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heeracha · 2 years

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## stolen pictures. — l. heeseung

content/warning(s): swearing :D, fluff, lowkey whipped!hee x higkey whipped!reader, unprood read

wc: 0.5k

note: and once again, another episode of linoragi sucking at titles. anyway, hope u guys like this. wrote this in the middle of a power interruption last night. also, thanks to @rising-ashes's beautiful mind that came up with this idea bcs i told them i have 2.2k pics of hee now.

“take a picture, it will last longer.” heeseung once said, teasing you when he caught your eyes staring at him. he didn’t find it creepy, no worries. he’s just… very flustered. he isn’t over the fact that he got so lucky to have you as his significant other, now he has to deal with your heart eyes? good thing you never noticed his bright red cheeks whenever he catches you staring at him with your heart eyes.

with that being said, you chuckled, looking down. heeseung softly smiles, taking your hand in his as you lean your head against his shoulder.

take a picture of him? not a bad idea. and that’s exactly what you did. god, you were such a big simp. every opportunity you get, you do take a picture of him. wait, no, no, no. you take pictures of him, lots of it. but your favorite picture of him is probably when he was goofing around and he couldn’t hold his laughter anymore. he was fucking beautiful when he laughs and it never failed to make your heart warm.

one night, you two were with his friends, hanging out when heeseung, jay and jake suddenly needed your phone for something. while you were going to the kitchen, heeseung asks for your phone and you give it to him with no hesitation. heeseung opens your phone to see cats as your lockscreen. he softly chuckles, putting his thumb on the censor of your phone to read his thumb. he remembered registering his finger print in your phone and thankfully, you didn’t remove it.

fuck. now, heeseung feels himself blushing like a tomato when he sees your homescreen. it was him. a stolen picture, your favorite one. you never flaunted your relationship in social medias, but when you do it’s always a picture of him smiling cutely or just a stolen pic. but this one, he never saw this.

“hyung,” jake calls.

“yeah, yeah. i’ll be with you.” heeseung says as he goes to your gallery. honestly, he expected your gallery to be 50% cats, 50% you and him. but he didn’t expect to see an album for him that had… 2,218 pictures.

he goes inside the kitchen, looking at you. “baby?” heeseung calls and you hum, looking at him. he turns your phone to him, showing you what he saw and now, it was your turn to blush.

“i thought of this stupid thing, um,” you stammer, chuckling. are you seriously getting shy with your boyfriend? “you caught me staring one time and you told me to take a picture, it will last longer and i… did.”

heeseung chuckles, scrolling through your phone. “that was months ago.” he says and you shrug. you come up to him, wrapping your arms around his torso as you hide your tomato-like face on his chest. heeseung wraps his own arms around you as he lightly laughs. “baby, are you flustered or something?”

“yes,” you mumble and heeseung laughs. he presses his lips against your forehead as he smiles widely.

“you’re too in love with me.” he teases, squeezing you lightly in his arms and you whine, tightening your hold on him as he laughs. he just honestly hopes you don’t hear his heart beating too loud even if he’s sure that everyone in the house could feel it. but he lets you know anyway. “but it’s a good thing because i’m so in love with you, too.”

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thosefookinavacados · 3 years

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Thanks for the tag @hisfearlesshaz and @larrysballetslippers !!!

My lockscreen is *sigh* the Larry hug in b&w hd I'm like in love with it. Last pic I took was a really blurry pic of my pending work schedule I sent to my friend but there was no light so it looks shit aaaand the last song I listened to was Till Forever Falls Apart by Ashe ft. FINNEAS!!

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karajaynetoday · 4 years

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ours, for the rest of forever | ashton irwin

Hello friends! Here is a godparent!Ash one shot, based on this blurb about being godparents with Ashton and also inspired in part by that scene in Season 5 of One Tree Hill when Brooke is randomly looking after a baby but has to also finish fashion sketches so Lucas comes to her rescue with babysitting and it is overall very soft and cute. You know the one! Lol.

A very big thank you to Jex @sadistmichael , Anna @cheekysos , Jae @jae-writes-fanfiction and Hailey @talkfastromance4 for proof-reading and providing feedback on this when it was in its draft stages. You’re all absolute gems!

Anyway, enjoy the softness and as always, please let me know what you think! I’ve got some thoughts for a potential part 2, so we’ll wait and see how part 1 goes :)

(This is a fem reader insert)

Word count: 3.3k words

Warnings: none

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When your best friend Alice told you she was having a baby, you were over the moon. She was honestly one of the most kind-hearted people you knew, and the amount of love in her heart for others would only bloom more for a little baby to hold and cherish. Her partner James had been by Alice’s side since your university days, and their relationship was one that was literally #goals. They’d moved over to Los Angeles because James had an opportunity to work at an indie creative agency working with music artists, and when you followed a year or so later to pursue a consulting job, they’d welcomed you with open arms into the little community they’d formed of Australian ex-pats, LA creatives and generally good quality, salt of the earth people.

In the early days, there were lots of late nights (that became early mornings) running amok in West Hollywood, going from one house party to the next, but as you grew older, it became more likely to be a quiet Sunday sesh in someone’s backyard, with a barbeque cooking and someone playing their favourite tunes on a portable speaker while you floated in the swimming pool or lounged about on the grass with everyone’s various pets in attendance. When you met Ashton, he was drumming shirtless at his own house party, and then doing shots with James and their friend Calum. You were more than a little intimidated, although he had a kind face and welcoming nature, Ashton was forthcoming his opinions. On the other hand, you were always more reserved, and it took you time to feel like you belonged with their crazy crew of friends. One night, you and Ashton ended up alone in the kitchen sharing some chicken nuggets and potato gems tater tots after a wild night on the house part dancefloor, and from there you could feel a solid friendship starting to take hold.

A few months after Alice and James told you they were expecting, they’d invited you and Ashton out to brunch at one of your favourite spots. It was a little hole-in-the-wall café in Studio City that you’d first come to after Ashton wouldn’t stop raving about how good their iced coffees were. You all ordered your favourites (avocado smash with a side of smoked salmon and a hash brown for you, raspberry hotcakes for Alice, a breakfast burger for James, and pulled pork eggs benedict with a side of halloumi for Ashton) and were chatting away about your weeks at work when Alice reached down and pulled two envelopes out of her tote bag and handed on to you and one to Ashton. You took them, looking confusedly at Alice and James, who had big goofy smiles on their faces.

“Well, go on! Open them!” Alice half-shouted excitedly, squeezing James’ hand on top of the table. You and Ashton glanced at each other, perplexed, before tearing open the envelopes and finding a card inside. Yours read, “Will you be my godmother?” in gold writing on the front, and inside was an ultrasound photo with a handwritten note from Alice that made you tear up when you started reading it. You could see in your peripheral vision that Ash had a corresponding card in his envelope too, and he was standing up to give James and Alice a hug with an enthusiastic “Fuck YES! Of course I will!” that garnered some disapproving looks from the middle-aged women sitting near you. You held it together just enough to stand up and exchange hugs and choke out a “Y-y-yes” to Alice and James, before basically bursting into full blown tears of happiness and apologising profusely as your brunch was delivered to the table. As you wiped away your tears and managed to begin eating your avocado smash, you felt Ashton squeeze your hand reassuringly under the table, and when you glanced towards him he was grinning at you with a smile that was as bright as a thousand suns.

It was a normal June day at the office a few months later when your phone pinged with a text from Alice in your group chat with her, James and Ashton that

read “It’s go-time. We’ll keep you updated!”. You replied with lots of exclamation points and crying emojis, and for Alice and James to let you know if they needed anything, and a few minutes later Ashton had penned a full paragraph about the beauty of the creation of life, how he knew that Alice and James would be incredible parents, and that he couldn’t wait to meet the little one once they made their way into the world. Ashton was frustratingly eloquent sometimes. Later that night, you received a photo message of a small, pink baby snuggled up on Alice’s chest, with James’ arm thrown around her shoulders, and the caption “Charlie Rose, ten fingers, ten toes. Come visit tomorrow, she can’t wait to meet you x” and you could barely sleep from the anticipation of meeting your darling goddaughter for the first time.

Ashton insisted on meeting you at the hospital so you could visit Alice, James and Charlie together (“Dude, we’re a godparent team here! A package deal! A dynamic duo! Can’t have you getting in there as the favourite from day one!”) and you’d never seen him more gentle or smitten than when the small, wriggly bundle of blankets that was Charlie Rose was placed in his arms. Ashton rocked her gently, kissing her head, and whispering to her about how incredible she was and how excited he was to see her grow. James was snapping away with his camera, and he asked you and Ash to stand together for a photo holding Charlie, which would later be stuck on your fridge for years to come (and possibly be your phone lockscreen, but no need to mention that to Ashton).

Charlie was a tricky baby at first, resisting sleep and struggling with colic, but Alice and James were incredible and persistent and by the time she was 6 months old, they basically had the hang of this parenting thing. They didn’t want to christen Charlie in a church, but instead decided to hold one of your cherished backyard barbeques as a naming celebration for her. All of your nearest and dearest were there, and Alice’s mum had even flown in from Australia to meet her newest granddaughter. Despite it being an incredibly informal affair, Ashton insisted on making a speech about how he felt to be in Charlie’s life, to love and support her through every milestone and challenge she might encounter along the way. Charlie was happily gurgling in Ashton’s arms as he spoke, and she reached up to grab at his cheeks when he told her he loved her. Alice’s mum insisted on getting photos of everyone, including you and Ashton holding Charlie, and you tried to ignore the butterflies you felt when Ash slid his arm around your waist and pulled you into his side for a cosy photo pose. Were you actually starting to fall for him, or was it just the baby fever talking? Because damn, that man looked good with a baby in his arms.

When Charlie was almost 12 months old, Alice decided that she wanted to go back to work a few days a week. Charlie would be in childcare for most of the days, but you’d recently adopted a flexible working arrangement with your own office, and you insisted that you would love to look after Charlie for one day a week. The older Charlie got, the more adventurous she became, so what you’d originally envisioned as nice, quiet days of baking and craft activities and napping soon became full of visits to the playground and the beach and the zoo. Once Ashton heard about your regular babysitting day, he insisted on clearing his schedule as best he could, and joined the outings you and Charlie went on. It’s so much easier to cope with her boundless energy (and occasional temper tantrums) when you and Ash are together, and you have to admit it’s just as nice on the quieter days as well, when you snuggle in on your couch to watch a Disney movie, or do some puzzles with Charlie on the lounge room floor.

When Ashton was back out on tour, he’d insist on FaceTiming with you and Charlie on your babysitting day so he didn’t miss out on all the fun. Sometimes he’d read her a story or sing her a lullaby before naptime, and sometimes the timezones wouldn’t work out and he’d end up calling during naptime, so the two of you just spent a little time catching up on each other’s lives from your opposite sides of the country or the planet. Ashton also loved collecting little souvenirs for Charlie on his touring travels, and your group chat with Alice and James was regularly filled with photos of snow globes or little soft mascot toys he’d found in one city or the next. It was so cute how excited Ashton got when he found a new souvenir for Charlie, and you couldn’t help but imagine how adorable he’d be when he had his own children and carried on little traditions like this for them too.

One particular weekend, Alice and James were going away overnight to attend a friend’s wedding nearby, and despite their anxiety and nerves (and admittedly, your own), they decided to leave Charlie with you for the night as your house is the main one besides their own that she spends time in. They dropped Charlie off just after lunchtime, and after a teary goodbye, she’s soon happily playing with her toy cars and trains on the lounge room carpet (including making broom-broom noises, what a cutie) when you get an unexpected call from your boss. They’re rambling about a client needing an urgent rewrite on something that you’d submitted the previous day, a pretty sizeable project, and you could feel yourself starting to fill with dread at the idea of having to rework the entire thing while also keeping Charlie happy and entertained. After managing to jot down the gist of the rewrite on the back of a colouring in page you found on your coffee table and ending the call with your boss, you took a deep, calming breath before looking over to where Charlie was still playing on the floor. Sure, she looked content and adorable now, but nap time was fast approaching, and then dinner, and then eventually bedtime, and there was nothing Charlie liked more than stomping her feet and putting up a fight where sleep was involved. It was time to call for help, and your fingers found Ashton’s contact in your phone and hit “call” before you realised what you were doing.

“Hey, how’s it going with my favourite girl?” Ashton answered cheerily, and your heart stopped beating for a moment before you mentally face-palmed when you realised that he was talking about Charlie, not you, being his favourite girl.

“Hey Ash! All good so far, but um… I think I’m going to need some help. My boss is having a crisis, so I need to smash out some edits and new content in the next three hours, but Charlie’s due to go for a nap and you know that she -” You could feel yourself starting to sound more panicked with each word that you spoke, but Ashton quickly cut you off with his soothing voice.

“That she likes to pick a fight at nap time, yes. A truly assertive future world leader on our hands, I reckon. I’m just finishing up a demo, but I’ll be there in 20 minutes. I’ll sort dinner as well, spaghetti sound okay?” He mused, sounding as calm as ever.

“That… would be amazing. Thank you. You’re actually the best human to exist, you know that?” You gushed, feeling some of your anxiety immediately begin to disappear.

Within half an hour, Ash was in your lounge room handling Charlie’s nap time negotiations while you were furiously typing away at your laptop at the kitchen counter and fielding more frantic phone calls from your boss. Another 20 minutes passed before Ash proclaimed victory as Charlie lost her battle against sleep, and he came to see you in the kitchen and make a start on dinner. You were so lost in your task that you didn’t hear him come in, and you jumped a mile out of your seat in fright when he gently touched your shoulder in greeting.

“Jesus christ, Ash! Don’t sneak up on me like that!” You huffed, taking your glasses off and rubbing your eyes in exhaustion.

Ashton leaned on the counter opposite you and raised his eyebrows in concern. “Sorry love, didn’t realise you didn’t hear me come in. You good?”

Damn it, why was he always so nice to you these days? Remember the days when you were scared of him because he used to argue with you about politics and the state of the world? Why did those seem somehow easier because fear was more natural to you than whatever this other feeling was that you were starting to have whenever Ashton was around you.

You sighed and put your glasses back on, frowning briefly at the screen before hitting save one more time (just in case your bad luck took a turn and fucked you over with lost documents).

“Yep. Sorry. It’s just been a bit of a day. Did Charlie go down okay?” You forced a smile as you glanced up at Ashton over the top of your laptop screen.

“Yeah, she gave in once I offered another bedtime singalong. And maybe, juuuust maybe, I might have mentioned something about some sweets after dinner…” Ash looked at you guiltily, licking his lips nervously. You rolled your eyes and shook your head at him, but you couldn’t keep the small smile off your face.

Ashton got started on making spaghetti while you tapped away at your computer, and soon enough you heard Charlie calling out for Ashton in her little sing-song voice on the baby monitor you had set up on the kitchen counter (“Asht-aaaaa! Where are youuuuu! Asht-aaaaa!”). The spaghetti smelled incredible, and when Ashton brought Charlie into the kitchen from her nap and she’d had a little while to play a bit more, you settled at the kitchen table to tuck into some dinner. Well, Charlie was more interested in playing with her food than actually eating it, but yours was delicious and for the third or fourth time that day, you thanked Ash profusely for being such a gem (to which he just gave you one of those dazzling smiles in response).

After dinner, Ashton took Charlie for a bath and read her a bedtime story while you powered through the final part of the project edits you needed to finish before your boss burst a blood vessel. You could hear Ashton reading to Charlie on the baby monitor, doing all of the different character voices, and her little giggles in response were both breaking and warming your heart. Warming it with the cuteness and how much you loved that little girl and her cheeky soul, and breaking it with the guilt about how it was supposed to be you snuggled up reading to her, but instead you were frantically typing about key messages, marketing strategies and budget lines. You were doing your last section of re-writes when Ash came back into the kitchen, and this time you didn’t jump when he gently placed his hands on your shoulders. In fact, you leaned into his touch, and moaned quietly in relief as his thumbs began to work into the tension in your muscles.

“How’s it going?” Ashton asked quietly, continuing to press his hands into your back and shoulders.

“Almost there. Mostly just proof-reading now, and then I can send it and not fucking think about it for another second until at least Monday. Ash, I’m so sorry again, I know this isn’t what you had in mind for your Friday night and I should’ve been more organised but I just didn’t think that -” You began to ramble, feeling the guilt wash over you.

“Hey, hey. Stop. It’s fine. We’re a team, remember? The dynamic duo? Gotta stick together. We’ve got a whole lifetime of dealing with Charlie meltdowns and milestones ahead of us, love. It’s our job and our blessing, for the rest of forever. Don’t feel guilty over one night.” Ashton said softly, squeezing your shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. There were those butterflies again, and your skin was almost burning from where his hands had touched you. You simply nodded at his words, before returning to your laptop and the task at hand. Ashton stepped away and quietly began washing the dishes (honestly, is there anything this man didn’t do?) as you began typing again.

Finally, about twenty minutes later, you hit send on the email to your boss with the completed rewrites, and shut your laptop with a deep sense satisfaction, letting out a triumphant whisper-yell, mindful of the sleeping child down the hallway from you. Ash looked up from where he was sat on the couch, scrolling on his phone, and rushed over to high-five you when he realised that you’d shut your laptop.

“Right. You go shower and I’ll put the kettle on, then it’s one episode of Sons of Anarchy and then off to bed with you.” Ash began, tugging you out of your seat and pushing you towards your bedroom before you could protest.

“Wait… how did you know I was watching Sons of Anarchy?!” You turned and asked, with one hand on the door to your bedroom.

“I was stalking through your Netflix earlier when you were lost in editing land. Plus, I know you can’t resist a charming male lead who has a killer smile and looks damn good in a leather jacket.” Ash chuckled, shooting you a wink and one of those goddamn smiles.

You hated to admit it, but you felt so much better after your shower, and having Ash pull your feet up over his lap and absentmindedly run his hands softly across your legs from time to time wasn’t exactly bad either. You stuck to your promise of only one episode of Sons of Anarchy, and after pulling your groaning self up off the couch and jokingly half-carrying you to your bedroom door, Ashton bid you goodnight with a hug and a kiss to the forehead before disappearing into your guest room.

As you settled into your own bed, alone, and pulled the blankets up over you, you couldn’t help but think how nice it was to have Ash so present with you and with Charlie, and how sweet it would be in the morning to wake up together in the same house and go for breakfast at your favourite little brunch spot down the street, before waiting for James and Alice to return in the early afternoon. It was all your own little family unit, and as you felt yourself being lulled into sleep, you also felt a deep sense of content in your heart about the loved ones in your life. And then also there were those butterflies, just slowly but surely making their presence known, and getting a little bigger every time you thought of Ashton, and how much he loved Charlie, and how much she loved him and you, and how much you loved them both.

Shit. Did you actually love him? Were you falling in love with Ashton Irwin? Before you could panic too much, the need for sleep won out, and you slept peacefully knowing two of your favourite people were also sleeping calmly in the rooms either side of you.

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evolsinner · 3 years

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⊱┊4

i wake up and lay my hand over…over empty white sheets. ugh, he’s left again! i know he’s trying to get the private jet ready without the authorities finding out but still.

i get dressed and go into the kitchen to prepare myself some coffee. i hate coffee, but i'm trying to be an adult after all. i flip the kettle on and hoist myself up on the pristine white marble benchtop.

i think about how i'm getting to see my best friend in a few days and i'm so excited! isaac and i, we’re staying in a hotel now and we’ve been here for like 3 weeks? yet i'm practically missing everyone like it's been a century.

the kettle shuts off and it jolts me back to consciousness. when i jump down from the benchtop, i hear firm knocks on the door. it's 10 am, why's isaac back so early? plus, just use the keys?

i open the door with a sleepy slash confused smile. "hey, daddy, you're b~"

what the fuck?

“who are you?”

“daddy?” he questions, looking at me like i made a joke.

“what?”

“never mind. marie. it’s you.”

“my middle name.”

"yes, your middle name. it's nice to finally make your acquaintance."

"it’s rosé," i correct in a curt tone. “i don’t go by my middle name.”

did i really just give away my real identify. this guy could be the cop or something. gee, i’m dumb.

"however you like it," he replies nonchalantly. "may i come in?" he peers over my shoulder curiously.

"you didn't answer my question," i assert. “you are?”

"i'm a friend of...of isaac's," he forces a smile. “yeah, of isaac’s. that what you call him, right? or is it da~”

“yes, isaac!” i shut him up.

should i let him in? what if he really is a friend of isaac’s. i’ve got such bad trust issues now cause of that dickhead theo! after doubting him for a brief moment, i step aside. i close the door and turn around to see him already making himself comfortable on the white couch.

"would you like something to eat/drink?"

pls say no.

"coffee would be great, thanks."

ugh.

"milk? sugar?"

"a long black," he watches me reach for a cup from one of the white cupboards. “i don’t like sweet things,” he says with a glint in his eyes. “bitter, the better.”

wait, do i know him?

“wait, do i know you?”

“i don’t think so… this my first time meeting ya, no?”

only psychopaths drink long blacks. hmmmmm. i stare at him as he stares back. did i just let a psycho into the hotel room? but he does kinda look cute though, lol. ash brown hair and mysterious overall. i’m engaged, stop it!

"careful," he warns me from the couch, smirking.

did he just hear my thoughts? and that's when the hot water overflows out of the cup. "shit!"

the stranger chuckles quietly to himself and looks away.

i hold the kettle upright and take a quick step back. i clean the place up and finally hand him the cup. i sit down opposite him. he takes a slow sip then places the cup on the glass circle table in front of us.

he looks around the apartment with wonderment. "how much a night?"

"excuse me?..!”

"the place," he clarifies. "how much for a night is it to stay here?"

"oh... umm, i don't know. isaac actually pays for it."

"'course he does."

what's that supposed to mean?

"why are you here again? did isaac want you to tell me something?”

“right, 'isaac'," he says, not bothering to hide the contempt in his voice when he says my fiancé’s name like that. he inhales and exhales loudly, looking at me a bit too intently, "do you not recognise me at all?"

"am i supposed to?" swear i've looked into those eyes before...

“astonishing.”

then he takes his phone out and looks at the time on the lockscreen.

"i'm sorry, i didn't catch your name?" i grab his attention again and some part of me wished i hadn't.

he looks directly into my eyes, a bit stunned at my question. "kayrem."

something twitches in my brain like an itch that i can't quite scratch or a thing that you can't put your finger on. but it's there, it's familiar, only it's in hiding, hibernating. what is it? i bring my hand to my neck, squeezing tightly. it’s starting to hurt for some reason.

“neck strain?” he asks.

“no,” i put my hand down.

"ight, listen." he scoots over to me and talks to me carefully like i'm a kid. "let's look past all the small talk and get down to business. isaac has a car ready for you outside. he wants me to take you to him so you can guys can..can get away and whatever.”

"but yesterday he told me we'd have to wait a little while longer? and i still gotta meet larissa."

“larissa?”

“my friend?”

“…look, i’m only telling you what he told me. mar..rosé, plans have changed, it's today now." he stands up. "let's go, we don't wanna hold him up.”

"okay," i stand up. "let me pack a few things real quick."

"no."

"pardon me?"

"i mean, t~there's no need for that. isaac said to come as you are."

"call him," i say spontaneously. "i want to speak to him first."

a flash of surprise washes over his pale face before he quickly hides it. "he said he doesn't want to be disturbed."

"fine, then i'll call him."

i reach into my back pocket, pulling out the new phone isaac got me. i haven't even unlocked it when this guy grabs that same hand and speaks not an inch away from my face.

"let's get going now, rosé. i ain’t got the time for this shit and neither does he."

…

his ringtone breaks the sudden tension.

i automatically glance down at his phone.

on it reads, 'nicholas'.

my throat goes dry unnaturally fast. i look back into the stranger’s eyes and now i know why i've found them so familiar. it's the exact same colour as mine... he allows me to free my arm and with it i take a sudden step back.

"yeah?" he holds the phone to his ear. "she's right in front of me ... he's out ... the place is empty ... told ya i'd get the job done."

"you...you work for my dad?" i croak out.

he smiles fondly at me, still talking into the phone. "sure thing, father."

i think i've stopped breathing.

"don't worry she won't be going anywhere," he ends the call and looks at me triumphantly. "surprise, little sister. missed me?"

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