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wheatnoodle · 1 year

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part 2!!

read part 1 here

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it takes four days before somebody notices anything is wrong.

it’s keith of all people. steve had called him at the beginning of the week to tell him he was sick and wouldn’t be in for a few days. keith told him three days. it’s day four and he’s stomping up from the back room. he looks behind the line, whips his head around and scans the parking lot. with a hefty sigh, he snatches up one of the landlines, punching in numbers with much more force than necessary.

it rings a few times before being sent to the voice message machine. robin watches him from the counter.

“harrington. it’s…” he checks his watch, “11:30. you were supposed to be here at 9:00. i’ve called like a million times. get here or find a new job,” keith says before slamming the phone down.

“who shoved a stick up your ass this morning?” robin asks, her arms crossing over her chest.

“harrington. you seen him lately?” keith said with a huff.

“no. why?” she furrows her brows, standing up straighter at the mention of her best friend. now that she thinks about it, when did she see him last? the bonfire? did he make it home okay? what if he crashed his car and he’s dead in a ditch? is he sick? and she’s not taking care of him? oh god, what if his parents are home?

“he was out the past couple days, was supposed to be back in today. clearly he’s not, and i can’t get in touch with him,” keith shook his head, annoyance dripping off his very being.

“maybe i can call some of our friends to go check on him,” robin says, mainly to herself, and grabs the phone keith was just using. there’s a notecard taped under the counter with all the party’s house phone numbers, even the byers’ home all the way across the country. she pulls it off, reading through it and typing in dustin’s phone number. “c’mon c’mon c’mon…”

“henderson’s, this is claudia,” dustin’s mother answers, her voice as bright and cheery as always.

“hi, ms.h. it’s robin. um…is dustin around?” she tries to keep her voice even, even puts a smile on her face in hopes it makes everything sound okay.

“of course, honey! let me go get him for you.” the sound muffles for a few seconds as claudia calls for her son, pressing the phone to her chest. robin can hear the smallest bits of their conversation before the phone is handed off.

“robin? what’s up?” dustin’s voice filters through the receiver. he sounds happy to hear from her, but of course he doesn’t know what to expect. robin’s calling? in the middle of a work day? that doesn’t happen.

“hey, dustin! quick question, have you talked to steve recently?” robin asks and brings a hand up to chew on her nails, a bad habit she gets from her dad. her mom always tries to pull her hands from her mouth.

“no, last time was at the fire. why, what’s going on?” he doesn’t seem happy anymore. his voice drops quiet while he talks, like he’s waiting for robin to drop an upside down related bombshell on his morning.

“oh. well he was supposed to be in today but hasn’t showed. not picking up the phone either. i was just wondering if he’d said anything to you.”

“no, he hasn’t said anything. i’ll go check on him, i got nothing else going on today. i’ll radio when i see him,” dustin says. robin’s nodding along before she remembers he can’t see her. “robin. he’ll be okay.”

“i know. i know, i do. i just worry about him,” robin says truthfully and her shoulders deflate with a sigh. she runs her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes and tugging on the strands.

“i do too. i’ll get back to you.” and with that, the dial tone sounds. robin’s chewing her lip as she puts the phone back and gets ready to handle the incoming customers

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dustin knows the route to steve’s house like the back of his hand and it takes him less than fifteen minutes to bike over there. he hops off once he reaches the end of the harrington’s long, unpaved driveway, walking his bike up the rest of the dirt trail. he always hated this part, especially at night. giant trees would loom over and every single one seemed to hold some kind of animal making some kind of weird noise. also way too close to where will went missing all those years ago for his liking.

the first thing dustin notices when he approaches the house is the lack of a car in the driveway. the familiar maroon bmw is nowhere in sight. odd. steve wouldn’t lie about being sick to get out of work and then go get caught driving around instead. maybe it was just in the shop.

he walks up to the red door and starts pounding on it.

“steeeeeve! steve, it’s dustin!” the kid yells, his fist continuing to slam against the wood. he waits a few seconds, gets no response, and repeats. he’s out there for ten minutes before accepting that he was, in fact, not going to answer the door. he takes his walkie from the side pocket of his backpack and switches to the main scoops troop channel.

“robin, it’s dustin. he’s not answering the door, so i’m going in. over,” he says and tucks it back in his pocket.

“keep me posted. over.”

he pulls his key ring from his shorts, flipping through to the gold key to the harrington house. dustin sticks the key in, twists and opens. it creaks on its hinges.

the second dustin steps inside, he’s hit with how warm it is in the house. how has he not turned on the ac?! it’s like a million degrees in here! he must be like dying if he’s actually sick and it’s this warm here.

“steve?! steve! are you here, man? it’s dustin,” he calls out as he starts his ascent up the stairs. “steeeeeve!”

no response. just echoes of his own voice bouncing back in his ears. what is going on? it’s eerily quiet, the silence making the blood rush in his ears. dustin approaches steve’s door. it’s cracked an inch or so.

“steve?” dustin says quietly. he places his palm on the door, gives it a gentle push so it swings open.

the room is empty. everything is spotless.

pictures of the kids are gone from the mirror on the wall.

the closet devoid of brightly colored sweaters and well-loved sneakers.

dustin’s eyes are wide as saucers, jaw dropped wide enough to catch flies. his hands fall to his sides and he doesn’t even try to stop them from trembling.

“st-eve?” his voice cracks. blue eyes are flooded with tears that won’t quite fall but certainly make it hard to see. “STEVE?”

the walkie is back in his hand.

“robin. this is dustin. i think i might have a code red. over,” he whimpers into the walkie. his free hand pushes under his hat, tangling in sweaty curls. “robin, i have a code red! over!”

“dustin? it’s robin, what’s going on? is steve okay? over.”

“he’s- he’s gone? n-nothing is here? i’m- robin, his room is empty.” he doesn’t care that he’s now openly crying into the receiver, fat tears rolling down his flushed cheeks.

“i’m on my way.”

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #stranger things fic #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #later tho

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bbobpul · 8 months

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break my heart again 2 — njm

PAIRING. na jaemin x reader SUMMARY.how's jaemin gonna give back for all of y/n's efforts now that he finally can? it's been years—just how much has everything changed? GENRE. angst, fluff, she fell first 🤭 W/C. 3.5k NOTE. hello, part two is here! so sorry i couldn't make a taglist. i didn't have time to make one. nevertheless, i hope this fic make its way back to you. love u all and thankies sm !!!! also, my requests are open !!!

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i find it hard to picture myself ever being as dedicated to something or someone again, just like how i dedicated my entire college life to na jaemin.

lately, i've been feeling like i forgot what it's like to actually have a dream. back then, na jaemin was my dream, he was my driving force. i would force myself to wake up so early in the morning just so i could see him (or his car) enter the gates of the university. i would go to school even though i am sick and feel a lot better when i get home because i saw na jaemin. but now two years after graduating, i still haven't found a decent job that i actually enjoy.

it's a common experience that many people go through, and i suppose i shouldn't complain about it. maybe i need to put in more effort and push myself harder. part of me wonders if having na jaemin back in my life would rekindle that same sense of dedication that i once had. but as i say these thoughts out loud, they sound absurd, even to myself. why would i wish for my first love to return just so i could find a decent job? why would i long for na jaemin to come back merely to feel that spark in my life again? it's puzzling why i'm even dwelling on thoughts of him and wondering if he holds the key to my happiness and success.

oh, to dream.

oh, for that old dedication to still burn within you.

if only you hadn't acted so dumb that day. could life have taken a different path? are you even happy now? if you hadn't let fear hold you back back then, if you'd actually been brave enough to listen and follow through, would you be happier today?

but no matter how much you keep bothering yourself with that memory, if people come up to you and ask if you feel bad about everything that happened that day, you'd say no. you don't feel bad at all.

deciding to let him go was one of the best things you did. he seemed happy when you left, and after that, you never heard anything about him. he's like a touchy subject in your group of friends, which can be tough sometimes since you share friends. but does it really matter now? him not being in your life probably means he's happier and more peaceful, right?

are you feeling peaceful? is being stuck in a 9-5 job that hardly brought you joy a happy situation? scratch that. did being in that job make you happy? clearly not, as you've just mustered the bravery to quit. and in doing so, you've never felt more joyful.

did you really make the right decision?

just as you were pondering your own question, your phone buzzed on the bedside table. you grabbed it and saw that the caller was renjun, your incredibly patient best friend.

"y/n," he said, his tone becoming unusually serious. "what's up?" you asked. "do you need money?" "yeah?" "here's the deal: our college is putting together a documentary film, and they've chosen your department. but guess what? your old classmates are bombarding me with messages because it looks like you're ignoring them all. frankly, i can't believe you even answered my call," he griped. "wait, hold on. what film? and why would they pick me? are they searching for someone with a post-college life so sad that it belongs in a documentary?" "well, you were practically a legend back in college, so… and apparently, the director specifically wants you, which leads to… well, another issue…" "what's the problem now?" "it's going to be directed by jaemin."

and just like that, you ended the call. but a few seconds later, renjun's call came in again.

"i'm not going to do it." "you stubborn brat." "why him?" "i have no idea!" "why is he even directing? wasn't he studying architecture or something?" "i don't know, y/n. i haven't heard a single thing about him since your graduation." "what do you mean?" "that's not important now, y/n. you're in need of money, right? seize the opportunity. do it for the cash." “so will you do it or will you do it?” “for the cash.”

...

"y/n, you've moved on, haven't you? what's done is done. i'm pretty sure jaemin has forgotten all about it. this chance is coming your way, so just accept it." "i guess i will."

you're drawn in by the idea of making some extra money and the possibility of catching the eye of potential agents or employers. right now, you're at a crossroads, thinking about how this documentary could be a stepping stone to more job opportunities down the line. this situation is different from what usually drives you – this time, it's not about others, it's about focusing on your own goals and aspirations.

you're deliberately avoiding dwelling on your past. just as renjun mentioned, you've moved beyond it. what's done is done. right now, your focus is firmly on the present and the potential that lies ahead in the future.

what's in the past is behind us, including whatever existed between jaemin and you.

from renjun

tomorrow at lunchtime, they'll be going over the schedules and discussing what to film. if you want, you can chat with the director now. his number is 0825 813 2000.

in response, you simply replied with a "okay."

the night before the lunch meeting, a jumble of emotions has you in its grip. the idea of reconnecting with jaemin, who used to be your best friend and is now someone distant, fills you with a sense of awkwardness. you tell yourself that this is about working together and the chance to grow professionally.

after taking a deep breath, you decide to shoot jaemin a text. your fingers hesitate as you type, and the uncertainty you're feeling seems to seep into your message. you finally press send, and your text reads, "hey, it's y/n. heard we're meeting tomorrow for the documentary. just wanted to check in before that."

in almost no time, your phone buzzes with a response: "hey y/n, good to hear from you. yeah, looking forward to our meeting. let's catch up and chat about the project."

the conversation is polite, but beneath the surface, there's an unspoken layer of complexity. you can feel the hesitation in your exchange, a silent recognition of the shared history that's now a distant memory. as you talk about the meeting and the documentary, the easy flow you once had is noticeably absent.

as the texts go back and forth, a sense of tension seems to hang in the air. it's as though the years of friendship you once had are casting a shadow over your conversation. the effortless connection you once shared now requires effort, and both of you can sense the change.

as the conversation wraps up with a simple "see you tomorrow," you're left with a mix of excitement and anxiety. the idea of seeing jaemin again, especially in a professional context, stirs up a range of emotions. this situation is a stark reminder of just how much things have changed – and maybe how some things can't go back to the way they were.

you believed the conversation had concluded, only for your phone to ring once more, bearing yet another message from him. as you read the words on the screen, "i missed you, y/n," a rush of emotions floods over you.

"what's going on with him?" you mutter to yourself, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. your gaze remains fixed on the message for a moment, your attention drawn to the three blinking dots in the corner – a sign that he's in the process of typing a response. several more seconds tick by, the dots eventually vanishing, and in response, you shut your phone off. you make an attempt to settle into bed and get some rest, but truth be told, it's hard to claim you managed to sleep soundly that night. an undercurrent of thoughts and emotions keeps your mind restless.

the day of lunch lunch finally arrived. you sat across from jaemin, his words forming a distant hum as your thoughts remained clouded and preoccupied. the lingering impact of his recent message kept you in a state of unease, making it difficult to fully engage in the conversation he was leading.

then, something inside you snapped, and you found yourself abruptly interrupting him with a question that had been gnawing at you, "why me?"

he looked at you, his gaze steady, and his response was quick, "why not you?"

your frustration simmered as his words hit you. he was choosing to be cryptic, and it was only adding to your confusion. pushing past your exasperation, you pressed on, "listen, i know we didn't part on the best terms, but why come back now and act like everything's fine? i mean, sure, it's better than hostility, but why choose me? i'm the one who's no longer part of your life."

his expression remained neutral, void of any emotions as he replied, "that's not true."

you raised an eyebrow, challenging him to elaborate. "what's not true?"

"that you have nothing to do with my life, y/n," he stated firmly.

the weight of his words settled heavily between you two, the gravity of the situation growing more apparent. the lunch table had transformed into an arena for confronting unresolved issues.

you scoffed, unable to hold back your disbelief. "jaemin, i made one mistake, and now you're trying to imply that my actions shaped your entire life?"

his eyes held yours, unwavering. "y/n, it's not just about that one mistake. everything that followed, everything that shaped who i am today… it's all connected to you."

your mind reeled, trying to grasp the enormity of what he was suggesting. the complexities of your shared history seemed to crash over you, leaving you grappling with a whirlwind of emotions and a tangled web of unspoken feelings.

the weight of his words left you momentarily speechless, and in an attempt to shift away from the intensity, you sought to change the subject. "where are the other producers? why is it just you here?"

"y/n…" he began, his tone suggesting he wanted to continue the previous conversation.

however, you opted to sidestep the discussion entirely. you pretended as if the profound exchange hadn't just occurred. "i notice you're taking on the role of a director now. quite the career shift, huh?" you inquired, masking your internal turmoil with a casual demeanor. you acted as if there hadn't been a two-year gap in your connection, as though things between you were perfectly ordinary.

he met your gaze, a faint hint of something unreadable in his eyes. "i pursued another dream when i felt i'd lost the chance for my first one."

"your first dream… not architecture, then?" you prodded, curious about the direction he had taken.

he shook his head, a soft chuckle escaping him, leaving you puzzled yet again. "no, not architecture. well, i suppose that just wasn't meant for me back then, but maybe it is now."

the cryptic nature of his response only added to the layers of confusion and intrigue that surrounded him. there was something about the way he spoke that hinted at deeper currents beneath the surface, emotions and experiences that he hadn't fully revealed. you found yourself torn between the desire to push for answers and the instinct to allow him his privacy. the lunch meeting had transformed into a stage for untangling not just the complexities of the documentary but also the intricate web of emotions and history between you and jaemin.

leaving the restaurant, a whirlwind of unanswered questions dances in your mind. yet, for now, you choose to tuck those thoughts away, focusing instead on the looming filming date just a few days away – next saturday.

in the span of time between that lunch and the upcoming shoot, jaemin proves consistent in his attempts to bridge the gap between you two. he regularly reaches out, updating you about his day and proposing get-togethers, which you consistently decline.

the days pass, marked by a series of messages and missed opportunities. despite the undeniable tension, there's an undeniable persistence on jaemin's part, a determined effort to reconnect and reestablish a sense of familiarity. however, your apprehensions and the memories of your past dynamics hold you back, keeping you from embracing his overtures.

as the countdown to the filming day continues, you find yourself in a delicate dance – balancing the unresolved history between you and the prospects of the future. the lines between your personal and professional lives are blurred, and the documentary project becomes a backdrop against which the intricacies of your relationship with jaemin play out.

you find yourself constantly pondering what his intentions could be. his actions leave you wondering, and you can't help but question what he's aiming for. in your perspective, you're merely a negative aspect of his life – a streak of misfortune. you would have expected him to have learned from the past, but his determination remains unshakeable.

as you contemplate these thoughts, your phone lights up once more, bearing yet another message from him. his name on the screen triggers a whirlwind of emotions – a mixture of uncertainty, annoyance, and a hint of curiosity. opening the message, you brace yourself for whatever he might convey this time. the consistency in his attempts at communication only serves to deepen the intricate web of emotions you hold for him, leaving you caught between your shared history and the unpredictability of the present.

"the offer's still there, y/n. :)" "jaemin, let's be real. just because i'm on board with your documentary idea doesn't mean we're suddenly best buds again. a lot has changed." "i want to reconnect, though." "actually, scratch that. i want to get to know you all over again." "jaemin, i appreciate the effort, but let's keep things professional, okay?" “i’m sorry, y/n. goodnight.”

after your straightforward message, his responses ceased. a silence settled in, stretching on until saturday – the day you were set to see him again. the anticipation and uncertainty had been building, and now the moment was finally at hand.

you stepped into the studio and immediately noticed that you and jaemin were the only ones present. your confusion must have been evident on your face, prompting him to address the situation promptly.

"um, the team thought having fewer people in the room would create a more personal atmosphere," he began, his voice carrying a hint of unease. "and, well, they decided to keep me here, you know, being the director and all, and also because we have a history…"

his words trailed off, and there was a subtle vulnerability in his tone. it was as if he was acknowledging the intricacies of your past connection, while simultaneously recognizing the complexities it introduced into your current dynamic. the studio, usually a place of creativity and collaboration, had transformed into a space laden with the weight of your shared history.

"it's okay," you responded, your words carrying a touch of reassurance. as your reply registered, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips – a detail you couldn't help but notice. after all, it was that very smile that had ignited four years of your life, a smile that held memories and emotions you had both shared.

"um, i'll just ask you a few questions, and then you're free to go," he stated, his voice carrying a hint of nervousness that didn't escape your notice. this new facet of his demeanor felt unfamiliar to you, a departure from the confident jaemin you had known.

you found yourself disliking this uneasiness, and a thought occurred to you – maybe it was time to rekindle something within him. as he began asking you questions, you decided to respond in a way that would evoke a certain familiarity between you two. it was a subtle attempt to bridge the gap, to draw out the person you once knew.

you had believed that his silence was what you wanted. you had convinced yourself that distancing yourself from him would protect you from the past mistakes. but now, facing the reality of the situation, you realized that perhaps a certain selfishness was ingrained within you. maybe, just maybe, you yearned to erase the distance, to defy your own rationalizations.

in this moment, you found yourself yearning to rekindle what had been lost, to bring back a connection that once meant so much. the conflicting emotions within you painted a complex picture of your desires – a battle between self-preservation and the longing for something more.

however, as you locked eyes with him and saw the lack of any discernible emotion in his gaze, a haunting wave of fear resurfaced within you. in that moment, it was as if time rewound, taking you back to the day of your graduation when your heart and spirit had felt shattered. the memory of that painful experience rushed back, accompanied by the doubts and uncertainties that had plagued you.

if you were to truly confront your own feelings, you'd admit that what you witnessed that night had left you questioning your own worth. the events had stirred up doubts about whether you had ever been deserving of taking risks for, whether you had ever been someone worth fighting for.

"hey, good morning, y/n."

"morning, director."

"how's today treating you?"

"pretty good, thanks."

"hmm, and what's life been like after college?"

"…"

"take your time."

"at first, i felt okay. my friends were all getting closer to their dreams, and i was genuinely happy for them. especially…"

"especially who?"

"especially the person i left behind."

"…"

"i was content being happy for someone else. then another year went by, and i wasn't feeling so great anymore."

"do you really think they're happy?"

"hmm?"

"the person you left behind."

"yeah. and my other friends seem happy too. they've got jobs they love, they're with people they care about, and i only had… renjun *laughs* … but sometimes, i can't help but feel like i'm the one who got left behind, you know? even though i was the one who walked away."

"let's talk about your person."

"oh *laughs* he's not my person."

pausing for a moment, you glanced at jaemin behind the camera. the question lingered in your mind: what was he trying to do? his actions and intentions remained a puzzle.

his expression grew serious, his gaze fixed intently on you. it was as if he had something to convey, something he was holding back.

"the last time i actually saw him was in an instagram post. he was with some girl. it happened on my graduation day. i waited the whole day, hoping he'd appear in the midst of the crowd. when he didn't, i held onto the possibility of seeing him by the gates. but that didn't happen either. my last hope was maybe he'd send me a single message, but by the end of the day, nothing came. then i went on instagram and saw a photo – a warning, i guess. a warning that i should just stop hoping. that… happened a few weeks later, i think. or maybe it was just a few days after our argument, the one where he told me he couldn't love… yeah."

you met his gaze and once again, his face was serious. his eyes were furrowed and his mouth was slightly open. a few moments passed, and he let out a shaky breath. screw it, you thought, it's out there now and i don't care anymore.

your silent exchange was interrupted as he shifted the camera away. confusion clouded your thoughts as you watched him move. he turned back to you, his expression still serious, and then he grabbed a chair from the nearby table. he sat down with his back facing you.

the room felt charged with unspoken emotions, leaving you to question his intentions and actions. it was as if he was peeling away layers, searching for something beneath the surface.

"did you know that…" he began, his voice breaking the silence. "she was his sister?"

"i never told you about her, that's on me," he admitted with a chuckle. "that was her last day, y/n. so i decided to spend the entire day with her. i'm sorry."

you were taken aback. "i'm sorry–"

"it's okay, y/n."

"i know i left you with so many questions that night, but let me tell you… every effort you made, every cookie you baked, i cherished all of it. i loved you. i'm sorry if my actions made you doubt yourself."

another pause filled the air.

"i left when you left."

"you were my dream. architecture wasn't really my passion, you know? i was struggling a lot, but luckily, you were there with me. i decided to chase after what i truly loved when you left, because i realized if i wanted you back in my life, it should be when i'm at my best, right? i wasn't lying when i said i couldn't love. i didn't want to love you when i was broken. i wanted to be the best version of myself for you. i thought that if i wanted you to be with the best person, then that should be me. so i became that person, a director, and then i planned all of this." his eyes finally met yours.

"i was always looking at you."

tears welled up in your eyes, and he seemed to notice. he took a step towards you and enveloped you in his arms.

"i'm sorry for not holding onto you back then, baby. but i promise, i won't let go of you now," he whispered.

"i'm sorry for leaving, jaemin," you sobbed.

"shh, you did what you thought was right."

"do you want to have lunch with me now?" he asked.

a mixture of emotions flooded your heart, and with a nod, you replied, "yes, jaemin."

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samptlay · 1 month

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To My Sweetheart Who Carries A Wounded Heart Ch. 10

Series Masterlist, Chapter 1 🤍, Chapter 2 🖤, Chapter 3 🤍, Chapter 4🖤, Chapter 5🤍, Chapter 6🖤, Chapter 7🤍, Blade & Reader's Relationship, Chapter 8🖤, Chapter 9🤍

Blade’s phone was ringing, & your name was on the screen.

Did you find out about the affair? Are you calling him while crying your eyes out? Though that could be the case, it seemed less likely that you needed to learn what was happening. So why in the world would you be calling him right now? He doesn’t know or have a single idea, but he probably shouldn’t keep you waiting, whatever it is.

“Y/N?”

“Ren, hey. I’m sure you weren't expecting my call but right now I have no idea where Levi is and I'm feeling like crap. Are you busy with anything right now?”

He did not think he could get any more worked up, but hearing the sorrow in your voice as well as the fact you just told him you felt lonely almost made him see red. In all honesty, he was about to run to his dining room, snatch his keys from off the table, and rush to his car but he hadn’t even showered, let alone brush his teeth. Though he’s sure that you’d let him do all that at your place if he were to leave right now he couldn’t show up unpresentable to you, could he? That could ruin some of his image on you and he’d rather jump off a cliff than let that happen. (He really would.)

“Hello~? Do you have plans? I saw on your calendar you were off but if you already have somewhere to be then-”

Shoot, he got lost in thought for a moment there. Of course, he didn’t have anything to do, he’s never occupied when it comes to you but he’s sure you’re not aware of that fact.

“No- I’m free. I mean-”

He coughs, and you end up giggling from the other end. His ears turn a bit pink from embarrassment as he clears his throat and he decides to speak again.

“Just give me like, 30 minutes I'll be there soon, alright?”

“Mhm. See you soon.”

He could hear your not-so-subtle chuckles before you hung up, but he was already throwing his phone onto his bed and making his way to the bathroom, turning on the shower before brushing his teeth at a speed that definitely made sure they were pearly white. Again, he could never look like a mess in front of you, it just didn't sit right with him.

Blade didn't even wait for the water to fully warm up before stripping and grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste, getting inside, and deciding to multitask with everything. In the back of mind, Blade knew that he shouldn't be this eager to see you, shouldn't be in such a rush to want to be in the company of a married woman, but he couldn't help it. It's always been this way and he doesn't really want it to change any time soon.

After getting himself situated and hopping into his car, Blade's brain took more time to realize that today would be a lot harder for you than any other. He just notes that he was sad as well. You wouldn't know how much courage it took for him to not run into that hospital room and hold you in his arms.

It was a loss of a life. One that could have brought you so much happiness, but was stripped of you.

However, he could make it better. Blade's not the greatest at expressing his feelings at times though he's always could effortlessly make you smile. He was certain he could do it today, too. So why not go pick up a little something for you while he's on his way? Surely it couldn't have any negative effects.

A/N: I've been having second thoughts about this fic. I looked back to some previous chapters and realized I was not too fond of the way it was written. One person said the way I write Blade is ooc… (on Tumblr) which didn't help my encouragement to write this. I'm excited about the new fic and I'm going to be investing a lot of my energy into that one because I don't get much feedback about this one, it's harder to do better. Therefore, this fic is going on Hiatus until further notice. I'll be using that time to learn more while working on something else.

I MIGHT add chapters randomly if I have work done but updates are not regular as of now. But it will not be abandoned. (I believe.)

If you have any questions or comments, don't be afraid to leave them. ♡ ~♪◍•

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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Not mine ^^^^

“I’m sorry mummy” || Tom holland

Summary: You and Tom have a child called Noah, who is 4 years old. Tom is filming in America, when he gets a call from his son, saying that Y/N is crying because their son said and did somethings.

The rest you will find out....

You and Tom have been dating for about 5 years now and have been engaged for about 8months. You both have a son called Noah, who just recently turned 4 years old. You found out you was pregnant after being with Tom for nearly a year. The pregnancy went well and everything and now you have an adorable little boy.

(Your 23 years old right now and had Noah at 19)

Well sometimes he can be adorable and cute, however lots of the times he's naughty. You was always the soft parent, feeling bad for Noah If you ever told him of, but it had to be done. Tom on the other hand was the parent that Noah always listened to and never really behaved, that was probably because Tom knew he had to learn what's right from wrong.

Ever since Tom started leaving for filming, Noah started acting up. He started having certain behaviours that just weren't okay, such as hitting, being rude or throwing things. Of course Tom knew about some of these things but he was never there to see how stressful it can be. You was still very young at the age of 23, so you still had to do things for work.

Today though Noah was being extremely bad and you just wasn't feeling great at all. And the worst thing is that Tom still had about a month left of filming so he wouldn't be back any time soon.

*cough*

You had been coughing all night long, you must've got about just 2 hours sleep only. It was about 9 a.m when you heard a loud smash from the kitchen. You then quickly jumped up, running into the kitchen to see Noah laughing, whilst standing on the counter, as he went to grab another plate to smash from the cupboard.

"Noah No!" you shout rushing over to him to pick him up.

"Your so boring" He whines as you picked him up putting him in the front room.

You kneel down to his height, "Listen, we do not throw plates on the floor and we don't climb onto the counter" you say without trying to cough.

"I don't care" He walks away from you, sitting on the sofa.

After You went into the kitchen to clean up the smashed plate on the floor, making sure nothing else is left. You then made Noah some breakfast.

"I've made you some food baby, sit in the chair" you say placing the plate on the table.

You didn't make yourself anything because your throat killed. Instead you took some tablets with water to try make you feel better.

"Ewww I don't want this!" Noah throws his food onto the floor, Tessa then eating it after.

"Noah. Don't throw your food onto the-" You started coughing so you didn't finish your sentence.

"I don't like your food! I like daddy's breakfast" He gets his juice cup, throwing it at you.

"N-NOAH! DONT THROW" You shout trying not to let a tear slip from your face. Yes you wanted to cry, your child was being so naughty and you felt so sick.

"I DONT CARE!" He storms off into the living room, going to watch tv.

However, you decided he needed to be taught a lesson so you went into the room, turning off the tv with the controller in your hand. "No tv for naughty boys like you"

"WHAT! Ugh but daddy would let me" He whines.

"Well daddy is not here!"

"I WANNA WATCH TV!" He starts to cry, then walking up to you punching you.

"NOAH STOP PLEASE" Holding his hands, going on your knees telling him. "Please bubs, mummy doesn't feel that well" you pleaded.

"I WISH THAT DADDY WAS HERE AND THAT YOU WENT AWAY FOR WORK! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I WISH I HAD A DIFFERENT MUMMY! YOUR SO RUDE AND STUPID! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" He shouts in your face. And that's when you couldn't deal with it.

"Fine. Have it your way" You throw the controller on the sofa. Standing up walking away, whilst wiping the tears that were falling from your eyes.

To be honest, you knew he might've not meant it but he might've as well. You always tried to give Noah the best life and tried to be a good mum, however right now you felt like the worst mum ever. You just ran into your bed room, leaving the door a little open, sobbing into your pillow.

Toms POV

Me and Harrison were sitting in my trailer, waiting to be called on set, when I got a call from Y/N my fiancé.

"Hey darling-" I spoke into the phone until I heard little sniffles, that wasn't her.

"D-daddy?" Noah cried into the phone.

"Hey buddy. What's wrong? Where's mummy?" I asked worried, earning a worried look from Harrison.

"Mummy's crying a-and I took her phone to call you" he sobbed.

"Why's mummy crying? Give her the phone please"

"I-I can't give her the phone as she's upset and mad at me." Noah sniffles trying to calm down.

"I'm sure she's not crying because of y-"

"I was being bad. I-I threw plates on the floor and then I threw my food she made as well. T-tessa ate it straight after. A-and then she didn't let me have the controller so I punched her" He cried.

"Noah your meant to be good for mummy. You don't hit people, especially mum"

"I then told her I hate her, that I wish she was never her mummy and that I wish she was away not you. And I said she was stupid. I'm sorry d-daddy. I don't hate mummy I love her and now she's crying".

Wow. To be honest I didn't even realise that Noah was being this bad lately. I feel bad for y/n as I'm not there to help her with Noah when he's naughty.

"O-okay calm down first. You need to apologise to mummy now. That was not nice to say Noah, I'm really upset with you" I tell him.

Then I hear him moving about, probably going to go to y/n.

"Mummy?" He spoke.

"y- *cough* yeah?" she sounded like her voice was going. And she kept on coughing in the background.

"daddy-"

"I- know your gonna say you want dad here instead- of me. I know I get it. However- he's not here right- now and he will be in a month. I'm sorry i'm not a good mum to you, I do try." she kept coughing whilst speaking. She sounded like she was getting sick and what she said broke my heart.

"TOM COME ON SET!" John shouted.

"Hang on" I shout back trying to listen.

"TOM!" He shouts again.

"Ugh Fine" I keep the phone on but annoyingly the service got messed up and it ended.

Y/N POV

"Mummy, I'm sorry. I love you so much. I'm sorry mummy. I didn't mean anything, I don't know why I said that. Your not stupid. Your so pretty and kind. I don't hate you. I-I'm sorry mummy. Your the best mum ever" Noah cried to you, which made your heart melt.

"It's okay baby. You just made mummy a bit upset. I love you too...Come here" you open up the covers so he can crawl in.

"I'm sorry mummy" he says one last time as he cuddles you.

"I'm sorry too bubs" you play with his hair.

10p.m

It was around 10pm later that day, you and Noah were laying in your bed about to fall asleep, when you both heard the front door open and shut.

Noah excitedly ran to the door, then you heard him shout "DADDY!" A smile instantly appeared on your face. You was confused that he was back so early, but you were so happy.

"Hey little man-" he said, then started to whisper so you couldn't hear. You wanted to get up to run into his arms, however you had no energy to do so.

Then you heard little foot steps running to your room. There Noah stood with some flowers and chocolates. And then Tom walked in the room behind him with a smile on his face.

"Hey darling. Noah got you some flowers and your favourite chocolate to say sorry for earlier " He winked, jumping onto the bed hugging me.

"Your back! awww thanks baby" He went to kiss you but you put your hand on his mouth. "I'm sick" you say.

"I don't care" He smiles then kissing you.

"Ewwww yuck" Noah fake gags.

"It's not yuck. Your daddy loves your mummy" Tom laughs, pecking your lips again.

"Thank you" you smile as he lays next to you.

"I wanna cuddle" Noah whines.

"Come on then monster" you giggle letting him cuddle next to you, whilst Tom hugs you from behind.

"I love you mummy and daddy" Noah yawns.

"We love you too" You and Tom both say.

"I'm so happy daddy's home. I missed him" Noah says before closing his eyes.

"I know same. I missed daddy too" I smirked at Tom, snuggling into his chest.

#tom holland #tom holland fic #tom holland x reader #Tom #spiderman #fluff #angst with a happy ending

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The day when tiva shippers won: an unneeded and unrequested reaction chronicle by theonewithval

February 28, 2024.

I'm about to have dinner, when I start seeing THINGS on my tl on twitter. Apparently the big bomb is about to drop. I've been on the edge of my seat for more than a week now, IS IT ACTUALLY HAPPENING TODAY?

TICK.

I can't. My heart is pounding. My mom keeps talking about a million other things and I just can't focus, I can't even understand what she's saying. I feel like I'm gonna pass out. Everybody on twitter is having the same reaction, I'm not the only one whose anxiety is over the roof. It's something that is going to change my life, of that I'm certain. I need to get whatever they're planning to tell us NOW.

My mom calls me: dinner is ready. What if something happens while I'm eating and I miss it? I'm feeling so nervous, my legs are shaking and I feel weak, and I don't know whether it's because I'm hungry and need to eat, or because of the thought of the big news I might get today.

I finish eating, I pick up my phone, immediately checking twitter, again.

TICK.

WAIT WHAT IS THIS TICK TICK BOOM THING? I'M LOSING MY MIND. I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANY LONGER. I FEEL LIKE TONY DINOZZO WHEN HE GETS OUT THE CAR IN JUDGEMENT DAY AND YELLS. YES I'M ABOUT TO YELL.

My mind starts racing: what if something happens when I'm sleeping and I'm not here to see it? I WOULD MISS THE CHAOS. NOPE. NOT A CHANCE. I CAN'T SLEEP LIKE THIS. I hop into bed, switch my tv on. I need to get my mind off this or I think I'm gonna pass out. Seriously. Italia's got talent is on tv, I'm gonna watch that.

*checks her phone and twitter every two minutes*

What if they drop the bomb at 9est? My god, I can't live like this. THIS HAS TO HAPPEN NOW. I CAN'T SLEEP WITH THAT THOUGHT IN MY MIND. IT WOULD BE 3AM HERE, AND NOW IT'S 10PM.

I text @sweetsouldhavernas: I need support. At this point, it can either be any minute now or in a couple of hours. We kinda start losing hope, maybe we're going to have to wait more, BUT WE CAN'T ANYMORE.

*prays and cries in italian*

I switch my tv off, at this point I'm not even paying attention to it. People on twitter have completely gone crazy, posting old tiva pics, hoping for a miracle. I furiously refresh my tl every two seconds. Yes, literally. And then...

BOOM.

THE BOMB DROPS. THE MIRACLE HAPPENS. A tvline article on my tl, with a pic of Tony and Ziva stuck in the elevator, at the end of season 9. I THOUGHT THE EARTH MOVED. YES, EVERYTHING IS MOVING, SPINNING AROUND ME. MY HEART IS BEATING SO FAST I CAN'T CONTROL IT. MY HANDS AND MY LEGS ARE SHAKING. THANK GOD I'M IN BED OR I WOULD FALL ON THE GROUND. TONY AND ZIVA. TOGETHER. IN A SPIN OFF. THE BIGGEST THING I EXPECTED WAS A CAMEO, BOTH OF THEM IN THE ORIGINAL SERIES. LIKE ARE WE SERIOUSLY GETTING THEM, FOR TEN EPISODES, BEING A COUPLE, BEING A FAMILY, RAISING THEIR DAUGHTER, LOVING EACH OTHER? INSANE, JUST INSANE.

*starts typing nonsense*

*completely loses control of her hands, uncontrollably shaking, not being able to type properly*

*rants in italian*

I feel like we won the world cup. We did it, my friends, we did it tiva nation. And it feels so freaking amazing. I keep watching us slowly finding out what the future holds for us, and we have never won like this. It's so incredible, I can't believe it. Time passes and I don't even realize it's 1am here, I won't be able to sleep, I've got a headache but I don't care, it's been so worth it.

Jokes aside, it's been a lot to process and I think I haven't 100% realized what happened, still feels like a fever dream, but what I can say is that this has literally been one of the most important moments in a fandom, one of the happiest. I've been in this fandom since 2012, twelve years and still counting. I want to hug 17 years old me and tell her it's gonna be okay, that we're gonna have them back, that she's still gonna scream and lose her mind because of them. This girl was 17 when she first saw them in under covers, her first episode ever and fell in love with them. This girl back in 2013 thought they were never going to see each other again, that she lost her most important ship ever. This girl, when family first aired, spent the whole morning after the episode aired, crying in bed for one of her favorite fictional characters ever, because not only she lost her, Ziva, but she lost her ship again, one more time, this time in such a terrible way. They had a child, yes, but they didn't have the chance to be together and I was furious. It was a sensitive subject, every time the reruns aired on my tv every year and I missed so much it hurt. But then, in 2019, we found out there was still hope after all. Ziva was still alive. She reunited with Tony in 2020, with their little girl, finally free to love and to be loved. And now we're here? About to witness them being a couple, a family, raising their daughter, bantering like an old married couple, flirting, working together, getting what everybody of us has always wished for, but thought it was too big of a thing?

If this is a dream, then don't wake me up. It's gonna be amazing, I know that, for sure.

#Just had to write this somewhere #I know this is nonsense I don't expect people to read this #I'm gonna come back here and read this every time I want to remember this ICONIC day #Always in our hearts #Don't mind my awful english #tiva #Tiva spin off!!!#WE WON #ziva david #tony dinozzo

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bangtaninborderland · 1 year

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JHS - Twisted Feelings (9)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warning: mentions of threat, blackmail?

A:N: you can find a layout image of YNS apartment at the end! Just for easier reading I’m marking any English in ITALICS, I wasn’t going to update BUT I had a little free time I leave to see yoongi next week so this will probably be the last update until I’m back!

Ch.08| Masterlist | Ch.10

When you got home it was dark, you ate, showered and climbed into bed. You were intent on turning your phone off for the night, wanting to disconnect from the world but the reminder that Hobi had asked you to let him know you got home safe stopped you.

You reached across the bed to grab the device, bridging up his contact chat.

YN: got home safe, thank you.

HS: You don’t have to thank me, did you eat?

YN: Yeah, did you?

HS: I did, had a luxurious pot of ramen.

YN: wow you really live the rich life.

HS: only the best of the best, nothing beats the reduced section in the convenience store. 🍜

YN: I’ll have to try it someday. 🤞🏻

YN: oh no

HS: What’s wrong?

YN: I still have your shirt I was planning to return it today but with all the drama it slipped my mind, I’ll give it back tomorrow I’m so sorry.

HS: Keep it.

YN: I couldn’t do that, it’s far too valuable.

HS: I eat cheap sale section ramen, I don’t have much a care about money nor the value of possessions. I liked the shirt, I brought it, I wore the shirt, you needed the shirt, I gave it to you.

YN: I don’t like taking things from people.

HS: You’re too much like Yoongi Hyung. Don’t think about it too much, if I want the shirt back I’ll ask. For now, take care of it for me. Okay? :)

YN: okay, thank you. :]

HS: Im heading home now, I’ll see you tomorrow if we cross paths after your class with Jungkook. Go easy on him.

YN: I’ll try to! Go safely, Goodnight.

HS: Goodnight. 😇

You shuffled over onto your other side, shoving your phone under your pillow before wrapping the covers around yourself.

Today definitely had been one of the worst for a while, you had this sickening feeling. You’d only been working there a few days and so much had happened already, it made you really think about the things they would go through, the things they had been through the duration of their career thus far. Maybe you could ask Jungkook, he seemed to like you. Maybe Hoseok would tell you but you postponed the idea for now, the worry of upsetting them or seeming overly invested was probably a bad take right now.

You let yourself drift off, your brain reluctantly shutting off the thought of who could be threatening you. The dark boundless space of sleep provides you with some much-needed rest.

Or so you hoped.

Your alarm went off at 6 am, normally you’d groan and ignore it for a few minutes but today you were already awake, tracing patterns in the white walls after a restless night. Nightmares occupy your dreams, a faceless figure attacking you at your childhood home. Fitting for the current situation.

You dressed down today, black slacks and a black shirt to match. Not feeling interested in putting together an award-winning outfit, you were already exhausted there was no need to spend any extra energy on things that didn’t require it.

You were nearly ready when the faint sound of your phone vibrating stopped you, the initials JJK on the screen.

“Hello?” You picked up, resting the phone between your cheek and shoulder as you put your socks on.

“Noona?” Jungkook called, it sounded as if he was whispering. “Are you busy?”

“I’m getting ready to come in now, is everything okay?”

“Don’t come into the company, it’s really busy and there are reporters outside.” He explained you could hear voices in the back although you were unable to make out who.

You considered following his advice but decided against it, work is where you should be. “I should still come in, we are supposed to have a lesson today.”

“We can still have it, I talked to the managers and they agreed it’s okay to have it at vision.”

“What’s that?” You checked through your bag, making sure you had everything necessary to teach.

“It’s somewhere we use a lot, it’s a cafe. The managers know the owners, it’s safe.” It makes sense why you’d never heard of it, cafes weren’t your go-to.

You hummed in response. Sliding your card into your purse. “Send me the address and I’ll get a taxi there.”

“It’s okay.” He laughed. “The manager can pick you up, they said we will go past your address anyway.”

His voice sounded different through the phone, if you hadn’t seen him face to face before you’d never pictured he looked the way he did. His bright eyes and soft expressions not matching the rough voice he had. It was most likely from their recent rehearsals, you’d known other idols to lose their voice especially when rehearsing for a tour. “Sure, just send me a text when you’re downstairs and I’ll come right out.”

“Sounds good, bye Noona.”

“Bye.” You dropped your phone at the sound of the call ending, you wouldn’t have enough time to eat breakfast but admittedly that was your fault. Besides, it’s not like Jungkook would mind you eating at the cafe - well you hoped. You still found yourself feeling unsure at the lines between you all. You were a staff member and technically they were your boss or at least they were more valued, what they wanted was what you give them, that is if you want to keep your job.

You finished up both your hair, skincare and make-up in 25 minutes which definitely was a new kind of personal record, you knew you had unanswered messages from NaRae but she would understand that things in your life had picked up suddenly.

The only call you were waiting on was from Jungkook so when your phone went off you were positive it was him, not even glancing at the name before accepting.

Deep breaths filled the line, almost as if someone had been running for an extended period of time. You pulled it back only to see a no-caller ID message.

“Who is this?” You weren’t one to get scared easily but this was different, you felt too aware even more so when the heavy breathing was the only response given to you. “Hello? I asked who is this?”

The voice was distorted giving you no clues to their identity. “Stay away from them.” You didn’t ask who, you knew what it was about, running over to your windows you looked around.

Seeing nothing out of the ordinary you put the phone back to your ear, perching yourself on the kitchen stool. “I don’t know who you are but this has to stop, I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“You’re a liar, I don’t know why they would employ you. What if I told them about Jung-woo.” You felt your heart drop at the name you hadn’t heard for years, the incident being one of your most traumatic. “I know all sorts of things about you. I want you to help me find all sorts of things too. When I call you better answer or I’ll make sure everyone knows about you.”

You didn’t have time to respond before the call was over, you didn’t know if you had the ability to. You hadn’t heard that name in years, distant memories from your childhood creating an unsettling storm without you.

You wanted to call Narae, tell her about it, try to figure out who knew and how but you didn’t have time, you watched the familiar black car pull into your building and a text notification light up your screen.

JJK: outside Noona.

YN: coming!

You weren’t sure if you could make it to the car without throwing up, you’d never felt more regret about work. Your sullen face was a deep contrast to the grin Jungkook was wearing, clearly in a good mood.

You greeted both him and the manager as you got into the backseat of the car your seat beside the singers, you noticed your hands shaking as you clipped on the seatbelt but still forced a smile. “How are you today Noona?”

“I’m fine. I thought we could take a simple English test today it’s an online one and it will allow me to see where we should start. Do you know the alphabet?” You tried to seem as professional as possible even with your worried mind.

The younger laughs, nodding. “I know the alphabet I’m not that far behind.”

You laughed with him, yours much more half heated than his. “It’s important for me to know, it’s like someone learning Korean without knowing Hangul. It wouldn’t work.”

“I suppose so, although you could still learn the meaning of words and how to say them through videos.” He countered, his head resting against the window.

“Ah but imagine how much easier it would be if they learned Hangul and then could read and pronounce them without the videos. You won’t be able to watch videos on stage which is why it’s good to understand and be able to speak even basic English.” You explained, folding your fingers against themselves.

“I guess but is there like an easy way that I can become really good at it? I want the hyungs to be surprised.” You found his take endearing, you could see from your position that they were all close. “It must be fun to know English.”

“It’s become very normal to me now, I do prefer doing everything in Korean though.” It was much easier, even if you did have an extensive understanding of the English language.

“Can we talk in English?” He was so excited and it was your job to indulge them in any teacher matter, you smiled at him and nodded. Your brain seemed to filter out once you said hello in English.

You wanted to take notes but the bumpy car ride would have made them a mess so instead you formed a mental diary ready to take note of his current abilities. “What are you doing today?”

“I am taking class for studying English!” You loved his enthusiasm, his accent a clear mix of false American and Korean. “With teacher.” He tacks on.

You giggle at his grand gesture to you. “Good! Now can you tell me your favourite things?”

“I like…” he trailed off looking around for something to point out. “Oh, I like art!” He pointed out the window to a mural that had been painted along the side of a building. “I wish I could get out and take pictures” he mumbled in Korean, a sadness to his tone.

“Why, we can ask to stop?” You continued in English.

He shook his head. “No, busy, lots of people can look.” It was clear English wasn’t the most difficult for him, seeming to have a good grasp of the language, certain letters could be pronounced softer but somehow his choice of tone fit his personality. The exposure to it whilst they spent time overseas definitely had helped give them an advantage when it came to learning. “Unsafe.”

“Maybe you could come back later at night and take some?” You hoped your solution fixed his dulled excitement but it just drew a deep sigh from him.

“I guess.”

“Do you ever feel like you miss things?” You couldn’t stop yourself before the question was out. “Don’t answer that if you feel uncomfortable I’m sorry if that was over the line.”

He rushed to answer. “No no it’s fine, I don’t like to be sad because I’m privileged. I get to experience so many wonderful things and meet so many wonderful people but sometimes I wish I enjoyed the simple things in life, taking a walk on the street, going for a meal, going to see a movie.”

You could understand the wish, it was simple and yet for someone who had so much money and the ability to do so many extraordinary things there were so many simple ones that he just couldn’t have. Things money couldn’t buy. “I can’t relate to it but I do understand. It’s okay to feel sad about things though, sad emotions are okay as much as thankfulness.”

He gave you a nod. “I can see why Hobi Hyung likes you so much. You’re kind. We are here by the way.”

The sudden revelation threw you off, it was nice to be liked. It was a quaint area, there was no foot traffic. You could see why it appealed to the members. “It’s nice here.”

“Let me take the bag.” He held his hand out and you handed it over, thankful to give your shoulder a break from the weight, even if it was for a few minutes books are heavy. “You should try the cake they have here, it is so fresh.”

“They bake it fresh?” Many of the cafes in Seoul despite being trendy and cute usually had a funky taste, it was rare to find a fresh cafe.

“Fresh?” He looked at you for a few seconds before seemingly understanding what you meant. “Yes. It’s the best, I’ll buy us one for the trouble.” He laughs holding the door open.

True to his word - and your refusal - he brought you both cake and a coffee that was 3 sizes too big. The lesson had gone smoothly, Jungkook understood most things and tried hard to understand others. The earlier call dance around the outskirts of your brain, the distorted voice coming back now and again.

You knew you should tell the management but the threat of no name exposing something so private made you hesitant, instead you settled on calling NaRae once you got back home. The manager returned three hours later to pick you both up, dropping you off before taking Jungkook to the company. The younger explained that he had some work to finish.

You ran into the convenience store down the street, grabbing some snacks, gimbap and ramen. Dinner would have to be quick tonight, you’d already called NaRae who said she would come over right away after hearing your worried tone and you didn’t want to keep her waiting.

You arrived home, a knock following just after you’d taken your shoes off. You opened it to find a slightly tired-looking NaRae who offered you a plastic bag before stepping inside. “You look like you went to a funeral, why is your outfit so…sad?”

You ignored her comment brushing it off with an eye roll. “What’s this?” You peeked inside, slowing the door with your foot. “Food?”

“Dumplings.” She smiled, already reaching to grab chopsticks and bowls from the cupboards in your kitchen. “Didn’t seem like you had a great day I thought it would help. Go sit I’ll make it.”

“Oh, yeah thank you.” You handed the bag back over to her and took a seat at the table as she brought over the food, the smell already causing your mouth to water. “They smell so good.”

“So what’s wrong?” She sighed, picking up her own chopsticks.

“Someone called me today, they told me that I should quit.” You started out, wanting to gauge her demeanour before continuing.

She gave you a confused look, you always loved how she has the inability to mask her emotions with a straight face. Her open expression earned you both a few issues in the past. “Is that all? I thought someone had sent you a dead bird or something.”

You swallowed your food, scoffing lightly at her extreme take. “They knew about woosung.”

At the mention of the name, she choked on her food, her eyes widening at you. “How, Woosung? That’s confidential right?”

“No one knows. You haven’t told anyone right?” You question her sheepishly, your eyes trained on her food rather than herself.

Her hand reached across the table, her nails painted a sheer pink with flower decals on them. “I would never tell anyone about that, maybe it’s just a name they went with? Are you sure it’s not an old friend or even a distant family member?”

“Rae you already know the entirety of my family line, besides we both know I’m not the most popular.”

“I guess that’s true.” She sighed, you pinched her hand in response, not missing the undertone of her comment. “Ouch for one and have you told the company for two?”

You shook your head, releasing her hand. “No, I don’t want them to find that out. Do you think I should?”

“No absolutely not, that would damage your reputation. Do not bring this up to the company or the members okay?” Her eyes were wide, almost fearful.

You could understand why though, she knew the Jung-Woo story, anyone who knew the Jung-Woo story was fearful, especially for you.

— AN — (apartment floor plan)

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enchantinglyjade · 2 years

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Milk & Honey - Ch. 19

Austin!Elvis x Black!OC

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Summary: King worries about his friend and sends Honey to check out a new club in town

Warning: Swearing, tensions of sorts

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Song: Sugar Pie Honey Bunch - Four Tops, My Babe - Little Walter

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‘If you wanna find yourself, first thing you do is go home.’

“Happy Birthday dear Charles

Happy Birthday to you!”

My voice, and my voice alone, bounces off the bare walls of our home as Charles readies himself to blow out his candles.

Martin Luther King Jr. was recently murdered, 2 years ago Elvis got married to the woman he met in Gemany, and my baby turns 9 years old, 9 years without ever meeting his father.

9 long years.

I watch as he digs into his cake, flying straight past the idea of cutting slices. I swipe my finger along the top of the cake, smearing the frosting, before bringing it to my lips. Not like anyone else is having some anyway.

“So, when are we leaving?” He asks, sucking lumps of cake off his fingers.

“Baby, I don’t know if you’re ready for all that excitement.” Boy’s been begging me for months to bring him to Beale, but everything with Martin Luther happening not so long ago, I’ve been hesitating to say the least.

“Mama, you promised to take me to see the city!”

I was scared, but how could I say no to the boy? He’s been asking for too many days, and I did promise him. I sigh. “Okay, but we can’t stay for too long.”

He immediately jumps up to wash his hands and throw on his shoes, causing me to laugh at his excitement.

We ride a Greyhound into town. I watch as he peeks out the window to look at the buildings that pass by.

I dont bring him out as often as I should. I don’t trust many others in our neighborhood, and honestly, I usually don’t have enough for the bus fare to bring him places like downtown all the time, but I had been saving up to take him on this little day trip like he asked.

We step off the bus and onto the streets, his face glows with fascination. “Mama, I love it here!” He exclaims, shaking my arm.

So did I once. It had grown dull since I last saw it, not to mention the morbid fog that covered the city from recent events. It’s nothing like how it used to be, but it would always feel like home.

“Where do you wanna go first, baby?” I ask as we stroll down the sidewalk hand in hand.

He looks around, pondering, before his eyes land on the brightest shop. “Ooo! Can I get some candy?”

“Sure, let's go.” I reply happily, trying to match his excitement level despite the nervous energy I just couldn’t shake off today for some reason.

A man stands outside the bright red painted door, greeting passerbys, that is until I attempt to reach out for the door. He blocks the handle, “Uh uh, little one. Back door. Bad for business.”

I huff, taking Charles around to the back. Shouldn’t even bother to go in after that, but I’ll be damned if my son doesn’t get some candy on his birthday. Jim Crow laws may have been overturned for a while now, but that didn’t stop people from holding on tightly to their opinions. Things had only gotten more tense recently.

Once Charles picks out his birthday candy we continue walking the street before we come across a building I was all too familiar with. We come to a stop admiring it, memories flooding my gut with a twisting feeling.

“Is that Club Handy?! It’s just like she described it!” Charles jaw drops, jumping on his toes to try and get a peek into the window.

Hold on. What?!

“Charles, how do you know anything about this building?” I ask, hands on hips.

He pops a Razzles in his mouth, obnoxiously chewing with his face smooshed against the glass. “Auntie Pearl told me you used to work here.”

I smile. I missed Pearl. About a year ago she got married and moved away. Of course we still call each other about every other night, but now it was her turn to start a family. I had to all but force her out. She was so worried about Charles and I on our own. It was sad to see her go, but she had helped me raise him for so long, she deserves to focus on her own happiness now.

He spins around to face me, blue tongue peeking through his teeth while he talks. “She said you used to meet famous people here too, like Little Richard and-and Elvis too! Is it true?”

Right…that old issue. So, I never did end up telling him. How could I?

I know what you’re thinking, I’m just like my mother, but with Ma it was different. My dad was a plantation owner’s son that no one has ever heard of, except maybe his local gas station workers. There was no reason she couldn’t have told me at least his name.

What am I supposed to say to Charles? Forgot to tell ya, but your dad’s that national superstar you watch on TV who’s married to another woman, lives on the other side of the country, and that you’ll probably never get to meet because I have no way of getting in contact with him??

Even I wouldn’t believe that.

I know I have to tell him eventually, and I know that the longer I wait the worse he’ll react, but maybe when he’s older he’ll be able to understand better, even if it means he’ll hate me for it. For now, I just tell him his dad’s in the Army and will be away for a long time. Luckily, Pearl and I have always been great at distracting him when he asks, so I’ve never had to come up with anything beyond that. Besides, it’s not a COMPLETE lie.

“Can we go inside?” He begs.

I chuckle. “Baby, this is not a place for kids, and it’s only open at night.”

“Mama, there’s a man in there right now!” He proclaims, pointing into the window. I peek inside seeing none other than Sunbeam himself greeting customers near the entrance of the drug store area. I swallow, not wanting to be seen, but not wanting to let Charles see me panic. “Please, Mama! It’s my birthday!”

I gnaw on my lip. Always using the birthday trick on me. “Okay,” I hesitate out.

He yanks my arm, pulling me through the entrance. I barely make it through the door before Sunbeam recognizes me and is hopping his way over to hug me.

“Honey! Is that you? How you been? It’s been too long, girl.” His naturally bubbly and boisterous voice fills the drug store.

I giggle, always feeling so welcomed by his personality. “I been great, Sunbeam.”

Charles pokes on Sunbeam’s arm, bringing his attention from me and down to him. “I’m lookin to meet famous people, know where I can find me some, sir?”

I bite my cheek, holding in a laugh. It’s odd. Elvis and I were such shy, quiet children, but Charles is the bravest and most frank little boy I’ve ever seen. “My son.” I point out.

Sunbeam chuckles. “Quite a boy you got there. What’s your name?”

“Charles. I’m gonna be rich one day.” He states mighty and proud, doing a pose just like his daddy used to do after reading that damn comic book.

Sunbeam begins laughing so hard that he has to pull his handkerchief out his pocket to cover the coughs that came out with it. “I ain’t got no doubt’s about it with an attitude like yours, boy.” He shakes his head with a bright smile. “Some folks are upstairs doin their ol’ ritual or whatever if you wanna go up and join ‘em. Wouldn’t wanna keep your boy from meetin any influential individuals.” He bursts out into a laugh again, before turning back to some other customers, handing out fliers to a show happening tonight.

I smile, taking Charles' hand. He hops up the stairs excitedly, but each step closer to the club area fills me with a pain I thought I had gotten over by now. Memories flash so vividly past my eyes I could nearly see them play out in front of me. My nerve-wracking first day, being the new girl in town in such a big city. Seeing Elvis walk through these doors before each of my performances. Vickie and I gossiping on the steps during our breaks, laughing about any rude customers that came in.

I push through the doors revealing the smokey brown club. Every picture frame is hanging on its nail exactly how I remembered it. Every door frame and floor board still has the same cracks and chips. It even smells the same.

“Uncle B.B.!” Charles yells, running to the bar.

“Hey kid!” King puts down his drink to greet my boy.

King’s here?

There’s a group of other musicians in the room, warming up for their nightly session. I wave to them shyly before pulling up a stool next to King at the bar.

King warmly smiles, opening his arms to me. “Hey, Honey. How are you?”

I smile, embracing him. “I’m doin fine. How are you?”

But before he has a chance to answer, Charles plops down in front of me. “Uncle B.B., my Auntie told me you were friends with Elvis. Now, you know I wanna be a serious actor one day, so I’m gonna need you to spill his contact information.”

King laughs, always shocked whenever Charles opens his mouth “Sorry kid. I ain’t talked to the man in years.” Charles stomps off with a loud groan, going over to talk with one of the other musicians. “Happy Birthday by the way!” He chuckles, shaking his head at the boy.

I sigh, that boy will be the death of me, especially with his new found interest in acting. Looks like I didn’t need to tell him who his father was for him to still want to go after him.

“You still ain’t tell him?” King asks softly with a raised eyebrow.

I scoff. “Do YOU know a way to reach him?”

He laughs dryly, resting his head on his knuckles. “Nah, Colonel won’t let no calls through. You ever try going to his house? You do live 20 minutes from him.”

“You think after 8 years I ain’t never thought to do that? He ain’t never home! Been in California making all them shit movies and I ain’t about to sit outside in the hot sun with thousands of people, gettin gunned down by his security for hours just to find out he ain’t even there. Besides, wouldn’t wanna interrupt whatever he’s got goin on with Marcella.” I sneer.

He chuckles, amused at my tone. I tell him over and over again that I ain’t jealous, but he don’t ever believe me. “So, how have YOU been doin then?”

“Surviving.” I blurt out.

He shakes his head with a scoff. “So you just gonna give up music just like that, huh? All cause he moved on and you can’t?”

My brows furrow in offense. “I’ve been singing.”

“Look, all respect, but you and I both know you were meant for somethin bigger than a church choir.” I bite at my cheek, not knowing what else to say. He sighs, pulling something out of his pant pocket. He plants a piece of paper onto the wooden bar, sliding it over to me. I look down, finding that it’s a flier for a club nearby. “Sunbeam done opened up a new club not too long ago. Got himself a couple’a new cats playin there tonight if you wanted to see what’s poppin in the industry right now. Go check em out, get yourself back in the game. Who knows, maybe you’ll find someone YOU can move on with.” He wiggles an eyebrow with a mocking smile.

I roll my eyes, taking the flier. Maybe I’ll go take a peek.

I march around the house, adjusting my coat over my shoulders and scavenging for my keys. “Just watch some TV, then go straight to bed. Okay? No leaving the house.” I dig in my purse, before pointing a stern finger at Charles. “And no cooking again!” I finally find the keys buried within the depths of my bag. I huff, hooking my finger around the keyring and walking over to Charles. “I’ll be back in two hours. Call Auntie Pearl if you need anything.” I give him a kiss on the cheek.

He pulls away, disgusted. “Mama! I can’t hear Batman!”

I huff once more, before putting my shoes on and opening the door. “One hour and then straight to bed!” I warn him, but he completely ignores me, still staring into the depths of the TV screen. I groan, closing and locking the door behind me.

My heels clack down the sidewalk as I run down the street to the bus stop, hopping on just at the last second.

Club Paradise, Georgia Ave.

I repeatedly tap my nails against my thighs in my seat, itching to reach my destination. I hear the shrieking of guitars crying as we arrive, and jump up to rush off the bus and follow its sound.

When I push through the front doors of the club it feels as though a gust of wind blows over me, taking my breath away. The music sends a shiver up my spine, transporting me back to a place I had long forgotten.

It feels good to be home.

Colorful lights parade across the stage as a group fills the large area with the sounds of various instruments. Listeners whoop and shout, standing from their seats to dance with one another.

Nerves begin settling in my body as I tightly clutch my bag, realizing how out of place I now am to this type of environment. I sneak over to one of the lone back tables, shadowing myself even more so from the already dim lights as I get readjusted to the energy. I smile as the saxophonist goes wild, causing the audience to throw their hands in the air.

“Hey, let me buy you a drink, sweetheart.”

I jump, turning my head to see a man ease his way into the seat next to me, a friend right behind him.

“Unless ya wanna dance?” The friend suggests.

“If she wanted to dance, she wouldn’t be all shy back here. Clearly, she wants to hang in the back with someone mellow like me.”

“Well maybe she’s too shy to go out on her own and’s waitin for a prince to come get her.”

I rub my temple, waiting for them to stop their back and forth nonsense so I can break their spirits and tell them they can both get.

Suddenly, a warmth makes itself present behind me. A sharp, unsettling shiver goes up my back, hitting deep spots throughout my spine both in miraculous and unpleasant ways. The shiver frightens me so much, I don’t even dare turn around to find it’s source, just watching the two men’s faces as they look for me. Then a voice speaks up.

“Perhaps she’s uninterested.”

A voice I could recognize in an audience of screaming thousands.

A hand is placed on my shoulder, paralyzing me. The voice felt like it was engulfing me. It makes my heart race from the unwanted memories that I’ve been trying so hard to forget.

They gulp, but try to keep a tough demeanor in front of him. “We’re just keepin the little lady company, that’s all.”

“That won’t be necessary.” That’s all he has to say to get them to scurry off.

As much as I despised their attention, I could only pray they’d come back to save me from whatever fate is standing behind me.

“You gentlemen have a fine evening now.” He laughs, before stepping over to sit in the chair they were previously occupying. I gaze down at my lap, seeing his knee in the corner of my eye. “Well, I’ll be, Honey.” He chuckles out.

I try to swallow but my mouth’s gone dry. Nervously I look up, hesitant to make direct contact with him, but the second I catch a glimpse of his face I can’t help but to lock in on his eyes. Those baby blue orbs trap me in a trance. It feels like my entire body’s going to crumble to the floor, and honestly, I’d prefer that at this very moment.

I sit, brows raise, too petrified to speak.

He raises an amused eyebrow at me, smirking at my dazed face. “You in there, Bumble?”

Bumble. God! It’s been years since I’ve been called that. For a second, panic flashes through my mind, because I actually cannot bring myself to move after hearing that stupid little nickname. But then I imagine how ridiculous I must look, mouth hanging open while I stare at him. Somehow, I bring myself back to reality.

“Elvis.” I mumble.

Okay, it’s not what I was going for, but it’s a start. At least I can still speak words, or word, I guess. ‘Go find someone you can move on with.’ Thanks for the advice, King.

“In the flesh.” He chuckles. I giggle, sheepishly tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “You started wearin your hair curly again.” He states, with a smile.

My head snaps up, not expecting him to point that out of all things. “Yeah…”

He takes a second longer to admire my hair with a soft gaze. “I like it.” He hums, taking a sip from the drink in his hand, before setting it down on the table in front of us. “S’nice seein a familiar face.”

He hides it well, but there’s a pain in his voice when he says those words, but not nearly as painful as my heart was feeling.

“I’m surprised you even remember me. It’s been so long.” I say with maybe a little more sting than I intended, but the hurt was too strong.

He shakes his head sadly. “I could never forget you even if I tried.” And something in his eyes told me he had definitely tried, just like me.

Luckily, the band picks up again, riling up the crowd, so an uninterrupted, intimate conversation was out of the question. Both of us turn to the front.

Two men catch our attention on stage. One slaps the stings of his guitar with a passionate, but concentrated face. The other sits at the piano, joyously laughing while he hits the keys.

“Woo! That cat’s goin to town! Look at him poundin them keys!”

I sit nervously, watching his reactions in the corner of my eye. He smiles in a way that makes my heart flutter. It felt just like the good old days, before everything had changed. The days when the club was so packed that he could sneak in without getting noticed. We’d watch the performers together and no one would even know I wasn’t cleaning dishes in the back.

The guitarist hits a note with a nasty twang causing both of us to whoop.

I bite my lip, trying to disperse all the excitement that was beginning to bubble within me. God, what’s happening to me? I feel like a teenager again.

“That’s good but it ain’t like Handy. Man, that place was jumpin.” He grins at the memories.

I shake my head. “Nothin’s been the same.” He quickly turns his head to look at me. “Should’ve stayed your ass down in Memphis. We needed you.” Yeah, ‘we’.

His grin disappears, while he looks down at the carpet. “Seems like everybody need somethin from me these days.” He takes another sip from the drink before resuming his attention to the stage. Elvis hums. “So, why aren’t you up there tonight? You still singin?”

My eyes widen. “Oh, I could never go back on stage again. I wouldn’t know what to do anymore. But I did join a choir not too far back. Just a small church one. No one even hears me.” A tingle shoots through my body remembering my last performance for him, or more, what happened after.

He chuckles. “After seein you move, I never could’ve pictured you goin to church. I’m surprised they ain’t burned you at the stake with hips like them.”

I laugh, feeling suddenly over aware of my hips now. “I joined a choir, not became a nun. It’s not that serious.”

“I take it you don’t work at Handy no more?” He questions with an eyebrow raised.

I shake my head. “No, but King and I are still close.”

He nods slowly, in thought.

We stayed talking all the way until close. Each conversation that passed, the more comfortable we grew. It was almost as if we picked up where we left off and nothing ever happened between us.

“Shit. I missed the bus.” I say, staring down the street at the now empty bus stop, the club lights shut down behind us.

Elvis brushes off my words. “Obviously, I’ll bring you home.” I spin around with guilty eyes. He points his head in the direction of a lonesome black car in the parking lot. “Come on.” He says, offering his arm to me. I take it and let him usher me over, sitting down in the passenger side after he opens the door for me.

The pink Cadillac was gone. Though, I guess it made him far too easy to spot. The black car was good for staying inconspicuous, but I’ll miss the old memories of the Cadillac.

He smiles, starting the car and pulling out of the parking spot. The radio switches on playing one of my favorite ‘feel good’ songs right now.

‘Wanna tell you I don't love you

Tell you that we're through, and I tried

But every time I see your face

I get all choked up inside’

I smile, humming along, before softly joining in, while Elvis drives down the road.

“Sugar pie, honey bunch

You know that I'm waiting for you

Can't Help Myself

I love you and nobody else”

Suddenly, the station switches. I turn to see Elvis flipping through songs.

“Hey! I like that song!” I complain.

He pretends to snore, so I smack him on the arm. He laughs. “Killer bee’s still striking. I forgot. You like doo wops, don’t you?”

“That is not a ‘doo wop’ and there ain’t nothin wrong with them anyway.” I say matter-of-factly, crossing my arms.

He shakes his head, landing on another song. “Woo! That’s more like it.”

‘My baby don't stand no cheatin', my babe

Oh, yeah, she don't stand no cheatin', my babe

She don't stand none of that midnight creepin'

My babe, true little baby, my babe’

He starts snapping along to the rhythm, singing along while making a left turn at a light. I watch him with a smile, before singing with him. He turns to me with a wide grin, dramatically singing the lyrics just to make me laugh.

He pulls up to another light with a happy sigh as the song comes to an end. He goes quiet, looking out into the distance. “Your voice, it ‘minds me of home. Makes me realize it’s been a long time since I been home.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Thought you still have Graceland?”

He shakes his head before landing his eyes on me. “Home ain’t always a place, Bumble.”

Now it’s my turn to go quiet. I stare back at him, not knowing exactly what he means by that and not knowing how to ask either.

He smiles looking into my eyes. “You ain’t aged a damn day.”

I furrow my brows with a shy grin. “That’s a good thing, I presume?”

He hums, nodding softly. “You’re still my pretty darlin.” A sudden serious look appears in his eyes. “You make me feel like myself again.”

I swallow, watching his eyes as I realize how close our faces have gotten to each other. HIS pretty darlin. I peek down at his lips. Lord, how I missed them. Still so soft and plump. He still has those cute freckles dusted over his face, and those long dark lashes, and-

*HONK*

We jump in place, looking around. The light in front of us is green, and behind us is a line of angry cars waiting. I adjust awkwardly back in my seat, turning to look out the window to pretend that nothing just happened.

Married. Married! God damnit, Honey. He’s married!

Then like that the reality of everything crashes down. God, I haven’t even mentioned anything to him about Charles. Do I tell him tonight? If I don’t tell him tonight, will I ever get the chance to again? What will he think? Will he hate me?

Every mile we get closer to my house, the more I feel like I’m going to faint.

Then, he pulls around the corner, down my block. The car creeps forward, as he looks around with a shocked face taking in the condition of the neighborhood. “You live here?”

I sigh. “S’all we could afford, but we get by.”

He stops the car in front of the house with a deadened face, noticing the lights were on. Damnit, I told him to go to bed. “We?”

Oh shit. Is now the moment?

“Um, Pearl and I had to move here.” Guess not.

“You still talk to that woman?” He questions, surprised.

I swallow hard, looking down into my lap. “After you left, Ma and Dad died in a car accident. We grew closer after that. She’s not all that bad.”

He takes my hand, holding it tightly. “I’m real sorry to hear that.”

I roll my head on the back of the seat to look at our intertwined fingers. “Sometimes I just feel like you’re all I have left.”

He eyes my defeated form, watching sadly as I meet his gaze. “I know the feelin.” He responds.

I gulp. I’m about to change that. I break loose from his grasp and instead shakily reach for the door handle. “I-um.” I swallow again. “I have something I need to tell you.” I say, as I exit the car.

He looks around confused at my sudden change in behavior, following me outside. He shuts his door, pacing over to my side. “What, Honey? What is it?” His fingers fumble nervously on my door, trapping me between the car and him.

I was really not in the mood to have something like this happen to me today, or anytime soon for that matter. You’d think after all these years I’d’ve prepared a little better for this moment, but I feel so unbearably weak and dumb now that the issue is finally standing right in front or me.

“Well, uh…” God, I feel like I’m gonna throw up. “You remember the night before you left for Germany?” I basically have to throw the words out from my lungs, otherwise they’d find a way to get stuck there for as long as possible.

His brows furrow, sentiment glistening in his eyes. “Course, how could I forget?”

‘How could he forget?’ Ain’t that some shit. Clearly he did otherwise he wouldn’t have had another woman in his arms only a few months after.

“Well, I uh…” My body shakes. Why is this the hardest thing I’ve ever done? “I got pre-”

“Mama?”

Our heads snap towards the door, where Charles stands in his pajamas. He rubs his eyes, probably sore from all the TV he be watching!

My voice searches for words, mumbling out a few incoherent noises. “Charles, go back inside, baby. I’ll be there in a minute.”

He looks between us, squinting to look closer at Elvis. I quickly pull Elvis’ face towards me so Charles wouldn’t recognize him. Not trusting his eyes, he gives me a look before going back into the house.

I let out a deep breath, but then realize what Elvis just saw. I turn back to the man whose head is still in my palms.

He shakes his head in disbelief right out of my grip. He scoffs out a dry laugh. “Sorry, didn’t know I was in’erruptin somethin’.” He steps away to walk back over to his side of the vehicle.

But before he can go too far, I grab his arm. “No, baby-Elvis!” Shit! I just did that. Oh, please just let me faint or something so I can escape this moment. He looks at me, surprised but still untrusting. “He’s not- I didn’t-”

He puts his hand up to stop me. “No, really it's fine. You don’t have to explain yourself. I’m glad you found someone that treats you better and that gave you a more beautiful family than I ever could.” He spits out, pacing back to his side.

I follow closely behind him. “Elvis, please.”

He places his hand on the roof of his car, staring down at the ground and tapping his foot. He goes silent for an agonizingly long time, breathing deeply with a dark look on his face. He turns around, stepping close to look down at me. I stop myself from breathing too heavily in fear that my chest would touch his if I did. “You let another man touch you.” He states, not asks, sinisterly, more sinisterly than he should be talking with that ring on his finger.

I scoff. Of all things on his mind. “Wasn’t that what you wanted when you left? Another man to pick up what you couldn’t?” He turns away, biting his tongue and popping his jaw, gripping harshly on the car. I shake my head, annoyed that he even has the guts to act like this. “You really think I’d let another man touch me?” I whisper. He hesitantly meets my gaze again, still upset, but slightly hopeful. “You remember any other man 9 years ago that was willing to give me a blonde, blue eyed baby?”

He gulps nervously, before swiveling his head to the side to glance back at the house. He knew what that meant.

I stare dreadfully at the ground. Of all the times I imagined how this would go, I did not expect this. “I wanted to tell you. Everytime I went by Graceland, no one was home. Tried calling but the number changed. I even had King try calling, but Colonel would hang up before we got the chance to speak. Some days I thought about going over to Hollywood to tell you myself, but I never had enough money even if I wanted to, and honestly sometimes I didn’t. You know what Ma went through with me, I was scared what the news would do to him. I don’t want him raised under hatred and flashing lights.”

He continues to say nothing, not even wanting to look at me.

I bite my lip, feeling tears build up in my eyes. I was stupid for not telling him. “Elvis, I’m sorry for puttin all this on you like that. I understand if you dont wanna stay or meet him. I-I get it. I know it’s a lot and that you have Marcella now, and I know I did wrong by not trying harder to tell you. I don’t expect you to forgive me, because even I wouldn’t.” I swallow my tears, putting on a serious face. “Punish me all you want, but don’t you dare go in there, gettin that boy’s hopes up if you don’t plan on coming back.” I say sternly.

Now, he looks at me, stunned and speechless.

“Sometimes I wish I never woulda met my daddy at all knowing now that he was gonna be taken from me so quickly like that. Don’t do that to him.” I demand, tears disobeying me and rolling down my face.

He remains quiet, processing all the information. He takes a deep breath, in thought before meeting my eyes once again. “I wanna be a part of his life.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “I’m actually glad to hear he’s mine. I was about to go in there and beat the hell outta whatever man let you live in a shithole like this.”

I sigh, rolling my eyes. The tension in my body slowly dissipates.

“But I can’t stay.”

And like that the stress comes right back.

“I couldn’t stay even if I wanted to. I gotta head back to California tomorrow. Gotta whole lot of people waitin for me back there. I’m just startin to find myself again, Bumble.” He takes my hand, softly running his thumb over my knuckles, but then comes to a stop. Confused, I watch him as some sort of idea pops into his head. “Matter of fact, come with.”

“What?!”

“Come with.” He chuckles out.

“Yeah, I heard you the first time. Elvis, are you out of your mind?”

“I know how peculiar it sounds, but I promised you I’d always take care of you and I meant it. I’m not going back to livin it up in a Hollywood mansion, knowing you and my child are back livin in the projects.”

I stare at him with no words. I couldn’t- We can’t just- Over there?

He laughs. “Well don’t just sit there like a bump on a log. Let’s get packin. I have a son I wanna meet.”

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Last Night

Summary: The reader is in for a surprise when she finds out the guy from the bar last night shows up on stage at a convention...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language, implied past smut

“Sara,” you said, rolling your eyes as you took a seat in the large ballroom. “I can’t believe you dragged me to this...thing.”

“Hey, I had an extra ticket. So what if you’ve never seen the show. Just enjoy the crazy,” she said.

“Sure,” you said, turning your attention to your phone, a text popping up.

Want to get together for dinner tonight? Harrison’s at nine?

Harrison’s? You got connections or something pal? That place doesn’t do last minute reservations. I might have to go buy a new dress you keep that up ;)

I would love to help you pick it out honey. Or take it off ;)

Nine sound okay or was last night just a one and done? No hard feelings if it was.

No. I’d really love to go out with you for real. A date sounds fun. I’ll see you tonight.

Can’t wait, Y/N.

“Who are you texting?” asked Sara. “And smiling like an idiot at?”

“I have a date tonight,” you said with a shrug, Sara wide eyed. “Yes, I of all people have a date. Call the national guard. It must be the end times.”

“Is he cute? Where’d you meet?” she asked, turning her full attention on you as more people crowed in the room. “Details. Gimme.”

“Yeah, he’s good looking. We met last night at a bar just around the corner,” you said. “I don’t know a lot about him. Just there was a definite click, connection.”

“You totally slept with him!” she said, hands covering her face. “Oh my...I really am a bad influence on you.”

“Yes you are,” you said, smacking her hands away from her face. “In a good way. That thing you told me about with the...he freaking went nuts for it. I’ve never seen a guy just absolutely loving it. He did me first too. Twice!”

“Marry him. Marry him or I will,” she said, shaking her head at you, someone shushing you nearby. “It’s gonna start soon.”

I just called. Reservation is for 9:15 under Ackles.

Thanks. See you later, Mr. Ackles.

You could hear music playing as you sent your last text, finally putting your phone away and putting it on silent, people getting loud all of sudden as they said a few names you couldn’t quite make out. You winced and ducked your head down, shaking it out when it finally got quiet again.

“Well hello Vancouver!” you heard loud and clear, your eyes wide as you found the source of the voice. You blinked more than a few times, staring at the man on stage take a seat, that perfect flirty smile on he wore last night. “Who’s excited to be here?”

“Who is that? Who’s that guy in the blue flannel?” you said to Sara, her eyebrow raising.

“Jensen. He’s one of the two leads on the show,” she whispered, giving you a strange look as she read over your face. “You did not.”

“Yeah. I did,” you said. “Oh boy did I.”

A few hours later you were tucked away in your apartment, forcing yourself not to look up anything about Jensen. It was already strange. You sat through an entire panel. It was too weird and if he found out, he’d think you were some lying fan and...

“I have to cancel,” you said, going for your phone. “It’s just a guy. There’ll be another one. We haven’t even had a date yet. A drink and a little fun. That’s all it was. We can forget this all ever happened.”

Your phone rang in your hand, a name popping up that made you grimace.

“Hello?” you asked, a small waiver to your voice.

“Hey, Y/N. It’s Jensen, from last night,” he said, sounding a bit nervous himself. “I uh...listen, I don’t really do what happened last night like...ever. I...that’s not who I am. Don’t get me wrong, it was fun. It was a lot of fucking fun but...I don’t know what you’re looking for and I really should have taken you out properly and everything first. I just...and I’m rambling. Awesome,” he said with a sigh.

“I was at your con today,” you blurted out. “My friend made me go. I didn’t know last night. Or even today really. I’ve never even heard of your show. I’m sure it’s great and everything but I’m not a fan. Not that I wouldn’t be a fan if I ever saw it cause I’m sure it’s great but I didn’t want you to think I was lying or...I’ve actually never hooked up with a guy. I mean I’ve done stuff with guys but like never a one night stand which I mean you weren’t right? Cause I thought maybe there might be something there and now I’m the one rambling so feel free to jump in anytime,” you said, smacking yourself in the face.

“How about we start over,” he said with a laugh. “You really weren’t the only one who thought there’s more to this than just a little bit of sex. I mean that was awesome but let’s hold off on that for a while this time.”

“Yeah, we jumped the gun a little,” you said with a nervous laugh.

“Would you still like to have dinner tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, for sure.”

Three Weeks Later

“Do you want to come over my place tomorrow for dinner?” you asked, getting a kiss on the cheek as Jensen walked you down to the parking garage after dinner.

“I’d love to honey but I have another con this weekend. How about Sunday night if it’s not too late?” he said with a smile. You nodded, Jensen giving you an odd look. “I have these things quite a bit, Y/N. It’s a part of my life.”

“I didn’t say anything. We’ll get dinner on Sunday,” you said, scrunching up your face. “What’s the problem?”

“There’s no problem. Not unless you think there’s one,” he said, slowing his pace as you got closer to your car.

“What problem do you think I have?” you asked, Jensen looking over your head. “Jensen.”

“We’re dating right? That means I’m with you, nobody else,” he said. You scoffed, shaking your head. “What?”

“You assume I think you sleep around at your cons,” you said, squinting up at him.

“Maybe you’ve been quiet tonight and I wanted to put your head at ease over something I thought was wrong but now I’ve just pissed you off,” he said, dropping his hand from yours.

“Jensen,” you said, rolling your eyes, watching him take a step back.

“Goodnight,” he said, waiting for you to get in your car. You shook your head and reached out for his hand, heading back for the elevators.

“We need to talk,” you said. “Please.”

He nodded once, quiet as you made your way back upstairs to his apartment, tucked away in a corner of his couch while he waited for you to speak.

“It’s been three weeks, Jensen. I think I know you well enough to know that you’re a gentleman and what we did was not a normal thing for either of us. You felt that same thing that I felt. I get the con thing too, sort of. I had a bad day today so that’s why I was quiet and it wasn’t something I wanted to put on you so early in this relationship,” you said.

“Are you okay?” he asked gently, moving the pillow away from his lap, the hardness in his face revealing itself as worry now.

“I have to move,” you said with a sigh. “The Vancouver office is closing. We all found out today.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he said, grabbing your hand so you sat next to him. “I’m sorry, honey.”

“It’s not like I lost my job but I have to move back to the states. There’s a few offices around the country but I have to make my decision this weekend and...I really like you Jensen but we’d have to go long distance and...I don’t want you to feel tied down to someone you just met when you live here and everything,” you said.

“I like feeling tied down to you though,” he said with a smile. “We can facetime and talk and text. We could get through it.”

“You really are too sweet,” you said, staring at your lap.

“How about you spend the night? I can talk through everything with you so you can decide where you want to go,” he said.

“Okay,” you said, leaning on his shoulder. “This is gonna suck.”

Monday Night

“So? Did you tell your boss Atlanta?” asked Jensen over dinner. You shook your head. “I thought you figured your rent would be cheapest there and you thought living in the South might be a fun change.”

“There’s a small office in Austin. It was left off the list but someone retired last week and they have one opening. I told her why not. Hey, it’s a few hours closer to Vancouver too,” you said with a smile. Jensen’s face was still blank despite what you thought he’d find to be happy news. “You’re from Dallas. Is Austin like a bad place to live or something?”

“How did I never tell you,” he said with a huge smile. “When I’m not filming, or when I just want to get away from the cold up here, I fly home to where I live in the states. In Austin.”

“Seriously?” you asked, Jensen nodding his head. “We won’t have to be long distance all the time?”

“Hiatus is soon. I mean, I figured I’d be spending a lot of time in Atlanta but Austin is a dream come true,” he said. “This won’t be so bad after all.”

One Month Later

“One everything,” said Jensen, handing over a plate with a burger on it. “Hold the tomato.”

“Thank you,” you said, sitting down on his patio chair, giving him a thumbs up as he turned off the grill. “Question. Is it ever not hot here?”

“You’ll get used to it,” he said, bopping you on the nose. “Wear your sunscreen, missy or you’ll burn. Put some aloe on those cheeks tonight.”

“So many rules,” you teased, kicking your feet up on an unused chair. “I’ve been looking forward to this for a month.”

“How’s your new office?” asked Jensen, taking a seat across from you.

“Good. It’s more laid back down here which I like. I work my eight hours and then head home to relax,” you said.

“You seem happier now. I like that,” he said, throwing his feet up on the same chair as yours, taking a big bite of his burger. “Okay. Tomorrow I’m taking you downtown for some of the best food of your life and then we were invited to a cook out at my friend’s place. He’s just around the corner. Oh and don’t forget to remind me about taking you boot shopping sometime.”

“I ain’t gettin’ no cowboy boots or hat, Jensen,” you said with a shake of your head. “I swear on my life, I will never own either one of those things.”

“Oh really? We’ll see about that,” he said with a smirk. “I bet you’d look adorable in the right outfit, like a born and bred Texas girl.”

“With pigtails and short shorts?” you said with a roll of your eyes, Jensen shrugging as he smiled hard. “No way. Never gonna happen.”

“You already got the short shorts on,” he said. “Side braid...you’re one bad shopping trip away from the total package.”

“You’re a super dork, Jens. Like a total and complete dork,” you said.

“I know,” he said with a wink, pulling your chair over when you started to giggle. “Come here. I missed hearing that sound in person.”

“Me too, Jensen. Thanks for turning out to be a southern gentleman and all,” you said.

“It’s my pleasure, honey.”

#supernatural #spn #rpf #jensen x reader #au #Jensen Fanfiction #jensen ackles #spn fanfic #fanfic #supernatural fanfic #x reader

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silurisanguine · 12 days

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15 lines of Dialogue game

As ive been away for the weekend, not sure if anyone tagged me with this but saw it open tag so here we go. Tagging @vorchagirl @despicablediet and anyone who'd like to do it! 15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well! Since i've written the most with Seren Jones, I shall pick her for this!

1 -"Maybe I am, but there isn’t anything left in this universe worth staying for. Whatever is in the next universe has to be better than this one Barrett, it has to. I can't bare to stay here any more, not without him, not when I could have done it so differently."

2 - "Cora… she was there, saw her dad die…She hated me, blamed me for not saving him. After the funeral, Lillian took her and that was the last I ever saw that wonderful twelve year old. I realised then I had no reason to stay in my universe as everything i loved had been taken from me. I hoped maybe another would give me a second chance. To fix things..to try again…

…That’s why I do this.”

3 - "I came here the first time with no preconception of what I’d find. I was in awe at the location, just as you are now. But what I learned here has guided my hand in relation to how I see the Artifacts, how I see Unity and the Starborn. Anyone who wants to complete the Artifact collection, needs to know the full story for themselves.”

4- "Now you see how dangerous this place is, and this is just the start. The Starborn Guardians here have lost all empathy, all compassion, their humanity in pursuit of their cause. They have nothing left in their existence except to stop anyone else reaching the Temple. …I sometimes wonder what is the point of their existence before I wipe them out of it for good.”

5 -”You washed them clean. I can say one good thing about Lillian in that she gave you the chance to do that. You’re not the same man, Sam.”

6 -”They makes me smile every time I come back here. But I’m not entirely alone, the fish there get a view unlike any other.” She pointed to the couple of little fish swimming in their tanks, sitting right at the edge of the massive view screen. “If you don’t mind taking care of them for me, they’ve been a good little crew, never complained once.”

7 - "I've never met you before. Until today I'd never met a single pirate here." That was the truth, if a little stretched Seren thought.

8 -"All this, this universe is a nightmare. I've been to so many variations and… You… everyone here is so different, so wrong. It’s like Unity decided to show me the worst outcome possible just to make me appreciate who I’d - what I’d lost.”

9 -"Neat trick, have to remember that next time I'm in a hell-hole universe."

10 -"Sorry, Sam, just picturing you over Vlad’s head brought on images of you in ballet tights and…yeah, sorry, I have too much imagination.”

11 - "Yes, justice, Delgado. See that’s behind most things I do now. In this case justice for those your fucking coloured coded Spacers have harmed- have murdered. It’s interesting really how far I got here without anyone realising who I really am... I wondered why no one noticed the SIN of my ship. Even Jess surprisingly. It was a gamble using it of course…But no one ever clocked that I was flying the Razorleaf."

12- “Until I knew for sure you felt the same way I did, I wasn’t sure how to really act around you. But now I know, expect more of this, Sam Coe.”

13 - “You know I would! I mean she called me darlin, you know that makes me melt.”

14 - "…He always said he was bad with words, yet he could say things that were like love poetry to me, that would dazzle me. He was so open with his feelings when he trusted you. Funny, absurd sometimes and he cared deeply and loved passionately. He was an amazing father and I-"

15 - "I've no idea. Being Starborn didn't exactly come with a manual."

#Seren Jones #15 lines of dialogue #Siluri writes #The Coemancer Crew #Starfield OC

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multifandombullshitbabes · 1 month

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It rly annoys me when ppl call rossi a racist for (checks notes) being forced by a group of bullies when he was 9 to pee on a black boy who was also being bullied. In fact, in the episode itself, rossi is shown clearly regretting n feeling guilty abt what happened, even tho he was literally 9 yrs old and also a victim in his own way.

Am i saying that rossi has never ever even thought of anything racist ever? Of course not. Ffs, even today many ppl, including me, will catch themselves thinking in ways that actively oppress many many people, but especially people of color, and especially black people. Its systemic. Its in everything, its almost ridiculous.

Let's think logically. Yes, rossi has a reputation; and after he left the bau, he reallyyyyy lived by it. But do y'all really think he could've been that good of a profiler, been respected by his peers and others that came after him, by gideon and hotch themselves, if he was a racist piece of shit? Do you? Do yall really think if he was racist he could be objective when necessary? And if he wasn't, dont u think it would be noticeable? Yes, he might still be respected as a great agent, but not as a good person, certainly not by hotch or gideon who obviously liked him before n after he left the bau.

Then again, he had a reputation to uphold. This suave cocky guy, works alone, thinks hes better than everyone, rich as fuck, etc etc. And thats what we and the team see when he first comes in. He's not there to be part of the team, hes there on his own mission. He doesn't need nobody.

So what does he do? Makes sure that he is useful ofc, but not likeable or attachable. He makes morgan n jj go to that bar knowing that they would lose respect for him afterwards, n he keeps picking on Derek, the next tough guy next to hotch, since hotch knows him n would see right through him. He makes no effort to understand Garcia at first, n he does everything to show that he comes from another time, he did things differently, n he doesn't care if they dont like it because, at first, he also does not care.

But morgan saw through him, cuz hes nothing if not smart n sharp and, importantly, a people's person kind of guy. He understands emotions (even tho sometimes he doesn't want to inspect his own n might lash out when hurt and frustrated, especially if those that hurt n frustrate him are the very very few he trusts), and so he understands rossi, cuz hes not stupid. And after that, the team just naturally grows on rossi, as they ought to do.

I dont think rossi is racist. I think he knows how he comes across n uses it to self isolate at the start, but then he drops it when he realises thats not rly what he wants, especially when he realises that the team can help him find who hes looking for.

#criminal minds #david rossi #hey look i posted a thing #shit talking but seriously (or not)#theres some real real valid criticism of this show especially the later the seasons u go on #but i just think this is a massive misinterpretation of a character. and it kinda annoys me

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shadowscrybe · 2 months

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Rayven's Revenge- Chapter 9

Summary: Rayven is the younger sister of Rhysand in the Night Court. She was banished 64 years ago for the murder of her sister. This is the story of Rayven earning her place in Prythian and finding out what it means to be family. We all know how her story ends...but how did she get there? I don't want to forget the demon princess with bat wings. Do you?

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none-typical canon content

A/N: Fuck it, here's 9 too. I got 17 chapters in the chamber. (Are all of them good is the question. The simple answer is ~no~ but nothing editing cant fix right besties)

Rayven had made it a few wing lengths into her flight towards the House of Wind when she remembered she had never checked on Eris.

She could meet with him after she played the Highlord, but Lucien’s warning nagged at her. Autumn was no longer safe. At least nowhere near the Forest House.

She cursed herself for not being able to reach out to his mind at this distance. She could send a message through the flames of the hearth in her room, but communicating under the Highlord’s roof was another risk entirely. She couldn't just leave it though, if Eris was in trouble she owed it to him to help. He’d do it for her.

Rahne hadn't slept either. She paced and panicked right alongside Rayven in the night. Their flight was swift, but much slower than normal. She struggled to keep a steady pace.

No racing today?

She didn't respond with words, only a small huff like she couldn't catch her breath.

Another apology she owed. Maybe Rhys was right. She hadn't thought through every alley of her plan, and the consequences they’d have to navigate.

They banked up the side of the mountain that held the House of Wind above the reach of Velaris’ streets. Winnowing here was impossible, so flying on no energy or sleep was the only option.

Azriel had trailed them, Rahne reported. She couldn't go anywhere in Velaris without some bat boy hovering.

Males. Her shadow mocked.

Her feet landed uneven on the balcony off of the main hall. She took one breath to stabilize her shaking muscles and wiped her slick hands down her thighs.

The Highlord, unlike Tarin, was always prompt in his arrangements. He sat atop the obsidian dais at the far end of the House of Wind.

Rayven approached the throne’s steps with Rahne tucked in her wing folds. They argued over her staying behind, but if Rayven was stubborn, Rahne was unmoveable. She could at least order her to not leave the shade her wing casted; she was not risking her getting caught snooping. Everything Rayven picked up today had to come from her own wits.

She should've bowed lower than she did, but that little girl stopped her bend at the waist. He didn't seem insulted by her shallow bow.

“Father,” She fought the bile rising in her throat. “Thank you for granting me an audience.”

“I called this meeting,” the voice of the Highlord carried over the rocky throne room.

“Of course,” She made my chin dip, but held his eyes.

“You were indiscreet in your false representation as my emissary in Spring.”

I outsmarted you, she wanted to spit at him.

He could not read her mind, but that didn't mean he couldn't read her face. She tried to school her features the way she had seen Rhys do hundreds of times.

She swallowed. Here we go.

“I beg your forgiveness for my misguided judgment, and thank you for the opportunity to serve you in Spring.” Her stomach twisted like it was going to be sick, but she forced it away.

“You have no rank among my court,” he paused for his words to hit their mark. She pretended to flinch and his mouth picked up on the side. “You take my daughter from me, then attempt to deceive me in the seasonal courts, and shame the court you've sworn allegiance to. Why should I let you continue to parade around as if you have any authority over my legions.” It was a question, but he began to speak darker, like he did when casting a spell.

She made her eyes stare at the marble floor. “I only wish to defend this court in your name.”

He was unreadable.

“No male will willingly follow you.” A sick smile twisted his face. “I will allow you to go to Spring with females of your choosing. Two week watches, rotated with the cooperation of Lord Devlon and Lieutenant Cassian.” He repeated her words from Spring like he’d been there. “You and your females are to train with the spymaster and the lieutenant every day until your first shift following the spring equinox.”

One month from now. He was not only allowing her a rotation, but also knowledge and practice for the task. She forced her eyes to not narrow on the cruel male. There was a catch lurking around his words.

“Thank you,” she said genuinely.

“In return for your impertinence, you will send daily reports of your findings in Spring.”

So not just a border watch. Rhys was right.

“Of course. Any information I find is yours,” Rayven said.

“The seasonal courts have aligned tightly for Tarin’s request. Why do you think I want our presence known there?”

Translation: he would not have the seasonal courts banning together under his nose.

“The authority of the Highlord is to be understood by the courts outside of Night,” She remembered the words from his teachings as a child. “Lest they forget our wrath.” Rayven met the eyes of the Highlord who looked slightly less furious, his mildly pleased look.

She was passing with flying colors.

“Have you forgotten?” Another layered question.

“Not once.” She replied with honesty and he knew it.

“There are whispers of a rogue Hybern rebel in the woods of Spring,” he said. And while her blood roared with fire, it suddenly chilled to ice.

There was only one other person she knew who could hear whispers across the courts. Did he know? She needed to be precise in her response.

“Just one?”

“A female.” If he sensed her unease he did not show it.

“Why would they leave behind one female?” She made her weight balance between her feet. She would not have her knees shake, giving her away in his throne room.

His eyes simmered. “That is what you will find for me.”

“Am I to confer with the others in my efforts?”

“I expect you to work closely with the males leading this operation. You may have the Ironcrest females answer to you, but you will answer to Lord Devlon and Lieutenant Cassian.” His word was law, and she was to obey.

Yeah right.

But Rayven said, “As you command it, Highlord.” She moved my shoulder a few inches forward into her parting bow, assuming he was giving her leave.

“Rayven,” her name dripped like poison from his mouth. “Do not disappoint me again.” So it had been said, so he shall have it.

He didn't need to warn her this was my last chance.

She made it down the mountain of the House of Wind before she had to empty her stomach.

A few passing citizens peered at her, some snickering. She sent images of dark flame into their weak minds and they found it wise to be somewhere else.

She felt him before she heard the beats of his wings.

Rahne decided to hell with her ‘stay hidden’ command and met with Azriel’s shadow. She couldn't tell his shadows apart, but she seemed to favor one above the others.

“What happened?” Azriel asked. His scarred hands were solid under her arms. He pulled her up from her hands and knees and moved the loose hair from her eyes.

“We are so fucked.”

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #rhys!sister #azriel x rhys!sister #azriel x reader #azriel #rhysand

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Wrapped in Love

Summary: Different ways Neteyam celebrates the day of love through the years

Pairing: Ao'nung x Neteyam

Word Count: 1465

Notes: For Day 9: Cuddles of @bellakotzent Avatar Valentine's Week.

I may be going really hard on the fluff but like is there any other point to Valentine's? Besides I made a really fluffy, aged-up, Neteyam lives fic for Ao'nung, I should also make one for Neteyam. It's only fair. I don't make the rules.

The day of love is a day dedicated to those loved as the name suggests. A yearly celebration the people throw as an appreciation for the others in their lives. Normally accompanied with festivities and the like.

It’s beautiful festival though Neteyam doesn’t remember most of the day of loves he’s celebrated. They either don’t stick out in his mind or he simply didn’t celebrate. The day itself is a nice one and a good excuse to skip on duties. But for much of Neteyam’s life, all he did for the day was relax and maybe help out with the festivities. However, there are a few that do come to mind.

The first day of love that Neteyam remembers is one from when he’s young. No older than seven or eight. He spent the day weaving gifts for his family. Necklaces, bracelets, even an anklet for Tuk as she was still a baby then.

Neteyam put in all of his effort into crafting them, easily spending hours on it. His mother’s words that if a job is done correctly it should never be done again echoing in his mind. He weaved feathers, beads, and even a few pretty rocks together to make all of them.

That evening when the celebration started, Neteyam gave all of the things he made to his family. His favorite part was seeing them all being worn after the day ended and in the ensuing weeks and months.

Neteyam doesn’t even realize when the first day of love comes after they move to Awa’atlu.

As the three-month anniversary of leaving the forest approaches, Neteyam’s left feeling frustrated. He knows nothing of living by the sea still. Even if the others around him assure him that his progress is good, he can’t but feel defeated.

Everything was so much easier in the forest. When Neteyam picked up a bow for the first time, it felt like second nature to use it. Now with a speargun, Neteyam’s turned into a fumbling idiot. He can count on one hand how many fish he’s caught with no help using a speargun.

Walking to their usual morning lessons, Neteyam is understandably not exactly looking forward to it. He’s walking there alone and slightly late today because he had extra chores to finish before coming. His siblings found his task boring so wandered off and are hopefully already at the lesson.

When he gets to their normal meeting spot, he’s surprised to find only Ao’nung there. “Where are my siblings?” Neteyam asks, confused. “And the others?’ he adds. Ao’nung hands him a bag and, while confused, Neteyam takes it.

“Tonight there is a celebration for the day of love,” Ao’nung explains. “You celebrate that in the forest, do you not?”

“Yes,” Neteyam confirms.

“Your brother is helping Tsireya with the food and your sisters are with Rotxo, making the decorations. We are to make the jewelry to pass out to children and for that we need many shells,” Ao’nung says before he begins walking away and onto the beach. “Let’s go forest boy.”

“Do not call me that, fish face.” Neteyam quickly follows.

They walk together along the beach, collecting shells and the dried coral that has washed ashore. It’s a nice break from all the swimming they’ve been doing. Once they’re done and their bags are full, it’s already halfway through the morning.

When they finally begin the crafting and weaving, Neteyam’s hands easily make their way through all of it. The way the jewelry is being crafted is very similar to the way Neteyam would make things back in the forest.

However while he’s doing so, he can feel Ao’nung watching him. Ao’nung’s eyes seem to follow Neteyam’s hands as he works.

With a sigh, Neteyam finally acknowledges it, assuming Ao’nung is about to criticize his technique. “What is it?” he asks, lifting his head up and setting his project down.

“How are you better at this than me?” Ao’nung asks in return to Neteyam’s surprise. He squints his eyes at the project Neteyam left to on the ground.

Neteyam looks at the other incredulously. “I am Omatikaya,” he says. “We are known for or weaving skills.” He quickly goes back to working on his project. They only had a few hours to complete their work and Neteyam wouldn’t wasting anymore on dumb questions.

“Show me how,” Ao’nung says as he scoots closer to Neteyam. Rolling his eyes, Neteyam moves his hands to allow Ao’nung to see.

They end up finishing all of the weaving just in time for the celebration. Despite the way his hands feel raw and sore, Neteyam smiles as he looks at all of their work. It was a nice break from the other lessons and watching the way the kids light up at getting a gift makes it all the more worth it.

The next day of love, Neteyam barely remembers but it still stands out in his mind. It’s the day he finally wakes after being injured at Three Brothers Rock.

Neteyam opens his eyes. Though it feels as if he’s moving a boulder, they’re so heavy and weighed down. The sunlight is bright, blinding. Neteyam almost slips back into whatever sleep he just woke from. But it feels as if a voice in his head yells at him not to.

When his eyes finally adjust to the light, he’s met by the sight of the ceiling of a marui. He groans, using one of his arms to try and sit up only to get a sharp pain in his chest as he does. Pushing through the pain, Neteyam eventually sits up, leaning heavily on the wall behind him.

Memories flood his mind of how he ended up here. The tulkun hunter ship, rescuing Spider and… Oh. Looking down, his chest is covered in bandages right where he was shot.

Neteyam looks around the marui he’s in, it’s the healing marui. He can tell from the things lining the walls. He contemplates getting up, or at least trying to, so he can find someone. Luckily for him someone enters just then.

They come in silently carrying a small bowl. Once they see Neteyam, the bowl falls to the ground, splashing the contents everywhere, but neither seem to care much. “Neteyam?” Ao’nung asks from the entrance.

“Ao’nung?” Neteyam questions. His voice is rough and scratchy, it almost hurts to use it.

Immediately, Ao’nung comes to Neteyam and crouches beside him. “You are awake,” Ao’nung says, staring at Neteyam in what looks to be astonishment.

“Yeah,” Neteyam responds. They stare at each other a little. In the year, Neteyam and his family have been on Awa’atlu, Neteyam and Ao’nung had grown close. Really close. Though it wasn’t before Ao’nung got rid of all of his horrid friends and shaped up his attitude. “Were you injured?” he asks as his eyes trail over Ao’nung, trying to see any injuries.

“No, very few were,” Ao’nung says. “Your family is also doing well.”

Neteyam smiles and gently places his hand atop Ao’nung’s. The air seems to still around them. They both lean into each other, their lips about to touch when a sharp pain suddenly shoots through Neteyam’s body. “Fuck,” Neteyam then groans, clutching his chest.

Ao’nung’s eyes widen and he quickly leans back. “I will get my mother,” he announces before leaving.

Neteyam’s eyelids get quite heavy feeling right as Ao’nung leaves. He barely remembers what happens next. All he knows is the Tsahìk comes, gives him something to drink and he falls unconscious again. He doesn’t awake again until the next morning which is filled with many happy tears from his family.

The newest day of love for Neteyam is so different from the rest, it’s hard to believe it’s true.

At seventeen, Neteyam is considered an adult. He’s considered one in by both the Omatikaya and Metkayina, having completed the Metkayina rite of passage. And, he has finally found a home in Awa’atlu.

Laying in his marui, early in the morning, the sun not even peeking out behind the eclipse yet, Neteyam finds himself content as he stays in Ao’nung’s arms. They’re facing each other with Ao’nung half draped over Neteyam.

Looking at the way Ao’nung’s sanhì softly glow in the darkness, Neteyam smiles. He had long memorized where each one is but still, he counts them. When he runs out of freckles to count, he just admires Ao’nung.

Eventually, Ao’nung wakes as well, being the early riser he is. “What are you staring at?” he whispers softly.

“You,” Neteyam whispers back.

Ao’nung lets out a quiet chuckle and pulls Neteyam closer so their foreheads touch. They both close their eyes and simply enjoy being in each other’s presence. “I can’t believe I found you,” Ao’nung says in a soft voice.

#aonunete #avatar the way of water #neteyam x aonung #atwow #fanfic #fluff #cute #AvatarValentinesWeek #tooth rotting fluff #i'm not joking #also kinda proud of myself that I've done two days in a row

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rothjuje · 9 months

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Today is my sister’s yahrzeit. Fifteen years. How?

Alyssa saw some pictures of me and my sister the other day and she asked me who my best friend was and where is she now. I told her it was my sister and then changed the subject quickly. I feel like it would be weird at 6 to know you were named after a kid you’re seeing in pictures. I don’t know. I was around that age when I found out my twin died in utero and it made me incredibly sad for a long time. Plus I don’t want her to have anxiety that her own sister/best friend will die. I am really bad with wanting to protect my kids from any pain or sadness, we still haven’t told them zayde (what they called poppa) died. We need to, Alyssa was just so hysterical when Hef died and he was just a dog she didn’t even like. She wasn’t especially close to her great grandparents, but I think she panics when she hears the word died and I’m just really dreading it.

We spent all weekend trying to get the chicken run up and not making much progress. In TX, we just dug a foot (2ft maybe?) underneath the hardware cloth frame and lined it with boards so nothing could dig under. Here Justin wants it a permanent structure, I’m not sure why. He is cementing 9 posts into the ground and digging the holes (tons of large rocks we had to chisel out) took a whole day alone. We tried to get the posts up yesterday and the math with uneven ground wasn’t mathing. Finalllllly got the posts up from 6-7 pm yesterday. Looks bigger than I thought and I am pleased. Plus watching Justin sweat all weekend and build something for me was pretty romantic/hot. He also made dinner both nights. It was a pretty great weekend actually.

While he was gone I thought about our relationship and why we felt like strangers and yeah part of it his trips, but the other part of it is young kids/not managing evenings/nights well. It feels impossible to sit and eat dinner with the kids, the planning to have all 5 of us sitting and eating at the same time is intensive. Alyssa is easy, but George and Gen are picky in opposite ways and someone always needs something and it’s just a challenge that I hadn’t been prioritizing. And the nights (especially over summer) have been late bedtimes, and all the laundry and cleaning and random tasks and my shower need to get done after the kids go to bed because G&G follow me everywhere/undo everything during the day. Then chicken chores for the 7 still living in the basement and it’s after midnight and Justin goes to bed at 11:30. Now when he gets off work I run around doing chores while he entertains the kids, we scramble to eat together even though not convenient, I shower and get stuff done for an hour, and then we have 10:30-11:30 together. And I’m getting to bed earlier. I don’t like to rush around but I’m not going to get the things done if I don’t so it is what it is.

Poppa’s yahrzeit is 10 days before my sister’s, July won’t be a fun month for us. I find it interesting how close Justin was to his grandparents, but I can see it. They both made it a priority to call and sing to me on my birthday and they called us every anniversary. They were warm, affectionate people. They always made me feel like part of the family, and honestly it was a loss for me too. Poppa was pretty much the only grandpa I knew, and he was always there for us. Not a perfect man by any means, but he was a good grandpa/poppa/zayde. Sigh.

I wasn’t going to garden this year, because after my expensive failure in TX I didn’t want to waste the time/money without a raised, fenced-in setup. But I did end up planting snap peas, strawberries, potatoes, and squash and they have all done fantastic. With zero effort. I did not amend the soil, I did not pick off bugs, no fencing, heck, I didn’t even water them! Just planted them in the rocky soil and off the went. Wow. I’m so excited for next year, I can’t imagine what an actual setup will yield!

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simshousewindsor · 8 months

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ASCOT ADVICE

[Buckingsim Palace, Buckingsimshire 9:50 AM WST]

Queen Katherine: I still can't believe granny Niema is dying!

Zarah, Queen Dowager: It's her time. We all have a time, darling.

Queen Katherine: Mom isn't doing well. Between the Royal Lodge fire, her feeling like she has no place to call home, to finding her place as the new Queen Mother.

Zarah, Queen Dowager: Rowena will be just fine. What about you? This royal ascot guest is quite the pick!

Queen Katherine: What am I walking into, granny?

Zarah, Queen Dowager: Your father was a smart man. He never did business with shady people. Louis, well, I still love him. I trust both of my sons!

Queen Katherine: There isn't much information on her. Martin looked into her, into her husband, and into the deal that got them Glimmerbrook back. Prior to that, she's a ghost! To find out that she was also close with daddy before he died, I need answers. What better way than during a public sporting event!

Zarah, Queen Dowager: You are strong, just like your father. So quick to action and judgement! What is her maiden name again?

Queen Katherine: Stanley. Why?

Zarah, Queen Dowager: Oh, nothing. I see we're taking a shorter walk today. Either you don't want to talk about something or you've had too much coffee.

Queen Katherine: It's Lara...

Zarah, Queen Dowager: You are so much like your father.

Queen Katherine: Lara doesn't understand the stresses I'm under. She expects everything to still be the same, and granny, she's gotten even lazier! Her and Anthony have declined so many engagements. They're unreliable! She also wants more money!

Zarah, Queen Dowager: Your sister is looking for a place in your shadows. She doesn't feel that she belongs, that she has a purpose. She was born second in line to the throne and, with the birth of the twins, is now fifth. I'm sure she also misses her sister. We live complicated lives, my child.

Queen Katherine: Speaking of complicated, where is your cane? The doctor said you've had complications walking?

Zarah, Queen Dowager: It's nothing! He's just being dramatic. Where is your brooch? I think your outfit is missing something!

Queen Katherine: I wanted my outfit to speak for itself.

Zarah, Queen Dowager: I know Ascot is calling! I do miss attending but I am far too weak. I'll be watching on the television! I love that sexy anchor, Cameron Dorly, on SNN!

Queen Katherine: (laughs) Oh, granny!

- - - - - LATER - - - - -

[Easton Racecourse, Balsimore 12:52 PM WST]

Queen Katherine: Grand Duchess! We finally have a moment alone.

Grand Duchess Kamil: Hello, Your Majesty.

Queen Katherine: Enjoying your first Royal Ascot?

Grand Duchess Kamil: I am! My husband and I both are.

Queen Katherine: This was one of my father's favorite engagements. (smug) He is the real reason we're both here, am I correct?

Grand Duchess Kamil: With all due respect, Your Majesty, undertones are not needed with me. There is much you do not know.

Queen Katherine: It seems my father told everyone everything except me, his heir, and now he is gone and I'm left to finish whatever scheme he started. My uncle told me a few things but it appears there is more.

Grand Duchess Kamil: We have much to discuss.

Grand Duke Erik: You should visit Glimmerbrook, Your Royal Highness. You would love the country!

Prince Louis: I'd like that! How is your military?

Grand Duke Erik: We could use some help.

Grand Duchess Kamil: Also, His late Majesty and I were not having an affair, contrary to rumors. The Duke of Kent also knows the truth!

Queen Katherine: (hesitant) The truth? What does the truth of you and my father not having an affair have to do with the Amulet of Amethyst?

Grand Duchess Kamil: I know the Queen Mother thinks we were having an affair. I need her to know the truth. We are cousins, Your Majesty! I am also a descendent of Queen Isabella and Albert I.

Queen Katherine: (gasps)

Grand Duchess Kamil: "I am also a Virtuoso spellcaster."

Grand Duchess Kamil: Princess Catherine had a secret child with a spellcaster during a time, in the 1800s, when spell casting was forbidden in Windenburg. Queen Isabella forced Princess Cate to leave the baby in Glimmerbrook, with its father, and the infant was never seen or spoken of again.

Queen Katherine: I... I don't know what to say.

Grand Duchess Kamil: The infant was a girl, my great-grandmother. Your father knew this, and together we were searching for the Amulet of Amethyst. My great-grandmother died performing a spell with the stone, then it was secretly sent to her grandmother, Queen Isabella, who hid it. The magical stone could be worth §100M simoleons!

Grand Duchess Kamil: Before he died, your father found a clue. We don't know what he found but it could help lead us to the stone. The only problem is no-one has access to the Kings files except...

Queen Katherine:...except me.

Grand Duchess Kamil: The Queen Mother believed the media reports that we were having an affair and has refused to see me. I knew she would not help us.