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freedomfireflies · 3 months

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I Love You*

Summary: The second part to Yellow* and One for the Money*

The one where you tell Mr. Styles you love him and you wonder if he'll say it back.

Word Count: 3k

Content Warning: 18+, smut, blow job, multiple orgasms, brief Daddy kink, Sir kink

I love you.

Three little words that feel so big in such a small room.

Mr. Styles remains still. Unmoving. So quiet, you wonder if you actually said the words aloud or if you only thought them.

But you can feel his heart racing. Can hear the subtle hitch in his breath as the seconds tick by. And you know, undoubtedly, that he heard you.

You clear your throat. “You don’t…you don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know.”

There’s another long lull between your admission and his response. He shifts in your arms before finally he finally nods once.

And that suffices as his reply.

Truth be told, you feel relieved. You aren’t even sure why you said it at all, much less now. And after such an intimate scene. Especially when you knew he most likely wouldn’t say it back.

But you don’t blame him for that. Mr. Styles has never been the overly romantic, affectionate type. You don’t expect that to change just for you. You’re happy with the relationship you have. You like that you stay at his apartment more than your own. You like that he dedicates his free time to you. And you like that you work together and play together.

He’s more than just your partner and your boss. He’s…yours.

“Sir?” you whisper, and you feel his hand tighten around yours. “Are you all right?”

He nods again. Quickly. Strained. “I’m fine, Peach. Are you?”

You nod, too. “Mhm. I’m better now. Promise.” A beat. “Could we start the scene again?”

He lets out a sigh and finally looks up to catch your eye. “Maybe later. We’ll see.”

You pout and feel that anxious twist in your stomach return. You don’t want to end this moment on a sour note. The note where you had to safe word and make him stop only to tell him you love him and surely freak him out. You want to go back. Start it all over again. Do it right.

He notices your frown and tilts his head. “Peach,” he warns. “Don’t.”

“But—”

“I said we’ll see,” he repeats sternly. “If you’re good, I’ll consider it. But if you want to argue with me, you can sit here, achy and dripping, with nobody to touch you.”

You bite back a whine. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He pats your hip. “I’ve got a few more emails to answer before dinner. If I go, will you be all right until I’m done?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He takes hold of your chin. Firm. “I want your honesty.”

“You have it.”

He hesitates. There’s a tension here, between you. An unspoken strain and an edge you’d give anything to smooth out.

You can tell he wants to resolve it. He’s a problem solver. It’s in his nature to fix things. And that’s how this whole arrangement was started in the first place.

But how can he fix what he knows he broke?

He kisses your cheek. Quickly. Gently. “Be good while I’m gone.”

And with that, he leaves you. He turns off the camera, puts his clothes back on, and disappears into his home office.

You spend the next several hours trying not to stare at his closed door. Or thinking about how it ended. What you said. You delete the footage off the SD card and vow to never speak of this day again.

He feels so far away, even if it’s only a few hundred feet. But there’s an ocean between you now and you are lost in his sea.

Dinner is good. You order Chinese and it’s delivered right as he’s exiting his office for the night. You do your best to put things back to the way they were before. You talk—a lot—and he listens. He’s quiet. Nodding along without much commentary. He picks at his food and you know something is still on his mind.

You hate it.

He cleans up while you go take a shower. You take your time, allowing the water to wash away your regret. Make you clean again. Until each mistake has been swept down the drain.

The two of you will be okay. You have to be.

When you get out, you find him on the bed. He’s got his reading glasses on and a book in his hand and he looks…

Ethereal.

You’ve always been attracted to him. How could you not be, when he has a jaw like that and abs that could grate cheese? But somehow, he looks even better like this—relaxed. At peace. He’s still wearing his fancy slacks and white button up. But the sleeves have been rolled to his elbows and he’s left the first few buttons undone.

You step further into the bedroom and he doesn’t seem to notice. He’s engrossed in his novel, glasses perched on the tip of his perfect nose as he flips to the next page. And you smile. Your insides already aching as you crawl onto the end of the mattress and allow your towel to fall away.

When the bed dips, he glances up. Briefly. He notices the feral look in your eye and the way you’re moving toward him. He knows what you want and thankfully, he doesn’t deny you.

He looks back to his book. “How was your shower?”

“Good,” you murmur. You reach for his belt and slip it through each loop until you can toss it toward the floor.

He’s quiet.

“How’s your book?” you ask and he hums.

“It’s all right. Not entirely helpful but I like the subject.”

You grin. You adore when he sounds studious. “That’s good.” You pull his zipper down and reach inside his briefs.

Still, he doesn’t so much as flinch. He reads and he pretends as though you aren’t currently dragging your palm along his hardening cock. He pretends your tits aren’t mere inches from his grasp and he pretends that he can’t see the way you’ve already begun to drip.

You take him in your mouth. Your tongue is wet and ready and you swing your leg over his thigh in order to brace yourself against his lap and take him fully. He’s large. Incredibly large and you forget that sometimes until you feel the way he curves down your throat.

You pull back and spit only to watch the way it drips down his length until you can smear it around the way you want.

“Peach,” you hear him say and you look up. He moves the book aside to see you. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?”

He reaches down and pinches your cheek. “Watch it,” he warns and he’s strict but somehow kind. “I thought I told you to wait.”

“I did wait,” you argue before sucking on his tip. You pop off and lick your lips. “All day. Couldn’t wait any longer.”

“Hm.” He moves his hand to the back of your head and tugs you away. “I’m not sure I should let you.”

“…why?” You straighten up. “I’m okay now. I want to do this. And you never got to finish—”

“Peach—”

“—which I know isn’t the point,” you amend quickly, remembering what he said before. “I know. But I want to make you finish. I want to make you feel good. Especially after what you did for me.”

He frowns now. Sighs. Takes off his glasses and sets down his book. “I’m your dominant and your partner. It is my job to take care of you. I don’t do it because I want something in return and my kindness is not transactional. I care about you. I want you to be okay. Always.”

I care about you isn’t exactly an I love you but it still makes you smile. Really, really big.

“I know,” you whisper. You squeeze his thigh. “But I feel…edged.”

He smirks. “Do you?”

“Mhm.” You dip back down and drag your tongue up from his balls. You notice his jaw tick. “And if you really want to take care of me and make sure I’m okay…you’ll cum in my mouth.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He considers this, fingers tapping over the hard cover of his book. Then, he nods once, and slips his glasses back on. “All right. I’ll let you have your way just this once. But once you’re through, you’re to get into this bed and go to sleep. Is that understood?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Go ahead.”

With that, you continue your sucking and fondling while he continues reading his novel. The bedroom is eerily silent except for the loud echo of your wet, enthusiastic lapping at the large cock sitting proudly on your tongue. And you wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if he won’t give you your own orgasm before bed, you’re content to have him just like this.

It doesn’t take long until he’s twitching in your mouth. He doesn’t look at you or watch the way your cheeks hollow or the way his balls look in your pretty hands, but you know he’s desperate to. You can tell by the way he turns the page. The way he grips the book and tries incredibly hard not to rip it in half as he moves to the next chapter.

You don’t slow. You keep going, even as his legs flex beneath you. As his chest takes in labored breaths. You want to get him there and he subtly nudges his leg further into your cunt to feel your arousal smear across his skin.

You do everything you know he likes, even though the camera is off. You suck and squeeze and give him everything you know he likes. Because this performance is just for him. The way you moan, the way you swallow, the way you bob and take more of him than you think you ever have before.

You’re his good girl. His investment, his toy, his.

And moments before he finally releases himself all down your throat, he tosses the book aside, grabs a fistful of your hair, and yanks you off.

“Get on,” he grits and tugs you closer.

You don’t need to be told twice. You scoot forward and line him up just so before he takes hold of your hips and helps you sink down. Things move quickly and he doesn’t have the patience to wait any longer.

And it’s beautiful, this moment. The way he stretches you open. And even if there’s a slight burn from the intrusion of his thick cock, you revel in the pain. Both of you groaning the moment you feel it.

And you know he won’t be able to hold off much longer.

“How did it taste, Peach, hm?” he asks as he fucks up into you. “How did it feel to have me in your mouth?”

“Good,” you pant. You claw at his curls. “So good, Sir—”

“Yeah?” He slaps his hand against your ass and you mewl. “Like to take my cock, don’t you? Like to be my dirty little slut—"

“Yes—”

“Like to feel me down your throat…have me cum all over your tongue.”

You make too many noises and he reaches up to pull your lip with his teeth. He kisses you and groans into your mouth and this is what sex should be. Rough and hard but filled with adoration.

“What a fucking whore,” he groans. He tugs at your hips. Watches the bulge in your belly with every thrust. “Begging to suck my cock, wanting to make Daddy feel good…guess I don’t give your mouth enough things to do, hm?”

You shake your head and wilt in his hold. He rarely refers to himself with that nickname and hearing it now almost tips you over.

“So fucking wet,” he exhales and you look down to watch with him. “S’fucking pathetic, isn’t it? Didn’t even have to touch you to have you dripping.”

He’s right. He always is.

He pinches your clit. Takes your nipple in his mouth and lets his large hands scratch down your back—your shoulders blades, your spine, your ass. And you have never felt safer than here in this moment with him.

“Cum,” he says, and he nips at your skin until it’s littered in marks and memories.

“Cum,” he whispers, and he pulls on your hair and wraps it around his fist to bare your throat to his teeth.

“Cum,” he pleads, and he kisses you—hard—until the room is spinning and you finally let go.

You unravel together. A collection of moans and cries and tangled limbs as you make a mess of each other. And you don’t care—about any of it. About what was said earlier, about what wasn’t said, about the way he looked when you said it.

You cling to his strong shoulders and you kiss him hard and you indulge in the feel of him dripping from your cunt.

But he’s not through. He pulls you off his cock and flips you onto your knees until your ass in the air.

You feel his tongue. Dragging up your cunt, tasting the remains of his cum, your cum, everything. He spanks you—hard. Paints his mark across your skin and leaves it there just so he can admire it.

“Say it,” he hisses and you suck in a sharp breath.

“Wha…what?”

“Say it,” he says. He spanks you again and nips at your pussy. “Say you love me.”

You clutch the duvet and your thighs are shaking. Your mind feels fuzzy. “I…”

Another slap to your ass and you’re overstimulated and wildly sensitive. He fucks his tongue into your dripping hole and grunts at the way you keen and you’ve never felt this kind of beautiful confusion.

“Say it.” He holds your thighs open and nearly suffocates himself as he mouths at you. “Fucking tell me you love me. Tell me again.”

You shake your head. You don’t understand. “Harry…”

Wrong. He slips his fingers inside and fucks his cum back into you. Fast. Lewd. Loud. “Come on, Peach. I know you want to. Know you do….so say it.”

And maybe this is a trick. Maybe this is some cruel, sadistic game just to make you lose but you can’t think straight when he’s this close. When he’s bending your body to his salacious intentions and treating you like a toy.

“I love you,” you whisper. You screw your eyes shut. “I do, I love you, Sir.”

He curses. Groans. “Again.”

“I love you.” You fall onto the bed stomach first but he doesn’t stop. He flips you around and he looks at you as he eats you. “I love you, Mr. Styles.”

His lashes flutter. You reach for his hair and tug it with your fist and he moans into your cunt before drinking you down. Spitting on your pussy just to smear it around and thrust it back into you.

You arch. “Shit, I love you—I—”

You cum again and he enjoys every second of it. He pulls you as close to his face as he can get you and lives inside the sound of your strained whimpers.

And when you finish, he leaves your clit with a satisfied pop and licks his lips. You watch him crawl up your body until he’s settled atop your chest and you smile lazily as he reaches up to run his hand down your cheek.

“My sweet Peach,” he whispers and kisses you hard. You taste everything. You taste him. You taste the desperation woven alongside his tongue. He kisses you until you can’t breathe and he only stops so he can stare at you a little longer.

You brush your fingers through the damp curls along the back of his neck. “That was fun.”

He’s quiet. Studying you closely and you feel as though you’re being graded on a test you didn’t know you were taking.

Then, he murmurs, “I don’t say it.”

Your heart skips. You don’t have to ask what he means. “I…I know. It’s okay. I don’t expect you—”

“I don’t say it because I’m afraid I can’t live up to it,” he continues. He ignores you. “Because the last time I did, I couldn’t deliver on what it meant. My love didn’t look the same as hers did. I said it. And she still left.”

Your other hand finds his shirt. You trail your touch over the exposed skin of his chest and you feel the way his heart races. “I know.”

His brows furrow. “I want to say it,” he says softly. “I want to. For you. Because I do. And I don’t want this to feel unfair—”

“It doesn’t,” you assure him. “I promise. I…I figured you wouldn’t say it back and I was okay with that. Because it doesn’t change the fact that I do.”

Another beat. “I’m worried you didn’t mean it.”

“What?”

He sighs and sweeps his thumb along your jaw. “You’d been anxious, and you were scared. You said none of your other partners had ever been kind to you in moments like that, and…sex is intimate. It can change the chemistry in your brain and maybe…maybe you didn’t mean it—”

“I did.” You grab his face and you make him listen. “Harry, I meant it. I still mean it. And I’ll mean it tomorrow, too. And the next day. And the next.”

His expression softens.

“And I meant it long before today. I wanted to tell you tons of times and I didn’t because…I don’t know. I didn’t want to scare you,” you admit and you both smile. “It is a big word. But it’s just a word. It means nothing without action. And even if you can’t say it, you show it every day. And that’s all I could really want.”

He dips down and nuzzles his nose against yours. “I don’t deserve you, Peach.”

“No,” you tease. “No, you don’t.”

You kiss again and his body feels good against yours. His heart feels good against yours.

Then, he exhales, "I love you."

And you don't say anything. But you smile. Because you know everything he's giving up just to offer you what you want to hear.

Minutes go by before you finally change the subject and say, "You know, I kind of wish we'd been recording all that. That would have been some great content."

He laughs, relieved, and the sound is so incredibly beautiful.

“Next time,” he says and you grin as he holds you closer. “Tonight…your love belongs to me.”

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janeyseymour · 24 days

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Won't You Be... My Neighbor? -pt 2

Part 1.

Summary: Throughout the preparation for Melissa's court hearing, you find yourself falling for her.

WC: ~2.35k

“You’re a lawyer?” Melissa looks at you as if you just told her you were actually born on Mars.

You nod confidently. “A damn good one too.”

“Then what the hell are you doing here in West Philly?”

You chuckle. “I grew up around here. Liked the area, never really cared to leave.”

“Wow,” she whispers out in amazement. “Would you really be able to help me? I’ll pay you of course.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course I can help you. And don’t worry about a payment. I’d be happy to help you out.”

“That’s ridiculous,” she states.

You wave a lazy hand in dismissal as you sip your wine. “No it ain’t. Just… cook me a couple meals, and we’ll call it even.”

That gets the redhead to laugh a little. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Tell me a little about him,” you prompt.

So she does. The two of you chat long into the night, and it’s only when Melissa yawns for the fourth time that you smile at her, finish off what little remains in your glass, and stand. “I suppose I should let you get to bed. But let’s… reconvene soon?”

She nods sleepily. “I’ll see you soon, Y/N. And seriously, thank you.”

“Have a good night, Melissa.” You leave the apartment and head down the hall to your own.

As you crawl into bed that night, you think about everything that she had said to you. Genuinely, you feel terrible for the woman a few doors down. She seems to have put her heart and soul into that marriage, only for all of her hard work and care to go down the drain. And from what you can tell, she isn’t exactly swimming in money right now- especially taking on a new apartment and having a young child to care for on her own. But she’s doing everything she can right now to make it work, including working overtime at her school to tutor children who need extra help. Her ex-husband is making absolutely no contributions aside from the extra hell that he is giving her. You find yourself even more motivated to help your neighbor win her case against her husband and gain full custody of her son.

It’s a few days later when you run into Melissa again, and she seems just as frazzled as she was the first day you met her. JJ is on her hip crying again, pleading to not have to go to the grocery store.

You are just coming in from a rather long day at work, and while the last thing you want to do is look after a small child (one who will need lots of tender love and care to calm down), you make your way over to the pair.

“Hey,” you say softly as you adjust your briefcase slung around you.

Melissa runs a hand through her hair. “Hi.” She turns her attention back to her son. “Sweetheart, we have to get groceries for the week… but Momma promises she’ll be quick.”

“I don’t wanna!” the little boy screeches.

“Missed nap time at daycare,” the redhead whispers over his head. Then she presses her lips together in a fine line as she continues to bounce him on her hip. She tries to calm him with a few short hums, but JJ just continues to cry out.

You blow out a breath. “I can take him for a little while you go grocery shopping,” you offer softly.

Those green eyes meet yours immediately. “Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t mind,” you say with a soft smile. “And it looks like you could use a break from kids for at least an hour.”

“Are you sure?” Melissa breathes out. “Because I can take him- he is my son.”

“I know he is,” you chuckle quietly. “But I also know that it’s okay to lean on someone to help you, and I told you I’m here for you.”

The teacher sighs softly. She looks down at her crying little boy. “Baby, Miss Y/N says you can stay with her while Momma goes grocery shopping, how does that sound?”

JJ whines out, but he looks to you with curious eyes and nods just once. His cries immediately start to soften as he realizes he doesn’t have to go to the dreaded grocery store and sit in that uncomfortable cart. He rubs at his eyes as he lets out a small yawn. “Momma?”

“Yeah, JJ?”

“I love you,” the little boy mumbles into Melissa’s shoulder.

“I love you too, honey,” the woman smiles softly as she presses a soft kiss to his head. “Can I put you down now so you can go with Miss Y/N?”

JJ nods, so Melissa sets him down on the ground. He immediately reaches for your free hand that isn’t holding your water bottle.

“Be a good little boy, okay?” the redhead instructs softly to her son. He nods, and you lead him down to your own apartment.

He’s as happy as a clam to sit with you while you go through a few more papers, and then you know it’s time that you should probably start making dinner. With a soft sigh, you lift him to your hip and start pulling out ingredients to make a meal.

“Dinner?” the little boy asks as he starts playing with the baby hairs that have fallen out of your ponytail.

“Yeah, hun,” you smile softly. “How does spaghetti sound?”

“I love pasetti,” your little neighbor mumbles.

You chuckle quietly as the way he says the word but nod. “Then that’s what we’ll have. Does your momma like spaghetti?”

He gives you a cheeky smile in response.

By the time that Melissa comes around to collect her son, you have him calmed down, fed, and giggling as you play Candy Land with him. However, she looks absolutely furious when you open the door.

“You okay?” you ask her quietly, although you very much know the answer already.

“Peachy,” is what she retorts. “C’mon, JJ. I have to get dinner started.”

“But Y/N already gived me dinner, and we saved some for you!” the little boy announces from his place on the floor, donned in one of your sweatshirts.

The redhead furrows her brows. “What?”

“I hope I’m not overstepping,” you say softly. “But he was hungry, I was making dinner, and I figured you might like to come home and not have to cook today.”

“That… wow,” Melissa sighs quietly. “Thank you.”

“It’s on the stove, and if it needs warmed, you’ve seen where my microwave is,” you smile at her as you return back to your game with her son. “Feel free to grab a glass of wine too if you want.”

As the redhead makes her way into the kitchen, she realizes that she can’t remember the last time someone made her a home cooked meal, even if it was something as simple as spaghetti. Joe had cooked for her maybe once as a way to get into her pants, and before then… it was her grandmother while her own parents were in the middle of their terrible divorce and custody battle.

The mother gets her dinner, and then she’s settling on the floor next to her son. She eats in silence, enjoying the fact that she does not have to entertain her son. She also watches as you handle him with such ease, making him smile and giggle the way that only she and Barb can get JJ to act. He’s such a sweet little boy, and the redhead would be lying to herself if she said that watching you with him didn’t make that small attraction to you just the slightest bit bigger.

You of course let the little boy win, and when he does, you tickle him relentlessly claiming that he was just too good and that he must’ve been cheating. His infectious laugh only makes you chuckle, and you know that you would do anything to keep this little boy happy- he already has a piece of your heart.

Then he tiredly crawls into his way into your lap and lays his head on your chest. “Sleepy,” is all he gets out as his eyes start to droop down.

The redhead stands, only half finished her meal. “I guess I should get him-”

You raise a hand as you stand and settle the two of you on the couch. “Don’t even worry about it. He can sleep on me while you finish your meal, and then you can tell me why you came in so pissed.”

Melissa chuckles, but she situates herself back on the floor. She watches the two of you for a bit as you lull her son to sleep with mindless humming and your fingers combing through his hair.

After a bit, you look down, and you know JJ is asleep. “So, you wanna tell me what had you so pissed?”

“Fucking Joe,” is all Melissa sighs out. “Told me that he’s looking for the best family lawyer in the city and that he’s gonna get custody of my son.”

“Well he’s screwed then, because that would be me,” you roll your eyes. “And I’m already taking your case on. Speaking of, there are a few papers I’ll need you to fill out in my briefcase, but I can get them to you tomorrow.”

“You’re the-” her eyes go comically wide.

“I am,” you say cooly. “85% success rate, and he doesn’t know that the odds are already stacked against him with most judges tending to rule with the mother having custody. And if he tries to pull any shit, I’ll make his life a living hell.”

And Joe does try to pull a bunch of shit- threatening Melissa, having his lawyers try to find loopholes around most things. And you just document it all. You and the redhead prepare for the case mostly after long days of work over a meal with that sweet little boy curled up in your lap and wearing one of your sweatshirts.

As the two of you prepare for the court case, you get to see more of the Schemmenti household. You get to see Melissa when she’s at her happiest, playing a simple round of Chutes and Ladders with JJ to take a break from all of the preparation. You also see her when she’s done up for school, and you swear she’s taken your breath away quite a few times. But you also see her at her lowest of lows, when she’s terrified that she’s going to lose JJ and that Joe’s threats are genuinely scaring her to the point of tears. You see her when she’s clad in her pajama bottoms and Eagles sweatshirt, ready to rip her hair out over the meltdown her son is having, and yet she’s still soft and warm with him. And it all… it makes you feel honored that you get to see her for everything that she is- apparently that isn’t a common thing for her to do, to let people in. And yet here you are, getting to know her and see every side of the redhead- even the parts that she doesn’t want you to see.

Her son is obsessed with you in the sweetest way, always coming and knocking on your door to ask if you can play a game with him or to simply give you a hug before he gallops his way back down to his own door with a proud look on his face.

You would be lying to yourself if you said that you weren’t happy to find yourself a part of their little bubble and that you were falling more and more in love with your client each and every day that you get to see her (which is of course everyday, whether that be to chat over dinner, prepare for the hearing, or just a simple ‘hello’ as you pass each other in the hall). But she… she’s your client, and she’s going through a messy, messy divorce, and you don’t even know if she likes women. You have your own theory that she’s bisexual, but nothing has been confirmed. You can’t, in good conscience, make a move on her. So you don’t. You sit with your feelings and try to not let them consume you.

The day that you spent hours preparing for comes, and Melissa slides into her place very nervously with her son in her arms. She looks absolutely stunning in her dress pants and blazer, and JJ looks precious in his little outfit that you have no doubt is his Easter best.

“I thought we spoke about not bringing him here,” you say in a hushed tone.

The redhead runs a hand through her hair. “I know, I know. My sister was supposed to watch him, but she bailed last minute, Barb can’t watch him because she’s working at the school, and you’re my other babysitter.”

“He better stay quiet,” you warn. “It’s not uncommon for judges to put children in contempt if they’re noisy.”

“He won’t be,” Melissa promises you. “He’s got his little fidget toy, and we already talked about how to act because we don’t want to get taken from Momma.”

The hearing is long and arduous for all parties, but when that gavel comes down and the judge rules that Melissa has sole custody of her son with Joe only being allowed supervised visits due to his excessive drinking, the threats he had made, and his other habits you know it was all worth it.

The mother immediately bursts into happy tears while Joe starts to fume. He starts screaming and cursing, and the court officers begin to rush him out.

He’s not out of the room before he can get out, “You’ll pay for this, you bitch!”

Melissa, too caught up in smothering her little boy in love, doesn’t even pay attention to his words. And later on, she wishes she would have.

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heavcnslyre · 9 months

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chapter one - j.f. ( masterlist )

GORGEOUS.

“ocean blue eyes looking in mine,

i feel like i might sink and drown and die”

the air outside was cold, which was shocking for a mid-june morning. you were awake early, as you often were since you preferred to be productive in the mornings, but today it was for a different reason. you had barely slept all night. this morning, you were returning to susannah’s beach house in cousins. you looked forward to this day every year, and it was always just as special every time it came around.

“you all ready?” a voice breaks your silence as laurel peaks her head out the front door, watching you sit on the porch swing. you smile at her.

“definitely,” you say. “coffee on the counter, did you see it?”

she walks over to you and gives you a kiss on the forehead. “i did. thank you. now get your bag in the car, we’ll leave in twenty.”

“can i drive?” you ask, following her inside. she shakes her head.

“already told steven he could.”

as she says it, steven comes down the stairs and ruffles your hair as he walks past you. “sorry!”

“no you’re not,” you grumble, turning away to grab your bags. you had just gotten your license less than a month ago but steven has had his for months, so he usually got first dibs on driving. you usually didn’t mind, but the drive to cousins was special to you, and you would have loved to be able to make the drive yourself. not driving, you thought, would at least give you more time to prepare. although, you would have appreciated the distraction. this year felt different. you felt different. you weren’t really sure if it was a good different or not.

part of you was terrified, for some reason. most summers, you went to cousins completely disconnected from the world back at home. cousins was it’s own world, in your mind. the people, the house, the entire atmosphere, it was magical. it absolutely transported you, and you let it. this year, you had a connection to back home. your boyfriend, peter. you and him started dating two months ago after your best friend cassie introduced you to him, and things have been incredible ever since. if you were honest, you had never really committed to a guy before him, but it seemed to be working out well so far. the reason why you were terrified, you figured, was because this trip to cousins could change that. jeremiah fisher could change that.

you had talked to plenty of guys, even dated a few for a couple weeks or so, but as soon as jeremiah fisher comes around, you lose sight of everything — and everyone — around you. he somehow has that effect on you, and he has your whole life. but you do really like peter, so you told yourself you wouldn’t ruin something good for yourself again, just because you’ve always been waiting for jeremiah. you’ve made a fool of yourself enough over the years, attempting to get closer to him as he flirts with everyone in the world, that you know it was time to change something.

you just hope that you’ll be able to stick to it.

“(y/n),” you’re woken up by your sister belly poking your side, “(y/n), you’re drooling on me.”

you groggily open your eyes and stretch, moving away from her, “sorry bells.”

“s’kay,” she yawns. “we’re almost there, anyways. and your phones been blowing up. all from peter,” she says the last part teasingly, pushing your phone towards you. you laugh as you unlock your phone, seeing that she was right, and peter had texted you seven times.

peter: good morning!!

peter: sorry ik you’ve probably been up for hours

peter: omg and youre probably almost to the beach already

peter: miss u already

peter: there’s a party tomorrow night i was thinking about going to if that’s okay with you

peter: cassie’s gonna be there and stuff and you know i’ll be thinking about you forever so you’d have nothing to worry about

peter: just let me know if you’re comfortable with it okay?

you: oh my peter

you: you don’t need my permission to go have fun!!! of course you can go to the party :)

you: just text me and keep me updated okay? and make sure there’s a DD

peter: of course. you’re the best!

you: 🤍🤍

you smile at your phone and as soon you look back up, you were entering cousins. you didn’t realize how long you had slept for, but as soon as you saw the sign, your heart skipped a beat. you were back. you were back, and everything was good, including your lovely boyfriend back home. this summer was going to be perfect, you just knew it. your fears from this morning were fading and you decided that no matter what happens, you’re going to be okay. you’re going to have a great summer.

“did susannah get a new car?” steven asks as he pulls the car into the driveway of the house. laurel nods, a small smile forming on her face as the house comes into few. the same smile was present on everyone’s faces in the car. this place was so special to all of you.

“yeah, she gets bored with her cars easily,” laurel finally says, a hint of distaste in her voice. “she just likes to change things often.”

steven was barely listening and was halfway out of the car by the time laurel was done talking. his eyes were set on susannah, who was standing at the doorway, watching your car pull in. she looked as beautiful and radiant as ever, and even more so, especially since it was obvious that she was healthier now than she was last summer. her hair got longer and the glow on her face was back, lighting up her eyes and giving her the most approachable demeanor possible. she was perfect.

you get out of the car shortly after steven, and follow him up the steps to hug susannah tightly. she rubs your back as she hugs you. “oh sweet (y/n), you beautiful girl. i’m so happy to see you.”

“i’ve missed you so much,” you say back, and she gives you another squeeze before letting you go and hugging laurel. you look down by the car at steven, who was now talking to jeremiah, who had his back to you. your breath caught in your throat when you saw him, but you shook it off. that was not what this was going to be. he was one of your best friends, your family. that was all. that didn’t stop your heart rate from speeding up the second that he turned around and your eyes met his beautiful, bright blue ones. his face softened as soon as he saw you, but his smile remained just as wide. you move towards him and he watches you, his eyes never leaving yours as you approach him.

“(y/n),” he says, looking you up and down and grinning. “you look different.”

you knit your eyebrows and look down at yourself. “good different?”

jeremiah laughs. “always good.”

you giggle and wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you into a close hug. you take in his scent, a mix of saltwater and his vanilla cologne, the one that conrad and steven have always made fun of him for. they always say it makes him smell too girly. you have always thought he smelled perfect.

“i have so much to tell you,” jeremiah says as you pull away from the hug. “this summer is going to be amazing!”

“i can’t wait,” you grin. the two of you always spent the first night sitting on the beach after dinner, talking all night. he would fill you in on his school year, and you would fill him in on yours. it usually ended with both of you in the ocean and sandy, but it was always one of your favorite traditions.

as you turn away from jeremiah, belly rushes out of the car and pulls him into a hug and he spins her around. your eyes catch on conrad, who had just rounded the corner of the house, and was staring at them. he meets your eye and smiles sheepishly, knowing that you had caught him. you smile and go pull him into a tight hug. “hey connie.”

“hey (y/n). it’s good to see you,” he says. as you pull apart, his eyes are caught on belly again, who is staring at him this time, too. you smile at the sight and push conrad towards her gently. the corner of his mouth slightly turns up and he walks to her as you walk back over to jeremiah and steven, who were giggling to themselves. when jeremiah sees you walking towards them, he waves you over quickly.

“belly flop time,” he says, a wide grin on his face. you laugh.

“yes!” the three of you walk towards conrad and belly, who were laughing with each other, seemingly in their own world.

“hey, i don’t know about you guys but…” steven pretends to check his nonexistent watch on his wrist. “i think it’s time…for a…belly flop!”

belly squeals as the boys grab her, conrad carrying her by her armpits and the other two grabbing her feet. you giggle and lead the way, opening the gate to the pool and letting them pass through. you and the boys count down from three and they throw belly in the water. you all laugh as she flails around, her clothes completely soaked. your smile fades as the boys turn to you, mischievous smiles on their faces. “no.”

“it’s not fair to only throw belly in there, is it?” steven says innocently. you shake your head and attempt to run away, but before you can, jeremiah has his arms wrapped around your waist and lifts you effortlessly in the air. steven and conrad help him and grab your legs, counting down from three just like they did with belly. she dove out of the way as the boys throw you into the water. luckily, the water was warm, and while the feeling of your wet clothes was uncomfortable on your skin, the water was quite refreshing. belly giggles as you swim towards her and pull her into a hug, but in the hug, you whisper in her ear. “let’s get back at them?”

she nods as if she read your mind, and when you pull apart and begin to approach the edge, she’s suddenly struggling. “wait, wait guys, my ankle.”

“what’s wrong belly?” conrad asks. she continues struggling in staying afloat.

“i…i hurt my ankle i think. i cant walk on it,” she reaches her arm out to conrad. “help me out.”

he reaches out, and as their hands connect she pulls him into the water and the other boys burst out in laughter, jeremiah doubling over in laughter with his hands on his knees. taking advantage of this moment, you grab his hands and pull him into the water too, completely catching him off guard as he falls into the water next to you. now steven is standing on the edge, struggling to breathe from laughing so hard. “no way they got both of you!”

jeremiah flips his hair out of his face and looks up at steven. “c’mon steven, waters nice! you don’t wanna be left out, do you?”

steven shakes his head, still laughing. “i think i’ll survive being left out today. these shoes were expensive.”

“lame!” jeremiah calls out as steven walks towards the house, his laughter still echoing in the air. jeremiah turns his attention to you and swims over to you, grabbing your waist and spinning you around. “i’ll get you back for pulling me in here.”

you laugh. “sure you will. c’mon, let’s go dry off for dinner.”

he hops out of the side of the pool and offers an arm to help you out. he pulls you out of the pool with ease. “race you upstairs?”

“that sounds dangerous,” you say. “wet feet on tile and hardwood floor? with your clumsiness?”

he mocks offense. “you think i’m clumsy? ridiculous.”

“jere, you tripped over a penny on the beach last summer,” you say. “and i don’t think we’ve had a summer here where we haven’t had to bring you to the e.r. from some injury.”

“the sand is trippy!” he claims. “and i just live an adventurous lifestyle. which is why i’m totally beating you upstairs.”

“better catch me first!” you say and immediately take off sprinting, up the stairs to the porch and through the sliding glass doors, which you attempt to close in front of jeremiah, who caught up with you quickly. carefully, you run through the house but the slippery floors really did make it difficult. soon, you’re halfway up the stairs and jeremiah is right behind you, laughing. “you’re such a cheater!”

“i’m just smarter than you!” you yell as you approach your bedroom, which was right next to his. he shakes his head.

“no way. just a cheater,” he grins at you one more time as he enters his bedroom, closing the door behind him. you walk into yours as well, your head spinning from the first thirty minutes you had spent here. jeremiah made everything around you feel insignificant and you felt like you were floating when he touched you. and for the first time in your life, you hated the feeling. you were with peter now. you had to focus on peter, not jeremiah.

it was hard to do that when you were spending the next two months living with him, your rooms right next to each other, and the walls thin enough that you could hear everything in each others rooms. whenever he played music, you heard every word. every conversation, every ounce of laughter, every time either of you cried. it was good, having a close connection to him, but you knew it was just going to make things so much harder.

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trashpandato · 7 months

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Lena

“Alex, I’m fine. I promise I’ll rest at home.”

Kara pouts. It’s a familiar enough scenario. She’s confined to the sun bed at the Tower after nearly blowing out her powers when she attempted to single handedly take on three White Martians. But other than feeling a little weak, Kara knows she’s fine. All she needs is a mountain of food and a good night’s sleep.

“Kara, come on. Just a few hours. I’d feel a lot better if you actually listen to me for a change.”

Kara glances over toward Lena, who is hovering near the door.

“Lena can make sure I’ll take it easy.”

But Alex remains unconvinced. “As brilliant as she is, last I checked, Lena’s not a yellow sun. And you really do need to recharge. Your vitals are all over the map right now.”

“Actually,” Kara starts as she pushes herself up on her elbows, “Lena’s name means ‘ray of light’, and she is a source of energy for me, literally.”

Alex groans and is about to respond when Lena cuts in.

“How about a compromise, darling? I’ll order some pizza and we’ll pull up Netflix on my tablet for a couple of hours. And then I’ll take you home?”

Lena exchanges a quick look with Alex, who frowns but nods.

“But the sun bed is uncomfortable,” Kara says in one last-ditch attempt to get out of there.

“I’ll go find some pillows and blankets,” Lena replies, and it’s clear that she won’t let Kara argue her way out of this. “Just for a couple of hours, okay?”

Kara huffs. “Fine.”

Alex puts down her tablet and points a finger at both Kara and Lena.

“I’ll leave you to it, then. Two hours minimum. More if you still feel weak then.”

“Yes mom,” Kara grinds out, but she immediately softens when Lena steps closer to her and whispers:

“Let’s see what kind of fun we can get up to in two hours.”

#supercorp #kara x lena #supercorptober2023 #supercorptober

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kiwanopie · 1 year

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New Recruit!

Crime Au!Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem!Reader

short drabble because I’ve been on a mini crime au brainrot

cw: fluff. minor character death, misogyny (not by Kiyoomi) references to a criminal organization, a little gore, a lot of Kiyoomi being whipped beyond comprehension

wc: 1.5k

You just showed up one day.

Granted, the boss’s behavior had been a little weird for a while. Less picky about the little things, less prone to administering punishment over something small. He’d take his lunch breaks out of his office now more often than not, which in itself was its own brand of odd. But coming back an hour later with his hair disheveled and his cuffs tucked up his sleeve, a few odd bruises hidden on his collarbone; that was just uncanny. Nobody could really comprehend a mean stickler like him getting a girlfriend.

But then one day, Atsumu trudging himself to his boss’s office with a sigh - Eyebrows already cinched by the stress that should come at telling his less than congenial boss that his team has been crunching the numbers, and it looks like they might be dealing with a mole. Already out of patience for the lecture he’s about to suffer through, before going through the wearisome task of rounding up all the workers, and then sitting through the world’s most boring execution. He can already hear Kiyoomi’s irritated sigh. And if this were any regular job he just might say he's been due some vacation time.

Atsumu runs an exasperated hand through his blonde hair. “Aye boss, you-“

There’s a girl sitting on his lap.

A pretty thing too. Soft pretty doe eyes, softer satin skin, cute little dress that rides up your thighs as you sit on his boss’s lap and fuck if you don’t look squeezable. Just getting a glance at you from his spot at the door has him turning pink. He barely even realizes he’s staring. - Where the fuck did he pick you up from?

“Uh… Sorry,” Atsumu clears his throat. “I can come back later if yer busy.”

You tilt your head as the hand comfied on your back scoots lower with a quiet hiss, Kiyoomi makes an effort to keep you comfortable by hooking his hand over your hip. “It’s fine. What’s the issue?”

Atsumu’s stare flickers between you both. “The-… Adrian and the boys downstairs have been summin’ up our contract to success ratio over the past couple months and uh, it looks like we might be dealin’ with a mole.”

Kiyoomi expectedly doesn’t look very pleased at something like that but it’s a far cry from his usual scowl and tirade combo. More of a… frustrated grimace? Annoyed more than anything else. “Do they have any idea who it could be?”

“We got it down to Sugar, Ayame, Ren, and Susumu. Since they’ve been the only ones who can’t be accounted for durin’ some bumps in the day.”

Kiyoomi nods slowly. “Okay…”

Atsumu watches you lean for one of the luxury pens in his pencil holder. Last time he reached for one those the bastard flicked him hard on the knuckles. But you study the carefully cashmered casing without so much as glancing up for a response.

Kiyoomi pulls at the bottom of it until the cap releases with a small click, reaching for a notepad on his desk to jot down a few quick numbers. “Yeah, okay… Kill them all then.”

“Wha- You sure?”

“Let’s not risk it.” He says. Like it always could have been that easy. “We’ll send a few flowers to their families, say they died on a contract. If the mole’s people are smart they’ll know it’s a lie. Then it’s up to them to make their move.”

Wha- So this guy can pick and choose when to be difficult?! “O.K.! I’ll get that handled for ya then.”

“Lock the door on your way out.”

He bows as he turns for the door again, twisting the lock before closing it carefully.

And then he’s blowing out a disbelieving raspberry.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out this guy is head over heels for whoever the hell this chick is. Kiyoomi’s not exactly a sociable guy, or a… particularly affable guy either, so seeing him start to go so out of his way to make sure someone’s happy feels like stepping into the twilight zone. He hasn’t completely changed, don’t get him wrong. Just cause he’s laying down a path of roses for his sweetheart doesn’t mean the bed of eggshells the rest of the guys have to stumble on gets any less sharper. The guy started enforcing a whole rule against loud sudden noises just cause they startle his princess whenever you drop by. No fights - at least, not without the threat of mutilation should they start one when you’re around. No overtly coarse language, no gun play near his office, if you gotta kill a package do it where you won’t hear it scream, and under no - No circumstances do you touch or even stare too long at the missus.

“Or what?” Kaio snorts. “With all the bullshit he’s making us do for this chick, I could at least expect some eye service?”

Atsumu scoffs as Hinata winces. “Yeahh… You probably shouldn’t say something like that out loud.”

Kaio snorts. “Why? Cause she’ll hear? She walks around in those skimpy little dresses and I can’t even look? Feels like a buncha work with no pay off. Least tell us where you found the slut. Whatever she’s got has to be pretty fuckin’ good if he’s already this whipped.”

Atsumu glances at Bokuto who snorts into his coffee cup. Reacting more to the way his coworker wearily shakes his head than the guy talking himself into an early grave.

He licks his lips before commenting. “You’re pretty stupid, Katsuro.”

“Says the guy who shot himself in the ass playing poker. Twice.”

Kaio grimaces before sitting back in his seat, looking on at his fellow high ranking coworkers as they avoid his place in the room. “What? Am I wrong? The broad’s turned this place into a daycare center. First no yelling, then no fighting - hell, give it a few months and she’ll tell the bastard that we can’t kill anymore-“

Click!

The cold metal against the back of his head sends shivers down his spine.

Kiyoomi affirms flatly. “She wouldn’t do that. ‘Wouldn’t be able to keep business booming like it is.”

“B-Boss-“

“The pay off is that by doing what I say, you get to live another day. A worthless piece of shit like you can comprehend something like that, right?”

“Ye-Yes, sir.” Kaio swallows. “Look I didn’t mean anything by-“

Kiyoomi presses the barrel a little firmer against his head, enough to make him flinch. “Don’t go back on your word, Katsuro. You said what you said and you meant it. - At least, say you died for a reason.”

Atsumu has to cough into his shoulder to keep himself from outright laughing at the way Kaio all but turns blue. “Sakusa-san-“

“I shouldn’t have to say how dumb it was to speak out of your ass about my fiancé, especially on my soil. - Eating my food, and wearing my clothes, and breathing breaths that I gave you. The money in your pocket, the bed you sleep in at night, every fucking thing you have is because of me. Can you understand that?”

“Yes, of course, sir.”

“That makes you my property?”

“Y-Yes.”

Kiyoomi exhales out of his nose. Tall broad frame casting a shadow over the man as he all but towers behind him. “What do you suppose I do when my property - one of my things starts to behave defectively? I don’t need something that doesn’t work anymore, do I?”

“Please, Sakusa-san-“

“A gunshot makes a pretty loud noise,” Kiyoomi squares his feet. “Aren’t we lucky she didn’t show up today.”

“I’m-“

The barrage of blood stains Hinata’s suit jacket.

Kiyoomi scowls at the mess before him as he backs away from the sodden chair, brain matter already soaked into his button up and turning cold in the breeze of the AC. The waste of a good bullet makes him kiss his teeth, but blowing his cool like that makes him frown altogether. He’s been trying to work on his temper. If you were here, he knows you’d be disappointed, and he can’t afford to blow his top in front of you should something like this happen when you’re around.

He sighs as he flicks the safety with his thumb. Piece of shit like that wouldn’t know the word compromise if it blew his skull in. He opens his mouth to tell one of them to call for clean up.

Before Bokuto’s blowing out his eardrums. “Oh my god! You got engaged?!! Congratulations!!”

Kiyoomi freezes.

“…Thank you.”

“Hell yeah, Omi,” Atsumu reaches for his brandy. It’s 10am. “Congrats! Happy to see an old firecracker like you get tied down.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh! When’s the wedding?! Do you have a date or anything set yet?”

“I’m hoping this winter,” Kiyoomi exhales. “Spring at the latest but I’m not worried about expenses. Just what it’ll take to fly her family out this way.”

“Do any of them speak Japanese?” Atsumu asks.

Kiyoomi’s sighing again. “No.”

He narrows his eyes as his number two snorts.

Hinata clears his throat. “Does anybody have a towelette?”

“Uh - Yeah,” Kiyoomi bashfully reholsters his pistol. “Sorry about that.”

reblog? 🥺 uwu

#he most likely has microphones everywhere he heard that shit cocked his pistol and got to STEPPING #sakusa kiyoomi #hq sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa fluff #sakusa x you #sakusa imagines #sakusa drabble #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff #crime au #crime lord!sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu

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vanfleeter · 1 year

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Adoração // JTK

Pairing: Jake x reader Warning: Smut (minors stay away, i beg), mentions of arrests (if that's triggering for anyone), teasing, edging, shower sex, slight cursing, and of course a little fluff, please let me know if I missed anything. Author's Note: Hit writer's block with this one which is why it took me so long to get finished. I hope you all love this. I'm also debating adding more to this, so let me know. Summary: You tag along while Jake photographs Sam's proposal and you meet the family.

Part 2: Hot In Africa

“(Y/N)!” Jake calls down the hallway. “Are you ready?”

You come walking down the hall and buttoning up your shirt. “For someone who is usually the one that’s late, you’re rushing me.”

Jake flashes you a smile. “Today is important.” He says grabbing his camera and placing it inside of its carrier. “Sam threatened to kill me if I’m late.”

“Well yeah, you’re his brother. You have to be there.”

“Technically no,” Jake slings his bag over shoulder. “I don’t have to be there. However, he hired me to take photos of the whole debacle. So if I’m late, his whole planned proposal is out of whack and when Sam’s plans are out of whack, he’s out of whack which means everything is going to blow up.”

You rest your hands on Jake’s shoulders. “We’ve got an hour before you have to be there and it takes thirty minutes to arrive. We’ll be fine.”

Jake sighs. “I’m nervous.”

“I can tell.” You giggle.

“Can we please just leave?” Jake whines as he hangs his head back.

“Okay, okay. Let me just grab my purse and we can go.” You say kissing his cheek.

Walking over to the kitchen, you grab your purse and phone off of the counter top.

“Come on, let’s go get some people engaged.” –

Stepping into the fern conservatory, you look around in complete awe. All of the plants fill the room, lining the walkways and stretching as tall as the glass ceilings. You hear a shutter sound behind you and you turn around to see Jake lowering his camera. You cock your head and rest your hands on your hips.

“Don’t waste all of the film.” You say. “You have to save some for the proposal.”

Jake reaches his hand down to his camera bag that hangs down from his shoulder. He gives it a light pat and smiles. “I came prepared.”

You scoff and roll your eyes before turning back around.

“Did you roll your eyes at me?” Jake says as he follows behind you. You shrug your shoulders. “You know I don’t like it when you roll your eyes at me.” He says pressing his hand into your back.

“I know..”

“Ohh..” He laughs. “So that’s how you want to play it?”

He pulls you into him and lowers his mouth to your ear. “If we weren’t in public, I’d pull you into these trees and fuck you.” You feel your cheeks flush as the aching feelings begin to burn between your legs. “Don’t roll your eyes at me again..”

“There you are!” A voice calls from a few yards down the walkway.

A taller man makes his way in your direction. His hair is wavy like Jake’s but longer, stopping just a few inches away under his shoulders. His facial hair is a lot thicker than Jake’s, shaped perfectly around his chin and molding over his top lip like a fluffy caterpillar.

“Sammy boy!” Jake greets, a bright smile forming on his face.

“Glad to finally have you back in Michigan.” Sam says as the two of them hug. “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been…great.” Jake says, nodding his head. He turns towards you and holds out his hand in your direction. “I’d actually like to introduce you to someone.” He says reaching for your hand and pulling you over to the two of them. “Sammy, this is (Y/N), my girlfriend.”

“Ohh..” Sam chuckles. “Josh wasn’t lying when he said you had a girlfriend.” He extends his hand out to you. “It is a great pleasure to meet you, (Y/N).” He says shaking your hand. “So.. Photos..” He claps his hands. “How are you going to hide in this place? It’s pretty small.”

Jake points to the window. “I’ll hide outside,” Jake says. “Snap photos through the window at the beginning and when she says ‘Yes’, I’ll come in and finish the photos with posed shots.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Sam says. “I love it.”

“Are you nervous?” Jake asks.

“I wasn’t until you said that..” Sam says who’s now wringing his hands and shaking his shoulders.

“Sorry..” Jake mumbles.

You quickly jump in and grab Jake’s arm. “We’ll just be outside..hiding. You’ll be just fine, Sam.”

You shove Jake out of the conservatory and drag him behind the wall. You slap his arm with the back of your hand. “Are you nuts? You never ask if someone’s nervous right before they make the biggest decision of their life.”

“Wha–I’m sorry!” He says rubbing his arm. “Geez, did you have to hit me?”

“Yes, I-”

“Shh..” Jake hushes as he covers your mouth. “She’s coming..” He pushes you behind him and pulls out his camera. Slowly he stands up to peer through the window and starts taking snapshots of the couple. “Yes.. Calm and steady Sam. Calm and steady.”

“You know he can’t hear you, right?”

“Shut up..”

“Well, he can’t–”

“I swear, you better shut up.” Jake says quickly snaps more photos. “YES!” He shouts, throwing his hands in the air. Both Sam and his now fiance look towards the window. Jake’s eyes grow wide and he sheepishly waves at them. He grabs your hand and pulls you back around to the entrance and inside the building.

“Were you outside the whole time?” Sam’s fiance questions.

Jake nods his head and holds up his camera. “Uh, (Y/N), this is Sam’s now fiance–Haley. Haley, this is my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

“Oh it’s so wonderful to get to meet you!” Haley says as she wraps you in a hug.

“You too!” You giggle. “Congratulations as well! From what Jake’s told me about Sam, it sounds like you got yourself a keeper.”

Haley gushes and nods her head. “Look,” She holds out her hand for you to look at. “Isn’t it so gorgeous? He definitely did a phenomenal job picking it out.”

“Okay, okay. You two can fawn over the ring later, right now we have to get these photos done before the sun starts going down.” Jake says as he waves his camera in the air.

“Right, right–of course.” Haley says. She grabs your hand. “We’ll finish talking later.” —

Walking up the steps of Jake’s childhood home, you pause on the porch, your body going rigid. Jake turns to face you and gives your hand a light squeeze.

“Hey,” He rubs his thumb over the top of your hand. “I promise everything will be great.”

“But your parents–”

“My parents already love you.” Jake steps closer to you and gently caresses your cheek. “There’s nothing to be worried about. Take a deep breath.” You do. “If at any time you get overwhelmed, just squeeze my hand and I will take you away from it.”

“Can you take me away now?”

Jake smiles and places a kiss on your forehead. “Give it a try,” He says. “For me.”

You nod your head. “Okay.”

Leading you inside the house, you hear laughter coming from the kitchen. “Joshua Michael! I can’t believe you said that!” Jake hangs up your purse and leads you into the kitchen where you two find his family gathered around the kitchen island joking and laughing.

“Jake!” His mother exclaims as she rushes over to him. “Oh my baby, I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Hey Mom..” Jake chuckles as he hugs her back.

She gasps when she lays eyes on you. “You must be (Y/N).” She says as she pulls you in for a hug. “Jake has told us so much about you.”

“Good things, I hope.” You say making Jake chuckle.

“All good things.” His mother says with a smile. “Are you hungry? Thirsty? Kelly just grilled a bunch of burgers and Sam’s working on cocktails for everyone.”

Jake leans down to you. “I’d avoid Sam’s cocktails at all costs.” He says making you giggle.

“Hey now, I’ve gotten better.” Sam says as he shakes up a new concoction before pouring it into a glass. “Tell ‘em Danny.”

A taller gentleman standing beside him shakes his head as a smile creeps across his face. He brushes his curls out of his face. Jake snorts and shakes his head. “(Y/N), meet Daniel. A longtime childhood friend who just seems to never go away.” He jokes and shoots Danny a wink.

Danny laughs. He claps a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “I stuck around to make sure this dumbass stays out of trouble.”

“Clearly didn’t do his job very well.” Josh says. “Sammy boy got arrested in high school.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “Let it go.” He grumbles. “Geez, you go to jail once and no one ever lets you live it down.” He looks straight at you. “Have you ever been to prison?”

“Samuel,” Their mother scolds. “Leave her alone.”

“Uh well,” You speak up and lean on the kitchen counter. “I actually have been.”

Sam perks up. “Do tell.”

You suck in a breath before exhaling. “It’s not as cool as yours but.. I was sixteen and got caught spray painting the high school gym.”

Sam’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding..”

A smile spreads across your face. “I wish.. No, I was arrested for shoplifting makeup.”

“She’s cool, I like her.” Their sister speaks up as she walks into the kitchen. “You must be (Y/N),” She says with a smile. “Great to finally meet you, I’m Veronica but everyone calls me Ronnie. Please don’t let my brothers scare you away.”

“Oh, pfft..” Josh slings his arm around your shoulders. “We can’t do that..” He says making you giggle.

The rest of the evening was spent telling stories, some embarrassing ones of Jake but also cute ones that still embarrassed Jake. Eventually he got tired of it and left the kitchen leaving you with his brothers. You politely excused yourself from the table and went to find him.

Finding Jake out on the front porch sitting on the stairs, you walk over and join him. He looks up at you before lowering his head again. “If it makes you feel any better, I thought the stories were cute.”

Jake scoffs and shakes his head. “No, they weren’t.”

“Yes they were.” You say. “Come on, imagining you as a little boy and running around dressed as a pirate? That’s too adorable.” Jake rolls his eyes. “But come on, I bet even now you’d be cute.. Maybe even sexy.”

“Don’t do it..” He says, his jaw clenching. “Not here.”

“Then let’s go back to the hotel.” You say.

“And what excuse would I give my mother for leaving? ‘I want to go fuck my girlfriend’?”

“Well.. Not exactly..”

“(Y/N)..”

“Oh come on Jake.. You’ve been teasing me ever since we left the gardens. The constant edging in the car. I would’ve grabbed the steering wheel to throw us off the road just so you could fuck me in a ditch.. Now you’re pissed at them for embarrassing you. Just say you’re tired and we can leave.”

You could tell he was getting antsy. His knee is shaking and his fists are balled up and hanging between his knees. He takes in a deep breath before exhaling.

“One hour..” He says standing up. “And then we can leave.” Your mouth opens ready to protest but he reaches down and closes it. “Not another word.” He holds his hand out to you and he pulls you to your feet. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you.” He whispers in your ear. He pulls away and heads back inside the house.

Who knew time would go so damn slow? It felt like eternity before Jake finally bid his goodbyes to his family and dragged you from the house. His knuckles gripped the steering wheel tightly as he drove to the hotel. More like speed to the hotel.

You hadn’t been inside the room for more than a second before he already had you pinned to the wall and his lips pressed to yours. Grabbing fists full of your shirt in his hands, he rips it open and tosses it away before tearing off his own shirt. He pulls you in close to his body, your chests pressed together. You can feel his heart racing. He’s eager and impatient.

Hoisting you onto his waist he carries you over to the bed and lays you down, his lips never breaking from yours. He lays down and pulls away long enough to unbutton your pants and pull them off. His eyes grow wide as he sees just how soaked your panties are already. A low growl emits from his throat and his hands tighten around your thighs.

Pulling down your panties he tosses them to the floor before bringing his face back between your legs. Your head falls back into the mattress as a moan slips out when you feel his tongue graze against your center.

“Oh fuck..” You groan.

“Mmmm, does my baby like that?”

“Yes…” You moan.

He continues working you with his tongue before pulling away and inserting his fingers. Your back arches as you clutch tightly to the bedsheets.

“My pretty girl,” He says, pumping his finger in and out of you. “You always do so well for me.” He leans over top of you and holds your chin in his hand to turn your head to look at him. “Look at me, I watch to watch your eyes as your pupils dilate. As your body gives in.”

You can see the darkness fill his eyes like something has taken over him. Jake moans, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Fuck baby,” He says feeling you clench around his fingers. “Already?”

You nod your head as you hold tightly to his biceps. “Jake… I need to..”

“No baby, not yet.” He says before retracting his fingers.

“Jake..” You whine.

“Hold it..”

“But Jake-”

“I said, hold it.”

He climbs off the bed and pulls off his pants before heading for the bathroom. You watch as he closes the door behind him. Seconds follow and you hear water from the shower running.

“Jake!” You shout. You climb off the bed and storm over to the bathroom and throw open the door. You can see the silhouette of his body through the shower curtain. “Jacob! You’re taking a shower?!”

“Yes princess.” He responds. You watch as his arms raise by his head and drag through his hair.

“Right now?!”

He chuckles. “Was there something you wanted?”

You reach for the curtain and throw it open. He looks at you with his one eyebrow raised. “You can’t just work me like that and then walk away. And then to take a shower?!”

A smirk appears on his face. “Oh.. I was supposed to let you cum, right?”

Your hands slap your bare thighs. “No shit asshole.”

He laughs and wipes his hands across his face to rid it of the soap sliding down from his hair. “Well what are you waiting for?” He says. “Do it.”

“I can’t just do it on command.” You say.

“Oh no?”

“Jacob…” You watch him wash the soap out of his hair. He snaps his finger and points to a spot in the shower in front of him.

“Come here.”

You step into the shower and close the curtain. He pulls you into his body allowing the water to run down your head and body soaking your hair.

“Is that my only job? To make you cum?” He says, his hand gliding down your arms before coming to rest on your hips. He moves one hand back up to your head and he gently tilts it to the side to kiss your neck.

“N-No..” You respond in a shaky voice.

“No?”

“No..”

“So what else do I do?” He says. “Besides making your sweet little kitty pur?” He nibbles on your earlobe before lapping his tongue over it.

“You…” It was hard for you to concentrate on speaking coherent words while feeling his one hand on your hip slip in between your legs and cup your center. “You uh..”

“I what?” He says rubbing his palm in slow circles against your folds.

“You love me.”

“That’s all I do? Love you and make you cum?” He says. “What about when I make you breakfast in bed? Bring home flowers because I saw some in the park that I thought you would like?”

You feel his fingers tease the outside of your entrance before slowly inserting it. Your head falls onto his shoulder.

“Jake…”

“But I have to admit, pleasing you is my favorite.” Pulling his hand away from your center, he pushes you away from him and leans you against the wall of the shower. “I love feeling you squirm against my body as I send you over the edge.” He hitches your legs up and his waist. “But I love it even more, feeling myself inside of you.” He lines himself up at your entrance and slowly pushes inside of you.

Your head falls against the shower wall. “Fuck, Jake…” You claw at his back.

“You’re so warm..” He sighs. “So wet. So perfect.”

He pulls out slightly before thrusting back inside of you. In. Out. In. Out. His breathing becomes labored as he grips tightly to your hips to keep you steady on his waist. You can feel the twisting and burning feeling in your gut, filling your veins and paralyzing your body. He groans feeling your walls clench around his cock.

“Come on baby..” He says into your ear. “Let me feel you.”

“Jake…” You moan. “You… You go first.”

He pulls his head away as he stops thrusting. “What?”

“I want you to go first.” You say. “I want to feel you fill me up with everything. You know you want to. You know you can’t last any longer.”

He thrusts into you more harshly and his fingernails dig into your skin. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you as his grip tightens. One of his hands shoots up the towel holder on the wall above your head as he grips so tightly his knuckles turn white. Like always, he fucks you through his climax and keeps going as you release right behind him.

After allowing you both to calm your bodies, he pulls out of you and rests his head on your shoulder. He holds you in his arms, his hands open flat against your back. You can smell the woodsy men’s shampoo in his hair.

“Your hair smells good..” You say eliciting a laugh from Jake.

After finishing in the shower, you both go out to the bedroom and get dressed before crawling into bed and cuddling with each other. Jake’s arms wrapped around your body and holding you close as he nuzzles his face into your neck like he always does. It doesn’t take long before the two of you drift off to sleep.

The next morning you wake up to the smell of coffee and a breeze flowing through the room. Opening your eyes you find Jake sitting out on the balcony with his laptop resting on his thighs while he holds a cup of coffee in one hand. Stepping out onto the balcony, he turns his head to look up at you and gives you a soft smile.

“Good morning.” You say as you sit in the chair opposite of Jake.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “More like afternoon.” He says. “You slept in pretty late.”

You groan and hang your head back. “I did?”

“Mmhmm..” Jake nods as he sips on his coffee. “I’ve been working on Sam’s photos. You want to look?”

You jolt up right and nod your head. Jake smiles and moves the laptop off of his lap and to the table. He motions you over with a nod of his head and pats his lap. Going over to Jake, you sit on his lap and he begins to scroll through the photos.

“These are wonderful.” You say as you gaze upon the photos in awe.

“This one is my favorite.” Jake scrolls through the photos and stops on one in particular.

Sam and Haley are pressed close together. Sam’s hand rests on the nape of her neck as he cradles her face gently in her hands. Her hand rests on his wrist with their faces only a few centimeters away from each other. He looks at Haley with such love. His eyes worship her as he gazes into her own.

“It’s so beautiful.” You say as you lean closer. “Adoração.” You mutter.

“I’m sorry?” Jake questions.

“Adoração.” You repeat. “It’s Portuguese–means to worship or adore.”

Jake wraps his arms around your waist as he leans forward to lay his chin on your shoulder. “I love that.” He says. “Maybe this will be the photo I’ll display in my gallery.”

You turn your head to look at him. “Your gallery?” Jake nods his head. “You have a gallery?”

“I will soon.” He says. “I found a great space in Nashville not far from my loft. When we head back, I’ll have to show you. I think you’ll love it.”

“Oh, I get to see it before anyone else?”

“Well,” He shrugs his shoulders. “Sam’s been helping me with the interior design and placements for photos but aside from him, yes you will get to see it before anyone else.”

You turn around on his lap to straddle his waist. “I can’t wait to see it.”

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Stubborn As Ever

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〚 Pairing- Maya Bishop x Carina DeLuca 〛

〚 Summary - Maya is sick at work, Carina comes to take her home. 〛

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“Bishop.” A loud voice echoed through the bunks as a very annoyed looking Herrera looked down from the balcony, her on her hips, “Don’t you dare start an epidemic in this station.”

Maya sniffled, titling her head to look up at her, “I’m fine Andy.” She grumbled, sniffling loudly before quickly wiping her nose on her sleeve.

“You’re fooling nobody.”

Herrera's expression softened as she descended the steps, concern etched across her features as she came face to face with the pale blonde, “You look sooo healthy Bishop, so very not sick.” The sarcasm was thick in her voice but her tone all sympathy.

This was bound to happen eventually. It was Winter - prime cold and flu season. In fact they’d already dropped off two patients at Grey Sloan earlier after they’d presented dehydration and flu symptoms.

Of course it was just an occupational hazard. Just another part of the job. And while most of the crew did have pretty good immune systems, eventually everyone gets sick somehow. This was Maya’s turn.

“You have a fever estúpida.” Andy sighed, the back of her palm pressed against her best friend’s forehead, whistling through her teeth at the heat radiating from her, “God you’re as stubborn as ever.” Maya only groaned in reply, waving her hand dismissively but she could protest further, a sudden sneeze had her jolting forwards, catching both of them off guard.

Herrera’s face twisted as she jumped back in surprise, “Oh Maya! Ew!” She shook her head, “I’m literally covered in your-  ugh, just, never mind. You’re going home, right now. You hear me?”

Her voice held the ‘don’t you dare argue with me right now or I will make your life hell’ tone, one Maya didn’t have the strength or will to argue with right now. Instead, the blonde simply nodded, allowing Andy to pull her up as she walked her to the front desks.

“Sit.” A tissue box was stolen from another desk and swiftly placed in front of Maya as she sat down in one of the swivelling chairs, “I’ll call Carina, alright? I doubt your wife will forgive me if I let you keel in the streets over while trying to stumble home.”

Maya sniffled again, reaching for the tissue box and blowing her nose loudly. She winced at the sound, feeling utterly drained as she leaned back in the chair. Andy hovered nearby, worry etched on her face as she dialled Carina's number.

It was picked up after only two rings, “Hello? Hi Carina, it’s Andy.” Herrera began explaining the situation and that Maya definitely needed to be taken home.

“Yeah, she’s here with me right now.” She looked down just in time to see Maya’s head bob down into a crumpled handful of tissues, sneezing twice in rapid succession, “Yup, thats her. Are you sure? Okay, thank you so much. That’s great. We’ll see you soon.”

“She’s coming to pick you up.” The brunette smiled as she set the phone down back on the retriever. Maya simply nodded before muffling a deep cough into her arm, “You really don’t do things by half do you? Come here, let me check your actual temp’ please.”

“I was fine earlier.” The firefighter groaned in response, slumping back in the chair. Andy rolled her eyes and reached down to grab the thermometer from the first aid kit they kept beneath the desk. “Vic’s already out, I need to be here.” Maya continued to mumble.

“The difference is Vic actually told us she wasn’t feeling well when she felt this coming on and you had to sense to send her home. So, when did you feel this coming on, hm? Because I’m betting it’s been a few hours. Now, come on, turn this way for me.” 

She did so - reluctantly.  As she turned to the side, Andy slotted the thermometer into her ear and pressed down the button. It beeped once and they waited a few moments for the second beep.

As the device beeped again, Andy glanced at the reading, her brows furrowing slightly. "Well, congratulations, Captain. You've officially joined the ranks of the feverish.” She let her hand move to gently rub her shoulder, “She’ll be here soon.”

As Maya sat there, feeling increasingly miserable, she couldn't help but sneeze again, the force of it causing her to double over slightly. Andy frowned sympathetically, handing her another tissue before reassuringly patting her on the back.

Just then, the sound of the door opening signalled Carina's arrival. She entered the room with concern etched on her face, quickly assessing Maya's condition.

“Oh Mai, you look so ill.” Her was soft as she quickly came to the firefighter’s side, “How are you feeling amore mio?”

Andy watched with a soft smile, watching as her best friend’s-tired eyes slowly grew more awake. She discreetly slipped away to go and gather Maya’s things, giving the two of them a moment of privacy.

Maya managed a weak smile up at Carina, her eyes watery as she struggled through a chesty cough. "Not great," She admitted, voice strained as she spoke, “Sorry for making you come all the way here just to collect me.”

“Shh, none of that.” Carina soothed her gently, reaching out to cup her cheeks, “Oh, bambina you are so hot.” 

She moved her hands to press her hand to her girlfriend’s forehead, sighing softly before pressing a gentle kiss to her fever flushed skin.

“Her temperature’s 101.7.” Herrera chimed in as she came back from collecting Maya’s bags.

“101.7? That’s…uh, around 38 and a half? Si?” Carina mumbled to herself, still trying to get used to converting to the imperial system. It was one of the many American things she still hadn’t quite gotten used to yet.

“Poor girl, let’s get you home then bambina, hm?” The Italian purred, offering out her hand to help her girlfriend up from the chair she’d been slumped in, “There’s a nice bed waiting for you when we’re back.”

“Mmh’bed does sound good right now.” Maya sniffled loudly as she gave into the temptation of climbing into bed and getting cuddles from her beyond amazing girlfriend. 

“You know protocol Bishop, you’re not back in here until at least 24 hours after that fever breaks.” Andy smiled as she held the door open for the two of them. Nodding in mutual understanding as Carina thanked her quietly.

Luckily Carina hadn’t parked far away, only round the corner. The two of them walked together, Maya taking slow unsteady steps as she swayed before the doctor noticed and put her around her waist. As she did so, she didn’t miss the way Maya shivered as the cold, winter air nipped against her bare skin. “Come here sweetheart, that’s better.” She murmured, taking off her thick cardigan to pull it around her girlfriend’s shoulders instead.

“It’s- I don’t need this Carina- It’s cold, you need to be warm too.” Maya began to protest but her pleads fell on dead ears. There wasn’t much point to them now anyway, they’d reached Carina’s car already.

As she helped get Maya settled in the passenger seat, Maya couldn't suppress the itching in her sinuses and suddenly ducked down into her elbow with a series of harsh sneezes, each one followed by an apologetic sniffle. "Sorry, Car’. I promise I'm not doing this on purpose," She looked away, not wanting to make eye contact. Being sick was still something she’d yet to adapt to. Her father’s lessons were still as clear as they’d ever been about that. Eyes forward. Embrace the pain.

The doctor looked over with sad eyes, pouting as the firefighter sniffled miserably into the sleeve of her borrowed clothes, “Salute bambina. I promise you don’t have to apologise for anything. You’re human, it’s only natural and you can’t control it.” Her voice was soft, but the teasing tone was unmissable as she nudged her lightly, “There’s tissues in the compartment, don’t get your germs on my favourite cardi’ please.”

Maya raised an eyebrow fondly as she chuckled, well, to be honest it was more of the beginning of a laugh being immediately proceeded by a round of deep coughing.

Carina murmured something worriedly in Italian as she glanced over at her wife, it was hard not to notice how tired and pale she still looked, despite the warmth of the cardigan wrapped around her shoulders.

“We’ll get you home, okay?” She reached over to squeeze the blonde’s thigh, “Just sit tight bella.”

It didn’t take long to reach home. Mainly because Carina had driven at slightly irresponsible speeds. Despite the short journey, it had been long enough for the firefighter’s eyes start to close on their own, her head bobbing forward as Carina pulled into their driveway.

“Sleepy girl.” Carina murmured, her voice laced with tenderness, trying to rouse her from her drowsiness, “We’re home sweetheart.”

Maya stirred slightly, blinking groggily as she looked around, momentarily disoriented before remembering where they were. "Home?” She mumbled; her voice thick with exhaustion.

Carina smiled softly, unbuckling her seatbelt before leaning over to help Maya with hers. "That's right, let's get you inside where you can rest properly," she said, her tone soothing as she opened the car door.

Maya nodded weakly, allowing Carina to assist her as she stepped out of the car, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. She sniffled weakly against the brunette’s shoulder as she guided her inside. She murmured something intelligible before legs buckled under her that. Luckily, Carina had been ready, and she carefully scooped Maya into her arms, cradling her gently as she carried her bridal style towards their room.

Reaching their bedroom, Carina gently laid Maya down on their bed, tucking her in with extra blankets to keep her warm. Maya curled up instinctively, seeking comfort in the softness of their shared sheets.

"I'll make you some tea, amore," Carina said softly, pressing a tender kiss to Maya's forehead before heading to the kitchen.

Minutes later, Carina returned with a tray holding a steaming mug of herbal tea and a bowl of soup. She placed it on the bedside table and sat beside Maya, gently stroking her hair.

"Here, drink this. It'll help you feel better," Carina said, offering her the mug, rubbing her back soothingly as she drank the hot liquid, “That’s better, si?”

She nodded, letting herself relax into the pillows, “Much.” Maya sniffled, rubbing her hand beneath her nose as it twitched. She just managed to set her cup aside before a sudden bout of sneezing overtook her, each one accompanied by a soft, sleepy sound. Carina chuckled softly, reaching for a tissue to gently dab at Maya's nose.

“Bless you, amore," she murmured, reaching for a tissue to dab at Maya's nose tenderly, "Looks like someone's still feeling a bit under the weather."

Maya sniffled, her eyes fluttering open briefly before she buried herself deeper into the warmth of the blankets. "Sorry," she whispered, her voice hoarse with fatigue, "I can't pull myself together.”

Carina's expression softened further as she continued to stroke Maya's hair soothingly, “You don’t need to pull anything, you just lay there and rest. Just rest now, bella, that’s all. I'll be right here if you need anything," Carina murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her warm forehead, before snuggling in beside her, wrapping a comforting arm around Maya’s front, “Thank you for letting me take you home bambina.”

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The hole doesn’t go away in the pod.

It was stupid to think that it would. They all watched him die. All of them. They watched his eyes go dull. They watched him collapse to the ground. He swayed, for a moment. Like his body wasn’t quite ready to fall, ready to give up, even as his brain was fried to death.

He fell forward, in the end. Even though he was against a wall. He tipped right forward, nose smashing to the ground, like he was suddenly top heavy. None of them were fast enough to catch him. None of them were fast enough to even move, not for several moments, not for so long that they would have been killed, too, if their helmets had been cracked like Lance’s.

The worst part was that he laid there. For who knows how long. Just – by himself, on the ground, arms tucked close to his chest, face to the floor. Like he does when he’s really frustrated with something and needs to feel the weight of his body crushing him a little. Sometimes when he’s really frustrated he does that in front of Keith. He stomps to Keith’s room and flops right on Keith’s bed, careless of how many times he bumps into Keith on the way down, shoves his face in Keith’s pillow and tucks his arms under him. That’s how Keith knows he does it, the arm thing. Because he trusts Keith enough to feel frustrated around him.

It made Keith really guilty. Here he was, fighting off a hoard of Galran soldiers with burning eyes, as Lance lay frustrated behind him. Injured, too. That wasn’t fair. Keith was supposed to be helping. He was supposed to be quietly running his hand over Lance’s back until Lance settled enough to talk. That was his job. He needed to do his job.

“Room’s thinning out,” Shiro had said quietly. “Keep it up and we’ll be done with this in twenty, okay, guys?”

There was no answer. Not even a twitch of acknowledgement. No one spoke up or grunted or nodded or nothing. Nothing until the final soldier was killed, slashed to pieces by Keith’s blade. Nothing for several moments after, even, as all of them stood still and listless and thoughtless.

“We must go now,” Allura had announced, finally breaking the silence. “Home. Castle. We must.”

Her words seemed to snap the rest of them into action, each of them stepping over the carnage they made, with half-aborted movements, hesitant and confused.

“We need the data,” Pidge mumbled. “That we came here for. Before we blow the place.”

Hunk had made a noise. Keith still doesn’t quite know how to describe it. It was gravelly, almost. Scraped raw. Not quite pained, though. Not then. Like a thought had travelled down from his brain to be shared to the group but had shriveled up and died in his throat. Like he wasn’t sure of anything, anymore.

“I’ll wait with Lance,” Hunk had said softly. “He got hurt. He shouldn’t – he doesn’t like being alone. Not when he’s hurt.”

Hysterical laughter bubbled up in Keith’s throat, and it took every ounce of strength he had to fight it off, to shove it down somewhere dark and stupid inside him. “Not ever.”

Keith stumbled over the severed leg of a sentry, on his way to Lance. The sting of his palms smacking on the metal ground zapped right up his arms, making his elbows shake. He struggled to get back to his feet. He thinks he kicked a few more scattered limbs on his way up. He’s not sure. He knows the sound of it rattled around in his brain.

He and Hunk reached Lance at the same time. The rest of the team had already filed out by then, or at least Keith hadn’t noticed them in the room anymore. Not that he really noticed anything, at that point. At that point, all he was worried about were his hands, gently around Lance’s left arm, hauling him up with Hunk’s help to lean on the wall. Keith and Hunk sat pressed closely to either side of him, propping him upright.

“It’ll be okay, Lance,” Hunk had said quietly. “I’ll carry you back to the castle. And then a couple hours in the healing pod and you’ll be up in no time.”

It’s been six hours, now. None of them have done anything but stand, tired and banged up and exhausted, staring blankly ahead of them. Keith keeps cycling the day over and over in his brain. Somehow, the look on Lance’s face, seconds after the blast burns through his forehead, changes every time. The first time Keith was sure it was fear. Then surprise. Then pain, then exhaustion, then blank nothingness.

Then, worst of all, accusation. The worst one of them all was the image in Keith’s brain of Lance’s dark brown eyes, sour in their pain, looking at Keith in some kind of betrayal.

You can’t save me, those eyes said. I looked to you in my last moments and I was scared and I was hurt and I was vulnerable and I wanted to rely on you like you relied on me for months and months and months and you let me die. You killed me. I will never be alive again and it is because you failed me.

Keith has fallen in those spirals before. Lance likes to say that Keith is obsessed with making himself feel guilty before anyone else has the chance to. He’s right, of course. Lance is bossy and sarcastic and incendiary, but he’s right, a lot.

“Children,” Coran says, quiet and sad and wary. “The pods are –” he stops for a minute, choked. “The pods are not machines of miracle.”

“Don’t,” Pidge begs. There are tear tracks dried on her cheeks. “Please. He just needs a couple more hours.”

Coran slumps forward. Keith has never seen him slump, before. He’s always stood tall, heels clicked together. He has stood tall in front of Galran fleets that stretched farther than the eye could see. He has stood tall as the team failed again and again. He has stood tall as his entire planet burned to ashes and he was one of two people to be left to rise among them.

But now he loses his strength. Standing in front of Lance’s dead fucking body and the dead fucking team he loses his strength.

“He’s gone,” Keith chokes out, and he can’t hold himself up anymore. His knees buckle and hit the ground, hard, and it hurts but he can barely feel it.

No one says anything else. No one has to. They stand in front of Lance’s corpse until none of them can anymore, and then they turn, one by one, and go to bed.

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His Heir pt. 38 (Darth Maul x pregnant! reader)

Word Count 1679 (sorry it's shorter than usual)

Warnings: angst

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Once I was off-world and on my way to the jump point to get to Bavis where Dasar lived the first thing I did was contact him. The moment he answered I was sobbing. I was trying and struggling to tell him what was wrong.

“Okay, babes, I can’t understand you right now. Look at me,” He waited patiently for me to calm down enough to focus on him, “Good, now deep breath.”

I mimicked his deep breaths until I was able to speak clearly, tears were still falling and I was sniffling and hiccuping through it all but I was finally able to tell him what was wrong.

“He’s not coming.”

“Who, Maul?”

I nodded.

“Why, what happened?”

“He’s just too busy… too busy to come home at night, too busy to spend time with me, too busy to come to my doctor's appointment, and too busy to come to the wedding. I’m sorry.”

He immediately shook his head, “Sweetheart, this is not your mess to apologize for. He’s being a complete ass. I could care less about him coming to the wedding, to tell you the truth he’s only invited because of who he is and because I couldn’t invite you and not him. But this bull shit of being too busy for you is not acceptable. You are literally carrying his son and he has the audacity to blow you off. You get here and we’ll take care of you, okay babes?”

I nodded and sighed as the alert to make the jump began going off.

“Hold on.” I mumbled, leaning forward to hit a few buttons before the blue lights of hyperspace filled the cabin of my ship.

I sighed as I leaned back in the seat and placed my hands on top of my belly.

“Is he giving you a hard time?” He asked, trying to get me to focus on something else.

“Yeah, but it's not really his fault. He went through a growth spurt, his last one supposedly before he was born, so my body is really just trying to catch up. I knew it was coming but I was hoping it wouldn’t happen until after your wedding.”

“Well don’t worry about the dress I have yours set aside and already have plans to make some alterations if needed.” He said.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“Of course!”

“I think I’m going to go lay down for a bit. I have,” I glanced over the dashboard in front of me, “roughly 6 hours before I get there.”

“Oh, that’s perfect! I wanted to take you out on one of the boats, I know you’ve never seen an ocean so I wanted to show you ours here.”

I smiled at that, at least I’d have something to look forward to.

“That sounds fun. I can’t wait. I’ll talk to you later.”

He said his goodbyes before hanging up. I pushed myself up out of the chair and began making my way to the sleeping quarters on my ship. Before I settled down in the bed I set up all the alarms I would need and made sure they would be loud enough for me to hear if need be.

“Come on, kih ik'aad, let’s get some rest. It’s just us two again, but I’m sure we’re used to that by now.”

Dasar PoV

The moment I hung up with Yn I was calling Maul. He was about to get a piece of my mind.

“What?!” He yelled answering the phone.

“Uh Ah, you are not gonna yell at me like that. What you are going to do is tell me what the fuck you did to my best friend.” I snapped back.

“Need I remind you who you are speaking to?” He all but growled at me.

“Yeah, I do, actually. And it ain’t Lord Maul of Crimson Dawn. It’s the man who hurt my best friend, made her cry, and is about to get his ass beat if he doesn’t tell me what the fuck happened. She already told me but I want to hear it from your perspective. So start talking.”

I wasn’t about to let him intimidate me into backing down. I would go to hell and back for Yn, she is my ride or die.

“I guess I’ve been preoccupied with work lat-”

“Wrong.” I cut him off, “She is carrying your baby right now. Not only that but you’ve said it yourself this is a difficult pregnancy, especially for a human. She did this voluntarily, she wanted to do this for you. So right now, ruling Crimson Dawn is a said gig, your full-time job is being there for her and supporting her. And you failed her on that.”

He hung his head at my last sentence.

“I know.” He sounded so ashamed of himself.

“She called me sobbing. Not crying Maul, sobbing. I can count on one hand the times I’ve seen her cry. I’ve never seen her hurting that badly.”

“Is she okay now though?” He asked quietly.

“If you mean has she stopped crying then yes, but she is not okay Maul. You fucked up big time.”

He almost winced at that, knowing what he had done wrong. There was a few beats of silence as he took in and truly processed what he had done.

“How do I fix it?” He pleaded.

“How soon can you leave Dathomir?”

“They are preparing my ship but it needed to be refueled before they began the preflight checks. So maybe another hour.” “That would put you nearly 3 hours behind her…” I stayed silent as I thought about what he could do.

“I know she was really looking forward to watching the sunset on the beach…”

“Okay, that’s a good start… We’re taking her out tomorrow to see the coral reef just off the island. We will push back when we go, we will get back to the private cove right before sunset and you will be there waiting for her. I will have the kitchens prepare you a picnic dinner. You sit on that beach and tell how fucking stupid you were, how much you love her and you vow to her that this will never happen again. Seriously if you hurt her again, I will end you.”

Maul nodded, with his head still hung.

“I need to finish packing.”

“Good. I’ll make sure she’s okay when she gets here.” I said.

“Thank you, Dasar.”

I was taken aback, Maul had never said thank you like that to me before. It was sincere, and I could tell he truly meant it and wasn’t just saying it because it was what needed to be said.

I nodded before ending the call.

Yn’s PoV

I was impressed and grateful that I managed to get a solid four hours of sleep before my approach warnings were going off. You weren’t allowed to jump through the Atune System where Bavis was because there was a heavy asteroid belt that surrounded the outside of it and any ships that tried to make the jump through got damaged… or worse.

“Alright, kih ik'aad, time to get up.” I said before not so gracefully getting out of the bed.

After a good stretch and pop of my back, I shuffled into the cockpit to fly me to Bavis. Unfortunately for me, Bavis was still a good distance away from the edge of the system and it would still take me a bit to get to the actual planet. But I was able to put in the coordinates and let autopilot take over. As I approached the outer atmosphere I took over flying and contacted their commands room channel to alert them of my approach.

“This is Lady Yn requisition clearance to land.” I said.

“Hey, babes, so I moved my ship out of Bay One so you can land there. I didn’t want you to have to walk super far to get to the transport to the palace.”

I was surprised to hear Dasar’s voice come through the coms.

“Dasar, you didn’t have to do that. Also, it’s so late please tell me you didn’t stay up this late just for me.” I said as I began to steer the ship in the right direction.

“Okay, I won’t tell you that then.” He joked, “I’ll come meet you in the hangar. Don’t worry about luggage, I’ll have the droids come to get it for you.”

“Okay.” I said as I landed.

I looked down at my current attire, I was still in what I had slept in. One of Maul’s old tunics that wasn’t a deep v-neck and a pair of sleep shorts that were hardly appropriate for someone of my ranking to be wearing out and about.

Once the ship was landed and shut off I got up and went to open the ramp. After it was lowered, Dasar was already climbing it to meet me.

“Hi, dear.”

I smiled as he came and gave me a hug.

“Damn you weren’t kidding, he’s huge.” He teased.

“Thanks.” I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Hey, I said he, not you.” He defended himself.

“Do I need to change? Like is anyone really going to be up right now and see me?”

“Nope.” He shook his head.

“Awesome. I really didn’t want to, I’m too comfortable to.” “Well, that’s great because we’re not going back to bed just yet.”

“We’re not?” I asked as he hooked his arm with mine and walked me down the ramp.

“Nope… I figured we haven’t had a night to catch up just you and me in a while. And with me getting married and you having the baby soon we probably won’t get a chance to for a good while. So that’s what we’re doing tonight. You, me, a bad holo romcom, snacks, and yes I have chocolate, talking shit, or not, up to you,” He gave me a not-so-subtle wink, “What do you say?”

“That sounds like it is exactly what I need.” I smiled at him.

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violetsoju · 1 year

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"Help me."

You peer over your shoulder to the source of the voice, raising an eyebrow.

“Pretty please?”

“Well, ‘pretty’ meaning as in you. Pretty. Beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Amazing. Jaw-dropping.”

Kuroo knows he has charmed his way with his silly request with your soft chuckles.

“You’re telling me,” You point your makeup brush at him, “As someone who wears a tie to work every day in a suit, you don’t know how to tie a tie?”

“Well, it’s a Saturday.” He reasons, taking small steps across the room towards you. “Ties are for working days. Today is a non-working day. So I’m afraid,” He presents the dark maroon tie before you with both hands as if on a silver platter. “It is out of my ability to tie a tie today.”

You stare at the tie in his hands for a few seconds, analysing his words while giving him a sceptical look.

The air is tense with unspoken words and judgement weighing down one another. Neither party backing down from the intense showdown.

“Fine.” You grab the tie from him. “I guess that’s a valid reason.”

It’s a mini celebration for Kuroo as he mutters a small “Yes” under his breath along with a small fist pump. “Thanks, dear. Love you-”

Unfortunately, his celebration is cut short when he sees that the piece of cloth handed over has now turned into a perfect tie.

He doesn’t even have time to recover from his shock when he finds it back in his hands, along with you stepping away from his line of sight.

“There you go, Mr. Out-of-Business-Hours,” You pat his shoulder as you turn back to your vanity table to continue with your makeup. “And why are you hunched like an old man? I know you’re 80 at heart but not physically yet. Posture is important.”

It’s complete silence after a minute. No fabric rustling sounds, no usual happy off-tune humming, no lame dad jokes. Nothing. You slowly put down your blush and turn around carefully.

A hunched stone statue stands behind you. You can’t decide if it’s a pleading look or a betrayed look. You blink, he blinks. You look at the tie, he looks at the tie. You look back up at him, he looks back up at you.

“What are you waiting for? Put it on.” You gesture with your hands to put the tie over your neck at him. “We don’t have much time left. Chop chop!”

That’s the last blow for Kuroo to turn into an absolute deflated balloon.

It’s only when you grab your bag, ready to head out the door when you realise him sitting at the edge of the bed. The maroon tie hangs a little loosely on his neck.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, bending over to fix his tie neatly.

The big pouty baby doesn’t look up to you and continues to stare at the corner of the room. “I thought you would help me tie my tie.”

“I did!”

“You didn’t.”

Kuroo heaves a heavy sigh at your quizzed look. He straightens his back, the little pout still on his lips, and clears his throat. “It should be like this.” He explains. “You,” He gestures to you, “Should drap the tie around my neck and tie it for me while I,” He gestures to himself, “Lower myself down for you to do so.”

“Like how they do it in dramas?” You deduce.

“Like how they do it in dramas!” He exclaims.

“No wonder you were hunched over like an old man just now.”

“Shut up.”

You sigh fondly at the man in front of you. “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll take the opportunity to take revenge for all the fart bombs you dropped on me by pulling the tie a little too tight?” You ask, faux innocence dripping from your sweet smile as you stroke the silky material on his neck.

His growing pout that’s about to fall off his lips tells you that’s enough teasing for the night.

“We’ll do that next time, okay? Come on, we’re running late for our reservation.” It takes all the might in you to wrap a long coat around the big grown man and drag him out of the house, his groans and nags flying out the door.

“Speaking of dramas, don’t guys tower over girls from behind to show them how to do something in order to get closer to them? Like, teaching them how to play a sport, making coffee, or whatever.” You ask as the both of you wait for the lift to arrive.

A small inaudible murmured “Yeah” floats in the cool Autumn air.

“Wait,” You turn him around to face you directly.

“Did you want a back hug instead?”

The sparkle in his eyes answers you, shrunken ears on the top of his head flipped back up like a switch immediately.

“If you want one, you should say so next time.” You hum knowingly, giving him a coy look.

“I want a back hug.” He affirms, his eyes gazing deep into yours with his decision written in it, never firm than ever.

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

Kuroo feels as if the world is all warm and beautiful again when he feels your body on his from behind, as if time has stopped and he has all the time in the world with you. His hands wrap over your arms as he rubs small circles on your skin with his thumb affectionately.

Two warm bodies sway from left to right gently along to the floor numbers flashing on the LED display. “And if you use the magic word,” You tiptoe to rest your chin on his shoulders, whispering in his ears. “There’s an additional bonus.”

“A back hug, pretty please.”

If there’s something that can’t be wiped off Kuroo’s face for the entire night ahead, it’s his dopey yet proud lovestruck grin, and the red lipstick stain on the side of his cheek that blossoms like the colour of his tie.

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heyimdove · 9 months

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TW: climate change, wildfires, hurricanes, woe.

Sorry, I know you follow me for Good Omens stuff, but I’m freaking out.

San Diego doesn’t get hurricanes, but one, (a category 4???) is coming for us.

I’m a born and raised San Diegan and I can’t believe I’m typing this at all. But here we are, facing Hurricane Hilary and collectively holding our breath, wondering if we’ll be okay. Wondering what we’ll look like in a few hours.

I’m a worrier. I worry. I worry for our loud wonderful parrots who wake me up every day, and for our marine wildlife who I love with all my heart. I fear for our homeless community, who have already dealt with enough this year just existing, and who are too often children. I worry for the people who believe they’ll be okay, will make a bad decision or two, and prove themselves wrong.

It all makes me think of 2003.

For a week that October, it felt like the world was ending. The Cedar Fire, which was the biggest fire in California history (might still be) burned for a week. I was little.

We had never had snow days (the only snow we get out here comes in cone form), but suddenly white ash was falling like snow and school was canceled. This was the first revelation to me that we were really In It.

I remember sitting at the sliding glass door with my big sister, small feet pressed against the glass, as we watched the sky turn black from smoke and ash. I remember how you could only tell it was daytime because you could still see the sun behind the smoke. It was this ominous, dull red orb, like a dying ember, like Sauron’s eye, like God had abandoned us but stuck around to watch til the credits rolled. Even inside, we held wet washcloths over our noses and mouths so we wouldn’t inhale the ash that snuck into the house through cracks we didn’t know we had.

I remember my dad, crying and clutching the phone, as he begged my grandma to follow evacuation orders to leave their house. Grandpa didn’t want to go, so he stood on the roof with a garden hose, watching a wall of fire two blocks away as it ate trees and homes. He stood up there, spraying the roof like it would make any difference, while Grandma broke down and screamed for him to escape while they still could. Dad kept saying “leave him, Mom, leave him!”

I’ll be honest: that fucked me up.

Scripps Ranch, their part of town, has eucalyptus trees. They’re oily. They blow up when they catch fire. He only agreed to leave when he watched one explode a few houses away. My loyal, loving grandma didn’t leave him behind.

That taught me something strange about love that I haven’t been able to untangle since. I love my grandfather, but I never have forgiven him for what he put her through that day. What he prioritized under the black skies and white ash and red sun when people were dying. I wonder if he thinks he won, that he beat the fire, because their house didn’t burn in the end. I wonder if he thinks of himself as David and the fire Goliath, not realizing that his David was so small, Goliath hadn’t ever known he existed.

I hope so much that we don’t get more Davids this time around.

That people don’t hear about 19ft waves and grab their boards. Don’t drive their cars through the same place it always floods in Mission Valley, the same place people always end up drowning. Don’t try to save a house and lose a life instead.

That fire season was our worst, but fire response has improved so much since. Everyone said it was so bad because we hadn’t been prepared; now we do backburns, controlled burns, we’re better about campfire education. We’re safer now. We listen to evacuation orders. We have bug out bags and back up plans and binders where we keep our important documents. Aside from the occasional low-grade panic when I smell fire in the air that may be a barbecue, may not, I’m not really even afraid of wildfires now, only sad for the places impacted by them, like Hawaii and Canada. I find myself wondering what their sun looks like.

When I think back, I also remember how everyone came together to help. Firefighters from across the country and around the world came to help fight. Came to help us. It chokes me up as I write- especially when I think about the active fire maps and remember we only have so many firefighters.

I hope we don’t need backup this time. But I’m scared anyway.

Because we don’t have hurricane practice. This is new. The rain this year was new. The October-June winter was new. I’m scared this is is like 2003 and we’ve got a massive deadly natural event and no idea how to fight it. We didn’t build for this.

I hope this is just a dramatic response to what winds up being nothing. I was in Ireland during Hurricane Ophelia, and that was a bit of wild weather, but most people shrugged it off. I’m crossing fingers and everything else I can for an Ophelia situation.

To any San Diegans reading: don’t shoot the Hurricane.

But if it’s worse, then I just want to say I love my city. I love the way we held each other up in 2003 and 2007 and 2020-22. I hope we never have to again, but I’m grateful I have all of you if we do.

I just sandbagged around the house, covered the windows with blankets, filled the freezer with ice. Everything’s charging, my flashlights have batteries, and my bathtub is clean and full of water. I’m not religious, but I still said a little prayer for the fish in my pond and brought in the patio umbrella. I couldn’t catch the black cat that hangs out in my yard so I said a little prayer for her, too.

I hope I reblog this on Monday to tell you I’m a silly and melodramatic idiot, but today I’m scared. Climate change is real and something must be done. I’m sick of fires and floods and this self-fulfilling prophecy that the end is nigh.

We still have options. We have addresses (figuratively speaking). We know how to build the guillotines (figuratively speaking). We outnumber those who would have our streets flood and our homes burn for personal profit- and we can permanently separate them from it (figuratively speaking). And I am tired of speaking in codes about who our enemies are now that the planet is fighting back. I’m sick of having to say I’m figuratively speaking.

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karmic-vibes · 2 years

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If I Can Dream

11 - Blow Away the Doubt and Fear

art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr and lazyjunebug on twitter

cw: gender dysphoria

Year: 1988

Eddie’s due date was quickly creeping up on the couple—they often found themselves in a panic, realizing how much they had to do. From moving into their new home, to painting the nursery, to the nightmare that was assembling the crib, to trying to throw together a baby shower (mainly to get free things for the baby).

Technically, Eddie wasn’t due until mid-November, but during the last week of October, he started to feel off. His back was killing him, he was constantly getting quick, sharp pains in his abdomen (presumably from Bonnie moving around), and there was constant pressure on his pelvic floor.

Needless to say, he was miserable.

While Steve was making dinner one evening, Eddie stood up from the couch, only to quickly fall back down. Steve poked his head in when he heard Eddie grunt in pain, concerned for his husband. He lowered the temperature on the stove and walked in, kneeling down next to Eddie.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” he panted.

“Okay, breathe, Ed. What happened?”

“I got up to use the bathroom and some stuff came out of me and now the couch and my pants are all wet.” Steve’s eyes bulged before whispering shit and fuck to himself repeatedly. “What? What, Steve?”

“Your water broke…”

“Holy shit, holy shit! What the fuck do we do?”

“Stay calm, labor usually takes a while with your first kid. Let’s try and get some food in you because once you’re there, they won’t let you eat.”

“Okay… okay…” Eddie breathed, hand resting atop his bump.

“Let me know when you start feeling contractions, alright? I’ll time them and when they’re like four or five minutes apart we’ll head to the hospital. Sound good?” Eddie frantically nodded. “Okay, I’m gonna finish dinner and get you some water. Sit tight.”

Steve rushed to finish making dinner for the two of them. He tried getting Eddie to eat as much as possible before they headed into the hospital, because lord knows how long this was going to take. Eddie’s contractions gradually started to appear, becoming more and more painful as the time went on.

Initially, he barely noticed them, thinking it was mild cramping, but about two hours in, he wanted to rip his whole uterus out. His back felt like there was a knife in it while someone was twisting and turning the blade. His pelvic floor felt like an elephant was standing on it, putting all the pressure in the world onto it.

Nearly five hours in, Eddie’s contractions were four minutes apart. Steve had already set up the car seat and packed their overnight bags, along with outfits for Bonnie. Steve slung Eddie’s arm around his shoulder as Steve kept his around Eddie’s waist. The two took baby steps to the car, Eddie whining in pain with every few steps.

With complete [dis]regard to traffic laws, Steve managed to get Eddie to the hospital in seemingly record time. Given the time of night, they had to be admitted through the E.R.—they could not get rid of Eddie fast enough, so in ten or so minutes, he was transferred to labor and delivery.

His team of nurses and midwives got him set up on their monitors, recording his vitals, and setting him up to monitor the baby’s heart rate. After about an hour, they noticed his labor was slowing down, so they allowed him to get up and walk around.

He found himself hunched over the hospital bed, with Steve gently rubbing his back. During each contraction, Eddie frantically reached for Steve’s hand and squeezed the life out of it. As much as it hurt, Steve knew better than to complain about the pain from it.

“Hey, do you–“

“Mmm…” Eddie hummed in pain, head resting on his arm on the bed.

“Do you maybe take the rings off… for like five minutes‽” Eddie glanced up at Steve, sweat pouring from his forehead—if Eddie’s look could kill, Steve would be six feet under. “What if I just…”

Steve started taking his rings off when the contractions passed. Eddie continued glaring at him, wondering where his husband got the audacity to remove his rings. Once they were all safely tucked away in the overnight bag, the doctor headed in to do Eddie’s hourly dilation check. He got settled back in the bed and firmly held a grip on Steve’s hand. The doctor squirted the gel onto Eddie’s abdomen and did a final sonogram check.

“How’re you feeling, Eddie?” Dr. Griffin asked, still staring at the screen.

“Oh, just peachy. You know, there’s a tiny person trying to crawl its way out of me.”

“Actually, she’s not.”

“What?” Eddie and Steve asked.

“She’s breech. There’s a lot of risks with her being in the position she’s in, and a lot of risks for you too.”

“Like what?” Eddie asked.

“You would be risking hemorrhaging from tearing, possible heart dysthymia from trying to push, among a few other things.”

“And for our daughter?” Steve whispered.

“Well, depending on how she works her way out, which, as of right now, it looks like her behind will be first, you risk her head getting stuck, shoulder dystocia, or getting wrapped in her cord, which could cause harm to the placenta.”

“Christ,” Eddie cried, burying his head in his hands.

“Now, if you still want to try pushing and having a natural delivery, we can do that, but I do highly recommend we get you in the O.R. and perform a c-section.”

“Stevie…” Eddie whispered. “What do I do?”

“Whatever you want to do, Eds. But, if I’m being honest, I would feel more comfortable if you got the c-section. I just feel like it’s safer for you and Bon.”

“C-section it is then,” Eddie sighed.

“Okay, I’ll send anesthesia in to get you set up, then a nurse will be in afterwards to prep you for the procedure. Mr. Harrington, we’ll have a CNA take you to get scrubbed in shortly.”

“Thank you,” Steve said.

Before they knew it, Eddie was numb from the neck down and Steve was in hospital scrubs. The procedure went well with no complications—once the umbilical cord was cut, she was held up for Eddie to see. He burst into tears and a smile was plastered across his face.

“Hi, baby girl,” he sobbed. “We love you so much… so glad you’re okay.”

“Hi, Bonnie,” Steve cried. “You’re so pretty, honey, yes you are.”

“We’re going to get her washed up,” a nurse said.

“I’ve never seen you cry before,” Steve said.

“Shut up,” Eddie sniffed. “So… we’re dads…”

“We are dads,” Steve chuckled as he wiped his tears away.

“What the fuck do we do now?”

“We’ll figure it out.” Steve kissed Eddie’s forehead and smiled fondly at him.

“Alright, Ed, we’re gonna stitch you up.”

“Uh, wait,” Steve said.

“Wait? What do you mean wait?” Eddie hissed. “I’m wide open here, Harrington!”

“Can you um… as long as it’s okay with my spouse, can you guys do a full hysterectomy? You know, just while you’re already there?” Steve said.

“Wait, Steve… are you sure?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah… I’m sure.”

“But… you want more kids?”

“The one we have is enough… I promise.”

“Thank you,” Eddie cried.

“Eddie, are you okay with that? If we perform a full hysterectomy?” Dr. Griffin asked.

“God, yes! Get it out of me!” he chuckled as he sobbed. “Steve, fill out whatever paperwork you need to. To anyone listening, he can do it on my behalf.”

“Do you even want to know the risks or what’s going to happen?” Dr. Griffin asked.

“I don’t care about the risks and I know to expect fatigue and hot flashes and an increase in testosterone. Now let’s go, get it out.”

“Alright, we’ll have anesthesia increase your current dose. Mr. Harrington, if you would like to de-scrub and join your daughter in the nursery you are more than welcome.”

“Thank you.” He leaned down and kissed Eddie. “I love you so much. I’m proud of you. Good luck.”

“I love you too. You can handle Bonnie’s paperwork, right?”

“Yeah, I got it, don’t worry.”

“Okay… tell her I love her.”

“I will.”

Several hours later, Steve was sitting in Eddie’s postpartum room, cradling Bonnie against his chest. Eddie gradually woke up, extremely groggy, to find his husband smiling fondly at their daughter.

“Don’t you two look cozy,” Eddie mumbled.

“You’re awake,” Steve whispered.

“Sorta,” Eddie quietly chuckled.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Tired, but fine. Can I see my girl?”

“Of course…” Steve stood up and gingerly passed the newborn over to Eddie before joining his husband on the bed.

“Holy shit… holy shit… holy shit, dude, we made this!”

“Yeah, we did…” Steve grinned. “Are you crying?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yup… god, she’s beautiful.”

“She takes after her dad,” Steve beamed.

“Yeah, she does,” Eddie teased. “That shit hurt a lot, by the way. She better be cool.”

“With you as a dad? She’ll be just fine.”

“We’ve got this… right?”

“Yeah… we’ve got this.”

“Mister– oh, Eddie, you’re awake. How’re you feeling?” Nurse Abbey asked.

“A little groggy, but okay overall.”

“I just came in to check your stitches and give you all of your daughter’s paperwork.”

“Oh, okay. Wanna take her, Steve?”

“Yeah, I got her.”

“Support her head, she’s very tiny and fragile.”

“I got her, Eds, don’t worry.” Steve held his daughter in his arms as Abbey changed out Eddie’s bandages and took his vitals.

“Wonderful, I’ll be back in three hours. Ring your call-bell if you need me sooner for anything.”

“Thanks.”

“And here’s the paperwork.”

“I’ll take that,” Steve said, taking the legal envelope from her hands. “Here you go.”

He handed Bonnie back to Eddie so he could gush over her some more. Steve removed the documents to make sure everything was in order.

“Uh, Ed.”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t be mad.”

“Why?”

“Um…”

“Why, Steve?”

“Look…”

He showed his husband the copy of the information sent in for the birth certificate, along with her commemorative copy of said certificate with her footprints. Eddie read it over several times before laughing to himself.

Name: Bobby Judas Harrington

Date of Birth: October 31, 1988

Time of Birth: 06:06

Height: 19.2in

Weight: 6.3lbs

“Why’re you laughing?” Steve asked.

“They messed up her name,” Eddie continued to laugh.

“The person taking down her information must’ve misheard me.”

“It’s alright.” Eddie shrugged and smiled. “She looks more like a Bobby anyways.”

#eddie munson #eddie st4 #eddie stranger things #gay #st4 #steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #stranger things #lgbtq #joe kerry #joseph quinn #robin buckley #maya hawke #lgbt pride #pride

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feverishly-kpop · 9 months

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Matz & Ateez - Part 2

“Yunho get up, you’re the leader today.”

Yunho sat up, disoriented from the strange dream he had been having when he was so abruptly woken up by Mingi.

“Hyungs are sick. Practice starts in an hour” Mingi said a little more slowly, hoping that Yunho was awake enough to comprehend. “No, don’t lay back down Yunho. Hongjoong-hyung put you in charge while they’re sick.”

Finally catching on to what Mingi was saying, Yunho groaned. Being in charge in the dance studio was one thing, but beyond that Yunho knew nothing about leading the team. He took a look at Hongjoong’s message and confirmed what Mingi told him before pulling himself from his bed and getting ready for the day.

*~*~*~*~*~

The ‘99 line and Jongho had been waiting outside for their ride for a solid ten minutes with the cold wind blowing at their faces, all looking at Yunho, silently begging him to do something.

“Yunho seriously can you call somebody?” Wooyoung snapped, pulling his hat down a little further over his ears after a particularly strong gust.

“Sorry, sorry…yeah…I’ll call a manager I guess?” Yunho responded, quickly pulling his phone out, stepping away to complete the call. By the time he returned he seemed incapable of looking up from his shoes.

“So…I guess I was supposed to call and schedule a ride this morning…” Yunho sputtered, causing the rest of the team to erupt, finally losing their patience. “Well it would have been fucking nice if somebody told me!” He added defensively only eliciting more groans.

“Is somebody coming or not?” San piped in, trying to take control of the situation.

“Well…no…because there’s no practice room reserved…” Yunho added quietly.

“For fucks sake…” Jongho growled, turning around to go back inside, the rest of the members following.

“At least we get a day off…” Yunho called after them, his face flushed red less from the wind and more from the sheer embarrassment of the situation.

*~*~*~*~*~

Hongjoong’s peaceful sleep was quickly interrupted by slamming doors and the sounds of hushed voices bickering back and forth.

“I’m sorry! What else do you want me to say?”

“We’ll be behind schedule now.”

“It’s fine. It’ll be fine. I promise…”

“Easy for you to say, you’ve already learned the choreography! You’re supposed to be teaching us!”

Then another door slammed.

It took Hongjoong’s fever-addled brain a moment to figure out what was going on but then it clicked.

He had forgotten to schedule them a ride and a practice room the prior evening.

Shit.

Hongjoong sat up, swinging his legs over the side of his bed, waiting a few moments for the dizziness to pass before tiptoeing to his bedroom door.

“Yunho-ah” he half whispered, half yelled through the door. His plan not to wake Seonghwa was quickly foiled by a series of harsh coughs.

“Hyung, are you okay?” Yunho asked quietly from outside the door. Without another word Hongjoong reached into his desk, pulling out a mask and sliding it under the door to Yunho before putting himself back to bed.

Within a few seconds the door slowly opened, revealing their dongsaeng clad in the mask, his eyes red and teary.

“Don’t come in any further Yunho-ah” Seonghwa said, his tone sympathetic as Yunho sat down in front of the door with his knees pulled into his chest.

“I’m sorry, Yunho. It isn’t your fault. I forgot. You wouldn’t have known” Hongjoong said as he reached for the water bottle on his bedside table, hoping to stop the coughing fit that was threatening to erupt from his lungs. “I’ll send you the schedule for the rest of the week. Call manager-hyung to let him know when to pick you guys up and what days and times you’ll be needing a practice room.”

Yunho nodded, sitting quietly against the closed door. Hongjoong and Seonghwa made silent eye contact, unsure how to comfort him.

“Yunho it’ll be fine. They’ll cool down. Go get everything scheduled and lie down. Everybody deserves a day off anyhow” Seonghwa said, trying to smile despite the current sensation of his skull being cracked I half. “But we can’t have you getting sick, okay?”

Yunho understood that as his cue to leave.

“Do you need anything? Some more water? Medication?” He asked from the doorway. Both Hongjoong and Seonghwa shook their heads, waiting for Yunho to leave so they could lie back down.

“They’re going to eat that poor kid alive” Hongjoong said with a sigh. “I should talk to them…”

“He’ll figure it out. Go to sleep, Joong” Seonghwa replied, mostly out of his own selfish desire for silence again. Luckily for him, Hongjoong listened.

*~*~*~*~*~

Seonghwa had been right and the tension of the morning had dissipated once all of the members had taken a nap and had a bite to eat.

“Hyung, I’m sorry I snapped” Jongho said from the spot across from Yunho at the kitchen table. The rest of the members nodded in agreement as they murmured their own apologies.

Yunho smiled shyly, assuring them that he had gotten everything scheduled for the week and that he had ordered some groceries as well.

“Maybe you wouldn’t be such a bad leader…” Wooyoung started, getting a puzzled look from Yunho who hadn’t been aware that anybody thought he was a bad leader in the first place. “You know, if Hongjoong-hyung and Seonghwa-hyung die of coughing…”

The rest of the members burst out laughing as Yunho stood up, unable to conceal the blush spreading across his cheeks and ears, making them all laugh even harder.

Yunho headed into the kitchen, filling two bowls with hot soup and setting them on the trays that were reserved for times like these when somebody was sick and needed to take a meal in bed. He also proceeded to pour out a few tablets on each tray before adding a bottle of water to each.

Setting the trays outside of his hyung’s door, Yunho knocked quietly a few times until he got a response - a short groan followed by a few rough coughs.

“Lunch is outside the door, you have to eat. And take your medicine” Yunho said firmly.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but smile as he listened to the way that Yunho spoke with a sense of authority, something that Hongjoong had really only ever heard in the dance studio. “Yes sir” Hongjoong responded with a chuckle and a cough.

“Thank you, Yunho-ah” Seonghwa added tiredly, getting up to grab their food so that Hongjoong didn’t have to get up again.

#kpop sickfic #kpop fluff #sickfic #ateez fluff #ateez sickfic #hongjoong fluff #sick hongjoong #seonghwa sickfic #Hongjoong sickfic #seonghwa sick #seonghwa fluff

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 3 months

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high infidelity | twenty nine

I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending, I'm not your problem anymore…so who am I offending now?

*Ellie's POV* I closed the door to my Uber and just sighed heavily. The past hour felt like I blacked out, not remembering anything I said to him, and how I actually left him with no hesitation. I never thought in a million years I’d leave Noah, especially this quickly. When I took a final look at him before leaving, he was outside leaning against his balcony, his dark eyes met mine tear filled. Part of me felt guilty but, he just stood there, not bothering to fight me to stay. My Uber started to drive away and I didn’t even take another look back, I simply wiped the single tear that fell from my eye as I grabbed my phone.

“Hey.” I sniffed. “What time are you gonna be the airport?”

“I’m just going now.” Hearing Matt’s voice on the other end was comforting, “is everything okay?”

“No.” I stopped, feeling myself wanting to cry, as if reality set in with what I did. “I’ll talk to you when I get to the airport.” I hung up and put my headphones on, closing my eyes. All I wanted was to hear Noah’s voice again. I hit shuffle and Just Pretend came on first, making my heart split as I remembered how he dedicated it to me the first time he lost me. It seems like a lifetime ago, but it was only two weeks to the day. When I was with Noah, it really felt like time stopped completely, nothing else and nobody else mattered. I feel like I’ll be searching for the trait in everyone I meet, knowing I’ll never find it again. God, what have I done? “Ellie!”

I turned my head and saw Matt walking towards me with Folio. I smiled at them but I couldn’t hold it in my tears anymore, seeing them reminded me of Noah. I crashed right into Matt’s chest and I started crying. Both of them were confused, I’m assuming Noah hasn’t said anything to anyone yet. Not that I care if he does. Folio rubbed my back as Matt held me tightly as a few more tears escaped me. I finally came up for air and looked at them both, rubbing my tear soaked cheeks, both of them still staring at me for an answer. “I broke up with Noah.” “El…seriously? What happened?” “I don’t know. I just couldn’t handle how he was more worried about his internet presence than the fact I was getting bullied and harassed by his fans.” The anger was back, I couldn’t stand this back and forth how I was feeling right now. “So I told him he didn’t deserve me if he didn’t like the fact that I stick up for myself.” “And you can definitely stick up for yourself, you really clocked that chick.” Matt started to chuckle but Folio elbowed him right in the rib to shut him up. I just rolled my eyes, “Matthew…” “Sorry.” He replied, putting his hand up. “What do you want to do?” “Nothing right now. I just want to get home and see my son. Maybe I’ll talk to him when this settles down.” “This stuff usually blows over fast. Some fan will do something moronic tomorrow and they’ll forget about you.” Folio added, sending me a reassuring smile. “We’ve got your back either way.” “Thanks guys. I’ll miss you.” They pulled me into a group hug before we all headed off in our direction. I had to go to another part of the airport since I was flying back to Canada, which of course Matt made some smartass remark about Canada not being a real country. My heart sunk when I turned around and couldn’t see them anymore. I don’t even know if we’ll ever be in the same room again.

*Noah’s POV* “So she just left?” I looked across the kitchen at Nick, who was sitting at my kitchen island. His face looked so puzzled with what just unfolded in front of him. Jolly leaned against the wall, arms crossed trying to process the news as well. Ellie just walked out and gave up on everything we worked hard for over these past few weeks. She never heard me out, she just thought about herself and that was it.

“Yeah. She was upset with me that I was more worried about what was online than being supportive of her.” “Supportive of what?” Nick replied, raising his eyebrow. “She punched someone.” “They called her terrible names, Nicholas.” Jolly piped in. “Matt told me all the things those girls were saying. They had it coming honestly. They’re lucky it wasn’t one of us that did it.” “Matt.” I scoffed, pouring myself a glass of Hennessy, “if it wasn’t for him, I don’t think we’d be in this mess.” “Seriously, is something going on between those two? They were inseparable last night.” “No idea, but he can have her if he wants her now.” I sighed, taking a long swig of my drink before pouring more into my glass. “You guys have it all wrong.” Jolly huffed as he grabbed his phone and keys and walked towards the door, I could tell he had enough. “Noah, you fucked up. Ellie was a headstrong, beautiful women and you just let her walk out the door. She’s probably one of the few women who would stick around despite all the shit we deal with because she can handle it. But if you want to make her look bad, go ahead, but I’m not staying around for your pity party.” “Go fuck yourself man, and get the fuck out of my house!” “I was already fucking leaving.” He replied, slamming the door shut. Fuck I hated it when he was right, but making Ellie the villain seemed like the best way to make myself feel better. Cursing under my breath I took another sip of my drink, glancing at Nick who looked like his parents told him they were getting a divorce.

“Do you wanna change your flight and stay here another day? We should go out tonight.” Nick rolled his eyes as he took his phone out, assuming he was changing his flight, “I’ll only stay because I don’t trust you going out unsupervised right now.” “Alright, I’ll call some people up.”

I went to grab my phone, as I put my hand into my pocket, my fingers were met with a black velvet box. I took it out and threw it on the counter. I guess I don’t need this anymore.

#bad omens #noah sebastian #fanfic

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memestockpile · 10 months

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the outsiders (1967) feel free to change as needed.

how’d you like that haircut to begin just below the chin?

quit shaking me, [name], i’m okay.

they didn’t hurt you too bad, did they?

did they pull a blade on you?

easy. they ain’t gonna hurt you no more.

you’re an okay kid.

you’re crazy. out of your mind.

nice looking bruise you got there, kid.

makes you look tough.

what were you doing, walking by your lonesome?

you’ve always got your nose in a book, but do you ever use your head for common sense?

if you did have to go by yourself, you should have carried a blade.

i was planning on getting boozed up tomorrow night.

you’re gonna put me to sleep.

you cold?

got more worries than somebody your age ought to.

you’re not dumb.

don’t be like that, kid.

take your feet off the chair.

shut your trap.

oh, my, my, you’ve got me scared to death.

get lost, hood!

that’s an original and lovely name.

what’s a nice, smart kid like you running around with trash like that for?

you’ve seen too much to be innocent.

you’re a sharp one.

skin fighting isn’t rough. ain’t nothing wrong with throwing a few punches.

it blows off steam better than anything.

don’t talk. you’re gonna be okay. it’s okay. they’re gone now. it’s okay.

things are rough all over.

i never told anyone that.

how come you’re so mean?

you read a lot, don’t you?

i’ll bet you watch sunsets, too.

who’s acting? i’m a natural normal.

don’t get mouthy.

i bet he wishes he could stick me in a home somewhere.

that ain’t right. you got it wrong.

shut your mouth, kid.

you know better than to talk to [name] like that.

i’m sorry. i was just mad.

stop talking like that. we couldn’t get along without you, so you can just shut up!

it ain’t fair that we have all the rough breaks!

you call reeling and passing out in the streets ‘a little drunk’?

i can’t stand fights.

if i see you someplace and don’t say hi, well, it’s not personal or anything.

gonna go play a little snooker and hunt up a poker game.

man, that was a tough car.

glory, what time is it?

it’s two in the morning, kiddo. another hour and i would have had the police out after you.

you haven’t even got a coat on.

come on, we’re running away.

what happened? i never seen you bawl like that.

i walk in that house, and nobody says anything. i walk out, and nobody says anything. i stay away all night, and nobody notices.

it ain’t the same as having your own folks care about you.

you could use a bath.

i killed him. i killed that boy.

i think i’m gonna be sick.

we’ll need money. and maybe a gun. and a plan.

you’ll die of pneumonia.

get that sweatshirt off. dry off and wait here.

you ought to know better.

wish i had me a weed.

take care, kid.

make like a farm boy taking a walk or something.

for pete’s sake, run a comb through your hair and quit slouching.

i can lie so easily that it spooks me sometimes.

a week’s supply of bologna, two loaves of bread, a box of matches.

how’d you know i always wanted one?

i thought you could maybe read it out loud and help kill time or something.

the first thing the judge does is make you get a haircut.

you can’t wash your hair in that freezing water in this weather. you’ll get a cold.

it’s like being in a halloween costume we can’t get out of.

there sure is a lot of blood in people.

we ain’t gonna cry no more, are we?

nothing gold can stay.

you know, i never noticed colors and clouds and stuff until you kept reminding me about them.

i skipped breakfast and i’m about starved.

you look like you’ve been through the mill.

you sure can cuss.

you don’t need to make like every mouthful’s your last.

what do they do for kicks around here, play checkers?

we’re going back and turning ourselves in.

my old man don’t give a hang whether i’m in jail or dead in a car wreck or drunk in the gutter.

i ain’t mad at you. i just don’t want you to get hurt.

get back in here before i beat your head in.

take it easy, kid. you’re in an ambulance.

you’re the bravest kid i’ve seen in a long time.

i think you were sent straight from heaven.

you shouldn’t be smoking. you’re too young.

i thought we’d lost you.

what would you do right now if you could do anything you wanted?

getting mighty big to be carried.

don’t slam the door.

can’t you wait til i set the eggs down?

aw, lay off.

hate to tell you, buddy, but you have to wear clothes to work. there’s a law or something.

i had one of those dreams last night. the one i can’t ever remember.

we’re gonna throw a big party and everybody can get stoned.

where you gonna get the dough, little man?

i hate to leave you here by yourself.

holler uncle!

you take a couple of aspirins and go easy.

you smoke more than a pack and i’ll skin you. understood?

this house ain’t messy. you oughta see my house.

shoot, kid, if i ever did that, my mom would die of shock.

he’s so greasy, he glides when he walks. he goes to the barber for an oil change, not a haircut.

i’m sick of it because it doesn’t do any good.

i think i’m going to leave town.

you get a little money and the whole world hates you.

they treating you okay, kid?

you want to know something, [name]? i’m scared stiff.

i don’t want to die. it ain’t long enough. [age] years ain’t long enough.

no wonder he hates your guts.

man, am i glad to see you!

kid, you scared the devil outta me the other day.

you still got that fancy black-handled switch?

you feel okay? you’re awful hot.

i got an awful feeling something’s gonna happen.

you’re funny. we ought to send you in to the reader’s digest.

you fight real good for a kid your size.

i thought you were in the hospital.

sucker!

we’re all proud of you, buddy.

stay gold, [name].

you little punk, that’s what you get.

are you alright, kid? you look like you’ve been in a fight.

you’re bleeding all over my car seats.

gosh, mister, i’m sorry.

i’m not about to dump a hurt kid out on the streets this time of night.

you look sick. sit down.

you blasted fool.

easy, buddy, easy. there’s nothing we can do now.

now please hush up, will you, honey? you’ve got a fever. go back to sleep.

gosh, kid, you had us scared to death.

i don’t know, baby. i just don’t know.

how’d you like some mushroom soup?

we stayed with you so much that the doctor told us we were going to end up in the hospital ourselves if we didn’t get some sleep.

you look beat. i bet you ain’t had three hours sleep since saturday night.

[full name], put out that cigarette!

you’re not like the rest of us. don’t try to be.

you little son of a gun.

you don’t just stop living because you lose someone.

you don’t have to draw me a picture.

i dropped out because i’m dumb.

we’re all we’ve got left. we ought to be able to stick together against everything.

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