#remember when i chased you with a frying pan

[deathmetalunicorn1]

OMGGGG SO I remember ur fic abt Beel where Satan took over his body and he thought he killed his wife but it turns out he (Satan) only wants to seduce you and nothing more HELP I don't remember the details anymore but I want an alternative one for that.

How abt the reader is like... She didn't know abt Beel and this Satan thingy so when Satan took over Beel's body, she thought Beel is just trippin 😭 or something like that lmaooo (forgive my poor english plz)

-It was a little odd, seeing you husband sauntering towards you while you had been baking in the kitchen, an unusual look in his eyes, one you didn’t recognize as he called out, “My lovely wife~”

-One eyebrow lifted, unsure if he had huffed too many fumes during his research again, halting his chance to embrace you as you stretched out your hand, your index finger poking his forehead, “Hold on there mister- what have you been researching? You seem kind of…off.”

-Satan silently cursed your observation skills, but he had to keep this façade going if he was going to get what he wanted~

-He had been watching you for quite some time now, you were a desirable woman- powerful, beautiful, kind, and just so loving. Watching Beelzebub keeping you all to himself made Satan feel a little jealous. So, he took over, wanting to share you, just for a bit.

-There was something wrong, Beelzebub usually wasn’t this whiney, as he tried to embrace you, begging you to let him hold you. He only got like this after a long passionate night, which you adored as you got to dote on him.

-He leapt at you, stunning you as you quickly dodged, “Bee! What has gotten into you?!” he smirked, sending you a wink, “Nothing’s gotten into me, but I would love to get into you.”

-You immediately knew this wasn’t your husband as he couldn’t flirt to save his life! Bee always told you straight up on how beautiful you were, or what he wanted to do with you.

-It had been embarrassing, seeing him being so blunt, but as you grew used to it, you knew that was how he was being romantic.

-You grabbed his arm as he charged again, easily throwing him over your shoulder in a textbook judo throw, glaring down at him, “Who are you? You look like by husband, but you’re not him!”

-Satan scrambled to his feet, panicking, “Y/N- of course it’s me!” your eyes narrowed, needing to confirm something, “When’s my birthday?”

-He couldn’t answer, stammering out and you grabbed your frying pan, fully ready to knock his socks off, “I won’t ask you again, who are you?”

-Satan quickly told you the truth and you did calm, just for a moment, as you remember Bee being super cautious when you first started dating him, as he didn’t want to hurt you.

-You looked at this person who looked like your husband, “So if you’re controlling his body, what do you want?” his eyes turned into stars, leaping up at you again, “You!!”

-You shrieked out in fear, ducking his grasp, “No! You’re not my husband! You may be controlling his body, but you are not him and I’m not going to cheat on him!”

-He looked almost crazed, enjoying the chase, his eyes bright with delight as he chased you around the kitchen.

-He finally lunged for you again, which is what you had been waiting for before you swung your frying pan and hit him on the back of his head, El Kabong style!

-Once you knew he was unconscious, you dragged his body to the bedroom you shared with your husband and pulled the blankets and pillows off, lying them on the floor before putting him on top and you ran out.

-Until you Bee was back, the frying pan wasn’t going to leave your hands, as you wouldn’t hesitate to attack him again!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror beelzebub

[sadie-bug345]

could you write either hcs for the gang getting their wisdom teeth removed, or a mini one shot fic of soda after he gets his out? <3

(I love ur blog btw)

yesssss OML i love you sm🫶‼️

ponyboy:

just so wacky istg

lowk thinks he’s in a book so starts talking in the third person and narrating everything that’s happening

darry struggles to get him back in the car after the appt but once they finally get back home pony stumbles through the door

”ponyboy feels peaceful as he walks through his humble abode” yells pony while darry chases after him

dally is chillin on the couch and pony sits RIGHT next to him

”dally has an elfish face and is anything but handsome, idk what cherry saw in him” and dals just like🧍‍♀️

he refrains from “knocking his block off” just cause he knows he’s on anesthesia

johnny:

pretty quiet afterwards ngl

but he’s just in awe of absolutely everything

😲 24/7

he just has his jack skellington moment like “what’s this? what’s this?”

by the end of the couple hours everyone’s just so done 💀

but no one takes it out on him cause i mean it’s johnny

who could be rude to that face🤨

people try and baby him a bit and he’s just like

”lay OFFA me🙄”

sodapop:

similar to johnny he just asks SO many questions

but it’s just “why” OVER AND OVER

ISTG ITS CRAZY

just so goofy

darry and steve are riding from the dentist with him in the car and darry gotta stop for gas

so sodas like “why”

and then steve goes off abt car mechanics and how car engines work and everything

so sodas like “why”

steve’s just like “uhhh cause that’s how the world works”

so sodas like “why”

and steve goes into an existential crisis and darry’s just like “cmon soda we gotta get you home”

darry:

this is bouta be so chaotic i’m sorry😭

cause he had a group talk abt who he wants taking care of him when he’s on the anesthetic

can’t be two bit cause hed just goof off, dally would commit three felonies and one war crime in the space of an hour without the threat of darry punching his skull in, steve just goes along with soda and hypes soda to do dumb shit, pony can’t even drive, so johnny is the only remotely responsible one

and dally chooses to invite himself along🙄

dally drives darry home after flirting with a girl waiting in the doctors office. she’s kinda crying and he’s like “what’sa matter baby😏”

and she’s like “i just got diagnosed with crippling anxiety” or smth (i know people get their wisdom teeth out at an oral surgeon/ dentist office but ITS JUST FOR THE JOKE)

and dal is OUTTA THERE

johnny sits with darry in the backseat and darry just kinda lets loose on the both of them

like “dally, yk you’ll never amount to anything at this rate right?😀” and “johnny, do ya think your troubled home life will affect the way you’ll live as an adult for decades to come?”

dally:

flirting way too much with literally everyone

”i may not be able to feel anything in my mouth but YOU sure will tonight 😏”

and two-bit is just standing like 🧍‍♀️

EWEWEW i’m actually throwing up that made me cringe sm but it’s funny so idc

the whole gang is there cause they gotta make sure dally doesn’t run away and become a drug lord overnight

pony buys him an ice cream cone and he just breaks down crying like

”this…this is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done to me 🥹” and it’s probably true

two-bit:

making the MOST non-sensical jokes ever

he’s just talking the ear off this old lady nurse like

”and THEN a poodle walks into the bar holding a *wheeze* a frying pan‼️”

BUT two-bits delivery is so on point that it’s actually funny cause no one expects it

just the epitome of wacky

tries to jump out of the car while they’re driving

he thinks it’s the funniest thing ever when everyone freaks out

in general just thinks everything is so funny

dally will make his usual threats to anyone in the car and two-bit will be like

”remember when dally threw up at the christmas party we had cause ponyboy bet he couldn’t drink a gallon of eggnog in two minutes💀‼️”

and dally just sits there silently for the rest of the car ride

steve:

actually thinks he’s invincible

SPRINTS and parkours his way through the doctors office

two and dal are just egging him on

sodas dying

sticks his head out the car window

TOTALLY passes out once they get home

lowk just keeps sleeping everyone thinks he died cause it’s been 12 hours since the appointment and he’s just out of it

TYSM for requesting @obsessedwithyouxx‼️

and my inbox is always open!!

#the outsiders #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #darry curtis #the outsiders sodapop #steve randle #two bit mathews #matt dillon #sodapop curtis

[mghfinch]

Prove your love • Monster trio

Pairing: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji x fem! reader

Warning: fluff, wounds.

English is not my first language so let me know if something is wrong!

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LUFFY

Although you are used to seeing the captain of the straw hats without taking almost anything seriously and flying from idea to idea, if you really start to mistrust his love for you, he will not hesitate to fix it.

He started to notice when you didn't give him roast beef anymore.

The boy is really not one for details or gifts so he will surely ask Nami or Robin for help, Nami scolding him will surely hit him on the head for being careless with you and for him to find a way on his own, Robin tells him the same, since something that comes out of it will be the best.

Hours go by and you can't help but see your captain practically going crazy all over the ship in search of answers.

And stopping to eat from time to time.

You decide that enough is enough, you don't want him to keep losing his mind over a slip like this, and you stop him by reassuring him that everything is okay, he's long past the test.

SANJI

Forgive me to say that it is already EXTREMELY RARE that this man has neglected himself, he will love with all his being everything that has to do with you, it will be learned from the date you met to your zodiac sign, in fact it is even probable that if you met "has neglected" is because he was absorbed in his mind looking for something to prove his love to you.

Indeed it was, when you were on the deck of the ship calmly reading the latest news that had arrived in the newspaper, one calm day, when out of nowhere a great sound came from the door leading to the kitchen.

"LUFFYYY!" Sanji was chasing the captain with a frying pan in one hand and a lighter in the other. "STOP EATING MY LOVE FOR y/n!"

ZORO

This time he is the one who takes the prize of the situation, he is not the one to remember dates or special words with you, he is more a person who shows his affection through his company or acts of protection but this time it was different.

You were on a small island that you had found to replenish provisions for the trip, and since Sanji and Zoro didn't take the opportunity to fight and compete to see who got the biggest prey, since you knew you had nothing to do there you just snorted and helped the rest to disembark.

The whole day had already passed and there was still no sign of Zoro or Sanji, but Zoro worried you especially because you knew his incredible abilities to navigate and you couldn't help but want to go look for him, just when you were about to leave Sanji you stop, wait, Sanji?

"Y/n Swan! If you're looking for that marimo, he's lost in the woods and I don't think he's coming back, I got here hours ago!"

It can't be, you thought as you stood restlessly on the spot, only until three hard knocks sounded from outside the boat, it was Zoro, he's scratched all over and worse still, he didn't seem to have any prey behind him, had he given in to Sanji?

"Zoro! What the hell happened?" The concern evident in your voice.

With a nervous smile he took something shiny out of his pocket that made your legs shake, it was your favorite gem that you told him was in your homeland and that you missed so much.

"....I was chasing that giant horned panther, when I saw these in a nearby stream, I know how important you said these were! so I didn't avoid looking for some, but when I turned around I lost my way... "

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#one piece #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #monkey d luffy #luffy #zoro #sanji #zoro roronoa x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #luffy x reader

[icedmatchatae]

Glimpse of Us | KTH Chapter VII: The True Reality

Pairing: Problematic Idol Taehyung x Grad Student Reader

Genre: Idol AU, Ex-Childhood Best Friends into—, Angst (Hello, welcome to my angst central), Fluff (mainly in the flashbacks), Slow Burn, Eventual Smut

Summary: BTS’s V has been living a lavished and successful lifestyle, but underneath all of that, Kim Taehyung is far from the perfect image the media and fans made him out to be. All he wants is to relive the feelings of happiness and purpose in his life, but how can he when he left behind those memories years ago? The same memories, he hopes to see a glimpse of.

Warning: This chapter is HEAVY ANGST (basically trauma dumping), unhealthy coping mechanism (alcohol use), descriptions of financial instability, illness (a loved one has it), lying/deception, verbal fighting (manipulation?gaslighting?), unhealthy relationship (both in and out of the flashbacks), implied smut, semi-sexual themes, I kinda just wanna hug both of them, kenji is the real one rn :D, but damnnn just wait for the ending

Word Count: 13.3k

A/N: tbh writing this chapter was a little hard if I remember lol, only because of how I wanted to structure the timelines and the back and forth. It ended differently and I added to it, but I hope you enjoy it!! Feedback and comments are appreciated ❣️

Chapter VII: The True Reality || Series Masterlist

Sounds of scraping and dragging from your heels crashing alongside the rundown concrete ripped through the cooling midnight. With your phone in one hand and your bag in another, you tried to navigate through the city to make your way back to your apartment.

What was uncalled for was not realizing you were on the other side of the city and away from your destination. Of course, you were. Taehyung took you to an enriched area, safer to say the least. Nevertheless, it took you almost an hour by bus and train to reach where you lived, a more cryptic and hostile part of the city.

Walking up through the entrance, you glanced up at your apartment complex. It stayed on a shallow hill and was constructed with old red and white bricks, probably built over forty years ago. When you first moved in, the majority of your neighbors were the elderly but they yelled behind closed doors and all had petrifying little dogs barking. There were some younger ones, but none below 30. At one point when you left for school, a woman chased her half-naked husband out of their home with a frying pan. Paint peeled off the lobby walls, dirtied floors, and dark markings you didn’t even want to know, rusted mailboxes on one side, some trash left on the other. 

At the very least, this was one of the more secure buildings on this block, having decent front locks, a code entrance, and a visible working elevator. Once you entered inside, you got onto the lift and pressed your floor button twice, because if you didn’t, it wouldn’t have worked properly.

You reached your door and closed it behind you while triple locking it to ensure your own safety. You mundanely scanned the humble abode that was your home. Surprisingly or in this case, an old lady neighbor who snooped at your apartment when you were moving, said you had the better spaces in the building. It used to belong to some guy who had problems, her words not yours. You politely ended that conversation, not wanting to know anything else.

Your apartment was still empty after settling down for months. The only few pieces of furniture besides your bed and dresser were the futon table right in the middle of your living room and the floor lamp. You didn’t even buy it; you found it on the side of the street as it was being thrown away. But it still looked brand new, so you took it in.

You headed towards the kitchen to retrieve a glass of water. Afterward, you sat on the wooden floor, settling down at the table. Exhaling, you slouched onto the cool surface. You stared blankly at the half-filled glass, processing what has happened to you.

Though you calmed yourself down when you rode the bus, you were still upset about what Taehyung almost did. He professed your appearance, didn’t agree to your compliments of his girlfriend, and forgot he even had one for a split second as he tried to kiss you. Just thinking about made you grunt in fury, slamming down a fist onto the table causing the glass and furniture to tremble on the impact.

You thought, you really thought that your friendship was starting to revive and thrive for the better. Now you’re definitely uncertain. It scared you because you don’t think Taehyung was ever like that before. Not once did he try anything. Again, he was a physically affectionate person but you’d think there would be boundaries with it if you had a significant other, right?

You were perplexed, wondering what the fuck is he doing. Maybe this was something new about him, a changed person? But yet, it wasn’t right to do and Taehyung would have known that too. Why was he about to ruin a perfectly stable relationship with Clara? It doesn’t make sense. 

However, as you pondered on it for a while and in the comfort of your home, there were certain speculations that you found that seemed questionable of their relationship. For starters, Taehyung never mentioned anything about a girlfriend until his members brought it up at the restaurant. Even then, he still didn’t talk about her to you, not even her name.

Every time you saw him and Clara together, the proclaimed physically affectionate Taehyung was nowhere to be found. When outside in public was given, but from Jungkook’s party, they linked arms and she’d lean on his shoulder but that was it. Nothing was coming from his end. Before you went out with him earlier today, he didn’t even kiss or hug her goodbye. It confused you because you watched him do that to his members, friends, and even you despite your rough edges of his touching.

Finally, for now, just an hour ago, your eyes focused on his phone when he received messages. It may be due to his idol status and to hide his personal life, but his device held no signs of Clara or being in a relationship with her. No change of her display name, no Lock Screen photo of them together, and certainly constant messaging back and forth on both ends.

Not once did Taehyung take his phone out throughout the day. If he did so, it was to take pictures before putting his device back into his pocket. You wondered what consisted of their relationship, what was really happening between the two, and maybe that was how they worked. He was an idol and she was a socialite after all, both in the world of media, famous for different reasons, yet a closet powerhouse couple. It was practically the perfect relationship everyone wanted.

It was all so unusual because you heard many remarkable things about them together. They were strong, in love as their eyes told it all, they were even living together!

Rumors of them getting married sparked among their close circle.

Your conscious made you feel guilty. Perhaps even thinking about it too much. Why were you putting your nose into something that wasn’t even about you? You were nothing, which should stay that way. You learned that the hard way and it left a pungent taste in your mouth when a gruesome snippet played in your mind. If you were to be something, it would be a nuisance that ruined the perfect relationship of society because of the attempt Taehyung made.

Thinking back, you were mean to him, ending the on/off friendship again of something minuscule from an outsider’s perspective. But you had to give yourself a little bit of credit because what if it happened again? You know, him begging for your forgiveness, you accepting it, and it repeats. Perhaps next time, he would have succeeded. You didn’t want to risk it. It wasn’t right to him, to Clara, and most definitely to you.

The only way to keep it from happening was to remain distant once again. Maybe getting too close was a sign. Rumors would spread and be twisted as the spiderwebs of communication get tangled by misjudgment and severe impressions. You didn’t want anyone else to interpret your relationship with him in such a way.

Then again, no one ever understood your bond with him. Not before, and most likely not now either. 

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Taehyung slammed his car door shut before hitting the steering wheel out of frustration. Did he really just let you go like that? He didn’t know where you would be, if you got home, if you were okay. All he knew was that he pissed you off and your friendship was probably nonexistent with your words. He was ashamed of himself, why did he do that?

It came out of nowhere, even shocking him at the moment too. He just—when he looked at you, everything felt so right in his shitty life. All his troubles would go away, knowing that you were there. You stared at him like how you did when you were younger, he must have traveled back in time to when his teenage self found out that he was in love with you.

What a simpler yet scary experience that must have been for him. All he worried about was how much he was head over heels for you, but he never confessed. Not even when he left for Seoul and sure as hell, not after all those years. He kept this secret only to himself. No one knew and probably never will.

But he realized he slipped on that one, both parties not expecting that. Where was he going with this? He still wanted your friendship, which mattered to him the most even back then. He never wanted to ruin it, but he probably has now.

Why did he do that? After he ended the friendship on a whim, he constantly thought about you and missed you a lot. Years and years of thinking didn’t vanish even when he started dating Clara. You were literally in his life for more than half of his life.

Maybe it was longing, wanting you back into his life. But he finally got you! Well before he fucked up. So why did he try to kiss you?

Ugh, he wiped the excess distressed tears off his eyes and cheeks. Now he really wished for your forgiveness. He messed up in the past and he managed to have redemption. Perhaps your patience ran thinner, and you “not acknowledging his status of best friend” probably forced him to be kept on his toes. You had to show him that he couldn’t keep fucking up like he used to.

He looked over to the passenger’s seat and spotted your peace lily plant. Oh, how the night changed so fast.

He wanted to make things right, but he couldn’t do it now. He had to keep his distance, so you wouldn’t snap.

Still, he thought about how he let his stupidity get in the way, hating himself. He loathed this feeling, he needed to stop thinking about it because it would only get worse. He needed to get away from everything.

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“Taehyung?” Seojoon croaked, rubbing his slumbered eyes to take a glimpse of his younger friend. He woke up when the idol called saying he was outside. He was too spaced out to even question, so he padded his way toward the entrance. Taehyung went inside before the actor closed and locked the door. The older man wiped his bare face with his hands, letting out a sigh. “The fuck are you doing here?”

“I need a drink with my Hyung.” Knowing the layout of his friend’s one-story house, he strutted into the kitchen and searched through his cabinets for his alcohol stash. Seojoon was known to have variety in his liquors, which he took pride in, but that also meant free drinks for his friends every time they came over.

He found a half-empty bottle of whiskey in the cupboard. Being the thoughtful friend that he was, he picked it up and twisted the cap off before downing it. The burning sensation dragged inside his throat passed his intestines and reached his stomach acids. He burped heavily after clearing the bottle and settling it on the kitchen island to grab another drink.

“Hey, you know you have your limits here.” Seojoon reminded as he grabbed the unopened whiskey from the idol. Taehyung didn’t even fight back but watched him retrieve two old-fashioned crystal glasses from his cabinets. There he poured the syrup-hued content into the cups, then offered the idol one.

They cheered the drinks together before taking a strong sip. “Why’d you come here? It’s almost two in the morning. You’re lucky I don’t have an early schedule in the morning.”

“Hyung, I fucked up.” Taehyung groaned as he tasted the liquor on his tongue.

Unlike his members and especially Jimin, Taehyung felt very comfortable with his friends to the point where he can really be himself and not have to worry about it and what they say. Think of the members as family. You couldn’t choose your family, but you can choose your friends.

It was easy to tell Seojoon, the eldest and played the role of the father of their group. He was more forgiving than his older Hyungs, still caring, still understanding of Taehyung’s perspective yet stern. But when the idol told him about what recently happened, the actor cocked his eyebrow up with concern.

“Why’d you do that?” Seojoon questioned.

“I don’t know…” Taehyung muttered as he swirled the content of his cup around. “It was all unexpected. But she stopped it.”

“Well, that’s good. Otherwise, you’d be a cheater, Tae, and we wouldn’t want that.” The older man said seriously, yet Taehyung lets out an airy laugh before gulping more alcohol. His reaction made him curious. “Why’d you laugh?”

“Ahhh, nothing. Probably the alcohol getting to me.” Taehyung snickered, brushing it off too quickly for Seojoon’s liking. But the older one decided to let it go for now.

“Would you have wanted her to stop it?”

“Huh, what do you mean?”

“How about this?” Seojoon piped as he squinted his eyes in wonder. “If she didn’t back away, and you two kissed, what do you think it’ll mean? What does this say about your friendship with her now?”

What would have happened if he actually kissed you? “I-I-I don’t know.”

Expecting that answer, the actor sighed. “Then you’re lucky, she slapped the shit out of you.” He grimaced as he stared at the inflamed marking on his swollen cheek.

“Yeah, but Hyung, our friendship is basically destroyed now. Knowing her reaction, don’t you think it’d be a lose-lose situation whether or not it happened?” Taehyung’s thoughts were in shambles with alcohol fluffing up his brain.

“It’s better than not knowing.” Seojoon vaguely explained, but somehow it applied to all contexts. “Look, if anything, it’d be worse on the other end because you’d hurt a lot more people, i.e. you, Clara, and ___. It just sucks for you that ___’s still the one that’ll hurt in either case.”

Taehyung exhaled before chugging down the whiskey. He had a nasty shiver down his spine, while Seojoon observed with a scowl. “Do you think she meant it when our friendship is over? She never smacked me before either.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know her that well.” Seojoon honestly responded, making Taehyung pout. “But judging by the times I met her, I think she was spiteful at the moment. She seems…very forgiving, especially towards you. I mean, technically you are the closest person to her in Seoul besides that coworker. If you say it was an honest mistake, then maybe she’ll understand.”

They were met with silence, basking in the conversation. Taehyung poured himself another drink, as the alcohol rapidly got to him. He hoped Seojoon was right, but he feared otherwise. It was difficult to understand when he doesn’t truly know how you felt about him. You still held this weird distance despite his attempts. He wasn’t able to fully engage himself in the friendship if you didn’t reciprocate back and he wanted you to so badly.

“I don’t suppose you’re leaving anytime soon.” Seojoon huffed. “I refuse for you to drive wasted. God knows what happened the last time, you’re lucky you didn’t get far!”

“Hey, I crashed into your mailbox. It wasn’t that bad!”

“Still! I don’t even know how you stole the keys from me.” Seojoon shook his head in disappointment. “But go to the guest room! Sleep the drunk off and maybe get a cab in the morning.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Taehyung grumbled, finishing up his whiskey. With shaking legs, he stood up and wobbled towards the room. Before he entered, Seojoon called for him.

Grabbing the idol’s attention, Seojoon said, “Just reflect on what you’re doing. I don’t know if you talk about it with your therapist and all, but please do if you aren’t. Maybe he’ll help you with how to approach ___. Also, don’t do anything that would hurt Clara.”

As soon as his back touched the sheets of the full-sized bed, Taehyung sighed. He thought about the last words Seojoon said. Don’t do anything that would hurt Clara. He scoffed at them. 

Yeah, yeah. Everything had to be done to stop her from hurting. Never him.

-

Staring into the bathroom mirror, you stayed restless. You couldn’t sleep at all last night, resulting in the bags and dark circles around your lifeless eyes. The sun wasn’t even out yet and came later in the day due to the changing of the seasons. You wanted to punch yourself for registering for an 8 AM on a Monday, but there was no other choice since it was the only course topic available.

You indeed had a long day ahead of you. Fortunately, you had classes until noon, but that meant you started work afterward. But that was okay, you just hoped Taehyung got the picture of leaving you alone for some time or forever.

You had to at least appear less dead than you actually were. Maybe some nice earrings would help. You usually had on your necklace, but a little more wouldn’t hurt. Walking back to your bedroom, you reached for your jewelry box to grab that was gifted to you from the Kim family for Christmas when you were younger. Though you don’t talk to them anymore, the gift held a special place in your heart and memories.

When you pulled the said jewelry, the velvet cushion tugged out of the box as well. Separating the two with ease, you were about to place it back inside but something caught your eye. You hooked onto it and touched the symbol of your friendship. Worn down and faded tones over time and smaller than it used to look, you found your old friendship bracelet. The charms were still intact, yet you could see the damage made from careless bumps and scraps against surfaces and edges. Your initial charm had a small piece missing from a very heavy and infuriating throw to the wall.

You still remembered that day clearly, weeks after the last call.

You made your attempts to contact Taehyung and also waited for him to call back. But he never did. He blocked your phone and messenger, so during these times, you’ve been taking advantage of his siblings’ cell phones. You didn’t fully explain to the two what happened between you and their brother, only the fact that he wasn’t answering you anymore.

Sungyeon and Eunjeong didn’t know either, but they were willing to help you. They’d take turns giving you the phone. It hurt knowing that it rang while you got the automatic voice, but you felt that there was still hope in your friendship left. Oftentimes, it did go straight to voicemail during the day and he would call back at night when you weren’t with the siblings. You asked them to never mention your name and how you’ve tried reaching out. So all those feeble attempts were assumptions of his siblings missing him.

It was until one day after school that he finally answered your call on Eunjeong’s phone. The simple greeting of his “hello” wanted to make you cry into tears of relief, but you feared everything in between the call. You didn’t know if he needed more time away, but you missed everything about him. It has been a struggle with the distance, as well as the planning for your grandmother’s funeral. You wanted his comfort by any means. If it was through the phone of his sister, then so be it.

There was so much to be said yet no words came out of your mouth. “Hello? Hello, Jeongie? What’s up? I have a break. You good?”

Eunjeong stared widely, waiting for you to respond. She nudged your shoulder and nodded. You parted your mouth shakily before clearing your throat. “H-Hyungie. It’s me, Blue.” Then silence came after, being so loud that a dull white noise interfered. It was quite nerve-racking. You don’t know if he heard you, so you repeated. “Hyungie. It’s me—”

The dial tone met your ear. You looked back at the phone, seeing Eunjeong’s Home Screen. He ended the call before you could finish the sentence.

Your shoulders deflated into your body and you curled forward. Your body trembled as the tears began to fall off your face. Seeing you like this, Eunjeong shook her head in rage at her brother’s behavior. Regardless, she knew you needed some comfort and she was the only one to give it to you.

She looped her arms around you, rubbing your back to soothe your cries. So much has happened in your life, and Taehyung had the audacity to hurt you too? He was never harsh to you so what happened?

Suddenly her phone rang, catching the two of your attention. It was Taehyung again. Eunjeong glanced at you, shaking your head in refusal. You were scared of being rejected again.

She sighed but thought might as well answer his call. She pulled her phone to her ear and said, “What?” You couldn’t hear him very well, but you heard his shouts. “I don’t care about damn honorifics right now. Why are you being rude to ___?” Yelling again. “What? Why should I? I’m not helping you with your mess—” A sigh, then a milder response. “You can’t ju—I don’t wanna say th—” His voice was softer. “This is all on you. I don’t want her to be shunning our family from your shit.”

A quieter conversation happened between the siblings while you watched it unravel before you. You wiped your tears when you heard, “Whatever, fine. Fuck you!” Eunjeong ended the call before she threw her device onto her mattress. “Annoying asshole.” She muttered, not caring if you heard.

You tilted your head questionably as you asked, “What’d he say?”

Her pupils felt twisted as she struggled to approach what her brother wanted her to convey. It was so wrong and wanted to fight him because not once did you do anything wrong. She bit her lips as a debate broke out in her mind. She knew you weren’t going to take it well, but whoever does when your best friend wanted you out of his life.

Yet your eyes encouraged her to speak up. You were afraid, but at least you knew. You would know if he needed more time or tell you to give him more space from your smothering. It would be okay because your friendship remained intact.

But once she revealed his response, every hope, every will, your bond was shattered.

You said nothing while you nodded, feigning that you understood and agreed with the situation. Eunjeong knew that was a lie, especially with the blooming of tears spilling through your eyes. But before she could even let out a sound, you stood up and ran out of their house and to yours, the cold and empty one.

You rammed your bedroom door shut and let every emotion you suppressed consume you. Screaming, weeping, punching pillows, throwing books across the room, anything to let out the hurt within you. As you were jabbing a plush toy, your friendship bracelet grabbed your distraught attention.

It was a simple symbol of your friendship. The love, care, trust, and worth between you and him. The everlasting memories held together through the strings were crumbling down at your fingertips. Conjoined, my ass. Saying that you were stuck with him and never leaving your side. Complete bullshit. He never cared for you, you were worthless to him, with no trust in sight, and most importantly—

He didn’t love you.

You pulled the bracelet off of you and threw it as hard as you could to your white walls. A cracking noise pierced through the air, the bracelet dropped on your wooden floors holding no sentimental value.

You sunk onto your bed and just let the tears fall so painfully.

You didn’t know how it got in here. Maybe your cousin who helped you pack found it and put it in by mistake. Nevertheless, you still had the bracelet with you and in your hands.

You were honest with yourself when you say that it was difficult to throw it away. It felt like a bad omen. You kept it on for so long, it almost seemed like you were going to be buried in it. The bracelet went through so much, that it, unfortunately, held sentimental value because it was with the Taehyung you once knew.

This one you met had a few quirks here and there, but wasn’t your Taehyung, your Hyungie. He may look like him, have the same birthday, parents, siblings, all of the above, but it was still not him.

It didn’t mean you refused to understand and get to know this Taehyung, but your heart was more reluctant, afraid to open up and accept his comfort and warmth. His words weren’t as trusting, but they felt familiar. You saw him through his eyes, but they were buried underneath unspoken territories. Yes, you saw how much he has been hiding things from you and you knew that they weren’t coming out any time soon. 

But you wished for them to. You missed him so much, you wanted to grab that layer of him and run away. But you couldn’t.

If you wanted that layer, you needed to accept all layers, and you weren’t ready for that.

-

Taehyung arrived back home at five in the morning. He sobered up after taking a three-hour nap. He could still feel the alcohol in him but it wasn’t too intense, so he was functional enough to drive. He didn’t say goodbye to Seojoon and left the premises, as the actor was asleep. It happened in the past, and Seojoon knew that Taehyung got home safely with the tightening trust he unfathomably held for the younger.

The idol sneakingly stepped into his living space, hoping Clara wouldn’t notice. He attempted to be quiet as a mouse and he succeeded with the front door and locks. But once he tiptoed through the living room, he was met by surprise with his enraged girlfriend sitting on the sofa holding daggers in her eyes. She had her pink robe on and bathing house slippers on with her arms crossed.

“What the fuck, Taehyung?” She yelled through her lungs. The high-pitch sound irritated his alcohol-infused body. “I’ve been texting and calling you and not once did you fucking answer.”

“I did answer you.” He rolled his eyes, not bothering to be quiet any longer. “You knew I was out.”

“Yeah, you texted once close to fucking midnight saying you were still out!” The socialite scoffed at his weak reply. “Now it’s five in the morning and you just came home!”

“Okay, what’s the big deal? I’m fucking tired!”

“Where the fuck were you? The last time I heard from you, you were still with ___. I swear to God if you tell me—”

“Well, I’m not! I wasn’t with her. She went home on her own after that text if it makes you feel any better.” He snapped back as he threw his keys on the kitchen island. “I was with Seojoon afterward. We drank and knocked out at his place.”

“Taehyung, you drank?” Clara gasped incredulously as she stood up from her seat. God, he rolled his eyes at how dramatic she was being. “Didn’t I say not to drink too much?”

“You say it, but I don’t listen.” He responded truthfully. “What’s the big deal anyway?”

“To prevent any more scandals from happening. You know what happened the last time you got too drunk?” She recapped, the memory back in her mind. “You almost got arrested for beating someone up. You’re lucky my father kept that under the rug or else it would have exposed you.”

His face scrunched up at the horrific experience. He remembered the severe panic attack he got right after, but he didn’t even remember what the guy said, but it was along the lines of bad-mouthing him and the group. But mainly, insulting him like he knew everything about Taehyung, or in that case, V of BTS.

“Well, I was with Seojoon, happy? I was fucking safe, so stop your yelling.” He sighed, feeling the weight of exhaustion on him.

“No, I’m not happy because you were gone the entire day and I was waiting for you, so we could have dinner together.” She pouted as she stepped towards him. He stepped back when she came closer. “Here I was with my cold side order of extra japchae while you’re out and about with some other fucking chick.”

If steam came out of his nostrils, it would have shown. There she went again with her damn accusations. “My God! You even knew and saw us going out! Stop insinuating shit when nothing happens.”

“I’ll fucking stop when you finally fucking have time for me!” Clara shouted back, eyes bloodshot with stress and despair. “You’re not doing anything right for me, and it hurts when I do so much for you.” He heard sniffing coming from her nose once he spotted a stream going down her cheek. “I’ve been patient and respectful with all these interests and bullshit you’re doing, but you never do it back. Don’t you love me, Taehyung?”

His mouth opened but closed back up as he gulped. “I-I-I do.”

She snorted before rolling her eyes, “Oh, yeah? Then why did you spend the whole day with some girl?”

“She’s not some girl. She’s my best friend!”

“And I’m not your fucking girlfriend?!” She protested, grabbing him by the collar and shaking his stature. With shocked eyes, he tried to calm her down, holding her arms away from him. “Why are you doing this to me? Why are you doing other things with her? I know she’s your best friend, but she’s too pretty! I don’t like how much you’re so invested in her. I’m pretty too yet you don’t hang out with me!”

The crocodile tears started forming in her tear ducts, yet her voice was thick with madness. Now she was talking any shit that deemed her as the victim. ”And you have scandals with other idols and actresses. Why does that happen, but we can’t? Fuck, you’re so unfair, Tae! Where’s my loving and sweet boyfriend, huh? One who brings me flowers, takes me out on dates, goes above and be—”

“Stop fucking expecting so much from me!” He interjected, pushing her touch away. He leaned into the counter, creating distance. Raking through his hair, he grunted with annoyance. “You see how much of a fucking train wreck I am! My life is already hard as it is.”

“Yeah, I know how you’re a fucking train wreck and I hate how you’re so adamant about sticking by it!” The socialite sneered, disgusted at how he was acting. “But my life is also hard too! You know how difficult it is to keep this image of us. We,” She pointed at him, then herself. “Are supposed to be perfect, Taehyung.”

“Why do you care so much about how “perfect” we supposedly are?” He hated that that was a concern of hers. He gave no shits about how people thought about their relationship, but he couldn’t speak openly about it because people would get mad at him for disagreeing.

“Because we are their expectation.” She explained like it was obvious. “We’ve been together for five years, Tae! But this is more than just that! We aren’t doing anything like we used to because you’re not making any time. This is your fault! You never make me happy!”

Taehyung squirmed when the blame pointed at him. There it was again too. The guilt ate him for not doing anything right, getting sucked into the realm of ridicule. You can’t do this right, you can’t do that right. This was all his fault.

“I’m sorry.” The only thing he could say in defeat.

“You better be.” Clara wiped her face with the back of her hand. “Maybe I’m overreacting…I don’t want you to stop your friendship, but I’m getting tired of you not having time for me.”

The idol looked down at the floor, refusing to look at her sorrowful state. But he knew she tried making him look at her by grabbing a hold of his hands and gently squeezing them. “I’m s-sorry. T-There’s just been a lot right now with everything.” Her touch burned his skin, the discomfort growing with every second.

“I know, but can you at least try?” She begged, ducking down to see his eyes. “I’m fucking trying!”

Taehyung nodded silently as his teeth sunk into his lower lips. He held back so much and offered so little. Clara was always known to never back down. Her expectations of herself and their relationship were higher than they could be even reached. But knowing if he gave in, then the fighting would stop and maybe she would be satisfied.

He felt her dainty arms encircling his torso as a sign of peace, a thing that couples did after fighting and now making up. Something that worked in the past but now…not so much. With tensed arms, he carefully wrapped around her as well, tightening the hug and hoping it would all go away. 

“I love you, Taehyung.” She spoke softly, pushing her face into his shirt.

Her words contorted his face as he sucked in a sharp breath, but she never noticed. Lifting his hand, he laid it flat at the back of her head, caressing her hair. It took him a second before saying it back, “I-I love you too.” His focus was on her now, lips thinned but curved enough to resemble a shy smile.

Raising her head, Clara gazed into the syrup color that was his eyes. Her teary irises twinkled in awe at the beauty of her boyfriend who she loved with all her heart. Shutting her eyelids, she tiptoed higher to attach to his soft addicting lips. Once they meshed, the electricity of passion coursed through her body. He tasted like alcohol, whiskey to be exact, yet it tasted like his musk and tinge of cinnamon spreading in her mouth. It has been so long since they’d kissed like this and she only wanted more.

She pressed herself onto him, holding onto the collar of his shirt. Caught by surprise, Taehyung took a step back, hitting the edge of the counter and then narrowing his hands onto her hips. Her tongue swiped through his lips, begging him to let her in. Though reluctant, the idol accepted the action and the muscles swirled against one another.

The socialite parted away to whisper, “More, Tae. More.”

He knew this was going to happen at some point, despite his constant avoidance. But after what happened, he couldn’t dodge it any longer. His heart palpitated in agitation as he nodded once again, “I’ll give you what you want.” Then their lips touched before they ran and tangled up in their bed in their apartment.

-

“Taehyung, you’re late again,” Namjoon informed as he checked his watch, then at his heaving younger member before him.

“Sorry, I-I forgot how much time passed.” Taehyung apologized as he stabilized his breathing with his hands on his hips. But the leader held a stern stare with a clenched jaw.

“Let’s not worry about that right now. Bang PD-nim is waiting for us.” Seokjin interjected to ease some tension. “We’re all here, and all good so let’s go.”

After partnering with the Na Group conglomerate, Big Hit hosted their first stakeholder’s event near the company building with the rise of BTS’s popularity nationwide and gaining more international exposure. There have been rumors of them potentially getting invited to the Billboard Music Awards Show next year as well as a nomination, but it was too early to tell.

Being the only active group of the company, BTS was invited—but more like involuntarily told—to come to show their appreciation to the now sponsors of Big Hit. It wasn’t something they preferred since it was meeting new people but had to go to show face at the very least.

An hour into the event, while the older members were socializing with the esteemed guests, the younger ones were a bit bored and sat down at a table in the corner of the banquet. Taehyung, especially, was not only tired but not feeling it. He was the last one to get ready as he was the last one to get up out of bed despite the event being at night. He came home last night close to noon after an NDA encounter, which wasn’t all that new to the idol and the other members. But if anything, he had the most but almost never remembered their faces.

The members haven’t explicitly spoken about it to him but ever since Taehyung became an adult, he hasn’t been…doing so well. The older ones specifically Namjoon and Yoongi assumed that it was just a blue transitional period of his life, but got too excessive with the drinking, one-night stands, and fights. But not with the members, fights with random people, yet still it was difficult to keep that away from the media. If he turned to fighting with members, then that would cause problems, right?

Anyways, he hasn’t been himself and it has been a growing concern. Jimin always worried for his best friend, as Taehyung was the least expectant to take on this spiral. He would usually talk enthusiastically and do things playfully and passionately, especially when they were trainees. Although for a good year after BTS debuted, Taehyung also had a rough time and felt down. None of them knew what happened, apart from the falling out of his childhood friend back home but didn’t think much of it…well, except for Jimin.

Your friendship with Taehyung was always questionable to him. Not in a bad way, it was different, to say the least. He never met you, only heard your voice. But the mannerisms Taehyung gave out were not what a best friend would do. Because what kind of best friend whines about missing your cuddles?

Either way, Taehyung always denied that you were nothing more than a best friend and eventually Jimin gave up. But when his friend continues acting out after being a dumbass and never contacting you again even after almost four years later, the question comes out every so often.

Jimin and Jungkook tried their best into helping their member out, but nothing seemed to work. Seokjin and Hoseok suggested new hobbies…but that, unfortunately, took the wrong track with the NDA collections and drinking. The members faced a wall, unable to come up with a better way to help him.

But then in the corner of his eyes, Jungkook spotted something particular. Or rather felt eyes watching their table. Subtly sensing the direction, the youngest spotted a young lady staring. She was by all means one of the prettiest visuals to see, absolutely breathtaking. Not really the youngest’s type, but nice to look at nonetheless.

However, though he felt her gaze all over, it wasn’t necessarily directed toward him. She was completely oblivious to Jungkook. He followed her eyes, which then landed on the second youngest, Kim Taehyung, himself. But he ignored his setting completely, reading a manga chapter on his phone.

Jungkook’s pupils went back to the girl and she was still keeping them on Taehyung. Jimin kept himself occupied with a flute glass of champagne while people watching at its finest. And at that moment, the youngest had a splendid idea that changed Taehyung’s life completely.

“Taehyungie Hyung,” Jungkook called over while he kept his eyes on her.

“What?” Taehyung muttered as he scrolled through his device.

“Th-There’s a girl staring at you.”

“I’m not in the mood to fuck someone right now. I have a really bad hangover.” The idol bluntly said.

“Tae, you know someone could stare without the idea of sleeping with them.” Jimin joined in the conversation.

“And how was the success rate of that?” Taehyung retorted, ultimately putting his phone down to look at the two. “Probably zero.”

Jimin pursed his lips, accepting the correct answer but he decided to not let it get to him. Instead, he ignored his friend’s reply and turned to Jungkook. “Who’s this chick?”

He tried his best to be undetected, but Jungkook was never good at that. The youngest pointed directly at her, which ultimately caught her attention. All three of them followed his finger, finding the young girl. Within seconds, her eyes bulged out and her lips parted before her back towards them.

“You know you’re a dumbass sometimes, right?” Jimin sighed, shaking his head in disappointment. “And don’t fucking point! It’s rude!” He slapped Jungkook’s shoulder, but it made no effect on him. “Do you also not know who she is?”

“Are we?”

“That’s literally Na Clara! She’s a socialite and the daughter of the Na family!” Jimin answered as if they were supposed to know. “Her dad is part of the reason why we’re here! So she could meet us because she’s a fan.”

“A fan she may be, but her eyes were googly eyes for Hyung over there.” Jungkook nodded over to the mundane Taehyung.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and said, “Whatever, not like it matters.”

Jimin squinted at his best friend, then scanned the room for the lady. Once he found her, her eyes were back on Taehyung. Lifting a brow, an interested smirk crept up onto his lips. “Tae, why don’t you talk to her?”

“No, thanks. Don’t want to get into trouble with daddy’s little girl and her money.” Taehyung barely looked her way, but he knew that he didn’t feel good about her.

“Come on, Hyung! It’s a perfect opportunity.” Jungkook suggested, leaning closer to Jimin who was in the middle of the trio.

“Perfect opportunity for what?” Another voice appeared, it was Yoongi’s. The rest of the members came back and sat, completing the group table.

“Na Clara is looking at Taehyung,” Jimin responded, earning a glare at his same-aged member. “She probably likes him. She’s still staring, you know.”

“Wow, Clara?” Namjoon gasped. “PD-nim said she’s a big fan of ours too!”

“She’s pretty too.” Seokjin acknowledged.

“Taehyung, why don’t you talk to her?” Hoseok too recommended.

“Why are you all so adamant on me talking to her?” Taehyung sighed, feeling somewhat pressured. “I’m not interested in her anyway…”

“Come on, you don’t know that.” Jimin countered, nudging him on his side. ”Maybe it’ll be nice, you know? A good change from your hookups.”

“Excuse me? I ha—”

“Tae,” Jimin lowered his voice. He looked around, observing the rest of the group staring back in a suggestive way. He peered back at his stubborn friend.

Taehyung sighed, trying his best not to blow up at his friend. “Chim, hook up or not. I don’t think it’s a good idea—”

“I just want you to find change. We want you to find good change.” Jimin disclosed, being honest with how the group was respectively feeling for him. “You’re spiraling and it’s not good.” With that, Taehyung stayed quiet and bit his lips nervously. Yes, he was absolutely aware of what he was doing but he never bothered to change. “You’re not doing anything bad! We just…don’t know what would happen in the long run.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Taehyung sighed and blinked. “And you think me talking to the socialite would help? Her staring’s not gonna change my life.”

“Okay, I didn’t want to do this,” Jimin muttered before leaning into Taehyung. His lips were near his ear as he whispered, “You haven’t been yourself since you and ___ stopped talking.”

Taehyung swore his heart dropped, skipped a beat, and ached at the mention of your name. It has been so long since your fight and not once did he ever apologize or call back. He didn’t know how you were doing, what has life been like for you, or even if you missed him because he did. He missed you so so so so much.

But wondering if you missed him might be pushing it after what he did, calling you needy and never wanting to talk to you. He still regretted saying that to this day. He knew those words were hurtful and sensitive towards you. Nevertheless, he thought about you almost every day. After almost four years, you graduated high school and probably went to college like you’ve always wanted to. But all he could do is assume and wonder.

He still loves you very much, and hopelessly too. Despite all these one-night stands, he never cuddled, never hugged, never looked their way, nothing but sexual pleasure really and to get his mind off the gutter temporarily. If he did do those things, he dreamt it with only you, his Blue. Recapping all the times he had you in his arms tightly while you slept soundly on his chest, it pained him every day to know you weren’t there anymore. And without you, he vowed never to do it with anyone else.

“What about her?” Taehyung questioned, suppressing the sadness of the loss of you.

“It’s been years, Tae. If you’re not talking to her, then you should move on.” Jimin explained, but Taehyung shook his head. “Maybe this isn’t about her, but still. You should do something.”

He’ll never admit it, but Jimin was right about you and what he was going through. He felt a bit stuck in his past, but it was only because of how happy he was when he was with you. Everything after you seemed boring, stagnant, and numb to his fast-paced lifestyle and career. He didn’t feel like he was growing as a person, just being a human who was being told what to do and say. Kinda like right now.

But Jimin had a point. He has been not feeling much with his life. The NDAs and constant drinking weren’t doing much for him besides a temporary fix. Change may be what he needed.

He glanced to the side and saw Clara, who was surprisingly talking to someone else. She was pretty and fairly approachable. Could this be the change he needed? Someone that wasn’t you? Of course, no one could replace you but still. He hasn’t even thought of talking to anyone else as he did with you. He doesn’t think he could do it. But with this sudden urge from his members to go for it, he seemed to be outnumbered with his choices. His members meant well, so maybe. But none of them ever knew how he truly felt when you were out of his life.

Yet he second-guessed himself. Being encouraged or rather forced by his group members, it seemed that it was inevitable for him to avoid meeting and talking to Clara. Seokjin jokingly suggested settling down with her, which Taehyung found repulsive but laughed it off fake-happily.

Once Taehyung stood up from his seat and walked towards Clara, her sparkling eyes found his nervous yet sad ones. He greeted and introduced himself to her and she did the same back. To his dismay, they had a filling and fruitful conversation for so long that they didn’t realize that the event was about to end. But he couldn’t help but compare her to you. You were different, in appearance and aura. Clara seemed confident in herself but had a people please vibe. She didn’t look all that genuine in his eyes but still seemed nice in a passive-aggressive way. 

She was nice to talk to, but that seemed it for Taehyung. Clara, however, wanted to see him again and asked for his number. Reluctantly, the idol accepted, reminding himself of what the members said. It happened all too fast that he couldn’t remember what they even talked about. But little did he know how important it was for them to be together and the relationship that would flourish for years, to the point where there were talks of marriage. 

Yet the thought of you floated in the back of his mind.

-

A loud bang on the table you sat at interrupted the peaceful break that you used up to take a quick nap. “Howdy, partner!”

Raising your head from your arms used as a cushion, eyes readjusted to the lighting and blinked until the sight was visible to you. It was a weak sight since you only saw Kenji bugging you once again. “Why are you in a bright-ass mood all the time?”

Kenji joined in and sat across. “Well, one of us has to when the bright bubbly worker is a cold stoic fiend right now.” You scowled at your coworker before getting back to sleep in your final minutes. The younger observed you, looking more tired and weak today than before. You’ve gotten better with your habits lately, so it was worrisome to see you like this. He hoped it was only an off day today and that you weren’t back on a self-destructive cycle again. “You good, ___? Never had enough sleep?”

Sighing, you knew you weren’t going back to napping. You pulled your chin up from your sleeping position and rested on the tops of your forearm to look at him. “Yeah, had a little trouble last night so it resulted in this.”

“Family doing okay?” He referred to your circumstances back home.

You sighed, yet felt surprised that was the least of your problems…well, today that is. It was only because you somehow managed to pay the medical bills on time this past Saturday. “Grandpa is…getting by.” You scrunched your nose at the thought of him. He nodded, understanding his condition but couldn’t fathom what you were going through. 

Ever since your grandmother passed away unexpectedly, he has been working harder to provide for both of you. He worked restlessly in the fields from sunrise until sunset while you picked up everything in the household. You’d help him on the weekends but worked at the shop and other menial jobs around the town for some extra earnings after school. Since you were a minor, you weren’t allowed to have a steady job so everything was under the table.

Your family wasn’t as financially stable but kept a roof and food on the table for you. Your grandparents were somewhat retired, yet kept to themselves in their farming. After the passing of your parents, their life insurance money was used to support you and your needs. Of course, the numbers decreased as you got older, and by the time you graduated high school, there was little left to support you through college in Geochang.

You even contemplated not pursuing college and continuing with family farming, but your grandfather convinced you not to as it wasn’t something you loved. He knew you and he would regret it years later, so without talking to you first, he took out loans for you to pay for the rest of your college. But he lied in the beginning and said it was money saved on the side by him and your grandmother for you for emergencies.

You believed him, so you agreed and went to college all without knowing. You even graduated and had a steady job before going back to school, and he still didn’t tell you. However, it was only when you were about to leave for Seoul, he collapsed on the ground during lunch and went unconscious.

You rushed him to the hospital where you found out that not only has he been keeping the loan payments from you but also his health was declining and been growing weaker by the second. That morning was a trigger that caused him to be bedridden in the hospital even after you left.

You were livid with emotions and couldn’t comprehend what was happening as it came all at once. So you straight up broke down and cried in the middle of the hospital room while your grandfather’s nurse, Moobin, tried his best to calm you down. You were upset about everything, even refusing to move now that you found out about the truth. But the main thing that you had to do was help and care for your grandfather regardless of how you felt about your hometown.

You took on so many roles on the farm, at home, and when you visit the hospital. You were on the brink of exhaustion, but all of that was taken away from you by your other family relatives willing to help you both out.

Even without the labor, you had to think about the loans you now had to pay off. Half of your savings wasn’t even enough to cover at least 15% of how much you owed. Don’t forget about the lovely interest! Fortunately, it was on pause when the loaners found out that you were going back to school.

But then there were your grandfather’s medical bills. You had the responsibility of paying them off and helping him as he stayed at the hospital, too weak to be self-sufficient. Though your grandfather always told you not to worry about the money, you still did, even to this day. Both of your grandparents never wanted you to worry about their grown-up problems, to the point where they were always discreet and kept things from you. But you had the habit of overhearing, wanting to take ease and weight off their shoulders for how much they’ve done for you. Again, they reminded you that you were their child and needed to be raised, not raise them, but your need to assist remained. They worked hard for you, so the least you could do the same back.

You had a few family members from another farming providence move to Geochang and were willing to help with the farm, house, and grandfather, which you were grateful for. But you’d never ask for any financial means despite all of them knowing what happened.

Money has always been tight for you, especially living in this city. That’s why you never bought things for yourself unless it’s necessary. Your clothes were either thrifted or gifted to you, school books were rented through the public library, you didn’t have a car—not even having a license, and your laptop which cost a fortune was a present from the elders of your hometown knowing that you’d need it. 

You missed home sometimes, for your grandfather of course. Buildings and skyscrapers were a bit much for you, people were somewhat cold-hearted, and it was harder to haggle here. You wished to visit soon, but with money right now, all you had to focus on was school and work.

“You know we’re here for you, right?” Kenji reminded, leaning into the surface of the table. You smiled at his endearment worrying and constant reassurance that you always liked.

Living here has gotten better though. You weren’t as alone as you were back in Geochang. After your only friend ever dropped you, you didn’t turn to others especially when you had no time to socialize since you were helping your grandfather. When you did accept them, then it only left you disappointed and even more distant. Your social meter was practically non-existent over there.

Though you were usually closed off and wary, you’ve met very nice people here and worked with a good family who truly cared for you. Despite your guilt for leaving behind your ill grandfather who begged to differ, it made your depressing boring life a little happier than previous years as well as warmed you back up.

“Yes, I know. Thank you, child.” You nodded, reaching your hand out to mess his hair up. He grimaced and cursed at you when you treated him like a little kid. “Even Halmeoni and Harabeoji too.”

“You don’t need to do everything on your own, you know. Especially when you always do things for others and yourself. Jesus, when was the last time you even did something for yourself?” He questioned.

You stayed quiet as you scrunched your nose in wonder. But when you don’t answer, Kenji complained, “The fact that you have to think says something.” He earned a glare from you. “You like to give and help, but never want anyone to do the same back.” He mentioned as he scoped the quiet restaurant. There were some tables filled, but every one of them has been served. “Just like serving, it’s nice to have a helping hand.”

“I know…” You rolled your eyes. “It’s just hard to trust people sometimes. I need to be careful.”

“How long does it take for you to trust someone?”

You kept quiet, pondering the question. It took you a while to trust Kenji after months of knowing him, you knew to trust his grandparents as soon as possible, and some college peers never got too close to you since you refused, maybe it just depended on the person.

Then your mind went to Taehyung. You always had one foot in and another out the door, in case he fucked up. You were being more strict with him. But the thing was that Taehyung had his own category for you. He was different because he wasn’t a complete stranger, he was your best friend who you used to trust after breaking it. And yet again, he broke it. Well, not really. You don’t know yet, it has been barely a day yet.

“Depending on the person, I guess.” You shrugged.

“What about Taehyung Hyung?”

“Why must you resort to him?” 

“Because you have history with him.” He smirked, pushing his fists up into his cheeks to squish them. Unfortunately for you, he acted as someone you confided in since he was always nosy yet understanding. It has gotten more and more like that when you first told him about Taehyung, but not all. “Seeing you’ve gotten closer to him after all, do you trust him now?”

You exhaled, leaning back into your chair. “Trick question.”

“It’s not a trick question.” He scoffed. “Or you just don’t want to answer it because you already know and you don’t like the answer?”

“What are you trying to be, my therapist?”

“I can.”

“Look Taehyung and I are not as close as you think. He’s different now, an-and changed, practically a stranger.” You semi-lied, trying not to make it a bigger deal than it actually was. “And we’re also fighting now. He disappointed me.”

“Not as close but fighting, wow. Didn’t know strangers do that.” Kenji replied sarcastically. You eyed him out, wishing to punch his cheeky smile off of him. “If he upsets you that much, then first, he’s not a stranger, second, he’s worthy enough for you to care for him. And third, probably enough to have your forgiveness. Maybe even trust, like do you really wanna give up on him? I feel like you’re the type to not give up easily.”

“You’re such a little shit.” You couldn’t say anything to defend yourself with his statement because deep down you knew it was true. So you resorted to bad-mouthing him, and blushing like an idiot.

“I’m a little shit who’s right.” He hummed lightly, not caring for your anger. “From the past weeks, he’s been here and with you, you’ve gotten better. Happier and healthier in your frozen exterior. You like it but you don’t wanna admit it with the past, and your damn pride.” He explained unapologetically. “New flash, my dear. It’s the past, so move on.” He said it so plainly that it insulted you. But it was the cold hard truth.

A customer called for him to which he stood up and you checked your phone, seeing that your break was over so you stood from your seat. “I know you’re scared, ___. You don’t wanna get hurt, can’t blame you but deep down you still want him there. So be a little bit more forgiving of him. Be okay with trusting him. Hell, maybe lean on his shoulder for support. You’ve seen that guy all without that fame and fortune that probably no one else knows about. Even without that, I’m sure he’s still the same Taehyung.” He grabbed a chair and was about to head to the table, but wanted to say one last thing. “Knowing you, you do things passionately and wholeheartedly. Why not do the same in your friendship with Taehyung instead of being on edge?”

You paused yourself as your heart thumped questionable. Why not do the same in your friendship with Taehyung instead of being on edge? The very question stayed in your mind for the weeks to come.

-

Laying down on his bare back on top of the disorderly dirtied sheets while his legs tousled with his naked partner resting calmly curled up by his side, Taehyung looked up at the ceiling. He didn’t know how long it has been with the blackout curtains covering any light from the outside.

Yet another day restless and upset with himself of two things—you and Clara. But right now, it was all because of her.

The earlier moments recaptured in his brain. The sudden rush of energy, electrifying touch on one’s skin, and immense release was brought upon them for hours as two lovers shared the love they had for one another. Bodies stick and tangled together to further the lasting bond.

If only that were true.

Energy was always being drained out of the life force. When she touched his skin, it felt dreadful and scorching. The connectedness into one was nowhere to be found. In fact, what was left of him in the aftermath was the uncomfortable numbness that he stilled upon himself for years. The use of his body for her own needs while he suffered the consequences of his.

With teary eyes, Taehyung glanced at Clara’s sleeping form. Even in no light, she glowed bright, bright enough to not notice his struggles, his true self. She slept so peacefully, never bothering to care if he was. He went back to the ceiling watching, as his pupils burned with hopelessness.

At the start of their relationship, it seemed so good. He gave her a chance with his heart, eventually making him fall in love and give his all to her. Spending hours together bonding, receiving blessings from family, and the gilded romance of their love was so jubilant that it was all fake.

Because underneath that so-called love was nothing but fights, accusations, gaslighting, and insecurities. It was like water and fire, and one of them would always be extinguished at the end.

Clara was expectantly nice on the outside. Her sweet and kind behavior felt like a ruse the second she stepped into the closed doors and four walls because there, she tricked his whole entity. Discouraging, insulting, playing cheese in the trap, lying, all she did to him. Yet Taehyung was the bad guy making her cry, being unfair, and spending less time with her?

Of course, she covered them all up by helping him on the outside such as begging him for therapy, helping him to reconcile with his members, and especially showing off how fabulous and perfect their relationship was to their circles. Though kept from the general public, as long as she knew she had Taehyung, that was all that mattered.

Nothing Taehyung wanted mattered to her. If it did, it was to help her image. It has gotten worse as time went on, exponentially within months. But sadly, he knew she was his endgame, and that very thought injected poison into his mind. There was nothing that can be done, nothing he could do without consequences.

Disgusted. He felt disgusted with himself. He wanted to shower and wash all the scum off his ruined body and damaged mind. The tears welled up and ran down his face and temples while snot formed up his nostrils with no one else to hear except for himself. He felt like he had no one, no one truly caring for him. No signs of help.

It wasn’t what he wanted. Because if he said what he wanted, everything that was built up to this point would be destroyed. And what he wanted was a dream, a hopeless dream that he so determinably wanted.

It was so close yet far to even reach. 

-

The serene of the nightfall sat the motionless park. The glistening of the moonlight reflected off the clearing river, glowing the scene around. The sounds of gentle winds could only be heard as Taehyung and Clara laughed together, enjoying their time and meal together. 

It has been six months since they first met, and six months since a somewhat blossoming relationship began. The two have gone on countless dates, exchanged gifts, stayed up long nights for video calls, messaging each other, and have already seen each other’s families by now.

Yet, they weren’t entirely “official.”

Of course, BTS was on its way to success as its popularity grew exponentially overseas. Obtaining new and diverse fans, selling sold-out shows, crafting rich and authentic music, and the list goes on. But that also included restrictions for the seven members. 

The life of an idol came with a price, and that included having their private life be limited from hanging out with friends and family, having eyes on you at any time of the day, pretending to not know what sex is, and everyone’s favorite—dating. 

Dating continued to be a controversial topic as it even removed members from the group, led fans into foes of their once favorite artists, and somehow technically ruined their lives. It could be an exaggeration, or not.

But that was more of a reason for idols to not date, or at least be careful about what they were doing and who they were with.

However, it wasn’t as much in Taehyung’s case.

In the eyes of the public, Na Clara was the ultimate dream girl, a down-to-earth socialite who deserved the whole world for everything she did. She was sweet, smart, charming, gorgeous, and an absolute pleaser. And Taehyung did see that in her…but always questioned what was more to it.

Everyone would think that they were becoming the new “it” couple…well in secret. With their looks, their fame, their interests, their connections, it seemed so fitting, even perfect, one might say with this idol-socialite combo to just be together.

The idol grew quite fond of Clara, hence why, he kept her around. He learned much about her—mind, body, questions, responses, even remembering and picking up certain habits that the socialite had like asking what things were in a pout or making a disgruntled face of disinterest when seeing problematic people.

His members and friends saw how Clara made life so easy for Taehyung. She wanted it easy for him. She wanted to take the heavy weight of life off his shoulders. She took him out of that down-spiraling playboy NDA life, told him to do this instead of that if it’s not good for him, and comforted him when times got rough and times were indeed rough…still rough.

It was best to say that Clara was the best thing that ever happened to him.

But why wasn’t their relationship being taken to the next level?

“Oh, Tae! It’s so beautiful here.” Clara gazed into the atmosphere like from a scene from a 2000s indie film. “Thank you for bringing me, and the little picnic dinner. So adorable!”

Taehyung’s vacant expression at the park view was ripped away as he glanced down to the blanket where their dinner rested —take-out pasta and fried chicken with two empty wine glasses that were stained red. The idol hummed and nodded, “I’m glad you enjoyed this.” He was careful with his words.

The socialite turned to face him. His eyes weren’t meeting hers as they stared back into the scenery. There was a physical distance between the two, the picnic basket in the middle of them. Although they had slept with each other countless times and it was obvious what their relationship was by now, Taehyung never showed as much affection to her as hoped.

Clara found out through others that Taehyung was a cuddly person, who loved to touch those he loved and cared about, but she never experienced it herself. They kissed and hugged, but it was almost mechanical. Maybe it was just because they weren’t official, and he didn’t want to scare her off. She didn’t know, she even tried talking to him, but Taehyung continued to be an enigma.

“Come closer, Tae.” She motioned him to be near, which was usually typical as the socialite would be the one to initiate things.

Though he cocked an eyebrow at her, he obliged. Pushing the basket away from their space, Taehyung scooted closer to her until their thighs touched. Clara then rested her head on his shoulder before he hesitantly wrapped an arm around her dainty waist. He pressed his cheek on the tops of her head, slowly getting into a comfortable position.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

There was a slight pause, but it went unnoticed by her. “Yeah, it’s been better.”

“I’m glad for you…” She smiled before furrowing her eyebrows as she did her best to gather her words and confidence. “Tae, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Oh no, am I in trouble again?”

The socialite giggled at his assumption, shaking her head. He felt her stare “No, babe. I’ve been thinking…about what we are.”

Taehyung grew confused as he looked down at her supple face. “What do you mean?”

“I really really like how things are with us. I enjoy being with you and learning more every day about what’s going on in your head. Just the thought of you makes me get butterflies.” Clara explained the best way she can. “It makes me want to fall harder and harder for you that I want more.”

“M-more, why?” Okay, he knew he sounded stupid and probably shouldn’t have responded that way but it couldn’t be helped. He was taken aback and wasn’t expecting such a serious conversation to a causal date. It wasn’t even as fancy as past dates and dinners.

Clara pouted at his response but tried her best to remain lax. “Well, what do you think about me? Us? Is this us just being like…this enough for you?”

“You know my life is difficu—”

“Yes, I completely understand!” She interrupted before sighing. “I’m also in a similar boat too.”

You will never understand, Taehyung thought but didn’t speak out loud. He always thought a lot of thoughts but never said them.

But the longer Taehyung said nothing, the more anxious Clara was becoming. Maybe she just needed to get the point across, also known as her feelings. As a measure, the socialite then took Taehyung’s unoccupied hand and intertwined it with hers. Her brown almond eyes gleamed at his under the silvery moonlight as she said her four words, “I love you, Taehyung.” So soft and delicate yet enough for the idol to gasp slightly. “I’m in love with you, I’ve been loving you for a while.”

Clara’s heart skipped a beat.

But Taehyung’s didn’t. It was more panicking about how she was acting so forward with this and why she wanted more. He was fine with what they were doing now, and now alone.

“Look, you don’t need to say anything. I know you’re not ready to say it yet and that’s fine, but don’t you want to take our relationship to the next level? Being official. I’m willing to do all it takes to be with you. Please, Tae?” Clara wondered as she tried to find his eyes. They wandered elsewhere, not wanting to face her. The socialite felt herself sinking at his reactions. “Unless…”

That was when Taehyung finally reached her. Her glowing irises layered with a slight gloss while she bit her painted lips. Was she about to cry? Taehyung started to feel guilty. “Unless what?”

Clara composed herself before asking, “Unless there was someone else.”

Unless there was someone else. The words now consumed his brain. There was no one else near him after meeting Nara. The members saw no one too. His playboy days were practically non-existent. There was no one to go to, no one to comfort him, no one to make his day, no one to make him smile, no one to make him happy.

Except.

Then suddenly something—someone appeared before him. Someone who had longed for.

Whatever how Clara looked, her features formed into another. Rosy plump cheeks filled with joy and life, cheekbones shaped into glory, hair shorter but braided down to the chest, perfect cute rounded nose, and those familiar doe eyes.

The ones that would suck him into a trance every single moment and be immersed in the ever-glowing beauty of the kind and altruistic aura he knew. The aura that made him feel like a magnet and gravitate towards. The gravitation that made him realize that no other love would ever compare to this love he had.

The love he had for you.

Taehyung loves you so deeply that it continued to this day. The undying love he never confessed to you, not even when he was with you, not even when he was about to leave, not even through your night calls. Even after the falling, he continued to wish to see you again and tell you his confession that was hidden and buried deep in his heart that he told no one else, not even his members or family. Why? Because it was a confession for you and only you.

He saw you in front of him, smiling your patient smile and laughing with tears in your eyes. He now noticed the flush of your face, the puffiness around your eyes, and the inaudible sniffling you were doing. He realized it was a memory of you, the day he found out that he wanted to love you more than you or he could possibly imagine. The love his father once told him and be forever ingrained into it.

“Hyungie…” Your loving tone was voiced out as the vision of you looked back at him. Even when appearing sad and heartbroken by a dumbass individual, you looked like an angel. You were so beautiful. “I will always love you.”

Immediately, he spoke, “I will always love you too.”

“You do?” Another voice shattered through his consciousness, causing him to snap back into reality.

It wasn’t you. It definitely wasn’t you. You were gone, and you were never coming back even if both parties tried. There was no ___ and Taehyung. No Blue and Hyungie. All trash, absolutely nothing. No future together, whether near or far. The relationship you once had with him has been crumpled up and cast away, burning into the pits of broken memories that hurt him by the slight thought.

You weren’t here anymore. He couldn’t save it. He loves someone who wasn’t here with him anymore. The falling tears he didn’t realize he shed ran down his face. Oh, how he missed you so much. He wanted to do anything and everything in the whole world to get you back and into his arms again.

“Taehyung,” Clara called for him again, but he was unresponsive. He was too busy crying out the overwhelming love he had for you. He chanted faint “I love you” with his eyes closed, thinking of you. 

It was only when Clara cupped his face with her pale hands and moved his head to meet her eyes. Taehyung’s eyes opened up, expecting you but he knew it was too good to be true. It was her, the only person he had.

But not the one he wanted.

“What happened? You started crying.” Her tone was so much different from yours. Yes, sweet, but sickly sweet.

“I-I-I think…I just—got overwhelmed with emotions.” He didn’t want to say what was on his mind. It was an asshole thought for her anyway. Better to keep it hidden.

The socialite nodded, simply taking that because she was more concerned and very much intrigued with what he said back. “You said…” His bloodshot eyes tiredly stared back blankly. “You said you will always love me. Is…that true?”

He blinked. Her hopeful demeanor was seen kilometers away, evident that she needed the reassurance. But Taehyung held back as the voice in his head debated on what to say.

He cried for you. Yet you were gone, and you took his heart with you. He didn’t know what you were doing, probably college, having a fun normal life, getting a boyfri—no. You were doing your own thing for years without trace or contact. The second he fucked up, everything about you was gone in his life. Little by little until his life practically forced you out. But the memories remained.

But was this it for him? To go on with life without you or his heart? To have all of you before but have none of you now? He didn’t know how to go on with life without you. What was he going to do?

Look at him right now.

But Clara was here, she’ll only be here from now on, and that pained Taehyung. No one would ever replace you. He refused to replace you, you were his one and only Blue.

Still, you were out of his life and left him empty but with a purpose. He was an idiot and he should be punished for what he did. 

All he needed to do was survive without you. He had to at least try. He needed to do this. He needed to fall in love with Clara. Do it for him and his state.

“Yeah…I love you…with all my heart.” He was supposed to say this to you, not her.

Clara’s hope glowed bright like the heavens as she threw herself on him, making him stumble back and fall onto the blanket. She straddled his hips, embracing him with all her might. Taehyung didn’t know what to do and laid there before hugging her back to avoid awkwardness.

She lifted her head that rested on his shoulder before giving him a deep kiss which he did back willingly. What felt like passion and an exchange of love from Clara was only messy, wet, and forced to Taehyung. She parted from him with a string of cold saliva stretched, their foreheads resting on one another.

She focused all her attention on the man she loves. The burning devotion flamed her whole body, wanting all of him, wanting all the love he had for her. At last, Na Clara, the socialite, the visual of South Korea, was with the rising idol, Kim Taehyung, V of BTS.

“I love you.” She cooed, pecking his nose.

Yet Taehyung’s eyes grew blurry as he lets go of more tears and pain within him. Through the fuzzy vision, he only thought of you. There wasn’t anyone in the world for him, but you. But he had to remind himself that you weren’t here.

This had to do. This had to work.

“I love you too.” I love you, ___, my Blue. He cried out. Clara giggled, thinking how incredibly sensitive he was being for her. She whispered reassurances and comforted him, saying that it’ll be okay and not to cry. She was here for him, always by his side, wanting to turn his dark days into sunshine and rainbows. It was all perfect. The couple, the love, the bond, all perfect, perfect, perfect.

Yet perfect never meant that this would work.

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semicompleted saturday many sentence sunday

Man, I missed all the tag games this week. Shit be crazy. But Michelle had the awesome idea to post the random outtakes we all have lying around, which is something I totally can do. Thanks to @heartstringsduet, @liminalmemories21, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @sanjuwrites, @rmd-writes, and @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut for the tags!

Rules: Share one scene or art that never made it into a/the finished piece and probably never will. (And if you want, share what it was supposed to be and why you left it out or never finished it)

This was originally meant for to build a home, and — after a one-line revelation — was quickly replaced by the post-engagement announcement scene, but I’m beginning to think it might be the start of something else entirely. Who knows?

He gets halfway through the baguette, moving another slice from the bowl of vanilla-swirled milk to coat in frothy egg batter on both sides, before he considers that he might be making too much. It’s been years since he made his abuela's torrejas, a taste first too tied to faith for him to take on — memories marked with ashes and palms and all the things he had to give up for longer than Lent — and then too involved to make for no one but himself. But despite the lack of bolillo in the bread box and the fact that he only has extract, not her precious paste, he'd felt the overwhelming urge to make a batch this morning. They'd always been her favorite for celebration, after all, and he’d woken up too soon in a space too quiet and needed something to do with his hands. Carlos sets the new slice in the pan of hot oil and carefully flips the one before with a spatula, then lifts the last one out entirely, both sides golden brown and perfect, and sets it on the baking sheet with the rest. It's probably fine. It'll all be fine. He glances at the open door to the bedroom and thinks, distinctly, that he should stop, right before his hands slice the rest of the loaf into equal, even pieces. He's frying off the last of it when TK pads through the door, all bedhead and bleary eyes, scrubbing at his scrunched face like a toddler, and just the sight of him makes Carlos' heart swell behind his ribs. "Hi baby," TK mumbles, sleep-slurred, snaking his arms around Carlos’ waist and smearing his lips over his shoulder. "Is there coffee?" Carlos shakes his head, swallowing before he chances sound. "I didn't want the smell to wake you.” TK snorts into his skin. "It smells like Sunday morning on the Seine in here. I doubt the coffee would even make a dent." Setting the spatula aside, Carlos looks from the tray of too many torrejas to the pan of homemade syrup on the stove, two cones of piloncillo steeped in cinnamon and clove, and figures he probably has a point. TK lets him go with an adorable little sigh and a squeeze to the swell of his hip, trudging off to put on a pot. For a few moments, it’s just another morning — Carlos cooking, TK chasing caffeine. The two of them sharing the same space, comfortably separate, before they came together again. It occurs to him then that this culinary freak out on four hours sleep might have been for the wrong reasons. Morning has come, but maybe TK doesn't actually regret it. Maybe he doesn't even remember. God, maybe Carlos had just dreamt it all up. Behind him comes the unmistakable sound of TK hauling himself onto the counter. "We're totally telling your parents first, by the way. I had a dream that we posted a picture of you arresting me in bed with the caption 'do these cuffs make me look engaged,' and my first call on shift was your mother fainting in the middle of the farmer's market."

No pressure tagging @ambiguouspenny, @reyesstrand, @catanisspicy, @orchidscript, @welcometololaland, @never-blooms, and @carlos-in-glasses.

#seven sentence sunday #my writing #to build a home #the proverbial plate

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Code Blue Ch. 49-No Escape From Now

Summary: Josie spends a long stormy night with Dave. The boy who cried wolf puts him in the dog house. A sweet smelling apology is made. CHEERS! The thunder rolls and Josie has had enough. The boy cries bloody wolf again. The new sunny side up morning brings many surprises. The early bird catches more than the worm. Someone's anger gets the best of them. You have the right to remain silent. A shocking reveal comes to light as Lee remembers.

*Chapter Warnings* DARK, language, angst, alcohol use, mentions of murder, graphic gif depictions, self pleasure, smut, mild violence, arrest,

Chapter characters: Josie, David, Luke, Lee

Chapter word count: 5,317

Grandview, MA

March 21, 2022

You were stiff as a board on the long and treacherous drive back to Dave's as the relentless rain had mutated into an angry wind storm full of tumultuous thunder and livid lightning along the way. He tried to hold your hand to calm your anxiety but you insisted he keep both of his hands on the wheel. Finally, after 30 torturous minutes of having to pee, Dave pulled into the driveway of his humble little abode in Grandview that was perfect for a bachelor like him and a perfect getaway for you, but deep down you knew that there was no escape from now.

"You ready??" Dave asked with his hand on the door handle. "1...2.......3!"

Bolting out of the truck, you squealed as you ran into the dry safe haven of the foyer with Dave chuckling behind you.

"You don't lock your doors?" you panted as you dripped all over the floor.

"Guess I forgot in my rush to chase a 5 year old ghost." he jested and helped you out of your wet jacket. "I'll go check the house if it will make you feel better."

"Yeah well...duhh!" you riposted and stood in place while you watched Dave run up the creaky wooden stairs, skipping every other step with his long strides.

After hearing his footsteps and door after door close to the 3 bedrooms, bathroom and closets...all went quiet.

"Dave??" you meeped as you leaned without stepping out of place to peek up the L shaped staircase.

There was still no answer and then.....

"AHHH!!!!" Dave bellowed, sending you sprinting backwards against the front door.

Frozen solid and panting heavily, you managed to stutter out his name. "D...David!?"

You gasped and damn near relieved your full bladder as Dave's hand slapped over the doorway's frame and then his face slowly appeared with a wicked grin.

"You....ASSHOLE!!!"

You stomped off through the kitchen and into the bathroom, slamming the door shut as hard as you could.

"Josie." Dave snickered as he tapped on the door. "I'm sorry. I was just playi..."

"If I didn't have to pee so damn bad, I would have gotten a frying pan and knocked you into next week!... Arrrrgh!"

"Jo, really. I'm sorr...."

The toilet flushed and the door instantly swung open with you standing there, you lips pursed and your narrowed eyes fuming.

"Damn you're so cute when you're mad."

"Asshat." you snarled and shoved past him to the kitchen where you angrily pulled out 2 margarita glasses with the cactus stems and stared him down. "Well??? It's midnight, margarita man and they better be extra strong."

"Yes dear." he snarked as he now stood before you, peering down at you with an arched brow.

"What?"

"The blender. It's behind you."

"Oh..."

You stepped aside with a huff and went to sit on a stool at the table bar that extended off of the gas stove island in the center of the small but homey kitchen and watched him collect the items to concoct his merciless margaritas. The same ones he made at Jason's funeral reception that, by the end of the night, had Orlando carrying you up to your bed.

"Damn it." Dave snapped as he rooted through the fridge.

"What now?"

"I don't have any oranges or limes."

"Soooo, use that Rosie's lime juice and surely you must have some OJ??"

Dave gasped. "Sacrilege! Fresh squeezed is the only way to go to create my magicritas."

"Alright Mr. perfectionist. Wine will have to do."

"Nope. I promised midnight margaritas and that is what I will make you. Just give me 15 minutes."

Dave began putting his coat back on with a rain jacket over top and grabbed his keys.

"Wait, what are you doing????"

"Running down to the 24/7 on the corner."

"In this storm?? At midnight???"

"Citrus Jo. Need citrus. It's right around the corner. You know that. I'll be back in a jiffy."

Before you could further protest, Dave was out the door and driving off in his truck.

You locked the door behind him and went back to the kitchen to at least grab a beer and some snacks while you waited. Upon opening the fridge, there in plain sight sat a bag of oranges and limes.

"What the???" you whispered as you yanked them out of the fridge. "What the hell are you up to my bff?"

You popped open the strangely named beer that you were not even going to attempt to pronounce and sat back down, sipping on it with a sour expression, for to simply put it, it tasted like shit and as you waited in your parched boredom, your thoughts began to roam about Dave's gift that Lee also possessed.

Dave had first opened up to you about his ability to see and speak to the dead shortly after a trauma he had suffered which you had helped him through. Although he had seen things as a child, the older he got, the less the occurrences became until they eventually ceased altogether but his mediumship strangely returned after witnessing his biological father, Victor Cassadine, murder the man he had known as his father for most of his life, Duke Lavery. It had all went down at a yearly Metro Court event, the Nurses Ball, that you attended with Dave and Britt. Later that evening, you found Dave on the pier, holding Duke who died in his arms from a bullet wound to the chest and Victor was never implicated because, before you showed up, he coerced Dave to lie by threatening the people he loved.

The rich and powerful Cassadine clan weren't connected to the mob but were highly infamous nonetheless with their Russian royalty bloodlines, pretty much like Gerry's Greek tycoon father, Victor Kiriakis and in your opinion, they both put the mafia to shame with their capabilities and lack of morals, which is why Dave's relationship with his father was a bit rocky, unlike Gerry's with his dad and that always baffled you since he was a law abiding citizen with a badge. None of it made sense with Dave either, for he still adored his troublesome mother who had many ties to that world, one being of Cesar Faison, Britt's terrorist father. Organized crime or not, it was all the same to you and you had become sucked into all of it beginning with one person. Jason.

Now your thoughts went to Lee. He had certainly suffered a great trauma. The accident with Jacob and his death. Could that be a relevant reason as to why Lee could see his son? He had also seen his mother and father at one point. But why was it happening now and not then? Or could this all be related to something that happened long ago and has something to do with what Lee has been harboring? Maybe you should just go and force it out of Luke but, would that further damage things between you and Lee? Or maybe...too much damage had already been done and you should just let it all go. Lee included.

You heard the slamming of Dave's truck door and ran to greet him because now you felt bad for jumping down his throat, although he deserved it.

The front door opened before you could open it and in walked a damp but still dashing Dave who whipped the hood of his raincoat off and quickly handed you a dozen red roses that he was concealing behind his back.

"For you." he softly said with a sweet smile. "I'm really sorry."

"These are some odd looking fruit. You went out in this mess just to buy me an apology?"

"Actions speak louder than words."

"Yeah well now you owe me one for lying about the reason you went." you quipped and you inhaled the heavenly floral aroma, then headed to the kitchen in search for a vase.

Dave followed you as he removed his coat and shoes, then he saw the oranges and limes on the counter.

"Busssted....but if I would have told you why I was going, it just wouldn't have been as meaningful as a surprise."

You approached him and pushed his saturated strands from his baby blues. "Alright. You're forgiven, now get busy. You're late."

Dave glanced at the clock that now said 12:15. "On it! Why don't you go pick out that movie."

"K...but I've had enough horror for the night. How about a fantasy? We still need to watch Snow White, A Tale of Terror."

"And that's not horror??" Dave asked as he kicked the blender on.

"It's more witchy than slasher."

"You've only seen it a thousand times. You just like go on about Gutenberg, swearing that he is me. And let us not forget that his first name is Peter."

"Never mind that. They say everyone has a twin and he is yours."

Dave came in with the drinks, sat them down and got a fire going.

"I do not look like him and I hate his clothes, plus he has red hair Jo. The only one that looks good around here with fiery tresses is you."

"Hmmm I don't know. Gutenberg is pretty hot." you giggled as you took a huge gulp of your liquid gold.

"Right. That must be why Lilli wanted to be with Will instead. Wait, did you just call me hot?"

"Nope. You don't look like him remember??"

"Alright, the movie is going in Princess. Zip your lip unless it's to drink."

You grinned and cuddled up beside him on the couch. After halfway through the movie and 3 drinks in, you couldn't hold your tipsy tongue anymore.

"See!!! LOOK. It's YOU!! Baby blues and all!!"

"Ok. You're cut off." he chuckled. "It's almost 2 am Josie. Let me put the fire out and help you up to the guest room."

"I can walk Davey!"

"Josie, even when sober, you couldn't walk from here to the front door without tripping over nothing."

"Hardy har har. Fine. I have so much shit to do tomorrow anyways but right now, all I want to do is sleep off this twisted tequila."

Dave took care of the fireplace as you sucked out every last drop from your glass, then his and when you stood up, the booze caught up with you. Down you went, laughing like a hyena.

"You see?? Come on. It's piggy back time."

Dave crouched over in front of you and you clumsily climbed on, burying your nose into his rain scented hair, then up the stairs he carried you and let you slide down onto the bed.

"Goodnight Jo Jo."

You took his hand and wouldn't let him go as he turned to leave.

"Thank you for the roses and the midnight madness. You know I love you right?"

Dave's smile held a subtle sadness. "Just not in the way Lilli loves Will."

"Dave I..."

"Shhh. Go to sleep. I'm right next door if you need me. Night Jo."

He kissed your head and left, shutting the door behind him and you laid there for a moment, gazing at the spinning ceiling.

"Not in the way I love you Lee." you whispered and then your eyes closed.

3 hours later, they popped wide open when a bellowing boom of thunder shook your bed. Gasping as you realized where you were, you ran straight into Dave's room in a panting panic, startling him awake from his deep slumber. You never understood how anyone could sleep through such a ruckus.

"Josie? Hey, it's ok. Come here."

"No. No Dave. I...I need to go home."

"What? Jo, it's 5:30 am. Wait till sunrise and I'll make you some breakfast, then I'll take you. Come lay down with me. I won't bite....hard." he joked as he bobbed his brows up and down.

You knew he was just trying to help you relax but you couldn't do it. You had already felt guilty about sleeping in Orlando's bed the night, even if it was solely to keep an eye on his breathing after Luke had almost choked the life out of him. You had been honest with Lee and he understood, but you didn't think he would about it being over a storm.

"Dave, no. I really shouldn't."

He sighed and seemed a bit peeved. "We've been best friends for how long now and I have never tried anything on you now have I? I wouldn't do that. I don't see the problem with trying to comfort you when you're scared."

"Dave I know that. That's not the problem. It's...Lee."

"How did I already know that?" he bemoaned.

"Dave, I..."

"Josie, it's fine. I'll get up and take you."

"Well...could we still eat breakfast first? I'm really hungry."

"Sure. Let me go grab a shower. I'll see you downstairs in a bit." he uttered and headed down the hall to the bathroom.

You ran to the doorway. "Dave, you shouldn't take a shower in a stor..."

"I'll be fine Josie." he interrupted with a sigh full of sarcasm and shut bathroom the door without even looking back at you.

Dave turned the water and undressed, then climbed in when it was cold enough to wake him up and put other parts of him to sleep. he leaned on the wall and doused his head under the cool stream as he stared down at his uncooperative morning wood, so he decided to quickly satisfy it's needs.

After lathering up his hand with some soap, he swiftly brought his throbbing member to a hip shattering release in merely 20 vigorous strokes just to get it over with, for he felt guilty that he thought of you while doing so and he blamed it on the dream he was having just before you woke him up. One where you desired him in ways he could have never imagined.

As he panted through the last pulse, he then raised the temperature to a tolerable warmth and let the water drown his face...until he realized the water had turned to blood.

"AHHHHH! HEY!!!" he shrieked as he backed away in a daze.

You sat on the edge of his bed, checking your phone to see if your mom had called and since she hadn't, you figured no news was good news and surprisingly, you didn't have any texts or calls from Lee either, which you weren't so sure if that was good news.

You brought up Lee's number and as your finger hovered with hesitancy over the call button, you heard Dave's yell and this time, it sounded legit. Dropping your phone, you raced to the bathroom door but it was locked so you you began pounding on it.

"Dave!!! What's wrong???!!!"

He stared up at the showerhead and then in a moment of clarity and humiliation, he realized it was only rust.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. It's just a plumbing job I did the other day. Rusty water."

"O...oh." you sighed in relief and then giggled. "Gross."

"I heard that! Not funny Jo."

You started singing to tease him. "Karma karma karma karma karma chameleon, you come and go, you come and gooooo ohhh!"

"Girl, I'm going to come out there butt ass naked and carry you in here with me! Here I come!!" he playfully threatened.

"Oh hell no!" you squealed and ran downstairs laughing, knowing he wasn't going to chase you naked.

As you stood in the downstairs bathroom brushing your teeth with the toothbrush Dave kept there specifically for you, you had to smile. One of the best things about your relationship with Dave was that it was easy. There were no secrets and you both understood each other without even having to speak and even when you pissed each other off, it only lasted a hot minute. He was a safe place for you. If you hadn't been involved with Gerry when you met Dave, things might have been different between you and Dave.

The storm had passed and as you and Dave finished up your breakfast of French toast and sausage, the early bird was outside waiting for his meal. A meal ticket that was....and just then, the landline rang.

Dave sighed with an eye roll and wiped his mouth, then got up to answer it.

"Probably work wanting me to come in early since I'm due back today from my vacation. Hello? Dr. Conrad speaking."

"Ahh, Dr. Conrad. Just the person I have been trying to reach. Clearly you are home since you answered the phone and also there's your truck in the driveway. I guess you just didn't hear me knocking earlier."

Dave went straight to the living room window and peeled back the curtain.

"I was in the sho...I'm sorry, who is this?" he asked with furrowed brows and then caught sight of the forest green dodge charger parked in front of the neighbor's house with deeply tinted side windows.

"Pardon my manners doctor. I'm detective Luke Evans with the Salem Police Department. I have been trying to reach you for questioning in the matters of the recently deceased Elizabeth Webber and now, an injured, possibly attacked miss Megan March. Both women you know. May I come up?"

"It's 8 am??''

"Well you've been a hard man to locate so I figured I'd have a better shot at catching you bright and early. This won't take long."

"Give me a minute."

"I'll be right here waiting. Alright bye."

Dave hung up and Luke watched the front door like a hawk.

"Dave?? Who was that? Is someone here?" you asked in concern as you stood in the dining room watching him.

"Just as you said last night at the hospital. That the cops would be all over this."

"The police are here???"

"Just one. Your new favorite detective."

"Ohhhh hell no. Luke...is here??"

You whipped the curtain back open, but didn't see his bike. "Where??"

"Green charger."

Once you saw it, your anger towards him resurfaced from his prior visit at Lee's lake house and you bolted right out the door.

"Unnnnbelievable!" you erupted as you marched straight for him which caught Luke off guard , for he was just as stunned to see you as you were him.

He didn't even have a chance to get out of the car when there you were, dispensing your rage at him outside his window.

"You came all the way to Grandview?! What are you doing here??!!"

He rolled the window down with his hazel hues locked in yours. "Can I get out of the car to explain?"

You stepped back with a huff and a sarcastic sway of your arm in a gesture of agreement.

"By all means, please do detective dick."

Luke sighed as he stepped out. "Classy Jo. Do you want to tone it down a little bit?"

No, I do not. Not even a little bit and don't speak to me about class when you know nothing about it."

"Ok, I get it. You're still salty...."

"Salty?" you derisively laughed. "I'm furious! You do know interrogation rooms at the POLICE station are there for a reason?? Yet you insist on randomly showing up at people's homes like a feral fucking cat. All you had to do was call him and ask him to come in and he would have."

"I did call. Multiple times this morning before I came here, but I guess you and the good doctor here were.....sleeping?"

You wanted to wipe his smug smirk right off of his face. "Ohhhh, don't you even. Yes, we WERE sleeping and not that it's any of your business, if you must know, I slept in the guest room."

"Well thank you for the 411 but now I need some from David if you don't mind."

"Actually I DO mind. This is bullshit and..."

Dave appeared next to you. "Josie, it's ok. I have nothing to hide."

"I know you don't but this is not ok Dave!"

"Look Jo. The sooner the doc here answers my questions, the sooner I can get out of your hair unless you want to keep interfering with the investigation, then..."

"Then what Luke? You'll arrest me??"

He took a step forward and now stood towering over you, peering down with a cocky brow.

"Don't tempt me."

You stood your ground and stepped forward as well with your stomach merely inches from his as you glared up at him.

"Go ahead. I dare you."

Luke dropped his head and smiled, shaking his head in disbelief as he rubbed his eyes and heavily sighed.

"You do realize I am just doing my job right? Would you be giving Gerry such a hard time of he were the one here??"

"Yeah well I hate your job and yes, yes I would be the same way with Gerry but I would rather deal with him than you any day."

"Well he's not here. I am, so deal with it or I can begin reading you your rights. Your choice sweetheart."

"Fine." you sneered and then mumbled under your breath as you moved beside Dave. "God I can't stand him."

"Alright. David. First things first." Luke began as he pulled out his pen and little black book that Craig had called it. You chuckled inside when you also remembered what he called Luke. An audacious British fuck, for that he was.

"Where were you 2 nights ago on the 20th of March up to last night when you arrived at the hospital with the injured miss March?"

Dave's eyes flowed down to you with reluctance, for he knew you were going to flip when you heard his answer.

"I...was on Spoon island. I had actually been there for the past 6 days."

Your mouth dropped open. "You were at Wyndemere????!!! And you're just now telling me this??"

"He's actually telling me." Luke griped at you, then aimed his next question at Dave. "What's Wyndemere?"

Of course you answered for Dave as you stared at the nervous doctor and it was quite acerbic.

"Oh it's just Dracula's creepy castle on it's very own remote island on the outskirts of Salem, how fitting, and it has an abundance of secret tunnels probably filled with coffins and let us not forget the multiple parapets that people have either fallen from or been tossed off of over the years."

Dave became annoyed. "Ok, my father is not a vampire and that castle is just a mansion on an island with a cottage and even a horse stable. It was a nice getaway from life."

Now your eyes gaped to match your mouth. "Since when do you call Victor your father???"

"Since that's what he is Jo!"

"By DNA only!!! He's a murderous monster or did you forget what he..."

"That's enough Jo." Dave spat through his teeth with his eyes reminding you to keep your mouth shut.

"Yes, that's enough of your whinging." Luke protested. "David, what is Victor's full name and what is this about murder??"

"Victor Cassadine. You may have heard the surname before as it's quite notorious, just as the rumors are, like Josie was speaking of."

"And this man is your father as you stated? Will he vouge for you?"

"Yes. I am sure he will."

"Is there anyone else that can also attest to your whereabouts? And...at anytime during your stay, did you leave the island?"

"There's a ferry that goes to and from there at specific times, but I did not leave. You can question the ferryman. It's always the same guy except on rare occasions. He saw me and I do have my tickets for both their and back. I'll go get them."

"That was quite the detailed narrative there Josie. Did you get that from watching the vampire diaries? Or maybe from that book you were reading? The Cult of Dolos was it?"

"Oh shut up. Now that we have a minute alone. Why don't you tell me about Sam Colin???"

All of Luke's movements ceased as his eyes seemed hypnotized by that name.

"Wh..who?"

"Don't play dumb with me. Lee told me and now I want to hear it from you."

Luke was now trying to read you like a book as he shifted his weight to one leg and raised a brow.

"Lee told you huh? Told you what...exactly?"

"That you set him up somehow."

"Somehow? So Lee did NOT tell you." Luke stepped forward again, so close that you actually took a step back. "Don't toy with me Jo. I don't like games."

"I'm not toying with you. He told me Luke. All about how that name was one of Peter's aliases, but of course he did not know that at the time and something bad...really bad, happened because of it and I want to know what it was."

Luke's jaw clenched and grinded. "Did it ever occur to you that if he wanted you to know, he would tell you or...just maybe... he can't tell you?? Why can't you just leave well enough alone??"

"Because Lee isn't well!! He's changing because of whatever this fucking secret is. Do you even care about him at all??? Ever since you came back, it's triggered something inside of him. He physically attacked me from a deep sleep because he thought I was someone that was trying to hurt him!! I also know that Peter's brother, some Charles Rane who was a terrorist like their father Faison, was involved and that Lee set off some bomb that killed him. And he also talked about people being shot in front of him!"

"Well it would seem you have the answer to your question then. It makes sense yes? Lee is simply having some PTSD episodes."

"And it was something you caused to happen! It all makes sense as to why he has been so aggressive towards you. So what was it Luke?? What did you do to him? According to him, you and he were really close at one time and now all he wants to do is rip your head off after what you did to Landy. What did you do Luke????"

"Ok. You need to back your ass up and stay in your lane. This has nothing to do with you little girl. You wanna fuck with the bull, you gotta deal with the horns." he snarled in your face with flaring nostrils like that of said bull which was very similar to what he had done to you at Orlando's.

"This ain't my first rodeo with a steer, you know, a castrated male trying to compensate for what he lacks by playing tough guy?"

"You know, I will never understand what Lee ever saw in you. If anyone has changed him, it's you. I thought Liz was the cause of his downfall, but you..."he chuckled. "you clearly have her beat. Tell me Jo, does Lee know you're here? You really seem to like that doctor dick. Which one is bigger? Lee's, Dave's or Landy's?? Inquiring minds want to know."

Like a bull, you saw red and just snapped. A sharp sear of adrenaline mixed with anger rushed through you and you charged Luke, shoving him hard against his car.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM??!!!"

The next thing you knew, Dave's arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back.

"Josie, what the hell are you doing??!!"

Dazed and confused, Luke held his back against the car for a few seconds and then his lips planted together in a thin line as he became fed up. He abruptly pushed himself up, pulled out his handcuffs and grabbed your wrist,

"That's it. You have the right to remain silent." he began to recite as your eyes widened at the click of the first cuff.

"Whoa whoa. What are you doing??" Dave intervened.

Luke took you other wrist and continued, ignoring the concerned doctor as you and Luke's eyes were fixed upon each other.

Click.

"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you? With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”

You said nothing as you glowered up at him.

"Come on man. Can't you give her a break?" Dave desperately asked.

"I am. I handcuffed her in the front." Luke gloated and opened the front door of his car. "Which is why you will sit where I can see you."

You refused to move as he placed his hand on your upper arm. " Gerry will take care of this. I'm not worried Dave."

"You assaulted a police officer. Although it's misdemeanor in Massachusetts, it carries anywhere form 90 days to 2 and a half years. Even Gerry can't make that go away for an entitled brat like you."

"We'll see about that...and on the ride back...don't speak to me and I won't speak to you ok?." you barked and got in the car.

"You promise?" Luke cheerfully riposted.

Luke buckled you in, roughly tugging the belt to tighten it and then brought his lips only inches from yours, his hot mouthwash breath tickling your lips as he whispered with a smug smirk.

"Comfy?"

He slammed the door and turned to Dave, taking the ferry tickets from him and then he got in the car and as he drove away, you frowned and looked at Dave as you mouthed 2 words to him.

"I'm sorry."

Lee awoke from his drug and alcohol induced slumber feeling worse than he had the night before and it wasn't from medicating himself. It was the lucid dreams that he couldn't escape from no matter what he put in his body to try and tame them, for there was no escape from now.

As he stood at the bay window in his high rise office, flashes of those dreams haunted him, only they weren't dreams. They were memories.

All he wanted to do was pick up the phone and call you and tell you everything, but he could barely weather the visions, let alone speak of them. How was he supposed to tell you that the cause of his mother's death and his father's illness were all a lie?

Lee reached down into his pocket and pulled out a silver pocket locket that he belonged to his father. As he opened it, he stared down at the photo he had placed inside of his young parents and him as a baby.

With tears of guilt growing in his sapphire eyes, he spoke to it.

"I wasn't the good son you told me I was dad. If you could have remembered, you would have never said it. You've been gone a month today, but I guess you had already been gone years before that. I'm sure you know everything now, wherever you are and I hope you can forgive me."

Lee snapped the locket shut and dried his tired eyes, then headed home to shower and later go to visit his mom and dad's graves. Maybe even go to church that he had been neglecting and ask God for forgiveness as well. Even as upset as you were with him, he prayed you would come still come for the visit, for he needed you now more than ever.

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To Hunter How to make chopped centipede lizard meat: 1: Hunt down some centipedes, remove the nails, head and tail. Soak in salt for 10 minutes. 2: Prepare a bit of saliva from the flaming lizard and stir with salt, put the stirred sauce into a pot with oil and stir fry for 3 minutes, then fish out and put in a small bowl and set aside. 3: Cut the soaked centipede into sections (remember to cut the legs off) and fry them in the pan, then set aside. 4: Kindly" go find some green lizards and borrow some of their belly meat, chop it up and mix it with the previous sauce and then stir-fry it in the wok. 5: Add a small amount of oil, then add the previously prepared centipede segments and stir-fry together for about 5 minutes. When you smell the strong aroma, you can add other seasonings according to your preference. 6: Enjoy, (PS: Don't use an oversized centipede, your wok doesn't seem that big. Right, you wouldn't use it, would you?)

To Artificer If you are given a red button, press it and Hunter will say goodbye to Rot (pre-Hunter unaware.), but Enot will be chased by the Rot for several streets. Would you press it?

To Enot Same question as last time, Artificer should have no problem pressing that button.

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scug asks are closed so i cant answer them as the characters until the third one aha

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[blues824]

i was just watching the movie tangled, and i couldn't help but realise how similar flynn and mammon are (if you look it up, they both have the same mbti of estp, which explains their similarities lmao). but i was wondering if you could do the om brothers with an mc like rapunzel (magical and long hair, personality, etc)? thank you, if so! <3

Fun fact: When I was younger, I didn’t watch a lot of Disney. I was more into Tim Burton films, and I still am! My Disney obsession only started a few years ago, and when a few Tim Burton films came onto Disney+, I couldn’t help myself.

Also, I took a few liberties and decided to do a mini-fantasy!Au here where the brothers act as the thief/Flynn, but with a twist for each brother. Another thing, Satan here reminds me of the prince from Into The Woods…

Since these scenarios turned out to be longer than originally planned, I will give you the three brothers I think fit best with this.

He was just trying to steal something for Prince Diavolo. You see, the crown had a gem that could save the lives of their people. He saw the tower as he was being chased by the Royal Guard and hid in there. Then he was hit with something made of metal.

When he came to, he noticed that he was stuck in a chair. He was tied down with what looked like… hair? He looked around and saw a silhouette in the tower’s window. There was also a chameleon that was perched on his shoulder. Now that he thought about it, his ear felt weird.

“Who are you, and how did you find me?”

Lucifer

“My name is Lucifer. Might I ask who you are and why I’m tied up?”

“Y/N. You didn’t answer my other question: How did you find me?”

“I was being chased and found this tower. I decided to climb in and hide.”

“You don’t want my- You know what? Never mind. You’re tied up because you are a trespasser and I don’t know who you are.”

First impressions aside, you actually get along just fine. You both worked out a deal where you would return the crown in turn to see the lanterns. He is slightly amused by how gullible you are and how you try to hide it. You try your best to break his walls down and get him to be more casual.

He’s glad that you don’t partake in the whole “damsel in distress” stereotype. If the whole frying pan situation didn’t give it away, you are quite different. You utilize what tools you have in order to survive, and he respects that. 

The amount of times you turned a dire situation into a fun experience is too many to count. Usually, people as bright as you would dim in such gruesome places. No, you wouldn’t let that happen to yourself. You would stick to your principles no matter what.

You tend to see the beauty inside of everything. You won’t let anything get you down or defeat you. When Lucifer was in your tower, he saw how you maximized all of the space you had by filling the walls with your art. You also picked up many hobbies and could be described as ‘book-smart’. 

When you both make it to the lanterns, he’s sad because this means you both would have to leave each other. But he would never admit it. He stares into your eyes as you both lean in closer and closer, but in the distance, he sees something.

He rowed the boat to the shore to see what was going on. He sees some of the demons that he partnered up with to steal the crown and goes over to give it to them. He was prepared for an ambush and had his dagger in hand. These demons showed such great promise in Diavolo’s court… such a pity.

What he didn’t expect was for you to be gone when he got back to the boat. He looked all over the island, getting more and more worried as more time passed and he still didn’t find you. You couldn’t have gone that far, could you? 

Then he remembers: your mother. She must have taken you back to your tower! He started the long journey back to your tower on Maximus, who was also worried about your wellbeing. What took a few days the first time took maybe an hour.

When he was at the base of the tall building, he called your name. He received no answer and started climbing. He got to the window and dropped in, where he saw you tied up with your own hair. He was then stabbed by your mother.

After the whole ordeal of Lucifer cutting your hair and your hair causing your ‘mom’ to trip and fall out of the window, you noticed that his breathing was becoming labored. You knelt by his side and tried using your hair, but the magic was gone. You started crying and crying. You loved him. You grew to love him.

Then, with the magic that remained in your tears, Lucifer’s wound started to heal. Once it fully healed, he pulled you into a sweet kiss. The amount of relief you felt was immeasurable. Then you both realized what you had to do.

You, after reconnecting with your parents, talked to Prince Diavolo. He was the ‘acting King’, so he would have jurisdiction over the court. You told him that marriage between you and Lucifer would benefit both kingdoms, and Diavolo was all for it. He wanted to see his trusted advisor happily wed, so he granted your wish and let you both live happily ever after.

Mammon

“Who the hell are you? And why am I tied up?!”

“Answer my question or face the consequences, thief.”

“I am the Great Mammon. I was being chased and I found this tower and decided to hide here.”

“I am Y/N, and you’re tied up because I don’t trust you. Now, here’s what’s going to happen…”

He found this totally unfair! You just caught him off-guard! You had an unfair advantage! Now he has to take you to go see some stupid lanterns just so he can take the crown to Diavolo and get a big reward. If you just gave it to him, you both could go separate ways and never see each other again.

I’d say he’s also glad that you can handle yourself. You are actually saving him more than he saves you, so yeah. He’s concerned with how gullible you are. Y/N, don’t you know you could get hurt if you’re persuaded so easily?!

However, he likes how you can brighten up any situation. In the pub, you were able to convince all the demons inside to chase their dreams. They even helped you both escape the Royal Guard! Maybe you weren’t so bad after all!

He has noticed how you see beauty in the simplest of things. When in your tower, he saw all the paintings on your walls. You seemed to be obsessed with the lanterns. Through your hobbies, you have saved him and yourself numerous times.

He gets stressed when you both get to the lanterns. He will make up every excuse to stall and spend more time with you. You see, he grew to love you and he didn’t want to go separate ways after this. When the lanterns were released, you both leaned closer and closer, but he saw something in the distance.

He rowed the boat to the shore and told you to stay where you were. He gave the crown to the demons he worked with and called quits, but they said differently. He was ambushed and tied to a boat and headed towards the island where the Royal Guard was expecting him.

When he came to, he was arrested on sight. He was being walked through the prison when he noticed a few of the demons that ambushed him were also there. He pushed up against the gate and yelled at them, demanding your whereabouts. They fessed up, and he immediately grew worried.

When the demons in the pub and Maximus helped him escape jail, he immediately mounted the horse and rushed to your tower. That was the only place he knew you’d be, and he was going as fast as he could.

When he was at your tower, he called your name. After receiving no response, he opted to climb. He got to the window and jumped inside, where he saw you tied up. Then, there was an immediate stabbing pain in his stomach and he fell to the ground, writhing in pain.

After the whole ordeal of Mammon cutting your hair and your hair causing your ‘mom’ to trip and fall out of the window, you noticed that his breathing got slower and harder. You started crying. This was the first person you ever fell in love with, and you were not about to lose him.

With your magical tears, Mammon’s wound started healing. Once it closed, Mammon looked up at you and pulled you into a kiss of gratitude and relief. Once you both pulled away, you both knew the next course of action.

You talked with your birth parents (you were still the heir to the throne) and with Prince Diavolo about the matter of you two being wed. Your parents immediately accepted after seeing how he made you happy as well as him being the one to bring you home. Diavolo said yes because he wanted to party at the wedding, but also because Mammon matured through this journey.

And you both lived happily ever after.

Satan

“My lady, my name is Satan. I was being chased and found this tower and made the decision to climb into it. May I ask for your name and why I’m tied up?”

“My name is Y/N. Now, imagine someone breaks into your house and you don’t know them, but you have the element of surprise. Wouldn’t you take that opportunity?”

“Touche. Now, would you care to let me out of these confines?”

“Not yet. I have a few conditions…”

Well this was certainly not expected. You were threatening him to take you to go see some lanterns? Didn’t you know they come out every year for the heir’s’ birthd- oh. He had never pieced pieces together so fast. And you didn’t know?!

He’s always wanted to be the one to save the person in distress, but he finds it cool that you can handle yourself. You both share the work that comes along the way, and you both come to the unspoken understanding that you both have had many opportunities to stab each other in the back but you both have invested too much time and effort into this.

He would be both concerned and amused by how gullible you appear. But he’s also impressed with how you use that to your advantage somehow and you make a dire situation appear more bright. You’ve changed many lives and you didn’t even know it!

He guesses that being locked in a tower for 18 years might induce your creativity. He’s seen the art on the walls of your towers during his brief stay there. Plus, you weaponized a frying pan. You’re very clever, and he appreciates that.

He is deeply saddened by how ‘quick’ you both made it to the kingdom of Corona. That means you both will have to separate. Don’t you know his dream isn’t complete without you? When you get into the midst of all the lanterns, he leans in closer and closer until he sees something suspicious on the land.

He rows the boat to the shore and starts exploring. He had his dagger out when he was ambushed by the demons he partnered up with to get the crown, so he was prepared. He anticipated their every move, so it was an easy win for him.

What he didn’t anticipate was your disappearance. He came back to the boat and you weren’t there. He did see another set of footprints in the dirt, though… your mother was here. How else would the demons have known your location?

The person that kept you locked up in the tower for 18 years was taking you back? Not on his watch. There was no way he was going to let her take you away from him, or from your actual parents again. He called Maximus and rode like a bat from Hell to your tower.

Once he reached it, he called out your name, but he received no answer. He resorted to climbing up the tower, and when he reached the room, he was stabbed immediately. On his way to the floor, he saw you tied up

After the whole ordeal of Satan cutting your hair and your hair causing your ‘mom’ to trip and fall out of the window, you noticed that his breathing became labored. You knelt by his side and tried using your hair, but the magic was gone. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! You wanted to see the lanterns with him again and again!

As more and more tears spilled from your eyes onto him, you noticed that Satan’s wound started healing. You have never felt so happy in your life. When he could sit up, he pulled you into a deep kiss. When you both pulled away, you both looked at each other in mutual agreement.

After reconnecting with your actual parents, you brought up how you wanted to be married to Satan and they agreed to allow it. After all, he brought their child to them! Then you both approached Prince Diavolo and asked him for his blessing as well and he gladly accepted! The amount of joy on your faces was enough to persuade him.

And you both lived happily ever after.

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me x reader #obey me! #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer #obey me mammon x reader #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #mammon #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan #satan x reader #satan

[kimyoonmiauthor]

Dessert Latkes without added sugar

The preamble bit... but I'm Korean Adoptee to a Jewish family. (And BTW, yeah, I have memories of South Korea, so don't chase me like an AH.)

Annnyyyyywayyy... every year at this time I wanted to find the original latkes recipe, which led me down a rabbit hole of trying different things to create this recipe. I wanted something Asian. I wanted something Jewish. So over the years I've tried:

Cheese

beets

turnip

Sweet Potato

Taro (big and small)

Carrots

True yams (which made my hands itch)

etc. Basically, if I thought I could fry it, I wanted to at least try it.

Through a lot of discoveries and trying things out for years on end, year after year, this is the best recipe I've found to fuse my Asian and Jewish side together. I'll go over the food sciences at the end to show how I developed this recipe.

5 eggs

4 small combs of taro, peeled.

1 large carrot (or two mediums)

1 okinawan purple yam.

1 tablespoon of cinnamon

1/4 teaspoon of ground nutmeg

1 tsp of ground allspice

1/4 tsp ground clove

1 thumb of peeled ginger, minced (or pounded)

3 cloves of garlic

1 thumb of galangal, peeled and minced (or pounded) (about same size as the ginger.

1-2 cups flour. (add gradually, may vary depending on weather.)

pepper and salt to taste.

Canola or peanut oil.

1. In food processor shred the carrot, taro and yam so they are about equal portions to each other.

2. pound the spices and flavorings so they are well blended together. (You can use a coffee grinder, but I used a mortar and pestle.)

3. Mix the shredded vegetables with the spices and aromatics.

4. Add the eggs.

5. Add the flour gradually, until it will hold together and all the flour is absorbed. Often the weather will determine the amounts needed.

6. Warm up the oil. I like to do a test latkes before I move forward. As with regular latkes, cast iron pan is the best and make sure to use an oil with a high smoke point such as canola or peanut oil.

7. Fry up the latkes in the oil until they are crispy.

8. You can serve it with honey, if you like and/or apple sauce, they will taste spicy and sweet at the same time. I like adding the spices and honey because it reminds me of land of milk and honey and the mention of spices.

9. After the Menorah lighting, you can talk about what the candles mean and also the Palestine/Israel conflict with seriousness it deserves. Because how can we remember our suffering when we try to forget the suffering of others done in our name?

Food Science:

The purple yam is dense and often fries slower than regular potatoes. Having tried it on its own, it's always this way.

The taro fries much quicker than the regular potatoes.

Thus the purple yam and the taro when combined cancel each other out, oddly enough. The carrot fries about the same rate as regular potato.

The carrot pairs well with cinnamon in dishes such as carrot cake. Carrots when paired well, have a natural sweetness to it. This is brought out by the purple sweet potatoes, which can be blindingly sweet. The taro helps them be crispy. It's pretty in the bowl together to see the purple, the orange and the white.

Cinnamon and allspice makes things taste sweeter even if there isn't any sugar.

The ginger, galangal is to add an Asian-ish flavor, but also pairs well with the cinnamon. Ginger hits first in terms of flavor, and the galangal hits last, so in terms of taste kinda has this odd symmetry.

The cloves and nutmeg add a complexity and spiciness. Kinda reminds me of the holiday season.

The garlic is there to make it latkes, but is also something East Asia and Israel share with each other.

Thus, zero added sugar, makes these a tasty treat. I choose honey over pure sugar because I think it's on brand and certain kinds of honey can bring out the spices in the latkes, thus pair better than pure sugar can. If you do choose to go with honey, try to find the real stuff, not the fake stuff by going to a Farmer's market. It goes well with honey comb. Support your local bees.

#latkes #hanukkah

[whumpily-ever-after]

Till the World Ends Whump List

Summary: Golf is a lonely university student who is down on his luck. His brother is in prison, his girlfriend breaks up with him, and he learns he will have to share his scholarship with someone else. Then he hears the moon will crash into the earth (destroying everything) in twelve days. He attacks another student in a moment of desperation and changes the course of his few days left on earth. Now with Art by his side, the two of them will have to face their own demons as well as a group of people bent on ending their lives in order to make it to a bunker and survive the end of the world.

Country: Thailand

Year: 2022-2023

Genre: BL, thriller, romance, sci-fi

Watch it on: YouTube

Note: This show is 18+. Proceed with caution if you choose to watch. There is a PG13 version floating around but I couldn't find all of the episodes with that rating. Also, there are some gory moments in this show, especially in the last episode.

CW: S*icide, gore, cannibalism

Spoilers ahead...

Whumpee: Art played by Art Pakpoom Juanchainat

Episode 1: Hit over the head with a guitar, concern for him, unconscious, asking (whispering) for help

Episode 2: Wakes up gasping, bandage around his head, grabbing his head in pain, confused, stumbling, grabbing his head again, pushed against a wall, a hand placed over his mouth, scared, has no memory of how he ended up where he is (amnesia), head pain when he tries to remember; runs away, chased; a hand placed over his mouth, dragged back (to a safer place), held against a wall; learns the moon will crash into the earth in nine days, head pain, crying, says he wants to go home

Episode 3: Hiding; grabbed by the back of his shirt, threatened with a box cutter, crying, rescued; crying; nightmare (a memory), head pain

Episode 4: At gunpoint, slides down a wall, scared; hears a message that the world will be destroyed in eight days, sad; head pain

Episode 5: Scared; discovers that Golf was the one who hurt him

Episode 6: Crying, confronts Gold about attacking him; crying

Episode 7: Golf stands protectively in front of him, at gunpoint, sees a friend killed in front of him, crying, begging their attackers to stop

Episode 8: None

Episode 9: Knocked out with a crowbar; unconscious, gagged, hands bound behind his back (duct tape); hiding under a bed

Episode 10: Forced out from under the bed, manhandled, gun to the side of his head; arm around his throat, used as a hostage, gun to his head, crying; crying, hugging Golf as the moon crashes into the earth (dies)

Whumpee: Golf played by Best Anavil Charttong

Episode 1: Crying; heartbroken, believes everyone leaves him; shocked by his own actions

Episode 2: Feels guilty

Episode 3: Feels guilty; in shock, holding his shoulder, crying, blood on the back of his shoulder; in pain, knife wound on his back, liquid poured onto his wound, crying out, has his wound stitched; says he can’t sleep because his back is in pain, worried about his brother

Episode 4: At gunpoint, slides down a wall, uses himself as a human shield

Episode 5: Crying, tells his brother not to go anywhere again; feels guilty for continuing his lies, confesses to his brother

Episode 6: Confronted about his attack on Art; crying, comforted by his brother

Episode 7: Stands protectively in front of Art, at gunpoint, sees a friend killed right in front of him; crying

Episode 8: None

Episode 9: Knocked out with a crowbar; gagged, blood on his head, hands bound behind his back (duct tape); fights with a guy with a gun, kneed in the stomach, choked, kicked in the chest, falls against a door, slides down the door, punched in the face repeatedly, head knocked against the floor, choked

Episode 10: Head knocked against the floor, choked, at gunpoint; brother dies in his arms, crying; crying, hugging Art as the moon crashed into the earth (dies)

Whumpee: Gus played by Michael Kiettisak Vatanavitsakul

Episode 1: None

Episodes 2-4: No appearance

Episode 5: Hit in the head with a frying pan, knocked to the floor; holds a towel to his head

Episode 6: None

Episode 7: At gunpoint, sees a friend killed right in front of him, pulled to the floor; hands behind his back, knife held to his throat

Episode 8: None

Episode 9: Bruise on his neck, crying; at gunpoint; on his knees, gun pointed at the back of his head, knocked out; unconscious, gagged, hands bound behind his back (duct tape); smashed against a wall (while on someone's back), elbowed in the side, in a fight, headbutted, blood on his head, punched in the face, possibly knocked out

Episode 10: Unconscious, bleeding from the mouth; shot in the stomach; hand over his wound, helped to stand, falls back to the ground, dies

#till the world ends #thai drama #thai bl #whump list #whumplist #art pakpoom #best anavil #michael kiettisak

[himebushou]

For Day 1 of #KazukiWeek2023! Content warning: Mention of dead animals.

Acceptance

“You’re lookin’ at that bird like ya wanna eat it!”

“Am not,” Kazuki says automatically.  He rips his gaze from the sparrow – fixes Kiyoshi with the filthiest scowl he can summon.  Kiyoshi grimaces and sticks out his tongue.  Then, he smirks.  He cups one hand around his mouth and hollers,

“HEY!  Kurusu’s dreaming kitty cats again!”

Clamorous laughter.  Over the last few weeks, the others have become obsessed with Kiyoshi’s feeble joke: Kazuki’s so dumb he thinks he can turn into a cat and gobble up a bird.  Poor ickle Kazuki’s sooo hungry.  Poor itsy bitsy Kazuki wants a tail and whiskers and to chase birds around and say, “Miaow miaow miaow!” all day long!

More than anything, it’s the stupidity that’s irritating.  Of course he doesn’t want to be a cat.  What good are they?  Stupid strays, slinking from home to home, never belonging anywhere, hissing and spitting like oil in a frying pan.  Kazuki is far more interested in growing wings (like crow or a dove or a crane) and flying far, far away – until these memories fade into fragile specks and the sun dissolves, a red pin-prick on the horizon.

Not everyone remembers to be horrible all the time. 

Some of the girls like him, a bit.  They find his golden hair fairy-like.  And some of the little ones appreciate that Kazuki doesn’t mind reading out loud, occasionally, if he can find a book that still has most of its pages.  And some of the boys sort of admire how far Kazuki can kick the deflated soccer ball. 

There’s also Kiyoshi.

Kiyoshi’s the oldest because he’s been stuck here the longest.  That’s it.  He got here a whole day before Kazuki and that virtue, apparently, is enough to make him Kazuki’s senior.  Never mind that there are at least four kids at the House that are a few grades above them both – Kiyoshi’s parents obviously loved him the least and that means that he deserves the most, even though he isn’t the smartest or fastest or strongest.

It’s pathetic.

They’re playing hide-and-seek (Rika’s idea) and they’re playing on the streets (Aoi’s idea) and Kazuki and Kiyoshi are on the same team (an unlucky draw – so, fate’s idea).

Kiyoshi wants to lead, but Kazuki digs his nails into Kiyoshi’s wrist and pulls him down an alleyway.  Kiyoshi whimpers at the sudden gloom and Kazuki snaps, “Don’t wet yourself!”

Kiyoshi swats at Kazuki – snarls in denial – and is swept into silence when Kazuki says:

“Don’t bother.  I saw ’em hanging out your sheets this morning.”

He can imagine Kiyoshi’s face; it’ll be scarlet, a glowing heat-lamp warming the late autumn afternoon.  Kazuki smiles as they round a corner.  He strides forward and something moulds itself into the sole of his shoe; Kazuki’s stomach convulses and, instinctively, he throws out an arm.  Kiyoshi snarls again when he’s impaled by Kazuki’s elbow – Kazuki growls, “Shut up!” and forces Kiyoshi to retreat.

Finally, Kazuki can see what he stepped on.

“Oh, what the hell,” Kiyoshi breathes.  “Ya reckon it’s still alive?”

“Doesn’t look like it,” Kazuki returns.  “Half the bird’s missin’.  This thing’s dead, Kiyoshi.  Dead dead.”

“Oh.  Oh!”  A sniffle.  Kiyoshi blows his nose on his sleeve.  He clears his throat.  “We gotta bury it or somethin’,” he says at last.  “Since it ain’t alive no more.”

Kazuki rounds on Kiyoshi, incredulous.

“Why?”

Kiyoshi starts.  His lower lip trembles.  “Well.  You know.  Because we found it.  Since no one else is here, we gotta be the ones to sort it.”

“It’s sorted,” says Kazuki.  “This is nature.  Some cat probably ate half of this thing – don’t really know why it left so much meat – and some other cat’ll be along to take the rest.  Things live and die, Kiyoshi.  You know that.”

Kiyoshi mumbles, “Shoulda known you’d side with the cats.”

“I’m not siding with anything,” Kazuki’s voice is steeped with scorn.  “If you want to give it a funeral, Kiyoshi, be my guest.  But don’t expect me to cry about it.  It’s just some stupid bird.”

Kiyoshi nods.

Later, after the group have trooped home from their game and been scolded and sent to bed without supper, and the days have erupted in floods of ruby leaves and Kiyoshi has had enough time to tell the others, usually in whispered tones, about Kazuki’s words That Afternoon, there’s a… change.  The collective know, now, that Kazuki won’t cry or be shocked by nothing.  He’s the toughest.  He’s ruthless.

That’s how you establish dominance.

#buddy daddies #buddy daddies fic #kurusu kazuki #kazukiweek2023 #HI I AM STILL HERE #this is such a weird way to celebrate one of my favourite characters but #also! #the dialogue is heavily influenced by to kill a mockingbird #i've been listening to the audiobook in my car and PHEW

[lucero-is-here]

DANCES IN WEARING BONTEMPS’ HAT, KATHERINE’S JACKET, AND A SUIT THEY TOTALLY DIDN’T STEAL FROM LAWSON.

Ladies, gentlemen and folks! Welcome to the cabaret show! Today as our star, Marla De Paradis!

Requested by:

Now I don’t know her the most- but let’s go.

- she spends a lot of time on her appearance. She wants to look beautiful, and that takes a lot of time.

- she has a lucky charm which she brings with her everywhere, because she hopes and wishes it does bring her some luck in life.

- she wears heels most of the time. Her heels are usually red, black or blue

- she takes such a long time to do her hair it’s exhausting-

- she hit someone with a frying pan before, and it may or may not have been Issac.

- she will not hesitate to punch someone. Yes she’s a badass. Yes she will resort to violence if the situation requires it.

- drinks so much coffee it’s amazing she can survive without caffeine.

- she’s pansexual.

- she loves kids so so much- she finds them so adorable and so innocent and is protective of them if you hurt a kid in front of her, make sure you can run because she can get relentless in chasing you down.

- she can run in high heels.

- amazing spice tolerance-

- majority of her wardrobe are dresses and outfits she will wear for a while.

- she likes…Pans. She can cook with them, boil water with them, hit people with them, put things with them…Yeah really useful!

- she has a great relationship with her family, but they aren’t living in Concordia sadly, but they write her letters every now and then!

- she can dance really really well. She’s a beautiful and talented dancer, and knows a lot about dancing too.

- she can play the piano. She isn’t as good as it as she is when it comes to dancing, but she can still play really well.

- she reads horror or thriller novels a lot. She is always enticed by them, and thinks they are really interesting to read. That said she knows a lot more about anatomy and the human body than you would expect.

- she has a pet parrot. She finds the parrot really really funny, and when it spoke, it repeated something Bontempts said. So she named the parrot Bontempts. The actual Bontemps has no idea whether to feel honoured or offended, and Marla laughs about it a lot.

- she likes history and art! She is really interested in history, and art is one of her favourite subjects since she can paint and draw and learn more about artworks!

- she has a brother, who’s a piano teacher somewhere. He taught her how to play the piano.

- bad memory. In the moments when she needs to remember something, she forgets it. In the moments she doesn’t need to remember something, she also forgets it. So technically, it’s a win.

- after she adopted the two kids in that one case, she has loved them and gave them the best lives she could ever give them.

- she has a diary, and several pages are dedicated to dissing off the people she doesn’t like. Like…JUSTIN LAWSON- AND DORA UMBRIGHT-

Okay I’m pretty much braindead, so posting has been really slow- I’m so sorry if your requests are only answered after a few days, but I am going through something now, and I need some time to answer your requests- but anyways! If I think of more somehow, a part 2 may or may not be posted! Now- I have to go! Bye-bye!

Lucero jumps out the window and escapes, leaving the camera running. That was when the door was broken down, and the camera turned off.

#criminal case #headcanons #Marla De Paradis

[coolfire333]

So basically here's part 1 of ? of me dissecting Porky's issues in mother 3 and how that stems from what he's experienced in earthbound: I think that Porky is gay and is heavily confused/in denial of it, which is reflected in his obsession with Ness and his behavior in mother 3.

In mother 3, there's an oddness around Porky's fan women found in one of the rooms in New Pork City. Porky may appear physically aged, but in reality he acts exactly the same as he did when he was 13 in earthbound. So why is he suddenly interested in having a room of women to pamper him when this didn't seem to interest him in earthbound? Personally, I think that in developing the image of his empire, this is what he thinks that powerful men are "supposed" to have, and is doing it as a part of a checklist for success.

I'm sure many of you have been inundated with images of powerful men needing to have a league of attractive women to dote on them, and the world of earthbound seems "normally modern" enough for this to have possibly been the case with Porky. If he was indeed gay and struggling either with denial or confusion over this, he'd likely lean heavily into stereotypes about what straight men are supposed to enjoy.

In mother 3 he has money, an army, scientists that do his bidding, a city named for him, a league of devoted (brainwashed) supporters, so what's the last thing for a powerful, assumedly straight man to do but to have a group of women to feed him snacks and tickle him under the chin. Like the rest of New Pork City, it's an extremely cliche and fake-seeming detail, something that doesn't feel like what Porky actually wants in life but rather what he thinks success looks like.

Looking back at earthbound given this detail, it's odd that Porky doesn't focus in on Paula as much as he does Ness. She's a powerful, kind, pretty girl his own age, so why not try to go after her affections? He has her kidnapped once, and probably had some say in her second kidnapping, yet he never tries to pull a Bowser move and try to get her to be his love interest during any of this.

He does clearly think about her occasionally, which makes sense considering that he probably vaguely knew her, as Onett and Twoson are right next to each other and Paula is a big deal in Twoson. And in mother 3, he even sells a fake frying pan alongside a fake bat and red cap that clearly represents Ness, and also sells a ribbon described as "the ribbon of an angel" that is a reference to Paula and her pray ability.

But Ness, not Paula, is the target of all of Pokey's affection, and his hatred. He keeps a whole shrine in his room in mother 3 for the "best friend's yo-yo" that clearly once belonged to Ness. In earthbound, he taunts Ness constantly and specifically, such as when he pretends to forget Ness's name in Fourside, when he could just as easily target any of the other kids. He begs Ness to be his friend again after Happy Happy Village, only to immediately taunt Ness for "falling for it," and he taunts Ness a third time at the end of the game, calling for him to chase after him like they're playing some kind of twisted cosmic game of tag.

There's also an odd detail of the oxygen supply machines that my boyfriend pointed out: Dr. Andonuts likely designed them as a middle finger to the pigmasks and Porky by extension, as the machines work perfectly as intended but are clearly designed as mermen with big lips you have to kiss to recieve oxygen in order to make the presumably largely straight male army of pigmasks uncomfortable.

But remember that Porky is a petulant, obsessive child at heart, and everything anyone else does for him has to 100% conform to his standards. That's why he prefers robots (and the chimera-ified brainwashed Claus) as servants and maids; they're programmed to obey his orders without question.

So Porky would absolutely have a say in the design of the oxygen supply machines, and if he didn't like it, he'd make Dr. Andonuts go back to the drawing board. So why keep them like that? Well, if Porky is indeed gay and in denial over this, he could literally see nothing wrong with handsome mermen robots kissing you on the mouth to give you oxygen, so he'd be oblivious to the fact that some men might be uncomfortable with this.

Alright so I've talked a lot about Porky and his feelings towards Ness, but what about Ness's feelings towards Porky? Well, Ness is Porky's friend, full stop. He seems hesitant to say yes to being friends with Porky when asked, but also recognizes the unhappiness of Porky's life as well as his envy of Ness when confronting the vision of Porky in Magicant, so he clearly has some sympathy for him despite everything he's done.

I think that Porky to Ness is that one childhood friend you had that in hindsight was kind of a jerk, either to other people or even to you, but you were still friends with them for some inexplicable reason. But Ness is implied to be very close to Paula, and it's implied in his mom asking if she's his girlfriend that he probably has romantic feelings for her instead.

And I think on some level Porky knows this, and knows that Ness likely won't reciprocate his feelings, and instead of going out on a limb and confessing his feelings for Ness (he'd probably get shot down but at least he'd get it off his chest) or trying to let those feelings go and wait for someone else to come along that he could potentially crush on, he bottles all of his feelings for Ness (and his gayness in general) inside him and refuses to express it in a healthy way.

He lashes out at Ness, taunting him and calling him names, but he wants nothing more than to be like Ness, and to be liked by Ness, at least as a friend if not also as a crush. This is reminiscent of the old cliche about little boys who hit or are mean to girls "secretly having a crush on them."

Some boys who do this are just being mean with no romantic feelings attached, but for those who for which this cliche is true, they're expressing their feelings in an unhealthy way because 1. they're young and make stupid impulse decisions and 2. they're probably trying to suppress any uncomfortable feelings they might be dealing with by taking things out on the source of those uncomfortable feelings: the object of their affection, and I think this is exactly what Porky is doing with Ness.

#long post #mother series #mother 3 #earthbound #porky minch #ness #paula jones #talking #text post

[goldendoodlerlockerlove]

4 for the wip asks :)

Thank you so much!! :D

Sincerely, Me is a very rough WIP name for this WIP fic. It takes place in the universe of the musical Dear Evan Hansen, and it came about because I had the biggest desire in the world to write something Kleinsen-related (Evan Hansen x Jared Kleinman). It actually technically takes place in the movie universe, and I don't even particularly like the movie (I have thoughts). I don't hate it or anything, but it could've been done so much better. Anyway, I made it part of the movie universe so some good content could come from there. So, I guess I'd have to call it Kalsen (Evan Hansen x Jared Kalwani) because they changed his last name for the movie.

It's mainly centered around their daughter, Paige, and her best friend, Tyrone. Paige is Cis and Panromantic, and Tyrone is Trans Masc and Straight. They were definitely a fun duo to write, even though I didn't write that much for this fic. I was actually planning on it being a big, multi-chapter fic, but I might just try to make it a Oneshot so I can just finish it and post it. I'm not sure I can make it a big, multi-chapter fic with this concept, anyway.

Here's a little excerpt for you:

She didn’t answer, opting instead to glance at the trees. “I’m surprised you didn’t mention Jared being Indian first.”

She was well aware of his distaste for her calling her dads by their first names. In her opinion, it was entertaining watching his mouth become agape whenever she did this, so sometimes she’d do it on purpose. It never mattered to her--it was sometimes necessary, to distinguish them, and the two of them weren’t fretful of this habit. However, Tyrone always suggested she call Evan “Dad” and Jared “Pitā” instead, which is the Hindi word for Father. 

She never listened to this advice.

Tyrone began chasing a pebble with his shoe, “Well, he mentions being Jewish a lot more than he does being Indian.”

She sighed, crossing her arms as a sudden, harsh breeze cut through them, “I guess you’re not wrong.”

He didn’t stop harassing the pebble even when they approached her house. It was pretty average, as far as regular houses in suburbia went, being all beige and harsh corners, as well as a roof sharp enough to poke Santa on his journey every Christmas (she stole that joke from Jared).

Annnnd here's another excerpt that comes a little later!

“Paige?” She heard an all-too familiar voice float from the kitchen. “Is that you?”

“Yeah, Dad.” She began striding towards the source as Tyrone shot her a look. “It’s not as if I call them by their first names all the time.”

Jared was perched over the stove, nursing a bottle of water as he continued frying something on a pan. He enjoyed nursing a bottle of alcohol instead on some late nights, but he was trying to consume less for Bri’s sake. “Sorry about your sister. I thought she was going to be napping around now, but I guess it was my mistake assuming she would do anything I expect.”

Paige let out a snicker, “It’s fine, you know Ty loves her anyway.”

She leaned closer, trying to sneak a peek at his latest concoction, “I thought you wouldn’t be home. What is that?”

“I took the day off. It’s Rosh Hashanah, remember? This is chicken breast with leeks and potatoes. Your dad should be coming home soon from the park.” 

Paige felt her hand connecting hard with her face, “Oh God. Oh no. I can’t believe I forgot!”

A strength she always prided herself on was her ability to remember dates more so than everyone else in her family. The fact this one slipped by her was frustrating, to say the least--not to mention Rosh Hashanah was always her favorite Jewish holiday to celebrate. Perhaps Grace was making her more distracted than she first thought.

She turned towards Tyrone, “I’m sorry, I still can’t believe I forgot about this. I was hoping we’d be able to hang out tonight.”

“Well, I can’t see why he can’t stay for dinner.”

Her mouth agape, she turned on her heel to face Jared again, “Who are you and what have you done with my father?”

When he gave her a questioning look, she continued, “You’ve never let anyone stay over for Rosh Hashanah. It’s family time.”

Tyrone gasped, bouncing on the toes of his feet, “Does this mean… you consider me family?”

Paige grit her teeth and elbowed her friend, a fruitless attempt to calm him. One of the things that annoyed Jared the most was people who weren’t part of the family trying to insert themselves into their tight-knight dynamic. Sure, it seemed for a while Tyrone was the exception, but it was still thin ice to tread. A reason why was because someone else, someone older, tried doing the same some time back, and ended up uprooting all of their lives once it was revealed they were a no-good scam-artist. And, for irony’s sake, that person ended up being Grace’s current foster father.

Just for some context, Bri is Paige's little sister (So Evan and Jared have two daughters) and Grace is Paige and Tyrone's bully (mostly Paige's). And I was planning on having it be revealed to Paige the first time all of the events of the musical (Connor's death, The Connor Project, Evan's speech, etc.), which was never mentioned to her before because Evan and Jared were too embarrassed by it all. They kind of wanted to sweep it under the rug, which evidently wasn't the best way to handle the situation.

#ask game #dear evan hansen #this is actually so fun to do #sorry for it not being bob's burgers related but this fic still holds a bit of a place in my heart #i actually kind of miss it and do want to finish it one day. if i recall correctly there aren't any kleinsen parent fics #so i really wanted to get on that. and making grace tyrone paige and bri to flesh out the world here was fun #i think part of me headcanons that tyrone used to have a bit of a crush on paige but got over pretty quick (they're just besties) #i like to think paige and grace might have something going on later because i was planning on making grace a complicated character #and giving her a whole redemption arc

[softquietsteadylove]

can i ask for a reunion fic please? with tears and hugs and kisses and can't stop touching each other 🥺 i can never get tired of those (especially the ones written by you) and because their reunion on screen can't come soon enough :<

Earth is a distant little marble from the window of the Domo. They're headed back there from the World Forge, all members of their family in tow, safe and...relatively unharmed. Himself included.

Since coming back online, memories and all, the others have been...cautious. They were gentle, at first, slowly feeling out how strong the memories were, what was still fresh from their last lives lived and what might be pushing a little too hard too soon.

Gil sighs. He can hear them in the control room--joyous reunions still going, fading into soft words left unsaid from their past lives. They took extra care with him--he was the last 'death' they had really experienced, so he supposes he understands it.

But he wants to see Thena.

He knows she's here. He can feel her Cosmic Energy calling out to his. His heart - even restarted twice, now - knows hers is close, aching to beat to the same rhythm.

This is exactly the kind of thing she always said made him a sappy romantic.

She would call him that in their home, back in Australia. He remembers--he remembers waking up with her hair pooled around her shoulders beside him. Soft mornings with eggs frying in a pan and her, looking at him to express everything she can't put into words. Evenings under the stars in a hammock, just them and the galaxy they were calling home at the time.

He wants to go home.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

He didn't hear her walk in, because of course he didn't. He smiles and looks to his left, seeing her there just like he did more than 7000 years ago, now. That sunshine coloured hair and eyes like oceans he remembers but has never seen. But he doesn't need to see them with her here--they won't compare, so why bother?

She gives up on light chatter, which wouldn't be very like her anyway. She looks at him, questions upon questions in those eyes of hers. But he can see warmth washing over her, like mist over a river in the morning. Her shoulder brushes against his next to it, "how do you feel?"

Gil turns to face her more properly. She's wearing clothes he doesn't recognise, but they're nice. Everything is nice on her. "I guess it's a lot to take in. I feel good, though."

Her eyes run over him, and he's sure she can see things in her head that he doesn't want to be able to. But he also does, because he's never been one to let her bear her pain alone. "Good."

That's enough small talk.

Gil reaches out, pulling her in and kissing her. And there it is--that comfort he has been aching for since opening these eyes. The cold of the domed metal walls seeps away. His arm wraps around her, and her hands run over him, finding a home with her palms on his chest.

There are their hearts, falling into the same rhythm.

Thena pulls away, intent on asking him things. But he keeps kissing her, no matter how small, no matter how light. "Gil."

"Sh," he whispers, his lips chasing hers and clinging on when they meet. "I'm trying to kiss my wife."

Her lips bend against his and he finally pulls back just to see that smile. The planet and the stars and the whole galaxy just outside have nothing on this sight in front of him. "You remember getting married?"

"Every time," he whispers, their heads circling each other as they lean and tilt, lips meeting clumsily and eagerly and tentatively. Their teeth click together as their smiles grow and he moves the tip of his nose against hers. "We're due for another, I think."

"I think we're owed it," Thena says softly before one last kiss. He can tell her questions won't wait and lets her lean back that agonising distance, however small. "Gil."

"Thena," he whispers, and the name rings in his head like a vow.

Every time he has awakened, he has had a few things in his head.

He is Gilgamesh. He is the Strongest Eternal. He was chosen by Arishem to be an Eternal assigned to Earth.

And Thena--just Thena. She's there, somehow already in his mind, and more importantly in his heart. Her name is like a concept he can already feel, like life, or love, or fear, or joy.

"There is," she pauses, and he knows she's trying to get the words out. But there's so much, and that's not even just things he as to be told about when he was 'away'.

He holds her cheeks in his hands, gentle and soft with her. As he always was, and always is, and always will be. "Take your time."

She shakes her head, and he saddens as she buries her face in his chest. She only does that when she needs him, and she only needs him when she isn't strong enough to face whatever is happening by herself. And there is very little his Thena can't handle on her own.

"I'm scared to."

He can't even imagine it. He never could imagine what it would be like to lose Thena in his time on Earth. It was something he could intellectualise but not fully grasp. Because it was far, far too painful for him to try and imagine on any real level.

He would rather die. And then he did.

Gil runs his hand over her hair as she shakes in his arms. He's not lying down, but he remembers distinctly how she had held him on the floor of the jungle, his last breaths leaving him and his skin becoming etched with the lines of his energy signature.

But he had no regrets about dying, back then. Because he could see Thena there, smiling at him, holding his hand, even if there were tears in her eyes. But she was alive, and he had meant it when he said: "I'd do it again. On any planet."

Thena pinches his arm, as if he's teasing her lightly. But he still means those words, although he guesses they have somewhat of a different meaning for her, now. "No more planets."

Gil sighs, moving his arms from around her back to sit on her hips. He tilts his head at the soft cardigan she's wearing, and the tight skirt that just kisses below her knees.

Thena tilts her head at him, already sensing that she's lost him to her wardrobe, "Gilgamesh."

"I like it," he volunteers eagerly, his thumb pushing up hem of the sweater and under it to brush against her bare skin. He leans in for another kiss. "This new?"

"I suppose," she murmurs, although she doesn't stop him from kissing her again, and again.

"Wedding dress number...whatever--what do you say?" he smiles against her cheek, nestling himself in against her locks of hair as he holds her closer.

Thena sighs blissfully, letting him express enough affection for the both of them--to get started, at least. She leans her head back to let him kiss from her cheek to her earrings. "I think I'd rather just go home."

Home. Australia--just him and Thena. That's where he belongs. "Sounds good to me."

#Thenamesh AU #the reunion scene we dESERVE #something sweet #to balance out the suffering #because I'm not out here to hurt my own feelings #I really tried to get this out yesterday #and then I didn't actually manage to #but the vibe #the vibe is the same #and I agree #I need to see them reunite #and I need it to be #say it with me now #soft and quiet and steady #but really #I'm sure the movie will be what it will be #but these two don't need the canon #I stop rewatching the movie halfway through every time #because the only 'them' I need is here with all of you

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OKAY!! So imagine this, we happy few player. if you don’t know what We Happy Few is here’s a quick rundown before i head into the drabble!

We Happy Few is a game set in 1960 Britain. The government enforces everyone to take these pills called joy which make everyone happy(in the game when on joy every color is brighter, there’s a double rainbow in the sky, and there’s upbeat music constantly playing!), though the downsides to it are pretty bad.. (memory loss, ofc the overdose effect where the effects of joy are amplified) Anywho, joy was made and enforced after The Very Bad Thing, which no one remembers due to the joy. There are people known as Wastrels or Downers who don’t take joy, either by choice or their body had developed an immunity to it, they are chased out of Wellington Wells and forced into the Garden District.

You were a simple barista, well calling you one was stretching it a little bit, you worked in a pub but they sold coffee and tea along with the other alcohol that was available to you all.

You actually lived in Maidenholm, not as strict as the Parade District but not as rampant wild as the Garden District. You felt bad for those who had to go without joy, you thought whilst popping another one into your mouth. Uncle Jack says one per hour after all.

Speaking on Uncle Jack, you gaze up to the monitor which was showing his channel, this episode was called Red Riding Hood part 1— one of his Nighty Night episodes.

It was quite late outside, you had roughly an hour before you needed to head home for a good nights rest. Wait.. was it an hour? The time has been slipping away from you and the blaring sounds from the monitor weren’t helping. Looking up to the clock you find the hands to be a squiggly mess so incomprehensible someone who’s written in cursive since they were 5 wouldn’t understand it!

Wait.. since they were five..? Now that you think about it.. when was the last time you saw a child? or frankly met anyone that was younger than you?

Oh no..

A realization hit you like a frying pan to the face. You remember.. you remember their screams and cries, you remember the train whistle, you remember your best friend, and you remember the officer on duty saying “you’re too old to go”

Luckily you were in the back at the time so no one saw your moment of being a downer! Then you would’ve gotten a real frying pan to the face!

But.. now you have a decision to make.. should you pop a joy and forget, or try to remember and find a way out of Wellington Wells to get to your best friend?

Sorry if the writing isn’t good, it isn’t my strong point and i’m on mobile atm. I may write more for We Happy Few player in the future since it’s my favorite game and i’m brimming with ideas for them to meet the chain!

ALL WE DO IS SMILE DAILY

HELPS TO HIDE THE SIDE THAT'S CRAZY

HAPPINESS BECAME OUR CHOICE

WHEN HOPE CAME IN AND GAVE US JOY-

Sorry I loved we happy few and tried to find as much content of it as I could (We gotta love those JT songs)

Also, I loved this writing! I loved this au! (Possible brainwashed Player??)

THANK YOU FOR THIS ARTI

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