Bones Meme / Every Character: Squinterns - Rodolfo Fuentes
My father always wanted me to defect. He wanted this life for me. He fought the government, was sent to prison three times. I couldn’t leave him there alone. When he died… My life here is for him. My success? it will show my people what’s possible.
1. Ginny Weasley. I’m not talking about the shoelace obsessed movie Ginny, but the badass, bisexual Quidditch player who told people off. She isn’t afraid to hex ignorant wizards *cough* Zacharias Smith *cough*. She is unapologetically independent, which is something every woman should be.
2. Emma Watson, of course. She is my role model for life. She’s beautiful, strong, confident, and graceful. You should check out her recent “Book Fairies” thing for IWD - it’s so awesome. She is the epitome of an intersectional, inclusive feminist.
3. Molly Weasley. Can I just say, “NOT MY DAUGHTER YOU BITCH!”
4. Professor McGonagall. If you don’t think she spent the entire Women’s History Month teaching her students about gender equality and all that good shit (Binns would be the history teacher that totally disregards it), you truly don’t understand her level of badassery.
5. Hermione Granger. INTELLIGENCE IS SEXY AS HELL, GIRLS. Reading books is awesome. Nerding out because you cannot contain your inner fangirl for something you love is so effing cute and it shows how passionate you are. She wasn’t afraid to be different by being completely and utterly herself. Embrace your quirks and flaws because they make you even more beautiful.
“Hey,” I whisper softly and stroke her hair. I missed it so much. I keep trying to get a good look at her, but she dodges my gaze. She’s been like this since we got home and now we’re just sitting on the bed, as an agonizing silence commands the room.
“Y/N? Please, look at me…”
“Can you at least tell me what’s wrong?” I plead. She stares at the bed sheets for a good minute before lifting her head.
“You know… I’ve been thinking about it. What are we still doing this for?” Her words drive a stake right through my heart. A combination of confusion, fear, and uneasiness take over my mind. What the hell is going on?
“Huh? Why are you saying this all of a sudden?” I try to touch her face but she slaps my hand away.
“Sehun.” She looks at me with a pained expression. “You and I both know why. Please don’t make this any harder for me…"
I’ve never seen her like this. I freeze up and my mind goes blank. How did it end up like this? Everything… everything in these past years, I’ve done for her. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She’s supposed to tell me how proud she is of me with her bright smile, and the time I endured without her was all going to be worth it. I only wanted her to be happy… to see her cheerful expression… for her to only look at me… where did things go wrong?
-2 years ago-
It’s well into the evening, and I’m sitting by her on the couch, watching TV. I asked if she wanted to go out, but she said she’d rather spend her time at the dorm. Honestly at first, I just wanted to tease her because she was Kyungsoo’s friend. But just after one date, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. There was something about her strong personality, strange sense of humor, and unspoken kindness that had me hooked. But above all, it was her charming smile that killed me. Let’s just say I was pretty happy when she started coming to the dorm regularly.
“Oh my god, he’s so cool!!” she starts squealing and flails her hands around. She stares at the TV in awe. It’s a news coverage about some Chinese idol. She won’t stop fangirling. Crazy. I mean. I’m right here…
“Yah, relax. He can’t be that great,” I sneer. She instantly glares at me.
“How can you say that?? He’s my favorite!!” she starts swooning over him and it ticks me off. “He’s handsome, smart, talented, and kind. On top of being a singer, he’s a model, actor, and international icon! He’s really the best.” She squeals again.
Unbelievable. “I’m pretty great, too,” I suggest.
She just gives me a snide look and laughs. “Yeah, sure. In your own way.” She scoots over and pats me on the head. She leans on my shoulder and watches that sleazy guy on the screen longingly. My annoyance grows and somewhere inside me, I only wanted her to look at me like that. Just wait.
“I’ll be your favorite,” I mumble.
You close Sehun’s door behind you, and the tears you held back escape all at once. You hold your hand over your mouth to keep from crying out. You wipe the tears from your face, but new ones replace it right after. The sleeve of Chanyeol’s hoodie is soaked.
Chanyeol. You want to run to him so badly and cry. Cry into his comforting embrace that has always been there for you. But you can’t now. You couldn’t bring yourself to stand in front of his closed doors.
“Y/N?” You recognize Kyungsoo’s soft voice and lift your head, your vision blurred and face swollen. One look and he knew what was wrong. He lets out a frustrated sigh and help you up. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Soo-yah… y-you came back, too?” you sniffle.
“Yeah.” He guides you to his room and sit you down on the bed. He brings over a box of tissues and rubs your back slowly. He didn’t ask any questions. Kyungsoo knew you too well. But it pains him to see his best friend riddle herself in tears.
“Wait here,” he assures me with a pat on the head. He leaves the room. You hated being alone more than anything.
You flop over on the bed and roll on your back. You stare at the ceiling and all your memories with Sehun seem to project themselves on the white background. Your first date at an unknown cafe. The first kiss the two of you had while drunk. The first time you slept in his arms. The time he came back to surprise you on your birthday when he was on tour. All the moments you shared with him, replay in your mind.
He’s the first person you loved, the first person who told you that you mean more than the world to him, and the last person you ever wanted to be with. You don’t want it to end. Of course you don’t. He’s your whole world too. But you didn’t want to go down that road. You didn’t want it to hurt more. For the both of you. You had to make the decision.
The tears come out again, and flow down to your ears. Laying on the bed isn’t such a good idea. You quickly wipe them before they travel down the side of your face. Your heart is shattering in a million pieces. You lay there with your arm swung over your face. The sniffling and hiccups don’t stop.
The door clicks open.
“Y/N? Kyungsoo told me you were here.” No. You didn’t want to deal with this right now. “I’m sorry…”