#I was holding onto my glasses for life I canโt see anything without them but thank god for a good normal and respectful crowd๐ซ๐ซ๐ซ๐ซ๐ซ
My first mosh pit was at a rico concert wow I love my life
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Masked in Amity
CW: Sam doesn't come off great in this, but not Sam bashing. She just has a lot of growing up to do still and knee jerk reacts badly. (I also don't want to listen to any Sam bashing please and ty.)
Samโs room still looked the same as always. Danny supposed thatโs what happened when someone moved out for college but still came home againโ especially to a home like Samโs. There were only a few posters, a few photos, and a knickknack or two that had changed between high school and now. Danny sat on the edge of the bed like always.
โSo howโs school doing?โ Danny asked into the awkward silence. Silences never used to be awkward between them, or was that just looking back with rose colored glasses?
โUgh,โ Sam gripped and flopped back onto her bed next to Danny. โWhy would you even ask me that? You know I hate it.โ
โBecause itโs what youโre doing right now? Itโs a huge part of your life, you canโt justโฆ avoid it.โ
โWatch me,โ Sam said, bitterly. Her snarled lips looked weird without the dark purple lipstick. โIโm going to get my stupid law degree my parents are paying for and work at some stupid corporate firm Dad has connections at and when my trust fund has made enough in interest Iโm going to quite and go open a non-profit and sue all those fuckers I was forced to work for over how theyโve fucked up the environment.โ
โOkay,โ Danny said. He didnโt want to argue about this. He just hoped this plan worked better than the last three Sam had had before her privilege knocked her down a peg.
โCan I ask about, I donโt know, your time in Chicago at least?โ
โChicago is amazing,โ Sam said, wistfully. โBeing in Chicago, I mean, Iโm sure you know how it is, it really makes it clear how backwater Amity Park is. The things people worry about here are so small compared to whatโs out there!โ
Danny just hummed in response. He didnโt exactly know what to say to that. It didnโt feel completely wrong, but it wasnโt right either. Worries werenโt a competition like that.
โAnd the bands!โ Sam continued, thankfully changing the topic. โI have got to see so many amazing bands. The local scene alone is amazing and no one knows about them so you can be right up close and a lot of times even talk to the band after. You should come for a show sometime.โ
โI can try to,โ Danny said. Samโs music wasnโt usually his thing, but something like that might be fun. It would be different at least. Danny gave her a little smile. โMaybe Tucker could make it out too.โ
Sam rolled her eyes. โYou know he wonโt. When was the last time you talked to him not on the computer or the phone? Heโs only here at Christmas when you arenโt.โ
โYou know how I feel about Christmas, Sam,โ Danny said, holding back a sigh. Sure Tucker had been busy lately and that had made him more distant, but he was still one of their trio. โAnd if we plan something then Tucker can schedule for it. Donโt count him out just because heโs busy.โ
โAlright, fine, we can plan something for a bigger show with Tucker,โ Sam agreed, โbut you still need to come out to something local. Theyโre really better anyways. Weโll go out to eat first and hit up a bar or three after. I know some really great placesโ places like youโve never seen.โ
Sam reached up and wrapped her hands around Dannyโs neck, pulling him down a little. โIt can be a date.โ
Something in Danny balked at that. It was an innocent enough comment. Sam and him had dated and then not and then dated again or just had fun together. Theyโd known each other so long that it was easy to just ebb and flow out of the different levels of a relationship like that.
This time, though, Danny found himself resisting the tide. โOr we can just hang out.โ
The almost dreamy smile Sam had crumpled into a frown. โWhat? I mean, sure, it can, but why? Are you seeing someone?โ
โYes? No? I mean, Iโve beenโฆ sleeping with someone, but weโre not dating or anything.โ
โThatโs okay,โ Sam said easily. โIโm not going to make you be exclusive. I donโt want to be either right now; weโre not around each other enough for that and You know that Iโve been sleeping with my roommate sometimes and Iโve met a cute person in study group now too with amazing fingers.โ
โNo, I know, justโฆโ Danny gave a frustrated noise. Nightwing and him werenโt even close to being exclusive. Someone like Nightwing could have anyone they wanted and with how much he liked sex, Danny was pretty sure Nightwing did have whoever he wanted. Danny was justโฆ convenient for the hero side and Danny didnโt begrudge the other that. It was convenient for Danny too. It was justโฆ
Danny didnโt want to keep living the same cycle with Sam where he was her world for a few weeks or months and then just back to an occasional phone call. He didnโt want to keep being pulled back to Amity Park. Maybe meeting her in Chicago would be different enough, but Sam was still so tied to Amity and always would be by her parentโs money.
โMaybe we shouldnโt do this again,โ Danny said slowly, feeling the words out as he said them. โMaybe itโs time just to leave us dating in the past?โ
Sam dropped her hands and sat up. โExcuse me?โ
Danny rubbed at the back of his neck. โJust, weโve tried being together in a lot of different ways and we always end up in the same place.โ
โSo you want to leave me in the past?โ
โNo!โ Danny said quickly, trying to get ahead of this before Sam spiraled too badly from making assumptions. โIโd love to come to Chicago and see a band with you! Justโฆ not as a date.โ
โBecause you want to leave that in the past,โ Sam snapped and got up off the bed.
Danny scrambled off also.
โThatโs not a bad thing. I enjoyed it and I know you did too. Just more, okay, maybe that wasnโt the best phrase? I mean maybe we shouldnโt go down that road again when we know where itโs going to end.โ
Sam crossed her arms. That was never a good sign. โRight, because Iโm always going to be a dead end, is that it? Not like you whoโs off playing hero with the big names?โ
โWhat? What does me being a Titan have to do with this?โ
โDonโt play dumb, Danny, we both know youโre not. You left to go be a famous hero and hardly looked back at Amity Park or me or Tucker or your parents. What if the town needed you?โ
Danny threw his hands up in the air. โWhy would they need me? I destroyed the portal, came to an agreement with Vlad, made sure my parents couldnโt build another working oneโ it fixed everything!โ
โAnd then left.โ
โSo I could help other people!โ
โSure it wasnโt so that you could be famous?โ
Danny closed his mouth with a clack.
Sam winced at her own words. โDannyโฆโ
โNo.โ Danny backed up a few steps from her. โNo. You donโt get toโ you of all people donโt get to come at me like that! I never wanted to be a hero, Sam! Youโre the one who said I needed to protect Amity and you were right, sure, but itโs never what I wanted! You wanted it!โ
โDanny, noโโ Sam reached out for him and Danny stepped back again, hitting the wall.
โYes you did, Sam! You did or I never would have had to die a second time after your wish! I lost everything again! I donโt have a future like you and Tucker, I just have being a hero. I just have being dead.โ
โCome on Danny,โ Sam tried. She moved close again, slowly, like Danny was some sort of feral animal.
Maybe he really was just a caged beast.
โIโm justโ I better go. Iโm just going to go,โ Danny said. In a flash of light he was back to being Phantom. He let himself tip back and phase through the wall.
As he left Amity Park behind, he couldnโt help but think it really said something that he was far more comfortable being Phantom these day than Danny.
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AN: Here's yous all voted on treat for the day! This comes before Danny showing up at Dick's door, quite upset.
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So Long | Quinn Hughes
summary: after years of no contact you finally reach out to Quinn, but in the way heโd least expect.
request: yes/no
warnings: swearing, mentions of death.
word count: 2.03k
authors note: so Iโve never written anything like this before. But it felt interesting and I rolled with it. Going through that โI donโt know if I like what I writeโ phase again so just bare with me for the next few days.
You were meant to be the girl where things didnโt work out.
Quinn met you during the summer of 2015. You were both still in high school and your family had just made the move from Tennessee to Michigan, where your father purchased the new lake house.
Quickly you two became as thick as thieves constantly at each others side. That was how your summers were when you two built onto your friendship constantly growing closer than you ever thought possible.
So it was no surprise when you both landed up at the university of Michigan where you were quickly asked to be Quinnโs girlfriend.
The whole Hughes family adored you much like how your family adored him.
You were in the car arguing about how Quinn intended on moving to Vancouver to join his new team, the Canucks โdonโt you love me anymore?โ Quinn felt his throat grow raw as the argument seemed to ensue.
Tears ran down your face as your heart broke at the question โof course I love you baby,โ you reached out to grab his hand as you wanted to feel some kind of comfort from all of this but he instead decided to pull away.
Quinn stared out of the window watching the raindrops dance on the glass seeming unaware of what was going on inside of the car โthen why are you breaking up with me?โ His question rang through your ears.
There were many reasons that came to your mind, you were mainly trying to protect him as you hoped that he would hate you after this all. But instead you couldnโt reveal the truth โwe just arenโt meant to be together.โ In the logical part of your brain you knew that it was true, but your heart wanted to erase this conversation from your brain forever.
Your comment only hurt him more โyou canโt mean that.โ You were the first girl that Quinn opened his heart up to entirely, it was all in the palm of your hand and that terrified the eldest Hughes boy.
Quinn couldnโt even look you in the eye as he heard your sobs over the hum of the engine โI want you to be happy-โ you made it sound like he needed more than you โI am happy goddammit!โ Quinn yelled turning around as he flung his arms in frustration.
It made you choke on your tears as you shook your head โI need you to be happy without me.โ It was tough for you to admit but some sense of comfort was going to be brought to you if you knew that Quinn had moved on.
It had been years since that moment in the car. Quinn tried to move on from you, but your abrupt exit from his life left the hockey player wondering how this is his fault.
Despite Ellen and Jimโs efforts to tell Quinn that you leaving was a choice that you made, it seemed to always fall on deaf ears.
So when your moms car pulled up to the Hughes lake house, it was safe to say that the whole family was taken by surprise when only your mom seemed to leave it.
She looked tired as her cheeks seemed tear stained and she carried a stack of letters that represented the way she felt carrying the world on her shoulders.
Ellen was quick to open the door trying to urge your mom inside for a coffee so they could catch up โI canโt stay.โ Your mom sighed shaking her head.
Her hand seemed to shake as she held out five letters โI came to drop these off.โ She explained holding them out for Ellen to grab.
It was clear that the blonde was confused but she still listened โsend your family my best okay?โ Ellenโs voice was soft as she could tell that something was up.
All your mom could do was nod before she made her way back to the car trying to avoid being in tears as she knew you would have hated seeing her cry.
Quinn was quick to run to his mom to see what happened โwhat did she want?โ He enquired trying to figure out what was going on.
Whilst Ellen tried to piece the bits of information together she shrugged โI donโt actually know.โ She mumbled realising that each of the letters were addressed to someone in the family: Ellen, Jim, Lukey, Big Shot, Love.
Ellen held out the final one to Quinn โI think that this one is for you.โ She sent her son a comforting smile as the boy grabbed it from her hand.
His finger ran over the name inked out in black pen. You were the only one who called him that and it was in your writing, a style he would recognise from anywhere.
Quinn knew you didnโt like letters, they were weird and you always seemed to thing they were meant to tell some sad sob story. So it made him nervous that you had written one.
Ellen watched as Quinn shook his head โI donโt want to read it.โ It had been all these years since you two last spoke, so why were you reaching out like this.
Surely if you wanted to talk you would have driven up to the house yourself โjust give her a chance.โ Ellen urged him as something in her gut told her that this was serious.
Rolling his eyes Quinn figured heโd listen to his mom โfine but donโt be surprised when I come back and tell you that itโs stupid.โ Given his knowledge of your dislike for letters, Quinn hoped that he would find some kind of comfort there.
It was warm as the sun shone on the water โwhat are you thinking about?โ Quinn asked as your feet danced in the water beneath the dock.
You smiled as you looked up at him โI always feel close to you when Iโm by the water.โ You confessed seeing his cheeks turn pink.
Quinn rubbed his elbow against yours โyou make it sound like the water is our place.โ Quinn couldnโt help but laugh at his comment before he went silent seeing that you looked like a lightbulb had gone off above his head.
It made you smile when you thought about it โwhen you miss me visit the water, and I promise Iโll be there too.โ You proposed sticking your pinky finger out to him โyou know what? Okay.โ Quinn shrugged licking his finger with yours as he smiled.
๐ป๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐พ๐๐,
๐ผ๐ป ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐น๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐
๐๐๐ท๐ถ๐ท๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐ถ๐น๐ ๐พ๐. ๐ ๐๐๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐
๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ป๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐น๐พ๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐๐น ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐ถ.
Quinn felt his heart drop as he read out the first line โwhat?โ He asked feeling emotions all come flooding into his brain as he thought back to that summer. How on earth could he have not picked up that the love of his life was sick?
๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐ท๐ถ๐ท๐๐ ๐๐๐๐น๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐
๐
๐๐๐๐น ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐น๐พ๐น๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ธ๐. ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐ผ ๐ธ๐ถ๐โ๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐, ๐ผ ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐ธ๐๐๐น ๐๐๐ ๐ถ ๐ธ๐๐ถ๐ธ๐. ๐ผ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ท๐๐น๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐ธ๐๐น, ๐๐ ๐
๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐น ๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ถ๐. ๐ต๐๐ ๐ท๐ถ๐ธ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ฏ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ผ ๐ท๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐ ๐ท๐๐ธ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐๐
๐๐น ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐น ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐ท๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐ผโ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐๐ธ๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐ฉ๐๐๐ถ (๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐น ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.) ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐น ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐ป๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐น๐พ๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ผ ๐ธ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ป๐ถ๐ธ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐น๐พ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐๐น ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐
๐๐น. ๐ต๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐น๐พ๐น๐โ๐ ๐พ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ๐ถ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ป ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐. ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐น ๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ป ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ป๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐.
Quinn felt a tear roll down his cheek before it dropped to land on the letter. The hockey player still loved you, and it brought him some comfort that your time with him left just as big of an impact on your life as it did his.
๐ผ๐ป ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ท๐๐ธ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐ผโ๐ ๐๐ธ๐ถ๐๐. ๐๐๐น ๐พ๐ป ๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐๐โ๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐ถ๐น๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐, ๐ผโ๐ ๐น๐๐ถ๐น. ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐ฝ, ๐ผ ๐ป๐พ๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ผโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐.
As unintentional as it was, Quinn couldn't help it when a laugh left his lips mainly when he read that last line. You could have told him anything, literally, this was your letter as you got to say your final goodbye. And here you were telling him you won at something that was never meant to be a competition.
๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ผ ๐ถ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐น ๐
๐๐๐๐น ๐๐ป ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐ป๐, ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐ผโ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐๐น ๐พ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐น๐ ๐ผ ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐๐ถ๐๐ธ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ท๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐
๐๐ถ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐น๐ถ๐.
Not even two days ago had Quinn gotten the call, that day when he became captain, was the present. And it seemed to hurt him that two realities he never put together, he never wanted to put those two together. Where you were dead and he was captain.
๐ต๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ต๐๐ธ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐
๐
๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐ถ๐น ๐
๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐๐๐น ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐น๐๐๐ถ๐๐น๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐
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๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐.
๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐๐น ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐, ๐ท๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ถ๐พ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐น ๐ถ ๐๐๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ธ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ผโ๐ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐น, ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐น ๐พ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ถ๐ท. ๐ด๐๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ถ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ป ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐ผโ๐ ๐๐๐๐.
Quinn didn't like the idea of moving on before, but now he definitely hated it. How was he meant to be okay moving on when there was an alternate universe where you never got sick and he was still with you "'s not fair." Quinn grumbled to himself shaking his head as he clearly disagreed with what you were trying to tell him.
๐ด๐๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐ธ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐พ๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐ถ ๐ป๐๐ ๐น๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ท๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ถ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ด๐๐ ๐๐๐๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ท๐ ๐ถ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ป ๐๐๐โ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐น.
๐๐ ๐ป๐พ๐๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐น๐ ๐๐๐ ๐
๐๐ถ๐ธ๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ต๐๐ ๐ท๐๐ธ๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐ธ๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐น ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐
๐๐๐, ๐ถ๐๐น ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐น ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐ฝ๐พ๐๐น๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐น ๐๐ป ๐๐๐๐ป๐ป ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐ ๐ถ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐น๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ฝ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐น๐.
You always wanted to be a mother, it was something you dreamed about doing as you grew up. Quinn wanted to be a father as well and that caused you two to very quickly realize in this essence that your futures were more than likely connected to each other.
๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ท๐๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ธ๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐ถ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐พ๐๐พ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐น ๐ผ ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐ท๐ ๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐
๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐
๐๐๐๐น,
๐/๐ ๐
Quinn didnโt know how to feel as he reread your letter trying to make sure that he had not missed anything that you had written. Tears rolled down his cheeks as his hands shook so hard he let go of your letter โshit!โ Quinn realised what he had done as he reached out to grab the letter that was brought down to the lake by the wind. There was nothing left for him to do besides for just to stare at the letter as it absorbed water letting the paper get wet, much like his cheeks.
The battle between the water and the paper finally seemed to end as the letter paper began to rip.
As sobs left his lips he rocked his body back and fourth coming to terms with something he never thought he would have to worry about.
You were officially gone.
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Feysand x closeted!reader: Drunken Mistakes[*]
A/N: I am committed to writing a Part 2 to this where dark!Feysand come onto reader once sheโs sober (Part 3)
Warnings: smut, pussy eating, spitting, kind of exhibitionism, kind of threesome fmf, edging?, not proofread
โIsnโt it pretty?โ
You laugh drunkenly as Feyre crawls across the bed to peer down your shirt as you show her your bra. โI saw it while shopping and thought it looked greatโโ You hiccup, flushing as she gets a full view of your breasts, โโand it was a matching set, so I thought Iโd get something nice for myself, for one in my life!โ
The door to her bedroom opens, and Rhys enters with a tray. When he sets it on the bedside table, you see it holds a glass of water, some buttered toast, and a pill. โLet me get a better look, I canโt see it with your top on,โ Feyre argues, hands already greedily dropping to its hem, pushing it up over your chest. She takes in the blue-grey fabric, violet lace decorating itโs edges.
โAnd it offers super good support, too,โ you slur, eyes squinting at Rhys as you try to figure out why heโs here. โFeyre, darling,โ he calls, and her attentions drags away from you, making your shoulders slump. Itโs not as if you need her attention, butโฆyou just feel prettier when sheโs looking at you. Like youโre worth her time.
โShe needs to eat.โ His eyes slide to you, while you stare at Feyre with unconcealed adoration. He nods to you, โsheโs giving you an opportunity.โ Feyreโs eyes return to yours and you flush, having been caught staringโoff in your own world. Her eyes flick back to Rhysโs and she looks unsure.
Your body feels cold without her attention.
โSheโs drunk, Rhys,โ Feyre returns, worrying her lower lip. He shrugs, as if itโs of no matter, but the stiffness betrays him. โDrunk words and sober thoughts and all that.โ He turns to you, โisnโt that right, little lynx?โ
Your attention drags to him, โsorry, what?โ
He laughs, and the sound drags down your spine, making you shiver. His sparkling eyes flick back to his mate, โsee?โ She bites her lip, looking at you, and you wish she were putting her teeth in your own instead. โShe wonโt remember a thing in the morning.โ The High Lord settles on the bed, beside you, the mattress dipping. โAlcohol be damned, weโre daemati. This whole night will be a blur if you wish it.โ He cups her cheeks, looking at her with nothing but love, and you feel the need to look away. Like youโre seeing something private. โWe can have our fun, and sheโll be fine, none the wiser.โ
Rhysand turns to you, hands leaving Feyreโs cheeks as his hungry violet gaze meets yours, โisnโt that right, little lynx?โ You tilt your head as you look at him, โwhat are you talking about?โ A smirk tips his hellish mouth, before heโs leaning forward, enveloping your lips with his own. You squeak, startled as you freeze, not knowing what to do. โRhys!โ Feyre scolds, but he keeps his soft mouth over yours.
He pulls away before you have a chance to figure anything out, hand cupping your jaw as you subconsciously lean into his warmth. โDid you like that, hm?โ He asks, and you blink. Then dip your head. Because you did like it, and you donโt want to lie to him. You canโt lie to him. To either of them.
You blink, and your top has been removed, leaving you in your bra and skirt. โWhat about that?โ Rhys asks, a playful lilt to his voice, and his lips are more flushed than before. You feel hotter, and more out of breath than seconds ago. โWhat about what?โ He exchanges glances with his mate, and her hungry eyes settle on you.
Sheโs taken back to her years in the forest, when she was the huntress in those snowy woods, and remembers the beautiful doe sheโd seen on that fateful day.
โYouโฆsaid youโd bought a matching setโฆโ She swallows, watching you nervously, โโฆare you wearing it now?โ Rhys smirks at his mate, an appreciative gleam in his eyes as he takes in his cunning High Lady. You nod giddily, smiling drunkenly, and sheโs not sure she can work up the courage to ask. What if you say no? Or she scares you off? Or what ifโ
โWould you like me to show you?โ
Her head goes quiet, but youโre already lying down, lifting your hips to shimmy out of your skirt. You move to your hands and knees, crawling toward her so she can clearly see the pretty underwear. Rhysand swears under his breath, watching with lustful fascination as you bare your pretty hips, clad in thin blue-grey fabric with the light, deep blue lace neatly edging the hemโso blue itโs violet.
Feyreโs breath catches as you look down at yourself obliviously, fingers playing with the band of the material, tugging lightly at the lace. โIt looked so pretty, and the lace reminded me ofโโฆ I mean, I liked their colourโโ
โFinish that sentence.โ Rhysโ voice cuts through your own, strained and demanding and you flinch. You force a laugh, settling down on your knees as you turn to him, Feyre still speechless. โThe colour. The bluey-grey goes nicely with the violetโโ
โNoโฆโ he tuts, hand lightly gripping your jaw as he tilts you to look at him. โWhat does it remind you of, huh?โ
Your breath catches as he looks at you with those eyes.
You feel utterly bare.
You swallow, โIโโฆโ
โIโll know if you lie to me.โ Your cheeks flush with heat and you try to force it downโto no avail. โIโโฆuh.โ Your eyes skim to Feyre, who in turn is staring at you ravenously. Her eyes flick to yours and you nearly reel back at the hunger. The starving hunger in the depth of her gaze. โYour eyes,โ you mumble, stammering the words out, โthey reminded me of your eyes, High Lord.โ
Rhys has to bite back a beastly snarl at the confession, needing to put his teeth in your skin, taste you, have you coming on his tongueโ
โYou like the feeling of our eyes on you?โ Feyre asks, and you shift uncomfortably, raising your knees to cover your body as you lean back on your hands. โWhen you put it like thatโฆโ
She follows, shifting onto her hands and knees as she crawls after you, slowly cornering you at the other end of the bed. Rhys swears he gets hard from just watching the hunt. His huntress. Those years left their mark on her, and the scars are showing. โYou liked the feeling of having us covering your most intimate parts? Hidden beneath those pretty clothes?โ Your thighs squeeze together at her words, shaking your head.
โItโs not like thatโฆI justโโ
โDonโt.โ She commands, barely a whisper as you reach the headboard, back pressing flush to the cushioned panel. Your lips seal at her order, following obediently. โDo you want to see mine?โ She stops when sheโs between your legs, hands pressing behind you.
You swallow, eyes flicking away. โDonโt youโโฆ Wouldnโt that be inappropriate?โ She gives you a curious look. โYouโre my High Lady. AndโฆRhys is my High Lord. And youโre mates.โ Her lips quirk at the edges, โwhatโs a small peek between girl friends, right?โ Her hands settle to the tops of your thighs, fingers dancing along your skin, cresting your curved knees. โYouโre always saying Iโm the closest friend you haveโฆ Besides, youโre already only in your underwear, wouldnโt you feel more comfortable if I was too?โ
Her grin turns vulpine, โor do you like the idea of commanding Rhysโ attention?โ
Traitorous heat flushes your cheeks. You donโt want to tell them the truth, you love having their eyes on you, love it when they care for you, and talk to you, and touch youโ โdo youโโฆdo you want me to help you? Undo your dress?โ You divert, and Feyreโs eyes spark.
She feels the imploring pressure of Rhysโ gaze upon her, encouraging her to take the opening youโre obliviously giving her. She wonโt waste it.
The High Lady shifts on the bed, sweeping her hair over a shoulder, baring the ties of her dress to you. โBe my guest.โ
Sheโs set on her knees, back to you. Your eyes traitorously flick to Rhysandโs, as if he might stop you from touching his mate so intimately, but his eyes are hungry, watching like a predator. He nods his head, and your fingers lift to her dress, pulling the ties free.
Then sheโs allowing the gown to flow off her shoulders, crawling out of the constraining material as she kicks it away. Feyre turns to face you, revelling in the way your cheeks heat. โWhat do you think, birdie?โ
โIโโฆuh, itโs nice. Very nice. Suits youโฆwell.โ Itโs all an understatement. The fabric is a lighter blue-grey than your own, verging on a creamy navy, with white lace strewn finely across the straps. There are small, floral embellishments dotted across the material in thin, silver thread. Absolutely all of her is beautiful.
โThatโs it? Itโs justโฆnice?โ She breathes, settling onto her hands and knees as she crawls over you. You swallow, leaning backward as she prowls forward. โIโฆIโm struggling for words, Fey. Itโsโฆvery lovely.โ She pushes you beneath her, and you follow willingly, melting into a pliant mess under her guiding palms. โIโm sure you can find a way to articulate yourselfโฆthrough one way or another.โ
She leans closer, and you feel her breath puff over your mouth, eyes dipping down. Her tongue darts out, lapping over her lower lip, making your eyes flick back up to hers hurriedly. Sheโs caught you.
The High Lady wants to put her mouth over yours, but sheโs struggling with that first step that willโhopefullyโset all the others into a fluid stream. She neednโt concern herself, as she hears your heart rate increase, how your eyes are quavering, desperate to descend. Then your eyelids are fluttering closed, tipping yourself toward her. Access.
She hesitates. Youโre drunk, and sheโs not sure she would be able to look you in the eye if she has to wash your memory. But youโre clearly giving her permissionโฆ
โWhat are you waiting for?โ
Her eyes snap to her mate, whoโs still sat on the edge of the bed, lower down. She can see the clear evidence of his arousal at the display, and it makes her thighs squeeze together.
โTake her.โ
โSheโs drunk, Rhysโฆ She doesnโt know what sheโs doing.โ
โShe knows what she wants. Give it to her.โ
Feyre returns her eyes to you, your slightly puffy lips, the heat from your cheeks, the open expectation resting on your features.
โBefore she opens her eyes.โ
She leans down, lips ghosting over your own, and she feels the shudder that traces down your spine, the soft sigh you release.
โTake her or I will.โ
Her mouth presses against yours firmly, lips opening as she melts across your tongue, heat pounding between your legs. You moan quietly, almost dizzy from relief, feeling weightless. Her hands brush over your sides, grazing your breasts as you arch beneath her deft fingertips.
You yelp when she reaches around to your back, unclasping your bra, pushing the straps over your shoulders. Your arms fly across your chest, breaking the kiss to conceal you from her eyes.
Her hand settles over your wrist, not tugging, just resting there. โWhy are you hiding? Thereโs nothing to be nervous about.โ Her blue-grey eyes stare down at you gently, piercing through your shields with terrifying ease.
Your eyes flicker to where Rhys sits lazily, taking in the show, not making the slightest effort to conceal his arousal. โDonโt worry about him. Focus on me,โ she demands softly, stroking your cheek to return your attention to her. โHeโs harmless, really.โ
โHe doesnโt look harmlessโฆโ
And youโre completely correct. Being proven so as he prowls up quietly behind his mate, draping himself over her back, arms circling her waist, pressing kisses to her neck as he stares you down.
โSit upright.โ
You follow the command mindlessly, not focusing on where the urge came from as you move to your knees before them, arms moving to settle between your thighs as they take in your perky nipples.
โOpen your legs.โ
Again, you follow obliviously, simply yielding to the inclination. Your thighs part as you set them wider, revealing more of yourself to their hungry eyes.
โSee? She just needs some orders to follow, then sheโs all set.โ Rhys whispers to her ear, fingertips tracing over her stomach as they both look at you with pools of desire in their eyes. โShe wonโt remember a thing in the morning. So whatโs holding you back?โ
Feyre shifts in his arms, a predator teaching his lover to hunt like he does. โDo you not want her? We can toss her out if you donโt like her.โ
โRhys,โ she snarls. She knows what heโs doing, but falls for it anyway. Stumbling straight into his trap. โThen take her.โ
When she hesitates longer, refusing to make another move, Rhysand sighs sharply. His fingers drop to the clasp on her bra, tearing away the offending material. Feyre gasps, wanting to cover herself from you, but he catches her wrists. โDonโt.โ She snarls, but it lacks the necessary bite to warn her mate away from you.
You watch almost absently, until your return to the front of your mind, re-inhabiting your body as you flush at the sight. Your eyes latch onto Rhysโ, and a dangerous promise dances in his gaze. If you make the first move, everything will follow, slot seamlessly into place. โGo on,โ he taunts softly, โhave a taste.โ
Feyre nearly loses her mind when you hesitantly move forward, one hand placing on her thigh, the other cupping her jaw. Your nose brushes her, and you can feel their eyes on you, as if youโre some rare creature theyโre tracking, afraid one move will send you fleeing from their bedroom. Your look down at her lips, so plump and pillowy, butโฆ
You stiffen, the alcohol beginning to ware off. Feyโs your friend. And female. You shouldnโt be doing this. Your eyes worriedly rise to Feyreโs and your breath catches.
Please. The word shines in her gaze, so desperate and pleading it wipes away any previous doubts in your mind. Allowing yourself to live in the moment. Love in the moment.
You lower your mouth to hers, and feel the soft groan in her chest.
And then everything snaps.
Sheโs pulling off Rhys, her hands gripping your hips, snaking round your back, tangling in your hair as she raises herself onto her knees. Her tongue sweeps in, dominating your mouth with relentless, demanding strokes. All you can do is arch into her as she devours you, pulling you tighter against her body as she indulges herself.
Rhys chuckles softly, pulling back to watch the erotic display unfold. โI think Iโll leave you two to get to know each other, shall I?โ
Feyre pulls away at the words, spinning you around so youโre back is to her mate. You stiffen, feeling his hungry gaze lick up your spine, feeling wary of having the devious male out of sight. He could get up to any number of tricks.
โYou want a show, Rhys?โ She growls lowly, hands brushing down until sheโs grabbing your ass possessively. You press your hands to her rib cage, beneath her breasts as you startled at the proprietary handling. โA show would be nice,โ he drawls, โIโve become tired of resorting to fantasy. Iโm sure the real thing will be much more satisfying, Feyre, darling.โ
She snarls, pushing you down onto the bed, crawling up your body as she lays a dominating hand over your chest. Then sheโs dipping down, teeth sinking into your neck as she marks you over and over again, until there are very few patches of skin that she hasnโt bruised. Her hands touch you greedily, cupping your breasts as she rolls the tips of her fingers over your peaked nipples.
Your High Lady pulls away, long enough to glare down at you. โAnd to think youโve been keeping this to yourself.โ Her eyes run over your body, โkeeping yourself away from us.โ You flush at the possessive tone, preening beneath her attention as she thumbs your breasts. โFeyโฆโ you pant, desperate and pleading.
โTell me,โ she orders, โtell me what to do. What do you want from me? Say it and itโs yours.โ
Your eyes nearly roll at her admission, parting your thighs for her to settle closer. โYour mouth,โ you pant, vision blurring, โplease, fey. I need you between my legs. Please.โ She doesnโt think twice, already shifting down your body until sheโs between your thighs, scattering more marks over your skin. The tears spill, โFey, please. Donโt tease me.โ
A hand cups your cheek, large and calloused as you meet violet eyes.
โWhy should she, little lynx?โ Rhys drawls softly, appearing above you. โYouโve been driving us mad for so long. Why should we reward you for withholding our pleasure for so long, hm?โ
Feyre lowers between your thighs, her hot breath fanning over your clothed cunt. Slim fingers brush over the apex of your thighs, a ghost of a touch. It has you preening, raising your hips into her touch. โIโm sorryโโฆ I didnโt know. I didnโt mean to!โ
Rhysand laughs, brushing away your tears casually, as if they donโt cloud his mind with arousal at the thought of shoving your head between his legs and just using you until youโre spluttering and choking on his come. โOhhh, I see. You didnโt know.โ Feyre snaps the band of your underwear in response, drawing a whimper from your mouth, hips bucking.
โYou want me to believe youโve never noticed the way Feyre and I look at you? How she often walks you home whenever youโre drunk because youโll become flushed and carelessly take your clothes off for her? How youโll get those inappropriate daydreams at the most inopportune moments? Have you never pieced it together, little Lynx?โ
Heat warms your cheeks as you shake your head earnestly. โNo! Rhys, I swearโฆโ Feyreโs fingers glide over your clit, brushing in light oscillations as you buck your hips toward her. โFey,โ you whimper, beseeching her, โplease. Please, I need you so badly.โ
โAh, ah, ah. You want her, youโll have to convince me.โ Rhys stares down at you, upside down to one another. โWhat do you want?โ You plead, feeling as her tongue lolls out, lapping over the material. You whine at the wetness, but itโs dulled by that damned fabricโ
Rhysand laughs, appreciating his cunning mate for her quick-thinking.
โItโs quite simple really,โ he begins, giving you a coy smile that has slick dampening your underwear. โWhat is it?โ You try to hurry him, eyes nearly rolling as her tongue laps lower, pressing over your entrance. You need her inside.
He tuts, hand gripping your jaw as he tilts your head upward, pressing you into the mattress to look at him. โYouโre ours,โ he drawls. โWhenever we want, whenever we need. Youโre ours.โ You nod desperately, just needing Feyre to give you her pleasuring mouth. โPromise it.โ He drawls. โMake that bargain with us. Submit yourself to your High Lord and Lady, and weโll give everything to you.โ
Feyre thumbs at your clit, tongue following soon after as it swipes over the wet fabric, a mix of saliva and arousal. โIโm yours. I swear it! Promise it. Whenever you want, for whatever you need. Iโm yours. Justโโฆ Please!โ
Dark delights rushes those violet eyes, the pads of his fingers brushing against your lower lip as you feel something sting down your chestโalong your sternum. The bargain mark.
โThatโs it,โ he groans, squeezing the muscles of your jaw as he leans closer to you, โso good for us.โ He spits into your mouth, scenting the wave of arousal that overwhelms his senses. You moan at the action, Feyre pulling your underwear from your heat, strands of slick connecting from the fabric to your cunt.
Your tongue moves in your mouth, playing with his spit, preening as her mouth envelops you. Itโs the best paradise youโve ever known, the wet heat of her tongue lapping over your pussy, playing with your clit. You nearly scream when she slides two fingers into you, easing her way in. Your mind goes blank, gripping Rhysโ hand as you open your mouth wider, curving your back and lapping at his fingers, asking for more.
He forgets how powerful arousal is sometimes. How it sinks itโs claws into oneโs mind, until you can hardly tell up from down, or whether youโre truly acting of your own volition. Right now, he wouldnโt be surprised if you were controlling him, with the way his lips seal shut, gathering the saliva on his tongue, before he spits down.
You shatter in response, Feyre suckling on your clit so intently as her fingers pump and curl, stimulating you in ways youโd never imagined.
This time, you do scream.
Your world collapses as wave after wave crests over your body, soaking you in arousal as pleasure crashes down, coursing through your skin like a second life force. Your eyes squeeze shut, pushing tears over their edge with you as you free fall through the pleasure.
โSo good for us,โ Rhys drawls, โso marvellously perfect, arenโt you, little lynx?โ You nod desperately, swallowing down his praise, tasting him on your tongue because youโre so good and so perfect and so delightfully theirs.
Feyre pulls up from between your thighs, fingers withdrawing and you take in how her mouth glistens. Then sheโs hauling you to her, and your thighs are wrapped around her hips, and youโre clawing at one another, already desperate for round two.
Your High Lady lifts you from the bed, turning you around so youโre on your hands and knees before her mate. Heโs settled down, hands bracing himself on the mattress, long legs either side of you. Heโs giving you a perfect view of his prominent arousal.
โGo on,โ he taunts, softly, a hint of overpowering lust and affection twining in his loverโs voice, โset to work.โ
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Caterpillar (Hoseok x OC)
Summary:ย Hoseok starts coming to terms with his feelings.
Pairing:ย Hoseok x OC
Genre:ย Some angst, some humour, some fluff
Word count: 5.6 K
Rating:ย 18+
Warnings:ย mentions of parental death, mentions of unhealthy eating habits
A/N: Highly recommended to read Double Take for context, but can be read without as well. Begins about a month after Helping Hands.
Also - I've taken a leap of faith and started the ๐พ Discord channel ๐พ Here's to a social experiment that can turn out any way you want ๐ป
Tagging:ย @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkiveย @faearchives @margopinkertonย @dreaming-with-happinessย @confessionsofamarshlilyย @purpleseoul7 @sumzysworld @xjoonchildx @infinitehobi @handfullofcandids
Listen to:ย "100 words" by prateek kuhad
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Hoseok taps his foot and checks his watch. Itโs almost five past seven, meaning itโs almost five minutes late. Turning slightly, he peers into the small doorway of the building, trying to see anything that would indicate how much longer this would take. Then, mercifully, the stained glass door is pushed open and people start filing out one by one.
Sighing in relief, he waits to spot Chaeyoung but as more and more people leave, some walking down the street and some getting into parked cars, his frown deepens when she isnโt one of them. He checks his messages, wondering if his information is incorrect, for nearly the entire yoga class has exited now. He contemplates calling her again but before he can decide, he finally sees her step out, a tote bag hitched on one shoulder and her long hair in a ponytail.
โChae!โ He calls, cringing when a couple of people turn to look. Ducking his head and pulling his cap lower down, he jogs over to where sheโs continuing down the pavement, apparently not having heard him. โChaeyoung,โ he repeats at a normal volume, frowning when she still doesnโt turn. โHey, Iโm calling your name,โ he tries to say, reaching out and grabbing her arm, when a blinding pain shoots up his face.
โOh, my God!โ
โOh, my God!โ he cries, holding his hands up to his face where his nose feels like itโs been crushed.
โHoseok?โ
He nods and doubles over, his eyes watering slightly, when he feels a pair of small hands steering him by the shoulders and back onto what feels like a bench.
โOh, God, what are you -โ She sounds winded - and terribly confused. โIโm so sorry. Are you okay?โ
โOh, my God,โ he mutters, his voice muffled. He drops his hands to his sides, his eyes squeezed shut. โWhat did you do? I canโt - I canโt feel -โ He groans dramatically. โIs my face broken? Is it my nose? Is there blood?โ
โYour faceโฆโ Soft fingers gingerly touch the bridge of his nose and Hoseok flinches. โIt seems okay.โ
โReally? Thereโs no blood?โ
โThereโs no blood,โ she confirms. โI think youโre okay. Jesusโฆ oppa, what are you doing here? And why would you grab me like that?โ
Hoseok opens his eyes tentatively, the initial pain and shock already subsiding, to see Chaeyoung take a seat beside him. โI didnโt grab you. I was just trying to get your attention without being seen,โ he explains, lightly touching his nose. โWhy did you punch me?โ
โBecause I thought you were trying to grab me!โ she exclaims. โBesides, we just learned it in class so I was already kind of in the zone.โ
โYou -โ He frowns incredulously. โWhat the hell kind of yoga class was this?โ
โI didnโt do yoga. I took a self-defense class,โ she explains. โYogaโฆ wasnโt what I needed today.โ She bites her lip apologetically. โBut I didnโt mean to hurt you. Iโm sorry.โ
โNo,โ he sighs, sitting up straighter and trying to move his face, relieved when it doesnโt hurt too much. โIโm glad you know what to do when someone grabs you, I guess.โ
Chaeyoung gives him a small smile before frowning. โUmโฆ so, what are youโฆ I meanโฆโ She shakes her head. โWhy didnโt you call?โ
Hoseok glances at her out of the corner of his eye. She looks flushed, although whether itโs from her class or accidentally having punched him, he canโt tell. โI did, about two hours ago. You didnโt answer.โ
She nods slowly. โRight. My phoneโs been on silent for most of the day.โ When he doesnโt respond, she continues. โHow did you even know I was here?โ
โJimin.โ
โSo, Sooah.โ
โTheyโre kind of a package deal now.โ
โRight.โ She gives him the same small smile, almost amused, before it fades. โSoโฆ whatโs going on?โ
โWellโฆโ Hoseok takes off his cap and runs a hand through his hair, suddenly awkward. โI was in the neighbourhood and I wanted to see ifโฆ you maybe wanted to get a coffeeโฆ or a frozen yoghurt orโฆ something. Itโs pretty warm out.โ
She looks at him a little skeptically and Hoseok wonders if sheโs mentally calculating how far both his house and the Big Hit building are from here. For a moment, heโs afraid sheโs going to decline but then she nods slowly. โSure. I could get some frozen yoghurt. In fact, I think I owe you one now,โ she adds, and they both chuckle.
Hoseok hesitates, hoping he hasnโt pressured her into this, but when she stands up and holds out a hand for him to take, he sighs inwardly in relief. He takes her hand and stands up as well, feeling his nose throb dully again.
โOppa,โ she says as they begin walking and their hands separate, โwhy are you limping?โ
โLimping?โ He straightens up self-consciously. โIโm not limpingโฆโ
โYeah, you were, just nowโฆโ
โNo, I wasnโtโฆโ
โYou know, the nerves in your face donโt affect your ability to walkโฆโ
โOh, I must have missed the email where you became a doctorโฆโ
โ
An hour later, they walk down the street leading up to Chaeyoungโs apartment building, a small tub of frozen yoghurt in each of their hands.
โYou know,โ says Hoseok, taking a spoonful of his banana yoghurt, โI owe you a bit of an apology.โ
โOh, yeah?โ
โMhm. Growing up, I didnโt take you very seriously,โ he begins, rolling his eyes when she nods in agreement. โI donโt know what it was but I just didnโtโฆ I donโt know, I always thought you were just a kid. Like, what did you know? You know?โ
โSure.โ
โBut,โ he continues, โI feel like I misjudged you. Because you told me, back when we all went to Jeju for my parentsโ anniversary weekend, that apricots were a good topping on a dessert and I didnโt believe you, but nowโฆโ He simply sighs and spoons out a shredded apricot from his yoghurt. โI canโt believe how well these flavours go. I mean, you were really onto something.โ
Chaeyoung suppresses a smile and nods. โI really was. You shouldโve listened to me.โ
โI know,โ he agrees. โI canโt believe I wasted fourteen years not knowing how good of a topping apricots are.โ
โYou know whatโs ironic?โ she asks, popping a strawberry into her mouth. โAfter that day, I stopped eating apricots. It was like they sucked all of a sudden. And then when I was, likeโฆ seventeen or something, I made this dessert that we used to eat when we were kids that had apricots in it, and I realised what an idiot Iโd been.โ
โIf you listened to thirteen-year-old meโs advice, then, yeah, you were.โ He finishes the last of his yoghurt and holds his hand out for her empty cup as well, depositing them both in a passing garbage bin. โBut tell me more about this dessert with apricots in it.โ
But she shrugs and waves a hand dismissively. โMy dad lost the recipe years ago. It was kind of like a mix of a pie and a puddingโฆ the only thing I got right in it were the apricots.โ She falls silent.
Hoseok nods but doesnโt prod. He glances at her furtively again, letting her walk a couple of steps ahead of him, observing her general demeanour. Neither Sooah nor Jimin had mentioned anything about a self-defense class; in fact, to Hoseokโs knowledge, she had left behind all high intensity sports and workouts in middle school, joining the dance club in college and taking up yoga after that. He thinks of her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing when sheโd exited the class, along with her phone being on silent all day.
Itโs always a hard day for her.
โBy the way,โ says Chaeyoung, turning around and waiting for Hoseok to catch up. โThanks for this.โ
โFor what?โ
โThis. The yoghurt, the walk.โ She pauses. โThe company.โ
Hoseok nods nonchalantly. โOf course. No need to thank me. I had fun. And made a life-changing discovery about apricots,โ he adds.
She cracks half a smile before giving him a look. โHoseok.โ
โWhat?โ
โI know you know.โ
โKnow what?โ
She sighs hugely, but doesnโt sound annoyed. โYou showed up out of nowhere. Took me out for fro-yo, even after I sort of avoided you all day. So, I know you know. Iโm guessing my brother told you?โ she asks, looking up at him.
โTold me what?โ he asks weakly, but he can tell the game is up. โAlright, fine. Yeah, he - he may have mentioned something,โ he admits, looking at his shoes.
โAnd?โ Chaeyoung raises her eyebrows. โWhat did he say?โ
Hoseok bites his lip uneasily; her expression is too neutral for him to predict what her reaction will be to his conversation with Chanyeol this morning.
Are you talking to my sister these days?
What? I mean - yeah, I guess. Like, a normal amount? Why - why would you ask if -
Have you talked to her today?
Uh, no. Actually, I texted her this morning but I never heard back.
Yeah, I thought so. She kind of keeps to herself every year around my momโs birthday. Itโs always a hard day for her.
Oh. Iโm sorry, man. Are you okay?
Yeah, Iโm fine. And so is she, most likely. But if you do happen to talk to her or run into herโฆ I donโt know, just check in on her. If you can.ย
โHe, uhโฆโ He sighs softly. โHe said itโs your momโs birthday. And that I should check in, if I could.โ
Chaeyoung nods. โWell, you didnโt need to do that. But, thank you, anyway.โ
Thereโs something odd about the way she says it, and it takes a moment for Hoseokโs wording to click in his mind. โWait, thatโs not why Iโm here.โ
She raises her eyebrows. โItโs not? You justโฆ wanted to hang out with me?โ
He pauses for a fraction of a second. โYeah, I did,โ he answers honestly. โIโve been away for almost a month. I was hoping we could hang out in person instead of just on text, like weโve been doing.โ
Chaeyoung stops near her building. The corner of her mouth looks like sheโs suppressing a smile, but the moment passes and Hoseok isnโt sure if he imagined it.
โWhy didnโt you say anything?โ
โI didnโt know if youโd want to talk about it.โ
She nods slowly and taps the toe of her shoe into the road, her fingers wrapped around the strap of her gym bag. โI donโt really talk about it.โ
โThatโs fine,โ he says. โYou donโt have to. But you canโฆ if you want. Whenever you want,โ he adds.
โI donโt talk about itโฆ because I donโt have anything to talk about. I donโt remember her at all,โ she says after a moment, and her voice wobbles ever so slightly. โNot even her face. Not her voice. Just a stupid dessert with apricots,โ she mutters, rolling her eyes. โBut I still miss her,โ she admits, sniffling.
A pang goes through Hoseokโs heart all the way down to his stomach and he presses his toes into the ground to keep from stepping towards her. โYou can talk to Chan,โ he suggests gently. โHe actually does remember her. I know he wouldnโt mind talking to you about her.โ
Chaeyoung bites her lip and sniffs, her face contorting. โMy dad doesnโt even remember,โ she whispers before her voice breaks, and Hoseok wraps his arms around her in a hug.
Hoseok is a crier; itโs no surprise to anyone who knows him well enough, his tendency to cry at anything remotely emotional. This is different, though, he feels, as he tries to silently blink away his tears at the sound of Chaeyoungโs soft, muffled cries against his shoulder. She isnโt sobbing; in fact, he can barely hear her. But he can feel it, her shoulders shaking, her hair brushing against his collarbone, and her arms coming around his waist.
He wishes he could fix it for her, knowing at the same time that he canโt. Itโs beyond him, predates him, and the only thing he feels he has any control over right now is rubbing holding Chaeyoung, rubbing her shoulders and letting her cry for as long as she needs.
As it turns out, it doesnโt last much longer. Chaeyoung sniffles one last time and drops her arms from around his waist, gently pulling away.
โMโkay,โ she mumbles, wiping her face on her sleeve and stepping back. โI think I ruined your hoodie, though,โ she adds, giving him a watery smile.
โDonโt worry about it.โ He brushes his thumb across her cheek, feeling wetness on it, no longer nervous about touching her. โYou sure youโre okay?โ
โYeah. Itโs okay. I look really pretty when I cry. Especially right after.โ
โOh, yeah?โ
โMhm.โ She nods seriously. โMy face gets all flushed and red. Sometimes when I cry and catch my reflection in the mirror, I really think I could be in a music video or something. After whatever crisis Iโm going through ends, of course.โ
โIn a music video? Just crying really prettily?โ
โYeah. So, you know, if you ever need anyoneโฆโ She shrugs exaggeratedly.
Hoseok chuckles, his heart feeling so big and so warm. โIโll keep that in mind. And youโre pretty even when you donโt cry,โ he adds, touching her chin.
She sniffs but smiles, a little knowingly, her eyes still a little red. โThanks, oppa.โ She nudges his hand away in mock-annoyance and their hands fall to their sides, fingers loosely interlinked. In the dark street with only street lamps lighting it, her cheeks darken slightly.
โI should go,โ he says.ย
โYeah. Me, too.โ
He nods. โSay hi to Chan for me.โ
Chaeyoung chuckles, looking a little sheepish. โWill do.โ After a moment, she licks her lips and Hoseok decides sheโs right: she looks radiant. โYou can let go of my hand now, oppa,โ she adds softly.
Despite the heat that creeps up his neck, he doesnโt feel embarrassed. Slowly dropping her fingers, he nods and steps back. โGoodnight, Chae.โ
โNight. Thanks, again.โ
โYou got it.โ He reaches forward and kisses her on the cheek. โCall me if you need anything,โ he says, smiling and placing his hands into his pockets.
Chaeyoung nods. โBye.โ She hesitates for a moment but then turns to leave, turning her head every now and then on the way into her apartment building. Hoseok waits until sheโs inside, waving at her just as she disappears for the night.
โ
Hoseok [12:59]
It was Godzilla. I just remembered.
Chaeyoung [13:01]
What was Godzilla?
Oh wait, yes!
How did you remember?
Hoseok [13:03]
My first sleepover at your house.
I went through my Facebook. Actually, Chanโs Facebook.
Chaeyoung [13:04]
You must have gone REALLY far back for that.
Hoseok [13:05]
I did. You donโt want to know the horrors Iโve seen. I donโt know why your brother hasnโt deleted any of these old pictures like a normal person.
Chaeyoung [13:06]
Heโs kind of sentimental that way. Find anything interesting?
Hoseok [13:06]
Nothing Iโm showing YOU.ย
Chaeyoung [13:06]
Aww, come on!
Hoseok [13:07]
There are enough incriminating pictures of me mid-puberty on the internet.
Chaeyoung [13:07]
But those are public! This one will be our little secret, I promise. Iโll only tease you about it privately.
Hoseok [13:08]
That doesnโt give me a lot of comfort. And besides, who said this picture is of me?
Chaeyoung [13:09]
You did?
Hoseok [13:09]
Ha. You canโt even begin to imagine what this picture is of.
Chaeyoung [13:10]
โฆ Iโm wearing braces in it, arenโt I?
Hoseok [13:10]
Actually, yeah. But thatโs not what Iโm talking about.
Chaeyoung [13:11]
Ugh. At least tell me, even if you aren;t going to show it to me.
Hoseok [13:12]
I should sleep actually. Itโs after 3 in the morning.
Chaeyoung [13:12]
Donโt you dare. Oppa!
Hoseok [13:13]
Goodnight, kiddo.ย
Chaeyoung [13:13]
I hate youuuu.
Hoseok [13:14]
Lies. Talk to you tomorrow.
Chaeyoung [13:14]
You wish.
Chaeyoung [13:17]
Goodnight, Hobi.ย
โ
Something changes after their night of impromptu fro-yo. Talking becomes more frequent, texting becomes like breathing, and goodnights become fonder and more meaningful every day. Chaeyoung finds herself expecting a message from him every time she picks up her phone; when heโs asleep or working or flying, she ends up scrolling through their conversations, feeling involuntary smiles creep onto her face.
She misses Hoseok, she realises eventually, her stomach often churning with the uncertainty and borderline exasperation at herself for feeling ancient, repressed emotions that she thought sheโd done away with years ago. Unlike the last time, however, the acts of missing him and thinking about him are coupled with flutters in her stomach, her heart skipping beats and small smiles in the dark - all cemented with the knowledge that this time, heโs missing her, too.
But it wonโt do well to be delusional. Sheโs been down that path before and despite Hoseokโs clearly reciprocated signals, she attempts to keep her speculations at bay. Heโs on tour; thereโs no telling what it will be like once itโs over and heโs back home.ย
Except, she can tell, somewhat. Four hours of a Harry Potter marathon where they laughed at the most unfunny jokes, walking around Seoul on a day they both knew was difficult for her, the endless threads of conversation that filled the void when they were apart - these things mattered. They had to.
Chaeyoung lightly bites the edge of her S-pen as her tablet screen goes dark, a new gift from her father and stepmother. She needs to clean her room soon, she notes, when her eyes fall on the plant sitting at the top of her desk. Hoseok had brought it to her almost hesitantly - after walking in on her half-naked, of course. The memory makes her cheeks go hot and she taps her phone to see the last message heโd sent her, about half an hour ago.ย
Are you home?
A blasรฉ yes was all sheโd sent, but the wait was starting to render her incapable of concentrating on anything else. He hasnโt responded to her message but itโs no matter; chances are heโs on his way over.
Hardly a minute later, the doorbell rings. Chaeyoungโs heart leaps as she scrambles off the bed, grabbing a pair of track pants from the edge of her bed before pausing. Turning to the full length mirror, she zeroes in on the barely visible strip of shorts visible from under her oversized T-shirt, followed by bare thighs and legs from there on.ย
A moment later, she chucks the track pants back onto the bed and skips out of her room, opening the front door.
โHey,โ she says, sounding nonchalant as ever. โWhat are you doing here?โ
Hoseok frowns. โWhat do you mean? I texted you.โ
โOh, yeah. Of course. Sorry.โ
He narrows his eyes at her, clearly not buying her reaction. Chaeyoung purses her lips together to hide her growing smile when he shakes his head and produces a shopping bag from behind his back about the size of a small laptop.
โHappy birthday, kiddo,โ he says, tilting his head and giving her the bag.
Chaeyoung raises her eyebrows. โWow. Thanks,โ she says, frowning, โbut is this really why youโre here?โ
โYeah? Why wouldnโt I be?โ
โBecause my birthday was three days ago.โ
Hoseok exhales. โWell, three days ago I was in Australia,โ he reminds her, โand coming here is the first - no, second thing Iโve done since I landed in Seoul.โ
โWhat was the first?โ
โGetting your gift.โ
Chaeyoung struggles to suppress her smile and eventually gives up. โAlright, you may enter,โ she allows, stepping aside and grinning when he gently flicks her forehead. โWhat did you get me?โ
โI mean, you can open it. But after I leave,โ he adds quickly, grabbing her hand as she starts opening the bag.
โWhat? Why?โ
โJust. If you donโt like it, I prefer to not be here when you find out.โ
She scoffs as they go into her room. โShut up, Iโm sure Iโll love it.โ
โOkay, but only the first box.โ
โThereโs a first box?โ Chaeyoung places the bag on her bed and retrieves the item on top, a red box with a lot of fancy design. โOoh, cupcakes!โ
โAnd not a single one is chocolate,โ he says proudly as she opens the box to see three large cupcakes with animated animals painted on them. โThis place is great, by the way. Less than twenty-four hours notice but they custom-made it all in time.โ
โFor J-Hope, Iโm sure they did,โ she teases, checking a little pink paper inside listing all the ingredients in a loopy font. โWow, low sugar, gluten-free -โ
โAnd the frosting is yoghurt, not buttercream.โ
โโฆ and they all have apricots,โ she finishes, biting her lip.
โThatโs a coincidence.โ But he gives her a bashful smile anyway, which widens when she reaches up and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.
โDo you want to share?โ she asks, taking out the first one with the Kung Fu Panda on it in icing.ย
โShare? No, theyโre for you,โ he argues, sitting at the small bay window and waving his hand encouragingly. โGo on.โ
โI -โ She hesitates, not wanting to seem ungrateful. โIโll end up exceeding my calories for the day.โ
Hoseok raises his eyebrows. โYouโre counting calories? You?โ he prods, poking her side playfully. But thereโs a note of sternness in his voice.
โNot strictly,โ she amends quickly. โJustโฆ they like a certainโฆ aesthetic, at Conde Nast.โ
โAesthetic?โ
โYeah. And they remind you of it if they so much as spot you eating a sandwich at lunch,โ she informs him. โApparently the carbs are not on brand.โ
โWho said that to you?โ he asks sharply.
โNot to me, to my desk mate. But, come on, you know how it is,โ she argues, feeling a little defensive. โYou work in entertainment and they donโt let you eat either.โ
โYeah, doesnโt mean I agree with it.โ
Chaeyoung sighs at the impasse and falls silent, staring at the cupcakes. They really do look cute; without warning, her stomach rumbles.
โHey.โ He nudges her leg with his foot. โCome on. Iโll share.โ
She raises her eyebrows. โYouโre on tour,โ she reminds him. โArenโt you on a fifty calorie a day kind of diet?โ
Hoseok rolls his eyes. โI donโt care. Itโs your birthday. Kind of.โ He gives her a small smile and a wink. โI can indulge. If you will.โ
โAre you bribing me?โ
โIโm making you a deal. Plus, I really canโt resist apricots now,โ he says in a matter-of-fact way. โCome on, caterpillar, itโs melting.โ
She grins and nods. โAlright, fine,โ she agrees, secretly thrilled, sitting at the other end of the bay window. Itโs a small space, just short of being cramped; in the quiet of the night, itโs almost cosy.
They share the cupcake as they talk about nothing and everything in particular. Hoseokโs tiredness and jet lag is apparent; his eyelids look heavy and there are hints of bags under his eyes. Despite that, heโs as chirpy as ever, telling her all about his tour and asking her about everything sheโs done during the last month.
โBy the way,โ she says after a while, once the cupcake is demolished in a surprisingly short amount of time, โdid you just call me caterpillar?โ
โDid I?โ He frowns for a moment before his forehead clears. โHuh. I guess I did.โ
โYeah. You called me that the other night, too, when you were wasted.โ
โWow, really?โ He looks deep in thought. โWhy? I donโt remember ever calling you that before.โ
โReally?โ Chaeyoung asks skeptically. โYou donโt remember calling me that every single time you ever saw me for all of third grade? You donโt remember,โ she continues as he gasps, evidently just recalling, โsaying that I reminded you of a caterpillar appearing out of nowhere?โ
โHoly shit,โ he chuckles. โI actually did forget that. It kind of did feel like that, if Iโm being honest.โ
โThatโs just great,โ she mutters, rolling her eyes and turning away, even when he squeezes her knee. โSo glad I brought it up.โ
โHey, no. Come on. I swear I wasnโt thinking about that when I called you caterpillar just now,โ he promises. โIt just felt like a habit. Honest.โ
โMhm,โ she hums, saying no more but turning back to face him. Truth be told, she doesnโt need him to defend himself. He may not remember, but she does. Mostly, she remembers his tone when he used to say it, with derision and irritation at once. It was nothing like it is now, full of affection and humour and fondness.
โI was a jerk. Back then.โ
โYeah, but youโre not anymore,โ she admits, resting her head on the window by her side. He smiles in relief and something else, and Chaeyoungโs heart skips a beat. โBut to make things even, Iโm opening your gift.โ
โOoh, you got me,โ he says sarcastically as she climbs off and reaches for the bag on her bed. โJust remember, most places were closing down by the time I went out,โ he adds, a hint of nervousness in his voice anyway.
โNo way, my standards are going to be super high for this gift now.โ She reaches in and pulls out an envelope made of card stock, in a very familiar rose gold colour. โWhat isโฆ oh, my God!โ
โWhat? Ow!โ he exclaims unnecessarily when she slaps his shoulder with the envelope.
โYou got me a Sephora gift card?โ
โWell, yeahโฆ I didnโt want to buy you something and have you whine over it not being the exact variation you wanted,โ he explains feebly, hugging her back when she bends and throws her arms around his neck. โYouโre pretty fussy about your skincare and make-up.โ
โI am,โ she agrees happily, sitting back down in her previous spot and gazing at the gift card. โWow. This is perfect. Really.โ
โIโm glad,โ he replies, the relief and amusement apparent on his face. โItโs valid for six months so you and Sooah can make a whole day of it, shopping and stuff.โ
โYeah, I donโt think that will happen,โ she says, shaking her head. โShopping isnโt really Sooahโs thing and ever since she and Jimin got back together, Iโve barely seen her.โ
โYeah, well, theyโre making up for about five years of being apart,โ he reasons. โItโs going to be a couple months of honeymooning before the drama starts again.โ
โLooking forward to that. But Iโm not waiting until then,โ she says, holding up the gift card. โEven if it means I go solo.โ
Hoseok is quiet for a moment. โI can go with you.โ
She snorts. โTo buy make-up and skincare?โ
โYes. I take very good care of my skin - I could be of some help.โ
Something warm and fuzzy spreads through Chaeyoungโs chest. โIโm a very slow shopper.โ
โLucky for you, I have four days before I need to travel again. Including a weekend.โ
She bites her lip, wishing her heart would calm down. โAlright. Itโs your funeral.โ
โI have a lot of opinions when it comes to shopping. Itโs your funeral.โ
Chaeyoung laughs. โIโll take that risk,โ she says, standing up and walking towards her desk. โSomeday youโre going to make some girl super lucky, oppa,โ she adds, placing the gift card to stand carefully on top of a neat stack of books, in the position of honour. She nods in satisfaction and turns around to see his smile slightly fading. โWhat?โ she asks, watching him carefully for his reaction.
He takes a deep breath as though about to say something, but at the last second shakes his head. โNothing. Iโm glad you like the gift.โ
โI love it,โ she says honestly, sitting back down. โIn fact, I love it so much that I donโt think I can ask you for the other thing I wanted.โ
โWhich is?โ
She grins. โThe super incriminating picture you found on Chanyeolโs Facebook? The one we were talking about last week.โ
Hoseok laughs and groans. โThat is never seeing the light of day.โ
โThatโs preteen Hoseok talking,โ she insists. โPreteen Hoseok would hate it.โ
โOh, he would.โ
She smiles and shrugs. โI was going to use my birthday to see it. But you played it really well.โ
โThank God.โ He stifles a yawn and rubs his eyes.
โYou look exhausted,โ she murmurs. โDo you want to sleep here?โ
โIโฆ shouldnโt.โ He gives her an apologetic sort of smile. โI need to unpack, and everything. You should get to bed, too,โ he adds, standing up and running a hand through his hair.
โOkay.โ Chaeyoung stands up as well and follows him out of her room, not really expecting him to take her up on her offer. โThanks for coming, oppa. And forโฆ everything,โ she says, once heโs slipped on his shoes and is about to leave.
โYouโre welcome.โ He turns around and leans against the doorway, giving her a wide smile. โDid you have fun at your birthday dinner, though?โ
She shrugs. โCouldโve been more fun. Promise me youโll make it next time.โ
โUh-huh, absolutely,โ he promises, nodding seriously. โEven if I have to take a private jet just for that.โ
โGood.โ She reaches up the same time that he steps forward and they hug, more comfortably than she once couldโve ever imagined. โThank you. Really,โ she mumbles into his shoulder.
โOf course, caterpillar,โ he answers as they pull away, but stay in the same spot.
Chaeyoung feels the same slight skip in her chest at the new-old nickname. She doesnโt know if sheโs imagining it, Hoseokโs hesitation in taking a step back, or his eyes flickering towards her mouth.
Youโre Chanโs sister. Youโre the one girl on earth I canโt mess with.
Heโd said that months ago, also during a visit to her room. But she canโt imagine his feelings are the same as they were then.ย
His cologne is faint, as though heโd last worn it a while ago, probably before flying out of Australia. The flight from another timezone, mid-tour, after which heโd come home, gone straight to the mall and come over to her place.ย
His face is definitely closer now, the slight frown on his forehead surely indicating that thereโs something heโs wrestling with. Chaeyoungโs toes curl on the bare floor; deciding to help him out, she tilts her head up and kisses her big brotherโs best friend.
Challenge accepted.ย
Itโs only for a moment; Chaeyoung pulls away immediately but before she can move more than an inch away, Hoseok steps forward and kisses her again, his lips firmly on hers this time.
Chaeyoungโs eyes flutter shut as everything else disappears. Itโs just Hoseok, soft lips, gentle movements, his hand in her hair and his lean, slender frame under her palms. He opens his mouth slowly against hers, as though he has all the time in the world, and she sighs silently.
Super lucky.
They break apart after what feels like minutes, or hours or several days. Hoseok doesnโt move his hand or step back, and Chaeyoung looks up uncertainly to see his eyes squeezed shut.
โFuck,โ he mutters under his breath.
Chaeyoung tries for a moment, again, to suppress her smile but then gives up. It widens when Hoseok slowly meets her eyes, several emotions on his face that she knows theyโll have to deal with later, but regret nowhere visible.
โGoodnight, Hobi,โ she murmurs.
He sighs. โHappy birthday, caterpillar,โ he replies softly, tilting his head and pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her cheek. โSweet dreams.โ
It takes him a moment to step away but he does, his face mildly flushed and his cheeks lifted, despite him not exactly smiling. He gives her a small, meaningful wave before turning around and leaving.
Chaeyoung watches him until he leaves her floor before letting herself smile as wide as her heart wants, exhaling hugely and stepping back into her house. Her phone pings as soon as she enters a room, and the screen glows with a notification from Hoseok.
Heart fluttering embarrassingly fast, she clicks on it.
Hoseok [00:24]
[photo]
Preteen Hoseok was an idiot. Twenty-six year old Hoseok actually kind of likes it.
The picture loads and Chaeyoung tries to swallow the lump in her throat. A screenshot of a Facebook post, old and grainy, like something taken on a digital camera, three kids sat on a sofa in her parentsโ house. Chanyeol was on one side and Chaeyoung on the other, and in between them sat Hoseok, scrawny and skinny with a smile like the sun, one arm around each of the siblings.
She was smiling, too, in the picture, extremely widely despite the braces she always hated. Thereโs surprise and delight and a myriad of other feelings but the one that stands out to her is the one on Hoseokโs face, for once devoid of annoyance around her.
He didnโt hate her. Not always. Not as much as she thought. Lost in a sea of heartfelt nostalgia, her gaze drops to the caption.
Kang Chanyeol: My two favourite idiots in the world!
A seed of doubt settles into her heart. But a moment later she shakes her head, cropping out the caption and saving the picture to her phone. She crawls into bed and shafts Chanyeol to the recesses of her mind, choosing to keep one night to herself where she thinks about nothing but her first real kiss with Jung Hoseok.
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Joe Liebgott x reader
A/N: (this is written for the fictional depictions from the show - no disrespect to the real life veterans!)
This fic idea has been banging around in my head for a solid year now, but for some reason I'm only just now writing it. Oops. The title comes from "2am" by Foals. Thanks for reading, and I hope that you enjoy!
Warnings: alcohol, mentions of the Holocaust, language (one f-bomb and that's it)
For the middle of summer, the night air is cool against your warm cheeks when you stumble out of the hotel lobby, arms slung around the necks of your friends as the three of you lean into each other for support and guidance as you make your way to the curb. The three of you are still laughing at some joke that Luz made back inside when the cab pulls up.
โHere you go.โ Careful not to lose his grip on you, Luz opens the back door of the cab and guides you towards the back seat.
You really should be getting back to your hotel, but you donโt want this night to end. And who would, after all the fun youโve been having with your old friends? Itโs nice to see them again, to catch up with them, like youโre finally getting to know them without the constant threat of German artillery fire looming over your heads.
โIโll take the next one,โ you protest.
This makes Babe laugh. โNope. Drunkest person needs to get home first. We gotta make sure you get in the cab before you pass out.โ
You fix your old friend with the best intimidating look that you can manage in your current condition. โYou drank way more than me, Heffron.โ
Babe chuckles. โBut I can actually hold my liquor.โ
Well, touchรฉ. You canโt argue with that one.
โCan you make it home okay?โ Luz asks.
โIโll be fine,โ you promise. After all, youโre not nearly as drunk as they seem to think that you are . . . At least, you donโt think you are.
As if he can see your thought process, Luz laughs. โIโll swing by tomorrow morning to make sure that youโre still alive.โ
Your friends close the door of the cab then. Babe taps the glass of the window twice to signal to the driver that youโre ready to go. On cue, the car pulls forward, slowly pulling out of the hotelโs drive. Only when it nears the exit of the parking lot does your driver finally ask his question.
โWhere to?โ A voice with a familiar raspy quality wants to know. ย
The sound is enough to make you freeze, your breath stuck in your throat. Maybe you are drunk. Yes, that must be it โ the alcohol making you hear what you want to hear, using some wild manifestation of your subconscious desires. Because you havenโt heard that voice in years. You havenโt seen its owner in just as many. And you certainly didnโt expect to run into him here, of all places.
Your eyes jump to the rear-view mirror. A lump the size of a golf ball appears in your throat. Because even in the faded light of the late summer night, there can be no mistake as to who is staring back at you, waiting expectantly for your answer. Even after all these years, even though you can only see his eyes, you would recognize him anywhere.
โJoe?โ Somehow, the words manage to push past the lump in your throat, echoing through the car in the silence that has fallen.
Click-click, click-click. The turn signal methodically keeps time, a metronome as your fellow paratrooper waits for a reply. Though you still havenโt said anything, he takes a right out of the parking lot and eases onto the road.
โGuy behind us was looking impatient,โ he says by way of explanation.
Itโs Joe Liebgott, you can tell. From the voice, the eyes, the way he tensed when you said his name. Would he have reacted that way if anyone else had said it? Or is it only because of you and the things that happened between the two of you so long ago?
The car is moving and you probably shouldnโt, but you canโt stop yourself from leaning forward, trying to get a better look at him. Heโs so close โ closer than you ever thought he would be โ but he seems unreal and worlds away, like a dream that you can almost, but not quite, reach.
โIs it really you?โ You whisper.
Joe sighs, a familiar sound. โYeah, (Y/N). Itโs me.โ
โSan Fransisco,โ you remember aloud, some far away memory of some offhand comment that he once made to someone filtering into your memory. โYou always said that you would come back here.โ
He only nods. Your heart thuds in your chest. Thereโs so much to say, to ask, yet it feels like youโre running out of time for it all.
โAnd now youโre here,โ Joe finally says. โWith . . . them.โ
It takes your brain a second to work out that he means Luz and Babe. Two of the many members of Easy Company who came to the reunion this year. Unlike some people.
โYou didnโt come to the reunion.โ
โNo.โ He makes a noise that might be a laugh. โKind of defeats the purpose when youโre trying to leave the war behind you.โ
Leave the war behind you. A slap in the face would have hurt less. Is that why he stopped calling you? Stopped answering your letters? You met during the war, during boot camp, and made it through the whole thing together โ from Georgia to the Eagleโs Nest. You had been under the impression that you could make it back to the States . . . Well, at least now you know that Joe had different ideas.
โThen why are you here?โ You ask. Itโs a fair enough question; Easy Company reunions always generate a lot of attention. Joe happening to be outside of the hotel that was hosting this yearโs reunion canโt be a coincidence, can it?
His silence is all the answer that you need.
โYou showed up, but you didnโt come inside. Why?โ Before he can answer, you add, โAnd donโt say the thing about leaving it all behind you again. I got that part, okay?โ
You can hear Joeโs mouth shut with a click. You hadnโt meant to snap the last part at him. But seeing him here . . . All the anger, the sadness, anything you ever felt about or towards Joe Liebgott that youโve spent years repressing is now rising to the surface.
โI think you know why,โ Joe mutters.
No! You want to snap. No, I donโt understand how you could have left me hanging like that, after all that we went through together, all that we meant to each other.
โI โ โ He clears his throat, shakes his head. โI was only hoping to see you. Just . . . I donโt know. I thought that would be enough, if I saw you. I never expected you to get into my cab.โ
โAnd now Iโm here.โ
โNow youโre here.โ
Thankfully the darkness of the night hides your faces from each other. In the solitude it provides, you can feel warmth bubbling and spilling over your eyelids, leaving glossy trails down your cheeks that shimmer gold in the passing streetlights. When it was clear that Joe was done with you, you had decided to leave him and your affections towards him behind. Clearly a part of you never quite let go. That much is clear to you now, as tears escape you without your permission.
Still driving, Joe glances up at the rear-view mirror, catching your eye. Your teary eyes. You can hear the frown in his voice.
โ(Y/N)?โ
โYou left me behind,โ you whisper.
For a moment, more silence. Then, โI know. And you know what? It was the stupidest decision that I ever made.โ
Yes, it was. For a while, having loved him, having trusted him, felt like the stupidest decision that you ever made. It seems so terribly silly and childish to be sitting behind the man you once loved wholeheartedly โ the man who broke your heart โ and to wish for nothing more than for the two of you to go back to the way that you once were.
Second times the charm? Or should you follow a policy of โfool me onceโ?
โI want to go home,โ you say. โCan you take me home? Please?โ
Joe nods. โWhere to?โ
You give him the name of the hotel that youโre staying in. The cab fills with the rhythmic click-click, click-click of the blinker as Joe changes lanes, easing the car onto the exit and then navigating onto the quickest route like a master. There are several times when you hear him draw a breath as if to speak, but he never says anything. You keep quiet, allowing him the silence to concentrate on his driving.
Say something! Part of your brain โ or is it your heart? โ demands. You never expected to see him again, and now the chance is here. The destination is fast approaching, and then what will you do? If only you donโt squander it, this could be your chance to say all the things that have plagued you for years.
The cab slows as Joe sidles up to the hotel. Warm light from the lobby spills out the door and into the back of the cab, beckoning you into its safety. However, something stronger in the front of the cab keeps you firmly in place.
โI canโt sleep alone. Not again.โ The words tumble out of your mouth before youโve even had the chance to register them in your mind.
For the first time since you got into the cab, Joe turns to face you so that you can look at each other head-on. He frowns.
You rush on. โDo you remember Austria? After we liberated that camp, I never thought that I would sleep again. I only got rest because you were willing to flaunt the fraternization policy to come hold me, keep me safe.โ
โI remember.โ
โI think about that, sometimes,โ you admit. You probably shouldnโt have told him that, given him that power over you. But who doesnโt regret the things they say at 2 a.m.?
Joe pushes a sigh, long and hard, through his nose. โFuck.โ He adjusts his position so that heโs leaning further back into the cab, closer to you. Through the darkness, you can see the conflict so clearly on his face, with his wrinkled brow, his frown. Itโs so familiar.
โIโm sorry,โ Joe says. โI really . . . I was stupid. You deserved better than that. I didnโt mean to hurt you. I thought that I was sparing you.โ
โFrom what?โ
โAll my pain. My anger.โ
โYou donโt think I have that, too?โ
Joe blinks, like the thought hadnโt occurred to him. When your boyfriend should have been helping you through those things, you had to rely on your old friends from the company instead. You would have helped him through his struggle, if he had only let you.
Then again, Joe Liebgott always had trouble asking for and admitting when he needed help.
โPark the car, Joe,โ you say. โNo, not here. In one of the parking spots.โ
โWhy?โ Joe asks, even though heโs already pulling into a parking spot โ he gets it perfect on the first try, effortlessly.
โBecause,โ you say. โYouโre done driving for the night. Youโre coming up to my hotel room and weโre finally going to talk.โ
Joe kills the engine, but he doesnโt move from his seat. For a moment he stares at you, like he isnโt sure if this is real, or if he should. He must make up his mind because he nods, gets out of the car, and comes around to open your door for you. In the old days, he would have smirked at you, given you some pick-up line to hear you laugh. Now, he watches you with reserve.
Maybe this is a mistake. But if either of you really feels that what happened was a mistake, then thereโs the possibility that it can be fixed, even after all these years. Not in one night, but it will be a start. Tonight, you can do something for Joe that people so often forget that he needs โ show him some understanding, some compassion. And maybe, just maybe, youโll be able to reignite the light that once existed between you again.
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A Slice of Life (Waitress AU) part 7-Final Chapter.
Doctor!Steve Harrington x Waitress!Reader
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Word Count:4,279 (sorry it's a long one.)
Authour's Note: Thank you so much to everyone and anyone who read and enjoyed this silly little series ๐ Big love to all of you who supported me as I was writing this! You guys are the absolute best.
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Masterlist // Steve Harrington Masterlist
Dear Baby, somewhere in the space in-between the pie baking, and Billy eating it later that night began the most open and honest conversation Iโd ever had with anyone over the phone. Iโd spend whatever little time I could squirrel away from Billy talking to Steve. Talking to him about my mom and how much she loved me, about how sad she would have been to see my life turn out the way that it has, about Billy and how much heโd changed after we got married, how he became someone I feared. About how lonely it can be to be a woman so poor and afraid all the time. Talking to Steve so openly and honestly gave me the breathing space I needed. To clear my head and lift the burden from my chest, to say things to someone and have them matter for once.ย
You sat comfortably in Steveโs lap, your bump rounding out between your bodies as he reclined back in his officeโs chair, it was the one place you two could be together, a quiet safe haven from the rest of the world.
His large hand runs a gentle, caressing touch on your exposed thigh, the skirt of your dress having shifted the moment you sat down in his lap.ย
You tangle your fingers in the lengths of shaggy hairs that curl around his neck, absent-mindedly twirling the soft strands between your fingers.
โIโve never met anyone like you, Steve Harrington.โ you smile.
And it was true, youโd been with Billy for longer than youโd been without him, and in that time heโd never been as gentle to you as how Steve treated you. With Billy you often felt as though he walked around with you slung under his arm as if you were some kind of trophy to be shown off, as if you were the prize, and he was the winner.
โI have a little something for you. A present.โ Steve says, almost a little shyly.
โI love โlittle somethingsโ. What did you get me?โ you beam excitedly. โWait, I hope this isnโt some kind of thing where you say itโs a present for me, but really itโs a present for the baby.โย
โNo, no, this is just for you, I promise.โ he says with a reassuring smile as he hands you over your present. โIโm sorry I didnโt really have time to wrap it any better than this.โ
Itโs a beautifully decorative ceramic pie dish. Itโs soft yellow, with a white inside and small hand-painted wild flowers.ย Affectionately tacked onto the dish is a pink gift-wrap bow and a gift tag, and as you turn over the gift tag, there in scrawly doctorโs handwriting is a little message, โfor my favourite baker.โ
He watches you as you turn the dish over in your hands, unable to stop the wide spread of your smile from taking over your face.
โI saw it in the market downtown and it made me think of you, thought youโd like it.โ
โSteve, I love it. Itโs the most beautiful pie dish Iโve ever seen.โ You smile, but your smile falters for a quick second, your eyes suddenly looking sad.. โSteve, I canโt accept this, I canโt buy you anything back.โย
โI donโt want you to buy me anything, itโs a gift. From me to you.โ
โWhy did you get this for me, Steve?โ
โBecause I find myself absolutely falling head over heels for you..โ he says with every ounce of sincerity in his voice.
If he was about to say anything else youโd never hear it because you immediately press your lips against his in a desperately feverish kiss. Holding his face in your hands as you lean in closeย ย
Youโre cleaning up the tables as the last few straggling customers push their way out of the dinerโs door, collecting glasses and empty plates on a tray.
As you round your way across the dinerโs floor you come over to the one table that still has someone sitting there, although it is Joyceโs diner, so sheโs more than welcome to sit at her table for as long as she so wishes.
โBeen another busy day today, huh?โ she smiles as she downs the last few sips of coffee from her mug.
โYeah, but we canโt complain now can we? Being busy is good for business, thatโs what you always say, isnโt it Joyce.โ
โThatโs right my dear.โ she smiles warmly at you. โSeems like only yesterday that I was buying this old, run-down shack of a diner. Iโd been young and stupid, a single mom with two young kids, but I had big dreams of turning this place into something good. Something that people from all over the world would come to visit.โ
You offer her a kind nod of your head as you listen to her.
โ..And with Jonathan living three states away in New York and Will getting accepted at a college in Manhattan thereโs very little thatโs keeping me here these days. Iโm leaving town at the end of the month. Youโre actually the first person outside of my family that Iโve told.โ
โJoyce, you canโt just up and leave this place! Youโve worked so hard to see it flourish, you canโt go now!โ
She smiles, looking down at the discarded napkin on her table, before turning back to look at you.
โYou remind me a lot of my younger self,โ Joyce begins, totally ignoring your previous concerns about her leaving the diner. โTotally afraid of whatโs about to come, but ready to tackle things head-on, whatever they may be. You donโt even know what youโre capable of, sweetheart, youโre not just some little waitress, youโre a lot stronger and wiser than you give yourself credit for, you understand me?โ
โUh, I think so, Joyce.โ you fumble quietly.
โIn my lifetime I've made so many mistakes, turned the wrong corner, followed the wrong signs, but this life is giving you the chance to make the right choice, donโt let this opportunity pass you by. Itโs never too late to start fresh.โ
โI donโt have enough money, Joyce. Starting fresh is a luxury that I could only dream of. Iโm about to have a baby, thatโs certainly going to make starting fresh a whole lot harder.โ
โI know, sweetheart, I know you are. I was just dreaming a little for you, thatโs all.โ
ย You smile at Joyce and her kind words, as a comfortable silence falls between the both of you. Until the easy quietness is broken by the sound of a carโs revving engine screeching to a stop outside the diner and the quick pounding footsteps of heavy boots crunching on the gravel outside. The dinerโs door flings open and in storms Billy, and as if his thundering presence wasnโt enough he snatches an empty glass off a nearby table before throwing it to the ground, the glass shattering with a tense crash.
โY/n, Iโm very upset with you. Iโll be waiting for you in the car, and I donโt like to be kept waiting, you understand?โ he shouts, his gruff voice rumbling with anger. He makes his point by slamming the door behind him with a loud smack.
โYou werenโt kidding. Your husband really is terrible.โ Joyce scoffs, breaking the uncomfortable tension in the air.
You hug your arms around Joyce.
โThank you, Joyce. I have to go.โ you sigh, clinging to her a little tighter wishing you didnโt have to go. โIโm fine. Iโll be okay, I promise.โ You reassure her, although there was a beat of silence between both of you where you werenโt quite sure if she really believed your words. You werenโt even wholly convinced you believed them yourself.
You nervously slip into the passenger seat of Billyโs camaro, gently closing the door beside you.
โBilly..โ you start.
โ-No! You donโt say anything. You donโt say one word to me. Not a single word, you just sit there and Iโll deal with you when we get home.โ he cuts you off with a stern edge to his gruff voice.
You shrink in on yourself, wringing your hands in your lap as Billy looks over his shoulder to reverse out of the parking lot and begins speeding his way down the road.
His rough hands grip your arm as he hauls you through the front door, dragging you towards the kitchen.
โBilly stop it! Youโre hurting me!!โ
โQuit your whining.โ
In the kitchen he cages you between his body and the countertops, reaching above you to fling open the cabinet doors where you keep all your baking supplies.
As he does the money that you had been stashing away, hiding from him, for months flutters out from behind the plates and dishes.
โWhat the fuck is that, huh?!โ He shouts, glaring at you as he invades your space.
โM-money.โ you mumble quietly, tears beginning to bubble in your lash line.
โYeah, and itโs hidden all over the fuckinโ house too!โ he fumes. โHidden away in cabinets, in drawers, in closets. Money hidden all over MY house!
โIโm sorry.โ you snivel, the tense fear burning in your chest. Months of secretly stashing away little bits here and there, saving up enough money to finally get the chance to get away from Billy, and suddenly itโs all but ripped from underneath you in a matter of moments.
โYouโre hiding all this money from me? After everything Iโve done for you.โ
Billyโs anger turns to almost frustrated sobs as he falls to his knees in front of you, pressing his face into your pregnant belly as he clings to your dress. It shocks you that this is the moment he lays his lips against the curve of your belly, kissing your bump over the scratchy material of your waitressing dress. For months Billy never as much as looked in your direction when you started showing, never once displaying an ounce of interest or love towards the life growing inside you.
โYouโre the only thing I ever loved, Baby. Youโre the only person to ever belong to me.โ he cries as he hangs onto you, his deep voice wavering with emotions. You wished that you could say that you believe his performative upset, but you knew that it was nothing more than that, a performance. A sweeping display of his masculinity and insecurities.
ย โI hate that you were keeping secrets from me. Why were you hiding money all over the house?โ he bubbles out from where heโs still on his knees, clinging to you pathetically. โTell me you were going to surprise me and buy me a present or something. Thatโs why you were hiding money from me.โ
The tears flow down your cheeks, leaving the dark smudge of mascara to gather in your lashes. It takes every last ounce of energy you have to just lie to him about the money.
โYeah, I-I was gonna use it to buy you a present.โย
He cries against your body, still holding on to you.ย
โJust hold me.โ he snivelsย
You oblige him, rounding your arms around Billyโs shuddering frame, because what else could you do? You knew that this whole display of emotions from him was just a way for him to make you feel guilty about wanting a better life for yourself, for wanting something more than this.
You shudder out a shaky breath of your own, steadying your voice before speaking once more.
โTruth is Billy, I was saving that money for the baby.โ you tell him, and at that his face comes out from being buried against your belly, his tear-rimmed, piercing blue eyes looking at you as you continue to speak. โI was going to use it to buy a crib, toys, cute little baby clothes and blankets. Itโs all the money I saved up for the baby.โ
You watch your husband's shoulders physically slump down with relief, that seemed to calm him down enough.
Finally he rises from his knees, and holds your face in his rough hands, kissing you like he needs it for reassurance.
โI want us to be happy together darlinโ"
Dear Baby, if you want to know how we afforded your crib, Iโll tell you. Your crib was bought with the money that was supposed to buy me a new life. Every time Iโm going to lay you down in that crib at night Iโm going to look at you lying there and think about how close I was to getting free of this life, about how I'm stuck like a damn pin in this damn life.
You stand in your front yard, watching on as the delivery men shift the crib in its box into your house.
Billy saunters his way over to you, thumbing through the handful of notes he had in his hands.
โGuess we got a good deal on this crib, Sugar. Iโve got enough money left that I can buy us a video camera, could get a couple of shots of you looking all big and pregnant, film the birth and the baby.โ Then his voice drops to a husky whisper as he leans in close to your ear โand maybe once youโve got your figure back and all, we could make a few naughty home videos,if you know what I mean.โ he winks at you salaciously and you nod your head as if itโs all you can do to stop the shudder that thought sends down your spine.
โThat sounds like a wonderful idea, Billyโ you grimace with a fake smile.
Steve, slides the blood-press cuff up your arm and begins to squeeze the pump, tightening the material around your arm, and as you sit against the rough paper-lined bed in the doctorโs room, you desperately wish away the gnawing pit of sadness sitting deep within you.
โI wish that we could have met under different circumstances.โ you tell him.
โMe too.โ Steve says softly. โI would go anywhere with you. Iโd drop everything in a heartbeat if it meant I could spend my time with you.โ
โI just want something in my life to go the way I want it to for once.โ
ย Steve sees you out the door to his doctorโs surgery, his hand placed comfortably on your lower back as he ushers you down the small few steps outside the door. The things you used to take for granted, things you used to find easy; like walking, became extremely tiring as you neared your due date. Your belly was rounding out in front of you quite considerably, enough to make your gait resemble that of a waddling penguin.ย
You stop for a moment on the final step to catch your breath and thatโs when you feel it. The wet gush that soaks your underwear and slowly drips down your legs from underneath the skirt of your dress.
โY/n, are you okay?โ Steve asks you, his eyebrows knitting together in concern as you stand stock-still next to him.
โDr. Harrington, I do believe my water just broke.โ
Youโre sitting back in the hospital bed, droplets of sweat beading on your furrowed brows as another contraction works its way through your body. Your breaths come out as uneven shudders as the dull pain in your back throbs uncomfortably.
Steve was beside you, holding your hand through it, helping you through the pain but he quickly lets your hand fall from his when a tall, curly-haired blonde man comes sauntering into your birthing room.
โHey, Sweetcheeks.โ
โDr. Harrington, this is my husband, Billy.โ you manage to huff out as the tail end of your contraction eases off.
โOh, hello, Mr. Hargrove.โ Steve stands up to shake Billyโs hand, as the two exchange pleasantries.
โExcuse me Doc, but could you get up out of that seat so I can sit next to my wife?โ he grumbles out.
Steve is immediately muttering out his apologies, as Billy takes his seat and immediately leans in close to kiss you. As he leans in, thereโs a faint smell of alcohol on him, not that he was drunk, youโve seen Billy when he was drunk, this wasnโt that. Heโd probably had a few sly drinks at that bar just around the block from the car dealership where he works.
โI wouldโve bought you a bunch ofย flowers or something, but I got held up at work. You know what the boss is like, always bustinโ my ass for something or other.โ He lies. You know where heโs been, and itโs not the fact that heโs drinking when he should be working, itโs just how easy the lie falls from his lips.
โOh, thatโs fine Billy, I donโt need anything.โ you brush him off, wincing as another contraction pulses through you.
Steve interrupts your less-than-happy moment with Billy to offer some doctorly advice.
โY/n, Iโm going to need you to get as much rest as you can, youโve got a big moment coming up soon, Iโll leave you two to your privacy.โ as he turns his back to give you space. In another world Steve would be the one to hold your hand and support you through your birth, to wipe your brow and kiss your cheeks, telling you that everything is going to be fine. But with Billy here, already glaring at him from your bedside, heโs in no position to want any of these things, no matter how desperately his heart wishes.
โOh, Dr. Harrington..โ you call out to him just as heโs about to leave.
โYes?โ
โI just want to make sure weโre clear on one thing.โย he gives you a nod of his head for you to continue. โI want drugs. I want massive amounts of drugs. I want the maximum legal limit of drugs.โ
Steve smiles that adorably cheeky smile of his.
โAbsolutely, donโt worry, Iโll make sure you get the good stuff.โ he chuckles before turning towards the door. As he opens the door for himself, in walks Joyce, with a kind smile on her face as she makes her way to you.
โJoyce! I thought you were going to be leaving for New York?โ
โI wasnโt about to leave without saying goodbye to my favourite waitress, now was I? Nancy told me you were having your baby, so I thought Iโd drop by and give you this card.โ she says, handing you over a small white envelope. โItโs just a silly card from me, you should probably open it later, when all the fuss is over.โ she says, wrapping her arms around you in a warm hug.
โThank you, Joyce, for everything, I mean.โ you mutter in her ear, holding on a little tighter before she pulls away.
โYouโre going to do great things, Y/n. I know you will.โ and with that she leaves you with Billy by your side to grit your teeth through another sharp-shooting contraction.
Your breathing gets harder as your contractions get shorter and sharper, and you try your best to ignore Billy pushing the video camera in your face in his best attempts to capture โthe wonders of childbirthโ as he had called it.
The sweet older nurse who had administered your epidural pulls Steve aside.ย
โSheโs fully dilated, itโs time for her to start pushing.โ she tells him.
Steve looks over to you kindly, laying a hand on your shoulder.
โOkay, Y/n, you heard her. Nowโs your time to shine.โ
โKeep going Y/n! Youโre almost there!โ Steve encourages as he helps to deliver your baby.
โYouโre squeezing my hand a bit tight there, Darlinโโ Billy winces from beside you, as you grit your teeth through the labour.
You canโt help but glare at him at this moment, the droplets of sweat beading on your furrowed brow.
โKeep pushing! One more big push and baby's going to be here!โย
You bear down in your hospital bed as much as you can squeezing as hard you can, clenching muscles you never even knew you had.
โOne! Two! Three!โ Steve cheers and the room is suddenly filled with the tiny cries of your baby. โItโs a girl!โ
โWell how about that, a baby girl.โ Billy says with a gentle scoff.
โWould you like to cut the cord, Mr. Hargrove?โย
โSure, why not?โ he nods, as though he couldnโt be less interested if he tried. Fucker.
โMrs. Hargrove, would you like to hold your daughter?โ asks the nurse from beside you, where sheโs holding your softly crying baby girl.
All kinds of nerves and emotions and emotions bubble up inside you, and despite it all you nod your head.
โYes please.โ
The nurse hands over the pink bundle of blankets and suddenly you're looking face to face with the most beautiful little baby girl. Her soft cries quieten immediately as soon as sheโs in your arms. Her beautiful eyes are wide and curious, sparkling with life, as she looks back at you.
โHi baby,โ you smile down at her lovingly.
Suddenly with her in your arms it all clicks into place. It all just felt right to finally have your little girl softly snuggled against your chest. Everything else around fades into the background and itโs just you and her in this world together.
โRemember what I said now, donโt you?โ Billy comes into your view, leaning close to your side. โYou promised me that you werenโt going to love this baby more than you loved me, you remember that?โ he chuckles with a light but sneering, callous undertone.
โI donโt love you, Billy.โ You tell him honestly. โI havenโt loved you for years. I want a divorce.โ
Billy laughs uncomfortably.
โI want you the hell out of my life, I never want you to lay so much as a finger on me ever again, I am done with you.โ
โWhat the fuck did you just say to me? Huh, you think youโre so brave all of a sudden, is that what this is, huh?โ but all of Billyโs confrontational shouting falls on deaf ears with you as Steve grabs him by the shoulders, tussling with him slightly before marching him out the delivery room.ย
You smile down at the little bundle softly sleeping in your arms, proudly.ย
โHazel. Thatโs your name, Little baby Hazel.โย
ย โHoney, you gotta wake up.โ Robin nudges your shoulder, gently rousing you from your sleep.ย โWeโve got to get you and your little girl up and out of here.โ
โBillyโs refusing to pay, so theyโre kicking you out.โ Nancy says with a sorry face.
โBut I canโt go home, not when Billy is still there..โ you worry
โSo thatโs why youโre going to come live with me for a little while.โ Nancy interrupts you before you can worry any further. โTake all the time you need to get back on your feet, me and Robin will be here for you and little Hazel every step of the way.โย
โSpeaking of which, where is she? I need to meet my new baby niece.โ Robin says already rushing over to where Hazel lay in her hospital cot in your room. โOh darling, she is so beautiful.โ
โWell, she definitely got her good looks from her mother, thatโs for sure.โ Nancy joins in with a laugh, cooing over Hazel who had been fast asleep through all the commotion.
You leave the two girls to bubble over whoโs going to be Hazelโs new favourite aunt, and all the things that theyโre going to teach her, as you reach for the white envelope on your side table. The one that Joyce had left for you.ย
โTo, Y/N, my favourite waitress, the best baker and a kind friend. For a fresh start. Love, Joyce.โ
Upon opening the card, a small piece of folded up paper flutters out. You unfold it and itโs whatโs written on the piece of paper that has you choking back a shocked gasp.
Itโs a check for $2000,000 addressed to you, along with a message written inside the card.
โYouโre a smart girl, I know youโll look after this place better than anyone. The diner is yours, now go do wonderful things, Darling.โ
Itโs a few years down the line, and Hazel is bouncing happily in her high-chair seat in the colourful diner, gurgling with a smile around a soft mouthful of mashed banana, as you lay out the array of pies for the dayโs customers.ย
Your award for winning first place at the county fairโs bake off proudly displayed on the wall behind you.
The diner is bustling with life, with more customers than ever before.
Laying down the final dish of Coconut Clouds Pie a familiar mess of shaggy hair and soft brown eyes comes up and wraps his strong arms around you, kissing your cheek and picking you up and twirling you around before setting you back down on your feet.
โI love you, Y/n. I truly do, and Iโm so proud of everything you achieved. I count myself as lucky to have someone as wonderful as you in my life. Thereโs not a day that I'm with you that I take for granted.โ Steve mutters as he kisses your lips, gently cupping your face in his hands. โI want you in my life always, you and Hazel, I mean it.โ
โI wouldnโt want it any other way, Doctor Harrington.โ you smile teasingly leaning in to kiss him once more.
And you meant it. Life with Steve and little Hazel was everything that you had ever wanted. You had never felt more safe, secure and loved than in the arms of Steve Harrington. Your own perfectly happy little slice of life.
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Once innocent. Part 5. (Sully family x reader)
Hi! Just a reminder that this is a mini series to show the deeper sides of Y/nโs life BEFORE โThe choreโ :) ๐
โTuk! No!โ I rush in to protect her from the glass. Everything felt so slow, all I saw was Tuk, Iโll take any hit if it meant keeping her safe. But then it all went black.
*y/n โdreamโ*
โY/n?โ I open my eyes โReyโakana? (Rubbing my eyes to get a better look) Reyโakana! W-where have you been? I missed you.โ He embraces my hug and shares my emotions. I began sobbing in his arms unable to hold in any of my emotions โIโm so-โฆ.Iโm so stupid, I-I donโt know what to do.โ He gave me his safe sad look โOh I know that feeling, you know I was making it all up as I went along right? You kept me going. You wanna tell me about what youโre up against?โ I look down at my tiny hands, playing with them. (Reyโakana sees Y/n only in her kid body, not her teenage body!)
โItโs dad. He doesnโt think I can take care of Tuk. Heโs going to take her away. It wasnโt supposed to happen this way I-I- I didnโt mean for it to go this way. I just- Iโm so attached to her, I love her. Sheโs everything to me, sheโs my light and he knows it. Heโs completely fine in taking it away. I canโt keep fighting him anymore, itโs not easy. I canโt go back to him anymore. Maybe he was right, I was a distraction I get people killed.โ Reyโakana looks at her with the most shocked and angered face, soon calming down realizing he should try a different approach. Exhaling a sigh
โOh sunshine, you know you always get like this after arguing with him, after something big. Remember when you argued with him over you hitting that girl for saying something mean?โ I shake my head โyea but thatโs different, I was alone. Now I have Tuk. Iโve realized thatโฆI canโt just keep fighting him, heโs only going to push her awayโ
he takes a moment and looks back out to the forest โโฆitโs harder when you have something to lose. But having her, people you care about? Thatโs a good thing. Sheโs fighting beside you. Because of you.โ I nod my head agreeing. he laughed and said โTo think when I did your hair or taught you survival, I was just following memories from 20 years back. But youโฆYou have a gift of surviving, youโve kept Tuk strong. She looks up to you. Youโre a leader Y/n, a natural. Youโll have the power of a clan one day.โ
I smiled and look up at him โthank you Reyโakana, talking to you just always makes me feel a little bit better.โ He gives a sigh of relief โyou know you didnโt distract me right sunshine? I made it clear that Iโd protect you. If anything, you gave me motivation to keep fighting in wars. Eywa sent you the same gift she gave me. A sweet innocent child. A ray of sunshine. Tuk is your gift. But something tells me Eywa is sending you more. A real chance at life. For you and Tuk. You just need to remain patient. Remember your job Y/n, you made a promise. When you return to Tuk, you tell her all the things you need her to do, give her a simple push to keep going with you. You donโt think it hurt her the same way when she heard her father yelling at the one thing she holds sacred? That girl looks at you as if you were the only one there. You look at her like sheโs the only person youโve ever known. She seeโs it. So when you go back to her Pick it up, and start again. Youโve got a second chance. You could go home. Ignore him, itโs just irrelevant. Iโll only be able to come back once itโs all over Y/n. When you need me again, Iโll be here watching you, holding you while you sleep. You could still be what you want to, what you said you were when I met you. Youโve got a warm heart and beautiful brain, donโt let him take it away.โ I grasp onto him more trying to hold onto our little time left, before he goes but I canโt wait to see him again. Please no.
โIโm not ready to go without you again, please.โ He sighs and hold me tighter before saying โA guardian who has not prepared their โchildโ for their own death has failed as a guardian. I prepared you. Youโve been doing good, just need to come back down. You have prepared Tuk, Iโve seen youโฆbut itโs not your time. Come see me again, when youโre really fine and got both of you out ok? Out and safe.โ I cry into his arms again โOk, oel ngati kameie Reyโakanaโ he smiles and says โOel ngati kameie, Sunshineโ *
I let out a long gasp as I come into reality. โY/N! Oh Y/n, Iโm so happy your ok! Let me get grandmother!โ She rushes out after a quick hug and barley gives me the chance to say anything. I wait patiently, preparing what Iโm going to say, to Tuk, to father. โY/nโฆhow are you? Are you ok? Iโm so sorry that happened my child. You were out for awhile, but you seem to be as good as you could be in this situation.โ Grandmother cleans and checks me up. โYour mother and father are on their way. Sit tight.โ She leaves, with a sympathetic smile on her face. She doesnโt know what happened but she knows it wasnโt right. None of the treatment Y/n received was right. But what could she do? Itโs her daughters child. If she betrays her daughter, she betrays herselfโฆ.
โSunshine, come here, in my arms ok?โ Tuk looks hesitant, almost as if sheโs scared to hurt me. โโฆa-are you sure? Youโre still-โ Y/n cuts her off with a laugh โI donโt care sunshine, I just want to hold you and talk for a minute. Before they come ok?โ Tuk complies and goes to sit in my arms. โThis is just what happens sometimes-โ Tuk shakes her head and says โBut it wasnโt supposed to happen to you!โ I sigh taking in her frustration, itโs valid for her, she wanted to take the hit just as much as I did, but sheโs just a kid.
โMy sunshine, Youโll always be sunshine to me. Look at meโฆYouโre so perfect, how did I get so lucky?โ
She looks at me with tears in her eyes still remembering the fear she felt when she tried to save her sister in the room. How she thought she lost her. โPlease. Donโt be silly right now. Not right now. Please. Stop. Just stop. I thought I lost you, I thought Iโd never see your sweet face again.โ I sigh and close my eyes preparing my speech.
I need this confirmation. I need her to know even if she was scared, she could live without me. I need to know that she wonโt give up. So Iโll talk like itโs my last breath. To make sure itโs heard. โI have a job for you. If and when the time comes for me, I need you to get back home. I need you to sleep in your own hammock, and have friends, and grow tall. Taller than I ever was I hope. I need you to live Tuk. Thatโs your job now. I need to hear you say itโ she looks down, crying before looking up at me securing her promise โOk Y/n thatโs my job nowโ I hold her for the meanwhile while she sleeps, I begin picking glass out of her hair.
โY/n? Oh thank Eywa you are ok.โ Mother rushes in and hugs me. This is uhโฆnew? I just TRY to accept the hug. Father walks in soon after. โY/n, sorry. I never meant to hit you with the glass.โ He didnโt hit me, but he wanted to hit near me. โLet me make this clear. I do not care what you felt you had to do. Or what your intentions were. You are wrong. And I am allowed to be as mad as I can be about it. I do not want to hear your excuses. We both know that the way you hit, how hard it was, the aggravation, next time your intentions are going to be worse and we both know that. Iโm not gonna pick glass out of Tukโs hair again, itโs just not gonna happen. I will be allowed to see Tuk. You OWE me that.โ He still gives me that silently frustrated look. He can keep it. All I need is Tuk. I carry her quietly as I walk out to go home so I can pick more glass out of her hair. Eywa only knows what she felt and saw when I was hit.
*Tukโs Dream*
Heโs yelling at her again. This time, heโs too mean. Heโs always mean to her. I was listening to them argue until I heard him say โYou will not watch Tuk anymore.โ What?! No no no please. I run to get mom to help me stop the argument. Then I run back back to go inside and stop it. As soon as I walked in dad threw a glass handle, headed right to me but it was obviously not intended for meโฆbut for my sister. My mind didnโt process how fast it was, I could just hear her voice
โTuk! No!โ It hit her so bad, she fell to the floor with glass cut into her face. โY/n? Y/n?โ No, no not like this. I whistle out to her crying in between, praying to Eywa to have her whistle back to me. Let me know sheโs ok.
โNo! No! What have you done! Mom help! No Y/n! Youโre gonna be fine, your gonna be ok. Not my sister, please not my sister.โ Mom rushes in โJake, carry her NOW. We have to take her to my mother.โ I run as I follow them, yelling out to Y/n in hopes sheโll wake up and hear me. โY/n! Youโre going to be ok! Iโm right here!โ Then we made it to grandmotherโs and she got to work quick.
I turn to dad ready to speak my mind. Like I was taught. โY/n is hurt because of you. I donโt know why you get so mad at her. But it is not an excuse for you to hurt her. She will never be good enough for you will she?โฆno matter how hard she tries. Sheโll never be strong enoughโฆsheโll never be perfect enoughโฆY/n stopped trying with you because you only saw the worst in her. She loves this family. Youโre the one that doesnโt care. Youโre the one whoโsโฆreckless! She could die because of you.โ I was mad. I will not hide it in order to make him feel comfortable. I hold zero mercy for someone who clearly didnโt care. I walk away towards Y/n, ignoring him calling my name. Ignoring him give me his sad voice and pleads. My heart is still racing. It hurts. Sheโs alive but, nothing will bring me comfort knowing that sheโs not sleeping willingly. She canโt wake up. Sheโs just stuck in transit right now. *
She wakes up scared, screaming my name. โTuk? Itโs ok, itโs ok Iโm right here. Donโt worry Iโm not leaving you. Iโll protect you. Iโm here sunshine.โ She sobs into my arms โI canโt sleep. Let me sleep with you. Please.โ โIโll never deny you sunshine, letโs just clean up first. Weโre dirty right now. Once weโre done we can sleep.โ So we did just that and as we are laying down tuk decides to ask a question โc-can you sing me to sleep? Like when I was a babyโฆIโm just too distracted right now.โ I give a small laugh and agree. We havenโt done this in so long, I missed it. Sheโs getting so big.
โMoonbeams and starlight, magical twilight
The warmest ray, hear it whispering your name
Rainbows at midnight, sparking night skies
Donโt go away, stay another day.โ
I can feel her peacefully sleep and soon I follow herโฆ.
๐!
I tried making this my last part, but I just canโt rush it. I want more sister moments, more ********* moments. Canโt give too much away ๐คญ Hopefully Y/n and Tuk can catch a break soon. ๐
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Hello! May I get some strawberries and possibly some mango with a mai tai (Kidd) and songs 3,4 and 16 from the playlist please! Thank you so much!
hihi ย เฌช(เนโขแดโขเน)เฌ โก i love writing for kidd, heโs so ridiculous all day every day. ty for requesting & i hope you have fun reading ๐๐
1k words (it wasnโt my fault), gn reader (no pronouns), nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff (itโs there somewhere) & smut; feat. kidd & reader in denial bc thatโs how i live my life, a lil fwb except is that all there is~, alcohol, kidd being dumb & thatโs how reader likes him (tbh me too), rough sex (does kidd even know the definition of gentle? no?), kitchen sex, choking, a lil bit of a hand job, idk no real warnings except eustass kidd deserves his own warning bc *motions to him* have u seen that man in action
(if u see spelling errors/grammar mistakes no u didn't ๐)
itโs not goodbye, you remind yourself for the fourth time that night, throat suddenly dry at the thought. the ice in your cup melted a while ago, so you toss the watered-down drink onto the sand before standing up. when eustass kidd insisted on throwing a party, you didnโt think much of it; how quickly you forget that pirates are notorious for their theatrics and kidd isnโt immune to that behavior.
a large bonfire blazes in the middle of the beach, the air warm and sticky; you hate how humid it is and hate that you let the others talk you into drinking. now your hair is tied up, to keep its thickness away from your neck and face, as sweat glides down your skin. without looking back, you leave everyone behind and make the short trek back to your house. youโre determined to shower and call it a night; you doubt your presence will be missed that much.
after downing another shot of tequila, a frown works its way onto kiddโs lips as he stares at the empty shot glass in his hand. heโd meant to just have a few drinks, but he got roped into game after game by his crew mates and he lost track of time.
now youโre gone.
itโs a sobering enough thought that he shoves the glass into wireโs hand, not bothering to explain himself as he goes searching for you. he doesnโt like that you left the party early, and he doesnโt like that heโs a little bit miserable because youโre not with him right now.
itโs foolish to feel that way and equally foolish to want to do something about it. he knows that, but itโs not enough to make him turn back around.
when he finds your backdoor unlocked โ a nasty habit that he canโt believe you refuse to correct โ a small wave of irritation surrounds him. you didnโt bother locking the door because you knew heโd eventually make his way over โ you assumed it would be much later, but kidd is always unpredictable.
and because heโs incapable of stealth when heโs annoyed, you hear him rummaging through your kitchen. you stand in the doorway, hands on your hips as you watch him eat several pastries in a row.
the manโs stomach is an abyss, youโre quite sure of it now.
โthere are plates, yโknow,โ you say lightly, a teasing smile sliding onto your face with ease, โand napkins too.โ since itโs obvious kidd has no home training whatsoever. he doesnโt see what the fuss is, but he knows it drives you crazy when he does that โ which is possibly why he keeps doing it.
โdidnโt feel like using them.โ
his answer should annoy you, but it doesnโt; if anything, it just makes you smile again, a little sadly this time. it doesnโt go unnoticed by kidd, however, who narrows his eyes at you.
โwhy do you keep leaving that door unlocked?โ
you blink a few times, confusion briefly taking hold of you before you realize heโs serious. โyou ask me that all the time,โ you counter and walk over to him, voice airy as you decidedly stuff the rest of your complicated feelings for him into a tiny box. โand what do i always say?โ you place your hands on his chest โ soft and gentle, which only annoys him even more.
because you like to do that โ touch him like you care, like you enjoy his presence. his mind likes to play tricks on him, so he refuses to believe it; except itโs hard to tell the truth from fiction when he leans down to kiss you. all those pesky, bothersome thoughts coast to the back of his mind when you lick a bit of powdered sugar from his lips.
when he kisses you again, a different kind of heat passes through you, making you press closer, practically melting against him when his tongue caresses yours. itโs in between sloppy tongue kisses that he asks you to come with him โ the decision is rash, and he hasnโt thought it through all the way, but the idea of you staying behind only pisses him off.
your heart beats a little too loudly at the prospect of leaving home and going off with him, but your answer is lodged in your throat, unable to come out no matter how badly you want to tell him yes.
he knows how deep your stubbornness goes, so naturally heโs just going to have to help you make the right decision. when he hoists you onto the counter, you unzip his pants with hurried movements and kidd groans softly as you start stroking him. you like the luxury of having your own place, but you know youโll be lonely when kidd leaves โ more unpleasant feelings that you canโt seem to keep hidden.
you wrap your legs around him as he inches his cock inside of you โ slowly, at first, before he pulls back and snaps his hips forward, thrusting roughly. your lips are on his again, fingers sifting through his hair as he fucks you harder.
โcome with me,โ he insists again and again, you shake your head and keep your lips pressed together because you know youโre so close to saying otherwise. he clicks his tongue and he grabs your throat so you can look at him. โwhy?โ
you wish heโd let this go โ but a small, much more selfish part of you is glad heโs pressing the issue. โbecauseโฆโ you gasp and moan when he squeezes your neck as he gives you short, brutal strokes. kiddโs stamina is unrivaled; he fucks you like heโs trying to break the counter, nearly forgetting himself and his brute strength. he eases up a bit and releases his hold, but youโre panting when you speak again.
โw-what if you get tired of me?โ your voice is quiet, but he hears you perfectly clear.
kidd rolls his eyes before tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. โis that all?โ a ridiculous fear, but he canโt really judge you, now, can he? kidd fixes you with a pointed look, one that says be serious. he almost admits that he could never be tired of you, not even if he tried.
you want to tell him that youโre being very serious, but donโt get the chance as his cock hits a spot that has you babbling incoherently at him. kidd laughs out loud because knows what your answer really is; heโs just going to keep fucking you until you can say it with conviction.
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'Secret In Your Heart' Collection Event
William Rex
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A party was to be held at the palace and many important members of high society were invited, making it an opportunity to interact with prominent political figures.
While playing with my hair on the bed, Will told me that he was invited.
William: Such events only look glamorous on the surface. But under that facade, theyโre a mix of love, hatred, and plots.
William: Iโm worried about whether youโll be able to survive.
Kate: You will also be in danger, right?
Kate: In that case, I don't have the option to refuse attendance.
William: โฆ Fufu, youโre a brave knight.
Kate: I canโt allow anyone to steal my precious King away from me.
โฆ
And thatโs why I attended the party on high alert.
I paid close attention to the hidden motives behind the peaceful conversations around me, while maintaining a smile on my face.
Sharp-Eyed Gentleman: Earl Rex โ you should take good care of your valuables.
William: โฆ Thank you for the piece of advice. May you not lose anything as well.
Will exchanged words with a gentleman who approached him while passing by.
The gentleman walked away after shooting as a meaningful glance, Will then leaned towards me and whispered in my ear.
William: Do you understand what he meant?
Kate: โฆ Iโm guessing that he meant โif we let our guards down, both of us will have something precious to us stolenโ.
William: Youโve gotten better at understanding irony. Your answer is mostly correct.
William: Howeverโฆ this matter concerns someone else.
Kate: Huhโฆ?
William: What do you think is precious to me?
(Something precious to Willโฆ)
Kate: โฆ Freedom?
William: โฆ Pfft, ahahaha
William: Indeed, youโre right, Kate.
William: Keep an eye on me so my freedom won't be taken away.
(My response was probablyโฆ incorrect.)
(What could be โvaluableโ to Williamโฆ? Heโs not the type of person who gets attached to material things.)
While I was deep in thought about it, there was some bustling coming from the table a little distance away from us.
(What?)
I reflexively hid Will behind my back.
Sharp-Eyed Gentleman: Ugh, Urghโฆ!?
The gentleman suddenly turned pale and left the venue.
Kate: โฆ Whatโs going on?
William: Nowโฆ
William: Do you see what he "left behind"?
โฆ
Kate: Sighโฆ Iโm glad nothing happened in the end.
A sudden wave of tiredness washed over me when we returned to the castle, and I plopped myself down onto the bed.
William: Yeah. โNothing happenedโ, indeed.
(... Hm?)
Kate: Are you trying to imply something?
William: โฆ I forgot how sharp your instincts have become.
Kate: What is it? Did something actually happen?
William: Nothing. All I did was protect whatโs precious to me.
Kate: Protectโฆ? Are you saying that something was targeted?
William: Yeah. My adorable, lovely, shield.
Kate: โฆ Me?
William: You should be prouder of yourself than this, Kate.
William: Whenever you hear the question โwhatโs precious to me (William)โ, your immediate answer should be that itโs you.
Kate: What do mean byโฆ I was being targeted? When? By who?
William: The man who told me to โtake care of my valuablesโ.
William: For quite some time, heโs been going around expressing his displeasure about me being in Her Majestyโs favour.
Kate: Then why did he turn pale and leave in a hurryโฆ?
William: When he passed by, I did a little something to the glass he was holding.
(Whaโฆ)
William: Ah, it's nothing that will put his life in danger.
William: However, because he left in the middle of an important party, he lost his reputation.
Will made an unbelievable revelation.
(I thought that I was protecting himโฆ but he was actually protecting me.)
Moreover, he went as far as to spike that manโs drink with some drug without even laying a finger on him.
William: Haven't I told you before that I will protect you from anyone and anything that targets โyouโ?
William: I played a little prank on the fool who objectified my lover and so carelessly declared that he wanted to steal her from me.
I was happy to know that he was protecting me from harm.
It could've been fatal if he were to make a mistake in the drug dosage, what he did was so extremeโฆ but it was easy to brush off that guilt.
Kate: You did that without it being part of an official missionโฆ wonโt you be in trouble if it's found out that you were the culprit?
There was a flame of mischief burning in Willโs red eyesโ
William: Yeah. Thatโs why the truth is a secret between us.
He held an index finger over his lips with a bewitching smile.
Kate: โฆ Youโre evil.
William: What, you didn't already know?
I couldn't contain my laughter at his total lack of remorse.
Kate: Fufu, I knew.
Kate: Thank you for protecting me, Will.
William: Shhhโฆ I told you itโs a secret.
Kate: No one but you can hear me right now. โฆ Should I say that even louder?
William: โฆ And if I choose to take that as youโre indirectly asking for a kiss?
Instead of giving him a verbal response, I put my arms around his neck.
And everything that happened afterwards was a secret between the two of us.
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Roy/Jamie fic idea: Just listened to " The Other Side" by Ruelle and it just got be wanting a fic where one of them gets a life-threatening scare, like almost dying in a car wreck of coughing up blood and needing to get tested. The other is losing his damn mind with worry. They don't wanna know what it's like to live without the other, what kind of empty life that would be. Que wanting to finally get married, have kids together, hell get a dog and the whole nine yards!
Aww okay I love it
Jamie saw it on the news. He didnโt even get a text. Or a call. The fucking reporter for channel 6 told him.
Roy was in a crash.
A really bad one.
Not his fault, his car flipped twice. Theyโre saying heโs in the hospital. Got fucking flew there in a helicopter.
Jamie realizes he dropped the plate he was holding. Thereโs glass all over the floor. Hell thereโs blood running down his hands. His phone starts ringing, he practically rips it out of his pocket. โHello?โ
Itโs a womanโs voice that responds, โyes hello, Jamie Tartt? Youโre Roy Kentโs emergency contact. Heโs been in an accident. Heโs out of surgery now. We couldnโt find your number for a while.โ
Jamie collapses to the floor. โIโll be right there.โ She hums and hangs up. Jamie canโt breathe.
He runs to the car faster then heโs ever run before.
โโโโโ
When Jamie finally sees Roy heโs awake. Covered in blood and a cast on his arm but awake. Heโs sitting in a hospital bed.
Jamie freezes in the doorway. He canโt move.
โBaby?โ
Jamie letโs put a shaky sob. He slowly walks forward and touches Royโs face. Roy leans into his hand like a cat, kisses the palm of Jamieโs hand. โIโm okay. Itโs okay.โ
Jamie drops like a puppet with its strings cut. He collapses into the chair next to the bed. Heโs sobbing. Jamie doesnโt know if he can hold onto Roy any tighter.
Roy leans forward and pulls at Jamie until he gets the idea. He gently crawls into bed with Roy.
Jamie presses a kiss to Royโs shoulder. He gets an annoyed noise and Roy grabs his face and fully kisses him. Itโs probably not an appropriate kiss for a hospital but Roy almost died. Jamie thinks itโs fair.
โโ
โI canโt ever leave you again.โ
Jamie blinks at Roy. Itโs a week after the accident. Theyโve talked a bit. Theyโre in bed for the night, Royโs arm on a pillow and Jamie curled under the other one. โWhat do you mean? You never left me?โ
Roy sighs. He has a serious face. He kisses Jamieโs nose. โI want more with you. A dog. Another cat. I wanna call you my husband.โ
Jamie grins at Roy. Before he can say anything Roy keeps going. โWanna be able to tell people, โoh yeah thatโs my husband Jamieโโ
Roy isnโt looking at Jamie. He canโt. Thereโs a lot of things he canโt do right now.
Jamie presses a kiss to his neck. And tucks his head into Royโs shoulder. โIf weโre naming things we want.. I want to be able to tell a kid to go and find their other dad. Or like ask your dad.โ
Roy sits up straight. He pulls Jamie with him so theyโre sitting across from each other. โYou wanna have a kid with me?โ Jamie laughs. He canโt help it. โI wanna do everything with you.โ Roy yanks him into an aggressive kiss. He canโt help it. God he loves this man.
โIโve got a ring in the drawer. Was my grandfatherโs. Want to melt it down and put half in my ring and half in yours.โ Jamie has tears in his eyes. โIโd love that.โ
โI love you.โ
Jamie kisses Roy again. โLove you too.โ
Thereโs a beat of silence and they lay back down.
โCan we get another cat tomorrow.
Roy letโs put a sigh. He knew that one would come back to bite him. โYeah. Course we can.โ
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Love in the Big City Part 3: Kylie Recontextualizes Everything
I have waffled all week about what to write about this chapter. There have been some great essays about HIV and the stigma in Korea by @stuffnonsenseandotherthings here, as well as how antiretrovirals and pre-exposure prophylactics work and when they were available from @wen-kexing-apologist here. This context was all critical to understand everything Young doesnโt talk about in this section of the book.ย
Iโve been stuck on so many parts of this section of the book. The way stigma holds people back from care, from maintenance, from life-saving treatment and knowledge, from understanding their condition and preventing them unnecessarily from living a full life, which @doyou000me had me thinking about with their comments about Youngโs coping mechanisms of minimization and emotional distance that possibly worked in conjunction with the Korean government healthcare policies and social stigma to keep Young from being informed about his own condition. The way Young holds himself back from happiness, and how itโs so heartbreaking to watch him open up to it slowly in this section and then, as @my-rose-tinted-glasses wrote , he let the shame and self-loathing take control again. The way this relationship feels so real; @lurkingshan wrote so eloquently on how this section describes the details of a relationship as it started to settle. The relationship with Hyung was entirely ephemeral, in the liminal period of time between when Young was visiting his mother in hospital and before everything opened again for the day. There is so much that Young and Hyung never talked aboutโmore than was obvious in chapter 2, because he never told Hyung about Kylie. In contrast, as @bengiyo pointed out, his relationship with Gyu-Ho started with honesty and was rooted in the physical presence of their apartment, which as a beautiful metaphor was grounded and improved slowly over time through the work they put into it but was also too small for them.ย
I keep thinking about how Part 3 is bookended by Young disappointing Gyu-Ho with his absence. How he leaves him at the airport both times, thinking heโs doing Gyu-Ho a favour actuallyโhe characterizes Gyu-Hoโs trip to Japan without him as much more fun, and he imagines Gyu-Hoโs future in Singapore will be better. In both cases, Gyu-Ho was only going because of Young, because Young wanted to, and Young planned it. But our narrator cannot get past seeing himself as something that brings Gyu-Ho down, and so he sabotages his own future. I feel for Gyu-Ho, being shepherded onto a plane alone when he was envisioning his future with the man he loved. It must have been devastating to be pushed away.ย
This is not related to anything but I just love the detail of Youngโs split lip and how he tastes blood when he kisses Gyu-Ho while drunk at the club and not yet knowing his name, and then panics, and we as readers donโt yet know why. Brilliant storytelling.ย
I canโt stop thinking about how this reveal recontextualizes everything in parts 1 and 2. How the โincident that earned me a medical dischargeโ means Kylie was already in Youngโs life as he took the engineering student he was seeing with him to get an STD check; as he was screamed at by an ex who prophesied that Young would get sick from being promiscuous and called him a โdirty rag that could never be cleanedโ, which Young took with stoicism. I loved @bengiyo โs observation in his post linked above that Kylieโs presence likely coloured his reaction to Jaehee outing him to her fiance.ย
Kylie was present as he watched his coffee be stolen by Hyung, when he thought about introducing Hyung to his mother, while he was wrestling with how Hyung (and, I think the narration makes clear, how he) was ashamed at how Young couldnโt โpassโ and was โobviously gayโ, when he choked Hyung in his motherโs kitchen and it was seeing his tears on Hyungโs face that made Young let go. Kylie was part of him when he drank pesticide and tried to die, while he sat by his motherโs sickbed and had her head in his lap in the park, when he said โdisease can turn anyone into a completely different personโ, when he said he would โhope that she would die without having known.โย
Mostly, my brain keeps getting stuck on how familiar Young is to me. His choices, his self-loathing, his refusal to take anything seriously because at his core heโs terrified of facing what his reality means. And that fear ironically gets in the way of him understanding that his reality is not as scary as he thinks it is. He functions like he has to be alone, and so much of that comes from his internalized homophobia and his HIV diagnosis. Heโs been told heโs dirty, something to be cleaned but irreparable, by so many people in different ways through his life. The man he claims as his greatest love barely even liked him as a person, and didnโt fully know him. I think thatโs why he was able to feel more fully with Hyung, because in a way that relationship felt safer..Gyu-Ho, the person who knew all of him, and who wanted to build a life together with that complete and full knowledge of him, must have been terrifying, and Iโm not surprised it felt easier to push him away than to fight for their future together. But it breaks my heart.ย
Thereโs something rattling in my head about the T-aras that I donโt really know how to get out onto the page. In this chapter itโs revealed that the T-aras have been around the whole time, but they werenโt mentioned in parts 1 and 2. I think the fact that Youngโs life feels more rounded, filled in with other people, and rich, than in parts 1 and 2 speaks to his emotional state in this part, as well as to how his time with Gyu-Ho wasnโt obsession but was more grounded in the mundane and the everyday. The T-aras themselves feel like familiar friends. Like with Hyung and JaeHee (at first), Young is drawn to people who he can remain emotionally distant from and who remain emotionally distant from him. People who will buy the story of โruptured discโ for why he left military service early. People who joke about being poz and wonโt ask questions and who hear the news about his new boyfriend as an โinโ to their favourite club. People who donโt take things seriously (or in Hyungโs case take things so seriously that Young canโt take him seriously). I was so glad to find out they existed because up to this point Young felt so isolated most of the time, with his world circling around one obsession in each part. But he had the T-aras the whole time; Iโm choosing to read this as he just didnโt hold their importance to him in the same way in parts 1 and 2. As was already clear in the narrative but this makes even more obvious, Youngโs isolation is not only self-inflicted but itโs in some ways a lie he tells himself to feel safer. He has friends, he just refuses to acknowledge their presence or importance, or to let them in to be more important, because he is so braced for being rejected for core parts of him that cannot be excised.
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Hii I was wondering if I could get a crack fic where itโs Wanderer (blue scara if you still didnโt know) x fem!reader but the reader can eat a lot of spicy food but he canโt bc he pulled a factory reset on himself so heโs rlly shocked when reader eats spicy food bc he canโt even get past normal spice
prompt โง spicy!
character โง wanderer/scaramouche ??
warnings โง gn!reader cus i didnโt know how to make reader fem? , crack, use of scaras real name once (kuni), spicy food
a/n โง iโve been meaning to write for wanderer version of scara but i just havenโt yet, BUT NOW I AM! thank you for this cute request, i love it
scaramoucheโs face morphed into confusion when he saw the stand you had suggested the two of you eat at. it was a joint with mostly spicy food, which he did not like, and he assumed you didnโt either.
โitโs all spicy food you know.โ he replied, dismissing the idea and looking for somewhere else to eat. but his eyes snapped back to your form when you answered.
โi know, cmon!โ you tugged on his hand that was intertwined with yours and led him towards the stand. he was making a sour face as you dragged him along.
โuhmโฆ are you sure?โ he asked, clearly trying to get you to change your mind. he refused to tell you he couldnโt handle anything spicy to save his life.
โof course, one of my favorite dishes is served here.โ you were smiling, clearly eager and excited to get served the delicious food. scaramoucheโs stomach dropped at your statement. you liked spicy food? since when?!
the dread still lingered strong in his stomach once the two of you got seated. he looked over every dish on the menu, but he deemed everything too hot for him. he knew if he ate anything from here heโd sputter and choke, being forced to down his glass of water. heโd never live it down if you found out how much he despises these types of foods.
โwhat are you gonna order, kuni?โ when his eyes met yours, he saw the excitement inside them. he didnโt want to ruin your fun just because of his silly food preferences.
โhow about i just pick off your plate? iโm not that hungry.โ he shrugged, lazily gesturing his hand at you. of course, he had zero intentions of actually eating anything in this establishment.
your brows furrowed, โare you sure?โ he nodded, easily convincing you that he wasnโt eating simply because he wasnโt hungry and not at all because he canโt bare to stomach these types of dishes. when your ordered food finally arrived at the table, he cringed. he could smell the spice from his seat across from you, it made his nose scrunch and eyes slightly water. but those watery eyes soon widened with shock as you easily dug into the borderline toxic food.
he sat and watched you eat without a single reaction or sip of water. how the hell? scaramoucheโs eyes were trained on your face, searching for even a slight color difference to show that you werenโt as immune to this dish as you let on. yetโฆ nothing, he saw nothing that indicated that your mouth was burning in discomfort.
once you realized he was just staring at you and not eating, you raised your eyes to look at him. his look of astonishment made you smile. you poked your fork into a piece of the dish before holding it out to him.
โhere, have a bite.โ your smile was gentle and made butterflies erupt in his stomach. how could he say no? it probably wasnโt that spicy, seeing your lack of reaction. he hesitantly opened his mouth to bite the food off your fork. however, as soon as he felt the bite hit his tongue, his mouth erupted with a burning sensation. on instinct, he opened his mouth and let the piece drop onto a napkin before grabbing his drink. his cheeks were tinted pink and his face was morphed into a pained expression.
you didnโt mean to laugh, really, but he just looked so funny having a coughing fit over a tiny bite. you certainly didnโt expect him to have such a low tolerance to spice, he really shouldโve said something! a glare was shot your way as soon as your giggles met his ears.
โsoโฆ you donโt like spicy food i assume?โ you teased, voice pleasantly amused. he scoffed in response, opting to keep the ice cube he had fished out from his cup pressed to his tongue. archons, he was so embarrassed.
โalright well let me finish this, then we can go get you some food you like.โ you reasoned, trying to cheer him up. you got a sigh and a mumbled, โfine,โ from him. while you finished off the dish, he watched you, silently wondering how someone could possibly eat that and like it. once you were done, you sent him a smile and a wink.
โletโs go. nothing spicy this time, i promise.โ
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Unexpected Visitor
Ro Styles x Harry Styles x Grayson Hart
Summary: the one visitor Ro wasnโt expecting at her door this afternoon was someone she hadnโt heard from in yearsโฆ
Warnings: mentions of abusive parents, drug addiction etc
A/N: welcome a new guest to the blogโฆand some backstory on Roโฆwhich is personal to me, enjoy โค๏ธโ๐ฉน
Anytime she thought back to that farmhouse there were moments where she remembered the sun, and others where she remembered the broken glass, the screaming, shouting and endless torment from the two people who were supposed to raise her. When she made it out her heart broke for Grayson, or Gray as she called him, her brother who was almost twenty years younger than her, adopted into the family by her parents which looking back on it was the worst idea they could have made. Not because she didnโt love Gray but because he was still stuck at home without her to protect him. Grayson would be about 19 by now, and she hadnโt heard from him since she left that board and batten farmhouse.
โHarry will you check the dryer love, I think itโs done now!โ She called out to her husband who was in the kitchen
โYeah, one sec!โ He responded and walked out of the room just as there was a knock at the door
Ro wasnโt sure who it could be, her mind too filled with the loss of Violet and the thoughts that plagued her mind about her brother and the house she fought her life to get away from. She still had the scars to prove many battles and the wounds that tainted her heart at the abuse sheโd suffered throughout the years. When the drugs and alcohol came into play, everything only got worse.
She made her way over to the front door and opened it, her eyes widening as she stared at Grayson, he looked older, more mature but still the same sweet eyes heโd always had
โGrayson!?โ
The teenager smiled nervously
โHi Rueโฆ.โ
Rue her real name, not the nickname many had given her over the years, and man did it feel good to hear him say it
โOh my god!โ She exclaimed pulling him into her as they held onto each other tightly, two missing souls having by some miracle came back to one another
โI-I thought Iโd never see you a-again!!!โ
When they pulled away Grayson nodded
โIโve been looking for you for so long, I got out of the house last year when I turned 18โฆand I havenโt stopped lookingโ
Pulling the boy inside Rue closed the door, before Harry appeared at the bottom of the stairs
โGrayson?โ
โHey Harโ
Harry was the next to bring him in for a hug, the two of them had always gotten along before heโd helped you escape your families hold on you, it was almost like a huge reunion between the three of you.
โIโm so glad youโre okayโฆ.where have you been?โ
The three of them moved to the living room and sat down, Grayson sitting right next to Rue as she wiped her eyes
โIโve been sleeping in my carโฆI took a bit of money from dad and just ran..โ
Harry and Rue looked between each other as he continued to keep telling the story of how he left the farm in Canada behind and drove to Boston, having kept up with the blog it felt like heโd been apart of the family this whole time.
โI guess then what Iโm asking isโฆcan I stay with youโฆplease until I um figure out what to doโฆ.just I canโt go without you anymore Rueโ
Harry nodded as Rue smiled
โOf course, absolutely you stay with us as long as you needโฆ.weโre moving back to London in a few weeks but come with usโฆI donโt want you out of my sight again eitherโฆโ
In that moment the brother and sister held each other tightly as Grayson finally let himself relax, he didnโt need to run anymore, he was home and he was safe.
Rue never let anything happen to Gray then, and she wouldnโt now. He was home.
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Protector (Breath of Life Part 4)
Summary: No matter what, fathers will always be there for their sons
Notes: Might have references and touches of โNightmareโ, a shortfic I wrote about two months ago. Anywho....enjoy
Beep, beep......the tiny heart monitor blipped away
โAugust,โ Bob murmured as he stroked the dark blonde tufts of hair on your sonโs hair, sniffing back the tears that dripped from his eyes. โHold on.....just a little while longer.....hold on for me and Mama.โ
Beep, beep.......fainter than before.
Bobโs lips gently brushed the crown of Augustโs head, his chest growing tight as the beep of Augustโs heart monitor grew fainter.......until......
Bob could hear himself frantically crying out for Auggie, the babyโs tiny cries tearing and clawing at his heart, unable to do anything for him. He was practically screaming Augustโs name until his throat was hoarse.ย
โAUGGIE!!!! AUGGIE!!!โย ย
He couldnโt see him, not in that hazy, red and black nightmarish void. Bob kept calling his sonโs name, but to no avail.
The flatline reached his ears, loud and shrill........
โNOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!โ
Bob snapped awake with a loud gasp, his heart racing at a dangerous pace and an awful, freezing sweat running down the back of his neck as he ran his shaky hands through his hair. A few tears dripped from his eyes, his lower lip and chin trembling, unable to keep the shuddering sob inside.ย
He hardly heard the tiny cries coming from Auggieโs crib at the foot of the bed until he snapped out of it and realized his and (y/n)โs son was there......and alive.ย
Bob threw aside the bedcovers and made his way to the crib, sticking his glasses right on the bridge of his nose to see better in the dark. He stripped off his yellow-orange shirt and carefully lifted Auggie out of his crib, bringing him to his chest the way (y/n) had showed him how. God Bob wished she didnโt have to go and get the others at the airport. He hated sleeping without her.
โShhhhh, Auggie......Auggie itโs ok,โ Bob croaked, more tears dripping from his eyes as he tried to rock his tiny son back to sleep.ย โItโs ok.....Daddyโs here, Daddyโs got you.โย
Bob still felt the tightness of his panic, needing to get outside and get some fresh air. Out to the back porch he went, carefully seating himself in the porch rocker with a blanket wrapped tight around Auggie. The ocean roared in the distance, crashing onto the shores while a warm breeze blew in from the west. Every time Bob looked up at the stars, he counted down the hours when the rest of Dagger Squad would be home from Bethesda and when (y/n) would be bringing them back from the airport.ย
He wanted so badly to just shake off the nightmare, but the intensity had shaken him to his core. He and (y/n) had almost lost Auggie, the fear of the moment still lingering on his mind like a disease.ย
The storm door to the porch creaked open just a minute later as Joe graced his son with his presence and a freshly rolled joint hanging loosely from his pencil thin lips.ย โHey Dracula,โ Joe greeted.ย โWhat are you doing up? Itโs the Witching Hour.โย
Joe took one look at his sonโs face, quickly noticing the thousand-yard stare that had entered Bobโs eyes.ย โBobby?โ he said.ย โRobby talk to me, whatโs going on?โย
โI.......I canโt I.......I donโt know how.....โย
Joe tucked the joint behind his ear and knelt right next to the porch rocker.ย โBob, people only go quiet like that when somethingโs on their minds. Iโm not gonna leave you alone till you tell me whatโs wrong.โย
Bob shifted a little, his arms still protectively encircled around Auggie.ย โWe almost lost Auggie once,โ Bob explained, trying to hold back his tears.ย โI donโt wanna lose him Dad.....Iโm terrified weโre gonna lose him if something goes wrong.โย
โHey, hey,โ Joe said, snaking his arm around Bobโs shoulders.ย โI get it. After your Mom died I swore Iโd lay down my life for you if I needed to. When I heard your name called at the Top Gun graduation, all I could think was,ย โIrene, Iโd lay down my life for Bob, but for Godโs sake donโt let it come to that. Every time you and the rest of the squad go on a mission I canโt help but think that.โ
Bob knew his father better than anybody. It took serious balls for someone like Joe to admit that.ย
โAuggie will be fine,โ Joe promised him.ย โHis Mimiโs lookin out for him....I know that much.โย
Bob wiped away a few stray tears from his eyes.ย โThanks Dad.โย
โNo problem Robby,โ Joe answered.ย โYou know, I was gonna smoke this but it can wait till after sunrise.โย
โCan you do me one favor though?โ Bob asked.ย โCan you hold Auggie for a minute or two? (y/n) said sheโd text me when Rooster, Hangman and the others get in.โ
โSure, pass him off.โย
Bob carefully lifted August and placed him in Joeโs hands before going back into the house. Joe couldnโt help but laugh a little, his grandson practically disappearing in the crook of his arms.
โWeโve gotcha little man,โ he whispered.ย โYour Daddy, your mom and Papa.โย
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lifesteal incorrect quotes
Clownpierce : It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.
Branzy: Okay.
Ashswag: It's fucking summer.
Zam: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like 'look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I'm losing.'
Don: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.
Pangi, seeing a banana on the car seat: What the FUCK??
Pangi, buckling the banana up: Fucking buckle UP, it's the LAW!
Branzy: We're friends, right, Rek?
Rek: Normally, I'd say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere and I don't like it.
Pangi: You-! What the fuck are you doing here?!
Zam: What the hell do you mean? This is my house! Pangi: WHAT?!
Spoke : [creeping behind Parrot to stab him]
Parrot, loudly : I hope no one is about to attack me from behind because I'm thinking about making cookies later.
Spoke pausing :
Spoke : ...what kind?
Bacon: Hello? plant, where on earth are you?
Plant: (on the phone) I waved to a man because I thought he was waving at me. Apparently, he was waving to the guy behind me. So to get out of the awkward situation, I kept my hand up so a taxi pulled over and drove me to the port. I am now in Kazimierz . I should be home by Thursday.
Bacon: Wait, wha-
Yeahjaron: Understandable, have a nice day.
Chief: You're unbelievable, Branzy.
Branzy: What do you mean? I got you guys what you wanted.
Rek: We wanted ice cream.
Branzy: No, you said you wanted, and I quote, "cones," so I got you cones.
Chief: Cones with ICE CREAM in them.
Branzy: Well it's not my fault that you didn't specify.
Rek: WHY WOULD WE ASK FOR JUST CONES?
Branzy: I DON'T KNOW BUT THAT'S WHAT YOU ASKED FOR.
Clownpierce: *is carrying all the groceries*
Branzy: *holds out hand to help*
Clownpierce: * moves all the groceries to one hand to hold Branzy's hand*
Parrot: "Why the fuck are so many people here? I thought this place was meant to be a secret?"
Vortex: "It was, unfortunately somebody couldn't keep their god damn mouth shut!"
Spoke: "I said I was sorry!"
Vortex: i have decided that i am in fact a snack. people are just not hungry.
Parrot, under his breath: i'm fucking starving.
Spoke: I think we can all agree I'm the ten amongst these threes.
Spoke: The candy I'm about to eat is partially unwrapped. So, if I pass out or start saying weird shit, I've probably been either drugged or poisoned. Wish me luck, guys
PrinceZam: I bet ten bucks that shit is drugged Vortex: Twenty bucks and I say it's poisoned
ย Parrot: You will both owe me your lives if he ends up in the hospital
Spoke: How long do you think it'll take?
Parrot: I don't know, three or four.
Spoke: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months?Parrot: Yeah, maybe five.
Spoke: Five what?!
Parrot: "...Please tell me you have a spare key."
Vortex: "...That was the spare key.
Spoke: The floor is lava!
Clownpierce : *helps Branzy onto the counter*
Vortex: *kicks Parrot off the sofa*
Parrot: *lays on the floor*
Spoke: ...Are you okay?
Parrot: No.
Spoke, trying to comfort Parrot: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.
Vortex: How did you break your nose?
Parrot: Do you see that glass door?
Vortex: Yes.
Parrot: I didn't.
Parrot: *Starts dying*
Vortex: QUICK CALL 911!
Spoke: What's their number??
Parrot: *Temporarily stops dying* WHAT'S THEIR NUMBER? REALLY?!
Parrot: You saved me. I owe you my life.
Vortex: No thanks. I've seen it and I'm not very impressed.
Parrot: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?
Vortex: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.
Parrot: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you.
Vortex: But I heard a siren.
Parrot: That was Spoke.
Vortex, (rolling down the car window): What seems to be the problem, officer?
Parrot: Get the FUCK out of my car
Spoke, waking up from ย coma: Oh hey, guys. What time is it?
Parrot: It's about 2am. Are you hungry?ย
Spoke: Oh, cool. I'm up for some toast.
Vortex: ...
Spoke, giggling: Hey Vortex, why can't a koala be a bear?
Vortex, reading a book: Because they're marsupials
Spoke: bECaUse THey'Re mArsUPiaLS
Parrot: NO! It's because they don't have the right koalafacations
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