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morganski-19 · 16 days

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part 1

The next day, there’s someone new to visit Steve. Making Wayne stop in his tracks on his third coffee run. The rumors were true, the Chief isn’t as dead as he was a year ago. Just lost what looks to be half his body weight and all of his hair. Looking gaunt and malnourished.

But he’s alive. That has to count for something.

Wayne wishes the Chief was there to see him. Give him the key to unlock the chain around Eddie’s wrist. So he’d be able to wake up to a clean slate. That his record will be clear and he won’t get carted off to jail as soon as he’s stable. So Wayne will be able to bring him home.

Once he has a home to go to. Not just a shitty hotel room that costs more than it should for a night. But it’s right next to the hospital, so Wayne can be here in five minutes if something happens. When his boy wakes up. He has to wake up.

It’s been five days since Eddie was brought in. Twelve since Wayne saw him last. All he wants is to hear his obnoxiously loud music blaring down the hall while he’s trying to sleep. Or the laughter that could make him smile even when he didn’t want to. Wayne wants his Eddie back, the boy he watched grow all of these years. He’s not ready for the day Eddie wakes up and the light is gone from his eyes.

Because it will be. Wayne’s seen enough people come back from combat a completely different person. With the scars that are sewn into Eddie’s torso, up his neck, one on his cheek. There’s no doubt that he’s been through something unimaginable. Life changing.

As much as Wayne wants Eddie to wake up. He’s not ready for him to wake up changed.

There’s a knock on the hospital door before it opens. Wayne’s expecting a nurse to check Eddie’s vitals, tell him the same shit they have for days. That all is good and he’s progressing. It should be any day now that he wakes up. If the damage to his body wasn’t too much for him. Those words of hope lack their meaning now.

But instead of a nurse walking through the door, it’s the Chief.

“Can I sit?” He motions to the chair next to Wayne.

“I suppose.”

The Chief sits next to Wayne, not looking at him. “I hear he’s been in a coma for a few days now.”

Wayne nods, not much in the mood for talking. Civilly at least. Push the right button and the volcano is about to burst.

“I’ve known a few people who’ve been in medically induced ones like this. They all wake up in the end.”

“I’d like for the cuffs to be off his wrist when he does,” Wayne snaps. Knowing that the Chief has the key to unlock them. “That way he can recover as an innocent man. Like he should.”

The Chief takes a deep breath. “I’m not fully reinstated yet. I don’t have the authority to do anything about that. Even if-”

“Even if what?” Wayne looks at the Chief. Anger filled his voice. “Even if he’s innocent. I know he’s innocent. My boy, my boy could barely hurt a fly, let alone a living, breathing person. He was kinder than people gave him credit for. This town gave him so much shit that he didn’t deserve. Still is. When I’m afraid he might never wake up the same again. So I’d like the cuffs off, so he knows that some part of this town sees him as something other than a villain.”

Finally looking Wayne in the eyes, the Chief takes a second to think. Nodding his head in thought. “You smoke?”

Wayne scoffs. “That really what you're thinking of right now?”

“Answer the question.” Something about the Chief makes Wayne believe there’s more to his words.

“I do.”

“Great,” he stands, waiting for Wayne at the door. “Come on, let’s go.”

Wayne gets up, mainly because he doesn’t really have a choice but also because he wants to see where this is going. They pass Harrington in the hall, talking to someone on the phone.

“Yeah, I’m free tomorrow. Can’t wait to sleep in my own bed. No don’t do that. Cause I don’t think it’s time to throw a party yet, not while.” He makes brief eye contact with Wayne as they walk by. Before turning away. “Just won’t feel right without all of us.”

Wayne has no clue who he’s talking about, but it’s probably not Eddie. Hopes it isn’t. He still doesn’t know how he feels about this kid, even if he knows Eddie’s innocent. Doesn’t forgive him from his past, if rumors are true. And knowing who his dad is, Wayne wouldn’t be surprised if they all were true.

The Chief leads him to the side of the hospital, where there’s no foot traffic. No one around to hear. Wayne suddenly understands what this might all be about. Something not for wandering ears.

“What I say does not leave this conversation,” he starts, handing Wayne a cigarette. Lighting his own before passing the lighter to Wayne. “Got it?”

Wayne nods.

“I know Eddie’s innocent. But there’s some weird shit that was happening around then that I cannot tell you about it. All you need to know is that the Feds are involved, and they’re looking for a fall guy. And I’m trying my hardest to make sure that the fall guy isn’t your nephew. So while it might not seem like it, some progress is being made. Your nephew will be a free man when he wakes up. I give you my word on that.”

“I don’t even know how to start processing what you just said.” Wayne takes a long drag from the cigarette, letting the smoke blow out into the alleyway.

The Chief laughs. “That was all of us the first time this happened. I’d say it gets easier but it really doesn’t.”

“The first time?”

“There’s a lot more to this town than meets the eye.”

“How do I know your word is any good?”

The Chief considers this for a moment. “You don’t really. But who else do you know who can fix this?”

With that, the Chief nods goodbye and heads to the parking lot. Leaving Wayne with more questions than answers, and a little flame of hope he’s wishing won’t get put out.

I don't know how many parts this will be but I do know they will be posted sporadically whenever I have time to write them. So, no promises of consistency.

also, tag list. I tagged anyone who asked/seemed interested in a part two. please let me know if you would like to be added or removed: @the-they-who-nerded, @insteviewetrust, @croatoan-like-its-hot, @jettestar, @tinyplanet95, @steddie-as-they-go, @slv-333, @littlecelestialmoth, @thatonebadideapanda, @fandomsanddeath, @marismorar

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More Hearts Than Mine -Her Brother's Hockey Game

~More Hearts Than Mine by Ingrid Andress~ Author's Note: I dreamed about this the other night and I wanted to write it because I think it's cute. Summary: Luke and Y/N go to her brother's championship game Warnings: swearing Word Count: 2,279 Luke Hughes x fm!reader

He delicately tapped his fingertips onto her shoulder as she stirred. “Baby,” he let out barely above a whisper. She scrunched her features together as she rolled away from him, he chuckled quietly. “Babe,” he let out as he delicately pressed his lips on her exposed shoulder.

“No,” she mumbled as she pulled the blanket closer to her face. He smiled as he slowly ran his hand up and down her arm.

“We have to go to your brother’s game in two hours,” he explained before he pressed his lips against her cheek. She took in a sharp breath as she reluctantly rolled back over to face him. She slowly opened her eyes as her lips fell into a pout. He smiled once he met her gaze. He leaned down and kissed her cheek once more.

“I can’t believe I agreed to that,” she mumbled as she rubbed her eyes. He laughed as he sat up from his lying position.

“You hate missing his games,” he offered as he ran his fingers through his curly hair.

“His games used to be in the afternoon, not nine in the morning,” she countered. She let out a huff of air.

He stood up from the bed, his body shirtless as he walked towards her side of the bed. He leaned down towards her, planting a quick kiss against her lips. He delicately ran his hand across her cheek. “I’ll make us some breakfast while you go get ready,” he smiled widely before he wandered out of her bedroom towards her kitchen.

She took in a sharp breath as she reluctantly stood up from the bed.

It had been an hour since they had woken up, Luke had prepared an amazing meal. With scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage.

After they finished eating, Luke started getting ready as it took a lot less time for him to get ready. She finished appling the last of her makeup as Luke was walking out of the shower. She met his gaze through the mirror as her phone began to vibrate on the counter. Glancing down, she saw her little brother was calling.

She pulled the phone against her ear as she walked out of the bathroom towards the kitchen. “Hey EJ, how are you feeling?” she asked.

“You and Luke are still coming, right?” he asked. Nervous. That’s what she collected from the first sentence. It was the biggest game in his young high school career. His freshman year of high school was a rough season for the entire time, not even making it to the playoffs. But EJ was riding a 0.93 save record and had four shutouts under his belt. His team was also riding on an average of five goals a game. It was the championship game.

“Yes, we are. We are leaving my apartment in like twenty minutes.”

“Luke doesn’t have to come if he doesn’t want to. I know he’s super busy-”

“He wants to, he has the day off today. You asked him to come, he made time,” Y/N said with a smile as she ran her fingers through her hair. She was wearing an old high school hockey sweater she had when she went to school there.

“Okay, I just don’t want him to think he has to go. I mean it’s just a dumb high school game. He’s been playing elit-”

“Elijah, you play your game. Luke isn’t there as an NHL player, he’s there as my boyfriend supporting my little brother. You don’t try to impress him, you play how you’ve always played,” she tried to be reassuring.

She watched Luke walk out of her bedroom, rubbing a towel hard against his hair. She wanted to scold him because his hair was too pretty to be towel dryed like a damn dog.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m glad you guys are going to be here,” he said before taking in a sharp breath. “I gotta go, Coach just got in the locker room,” he hung up the phone. Y/N put her phone back into her pocket.

“Is he okay?” he asked as he dropped the towel into the washer as he had began to do a load of laundry of his clothes. It was her apartment but he had spent so much time there, they were practically living together at that point.

“Yeah, he’s nervous,”

“I’m sure, it’s a big game,” he mumbled before he walked back into the bedroom. She followed him, “I mean he’s a goalie, shit’s a lot of pressure,” Luke mumbled as he took a hold of a black Devils snapback and put it on his head backwards. He looked towards Y/N for approval and she nodded with a smirk on her lips.

“He wants to impress you, I can tell,” she mumbled as she walked towards him, wrapping her arms around the center of his back. He chuckled nervously as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the side of her head.

“He’s the starting goalie at fifteen against eighteen year olds. That’s already impressive and he’s got four shutouts too? He’s badass,” Luke expressed as he slowly ran his hand up and down her back.

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The boys were already on the ice when Luke and Y/N walked through the bleachers towards her family. Her parents, sister, grandparents, and a few of her uncles were there as well. “Oh, yay!” her mom shouted as she spotted both Y/N and Luke walked towards them. Luke kept his hands in his hoodie pocket, as the ice rink was small and a lot colder than he remembered.

“Mark, Jonathan, Mom, Dad, this is Y/N’s boyfriend Luke!” her mother offered after she gave Y/N and Luke a quick hug. Mark and Jonathan were smiling widely as they offered Luke a handshake. Y/N’s grandparents only smiled politely towards him as they were not fond of their grandchildren dating. Despite Y/N being twenty.

“You’re kidding,” Jonathan said as he rested his hands on his hips.

“Hi Uncle J,” Y/N said as she rolled her eyes playfully.

“Sorry, Kiddo, it’s your fault you got a celebrity boyfriend who’s more exciting,” Jonathan said as gave Y/N a quick hug as Mark did the same thing. Luke chuckled shyly at the word celebrity.

“Oh sit, sit,” her mother offered. Luke sat down beside Y/N, delicately resting his hand on her thigh furthest from him, as he pulled her closer. “We’ve got an extra blanket if you guys want it?” she asked but before either of them could answer she was already handing it to Y/N. Y/N covered her lap with the blanket and gave Luke some of it but he brushed it off.

EJ skated towards the bench to get some water when his teammate Kyle smacked his hand onto his shoulder. “Dude, is that fucking Luke Hughes sitting with your hot ass sister?” Elijah turned around to look towards the bleachers, feeling his heartbeat quicken. He cringed at the choice of words regarding his older sister but he brushed it off.

“Uh, yeah, he’s sorta dating my sister,” EJ mumbled as he stared towards his family and Luke.

Y/N nudged Luke slightly as she leaned towards him, whispering, “You’ve been spotted,” Luke looked towards the bench to see EJ and his teammate staring towards their small group in the bleachers. Luke smiled before switching his gaze towards Y/N.

“Yay,” he said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes playfully before she rested her head onto his shoulder. Luke’s hand was still gliding slowly up and down her thigh as it felt good to feel her next to him. It calmed him down.

The teams skated off the ice to allow the zamboni to replenish the ice. Her mom bumped into Y/N’s shoulder, “Why did Elijah want to be a goalie? I just feel panic for sixty minutes, all the other mom’s get to have a few minutes to relax,”

Luke smiled as he replied for Y/N, “My mom always had trouble finding us on the ice, at least you’ll know where EJ is the whole game,” her mom laughed as she nodded her head.

“I never thought of it that way!” she let out as she chuckled.

The game finally started and it was evident that EJ was going to have a busy game. It was only the first five minutes of the game and he had to stop seven shots already as one of his teammates got a penalty.

Luke was fully involved in the game, his head moving back and forth as the puck was up and down the ice. He would cringe and jerk his head back any time the puck would hit EJ. Letting out a sigh of relief any time he would make a save.

Sure, he loved the game of hockey. Of course, he was going to be fully involved in the game but it was the way he cared. He cared about EJ and has shown that he cares about him since the first time he met him.

They watched as the opposing team wristed a shot from the blue line and after a deflection it went past EJ. He dropped his head as he immediately went to dig the puck out of his net. Half of the rink erupted into cheers as her family slumped slightly. “He’s solid, that was impossible to see. He’s got this,” Luke reassured as he squeezed her thigh.

She smiled towards him as she rested her hand on top of his. Within thirty seconds his teammates tied the game and her family shot up and cheered. “His boys got ‘em,” Luke mumbled as he kissed her cheek.

Right off the face off, the defensemen practically fell as they allowed the centerman of the opposing team skate one on one with Elijah. With a glove save, the game reamined tied.

Luke let out a huff of air as he shook his head, “That was nasty,” he said as he leaned forward, completely utterly invested in the game. “There better be scouts in this building because goddamn,”

The game remained tied at 1-1 for the rest of regulation. EJ had stopped the remainder of the thirty-six shots he faced. The boys were skating around on the ice waiting for the referees to get set up from the overtime period.

“Does he do that every game?” Luke asked as they watched EJ face the net and tap his stick against the pipes. Y/N nodded as she stared towards her little brother, who keeps growing.

She pictures her little brother at five years old with his stick that was as tall as him. To now, ten years later, six foot three and towering over many of his teammates. He bowed his head against the pipes before he got in position as the puck dropped.

“He’s done the same ritual since he was like eight,” she mumbled as she looped her arm around his own.

For the first two minutes, the puck seemed to be stuck in the neutral zone. “My heart is beating out of my chest,” Y/N mumbled as she watched the puck be tossed into the offensive zone.

After a few passes, there was a turn over and two players of the opposing team were heading straight towards EJ. “Oh fuck,” Luke muttered as his hands covered his mouth. One of EJ’s defensman was able to get back to try and help stop the shot.

After looking off his teammate, he fires the puck towards EJ. He makes the stop but the puck bounces out towards the other player. EJ was left in an awkward position, which practically allowed the other team to get an easy empty net. But EJ flew his body towards the player as he released the puck. EJ saved the puck with a glove save as he collapsed on the side. The entire ice rink gasped.

Luke tilted his head back as he let out a laugh, “Oh my god!” he said in disbelief. The referee blew his whistle to stop the play. “How the hell did he save that?” Luke turned and looked towards Y/N. She let out a nervous laugh.

After a few more minutes of overtime, his team did it. They scored the game winning goal. His entire family jumped into the air excitedly. Luke quickly wrapped Y/N tightly in a hug. Their gaze returned to the ice to see his entire team skating towards him, pummiling him in hugs.

The families were allowed to come onto the ice to celebrate with the players. Luke and Y/N hung back, allowing her parents to get photos and celebrate with EJ. After a few minutes, EJ wandered towards Luke and Y/N. He quickly hugged Y/N. “Thank you for coming, sis,” he mumbled as he pulled away.

“I’ll always be here for the big ones, you know that,” she let out as she wiped a tear that had suddenly fallen onto her cheek. EJ smiled towards Luke, Luke initiated the hug. EJ hugged him quickly.

“Dude, you’re fucking nasty.” Luke said as he pulled away while laughing.

“Thanks man,” EJ let out while smiling.

“You’re teammates better be kissing your feet after that performance,” Luke let out as he crossed his arms over his chest. EJ shrugged with a wide smile. “I’m serious, EJ. One of these days I’ll be shooting against you,” Luke praised.

“You mean that?”

“Hell yeah, Scouts are going to be all over your ass after today,”

“Let me get a photo!” her mom shouted towards them.

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writingmeraki · 7 months

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cold enough to chill my bones.

a roronoa zoro drabble !

pairing : zoro x gn!reader, teasing frenemies to ???

genre : fluff, romance, they like each other but aren't dating...yet.

warnings : not any i can think of! if you find anything alarming then lmk :)

author's note : enjoy this quick drabble while you wait for the first chapter of the zoro series!! and also i got the idea to make after i got almost sick last night- maybe zoro is a bit of ooc? idk i just love the idea of him being a menace while flirting but not knowing what to do when someone flirts back at him lololol let me know what you think ! <3

word count : 1k

Despite the sun almost blinding you as it set, the sky turning into shades of deep pink intertwined with light purple and hints of yellowish orange, you felt cold.

Naturally, you'd always been the type to get cold easily, quite literally. Before even the harsh winters used to begin, you'd be getting the chills amid the warm autumn.

Though. it was beneficial when it was the blazing summer and you were always not on the brink of dying due to the immense heat as your cooler hands and feet made you more comfortable.

But today, it was a bane to your existence as your teeth chattered as you sat down on the lounging chair in the middle of the ship, trying to rub your hands to bring life back to them.

“Seems like someone can’t even take the fall breeze huh?”

The familiar voice taunted you and you didn’t even need to look at him to know he was probably smirking as he looked down at you.

Sighing in annoyance, you faced Zoro and clicked your tongue when you were right about him smirking.

It was a tad bit distracting though, especially since he looked too…attractive than you’d like to admit.

“If you’re here to taunt me then leave me be.”

“The weather is annoying enough anyways, I don’t need another nuisance.” Not wanting to entertain him today, you turned your back towards him and faced the sunset.

Too bad it was such a beauty but your body wasn’t allowing you to just simply be in bliss to enjoy it.

Suddenly you felt a heavy weight on your shoulders, which took you by surprise as you flinched to stand up and yelped loudly.

“Calm down idiot, it’s just a jacket,” Zoro said as it was his turn to roll his eyes,

“For the record, I didn’t come to ‘annoy’ you as you said which is quite ironic coming from you but I saw you shivering like a drenched cat,”

“So me being the considerate person I am,” You scoffed at his humble attitude which he chose to ignore, “I’ll let you wear my jacket for the time being.”

Honestly, you were confused. Zoro was a confusing man you‘d concluded. Since the time you’d joined the crew, he’d been confusing you by saying something different, different as in finding every way to taunt you but then he’d be nice as a true gentleman with his actions.

Like right now for example.

So ultimately, you were confused about how to thank him.

“Uh…thank you?” You’d thought it was best to just say it, figuring it was enough as you pushed your arms throughout the black clothing that was a tad bit larger than you.

Of course, it was larger near the shoulders, enough to fit almost two of you inside.

“That’s it? That’s how you thank me? You know I almost saved you from I don’t know shivering to death here?”

You sighed, now in exhaustion at his over-exaggeration, it wasn’t like if he hadn’t helped, you’d have not gotten up yourself and gone into the kitchen since it was usually always warmer as Sanji was always cooking something and the heat was always bubbling there.

He tsked at your sighing and supposedly unappreciative attitude, ready to go on a rant about how people nowadays never appreciated the little things and whatever.

When suddenly you got an idea.

“-sometimes even if a gesture may be less, you should sti-” You shut him up by leaning forward, on your tiptoes and pulled him by his yellow shirt closer to you, landing your lips on his surprisingly soft ones.

That oughta shut him up.

You pulled away in about three seconds, eyes shut as you just relished how soft they were and how right you’d been about them being like this from the countless times you’d imagined kissing him.

When you pulled away, you saw something you didn’t think you’d have seen anytime soon.

Zoro was red, a bit wide-eyed as he stared at you, not speaking another word, his cheeks highlighted with a blush that was familiar to you in a way it was something you’d always experience whenever you’d check him out for too long.

“Sooo is that enough for a thank you?” You smirked at him tauntingly, thriving in the way he was speechless, happy he could feel how you felt at times when he decided to shamelessly be a menace, a cute one, at that.

“Now if you excuse me, I have some work to do.” Turning around, you didn’t say anything else as you tried to hide your giggles recalling his comical expression of astonishment.

“YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT!” After a few moments of gathering his thoughts, Zoro was able to form a proper reaction.

“I deserve more than a peck! Kiss me like you mean it-” You burst out into giggles now at the way he was whining as you shook your head abruptly turning around to face him when he began to follow you.

“For that you have to earn your way to it!” You mocked him, pocking your tongue out as he glared at you, now crossing his arms.

“Are you seriously messing around with the Roronoan Zoro, demon pirate hunter?”

You rolled your eyes at his seemingly serious tone but you knew he was playing into the little thing you’d created as his lips twitched, trying to hide his grin.

You grinned widely at him, now your dimples peaking out,

“Ohh if you are the pirate hunter, you’ll have to catch me first to get your treasure!”

As cheesy and cringy as it was, you caught him off guard as you turned around and ran, figuring the place to run to was likely the kitchen in the confined space you had.

“HEY! Now you’re just cheating!” You heard him shout behind to which caused more giggles,which left your cheeks aching from how widely you’d been smiling.

Admittedly, the once cold you’d been feeling was now replaced by the warmth unknowingly yet knowingly caused by the oh-so-famous pirate hunter.

Maybe he did deserve a proper thank you afterall huh?

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acotarobsessed · 1 year

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Hi! Saw you were taking request and wanted to see if you would do a Azriel x reader fic (friends to lovers???) where reader has a crush on az but he doesn’t see it and they’re best friends and then they go to CON and like Hewn city and strike a kind of “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” type of deal, but after az realizes how much he wants her he tries to change her mind (Maybe mates???) the smuttier the better! Love and kisses!

Sunlight, Shadows, and Secrets

if I do a part 2 it will be super smutty anon, I just couldn’t fit it all in this one 😉 Authors note; this was only proofread by myself, so there might me a few errors. added cass to act as a sort of catalyst to provoke az and reader and yeah, CoN is pretty unrealistic, just bear with me. Yes, this is Pre-Nesta

Warning; bad language, suggestive, teeny bit of angst

Minors DNI

“We’re off to the Court of Nightmares , Y/n,” Cassian said as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “Sin City is the perfect place to get down and dirty and have some fun. What kind of trouble do you think we can get into while we’re there?” Y/n rolled her eyes and turned away from Cassian just as he added “You too Az, its been a while since you’ve got laid, hasn’t it? Females must be getting tired of you” he joked. Az rolled his eyes “We’re going for business, not pleasure, and if I could get a female if I wanted to, not that it’s any of your concern”

Y/n settled more comfortably next to Azriel—her best friend for as long as she could remember where they were waiting for Mor to winnow them to Hewn City. She wasn’t at all surprised that Cass was already making a mental list of all the wild and reckless adventures that awaited him in a no-holds-barred place like the Court of Nightmares, but to have Az join him?

Oh, joy, she thought with a resigned sigh. It wasn’t as though she was a prude. Far from it. She just wasn’t thrilled about watching her best friend and his brothers man-whoring ways in action. She spent enough time seeing it up close and personal on a day-to-day basis.

She turned her head and met their eyes. “You do realize that this trip isn’t all about you and your dick, right? That we’re heading to Hewn city because Rhys needs information?” she asked, reminding them of that one important detail.

Cass got up to go inside just as the corners of Azriels mouth curved with a rare grin. “Of course I realize. But that doesn’t mean the entire weekend is going to be all work, all the time.” Y/n frowned, unuse to this playful, risk-taking side to her friend. “We can’t get into too much trouble. No matter what plans you and Cass have.” Y/n said, turning away from Azriel

He leaned in close so that his shoulder rubbed against hers and his lips were near her ear. “You’re no fun, Y/n”

His warm breath stirred the ends of her hair, and she barely managed to suppress the shiver of awareness tickling down her spine and causing her nipples to tighten uncomfortably.

“Having sex in a cramped closet or bathroom in a random bar is not my idea of fun.”

Gods, maybe she was a prude, she thought with a frown. Or maybe it had just been too long since she’d indulged in sex of any kind. It had been nearly a year, and even that last time with the guy she’d been dating had left her unsatisfied and wanting.

“Things could get tight and hot,” Cass agreed in a tone at was both amused and suggestive. Y/n hadn’t noticed him come back outside “But that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

She shook her head. “You’re such a—”

“I know, I know,” he said, cutting her off before she could finish. “I’m a prick.”

He was a male s/ut, and he didn’t even bother to deny it.

“But just for the record, you know I have way more fun than you.” Cassian settled back into the bench. “Mor will be just another minute, she has to finish whatever it is she’s doing”

“What have you done for fun lately? And I don’t just mean hanging out with Feyre and Mor” Azriel asked, as if he believed she wasn’t capable of having a good time.

Her mouth dropped open at the unexpected question, and she snapped it shut again and glared. Screw him for being an asshole and going there.

He smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Her fingers itched to smack that smug look right off his face. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve just been really uptight lately,” he said with a shrug. “On edge and a little short and snappy with me.”

Oh, yeah, the idiot was so damned obtuse. Her being uptight had everything to do with his inability to see what was right in front of his face.

She was his best friend, and knew everything about his shitty past, his less-than-ideal childhood, and his abandonment issues. And though she’d proven over and over again that she wasn’t going anywhere and would always be there for him, no matter her own personal demons and pain, he took her for granted, never seeing her as anything more than good old Y/n

Then again, was it really his fault that she loved him with more than just friendship or sister-like affection? That he wasn’t capable of returning those feelings for a variety of reasons—the main one being that he was emotionally damaged and didn’t know how to let someone intimately close? No, she couldn’t blame him. At least he was honest about who he was and what he was capable of.

It wasn’t his fault she wanted more. It was hers, for holding out hope.

Maybe that was part of the problem, she thought as she fiddled with her leathers. It was easy for Az to get used to her always being around and at his beck and call. Hell, who was she kidding? She’d made it easy for him, and maybe it was time that she reevaluated her feelings for her best friend, and the fact that they weren’t reciprocated.

Because there was one thing she knew for certain—unrequited love sucked.

He placed his hand on her bare arm, and her traitorous pulse sped up a few notches as she glanced at his strong forearm with the siphon on the back of his hand and the dark brown braided leather bracelet that was wrapped twice around his solid wrist. She’d given it to him for his most recent birthday, and it looked sexy as hell on him with all his Illaryian tattoos.

Ignoring the way her body warmed in all those neglected places, she lifted her gaze to his, and he gave her a playful smile.

“You know, maybe you ought to take advantage, find some random guy who does it for you, and work out some of that tension you’re carrying so you can loosen up and relax.”

Y/n wasn’t sure if he was joking or serious, but she bit back an irritable retort that would give way too much credence to his uptight opinion of her and instead dished it right back to him. “Yeah, maybe I’ll do that,” she replied enthusiastically.

Screwing a random stranger so wasn’t her style, but he didn’t need to know that.

He blinked at her in surprise. Clearly, he hadn’t expected her to so readily agree to his indecent suggestion. That shock was quickly followed by a slight frown, as if he wasn’t sure how he felt about her having a one-night stand, despite the fact that he’d brought it up.

Whatever, she thought as she tamped down her frustration

After the mission was over and they all returned from Hewn city, Y/n needed to make life-altering changes. It was becoming increasingly hard and painful to be around Azriel day in and day out and watch him go from one woman to another, though he never made a big show of it like Cassian. It was time to reevaluate her life.

Even if that meant moving on from the one man she wanted but would never have beyond the friendship and the secrets that they shared.

* * *

What the hell? With a perplexed frown, Azriel watched and felt Y/n’s silent withdrawal from their conversation, and him, as she pushed him aside and grabbed Mor’s hand as they prepared to winnow, closed her eyes, and blocked him out in the process. One minute he’d been teasing her, and then the next, bam, he was being silently dismissed—this after she’d much too eagerly agreed to have a fling in the Court of Nightmares.

Females, he thought with a shake of his head. Gods, he’d never understand them.

Okay, that statement wasn’t entirely true. He had no problem relating to women when they were on their knees sucking his cock, or begging him to fuck them harder, faster. Hot, mindless sex and mutual pleasure—yeah, those things he had no problems comprehending. Hell, he understood that language without speaking a word.

But this increasing moodiness of Y/n’s over the past few months? Gods, he felt as though he were tiptoeing through a minefield, and he had no fucking idea how to deal with the situation, or her, without everything blowing up in his face.

Despite all the rough and terrible things she’d gone through in her life, she’d always managed to keep it buried deep inside and maintain an upbeat facade, except with him. She was always herself with him. She’d always been the one to make him smile on a bad day, or talk him out of a funk, or crack a joke when he, himself, was in a pissy mood.

Not so much lately.

So what the hell was going on with her? Y/n had never been one to show signs of PMS, and he knew it was so bad with fae females they could hardly get out of bed, so that theory was out. She wasn’t in a relationship, so he didn’t have to worry about some guy treating her badly. Then again, her irritation was always directed at him, and no one else. She was polite and cheerful with everyone else in the inner circle. She even joked around and teased Cassian, who still tried to flirt with her daily, but when he attempted to join in on the fun, she shut him down and shut him out.

Just like now.

Jamming a hand through his hair in frustration, he glanced at her as they arrived in Hewn city, he had hardly noticed Mor grabbing his arm and winnowing them there. Her eyes were still closed, giving him free rein to really take in her appearance. He loved her hair that was tipped in purple and fell around her shoulders in soft waves. The style matched her unique personality, as did the clothes she wore. usually wore anyway, today she was wearing a barely there silver and black dress for their visit to the Court of Nightmares. The sleeveless dress exposed the array of tattoos covering her entire arm and all the way up the side of her neck, she wore them like a queen.

His gaze traveled back up to her face, leisurely taking in her delicate features—the sweep of her long, dark lashes, her cute, pert nose, all that creamy skin, and those soft, full lips that were made to cushion a males cock.

Yeah, he fucking went there.

He swallowed back a groan as a blast of heat and the secret desire he harbored for his best friend made his cock twitch with awareness. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d thought of Y/n in a sexual way. Cauldron, she’d flip out if she knew that she was his go-to fantasy when he woke up in the morning with a hard-on and wrapped his fingers around his cock. As he stroked himself, all it took were erotic mental images of her moaning and arching beneath him as he sank deep inside of her tight, slick flesh to get him off every single time, and quickly, too.

He was a goddamn pervert for thinking of her that way. She was his best friend, for crying out loud, and there was no way he’d ever fuck that up with sex. Ever. Y/n meant way too much to him to ever cross that line, no matter how much his dick protested his decision. She was his rock, the one person he always knew he could depend on to be there for him, no matter what. She knew things about him that no one else did and accepted him despite his flaws and weaknesses.

Most importantly, she was the one and only female he’d ever trusted—fucking daddy issues, he thought bitterly—and he’d never do anything to jeopardize what the two of them had been through together, and what they shared as best friends.

Which was why her odd behavior lately piqued his concern, and he certainly didn’t like how it felt as though she was distancing herself from him. Something was definitely off, and he had to admit that the thought of losing Y/n in any capacity scared the shit out of him.

He rubbed his clammy palms down his leather clad thighs, hating the uncertainties that were growing stronger and stronger with each passing day. He didn’t want to panic, but something was up with Y/n, and the fact that he couldn’t pinpoint the issue was driving him nuts. When they returned from this trip, he planned on finding out what, exactly, was causing her mood swing.

In the meantime however, he had other things to worry about.

They had arrived in Hewn city.

#Azriel x you #Azriel smut #Azriel #Azriel acotar #Azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #acotar fanfiction #azriel fanfiction #Acotar #acotar fanfic #court of nightmares #anon ask

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justwritedreams · 2 years

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EXO AS DADS SERIES | SEHUN VER.

Word count: 1401 Author: Maari Summary: A series of what exo would be like as a parent, from discovery to growth

Father of a cutie little boy!!!!

Ok so he and s/o wouldn't be thinking too deeply about it

Right they want a child but don't have a well-planned effort

Sehun wouldn’t notice the differences in his s/o

Well, he saw that she got more beautiful but didn’t thought it could be something else

Although even vivi has noticed

So to catch him by surprise, s/o decided to record his reaction when opening the box she set aside.

And oh my God he has no idea what's going on

Would look confused at the test inside the box and spend a good 5 minutes trying to decipher

Like it's the hardest thing in the world

Would argue because he thinks it’s a cov!d test and has to fly to a fashion show that same week🤣🤣

And she would look so discredited and confused at him like “Sehun, I’m freaking pregnant”

And he would be like “from who?”

“What you mean from who? YOU, dummy.”

“oh...OH. OH!!!” sehun pikachu shocked face

But don't get it wrong, even if he doesn't react or doesn't know what to say, he'll be happy. Extremely.

So his s/o should expect him being protective 24/07 since day one!!!

He would also accompany her on all appointments

Would be completely confused on ultrasound because he cannot see the baby as the doctor is describing

But the moment he listens to the small and strong heart, it would be hard to hide the tears.

And when the doc said that it’s a boy, he would giggle proudly and happily

Would probably go back to the house kissing his s/o's hand 🥺

And while she is too busy with the million things she needs to do with the baby, Sehun is planning to propose in secret

Like he got caught by surprise then he will do the same with her

But it wouldn't be any surprise

He would buy a house, decorate it all, including the baby's room, and take his s/o blindfolded

With the excuse that it would just be dinner

And when he took the blindfold off her BAAM “this is our home, you wanna marry me?”

And she would cry, thrilled of course because she hadn't expected it, but deeply touched that the house was exactly what they had both planned.

She would be like “you can't do this to me, I'm pregnant, I might pee myself”

And he would just look at her with a smile of pure pride because he got what he wanted

And of course she would say yes, half crying half smiling

I feel like Sehun would feel everything that his s/o feels too

Like motion sickness? He woke up feeling that.

An uncontrolled hunger? He would eat with her without even realizing it

Oh and he couldn't watch her throw up without feeling the urge to do the same

The bond they have, plus living together, would be much stronger.

Spending nights lying in bed while he caresses her belly and vivi is lying between them 😭

Kisses her forehead. Every. Single. Day.

Always to remember how much he loves her because he realizes how emotional she is these last few days

The first kick, she would stop in the middle of the house with her hand on her belly and a shocked face, Sehun had just arrived home when he saw the scene and of course he was already desperate

“The baby is coming already?” he would ask, already thinking about the maternity bag that they hadn't even organized.

“No, he just kicked me”

He would look with such a wonder and drop everything he had in his hands to place on her belly, to feel it too

“I want a kick too” and would probably scream when felt something

After that he would keep his hand on her belly at all times and say that the baby is kicking more with him

“That’s just me laughing, Sehun”

“You lying”

Do you remember when I said that he’s super protective?

Yeah well, his s/o should expect him making a judging face to anyone that wants to touch her belly

“Can they stop touching you? The baby just kick with me, they don’t have to try it”

And even if his face was serious, his pout would be so cute that she would just laugh

They say boys are always born earlier than expected

So the day before they had scheduled the labor, they would be in bed ready to sleep and talking about how their lives had changed

And sharing the insecurities, he assured her that he knew she would make a great mother even if inside he was scared too

Then they would both feel the bed get wet

“Honey, if you wanted to go to the bathroom I could have helped, you know” he was going to joke but when he saw that she didn't laugh, as she used to do, he was worried

“I think my water broke”

Man not even the flash would have gotten out of bed as fast as Sehun

He would take anything he thought was important to take to the hospital with them while he looked for his car keys and she would just look at him with a "why are you so desperate?" face

“If we are not fast, he will be born in the car. I've seen it in a movie.”

“It's still going to be hours before he arrives and put that dryer down, Sehun”

I can see him calling everyone that the baby came early as he drives to the hospital

Like “Hyung, the baby is coming WHERE ARE YOU?”

His expensive cars make a lot more sense now and it was the perfect excuse for him to race

He would try to tell her to calm down but in fact he would be trying to calm himself

Wouldn't leave her side for fear the baby would come too fast and tell her to grip his hand if she was in pain

Would regret saying that because her grip was too tight

He would have been much more worried when the doctor said they would have to do a cesarean as the baby wasn’t in the right position

And would probably pass out when saw the baby coming out

He would justify after it was from emotion

But the moment he woke up in the hospital and went to see her in the room, holding the baby, he would cry

More kisses in the forehead of both of them

Would be desperate to hold his son but scared because he doesn't know how to do it

But the baby would fit perfectly in his arms 🥺

When the members arrived, he would be learning to bathe the baby and would have a proud smile on his face.

Until his s/o said he passed out and they started making fun of him 🤣

But he wouldn't even care because he had everything at that moment, his family

The return home would be quick and without many complications, the baby was healthy

I think sehun is the kind of dad who will put his son to sleep and end up sleeping together, like, he would put the baby on his chest and they would both be drooling when his s/o shows up

But it’s kinda cute

Changing diapers wouldn't be his favorite chore, I can see him cover his nose with something so he can't smell it 🤣

But he would be a fun father

The type who plays with the baby in the bathtub more than bathing the child, who dances for the baby to give a toothless smile, who holds the baby on top of the vivi to pretend it's a little horse

He is the father of small details, each evolution and new discovery with s/o and the baby transforms him and makes him much happier, fulfilled

Dress the baby up as if it were him and they are the cutest father and son in all of korea 😭

The son would be so close and so connected that his first word would be daddy, and s/o wouldn't be upset because she sees the effort he makes to be a good father

And even though he's a playful dad, he's a great dad🥺

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🔞 Cops & Robbers 🔞

Chapter 6

Tags: This chapter is pretty tame. I guess implied dead body?

You want me to do what?” Wooyoung tried not to look shocked and failed.

“I need you to drag the river. Well, really just a certain section,” Juyeon repeated. He was sitting in the police chief’s office, the only person who could authorize a search. He also happened to be Younghoon’s boss and Juyeon’s childhood friend.

“If I told you it was for Younghoon would that make a difference?” Juyeon continued.

“You mean a personal favor or looking for his dead body?” Wooyoung asked.

“The dead body we’re looking for is Chanhee,” Juyeon told him. Wooyoung looked at the ceiling and heaved a sigh.

“I knew it,” he said.

“Knew he was dead?”

“Either that or incapacitated. He and Younghoon are the two most reliable people in this whole department. So Younghoon is still alive?” Wooyoung asked.

“He was pretty beat up, but he’s alive. The only reason I left was because I don’t trust any communication other than face to face,” Juyeon explained.

“You’ve got some balls walking into police headquarters when you’re a wanted criminal,” Wooyoung pointed out.

“And you could’ve had me arrested when you saw me walk in. Just because we ended up on different sides doesn’t mean we don’t have shared interests. I could also argue that you’re responsible for me meeting Younghoon in the first place,” Juyeon replied.

“You haven’t lost your touch when it comes to guilting people,” Wooyoung sighed. He turned to his computer and started typing. “Anonymous tip that missing police employee was dumped in the river.”

“See? You did that all on your own,” the other man grinned.

“I’ll have you arrested just because you’re annoying me,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes.

“You would never,” Juyeon leaned back in the chair. Wooyoung glared at him then went back to typing. “What do you know about The Mad King?”

Wooyoung whipped his head around.

“What do you mean what do I know? It’s a story that our parents told us to scare us when we were kids. I didn’t think you believed in shit like that,” he questioned.

“I’m beginning to think he’s real,” Juyeon admitted.

“Why?” Wooyoung turned to look at his friend fully.

“More than one of Sunwoo’s searches dead ended with that name. I’m going to sound arrogant when I say this, but they can’t possibly be smart enough to rig a search to return a ghost story,” Juyeon replied. Wooyoung considered what Juyeon said.

“The last time I heard anything vaguely referencing him was last year. A couple of my guys said they kept getting false calls. I eventually pulled them from that area, but the last one was listed as ‘George the Third’,” Wooyoung told him.

“The original Mad King,” Juyeon finished.

“Though Game of Thrones is far trendier reference,” Wooyoung said.

“Yeah that wasn’t exactly pop culture when we started hearing these stories,” Juyeon replied.

“I don’t think this guy is into pop culture anyway,” Wooyoung went back to his computer. “The most recent record I have is from last February. A tip was called in about a drug dealer working out of a club downtown. The caller gave his name as George the Third. I had them check it out, but the club had closed down the previous week. I pulled the building records and it got shut down because they hadn’t paid their liquor license in several years.”

“Only in this town would you get shut down for not paying your booze fee than not paying your rent,” Juyeon snorted.

“Says the one who actually does deal drugs out of his club,” Wooyoung replied.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. That club belongs to Lee Juyeon the First,” his friend grinned. “I also pay my liquor license fees on time. Who were the cops?”

“Jeong Yunho and Choi Jongho,” the police chief replied. “I was considering having them run down leads on Younghoon and Chanhee.”

“What changed your mind?” Juyeon asked.

“I knew you’d show up eventually,” Wooyoung grinned. “You’d come looking for your cop if you didn’t already know where he was.”

“Does everything think I’m that whipped for him?” The other man huffed.

“There’s no thinking about it. You’re about as subtle as a sledgehammer. I never called off the surveillance because you both enjoyed watching each other,” Wooyoung explained.

“That makes it sound like we’re a couple of voyeurs,” Juyeon replied.

“I know you’re an exhibitionist, but I prefer to stay out of Younghoon’s sex life,” Wooyoung gave his friend a look.

“You walked in on me once,” Juyeon protested.

“And I’ve been trying to scrub that image from my head for the past 15 years,” Wooyoung replied. “Do you need anything else or are you just staying to annoy me?”

“That’s it. I have to get back to my cop,” Juyeon got up. Wooyoung snorted.

“I’ll let you know if we find anything,” he waved Juyeon off.

“Thanks,” Juyeon replied.

“He was one of mine,” Wooyoung’s voice turned serious for the first time.

“I know,” Juyeon nodded. As he was walking back to the elevators, he passed a pair of cops walking in. It was comical to see them standing next to each other. One was taller than Juyeon and slender and the other one was easily 4 or 5 inches shorter and stocky. Juyeon inclined his head in greeting as he passed them. There were some perks to being untouchable.

“Is Juyeon back yet?” Sunwoo asked when he came upstairs. Younghoon, Hyunjae, and Eric were in the living room playing with Bori.

“He’s on his way,” Hyunjae replied, trying to pick up the puppy. She was having none of it.

“He didn’t text you?” Sunwoo looked at Younghoon.

“They took my phone. I’ve been using a burner he gave me that only gets service in the house,” Younghoon replied.

“I’ll add that to the list then,” Sunwoo said.

“I assume you have an update if you crawled out of your cave,” Hyunjae said. Bori sat in Eric’s lap. Eric gave his brother a smug look.

“I got a hit on the fingerprint,” he replied.

“A fingerprint from where?” Younghoon asked.

“We might have found a body that matched one of the guys who kidnapped you and we might have broken into the morgue to get a fingerprint,” Hyunjae admitted.

“You did what?!” Younghoon’s jaw dropped.

“Don’t worry, we didn’t disturb anyone else’s corpse,” Hyunjae told him. Eric was looking at them like a deer in headlights. “Who is he?”

“Han Jisung. He got popped for possession a few years ago,” Sunwoo shared.

“Did he have a tattoo on his hand?” Younghoon whispered. Eric handed Bori over so the older man had something to hold.

“No, he was average height, brown hair, brown eyes,” Sunwoo replied.

“What about his eyes?” Younghoon hugged Bori tighter. The puppy yipped in surprise.

“What about them?” Sunwoo asked.

“Did they look too close together? Like someone pinched them close to his nose?” he felt himself starting to panic.

“I guess you could say that,” Sunwoo said.

“You okay?” Eric asked, noticing Younghoon’s change in demeanor. Younghoon shook his head. The younger boy put his hand on Younghoon’s back. “Do you want to go upstairs?”

“No, I need to see a picture,” Younghoon swallowed hard. Sunwoo typed something into his phone then handed it to Younghoon.

“He’s the one who broke my nose,” Younghoon was shaking now. “I remember his eyes. All I could see were their eyes and hands.”

“Do you remember anything else?” Sunwoo asked.

“One of them had a star tattoo on his ring finger. The leader was blonde. He had a really deep voice. The one with the star tattoo was short,” Younghoon handed the phone back.

They all jumped when they heard the door slam. No one seemed to know how to close the door quietly. Juyeon looked at the group and immediately zeroed in on Younghoon.

“What happened? Baby, you look like you’re about to pass out,” he knelt in front of him.

“The corpse is one of his kidnappers,” Hyunjae said, bracing for the inevitable explosion. Juyeon whipped around and looked at Sunwoo. The other man immediately shrunk in on himself.

“You told him? You didn’t tell me first? I swear to god Kim Sunwoo,” he went to stand up and Younghoon stopped him.

“It’s not his fault. I asked him to show me a picture. Don’t punish him,” he begged. Juyeon looked between Sunwoo and Younghoon.

“It’s true,” Eric spoke up. “He asked and Sunwoo showed him.”

“You should’ve told him no,” Juyeon focused on Sunwoo.

“Juyeon, stop, please. Please,” Younghoon started crying. “Don’t hurt him. He didn’t do anything wrong. Let him go.”

It was then Juyeon realized how his actions came across. Younghoon tried to save someone’s life and failed. Juyeon wasn’t going to actually hurt Sunwoo. He’d never hurt any of his friends. Younghoon didn’t know that.

“I’m sorry I lost my temper. You didn’t know that I hadn’t told him anything. That’s my fault. We’ll talk later,” Juyeon stood up and looked at Sunwoo.

“I’m gonna keep looking and see if he was arrested with anyone,” Sunwoo backed out of the room like he was afraid to turn his back on Juyeon.

“Promise me you won’t hurt him,” Younghoon begged.

“I promise I won’t hurt him. You know I’ve never lied to you and I’m not going to start now,” Juyeon sat next to him. Bori had scurried into Eric’s lap.

“Thank you,” Younghoon wiped his eyes and winced. Juyeon felt like the biggest piece of shit on the planet. He opened his mouth to say something, but Younghoon cut him off.

“I’d like to be alone for a while,” he said quietly. Juyeon felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He wanted to argue. He wanted to convince Younghoon to let him stay. Hyunjae and Eric gave him twin looks of warning.

“Okay. You can use one of the guest rooms,” Juyeon stood up. “Or I can.”

“I’ll take the guest room,” Younghoon waited until Juyeon stepped back to stand. Eric put Bori on the floor and the puppy followed him up the stairs.

“I’m gonna go…do something,” Eric said and walked to the basement leaving Juyeon and Hyunjae alone.

“He doesn’t even want to be around me,” Juyeon looked at his hands.

“Can you blame him?” Hyunjae asked.

“No,” Juyeon shook his head.

“You should’ve told him what you know. At least he would’ve been prepared. You’re only hurting him more by withholding information. I get that you want to protect him. He trusted you enough to come here after they let him go. You need to trust him. Yeah, he got the shit beat out of him, but he’s still a fully functioning adult who can make his own choices. You owe it to him to share what you know,” Hyunjae told him.

“The last time I shared everything I knew, someone died,” Juyeon reminded him.

“Who was also a fully functioning adult and made his own decision,” the other man replied.

“Do you think he’ll forgive me?” Juyeon looked at Hyunjae.

“He will, but it might take time. Logically, he knows that you rarely resort to violence. The part of him that was tortured and had to stare at his best friend’s dead body the entire time won’t come around so fast. You need to be patient with him. You also need to be patient with yourself,” Hyunjae replied.

“I thought things were going okay,” Juyeon bit his lip to keep from crying.

“Which part? Finally convincing him to sleep with you?” his friend asked.

“Like we were building something. I honestly didn’t think I’d see him again after we had sex. He left while I was asleep. I acted like it didn’t bother me, but it did,” Juyeon admitted.

“Is that part of why you’re not sleeping?” Hyunjae hit the nerve Juyeon had desperately been trying to hide.

“Part of it. If I’m awake then he can’t disappear,” he couldn’t stop the tears. Hyunjae put his arm around Juyeon’s shoulders.

“He’s not going to disappear. Get some sleep. Eric will listen for him. Kid’s got great ears,” he said. Juyeon nodded. “Don’t make me order you.”

“I’m going,” Juyeon wiped his eyes. He stopped outside the closed bedroom door. It took everything he had to not knock. Younghoon asked for space and Juyeon was going to give it to him even if it hurt.

The bed was still unmade from that morning. Juyeon forced himself to shower and change into clothes he could actually sleep in. He pulled Younghoon’s pillow into his chest. It smelled like what Younghoon was supposed to smell like. Eric had picked up Younghoon’s toiletries the previous day and Juyeon helped him shower.

“I’m so sorry,” he breathed into the pillow. “I love you.”

He finally let himself cry until his body gave into exhaustion. Younghoon would still be there when he woke up. He had to be.

“Yunho! Jongho!” Wooyoung called them into his office after Juyeon left.

“Yes sir?” Yunho asked.

“I need you to supervise a river search,” he told them.

“A river search?” Jongho repeated.

“I got an anonymous tip that there might be a body in it,” Wooyoung replied.

“Does this have to do with Younghoon and Chanhee?” Yunho ventured.

“I don’t know yet. That’s why I need you two to supervise the search. If there is a body then I trust you to do the identification,” their boss explained.

“And if it is one of them?” Jongho asked.

“Then we’ve got a murder case to work. The search is tomorrow morning. I expect you to be there early. Think you can handle that?” Wooyoung turned back to his computer. They nodded.

“Sir, can I ask a question?” Yunho bit the inside of his cheek.

“You can, but I might not answer it,” Wooyoung said.

“Why was Lee Juyeon here this morning?” he asked.

“That’s above your pay grade,” Wooyoung replied simply.

“Right, of course. Not our business,” Yunho nodded.

“Your only business right now is searching the river. You’re dismissed,” he waved them off. “Shut the door on your way out.”

“How did they figure out he was in the river?” Jongho asked when they got back to their desks.

“Juyeon has a lot of resources at his disposal. They probably realized it after Jisung fucked up the original plan,” Yunho replied.

“I’m not sure about this. Maybe we should just back off,” Jongho suggested.

“I don’t think that’s how it works. We do what we’re told and keep our mouths shut,” the other man said.

“I didn’t anticipate this many dead bodies,” Jongho said.

“It’s the mafia. Of course there are going to be dead bodies,” Yunho sighed. Jongho didn’t reply. “Let’s get through this search and hope they don’t find anything. If nothing else I don’t want to deal with a body that’s been in the water for over a week.”

“Do you want to let him know or should I?” the younger man asked.

“I’ll do it. I am the senior officer here,” Yunho said.

“Yeah this is the only time you claim it,” Jongho rolled his eyes.

“Start thinking about ways we can deal with this if they do find a body. I’m gonna go update him,” Yunho got up.

“Good luck,” Jongho sighed.

“I’m gonna need it,” Yunho replied and left to go make the call. This was not going to end well at all.

#minors dni #the boyz fanfic #ateez fanfic #the boyz angst #mafia au

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coffeeheartaddict2 · 1 year

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Everybody Hurts sometimes (7/18)

Take Me Out

Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Casey Valentine

Word count: 2502

Warnings: sexual content, language, mentions of abandonment

*****Trigger Warning- this series deals with issues of abandonment and addiction*****

Category: Angst with a side of smut

Rating: 18+

Summary: It is the annual softball game with Mass Kenmore. Ethan’s avoidance of Alan comes to the fore when he shows up unannounced.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry.

Authors note: those may have noted the number of parts now- she is going to be long. Some events further along if I put it into one chapter will make it quite long.

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It had been a few weeks since interactions she witnessed had her convinced that the rumour mill was correct. There had been no further confirmation but she bided her time. Casey was still going well on the team. It drove June crazy. She did have to concede that Casey was a good doctor but she was never convinced that it was on merit.

The annual softball game was coming. Casey decided she would play this year, still seething that Kenmore stole Stephanie from them. Aurora had earlier in the year transferred to Kenmore and was working on the project. Aurora spoke to the parents and said they had received several offers, across the whole country. She also said that apparently this happens but it was an ethical grey area. She did assure Casey though that Stephanie was being well looked after.

The day of the game came and Edenbrook were all of a sudden a player short. Casey asked Ethan if he would fill in. Ethan was apprehensive, sport was not his thing but when Casey said it would be a chance to beat Tobias, well he was sold. They arrived at the park, Casey went off to find her friends. Naveen spotted Ethan and wondered if Casey was the reason he was there. Meanwhile on the Mass Kenmore side, Tobias had to do a double take. Ethan Ramsey, in the flesh. Seeing his former buddy gave him even more motivation to win.

Casey spotted Landry and made a point to avoid him. The game started and it was neck and neck. Half time came and Tobias comes up to her.

“Glad to see you are keeping your head in the game.”

“Yeah well seems I need to be careful around you, not going to make the same mistake again.”

“If this is about Stephanie, when I heard I was intrigued then my mind went to the possibilities.”

Just then Ethan walks up to Casey.

“What are you doing talking to Casey, Tobias?”

“Just having a chat about Stephanie.”

“What needing to gloat, glad some things have not changed since medical school”

“Speaking of, since when do you sleep

With people to advance their careers?”

“Care to repeat that, Tobias” Said Ethan through gritted teeth.

Landry and Dr Mendoza hear the commotion and make their way.

“Don’t go throwing threats that you can’t act on now Ethan.” Said Dr Mendoza.

Casey gets Ethan to stand down and they walk away. Tobias was bemused, he saw glimpses of a dare he say protective Ethan and Casey getting him to stand down, well there had to be truth to the rumours of at least sleeping together, from what he had heard about her solve record though, he did not think it was to get ahead.

“How dare he fucking accuses you of sleeping with me to get ahead…”

“Ethan stop, please.” Said Casey, “since these rumours started at Edenbrook there has been a camp of me sleeping my way onto the team. They were feral when you were on sabbatical. The people whose opinions I give a shit about know the truth Ethan.”

“Can you come with me after the game Casey?”

Asks Ethan.

“Of course, what’s up?” Asked Casey, now curious as they had spent nearly no time alone since his return.

“I feel ready to continue the conversation we started at Derry’s when my dad came to visit.” Said Ethan.

“Of course Ethan” said Casey.

The game restarted and there was a change in atmosphere. It was the final inning, Casey was the last to bat and the bases were loaded. Tobias was pitching. She hits the ball and smashes it. She runs, her other teammates get home. She passes third and makes her way home. Landry has the ball but she can not change course now. She crashes into him. She is declared safe. Dr Mendoza I’d appalled and pulls Casey off Landry. Ethan yells at Dr Mendoza to get his hands off his resident and a brawl breaks out. Tobias does not join in right away, in shock at the rather public display of protection towards Casey. The brawl ends. Casey makes her way to Ethan and they leave together. Tobias can see there is something genuine. He messages June and told her about the interactions he witnessed. From what Tobias said June was not sure what to think. They partook in their arrangement that night but did not mention how appreciative she was for the information.

Meanwhile, Ethan and Casey got changed at the hospital before heading back to his place. Casey now second guessing her short choice but she did not think that she would be going to Ethan’s after the game. The thoughts of what Ethan wanted to do with Casey came to the fore yet again. Yes he did want to to tell Casey about Louise but he missed her and wanted her more than ever. They arrive and start cooking dinner. Casey enjoyed seeing a relaxed Ethan. They talked while they cooked.

“When I was eleven, my mother walked out on myself and dad, no warning or anything. I was angry. Angry at her, then I was angry at Dad because he still loved her and then I was angry at myself because maybe she left because of me. As a consequence I kept my dad at arms length and I did not let many people in.”

“Why is she reaching out now?”

“I have no idea and if I am being honest, I don’t want to know. Dad said she wanted to talk to me but she is in the same god damn city and she can not be bothered to try and find me herself. How desperate is she really?”

Casey goes to stand next to Ethan and placed her hand on top of his. He puts his other hand on top of Casey’s.

“So I am guessing that your dad had no answers as to why?”

“I have been ignoring him since that day. He is desperate for me to talk to her but nothing will negate what she did and still is doing.

They take a brief break to figure out what to add to the Georgian stuffed Chicken. They decide on the ghost peppers.

Casey tells Ethan she understands not wanting to talk to Louise. He smiles. The chicken is ready to go into the oven. Ethan sets the timer. He goes to give Casey a hug. He thanks her for understanding. He cups her cheek in one hand.

“I have missed you so much”

The touch makes Casey’s heart rate pick up. She grabs his hand and placed it above her heart. Ethan breath hitches at the memory of how supple her breast is and her heart rate.

“The feeling is very much reciprocated, Ethan. I want you still, so much” says Casey.

He leans down, his lips lightly brush hers, then there is a rather firm knock at his door. He rests his head on her shoulder. “I should go and get that shouldn’t I?”

There is another knock.

“Yes, I think you should.” Said Casey.

He kisses her cheek and makes his way to the door. Ethan is not surprised but frustrated to find his dad on the other side. He lets him in.

“I am glad you answered Ethan. You have not taken my calls for a bit. I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

“I am fine dad, I have been very busy.”

It is at this point that Alan spots Casey.

“Am I interupting?” Asked Alan.

“No, we just put dinner in the oven.”

Casey can sense the tension so she takes her leave. Ethan takes her down to the lobby. Casey grabs his hand and squeezes it. They reach the lobby. Casey says she will order an Uber home. She goes to hug him but Wthan kisses her, with longing. Casey returns the kiss.

“What does this mean?”

“A discussion for later, Casey.”

They kiss again. Ethan heads back upstairs.

“Are you sure I was not interrupting?”

“No dad, Casey is my friend, I invited her for dinner after the softball game.”

“Why are you really visiting me dad?”

“I haven’t heard from you for a while son, can’t a dad come and check on his son?”

“By check on…”

“Well yes I am curious as to if you reached out.”

“She can’t be that desperate dad.”

“What do you mean”

“When you came to the hospital, you said she was eager to contact me. She is in the same fucking city dad, 30mins from here and yet she is incapable of looking me up and contacting me herself?”

“Well it has been a long time son”

“That woman has been dead to me since she walked out on us, dad. Why now and don’t give me the she did not say bull shit. I am sure she had probably contacted you asking if I have her details!” Exclaims Ethan.

“Yes she asks son but she has been reluctant to speak about herself yet asks about you, it seems to me that she at least wants to apologize.”

Ethan pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Apologize for what? For being a selfish bitch and walking out on both of us?”

“Don’t you dare speak about your mother like that!” Yells Alan

“No dad, I will. My memories of that time are still crystal clear. She came to my door, said she was going to the shops, I asked her for some more potato chips, she left , I realized after a while she had not come back, you then come home, ask where she is. You look for her for two days, find no trace, the police get involved, they find her in a matter of hours where one proceeds to tell you that she has dumped you and the other officer finds the situation hilarious. How is that not the act of someone selfish dad?”

“People can regret things and want to make amends”

“For what? Walking out on us? robbing me of the rest of my childhood? There is nothing that woman can say that will erase that dad.”

“She is not some woman Ethan, she is your mother”

“She stopped being my mother when she walked out of that house, dad. I will not speak to her, I have nothing to say to her nor is there anything she can see to me that will change how I feel. If you are not going to respect my decision then please leave.”

“Very well, Ethan. I’ll see my own way out.”

Ethan groans in frustration. He had not argued with his dad like that since he was a teenager. The timer on the oven went off. He got the chicken out and had a small serving. It was delicious and he made two servings for the next day. One for him and the other for Casey. Just then he receives a message from Casey. Stating she was home safe and in bed, with a picture of her in a rather sensual set of pajamas that made Ethan think many impure thoughts. He messaged back stating he wanted to talk and was on his way over. He grabbed his keys and drove to her building. He messaged her when he parked to say he had arrived. Casey got up and waited at the door for him. They entered the apartment and went to her room.

He kissed her hungrily with his hands running all over her curves. He removes her Panama top, he teases the hardened peak of her nipples with his thumbs while kissing down the column of her neck. Casey manages to take his shirt off. He kisses her on the lips again and moves her to her bed. She lays down and removes her bottoms.

Ethan removes the rest of his clothes and joins her. He runs his hands down her body, down and then up her thighs to her core. Te teases her nun and her breath hitches.

“Always so wet for me.” He whispers in her ear as he inserts two fingers. He pumps her while he ducks at her nipples. Casey has no idea how she stays quiet but she does. Ethan then kissed his way down sand runs circles with his tongue around her clit. He slips in a third finger and crooks them. He is now hitting that spot. He can feel her clench hard around his fingers, he ups the pace both with his fingers and tongue and she falls. He helps her ride it out and laps her up. He goes to position himself to enter her but she nods her head. Lie down she says. Ethan is expecting her to reciprocate but instead she straddles him.

“Don’t you think it is fair that I fuck you after that?”

He gulps and nods his head. She teases him, running her centre up and down his cock.

“Please Casey” he whispers.

She guides him in and makes her way down slowly, she knows she can take him but it has been awhile so she needs ro adjust. She starts to rock and he thrusts his hips up. She leans down and kisses him as she continues to ride him. They quicken their pace. She straightens up to arch her back and he massages her breasts. He then sits up slightly so he can suck at her part nipples. He can sense his movements getting more erratic. She leans down again,

“Come for me Ethan” and kisses him and with a couple more thrusts he succumbs, which triggers Casey’s second climax.

They lay there in the afterglow.

“So are we back together or was this just a booty call?” Asks Casey.

“I have missed you, I still have feelings and it has been torture trying to keep them buried. I still stand by what I said, you deserve so much more but I need you.”

“I miss you too. I still have those feelings and well after having the real thing with you, thinking about you whilst I pleasure myself is not the same.”

“I get what you mean”

“So an arrangement then?”

“You deserve more but yes”

They both want to say how they truly feel but they do not. Ethan sets an alarm so he can leave early. It had been a long day and they both fall into a deep sleep in each others arms.

Over the next few weeks, the arrangement works well, in fact they find they work better without the tension there. June is still trying to figure out their deal exactly and then an opportunity to get more information falls into her lap. In the form of Tobias telling her that he is in the process of courting state Senator Ed Farrugia to figure out a mystery illness. All June can think about is how she can use this to find out what she wants to know.

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Authors note: I am really making June quite the villian in this series. I think we can all agree that she was under-utilised in canon. For those who have read this far thank you

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"I'll drive you to the hospital" - #44

Genre/Au's: Fluff; Drama; Friends to Lovers

Paring: RM x Reader

Words count: 2.642

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Cursing; Mentions of building on fire;

Author note: Thank you so much Ash @sugafreeagustdfor the request, this was a crazy rollercoaster ride as you know. From the original 600 I had on the day you requested it, I only kept a few abstract ideas and the pink hair with the undercut.

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You met Namjoon on the first year of university. Somewhere in the first semester, of introduction to modern arts. An obligatory class for all students aiming to someday work with any form of art.

You came in right as the professor was walking into the room, Namjoon came late and sat behind you. He was clumsy -still is and you just take it as an essential part of him- he dropped his books when he opened his bag, papers flying everywhere, his pencils rolling down the steps where the chairs sat on the auditorium like room. You, still, aren’t really sure, but you think he hit his head four times on the back of your chair while picking up his stuff. Dropped his books three more times before the professor asked him to stop whatever he was doing and just listen to the class.

To your surprise he did that, sat on his chair, with his material scared all over and just listened to the class. It made you giggle. Back then his hair was long and messy, his thick framed glasses gave him a goofy look even more when paired with his clumsiness.

When the class was over you helped him to pick up his material and offered to let him borrow your notes if he needed. He accepted, even though he had recorded the whole class in his phone. Those notes were his chance to talk to you again.

Lucky to him, one of your close friends fell in love with Seokjin, a childhood friend of his who was studying business in a neighbor university and so you started to hang out. You’ve learned that the same amount of clumsiness Namjoon had in him was balanced with his talent for lyric writing and music producing. He was also an underground rapper. A very talented one. His goal was to start entertainment company with Seokjin and Yoongi, a very quiet and grumpy looking guy you’ve seen around uni.

Namjoon was also great with girls, actually he wasn’t that great, and still isn’t. He just had many girls wanting to go out with him due to his talent as a rapper and music production, and he did go out with many girls and his relationships never lasted much, for one reason or another.

A decade late you stand in the parking lot of Namjoon’s fancy condo as you see fire man’s trying to control the fire in one of the apartments.

The loud sirens and flashing lights making your heart skip one beat after the other, your eyes searching on the distance for the pink haired man you call best friend. People run from the doors of the building in any and every possible way. Some do it alone, others grouped with their families, caring their children, running scared, crying, some are calm, walking. But none of them is Namjoon. You have to stay behind the safety zone, but every passing second has you wanting to run inside the burning building.

Cold hands hold you by the shoulders and you jump scared. “Where is he?” Yoongi asks, voice agitated, the first time you hear it since melting the man.

“I- I don’t know” your voice fails you as you shake your head.

Seokjin pulls you into a tight hug.

Yoongi saw the news about the fire as soon as it started. The condo is known to have many celebrities living on it and to be very high end, so as soon as the fire station was called for the case the news was out.

Five more minutes go by where the three of you look for your friend and can’t find him in between the people who are out or leaving the building. The fact that, as the seconds pass the number of people coming out diminish has your heart shrinking inside your chest.

You don’t know when you start to cry but fat tears leak from your eyes. The sound of explosion in the upper floors of the building have you hiding your face against Seokjin’s chest and Yoongi joins the hug, he shakes a bit, and you know he is also fearing for your best friend as cold sweat run down your back.

Seokjin’s phone buzzes non-stop on his pocket, probably other friends, media and stakeholders from the label wanting to know any news about one of the main producers of the company. After all Namjoon is not only one of the nation’s biggest rappers, but also the creator of the country’s biggest boyband.

When Seokjin’s phone stops buzzing Yoongi starts, and then yours. When you look at it you see Namjoon’s old photo, he is smiling with his eyes closed and with blue hair going on. With trembling hands, you answer the phone.

“Joon?” Your voice is just a whisper, you can’t hear anything besides the loud thumping of your heart in your ears and the chaos happening.

“Y/n?” You think you hear his voice saying your name, but you aren’t sure.

“Where the fuck are you?” Seokjin is hysterical on the phone that now is in his hands.

Yoongi keeps holding you as he pays attention to his older friend on your phone, your thoughts are a mess, and you don’t want to know what is being said but you also do. The worst option and scenarios run through your head, what if’s that you don’t want to think just pop up on your head making your fear grow and your body get colder.

You don’t hear what Seokjin says or what Yoongi asks you when he looks into your eyes moving his mouth, you just nod at him, and his arms are unwrapping themselves from your body, is so much colder now. Seokjin starts to walk, and Yoongi is following, you try to do the same not knowing if your body is even able to do it.

The three of you walk around the people, cars, ambulances and fire fighters towards the recreation area of the condo, from the distance you can see some groups of people and there is an unmistakable pink hair among them. You want to run but your legs that barely keep you up don’t obey.

It seems like a year before you reach him. Yoongi is the most rational he does a body check on Namjoon, to see if he is not injured and asking question to see if the man is okay.

“… got scared and kept trying to go back to the apartment, I had to carry him fifteen floors down and once we finally got here, he bite me.” Namjoon explains, he is probably talking about Rapmon the grumpy white American Eskimo is sitting on the floor by his leg.

Wiping your tears with the back of your hand you sob, crying harder now. He is fine and in one piece but still you can’t stop crying. Not sure if is from relief or from the scare you clench your fists on Namjoon’s shirt when he hugs you against his warm sweaty chest.

Probably is the fading adrenaline that makes your knees go weak as your vision turns blurry.

“Y/n!” three man call in a far distance.

There is a bright light and an unknown person looking at you when you open your eyes. You feel sightly dizzy, confused to your whereabout.

“Y/n?” Someone calls your name.

Is the unknown person, as your vision clears you manage to recall your surroundings, trying to sit up the world spins and again three voices call your name.

At the open doors of the ambulance, you can see a worried Seokjin, a tired Yoongi and disheveled and safe Namjoon. Sighing you rest back.

The paramedic takes your pulse again after asking you a few questions to make sure you are okay and just fainted out of nervousness. She lets you go but suggests you go to a hospital if you feel lightheaded again.

Yoongi helps you down from the ambulance and you see the fire man are collecting the hoses and cleaning the area. “They managed to end the fire while we came to meet Namjoon.”

“How long I was out?” You ask still a bit confused.

“Maybe for five minutes.” Seokjin says pushing his hair back as he types on his phone non-stop.

“I’m sorry.” You say looking down, upset for worrying your friends on such moment.

“The most important is that everyone is fine and safe.” Namjoon offers hugging you to his side. “How did you guys get here?” He asks looking at each one of you.

“Car.” Yoongi replies curtly.

“No shit?” Namjoon asks.

“We came together.” Seokjin point to himself and Yoongi. “Y/n, was already here?” He suggests thinking about the fact and not understanding it. “How did you come so fast? Did you hear the news on the radio? Were you already on your way here? Because your route from work to your place is the other way…”

“Eh I-” you search inside your messy head for something to say.

“What does it matter?” Namjoon cuts in glaring at his friend. “I’m pretty sure I won’t be able to go back to my place, the fire was three floors below mine, I’ll have to wait the fire fighters clear the building before I can see if my place was damaged or not, I’ll need somewhere to crash for a few nights.”

“A hotel is a place.” Seokjin says not looking up from his phone screen where he types nonstop again.

“Rapmon is not nice to Holly, if you have somewhere to let him you can stay with me.” Yoongi offers, taking a step to the side when the grumpy dog lifts one of his cheeks to the man.

“Yoongi he is scared, I can’t just leave him somewhere, plus where would I be able to leave him at this hour?” Namjoon caresses his dog’s head who barks at him.

“Don’t even look at me, I’m not going to take care of that feral thing!” Seokjin looks up from his phone. “And you are not taking him to the company, no way that beast if going near any of our expensive equipment, I still wonder how he doesn’t destroy all those expensive shit you call art.” Seokjin mumbles the last part as he puts the phone in his ear making a call.

“Hm… I can stay with him if you’d like. You know my place is not big like yours but, there is a pet friendly area in my condo, and we are allowed pets there. I’d just have to get him some food. I even think he likes me.” You kneel down to caress the dog, who seems to roll his eyes at you.

“You mean, he is not mean and doesn’t growl at you.” Yoongi says, “he probably doesn’t even likes Joon, just tolerates his presence.”

You laugh.

“What?” Seokjin asks joining the conversation again. “I already calmed the hearts of all entertainment world.”

“And what about, my homelessness situation?” Namjoon asks pushing his hair back and showing his undercut.

You take a deep breath focusing back on the white dog with smoke dusted fur.

“I don’t care about your homelessness situation.” The man jokes. “No, seriously, just go to a hotel and rest, I asked Dan to free all your schedule for the week so you can rest and figure your living situation out.”

“Thanks.” Namjoon hugs his friend who pushes him away.

“You smell like smoke!” Seokjin complains. “You need a shower.”

“And a bed too.” Namjoon laughs and wipes his face with the hem of his shirt, once again you look away.

“Okay, so I think we have a plan?” Yoongi asks. “Y/n will house the mad dog, I’ll drop Namjoon in a hotel and Seokjin at home and we’ll all go to sleep?”

“Hey? Drop me in a hotel?” Namjoon complains.

“Hm, you don’t want to go to my place and being honest I don’t want you there to cockblock me. You have lots of money to pay for a hotel stay, I’m not even suggesting a really expensive one. And you’d also have privacy to…”

Namjoon quickly covers Yoongi’s mouth with his hand. “Okay, okay I got it. So, we have a plan.”

“Great!” Seokjin slaps his hands together. “Then let’s get on moving, tomorrow will be a hell of a day.”

As the guys start to move you stand up and the world spins again, Namjoon is quick to hold you by the elbow preventing your fall. You grasp at his shirt once again and a cold shiver runs down your back.

“Okay, new plan. I’ll drive you to the hospital and then I see what I’ll do.” Namjoon says, warm breath hitting your face.

You are so concentrated on his plump lips so close to you that you miss the smirk on Yoongi’s face as he drags Seokjin away in the direction of his car, as the man tries to argue something in uncomprehensive words.

The walk to your car is quiet, there is a lot of noise all around, paramedics, lots of people screaming, crying, fire fighters, friends and family looking for one another. But everything is a blur to you, Namjoon has his arm around your waist, keeping you steady and close. Rapmon walks by his other side growling at people that pass by too close to his content.

Once by your car you pass the keys to him, he unlocks the car and opens the back door letting Rapmon get on and secures his leash on the back sit. You get on the passenger’s side and buckles up. Namjoon gets in the driver’s side, closes his door and lets his head fall on the steering wheel.

“You have no idea how much you scared me when you fainted.”

You look at his side profile, strong and tight jaw, he is angry. His face is sweaty and dirty from the dark smoke he had to walk through.

“I was scared!” You say almost hysterical. “You weren’t coming out, I thought…” your voice comes out chocked as your eyes fills with tears once again.

“No, no, no!” Namjoon pulls you into a hug, nuzzling your neck. “Don’t cry. I’m here, I’m fine, okay?”

You nod against his neck on the awkward position, not wanting to let go yet. Taking deep breaths of his sweaty and smoke smelling body you let go once your eyes are not filling up with tears anymore. He dries the couple of stray tears that fall down your cheek.

“I wish we were having this conversation on the comfort of my place, just the two of us, without any craziness around.” He caresses your cheek with his thumb.

“Yeah, me too.” You half laugh half sob.

“Y/n I’m really going to drive you to the hospital.” He declares as he starts to fix the mirrors and his sit.

“Joon, I’m fine, it was just…”

“Y/n, please.” He interrupts. “I need to be sure you are fine, also is a great way for us to be sure about it all, don’t you think?”

Namjoon looks and sounds tired. His eyes are worried about you, the day had been really long and even though you just want to go home, you know he is right, so you nod.

“Good, now let’s go get you checked up and find out if Seokjin is only going to freak out or if he’ll rip his hair out too.”

“Why would he do that?” You ask confused as he carefully drives the car to the condo’s exit.

“I’m sure he will have a major freak out when he learns that we are together.” Namjoon takes your hand in his. “But if you happen to be pregnant, I’m sure he will rip his hairs off upon learning he’ll be an uncle.”

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greyfix · 2 years

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Leave The Door Open

Title: Leave The Door Open

Ship: Tsukishima Kei/Hinata Shoyou

Summary: Tsukishima Kei and Hinata Shoyou are locked in the club room before practice. Tensions and hormones are high, and proximity is close. How will these boys cope?

Word Count: 2,086

Requested By: Tiffany on Ao3

Warnings/Tags: Fluff, Locked In, Making Out, Boredom, Tsukishima Kei Being an Asshole, Hinata Shouyou is Sunshine

Author’s Note: I genuinely think that tsukishima would make out with hinata if he got bored enough

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Shoyou had just gotten to the club room when someone else walked in. He looked up expecting Kageyama, who sometimes comes early, but was surprised to see Tsukshima kei.

Shoyou doesn’t think much of the change. Sure, he was used to being alone when he first got to the school, but he wasn’t going to complain about company. Even if said company was decidedly grumpy. So, he went along with his usual routine. They continued in silence, facing opposite sides of the room. At least, until Shoyou went to leave and his bag was no longer there. “Tsukishima.” Shoyou spoke, alarmed, “Where’s my bag?”

“Stopping the door?” He didn’t look.

“No! It’s not!” He was more alarmed now.

Kei turned around, only half way through putting on his shirt. He looked towards where he saw the bag last and swore when he saw the door closed entirely. Normally this would be fine, because there’s usually a whole team of volleyball players around to open the door from the outside. However, it was 5 in the goddamn morning and Shoyou and Kei were the only ones around.

Tsukishima seethed, “How could you be so stupid?”

“I didn’t even do anything!” Shoyou shouted in return.

“Well who the hell did it then!”

“Obviously not me, cause I was getting dressed!”

“The bag couldn’t have moved itself!”

“Maybe it just wasn’t stable?” Shoyou sighed, “I don’t know, but it’s over now. We’re stuck here.”

Kei rolled his eyes and sat down against the wall. If they’re going to be trapped in this room until someone gets here, he may as well sit down. Maybe he’ll go back to sleep.

This worked for a while, but Shoyou doesn’t often go long without moving. He tried to practice receiving, but he was too bad and the room was too small so he kept hitting himself in the face. He tried practicing jumps, but once again the room was too small and his head suffered. Eventually Kei got sick of it and yelled at him to sit down. Seeing no other options, Shoyou did.

Both of their phones were trapped outside the room. Shoyou’s in his bag, and Kei’s in the gym where he dropped off his stuff on the way to the club room.

About half an hour of silence passed when Shoyou finally spoke. Honestly it might be a record for him. “I’m bored.”

Kei pinned him with a searing glare, “Really? I could have never guessed.”

“You can't tell me you aren’t bored. You’ve been sitting there in the corner, completely silent, forever!”

Kei rolled his eyes, “Of course I'm bored, but I know better than to try and find something to do in an empty room. Also it’s five in the goddamn morning, not everyone has as much energy as you this early.”

Shoyou huffed and slid further down the wall. “Why don’t we play a game or something.”

“No.” Kei’s eyes were still closed. He’s hoping he’ll slip into a coma or something to get out of this situation. He figures sleep is the more feasible option so he’s going for that one.

“Come on,” Shoyou whined, “Why not? I might die if we keep just doing nothing.”

“Perfect.” Kei still didn’t open his eyes, but he could imagine the look on shoyous face when he smirked.

“Stingyshima.” Shoyou grumped for another five minutes before he spoke again. “What about-” he began only to be interrupted by Kei.

“No.”

This time another half hour passed. But Kei was the first to speak, “How the hell is your little boyfriend not here yet. Doesn’t he usually come at the ass crack of dawn to set for you?”

“He doesn’t usually come until seven. I have two hours to myself in the morning. Also, he’s not my boyfriend, ew.” Kei’s eyes were open so he saw the physical cringe that thought caused in Shoyou.

“Really?” He was genuinely curious, he always thought there was at least something between the two. “You guys look like you’ve either been together for like 18 years, or that you’ve been denying your feelings for each other for that long.” Kei chuckled.

“Um, absolutely not. Kageyama is a great teammate and a great friend, but i feel like he’d probably be a horrible boyfriend. At least to me. I’m sure there’s someone out there for him.”

Kei couldn’t help but laugh.

Shoyou couldn’t help but join in. “What about you and Yamaguchi? They act very much like a partner.”

Kei nearly gagged. “Absolutely not. I’ve known them for way too long. Also they're disappointingly into women, not that I blame them.”

“You know, I should've guessed that. Their whole cottage core vibe is very lesbian esque.”

Kei smiled. A real smile, not that mocking one he usually shows off. It was small, sure, but it was real. “I’ve told them that many times.”

They fell back into silence but this time it was comfortable. This time they were quiet together. The room somehow felt so much bigger. Like somehow they were limiting themselves to the space without each other in it, but now they've connected, even if it’s only a little bit.

They never would have thought they would bond over being mistaken as taken with their best friends. Even though they would have never thought of it before, it felt right.

Shoyou didn’t know how long they stayed like this. At some point they moved closer together, to the point where they could feel eachothers warmth.

Shoyou blamed this next part on temporary insanity. As if without his permission, Shoyou’s mouth opened and spoke for him. “Do you wanna make out?”

Kei’s head whipped around so fast Shoyou swore it made a cartoon sound effect. “What?” He spoke carefully, as though he was unsure of his control over his mouth.

“I asked if you wanna make out. I mean neither of us are taken, were both into dudes, there’s nothing better to do and-”

“I really don’t want to hear a logical explanation out of you right now.” Kei shook his head in disbelief, but that smile had returned.

Shoyou decided he liked that smile. “Is that a yes?” He grinned.

Kei tried not to think too hard about it. “Sure.”

Shoyou smiled so bright Kei was sure he was going to be blinded. “Can I sit on your lap?”

He took a moment to be confused by the question. “Why?”

Shoyou giggled, “Because I’m small, and you’re alot bigger than me. I like that.”

Kei would never admit that went straight to his dick. “Alright.” He would also never admit to the smile he wore while Shoyou straddled his lap, putting his arms around his neck and playing with the hairs at his nape.

Their faces were only inches apart, and when Kei reached to put his hands on Shoyous waist the smaller boy arched his back so that their bodies were pressed together. Kei could feel shoyous breath on his lips. He leaned forward to close the gap.

But shoyou leaned away, only a little. He allowed for their lips to graze, but smiled as he pulled away. He wanted to tease more.

Kei wouldn’t allow that. He surged forward at the same time as he pulled Shoyou closer. Their lips met and shoyou gasped. It was so warm. And so good. He held on tighter to Kei, hoping that he could somehow move closer, but it was impossible to be any closer than they were in the moment.

One of Kei’s hands moved from shoyou’s waist, up his back, to the back of his head pressing their lips together harder, as though that would somehow allow them to dive into each other’s skin.

Shoyou hummed and gripped the back of Kei's shirt. He needed to breathe but he didn’t want to stop. So he didn’t.

Kei nipped at shoyous lip, hard enough to sting just right and shoyou gasped. Kei took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. Shoyou whimpered at the sensation. That only spurred Kei on further.

Shoyou moved his hands from the back of Kei's shirt to brush over his front. He felt over the tough muscle of his pecs and the soft plush of his stomach. His breath hitched so he touched the roof of Shoyou's mouth with his tongue earning another moan.

Kei threaded his fingers through shoyou’s hair tugging firmly. This time the sound was deep from his chest, not a hum of pleasure but a moan. Kei didn’t want to leave Shoyou’s lips, but he took comfort in the fact that he could return. He moved to kiss the side of Shoyou’s mouth, his cheek, his jaw. Then he took his time.

He pressed his lips to Shoyou’s pulse point and sucked. Hard. He bit and licked at the skin. Sucking and kissing, leaving behind a deep purple bruise before moving along the column of the smaller boy's throat.

He fed off the sounds Shoyou released with every bite at his skin. His hands roamed under Shoyou’s t-shirt brushing at the skin just above the waistband of his shorts. This time the sound Shoyou let out was a whimper. “Kei-”

Kei moaned.

Shoyou pulled away. “My turn.” He pressed his lips to Kei’s with renewed fervor. Prying his lips opened to lick inside. He sucked on Kei’s tongue drawing another one of those beautiful moans out of him. He pushed his hands under Keis shirt finally feeling the warmth of his skin without the barrier of clothing between them. “Can i-” His breathing was heavy, “Off.” He sacrificed the warmth of the Kei’s skin to tug on the hem of his shirt.

Kei sat up off the wall to pull his shirt over his head as he spoke, “Only if you do too.”

Shoyou nodded, lifting his arms up and allowing Kei to lift his shirt above his head. The second he could, Shoyou surged forward, attaching his lips to his collarbones. He couldn’t resist all of this pale skin before him like a blank canvas ready to be painted.

Shoyou drank up every one of Kei’s sounds. He began to roll his hips into Keis, desperate for some friction where he needed it most.

Kei’s hips involuntarily bucked up. His fingers dug into the skin of Shoyou's back, feeling the corded muscle moving beneath as he dragged his hips over Kei’s. The room was filled with the sounds of their panting breaths, their clothes rubbing against each other, and their desperate moans.

Kei wanted more. So much more. He wanted to feel, and taste every inch of Shoyou. He wanted to now. And he wanted all of that so much more every time he felt shoyous hardness grind against his own. It felt so good. Just grinding through clothes shouldn’t feel so good. But it did. It felt so good that his head was beginning to feel so light.

Kei’s head tipped back when Shoyou’s tongue brushed over his nipple. He groaned loudly when he bit down. His grip tightened on Shoyou as his hips bucked up violently, only causing shoyou to grind down with more fervor.

Kei pulled Shoyou’s lips back to meet his, and was so lost in the pleasure that he almost didn’t notice when the door to the club room opened.

He looked towards the door, eyes heavy and lidded until he saw the figure in the doorway. He recognized who it was immediately. A tall figure with dark hair and wide blue eyes. Shoyou only lifted off of him when he heard the scream of disgust.

Shoyou turned around, not releasing his grip on Kei, to see Kageyama Tobio standing in the doorway no longer facing the boys on the floor of the club room.

Tobio groaned again, “What the FUCK!”

“Kageyama!” Shoyou leaped off of Kei, searching for his shirt to cover himself with, apparently more concerned with his nipples than his very apparent hard-on.

Kei just sighed and let his head fall back against the wall, too frustrated with the denial of his bliss to care that Tobio was standing there staring at him. A version of him that wasn’t sneering down at him, but on the floor looking absolutely fucked out and covered in hickeys.

“Him?!” Tobio shouted incredulously at Shoyou.

“Shut up Kageyama!” Shoyou shouted back at Tobio, thus was their dynamic.

“Get dressed!” And with that, Tobio turned and left the room.

Leaving the door open, of course.

#fanfic #haikyuu #grey and emma #tsukishima #kei #hinata #shoyou #hinata shouyou/tsukishima kei #making out #fluff #locked in #bored #m/m

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castle-dominion · 11 months

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c1x1 flowers for your grave

Apparently the petals were silk. Frame rate could use some help. Sexy murder tho.

I didn't realize Gina was introduced so early!

I feel bad for the normal detective from the initial pilot that they replaced in the series/extended pilot with ryan, probs be he looks cuter. Unless my man lived in NY whereas SD (KR) lived in LA.

I've watched the commentary version of this & wowie there is a lot that makes sense the second time around

Wow what a sexy pilot episode. HOLY CRAP WHERE IS RYAN'S CLOTHING I CAN SEE HIS ENTIRE TORSO /hyp.

LP: Even bought her flowers. Who says romance is dead? KB: I do. Every Saturday night.

Espt in the first episode talking abt just doing his work, getting paid, & going home. The first episode really is trying to set characters right off the bat even tho I feel like they didn't get their groove until e4 (which is why I'm watching these backwards).

Don't you guys read? Doesn't mean they specifically read Castle books.

Castle puppydog face uwu, also wow stubble man. Must be a huge rebound for NF after his last show. Martha & Alexis getting their characters set XD. lmao Gray-dar! She sounds so young! I love alexis! (But at least where I live it is legal for a guardian or a guardian's partner to give their kid alcohol in the safety of their own home.)

New york, LA, NY, LA

RC: When I was your age... (he stops himself) I can’t tell that story. It's wildly inappropriate. Which, oddly, is my point. Don’t you want to have wildly inappropriate stories that you can’t tell your children?

CASTLE Just once, I’d like someone to come up to me and say something new. BECKETT (O.S.) Mr. Castle? [Castle turns around and pulls out a pen.] CASTLE Where would you like it? [Beckett approaches and holds up her badge.] BECKETT Detective Kate Beckett. NYPD. We need to ask you a few questions about a murder that took place earlier tonight. [Alexis takes the pen while she hangs around his shoulder.] ALEXIS That’s new. (https://scriptline.livejournal.com/16926.html)

Again, the intro is so much bigger than it is in the future.

Says here that you stole a police horse? And you were nude at the time?

Castle is kinda gross sometimes. I am glad I saw him in later seasons bc now seeing the start I know I would Hate Him. I kind of do. Beckett is so strong & castle is such a boy.

Ooh music. I noticed good music earlier too.

RC: C’est apres minuit dans un school night. Don’t you turn into a pumpkin or something? Wow language alexis!

the physicality is so cute & sweet.

[Beckett comes in carrying a box full of Richard Castle books.] RYAN o.o ... What are those? BECKETT Castle's greatest hits. You're going to familiarize yourselves with all of his murder scenes so we don't miss any. ESPOSITO Got any on tape? (laughs) A point for the espt adhd hc, not as strong as my adhd ryan hc. But hey castle does readings, I'm sure he could record one of those... he's a famous author he surely has audiobooks, tho I always like it when the author narrates their own book.

KR: "From the library of Katherine Beckett." KB: Do you have a problem with reading Ryan? didn't u already use this like JE: Yo, check it, girl. You're totally a fan! KB: Right. Of the genre. Girl u'r a homicide detective u rly want to read more crime after work? KR: Right. The-the genre. That's why you're blushing. KB: What are you, twelve? & then actually she gets ryan into these books which I think was a great touch even tho it is never explicitly spoken about. Ryan looks somewhat normal today, not like a weird college student. It def seems like ryan is not just the new guy on the show but espt also looks closer to beckett & ryan seems like the new guy here, even tho as confirmed somewhere in s2 they had already been partners for three years or smth.

Rly weird to see the two precinct sets. Are they canonically considered the same location & we are supposed to suspend our disbelief?

Nope : )

Castle sherlock holmsing here & then gets too close to home. & beckett's face just falling ever so slowly, I love it. That was good.

Maybe the guy was just a fanartist.

Man the livejournal transcript has some info but sadly the captions have more & I just can't hear it that well. Castle is chatting with espt at his desk & I can't tell who is saying what, esp when that fellow walks across the screen, covering their lips. I think it went smth like this: (conversation happening before the scene switches) (RC probably asks smth like: so have you ever shot anybody?) (JE: ...) Shot anybody? RC: Did you ever shoot anyone? JE: Yeah KB: *interrupts with stuff abt the case* Like bro idk how that convo actually went but typically u don't ask someone if they ever shot anyone. idk if it was cop talk or if castle just learned this man is ex-military or what. I also just enjoy learning abt the characters & I wouldn't mind having seen more convo.

Big cheese...? Also ew there are like.. protocols. JE: Man’s got the Mayor on speed dial. The rich really are different. KB: You want him? He’s yours. (that's gay) JE: A control freak like you with something you can’t control? No, no. That’s going to be more fun than Shark Week. These two with their banter. Love it.

Bro you DO come to a complete stop & do proper taxes. you might do a rolling stop at a stop sign or pay for parsley instead of cilantro.

Lanie is a fan <3 *extending hand* Lanie Parish. Medical Examiner. I love your books. Y’know, you have a real gift with the details of death.

Then u don't know me very well.

Why is she wearing a vest but not rysposito?

NY, LA, NY, LA, I def recommend watching the commentary version. Man got a shrine.

Ew ableism. You are really frightening the fellow there. My brother had to (verbally) kick a nurse's ass when she kept touching a patient without consent. He's a "lowly porter" tho so yk how things go. Nurse was too obsessed with doing what SHE thought was right (soothingly touching the patient) instead of respecting the patient's boundaries & explaining what was going on.

KB: This isn’t one of your books, Castle. Out here, we find a guy standing over a body with a gun, he’s usually the guy who did it. Not foreshadowing...

Love the writer poker. Presents it like he's writing a story.

She just runs after him all angry. He becomes sweet. He WAS sweet. Even though he used the opportunity. The music <3

I like how apples is a reoccuring word.

Martha <3 "I've had LOTS of father figures" lmao

Still, espt is the one talking with beckett.

I love how rick & alexis are chatting & then Martha is just there. MR: That makes about as much sense as Mouse Trap. I did that play eight times a week for a year. I still have no idea what it's about.

I love how the show still managed to have beckett & castle finishing each other's sentences even tho they r not even in the same room.

AC: by a lot MR: Mine too

I love seeing the scenes that they used in the intro for s1. I don't think s4 has an intro tho & I kind of miss it.

RC: This is not what it looks like. This-- I-- Okay, this is exactly what it looks like. But I can explain.

I suddenly remember how this ends. Oof poor guy, children was such a habit & now he has to say child.

Want a hot dog? I want a hot dog. (Beckett grabs his nose) Ow apples apples apples! He couldn't have lost weight to look sick thin becks. Maybe he WAS workout thin & then he's all depressed bc his daughter was just murdered & now he LOOKS sick thin, but that's a stretch.

Good on her for this lie/train of thought. Does he KNOW when all three were murdered? I mean they were probs in the paper, that's how he "found out" her case kid "killed" her.

Why did he specifically fly out on those days? I think being out of town /specifically/ those days is sus.

RC: Oh Markway! Tell him I say hello.

I love the way that castle talks versus beckett. Lol writing on castle's back

Boy just puts it in the shredder like that?

Yay the non-ryan cop & the scaffolding, now it looks like a city. Beckett talking to him like a toddler. She just cuffed him XD. You know, I'm glad I have a cuff key. You're actually more likely to be accidentally cuffed in some sort of sex cult than accidentally cuffed by a cop. I also have an elevator key which is useful. Too bad I actually lost my keyring. Rick is so cool & sexy & valid. Why would he take off his shoe tho? The audio commentary: "I have never seen toes that small on a man over six foot." The poor filming, they had to clean up the paper every time. & make sure they were no rocks or needles for poor NF (RC).

tbh I understand this guy. Sibling is the pretty one, the loved one, the smart one. That WAS cool castle! Even the weird little sound effect.

I forgot that castle know guns, at least a bit. Probs research for his prev books. I'm remembering that episode, probably 5-8 somewhere, when beckett taught him to shoot a gun but he already knew & then won a bet. Ye. He knew the safety was on too.

Hoowee she is so self confident & hot.

nice skull lamp

tough BUT savvy?

Little eyebrow cock at the end. The start of everything!

#castle 1x1 #castle 1x1 quote #castle 1x1 spoilers #castle s1 spoilers

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streetlightdiaries · 1 year

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A note from the author:

Streetlight Diaries is not flawlessly designed. It is, after all, a real diary. Its words are often snap reactions to bold feelings; paragraphs I wrote in the moment that got a light edit before being transferred onto the page. Fall Out Boy once projected, “I hope you sing along and you steal a line,” and I suppose that lyric is my mission statement, although I will admit that it’s not the best system for readers who are after more than a pretty phrase, or readers who think this might be written about them. But after early years of cringey confessions, we like a bit of mystery on this page. If you think I like the idea of you reading my thoughts, believe that the idea of you second guessing their meaning sets me on fire. However, I do want to reach you. So let’s practice, and pick one apart together:

Skanking in the spare bedroom -- I did that.

When I was younger, I thought the line sung, “This fucker has been playing since the day you’ve been with him,” and I felt that. This opening line is a reference to the circumstances surrounding the last time I was in the position of feeling this way for you. Oof, coming out swinging. I miss the veil of mystery already. Figure out what the line means, figure out when we were in that circumstance.

I do this thing where I think ahead, get myself ready for what could be coming. “This time next week,” I’ll say, “They’ll be gone. I will have seen them one last time, and I will have made it count.” I do this thing where I practice getting my heart broken so that if history repeats itself, I won’t be quite as crushed. See the post “More than you notice I wrote this for you,” for further explanation. It’s the next one down--yeah, I had a lot to say . . .

A long-since buried love has been zombified just long enough to trigger a playlist. I am not talking about some high school crush, you incredible dork. October 16, 2008: hey listen--I can’t promise you that I’m going to forget about you, but I’m going to pretend that I have so you can have space and we can still hang out.

And in case somebody besides cr is reading this, here’s how things have gone down up until now:

• “Barbed Wire”

• “All Downhill from Here”

• “My Friends Over You”

• “Trainwreck"

• “Stay (I Missed You)”

• “Hit or Miss”

“Previously on Streetlight Diaries…” I’m using the themes of the songs to represent the general phases of my well-recorded tragedy in an effort to catch readers up on the storyline. A pop punk Spark Notes, if you will. Listen to the songs, guess my eras—“this is when she went to Patent Pending!”—it’s fun.

Now (or, again) (repetitions are always hints, look back to previous posts. I link my posts together, so if this one is about you then the one I’m repeating must be as well), I sit alone on the floor of my apartment (his ghost against my neck). For a series of reasons, I can’t be the one to call him (we were supposed to be phone friends, but I’m so afraid), so as New Found Glory slips through the wires, I secretly hope it will trip some cosmic line that connects him to me (it worked too). I’m not really sure how else to proceed (October 16, 2008: I feel all of that, plus the fear that I’m not supposed to feel it). I am often reminded to trust those more mature, wiser, and even older than me (it’s not a phase, mom!), but I think—if anyone knows what to do, it’s her:

At 17, I walked up and kissed him before we’d been introduced (my first love). At 20, I skipped classes to stand around a playground with him (Arnold Palmer and a Pack of 27s) and 2 years later, went and saw for myself (skip surgery, go on tour!). At 27, I listened to the overwhelming need to stay close (Sea Cliff), and last year, I followed my feet back home (Will you be around?). These previous versions of me were absolute disasters, but their reasoning (or, lack there of) led me here. If there’s anyone I need to trust, it’s her. (I’m decidedly taking cues from the younger versions of myself; they were pretty bold, huh?) “I told you I’d call,” he says (The last song of 2022).

Lovers lie. We change (Nostalgia is fun, but I want more. I don’t care what happened, show me what’s next). The butterflies in my stomach are nauseous to theirs. (How exciting is it, to be nervous to see someone again? I’ve had so many chances, turn my back and I ran away. Have I waited too long? We’ll see. Back to the Island I go. Spoiler: my grand return went nothing like I planned, hence backtracking to better explain myself before continuing forward.

“Hit or Miss” New Found Glory. The song is a clue, the title is a clue, the way I sign off is a clue. They are ephemeral addictions that I’m using to wrap around my lower back.

I realize there are post far more confounding than this. I also realize that I left clues inside of my explanations. But you know me, you know this diary. “The girl made me trust myself, man.” Copy and paste into Google, follow the yarn lines, figure it out! Any clarifications you need, please ask.

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dinhxpressions · 2 years

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Annabel Marshall

1. Name, Year, Major Annabel Marshall (Nathan & Joey, if you spell my name wrong I will come to your house and let Michael host an onion-cutting CLW there), 2nd year, Psychology

2. If you could eat a meal for the rest of your life, what would it be and why? Mashed potatoes contain all the nutrients you need to survive according to a tweet I saw in 2017. Also, I like poke.

3. What do you think is the NUMBER ONE most important thing in a relationship or friendship? Genuinely enjoying another’s presence and feeling as though you are gaining something, whether it be comfort, knowledge, or entertainment, from being around them. If you don’t like being with someone, I can’t see how you could have an authentic or lasting relationship/friendship.

4. What is the best advice someone has given to you? Describe the situation if possible. One of my coaches growing up used to say, “Safety third.” Implicitly, he was advising me to question authority. Plus, one time he taped a knife to someone’s foot, which was exciting.

5. What are three things on your bucket list? Live for an extended period of time in Europe and be closer to my family there. Read the entire anthology of Kurt Vonnegut. Be excommunicated, preferably by the Pope himself.

6. If you were famous, what would you want to be famous for? I should like to be famous as an anti-social author and or artist whose work becomes so rapidly successful that they become a hermit for the remainder of their days, à la J.D. Salinger or Neutral Milk Hotel’s Jeff Mangum. I shall let the countryside become my muse and invest my passions into the growing of heirloom radishes or something equally pretentious. However, Eddie Su says I’m already famous, so maybe no radishes.

7. If you could swap lives with someone for a day, who would it be and why? God. Say goodbye to mosquitos, Montana, and quantum physics.

8. If you could create a whole new subject to be taught in school, what would it be? Knot-tying. I’ve seen the way y’all tie your paddles. There’s a better way.

9. What do people constantly misunderstand about you? I am not an English major. If I correct your grammar, it is an involuntary reflex from being raised by two teachers. Please tell me to stop.

10. What is something you regret doing or not doing? Would you change it if given the opportunity? Why or why not? Hi, guys. It’s taken me a long time to write this, mostly because it is a 250-word minimum and that is so many words. Way more words than I thought it would be, honestly. I want to take this opportunity to say publicly that I deeply regret not turning in this Xpressions on time. I am deeply sorry to Dinh term Recording Secretaries, whoever they may be, as well as my friends and my family. It was never my intention to hurt anyone. I have made mistakes in the past of which I am not proud, including not checking my email for like a week. This is not an excuse, just an explanation. It’s important to me that my many supporters know what is going on. I don’t want to be forgiven, I just want to better myself. I have learned from my mistakes and am eager to grow as a person. For example, I checked my email today. It was hard, but I believe in being brave. I hope I inspire others. If even just one person checks their email because of me, I feel I will have repaid my debt to society. Perhaps I should even be applauded. Who’s to say? I am truly sorry if you were offended or physically injured due to my oversight. Thank you to my fans for your continued support. I know I have great, great influence and I am striving to hold myself accountable. I believe in love. I believe in people. Like and subscribe.

#STDs #excomm

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