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creaaki · 4 months

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I've been reading jerejean fics and I love how at one point everybody agreed that Jeremy comes from a crowded household with many siblings. My boy KNOWS how to deal with shit smoothly because he probably has a long history of:

Pulling back together after realising he isn't the No1 priority at the moment, winning heated arguments with minutes of patience and bullshitting just because, counseling of hours after one of his sisters' break-ups or brothers' breakdowns over a fight with their parents, being compared to them, parenting the little ones when mom and dad aren't home, sharing a bed with others when guests are staying over on holidays, falling asleep in one of their beds after a nightmare, waking up with one of them under his blankets some other day, crossing the hallway on his tippy toes at 3am and finding the kitchen already has its lights on filled with quiet whispers to not wake their parents up (there's always a gossip going around about the mom's side of the family, and he still remembers the first day his big sister didn't sent him back to bed because he is now one of the grown-ups.), quietly opening his window at midnight to let his brother sneak back into home after a party which Mrs and Mr Knox would not approve of, spending exactly eleven minutes to figure out how to slice the pie mom made evenly because this nine-year-old has to have some issues for fucking God's sake.

Jeremy always had someone looking out for him, and someone to look out for. He knows the importance of trust and respect and love and everything that you need to give people to be family. Jeremy values family. It's only normal when he makes the Trojans his new crowded loud family after leaving the house.

He adores Trojans, he wants them to be happy, he wants them to be happy while playing Exy. So he does everything he can to make them fall in love with Exy, not winning because he doesn't want his sisters and brothers to break themselves apart like he did in high school when he heard a teacher say "A shame the young Knox is nothing like his brother". He trusts his team, he knows they will fight with all they have until the last moment, they always do.

When he expresses his new plan to his team he's well aware they might lose. Foxes played the whole season with nine people, and it's a complete new thing for Trojans. He isn't afraid, though; not all of the team think of it as a good idea at first, but they all come around at some point and decide to give it a try, because they love playing Exy and hungry for improvement and it's going to be fun and a little fair, too, because the Foxes are actually nice people and what are they playing for if they're going to freak out and keep their weaknesses a weakness?

They lose, and the first thing Alvarez does after leaving the court is to barge into the men's changing room with Laila following her and express her remarks on the match, not so politely. ("No, but how the-"). Second thing she does is to tell Jeremy her suggestions on changing the training drills slightly to adapt the team into building up more stamina, she got these ideas on the court, by the way. Jeremy can't scold her for not focusing on the game because she was focused, and he is kind of scared of her. They still have their party, and decide to gather in Jeremy's room for the night, turning the party to a slumber one. Jeremy doesn't mind being squished. In fact, you could say he is very, very happy in the morning despite the sweat and dampness, all off the Trojans peacefully breathing and cuddling each other makes his chest warm.

The next year, Jeremy knows they will win. He told the Trojans they would, and they trust him. He just knows. And they do win. His room is a little more crowded now, with the new freshmen and their seniors who graduated last year (he thought they should invite them, the Trojans owe their seniors for them giving up on the trophy last year).

Jeremy thinks he loves both his families.

#jeremy would do anything for the trojans #he just will #and when jean arrives jeremy thinks my family might have problems but everyone will be HAPPY #jean never had a real family and jeremy is determined to make him not long for one #he wont let jean not live his life #last year jeremy shared his bed with the trojans because of the lack of space #but not this year #this year there's only jean beside him because he still needs time #jeremy takes jean to his home on a holiday and jean immediately understands why jeremy shines so bright #jeremy's mom knits jean a sweater on christmas because i need her to #jeremy's inviting jean to his first ever family and jean accepts it because i need him to be loved #go mr sunshine go give the french boy a hug because he fucking needs it #i love them so much #and jeremy knox is literally so perfect they are so perfect for each other #jeremy knox #all for the game #jean moreau #jerejean #the kings men #the sunshine court #i didn’t sleep last night #or will not tonight #i didn't intend this to be this long shit

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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Terry Bruno Masterlist

Good Morning - Terry wakes up and he's not alone.

Distracted - Terry gets distracted thinking about your relationship

Vacation Days (NSFW) - Terry gives you the vacation you deserve.

Jealous - Terry doesn't get jealous...

Adore (NSFW) - Terry adores you.

Say It Again - Terry almost loses you.

Honey - Your kisses are sweet like honey.

A Sinking Ship - Terry worries about the stress you're under.

Going To War - Terry and you discuss the potential consquences of his whistleblowing.

3am - Terry's awake at 3am.

Polish Up Real Nice - You have no idea how much your words mean to Terry.

Ferris Wheel - Terry doesn't expect to as much fun as he does.

Armour - Terry struggles with vulnerability.

Rose (NSFW) - You help Terry cope with the death of his ex-wife.

Day & Night - Terry takes care of you after a stint undercover.

Cowboy!Terry:

The Ranch - You fell in love with Terry underneath the stars in Montana.

Whiskey Kisses - You and Terry share your first kiss after a whiskey tasting event.

Memorable (NSFW) - You make your first time with Terry memorable.

Montana - Terry recieves a holiday card in the mail.

Spousal Privilege - Terry becomes your accomplice and your husband.

Wish You Were Here (NSFW) - You and Terry celebrate your first wedding anniversary.

Affair!Terry:

The Day We Met - It's a case of wrong place, wrong time when Terry meets his soulmate.

Giddy - Terry decides to cross a line.

Call It Fate - Terry can't help himself (NSFW)

Ruin (NSFW) - You've ruined Terry for anyone else including his wife.

You & Only You (NSFW) - It's you Terry thanks about.

Quarter Past Midnight - Terry isn't ready to go home.

My Place - Terry needs you.

Stay - Terry asks you to stay.

Hot - Terry can't control himself around you.

Adore You - Terry adores you.

Don't Be Shy - Terry thinks your shy.

"Tell Me What You Wanna Do" - Terry enjoys a moment alone with his phone.

Innocent - Terry reminds you he knows you're anything but innocent.

Three Days - For three days you have Terry all to yourself.

Easy - You make Terry's life easy.

Officer Down - You're injured in the line of duty.

Close - An evening with you leads Terry to end his marriage.

Playlists:

Affair! Terry Inspo

Series

The North Star Series - Part of The Bronx Universe

Pinot Grigio - How it all started...

Tinder - Terry makes a discovery when he downloads Tinder.

Part One: Moments (NSFW)

Part Two: Case of the Ex

Part Three: Her Worse Half

Part Four: Always

Part Five: Ask Me Again (NSFW)

Part Six: Degas

Part Seven: The Heist

Part Eight: A Part to Play

Part Nine: Home

Part Ten: Safe Space

Part Eleven: Weak

Part Twelve: Got Your Back

Part Thirteen: Familia

Part Fourteen: Gunplay

Part Fifteen: Friendly Fire

Part Sixteen: Alive (NSFW)

Part Seventeen: Karma

Part Eighteen: Lucky

Part Nineteen: Fucked Up

Part Twenty: Orchard Beach

Part Twenty One: Tuscany

Part Twenty Two: New York

Part Twenty Three: Long Term

Playlists:

North Star Inspo

Mike Duarte x Terry Bruno x Reader:

Say Goodbye - Terry steps in when Mike finds it hard to say goodbye.

This Mess Is Mine - Terry and Mike discuss your absence.

Missed You (NSFW) - Mike and Terry show you how much they’ve missed you.

Look After You - You and Mike look after Terry.

Dreaming - Mike and Terry take care of you during a nightmare.

Surrender (NSFW) - Terry surrenders to you.

“I can't believe we haven't tried this sooner”

How It Starts

5 Sentences:

“Only a kiss will break this spell !”

“are you really wearing my hoodie?”

“Your lips,against mines. Boom. Kiss.”

“do you snore? please don’t tell me you snore.”

love at first sight

“I think I’m in love with you.”

And I had no warnin’ about who you are.

And if you like to talk for hours Just go ahead now

Now every morning I wake up with you right next to me.

“Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty And meet me tonight”

Falling into your ocean eyes

THOTS:

Pregnancey Simulator

Dates

Affection

I Love You

Marriage

NSFW Alphabet:

Jealousy

Wild Card & Xray

What Makes Him Orgasm

How He Eats Pussy

#terry bruno #detective terry bruno #terry bruno x reader #terry bruno x you

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omegaradiowusb · 3 months

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MARCH 4, 2024 (#370)

Nico: “The Fairest Of The Seasons” Velvet Underground, The: “Who Loves The Sun” Stooges, The: “Dirt” T. Rex: “I Love To Boogie” Public Image Ltd.: “Annalisa” Birthday Party, The: “The Red Clock” Gang Of Four: It Is Not Enough” English Beat, The: “Ranking Full Stop” Talking Heads: “Moon Rocks” Kinks, The: “Living On A thin Line” Husker Du: “Hardly Getting Over It” Love & Rockets: “Kundalini Express” Smiths, The: “Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me” Jesus And Mary Chain, The: “Nine Million Rainy Days” Fall, The: “New Big Prinz” Galaxie 500: “Strange” Pixies, The: “Hey” Primal Scream: “I’m Losing More Than I’ll Ever Have” Concrete Blonde: “The Sky Is A Poisonous Garden” Slint: “Good Morning Captain” Machines Of Loving Grace: “Burn Like Brilliant Trash (Jackie's...)” Dinosaur Jr.: “Start Choppin’” Blur: “Hanging Over” Oasis:”Columbia” Manic Street Preachers: “Archives Of Pain” Replacements, The: “Can’t Hardly Wait” Radiohead: “Fake Plastic Trees” Elliott Smith: “Coming Up Roses” Paul Weller: “Broken Stones” Placebo: “I Know” PJ Harvey: “Naked Cousin” Morrissey: “Piccadilly Palare” Verve, The: “Bittersweet Symphony” Brian Jonestown Massacre, The: “Let’s Pretend That It’s Summer” Pulp: “Sorted For E’s & Wizz” Le Tigre: “Friendship Station” Radiohead: ”Fake Plastic Trees” Jay Reatard: “Let It All Go” Future Islands: “Like The Moon” Mountain Goats, The: “Blood Capsules” Weezer: ”Everybody Needs Salvation”

A new broadcasting season, a new five-star edition of Omega Radio. For tonight's midnight slot, we kickoff our first Springtime show with three hours of marquee music full of awesome standards, unanimous favorites, and top-shelf songs. We play these familiars for all of our listeners to enjoy, and also to have more time assembling future deluxe broadcasts.

A big thank you to @tewz for contributing much of the sounds heard on this morning's show. We have more new, current, and favorite sounds and artists on the way in the coming weeks. See you then.

March 18, 2024 (Midnight-3AM): deluxe Omega.

April 1, 2024 (Midnight-3AM): deluxe Omega.

April 15, 2024 (Midnight-3AM): deluxe Omega.

April 29, 2024 (Midnight-3AM): deluxe Omega.

May 13, 2024 (Midnight-3AM): deluxe Omega.

May 27, 2024 (Midnight-3AM): final deluxe Spring '24 Omega.

#omega #music #playlists #punk #rock #new wave #no wave #alternative #Britpop #noise rock #shoegaze #folk #vocal #legends #classics

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deadlyanddelicate · 10 months

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i was tagged by @grandfather-clock to post three albums i’ve been listening to!!

i mean. i wish this was going to be a cool music rec post that was going to showcase my Taste™️, but the instructions were albums i’ve been listening to, and unfortunately august has been a long and stressful month and my neurospicy self copes by listening to the same comfort tracks over and over and over so here goes nothing loool

the barbie movie soundtrack - i NEED you to understand that when i say this, 70% of the time i mean ‘speed drive’ by charli xcx (which as i’ve said before is a ronancore song) but also just like. yeah. the rest of it. issa bop what can i say. serotonin boost

midnights by taylor swift - listen i couldn’t tell you which one (regular version 3am version til dawn version lavender marriage version 5:43am version witching hour version daylight savings time version) because miss swift is CLEARLY dealing with her breakup through capitalism by releasing 46 of the same album, and they all kind of blur together at this point. i wish we could combine them all and have an Ultimate Midnights Edition (2 Mid 2 Night - Midnights Drift, if you will). however i HAVE been listening to ‘hits different’ a lot and envisioning adam parrish in his breakup era so i THINK it’s this one.

far from home - this is not an album per se as much as it is my ever-growing playlist for my main dnd character!!!! yes i’m cheating no i don’t care plus i HAVE been listening to it a lot lately bc we’ve been on a very long hiatus and I MISS HER!!! they’re my specialest little blorbo. i feel like i’ve seldom cared more about a character i made up - in my head there is a whole cinematic masterpiece full of action sequences and special effects both about her backstory and their adventure with my friends’ characters. btw this playlist has everything from the national to britney spears to nine inch nails to billie eilish. oh and a WHOLE LOT of 2wei, two steps from hell and movie/game soundtracks for that epic oomph. (the character art is by terry wei and our gm picked it out originally, but her look has changed quite a bit since then!!)

tagging @papiliomachaon @sonboyadam and @faeparrish ily guys!! 🫶🫶🫶

#ambra.txt #have you heard about my blorbo? because i WILL talk about her. she’s my specialest little themcess #i wish i could have answered with hozier’s new album but tragically i haven’t had the mindspace to listen

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bloomeng · 1 year

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Liyue characters headcanons: when they go to bed (and when they get up)

Keqing: tries really hard to go to bed around 9/ has a hard time falling asleep; busy worrying about everything she needs to do for the next day/ actually falls asleep around 10/ sleeps with stuffed animals/ doesn’t want people to know that she sleeps with stuffed animals (wakes up early by choice but is not a morning person/ needs tea to wake her up)

Ganyu: without the constraints of work she would have a wonderful sleep schedule/ rejects sleep for days (canonly)/ does not nap/ light sleeper/ sleeps hugging a pillow (morning person through and through/ makes a point to be awake in the morning)

Ningguang: very regulated schedule/ in bed by ten, awake by nine, only deviates for special occasions/ high thread count sheets and silk pajamas/ cannot sleep if there’s light which she solves with black out curtains and an eye mask/ prefers to get her proper 8 hrs/ extensive nightly routine (not a morning person, literally don’t talk to her, don’t look at her, just let her drink her tea in peace)

Beidou: really only needs 5 hours to function/ deep sleeper/ snores/ sprawls out in bed/ has a tendency to go to bed late-ish, yet always wakes up at a normal time (not a morning person per say but has the ability to be be hyper aware and lively right after she wakes up)

Yanfei: goes to bed at a normal time but during her law school days this was not the case/ has pulled several all-nighters/ is an evening enjoyer/ not above bringing paperwork to bed (wakes up at a normal time for work but even if she didn’t have work she’d get up at a normal time bc she hates feeling unproductive)

Hu Tao: goes to bed around midnight/ gets caught up with her own projects and looses track of time/ loves tiny pillows/ sleeps in shorts even in the winter; to be fair Liyue doesn’t get very cold/ bad bed head, hair just absolutely a mess every morning (wakes up at a normal time bc she has a business to run, but on weekends sleeps in until late-morning)

Zhongli: needs less sleep bc he’s not human but still requires some/ also he finds sleeping to be pleasant/ sleeps extremely still on his back/ has a distinct routine; goes to bed at 9pm, reads for an hr, wakes up at 3am/ has both a strict morning and nightly routine/ must have his tea in the morning, not for the caffeine he will just be sad and grumpy for the rest of the day (gets up early bc he doesn’t care for the feeling of oversleeping)

Xiao: rarely sleeps, like Ganyu and Zhongli he needs less sleep, despite this he still doesn’t get enough/ prefers to sleep sitting up/ his version of sleeping is more accurately described as passing out /Verr Goldet set aside a room for him which he pretends not to use/ is so use to fighting sleep that he has a hard time falling asleep/ light sleeper and sleeps poorly/ refuses to let others see him sleeping (is extra grumpy right after he’s woken up bc he embarrassed he fell asleep in the first place/ cannot stand to eat right after he’s woken up)

Xiangling: gets tired fairly early/ let’s herself go to sleep whenever she’s sleepy/ deep sleeper/ known to occasionally talk in her sleep/ has a stuffed bear that she sleeps with that she’s had since she was little (gets up with the sun/ morning revolves around what she’s making for breakfast)

Xinqiu: stays up very late…. reading ofc/ his parents think he’s asleep/ often suffers the consequences/ on the nights he plans to train in the morning he’s more diligent about going to bed (if left he will sleep till noon/ most mornings he has to up by 9 and he’s not happy about it/ the days that he secretly trains in the morning he wakes up ridiculously early)

Chongyun: no longer has an enforced bedtime but he acts like he does/ is very stubborn about following it/ even if someone (Xingqiu) to get him to stay up he would end falling asleep anyway/ sleeps with the window open in and effort to remain cold/ sleeps in thin, loose, pj’s for the same reason (a morning person/ at his most relaxed in the morning)

Shenhe: has a set schedule for herself/ is willing to break it but only for reasons she can justify/ can only sleep on her back/ light sleeper/ goes to bed when the sun sets, wakes up before it comes up (enjoyed the stillness of mornings)

Yelan: has a worse schedule then she’d like to admit/ often works at night/ if she’s not out then she’s handling paperwork/ tends to only sleep several hours at a time/ has blackout currents so that she can sleep during the day if she has to/ has fallen asleep in her clothes (needs caffeine in some form in the morning/ doesn’t like the sunrise bc it means she never went to bed)

Yun Jin: routine girlie/ very long skin care routine/ loves to lay in bed and read/ sometimes she composes in the evening/ goes to bed around 10ish (doesn’t like waking up/ lays in bed for about an hr before she’s ready to face the day/ motivates herself to get up with tea)

Xin Yan: has gigs at night/ gets home fairly late, eats and goes straight to bed/ on nights without gigs she spends the time writing songs/ usually goes to bed around 11 those nights (usually allows herself to sleep in until mid-morning)

Yao Yao: has a bedtime/ does not fight the bedtime/ likes bedtime bc she gets to hear stories (wakes up early-ish/ is pretty cheerful in the morning)

Qiqi: does not sleep… it creeped Baizhu out at first (Baizhu suspects that mornings are her favorite time of day bc she’ll sit very quietly and watch outside the window)

Baizhu: insists on getting his beauty sleep/ astutely aware of the connection between regular sleep and longer life span/ sleeps in his braid/ sleeps in silk pajamas/ changsheng sleeps in a smaller bed in his room/ has a hard time falling asleep (not a morning person/ needs his coffee and his space)

+ Childe: doesn’t have a particular schedule but also doesn’t stay up ridiculously late/ falls asleep quickly/ use to sleeping whenever he could so he has the ability to sleep anywhere/ starfishes in the middle of the bed/ drools occasionally/ can sleep in but generally chooses not to (surprisingly a morning person/ wakes up fairly early due to his years in the military/ doesn’t linger in his room very long/ gets ready very quickly)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #zhongli #hu tao #ganyu #childe #baizhu #sorry again not tagging everyone

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davidalmeida · 1 year

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Preparation for Parenthood

(From January 1999, saved from a hilarious multi-forwarded email that was ‘making the rounds.’)

Preparation for parenthood is not just a matter of reading books and decorating the nursery. Here are 12 simple tests for expectant parents to take to prepare themselves for the real life experience of being a mother or father.

1) (Women) To prepare for maternity, put on a dressing gown and stick a beanbag chair down the front. Leave it there for nine months. After nine months, remove 10% of the beans.

2) (Men) To prepare for paternity, go to the local drug store, tip the contents of your wallet on the counter, and tell the pharmacist to help himself. Then go to the supermarket. Arrange to have your salary paid directly to their head office. Go home. Pick up the paper and read it for the last time.

3) Before you finally go ahead and have children, find a couple who are already parents and berate them about their methods of discipline, lack of patience, apallingly low tolerance levels, and how they have allowed their children to run riot. Suggest ways in which they might improve their child's sleeping habits, toilet training, table manners, and overall behavior. Enjoy it--it's the last time in your life that you will have all of the answers.

4) To discover how the nights feel, walk around the living room from 5pm till 10pm carrying a wet bag weighing approximately 8-12 pounds. At 10pm put the bag down, set the alarm for midnight, and go to sleep. Get up at 12am and walk around the living room again with the bag, until 1am. Put the alarm on for 3am. As you can't go back to sleep, get up at 2am and make a drink. Go to bed at 2:45am. Get up again at 3am when the alarm goes off. Sing songs in the dark till 4am. Put the alarm on for 5am. Get up. Make breakfast. Keep this up for 5 years. Look cheerful.

5) Can you stand the mess children make? To find out, smear peanut butter onto the sofa and jam onto the curtains. Hide a fish stick behind the stereo and leave it there all summer. Stick your fingers in the flower beds then rub them on the clean walls. Cover the stains with crayons. There, how does that look?

6) Dressing small children is not as easy as it seems. First buy an octopus and a string bag. Attempt to put the octopus into the string bag so that none of the arms hang out. Time allowed for this: all morning.

7) Take an egg carton. Using a pair of scissors and a can of paint, turn it into an alligator. Now take a toilet paper tube. Using only scotch tape and a piece of foil, turn it into a Christmas tree. Last, take a milk container, a ping pong ball, and an empty packet of Coco Puffs and make an exact replica of the Eiffel Tower. Congratulations, you have just qualified for a place on the play group committee.

8) Forget the Miata and buy the minivan. And don't think you can leave it out in the driveway spotless and shining. Family cars don't look like that. Buy a chocolate ice cream bar and put it in the glove compartment. Leave it there. Get a quarter. Stick it in the cassette player. Take a family-size bag of chocolate cookies. Mash them down the back seats. Run a garden rake along both sides of the car. There! Perfect!

9) Get ready to go out. Wait outside the toilet for half an hour. Go out the front door. Come in again. Go out. Come back in. Go out again. Walk down the front path. Walk back up it again. Walk down it again. Walk very slowly down the road for 5 minutes. Stop to inspect minutely every cigarette butt, piece of used chewing gum, dirty tissue, and dead insect along the way. Retrace your steps. Scream that you've had as much as you can stand until all of the neighbors come out and stare at you. Give up and go back in the house. You are now just about ready to try taking a small child for a walk.

10) Always repeat everything you say at least five times. Go to your local supermarket. Take with you the nearest thing you can find to a pre-school child. A fully grown goat is excellent. If you intend to have more than one child, take more than one goat. Buy your week's groceries without letting the goats out of your sight. Pay for everything the goats eat or destroy. Until you can easily accomplish this, do not even contemplate having children.

11) Hollow out a melon. Make a small hole in the side. Suspend it from the ceiling and swing it from side to side. Now get a bowl of soggy Froot Loops and attempt to spoon it into the swaying melon by pretending to be an airplane. Continue until half of the Froot Loops are gone. Tip the rest into your lap, making sure that a lot them fall on the floor. You are now ready to feed a 12-month-old child.

12) Learn the names of every character from Barney, Sesame Street, and Power Rangers. When you find yourself singing, "I love you, you love me" at work, now you finally qualify as a parent!

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electrictoes · 3 years

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People Like Sunlight

For @dailysvu’s Sonny Carisi Appreciation Week

Day 7: Secrets (AKA another excuse for a “how the squad find out” fic)

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The Saturday morning trip to the zoo is long belated - Noah and Jesse have been asking to go for months but with one thing and another - Elliot Stabler crashing back into Liv’s life, Amanda’s father stumbling back into hers - they’re only now finding a day when they are both free from both professional and social obligations.

They meet at the entrance to the zoo, Noah calling out when he sees them approaching. Amanda’s got Jesse’s hand held tight in hers to keep her close by; Sonny has Billie on his shoulders already, and Amanda’s sure he’s going to regret telling Amanda not to bother with the stroller, that he’d carry Billie when she got tired, but Billie’s having the time of her life, shouting Noah’s name when she spots him from her vantage point above the heads of the crowd.

Liv greets Amanda first; a hug for Jesse and a wave to Billie, “I didn’t know you were joining us, Carisi.”

“Is that okay?” Sonny asks.

Liv smiles at him, “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t mean to crash your day, I’ve just been spendin’ a lot of time with Jesse an’ those animal books Noah gave her. I just wanted to-”

“I thought it’d be nice for the girls to have both their godparents here,” Amanda cut in when she spotted a question in Liv’s expression - most likely focusing on a lot of time. “And he’s carrying Billie, so I don’t have to.”

Liv nods, “It’s fine, Noah was already feeling a bit outnumbered.”

“I wasn’t,” Noah protests, but he’s grinning, “Hi Uncle Sonny!”

Sonny lets go of Billie’s right leg to give Noah a high five, then ducks his knees so that Billie can do the same - it’s endearing; Amanda loves the way Sonny is with the girls, but he’s been this way with Noah for just as long, and it’s always brought a warm feeling to her stomach, one she didn’t have a name for until recently.

By early afternoon Noah and Jesse are grumbling about their legs hurting - Billie is yet to walk anywhere so she’s doing just fine, although Sonny definitely looks like he could do with a break even if he won’t admit it - so they stop for a picnic. Jesse and Noah chase each other around the grass once they’d finished eating, Billie has dozed off with her head on Amanda’s leg and Amanda strokes a hand gently through her hair as she sleeps.

They chat quietly about their plans for the rest of the weekend, about their day so far, about the weather; it’s nice, spending time just relaxing together, the sounds of the children’s laughter making its way back to them.

After about fifteen minutes of chasing each other, Noah and Jesse return to their picnic blanket, Jesse crashing into Sonny and reaching for her water bottle while Noah sits next to Liv. Once they’ve caught their breath Noah looks over at Sonny, “Hey Uncle Sonny?”

Sonny turns to Noah, his hand on Jesse’s back, steading her as she takes a huge gulp of water, “Yeah?”

“Can you come to our house and make pancakes for my breakfast tomorrow?”

Sonny’s eyebrows knit together in confusion as Liv shakes her head at her son, “Noah, that’s not really something you can expect Uncle Sonny to do.”

“But he went over and made pancakes for Jesse this morning,” Noah protests.

Sonny resists the urge to look at Amanda as he stumbles out an excuse, “Well, only because we were-”

“He didn’t come over for pancakes, Noah,” Jesse says, turning onto her back and leaning against Sonny, feet digging into the picnic blanket.

“You said he made real pancakes not from a box.”

“He did!” Jesse yells, sitting upright and ignoring Amanda’s reminder that Billie is sleeping, “But Mommy and Uncle Sonny had a sleepover first,” she adds.

Noah’s eyes go wide and he turns to look at his mother, but Liv isn’t giving anything away.

“Hey,” Amanda says, “Why don’t you guys go over and see the sea lions again - let Billie finish up her nap.”

Jesse, who has no idea what she’s just revealed, jumps happily to her feet, but Noah - who at nine years old realises that this is kind of a big deal without understanding why - is reluctant. He wants to watch how this unfolds.

“Go on, Noah,” Liv says, “Jesse’s too little to go by herself.”

The three of them sit in silence as Jesse tugs Noah down the bank towards the sea lions - three pairs of eyes on the children and none of them on each other.

“I think spending time with Jesse and Billie is good for him,” Liv says, and then she turns to look at them both, “So, a sleepover?”

“Well, it got late an’-” Sonny starts, but Liv fixes him with a look.

“Don’t lie to me, Carisi,” she says, taking a sip from her bottle of water, her eyes drifting between the two of them.

“It’s still new,” Amanda admits, reaching over to place a hand on Sonny’s knee. “It’s not a secret, we’re just-”

“Not advertising it?” Liv nods, “Well, whatever the two of you do in private is your own business,” she says, “But if it gets serious, then-”

“It is,” Sonny interjects, resting his hand on top of Amanda’s, “It’s serious. And we will do whatever we need to, work-wise.”

“I’m really happy for you both,” Liv tells them.

Sunday morning is more chaotic than usual this week. They’re going out to Staten Island for their first official Carisi family gathering and Amanda is nervous enough without her children running rings around them both. The girls had chosen this morning to sleep until a reasonable hour for the first time in their lives - meaning that Amanda’s assertion they didn’t need to set an alarm was proved wrong - and she already feels like she’s two steps behind. Jesse has changed her outfit twice, and Amanda has given up trying to brush her hair; she leaves her in the girls’ bedroom choosing which jacket she’d like to take and seeks out her youngest who had slipped out of sight while Amanda was persuading Jesse not to select a third t-shirt - Sonny’s escaped the chaos by taking Frannie for her morning walk; no little shadows accompanying him today because no one is ready to leave the house.

She finds Billie in the living room, crouched down behind the couch and looking very suspicious.

“Billie? What are you- is that Uncle Sonny’s phone?” Billie has Sonny’s phone gripped in her sticky hands, she’s grinning down at and doesn’t look away until Amanda tries to take it from her.

“Billie’s,” she says, gripping the phone tighter.

“Give it to Momma, please,” Amanda tells her, a firm look on her face which actually works for once; Billie releases her hold on the phone just as Amanda sees the video filling the screen, “Oh- Chief, I-”

“Good morning Detective Rollins,” Garland says, smiling at her, seemingly unconcerned by having a conversation with her two-year-old at 10am on a Sunday.

“I’m so sorry,” Amanda said, “Did Billie call you? I don’t know where she-”

Before Amanda can finish her sentence, she hears a key in the lock, the sound of Frannie’s paws on the wooden floor, and Sonny’s voice sailing down the hallway towards her, “Hey, Rollins - do you remember me puttin’ my phone down last night?”

“It’s here,” she says, but before she can warn him that she’s got Garland on a video call right in front of them he’s pressing a kiss to her cheek as he reaches for the phone, his eyes going wide when he realises.

“Chief - I didn’t- everythin’ okay?” Amanda ducks away, leaving him with the phone in his hands; she picks up Billie before she can cause anymore chaos and carries her towards the bathroom to try and rid her of the sticky residue on her hands and face.

Sonny joins her in the girls’ bedroom a few minutes later; she’s brushing Jesse’s hair back while Billie runs in a circle around them. He gives her a reassuring smile, “He just wanted to check on somethin’ for the Dyer case, Billie must’ve answered it, probably didn’t even mean to,” he tells her. “And he, uh- he said not to worry about Billie, Abby used to be grabbin’ at phones and stuff all the time. He gets it.”

Amanda finishes tying Jesse’s hair back and turns to look at him, “And?”

“He didn’t say anything outright about, uh, us. He didn’t ask and I-” Sonny stops, looking down at the phone still in his hand, “Oh.”

“What?” Amanda asks, standing up and walking towards him, avoiding Billie’s invisible running track.

“Email from Garland,” he says, turning his phone towards her once he’s opened the email - the subject line is Disclosure Paperwork and there’s one file attached.

It has been the worst Friday night Amanda has worked in a long time - she had been ready to clock off at midnight; head home and slip into bed next to Sonny; he’d let her lie in a little in the morning, tell her to get some more sleep while he got up with the girls. But a call came it at 11:25 about a missing foster kid, and now it was nearing 3am, she was exhausted down to the bone and emotionally drained - and that was pretty good shape compared to Kat; equally worn down, but with a split lip, a black eye and shaking hands to go with it. Amanda had been two steps behind her walking into that room, and she’d been quick to take down the perp, but the shock of the violence combined with the sight that greeted them when they looked up - it was enough to bring the most seasoned detective to their knees.

As they grabbed their things at the precinct, Amanda found herself watching Kat, her stiff movements, her quiet, lost gaze. She knew that look, and she knew what came with it, “Where are you going now?” she asked.

“Home.”

Amanda frowned, “Is Celine still out of town?”

“Yeah,” Kat nodded as they walked towards the elevator together, “She’ll be back on Sunday night.”

“I don’t think you should be alone,” Amanda said, protectiveness coming over her.

“It’s fine,” Kat shrugged, “I’m not going to show up at my parents’ house in the middle of the night.”

“Come back to mine,” Amanda said - it wasn’t an offer. She’d worry about letting Kat into the spaces of her life, her relationship, that she’d been keeping quiet another time; her priority right now was keeping her partner, her friend safe - she hadn’t been quick enough to prevent the physical injuries, but she’d definitely sleep a little better knowing that Kat wasn’t at home on her own.

“You’ve got kids to worry about, I’m fine.”

“You’re not,” Amanda said firmly, her hand gently on Kat’s arm stopping her from walking away, “Look, we’ve got to look out for each other. You know how many times I made Carisi sleep on my couch when we were partners?”

Kat smiles at that; probably picturing Amanda forcing Carisi into her apartment after a tough shift. It was never that difficult with Carisi though - suggest dinner, time with the girls, and he’d always say yes.

“Alright, okay,” Kat gives in as the elevator arrives.

“It’ll be loud in the morning,” Amanda warns her, “But it’s better than being alone with your thoughts.”

She slips into bed later than planned; she’s set Kat up on the couch, told her to knock if she needs anything during the night. Sonny rolls over almost immediately when she touches a hand to his bare arm, and he gives her a sleepily smile, “You’re back.”

“Hey,” she whispers, “Keep you voice down; Kat’s here.”

He frowns in confusion, “Everythin’ okay?”

“Tough day - night,” Amanda tells him, and his arm comes around her in comfort, “Better she’s not alone.”

“Course,” Sonny says, pulling her little closer; he knows what that’s like. He glances up towards the door, “Do you want me to-”

“What? Sneak out the fire escape?” she shakes her head, smiling at his ridiculousness, “No, we’ve got a few hours before the girls are up, we can figure it out then.”

Amanda has slept maybe three hours when Jesse comes hurtling into the bedroom without knocking - they’re working on that - and rushes over to the bed, speaking at a volume far higher than necessary, “Mommy, Kat’s on our couch!”

“I know, baby,” Amanda says, reluctantly opening her eyes to see her five-year-old leaning in inches from her face, “She slept over. Don’t wake her up.”

“I wanna watch cartoons,” she protests. Sonny reaches for his phone on the nightstand and leans over Amanda, waving it sleepily at Jesse.

“You can watch on here,” he offers.

Jesse grins, “Can I get in bed with you?” She doesn’t wait for an answer, clambering over Amanda’s body to wiggle into the small space between her and Sonny.

“Just don’t call anyone,” Amanda says as Jesse takes Sonny’s phone.

Amanda doesn’t go back to sleep - the cheery cartoon sounds coming through the phone speaker keep her on the edge of wakefulness, but some time passes before she hears Sonny and Jesse whispering to each other.

“But the sun has been up for forever,” Jesse is saying, her negotiation head on. Too bad she’s trying to out manoeuvre a prosecutor.

“That’s because it’s summer,” Sonny tells her, “Mommy and Kat got back very late last night so we’ll let them sleep a little more first.”

“But I don’t wanna stay in bed.”

“Okay,” he says, and Amanda smiles to herself, knowing Jesse definitely thinks she’s winning this argument. “You can stay here and watch cartoons on my phone, or you can come with me to walk Frannie.”

The bed shifts beside her and Amanda opens one eye to see Jesse wrapping her arms around Sonny’s neck pleadingly, “But I want to watch TV in the-”

“Nice try,” Sonny says, tickling her sides until she lets go. “That wasn’t one of the choices.”

“Fine,” Jesse says, with no small amount of drama, “Let’s go for a stupid walk.”

“Jesse-”

“We don’t say stupid,” Jesse sighs, “Sorry Uncle Sonny.” She climbs over Amanda to get out of the bed, creeping out of the door in a way she probably thinks is quiet.

Sonny presses his lips to Amanda’s shoulder as he climbs out of bed, “I’ll make it a long walk. Want me to take Billie too?”

“If she’s awake,” Amanda says gratefully, leaning up for a proper kiss before he gets dressed.

The apartment is quiet, but Amanda still can’t get back to sleep - she heard the door go, Sonny and the girls leaving as quietly as he could get them to, but sunlight is streaming in through the curtains and she’s too awake now to drift off. She gives up after ten minutes and goes to take a shower. On her way back down the hall she hears the sound of her old coffeemaker coming to life, and walks into the kitchen to see that Kat’s awake; the bruise on her eye is purpling but her lip looks less swollen than the night before, “Good morning.”

“Hi I was just making a coffee-” Kat gestures to the machine, she looks a little uncertain, or maybe that’s just the tiredness seeping in.

“It’s fine, make yourself at home.”

“Thanks for letting me stay, it was good not to wake up in an empty apartment,” Kat says, taking a second coffee mug and holding it up to Amanda who nods.

“Any time,” Amanda assures her.

Once they’re both sat in the living room with their coffee mugs in their hands, Kat looks over at Amanda, a smile on her face, “So, I saw something interesting this morning.”

Amanda bites her lip, preparing for what comes next, “What was that?”

“Counsellor Carisi… creeping out of your bedroom,” Kat looks very pleased with herself as she takes a long sip of her coffee, waiting for Amanda’s response.

Amanda doesn’t see any sense in denying it, “Yeah, you probably did.”

“Don’t worry,” Kat says reassuringly, “I’m not going to say anything to the captain.”

“It’s fine,” Amanda waves Kat off, “She already knows - we disclosed two weeks ago, we’re just not advertising it.”

Kat’s eyes go wide at that, “Wait, what? I never- well, you two have always been kind of,” she shrugs, “At least since I’ve known you.”

“Yeah,” Amanda smiles, “We kind of have.”

Amanda knocks once on Sonny’s office door before pushing it open, “Hey Counsellor,” she says, a smile just for him as she slips into the office.

“Hey Detective Rollins,” Sonny says, a smirk on his own lips.

She crosses the room and perches on the end of his desk, “Work call,” she tells him, but she isn’t in any hurry to rush him along.

He leans back in his chair, closing the case file he has open and looking up at her, “What do you need?”

“A warrant for Delugo’s phone records,” Amanda tells him - it is the primary reason for her visit, although she probably could have asked him over the phone, waited until he dropped the warrant off to see him. She likes finding excuses to come over here though, to see him in Counsellor Carisi mode in his own office, even with the mismatched paint and dented filing cabinets. That isn’t new with the change of their relationship - she’s been looking for reasons to swing by the DA’s office ever since he left SVU.

Sonny knows that, knows full well that if it were any other ADA she’d have just phoned, “Alright,” he nods, leaning forward, his face much closer to hers, “but it’ll cost you.”

“Oh, is that so?” Amanda asks, fingers tracing up the tie she’d watched him put on earlier that day, “What’s the fee?”

“Hmm, I think we can negotiate something-” he says, leaning in until his lips are hair’s breadth from her own. She closes the gap without hesitating, taking his bottom lip between hers as she draws him close.

They’re interrupted by the door opening, and a familiar voice groaning at them, “Oh no. Not today.”

Amanda pulls back from the kiss, turning to look at her sergeant over her shoulder. “Fin,” she grumbles, “Don’t you knock?”

“Door’s open,” Fin says, “Didn’t realise it was getting all R-rated in here.”

Sonny rolls his eyes, leaning back into his chair, “It was just a kiss, Fin.”

“I didn’t see anything,” Fin says, hands up, “I don’t know anything.”

“Everyone else already knows,” Amanda says, enjoying the way his expression changes. She is kind of touched that he would have been willing to deny all knowledge if she and Sonny were carrying on a secret relationship though.

Fin frowns at being the last to know. “Since when?”

“Your wedding,” Amanda smiles, “Not wedding.”

“Damn,” Fin shakes his head, “You’re welcome.” He steps fully into the room, holding out a manila folder for Sonny to take. “Liv asked me to drop that off on my way to the courthouse.”

“Thanks Fin,” Sonny says with a nod.

As Fin backs out of the office Amanda stands up, moving around Sonny’s desk, “I better get back. I forgot Fin was in court today.”

“I’ll let you know once I’ve got that warrant,” Sonny says; he’s not keen to see her go but they’re balancing this personal/professional life thing pretty well on the whole - and it’s easier saying goodbye when you know you’re going to be going home together.

“I’ll owe you that fee,” Amanda says, enjoying the way his expression changes as she glances back at him over her shoulder. She knows he’s watching her go; he’ll keep his eyes on her until she’s out of sight and then he’ll pick up his pen and get back to work - a smile still lingering on his face.

Summer’s drawing to a close - afternoons like this one will fade away, replaced with the dim light and cool breeze of the Fall. It’s been the best summer Amanda has had in a long time - for a lot of reasons, but chief amongst them has been letting herself have something she’s longed for since she was a child - the genuine love of a man who she loves right back, her children’s laughter filling their daily lives, friends who have become family around them and there for them.

Before summer ends and Jesse, Noah and Abby go back to school, Garland and his wife have invited them all over for a backyard barbecue, and it’s the first time they’ve all been together outside of work since the not-wedding - the first time she gets to walk into a space filled with their friends, her fingers slotted neatly between Sonny’s.

Jesse and Billie raced ahead of them through the house and into the backyard, chasing the sound of Noah’s excited yells; Amanda and Sonny follow Lamai out to join them; the sun is warm, the scent of good food wafts across the yard, music’s playing softly in the background. The children are huddled together at the bottom of the yard, and from the looks of Billie’s face they’ve already managed to sneak some cake from somewhere.

Sonny releases her hand, a kiss to her cheek before moving to where Fin and Stabler are standing near the grill. Amanda takes an empty seat next to Liv, turning to greet her friends - they’ve all got stupid smiles on their faces and she laughs, shaking her head, “What?”

“Nothing,” Liv says, “It’s nice. Seeing you two like this.”

Amanda bites back a comment about Stabler’s presence - she knows Liv is genuine and she wants to embrace it - so she just nods, leaning back in her chair as the conversation returns to its earlier topics, her gaze moving between Sonny and the children - and then to Sonny and the children when he abandons his spot by the grill to check up on them; within seconds he’s on the floor, a pile of kids on top of him as he dramatically begs for mercy and Amanda has never been more in love with this ridiculous, wonderful man.

He catches her eye across the yard and gives her a wink; yeah, she’s definitely in love.

#carisi week #sonny carisi #rollisi #svu #rollisi fic #amanda rollins #svu fic #my fic

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souridealist · 3 years

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bnha characters as customers and employees in an american all-night convenience store transported (with its products, legalities, and expectations) into the middle of japan because I need something to think about while I’m on shift:

midoriya: employee, manages to stay cheerful and kind at seven in the morning and at the end of a second-shift-didn’t-show-up kind of double, so everyone is absolutely positive he’s a space alien, but he can remake the coffee in absolutely superhuman time so nobody is going to say anything

uraraka: employee who silently judges the people playing the lottery but is friendly and bubbly with them anyway. basically lives off of the free-for-employees coffee and the food that’s gone dry in the case and the baked goods that get thrown out at the end of the day.

todoroki: employee. only has this job because he’s trying to piss off his father and is rapidly discovering how much a banana costs, and everyone knows it, but he’s not a dick or anything. supernaturally good at pulling food out of the oven exactly enough seconds early to meet food safety standards but before it starts to burn, because a lot of it does burn if you wait till the timer goes off.

jiro: second shift with the occasional overnight, depending on how it fits around her concerts. sings while she works and it’s adorable. will shank you if you point it out or if you leave the grill understocked.

tokoyami: absolute cryptid of the night shift, rarely seen by the others for more than five to ten minutes at a time. good at his job, clearly, since the store is in one piece and usually clean when he gets off, but still.

aoyama: shows up drunk at 3am to buy six energy drinks, claims it’s because of the time difference from france even though they absolutely see him once or twice a month

bakugo: gets a coffee in the morning, shoves the coffee over the counter, shoves his card in the machine, grunts angrily in response to any questions asked of him, and leaves. that’s it. (there is coffee he makes himself in his house, coffee that you can’t get to go in a hurry, and crap, and he doesn’t want to pay for crap with pretensions of being something else.) finding out that he and deku have known each other for decades is a rite of passage for new employees.

asui: okay I can’t actually picture any of the 1A kids as big tobacco smokers, but that demographic needs to be represented in here somehow, so by the same magic that put this [REDACTED CONVENIENCE STORE] I’m assigning that trait to her, on account of the voice. anyway she’s the blessed kind of customer who gives new employees coordinates for her cigarettes of choice -- “red one, third shelf down, over to the right, perfect, ribbit.”

aizawa: the old man who comes in every day to buy a newspaper, a coffee, and a pack of cigarettes, like some walking platonic ideal of a convenience store visit. (this is a real guy.)

yaoyorozu: places an online order for two boxes of chicken wings and six bottles of Gatorade at quarter past nine in the morning. (this is also a real guy.)

midnight: shows up between one and four am in full dominatrix gear, buys a packet of chips and an extra-large slushy.

koda: brings his (non-service) dog in the store but the dog is well behaved and he lets everybody pet it so nobody is going to ever make a thing about it.

fatgum: always nice and friendly but also buys every hot dog on the grill ten minutes before lunch rush.

ashido: one of the seven thousand customers in a day who comes in and energy drinks in enormous multiples of three because there’s apparently a buy-three-get-whatever-off sale in perpetuity.

shoji: the guy who enters the store SILENTLY somehow despite the fact that the door chimes at you and always shows up when you’ve got your back to the counter restocking the tobacco and then you turn around and jump out of your skin at six feet of man standing there waiting for you for an unknown amount of time

hagakure: the guy who enters the store silently somehow despite the fact that the door chimes at you and always shows up when you’ve got your back to the counter restocking the tobacco, but she says “hi!” cheerfully and then you jump out of your skin anyway but you know she wasn’t waiting and she doesn’t do it in a snide or passive aggressive way so it’s fine

monoma: the iphone that the god damn online orders come in on, which gets jealous of me paying attention to the flesh and blood customers and starts shouting in a gleeful self-aggrandizing chime until sufficient attention is paid

kendo: the employee who works way too many hours and teleports across the store from any corner of it in order to deal with the aforesaid online order chiming

iida: the guy who says “oh, and a bag please” after you’ve already rung him out and then hands you seven cents in change for bag tax even though a) it’s not a big deal and b) you’re definitely not going to ring out a transaction for only bag tax on one bag, but you’re nonetheless impressed by his dedication to law and order. (also a real guy.)

denki: “can I get a blunt.” he means he wants one of the cheap individually wrapped or two-pack cigars, suitable for turning into a blunt. (this is also a real guy.)

kirishima: comes in with his own bag and hands you four large bags of beef jerky, blithely explaining “yeah I have six of each of these” while pointing to the bulging bag, which makes him very easy to ring out but also means you have to keep your jaw from hitting the floor

shigaraki: just gets a soda and two slices of pizza. honestly an extremely unremarkable customer for night shift.

endeavor: cop who comes in all the time because the store unfortunately lets cops get free fountain coffee and use the bathroom. never ever ever puts the seat back down.

mineta: banned from the store.

#boku no hero academia #bnha

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sleephyjhs · 4 years

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Cold Nightmares (Yoongi Imagine)

pairing: bff!yoongi x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst

word count: 0.37k

m.list | requested

tw: mentions of nightmares

The nights in which you jolted awake in a cold sweat always turned out to be the worst. Sometimes it took hours for your heartbeat to return to normal, and by the time it had, the sun was already climbing over the city skyline. On the nights where your own mind had awoken you, it was easy to remember your best friend Yoongi and how he’d made one early experience a lot easier to cope with.

Anytime you woke up after midnight, you’d always doublecheck to see his last activity on messenger services. Nine times out of ten, he was clearly fast asleep, but tonight was your lucky night.

Before you could scramble for the call button, an incoming ring from your best friend glowed on your screen, “Why are you awake? It’s 3am.” He started, his raspy voice groaning through the speaker phone.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I slept all afternoon, what’s your excuse?” He replied, the iconic level of bluntness that was only default for Yoongi.

“Nightmare..” you stuttered. It was as though you felt Yoongi come to realise why you picked up so quick. His nighttime comforting was near enough routine, but each time felt like the first time he had calmed you down. His words were never repeated, and he never seemed to tire of your calls.

The silence he spared gave you a moment to collect yourself. You weren’t willing to cry, nor did you feel able to. All you needed was his company, “Pretty bad, right?” You murmured in agreeance, not wanting to talk about it. Usually, you’d at least discuss what happened but your stumbling words were enough to indicate your exhaustion, “I don’t know if it will help, but if you turn on your console, I’ll treat you to a few races?”

On the other side of your phone, you smiled at Yoongi’s considerate offer. The first time you’d contacted him after a nightmare, he’d offered you a couple of rounds on the video games you’d bonded over, and so you were glad he thought to resort to a happy memory you shared, “That would be great! But you have to let me win at least one.”

“I don’t make such promises.”

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chaoticallysapphic · 3 years

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I'm the definition of a night owl. I get all my energy between midnight and 3am. Lin would have an aneurysm if she looked at my sleep schedule.

I can't go to sleep before twelve am or my body registers it as a nap and I'm up the entire night. I know if Lin isn't working late at the station shes going to sleep at a reasonable hour like nine. She would not be able to handle me lol

#not writing #ask #lin beifong

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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You Know You Love Me, Chapter 1 (Branjie) - Kiki

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first time writing for this fandom so very sincere apologies if it sucks lol. I had the idea of doing a Branjie Gossip Girl AU a while back and just couldn’t seem to get it out of my head so I had to write it! Hope you enjoy!

Hey Upper East Siders, Gossip Girl here. And I have the biggest news ever. Spotted at Grand Central, bags in hand: Brooke Lynn Hytes. Was it only a year ago our It Girl mysteriously disappeared for “boarding school”? And just as suddenly, she’s back. Don’t believe me? See for yourselves. XOXO, Gossip Girl.

The bright yellow cab pulled into the valet parking area quite quickly after leaving Grand Central Station. As Brooke Lynn Hytes went to reach for the door, she found that it was already opened for her, the concierge staff of the luxurious Palace Hotel never letting their guests lift a finger. To her left, she saw that her suitcases had been removed from the car and after she paid the driver, the doorman was already holding the door open for her, ready for her arrival.

“Welcome Back, Miss Brooke”, said Vanya, one of the hotels employees who had been taking care of Brooke’s family for years.

“Thanks, Vanya”, Brooke replied as she quickly walked to the elevator and immediately pressed the button for the Penthouse Suite. It had been a year since she had left for boarding school and although her mother had come to visit her once or twice throughout the school year, she had missed her a lot. She missed the fast-paced life that living in New York City had to offer compared to the boring life she had led in her boarding school in Connecticut. She missed her apartment, her bed, her friends and surprisingly, her school. But right now, all she wanted was to spend some time with her mom and catch up on everything she had missed.

The elevator doors opened and Brooke was greeted with a completely different apartment to the one she had left behind. The bright red couch, the colourful art pieces on the wall and the bright painted walls were all gone. Found in their place were boring and bland grey furniture that made Brooke feel like she was back at boarding school.

“Brooke Lynn, honey, you’re home!” Mrs Hytes announced as she immediately embraced her daughter in a tight hug. Brooke Lynn responded by hugging her mom back even tighter, inhaling the scent of her Chanel No. 5 perfume as if it were the oxygen she needed in her lungs to stay alive. As they pulled away, Brooke could feel her mother eyeing her up and down, clearly judging the casual outfit of jeans and converse that she had thrown on when packing up this morning.

“I…like what you’ve done with the place, Mom, it’s very…different”, Brooke lied as she looked at one of the newer pieces of art on the wall, a picture of the Manhattan skyline, trying to distract her mom from nagging her about her outfit choice. Not everyone had the energy to wear a blazer, skirt and heels at 11am on a Sunday morning, especially not after an almost four-hour train journey.

“Well, I decided the place needed more of an adult feel to it considering it was just me living here for the past year. Although, I do think that this outfit of yours could do with a bit of an improvement, my new partner will be here soon and I wanted you to make a good first impression on him, not make him think you work at Forever 21 during your free time.” Mrs Hytes said with yet another disapproving look at Brooke’s outfit, specifically her shoes. But that wasn’t what Brooke chose to focus on.

Her mother had a habit of dating her way through all of the most powerful men in the world of New York real estate and she really shouldn’t be surprised that there was yet another boyfriend she had to be introduced to, but she was shocked that her mother didn’t want to even spend time with her after being separated from each other for so long.

“Really, mom? I was thinking we could go out, get brunch in the restaurant downstairs and then maybe go shopping or catch a movie.”

“Come on, Brooke, this is important to me. We can do that stuff anytime we want to, but Brian is a very busy man and we’ve been together for six months now, it’s about time you two met, so please do us all a favour and go get dressed!” Mrs Hytes sighed as she smoothed the non-existent wrinkles from her skirt out, sounding as uninterested as she possibly could in the conversation they were having.

“Actually, mom, I’m not feeling too well so I’m just going to go and rest. But I’m sure I can meet husband number 5 another time.” Brooke said quietly as she ran up the long stairs to her bedroom, which she prayed had not been touched in her mother’s awful home renovation.

—

1 year ago

Brooke Lynn walked out of the elevator and took her heels off immediately, sighing in relief as her bare feet touched the cool tiles of the floor beneath her. She slowly walked up the stairs to her bedroom, trying not to stumble or wake her mother up with her loud noise.

She had just been at a club opening with all of her class from school – a big final night out before school started up again for the fall semester. The night ended up with all of them having way too many cocktails and dancing on the dancefloor until 3am, when her curfew was supposed to be at midnight. As she tiptoed down the long hallway to her bedroom, she regretted not taking up Vanessa’s offer of sleeping over at her house but she had a feeling that her mom would be super pissed if she didn’t come home that night – her grades from last year had been really bad and she had missed curfew multiple times over summer vacation.

As she tried to open the door to her room slowly and quietly, she found her mom sitting on her bedroom floor with a bottle of tequila in her hand.

“Mom, what are you—”

“Jesus Christ, Brooke, where have you been? You were supposed to be home four hours ago,” her mom screamed as she got up onto her feet, still clutching the bottle of tequila. “And what the hell is this? Are you an alcoholic now too? As well as almost getting expelled for your awful grades and coming home whenever you feel like it, you’ve decided that drinking all of your problems away will help you? Come on, Brooke, seriously.”

“Well, I learnt from the best.” Brooke replied as she shoved past her mom and went to her closet to find some pyjamas. Her head was spinning and she was exhausted, all she wanted to do was go to bed and sleep it off.

“You’re not getting away with this, Brooke. You have to learn that there are consequences to your actions.” Mrs Hytes announced as she stormed out of the room, her heels still clacking against the wooden floors even though it was the middle of the night. Brooke rolled her eyes as she changed into pyjama shorts and a hoodie and climbed into her soft bed. Yeah, she really regretted not going to stay with Vanessa.

She woke up the next morning to the sound of her mother’s voice ordering people around – quite a regular sound to wake up to in the Hytes household. Except this time, it sounded like the noise was coming from right inside her room. She slowly opened her eyes as she realised how hungover she must be. When her eyes fluttered open, she saw that her closet was empty and that there were five large suitcases standing at her bedroom door. There were also two housekeepers packing the contents of her vanity and her nightstand into a sixth suitcase.

“Mom, what are they doing? Why are you taking all my stuff?” Brooke asked. Suddenly, the memories of the previous night came flooding back to her: her mom finding her hidden alcohol and not reacting well to it.

“I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, Brooke Lynn, and you’ve left me with no choice. Manhattan isn’t a good place for you to be in right now.” Her mother replied without even looking at her, instead she handed over a hanger with a black pencil skirt, white blouse and a blazer that had “Knightley Boarding School” written in a small font across the front. Her eyes widened in horror as she immediately jumped out of bed to try and plead with her mom.

“Please mom, no, you can’t send me to boarding school. I love my life here, you can’t make me leave my friends, please mom, I’m begging you!” she yelled as she felt the tears start to well up in her eyes. She couldn’t imagine her life without Vanessa by her side, they’ve been best friends for what feels like their entire lives and the thought of having to go to school without her made Brooke’s heart feel like it was being snapped into two pieces.

She started to panic and began looking around the room for her phone, checking her nightstand and the clutch bag she had been using the previous night, but couldn’t find it anywhere.

“Are you looking for this?” Mrs Hytes questioned as she held up Brooke’s silver flip phone in the air. “I’ll have it sent to Connecticut when I can see that your grades are going up and your behaviour is improving.” Brooke couldn’t hold her tears in anymore and while she would normally feel embarrassed about crying in front of the people who work for her family, this time she couldn’t care less.

“Please mom, I need to call Vanessa, I need to tell her where I’m going to be, she’ll be so worried if I just disappear!” Brooke tried to coke out in between her sobbing as she felt large tears rolling down her face.

“I’ll tell Vanessa where you are and she can write to you until you get your phone back. Stop being so dramatic, Brooke Lynn, I’m sure there will be a phone there that you can use to call her if it’s as important as you’re making it out to be. Now get dressed, please. The car will be here at nine.” Her mother exited the room with the housekeepers following closely behind her.

Brooke sat down on her bed again and tried to calm herself down. She managed to get her breathing back to normal but couldn’t stop the tears from slowly rolling down her face. She grabbed a framed picture from her vanity – it was a picture of her and Vanessa that was taken while they were visiting one of the Mateo’s vacation homes in Italy. That was one of the happiest days of Brooke’s life. She had gotten to spend the entire day with just Vanessa. They spent the day by the pool, swimming and sun bathing until Vanessa’s parents returned home that evening. She always felt her happiest when she was with Vanessa and that was evident from how big her smile was in that photo. She quickly unzipped one of the suitcases and slid the photo inside, returning back to her vanity to get herself ready for what she was sure was going to be one of the most upsetting days of her life.

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Now

The white walls, high ceilings and expensive furniture of the Mateo family’s Fifth Avenue penthouse apartment usually made Vanessa feel completely relaxed and at ease. But not today. Today, it seemed like everyone in that apartment was doing their absolute best to piss her off.

Planning and organising had always been a skill of Vanessa’s. Give her the task of planning any kind of event and she would rise to the occasion flawlessly every single time, provided the people around her cooperated with her every wish. If they didn’t, they would have to deal with the wrath of Vanessa Mateo raining down upon them. She was trying her very best to plan the Kiss On The Lips party, a party that was held at the beginning of each school year to welcome all of the students back and was always guaranteed to be a glamorous night, which is why Vanessa was going through every single detail to make sure that they are all up to her standards.

With her pink clipboard in hand, she stomped around the apartment making sure that each planning station she had set up was running smoothly. She had a decorations table where the decorators were preparing samples of the table pieces, she had the caterers serving samples of the food they were planning to cook on the night and, her favourite station, the design station. She had her dress custom made months ago, approved by her fashion designer mother, of course. Her two closest friends, Akeria and Silky, were trying on their dresses.

“Are you kidding me right now?” Vanessa screamed in horror as she looked at the decorating teams attempt at incorporating roses into the table pieces. “It’s peonies or nothing on those tables, I thought I made that very clear in the brief I emailed you WEEKS AGO!” Akeria rolled her eyes as she heard the shrill of Vanessa’s uptight voice, wishing for the moment the party was over so she could go back to having fun with Vanessa instead of having to deal with her stressful outbursts.

“What do you think of my dress, V?” Silky asked, twirling in front of the mirror with a massive smile on her face. “It’s hot, right?” Vanessa’s eyes shot up from her clipboard. She took a large deep breath in and out to try and calm herself down as soon as she laid her eyes upon Silky’s dress.

“I thought I made it very clear that I was wearing a strapless dress, Silky.”

“So what? They’re both completely different!” Silky argued back.

“Does anyone listen to me around here? I swear to God, I told all of you people exactly what I wanted from you weeks ago and here we are, just a few days away from the hottest party of the year and everything is awful! Dorota!” Vanessa yelled at her number one trusted housekeeper who immediately was at her side, as usual, ready to try her best to solve all of Vanessa’s problems.

“Dorota, did you or did you not send everybody in this room my list of demands for this stupid party?”

“Of course I did, Miss Vanessa, I sent to each and every person as soon as you were done typing on your phone.” Dorota said proudly, her thick Polish accent coming through as she spoke.

Suddenly, a beeping noise rang out of all three of the teenage girls’ phones, which can mean only one thing: the latest Gossip Girl blast of the day had just been posted. Vanessa immediately rolled her eyes and shoved her phone away from Dorota’s outstretched hand, wanting to focus on the party planning and not whatever gossip was being shared at that moment. She would save the gossip for later, when she was having her nightly bubble bath.

“Oh my God!” Silky said in shock as she held her phone out to Akeria so she could see what was on her screen.

“Why didn’t V tell us that Brooke was coming back?” Akeria whispered as quietly as she possibly could, not wanting to aggravate her friend even more. Silky shrugged and shook her head.

“V, when were you gonna tell us Brooke Lynn was back? This is huge news!” Akeria said excitedly, happy that the fourth and final member of their tightknit group was finally back in New York.

“What? Show me that!” Vanessa grabbed her phone from Dorota and opened the website as quickly as she possibly could and sure enough, there it was: a picture of her former best friend Brooke Lynn Hytes standing in Grand Central Station, her perfect blonde hair blowing in the wind as she made her way through the train station.

Akeria eyed her friend up and down sceptically.

“You didn’t know she was coming back?”

“Of course I did, I just…forgot.” Vanessa’s hands were slightly trembling and she could feel her hands starting to beat faster. She hadn’t seen Brooke in a whole year and she wasn’t sure she wanted to see her again so soon considering Brooke hadn’t even bothered to let Vanessa know that she was moving away, let alone say goodbye.

She stood in the middle of the hallway with her phone clutched tightly in her hand as she glared down at the picture of the girl she loved, completely in her own world and unaware of the things going on around her.

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2 years ago

Brooke and Vanessa sat on Brooke’s four poster canopy bed, the latest issues of Vogue littering the mattress as well as the chocolate covered strawberries and glasses of champagne that the two girls were slowly making their way through. They were both wearing pyjamas with black silk robes over them as they tried to enjoy their last moments of freedom that summer break had to offer before they had to start their sophomore year of high school.

Vanessa watched Brooke as she animatedly described all of the things they were going to do that year. All the parties they’d host, the new restaurants they’d try out, the places they’d travel to during their winter and spring break. Vanessa, usually being the louder one in their friendship, was happy to sit back and listen to her best friend when she was this excited about something, especially if she was involved in the plans that Brooke was making.

“This year is gonna be different, Ness. This is gonna be our year. We’re gonna rule that school together.” Brooke said while she grabbed a strawberry from the box and slowly started to bite the chocolate off of it.

“Don’t we always?” replied Vanessa, a single eyebrow raised as if to challenge Brooke’s statement.

“Come on, V, you know what I mean. We’re closer than we’ve ever been…this year is all about you and me. Nobody else.” Brooke said, getting quieter towards the end of her sentence.

“Nobody else?”

“Just you and me, Nessa.”

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Now

“Hey, earth to Vanessa!” Silky shouted, her hand waving in front of Vanessa’s face. Vanessa’s eyes were still glued to her phone, to the picture of Brooke Lynn that she quickly removed from her screen and snapped her head up guiltily.

“You have to get that little freshman girl Plastique to make an invitation for Brooke! She’s gonna love this party now that she’s back, especially because she didn’t have to help plan any of it.” Akeria said with a laugh.

“She’s not invited.” Vanessa said simply.

“What do you mean she’s not invited? Why not?” Akeria asked, her perfectly arched brow raised as high as it could possibly go.

“The party’s planned and adding another person to the guestlist would throw everything off. You’ve seen how incompetent everybody here is today…I’m not risking the success of the entire party just for Brooke Lynn.” Vanessa looked up to find Silky, Akeria and also Dorota were staring at her, clearly extremely confused, but at that point in time she just simply didn’t have the energy to care.

“What are you guys doing? Get back to work! You need to find a new dress that isn’t copying my entire style, Silky, remember? Maybe focus your energy into that instead.” With that, Vanessa stormed up the stairs into her bedroom, slamming the door on her way in. she was not in the mood to be messed with right now.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #lesbian au #high school au #gossip girl au #rich girl au #you know you love me #kiki #submission

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hollyxqx · 4 years

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just business // shownu // 05

↪ PAIRING: Reader / Shownu ↪ SUMMARY: Y/N’s mysterious new neighbour has definitely caught your eye. He’s quiet but the two of strike up an unlikely friendship. He doesn’t speak about his work to you and you don’t ask, but when his job puts your life in danger questions have to be answered once and for all. ↪ WARNINGS: manipulative behaviour, stabbing, DRAMA

The decision to move out was an easy one for you. Not only did you not want to risk encountering Shownu in the hallway, you were certain Jooheon knew where you lived - a fact you wanted to change. His threat lingered in the back of your mind almost constantly, and you found yourself on edge a lot more these days. Looking over your shoulder, triple checking locked doors, going nowhere alone. Thankfully you had Kihyun.

He had been by your side almost every day since you ended things with Shownu. He had helped you move into your new apartment, in a completely new district. He had stayed with you when you felt lonely. He'd come round at 3am when you had another bad dream. You were lucky to have him and you made sure he knew it.

Kihyun was disappointed when you left the bar to work somewhere else. For your peace of mind you had to. The last thing you wanted was Jooheon, or worse - Wonho - to find you there again. The only benefit to come from it, much to Kihyun's joy, was that you were spending far more time together now than ever before and your friendship stronger than ever.

"I should just move in since I spend so much time here." Kihyun joked one night, sat on your bed, spooning ice cream into his mouth. You'd asked him to join you yet again and you'd put on a movie to try and distract yourself. It wasn't really working, if you were honest. Today was a bad day for you. You were miserable. You missed Shownu.

"You'd hate it, I'm too messy for you." You rolled your eyes at him and took a bite of your ice cream. The film was playing away to itself and you tried harder to focus on it, although you had no idea what was happening. Your mind kept flitting back to memories of Shownu. It had been nearly three months since and you still couldn't shake him.

"I'd just have to follow you around and clean up after you." Kihyun grinned, nudging you playfully with his elbow. He stretched across you, placing his empty ice cream carton on the nightstand, kissing you on the temple as he went. This is how your relationship was now. You weren't dating, absolutely not. But your sadness had allowed him to be closer with you and Kihyun couldn't help himself from acting like a protective boyfriend. Nothing had actually happened between you but he definitely was happy about you letting him touch and kiss you in a not-so-platonic way.

"Trust me, that would grow old fast." You replied. He shifted in the bed, pulling you close to him. You leaned in, enjoying just feeling another warm body next to you. It wasn't the same as Shownu but at least you weren't alone.

"I'd never get tired of you noona," He said simply. He settled in, focusing back on the movie. You felt his hand absent mindedly start to run through your hair. It felt nice. You sighed inwardly. Why couldn't this be enough for you? Kihyun was nice. It would be simple with him, easy. He loved you. He had you on a pedestal and would do anything for you. If only you could force your heart to want him in that way.

"Hmm," Was all you murmured in response.

"You ok? You're quiet tonight." He pointed out after a few moments of silence passed between you. You thought you were putting up a good front but Kihyun somehow always saw through it.

"I'm ok. Just thinking, I guess." You answered. You still hadn't been able to pay attention to the movie and you were even more lost now, which knowing Kihyun, he could probably tell.

"You've been through a lot. It's okay to have bad days." He said quietly, a hand rubbing your back affectionately. Kihyun hadn't brought up Shownu or what had happened to you since, preferring to skirt around the topic with vague mentions like that. It was like if he didn't speak it into existence it wasn't real. He wanted you to forget as badly as you did, if not more.

"I know." You offered a meek smile to him. "Thanks, Ki."

"For what?" He asked, raising a confused brow at you.

"Just for being here. I appreciate it." You touched his cheek affectionately. He smiled and grabbed your hand in his, placing a kiss on it.

"You're welcome." He replied. "Now can we turn off this movie? I know you're not watching it." He said and you laughed for the first time that night, nodding.

Maybe you just needed more time. Things would get better. They had to.

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Your new job sucked. There was no other way to say it. You had taken another management role at a new bar, but you were struggling to adjust. It was quieter than the place you'd worked before and the hours would crawl by. The team was okay, you got on well with them but you missed working with your friends.

Tonight you were on the closing shift, which made you anxious now. The you from four months ago never batted an eye at the late nights, regularly coming home well after midnight. But now you felt like Jooheon or someone he'd sent for you was behind every corner, lurking in every shadow. It was particularly worse on the nights Kihyun couldn't pick you up, having to make the journey home solo.

The first thing you did when locking up now was lock the front door first and every time you did you thought of the night Wonho entered your bar. Your thoughts drifted to him and you couldn't help but wonder if Shownu had fulfilled his promise and killed him. The thought made you shudder. You didn't want to think of Shownu as a monster but you knew somewhere deep down he had that dark streak in him.

You did your usual routine, starting to switch off different light switches and making sure all the equipment that needed to be turned off was. You sent a quick text to Kihyun as you walked through the swing door that separated the staff area from the actual bar. As it was sending, you heard what sounded like a door shut and you froze. You were completely alone tonight, no one here to make noise but you.

You listened carefully, barely even breathing now. All you could hear was your heartbeat pounding in your ears. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe you had imagined it. You were so on edge being alone it could easily be your mind playing tricks on you. You waited a few more seconds. "Is someone there?" You called out into the silence. "I have mace." You warned.

Silence.

Realising you couldn't stand there all night, you took a deep breath and continued down the hallway. It rounded to the left, meaning you couldn't see round the corner and you hesitated. "Fuck it." You muttered under your breath. You turned the corner, which led to the staff door and your eyes landed on Shownu standing there. You couldn't help it, being so on edge and you let out a blood curdling scream and collapsed onto the floor in shock.

"Y/N! it's ok!" Came his deep voice. Your brain barely even registered it. You felt like you were going to pass out.

"No, no, no, no.." You said in a panic, scooting backwards on the floor in an attempt to get away. You didn't know why Shownu of all people was standing there but you knew this meant bad news.

"Y/N!" He shouted. "It's ok. Don't be scared." He held his hands up, palms facing towards you in surrender. Your phone had gone flying when you fell and you fumbled trying to pick it up.

"I will call the police!" You threatened, eventually managing to grasp the phone in your shaking hands.

"I'm not here to hurt you." He said, his voice lower now. "Please, you need to believe me Y/N."

You stared up at him, wide-eyed in fear. His eyes were pleading with yours to believe him. You recognised the look in his eyes from all the time he had promised to keep you safe before. "W-What d-do you want?" You spluttered.

"I need to talk to you." He stated. His hands fell back down to his sides. He took a few steps towards you and offered you his hand to help you up off the ground. "Please."

"You couldn't have called?" You spat.

"It's too important." He said shaking his head, a grave look on his face. You took his outstretched hand and he pulled you to your feet. Heart rate still nowhere near normal you let out a shaky breath.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack." You mumbled. "How did you even know I was here?"

"I have ways of knowing these things..." He trailed off. You noticed you were still holding his hand and you dropped it as if it had suddenly burned you. "Is there somewhere we can talk?" He asked.

"If we have to," You sighed. You turned on your heel, dusting yourself off as you walked. You didn't have to look behind to know that Shownu was following you. You led him to your office and he followed you inside. Straight away you sat behind your desk, wanting as much space as possible between you and him. "Talk then."

To your dismay he walked round to your side of the desk and perched on the edge of it. Now that he was in a much brighter room you could see a fresh scar on his face and his eyes looked sunken and tired. He was still beautiful, you thought, but he didn't look as good as usual. "Are you ok?" He asked.

"You came here to ask me if I'm ok?!" you said dubiously.

He sighed. "It was just a question." He waited for you to answer but when you refused to speak he carried on. "I need you to listen to me, and listen carefully."

"What's going on?" You asked, alarmed.

"I think you might be in danger, Y/N." He said bluntly. Your alarm was now descending into full on panic.

"W-What?" You whispered.

"It's complicated." He frowned. "Jooheon is not happy with me."

"You said you would keep me safe!" You yelled. The realisation of what exactly an angry Jooheon meant spurring you into anger. Why should you have to die because two old friends were trying to spite each other?

"Why do you think I'm here?" He said quietly, eyes casting downwards, avoiding your gaze. "Is there somewhere you can go? Maybe stay with family?" He asked. You froze for a moment, confused at the unusual question. "As soon as possible. The further away the better..." He added.

"Huh?" Most of your family lived close by and the ones that didn't you weren't close enough to stay with. "N-no. No, there's not. I can't just drop everything! I have to work!"

"Do you think I would be asking you this if it wasn't absolutely the only option?" He asked, dark, narrowed eyes lifting up to look at you again. His serious expression sent a chill down your spine.

"No." You said in a small voice.

"What about if you get out of the country? Go abroad for a bit?" He asked.

"How long is a bit?" You asked, fearing the answer.

"Just a few weeks, tops."

"I definitely don't have the money for weeks abroad." You said with a sigh. This whole situation was making your head hurt and you rubbed your temples in frustration.

"I'll pay for everything." He said quickly. "It's my fault your in this mess."

"Shownu -" You started but he cut you off.

"Just tell me where you want to go and we'll book for as soon as possible." He said softly. "It's the only way. Jooheon can't hurt you if he doesn't know where you are. At the moment, he knows exactly where you were, where you are, where you will be."

It was almost like having the wind knocked out of you. After the upheaval to your life and the many changes you'd made it was all for nothing. Tears welled in your eyes. You didn't want to die.

"Ok." You breathed. He was right. There really was no other way. How long could you realistically hide from someone like Jooheon? Work would be ok without you for a few weeks, you were the boss after all, you could take time off. "How will I know when it's safe to come back?"

"I'll let you know." He instructed. You sighed. This was your fate and you had to accept it.

He discussed with you some recommendations of places he knew would be safer than others. You'd even managed to get him to agree to see if Kihyun would come with you. You didn't want Jooheon to use him to get to you. He quickly booked it on his phone, staying true to his promise of paying for everything. All that was left was for you to go home, beg Kihyun to leave with you and then pack. Your flight left for Hong Kong the following evening.

"Are you going to tell me why Jooheon's angry?" You got the confidence to finally ask as Shownu slipped his phone back into his pocket.

"Do you remember that deal he wanted me to make for him? Well it fell through and he blames me." Shownu admitted, letting out a puff of air. You could tell he had a lot on his mind. It may have been a few months since you last saw him but he hadn't changed much.

"He really has it in for you, huh?" You asked, tilting your head at him. Shownu nodded.

"Unfortunately." A few moments of silence passed, both of you just looking at each other. You wanted to say so much to him but your mouth just wouldn't move. You wondered if he felt the same ache in his chest as you did every time he popped into your head, if he had lost sleep over you, if he even thought about you much at all. "I missed you, you know." He said so quietly that if you weren't staring at him you wouldn't know his lips had moved at all.

"You have?" That came as a surprise to you. You'd had literally zero contact with him. No text, no calls, nothing.

"Yes." He said simply. "Did you miss me?"

"Sometimes." You said. It was mostly a lie but you couldn't bring yourself to admit that you missed him a huge amount.

"I was sad when you moved." He admitted, a tiny smile tugging at his full lips. "Guess I just wanted to be able to bump into you.."

"I had to." You said with a sad smile. He nodded, understanding. "My new place is nicer though, so it's not all bad."

"It's nice here." He said. "You didn't answer me before when I asked if you were ok." He pointed out.

You sighed. "I'm getting there. Thank god I have Ki though."

"Are you two together now?" Shownu asked, taking you aback. He must have just assumed given your insistence on the younger man accompanying you. You paused, biting your lip.

"No. Sort of. Not really. I don't know." You sighed. Shownu's face twisted in confusion at your vague answer. You didn't particularly want to openly admit that there had been no one since him. You hadn't even felt the desire to try and find someone, knowing sex with anyone else after Shownu would not compare. Kihyun filled in the void for the companionship so you had been kept going by that.

"Right..." His voice trailed off and he pushed himself up off the desk. "I'm sorry we had to see each other under these circumstances Y/N. It was still nice to see your pretty face though," He touched your cheek with a little smile. "I should get going, do you need a lift home?" He asked.

"No," You replied shaking your head. "I drove."

"Well, goodbye for now then. I'll be in touch soon ok?"

"Ok."

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"No way. You've lost your mind."

Kihyun's response shouldn't have come as a surprise to you given his hatred for Shownu, yet you still were a little shocked. You had stressed how important this was, how frightening Jooheon was and how Kihyun might be in danger too but all he had focused on was the Shownu part. Sometimes his immaturity frustrated you.

It was understandable for him not to truly understand. He hadn't gone through what you had or seen what you had. But he should trust you.

"Please," You begged. "You have to come with me. I cannot go without you."

"No." He shook his head. "I can't believe you trust that criminal." He spat.

Kihyun was sat on your bed when you got home and now he was watching you pack, an incredulous look on his face. His eyes were following you back and forth as you went from suitcase to wardrobe. "I can't believe you don't trust me!" You exclaimed, throwing a balled up t-shirt at him. He caught it with a scoff.

"I do! This all just sounds so crazy!" He shouted back.

"Listen to me," You walked over to the bed and cupped his face with both your hands, forcing him to look at you. "I have to do this, my life depends on it. And I need you, Ki. Come with me." He tried to look away but you didn't relent, gripping him tighter. An idea came to you. You needed to get him to come with you. So you did something you knew would get him to agree.

Leaning down, you pressed your lips to his and kissed him, putting all the desperation you felt at your situation into the kiss. You hoped it would fool him.

He didn't react right away because he was shocked. You had never, ever kissed him on the mouth before. You'd never even hinted at wanting to do it. As soon as you pushed your tongue into his mouth, he kissed you back hard, hands flying to your waist. Once he moaned into your mouth you pulled away, feeling guilty. "Please." You whispered.

"Alright." He sighed. "I'll go home and pack." He grumbled.

It worked. You felt like a terrible human, but at least your friend would be safe.

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The terror that followed you like a dark cloud was dissipating ever so slowly as your flight time approached. You were going to get away. Kihyun agreed to meet you at the airport so you were alone in your apartment, making sure you had everything you needed. "Fuck!" You swore out loud, realising you didn't have cash. You'd need it for the cab to the airport.

Luckily there was an ATM a really short walk away. Quickly you grabbed your keys, knowing you'd have plenty of time if you were fast.

It didn't take long for you to get your cash and make it back to your building. You were debating even leaving early, desperate to get going. You unlocked your door and what you saw inside made you drop your keys in shock. You wanted to scream but the sound was trapped in your throat.

Jooheon was sat in your apartment, on the sofa as if he owned the place, your passport and boarding pass in hand. "Going somewhere?" He smirked, wiggling the passport at you.

You turned around to leave, to run, as fast as you can and as far as your legs would carry you. However a figure had appeared in your doorway, blocking it. You knew the face straight away - it was Wonho. His face was different though, you could tell it was him but just about. He had a massive scar stretching the length of his face and an eyepatch. You gasped, audibly.

"Long time no see, princess." He said coldly. There was no arrogant, flirty undertone to his voice this time around.

Behind you Jooheon stood up, the couch creaking alerting you to his movement. "Loving the new digs, Y/N. Better than your last place." Part of you had suspected for a long time that Jooheon was the one who broke into your last place. This only confirmed it.

"Why are you here?" Your voice came out barely above a whisper.

"Your boyfriend has used up my last bit of patience," He sighed, tossing the passport onto the coffee table. "Oh I'm sorry, he's not your boyfriend anymore is he?" He smirked.

"So why am I still involved?" You hissed.

"He loves you." Jooheon shrugged. "This is the only language that gets through to him I'm afraid." His hand reached into his pocket and he pulled out a swiss knife, clicking it open. The silver blade glinted in the sunlight. He took a step towards you and you backed away out of instinct, terrified and you felt your back crash into Wonho.

Wonho grabbed you, locking both your arms tightly behind your back. Jooheon closed the remaining distance between you. Without warning he plunged the knife directly into your abdomen and pulled upwards. You had never felt pain like this before and you wailed loudly, scrunching your face in agony. Wonho tossed you to the floor and you buckled, unable to even breath.

Jooheon said nothing. You watched through blurry tear filled eyes as he whipped his phone out and snapped a picture of you, no doubt to send to Shownu. Your vision was starting to tunnel, blackness tacking over. The last thing you heard before they left you there was Wonho say "I bet that fool will think he can save her."

You were going to die on the floor, undignified and alone. You were going to die on the floor and not one person knew where you were.

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thebibliosphere · 5 years

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*Sigh*.

Mum finally made it home, but not after being given the absolute run around by the Queen Elizabeth hospital.

Cut for medical abuse and just downright fuckery. I’d appreciate if this wasn’t reblogged but honestly I’ve given up on asking people.

Her surgery and subsequent care was carried out at Gartnavel, and while the plastic surgeon had been round to see her three times, the doctor who carried out the actual cancer removal surgery has yet to even check in on Mum once since her surgery last Wednesday. So, in order for mum to be discharged today, they told her dad could drive her to the Queen Liz over in Govan, where this breast specialist was supposedly working the weekend. So they tell her to get there between the hours of 10am and 11am. Gartnavel—where it has to be said, the nursing staff were quite literally live saving earlier this week when they noticed Mum’s blood pressure destabilizing—discharged her at 9am, and mum and dad drove over to the Queen Liz and are told there will be a 20 minute wait before the doctor will be able to see them.

Which, cool, fine whatever, do they want her to wait in an exam room? Nope. “the waiting room” which is basically a corridor with some seats jammed in. Right. Okay.

Twenty minutes come and go, and my mother is seriously ill feeling from all the meds she’s on, not to mention recovering from breast removal surgery, dad goes and asks the nurse if they can wait somewhere else. No can do guv, but here’s a sick basket. He asks if the doctor will at least be out soon, and the nurse rolls her eyes at him and says the doctor is very busy sir, and gestures to the empty waiting room. 20 minutes turns into 40 then 60. Dad goes and asks again, cause Mum is really not doing well. The nurse he spoke to first time around has gone for her lunch. The new nurse has no record of Mum, but she’ll tell the doctor they're waiting. Another 20 minutes pass and nothing happens. And then another. At which point dad goes and says “listen, we’ve been waiting for over an hour” and the nurse says “no sir you’ve only bee waiting 20.”

Dad politely asks to speak to someone else. He is informed there is no one else, but the doctor—the breast specialist who carried out my mother’s surgery, for which she has had many complications since last Wednesday—will be there soon. Another 15 minutes go by and the original nurse comes back, and the nurse on the desk goes away. Dad goes and asks her if there’s been any progress made, and the nurse looks at the screen and says “who are you here to see?”

“Dr. {Name},” Dad informs her tersely, and the nurse looks at the screen and says “oh, she went home at 9am, did no one tell you?”

At which point Mum who tagged along with Dad starts getting extremely upset. She gets so upset she faints. Miraculously several doctors appear from nowhere. She is put into an exam room and a surgeon registrar is found, and when Dad tells her how long they’ve been waiting she shakes her head and tells him no one informed her there was a patient waiting. She looks at Mum, and at the wound in her chest, and informs her seriously that the site is infected. Mum starts crying, she just wants to go home, she thinks she’ll die if she can’t go home. The SR prescribes a fourth set of antibiotics, and says Mum can go home, but if her fever spikes or if she starts vomiting to call and ambulance. She needs to go back to Gartnavel on Tuesday to get the wound checked and see if the infection needs to be drained. Then Thursday, she will find out the results of the biopsy with the breast expert who still hasn’t checked on my mother since last Wednesday when she removed her left breast. Dad asks glibly, will she be there? And the SR tells him to call first and make sure, which just, what the actual fuck. What in the nine circles of hell and damnation fuck.

Is breast cancer surgery her hobby? Is that what’s going on here? Is it me? Or are you supposed to check on your patients after you remove a sizeable chunk of their body? Did I hallucinate that concept of medical care?

Also, Dad took pics of the Queen Liz while they were there, it’s a £842 million quid state of the art hospital and it’s fucking manky. There’s dust balls on the floor the size of my hand, and considering they’re being investigated for deaths related to pigeon shit in the ventilation system, you’d think they’d be a little more careful about things like making sure the hospital looks clean? But apparently nah. £842 million and not a single bright spark thought to put pigeon wire over the ventilation intakes. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Anyway. Mum is home, and already feeling much better, simply by virtue of having her own bed to sleep in. She’ll have to go back up to Gartnavel on Tuesday morning to get her wound seen to. And who knows, maybe the surgeon will actually fucking be there. Either way, it’s 2am my time and Dad just texted me all the details I need to help him write a letter of complaint because he doesn’t know how to. Fortunately, Mum taught me the art of letter writing, particularity the art of flaying people alive via eviscerating politeness.

God fuck that hospital and all those people. Fuck those nurses and fuck the surgeon. I hope they stub their toes on the sharp edge of the coffee table from now until eternity. I’m so fucking angry I’m just sobbing. I thought I had a handle on it earlier when I first found all this out. Turns out I was just saving it up for the appropriate time to have a mental breakdown, which as we all know, is the allotted time between midnight at 3am. God fucking dammit.

#long post #medical abuse #medical neglect #personal #vent post #I'm so angry #and genuinely triggered cause haha #ptsd from medical trauma sure is fun #should text my therapist #*shudder*

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I was tagged by @muddyviolets - thank you so much!

1. NAME: Brianna

2: NICKNAME: Bree, mostly. I think I prefer it sometimes! But I’m too shy to start going by it.

3. ZODIAC SIGN: Capricorn (someone who’s more well-versed in astrology explain to me how that’s possible. Hard-working? Determined? Where?)

4. HEIGHT: 5′ 3″

5. LANGUAGES SPOKEN: English.

6. NATIONALITY: American.

7. FAVOURITE SEASON: Spring or fall - mostly spring.

8. FAVOURITE FLOWERS: There’s so much context this depends on. Flowers I find growing on a walk? Flowers I’ve been given in a bouquet? Flowers I’m turning into a perfume or pressing into cookies? Now that I write this all out, I realize the obvious answer is violets. My instagram name is a species of violet - they tick all my boxes. But it’s worth adding the other flowers that capture my heart: bloodroot (wondering where my blog name comes from?), goldenrod (one of my tattooos), carnations (birth flower - my parents sent me a bouquet on my 16th birthday, and I kept those dried flowers for weeks and it solidifies by love of plants), grape hyacinth, roses, skunk cabbage (this counts, this fucking counts - and there’s really two species I’m thinking of called skunk cabbage, but both of them have crazy inflorescences).

9. FAVOURITE SCENTS: Old paper, vanilla, dry leaves. The air after a storm. And this mystery cologne that I’ll forget about until I catch a whiff of it on somebody on the street - I’d do blood magic to find out what it is. I can’t even describe it, but I wanna smell like it all the time.

10. FAVOURITE COLOURS: Burgundy, green, black.

11. FAVOURITE ANIMALS: I don’t even know if I can pick! I love them all. I’m sure I’ve got a vertebrate bias - particularly mammals and reptiles. If I had to pick one I guess I’d say the tuatara - the first time I saw one I started sobbing. Mason bees are a close second.

12. FAVOURITE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS: I’m gonna go with the characters I’ve been a fan of for years: Poison Ivy, Black Widow, Morgan le Fay, Ophelia. I guess I’m a fan of eccentric detective-type characters, too: Dale Cooper from Twin Peaks, Will Graham from Hannibal, Sherlock Holmes (favorite versions: Basil Rathbone, Matt Frewer and Johnny Lee Miller. I wanna fight about it)

13. COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee. I used to be a big tea drinker, but now I’ll find myself brewing a pot of coffee in the evening just ‘cause nothing quenches my thirst like that bitter bitter bean juice.

14. AVERAGE SLEEP HOURS: Phew, we talking before COVID-19 or now? I usually fell asleep by midnight and slept until 10:00 on days I didn’t have a class to teach or something. Now it’s all over the place - I’ve been oscillating between waking up at 8AM and waking up at 1PM, which then influences whether I fall asleep at 11PM or 3AM. It always seems to settle in about ten hours a night (which I tried to fight tooth and nail until my therapist suggested that maybe that’s just my norm. Now I’ve just gotta settle which ten hours)

15. DOG PERSON OR CAT PERSON: I’d say dog person, just because I’ve been around dogs most of my life - both my parents were allergic to cats. My dog and I are so similar it’s distressing.

16. NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH: One, technically? A flat sheet, a thin blanket and a comforter if it’s cold out. I’d love to drown in fabric every night but I sweat in my sleep.

17. DREAM TRIPS: Fuck, I don’t even know. I have some places I know I want to go, but if the sky’s the limit I don’t know if they’re the dream. I’d love to do a tour of all the national parks in the US. But the only country I’ve been aside from the US is New Zealand, and there are plenty of other places I want to go.

18. BLOG ESTABLISHED: This one specifically? Probably in 2017. I had a blog on here around nine years ago, but I deleted it in a depressive fit. Unwilling to share any of my former blog names here because I have shame 👀

19. FOLLOWERS: 65

20. RANDOM FACTS: A cat gave birth in the passenger seat of my car once; none of her kittens made it and I didn’t get to keep her. I had a twin but we were two months premature and he died a week after we were born. (I just realized these are pretty dark). I have a scar on my abdomen and a birth mark on my ankle, three tattoos and thirteen piercings. I’m working on a Ph.D. in ecology - time will tell if I actually earn it.

I’ll tag @purzelbaumm, @mooonborne, @odetowanderers, anyone who’d like to fill this out.

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