad bc he knows jojo gets kinda queasy at the sight of blood▪but hes so impressed that jo’s being so chill handling this??? his boy is so strong. yes. look at him go▪"im really surprised you haven’t, like, fainted yet, jo"▪"don’t jinx it, i’ve gotten extremely close to passing out on you at least 6 times in the last 5 minutes"▪"youre so brave i love you"▪"i love you too. dont keep worrying me like this, you,,,,, you klutzy dork. please take care of yourself !!“▪'klutzy dork?’ thats the best insult jojo can muster?▪mike cant help but laugh and he Melts when jojo pouts at him for it▪"im sorry but? klutzy dork is the best you can do? youre so cute baby”▪then he like kisses jojo on the nose and jojo cant stay upset. boy starts smiling so wide mike is worried its hurting his cheeks●theyre LIVING for the amusement park food ▪jo gets SO HYPED when he sees that theres churros▪"can i get 3?“▪"babe theres 2 of us”▪"actually i meant 3 for me…. i wasnt sure how many you wanted though"▪"holy crap, jojo"▪hes is almost scared by the speed at which jojo eats the churros (after he offers some to mike, ofc)▪mike, on the other hand, lives for the classic Theme Park Pizza™▪not much to say here tbh▪he could eat several slices of that stuff▪jojo rlly has no place to judge▪he just finds it impressive ▪"9, huh? think thats a new record"▪"WOOOOOOOOO"●so they eat the food after going on all the rides they wanted to go on plus some, so they settle for some of the games!!!!!! jo wins mike a few prizes but mike kinda gets carried away and wins jojo a lot. so many things. they have to get a bag to hold it all its really funny, jojo is giggling the whole time and mike is so in Love▪and by the time theyre done bagging everything its getting dark out and these boys are getting tired▪so mike suggests ending their time there by going on the ferris wheel!!▪jojo is so on board yes ferris wheel w/ his bf LET’S GO▪the sun is setting around the time theyre on it and when theyre at the top jo sees mike in that lighting and???? what can i say. boy cant help himself▪he goes IN for that cheesy top-of-the-ferris-wheel kiss▪LO AND BEHOLD it IS their first kiss▪"wow wow wowow ow wow wosiw wo w weown ejdjfjfjfjjgkkds" -mike’s mind when jo kisses him▪its just???? everything you expect from these boys honestly▪soft. sweet. gentle. extremely loving and pure ▪theyre so wholesome yall my HEART●so mike is exhausted afterwards but he still thinks he should treat his lovely boyfriend to some dessert ▪mike knows theres a stewart’s at a gas station only about 15 minutes on the way to his place from the amusement park▪so they go there!!!▪jo is practically asleep in his seat so mike asks him what flavor he wants and tells him that he’ll get both orders from him▪"what?? no you dont have to do that…!!“▪mike can tell jojo is trying to be resistant but he can also tell jojo is extremely tired so he INSISTS▪jo tells mike his order and mike kisses him on the cheek before going to get their orders▪the ice cream wakes jo up for a little bit and they kinda just sit in the car talking for a lil while ●…….they dont get back home til the next day▪they went to like this REALLY GOOD amusement park several hours away and just got so exhausted at some point on the way back to mike’s place?? and caffeine Does Not work on mike. and jo’s already out cold and mike really doesnt wanna wake him▪so mike pulls up at the next service area and texts ike to let him know whats going on and then he just crashes y'know??▪they wake up the next day feeling EXTREMELY refreshed!! so they grab some breakfast from the service area and take their time eating it before continuing the drive back▪jo starts laughing bc he has like 50 missed calls and 704847385 texts from elmer and buttons (tHeY wErE rOoMmAtEs) and has to text them to tell them hes ok and hes gonna be at mike’s for a little while▪they had a Good Time

×××

wow i would honestly die for these two????? holy shit. i hope you like these!!!

-sanj 💕

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So this is going to be a bit long but bear with me I had what I believe to be a pointless and incredibly frustrating experience with the assistant manager jamie at your auburn hills great lakes crossing location today I have been coming here for three years I frequent your orlando san marcos and new jersey locations as well at least once a year when we stop we usually spend 5 to 10 thousand dollars on your products the system is simple I go in park in a corner and bring bins to my corner sort them bag them move them to the front register and repeat today I brought a personal duffel bag as it holds about 8 to 12 of your bags worth of stuff I get told that i’m not allowed to use it because it’s policy not a big deal at all I say okay i’ll do that for the rest rather than rebag all of this i’ll just go up in line and pay for it and it can sit behind the counter seems pretty reasonable to me nope I got obstructed suggested that I might be stealing something and not allowed to pass stating if I don’t want to follow the system I can leave he then takes my entire duffel dumps it onto the floor and then rebags it into victoria secret bags then moves it to the front counter so it can be rang in I thought this was a little odd but hey he was doing all the work rebagging it so whatever i’m like dude i’m going to be spending about 8k today all I want to do is come in spend some money get out without any drama what’s the problem whoevers in charge should be thrilled with a sale like this we’re spending 8k keep in mind that I told him that I would do what he wanted and it wasnt’ a big deal and the response was to the effect of stop being lippy and just listen I told him what do you want from me I just agreed with you and said I would use your bags i’m not being lippy at all I know this because I said okay dude not a problem i’ll use your bags his response was maybe if you get to buy it i’m like what are you suggesting that an 8 000 order is something you guys don’t want he’s like yeah if you buy it i’m like dude we are spending 8k today why would I bag up a bunch of stuff and spend 2 3 hours picking our your fabulous product to not buy it anyway so I had 4 credit cards one card had 2 000 one had 3500 one had 2000 and one had 1000 because I am buying for multiple people I had 4 different cards all in my name I wanted one receipt for each card not a big deal to me right wrong again he cited some policy and said if the order is more than 750 items that they aren’t allowed to ring in under 750 items on any one receipt id like to point out that that amount is higher than your employees said they could take as a cash payment I asked him to please show me that I would understand better if I could just read it he was willing to do so he brought out the policy book and to my surprise what it actually said was words to the afffect of cash payments cannot be split up or over 750 items I forget the second half my immediate reply was so what’s the big deal im using credit not cash he snatched the policy book away from me at that point and said you know what you can just listen to me or I don’t have to let you buy anything it’s up to my discretion I then called your orlando outlet and your new jersey outlet and talked to the store managers and cited your policy I was given I asked them to confirm if that was accurate and both said if it was a policy it was news to them I then asked if they would let me buy my order using 4 cards and 4 receipts the woman at orlando said oh my gosh yes we do that every single day I asked if I went to her store if I would have any trouble with this in the future and was told no then she said you can always come down here if you’re in the area and i’ll be happy to take your order after that phone call I tried again here’s the video of that attempt I said listen I have 4 credit cards your register girl said you told her she can’t ring up an order under 750 items that’s 3500 if it’s 5 items not all of my cards have that much I have done multiple receipts every time I came here heck I can even supply them to show it he tells me that because I am order so many items that I can’t have less tan 750 items per receipt so I point around to everyone else and ask what about everyone else you aren’t forcing them to spend a minimum of 750 items what about the final charge i’ll have 750 items for two tickets but the leftover isn’t going to be 750 items you’re not going to let me buy them he shrugged his shoulders to say no at this point I haven’t yelled ive been a bit snarky and sarcastic because I know he’s just giving me a hard time two people ring in our order almost every time I am up there and we were there 3 times in the last 6 months spent a bunch each time so at 730 8pm or so we are done shopping assuming that two people could ring us up ended up being a fantasy he forced one employee only to ring us up later on he comes up when its now close to 9pm and says hey you mind if we ring you up on both registers I chuckle and say no I don’t but you do you don’t want to be breaking that 750 rule do you he glared at me and then sent the employee away and walked off after blinking a few times I laugh because after telling me over and over he couldn’t do it he just got caught trying to do what should have been done to begin with a short while later after 9 I find out that everyone is standing uip front except for the one girl and another associate because none of the rest of them are allowed to help her ring us up the only two people left in the store with about 700 more items to be rang in if that’s not enough since it was a holidy all of these employees are apparently being paid overtime to stand around and wait at a bit after 10 all but two girls leave and one girl is waiting to count cash while the other girl sits and keeps ringing stuff in we apologize profusely we expected two employees to ring us up like always and timed our visit to be out around 9 if this had happened instead of having one literally stand there and watch her for 1 hour and 47 minutes after close we would have all been out on time and no overtime or extra hours spent so finally at 10 47 pm our orders are done we thank the lovely girl lauren and jasmine who got stuck staying 2 hours past close because a manager made up some random policy and had to double down when I pointed out he really needed to follow that 750 rule when he was going to toss another girl on the register if this is policy fine it doesn’t seem to be no manager at your other outlets knew what he was talking about the orlando one insisted that the only restrictions are on cash payments and verified I was paying cash or credit it’s a pretty humiliating experience to get hassled trying to buy panties and bras by someone who’s on some type of power trip the only thing I said sideways to him was that I flat out didn’t believe his policy and that credit absolutely is not the same as cash I didnt call him any names scream at him or did anything 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So this is going to be a bit long but bear with me I had what I believe to be a pointless and incredibly frustrating experience with the assistant manager jamie at your auburn hills great lakes crossing location today I have been coming here for three years I frequent your orlando san marcos and new jersey locations as well at least once a year when we stop we usually spend 5 to 10 thousand dollars on your products the system is simple I go in park in a corner and bring bins to my corner sort them bag them move them to the front register and repeat today I brought a personal duffel bag as it holds about 8 to 12 of your bags worth of stuff I get told that i’m not allowed to use it because it’s policy not a big deal at all I say okay i’ll do that for the rest rather than rebag all of this i’ll just go up in line and pay for it and it can sit behind the counter seems pretty reasonable to me nope I got obstructed suggested that I might be stealing something and not allowed to pass stating if I don’t want to follow the system I can leave he then takes my entire duffel dumps it onto the floor and then rebags it into victoria secret bags then moves it to the front counter so it can be rang in I thought this was a little odd but hey he was doing all the work rebagging it so whatever i’m like dude i’m going to be spending about 8k today all I want to do is come in spend some money get out without any drama what’s the problem whoevers in charge should be thrilled with a sale like this we’re spending 8k keep in mind that I told him that I would do what he wanted and it wasnt’ a big deal and the response was to the effect of stop being lippy and just listen I told him what do you want from me I just agreed with you and said I would use your bags i’m not being lippy at all I know this because I said okay dude not a problem i’ll use your bags his response was maybe if you get to buy it i’m like what are you suggesting that an 8 000 order is something you guys don’t want he’s like yeah if you buy it i’m like dude we are spending 8k today why would I bag up a bunch of stuff and spend 2 3 hours picking our your fabulous product to not buy it anyway so I had 4 credit cards one card had 2 000 one had 3500 one had 2000 and one had 1000 because I am buying for multiple people I had 4 different cards all in my name I wanted one receipt for each card not a big deal to me right wrong again he cited some policy and said if the order is more than 750 items that they aren’t allowed to ring in under 750 items on any one receipt id like to point out that that amount is higher than your employees said they could take as a cash payment I asked him to please show me that I would understand better if I could just read it he was willing to do so he brought out the policy book and to my surprise what it actually said was words to the afffect of cash payments cannot be split up or over 750 items I forget the second half my immediate reply was so what’s the big deal im using credit not cash he snatched the policy book away from me at that point and said you know what you can just listen to me or I don’t have to let you buy anything it’s up to my discretion I then called your orlando outlet and your new jersey outlet and talked to the store managers and cited your policy I was given I asked them to confirm if that was accurate and both said if it was a policy it was news to them I then asked if they would let me buy my order using 4 cards and 4 receipts the woman at orlando said oh my gosh yes we do that every single day I asked if I went to her store if I would have any trouble with this in the future and was told no then she said you can always come down here if you’re in the area and i’ll be happy to take your order after that phone call I tried again here’s the video of that attempt I said listen I have 4 credit cards your register girl said you told her she can’t ring up an order under 750 items that’s 3500 if it’s 5 items not all of my cards have that much I have done multiple receipts every time I came here heck I can even supply them to show it he tells me that because I am order so many items that I can’t have less tan 750 items per receipt so I point around to everyone else and ask what about everyone else you aren’t forcing them to spend a minimum of 750 items what about the final charge i’ll have 750 items for two tickets but the leftover isn’t going to be 750 items you’re not going to let me buy them he shrugged his shoulders to say no at this point I haven’t yelled ive been a bit snarky and sarcastic because I know he’s just giving me a hard time two people ring in our order almost every time I am up there and we were there 3 times in the last 6 months spent a bunch each time so at 730 8pm or so we are done shopping assuming that two people could ring us up ended up being a fantasy he forced one employee only to ring us up later on he comes up when its now close to 9pm and says hey you mind if we ring you up on both registers I chuckle and say no I don’t but you do you don’t want to be breaking that 750 rule do you he glared at me and then sent the employee away and walked off after blinking a few times I laugh because after telling me over and over he couldn’t do it he just got caught trying to do what should have been done to begin with a short while later after 9 I find out that everyone is standing uip front except for the one girl and another associate because none of the rest of them are allowed to help her ring us up the only two people left in the store with about 700 more items to be rang in if that’s not enough since it was a holidy all of these employees are apparently being paid overtime to stand around and wait at a bit after 10 all but two girls leave and one girl is waiting to count cash while the other girl sits and keeps ringing stuff in we apologize profusely we expected two employees to ring us up like always and timed our visit to be out around 9 if this had happened instead of having one literally stand there and watch her for 1 hour and 47 minutes after close we would have all been out on time and no overtime or extra hours spent so finally at 10 47 pm our orders are done we thank the lovely girl lauren and jasmine who got stuck staying 2 hours past close because a manager made up some random policy and had to double down when I pointed out he really needed to follow that 750 rule when he was going to toss another girl on the register if this is policy fine it doesn’t seem to be no manager at your other outlets knew what he was talking about the orlando one insisted that the only restrictions are on cash payments and verified I was paying cash or credit it’s a pretty humiliating experience to get hassled trying to buy panties and bras by someone who’s on some type of power trip the only thing I said sideways to him was that I flat out didn’t believe his policy and that credit absolutely is not the same as cash I didnt call him any names scream at him or did anything to disrupt the store beyond what you see in the videos if this is not policy i’d like an apology from that manager in person or over the phone admitting he was mistaken I would hope that the next time I go there I am not hassled but if not I guess there’s always orlando or new jersey who seem to be quite friendly I also want to give recognition to jasmine and lauren lauren is the poor soul who got stuck ringing everything in alone because of the manager’s silly rule and not allowing anyone to help because it would be in violation of the 750 item rule jasmine was the cash counter who had to wait until we were out of the store to count cash even more interesting is that I had a former employee with me helping me buy and she said she never heard of this policy either but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t added since she left she was just as confused because the manager spent over 30 minutes trying to explain and defend this when that time certainly would have been more efficiently spent doing 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Title: How to Say Goodbye (Part 9 Back to the Future(Reader x Peter Parker)

Summary: The reader’s cover has been blown. It’s time to head back to a post-war era of Frank Sinatra songs and Disney classics.

Word Count: 1731

AN: Take a drink every time I have written “goodbye” NOT REALLY and also contrary to popular belief it’s not the end? Hope you enjoy :) 

PART 10

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Your cover had been blown. All of your new friends and family members were in jeopardy. It wasn't safe anymore and your loved ones’ safety was the most important to you, you knew what you had to do.

Goodbyes are never easy.

It's much easier to look the other way. To pretend you're asleep until your parents leave the room, to wave quickly while you pretend you're on the phone. You can't really say that you'll see your friends “later”. Not those three words, not those words when you're traveling back seventy years. Especially when you know that you'll most like never see them again.

You stood in your bedroom, well, the space youwere able to make your own for the short time that you were staying with Tony. You'd never had your own space before, so it was fun to tape pictures from your stay, newspaper clippings, and little mementos to the bare walls. They were easy to peel off and slide into your jacket pockets, at least photos wouldn't stick out like a sore thumb. A ticket stub for the latest horror movie might, though. You would just have to try your best to hide it.

“Knock knock,” Natasha’s voice was nearly a whisper as she stepped into your room and tiptoed towards you, “Wow, you really made this place your own, huh?” she helped you take down the rest of your pictures and posters, even stopping to admire a photograph of herself that you had taken while out at dinner one night.

You sighed loudly and managed a small smile, “I never got to have my own bedroom so I guess I just had to take advantage of the space,” you said. Both of you found yourself sitting on opposite ends of the mattress stripped of sheets and all signs of life, “I'm sorry that I caused such a mess for all of you.”

“What? No, Y/N. You didn't. I just wish...I just wish I would've known. We could've helped somehow, we could've had longer,” you could see tears pooling in her eyes, even when she looked away and up at the ceiling to try and rid herself of them.

You grabbed your saddle shoes and stuffed one photo into each of soles before tying them, trying your best to ignore the uncomfortable photo paper sticking to your heel, “I wish I could've told you, Nat. I had to keep all of you safe. Well, I had to try.  I'm sorry,” you sniffled and focused on your laces to keep from totally breaking down, but it was no use.

“Oh Jesus, Y/N,” Natasha sighed and threw her arms around you, causing the tears in your eyes to multiply and you broke into sobs, “Tony’s even more upset than me, and I can barely breathe. I'm so sorry, if we could've just protected you better. I’ll give you a minute to pack your things, I...sorry I’m not holding it together for you,” she sniffled and jumped up, giving your shoulder a quick squeeze.

The only way you'd be able to hold it together while saying goodbye was to not say goodbye, so you decided to write notes. With the limited amount of time you had left, you wrote each team member a short note thanking them for being so welcoming and accommodating of someone from 1946. You couldn't help but write both Tony and Peter extra long letters, though.

You found Tony sitting in one of the bar stools, drinking a beer in the dark kitchen. Trying not to spook him, you sighed loudly, joining him at the bar, “You spooked me,” he said, to no avail. He sniffled quickly and rubbed his eyes, “Sorry, these allergies are kicking in with Fall approaching and all.”

“I’m sorry for everything. Thank you for taking me in, you could've sent me back to where I came from, after all,” you said, propping your chin up in your hand.

Tony shook his head profusely, “Don't be sorry, Y/N. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. I just wish I could've kept you safe,” he was beating himself up over it, tears in his eyes that he played off as allergies and you knew better than to point them out, “I could've kept you safe.” You didn't know what to say. Your stomach was twisting into knots as you looked at him, feeling sad and guilty and hurt and angry for having to leave everyone behind. Especially Tony, who had taught you so much in your short time with him.

“I have to find Peter,” you told him, sliding his letter across the bar until it lay next to his beer bottle. He looked up at you with a puzzled expression as you walked off, tearing into the letter as soon as you were out of earshot.

Dear Mr. Stark,

You told me not to call you ‘Mr. Stark’ so that's why I addressed you as so in your greeting. I wanted to start off my letter by thanking you, for everything. I truly mean everything, too. You really were the father I never had.

If one could slam letters shut, that's exactly what he did. Tony folded it quickly, feeling his head spin and eyes burn. You sounded just like him, even in letter form. He sighed loudly and rubbed at his eyes, sliding your letter into his back pocket to read later.

“Y/N! I've been looking for you,” Peter was trying to stay positive, even if it wasn't working. He was just hoping you wouldn't be sad heading home, “How long do we, I mean, how long do you have?”

You sighed, managing a sour laugh, “Well, I’m not dying, Peter. But you're actually the last person I have to say goodbye to.”

“It's not goodbye, it’s see you later. Right? Just ‘see you later’ because we will see each other again, you know,” Peter took your hand and smiled lightly, a smile that you would flash at someone that you felt bad for.

The two of you walked up to the lab hand in hand and, might I add, as slowly as humanly possible, “I'm going back in time seventy years, not across the street,” you didn't want to sugarcoat things. It would be easier for everyone to move on if there was a sense of closure, no matter how painful, “I have something for you. Please, don't read it yet,” you were pulled away from Peter after passing him his envelope, Steve pulling you in for a hug.

“We’ve learned a lot from you, kiddo. Sad to see you go,” he told you, a sincere smile on his face. You nodded, glancing behind at Peter as you were pulled into a sugar coated, somewhat depressing goodbye circle.

Wanda was sniffling loudly next to Tony, trying to avoid your gaze with her red and raw eyes, “I can't believe you have to go,” she said, pulling you into a hug, “I love you, little sister.”

“I love you too,” you couldn't keep the tears away, so it seemed. Your eyes burned as hot tears spilled over, no matter how much you tried to keep them away.

Bruce cleared his throat and smiled weakly at you, “Your, um, chariot awaits, Y/N,” he said quietly. The dreaded time machine had required some repairs and updates, which were all completed now thanks to Bruce. You gave a nod and sniffled, laughing at yourself to try and lighten to mood of the heavy room.

“I, I’m sorry. Gosh,” you looked up at the ceiling and wiped your eyes with the heel of your hand, “Well, I guess this is it.”

You were suddenly engulfed in a group hug, sniffles and quiet pity laughter surrounding you. Everyone was hugging you except for Peter, who looked down at the floor, a puppy dog pout on his face.

Once the odd group hug had broken up, you stepped back over to where Peter was standing, “See you soon, Peter,” it wasn’t the truth. You were going back in time seventy years. It seemed to help though. He even seemed to think so, throwing his arms around you in a tight hug, “I didn't think it would be this hard to see you go. What will I do without you?”

“You’ll be okay,” you told him with a small smile, your heart in your throat. Of course Peter would be okay, he was Peter. He had friends and a wonderful support system and a great, supporting environment. Would you be, though?

Peter nodded, pushing his hair back swiftly, “And so will you,” you smiled at his own reassuring smile, trying to keep tears from sparkling in your eyes once again. Just after you'd managed to get it together!

You laughed and quickly kissed him, only the second kiss you've ever managed which you were definitely kicking yourself over. If only you'd had more time.

“I guess it's goodbye, then,” you said with a sigh. You turned on your heel and hopped into the obnoxious time traveling machine swallowing hard. You could see everyone in the tiny glass window and there didn't seem to be a dry eye in the place.

Dear Peter,

This is even weirder for me to write, the fact that I now have to travel back in time in a clunky time machine and leave all of you behind. To leave you behind.

I know that goodbyes are hard, which is why I wrote you a letter. Maybe a goodbye will be unnecessary and we will be able to see each other again someday. Or maybe some day in another life. Hopefully.

You were the first person I'd ever liked, the first person I've ever been able to truly be myself with. And you didn't even know that I was from a different time.

Thank you for everything Peter, I'll never forget about you.

You gave a quick wave like some sort of courageous hero leaving on a brave mission. You couldn't stop thinking about your newfound family, even as the world seemed to spin around you. The impact of time travel surprised you yet again and you braced yourself, your eyes filling with multi-colored stars. Everything happened so fast and then everything went silent.

You weren't in the twenty first century anymore. You were in 1946.

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[ladye11e]

Blades, Trains, Assassins, Thieves pt 9

SFW

Word count:3376

Characters:Jacob Frye x Reader

Tagging @geekgoddess813​ @swiggle-muffin​ @sweet-flash​ @thank-god-its-fryeday​ 😍

Without anywhere else to go, you decided to hideout in the train for a while, much to Jacob’s delight, but it was beginning to drive you insane. Being left to your own devices for the most part, the current assassin missions either too dangerous or didn’t warrant a thief, left you mulling about and wondering what to do about your store.

Picking up your fathers journal that Jacob had managed to sneak in and get for you, before being thrown out by several policemen that even Freddie didn’t have any sway over, you curled up on the sofa and flicked through the book until you came to a blank page.

About an hour later, you smiled to yourself when you heard familiar heavy footsteps clambering about on the roof, looking up to see Jacob drop down in front of the door, completely covered in what looked like soot.

“What on earth have you been doing??”

You squirmed when he flashed you a beaming smile and dropped down in the seat next to you, draping his arm over your shoulder and kissing your cheek, leaving a huge black mark across your face.

“Trust me, you don’t wanna know. What you got there?”

Grinning when you passed him the book to show him the brass knuckles you had designed, you burst out laughing when his eyes lit up and began nodding furiously.

“Oh you know me so well! Can you make it? Maybe two, those Templars won’t know what hit them.”

Taking the book back off him and snapping it shut, you got up off the sofa and sighed, dropping it down on the nearby desk and rubbed at your cheek with the cuff of your coat when you saw your reflection in the window.

“I would love to, but no forge, remember?”

Jacob jumped up and spun you around, wrapping his arms around you tightly and kissed you, covering your face in the black dust again.

“I said I’ll get it back for you, and I will. Even if I have to take on the whole bloody police force, I will.”

Chuckling to yourself when you could actually imagine him doing that, your attention snapped to the door when Henry walked in, immediately lowering his gaze to the ground when he saw you.

“Oh. I was just looking for Evie, I’ll come back later….”

Slithering out from Jacob’s embrace and gesturing for him to give you and Henry a moment alone, you scoffed when he pouted and took two whole steps towards the other side of the carriage. Turning your attention back to Henry, you couldn’t help but blush when he was now staring at the very window that he saw you pushed up against earlier in the week. Clearing your throat and stepping towards him, you lay your hand on his arm and decided not to acknowledge the embarrassing situation that you had gotten in, but apologize for the blighter catastrophe now that you had finally gathered up the nerve after avoiding him for the best part of a month.

“Henry, I’m so sorry for what I did. I didn’t mean… I shouldn’t have.. Oh bloody hell, this sounded so much better in my head.”

You breathed a sigh of relief when Henry chuckled and hugged you briefly, before brushing your face with the back of his hand to get some of the dirt off.

“I could never stay cross at you (name), just promise me that next time you will speak to me first?”

“I promise. Evie went out not too long ago, said she was meeting someone named Clara?”

Noticing that Henry’s hand was now grubby, you pulled out your handkerchief and wiped the smudge off it before trying to clean up your own face, letting out an exasperated sigh when Jacob walked up behind you and rubbed his cheek against yours, making your efforts completely futile.

“Well, I better get going, have fun getting yourselves cleaned up.”

Grumbling to yourself as you watched Henry smirk at you and hastily jump off the train, you dropped the now black handkerchief on the floor and turned to face Jacob, who now had his eyebrows raised in confusion.

“What was all that about? He can’t still be that pissed about what happened at the station?”

“No, everythings fine, it doesn’t matter. You do realise that you’re absolutely filthy?”

You shrieked when he winked at you suggestively and quickly swept you off of your feet, carrying you back over to the sofa and ungraciously sitting down with you in his lap.

“When it comes to you, I can be extremely filthy.”

Giggling when he nuzzled into your neck and his fingers began massaging the inside of your thigh, your mouth dropped when he whispered something in your ear. You bit your lip in trying to stop a smile from creeping up your face when he looked back up at you, but your eyes obviously gave you away when he gave you a rather enticing wink.

“Oh you like that idea do you?”

Fiddling with the coin around his neck, you gave up trying to hide your expression, grinning widely and nodding.

“Mmmm, god you’re amazing. But unfortunately thats going to have to wait, we need to go in a few minutes.”

“Where are we going?”

Getting up and trying to brush yourself off to at least look a bit more presentable, you abandoned your attempts with a huff when Jacob jumped up next to you and grinned, drawing his initials on your cheeks with the soot.

“Lambeth. There’s someone who you could probably help.”

Following Jacob in through some random front door without even knocking, your eyebrows raised in wonder when you noticed that you weren’t in a house, but a rather large room with alot of instruments and apparatus laying about.

“Aleck? You here?”

You stood back when a smartly dressed man poked his head around the corner, not at all concerned that there were two people stood in the middle of his workshop unannounced.

“Ah Jacob, been hard at work I see. Have you seen Starricks latest lies?”

You cocked your head to one side as the man passed Jacob a newspaper, quite surprised that he had a thick Scottish accent.

“Lies? In a newspaper? I’m astonished. How’s the darts coming along?” Jacob asked in a sarcastic tone as he handed him back the paper.

“Not quite finished I’m afraid, I’ve completed the serum, but the dart mechanism isn��t working correctly.”

Stepping forward when Aleck presented a syringe type item to Jacob, the corner of your mouth twitched when you spotted what was wrong with it almost immediately. Jacob, noticing your expression, passed it to you so you could look at it closer for a moment, smirking when you fumbled in your pocket and pulled out a small file.

“Aleck, this is (name), she’s on our side. (Name) this is Aleck Bell, an inventor.”

Using the file to ping off an extra piece of metal on the side of the tube that would no doubt cause any kind of mechanism to jam, you gave it back to Jacob and extended your hand to the Scotsman, who now looked quite impressed.

“Pleasure to meet you Mister Bell. Your design was slightly flawed, but I’ve fixed it. It should work now.”

Smiling when he took your hand in both of his, it soon dropped when he shook it a little too enthusiastically, making you twist out of his grip before he pulled your arm off.

“The pleasures all mine my dear. Tell me, are you an inventor also?”

“Me? God no, just a blacksmith. Jacob, does it fit now?”

Spinning around to see Jacob grinning and slide the vial neatly into his gauntlet, you breathed a sigh of relief that what you had done actually worked, and you hadn’t made a fool out of yourself.

“Excellent. A blacksmith you say? Would you mind giving me your opinion on another of my inventions? Oh and Mister Frye, I intercepted a line, mentioning cargo that contains our cable lines had been seized at College Wharf.”

“Well then, I suppose i better go unseize it. (Name) will you stay here? I wont be long, especially with this new toy.”

Chuckling at his enthusiasm for his new contraption, you shooed him off when he grabbed you around the waist and kissed you quickly, eager to find out what Aleck wanted you to look at.

“So, you and Mister Frye?”

Following him to his workbench where he picked up a flask and spilt two drops into a dish, you gingerly plucked up some weird metal device off of the counter top, fiddling with it and wondering what on earth it could be.

“Yes. So what is it you wanted me to look at?”

“Ah god damn it!”

Flinging the curved piece of metal across the counter and grasping your finger tightly, you winced when a trickle of blood dripped down the side of your hand.

“Are you alright? Here, let me take a look.”

Holding out your hand to Aleck when he came rushing over with a cloth and wound it tightly around your fingers, you cursed under your breath for having cut yourself yet again. Whining when he pulled the fabric away to see how bad it was, you scowled when you saw quite a deep gash down the side of your index finger.

“Thats pretty bad, hold it tight, I shall get you a bandage.”

Squeezing as hard as you could to stop the bleeding, you were grateful that he came back quickly and pulled up a stool inches from yours, and began cleaning up your hand.

“Im sorry for getting blood everywhere, Im usually really good at this kind of thing. Guess I’m just not great in using other people’s tools.”

“Oh hush, you’re doing a marvellous job. It took me days to build just one of those things, and you have managed three in the past few hours.”

Staring at your hand as he wound the bandage firmly around your finger, you couldn’t help but notice that he was trembling slightly.

“Aleck, are you okay?”

“Erm, yes, just a little squeamish when it comes to blood. Pitiful I know.”

Taking his hands in yours when he finished doing the dressing, you gave him a broad smile and tried to take his mind off of it.

“Yet here you are, fixing me up. That’s incredibly brave to face something that scares you.”

“Trust me, I’m not brave, I feel like I’m about to throw up.”

“You better not, this is a new shirt!”

You both burst out laughing at the same time, stopping instantly when you turned your head towards the door at the sound of Jacob clearing his throat.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Aleck dropped your hands and jumped up out of the chair faster than you’d ever seen anyone move before, your eyebrows raising as you saw that Jacob was smiling, but his voice didn’t match his expression.

“Not at all. Just had a bit of an accident, Mister Bell was just fixing me up. How did the mission go?”

You clenched your teeth together when Jacob grasped your hand and inspected the bandage, his eyes narrowing slightly as he turned his attention to Aleck.

“I can answer that, you have triumphed once again Mister Frye!”

“Wait, how do you know that?” Jacob asked, his voice still laced with slight annoyance.

“We have entered the age of communication remember? I have already received word that the shipment has arrived safe and sound, thanks to you.”

Unwinding your dressing when you felt your hand starting to go numb because it was so tight, you stifled a chuckle when Aleck turned away quickly so he didn’t see your wound. Now that it had stopped bleeding, you held up your finger so Jacob could see the cut, flinching when his brow furrowed and he kissed the tip.

“So what else was in the shipment Aleck? There were too many blighters for it just to contain cable lines.”

“Ah, I’m afraid that Starricks poison has made it’s way to the open market.”

Jumping down off the stool when Jacob gestured that it was time to go, you quickly picked up the cloth and wiped the traces of your blood off the piece of metal you had cut yourself on and handed it to Aleck, so he could finish the infernal thing himself.

“Well, if Starrick thinks that will stop us, he’s wrong. Shall we be off?”

Waving to Bell as you followed Jacob out the door, you brow furrowed in confusion slightly when you walked side by side down the street in complete silence. Picking up your pace slightly so that you got in front of him, you stopped and turned to face him, your eyes narrowing as he just stared over your shoulder into the distance.

The corner of you mouth twitched when you suddenly realised what was wrong, so you lay your hands on his shoulders and jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pressing your lips against his firmly, ignoring the comments of the startled onlookers. It didn’t take long for him to return the kiss, you let out a gentle sigh when you felt his hands on your hips, and his tense posture quickly melting away. Pulling back to see his usual cheeky expression had returned, you tapped him on the nose with your good hand and tutted.

“Jealousy doesn’t suit you, just so you know.”

Holding on tighter as he carried on walking with you around his waist, you laughed at the woman who was briskly walking in the other direction, scoffing and covering her childs eyes with her hand.

“Jealous? I’m not jealous.”

“If you say so. Are you going to put me down? Or do you plan on carrying me all the way back to the train?”

You giggled when his hands wove around you, kissing you again then apologising when he bumped into a group of men who were deep in conversation. He dropped you down when you reached the end of the street, his attention snapping to an older gentleman with a bushy white beard who was yelling at another man that was jumping into a carriage.

“Mr Darwin? What’s all that about?”

You just managed to stifle your laughter when the man held on tightly to the door handle as the cart sped away, yanking it clean off and throwing it to the ground in annoyance.

“That is Richard Owen! A vile, despicable man!”

“Really? Could have sworn you were close friends” Jacob scoffed.

“Wait, Mr Owen works at the asylum…. He would know who makes the syrup! Get him! Get him!”

Breaking into a sprint behind Jacob when he immediately ran off in the direction that the man was travelling, you felt slightly smug when you managed to keep up with very little effort. Jumping up into a nearby empty carriage so you could gain some ground on the man, you were quite surprised when Jacob passed you the reins.

“Get as close as you can, and try to keep us steady.”

Nodding and cracking the reins, you managed to catch up to the other cart quickly, pulling up to the side of it in a steady path as Jacob climbed up onto the roof.

“Go find Evie!” Jacob shouted as he jumped across to the other carriage and pushed the driver into the road, taking his place in the front seat.

Slowing down and pulling up to the side of the street, your heart jumped into your throat when you watched Jacob drive more recklessly than usual, slamming the carriage into nearby objects, in what you guessed was his attempt to scare the man into giving him the information he needed. Now he was out of sight, you slowly walked down the street in the direction of the train station, wondering just how on earth you were going to find Evie this time of evening.

Stopping in your tracks when you heard alot of commotion from the other side of the street, your eyes narrowed when you saw four blighters circling a young woman dressed in green and yellow. Picking up your pace so you got close enough for them to hear you, the corner of your mouth twitched when you saw who it was.

“Oi! John, piss off and leave her alone!”

You just managed to suppress your laughter when the big blighter turned to face you, noticing quickly that he had a black eye and several lumps and bruises all over him.

“For you my dear, anything. You still owe me for that beatin’ I took helping you out though.”

Pulling a face and shooing him away when he waved at you and began walking off with his colleagues in the opposite direction, your brow furrowed in confusion when you saw the girl was now scowling at you.

“Erm, you okay? Bloody cowards, four of them ganging up on you like that.”

“I don’t need your help. Least of all from some blighters fancy bit.” She spat at you whist brushing herself off and pulling her waistcoat straight.

“Hmph. You’re welcome. And I’m not some blighters ‘fancy bit’ thank you very much.”

“Coulda fooled me. Great, now I’m late meetin Miss Evie.”

Your eyes widened and you started following her as she began walking away, much to her obvious annoyance.

“Wait, I need to talk to Evie, where is she? I’m (name) by the way.”

Nearly crashing into the back of the girl when she suddenly stopped and turned to face you in astonishment, you smiled brightly in hopes that she would let her guard down and tell you where her boss was.

“Mary. You know Miss Evie? How?”

“Nice to meet you Mary. I’ve been helping her for a while now, hopefully that proves I’m not a blighter, I wouldn’t be standing here if I were.”

Letting out a sigh of relief when her face softened slightly, you carried on walking beside her when she gestured for you to follow, hoping that you weren’t walking into some kind of ambush.

“Good point. Miss Evie’s definitely not someone you should mess with! She’s this way, scouting out a gang hideout.”

“Thanks. So you’re a Rook? What made you join them?”

Grinning when she walked taller as you said this, the slight nerves you had about following her drifted away as she began gushing about being part of the gang.

“I worked in a factory near here, boss treated us something terrible, and used kids to work the machinery. Miss Evie set us all free, so doing all I can to repay the favour. Then of course, there’s her brother.”

Your ears pricked up and you looked at her out of the corner of your eye, smirking when you knew what was coming next, given the expression on her face.

“Jacob? What about him?”

“Are you kidding?! Have you actually seen him? Apart from being rediculously attractive, and strong, charming, and the way he fights…. Oh the things I could do to that man.”

Dropping back slightly so she couldn’t see the smug look on your face, a pang of wickedness erupted inside you, and you decided to continue with the conversation.

“Well, I suppose he’s okay, I guess. Does he know how you feel?”

“Okay? Just okay? Are you blind or something?! I have tried, but he’s not done anything, yet. Just a matter of time. He’s got alot on his mind at the moment.”

Stopping when you got to the outskirts of the Southwark gang hideout, you spied the familiar black smoke from the Fryes train, and figured it would be best to wait for Evie there, rather than interrupted her while she was scouting.

“Hmmm, I see. Well thanks for your help Mary, I’ll find Evie on my own from here. Nice to meet you.”

You quickly ran off in the direction of the tracks grinning to yourself, but also trying to ignore the sudden twinge of guilt that pulled in your chest for not saying anything as you left the Rook staring at you, with a rather dumbfounded look on her face.

[saibh29]

Survival 101: Confession (Part 9)

Pairing: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Angst, mentions of punishment and retribution. 

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You hadn’t thought that life could get any more difficult, then of course Charlotte had to go and announce to a full blown mob that she was the one who had killed Wells. Bellamy had acted quickly and grabbed Charlotte pushing her forwards into the tent you’d previously all been in. Finn had stayed outside to keep the mob away from the doors and you and Clarke had followed Bellamy into the tent.

“Why, Charlotte?” Bellamy begged running his hands through his hair as he paced the full length of the not huge tent. “Why would you kill Wells?”

“I was just trying to help” she sobbed “his dad locked us all up, sent us down here to die. I couldn’t sleep at night for dreaming about him”

Your heart hurt for the little girl, she was just a child and had made a somewhat fatal mistake. You understood what that felt like.

“Charlotte?” you asked gently “How did you even know where to stab him like that?”

She wiped her eyes looking at you “I copied what you did to Atom”

“What?” the air had rushed from your lungs “I sent you to get Clarke from camp”

“I stayed. I wanted to see, to be brave”

“Fuck” you were the one who was rubbing at your neck this time as guilt hit you. She had copied how you had killed Atom. She had watched you push a knife into Atom’s artery and then done the same thing to Wells.

“BELLAMY, BRING THE GIRL OUT NOW!”

Murphy’s voice had apparently come back quickly enough as he yelled out for Charlotte. She had started crying again reaching out to grab at Bellamy’s sleeve.

“Please don’t let them hurt me. Please”

Bellamy looked torn, not knowing what to do. He obviously didn’t want to hand Charlotte over to a crowd who only moments before had been ready to watch Murphy hang.

“If you guys have any bright ideas speak up?” he scowled when Clarke remained silent “Great, now you stay quiet”

“Those are your boys out there Bellamy” Clarke insisted. “Get rid of them”

“This is not his fault” you didn’t know when you had suddenly turned into Bellamy’s cheerleader. It was the truth though. “If you had listened to us in the first place those idiots out there would still be building a wall”

“Y/N, we had to tell the truth, you know why I had to give them a chance”

“YOU WANT TO BUILD A SOCIETY PRINCESS? LET’S BUILD A SOCIETY. BRING HER OUT”

“The truth?” you snorted “yeah they seem real concerned with the truth Griffin”

“Look” Bellamy interrupted cutting off your and Clarke’s brewing argument. “Just stay here, watch her. I’ll talk to them”

With a sigh Bellamy set his shoulders and marched out of the tent leaving you with Clarke and Charlotte. Finn came back in as well staring at the three of you.

“It’s time to leave”

“Leave where?”

“We have to get Charlotte out of here. Now” he insisted as he took the girls hand pulling her to the back of the tent. Clarke following instantly, both of them stopping to look at you who hadn’t moved. “Y/N please, we need your help”

“Fine” you ducked under the tent canvas along with the other three.

Finn took hold of Charlotte with you in the lead and Clarke behind. You moved quickly through the trees ducking under low hanging branches and moving around ditches filled with putrid water. You moved easily however the others behind you were struggling to keep up.

Gasping Clarke came to a stop. “It’s going to be night soon. Where are we going? At least tell me you have a plan and we’re not just wandering aimlessly through the woods”

“I have a plan” Finn agreed pointing off to another direction this time you all walking until her stopped once more.

“CHARLOTTE! CLARKE, FINN AND Y/N CANT SAVE YOU”

Murphy’s voice was loud and far to close for you to feel comfortable about.

“We should run” Clarke said eyes nervously flicking around the trees. Waiting for Murphy to jump out and force you all to hand over Charlotte.

“Yeah that’s one way to go. I like my plan better” he reached into seeming grass and pulled on something, opening a type of hatch. “Get in. Get in” He helped Charlotte down into the hole then Clarke.

“I’m not getting in there”

“What? Y/N come on”

“No” you could feel panic starting to build in your chest at the idea of being in a hole once more, locked in a cell. “I can’t”

Finn must have heard the panic because his eyes softened slightly. “Y/N it’s bigger down there than it looks. It isn’t a cell. I promise”

“CHARLOTTE”

Your head snapped to the left Murphy was about to come through them.

“I can’t Finn” you shook your head “I’m sorry I just can’t. Get in and I’ll lead them away from here”

Finn hesitated but you were running out of time, the sounds of footsteps so close now that any second Murphy would appear.

“Run fast Y/N”

Finn dropped into the hatch as well pulling it closed. Disgusted at yourself for the panic that still welled up in your chest at the thought of being trapped within 4 walls once more you took a deep breath trying to clear out the panic there, waiting until Murphy had just come through the trees to run. You knew he’d caught sight of you from the sudden shouts of success. You weren’t worried about them catching you though as you flew through the forest, bypassing trees and jumping over obstacles on the floor.

When you could run no longer you found the sturdiest tree near and scaled it, settling into the branches.

Strange, you could hang above the ground on nothing but a small branch but the idea of being put in a hole with 4 walls made you hyperventilate to the point of uselessness.

Underneath a group of delinquents passed by with Murphy in the lead still hollering for Charlotte. He was moving remarkably quickly for a man who had just been beaten and hung. Apparently vengeance and malic highly motivating emotions. You let them pass content in the knowledge that they were going in the opposite direction to where Finn and Clarke had Charlotte hidden.

Smirking to yourself you watched the next man come into view. You couldn’t help having a little bit of fun with him pulling a chunk of bark off the branch and throwing it down at his head.

The bark hit Bellamy square in the back of his head as he spun knife out as he looked desperately for what had attacked him.

“Hey Blake!”

Bellamy jumped finally looking up eyes meeting your own in the soft dark of the light. “Fuck Y/N. What the hell are you doing up there?”

“Well there happens to be a mob running around looking for blood. I’m avoiding them”

“Where are they?”

“Safe”

Bellamy let out a relieved sigh at that still frowning at you though. “Will you please come down from there?”

“Sure” taking a step out of the tree you dropped to the ground in a crouch, looking up from your new position into Bellamy’s face. “I’m down”

“I can see that” he rubbed at his face. “What exactly are we going to do?”

“I honestly have no idea. I don’t have a plan here Bellamy. Finn and Clarke have her safe but they can’t stay there forever” you paused thoughts bubbling in your brain. “It’s one or the other I believe. Murphy won’t let it go and Charlotte would never be safe. So either we keep Murphy or we keep Charlotte”

“We can’t hurt a 13 year old girl”

“Murphy will be more useful to the group”

“Y/N” Bellamy snapped a horrified tinge coming to his face. “You cannot mean that you want to give her to Murphy”

“I’m not saying that” you insisted “I’m just… thinking out loud. We have very few options here Blake and none of them are particularly appealing” From the tree’s the sounds of shouting became loud once more as Murphy’s group turned around heading back towards you and Bellamy. “We can’t stay here Bellamy”

Obviously he agreed because without thought Bellamy grabbed your hand linking his fingers with your own and pulling as the two of you took off back into the forest away from the sounds of shouting.

[sehunsgirl]

1-102 :))))

question: why you like that. ok i’ll answer the ones i haven’t.

1. what’s a song you depict with your childhood?

Melanie Martinez’s Pity Party

2. did you have a memorable childhood pet?

i used to have a cat named Xiggy ( nickname for Xigbar. and yes the one from Kingdom Hearts LMFAO ) he was a stray who i got attached to and my mom got him all fixed up and tested and i kept him for a few yrs but he ran away HAHA 

9. which came first the chicken or the egg?

i hate this question that i refuse to answer. 

10. are you part of the lgbtq+ community? do you support them?

i am. i’m not straight. and...absolutely? haha.

11. how many siblings do you have?

i have only half siblings. 5 of them.

12. have you ever been in love with someone you couldn’t love?

since i’m not sure i’ve ever even been in love in the first place: probably not.

13. are you a good cook?

i forgot i was boiling water and burnt it just a few days ago. hope that answer this question!

14. what is your favorite tv show?

don’t have one! but i watch the Discovery ID channel every day lol

15. what is the last movie you cried during?

uh actually idek. pretty sure it was Mulan though LMAO ( i went on a disney movie binge )

16. what are songs you’ve cried to when you first heard them? (if any)

She’s Dreaming , Skyscraper , What If... , Time Lapse, and Wild Horses [ just a FEW ]

17. do you have a middle name?

it’s Monique.

18. have you been out of your country?

not yet! but i wanna!

19. are you a chocolate fan or not?

meh, not really. only every now and then do i eat it.

24. what is your favorite flower?

pink roses!!! 

30. do you have neat handwriting?

lmao NO. my handwriting still looks like it did in high school bc i rarely hand write anything anymore.

31. do you have a friend with benefits?

currently: DIFFICULT question pass!

32. do you want a friend with benefits?

actually. . been thinkin bout that but iduno!

33. if you could be anything in the world, what would you be?

Nothing.

34. have you ever been blackout drunk?

kinda. i hate getting blackout drunk if i am being honest. i know my own drinking limits, so i try not letting myself get to that point but i have been drunk to the point of falling asleep on my bathroom floor and waking up confused 😪

35. have you ever met someone famous?

like officially? No.

36. how many concerts have you been to?

five? ya five i think.

37. which concerts have you been to?

back in middle school i went to some papa roach / buckcherry / other artists with my step sister. i’ve also been to KCON NY twice and EXO’LuXion and EXO’rDIUM

39. what do you do when you’re stressed?

either cry or do something to act like i aint stressed until it boils over and then im back to crying 

40. do you think money can buy love?

no, but some people think it can. all the power to u if that’s what it takes for u to love someone ig

41. how old would you date?

like my age range in who i would date? tbh i’m not someone who really looks at age. you can connect with anyone, no matter what. though my cap is under 18 or over 40

42. have you ever done something illegal?

who knows

44. what is an unusual fear you have?

don’t think any of my fears are pretty unusual tbh

45. can you drive?

yes

46. do you believe in supernatural creatures?

absolutely. we aren’t the only creatures in the world. us, being humans.

47. do you believe in karma?

yup. what comes around goes around as justin timberlake said in the early 2000s

48. what is one quality you need in your partner?

honesty.

49. do looks matter?

trust me, they do not.

50. does size matter?

again, trust me, they do not.

51. who is the last person you forgave?

that is something i will keep to myself.

52. what is your favorite ice cream flavor?

butter pecan.

53. what languages can you speak besides english? 

none fluently, sadly.

54. ever been on a plane?

yes.

55. ever been on a boat? 

yes.

56. is there anyone you’ve lost touch with that you wish you hadn’t? 

honestly....yes.

57. are there any friendships you regret?

sadly, yes.

58. are there any friendships you wish you could make?

yup.

59. have you ever stayed awake for 24 (+) hours?

uhm... more often than not, i kinda do LOL but ya

60. have you ever walked outside after 12 am?

yes.

61. have you ever seen a sunrise completely through?

believe it or not: yes!

62. are you scared of rollercoasters? 

eh so-so

63. on a scale of 1-10 how stressed are you usually?

1000

64. do you have any plans this weekend?

i have an all day photoshoot planned tomorrow.

65. do you miss anyone right now?

i miss A.

66. who do you wish you were talking to right now?

A.

67. if you could have any superpower, what would it be?

cloning.

68. who is your favorite superhero?

don’t have one.

69. are you dirty minded?

... yeahhh hahah most times, also i see why you asked this since it’s the 69th question smh

70. what is your favorite song from every decade starting at that 80’s?

jesus. ... 80s: Darling Nikki ( by Prince ) 90s: My Little Secret early 2000s:  Say My Name

71. how many kids, if any, do you want?

maybe one or two

72. who is your biggest OTP?

let’s not ( its sebaek & baeksoo )

73. what is your favorite food?

chicken and dumplings!

74. do you want to be married one day?

i doubt anyone would wanna marry me but ya 

75. dogs or cats?

i like both

76. do you drink enough water daily?

not really but i’ve been doing better with this

77. have you ever seen a shooting star?

no! :(

78. if you had the opportunity to go to the moon, would you?

no lmao

79. how many best friends do you have?

two.

80. when was the last time you cried?

earlier but that’s because i was scared and not feeling okay

81. have you ever laughed so hard you peed yourself?

yes omg the memory is so vivid lmfao

82. have you ever made anyone laugh so hard they peed?

yes HAHAH

83. if you could travel any where in the world, where would you go?

Estonia, Seoul, Tokyo, Netherlands

84. what are 3 words you would use to describe yourself?

annoying, tender, lavender. 

85. do you consider yourself a loyal person?

absolutely.

86. what is your favorite season and why?

autumn because its not super cold or super hot even though there are super hot or cold days. it’s a nice in between.

87. have you ever told anyone you loved them, and didn’t mean it?

no. absolutely not. if i say it i mean it.

88. do you know how to play any instruments?

no Heh

89. do like like falling asleep to music or not?

it really depends on my mood when i’m going to sleep.

91. have you ever wanted to be someone else for a day just so you could see what there life is like?

No. because if i do that , that means they’d have to be me in return, right? i wouldn’t subject anyone to that. i’m in pain 24/7

92. if you could be any character from your favorite tv show would you, and if so, who would you be?

no cause they always goin through dramatic shit and i’d rather not.

93. if you could be best friends with any celebrity who would it be and why?

Sehun, deadass. he seems like he’s a chill and cool friend!

94. are you outgoing?

meh not really?

95.) have you ever wanted to kiss someone, but weren’t brave enough to?

yes :/

96. are you a good flirt?

no i suck at it and don’t really purposely flirt lol

97. have you ever been turned down, or have you ever turned anyone down?

both. though i’ve been turned down more than i’ve had to turn anyone down.

98. which planet is your favorite?

Venus.

99. are you superstitious?

very. i tend to get on peoples nerves LMAO

100. are you a good listener? 

Yes.

101. are you a good kisser

i’d like to think im okay?

[rogerwhiteblog-blog1]

A short story based off true events

A DARK JOURNEY AHEAD

PART I

Three men are about to embark on the journey of a lifetime, a journey they have sought to begin all their lives. The three men, Oliver Smith (34 years old), George Williams (35), and Luke Jefferson (21), have agreed to join each other on an expedition to Sydney Australia. They plan to leave from the South African city of Cape Town and head directly south where they hope to strike the continent ~2000 miles off mainland. The three men have all contributed slightly to the purchase of an old British Yacht that they hope will be able to deliver them to Sydney and back.

Oliver Smith is a man of many words. He is extremely extroverted, and whether or not this is natural or caused by the alcohol he consumes daily, he can be obnoxious and annoying on occasion. Oliver has worked in a cigarette factory outside of Cape Town for most of his life. Unlike Oliver, George is a quiet man who only talks when it is necessary. He has worked as a doctor for his entire life, graduating from Oxford Medical school in England. He comes from a very wealthy family, and because of this, he himself is very wealthy. He has contributed the most out of the three to the purchasing of the yacht. George and Luke are partners in the field of medicine. Both work at Cape Town medical center, Luke being one of the nurses. Because of this business relationship, Luke and George have been friends for quite some time. If it weren’t for Oliver’s boating experience and wisdom, George and Luke would have ventured across the ocean alone.

December 12, 1930

The three men board the small vessel in Cape Town harbour. Before the trip, they had collectively decided that each man should be responsible for their own equipment and resources. There were only a few things that they needed in order to survive on this journey, food being one of them. The men had packed plenty of food for each other, it is actually fitting to say that they had a surplus of food. With this excess amount of vegetables, meats, grains, and even fruit, the men would surely not starve. At around 9:00 AM, the men set sail to the vast, blue ocean that would be their home for at least the next two weeks until they were to reach the British Colony of Australia. Oliver was in charge of steering the boat out of the harbour and making sure the boat was heading in the right direction. Around ten miles off shore, George and Luke were talking when all the sudden Oliver shouted back at them,

“There’s a shark over here!”

The shark was no bigger than 7 feet, and outside the boat the shark posed no threat to the passengers on the boat.

“Isn’t it beautiful, nature at it’s finest”, George stated.

“Is that another one, down a little?”, questioned Luke.

All of the sudden multiple great whites were seen off the north side of the boat. At this point, they were about two miles off shore, so they didn’t pose any danger to the crew, but they were still very fascinating to watch.

“After all, it’s not everyday you get to see a ten foot fish!”, said Oliver.

The sharks were large blue blurs streaking across the surface. The sharks that were further down below the ocean surface appeared quite small, but in actuality, most of the sharks were consistent in length, ~7ft long. Each shark had a bright flare of light that reflected off of it’s seemingly smooth, gray scales.  

As night approached, the sailors agreed to call it a day. Each of them went to their assigned beds and slept through the night. Everybody was well kept and doing well.

December 13, 1930

As each sailor woke, the sun crept further and further above the horizon. At this point, around 100 miles off shore, the waves were fairly calm. Being this far off shore meant the sailors were fully committed to what they were doing. There was no turning back, and besides, the sailors felt better than ever. Confident and ready to take the day head on, even though there wasn’t much George and Luke could do to help. Oliver remained in the captain's booth where he would sing along to an old Philco radio that was built into the control panel, while Luke and George enjoyed their day at sea by smoking a few cigars and playing numerous games of checkers. Besides this, the crew really didn’t do much at all. At one point in the planning process of this journey, Luke suggested that they should bring along fishing equipment in case they got board and wanted to go deep-sea fishing. The only problem with this idea was that they had enough equipment on the boat already and wanted to keep the weight at a very minimum to ensure that the boat would travel as fast as possible with the least amount of resistance.

“So far, so good”, Oliver told his crew members as they began preparing to go to bed for their second night at sea. Each of them laughed and wished each other a good night's sleep. So far, so good indeed.

At around two in the morning, George was awakened by a strange noise that he heard on the bow of the boat. As he put on his glasses he noticed that Luke was not in his bunk. George followed his ears to the bow where he saw Luke bent over the side of the boat vomiting. George, being the kind friend he is to Luke, brought out some ice wrapped in a wet towel and a glass of water. In the middle of his attempt to treat Luke, Luke suddenly fainted. At this point, Oliver had been awoken from his deep sleep and stumbled out onto the bow. George informed him on what had happened and helped George carey Luke back to his bunk. Luckily for Luke, there was no better shipmate to have on board. A certified doctor was to surely take care of him. Even though Luke had passed out, he was in stable condition and was only suffering from an intense degree of motion sickness. In other words, Luke was sea sick.

December 14, 1930

Another day at sea. George and Oliver continued with their daily routines, and as for Luke, well.. he was very tired and preferred to stay in his bunk for the rest of the day. With that said, George smoked his cigar by himself on the bow. One would think George would suffer from boredom, but instead he found a way to relax himself and enjoy the blue sky and ocean. George spent hours at a time staring into the seemingly endless ocean blue. While George pondered the questions of life, Oliver started to become tired of singing along to the radio, so he just listened.  

It had been two days since the three men had seen land, and so far, only Luke had been affected by this.

“How are you?”, George questioned Luke.

He replied weak, “I’ll survive. Im sure this cold will pass with a few days of rest”

“Look forward to seeing that sand and rock”

“That might be the only thing making me feel better”, Luke giggled at this thought. They both laughed.

Oliver entered the room. “ From what I know it appears as though we’ll make landfall in about two days. Hang in there boy, the land’s comin’”

“I’m sure it is”

“In the meantime, you should start eating a little more to keep your strength up. I’m sure you’ll feel better then”, exclaimed George.

Oliver and George helped Luke get out of bed for the first time that day. As he entered the kitchen, he shied away from the rays of the setting sun, like a vampire. Luke tried to eat, but the food didn’t stay in his stomach long. After the meal the sailors went back to their bunks and settled in from a long, tiring day at sea.

“So far so good”, said Oliver before he turned off the one bulb that illuminated their sleeping quarters. Instead of laughter, George responded, “Yes, so far so good. Only two more days”. They each wished each other a goodnight and drifted off in their sleep. So far, so good.

Another nights sleep would be interrupted, but this time the matter was much more serious. George woke to the sound of thunder outside the walls of the quarters. He slowly walked out to the bow of the ship only to be amazed by a spectacular thunderstorm. Oliver and Luke also woke from their sleep and met up with George on the bow. The entire crew was amazed by the flashes of light that illuminated the entire night sky. Each flash would reveal the enormous clouds that carried this monstrous storm. As the crew studied the clouds, their hearts stopped when they realized that the storm was to soon pass over their heads. Minutes away from impact, the crew rushed to make sure everything was properly tarped and ready to brave the storm. The storm angered the ocean, which caused massive swells to carry over the side of the ship. At one point, the waves grew so big that they towered over the ship. Before the rain even began, inches of water flooded the wood floor of the boat. The crew worked furiously to drain the water with buckets no larger than the Philco radio on board. The waves knocked the boat around so vigorously that the crew was lucky to stand for more than five seconds at a time. Once the rain began the wind started to blow harder and harder, causing the tarps to fly off the side of the boat. Food, tools, supplies, everything was lost overboard except the victims of this godlike storm. In about twenty minutes the storm was over. Luke had passed out once again, which was a shame considering that he had felt much better before the storm had completely wrecked their ship. Very little food, few supplies, and the worst of all, no electricity. The boat was officially stranded in the southernmost part of the Indian Ocean. George and Oliver worked all night trying to drain the water from the floor of the boat. The crew had only slept about five hours that night, Luke being the exception. George and Oliver had lifted Luke and put him on one of the top bunks to ensure he wouldn’t be drenched in seawater. George and Oliver were no longer quite content on how their journey had gone so far. “So far, so good” was no longer a valid phrase. As dawn approached, fear and sorrow swept over the crew. George and Oliver sat on the bow looking back on the chaos the boat had endured.

“Mother nature cannot be stopped, her power is unlimited. All we can do is endure and stay strong. Everything will be okay as long as we stay smart with our decisions”, George told Oliver.

“Don’t worry, everything will be okay. Matter of fact, everything is okay. We are still alive aren’t we?”

“Why yes, I suppose you're rig-”

“No need to suppose George, I know I’m right”

The thing was Oliver wasn’t right. Although Oliver was greatly optimistic, every thing was not okay. Besides a few turnips and loose grain, the crew had no food. Luke was no longer in stable condition as he was extremely dehydrated, and without fresh water, his condition was to continue to worsen. The crew had a choice that day, either to subdue to the wrath of nature, or to tackle adversity head on.

END OF PART I