#one of the biggest things i worry about is people memorizing my pronouns but still seeing me as a girl/feminine 🙃

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[ynscrazylife]

Annabeth Chase Headcanons (PJO), with a reader who knows how to play the guitar? plis female pronouns 😼✌🏻

Playing Guitar & Dating Annabeth Would Include . . .

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You playing the guitar is literally the reason you two are dating in the first place

She heard you practicing the new song you had been trying to write and a) fell in love with how good the music is and b) because you were stunningly gorgeous

She loves hearing you play the guitar

It’s her favorite thing

Just like how you love to watch Annabeth read because of the facial expressions she makes and how concentrated she is, she loves to watch you play guitar

In her mind, your concentrated face while you’re trying to work the song out is absolutely adorable

And just like how she loves to share her latest architecture designs, you love to share your music

AND OH MY GOD WHEN YOU SANG FOR HER FOR THE FIRST TIME??

she nearly fainted

cause your voice was her favorite sound ever (besides your music, of course)

she could never get enough of you playing covers of songs or your own songs

and would constantly brag about you to her friends and her half-siblings

it did help that you were a child of apollo

annabeth was always asking you to play music

and she realized she was in love with you when, at your two month anniversary, your gift to her was a song you wrote

if anybody ever critiqued your music or your singing, she was fighting with them

like one time percy made an offhand comment while you were still working through the new lyrics, and she absolutely kicked his ass during training

she’s VERY protective

Annabeth will also always offer hand massages because she knows how tired your hands can get when playing

and wow she’s great at massaging

One time you were overworking yourself to get a new song done in time for your performance that Chiron allowed you to do

Even though Annabeth is usually the one overworking herself and rarely listened to you when you wanted her to take a break, she now understood what it was like for you

She got worried because you weren’t sleeping and wanted you to rest

Things only got worse when you lost your lyrics sheet

because you didn’t have your lyrics memorized

You ended up crying, the stress and the tiredness that had been building up and now she was facing the consequences, losing the lyrics being the final straw

Annabeth wrapped her arms around you and hugged you tight

You ended up cuddling and you told Annabeth that you wished for a little more time to prepare before your performance

So after you fell asleep Annabeth made arrangements with Chiron

The next day she helped you find the lyrics

Thankfully you found them

And she was there while you practiced

The next week it was the performance!

Annabeth was your biggest fan

She made sure the venue and everything was perfect

And she happily clapped along to the beat

She had the loudest cheers when you finished

Because you made her so happy

And she made you so happy

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[iheartchv]

Matchup for a friend of @geeksaurus30

i am American, my pronouns are she/her and i am bisexual. I am a scorpio but i dont act like one, the total opposite of how they are to act. I am 5' 1'' permanently. It is one of my major insecurities. I have grey blue eyes and breast length dirty blond hair. i am almost always introverted but if your a major fiend or i get to know you it will be none stop talking and book recommendations. i daydream and tend to zone out a lot. i have high prescription ADHD, diagnosed depression, and have cut my self my arm is still slightly fresh cut. i love to read and write, drawing anime girls and the turtles is a big hobbie of mine. i have a passion for art and love all kinds of music, the outdoors are pretty from a distance. i tend to doodle a lot because of ADHD. I also love to write stories. Mostly fanfiction based after our lovely boys but also some harry potter and twilight. I am a HUGE nerd and geek. all the harry potter books?memorized?twilight?yep?Lord of the rings and the hobbit?check. I like to talk to people about my interests that I love even if others hate it. I am the oldest of two siblings. My depression mostly comes from them and my family.# family problems/ are called awful things by them but other than my sisters my family is mostly fine i have no relationship with my birth mom me and my dad are. I would give the world to people. any person and people. also very trusting. my biggest weaknesses and power. i'm good at cooking but bad at baking i will hipper focus on one book series till its done and i am a coffee and tea addict. slight acne that people say isnt that bad but hey Insecurities. also i live in alaska.

🤔I think youd be paired mostly with... Donatello💜

Donnie would fall for you

When you first met him, he was quiet; he wasnt sure how to approach you

He wanted to get to know you so he started talking about random things untitl the subject of books came up

Since then, hes become best friends with you

And then he started thinking more about you than he should, and knew that he had a crush on you

When you both started dating, after he found out more about you and your problems, he wanted to be the man... er, turtle to take care of you

Even if theres no one to back you up, Donnie will

Theres nothing hed rather do than sit with you and drink coffee/tea and talk with you

He'll love your cooking, but will appreciate your baking as well

Practice makes perfect

This nerdy turtle is such a sweetheart

He will worry more about you than himself

He wants to put you before him and his needs

Donnie is nothing but a precious cinammon roll when he kisses you

Until he starts being more bold will he then show you how much he loves you

As stated above, he will put you above other things, so he will protect you at any cost

Even if it means giving his life for yours for you to be safe

Youre just like oxygen, I can't live without you, my dove💖💖💖💖💖

I love you, so so much🐢💜💕👩🏼

Hope this is alright and get who you wanted😁😅

[sword-brainrot]

Oh, um! May I request a matchup? I know these can be draining to do so feel free to skip me if you want!!

So, um hi! Im a 19 yo translation student! Everyone uses she/her when talking to me, but you can use whatever you like, I dont mind pronouns! Im really shy and kinda anxious when talking to people, but I'm completely see-through ;; cant tell a lie to save my life haha Im super curious abt practically anything and I love to learn new things! When I have to get work done, I make sure it looks shiny and perfect! (even tough I procastinate on it until there's almost no time left,,,,) I prefer indoors because loud sounds make me somewhat panicky??;;;; and in my free time I play games, learn useless stuff and sleep... y'know, the usual ^^;

As for what I'd like in a parter.... I want someone who cares about me ;; I know it may be a bit too much but I guess I can dream right? :') As for myself,,,, idk id be a completely mess ;; Im good at listening I think! but when it comes to affection Im at a loss and I just get embarrassed,,,, I blush at everything and when Im put in a spot I try to laugh it off ;;

Um, also... Im sure you already noticed but I have some self issues so you may want to take this into consideration???? maybe???? Im sorry I had to bring this up;;; i tought it could help you get a better picture of myself haha???? uuu;; (um also i apologize for this huge wall of text, i know its all over the place.... dont know how to organize it;;;;)

Oh, and I don't care about sword types nor I have a preference! I love all the slashy boys equally ♡

Thank you for taking the time to read this, I really appreciate it 💖💖

Oh I would never skip your request! If I ever get drained, I would take a small break. I wanna do your requests dear! Feel free to request as much as you want, I have a blast whenever I can write and make someone smile because of it. Don't worry about bothering me or anything, seeing requests always makes me smile and excited to write 💖🌺

I Match You With...

🌸 Ishikirimaru 🌸

♡  Ishikirimaru is a very calm and friendly guy, he would understand very well how scary social interaction can be for some people. He would never push you too far and make sure he knows your limits. He would offer you to have tea with him or help him clean just so you both can bond together and let you know what he does want to be around you. He doesn't mind if you don't talk much because you are shy! Ishikirimaru doesn't talk too much in general but doesn't mind starting the conversation and having a short discussion about things that may interest you or your thoughts on things.

♡  Don't worry about ever making him angry or annoyed, it is very hard to do that. He is very easy going and cares a lot about other people. The only way he would ever get actually angry at you is if you say something insensitive about how people's lives in war don't matter or something along those lines. He was a sword kept in a temple that often got prayed to for healing the warriors who came back from battle with deadly wounds. That is the only thing that would actually get under his skin. He cares a lot about the people around him and even the people he doesn't know, he prays for all of their well beings. Even yours. He cares about you a lot as well and will tell you often that you matter to everyone. He is aware that you would never say something to upset him on purpose. As long as the two of you talk it out and apologize to each other, he will forget it even happened. He wouldn't let one slip of the tongue to ruin the relationship.

♡  He tries hard to make sure he never upsets anyone and thinks over his words carefully, but even he makes mistakes and words don't come out how they planned. He will make the most effort to apologize and make sure his words didn't hurt you badly. If they did, he would spend hours on end talking it out and making sure you know that he would never mean anything that would hurt you. He cares about you a lot and your smile is his favorite.

♡  Ishikirimaru might be a little pushy when you talk badly about yourself. He loves everything about you and it hurts him when you think you are lesser than everyone. He will often try to stop you before you go too far with talking down upon yourself and give you plenty of compliments, even if they embarrass you. He wants you to know that you are deserving of love and that you are much better than you give yourself credit for. You have your own talents and people cherish you for being you. They want you in their life because you are you.

♡  "Aruji, I haven't been human long but I understand that being human is a complicated task. The mind can be a cruel one and the deadliest thing to our souls. My words may not mean much but please trust me when I say that you like you for you. You will see things you do not like about yourself because you are stuck with yourself constantly so you will pick up things that others will not. We are all hard on ourselves. Life is even worse on us. So take a deep breath and let yourself receive a little kindness. You deserve it. You give out so much to everyone so you need to know that it is okay to love things about yourself and be proud of who you are. You will make mistakes and not everyone will be your friend but that is okay, because you are human and you have your own life. Surround yourself with people that will love and appreciate you for who you are now. I love and appreciate you for who you are, aruji. So.. Don't be so hard on yourself, alright? It hurts my fragile heart when I see you beat yourself up for small mistakes. It's okay to stumble at times, just get up again... okay? I'll lend you my hand as well."

♡  As you can tell, Ishikirimaru is a very good listener. His whole life as a sword was to listen to those of the pained and give guidance. Even if he couldn't exactly do that in his sword form, he can do that now! He will listen to everything you have to say. Don't be shy to ramble to him. He will give you a happy smile as he listens. Tell him about the things that make you happy, what make you angry, what makes you laugh, and what makes you sad. Ishikirimaru will be right by your side, offering tea and a shoulder if you need it. You aren't alone and he will make sure you know that you don't have to face these thoughts alone.

♡  Just as how you are see through and can't lie, Ishikirimaru has a similar issue. He has a very hard time ever lying and chooses to never lie. The only time he will lie is if it is to protect others. He will often put himself in the painful position in missions so others don't have to face the hardship. He tries to not do it often because he knows that people care about him and he doesn't have to face things alone, but he would rather not see anyone sad if he can help it!

♡  He finds your embarrassed face the cutest thing in the world. Don't be scared to tell him to stop if the compliments become too much for you to handle! He will laugh it off and apologize for going too far with his comments. As stated above, he doesn't lie. So just know that every compliment he gives you is a very sincere comment that he means with his whole heart. Ishikirimaru doesn't need much affection, as long as you show that you simply care about him, he is happy. He would like to hold your hand from time to time but otherwise, he wouldn't force you to do anything you don't wish to do. Go at your own pace in the relationship, he won't rush you!

♡  Ishikirimaru will tell you anything you wish to learn! He might not have a library of knowledge of the past due to being stuck in a shrine for most of his life but he had also studied and learned about the history he came from. If you take an interest in his prayers and religion, he would gladly tell you all the tales he is aware of and teach you the cleansing sermon he often does to give positive spiritual energy. It is something that brings him peace of mind and makes him happy to talk about, so if you are willing to learn about what makes him who he is today and what makes him happy, he would be overjoyed to share all his knowledge to you.

♡  He understands very well the appeal of getting work done to the best of your ability and making it look the best you can. He wouldn't label himself a perfectionist but he does want to do the best he can. Often with cleaning. You will often see him stuck in a room all day because he wants to make sure it is spotless before he comes out and continues work else where. Though... by the time he is done... It is dinner time. Perhaps the two of you could work together and get work done to the point you are both happy with it.

♡  Ishikirimaru is also someone who happens to stay inside for the most part. The only time he goes outside would be to enjoy tea in the sun or if he has to work the field/horse keeping. Ishikirimaru is a very soft spoken and gentle man so you don't have to worry about him every raising his voice and scaring you. If there is ever a loud noise, whether it is other swords or a storm outside, he will gently hold your hand and try to calm you down. He will assure you that it's okay to not like loud noises but he will make sure that nothing hurts you. He will even try to lead you away to somewhere that may be a little more quiet. Giving you a distraction to get your mind off the noise. He wants nothing more than you to feel comfortable and safe.

♡  Depending on the game, he may want to play with you! He tends to like card games even though he is very easy to read and often loses. He tends to laugh about it after when he realizes that he was accidentally showing his hand every time he set down his cards to get a sip of tea. If it's video games, he would prefer to just watch you play and talk to you while you enjoy the game. He isn't the biggest fan but still enjoys to watch! Ishikirimaru is a pretty good teacher! So if you wish to study with him, he would be flattered that you wished to study with him out of everyone. He is very understanding that some material is hard to memorize out of no where. He would just softly correct you and tell you to work on it a little more. He rewards you with sweets every time you do really well on any test he gives you to test how much you remember.

♡  Ishikirimaru would be the most understanding and gentle partner. He wants nothing more than you being comfortable and happy. He would work hard on you slowly forgiving yourself when you make a mistake and love yourself a little more. He would never give up on you and be there if you ever needed.

[ao3-writer]

Tyler an Ethan have been friends since they were kids. Tyler has always been protective of Ethan when he gets into relationships, they always end and Tyler is always there for comfort. Eth: you're so nice to me Tyler, *tears* you're going to make a girl so happy one day. Ty: I could make you happy eth. Fic plz?

WHY MUST YOU PULL AT MY HEaRT but in all honesty your writing is amazing! how about a fluff since these angsts are so sad? Tyler and Ethan go to the movies and sit in the very back like teenagers and they start to be all cute and kisses and hickeys :P 

Adorable domestic tythan pls I’ll love you forever

 [WOOOOOOOO]

 Tyler knew exactly what went wrong when Ethan had burst into his room, heartbroken. Another guy has broken Ethan’s heart. It always breaks Tyler whenever he sees Ethan like this. Somber and quiet. He has restless nights and clearly has done things he shouldn’t have.

 The most recent breakup was no different from the others. Tyler just wished he would be there for Ethan, so he could reassure him that he would never let him go. 

 So Tyler decided to take him for a movie. Just for the hell of it to lift his spirits.

  “What movie is it?” Ethan whined as Tyler bought their tickets.

  “Don’t worry about it. Listen, tonight is for both of us. I need to let go of some stress and you need to forget about… him.” Tyler said the pronoun with more venom than he intended. 

 They walked into the movie theater, seeing a small line in front of the snacks. Tyler offered to wait there, urging Ethan to go find them a seat.

  “No, I want to hang with you,” Ethan said, “we won’t lose a seat anyway. Nobody ever comes here.” Tyler chuckled. He knew he wouldn’t win Ethan on this one.

 You see, the two of them have been friends since they were merely kids. Tyler began to develop the biggest crush on Ethan, but he was always too scared to tell him. Ethan had zero intentions for Tyler as he seemingly dated multiple people throughout their high school years. It didn’t necessarily bother Tyler, what did bother him was how each and every relationship always ended with Ethan in tears.

 Tyler was always there to comfort him. Each and every time, Ethan would find Tyler and cry to him. Tyler tried his best not to lose his shit, he always remained calm. The very next day, Tyler would always give Ethan’s new ex a piece of his mind… and admittedly his fist.

 Ethan knew Tyler did it, only twice had Ethan scolded Tyler for it. The other boy didn’t care. He’d do whatever it took to keep Ethan safe. Admittedly, Tyler could not keep the other boy from getting into a relationships, even through the warnings and the foretelling. But he cared nonetheless whenever it always ended the same way.

 After finally getting their popcorn and candy, the two sat in the very back of the theater. The lights were dimmed after a couple of seconds and the previews began to roll. Ethan munched on his popcorn quietly, the two sitting comfortably in silence. When Ethan realized what movie it was, his heart skipped a beat. 

 He had been dying to watch this movie for so long. Tyler constantly heard Ethan talking about it, so he figured it was about time they went and watched it. Ethan was so intrigued by the film, he failed to notice Tyler’s occasional stare.

 Once the movie was about to reach its climax, one of the characters had died. Ethan almost began to tear up, that’s when his sudden emotional wall fell down. He began to cry quietly and he felt Tyler swipe his thumb across his cheek to remove the tear.

  “Why are you crying?” Tyler asked, looking at Ethan in concern.

  “I-it’s just,” he mumbled before letting out a quiet laugh, “you’re just so… good to me. You’re so nice, bro. I just hope you make a girl happy some day.”

 Tyler chuckled, looking at the movie for a second before turning back to Ethan.

  “I-i’ve always wanted to make you happy, Eth.”

 The smaller man turned his attention to Tyler. The words stunned him into silence. Even in the dark, Ethan could still see the other man’s blue eyes. The glistening, blue eyes that were always there to comfort him and support him.

Tyler was the first to move, leaning into Ethan and sliding his hand onto his neck as they pulled each other into a kiss. That’s all it started out as. A simple, momentary kiss. They pulled apart, looking at each other through the darkness of the theater before they went back into one another, catching the other’s lips as their kiss became passionate.

 As awkward as it was, Tyler could still describe it as one of his most memorable kisses. Ethan tangled his fingers into Tyler’s hair, the latter tracing his fingers down Ethan’s neck to send shivers across his body.

 Their second lasted seconds, but it felt like minutes.

 After the movie ended, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other as they went to a park. There, they laid on the grass to gaze at the stars. Ethan’s hand intertwined with Tyler’s.

  “You’re too good to me,” Ethan whispered. Tyler chuckled.

  “No… you’re too good to be hurt again,” Tyler replied.

 Ethan turned his head to look at the other man. His eyes definitely shined more in the night than in the movie theater. Ethan kissed Tyler once more before remaining in his position. turned sideways and looking into Tyler’s eyes. The two lay in the grass for most of the night before the taller man had to carry the other into the car and drive him back home.

[filthy-reckless-rp]

Congratulations Jo! Hazel Williams is all yours. Honestly what can I say except eeeeeeeeeeh. We’ve waited so long for you to come back to us, and it’s finally happened (and with a brilliant take on a fan-fave character, too, how lucky are we?)! Paige and I are so so glad to have you back, and we can’t wait to see where you take Hazel and what wonderful things you do with her.

*FC change to Dove Cameron has been accepted*

Please send your account in ASAP and you know the rest.

---Admin C

Name: Joana (Jo)

Age:26 (old af)

Preferred Pronouns: she/her

Timezone: GMT

Do you have any triggers?: nada

How active are you? (Please describe in words):not as active as I’d like. For sure! But I promise i’ll try my best. 6/10

How did you find out about us?: you know how ;)

What made you apply?: I really miss roleplaying… and this is the perfect fit for me. It just is.. i didn’t even think about applying elsewhere. I’m yours.

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Canon Application:

Character Name: Hazel Williams.

Why do you want this character?: She’ll be my comeback character. I need her apparent simplicity, and flirtatious nature to make this return feel natural, but at the same time she has so much space to grow that it keeps me very excited. I just want a character that fits my rp life like a glove and she’s exactly it. She’s spontaneous, but restrained; flexible but conservative. She’s a walking antithesis… and that’s a big deal for me! She’ll be interesting to develop with my own vision of how a girl that had everrything growing up deals with highschool, friends, relationships, aspirations, and ultimately… rejection.

Any changes? Can i change the FC to Dove Cameron? She looks younger, more naive and I think she’d fit Hazel wonderfully.

Wanted connections? Nothing for now, besides the known ones. I know she’ll throw herself to everything that moves that has a pedigree, so…

Character’s birthday: October 2nd

3 virtues and 3 flaws, explaining each:

loyal - Hazel knows loyalty; specially to herself. She puts her feelings and aspirations first and always pursues what she wants. Even so, she knows her place in the chain of command and respects it like no other. Her father was in the navy and if there’s one thing she learned from him was respect and loyalty to those who are superior to her and help her achieve her goals.

Elegant - She’s an UESer to the core. She knows how to properly walk, talk and carry herself. In Constance, the looks are everything and Hazel knows how to play her angles and talk smoothly like any other girl who ever used the crown. She knows she’ll never get there and she’s okay with it. There’s no need to ruin her perfectly combed hair for a cat fight.

Smart - Hazel’s the definition of street smart, if there’s an Upper east side version of it. She couldn’t care less about knowing french flawlessly, but she does know how to negotiate with her friends to make sure she gets to wear the most gorgeous dress in the store. She’s scheming and manipulative but she considers it a strength. It’s the only way people in this world will take her seriously without any ivy league university behind her.

Selfish - Isn’t this the most heard flaw in Manhattan? Most probably… but Hazel reeks of it, any way. She doesn’t want much. But what she does want… she gets it. She’s the centre of her universe and hopefully of others as well. She craves attention, and diamonds and pretty things; and daddy gives it all.

Slow - A lot of people thinks of Hazel as a “slow” girl. In her mind, she has time for everything. That includes studying and getting to classes on time (which she never does). She’s also very narrow minded and distracted, and that only makes it harder for her to understand people’s intentions and thoughts.

forgettable - This is Hazel’s biggest insecurity. If you pay close attention, she’s always trying to be memorable, to make an impact, but she fails regularly. She ends up being the 3rd most beautiful girl in her circle, or being ditched by a boy who just thought Blair looked at him.This is the flaw Hazel worries about the most. She doesn’t care about her big list of “bad labels”… she just wants to be known for something; and this usually goes south.

If you don’t get this character, who would be your second choice?:

Para Sample (A couple of paragraphs, as the character you’re applying for):

The room was silent, dark. Hazel still had her crimson headband making pressure behing her ears and she was just lying on top of her bed, waiting for Paulette to call her for dinner. The day wasn’t the best, to say the least. Blair made her run some errands for her spring party and distracted Hazel, yet again, didn’t perform as expected. Meh! She dropped the coffee order before first class on her way to the Met steps and everyone laughed, as usual. Obviously, Hazel shrugged and made it look like it was someone else’s fault, but Blair knew. She looked at her like she would look at a lost puppy: with sheer pity and scorn. And that was only the start.

In the middle of first term, Professor Anne decided to ask her about French Revolution!! Why again?

“That was like… five hundred years ago, and in another continent. Why should I know anything about it? I saw Les Miserábles, though. The red haired guy was cute.”

-And then it goes again: the laughter from half the class, the strong eye roll from the teacher and yet another “little note” to her parents. Thank God she knew how to make sure they would never know about its existence. Hazel just wanted to die! That was totally not the way she wanted to get noticed around the school, even though everyone knew she had other virtues.

During the rest of the day she just stood there. She had a cleansing juice for lunch, another two hours of math and ricardo to pick her up after school. Now there was just a few more hours to go and a dull dinner with mom and dad. Hopefully she could squeeze in a bath but only time would tell. For now she’s just going to keep looking at the ceiling as if the French revolution would just pop out of there.

[jimincase]

Deceit: Part 2

*gif not mine, credit to original owner

A/N: Here is Part 2! :) I try to keep these stories gender neutral but there may be a slip of or two of using the she pronoun so I hope to not offend anyone. Hope you all enjoy!! This is also in first person perspective

Part 1

Gang! AU

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, violence

Summary: You’re the child of the leader of Scarlet, one of the biggest gangs in the country. Or so you think. That is until you’re taken by the rival gang, Bangtan, and some stories come to light, changing everything.

Word Count: 4K

"Who would've thought we would find the missing child of Bangtan's leader tonight?"

"Excuse me?!" My voice cracked from the sudden usage.

Both boys ignored me and continued talking in hushed whispers. The pain I felt everywhere was temporarily forgotten as I strained to hear more of their words. Missing child? Were they referring to me?

Suddenly their voices stopped completely as they turned to look at me.

Namjoon spoke up, his voice loud and demanding, just like a leader's, "What's your name?"

"...Y/N."

He furrowed his eyebrows and cocked his head a little to the side. "They changed your name."

"What are you even talking about!?"

Was this a mind trick? A way to get me to crack and tell all of Scarlet's secrets?

The boss sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before barking out an order, "Untie her and take her to my office. Now!"

He and Hoseok walked out of the room, still talking in hushed whispers as two guards came over to untie me from the wooden chair. As much as I wished to fight back as soon as my limbs were freed from their trapped state, I knew better. Everyone in this room had a gun except for myself. One wrong move and I'd be shot. A part of me also wished to know what the two men were talking about earlier.

I rubbed my raw wrists and followed the guards out of the room, meanwhile having a gun pressed into my back by another guard as a warning. The message was loud and clear and I didn't even attempt breathing in the wrong direction.

We walked for several minutes down long, empty hallways. Nothing was on the walls and all the doors we walked past were closed, showing no clue as to where I was at. No one else ever came into sight during our walk.

Finally we reached a clear glass door where I saw Namjoon sitting at a wooden desk, staring at a picture frame. The guards opened the door slowly, leading me over to the chair in front of the desk, facing Namjoon. He shot his hand in the air, waving it and instantly everyone else in the room left, shutting the door behind them.

No words were spoken as Namjoon slowly placed the picture frame in front me. The display showed two couples, all smiling and laughing. The couple on the right held a small baby, wrapped in a white blanket while the pair on the left held a small toddler, his hair messed up and dirt all over his face. Inspecting the picture closer, it seemed the boy's face matched the one in front of me.

"Is this you?" I asked, still staring at his young features, wondering who the other family could be.

"Yes and that--" he pointed to the swaddled baby, "is you."

I stared at Namjoon for a long time after that. His words seemed unbelievable but he didn't look like he was lying. There didn't seem a reason to lie.

"Oh, really?" I challenged, trying to pay close attention to his facial features to try to detect any slight change that would show if his words rang true or not.

"I know how it sounds but our parents were best friends. They trusted each other with everything, even control of," he waved his hand around, signaling the room we were in and then some, "This organization."

He pointed to the man holding the baby whose inky eyes crinkled at the corner as he laughed at some unknown joke. The woman next to him clung to his arm, smiling down at the baby. Her hair was pulled into a bun seemingly without a hair out of place.

Namjoon spoke quietly, almost like he didn't want to disturb an undisclosed silence. "This man used to be Bangtan's leader along with his wife. They didn't start this group to make a ton of money for selfish reasons but rather to help people out like my family. Unfortunately, someone murdered both of them, your real parents which--"

I cut him off. "My parents? These aren't my parents. These are some random people holding a kid, a kid that's definitely not me."

"Alright," Namjoon started, his ears turning red as he continued. "Lemme ask you this: have you ever seen any baby pictures of yourself back at your home? Ever wonder why you don't have any parents? Why everyone in Scarlet looks at you with hatred and disgust?"

"What does seeing baby pictures have anything to do with proving your false story?! I have a father! You people are the ones that killed my mother for no reason!" My tone got louder as I continued talking, becoming angrier at his stupid questions.

"What are you talking about that you "have a father?" His tone matched mine as he started becoming more vexed.

"Exactly that! You people murdered my mother. My father had to raise me all by himself! Baby pictures prove nothing, who has time to take baby pictures while raising a kid and leading one of the biggest gangs?! The way people in Scarlet treat me has nothing to do with you, anyone would be envious of the leader's child getting special treatment. Your arguments are invalid." The words were laced with disgust and malice. Sudden irritation came over me as I already began unraveling little details about Scarlet without a second thought, fortunately not major ones. However, there was no telling how long it would take for me to accidentally leak something.

"Jae is pretending to be your father?" Namjoon said this more to himself than me, "What a fucking joke. I don't even care if you want to believe me at this point or not but what I'm telling you is the truth. The leader of Scarlet, your "father" murdered your parents," he picked up the picture frame and pointed to the couple holding the baby again, "these people are your parents. These people were the leaders of Bangtan and --"

The door to Namjoon's office was pushed open with urgency and in walked two more boys.

"Namjoon, you gotta come now! It's uh- very very very important. An emergency." A boy with dark hair flattened against his head spoke. He changed his words once he saw me and it seemed him and Namjoon had a silent conversation with their eyes for a minute or two before Namjoon stood up from his desk.

"I'll finish explaining it to you later, Y/N." Namjoon spoke softly, his whole appearance softening and becoming more vulnerable somehow. His face was downcast but it was very obvious to see the apparent frown and worry etched on his face. He quickly walked out of the room though, leaving the other two to stay to watch me. I turned back to them, trying to make out and memorize their features.

The boy who spoke went to sit in Namjoon's leather seat, seeming relaxed and carefree. The other boy, previously hiding behind him, was forced to reveal his face and I could almost feel my jaw hit the floor.

It was him, the boy I met earlier. The one who ran into me in town, causing me to drop my bags and he his phone. He stood before me now and my mind instantly wandered back to the conversation I overheard: “I’ll see you soon, Y/N. Yeah, I found them, Namjoon. They’re heading over there now.”

So this boy was working for Bangtan and he was talking to Namjoon, the leader, about me. Running into me was planned from the start so they could capture me. So they could tell me this ridiculous tale about how Scarlet were the ones that actually murdered my parents and--and what? What happened after? Namjoon never finished the story and who knows how long it will be until I hear the rest. There was no way that what Namjoon said was true. This was Bangtan, the people I’m supposed to hate, the people who kidnapped me, my enemies, of course they would lie to me. This story is just supposed to make me--what? I couldn't wrap my head around anything. Whatever game Bangtan was playing, they just may have been winning; the seed of doubt has been planted. I was denying every possibility, not ready to accept that everything I have known my entire life has been a lie. I felt caught in the middle of these two rival gangs. Like I was nothing but a pawn. I didn't know the truth. As much as I want to believe my father, Jae, I was always taught to be wary of everything. To not trust anyone. That most people in these gangs will do anything to get at the other. Who was telling the truth? Bangtan or Scarlet? Were they both using me? I felt awful doubting the people who raised me but my mind would just not stop whirring with the possibilities.

I snapped out of my thoughts when someone cleared their throat and I realized that it was the boy I met in town. He couldn't look me in the eyes, in fact he looked everywhere but. Maybe he felt guilty about this whole thing? I quickly shook my head at the thought. No matter how nice and handsome these people looked, they were part of a gang, a dangerous one at that.

“So this is the infamous Y/N. You’re much more boring than I thought you’d be.”

My eyes snapped over to the darker haired boy who spoke. Taking a closer look at him, his rather large muscles strained against his thin shirt and his hair parted a little to the side, revealing a bit of his forehead. His ears were pierced and he kicked his legs up on the desk.

“It seems you know about me, yet I know nothing of you,” I feigned interest by widening my eyes and gasping a little. “Lets keep it that way...and drop whatever you think you know about me.”

Both boys widened their eyes at my statement before the one at the desk spoke again, a smirk gracing his lips as he gasped, “Oh! It speaks!”

My tongue clicked against the roof of my mouth. “Was I meant to be offended? ‘Cause the only thing offending me is your face.”

“Really? How original. However, most people adore my face. Nice try though.”

“Your ass must be pretty jealous of all the shit that comes out of your mouth.” I retorted.

“What’s up with you and my features? Are you just trying to get a glimpse? All you have to do is ask, sweetheart.”

“In your dreams. I’m sure that’s the only place you get action from anyway.” I shrugged my shoulders.

A laugh exploded from the left of me and I almost forgot about the almond-haired boy who was also in the room. It seemed he was enjoying the bickering going back and forth and had been holding in his laughter from the start of it.

“Jungkook, I think you finally met your match.” He wheezed out, still laughing and even clutching his stomach.

I turned back to the boy whom I was previously arguing with only to see him smirking. “Yeah, yeah, sure. Thanks for not being that boring, Y/N,” he replied, standing up and going to leave the room. “I gotta go see what Hoseok and Yoongi are up to.” With one last nod over his shoulder he closed the door, leaving only the laughing boy and myself.

Bickering with Jungkook temporarily took my mind off the situation involving Bangtan and Scarlet but now I was left in the room with the man who faked meeting me to help kidnap me. I know that I should’ve been angry at him but my capture seemed inevitable, with or without the help from the boy in front of me. Bangtan had already known which path I would take to get back home and I’m sure they also knew that the streets were going to be deserted and void of people. I felt indifferent towards the sandy haired boy.

Finally he calmed down and leaned against the desk, staring at my face, not saying anything. The way he had been carrying himself screamed playful and fun but at this moment he seemed anything but. His eyebrows were drawn together over his much more dark and narrowed eyes causing a few lines to appear on his forehead. His mouth was set in a straight line, almost looking like a pout and his stature demanded seriousness with his arms crossed and his shoulders squared back. The room was silent as neither of us spoke, only staring at the other. It should’ve felt uncomfortable and awkward but was surprisingly the opposite. I felt relaxed under his gaze, calm. I didn’t feel the need to say something to disrupt tension because there was none.

A few minutes passed by until he blurted, “I’m sorry.”

His words confused me and I instantly replied, “What? What are you apologizing for?” My voice cracked and came out rougher than I expected.

“Hoseok told me everything that he could about the...uh… situation. With your parents and Scarlet and Bangtan. I’m sorry that you got caught up in the middle of a rivalry and are just now finding out the truth and now having to deal with it.” he murmured, casting his eyes downward as he finished.

The confusion about what the truth was was starting to set back in again, the doubt revealing itself and casting a shadow over my mind. Was he speaking the truth? He seemed genuine, like he truly felt bad for me. I couldn’t tell if this was part of an act or not, if Bangtan just wanted me to betray Scarlet in order to hurt Jae. Or did Jae and Scarlet really murder my parents and use me to hurt Bangtan? If the former was correct, then who were the people in Namjoon’s photo? Were they random people or were they actually the previous leaders of Bangtan? Just who was that baby in the photo? Who were the people in the picture and why did he choose that one to show me? My head was filled with uncertainty as I thought of the boy in front of me’s words. I was starting to truly consider Bangtan’s story. Maybe I was tired? I didn’t have a clear head to think with. I was emotionally drained and physically tired, that had to be the case.

Deciding the only way I was gonna verify anything I snatched the picture off of Namjoon’s desk and studied it carefully as the boy watched me. I brought it as close to my face as I could, trying to get a good look at the baby’s face. I quickly noticed the bright eyes staring back at me and the goofy smile. Just a coincidence. Determining that I probably wasn’t going to get very far staring at the baby’s face, I opted for observing the parents’. The first thing to stand out was the chubbier cheeks on the father and the narrow nose on the mother. I stared at the photo for a long while, trying to deny any and all similarities but eventually I was forced to concede.

I wasn’t sure what to think at this point. Had my whole life really been a lie? Did I really belong to Bangtan originally?

“Hey, uh-” I started, struggling, before the man caught me off.

“Taehyung.”

“Right, Taehyung. Can you finish up the story?” I ask.

He rapidly shook his head. “It’s not right for me to tell it. Namjoon will be better at explaining it for you. Sorry, Y/N.” He apologized.

I leisurely nodded my head at his words, already expecting the denial before even asking. There’s an awkward silence that seems to build after the question. It makes me question just why it had gotten uncomfortable. Why earlier there was no such thing but right now it was starting to suffocate me.

Soon the tension became too unbearable to handle causing me to ask, “So tell me about you. Why did you join a gang?”

He casts his eyes to the side, staring at the desk as his jaw clenched and his shoulders tensed. “There’s nothing to talk about.” He clipped.

As I was about to persist and ask why he suddenly tensed up, the phone on the desk began ringing. Taehyung walked around the desk, picking up the black phone as he sat down in Namjoon’s chair.

His voice was deep and rough as he muttered out a “what?”

I couldn’t hear the conversation on the other end but I could tell from the way Taehyung’s eyes kept flickering up to meet mine, it probably had something to do with me.

“We’ll see how that goes.” and with that Taehyung slammed the phone back down on the desk, his hand coming up to rub at his jaw as he looked lost in thought. Eventually he turned to look at me, standing up. “Come on now. We’re going for a little adventure.”

Taehyung didn’t say much after that, just that we needed to get to a safe location until Namjoon could finish telling me the story. The first hour of the car ride was sat in silence, as neither of us spoke and the radio buzzed some upbeat songs faintly. An unknown rap song came on soon enough and Taehyung surprised me by busting out every lyric and even partially dancing in his seat. He was so into the song that he didn’t even seem to realize that he was slurring the lyrics all into one word. Truly making it the best remix of a song that I have ever heard. Laughter bubbled out of my throat the longer he rapped. Pain and aches started tugging at my sides and I clutched my stomach while still laughing, tears starting to poke at the corners of my eyes.

Shortly the song dies out and Taehyung begins panting and laughing as he notices my reaction to his performance. The giggling continues for a little while until Taehyung and I fall into a comfortable silence, still smiling from the previous antics. This silence felt much more relaxing, much like the first time, and I felt grateful for it. It was much more enjoyable to the point I was even able to rest my head against the cool glass of the car window. A soft pitter-patter awoke me from my drifting in and out of consciousness and I noticed that it had begun raining, casting an even more calm and peaceful aura. Deciding to just stay awake, I made mental bets on which water droplet would fall first in an imaginative race. The rain became heavier, causing more droplets to rush and race down the glass pane.

I wasn’t sure just how long we had been driving or if we were even close to the destination but I realized that I hadn’t thought about the situation I was in once since we’ve been in the car. I knew I had Taehyung to thank for that as he distracted me with his silly rap shenanigan which afterwards caused a light and comforting mood. Before I could even begin the terrible thoughts of the problem, Taehyung, seemingly to predict just what I was beginning to think about, spoke.

"I know that this whole ordeal is crazy, ridiculous even. And you don’t even know all of it yet...But everyone in Bangtan is a family. We aren't cruel and we do care for each other. We each have our problems and our reasons why we joined the gang in the first place. Namjoon may seem scary and tough, but honestly, all of us would probably be dead by now without him and Bangtan. I owe him everything."

It took a few minutes for me to process just what he admitted before curiosity got the better of me causing me to ask, “Why are you telling me this now?”

Taehyung glanced over at me before looking back at the road. He didn’t hesitate to answer, “Bangtan finally found you. We want you as part of our, kinda-deadly-but-not-the-point, family. I want to hope that once you find out the truth, you’ll accept this whole thing, you’ll accept us. I believe it would make Namjoon happy. It would make everyone in Bangtan happy, I think.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond to his confession. How do you respond to that? I had many questions -- like why it would make the people in Bangtan happy, especially Namjoon -- but decided to save them for later after I hear everything. For an odd reason that I couldn’t pinpoint, I genuinely smiled at Taehyung’s words. Maybe because the people at Scarlet had never really treated me well, casting looks at me like I was nothing but an outsider intruding on them. Maybe because although I lived there for as long as I can remember, it never felt like a real home. That house wasn’t a place where I felt safe and could relax at. However, since I’ve been released from the restraints from earlier, Bangtan’s members had felt more friendly and more like a family than I had ever felt being at Scarlet. I was able to argue with Jungkook like a brother, feel safe and relax around Taehyung, argue with Namjoon without fearing any repercussions. One of the guards may have pointed a gun into my back but none of them actually looked at me like I was an enemy, but instead a friend. Just why did these people treat me like this? Why did they treat me more kindly than the people of Scarlet, whom I’ve known supposedly since I was born? Bangtan doesn’t seem at all bad, like my father had always painted them out to be. Was Jae really my father? Was everything all just one big lie?

As my thoughts got the better of me, I didn’t notice Taehyung putting the car in ‘Park.’ I realized we had to be at the safe destination and turned to look at Taehyung, concerned that he hadn’t said anything to indicate our arrival. He was staring straight ahead and he seemed much more tense than he was a minute ago. His jaw was clenched and he had yet to let go of the steering wheel, instead tightening his grip on it causing his knuckles to turn white. I couldn’t decipher his odd behavior so I opted for getting out of the car to allow him to cool down from his sudden behavior change. However as my hand grazed the cold metal of the door handle, the doors locked. I looked back over to Taehyung to see it was his doing but he had yet to look at me, still looking straight out ahead into the darkness beyond the headlights of the car.

“Taehyung, what’s wrong?” I questioned, seriously wondering about his sudden change in mood.

Before I could even finish my sentence, a loud crack rippled right outside the car and the breaking of glass filled my ears. My head whipped around to look outside only to see a little hole, the size of a bullet, through the side mirror.

“Looks like ole’ daddy found his beloved child.”