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mykoreanlove · 7 months

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Can I see you tonight?

“You are doing WHAT? Y/N, are you out of your fucking mind?”

The slightly annoyed voice shouting at you through your phone was no other than your best friend. “You cried so much because of that man-whore and now you’re going to his place? What is wrong with you?”

Fair enough, you had asked yourself that as well. “I can’t believe you’re doing this. What’s your motive?”

You sighed in defeat. “See, I thought about that, too. It’s true, JB hurt me badly. And I should be over him and all but I’m not. I am still thinking about him, wishing that it would be different. I… I miss him. And I haven’t heard from him in so long, I just.. I just want to know what he’s got to say to me. Can’t you understand that?”

Your friend sighed in annoyance. “What are you wearing?”

That question caught you by surprise. “Huh?”

“Y/N, don’t play dumb with me. What are you wearing?”

You looked down at yourself and started describing your outfit. Black sports leggings, red hoodie and leather boots. “Oh, you mean the sports leggings that accentuates your bubble butt? And the red hoodie that makes your eyes pop? And not to forget the leather boots that look sexy as fuck on you?”

You gulped, not saying a word. “What are you wearing underneath?”

It was pointless to lie, so you told her the truth. “Red lacy thong..”, you mumbled. “And?” You rolled your eyes, thankful that she couldn’t see it. “No bra.”

“Y/N, I swear to god. You are going over there because you want him to fuck you! Seriously? That bastard behaved like he fell for you only to ghost you and you’re thinking of fucking his dick?”

Hearing her talk like that made your stomach turn. She wasn’t all wrong but she wasn’t all right either. Did you put a lot of thought into your outfit? Of course you did. When Jaebeom ditched you it hurt like hell, so naturally you wanted payback. Getting dolled up, showing off your goodies to tease him – anything really that would make him regret dumping you.

You thought of all possible scenarios in your head. Would he apologize and confess his love to you? Would he fuck you and make you leave? Would he apologize and introduce a new girlfriend to you? Would he even be at home or was this all a prank? Endless possibilities roamed your head until you decided to stop thinking. The last thing you needed was a headache.

“Listen, I know you worry about me and I appreciate that. I am curious what he has got to say to me. And if he isn’t saying anything at all, I can at least ask why he ended things the way he did. Anything after that? Total uncertainty. Maybe I’ll see him and be turned off by him. Maybe I understand his ways and feel empathy for him. Maybe I decide I am done with him and leave. Or maybe I’ll use him just like he used me… It’s been a while and a girl got needs. Is that noble? No. But the world is complex, it’s not black and white. Especially not with JB. At least, I want to be prepared.”

You hung up as you arrived at his place. You scanned the bell for his name, taking a deep breath before pushing it. “Jaebeom, please don’t make me regret this.”

His apartment was on the third floor. You took each step nervously, not knowing what to expect from him. You were wondering if his heart was racing as fast as yours. When you made it to his floor you noticed his door being open ajar, him being nowhere in sight though. You collected yourself one last time before grabbing the handle and entering.

“JB?”

He was rushing to the front door, cheeks slightly red because he didn’t make it on time. “Y/N! I’m so happy to see you. Come on in!”

You took a good look at him. He was dressed casually – black joggers and a white shirt that accentuated his defined body. His hair was longer though, falling into his beautiful features effortlessly. He still had the same aura about him. He was confident in a silent, down to earth way. “Fuck”, you muttered under your breath. Hating him just got a lot harder.

“Did you eat? I cooked for us.” He beamed you a sly smile and ushered you into the kitchen. It smelled heavenly and you started to relax for the first time. You were too nervous to eat before, so you welcomed the pleasant smell of your favorite dish. “I made you tteokbokki. It’s your favorite, right?”

You thought back to the first time you had tteokbokki with him. It felt like ages ago, even though it only had been months. You were sitting on his couch eating, trying your best not to go up in flames as it was way too spicy for you. JB looked at you concerned. “Is it good?” You took a deep breath, nodding. “Yes, but it’s so fucking spicy!” He sprinted over to you immediately. “Oh, let me extinguish the heat then.” And with that he kissed you – sweetly and innocently.

You got pulled out of your memories as he handed you a plate. “Come on, let’s eat.” You barely touched your food – not because it was too spicy but because you were too nervous to eat. Up ‘til now you only talked about irrelevant things – what you had been up to, work, your family, plans for the remaining year. Jaebeom barely looked at you which you took as a sign of his nervousness. Why was he nervous though? You were the one that got rejected.

He got up and put on some music, dimming the lights to change the mood. Your stomach churned again, you had never been this nervous with him. He sat next to you on the black couch and just watched you.

“What?”

“Sorry, I, I thought this would be easier but it’s not.. It’s hard for me actually.”

You were confused. “What is?”

He grinned embarrassed. “Seeing you again. I know I fucked up and I wanted to talk about it but now that I’m actually seeing you it’s so hard.” He gulped nervously.

A ping of relief washed over you. He wanted to apologize, that was good! But you wouldn’t go easy on him, you wanted to see him suffer. You turned around and faced him directly, your doe eyes looking at him innocently while you were licking your lips seductively.

“Go on. You can do it, JB.”

He laughed. God, you missed his voice so much. The deep, honeylike voice that whispered the sweetest and naughtiest things into your ear.

“I wish I could find the right words and give you a proper explanation, Y/N. But I wasn’t in the right mind back then. I felt so lost.”

He took a halt and waited. That was not enough, no. You wanted more, you wanted a proper explanation from him. Maybe you needed to help him start?

You stood up and re-positioned yourself – on his lap facing him intimately. Jaebeom’s eyes widened in shock. His hands travelled to your sides automatically, squeezing your hips and ass. You caressed his face, tucking the lose strands of hair behind his ear.

“I am listening, Jaebeom.”

You felt him getting hard underneath you, grinning vigorously. He was holding back so much and you knew.

“I had been single for a short while when we met. And I wanted to keep it that way. You know, have some fun and move on. And it worked perfectly with all the girls before you but you y/n, you were different.”

You saw the pain in his eyes and felt good. It was petty but you were hurt and now you wanted him to suffer, too. You placed sweet little kisses along his jawline, whispering. “Different how?”

Jaebeom sighed heavily, trying to control himself.

“You were one of a kind. You still are.”

You let go of his jaw and watched him carefully.

“I had never met someone like you, y/n. You are so beautiful and funny. Smart and creative. Like I could talk to you about the most stupid stuff as well as my biggest fears. I was so drawn to you, like a moth to a flame. I felt my best when I was with you. But also my… worst.”

The last part caught you by surprise. You wanted to get up and get some space between the two of you but he held you tight by your wrists.

“Listen to me, please. I felt my worst because I knew I couldn’t live up to you. I wasn’t the man you deserved to be with. I was acting like a big fuckboy, running away from my demons and facing different pussies instead of my baggage. I didn’t deserve to be with you.”

You started to tear up. Never ever had you thought of this possibility. Did you think of him leaving you because you were not good enough? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you sucked in bed? Yes. Did you think of him leaving because you were just not what a guy wanted? You bet. But this?

His honesty caught you off guard.

„I knew that you wouldn‘t let go of me, y/n. I saw it in your eyes. So I did what I always do best: fuck up. I had to hurt you so badly, hoping that you would forget about me. Did you…?” He paused for a brief moment. “Did you forget about me?”

You held back tears as you were facing him. You hated being weak, but you couldn’t help it right now. With a very low voice you answered. “I tried to. I tried kissing someone else, I tried dating someone else but I… I always thought about you.”

You looked down at your lap, too embarrassed to face him. Jaebeom grabbed your chin with his fingers and looked at you lovingly. “Funny enough, I did the same thing. I tried to forget about you by getting with other girls but none of them did the trick. No one ever compared to you, y/n.”

You grabbed his hand that was holding your chin and squeezed it lightly. Tears started to fall from your eyes as you asked him again. “What changed? Why now?”

Jaebeom’s fingers landed on your cheeks, wiping away the salty tears you cried because of him. “I wonder how many tears you must have cried because of me, y/n. I am so sorry. I really, really am.” He looked at you sincerely, you were believing his every word. With a sigh he explained further. “I got tired of running away. I got tired of playing this game that I’m bound to loose. I want to be with you. I know I’m not perfect and I can’t change what I did but I want to be better. For you. I want to be the man you deserve to be with. If you let me, of course.”

He looked at you nervously. “Will you let me, y/n?”

You chuckled in relief, as well. “Of course, you idiot. Of course, I will.”

His eyes lit up with excitement as he realized what you had said. Not even a second after he crushed his lips onto yours, kissing you like it was the first time. You made out for a while, in desperate need for each other. He interrupted each kiss with another declaration of love.

“I will make it up to you, y/n.” Kiss. “I missed you so fucking much.” Kiss. “God, I’m such an idiot.” Kiss. “What did I do to ever deserve you?” Kiss. “Thank you.” Kiss. “Thank you for giving me another chance.” Kiss. “I won’t fuck up this time.” Kiss. “I promise”. Kiss.

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brandogenius · 3 months

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Stranded. (small teaser)

‼️RPF‼️

Julien x singer! Reader - enemies to lovers

(based on one of my requests! 🤭🤭🤭)

Description: after missing your flight to toronto for your next tour stop. you’re stranded in a random city with nothing but $20, a guitar, a suitcase full of clothes and a small tattooed guitarist who seems to not like you very much.

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“know where you’re going?”

“of course i fucking know where i’m going” you huffed, one hand on the suitcase, the other hand gripping the phone, google maps displayed on the screen.

“doesn’t seem like it.” you snap your head to glare at the other person beside you. she’s staring at the sky, cigarette between her lips. leaned up against the wall, suitcase settled beside her with the guitar case propped up on the ground.

“have you nothing better to do than complain?” you tilted your head, squinting as the rain splashed down aggressively on your head. one hand over your eyes. the tattooed woman shrugged her shoulders. “s’kinda fun watching you just give out” she gave a nod towards the phone in your hand “stop getting distracted princess. we have places to be”

“we have places to be” you mocked in a high pitched tone as you rolled your eyes “and whose fault is it that we’re in this situation?”

“hey, don’t blame me! blame the taxi cab”

“ oh yeah. i’ll blame the taxi driver who was late bringing us to the airport because you lost your goddamn phone in the hotel room” you waved your arms in the air as your voice got louder

“how could i leave my phone there? it had all my documents, my lyrics and bank details on it!” julien snapped back.

“we missed the fucking flight, julien! a flight to goddamn canada! we’re in california” you sighed loudly, getting more annoyed.

“there isn’t any more flights this week, due to this stupid fucking storm. we’re stranded here and we have a show in two days” you wiped the rain off the phone screen, zooming in to look at the nearest location to a hotel.

“it’s fine-“ julien leaned off the wall. grabbing her suitcase and guitar. “get a cheap hotel for the night, rent a car and drive over to toronto, simple. we’ll make it there in no time”

“that’s easy for you to say” you scoffed, walking ahead of her, following the map.

“it’s true. what’s the worst that can happen?”

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greenmtwoman · 7 months

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#jaime x brienne #jaime lannister #brienne of tarth #jb week 2023 #First time #Angst

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multiphandomunnies · 1 month

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got7

reactions

girlfriend hugging them in their sleep

deserted island au

high school au

gf is a demon

s.o is shy with skinship

s.o is self conscious

imagines

mark

jackson

thank you

bf! jackson

trying again

single dad au

jaebum

it’s not too late

get over here

not now (*M*)

carnation

bf! jaebum

christmas special

i want to do these things with you

jinyoung

youngjae

bambam

christmas special

yugyeom

bf! yugyeom

let’s go out

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transingthoseformers · 7 months

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Honestly for Warlord Twitch I really like the idea of Nightshade disappearing into the woods I have this sceen in my head of Twitch getting a report from two soldiers about how when they get close enough to specific point that soldiers just dissappear and Twitch growling out Nightshades name and advising that her soldiers lead the [autobot equivalent] out to that point.

Oh I just realized Robby and Mo work for it and now I'm really sad this also technically applies to Alex and Dot so Twitch really lost almost all if her parents and then two of her siblings and Thrash fighting against her. Ugh the angst! I love it.

You said Terran!Hotrod/Rodimus so do you mean Hotrod/Rodimus being a Terran or one of terrans filling in his role?

Also Soundwave being willing to follow knowing full well who she looms like

Ooooo ok Twitch wanting to find Nighty??? Damnnn that's gonna be interesting

Yep yep that would devastate the Maltobots so so so much

I thought about both possibilities, actually! Because on one hand it'd make sense that non-maltobot Terrans pop up at some point (and I remember a number of posts suggesting that g1 Hot Rod was born on earth between the time skip of s2 and the movie), and it'd be interesting foreshadowing

But

Also the idea of Thrash getting the matrix somehow a la Rodimus style would be so fucking interesting

Soundwave of course yes yes yes

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moondancer71 · 2 years

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Wildest Dreams

A collaboration fic with @jupiterix I Premiering on AO3 for JonerysOrgasmicOctober2k22!

AN: Happy birthday to our bestie, @jellybeanficwriter 🥳 You are one of the best people that we know in this fandom. You are always such a funny, supportive and positive presence and we are so very glad to know you! This is just a little teaser, but we hope this fic will cover all of your favorite things 😘 sorry not sorry about short hair!Jon 😙😌 but we promise it’s not permanent! 😂🤭 Thanks to @arielchelby for the quick beta read!

“Daenerys! Daenerys! Daenerys!” The paparazzi shouted as she reached for Daario’s hand and exited the limo onto the red carpet. Her senses were alight with the bright flashes of the cameras, the screams of the fans lining the walkway, and the chatter of the reporters and cast members engaged in interviews.

Daario squeezed her hand, leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Are you ready for all of this?”

“Yes.” This moment was everything she’d dreamed of as a young girl and though it stood before her, ready for the taking, it still felt like it all could vanish. “Let’s go,” she said, as she pulled him further onto the carpet.

As they posed for the cameras, Dany basked in the attention and adoration. After a time she heard the crowd's cries become louder. “Jon! Jon! Jon!”

She turned to find Jon walking toward her with his wife, Ygritte, clutched at his arm. He was dressed in his signature black, the suit formed to his body like a glove. His curls were shorn short. He said he'd have a new look after the movie finished filming - putting some distance between himself and the character. Though perhaps he’d changed his appearance so that he could forget who he’d been during their time together.

When their eyes met across the sea of people, all she could see was the memory of the last conversation they’d shared.

“We can’t keep doing this, Dany. It’s not right,” he admonished as he held his gold wedding band in his hands, spinning the thin metal between his fingers.

“I know,” she whispered, the weight of her own rings felt heavy on her dainty finger. “Yet we keep finding ourselves here. Different places, different times, but we always end up here, saying this is the end, and yet it never is.”

He looked up at her, a mixture of sadness, love, and shame reflected in his grey eyes. “This time it has to be. When filming is over–”

“We’ll go our separate ways?” she finished. “And pretend this never happened? That we never happened?”

“I’ll always lo–”

“Don’t!” she whispered as tears welled in her eyes. Her eyes looked anywhere but his face, or else she feared her tears would finally fall. “Don’t say it, please.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmured as he stood up and left, the door slamming shut behind him.

#jonerys #jonerys fanfic #jonerys fanfiction #fic teaser #moon and jupiter write #wildest dreams #actors!jonerys #cheating fic #angst #my moodboard #jonerysorgasmicoctober2k22 #happy birthday jb! 🥳#yes this is like the tswift song #duh #🤣

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babeydollx · 2 years

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can you make a fic about the scene in season 2 where sarah gets shot by rafe and john b takes her to that doctor or whatever and she almost dies and all.

except y/n is sarah?

this scene was heartbreaking 🥺😭

Prayers

Warnings: cursing, angst, violence, shooting, Rafe shooting Y/N, Y/N almost kind of dies, just some heartbreaking shit

Pairings: John B Routledge x Female Cameron Reader

Summary: After you, John B, Cleo, Stubbs, and Terrance make a plan to get the gold it all goes into motion smoothly until Rafe shoots you.

Scene: S.2 E.2: The Heist and S.2 E.3: Prayers

Word Count: 4k (ik this is so long lmao)

a/n: ugh this scene was heartbreaking, it made me cry.

This is seen from Y/N's POV and John B's POV.

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(gif credit to @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo)

John B and I slowly crept around trying to get the gold back. We had came up with this plan with Cleo and her friends. Since Rafe and Ward came down to the Bahamas to get the gold back home, you all decided that now was your chance.

Cleo and Terrance were dressed up as construction workers and were up blocking the road for when they would come and you and John B were hiding. The two of you watched Ward and Rafe drive up and stop in front of them. Terrance waved the orange flag when they came up, telling them to stop.

"Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go." You could hear Terrance say to Cleo.

"What's going on?" Ward asked as you and John B stayed back with your faces covered, watching everything happening.

"Sorry." Terrance said.

"Road's closed. Nobody coming through!" Cleo said.

"Well, can you let just one truck through?" Ward asked. "We just... we kinda gotta get through today. We got a delivery that-" Cleo then cut Ward off.

"I don't think so. Sinkhole. Massive." Cleo said as she walked over to the passengers side of the truck where Rafe was.

"I'm begging you guys, if-" Before Ward could finish, Terrance pulled out a gun and pointed it at Ward.

"Let me see your hands." Terrance said.

"Don't do anything stupid." Cleo said as she put her knife to Rafe's throat.

"Get out. Easy." Terrance said as he and Cleo made Ward and Rafe get out of the truck.

"Listen to your papa." Cleo said as Rafe got out of the car.

"Everything nice and easy." Terrance said. "This is what we'll do. You're gonna walk to the sign. You'll put those signs on the side for me. You go to that sign. You go to that sign." Terrance said as he held the gun to Ward, forcing him to walk over to the large barrels with the signs in front of them.

"Move the damn sign." Terrance said. Ward did so and moved the sign, putting it to the side of the road. "You too buddy. Put it on the side of the road." Terrance said to Rafe. Rafe did the same thing, grabbing the sign and tossing it to the side of the road.

"Right over there." Cleo said.

"Go to the barrel." Terrance said. Ward did as he was told. "Put the barrel to the side of the road. Put the barrels on the side." Terrance said as Ward picked up the barrel and threw it on the side of the road.

"Throw another barrel and I'll blow your damn head off." Terrance said to Ward. You and John B still watched quietly, waiting for the time.

"Take two steps back. Easy! Get on your knees!" Terrance said to them. Rafe and Ward both had their hands up as they did as they were told.

"On the ground. Come on!" Cleo said to Rafe and practically forced him to his knees.

"Put your hands up." Terrance said.

"Who are you?" Ward asked.

"Kiss the ground." Terrance said.

"Who are you?" Ward asked again.

"I'm the Royal Commission for the redistribution of wealth. Kiss the ground." Terrance said. Ward finally did as he was told.

"You guys are idiots. Our escorts are right behind us." Rafe said.

"A wise guy, huh?" Cleo asked.

"Okay. It's time to go." John B whispered to you.

"Go! Go! Hurry!" Terrance yelled to the two of you. The two of you ran out of your hiding spot and ran for the truck. "Go! Hurry! Hurry!" Terrance yelled to you both again. As Ward was laying on the ground, he peeked over to see who Terrance was yelling at and saw you with John B. His eyes widened slightly and he started to get up slightly.

"Y/N?" Ward said.

"Get down!" Terrance yelled at Ward.

"Y/N! You're alive!" Ward yelled. You ran to the passengers seat of the truck and pulled your mask down then finally looked over at your father. "Baby! You're alive!" Ward yelled again. Ward got up and was about to run over to you.

"Don't talk to her! Stay down!" Cleo yelled.

"Stay back." John B said.

"Hey! Stay down!" Cleo yelled again.

"Y/N! You're alive!" Ward yelled once more, overjoyed.

"Do not talk to her!" Cleo yelled.

"I love you, baby!" Ward yelled as Terrance grabbed him and put the gun to him again. "I love you, baby! I can't believe it!" Ward yelled.

"Stay down!" Cleo yelled at him again. John B then pulled out his gun and pointed it towards Ward as you stayed behind John B.

"Stay back." John B said getting ready to put his finger on the trigger.

"No! No, no!" Terrance yelled as Ward was yelling and crying for you as well.

"Stay right there! Stop!" John B yelled. As this was happening, Rafe had got up and pulled his gun out, pointing it at you both.

"Hey!" Rafe yelled.

"No!" Terrance yells. Rafe fires the gun as Cleo smacks it out of his hand. Cleo then pointed the gun at Rafe as Terrance his Ward on the back of the head with the gun.

"We gotta go." John B says to you. You got into the truck, kind of having a hard time. John B got into the drivers seat. John B then drives off as Rafe and Ward yell at the two of you. You knew that Terrance and Cleo would be following the two of you.

"Shit, they're coming. Shit." John B said as he tried to drive the truck faster. You look back to see how close they are to you guys. "Come on. It's too heavy, Y/N. The gold's weighing us down." John B said.

"Is there anyway to make this thing go faster?" You asked.

"I'm going as fast as this hunk of shit can go. Hold on!" John B said.

"What?!" You asked. John B grunted as he turned the truck, almost flipping it over as he did so. You both ended up loosing the people that were following you. You sat there and put your hands on your head and then breathed out. John B then drove both of you into a field of tall grass, the truck stopping. John B looked around and then looked behind him to see if they followed you and he smiled.

"Y/N, we got the gold. Y/N, we did it. We did it. Oh my god." John B said. As he said so, you started to feel a terrible pain in your stomach and looked down. You then saw that there was a hole in your jeans, the fabric around the hole soaked in blood.

You lifted your hand up to look at it and saw blood on your fingers. John B then looked over at you.

"I'm shot." You managed to get out. John B quickly pulled his bandana off of his neck . You were whimpering.

"Uh. I need you to push down, okay? Look, this is going to hurt, but I need you to push down." John B said as he put the banda on your bullet wound and pushed down. You gasped loudly as he did so.

"I'm sorry." He said as you whimpered and whined, tears filling your eyes. "I know it hurts. We've gotta stop the bleeding." He said. "Push down. Push down. Look, we gotta take this shirt off." He said trying to stay calm.

"I'm going to push down. You take the shirt off." He said. You whimpered and started to cry as you took the shirt off. " Okay, here you go." He said. "Okay. Okay, lean back. Lean back." He said as he got you to lean back.

"Just stay as still as possible." He said to you as you tried to breathe deeply. "I'm gonna call Terrance." John B said as he dialed in his number. You then herd Terrance pick up.

"Did you get the gold?" Terrance asked.

"Hey, look, we got it." John B said.

"All right!" Terrance yelled.

"You did it!" You herd Cleo yell.

"We got it, but listen, we have bigger problems. Y/N's been shot." John B said.

"What?!" You herd Terrance say.

"Yes, she's been shot in the gut. I need your help. We're up in the cane field, a mile up on the left." John B said. He finished his phone call with Terrance after he tried to tell him where he was. You panted as your hand was now covered in blood as you tried to keep the bandana pressed down on your wound.

"Help is on the way, okay? Just stay with me." John B said. Terrance and Cleo found both of you and pulled into the spot. As they were, John B got you out of the car. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder and he got his hand around your waist as he helped you walk over to them.

"Shit!" Cleo said as she got out of the car and ran over to help you.

"I just texted you an address of a doctor! Tell him I sent you!" Terrance said.

"Okay, it's a hospital, right?" John B asked as him and Cleo helped you into the white truck that Cleo and Terrance arrived in.

"No. You wanna get caught?" Terrance asked.

"I really don't give a shit, T. She needs help." John B said.

"He's better than any of the doctors in that shitcan. He's my guy. He got ya." Terrance said as he walked over to you.

"Y/N, look, you gon' be okay. Okay, baby? Just breathe, relax. Everything's good." Terrance said to you as he held your hand. "We're gonna meet at the wharf in eight hours. No more. It is hot as hell out there." Terrance said to John B.

"My guy's good. He's gonna take take of you." Terrance said to you as you fought off tears.

"And this is him, right?" John B asked as he showed Terrance on his phone.

"That's him. He got you. He's a good guy." Terrance said as he let go of your hand and you finally began to cry a little.

"T? Thank you." You said as you stuttered and fought for air slightly.

"We good, baby." Terrance said to you.

"Hey, hey. You're gonna need some money." Cleo said as he gave John B the money. "John B, take care of my girl. Y/N! You're a fighter, girl. Hold on! Hold on!" Cleo said to you as she ran away from the truck window before hitting the hood a few times. " Go! Go! Go! Go!" Cleo yelled. John B drove sped off.

"What if they... what if they take the gold?" You managed to get out.

"Look, screw the gold okay? I'll take care of you. We'll get you to the doctor." John B said. You herd the GPS say that the doctor was 4 miles away. You whimpered and all you could focus on was how much pain you were in.

"Hey, it's okay. It's okay. It's okay." John B said as he tried to go faster. "I'm just gonna follow this GPS, okay?" He said as you whimpered. "Just hang on. Everything's gonna be fine." He said as you began to cry more. The GPS began to give instructions again but, he dropped his phone on the floor as he was trying to drive.

"Shit.." He mumbled. "Shit! I need the directions." He said as he was trying to grab his phone while trying to focus on the road and drive. You groaned and whimpered. "Y/N, it's okay. It's okay." He said to you as he tried to grab his phone.

"John B, car!" You yelled when he almost drove into another car, trying to grab his phone.

"Shit!" He yelled and quickly swerved, missing the car. You began to start sobbing loudly now, you gave up on trying to keep your composure. John B finally grabbed his phone off of the truck floor and looked at it quickly to see the destination.

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~ JOHN B'S POV ~

We finally get to where we were suppose to be and I park. "Hold on, Y/N. I'm coming." I say as I get out of the truck before running around to her side to help her out. "Here we go. I got you, okay?" I said as I wrap her arm around my shoulders.

"Okay. Ready? Let's go." I said as I help her out of the car. She groaned as she got out. "I got you. I got you. I got you." I repeat quietly as we began to walk. "Do you guys know where the doctor is?" I ask some of the people sitting.

"In there." The man says.

"Thank you." She manages to get out. We go to where we need to be and I begin to press the button for the buzzer. I keep pressing it over and over again before hitting the wall a few times. "Come on!" I yell slightly.

"Yeah, what do you want?" The man says through the speaker.

"I'm looking for Dr. Nygard." I say.

"Dr. Nygard's not here." The man says.

"Okay, well, do you know where I can find him?" I ask.

"Who are you?" The man asks.

"I'm a friend of Terrance's. Okay, look, somebody's been shot." I said.

"Aw, hell." The man says. "There's a camera above to your left. Look at it and let me see your faces." The man says. Her and I both look up at the camera. "All right, go through the bar. There's some stairs on the right." The man says.

"Okay. Thank you. Thank you. Let's go." I said. I once again help her to get inside. "Doc!" I yell.

"Bring her in here!" The man from the speaker yells.

"Doc, where are you?!" I yell.

"Here! Right here!" The doctor yells. We get over to the stairs to see a man with gray hair and glasses standing at the top of the steps.

"Hey! Hey!" I yell.

" Yeah, come on. Oh!" The doctor yells. "It's not her head, is it?" The doctor asks.

"No, it's not her head. Come on, Y/N." I say.

"I don't do heads." The man says.

"You're good. You got two more. Two more steps." I say to her as she groans.

"Whoa. Whoa." The man says as he sees her wound. There is blood on her hand, blood covering the right side of her shorts and blood running down her right leg. The doctor tells me where to bring her and I do as I am told.

"Where do you want me to put her, Doc?" I ask as we get inside.

"Take her straight down the hallway here." The doctor says. "Damn! She's in worse shape than I am." The doctor says. "Put her put on that table, right there." He says. I put her down on the table and she whimpers loudly.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I say to her. She whimpers and her eyes begin to close. "Stay with me. Stay with me." I say to her. "Tell me what to do, Doc." I say. The doctor pulls some rubber gloves on and then gets ready.

"Let's have a look at this thing." He says as he unbuttons her shorts. I help remove the fabric away from her wound. "So, what do we have here? Ah, oh boy." He says.

"She... she's gonna be okay, right?" I ask.

"That remains to be seen." He says.

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She is now passed out so the doctor can get the bullet out of her and stitch her up.

"Put some pressure on that wound." He says.

"Yes sir." I say as I do as I am told. "What kinda doctor are you?" I ask.

"I'm not a doctor." He says. "Not in the eyes of the law, anyway. I'm more like a service provider." He says. I stand there confused.

"What... what does that mean?" I ask.

"Tell you what, if you find the cure for arthritis in med school, the higher-ups don't like it very much." He says. "You know, the powers that be don't give a damn about curing anything. All they care about is the green stuff, the money, the bottom line." He says.

"Follow me?" He asks.

"Yeah, totally. Is there anything else I should be doing? I really don't know anything about this." I say.

"Yeah, just be quiet a bit. Take that off and let me study it a minute." He says. I take off the cloth that is covering her bullet wound and Dr. Nygard takes a look at it. "She's bleedin' a little on the outside, and she's bleedin' a lot on the inside." He says.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"It means I can go in." He says as he grabs a medical knife and gets ready to get started.

"You're... you're gonna sanitize that, right?" I ask.

"Good call, kid." The doctor says.

"Just tryin' to help." I say.

"Now when I do go in, she's gonna lose a lot of blood." He says.

"Okay." I say.

"And it may kill her." He says.

"No. No.." I say.

"Or it may not kill her." He says. "Point is I can't be held liable for this either way." He says.

"You're not liable, all right?" I say.

"Yeah. There's one more thing. Job like this costs 4K." he says. I try not to cry and I get the hunk of gold out of my bag that JJ, Kiara, Pope and I had melted down a little while back.

"This is all I've got." I whisper. The doctor grabs the gold and looks down at it and then back up at me again.

"Your shittin' me." He says. He then puts the gold down and grabs the surgical knife again. "Hold that back." He says and I do so.

"Doc. Save her, please.." I say. He doesn't say anything and just gets to work.

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"Well, that was no garden-variety extraction. I can tell ya that." The doctor says as he finishes stitching up Y/N. "Okay, can you give me the scissors?" He asks. I grab them and then hand them to the doctor.

"And then give me that salty dog, if you would, please." He says. I nod and go over and grab the cup then walk back over and hand it to him. He takes it and drinks what is left in the glass. "Perfecto." He says.

"So, what happens now?" I ask.

"We wait." He says. "And we hope she wakes up." He says before he walks off to get a refill.

"We're good though, right?" I ask.

"Only time will tell." Dr. Nygard says.

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I sit there beside her with my hands in my hair waiting for her to wake up. I then notice that the monitor is fizzling so I check her pulse on her wrist and her neck. Something's wrong.

"Hey doc. Doc! Come here!" I say. He walks in when I call him.

"Can you feel it?" He asks.

"I can feel it here but not on her wrist." I say. The doctor checks her pulses and sighs.

"Oh, shit." He says.

"What do you want... what do you want me to do?" I ask.

"She's got too much fluid already. More's gonna kill her. She should be waking up." He says.

"Hey." I say quietly when I see Y/N's eyes slowly open.

"John B.." she says weakly.

"Hey, Y/N, it's me." I say but then her eyes fall closed again.

"Hang on. I gotta go check something. I'll be right back." He says.

"Hey.." Y/N says weakly as I caress her left cheek with my thumb.

"Sleepyhead.." I say quietly.

"It's not here." I hear him say in the other room and I look over as he curses and looks for something.

"John B?" She says weakly.

"Hey. Hey, you're okay." I say as I turn my attention back to her.

"I can't feel anything..." She says weakly.

"No, no, no, no, no. You're okay. It's okay. Just listen to me." I say.

"God dang! Where is this thing?!" He yells in the other room.

"What if I don't make it-" She says weakly.

"Don't talk like that. You're gonna be fine." I say. "We'll leave this creepy doctor's office and everything's gonna be okay." I say. "I need you to stay with me, okay?" I say. Her eyes start to flutter shut and the monitor starts to beep rapidly.

"Doc?" I say.

"Hold on. I'll be right there." He says. All of the sudden the monitor then flatlined.

"Doc! Hey!" I yell.

"Do you know CPR?" He asks.

"No." I say.

"That's a sternum. Push on it until I tell you to stop." He says.

"Okay." I say.

"And try not to break her ribs." He says. I begin to preform CPR on her. After a few minutes of doing CPR, he tells me to stop. He then uses a medical tool to give her air.

"Okay, go again." He says. I once again begin doing CPR.

"Stop." He says after I did CPR for a few minutes. "Stop. Stop." He says when I don't stop. He leans down to check to see if he chest is rising.

"What's wrong? What's... what's going on?" I ask. "What are you doing?" I ask. He doesn't say a word and he begins to walk off. "Where are you going? Help. Help me." I say in tears.

"She's just lost too much blood, kid." He says. "I'll leave you with her." He says as he walks out. I grabbed the thing he used to give her air and tried to give her some air. I then begin to prefore CPR on her as I count. Nothing happens and I begin to cry.

"Stay with me." I whisper to her as I begin CPR again.

"Hey, come on." I sob as I give her air again. I very gently hit her cheek a few times before starting CPR again as I sob. "Hey! Please don't die." I sniffle as I cup her face.

"Come on. Come on! Wake up!" I scream. "Y/N, wake up!" I scream as I begin to do CPR once again. I began to tremble when nothing works and before I know it, I'm sobbing and throwing things around.

I come back to her and rest my head on her chest for a moment sobbing before looking back up at her. I sit on my knees now face to face with her lifeless body as I sob more.

"I love you.." I whisper as I gently caress her hair and sniffle. I then rest my head beside her sniffling, completely hopeless. She was gone. Then the monitor begins to beep faintly. Her finger then moves slightly. I check her pulse. She's alive.

"Doc? Doc. Get in here." I say. "You crazy son of a bitch." I whisper. He feels her pulse on her neck and then looks back over to me. He nods and smiles. She's alive...

"She just needs to rest for a few minutes. She'll come around." He says. I walk away from her and go into the other room where he is. "Come in. Have a seat." He says as I shut the door.

~ Y/N'S POV ~

You wake up on a table with a blanket on you. You can hear the muffled voices of the doctor and John B talking in the other room. You then sit up and wince. You get up off of the table and then head over to the closed doors where John B and the doctor are. You open the doors, slightly stumbling in when you did so.

"Whoa, little lady! You need to go lie down" The doctor says.

"How long did I sleep?" You ask.

"Not long enough." John B says.

"Can we still make it?" I ask.

"No. No. We- it's over, okay?" John B says.

"No, it's not." I say as I shake my head.

"Y/N-" John B says but I cut him off.

"We still have an hour." I say.

"You need to rest. You just got shot." John B says. You look down at my self where the bullet wound once was.

"I am fine." You said as you look back up at John B. "We're going." You say. And the chase for the gold was back on again.

a/n: I hope y'all enjoyed this fic! Sorry ik it's super long!

Taglist: @smokingbeersdrinkingweed @gillybear17 @luversgirl @rafesrings

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aerodaltonimperial · 1 year

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Prompt: slut Hook

He tries to forget about Dan by hooking up with others (you choose who 😏) but does it work?

(Short answer: no. Long answer: content warning for Hook/JB...ish, and a graphic description of a panic attack. Morel, you know better than to ask me for something like this LOL)

Things don’t make it into his circle very quickly. Hook’s too far removed from most things to get rumors as they happen; he gets them later, after they’ve been filtered through people, whispered from ear to ear like an old telephone game on the playground, the very last entry on the need-to-know list. But this one, he thinks, kind of wildly, kind of frantically, he probably should have gotten first. This one, he should have been given directly so he could process on his own time instead of while standing at the crowded bar attempting to elbow his way in to get the bartender’s attention.

Because that’s exactly where he is when he hears, not even to him, to Bowens huddled up behind him, the snippets of his worst nightmare summoned into being: Danhausen, Orange Cassidy, arena locker room.

Hook’s blood turns to ice. His knees lock, the bones slotting into place as though his body has instinctively attempted to protect itself. He stops breathing, lungs hitching and then faltering, useless. They sputter him tongue-tied, mouth dry. He stares at Bowens, stares at Caster, stares at their heads bowed together and beyond after their outlines warble out of focus.

And Bowens…he doesn’t turn to Hook and repeat it. He doesn’t do anything he should be doing, he should know to do; he just laughs, because it hasn’t ripped his entire fucking chest apart like it has Hook’s. Because his world is still spinning on the correct axis instead of hurtling out into the stars. And then he shifts, mouth still curved up into amusement, gesturing with his chin towards the bartender who is paused behind the counter with expectation. “Gettin’ a drink or what?”

Hook isn’t even sure what he orders. The syllables are nonsense, because his brain has stopped.

Something is shoved into his hand, something cold. His feet carry it and him back to the table without him commanding them to. He’s stuck a minute behind, caught like a zipper tugging holes in the pinched fabric.

His face must give something away when he sits down, because Jack turns to him. Frowns. “You okay?”

Hook stares at him, too.

“Maybe you’ve had too much,” Jack continues, and moves like he’s going to swipe the beer Hook just paid far too much for, mostly because he has no idea what he slapped down as a tip. One bill: could have been a ten, could have been a twenty. Hook swats Jack’s hand away. If anything, the drink will help.

It has to help.

But when he gets to the bottom of the glass, to the foam clinging to the lip, he’s no better. He’s worse, because the anger has started to churn up through his stomach, the hollow space he absolutely, positively should have filled with something other than fermented hops before they’d piled in the car to go out. He excuses himself to the bathroom despite the fact that by this time of the night, it’s a cesspool just to get away from the table. He grips the sides of the grimy sink, stares at his reflection in the smudged mirror. They can’t be right. They can’t be right.

But they probably are.

And Hook knows it.

Knew it one month ago, knew it three months ago—suspected it in the darkest parts of the night when the sheets were cold and foreign, woke with the aftertaste of it in his mouth too early in the morning to be awake and too late to fall back asleep. His chest twists with it no matter how many times he accepts Bowens’ offer to shoot the shit, no matter how many times he scrubs it clean in the shower.

Hook stares at his red-rimmed eyes, his tangled hair, the way his lips have been perpetually chapped since the winter blew in.

He stalks back out to the table, unseeing. Bowens is distracted again, because Caster has decided to make a spectacle of himself—they’ve reached that part of the evening. Hook whips his arm out to grab Jack’s bicep and haul him backwards, half off the chair with more force than necessary. The guy stumbles, only managing to catch himself at the last minute, and Hook doesn’t even care. He just drags Jack back to the far wall, where the bar has dimmed the lights to the point of near blackness, where people go when they’re desperate and drunk and making stupid, stupid choices.

He spins Jack once they reach the shadows so they’re face to face. Gives him one second, not even that, to duck and run if he wants. When Jack fails to bolt, Hook grabs his face in both hands and kisses him.

He isn’t sure how much time passes—Hook knows how to do this. It’s been awhile, but he knows, because you never forget how to take a person apart like this, how to kiss their mouth open and lick your way in, except that his brain has taken up a high-pitched sort of buzz and his arms have started to shake, really shake, his fingers trembling against Jack’s temples.

When he pulls away, the room has begun to shift around him, the floor rushing up to meet the industrial ceiling.

“Hook?” Jack asks. He sounds far away, underwater. “You okay?”

No? Hook’s lungs refuse to expand. He can’t breathe; there’s no air in the bar, and the space is sweltering, smoldering, burning him up. He tries to grab for his sweatshirt to yank it over his head just to soothe the fire on his skin and he can’t get his arms to obey. He’s falling, and then he’s careening up at the same time. Balance gone, thoughts blanked, head aflame.

Somehow, he stumbles out through the back door that the bar has at least deactivated the emergency alarm on into the air outside, which is shockingly cold against his skin. He tries to breathe again and this time it works. He gulps in the oxygen, but it’s too little, too late. His head goes dizzy, woozy. Light. Floating.

He fumbles for the bricks of the bar exterior and ends up turning an ankle on his way down to the ground. And then every single sensation slams back into him at the same time, a deluge. He’s choking and drowning on it as his eyes sting and his nose waters. He wheezes through the rapid-fire thundering of his heart against his ribs, threatening to break free. His lungs try to breathe too quickly to make up for lost time, and he loses the air all over again, gasping at nothing.

“Holy shit,” he hears, distantly. A hand comes down on his elbow, and he flails, instinctive. “Okay! Okay. Hook, whoa. Breathe, okay? Just breathe, dude.”

He can’t. Hook grabs at his hoodie and slumps against the wall, and he thinks he might be crying because his face is wet and he’s pretty sure it isn’t raining.

"Hook," the person says again. Closer. Hook can see the vague outline out of the corner of his vision where they've crouched down next to him. Oh: Jack. Hook’s thoughts resurface, beginning to align once more. He sucks in a chest full of air and holds it just to prove he still can.

Then he remembers what prompted the breakdown in reality, the collapse of all the scattered pieces, and buries his head in his hands. Tries to swallow back a sob and isn't really successful. "Fuck. I'm sorry."

"Uh, it's okay," Jack says. "I, uh, don't think that's something you really wanted, in the end."

Hook’s face burns, shameful and horrible. He wipes at his cheeks with his palms.

"So…" Jack shifts, his knees knocking into Hook’s side. "I take it you heard the latest gossip."

"Fuck," Hook repeats, only this time it's punched out of his lungs, ache rippling. It feels like someone caught him right in the sternum. His eyes pinch and water all over again, a second round when he hadn't finished the first. And then, because there isn't enough panic in his blood already, adds,"Please don't tell anyone about this."

"I won't," Jack tells him, with a note of someone faintly insulted that it was even implied. "Do you…want to talk about it?"

"No, Christ." Hook takes a deep breath, then another. The shaking in his arms is slowly diminishing, but the remnants of everything the rumbles freed are still there, floating. Waiting. His gut churns with his mostly-liquid dinner and the hollowing of his core. He's pretty sure the whispered names, the hushed secret, will remain echoing in his ears for days; fuck, his body is reacting as though he just got thrown off the ring and into the fencing.

Jack is quiet for a while. The worst part of all of this, Hook thinks, as he attempts to find anything other than his reality to cling to, is how kind Jack has been through this whole ordeal. Most people probably wouldn't be so understanding when the simple act of kissing them triggers a world-altering anxiety attack. And here he is, sitting next to Hook on the dirty sidewalk as though it doesn't bother him. As though they're still friends.

That word burns: friends.

Hook mashes his palms against his eyes, pressing hard enough to turn everything crimson. "I wanna leave."

"Yeah, me, too." Jack stands up and offers Hook a hand. "You should probably get some sleep."

Hook doesn't think he'll ever find rest again. The outside shifts a little, tilting. He's still too drunk for this. Too drunk to focus, too drunk to ever be able to disguise the rest of his shredded emotions.

"Hey." Jack pats Hook’s shoulder. It isn't horrible–after all, it's the least damning of their touches tonight. "Let's get an Uber back to the hotel."

"Yeah," Hook replies.

Back in his room, he's exhausted in the jittery way that leaves ant trails across his skin, the ghost of caresses his mind has supplied. He's too drunk to sleep, and too gutted to do anything else; he doesn't even turn the light on when he stumbles his way in and slides onto the floor at the foot of the bed. He hates the room. He hates the hotel. He hates absolutely everything.

Nothing can stop him from pulling his phone out now: not common sense, which fled early, nor pride, which absconded at some point when he was trying not to puke all over the curb. He thumbs into the one contact he's refused to open for months, building back all the shields around his heart. They're all gone now, swept away with a single wave. He presses the call button.

He isn't actually sure if he expects the call to be picked up given that it's well after 2 according to the clock on the bedside table, but when there's a soft click and a mumbled "Hello?" pulling several hours of sleep along with it, Hook’s heart stops in his chest. If he picked up, it means he didn't look at the caller ID first.

"Please," Hook says, before the bubble in his throat expands to cut everything else off.

A pause. And then, clearer, sharper, "Hook?"

"Please don't fall in love with him," Hook pleads. His tone is thick, hoarse–he's crying again, because the night hasn't been humiliating enough yet.

"Who?" Danhausen asks. He's awake now; Hook can hear awareness crystallizing in his voice.

"Orange," Hook whispers. It's a betrayal, and he wants to throw up.

There is an audible inhale from the other side. And then, softly: "Danhausen is not in love with anyone else."

It takes awhile for the words to sink in. Hook grabs for his sweatshirt to twist the fabric, knot it tight. "Does that…"

"It's very late," Danhausen says. Gentle. "Hook should get some sleep."

"Please don't fall in love with him, though." Hook needs to hear it. He does. "Please, please just wait."

"I won't," Danhausen promises.

Hook's temples are throbbing. He presses his fingertips to the bridge of his nose, skull trembling against his skin. Whispers, because it's all he can do. "Wait for me?"

Another pause. "Danhausen will wait a lifetime for you."

Hook exhales, and for the first time since the bar, it doesn't threaten to rip him apart. He's light-headed from the loss of adrenaline and cotton-mouthed from the alcohol. He'll sleep like shit, fitful and hardly restful, but maybe, just maybe, he can manage it.

"Hook," comes the murmur against his ear.

"You alone will have the stars as no one else has them," Hook says, low, the only words that he can find in the cobwebs.

It doesn't make sense; he knows. But Danhausen…Danhausen has always been able to understand him.

"Yes," Danhausen agrees, a little hum of affirmation. And then he adds, "Sleep, Hook."

Hook doesn't make it to the bed. He wakes up the next morning with the sunlight streaming in through the curtains he never closed, the rough carpet embedded into his cheek, and his phone displaying a thirty minute call he only remembers five minutes of, because Danhausen kept the line active long after Hook had drifted off.

#Oh ho ho it's dua lipa on repeat #This be some angst shit #Why am I so fond of hook and JB as friends???#The world may never know

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waatched · 9 months

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“If you killed me, would you make it good? Would you make it holy?“

#watch dogs #aiden pearce #watch_dogs #pre watch dogs #defalt #jb markowitz #art #meh i was feeling angst today #plus the fact that ive been revisiting bad blood #missing clara hours #:(#my beloveds.#nobody draws aiden crying so #can we get pearce to actually show emotion pls

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mykoreanlove · 2 months

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GOT7

🖤 JINYOUNG

things that made him run to you // coming back to you // .starved // I wanna know everything, all about you

🖤 JACKSON

on being real // 🥃 realizations // on Kinjaz // daddy fever // acts of intimacy // nightmares // backseat love. // conversations with love // AM hours // you're sick

🖤 JAEBEOM

can I see you tonight?

🖤 YOUNGJAE

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perfectpaperbluebirds · 1 year

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🥶+🌡+🤧 for the Tenbusch family, please!Preferably at big holiday family gathering, though your choice who is sick!

- @fever-comfort

CW: Internalized homophobia.

Title: The Last Christmas

Words: 3311

Prompts:

🥶 shivers

🌡 fevery cuddles

🤧 sick for the holidays

Hello, anon, and sorry this took so long to get out. I was wanting these things to be simple drabbles, but the muse demanded plotty angst intead. I hope you love the Tenbusch's, because this might be more than you bargained for. However, I really really love how it came out, and I love how much depth this adds to the characters. And it is angst with a happy ending, I promise.

As I said above, there is quite a bit of homophobia in this, but it's important to the overall story of this family. But as always, read at your own risk and stay safe.

"I'm really worried about JB. He's getting worse, not better. His fever just keeps climbing."

This was how Thad announced his arrival in the kitchen the morning of Christmas Eve. Theo, Audra, Thalia, and Mrs. Theresa Tenbusch had been sitting around the table eating breakfast, and most of them jumped at his intrusion. Had Thad taken a moment to observe them, he would have seen Thalia wolfing down her food in her haste to escape the room, her face like a storm cloud as the anger and tension from the previous evening continued to linger, while Theo and Audra ate in awkward silence. Thad did not notice any of this however, and didn't bother to greet any of them but instead went right to the medicine cupboard, rummaging around.

"I'm going to give him some Tylenol. I have a bad feeling he picked up something nasty on the way here." The worry in his voice was evident as he sorted through the available collection of medications.

Mrs. Tenbusch set down her spoon with a sigh, dabbing at her mouth daintily before she spoke, choosing her words with care. "Perhaps if your friend is under the weather he should go home. I wouldn't want him to risk getting anyone else sick."

Thad's back stiffened. "And how do you propose he go home when I was the one who drove him here, mother?" he said icily.

"Well surely someone can come and get him and bring him back to his house."

"No. They can't." Thad slammed the cupboard door shut with a snap, turning to level a stare at their mother. "We're five hours away from home. No one could come get him."

"Well I just think if he's so sick then he shouldn't be here. His parents or someone should come get him."

Thad's eyes narrowed to a glare. "Let me make this very clear: If JB leaves, I will be leaving with him."

"Oh but Thaddeus you can't leave! We're going to have a lovely FAMILY Christmas!"

"So JB can leave, but not me. Thank you for explaining so fully," Thad said quietly.

"And what about Audra? If JB should go, shouldn't Audra go as well, for our FAMILY Christmas?" Theo chimed in.

"Oh no no no. Audra IS family," Mrs. Tenbusch said, patting Audra's hand fondly.

Audra quickly pulled her hand away, her face reddening.

Theresa did not acknowledge this. "It's only because Thaddeus's friend is sick. I just don't want him getting anyone else sick."

"And what about Bella?" Thalia said quietly, her knuckles white on the edge of the table.

Mrs. Tenbusch didn't reply, but returned to her cereal, which was all the reply anyone needed. Thad stormed out of the kitchen and stomped upstairs, clutching the Tylenol bottle in a clenched fist.

He slammed the door to his bedroom open a moment later, waking JB from his latest fever nap with a jump. Thad yanked their suitcases over and began throwing all their belongings in willy-nilly.

"We're packing up and leaving, babe. I won't stay under the same roof as that homophobic bitch another minute," Thad spat.

JB struggled to sit up, coughing as he did. "Wait, Thad. Don't do anything you'll regret. I feel like running away isn't the best option here."

His voice was hoarse and strained, nothing like his usual lovely baritone, and Thad couldn't help but go to his side to kiss his hot forehead in sympathy, handing him the Tylenol. "Well what do you suggest?" Thad asked. "She essentially said she doesn't want you and Bella here. Again. I refuse to stay where we're not welcome, Christmas be damned."

JB swallowed a few pills, then leaned his head against Thad's side. "She's still your mother. I would rather you try to reconcile with her this weekend, if nothing else for the sake of the season." Here he had to stop to cough, rubbing his chest. "But more than that, I feel like absolute shit and I don't want to spend five hours in the car on Christmas Eve. There's a warm bed right here, and at this moment that's all I have the capacity to care about."

"Ever the pragmatist," Thad chuckled, which turned into a soft cough of his own.

"Which is one of the reasons you love me," JB murmured around a yawn.

"Keep telling yourself that," Thad said, pressing his lips to the other man's hair. "But if you're really feeling that bad, I guess we can stick it out. As long as I don't have to be in the same room with her for very long."

"Nope. And we'll never come back here again if you don't want to," JB mumbled, drifting toward sleep again.

"Thank gods," Thad said emphatically, which turned into another barking cough.

JB cracked an eye open, frowning. "You better not be getting sick too. Then we'll really be in trouble."

Thad waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry about me." He kicked off his shoes and slid into bed beside his partner, wrapping him in his arms as JB had begun to visibly shiver. "You just worry about getting better."

The pair spent much of the day in bed together napping on and off. Thad only left the room when JB required medications or water. The eldest Tenbusch sibling was only reluctantly coaxed out of the room later that evening by the other two for the most sacred of holiday traditions: the decorating of the family Christmas tree.

Theo and Thalia were waiting with their parents in strained silence when a headachey Thad arrived, scrubbing at his face and yawning, having just woken from another nap.

"Where's Bella and Audra?" Thad rasped, glancing around at the assembled company.

"Bella chose not to join us. She didn't want to interrupt the FAMILY tradition," Thalia said, shooting a glare over to her parents.

"Audra felt the same way," Theo said quietly, staring at the ground.

Theresa smiled, pretending she hadn't heard. "Now that we're all here, we can get started! Thom dear, fetch the angel. Oh I'm so happy we're all together this year!"

The siblings elected not to reply, keeping the peace for the time being. They fell into the familiar rhythm of decorating the tree together, not speaking much. Thad had developed a nasty cough over the course of the day, eerily similar to the one JB had had the night before, and at first everyone tried to ignore that, too. Finally, compassionate Theo couldn't take it any longer.

"Are you okay, Thad? You don't sound so good," he quietly said after Thad had turned away to cough for the dozenth time.

"I've definitely been better," Thad said thickly.

"Oh this is just perfect," Thomas Tenbusch said, throwing his hands in the air. "Now he's gone and gotten Thaddeus sick for the holidays. He shouldn't have come with you."

"Who exactly is 'he'?" Thad asked, turning to level a black stare at his father.

"You know who I mean," Mr. Tenbusch grumbled, jerking his head toward the ceiling. "Him. Upstairs."

"You wouldn't be referring to JB would you? My partner, my boyfriend, the man I'm going to marry someday? Because if you were talking about him, I would hope you would use his name." Thad's voice was deadly quiet, daring his father to continue.

"Don't say that. He's your roommate and nothing more," sniffed Mr. Tenbusch.

"And why exactly shouldn't I say it if it's true?" Thad said.

"Because– because if you're going to marry a man, it would be better if you were never born!"

A shocked silence hung over the room, with everyone frozen in place. Thad glared at his father for a long moment. Then, with slow deliberation, he released the hold on the ornament he was holding, one of their mother's favorite blown glass bulbs, and let it fall to the ground, never breaking his father's gaze. Mrs. Tenbusch gasped as the glass shattered into thousands of shards. Thad then turned and left the room without another word.

He stormed up to his bedroom just as he has that morning. The suitcases were where he'd left them, half packed. He knelt in front of them again and resumed packing, even as tears rolled down his face.

"Thad? Wuz wrong? Wuz happ'ni'g?" JB croaked, startled awake once again.

"We're leaving. Now. I'll get your stuff together for you." A painful, stabbing coughing fit prevented him from elaborating further.

JB slowly sat up, trying to shake off sleep, and thoroughly confused by the sense of deja vu from that morning. "Thought you said we could stay?"

"Not anymore. They made their choice."

The dangerous intensity in Thad's voice told JB there was no point in protesting. The sick man slid to the edge of the bed and carefully stood, gripping the headboard for support during the initial rush of dizziness. Once his head cleared, he slowly began to collect his clothes and pull on extra layers, preparing to go to the car without question. Thad shot him a grateful look, but didn't slow, trying to pack as quickly as possible.

Just as the pair was almost finished with their preparations, Theo, Audra, Thalia and Bella appeared in the doorway of their bedroom. Thad forced himself to look at them, tears still streaming down his face. Thalia pushed past the others and ran to him, falling to her knees and crushing him into a hug, her own tears starting to flow. Thad hugged her back just as fiercely.

"Jesus, Thad, you're a furnace right now," she laughed through her tears as he buried his face in her neck.

"I know, I'm sorry. You should probably be keeping your distance, Lee. I'm gonna get you sick," he mumbled, half-heatedly pulling away.

"Like I give a f*ck," she shot back, hugging him all the tighter.

"I'm so sorry, Thad," Theo said softly. "I'm so sorry they said that."

"You're not the one who needs to apologize. And even if they apologized, I wouldn't forgive them." He gently pulled away from Thalia and stood with a chesty cough, hefting both suitcases with a glance at JB, who sat huddled on the foot of the bed in a feverish daze. "We're leaving right now, and we're never coming back. We'll drive home through the night. JB is too sick to be anywhere besides home."

"I don't know if you should be leaving right now with how feverish you look, though," Theo said hesitantly. "Are you sure your mind is clear–"

"Bella and I are leaving right now, too," Thalia said sharply.

"We're ALL leaving right now," Audra cut in, leveling a glare at her husband before turning back to Thad. "You're our brother. And they've proved that they no longer want to be your parents. So we're sticking with you."

Thad's eyes filled with tears again. "That's not necessary–"

"Yes, it is," Audra interrupted. "They made their choice. We're ALL leaving tonight."

Her unknowingly repeating Thad's own words convinced Thad that they meant what they said. Thad heaved a tiny sigh. "Okay. If you're sure."

"... We'll just need a few minutes to pack, then," Theo said with a small sigh. "Would you be okay waiting until we're all ready to leave? That way we can stay mostly together."

Thad nodded. "It'll take us a few minutes to get settled anyway. We'll wait." He turned again to his sick partner. "Sit there for a bit, love, while I get the car warm for you. I'll be right back to help you downstairs."

JB nodded, arms clenched around himself as he coughed and shivered miserably.

Thad stepped past everyone carefully, still carrying both suitcases. As he emerged from the dim bedroom into the light of the hallway, Audra surveyed him and frowned at what she saw.

"Are you really sure you're okay to drive, Thad? I can see you shaking."

Thad tried to smile. " Don't worry about me. I already slept most of the day. I'll be fine."

Theo and Audra gave each other a quick look as he turned away, but let it rest for the time being.

True to their word, the others immediately began to pack as Thad loaded up the car and got JB settled in the backseat, bundled under three blankets. He didn't see his parents as he went in and out. He heard them in the living room, apparently still decorating the tree.

In no time the others also began to emerge from the house and load up their cars. Once they were ready, Thalia and Theo went to Thad's window. He rolled it down, coughing harshly at the breath of cold, dry air.

"Do we want to meet at our usual gas station just outside Chicago to regroup in case we get separated?" Theo asked.

Thad raised an eyebrow. "I didn't realize we were staying in a group.

"Why wouldn't we? We're all going to roughly the same place," Theo said.

"I mean not really. But okay, if that's what you want to do," Thad said, too tired and crummy-feeling to argue.

"Good. Rendezvous there in about three hours, then."

"Over and out," Thalia said, turning on her heel and getting into Bella's car. The pair started off immediately.

Theo lingered a moment longer. "You're sure you're able to drive all night? I'm really worried about how tired you're looking."

"I'll be fine. I've driven further feeling worse. We'll get there. I'll get a hotel if it's too much, I promise."

"You better," Theo said, stepping away from the car at last.

With a firm nod, Thad rolled up the window and put the car into drive, rolling out of the driveway of his childhood home without a backward glance, though he couldn't keep a few last stray tears from falling.

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Around midnight, the trio of cars arrived at their predetermined meeting place to fill up, stretch their legs, and regroup. Thad pulled up next to a gas pump and staggered out of the car in a weary haze, struggling to get the gas pumping due to the shaking in his hands. JB didn't stir when they stopped, and remained sleeping against the car door, his fever-hot face making a halo of condensation on the window.

Lost in his own misery, Thad jumped in surprise when Theo and Audra appeared at his side.

"How are you holding up?" Audra asked tenderly.

Thad shrugged. "I'm surviving." The nasty cough that followed his statement belied it however, as did the wracking shudder that followed the cough. Seeing all this transpire, Theo and Audra exchanged a brief nod, then Theo intervened. He grasped the pump handle and forced his brother to relinquish his grip on it.

"Get back in the car, Thad. I'm driving you guys the rest of the way," said the professor gently, zipping his coat up higher against the cold night air. "You're in no state to do anything except sleep."

Thad sputtered in protest. "I'm– I'm okay. I can drive. You don't have to… you should stay with Audra."

"Audra is perfectly capable of driving the last few hours on her own."

"I prefer driving on my own if I'm being honest," she laughed. "Then I can listen to MY music. Besides, I'm not the one running a fever."

Thad still hesitated, though exhaustion was clear in every inch of his frame. "You of all people shouldn't be driving us, Theo. You're going to get sick."

"I was probably going to anyway after you coughed all over everyone while we decorated the tree. Might as well speed up the process. The sooner I get it, the sooner I get over it."

Thad shook his head, a tiny smile creeping across his face. "You're an idiot. But I don't know what I'd do without you." He gave his brother an awkward, one-armed hug, then shuffled to the back door opposite of JB, climbing in and immediately cuddling against his partner, heaping blankets over both of them. JB stirred with a soft whimper but didn't wake. Soon Thad was snoring against him.

The pair didn't move from their pile of fevery cuddles for the rest of the trip. In fact, they had to be shaken awake when Theo pulled into the driveway of their condo, closely followed by Audra and Thalia and Bella. Thad was quite disoriented upon waking up to find everyone in his driveway, unloading bags and talking and laughing merrily.

"What's goin' on?" he croaked, trying to rub the sleep from his eyes. "Why is everyone here?"

"You didn't think we were going to just drop you off and leave, did you?" Theo asked, popping the truck and unbuckling his seatbelt with a yawn and a stretch. "It's still Christmas and we're still family. We're gonna spend today and the rest of the weekend together, just like we planned."

Thad ran a hand through his hair wearily. "We don't have any food or anything, though," he mumbled. "We didn't even decorate. And there's not enough guest rooms–"

"Thad. It doesn't matter. We're going to make it a great Christmas no matter what."

Thad could only reply with an exhausted smile before Theo hopped out of the car, coughing in the dry air, and began to unload his brothers' bags.

The next hour or so was rather chaotic as the six of them got themselves and all their bags into the small condo and decided what to do for food and sleeping space. Since he hadn't had any medicine in hours, poor JB was too feverish to be of much help, groggy and sluggish as he was. They found him medicine right away and got him set up on the couch with plenty of blankets, where he tried to be helpful by feebly directing traffic, though he dozed off immediately anytime there was a moment of silence.

After weighing the pros and cons of all the options for sleeping arrangements, it was decided that they would have a giant sibling sleepover in the living room, at least for the first night. They pooled together every blanket and pillow they could find, changed into pajamas, made hot chocolate and popcorn, put on a Christmas movie, and settled in for the night. JB and Thad claimed the couch while the remaining four spread out on the floor cheerfully. They didn't talk much beyond coordinating everything, but they didn't need to. Everyone was exhausted or sick or emotionally wrung out or all of the above, so no one minded the lack of conversation.

Though he was physically miserable, Thad couldn't help but smile as he looked at the faces surrounding him in the candlelit room. JB sleeping in his arms, roastingly warm the touch, yet somehow still shivering; Theo propped up against the couch, already coughing and sniffling more than Thad liked and Audra leaning against her husband's shoulder and rubbing his back; Thalia and Bella reclining against a stack of pillows, their limbs tangled around each other. This was it. These were his people. Tonight clearly marked the end of one era of their lives and the beginning of another. He knew they would always think of this as the last Christmas, for better or for worse.

And for better or for worse, the lovely weirdos surrounding him had chosen to stick with him, to have his back. Gratitude was too small a word for what he was feeling. Whatever else happened going forward, he still had a family. Tonight, that was all that mattered.

Thad shifted JB slightly so his arm was less pinched, sighing in contentment. They would be sick for Christmas Day, and before the weekend was out, they probably wouldn't be the only ones sick, yet he realized that didn't matter much this year. It had still started off so far to be one of the best Christmases ever.

#cottageversity AU #thad and jb #theo and audra #thalia #cw homophobia #angst with a happy ending #plotty stuff #I really hope you guys like this. It wasn't what I expected #but it was what I needed

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3raaaachachacha · 2 years

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Im Jaebeom x female reader / 503 words / angst / fluff

Warnings: cursing, miscommunication, mentions of anxiety

66. “I’m never leaving…I promise.”

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It was late, but you were hoping your boyfriend would return home soon. He had moved companies to finally create the music he wanted without being constantly criticized for his unique taste. It was one of the happiest you had ever seen Jaebeom, even though he would be parting from the boys for a bit to create music alone, he knew it would be worth it and you would be there to support him until they returned.

You opened Twitter to see a shocking headline, ‘GOT7’s JB seen at the airport to move to the US after signing with Universal Records’. You felt your body begin to shake with anxiety. It had been a few days since you last saw Jaebeom since he was at the company making music, but you never once thought he would leave for the States without telling you? You jumped up from your shared bed, grabbing your jacket and purse and running out the door. You looked like a mess yet you could care less. You knew he had signed with Universal Records after leaving JYP, but moving to another continent? He wouldn’t, not without telling you.

You tried calling him over and over again, only to be met by his answering tone each time, “What the fuck is going on JB?” You quickly made your way into this company building, scanning your pass before moving towards the elevator to find which room he was in, hoping to god he actually wasn’t at the airport.

“Jaebeom! JB! Where are you?” You cried, feeling the hot tears rolling down your pink cheeks, “Baby, where are you? Please tell me you didn’t actually leave,” You continued to sob as you fell to the ground in the hallway.

You heard a door open before a pair of hands were placed on your back and then wrapped around you, “Y/N? Y/N, what are you doing here? It’s so late. Are you okay? Why are you crying baby?” You lifted your head to see your boyfriend staring down at you with panic in his eyes as he examined your face to make sure you weren’t hurt.

You threw yourself into his chest, tightly holding onto him as if he was to leave and never come back, “Please don’t leave! I saw the headline of you leaving to the States and you didn’t answer my calls.”

“Baby, I’m so sorry,” He hugged you even tighter, wanting to show you how sorry he was, “That was a rumor the media outlets made up since I was at the airport recently to get a new passport for when we go and visit Mark next. I wouldn’t just leave like that, especially without telling you,” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as you sniffled up at him.

“Please never leave me. I’ve never been so scared in my life,” You tried your best not to cry anymore.

Jaebeom smiled down at you before placing a piece of your hair behind your ear, “I’m never leaving…I promise.”

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judeisbae · 5 months

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for anyone who's sent any requests I promise I will get to them I'm just having the worst writers block rn omg. so sorry tho cus I try to be consistent. ill post updates thooo, I've started on a couple of the requests, there's a lot tho 😭

#bellingham #jude #jude bellingham #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham smut #fanfic #imagines #jb5 #rma #real madrid #jb smut #smut #fluff #jude bellingham fluff #angst #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham angst

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dontbekoifish · 2 years

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The Sky Prince (1/3)

Pairing: Duffi!Jaebeom x f!reader (future chapters), slight Muska!Jinyoung x f!reader

Genre: Angst, some fluff

Warnings: Mentions of bullying, death, violence, mentions of murder, injuries, toxic relationships (chapter specific)

Word count: 3684 (chapter specific)

Summary: Maybe Jinyoung was a little mean to you, but you think it gives him personality. You kind of like it. But he leaves you all alone. Until one fateful day, where your whole life turns upside down.

Movie: Castle in the Sky

Fandom: GOT7

This was written for the 2021 Ghibli Collab by @toikiii. It’s a long time overdue, so I’m sorry about that. But this will be finished by October, in a three-parter. I hope you enjoy the first part. :)

Jinyoung insisted he’s some sort of prince. You would’ve found it annoying if it was any other kid in the village, but you didn’t mind it from him. He had dreams and aspirations, and who were you to judge him? You would sit with him under the big oak tree in the orphanage’s yard and listen to his stories and tales. The other kids would call you both weird, but you didn’t mind. It wasn’t like they were any more mature.

As the oldest two of the orphans, Jinyoung being only a few months older than you, you and he often had a lot more free time. Honestly, you didn’t know why you both had to stay. Well, kind of. You weren’t able to leave until someone offered to marry you, as you were a young woman with no family. Such was how the village worked. But Jinyoung, you didn’t know what was stopping him.

Deep inside you wished he was waiting until he was old enough to marry at twenty and then he would engage you, but you know it wasn’t that. He didn’t really like you. He only put up with you because you believed his tall tales. You could see it in his eyes. When you two were stuck doing chores any other day, he would look at you with such animosity. But when you sat at the tree, he smiled at you.

That was why you would listen. Any sort of appreciation he looked at you with, you relished. Even if it was only thankfulness at your willingness to hear his stories.

But one day, when you were waiting at the tree, Jinyoung was slow. A lot slower than usual. Usually, he was right behind you, eager to tell tales.

“Jinyoungie,” you called out, watching his head lift, “why so slow today?” You ran back down the hill to meet him halfway.

Jinyoung looked at you, eyes dead, and your brows furrowed. “(Y/N).”

“Jinyoungie? What’s wrong?” You reached out, hands fisting in his cotton shirt sleeve. “Why do you look so mad?”

“I have a family.” What? “I have family,” Jinyoung repeated as if he read the look on your face.

Your lips pulled down into a frown, feeling a burn behind your eyeballs. You don’t want to cry, but you might. Having family means he would leave, and you’d be stuck here by yourself. “But I don’t want you to go,” you whined, the words coming out more choked than you’d like.

Jinyoung rolled his eyes. “Well, I have a family. I want to find them. They’re the key to reclaiming my position as prince. You remember, you have to. All those things I told you. And the gift, remember it?”

You nodded, letting go of him and shoving your hand in your pocket and bringing out the book he gave you. It was an odd show of affection, but it had been your fourteenth birthday and Jinyoung had found you crying in the closet because the other kids had pulled your hair and called you names. It was filled with drawings and notes upon drawings and notes of these bodies Jinyoung called robots. It was a little weird but you still loved it.

“Well, it’s important. And you gotta keep it safe.” Jinyoung assured you, and you nodded again. “Look, I’m being serious.” He had such a look of determination on his face for an eighteen-year-old, you suddenly felt small in comparison.

You sighed heavily. There would be no stopping him. Jinyoung took your silence as assent and he turned around to leave. “Wait, Jinyoung,” you said again, and Jinyoung turned back. “You know, I like you a lot.”

Jinyoung smiled slightly, a rare occurrence. “I know.” His hand lifted and planted itself on the top of your hair. “Thanks for listening to me.” He leaned in and your breath hitched as his full lips planted itself on your cheek.

You couldn’t move, not even when Jinyoung pulled back and offered you a wide grin before heading back down the hill. You stayed up on the hill ‘til evening when the mistress of the orphanage called for you, and when you headed to bed without even having dinner, the other kids laughed at you. But you didn’t care.

He kissed you. Even if it was just on the cheek, and you’re probably never going to see him again, he kissed you. He likes you back. Maybe he’ll come back and marry you when the time comes. You clutched the little book close as you fell asleep. Jinyoung will return, you could feel it. You knew it.

And he did return, just not in the way you expected.

You had just turned twenty-one and from in the closet of where you hid, you could hear shouts and cries. This was not how you had wanted your birthday to go. When the morning of had come you were waiting anxiously in the early morning at the gates of the orphanage as you had done for the past two years on your birthday, hoping Jinyoung would come.

But strange men in suits had come instead, telling you to go fetch the mistress, and you had gone to her. You had thought maybe they had come to get one of the boys, so you waited inside for them to leave so that you could come to the gates again. They talked with the mistress and it seemed they had reached a conclusion, so you thought they might leave. But they didn’t leave.

They pulled out a gun and shot the mistress right in the face.

The kids watching at the door and outside screamed, but you couldn’t go out and save them. You didn’t have time before more men swarmed the courtyard, grabbing the kids and shoving them down before pulling out their guns. You couldn’t look.

The kids inside were still here and you needed to help them. The mistress would be angry if you didn’t.

You shoved the children inside closets, under cupboards, in wardrobes, anywhere they would fit. Only then when they were all hidden and you could see the big oak door entrance start to shake violently did you run.

You found yourself in the boy’s side of the orphanage, in Jinyoung’s old room. What a sick irony. But you had no time to wait, the clamor was getting closer. You shoved your way inside his wardrobe, thick shirts from the kids who replaced him over and over getting in your way. But it was dark and it felt safer than under the bed.

It wasn’t safe enough, though. The closet door opened and you were yanked out so hard you thought your bone might pop out of your shoulder. The men had found you.

“We found another one!” One of the three men in the room poked his head out the door and called to someone. “It might be the one you’re looking for, sir! She looks like it!”

You struggled, but it’s no use. The men are too strong and one of them backhanded you, the gun he held slamming into your jaw. You cried out from the sharp pain, but they just hit you again. “Shut up,” the man gripping you hissed, “you’re only making this harder on yourself, little girl.”

You clenched your eyes shut, waiting, waiting for pain or death, when footsteps entered the room and a familiar voice was heard. “(Y/N).”

Your eyes flitted open. “Jinyoung?” you ask in a hoarse, broken voice. “What– what are you doing here?”

Jinyoung, now twenty-one, smiles at you but there is nothing positive in his eyes. Just cold, hard, greed. “(Y/N),” he repeats, “you’ve grown up well. Happy birthday.”

Your eyes welled up, unsure whether to be happy he remembered or disgusted he did this. This was not the determined eighteen-year-old boy you knew all those years ago. “Jinyoung?” you repeated again, voice cracking. Jinyoung smiled a little wider, taking a step closer. “Why are you here?”

“(Y/N),” he tsked, “don’t be so sad. This orphanage never did anyone any good. They keep you here to be married off, and when they don’t get you married off, they keep you for free labor. Tell me, how long have you been here? Six years? More? So why haven’t you left? You had all the chances you could.”

You didn’t even know how to respond, only weakly saying his name once more. Jinyoung rolled his eyes and sneered. “Stop calling me like a child who just learnt their parents’ names. Look, I’ll just cut to the chase. Give me the notebook.”

You blinked up at him. “Notebook?” Jinyoung hissed through his teeth, stepping closer and grabbing your jaw with his hand. He wrenches your chin up and you can feel your neck strain as you’re forced to meet his eyes.

“The damn notebook, (Y/N). God, you’re so fucking stupid. The notebook. I entrusted. To you.” Your eyes shook looking up at Jinyoung. He was unhinged, so, so angry, and you hated him.

“It’s in my room,” you croaked out, and Jinyoung slipped into an easygoing smile with a bat of an eye.

“Good girl,” he crooned, and you felt sick. “Now, take us to it and I’ll let you go.”

You stood shakily, legs weak. How did this happen? You wanted to cry but you were so damn scared. When you stepped out in the hallway, you almost collapsed again. Bodies of the employees and the children here littered the hallway and it was only the grip of one of the men that kept you upright.

Jinyoung tsked again, hand moving to your shoulder where he dug his fingers in uncomfortably. “Stand up straight, (Y/N). Hasn’t the orphanage taught you anything? I could just kill you right now and find the notebook myself.”

You couldn’t respond, eyes trained on the wall in front of you. You could not look down. You must not. If you looked, you fear you would kill yourself. You lead them silently through the hallways until you stop at your room next to the headmistress’s. You unlocked the door with shaking hands, and you could feel your heart cry at the sight before you.

The children who were hiding under your bed were strewn across the floor, blank, dead eyes looking up at the ceiling. You could barely move, and Jinyoung sighed at your almost-catatonic state. “Go on, (Y/N),” he said with barely concealed impatience. “Go get me the notebook.”

It’s only when the other man shoved you did you stumble toward your pillow, feet heavy and tripping over the bodies strewn across the floor. The notebook– it was inside your pillowcase and you drew it out quietly.

When you turned around with the small, worn notebook in your hands, Jinyoung’s eyes lit up. He leaned forward and basically grabbed it, flipping through it fervently with a sick, twisted smile on his face. “Finally,” he breathed, “finally.”

He stood there for an almost uncomfortably long amount of time, flipping through before landing and staring at a page. With a sinking feeling in your gut, you knew which part it was. After a few minutes, Jinyoung finally turned to the men standing right at the door. “Leave us,” he commanded, and despite their obvious uncomfortableness with the command, they left you two in the room alone.

Jinyoung stared at you for a moment before thrusting the notebook at you, opening to the page you had dreaded. “Read,” he commanded again.

“Why?” you asked, but Jinyoung shook his head and you cleared your throat slightly before reading aloud what you had written. The journal entries you added once a year on your birthday until today. “Entry one. Jinyoung is gone, am I happy about it? No, but maybe he’ll come back.” The words were choked, and Jinyoung tsked again.

“Clearer.” You coughed lightly, eyes quavering with unshed tears.

“I want him to return and marry me. I want to smile at his side. I miss Jinyoung. It’s only been a few hours but I want to hear his stories again. He’s a sky prince. Will he return? I must believe he shall, for if he won’t I know that butcher from the village will ask me to be his. I don’t like him that much, he gets mad when I’m dreaming about things that are out of my reach”—the first tear slipped down your face and you quickly scrubbed it away with your palm—“but I’m sure Jinyoung will return.

“He has to,” you continued with your resolve weakening and more tears falling down your face, “because I love him. In all those children’s books, they say love trumps all. I want Jinyoung to come and yell at the kids teasing me like he used to. I just want him back.”

Jinyoung sighed, hands coming out and cupping your face in his big hands. You flinched but Jinyoung paid no mind, thumbs gently brushing the tears away. How could he? How could he come here and kill all the people you cared for and then just treat you so softly? “Continue,” he ordered once more, but his voice was a lot quieter.

“Entry two. Jinyoung isn’t back, but I’ll wait until next year. I’ll be old enough to marry then, and he’ll come and take me away. The butcher is getting impatient. He keeps coming to talk to the headmistress about me, and I’m never allowed to listen in. Where is Jinyoung? Even though he was a little mean to me, he still made sure I was all right. After all, I was the only one who listened to him. Why can’t he come to visit?

“Entry three.” Jinyoung’s hands were still on your face and you refused to lift your eyes from the book. You don’t think you could look at him after what he had done. “The butcher asked me to marry him. I said no and he hit me.” You could feel Jinyoung tense, fingers pressing into the hollows of your cheeks slightly. “The headmistress was angry with him, but he still waits at the gates sometimes to look for me. I try not to go out anymore. Where’s Jiny-”

“Stop,” Jinyoung hissed, hands dropping from your face and grabbing the book back. “Don’t read it anymore. Instead, tell me.” His voice shakes almost imperceptibly as if he’s trying not to become the eighteen-year-old he once was. “Why did you write in it?”

Your lips tightened, you still refused to lift your head to look at Jinyoung. “I missed you. I was young, lonely, and I loved you.” Jinyoung’s hand grabbed your jaw again, forcing you to meet his eyes. They still didn’t show any affection for you, but you’re rather glad about that. If he looked at you with love you might have forgiven him.

“Do you still?” The question made your lips quirk up. How could he ask you this now? Your eyes shifted to the side; you could hardly stand to look at his cold eyes.

“Maybe under different circumstances, I would.” The answer was enough for Jinyoung and he dropped his hand once more. He turns away, but you can’t help but ask him one more question. “Why didn’t you kill me?”

Jinyoung looked back at you, something akin to pity flashing across his stony face, and he stepped closer again, leaning closer. You flinch back but his hands dart out again, holding you still as he presses his lips to yours. Unlike the first kiss you had received from him, your heart didn’t beat in excitement, only in fear and disgust. There was no feeling as if Jinyoung was only trying to see if he would feel any different.

He lets you go after a moment, pulling back with an unreadable expression on his face. “Maybe if I stayed here, I would’ve married you. But I had left and I only knew you as the girl for whom I owed a favor. I suppose it was some sort of wishful thinking. Never will happen again, probably.” Your heart dropped.

If he stayed, this never would’ve happened. He would have been yours. But he’s unrecognizable now. Greedy, evil, you hate him. Jinyoung laughed at the expression on your face. “Don’t look like that, (Y/N). Be glad I kept you alive. And don’t worry about the butcher anymore.”

You didn’t move, almost in a sort of parody from when he first told you he was leaving. You didn’t move until long after he left the room and the sun was rising to its position in the middle of the sky. Only then did you have the courage to move. The bodies were still strewn across the grounds and you couldn’t help but cry for each and every one of them.

Fifteen kids, you remembered the count. Fifteen kids and all of them dead. Fifteen children and their mistress, the workers, all dead. Only you were alive and you didn’t want it. The village was just as quiet, when you had left the gates of the orphanage no one came out.

But when you approached the center, one lone woman came out, eyes burning with hatred and tears. It was the butcher’s sister. “You killed him,” she cried shakily, a finger pointing at you accusingly. “You sent that man to kill him.”

You can barely hear her, your own heartbeat thrumming in your ears. But the words struck you. “He– Jinyoung? He killed–” She nodded angrily once more.

“He came, saying he was doing a favor for you, and shot him point blank. You told him to,” she screeched, and you flinched. She took an angry step towards you, and you took one back.

“I didn’t– No, of course I–” you pleaded, “I didn’t know– He didn’t tell me, I told him nothing.” The sister shrieks, in fury or anguish, you don’t know, and lunges at you. She doesn’t get far when someone else runs out and holds her back. You recognize him too, the son of the village elder. His name escaped you at the moment, and it would only be years later, when you tell the story to your grandchildren, that his name was Jackson.

He sighed, shaking his head at you. “I don’t think you caused this,” he started to say slowly, “but I don’t think the village will believe you. I cannot save you from their wrath. You need to leave now. I can give you time until sundown, but leave.” His face tightened at your expression; you didn’t know what face you’re making.

You didn’t even have time to register when he pulled the sister back inside and left you standing out there in the open. Only then did you realize that while the town yard was empty, eyes were staring at you through the windows and the doors. He was right, they blamed you. Who else, when all the others in the orphanage were dead? Maybe Jinyoung thought he was doing you a favor in some twisted way, but his life wasn’t the one upended, it was yours.

You ran all the way back home in a fit of panic, pulling out the lone suitcase you had and shoving everything you can into it. Maybe if you had paused for a moment, you would have changed your mind because you certainly wanted to die after seeing what you saw. But this wasn’t the way you wanted to go. Maybe you didn’t deserve it, but you wanted to live.

Walking out of the town after spending almost all of your life in it was strange. You didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, you were happy you were gone from this hellhole, but on the other, you hated yourself for causing the death of someone. Why would Jinyoung do this? That was the lone question on your mind. Did he cause all this just for the damn notebook?

Your heart ran cold thinking about Jinyoung. What happened to him? Sure, when he still lived at the orphanage was cold-hearted and often just flat-out mean, but he still had some sense of morality. But not he just went on a rampage, killing every child in the orphanage because of what reason? It couldn’t have been spite.

What changed him? You shivered, remembering his cold eyes as they looked at you like you were just another person in his way. And maybe you were. But then, why would he kill the butcher? A favor? In return for keeping care of his notebook?

You shivered again, not up and down your spine, but from the cold. It was November, not quite winter yet but it certainly felt like it. The orphanage was always warm in the winter so you hadn’t the need for coats, but now you regretted it. With only a worn shawl around your shoulders, you were uncomfortable in the bitter wind.

If you died from the cold now, you wouldn’t be opposed. You had been walking for hours; night had settled over the trees and the temperature dropped by the minute. Death seemed like a good option, and maybe it would give you peace of mind about Jinyoung.

You may not be given peace of mind, but your brain did stop thinking about Jinyoung when your ankle rolled and you started falling down the steep hill you had been so carefully walking along the edge of. Sharp rocks bruised and scraped your body as you tumbled down what seems to be everlasting.

Only when you slammed into the side of what seems to be a stone wall did you come to a halt. You could hardly move, aching all over and your eyes fluttered shut. Everything hurt and you just wanted to die. You could hear a lantern jangle but you didn’t even have the energy to call out for who it was. You only feebly curled into yourself and let the pain overcome you and turn everything muddy, and then to black.

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