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this-is-an-open-letter · 4 months

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What are you making of Hailey's storyline so far now that we got the first episode? Does it make her story this season any clearer? It really looks like Jay will not be coming back!

There's a lot to unpack and maybe just as much to not.

I think the last scene between Voight and Hailey said more about Hailey then the entire episode did. She's angry and she doesn't know why. Its a weird emotion for her to be set on though. Anger is an emotion towards something/someone - so what's the end game here is more the question and how does it lead to her leaving.

I think if we look at Hailey's history, from the piece mail we've put together, that anger could be stemming from her childhood - growing up with an abusive parent and the other parent not remedying the situation and staying in the marriage. It could be the people she's lost on the job from mistakes she made - if we look back on the shows history there have been a few moments of Hailey messing up - Cam her CI is a big one. It could also be her anger towards herself for how she polices. She's very firm in her duty but duty doesn't always mean you're doing things right and I think that's where this episode lent. Police, if not trained and generally are not trained, have a pre-conceived prejudice against mentally ill people or at the very least aren't seeing the effects of mental illness on their actions. We saw this in season 6 when she pushed that mentally ill young man to admit to killing someone when he didn't and then he killed himself in jail.

I'm side-eyeing her saying she's not mad a Jay. Its kind of throw away to their relationship both as friends, partners and spouses. I think what Hailey needs is professional help to break through the anger. I think it needs to be broken down that she is carrying anger towards Jay for leaving. I just can't imagine how they're planning to do this all without Jay - that's the part that makes no sense to me.

Its not like Hailey isn't an independent woman - she's doesn't need Jay to live her life but the point is Jay has always been in her life - their growth was a slow build ,it wasn't rushed, it wasn't half-assed it had value and depth so it do all this and have there be no closure between them really makes no sense.

There's something weird there that I don't understand - it appears to me that Jesse would've gladly come back to help clear this story - he's in Chicago all the time. The other options are 1- he wasn't asked or 2- he was asked and said no (seems unlikely). But from what I've read of Gwen's interviews they are 100% divorced and the rest of the season is her moving on from that and getting better as a person.

I am sure there will be some twists within her storyline for the season but everything has to point to an exit - obviously after this first episode we have no idea where that is or what that is.

#chicago pd #upstead #hailey upton #its a bit of a head scratcher for sure

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jiminrings · 3 years

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they're interactions would prob be always in campus like at the library, class or even in a café or sth cuz i don't think stem!koo is the type to go to parties eXCEPT he's dragged invited to a party and approaches y/n since they share classes and are kinda acquaintances

stem koo isn’t for the party scene and absolutely doesn’t know any better

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

jungkook wants to go anywhere but here

literally ANYWHERE

he’d actually enjoy studying on a friday night than to be here, a party, where he doesn’t know anyone besides jimin

JIMIN WHO ALREADY DISAPPEARED AND LEFT HIM?!??]%^{]!

it hasn’t even been a full hour since they arrived???

how the fuck did that guy even manage to talk him into accompanying him into this party :O

oh right

“i think i have a friend who has a friend that makes your lunches. it’s jUST a hunch but-“

jimin didn’t even manage to finish his sentence and jungkook already agreed

jungkook doesn’t care for the party scene at all. he doesn’t.

but that doesn’t mEAN that he doesn’t care for what other people think about him

he cares about your input pLS don’t say it to his face when it’s negative :((

uhhh he doesn’t exactly have party clothes

by party clothes, he doesn’t have what jimin has in his clothes

jeon jungkook does not own a sparkly sheer black long-sleeve shirt :D nor some leather pants :D or even a button-down shirt that in fact, does not have any buttons :D

what kook DOES have is a new red hoodie that he hasn’t worn before

it’s a red hoodie and that’s the equivalent of him dipping his toes in lava!!!

it’s spicy enough as it is

the only other change he’s gonna make is how the fuck he’s gonna tackle his myopia

he traded in his glasses for contacts tonight!!

they’re just clear and he might’ve had to struggle for thirty minutes to try and pop them in,,, inclusive of pep talks,,, but it’s still new!!!

(his glasses case is in his hoodie pocket)

that should be enough

the only thing that jungkook is lacking now is a familiar person

..... a familiar person.... who is in turn a safety blanket..... a comforting figure anongst strangers...... in a completely different environment

god there hAS to be a way that jungkook can find jimin so he could get home with ease, while simultaneously (passive-aggressively) chewing him out for abandoning him

easy!!! just easy breaths!!!!

it’s just like navigating a circuit that you made that you know the schematics of!!

only difference is that you didn’t make this circuit and there are no instructions!!!!!!!!!

<3 he’s doomed <3

jungkook bumps to numerous people and at some point, someone stopped him, nodded, and gave him a cup

what’s he SUPPOSED to with it????

alright think

a couch!!! yeah!!!!

jimin could be there and could be sitting because who doesn’t love sitting? right? why do people in parties not sit on couches exactly

“pick up, please. just pick up...” he keeps muttering under his breath, peering urgently to wherever his eyes could land on

OH MY GOD

IT’S THE BLONDE HAIR!!!!!

that must be jimin

“man, that was not cool! how could you-...”

jungkook immediately claps his hand to blondie’s back, even squeezing the flesh when he realizes that.... oh? why is the fabric not as coarse as what a glittery sheer shirt would be?

.... holy shit

that is definitely not jimin.

?!/!/!!/%]^]^[^^]

it’s his senior!!!!

his senior who’s blonde and looks intimidating and soft at the same time but dEFINITELY looks intimidating rn

d-did he just clap min yoongi’s shoulder

yoongi looks the furthest thing from pleased and it’s his sharp eyes that make jungkook’s impossibly wider

“i-i’m so sorry. i am so, so sorry-...”

his senior only casts a look to the person beside him, deciding to stand and completely walk away from jungkook

he is so.,,., lost

yoongi looks at you from beside your seat beside him and only pinches your thigh, making you knit your brows in irritation

WHAT WAS THAT FOR

did he literally just walk away from you

what was that about ://

you turn your head for what could be yoongi’s old trick, only seeing a face you clearly did not expect to be here

jungkook recognizes you before you could recognize him, chest immediately deflating

“y/n!!!!!”

oh that’s him alright

you sigh slowly, “jungkook.”

the boy wastes no time in eagerly yet shyly sitting beside you, occupying yoongi’s deserted spot

the cushion’s still warm tho

“thank god you’re here. i-i don’t know anyone in this party.”

your eyebrows raise at that, clearly finding no thought to it. “you should leave if you don’t know anyone here, jungkook.”

“b-but you’re here, so i’m good!” jungkook nods, correcting his statement, “i came here with my friend but he’s missing now.”

what???

that’s unsafe!!!!

who is this friend and why do you feel like giving him some stern words >:|

“i mean, i am here but you don’t want to be here.”

right

.... you’re right

jungkook clearly glosses over to what you just said because you are eXACTLY right

yeah sure he found you but that doesn’t necessarily mean he wants to be in this party

it’s nice he found someone familiar but it doesn’t mean he wants to stay!!!!

you could only chuckle under your breath, drinking from your cup and planning your route to find yoongi throughout

“you should probably go home, jungkook.”

the boy visibly mulls over that option but he looks nervous, his knee bouncing up and down then that you can’t help but notice

“or are you gonna wait for your friend?

did you just give him an even bigger dilemma

jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, a nervous giggle coming out from him even before he could restrain it

“i-i can’t find him anyway. but that’s okay, right? jimin always comes home one way or another.”

OH SO IT’S JIMIN

you’re gonna pulverize him when you drop by yoongi’s chess club again ://

“then go home.”

your affirmation makes jungkook nod resolutely, making his mind up

he stands up rather unsurely, sheepishly nodding to you before he takes two steps away from you

FUCK IT

jungkook turns to you almost nervously, eyes wavering that you only then realize that he isn’t wearing his glasses, seeing his bambi eyes a bit more clearly

“i-i’m very sorry to ask, and if it’s not too much trouble, a-and you don’t have to if you don’t want to but uhm — can you uh, can you walk me home?”

you’re pleasantly surprised from what jungkook’s asking of you, head tilting that he misinterprets and tries to backtrack

“i-it’s just that i feel safer with you. b-but i completely understand if-“

huh

that’s nice

you stand up abruptly, leaving your drink by the table because it might seem a little funky to walk down a street with a blatantly red cup lol

“okay.”

he hears you reply simply, seeing you walk ahead of him with your hands in your pockets

:((

jungkook is so grateful for you

you only share some classes here and there, and he’s only properly interacted with you once, and he doesn’t even have your number — but here you are, walking him home from a party he can’t stand to be in and is too anxious to walk away from alone

at some point, jungkook placed himself beside you so he could tell you where his apartment’s at,,

and also for the reason that he feels safer beside you and not behind you

you’re a warm presence if that makes sense

you’re team captain of your soccer team and you’re yoongi’s right-hand woman (and he’s your right-hand man slash nemesis) and he feels like everyone could count on you if they needed to

you’re not exactly outgoing nor warm nor approachable,,,, but jungkook doesn’t exactly mind

jungkook doesn’t mind because his senior is walking him home and he’s never felt more comforted before.

he starts tearing up at the edges of his eyes and it’s with a faint sniffle that you only turn your eyes at him, narrowing at the sight

you don’t even ask but he explains anyway, pointing in front of him

“nothing. just the wind. a-and i’m wearing contacts!”

you only nod curtly, continuing on walking when jungkook sees you pull out a goddamn bottle of eyedrops from your pocket, offering it to him like it’s no big deal

:(((((

his eyes ARE scratchy

“how did you-“

“i carry it around. yoongi and i have dry eyes.”

you don’t exactly stop when he drops them to his eyes, but you do slow down in the slightest

jungkook finds himself in front of his apartment complex soon enough, almost disappointed that the walk home was quick

you turn without even waiting for a thanks from him, completely surprised when he yells out for you and tries to jog in an attempt to your retreating figure

“t-thank you so much, y/n! it means a lot and i-i probably would be still in that party crying or whatever until i could find jimin. i’m so sorry still and i hope i can make it up to you and-...”

“good night.”

you only flash a small smile, similar to yoongi’s :] before leaving jungkook in front of his complex

he’s still a little perplexed but he doesn’t question it

jungkook’s still holding your bottle of eyedrops in his hand, the only thing reminding him that his senior did walk him home

he’s gonna return this to you

he will

#longest drabble in this series so far!!! :D #stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook oneshot #jungkook drabbles #jungkook x reader

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author-morgan · 3 years

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Hiii! Would you write some fluff with Ivarr, maybe he's courting someone and gives flower to his crush secretly because he is a drengr and don't want to admit to feel things but do it anyway? The first about Ivarr was so touching! I loved it so so much!

I’m so happy to hear you enjoyed my first Ivarr story, and I hope you’ll enjoy this one as well! ♥ Ivarr the Boneless x fem!Reader

HE SMILES, WIPING the blood from his axe on a piece of wool taken from a dead Saxon when a glimpse of blue catches his attention. Ivarr’s smile widens as he looks at the patches of blue flowers dotting the battlefield —cornflowers. Kneeling, he gathers the stems into a small bundle, shearing them from the earth with his axe. Inwardly, he scoffs at himself for picking wildflowers after a battle when he should already have a cup of mead in hand, but Ivarr knows it’ll be worth it if it means seeing his ladylove smile.

Ivarr waves the young Mercian ætheling to him. Ceolbert fought bravely, having learned to wield his two-handed greatsword. Naming the son of Ceolwulf as a ward of Ivarr the Boneless was simultaneously the wisest and most careless decision Ubba Ragnarsson had ever made. “I need your help with something, twig,” he says, gripping onto the boy’s shoulder. Ivarr has come to think of Ceolbert as a son since they've trekked over the hills of Mercia.

“Flowers?” Ceolbert inquires, eyeing the blue bouquet. “Ivarr, I didn’t think you were a romantic.” His teasing tone and smile earn him a sharp glare, but Ivarr asks if he will deliver them to his ladylove. He doesn’t wish to be seen carrying around flowers. Ivarr the Boneless has a reputation to maintain, after all. Ceolbert is surprised upon hearing your name pass through the Dane’s scarred lips —he hadn’t expected Ivarr to fancy a farmer and baker of all people. “Why not deliver them yourself?” He asks, taking the small bouquet.

The question is answered with a scoff and a haphazard wave of an axe. “I am a drengr,” Ivarr says —as though anyone could ever forget— using his warrior title as an excuse to avoid confronting the feelings lurking deep in his heart. “I won’t let Ubba catch me hauling around wildflowers either.” Ceolbert almost laughs, a smile twisting his lips. “He’d have my balls on a platter.” Ivarr ridiculed Ubba for wanting to marry and settle down, but that was before he met you. The king’s son sets off, promising to deliver the flowers.

CEOLBERT KNOCKS ON the doorframe then steps back as he hears the shuffling of feet and crates from the other side. He looks down at the arrangement of wildflowers —cornflowers and bluebells. You open the door, smiling when you see the young ætheling on your doorstep.

Hastily, Ceolbert sticks out the wildflowers for you to take, his cheeks turning a bright red. The blue blooms are your favorite in the English countryside, and aside from your late mother, only one other knows of your affinity for cornflowers and bluebells. “Thank you, Ceolbert,” you tell him, taking the bouquet. “Would you like to come in?” You ask, stepping back from the doorway. The heavy scent of sweetness and spice tickle his nose as he steps inside. Small confections cover the table. “I just finished making honey cakes.”

He will not say who the flowers are from, though you already know, and for his trouble, you give him a honey cake —still warm and topped with toasted hazelnuts and dripping with freshly harvested honey. “Are these for the celebration tonight?” Ceolbert asks —the time had come to thank the gods for a bountiful midsummer harvest and feast. You nod, glad the boy had gotten one of the sweets before they vanished.

Rising from the stool, Ceolbert thanks you for the honey cake and excuses himself to prepare for the night’s festivities. “Ceolbert,” you call, stopping him before he opens the door to your small home. He looks back, seeing the smirk kink your lips and the knowing glint in your eyes. “Tell Ivarr he better be there.”

PARTING FROM THE conversation with several farmers, you turn to the barrel of mead and dip two cups into the fresh batch before joining Ivarr. He sits by his lonesome, watching the merrymaking over an empty plate and cup. You sit next to him, setting the mead in from of him, taking a long drink from your cup. Ivarr spares a glance at you, his scarred lips twisting into a surprisingly soft smile —both Ubba and Ceolbert notice across the feast hall. “A woman who knows the way to my heart and stomach,” he muses. Given half the chance, he’d be as rotund as Halfdan if he could eat honey cakes every day.

“Ivarr–” you lay your hand over his on the table, catching him by surprise. “Thank you for the flowers.” He turns his full attention to you, looking as though you’ve accused him of some heinous crime. “I know it’s you.” Ivarr the Boneless would not be able to wiggle himself out of confronting what he felt tonight. It wasn’t just the flowers from Ceolbert you were thanking him for, but the ones you often found lying on your doorstep early in the morning too.

“Thought I saw the twig giving them to you,” he refutes. It’s a poor excuse to not speak what need be said, and you both know it.

You laugh, cheeks warmed by the mead and braziers and how close you are to Ivarr. He turns his hand over, and you slip your fingers through his. “Ceolbert doesn’t know cornflowers and bluebells are my favorites,” you note, “only you do.” It was an early summer morning nigh three years ago when Ivarr stumbled across you picking flowers along the edges of your grain fields. He hadn’t known why he stopped at the time but looking back it seems the Nornir planned it all along. For he found himself stopping by your farmstead whenever fate led him back.

“Walk with me?” You ask, not wishing to have a hundred watchful eyes lingering on the two of you. Ivarr trails after you, leaving behind the chatter and songs of the feast hall. It’s a clear night with a full moon bathing the Mercian countryside silver. You stop beneath one of the great trees in the borough, looking up at the lanterns hanging from the lower branches.

He stands at your side, the back of his hand brushing against yours, but it is not only holding hands in which you are interested. Ivarr meets your gaze when you slide in front of him with a raised brow. Unsure what was going on in that head of yours. He finds out when you cup his face, thumb quickly running over part of the scar cutting across his cheek before you rise and lean toward him —lips ghosting over his, gauging his response and if you’d made a fool of yourself.

All worries vanish when he presses his cracked lips to yours —firmly. One of his arms snaking around your waist to draw you closer as you slide your hand into his ashen brown hair. Lips parting, you can taste the honey sweetness on his tongue. You smile against his twisted lips, feeling a flood of embers race through your veins. Breaking the kiss, you rest your forehead on his shoulder —the hand tangled in his hair slipping down to his chest.

His rough fingers move across your jaw, tilting your chin up. “Sweet as honey,” Ivarr remarks with a lopsided smile as he cranes down, eager for another kiss. This time, you wrap your arms around his neck, gasping into his mouth when he lifts you —your feet barely touch the ground. It is a good feeling and one you can quickly grow accustomed to.

Ceolbert stands next to Ubba Ragnarsson in the open entry of the feast hall, looking down the path to the great tree where you and Ivarr embraced one another. The young ætheling smiled, quickly returning to his seat at the table when you kissed Ivarr, but Ubba lingers a moment longer. He watches with a reserved smile as he drinks from his cup, thinking perhaps now, it will not be as hard to tame his brother if he had you to help ground him.

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d-noona · 3 years

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BARTERED BRIDE - Chapter 4

Ch 04 - Lunch Meeting

Kim Namjoon is a ruthless financier used to buying and selling stocks, shares and priceless artifacts. But now Namjoon has his eye on a very different acquisition - Park Han Byeol. Left destitute by her father's recent death, Han Byeol walks into Namjoon's bank looking to extend her overdraft. As Han Byeol needs money and Namjoon needs a wife, he proposes the perfect deal: he'll rescue her financially if she agrees to marry him. But in this marriage of convenience can Han Byeol ever be anything more than just a bartered bride?

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"I nearly kept you waiting," said Namjoon. "I came back from the bank at eleven to go run in the park. As I was coming home I saw an old man on a bench who was obviously in need of medical attention. That held me up."

"Do you run everyday?" Han Byeol asks.

"I try to. Are you a runner?"

Han Byeol shook her head. "I play tennis and ski. I don't do work-outs."

He slanted an appraising glance at her figure. Today, in place of a black suit, she was wearing a designer outfit bought on a holiday in Italy. It consisted f a fine jersey-knit top in lilac, a waistcoat in violet, and swirling chevron-striped skirt combining those colors with pink and pale pistachio-green. The audacious color combination was perfect with Han Byeol's dark hair and brown eyes. "You look in great shape," he remarked. "But people in desk jobs like mine need some kind of fitness regime to stave off the bad effects of a sedentary lifestyle. Come and sit down. What would you like to drink before lunch?"

She remembered his remark about the wine she had been drinking when he forced his way in the previous evening. Was he one of those people who drank only mineral water and made everyone who didn't feel on a lower plane? Han Byeol had no intention of allowing him to intimidate her. "A Campari and soda, please," she said firmly.

Namjoon said to the butler, who had been following them at a discreet distance, "A Campari for Miss Park and my usual, please, Curtis." With a silent inclination of the head, the butler withdrew.

"Let's sit over here, shall we?" Namjoon steered her towards a group of comfortable chairs near one of the windows. "Have you finished your packing?"

"Almost"

Knowing that she wouldn't be able to sleep, she had worked on it till long past midnight. At half past nine this morning a dealer whom she had ought a lot of furnishings had come round to buy them back. Luckily Han Byeol had paid for them out of her bank account. Although the money in it had come from her father, technically they were her property, not his. As soon as his business had been forced into receivership, everything her father had owned, including the family home belonged to his business creditors. But the cash the dealer had handed her could go in her pocket. It wasn't much but it was better than nothing if, when Namjoon spelt out the terms of his trade off marriage, she found that she couldn't accept them. Looking up at the elegant cornice around the ceiling and the two crystal chandeliers, their chains swathed with coral tassels at the tops of the heavy cream curtains.

"Are you interested in architecture?" He sounded faintly surprised.

"Sometimes."

The butler came back with their drinks, hers a slight more vivid red than the coral linen slipcovers on some of the sofas, Namjoon's colorless except for a twist of lemon floating among the ice cubes. It could be in or vodka, or it could straight mineral water. Namjoon said, "This was my grandparents' house. My paternal grandmother still lives here when she's not staying with her daughters". I moved here when my father died. We had been living in Ilsan. I have an apartment near Gangnam but I thought you would feel more comfortable being entertained in the main house," he added with a gleam of amusement. After a slight pause, he added "I shall move out when I marry. The province is better for children, if their parents can choose where to live. Most people can't of course."

"Where are you thinking of moving to?" Han Byeol asked.

"I haven't decided." His expression was enigmatic. "Where would you choose to live, given a free choice?"

Han Byeol considered the question. Once the answer would have been "Wherever Yoongi wants to live." She said, "Ideally I'd like more sun than we get in this city. I wouldn't mind living by the sea, getting some fresh air...or a lake would do as long as it has mountains round it. I'd like to look out on mountains...big ones with snow on top."

He lifted an eyebrow. "Sounds as if New Zealand would suit you."

She shook her head. "I'm sure it's a beautiful country but it's too far away from Korea. Have you been there?"

Namjoon nodded. "The scenery's magnificent...when it's not raining. Unreliable weather. I went with old friends, you might know them since they run in the same circles you do. Where have your travels taken you?"

"Mostly to holiday places...the Caribbean in winter...resorts round the Med in summer. My mother's a passionate gardener. She doesn't like travelling alone, even in a group. I've been on some garden tours with her...the south of France, Ireland, California. Where do you for holidays?" Han Byeol takes a sip of her Campari.

"I used to go with my father who also liked someone with him. We went to Japan together and other Pacific Rim countries. I travel a lot for the bank. For pleasure I usually go to France, Greece or Spain. Where would you like to go for our honeymoon?"

The question, tacked on to innocuous small talk, took her by surprise. "I haven't agreed to marry you," she said coldly.

"If you found the idea unthinkable, you wouldn't be here," he said dryly. "Let's be straight with each other Han Byeol. I need you...you need me. It's a sensible, practical arrangement."

She knew that at least the first part of what he said was true, but she wasn't about to admit it. Was it pride that made her reluctant to fall in with his plan too readily? She said, "I'm not clear why you've selected me."

"You're very attractive...as I am sure you're aware." he smiles at her gently.

"Is that all you want from a woman? An acceptable face and figure? Don't you care what I'm like inside?" Han Byeol scoffed.

'I can make some intelligent guesses. People can't hide their characters," he told her casually. "Even in repose a face gives a lot of clues to its owner's temperament. Apart from yesterday's evidence that you have a short fuse, I haven't detected any characteristics I wouldn't like to live with."

His arrogance took her breath away. In that moment of shock, she was struck by the thought it would be both a challenge and public service to bring this man down from his lofty pinnacle and convert him into an acceptably unassuming person. But perhaps it was already too late . One of gran's favorite sayings was, "What's bred in the bone must come out in flesh." Namjoon with his long-boned thoroughbred physique and his handsome features, looked a descendant of generations of men who had felt themselves to be superior beings and never experienced the doubts felt by ordinary people.

In a different, more rough-hewn way, her father had been the same. Probably somewhere far back in Namjoon's ancestry, there had been a man like her father: a rough-diamond unscrupulous go-getter who had founded the Park Fortune. Perhaps if Mr. Park had married someone better equipped to handle him than her quiet and easily cowed mother, her father might have been saved from becoming an overbearing braggart. Whether, at thirty four, Namjoon's essential nature could be modified was problematical. But it could be interesting to try.

She said, "I don't find you as transparent as you seem to find me. It takes me longer to make up my mind about people;"

"You haven't had as much experience of summing up people as I have."

The butler reappeared. "Luncheon is ready when you are, sir."

They ate in a smaller room with a view of a large garden, an oasis of well kept greenery in the heart of the city. The surface of the round Regency breakfast table had a gleaming patina resulting from years of regular polishing' It reflected the colors and shapes of the red-streaked white tulips arranged in a what Han Byeol recognized as an antique tulip pot, its many spouts designed to support the stems of flowers which had once been costly status symbols. The meal began with potted shrimps served with crisp Melba toast, tiny green gherkins and white wine, which they continued to drink with the main course, chicken with minty yogurt dressing.

While they ate Namjoon talked about plays and art shows he had been to recently. It was the kind of conversation made by strangers at formal lunch parties and although his comments were interesting Han Byeol thought his choice of subject was irrelevant to this particular situation. When the butler had withdrawn, leaving them to help themselves to a fruit salad with fromage frais, or to selection of more substantial cheeses, she said, "Why do you want a wife when you could go on having girlfriends and a change them when you get bored?"

Offering her elegant Waterford compote, its apparent fragility emphasizing the powerful but equally elegant form of the hands in which it was cradled, he looked at her with unexpected sternness. "I have a responsibility to my line. I need sons to carry on the traditions established by my predecessors."

She found this solemnly irritating. "Are you expecting me to provide proof of my fertility?" Before she could add that, if he was, he could forget it, Namjoon said, "No, I'm prepared to chance that."

"Big deal!" Han Byeol said sarcastically.

She had a feeling that Namjoon wouldn't hesitate to divorce her if she failed to live up to his expectations in some way. But although he struck her as a monster of cold-hearted self-centeredness, she couldn't deny that he was extraordinarily attractive. Every movement he had made since they sat down had heightened her awareness of the lean and muscular physique inside the well-cut suit and the long legs under the table. His hair was dry now but still had a sheen of health. There was nothing about him suggestive of stress or tension. He seemed entirely relaxed. Yet why did he need to arrange a businesslike marriage instead of falling in love the way people usually did?

Wondering, suddenly, if he might be in the same situation as herself, heartbroken, although it didn't seem likely, she said, "When did you dream up this scheme?"

"It's an idea I've had for some time...probably since my contemporaries started divorcing. I have about a dozen god-children, most whom now have step parents, some official, some not. I don't want that for my children."

"Did you parents stay married?" she asked.

It seemed to her that his face underwent a change. His lips didn't tighten. His eyebrows didn't draw together. But there was a subtle hardening and chilling, reminding her of the impression she had received that morning when they sat on opposite sides of his imposing desk/ Now they were at a table designed for a more intimate and relaxed conversation. But she sensed a change in the atmosphere and knew she had trespassed in an area of his where she was an unwelcome intruder.

"They separated. They were never divorced," he answered.

Han Byeol wanted to ask hold he had been when the separation happened, but something made her hold her tongue. Later, going back to the flat in the taxi he had laid on for her, she regretted her curiousity.

When-in-two people were going to marry, there shouldn't be any "No go" areas between them...or at least none of that nature. His past girlfriends were not her business, but his family life certainly was. She shouldn't have allowed herself to be put off. From now on she wouldn't be, she told herself firmly.

#bts #bangtan sonyeondan #kim namjoon #joonie'#RM #bangtan army #rm x reader #rm x original character #rm motherfuckers

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thesagedahlia · 4 years

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💔Rihanna & Hassan Jameel💔

Well, I don't know who saw this coming, but I have to say I kinda did. Not that she would never marry dude or that they wouldn't work out, but Rih seems like she is on go, to me. & by that, I mean she seems like she isn't showing signs of slowing down as an entrepreneur, & 2020 feels like it will be a blessed year for her, but I also didn't feel like she was going to get married (or be in a relationship). Now mind you, I do believe that she would have married him, had she been ready to, but we have all learned that Rihanna isn't gonna do shit until she's good & ready, & ESPECIALLY when she's NOT being rushed (by the irky ass Navy 🙄). But THAT'S neither here, nor there...I also felt like they WOULD have gotten married because they were together for a minute, but I think once marriage became the topic, they started to see how different they were from each other. The statement that came out about their breakup goes as follows; "Their lives were too different, & it was hard to maintain a relationship". 🤔🤔 ...'too different' is right. Well, without further ado-

**DISCLAIMER**

I am not declaring, nor am I insinuating, that anything I say in my predictions are true accounts of any of the parties involved. This reading is for entertainment purposes only, & should only taken as such. All in good fun, folks 🤷🏾‍♀️🧿

💔What caused the break up❓💔

I feel like the innocence in their relationship was compromised, & them breaking up was divinely guided. I get a lot of desiring both freedom, & execution of creative ventures, was stopping them from building with one another. I'm getting that Hassan may have proposed, or has adamantly spoken on marriage, & she declined. I'm also picking up that he may be the type to want control in the relationship (& if we know Rihanna, she isn't the type to be controlled, for energy is very free and explorative). Rihanna wasn't feeling the relationship after a while, & that she may have gotten bored and discontent with it. She was confused under the surface, where she was unsure if she wanted to keep building towards something with Hassan. I feel like there was some kind of proposal, or conditions of the proposal that Rihanna seemed to be against she didn't want to be a kept woman. I'm seeing that Hassan has a deeper, more controlling side to him, & he seemed to hurt Rihanna a lot within the relationship, & I'm feeling that he is this way by nature. It feels like he may be imprisoned by the his own way he handles his relationships, because he seems to be a very dominating force; this can very much be a shadow side of his that has yet to be addressed. Despite this, he believes that Rih would have been the right woman for him, &his focus is family. I feel like Rih was very against him trying to propose, & trap her into a controlling situation & she shut down. Rih is making a lot of prosperity for herself & her sole focus is making business moves & getting projects done; she felt this relationship was an interference. She feels like she has a lot of abundant opportunities that she has in the works, & being a tied down woman is not in her plans right now; she is solely focused on securing her own abundance rather than a shared legacy at this time in her life. She is going to be very much in her solitude, getting her a coin, securing her bag, & gaining her happiness back; not that she was depressed but this relationship did take its toll on her mentally. She is focused on being spiritually aligned & focusing on herself & her peace. She is very much keeping to her own shit, having patience & planning. I will say I see another man here, but they feel like someone she is working with professionally, but it also feels like someone she is familiar with. But I will note that if she gets into a relationship, though no time soon, it will be with someone other than Hassan; most likely it will be someone she dated before or someone who has been a good friend to her (I don't think it's ASAP Rocky, they are just friends).

💔Rihanna's current feelings toward Hassan❓💔

One thing she does acknowledge is something I kept picking up on when it comes to him, which is that he is strict & even controlling; he has an idea & his own vision of what he wants when it comes to having a family of his own, but it may be stemming from familial traditions & they may come off as borderline possessive. Like I said before, Rihanna is not the type to be controlled or to be a kept woman, but that seems to be what his traditions implied. Rihanna does care for him & I'm sensing a lot of love for him from her end, but she has a lot of conflict with being with him. Marriage seem to be something that was much discussed, but Rih doesn't feel like she will be happy in such an arrangement. She feels like she can love him from a distance, & more importantly as a friend, because it feels like she is cognizant of what her relationship will become with him.

💔Hassan's current feelings toward Rihanna❓💔

I feel like Hassan has felt that Rihanna has a very strong fighting spirit, & one of the main things she fights for is her freedom. That does put a huge burden on him, as he feels like she is always on the move, & she is always in search of solace in solitude. She is definitely her own person & she has expressed that she wanted to stay friends even if they weren't together. It feels like he did want to propose, but it was coming from a place of trying to lock down the relationship. He is acknowledging that she wants to be focused on herself & her own bag, & she is adamant about not being locked down in an unhappy situation. I feel like he has to seek where his own truth lies, as he seems to start over & figure out what it is he really wants in love & a marriage; I think the way Rih stood her ground with him, he may look for someone more willing to commit, but that isn't to say that he doesn't have love for Rih too.

💔What lies in the future for this connection❓💔

Right now, the energy is that of friendship, & she is quite clear about keeping it that way. She isn't intrested in being tied down in a relationship that is going to keep her fighting & feeling defensive, & this relationship feels like it will bond her to that, had she answered his proposal with agreeance. Hassan seemed to be the one pushing for deeper levels of commitment, but Rih is coming up as someone who is moving away from that dynamic; it feels like this isn't something she wants at this time, if not now then ever. She is on the move focusing on her own personal endeavors & passions, & she is being guided to choose her path wisely. I feel like Rih may (as I've stated before) have a fear of either marriage, this type of arrangement of marriage, or more specifically a fear of being a kept woman, & she is a woman who cherishes her freedom. It seems like Hassan was very persistent about committing, but she had a guard up. I'm picking up on control again; she has a strong fear of allowing this relationship (or marriage) to control her, & she is intuitively feeling that she won't be happy in a dominating situation. She feels like they can have a successful friendship, since they both cared deeply for one another. I feel like getting married will still be something that Hassan will be adamant about for a while, but eventually he'll either move on from it, or will once who keep plotting for it behind the scenes (or maybe he'll just look for another woman who he can marry). But it all, they are taking a break from each other romantically, but I am picking up on them remaining good friends & having positive movement forward. I don't feel they are as much in contact at this time, however.

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femmeslash · 6 years

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kaemaki week day 2! flower shop/coffee shop (kind of. this is a tattoo artist/florist au. THERE IS DISCUSSION OF NEEDLES!)

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Eleven in the morning on a Friday isn't the busiest time for Maki. She has a couple clients booked for later this afternoon, but they're nothing too intensive. She's considering asking Rantarou to pierce her nose or something when the bell above the shop door rings, making her look up.

In her doorway is the florist from across the street. Well, one of them, the pretty blonde girl, standing tall and confident. "Hi!" she says. "Do you take walk-ins?"

"Depends on what you want done," Maki replies.

The woman smiles. "I want to get a tattoo. Just a small flower."

"We can do that," Maki says after a moment of consideration. "Did you have an artist in mind?" Please don't say Rantarou, she prays. He's always popular with girls, but he also has an appointment for nipple piercings booked in half an hour.

"Are you Maki?"

"I am."

The woman beams. "Great! I really like your work. I was thinking, like, a cherry blossom. Ooh, or a gardenia?"

"Do you need some time?" Maki asks. The last thing she wants is some girl who can't make up her mind about a tattoo.

"Oh, no! No, I was just kinda thinking out loud. I want a cherry blossom branch. Yeah. Haha, I'm actually a friend of Rantarou's, so if I decide I want more I can just come back, right?"

"You still have to pay for it, Kaede," Rantarou says, suddenly behind Maki.

Kaede looks indignant. "I know that! What, you think I'm trying to run you out of business?"

"Ahaha, I know, I know. I'm just saying. Maki's taking care of you, then?"

"Yeah," Maki says. "Where did you want it done?"

"Oh, um, I was thinking my inner thigh?"

Maki blinks, stunned, wondering what she's just gotten herself into. Great.

It takes her exactly eight minutes to draw the cherry blossoms and print them out, while Kaede eagerly chatters away with Rantarou. Now that Maki thinks about it, she's definitely heard him mention a Kaede who was a florist once or twice, just hadn't made the connection that Kaede was this person. But procedures are procedures, so she preps for the tattoo as she would anyone else, even as she wonders why Kaede chose her instead of Rantarou.

"Okay," Maki says, putting on a fresh pair of gloves. "I'm about to start. Are you ready?"

"Yep!" Kaede responds enthusiastically, and Maki presses the needle down.

Soon, though, Kaede begins to tremble. "Try not to move around too much," Maki warns.

"Ooh, I know! It just, oww, it hurts a lot more than I thought it would."

"This is a pretty sensitive area." Maki finishes off the line she'd been inking. "Do you need a second?"

"Nope, you can keep going!"

So she does, methodically lining the small petals of each flower before moving down to the small stems. It's so precise and exact, it's practically second nature to Maki. Kaede continues to twitch and flinch throughout the session, but at least she's making a clear effort to still her movements.

"You're doing great," Maki says, wanting to at least give her some small encouragement. "Almost done."

"Really?" Kaede sits up, craning her neck to see.

"Flowers are done. I'm going to do the main branch now. This might sting."

"Okay!" Kaede lies back down, clasping her hands over her chest. "I can handle that."

The remainder of the design is easy, just straight black lines. The skin of Kaede's thigh is swollen and reddened, but the tattoo looks great, especially by Maki's high standards. "You're done," she tells Kaede. "How is it?"

"Oh! Wow, oh, this is really cool. Thank you! It's so pretty…"

"Glad to hear it. Can I take a picture for my portfolio?"

"Yeah, of course! Just make sure my underwear isn't in it, hah," Kaede snorts.

"Wasn't planning on it." Maki snaps a quick photo with her cell phone. "Do you need an aftercare sheet?"

"Oh, for sure, yeah. I kinda know what I'm doing, but I'd like to have it on hand, you know?"

"At least you're responsible." Maki hands her the printout. "I can cash you out up front."

Kaede pays with fresh bills that look like they came directly from a bank. "Oh, no!" she exclaims suddenly. "I'm sorry, I just… I forgot tip money!"

"It's fine." Wouldn't be the first time someone forgot to tip her.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise!" Kaede smiles apologetically. "Thank you again, I really love it."

"No problem. Uh, take care," Maki says, and watches her leave.

At two o'clock Maki leaves for a coffee run; iced hazelnut with two creams for herself, a flat white for Rantarou. When she returns, curiously, there's a bouquet of white roses sitting at her station, bearing a small handwritten tag:

Thanks again! I'll definitely be back :) —Kaede ❤

#ndrv3 #kaemaki #kaemakiweek2018 #kaede akamatsu #maki haruwaka #rantarou amami #needles #tattoos #(for blacklist)#my writing #ooohhhh i want more tattoos now #most painful one ive gotten was on my stomach #but my thigh was a close second!

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