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Lost In Your Light: Peter Parker x Reader (Part 1)

Summary: Having the power of life and death at your fingertips seems useless when you can't save the ones you love. Y/N knows this all too well, struggling to keep her abilities a secret while helping everyone she can, in any way possible.

[AU: SENIOR YEAR PETER PARKER] [MATURE CONTENT]

Word count: 2, 060

CASE FILE

Name: Y/N L/N

Age: 18.

Gender: Female.

Appearance: (Y/HC) (Y/EC) (Y/H) (Y/W)

Mother: deceased

Father: alive

Emotional stability: unknown

Abilities: FULL EXTENT UNDISCOVERED

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EXTRA INFORMATION: Little is know about natural Healing. Mutation is rare and few individuals have been found to have the ability.

Also called:

1. Regeneration

2. Power touch

3. Mend

4. Recovery

Basic Level: User can do anything that normal healing would do, simply accelerated.

Can heal minor wounds such as cuts, bruises and light burns. Recovering from minor to moderate blood loss. Critical wounds such as loss of limbs or damaged nerves and internal organs cannot be healed, but wounds can be closed. Cells that are fatally damaged, such as by burning, cannot be healed, resulting in permanent scarring.

Limitations: Healing may not be permanent.

May be limited to healing either oneself or others.

May only be able to heal non-fatal wounds.

May have limited range, including touch only

May be limited to healing only certain types of wounds or diseases.

May not work on permanent injuries or abnormal injuries that cannot be treated.

May not occur automatically, thus preventing the users from healing injuries by reflex.

May be painful for the recipient of the healing.

Side effects:

User may feel distracted, helpless, and desolate for short periods of time. Feeling as if they are searching for something they will never find.

User may experience blackouts when overworked.

User might fall ill after trying to heal something they can't.

User might die from fatigue.

User may not even know the power they are capable of.

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CHAPTER 01: LEFT IN THE SNOW

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The bright lights of Queens illuminated the water. Normally, the city would be buzzing with excitement, but all Y/N could hear were the waves crashing against the shore.

Her legs were hanging over the dock, feet swaying back and fourth as she mapped out which block to walk down. It was 2am, and she was shivering.

The nighttime breeze licked the waves, sending chills down her spine. Yet it didn't bother her, for she did this almost every night. In the exact same place, at the exact same time, where no one would be looking for her.

But doing what she did required her to renounce sleep and comfort. She sacrificed the little things to ensure the safety of others. She knew she was destined to do this, whether people recognized it or not.

Y/N pulled the scarf tighter around her neck and stood up. She tucked her phone inside her pocket and began to run. Her fingers tingled with warmth, knowing It was time. She could feel the helplessness drifting through the air.

The girl darted through the park and across the deserted street. Not even the police were patrolling at this hour. She was only able to escape because her father was a surgeon that worked late into the night.

After racing down a few blocks, she heard the first whimper echo through an alleyway. Turning sharply, Y/N turned down the street and hid, masked in the shadows.

She rested against the bricks, peaking around the corner to watch the situation unfold.

The sounds she heard were heartbreaking. With each kick, she could feel the dog’s life force fading into the abyss. The man who was kicking the animal relentlessly, laughed wickedly at its torment.

Y/N’s stomach wrenched when she noticed the infamous rose tattoo engraved on his forearm.

The Thorns were the city's leading gang in human sex trafficking and dog fighting. Queens was sadly known for the underground organizations. The two seemed completely different, but in this city, they went hand in hand.

Each member had a rose and thorns tattooed visibly on their bodies for the public to see. And most of them watched dog fights for fun, not giving a damn what happened to the animals afterward.

Y/N was the one who picked their bludgeoned bodies off the street.

She knew exactly how they did their business, in a back-end "spa" just a few blocks down. Everyone in the city knew it, even the police. But for some reason they turned a blind eye, which allowed for the actions this man was committing to unfold.

The girl was infuriated. The man was holding a beer bottle, pausing every few seconds to take a swig.

"Useless." He muttered before tipping the bottom up and finishing it off. "You made me lose hundreds--"

In the blink of an eye, his foot slammed against the dog's chest. Lelia barely had a moment to process what was happening.

The animal fell back with a cry, and this time it stayed down.

The girl winced, knowing if he kicked the dog again, that it would fall past the point of regeneration. She covered her mouth as blood started to drip onto the pavement.

Y/N was ready to step in, her heart hammering in her chest.

But the man seemed to be finished, satisfied with the damage he inflicted on the already helpless creature. He tossed his beer bottle into a pile of snow, turning on his heels. He walked towards her, flexing his hand. She could see it was already bruising.

She moved backwards into the darkness, not wanting to be seen.

Unfortunately for her, she wasn't aware of the snow bank behind her. Y/N's heel crunched loudly as her weight shifted. She swallowed hard after the man's footsteps halted.

"Who's there?" He grunted, the tone in his voice hinting at his intoxication. She clenched her fists, hoping she would stand a chance against this villain. Usually she was able to avoid this kind of confrontation, but tonight something seemed off. There was an unfamiliar malice hanging in the air.

Her eyes widened as the man turned the corner, becoming visible under the lamplight. From that angle, she was completely exposed. She cursed under her breath, there was no use hiding anymore.

Y/N walked out from the shadows, trying to keep her cool and remind herself there was a life on the line. She couldn't let the dog die.

"Who the hell are you?" He looked disgusted, eyes narrowing at Y/N as she moved towards the alley. "Were you watching me?"

"Don't mind me." She pleaded, pulling up her hood to cover her face. "I wont tell anyone, just keep walking."

But fate had other plans. She knew she was asking too much of a criminal, for their code was unbreakable.

The man advanced quickly, and Y/N barely dodged his grip. She backed up in surprise, holding her stance with shaking legs. She was zero percent confident in her combat skills.

"Don't touch me!" She managed to hiss.

The stranger looked at her menacingly. She could tell he didn't like to be ordered around by a female.

"You shouldn't be in this part of town." He growled, a smirk appearing on his face shortly after the sentence was uttered. He rolled up his sweatshirt sleeves, trying to intimidate her. This was his territory.

Y/N's adrenaline started to pump wildly, she was frightened beyond belief. "Stay away.." She warned one last time, planting her feet down, ready for any punch he was about to throw at her. Y/N may not be good in combat, but she knew enough to defend herself. Wandering around New York this late at night, she was bound to run into people like him. She would be an idiot to not be prepared.

But of course he didn't listen, and instead, flung his fist directly at her face.

She ducked miraculously, watching him stumble to the side from his drunkenness. She used the split second of exposure to uppercut his jaw.

His head jerked back, and he crumpled to the ground. The stranger groaned loudly, his jaw knocked out of place.

Y/N breathed heavily, gritting her teeth as pain seared across her hand. She used the other to quickly relieve herself from the discomfort. Flexing it again for confirmation, she managed to smile. One perk of her strange ability was that she had the advantage to mend her wounds.

She turned her attention back to the man. He was on his hands and knees, beginning to push himself up from the ground. Y/N raised her foot and cracked it down on the top of his head as hard as she could.

He fell back to the pavement, knocked out cold. She hated to inflict pain on others, but it wasn't like this man had any reminisce of good inside him. She knew exactly what he was apart of, and what he would do to her if he could.

Y/N jumped over his limp body and rushed over to the injured animal.

The grey pit bull was in the same position the man had left it. It was still breathing, but barely. She might be too late.

"No... stay with me..." She reached her hands out and pressed them softly against its chest. Her hopes lifted as the pulse began to beat harder in response to her touch. Y/N slipped her bag off her shoulders and set the bag beside her. It was loaded with medical equipment, just in case she wasn't strong enough.

The girl rested her hands back onto the pit bull, and they burned as she closed her eyes. She poured all her emotions into the regeneration, gasping loudly as a current of power surged through her. It was indescribable. Her arms were shaking as the same pale, golden light, swirled in and around the wounds, assisting her in the healing process. She could sense the bones mending, and the muscles rejuvenating. Joy pulsed through her veins at this achievement, she was only able to create this level of mending two other times before.

But soon, the power was too much too handle, and Y/N started to feel exhausted. Sweat dripped along her forehead despite the chilling temperature. The girl worked flawlessly, running her fingers gently along the last few cuts, closing them with little effort.

She slumped forward in fatigue, the golden light vanishing into thin air.

And the alley was dark again. She took the pain away.

On her knees, the girl held her hands in front of her. She was shocked by the improvement. Normally, she couldn't completely heal internal wounds, but she felt it happen.

Ecstatic, Y/N glanced down at the animal. She examined it with an intense gaze, noticing that its ear was still gone. It looked like it had been bitten off previously.

Shuddering, she thumbed over the scar, knowing this dog was involved in a fighting ring.

She held the rest of its ear between her fingertips, wishing she could heal it permanently, but that idea was far fetched. She wasn't that powerful, and would probably never be.

"I’m sorry this happened to you." She whispered softly, her breath misting into the cold winter air. No animal deserved this kind of treatment.

The dog stirred, eyes suddenly snapping open.

Y/N jumped back in defense, still on alert from the previous attack.

Her body was tense as she watched the dog slowly lift itself off the ground, still in a daze from the near death experience.

"It's okay." She smiled, relaxing her shoulders when she realized the dog meant her no harm. She wondered if it was smart enough to comprehend that she was the one who saved it.

Y/N bent back down to the dog’s level, and pulled out a collar and leash. "I wish I could do more for you." She sighed, knowing the shelter was the last place this poor animal deserved to go. She wished she could take it home with her, but that would be impossible. Her father would never allow it.

Standing to her full height, Y/N turned to check on the intoxicated man. He was still unconscious, and she intended to keep it that way. "Let's go." She urged the dog.

Each second she spent there was unsettling.

Y/N and the pit bull walked together in a respectable silence until they reached the animal shelter. She gently coaxed the animal inside the rescue enclosure, leaving the leash and collar with it. She quickly scribbled a note and left it on the box.

The people who worked at this shelter must recognize her handwriting by now, regarding the dozen of other dogs she had left inside. Y/N smiled sadly at the thought, hoping she was making an actual difference, hoping each dog she saved had found the loving home it deserved.

The girl really did feel guilty for leaving it alone, but that was also part of the job. She couldn't take every animal she saved home.

"You'll have a better chance at life here." She smiled sadly, scratching it's head lovingly. "You just have to be nice, promise me that okay?"

She held her hand out and the dog licked her. She took it as a thank you.

Y/N stared up at the sky, exhaling loudly as she noticed the sun peaking over the horizon.

Her father would be home soon, and if she wasn't asleep by then... well, let's just say that wouldn't be good.

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Secret Voight (Jay Halstead) Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: You had just moved back to Chicago after an incident where you use to live. You put in your resume to the Intellgence Unit which is the unit your father works at. No one knows who you are but for Al and Dawson. How long is this gonna stay a secret?

Words: 3580

Requested: yes

Prompt:

Warnings or A/N: gif matches something.

You sighed at yourself walking up the steps, thinking how stupid you were last night. All Jay was doing was trying to make sure you were okay, and you snapped at him. You saw Jay at his desk and as soon as he saw you, he looked away. You sighed once more and walked into your desk. You got a text message last night around nine or ten saying that Jin, the IT guy got murdered and Voight had a meeting with I.A. You saw your dad. walked in, looking annoyed as hell. You sat up and looked at him. "How'd it go?"

Voight turned and looked at you. "It went. They asked some stupid questions. I left,"

Jay stood up from his desk and walked closer to Voight. "Boss, where they at with Jin's murder?"

Voight shurgged. "Nowhere. Where's Antonio?"

You didnt know, you were a bit late due to traffic. Jay sighed. "He's meeting an informant. He's got a tip on some armored van thing. Sarge, why aren't we looking into Jin's murder on our own?"

Voight looked like he was getting very annoyed at Jay. "For the same reason I told you last time you asked. They don't want us anywhere near it since we has in our unit, okay? He was a police officer. Area central is all over it,"

Ruzek walked in at that time and looked at Jay and Voight. "So they had no updates this morning?"

Voight who was clearly more annoyed than ever turned around to face the entire unit. "The update-The update is they're coming after my badge! So when there is another update I will convey it, okay? Until then, just do your jobs. Is it an inside job, or-"

Jay raised his hands up in defense. "I already told you what I know,"

Voight nodded and walked into his office and closed the door, you get up out of your seat and walked over to Jay. Jay did what he did when you walked in. Looked at you for a second and then away. "Jay, look I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just a personal issue,"

Jay didnt even look at you when he answered. "Okay,"

You rolled your eyes. "Jay-"

This time he turned and looked at you and cuts you off. "No, you don't have to say anything else. What was it you said? We've only been partners for a month? Also, dont worry about me trying to make sure you're okay anymore,"

You sighed and walked back to your seat. You desvered that. Ruzek walked over to your desk and noticed what happened between you and Jay. "What was that about?"

You looked at Jay and then back at Ruzek. "Just partner things,"

Ruzek puts his hand on your shoulder. "He'll get over it,"

You moved to where Ruzek's hand fall of your shoulder. "It wasn't his fault,"

You saw Antonio walked in and go straight into Voight's office. You looked over at Jay who was trying his damndest not to look at you. All you felt was regret. You didn't want him or anyone in this unit to know what happened because what was in that file was utter lies and everyone always believed the file. You sighed and threw your head back.

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You and the unit were following an armed van that has Ruzek in it undercover. You, Jay, Voight and Atwater were in one car and the other one was Al and Dawson. You were almost to the point when the van started to swerve and Ruzek came over the walkie saying the safe word which was Popcorn. Voight pulled over and as other cars pulled up and started to shoot. You guys get out of the car while shooting was going on. Jay had told you to follow him, you put your hand on Jay's back as he led you behind another car. You saw a memeber out of the ambush loading his gun, you aimed and shot him in the chest.

After a few minutes of shooting, the rest of the ambush leaves, Jay walked around looking at the aftermath of the shootout. You looked over and saw Al was talking to a pretty shaken up Ruzek. You pulled out your radio and called dispatch. "Lincoln 5021. Emergency. We have shots fired by the police. Roll an amboy. Fourteen hundred West Roosev. Multiple wounded offenders.

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You were in the backroom unloading things when you seen Jay walking by. When he didnt look or say anything to you, you grabbed your phone and sent the picture of your file to Jay. You heard Jay's phone go off, saw him pull it out and look at it. He turned and looked at you. "Before you say anything, no its lies,"

Jay walked up to you and looked very confused and you beat him to talking. "A couple of years ago, a bout a two years or so after I graduated from the academy, I was at a police banquette and I was walking back to my car when I was stopped my very drunk police chief and-"

Jay took a step forward and cut you off. "He didn't....?"

You shook your head. "No. He did try to kiss me though but I politely declined and went home. A few days later, I was sent a letter saying that I was recommended to become a detective by the chief which I declined and transfer to a different station with a different police chief and a year after that I took the detective test and passed,"

Jay nodded and stayed quiet. "Say something,"

"You were scared to tell me this, why?"

You sighed. "I dont know how a co-worker at my old precinct found out and twisted everything and told everyone. I was called a whore and I 'banged' my way to detective and I was basically demoted and stayed doing desk work and I have enough of it and well here I am,"

Jay was quiet once more. "And what about the text?"

You pulled out your phone and showed him. "They started the day I got here and has stopped since. I put a trace and nothing,"

Jay looked up at you and pulled you into a hug. "We'll figure this out. We'll go to Voight-"

You pushed yourself from Voight and shook your head no. You didn't want Voight involved. For the exact reason of him being your father and hes protective. "No, I don't want Voight to know,"

Jay looked at you confused. "Y/N, he can help-"

"Jay, I only told you because I didnt want you to stay mad at me. Promise me you wont tell Voight,"

"I dont know-"

"Jay, promise me,"

Jay sighed. "Alright fine,"

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It had been about an hour since you told Jay the truth and it felt like a weight lifted off you.

You were in front of the unit informing them about the detail of the case. "We have the driver of the van, Lee Pratchett. Worked there for three months. Had a wife and a two year old kid at home. Dead crew member, apparently got a lead on that,"

You looked up at Roman when he tried to talked. "Yeah, Jeff, I know him from my last-"

You cut him off. "Not yet. We've got the shooter in the armored van. ID and soical came back bogus from the company. He started working there three days ago," you looked at Roman. "Now,"

Roman nodded and walked up. "DOA is Jeff Gamble. Hes got a short five pages long. Posession, domestic battery, burglary, tap prior armed robberies. His cousin, Chirs, is basically his partner in crime. Chris wasn't involved himself but I'll guarantee he'll at least know what Jeff was up too,"

Voight nodded and looked at Roman. "You and Burgess go find this cousin,"

They leave to find this cousin and the State's attorney called Voight and Al into Voight's office. You get up from your seat and walk into the break room, you hear footsteps. You turned and wasnt surprised that it was Jay. "No texts yet?"

You shook your head. "No,"

"Do you know why they want to do this?"

You shook your head again. "No, I dont know why it's happening. I didnt sleep with anyone nor did I accept the detective recommendation by the P.C either,"

Jay pulled you into another hug. "We'll figure it out,"

The way you feel when Jay wrapped his arms around you. You felt like nothing bad could ever happened and you felt like you were home.

"If we could have everyone in the lobby. We caught a case,"

You let go of Jay and walked into the lobby. You saw Al was next to board pinning photos on it. "Oskar Bembenek and his younger brother Jacob. Oskar ran a crime outfit for the last twenty five years. Prostitution, extortion, drugs, you name it. Now, Oskar never gets his hands dirty. He always subcontracts when it comes to taking someone out. That's how hes lasted this long,"

Ruzek, who, looked up from the file they gave us. "Murder charge?"

Al nodded but sighed. "Had a mistress. Wanted to break up so he stabbed her twenty five times. His shirt? It had her blood on it. I knew this girl,"

He stopped himself. But continue softer. "I knew this girl. I was trying to turn her into an informant. Josie Martin,"

Kevin's phone rang and he answered it. "Atwater,"

It took a second before he relayed the messaged. "The supervisor from the armored van company went home sick,"

Voight looked at you. "You and Halstead,"

You grabbed your jacket as Jay told Kevin to text him the address.

The more time you spend with Jay, the more time you feel yourself falling for him and you cant help it.

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You pull up to the supervisor's house and started to walk up to the door. "So Jin, gave me a drive. Jin was working with I. Any shot that Voight is working with I.A?"

Your father is a lot of things but being a rat? Wasn't one. "Yeah, right,"

You knocked on the door but no answer, Jay looked into the window. "Body,"

You and Jay both quickly drew your guns before Jay kicked the door in. You cleared the house before checking the body. You pulled out your phone and bent down to see the face better. "Logan Hendricks?"

You nodded. "Shit,"

"Looks like he was trying to clear out,"

You looked at Jay and then to where he was looking. There were suitcases on the couch. You looked back at Jay as he looked at you. "He was working for Bembenek. He hires the shooter in the van and then tips off the crew when he knows that we've got a guy inside and we're following,"

Jay nodded. "I'll call it in,"

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The rest of the day didnt result in much. Just leads that lead no where. Jay was at Molly's which you were to meet him but Voight wanted you to stay back so he can talk to you. After everyone left, you walked up to his office and saw that he was doing some paperwork. "Dad?"

He looked up and mentioned for you to come in. "So I had something I need to ask you,"

You nodded. "Go for it,"

Your dad was trying to search for the right words. "You left your first precinct on your own terms right?"

Your heart started to beat. If Jay told him..."Yes,"

He looked down at a piece of paper and then handed it to you. "Then what is this?"

You walked up and grabbed the paper he had stretch out. It was the file. Fucking bastard sent it to him. "Dad, this isn't the truth,"

Your dad gets up from his seat and goes and shuts the door. "Tell them me what the truth is then?"

You told him the same exact story you told Jay eariler that day. "I didn't tell you because I wanted to figure it out on my own but I guess I can't,"

Your dad takes the paper from your hand and pulled you into his arms. "I'll take care of it okay?"

You nodded and wrapped your arms around him. He kissed the top of your head. "Next time just tell me okay?"

You didn't do or say anything, you just stood there.

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You finally arrived at the bar, Jay had texted you the address. He looked at you and smiled. "Hey,"

You sat down next to him and sighed. "Hey,"

He looked at you confused as he playful shook you. "What's up?"

"Voight knows,"

Jay's eyes widen. "What? I didn't tell him. I swear,"

You shook your head. "I know. Whoever has that file sent it to him,"

Jay nodded as he took a sip from his drink. "Let me ask you something

Straight up. Are you sure there is no shot Voight is involved with Jin's muder?"

You looked at Jay like he was the craziest person in the world. "Are you crazy?"

Jay half smirked. "That's an answer to another question,"

"No, theres no way,"

Jay takes another sip of his drink. "Yeah, well, hes gonna bury this case, for God knows what reason,"

You rolled your eyes. "Why? He has no reason,"

Jay didnt even look at you. "Well, you have only been working under him for a few weeks, you dont know all the shady things he's done,"

You knew a lot more than Jay thinks. A lot more than Jay even knows.

You were deciding rather or not to tell Jay who you actually were but you eventually decided not too.

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You were in the interview room with Chris, Jeff's cousin. Thanks to Burgess and Roman. "See, Chris, no one really knows this. It's my favorite thing to surprises people to lay on people like you. Say you and your buddies, I don't know, rob an armored van. Someone gets killed. Even if it was by the police, someone still needs to get charged with that murder. So we're gonna prove that you were there yesterday. An in addition to the attempted murder of a police officer, you're gonna get charged with the murder of your cousin. Or Chris, give us the others,"

Jay, who had been sitting in the corner this entire time spoke up. "You can't be happy with the way this went down. Your cousin got killed for what? Hmm? How much did Bembenek pay you to get the shirt?"

The guy looked at Jay liked he was a ghost. Jay stood up from where he was and sits down in front of Chris. "Yeah, we know about all of it. So quit, trying to figure a way out. Its over,"

Chris thought about what Jay was for a few minutes before flipping. "It wasn't suppose to go down like that. They never said there was gonna be cops,"

You sat down next to Jay. "Whose they?"

"Oskar and his brother Jacob. They said it was only suppose to be a security team from the van company that was following and that there was gonna be more money. That's why we werent handing it over until we got the money,"

Jay looked at him intently. "Hand what over?"

Chirs without missing a beat. "The bloody shirt. The evidence bag. We told Bembenek that he needed to come up with two hundred thousand or we will drop the bag off at the nearest police station,"

Jay sat up. "Where's the bag now?"

"My buddy Christian has it but I'm suppose to meet him and back him up for the trade off,"

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While we were interviewing Chris, Voight had gotten a guy named Stilwell arrested for Jin's murder and Stilwell came out and said that Voight was working with I.A. You were unbelievably pissed. You saw him walking up the stairs, and you just stared at him. "I don't know what you heard but let me set things straight. In order to get my job back, I made a deal with I.A. rhe deal was that I put myself out there as dirty, so I could take down some of the high level criminals. I never nor did I agree to report on any other cops. You can like it or not, that was the deal,"

Voight looked over at you but you looked away. Al started to walked downstairs. "Alright, let's gear up for the meet,"

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You were gearing up for the meet when Chris started to bang on the cage. Antonio pointed at him and yelled. "Sit down! Now whether this evidence bag has been opened or tampered with or not or it broke the chain of custody. I dont really give a damn. That's for the state's attorney to determine. Main thing is to get Oskar to show up with the two hundred thousand and heads will roll from there and then we make our move,"

You were about to follow Jay to his car but Antonio stopped you. "Hey Y/L/N, I know how you're feeling-"

You cut him off. "I appericate it but nows not the time, Dawson,"

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You guys were at the place of the trade off waiting for Bembenek to show up. You notice a car pulling up to. Two cars pull up. Both stop and parked but only one of the car's doors open and out comes, Oskar, Jacob and some of other person. The guy walked up to Chris and Christan and showed them the money and Christan took the money and placed it in the car and pulled out the evidence bag and hands it to Oskar. Oskar ripped the bag open and pulled out the shirt and the next thing we know, guns were pulled out and they were shot as Oskar and Jacob took off in acar Antonio comes over the radio telling the team to move in. You and Jay, on the other hand went and followed Oskar and Jacob in the car. They tried to get out through a backway but you blocked the back and Voight blocked the front. You guys get out of the car and so does Jacob. Jacob holds up a hand. You and Jay both start to yell at him. "On the ground! On your knees! Show me your hands,"

Jacob kept moving. "Its all good. Its all-"

Jacob had pulled out a gun pointed at Jay and before Jacob could finished that sentence, Jay shoots him. Al pulled Oskar from the car and while getting handcuffed, Oskar was calling out to his brother. "Jacob! Jacob! You shot my brother,"

You placed a hand on Jay's shoulder while you radio dispatch. "Lincoln 5021. Emergency. Shots fired by police. Multiple offenders down. Roll an ambo. Thirty fifth and Hamilton,"

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After a long but successful day, you, Jay and a couple of his friends were at a bar called Molly's. You were all having a great time when Jay jumped, you turned around and saw that it was Al. "Let me have a quick word with you,"

Jay nodded and walked over to the corner with Al. "You have it so bad,"

You turned around and face Sylvie. "What?"

Sylive looked at you and chuckled. "You are so in love with him,"

Your eyes go wide. "Am not! He's my partner!"

All the girls go. "Mhm sureee,"

Jay walked over to the table clearly shaken up. "Have a great night ladies. Imma head home,"

Jay turned to you. "I'll see you at work tomorrow,"

Jay grabbed his jacket and started to walk out of Molly. You grabbed your jacket and followed him out. "Jay!"

Jay turned around and looked at you. "What was that about?"

Jay sighed. "Oskar Bembenek just put a one hundred thousand bounty on your head for killing his brother,"

You entire heart just dropped. "What?"

Jay nodded. "Yep,"

You shook your head. "You're not staying home alone tonight. Take me to your place,"

Jay looked at you crazy. You rolled your eyes as you chuckled. "I'll sleep on the couch or something,"

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You had followed Jay in your car to his apartment. He let you in and you walked over and it was fairly normal of what you expect it to me. A bit cleaner than you imagined it though. "Welcome to my home,"

You looked over at Jay and saw that he was clearly still shaken up, even though he was putting on a brave face. Before you could even say anything, Jay walked over to you and he placed his hand on your check and kissed you. You were in shocked and before you could even react, he pulled away. "I'm sorry, I shouldnt have done that,"

You shook your head and grabbed his shirt and stood on your tippy toes and kissed him back. It was magic, the way his lips connected with yours. It was right. Your hands travelled up his chest, your neck and to his hair and tangled your fingers in his hand and you slightly pulled earning a low growl from Jay. Jay picked you up from the ground and carried you to his bed. He laid you down on his bed and hovered over you. "Are you sure about this?"

You pulled his shirt over his head as your answer.

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paintmearainbow · 4 years

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What Is Love ?

Love.

Love means different things to different people. Some people say love is making your partner happy and seeing them happy makes you happy . But love, is actually a figment of our imaginations. In a way, love is selfish and makes us lose our independence. You make the other person happy to keep yourself happy, and you become dependent and vulnerable. It's a somewhat like a shared dream. And until one person decides to wakeup, and that dream, albeit fun while it lasted, becomes a living nightmare

1 YEAR AGO

For Harry and y/n; sneaking out of premiers and award shows,buying tacos and eating them at 3 AM was love. For them, love was dancing in the kitchen to Elvis and baking with each other. Love was watching horror movies in makeshift tents, snacking on caramel popcorns and cans of soda; all while making fun of Harry's "those dumb bitches" in the movie. Love was falling asleep in each others arms and reading each other books. It was dressing up as Disney characters and acting out scenes from their favourite animations. It was etheral, perfect. Almost too perfect too be true

People always said "Love will fizzle out. One of you will get bored." Harry and y/n didn't listen. They burned so fast, so bright and didn't realise that their spark too, like all blazed and sparks from lighted matches, had extinguished. One second it was burning so brightly, and the next, it was gone

..............................................................................................

"When was the last time you spoke to him ?" asked y/n's sister.

" A week ago" a distraught y/n replied. "He barely has time to even talk to me on the phone, let alone show me the sights and explore the places with him via facetime"

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to close her eyes and all the memories flashed through her eyes, like a movie roll, playing over and over agai

FLASHBACK

"Y/N !" exclaimed Harry, the golden flecks in his eyes dancing with joy. Oh how she longed to see him, feel him and be with him in real life , rather than on a screen. Yet she was eternally grateful for Harry for never making her feel left out from the tour experience, he always made sure to show her around, even if it was only on a screen, while giving tour guide commentary in a horribly fake American accent.

"You're in for a treat ! We're going to see the Louvre today. Come on an enjoy the sited with Harry's Tour Experiences"

Y/n couldn't stop laughing.

Being an art fanatic, she giving Harry detailed descriptions of the art, while all he did was turn it inti a joke. His put on accent stood out when he kept saying " Oh shucks ! Here's another painting of a few women and men fighting and eating." He termed an entire style of art; renaissance art as "men and women barely dressed fighting and eating". He made a few sly comments on how y/n would look lovely in that dress. It was so wonderful and each of these virtual trips was marked with his signature end. Going to a park, and eating the same food.

His laughter was contagious and y/n loved it. She wondered how she got so lucky, so blessed to have hazza in her life.

She never thought that this love, would eventually fizzle.

end of flashback

Now she was lucky if he spoke to her for 5 minutes. Even those 5 minutes were filled with her talking and him showing least interest in what she had to say. She doubted whether he even listened.

Today, however was a low blow. It was y/n' bday. had it been any other year. Harry would've made this day perfect. They had been together since they were 18. The first year, he bought her 18 gifts on her birthday. The subsequent year, he got her 19 and so on. He would make her breakfast in bed and wake her up with showers of kisses and a "Good Morning, Happy Birthday Darling."

Today however, at 7 PM , she was yet to have him acknowledge that it was her birthday. She was yet to have any sign of news from him at all. She illusioned herself, thinking that maybe he had interviews to attend.

Her sister, however, tired with y/n's moping, said" You're coming over with your friends to Club 22 this night or else I wont speak to you. I don't want you to spend your birthday moping around"

With great difficulty, y/n was persuaded by her friends to go clubbing. The loud music, the drinks and the dim lights were never y/n's scene. Yet, for the sake of her friends, she fixed up a smile on her face and tried to enjoy, trying her best to forget than Harry's call still hadn't come.

.......

It was 10 PM and the party was in full swing. y/n's friends were drunk, so drunk. Everyone around her was laughing, drinking and joking. Meanwhile, a new disturbing thought had settled in y/n's head. What if he got into and accident ? What if he's really sick ? She was ridden with anxiety and couldn't get Harry off her mind, until that one fateful message from Nezza, her best friend, Harry's PA, through whom they had met, sent her that message. When y/n's phone lit up and she scarmbled to see the text, hoping it was Harry, she did not know it would change her life permanently.

The text was simple. "I'm so so sorry honey; you deserve to know" It was attached with a single file of pictures.

She subconciously knew what had happened. She had seen all the signs, yet chose to ignore them, not wanting to get up from her dream. The reduced duration of phone calls ultimately leading up to a call a month, the regular excuses, coming home late, half hearted kisses, they all added up. For a split second, y/n wanted to think that it was something else; maybe harry was too drunk or had passed out in a bar.

The message to forever to download. It was so slow and painfully excruciating. It was like the calm before the storm. The slow before the fast. The light drizzle before the thunderstorm. When the picture finally loaded; her heart shattered ever so fast. The pain she felt was numbing, yet somewhere in her mind, she was gald that Harry was safe.

There was Harry, his arm around the small waist of the redhead, his fingers entwined in hers. The same fingers which ran through y/n's hair multiple times, were now woven in another's hand. She thought her heart couldnt break more.

Fate was not kind to y/n.

She swiped to see the next picture, and she wasn't sure how, or whether it was even possible, but her heart further broke. Harry was kissing her in the booth, their booth, in Alessandro's the place he had her first date with y/n.

Fate had evil plans for y/n.

Tears streaming down her face, the makeup for the night ruined, y/n looked around for her sister and friends but they were nowhere to be seen. The only thing glowing right now was her glitzy dress, the one she had been forced into. Unable to take it anymore, she ordered an uber and left.

Fate wasn't kind to y/n at all

The minute she left the club, she was blinded with lights, the flashes from the camera, and the shouts from the reporters

" How do you feel about Harry cheating on you on tour ?"

"Did you expect this ? How do you react to Harry kissing a supermodel, younger than you!"

Y/n wanted to scream, but keeping her emotions in she pushed through the sea of people, got into her uber, gave her address and broke down.

She cried and cried. The uber driver tried to ask her what was wrong but she couldn't stop crying. she wanted the pain to go away. she wanted to cry. But most of all, she wanted Harry to tell her that it wasn't true and hold her in his arms and tell her it's alright.

But it wasn't. it wasn't alright. Far from it.

The next morning after an extremly broken sleep, y/n awoke. All the event's from last night wre remembered and her eyes started to water again. She switched on her phone to see the hashtag #y/ndeservesbetter and #harryandy/nareover trending. She also so 100 missed calls, voicemails and texts from Harry but chose to ignore them.

Y/n was raised to be strong. She spent most of childhood see her mom struggle to make meets end. She had seen the worst. She was strong. She went over to the mirror and saw her reflection and realised that she looked a mess. She took 3 deep breaths, washed her face, and masked her emotions, just as she did way back in high school, before she met Harry, before he changed her.

She went down and suddenly the apartment door opened. There stood the man who she loved, the man who had broken her heart, the one who still held her heart, no matter how broken it was.

He pleaded with her to forgive him. He begged, cried, said it was a one time mistake, and he regretted it, that he loved her; but y/n turned a deaf ear to his pleas. Their love had fizzled out, and she was blinded by affection not to realise it earlier. And as the saying goes " Once a cheater, always a cheater." Y/n wasn't taking any more risks. She put on a strong facade, made up her mind and left, leaving a crying Harry on the porch.

She wasn't over him, far from it. She was so broken, yet showed no signs. She had calm expresssion, yet her thoughts were chaotic. But she knew what was best and she knew this was the right thing to do. She had to take the lessons from this experience and move on, just like her mother had taught her. Dreams end, no matter how amazing it is, no matter how much you want to hold on and live it, and this, her perfect dream, had also come to an end.

So, what is love ?

A dream ? A nightmare ? Soemthing too good to be true?

Maybe all it is, is an illusion. A fairytale. Or maybe it is the truth, because truth teaches us lessons and so does love. i guess it's one of those things which just has no answers.

author's note

AND THATS A WRAP. I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING. it's something which definitely shouldnt be forgive . this the first ever imagine I've posted on my new tumblr. Please send feedback. Hope you enjoyed it. Reblog. What are your thoughts? i would love to hear them. Send requests for more imagines.

i should be studying but eh.

keep dreaming

ashu.

(here's a random B99 gif for no reason)

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dbasiasimbr · 4 years

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hi i saw your photoshop 2020 post, does it work anymore? i'm trying it and it wont let me access the application unless i start a free trial with adobe creative cloud or whatever. [upon startup i get a popup that says it couldnt load the NGLEmp module because either the file is locked, i dont have access permissions, or another program is using the file. it says to use the properties command in the windows explorer to unlock the file. can i actually do anything w this or no?]

Hello! it’s still working for me before I've installed it the first thing I did was uninstall adobe creative cloud and it did ask for a free trial for me also just turn off whatever protection you have on your computer as for NGLEmp module I'm not sure about that and wouldn’t recommend unlocking anything so no don’t do it

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jungcupid-archive · 5 years

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i dare you (to never let me go)

pairing: jungkook x jimin

summary: and after all that had passed, jungkook would always be pulled back to jimin. he didn’t know why, maybe it was fate (or maybe it was his 9-year-old daughter).

chapter: 5/?

a/n: a little late, sorry! also i wont be including taekook as a pairing anymore bc they’re no longer as important

“Finally!” Mina spun around in Jungkook’s desk chair, sliding over to the table quickly. Hyejung lifted her up and sat down in her place, putting Mina on her lap instead. They opened up the computer Hyejung had brought this morning and Mina cracked her knuckles.

“Okay, let’s find Park Jimin.”

It took a little longer than expected, but Hyejung expected as much. Throughout Jungkook’s high school years she’d heard more than enough of Park Jimin for a lifetime, and likewise for the first year of University. After Jimin left out of the blue, though, she hadn’t heard Jungkook so much as say his name.

It had been heartbreaking seeing how utterly torn up Jungkook had been about the whole ordeal. He had spent days trying to reach Jimin’s cell, hoping to hear promises of a speedy return. He’d even tried searching for Jimin online to see if he could find out where he lived but, much like her own relationship with the boy, Jimin had never really talked about home with Jungkook, leaving him with practically nothing to hint at his life.

When Jimin had first come to Busan to attend the same high school as her son, she’d just about coddled him to the point of no return. She’d never let him go hungry, encouraged him to stay over every night and gave him as much love as she possibly could. She couldn’t bring herself not to, seeing as he was all alone. His host family had done a good job of providing the basic necessities for him but Hyejung had always gone above and beyond. She’d brought warmth into Jimin’s life, and the kind of love that can only be felt from family. Jungkook often complained lightheartedly about Hyejung loving Jimin more than she loved her own son, and she understood where he was coming from.

A naturally serious and dry-humoured person such as herself made for a completely different parenting style than the one Jungkook saw her use with Jimin. But there was something about him that made her want to be more openly loving, something that told her he needed it far more than other boys his age.

Because of this, Jimin often came to Hyejung if he felt upset or homesick or if he just wanted to chat with someone who wasn’t Jungkook, for a change. He’d often tell her about how beautiful it was back home and the difference in the air and special places he’d visit to feel more at peace. If asked too many questions, he’d divert the topic. Hyejung never asked why, and she never pried any further when he very clearly didn’t want to talk about certain topics anymore. It wasn’t her place, and she knew that.

When Jimin had left so suddenly, Hyejung had felt like a little piece of her walked away with him. Although he and Jungkook had only known each other some odd 5 years, she’d loved him like a son and had cherished him as a conversationalist. She’d also noticed Jimin’s affection for Jungkook. They hadn’t gotten the chance to meet up after the boys left for University in Seoul and as soon as she’d heard he had left, she’d tried reaching him. He’d picked up his phone and had said “thank you” in a small, heartbroken voice before hanging up. She hadn’t gotten the chance to say anything, and he’d turned off his phone when she tried calling again.

The next time she called, he’d changed his number.

If there was one thing Hyejung had learned while knowing Jimin, it was to never pry. So she spared moments in her day to think of where he was occasionally, but for the most part, she went on with life. She met Taehyung and watched Jungkook fall in love. Although it always felt too familiar, like she was watching the same movie with different actors. Different, but the same story, nonetheless.

Finding Jimin after all these years seemed like a violation, if she were to be completely honest. But in her heart, she knew it would be good for Jungkook. Privately, Hyejung knew it would be good for herself too. It had silently affected her all these years, not knowing where he was, what he was doing, if he was happy. Now she had the chance to bring him back into their lives, and she was planning on following through.

Jung Hoseok was a name that was often mentioned in their conversations. Jimin had sung high praises of the boy who taught him to dance and Hyejung had learned to file the words Hope World into her mental catalogue of all things Park Jimin. A little dance studio where I learned to be free, he’d said to her.

That’s why, currently, she was scanning the screen for any mention of “hope world jung hoseok dance”.

“No, grandma, try typing dance studio. You said that’s what it was, right?” Mina peered at the screen even more intensely than Hyejung despite not really knowing what she was looking for. Hyejung sighed and backspaced her search, trying Mina’s variation.

In truth, it was frustrating. Hyejung had tried a variety of different searches already and had gone though god knows how many pages of search results. She adjusted her glasses as the results loaded.

“Let’s see…” Hyejung scrolled down and clicked a link that seemed similar to what she was searching for. Her last shred of hope sputtered weakly inside of her. Twitter finished loading and Hyejung saw a post. Mina read it out loud, “A but happy day for us all! Congratulations Jung Hoseok! We’ll miss you!”

The picture was of a small cabin-like house with mountains visible in the distance. Green shrubbery surrounded the structure and a group of people were posing happily on the steps. There was a boy with a bright smile sitting at the very front, everyone seemed to be grinning at him or clapping him on the back but he was staring straight at the lens. If Hyejung was to really squint, it even seemed like he might be looking past the lens. In his hands was a small piece of paper that had the words BIGHIT ENT. Written in bold letters with smaller writing underneath.

Hyejung was ready to move on, disappointment already festering in her stomach until she noticed two details. The first being that the boy sitting at the front was wearing a shirt that was half-hidden by his sweater but had font that peeked through. She could roughly make out an “OPE” and below it, a “RLD”. Hope World. With the confirmation that this was, in fact, the Jung Hoseok, the second detail nearly had her let out a squeak of excitement. In the window of the cabin, Hyejung could see the reflection of the person holding the phone.

Hyejung didn’t need to squint to know who it was. He had an all too familiar smile on his face.

They had just found Park Jimin.

Jungkook was walking slow. Like, sloth that just got woken up slow. His heart really, really wasn’t into this date but he didn’t want to be rude so he was going anyways. Technically, he should’ve been at the coffee shop by now, it was only a 20-minute walk, and Jungkook hated being late. Instead, he stopped every so often just to admire some flowers or check his phone or sit down because he was “winded”. It was almost 10, and Jungkook could see the coffee shop come into view but he didn’t want to go in until he absolutely had to.

The streets weren’t exactly busy, but there were smatterings of people walking around. Some looked like they had important places to be, some just seemed to be enjoying the beautiful weather, and some, like Jungkook, looked like they’d been forced outside. Of course, the last category was mostly full of children but, semantics.

Jungkook fished his phone out of his pocket and walked close to the side of the street so he wouldn’t block anyone by moving so slowly. He was just about to open his email when he felt an arm smack into his stomach, knocking all the wind out of him. Jungkook doubled over, about to curse out the person who’d decided to sock him on a (admittedly, not so fine) Sunday morning when he heard a rather loud voice rambling somewhere to his right.

A man was standing there, about his own height with bright red hair and matching earphones. One of the buds was hanging around his chest, the other still in his ear.

“..and I really didn’t mean to! I’m so, so sorry I just get kind of dance-y when I – you know what? Never mind. Listening to music on the streets was never a good idea to begin with and hitting random people - not to say that you’re just a random person! Well, you are, but that’s besides the point. I’m just really, really sorry. Are you okay?” Jungkook felt out of breath just listening to this person talk.

He nodded and straightened up, rubbing his stomach with a grimace on his face before he replied, “Don’t worry about it. We’re cool, really.”

“You sure? I don’t work too far away from here. Well, it’s a 15-minute walk, but that isn’t bad! I could run back and get you some ice, if you liked?” The redhead suggested. His eyes said he was concerned, but his face was too bright for Jungkook to really take him seriously. He seemed like the kind of guy you could never stay mad at for too long.

Jungkook gave the man a small smile and shook his head, “Really, I’m fine. You don’t have to go through that kind of trouble. What were you listening to anyways, to get you all riled up like that?”

The man laughed brightly and took out his other earbud, shoving the wires into his pocket. “The sound of music. I was re-enacting Julie Andrews’ iconic hill scene.”

“Well, except for the smacking someone in the stomach part, I’m sure you had it down to a tee.” Jungkook’s eyes flicked above the other man’s shoulder to make sure Jisung’s mother hadn’t gotten to the shop yet. Once he saw that he still had time, he extended his hand out towards the other man.

“Um, I’m Jeon Jungkook. I feel obligated to introduce myself after we just had a mini-conversation here,” Jungkook shook the other man’s hand, whose eyes seemed to spark in some sort of recognition for a brief moment before he blinked and the spark was gone. He introduced himself to Jungkook with a smile on his face.

Jungkook gave him a friendly smile back and tried not to shiver as an unusually cool wind blew past him. “Nice to meet you, Jung Hoseok.”

No location stamps. No mentions of bases. No tweets about hometowns. Sometimes, Hyejung really hated the internet.

The twitter page hadn’t helped with much other than finding Jimin’s face. Then, Mina told Hyejung to search for BigHit Ent. That’s how they’d ended up in their current situation.

“Call him! Come one!” Mina urged.

They had spent 10 minutes looking through BigHit’s website for any mention of a ‘Jung Hoseok’. Finally, after what seemed like forever, they’d found a profile page for an idol group and under the title of main choreographer, there was a picture of Hoseok. After navigating the site for his number, they’d found his work cell.

“I don’t even know if he’ll have it on him,” Hyejung muttered absentmindedly as her fingers danced above the numbers on her phone. It was more an excuse than anything. She was so close to finding Jimin, she didn’t know if she could handle failing so far in.

“You have to try! Come on, grandma. If he doesn’t pick up, we’ll just try later.” Mina grabbed the phone and punched in the number before Hyejung could even ask for her phone back.

Mina suddenly brightened and Hyejung held her breath as her granddaughter chirped a cheery, “Hello, Mr. Jung!”

Not but a second after Jeon Jungkook had exchanged pleasantries with Hoseok, a phone began to ring. Hoseok, not realizing it was his phone, just stared at Jungkook dumbly before he came to his senses and frantically shoved his hand into his pocket to reach for the device.

“Sorry, I’ve got to take this,” Hoseok apologized with a sheepish look on his face. He didn’t want to ditch this fellow right after he practically punched him in the gut, but duty called. On a pretty shitty phone, but it called, nonetheless.

It’s cool,” Jungkook said easily, his eyes focusing onto a point beyond Hoseok’s shoulder. “I’ve got to run anyways.”

He flashed Hoseok a quick smile and gave him a little wave before walking away. Hoseok sat down on a bench and watched Jungkook approach a coffee shop as he flipped open his phone (yeah, that shitty) and answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Hello Mr. Jung!” A bright voice greeted him back. Hoseok nearly let out a laugh, the person on the other end sounded like a child. He didn’t want to be rude, people sounded different sometimes, but it was funny imagining someone with a voice like that calling him for something work-related.

Hoseok thought back to a phone-call he’d had with a supervisor once who he’d continuously referred to as ‘Ma’am’ until, towards the end of the call, he’d heard someone in the distance refer to them as ‘Sir’. He winced, he didn’t want a repeat of that episode.

“Hello,” Hoseok felt obligated to repeat, “Anything new for me?”

He was 90% sure this wasn’t a staff member but just in case, Hoseok prompted the caller in generic work-related-business fashion.

“Well, no. Did you want a fun fact? Chemistry is a branch – no, apparently that’s misleading – a part of Science you learn in high school. What? He’s the one who asked for something new-,“ there was some sort of disturbance on the phone and suddenly, someone else was speaking to him.

“I apologize for that. That was my granddaughter,” this voice sounded a lot more mature. Hoseok stifled a fond laugh from spilling out of his mouth. A fun fact from the granddaughter of a lady who had probably dialled the wrong number, that was definitely new.

“That’s more than okay, although I believe you’ve reached the wrong number-”

“No! We haven’t. Please, don’t hang up. Do you have some time? I’ve got something to discuss with you. My name is Jeon Hyejung, and I used to know Park Jimin.” Hoseok’s smile fell off his face. He wondered if he’d heard her wrong. Once he’d decided that he definitely hadn’t, he spoke.

“I have time. Please, tell me everything.”

An hour or so later, Hoseok was back in BigHit, sitting in the practice room with his phone held up to his ear. He stared at his reflection in the mirror with his back pressed firmly against the wall. He’d never felt so out of his element in a place he frequented more than his own home.

“Ma’am, I just don’t know if I can. Jimin wasn’t fine when he came back home. To be frank, he never really learned how to be fine. Things just got worse when his mother passed away. Eventually, after a year or so, he got better. Not quite the same, but better. I don’t want to ruin this for him.”

“Hoseok, Park Jimin was many things to me but first and foremost, he was family. I would never attempt to approach him and pry my way back into his life if I thought it would hurt him.”

Hoseok threw his head back against the padded wall and searched the ceiling for a reasonable answer. When he couldn’t find one, he pursed his lips in defeat and mentally apologized to Jimin.

“Okay, I’ll tell you where to find him. If there’s a chance that Jimin will be happy again, like you said, I think you should go for it. He deserves that. Just promise me you’ll make sure he won’t have any reason to break again. I’ve handled that once already, and I don’t know if either of us can survive it again.”

“Of course. Thank you so much, I really appreciate this.”

Hoseok thought back to his meeting with Jeon Jungkook this morning and wondered if it was possible that was the Jungkook. Of course he’d been a little taken aback when he’d heard the name, but with only Jimin’s endless gushing over the phone about Jungkook to go off of, Hoseok couldn’t be too sure. Jimin never had the time to show him a picture, not that he would’ve anyways. If he’d done that, it would’ve seemed too much like Jimin had a crush on Jungkook, and of course Jimin couldn’t have admitted that.

Seoul was a big place, and there were a lot of Jeon Jungkooks in the world. But something was nagging at Hoseok, telling him that he’d definitely met Jimin’s Jungkook.

“Summer camp. Jimin runs a summer camp for kids who like to dance. It’s in Daegu, a little remote area surrounded by nature. Only a couple kilometres from his house. I’ll be there, too. I’ll find the exact address and send it to you along with some other details.”

“You have a big heart, Hoseok. Thank you.”

“When it comes to Jimin, I think everyone’s heart learns to grow a few sizes bigger. I’ll be in touch. Goodbye. Bye little Jimin!”

“Bye now,” then, faintly, “bye-bye!”

Hoseok cut the call and rubbed his eyes. He’d stayed up all night to finish a new choreo and hadn’t even slept before deciding to go for a walk and get some fresh air. He thought about what he’s just done and after feeling guilty for a minute or so, Hoseok dialed Jimin’s number to ask about the camp. He held the phone up to his ear, waiting. With every passing ring, Hoseok felt a little more uncertain about giving out Jimin’s whereabouts to the people he’d been avoiding for the last 10 years.

He’d just invited Jeon Jungkook right back into Jimin’s life, and he was hoping it wouldn’t be a mistake.

Jisung’s mother, Yina, was far more energetic than Jungkook remembered her to be. Usually, their conversations would consist of polite greetings and quick stories about their kids before they parted ways. These exchanges usually happened at the doorstep of either his or Yina’s house since both parents trusted the other enough to watch over their children during playdates or such. Jungkook hated playdates. Not only was it a stupid word, but it was yet another day where Mina would leave him on his own.

It was embarrassing to admit but, Jungkook didn’t have much of a social life. His company consisted of Mina and his mother, no one else. He liked it that way.

That’s why now, confronted with Yina – bright, energetic Yina – Jungkook felt a little out of place. He felt awkward trying to banter with her and didn’t know how to keep the conversation going. It was too unnatural, too non-flirtatious to be called a date.

Jungkook anxiously picked at the napkins in front of him, waiting with a polite smile until Yina finished her story about saying something wildly inappropriate in front of her boss when she was young to tell her what he needed to. When she’d come to a stop, gently laughing at herself, Jungkook cleared his throat.

“Yina, you’re a really great person, but I don’t think I can do this.” Jungkook wanted to sink underneath the table and hide there for the next 24 hours when he saw Yina’s expression dim.

“I’m really sorry. You’re wonderful and I thought it was sweet of the kids to do this for us but I – I’m not ready for this. A new relationship. It’s just not what I need or want right now.”

The coffee shop was buzzing with a comfortable warmth, but Jungkook felt his skin prickle with heat. He felt the blood rush up his neck, embarrassment, discomfort and guilt all manifesting to colour his skin red. His throat was dry and he reached for his iced coffee, taking a long sip to delay the possibility of further conversation. God, he felt like he was 15 all over again.

“Of course, I understand,” Yina smiled in a surprisingly understanding manner. Jungkook wanted to him himself over the head for being such an idiot. He tried to voice how he knew it was strange, still not being ready after so many years, but his brain didn’t want him to. He didn’t want to further exploit that excuse because in his heart, he knew it wasn’t as true as he tried to make it out to be.

Taehyung was gone, he understood this very well. Jungkook had spent a lot of time getting over Taehyung’s death, but he’d gone through it. He wasn’t as heavily attached to the memory of Taehyung as before, not so much that it was holding him back from dating.

The simple truth was this, Jeon Jungkook didn’t want to fall in love again.

“I appreciated you coming anyways,” Yina told him kindly. “I’m still your friend, Jungkook. If you need to talk about it, I know how it is.”

Jungkook nodded as Yina briefly put her hand over his and then got up, exiting the shop. Jungkook sighed, a mixture of disappointment and relief. He watched Yina turn right and disappear behind a convenience store. Jungkook finished the rest of his drink and mopped the ring of water left under the cup with his napkin, throwing everything out in a trash can as he walked out of the shop and into the sun. Jungkook took a deep breath and turned left to head home.

Since Jungkook hadn’t checked his emails earlier, he decided to look through them on his way home. Just as he crossed the park, he noticed he had an email from work. Upon opening it, Jungkook groaned.

“Shit,” he breathed, eyes refocusing on the words to read them again impatiently.

A trip abroad on such short notice was going to be hell, not to mention he’d been absent enough from home this past month. He’d had to rely too heavily on his mother and Jungkook hated feeling incapable of taking care of his own daughter. The trip was 1 night, 2 days – a pitch the firm had been working on for a long time. He’d played an important role in the design but Jungkook hadn’t expected to be present during the actual meeting. He wasn’t even head architect!

Jungkook wanted to spend time with Mina. School would officially finish tomorrow for her and he just wanted to pick her up and celebrate, was that too much to ask? For the most part, Jungkook’s job didn’t get too demanding. It was just this last month that they’d really had to hustle and refine the pitch until it was polished. He’d been coming home much, much later than usual because of all the work he was responsible for.

Jungkook ran his fingers through his hair and then rested his palm on his forehead, coming to a stop. He closed his eyes and tried bringing himself back into the present. Okay, first things first. He would request to be taken off the presentation team and hope that his hard work would finally earn him some time off. He’d been hearing rumours around the firm anyways that everyone who had worked on the project would be getting both summer months off instead of just the one.

As he turned into his street, Jungkook dialled his boss’ number (saved respectfully as Mr. Monkey, all credits to Mina) and waited for him to pick up. He rehearsed what he would say in his mind so that he wouldn’t mess up.

“Im Sungmin.”

“Sir, hello! It’s Jeon Jungkook speaking.”

“Ah, yes! Our prized architect! Packing for the trip, I hope?”

“Well, that’s what I’d like to talk to you about,” Jungkook ventured cautiously. “Is it possible for me to be taken off the presentation team?”

“Why would you want that, my boy? You’ve worked hard for this, you should be at the front lines, don’t you think?” Jungkook tried not to groan into the speaker.

“Unfortunately, I have some prior commitments. I really don’t mind being pulled off the team. In fact, I’d prefer it that way.” Jungkook hung onto his last shred of professionalism despite his brain telling him to win sympathy points by talking about his daughter.

His boss cleared his throat and the other line and spoke, “Very well, if that’s what you’d like. If you miss out on the presentation, there will be some drawbacks. I’m sure you’ve heard about the extended month of vacation the firm was going to offer to everyone on this project. Despite not being officially released, word travels fast. Unfortunately, the offer only extends to those on the presentation team. If you’re okay with missing that, my boy, then by all means I will take you off the team.”

Jungkook came to a halt. He had never so badly wanted to revert back to his 5-year-old self just so that it would be socially acceptable for him to scream “BUT THAT’S UNFAIR!” into the phone. So many people he knew had slaved over this project for the last month, and now only a small group of 5 would reap the benefits? There had been at least 20 active employees on this project, and for a firm of about 50, that was saying a lot. He drew in a breath and knew that not going on the trip would be a bad move. Jungkook needed that extra month too badly to refuse.

“No, sir,” Jungkook practically sighed into the phone, “I’ll work around my commitments and come. Thank you for your time.”

“Perfect! I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” And just like that, the call was cut. Jungkook stared at his phone screen in defeat and held back from throwing it to the ground. He didn’t know why but he felt like crying. Jungkook squared his shoulders and faced straight ahead, trying to get himself together. When he thought he was ready to face his family, he resumed walking.

Mina and Hyejung were sitting on the front steps when Jungkook reached home. He walked up the driveway, throwing them curious looks. Mina jumped up and slipped her hand into Jungkook’s, pulling him into the house before he could inquire about their time together.

“Daddy, you know that I love you, right?” Mina crooned, glancing quickly at Hyejung before returning her attention to Jungkook. Jungkook looked back to his mother and was greeted with indifference. He wrinkled his nose.

“There’s that familiar smell of emotional blackmail again, or is it extortion?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow at Mina. He wasn’t sure what she wanted but he was 99% sure he wouldn’t like it. Call it Father’s Intuition, if you will.

“No comment,” his mother voiced as she walked past him and into the living room. Mina led Jungkook there as well and waited until everyone was seated before she began.

“You’re a great dad,” Mina sounded like she was a trained mediator. “And I know that you won’t let me down when I ask you to prove how great you are once again by letting me go on a… trip!”

Jungkook was completely lost. A trip? Did Mina want to travel somewhere? She’d never brought this up before. He could probably scrape together some money to take a trip but something told him this wouldn’t necessarily be a family thing.

“I want to go to a summer camp! In Daegu!”

Father’s Intuition. Both a blessing, and a curse.

“Where did you even hear about this?” Jungkook questioned, leaning forward on his knees to look straight at Mina. He wondered if he was really going to have to choose between being the bad guy and keeping Mina home for selfish reasons or being the absolute angel of a father and letting Mina be that far from him for 2 entire months.

“Just from my friends,” Mina’s face split into a wide smile, “It’s a dance camp! Isn’t that just perfect! And I’ve never been out of Seoul before! Can I please, please, please, please go?”

Jungkook didn’t know what to do. On one hand, he was going to have to be out of town for a while so it wouldn’t seem fair if he said no to her, regardless of whether or not he had good reasons to go. On the other hand, he really wanted to spend his vacation with his daughter, the way they’d always spent it.

Maybe he was too caught up on the idea of tradition but ever since Mina was little, they’d spent summer in Seoul. They’d go to amusement parks and the beach and it would always be on the same day every year. Jungkook even bought Mina a special Cheesy Cheesecake on the last day of every summer vacation so that she could eat it all by herself and celebrate a new school year. He didn’t want to part with that so soon.

Jungkook flicked his eyes to his mother, “You’ve been awfully silent. Thoughts?”

Hyejung stuck her hands in the air, “Hey, don’t look at me. This is between you two.”

Jungkook sighed and then looked at Mina, bracing himself for the argument that was about to come.

“I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to go,” Jungkook said slowly, already regretting the words as soon as they had come out of his mouth. Hyejung shared a look he didn’t quite understand with Mina.

“Fine.” Mina’s voice was somber. She didn’t look up from her lap. “I won’t ask again.”

That was it? Jungkook didn’t want to jinx it or anything, but wasn’t there going to be a fight? Mina always made sure she understood why she wasn’t allowed to do certain things and if she thought Jungkook was being unreasonable, she would tell him. This time, she didn’t even try asking him why.

“Okay?” Jungkook couldn’t help but phrase it as a question. “It’s settled then.”

He got off the couch and right before he left the room, he remembered he still had to tell his family about the trip. That’s what he’d forgotten. Mina surely wouldn’t back down once he’d announced that.

“Oh, yeah, I… need to go away for work. It just happened and I can’t help it, it’s the only way I’ll be guaranteed a 2-month vacation. I’ll only be gone for 2 days. Mom, can you take care of Mina?”

Jungkook braced himself for an argument to erupt out of his daughter but she didn’t say anything, just snuggled up next to his mother as Hyejung nodded in affirmation.

If one looked up the definition of guilty in the dictionary right about now, they’d find Jungkook’s picture under it. He felt awful about refusing Mina, but he didn’t want to say yes. He couldn’t bring himself to say yes. He nodded and headed to his room to start packing.

Mina sat on her bed and surveyed the bag she’d already packed, after ensuring once more that there was nothing missing, she slid it under her bed and set her alarm clock to 12:00 AM. Hyejung entered the room with her phone to her ear, murmuring a “thank you” before cutting the call.

“Alright, sweetheart. It’s set. Hoseok told Jimin about one more camper and got you registered last minute. Did you pack already?” Hyejung bent at the waist to peer under the bed when Mina pointed there. She nodded affirmatively. “Looks good.”

“Grandma, he’s not going to get really mad, is he?” Mina asked hesitantly. Her lips jutted out. “I don’t want him to hate me.”

Hyejung shook her head ‘no’ and sat down beside Mina, combing her hair with her fingers. “Oh please, he could never hate you. You know, when you were young, maybe 6 or 7 months old, your daddy was watching soccer and he got so excited at one point that he started yelling excitedly. Now, you were this tiny thing that got startled very easily, so of course, you started crying. Your father immediately turned off the TV and held you for hours – and I mean hours. He was crying along with you and apologizing because he absolutely hated being the reason you were upset. I think I finally understood then that he was definitely ready to be a father.

“He could never in a million years hate you, Mina. That’s just not how love works,” Hyejung tickled Mina and after her giggling fit passed, decided to ask her one last thing.

“Now, we’re sneaking out and that’s settled but, how are you going to get Jungkook there?”

At this, Mina grinned wickedly, “Remember that time he was away and I got really sick?”

Hyejung smiled in realization and tweaked Mina’s nose, “You’re a schemer through and through.”

With that, they got ready for bed and Mina fell asleep watching the seconds pass on her clock.

The next morning, Jungkook woke up to no Mina. It wasn’t particularly surprising, he’d gotten up earlier than usual to catch the train and Mina wasn’t used to that. So he quickly got ready and scrawled a note about how he’d miss her and would be back soon so they could have tons of fun together. Somehow, in his haste to leave, Jungkook completely missed the other piece of paper scrawled with writing lying on the kitchen counter.

#jikook #kookmin #jikook fanfiction #kookmin fanfiction #jikook fanfics #kookmin fanfics #jikook fics #kookmin fics #jungkook x jimin #jimin x jungkook #jungkook fics #jimin fics #bts ships #bts fic recs #bts fanfics #bts fanfiction

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lionela993343246-blog · 5 years

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chloehl10 · 5 years

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WIP Folder Meme

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are.

Thank you to @rosegoldhlfics for tagging me!

BDSM Fic: writing one for the @hlbdsmficfest, 15k in so far, going well! Can’t say anymore at the mo.

Harry Potter fic: Again, a new one for @potterdirectionficexchange, only got a plan so far but excited to start this.

You Were Made To Be Mine: Ever the ongoing doc haha, although its several docs now or it would be stupidly long and take forever to load.

Let Me Be Your Star: Again, the majority of the fic is in one doc but theres lots of planning docs, nearly done though so wont be a WIP for much longer.

Punk Louis fic: Plan is done, fic for @1dfanworksforcharity

Moving through grief fic: another idea I had, I’d love to write this one day. Might be my next long one, actually.

Seaworld fic: again, another rough idea I will get to one day.

single parents louis and harry at the beach fic for @thecompasspointstohome - keen to write this, its gonna be fun!

I tag @sadaveniren @jaerie @pocketsunshineharry @livvywritesgay @star-henderson

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mxn-yoongi · 7 years

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BTS as Kingsman (Seokjin)

-Literally a whole dad. Like super supportive of new trainees and then always becomes a mentor to the newest member. Hes kinda good at judging people

-Its gotten to the point where whenever they have a new batch of trainess he can basically guess whos in and whos going to be out. AND HES NEVER WRONG

-Like ‘ that one is too confident i think he’ll be out when we toss him out of a plane and make him work with the others. Next’

-‘That one just busted DOWN A DOOR WITH HIS SHOULDER FUCK YEAH KID YOURE IN’ (good job lancelot!!)

-Codename: Galahad

-Jin really likes being more of a tech guy instead of being in the field.

-Like yeah i can hack into the any security system and delete anything theyve got or obtain top secret government files without being detected on their system but dont ask me to punch a guy in his throat

-Like i will if i HAVE TO but ask lancelot first he’ll punch anyones throat so leave me here

-So basically one day arthur is like ‘hey galahad we kinda need you to hack into the United States Governments files’ and jin just

-‘Okay sure’

-So jin gets to it and hes typing at the speed of light and there are a bunch of numbers and letters on the screen and jins just chilling because of course hes got this in the bag hes done this like a hundred times

-And he finally pushes enter (dramatically might i add) because that always gets him right in and he turns in his swivel chair and hes like ‘what do you need arthur’

-But arthur is like ‘umm bro’ and hes pointing at the computer and jin turns around and HIS EYES ALMOST POP OUT OF THEIR SOCKETS

-He! Has! Been! Detected! And! Blocked! Out! Of! The! Archives! And! Databases!

-How did this happen@@@@@@@

-Jin just kind of gets this determined look in his face and suddenly hes typing faster than before (if thats even possible)

-‘Galahad whats going on?’

-‘Something is keeping me out but that should be impossible because...because...well just because i know what im doing and they shouldnt be able to trace anything back to me and what is going on’

-Jin is like working overtime on his computer like how does he type that fast how is he even reading the things that come up on screen if they disappear in .2 seconds what is this

-‘Okay okay no need to panic its probably just like a firewall or something’

-Jin stops everything and glares at arthur

-‘Are you kidding me? You think of all things a measly firewall will stop me. This sint a firewall.Its not even some bot system either because its too slow. This is like human speed blocking.’

-Suddenly jins screen goes completely black.

-Both men are confused bc umm whats going on

-A loading bar appears at the top of the screen and suddenly some kind of I.M. window pops up.

-Jin tries to click the x in the top right corner to close the window but nothing happens.

-Instead in the bottom left corner there are three dots and the words

-‘Y/N’ is typing…’

-The message that pops up leaves jin red in the face

-‘Is someone being a bad boy?’

-Arthur is laughing because ‘did your computer really get some kind of freaky virus from waching porn’

-‘I DONT DO THAT ON THIS ONE’

-‘I really need you…’

-Jin frantically pushes the x but it still doesnt work

-‘TO STOP TRYING TO HACK THE US GOVERNMENT’

-Both arthur and galahad stop what theyre doing umm this is a little too real

-‘Are you going to respond?’

-‘I know youre reading these’

-‘I can see you right now’

-There is literally no way you can see them because theyre in hq which is a mansion in the middle of nowhere

-Another window pops up on the screen and its jin like in real time and he realizes its the image from the camera on his computer and oh my gosh someone is hacking into the hackers computer what the heck

-‘This is a warning. Don’t try to hack the government again because I will find you. Have fun.’

-The screen goes black again and when it light up lo and behold its on A PORN SITE lol arthur is dying in the background bc galahad just got out hacked.

-Jin is still shocked by the fact that someone was capable of doing this to him. Like there is someone out there that can really get into their system despite jin taking every precaution and making it nearly impossible to hack

-Jin shuts off his computer and just kinda flops onto the ground because what the heck

-2 WEEKS LATER LETS TRY THIS AGAIN GALAHAD

-Sure enough jin still cant get into the database and the I.M. window pops up again

-‘I literally warned you’

-Jin kinda hesitates a little because should he respond or...

-‘How did you know it was the same person’

-‘I told you. I can see you’

-‘HOW’

-‘I dont hack and tell baby.’

-Jin is taken back?? Um baby? Hes no baby. Hes not your baby. Is he your baby?!?!?! Mom???????

-This goes on for like a while. Like jin tries to get into the files but hes always stopped by you and then you guys have a lil conversation and jin starts trying to hack more often just becuase…

-He wants to talk to you a little bit?

-Like he genuinely begins to worry about himself because does he like someone thats preventing him from doing his job? Have you become a part of his daily routine? Can he separate himself from you?? Its like a criminal falling in love with a cop basically.

-You also let your guard down a little bit like he already knows your name and birthday and about your dog. You dont tell anyone about your dog. Bc hes yours. Your! Dog! But this guy trying to hack into the US government knows about him what have you done.

-You decide its time for a break from this whole hacker blocking thing so you tell your boss and he assigns someone else to this case.

-Yeah its a case.

-The gov. has been trying to figure out who is getting into their files and you were put in charge but clearly its proving more difficult than you thought bc you have grown attached and if he gets caughts then you wont be able to talk to him anymore

-Youve figured out for the most part where he is located but you havent reported it to your boss because...because you cant…

-So now theyve got someone else trying to figure out what you already know

-The day you decide to take your break jin also decided he wants to talk to you and there he goes trying to hack again. He pushes anter and waits for the screen to go black like it has for the last few weeks.

-But it doesnt??

-Hes suddenly in the governments files…?

-Jin is kind of of worried like umm where is Y/N and why didnt she stop me from doing this.

-So jin has no idea what to do now because for the next week he keeps getting into the files and its like you disappeared from the internet and all of a sudden he gets an idea

-Like hes got these government files so if you work for the government they must have some information on you right???

-He searches your first name and a few different people pop up then he narrows it down to one by looking at the birthday and there you are in all your glory.

A picture of you that makes jin’s heart skip a few beats followed by

Name: L/N, F/N

Age: 24

Department: Cybersecurity

and right there...your address…

-Seokjin swallows hard before he scribbles the address down on a piece of paper.

-Hes out of his chair before he knows it and nobody has time to question him when he says hes going out into the field to gain some valuable information

-AND THATS HOW HE ENDS UP on an airplane to your location at 9 pm.

-One five hour flight and a one hour taxi drive later jin is standing outside what he assumes is your house at 3 in the morning

-He hesitantly knocks on the door and waits.

-You are woken up from your good night of sleep by a knock on the door and when you look at the time youre like umm who is here at 3 am and why, oh wait you think you know why

-You shuffle downstairs slowly

-You swallow hard and open the door. The person you see on the other side doesnt startle you bc oh my gosh this is the hacker man ive possible fallen in love with even though technically im supposed to be throwing him in jail oh my gosh

-And you deliberately let him find out your location in hopes that he’d show up but you didnt think he’d be here so soon

-Maybe this was a bad idea

-OH GOD HES HOTTER IN REAL LIFE. TRUE WORLDWIDE HANDSOME.

-Your mind is nearly blank but somehow you manage to play it cool

-‘I wasn’t expecting you so soon’

-Jin is ??????? you were expecting him???

-‘I didnt think you’d let your guard down long enough that i would figure out your address.’ jin plays it off cool with a little smirk that makes you want to pounce on him

-‘Oh baby...its so cute you think you could have actually found me.’

-Jin raises an eyebrow in confusion

-‘Don’t try to fool yourself. I let you find me.’ the way your bottom lip juts out slightly is enough to make jin lose it

-he is impossibly entranced by you bc not only can you out hack him but you also outsmart him and out-hot(?) him and everything in between.

-He literally cannot hold himself back he just kinda goes for it like a full on dizzying, heated, passionate, swollen lips and flushed faces type of kiss.

-And that is how you managed to get yourself a kingsman boyfriend.

A/N: Sorry if this one is a little bad its just kind of what comes out of my mind.

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cydie · 6 years

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Deconstitution Mh1

the earliest thing i remember was there was a carriage and there were a large number of kids and there was somebody else in the carriage and when the kids entered the carriage, we were like this carriage wont be big enough for all the kids, but then the kids entered the carriage and it was like the carriage grew width and seats and the kids would sit like on top of each other in one seat like the front kid was the least afraid and there was a kid next to me who seemed pretty scared

we stopped off at a place that looked like movie world basically but without all the buildings and decor but it was like that part near the wild west falls nearest to the spinny ride except it was empty and i made a comment like this reminds me of movie world and someone was like its definitely not and something started raining from the sky and it seemed like snow but then it was like icicles were falling from the sky too but the moment they hit the ground it turned into water

something told me we shoujldnt touch them

something told me it was poisonous

we filed forward and i think the kids split off idk why but i had one kid and for some reason assuming all the kids did this, they were special, and folded up into cards (see drawing)

so i had a young girl in my front left breast pocket and we continued on, there was a part where we had to climb something but it clearly wasnt meant for people to climb???? the middle of it resembled a smaller version of a manual elevator and people were either putting stuff in it or kids were getting into it but i didnt actually see a kid get into it so it was a presumption in my dream

there was a person who i cant remember whether they were a girl or not, reminds me of christina now that i think about it i was one of the last people to get on

grabbing hold of one of the handles on the cylinder, and stepping onto the wheel, i was hoisted upwards by the previous person walking the cylinder.

getting up onto the floor, i was in a lobby, it was like a fancy hotel, we walked around trying to find out where we belonged and i let the kid out from the envelope, asked her what her name was, and she told me it was aarrriii, pointing to her name tag on her shirt. she had a short dark brown bob, reminds me of hazel in dead gorgeous, if hazel was a lot younger, like 5 or 6??

we were directed to our room, there were rooms labelled different words, and either they all started with “d” or “de” or it was just the section of the building that we were in. it seemed like some sort of camp. i was originally with someone but my companion turned into different people throughout the dream

we were lead to a place and through some levels and finally reached a door that was labelled “deconstitution”???? which was the one we were directed to in our letters

we entered and there were 3 bunk beds and the one on the left seemed like someone already occupied it, a guy most likely, aarii took the one on the right so i took the one in the centre and i was setting up my bed like i remember th mattress patterns and the sheet patterns and the doona cover and how low the bunks were so i assumed it would only be the 3 of us??? but then like we were meant to track down someone that brought us here and so charles went to find them but i got sidetracked and turned around and he wasnt there anymore and i got lost and then i went to the elevator and i saw “Floor M11″ or something ??? and i went through

i think i timeskipped a little bit and i was back in the dorm except amy cartwright was there and i tried to claim my bed and make sure my bed was mine and i had like a small argument with amy bc she wouldnt get off my bed and i just wanted to make it???? and charles was back and i cant rmemeber whether it was before or after but for a few seconds i talked to charles like he was brad and i realised id forgotten my medication and i went over and i was like “hey do you know what ridiculously important thing i forgot to bring” and he started saying “your med....” and I finished it with “medication” and then went back to sorting out my part of the bed

and i noticed aarrii put her pillow where my feet was meant to go so i switched my pillow over so we’d be head to head and we could talk about stuff idk i think i just thought itd be cute or something

im pretty sure that was it

it closely felt like the divergent trilogy where initiation was a thing mixed with a massive fancy camp in a giant hotel with loads of floors and levels but also reminded me of that weird ass dream in the next level shopping centre or something jesus fuck

#dreams #personal

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Irene's Return Part 1.

Somewhere in Japan Irene Duncan was hiding, running away from all the chaos that was the Couple Games. She wasn’t a diplomat here, she was just a girl who tried to clear her head as she saw and heard her classmates - friends deal with Maverick Storm, his aunt and everything that risked the life everyone thought they were going to have from the beginning. Who was I kidding? I was sent there for a reason… And I couldn’t take it, I wasn’t prepared for all of this.

Back in hopes peak Shin was wondering something… almost everyone was here after the attack… wait… where was Jirami? she was gone…. for a bit… She must have slipped out during the chaos… he goes to the gym and pulls out his lap top, looking up anything for Jirami.

Damian frowns as he wanders the halls of the academy. He felt guilty for not noticing until now, but he couldn’t find Jirami- or rather Irene- anywhere.

She had left all her stuff in her room, she thought no one would notice - no one did back then, why would they notice now? Whoever passed by her room in the academy, could hear her phone and laptop, load up with notifications and messages. Whoever was curious enough, could see the latest message on her phone: “Fresh air. Home.” Whatever the code meant, only Irene could understand it.

Damian stops at Irene’s door one more time. He figured she wasn’t there the 1st time, but maybe at the least he could find something to get a lead on where she could be. “Hello?”

“So now you’re talking to doors, Damian? What a great way of killing time, but I fear that doors can’t hold interesting conversations.” Akira was leaning on the frame of his own door, smirking.

“What do you want Akira?” Damian growls, eyes narrowing as he turns to face the boy.

Shin walks over to the two, laptopin his arms “Hi guys… Where you wondering where Jirami-san went as well?”

The sound from behind Jirami’s door could be heard once again.

“Yeah, I was…” Damian trails off, body tensing up. “Something is in there.”

Shin trys to look inbetween the frame and the door.

“Looking between the frames isn’t going to work. We need to get in there.”

“Ok… Mr Neagi wont like it but i think we have to bust the door down”

“Agreed, on 3?”

“Ok…”

“One,”

“Two”

“Three!” Damian rushes the door at the same time as Shin.

Once they enter, they see a somewhat tidy room - except for all the papers and pages ripped on the bed, with information about Maverick Storm from the beginning of the year and nonsense phrases, a legend to understand some sort of code.

Her phone and laptop on the desk were showing all the messages she had gotten from the day she disappeared.

Damian goes to check her phone first.

At least 10 notifications can be seen on the block screen. Her password is her real last name, who knows it in the academy? Who remembers the incident in which it was revealed?

There is a dark haired girl somewhere in this school that knows it, but she is busy trying to not get involved in everything because she has caused enough harm. That’s why she didn’t say a word when her aunt dissappeared… because it was still her choice.

Her laptop though, was unlocked and all the files could be opened without any inconveniences. Mails sent in Morse code and documents written in the newly-made code found on the papers.

After letting the two others bust the door -no blame could be pinned on him- Akira entered the room like he owned it. Nothing wrong with being curious, right? He picked up a piece of paper at random. Everything in this room was suspicious at first glance. Even more so when he spotted the various names on the notes. “What does she know?”

All the information was about Maverick Storm yet they know how he ended up. She didn’t have anything to do with it, what was this for then? However in one of the papers, lost around the bed, was a hint for her actual location. A blueprint, a map of an abandoned building nearby the school.

Damian tries a bunch of different passwords, but he can’t seem to put his finger on the right one. “You guys find anything?”

While shuffling around the papers, he threw in a corner of the room everything that didn’t make sense and kept the notes about Storm, the code and the map. “Lot of weird things, for sure. Maybe it’s important.”

Down the paper, the meaning to fresh air and home could be read: “objective accomplished” and “return to base”.

Irene in her spot was looking out the window of the highest apartment in the building, wondering what her classmates were doing. Am I in danger? Is this all over? She thought, anxious.

If they won’t try to find me, maybe I should leave for good. I didn’t have anything else to do here…

On another paper, a lot of passwords could be read in Morse code, including the one to unlock her phone.

Damian pockets Irene’s phone for the time being, picking up her laptop as well. “We should tell the headmaster about Irene being missing if he doesn’t already know.”

“And what is he going to do about it? There’s only two options: either he’s too occupied with his wedding’s prepaeations to find a missing student, or he just really has no idea and that wouldn’t surprise me because it already happened.” Wait a minute… “Irene? Who… Ooooh. What a dirty little liar.” He glanced back at the pile of sheets he collected. “I’m taking that. And I’ll be going to the headmaster… You seem to have an idea in mind.”

Tired eyes narrow in suspicion of Akira for a moment, but moves on. “We’ll go together later. I want to look over everything here, but I feel like we shouldn’t tell them everything if they really aren’t aware of her absence; we’d risk losing an opportunity to keep investigating.”

“Okay, Boss, don’t give me that look.” He rolled his eyes. “Still, we’re kind of on the same wavelength. We don’t tell anything, and we have more freedom to search.” He took a glance around the room. “And I don’t think we’ll find anything else… Unless we try the drawers.”

The drawers only contained academy files and homework, all the information was around the room. Under the bed was a barely noticeable case. It contained an old-looking machine and pictures and one of them showed the building where she was in that moment, the picture was marked with a red circle.

Damian turns to leave, only to nearly trip on an object poking out from under the bed. “Huh?” He sets down the laptop he was holding and slides out what looks to be a case.

“Aaaah? Well, now I wouldn’t even be surprised if she hid a gun between her jeans and her shirts… or in her underwear drawer.” “That is way too much to hide for a regular person.”

“I think I found what we’re looking for.”

“Instead of throwing suspenseful sentences around, tell us.”

“She isn’t far from here, we could go find her right now.”

That… that was unexpected. He… honestly didn’t know how to react to it. Maybe… huh… disappointed? “… I really hope it’s not far at all, because it’s sneaking out time.”

“I… May know a way out during the night”

“Ah. My idea of sneaking out was more like… we go out from the front gate right now while trying not to run into Sly and Hijirihara.”

“We’ll need a distraction if we do so.” He pauses to think. “Sora.”

“That could work. All we have to do is convince her.” He didn’t comment on the fact that the first person he thought to use for this plan was a 13 year old girl.

“…She’ll understand once we explain what’s going on.” He says, noting Akira’s gaze on him.

“You sure are relying on her. I didn’t know you were close.”

At night, Irene Duncan was preparing for leaving Japan for good, for leaving behind the life as Jirami Senkou. Even though the principal threats weren’t dangerous anymore, she still trusted her braces with daggers. With a last deep breath, she looked outside the window to the academy and left the apartment slowly and quietly.

“Does anyone have Sora’s number?”

“Nope. I guess we have to do it the old way.”

The girl in question is napping in a closet somewhere on the floor.

“Should we split to search for her?” Three of them… shouldn’t take too long.

“Let’s hurry then, we have to catch Irene as soon as possible.”

“Then we are splitting up. ‘Kay, I’m going this way.” He pointed somewhere behind him and walked away.

Damian takes off down another direction.

He tried to do as little noise as possible while searching the halls. They didn’t even search her room… though there was very little chances that she’s actually be in it.

Akira is closer, there is a closet that meant to be for storing class stuff in a classroom down the hall, that’s where the girl slepped.

Well nothing in the halls, time to check the classrooms. He entered one at random and took a look at every hiding place possible before moving on to the next.

The girl is lying inside one of those, black hair all around her, cuddled into herself.

He gave a small knock on the closet door. “Wakey wakey!”

The girl shakes. “I’m up, dad."She almost immediately replys, hitting her head on the closet when she wakes up."Ouch. Akira? What do you want?”

He snickered. “I’d like a good coffee, but that’s not what I’m here for. Damian, Shin and I need your help.”

“What do you need that you couldn’t do when I was awake? And why me?”

“Can’t sneak out in plain daylight, according to the others. And you can guess why we need you.”

“Where y'all sneak out?” She asked, getting out of the cabinet so she could strach.

“Searching for Ji… Irene.”

“… Oh. Okay. Do you need me to sneak you out?”

“I guess. Do you know a way out except from the front and back entrance?”

“I assume you want only those that aren’t dangerous… Yeah, a few. But you could also ask someone to let you go out to the mall on the afternoon. It was done before.”

“I don’t assume responsibility for poor strategic choices. Blame the boss. Blame Damian.”

“I’ll help you all out… I want my aunt to be here when I’m born.”

“Thanks.” The tone was harsher than what he had intended.

“…Is something wrong?”

“No.” That’s what you get for not bearing to hear about the others’ happiness. “Let’s find the others and get out of here as quick as possible.”

“Okay.” She grabs his hand. “Let’s go.”

He wasn’t okay with this, but he let it go. He lead her in the direction supposedly one of the two others took.

She follows him, kind of feeling like a little kid.

They meet back up with Damian, who stands near one of the stairwells in an effort to avoid cameras.

She lets go of Akira, sensing she’s unwanted, and looks at Damian. “Let’s get you out if here.”

“Sorry to ask you for help like this.” He apologizes, looking away.

“I want my aunt back.” She eyed him for a moment in consideration of something, half smile rising. She’d have to ask Kaede for help, but it might work…

“Do you want me to come or just to get you our of here?”

“It’s up to you, Shin is coming with us too.”

“So let’s get him and I’ll show you our way out.”

“Right.” Damian nods.

“Im here And ready!”

“Alright, let’s do this then.”

She leads the boys to a point in the gates around the school she knows the security barely ever reaches. “Let’s hope they won’t change their rounds in the next few years.” She said, climbing the tree near the gate that she could reach outside. “Entering back would be harder, that tree is much closer for where dad does look.”

He sighed. “Great, we are doing gymnastics to get out. I love it already. So does the metal thread keeping my rotula together.” He started climbing anyway.

“C'mon, I did it barefooted. This tree is an easy one.” “And you could have walked out of the main gate earlier and no one would’ve said a word.”

He laboriously reached a high enough branch while mumbling to himself: “As if they would listen to me…” He dropped to the other side as gently as he could… not enough.

“You okay?” She looked at him

“Ouch… Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“You didn’t hit anything, right? Do you need help to stand?”

“No, I didn’t… A human crutch would be appreciated.”

“I’m short enough to do it.” She smiled. “Here.”

He leaned on her. “Thanks. I’m way heavier than you, stop when it hurts.”

“I’m stronger then I look!”

“… Sure.”

“I’ll get Damian or Shin to replace me later, don’t worry. Where are we going?”

“Damian has the map.”

“You really weren’t planning this well.” She looks down to her feet, half smiling.

Damian lands behind them using an arrow tied with a rope to lower him down.

“Nice party trick.” She blessed.“It’s not that high, yknow.”

“Work in progress. And yeah, I guess it wasn’t. Anyway,” Damian pulls the map out of his pocket. “We’re headed to this building.”

“This is where au-Irene is?”

“Hopefully she’ll still be there. Let’s get going. Shin come on!”

Shin is on his way.

Irene was just getting out of the building when they were on their way. She tried to show the pride she still had and faced them from a distance. “I guess all trails lead here, don’t they? I shouldn’t have left my stuff behind.”

“Jirami- I mean, Irene…you’re safe.” Damian says relieved.

“Who do you think I am, Damian? Of course I am, I know how to be.” She crossed her arms with a frown. “And these classmates of ou- yours? You do have a way with words, it seems. What are you all doing here?”

“We came to find you.” He responds.

Sora waves, smiling. “Heya, auntie.”

He frowned in response. “You’ve got some nerve, being such a dick after all the lies you’ve fed us.”

“Be nice, Akira.” Sora warned, turning to glare at him.

“For a good reason. I don’t have anything else to do here and for this-,” she pointed at him quite accusingly, “is why I didn’t want to explain what happened.”

“Please don’t leave.” Sora said. “Ignore Akira. Please don’t leave.

"I can understand there are truths you want to hide, but outright leaving and treating us as if we were expendable isn’t going to solve the problem. I’m not contesting the fact you don’t want to talk -you’re even admitting to your lies-, no, what bothers me is that you act like we’re lowly creatures in front of you.” He let go of Sora’s shoulder and reached for something in his pocket. “Ignoring me would be a sign of weakness.”

“It’s called a defense method, Romanov. Simple psychology.” She put her hands behind her back and looked to the black sky above them then sighed. “I wouldn’t even treat you like 'lowly creatures’ because you are like me, it’s my philosophy. But I have nothing else here, nothing else to do here…” Her eyes met his again and tilted her head with a frown, “do you have something to show me?”

“I don’t.” Sora admitted. “They woke me up so I could get them out of the school, I don’t even have shoes. But.. I came because I want you to be there. Because… Well, most of what I want to say is spoilers, but you are my aunt. And I want my family to be happy.”

“Meh. I suck at psychology anyway. All I do is that I confront people.” He pulled out the papers he had taken from her room. “I don’t have emotional arguments -if you don’t have any sort of feeling for none of us, so be it. But I don’t think leaving everything behind as if they’d be sure to come back and staying around for 4 extra months is something someone in the mindset of "I have nothing here, I’ll leave” would do.“

"I ran away. That’s what that kind of people do, they stay and watch… To be honest, I just wanted to make sure everything was alright, that what I did was enough. I wasn’t supposed to make emotional links with any of you. None of you looked for me anyway - or tried to.” She ignored Sora for the moment and swallowed hard before facing Akira and his accusing tone. “I tried to detach myself from you all. That’s what I did for four months.”

“Guilty as charged. A lot of things happened, a lot of them wrong… But I don’t think that counts as an excuse.” He smirked at the last sentence. “Can’t detach yourself if you’re not attached in the first place.”

“Do you think I’m an idiot? I know that! That’s one of my worst weaknesses and I accepted it but my cowardice about facing my emotions is stronger than acceptance… I lied to you all, I’m not the person you thought I was,” she dropped her gaze to the floor and glanced at Sora. “I don’t belong to your dimension or time anyway.”

“So?” Sora asked. “There would be baby me , in a but. Why shouldn’t she have my favorite aunt?”

She sighed in defeat. That’s not what I meant… she wanted to say but couldn’t, she didn’t have the energy to explain the meaning. “Tell me why should I go back to Hope’s Peak. All of you, give me your reasons and be objective.”

Sora has no real answer, not one that isn’t selfish. So she says just that. “Because I am being selfish.” She pulled her shoulders. “That’s my story.”

“I don’t think that’s a matter of what you should do, but what you want to do. But if you want to play it like that, you have plenty: in some subjects we have the best teachers we could dream of, we have a great chef, this school could use more people with common sense… There are also a lot of reasons not to stay that I could detail too, so you can make an objective choice. Or you can just do whatever the fuck you want, for no other reason than that.”

“….” Damian frowns, putting some thought into why. “I came to find you because I wanted to be sure you were…okay after the attack. After losing two of the teachers I cared about and seeing my best friend shot, I didn’t want to see anyone else disappear.” He pauses, looking away while gripping his jacket sleeve. “I don’t have a good reason to ask you to stay. I just know that you’ve done a lot for me as well as the school. And I’d like to think that you don’t really want to go, despite your…orders.” He pulls her phone out of his pocket for emphasis. “You don’t have to cut us off just because your job is done. None of us look at you like a bad guy despite your change, we see you as a friend, as family.”

“I dont know you well, but your nice, dispite orders, i know you ca at least stay in contact…”

She chuckles after a long minute of silence, taking a hand to her face. “If I go back and trouble starts again for some reason, you’ll ask me to stay away from danger. Our team got dissolved because of reasons you don’t need to know but this is my job and I won’t stop until the academy and everyone is safe. That’s it.” “I can do it from inside or outside but there are less risks here,” she motioned at the surroundings as she said. “Do you have something against this?”

“Keep everyone safe?” Damian repeats in thought. “Is this really the way to keep everyone safe? By cutting yourself off from attachment and relationships with those around you?”

“Yes!” She exploded, “because I don’t make stupid choices if I’m not attached!”

“Then what do you live for? do you just do you job, not enteracting with people?”

“Stupid choices? Getting to know any of us, my birthday, helping me when I was arrested? Was it all just stupid choices?!”

She visibly flinched at Damian’s argument and averted her gaze. “This is why. And Shin, I do interact with people. I’m a diplomat but I was about to be an ultimate and for the reasons you hear and see right here and now. You’re all Japanese and I’m Latina, our cultures are way different so don’t judge how I work. I just want to do what’s right.”

“I Dont care about your natinoality, And running off pretending that your in the right isnt good,”

“You don’t get anything. You don’t understand what’s going on here,” she said, tapping her temple with a finger and frowning. “We always wait for the worst to actually learn about right decisions.” Her eyes met Damian’s, “you are an example of that.”

“…..” Damian eyes flash with pain and anger- more to himself than her- as he walks up to her and holds out her phone. “Do what you want. I’m glad to see you’re alive at the very least.” “I’m going back now, because you’re right about waiting for the worst.” He looks like he wants to say more, but his thoughts seem to clash even more than before.

Irene sighs after Damian is out of hearing range. “Why saying the truth is always so painful?” Why this feeling is so familiar? “I’m going back but remember to keep your distance from me.” Damn you Dami… She thought as she shook her head while walking painfully slowly to the academy.

Sora leads the way back to the school. you’ll understand in time, she hoped.

Akira was also walking very slowly, but apparently not for the same kind of pain. He wasn’t even sure he could climb back to get into the school again… He didn’t want to think about what just happened at all. Wrong decisions, bad decisions… Stop it. Stop it all. He’s done things wrong and he knows it. That’s why he is like that now. Like… Stop it.

#Jirami Senkou #akira romanov #sora hijirihara #damian miraz #shin kawaguchi #i think that's everyone #please inform me if I did miss one of the characters involved #danganronpa #submission #renegade--soul

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