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madstwd · 2 years
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Training
Rick Grimes x F!reader
Words: 2k
Warnings: Smut, orgasm denial, slight daddy kink, mentions of death, make up sex
Season : 4
Hope you enjoy! Sorry anon for this coming out so late, i hope you like it. I’m trying to get my sleep in better shape so I can be less exhausted and post more, thank you for the continued support! - mads <3
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You weren't weak, but you weren't strong. Who thought you would have to suddenly know how to survive and fight to just stay alive. You arrived at Woodbury fairly early on, finishing Merle with his severed hand in an alleyway in Atlanta lead you to eventually meet The governor. You had worked closely with the man, almost like you felt you had a debt to repay since you had no experience really. When Woodbury fell you went with the rest of the community to the prison, the place that held the ‘bad guys’.
You got along with most of the original group, fitting in quite well. The close knitted group allowed you in fairly quickly, your offering to look after Judith helped you get close to them fairly quickly. You also helped out in farming with Rick, having just finished college before this mess started. You were a carpenter, so very handy with woodwork. The two of you built the pig pen, you even helped him catch the pigs. He grew fond of you, but always had to protect you.
“Do you think you could train me one day?” You said, wiping the sweat off your brow. Rick glanced up from the weeds he was pulling to look at you, he shrugged. “Training in what? I don't think a police degree will help much nowadays” he joked. You scoffed. “I mean just general survival or fighting. When I go out with you or anyone I'm always being protected because I can't fight”
“You can fight”
“Against walkers, not humans”
Rick sighed, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in thought of a way to get out of this. “Rick please, I don't want to be a liability anymore, I could ask Daryl or Maggie or someone else but I wanted to ask you. Please Rick” you begged. Rick turned his head back to you, his blue eyes scanning over the features of his face. “Fine, meet me at the tombs tomorrow morning”
You nodded eagerly, “thank you Rick” you concluded before turning back to the crops with a grin on your face.
You were at the tombs the next morning eager, waiting for Rick to show up. Maggie had leant you a sharpened knife before she went on guard shift after you feared Rick might not approve of the one you showed up. “Morning” you heard the man grumble as he walked down the lantern lit hallway. “Morning” you smiled. “We’re gonna do this together alright. Back to back covering blind spots. I'll keep an eye on you to give pointers if needed. This tunnel is overrun, only a few dozen alright?”
“Yep, I'll follow your lead,” you said. You watched as he pulled out keys and unlocked the door. Gripping his axe ready. The sound of the gate opening caused walkers groans to echo closer down the hallway. “Be ready alright?” he said. You nodded, knife gripped in your hand. The first two walkers appeared out of the darkness once Rick had slammed the gate shut. You watched as Rick immediately went into action, his axe landing into one head. Your knife went into the other. “Good, stay focused, it might not be 2 again” he instructed. Your eyes drifted around the surrounding area waiting for the next ones to appear and no blind spots to appear either. You worked well together, dancing around each other closer. Ricks axe swinging and your knife going in. However, what was reported as a dozen walkers, turned out to have grown overnight. The rest of the small group of them had shown up, the fighting became challenging, both of you growing tired. Thankfully unlike Rick you weren't carrying a larger weapon, one that caused more motion and strength to be able to get it in and out of walkers heads. You heard him let out a frustrated growl and the clanging of his axe dropping on the floor. Killing the walkers close to you, you then turned around to see him pressed against the wall. His body pushed away a walker that was snapping a bit too close to his face. You could see his arms shake as his strength dwindled.
“Rick!” you yelled, rushing over to him. You grabbed the walker's shoulder yanking it and spinning it so it fell on the floor in one quick motion your knife went in it's head. You barely had enough time to react before a gunshot rang and you felt blood spray up your back. You turned to see a body thud behind you. “I had it Y/n!” Rick yelled angrily. You felt him harshly grab your bicep and pull you towards the door. Once you were through he had closed it and locked it before turning to you angrily. “Do you have any idea how close that was to you?! I told you to keep your eyes open!” Rick yelled. You looked back to the area, you could vaguely see where you were knelt and where the walker had been killed. “I-I'm sorry, I just- you” the words got caught in your throat, unable to take his heated gaze you ran off. Your footsteps echoing as you make your way back to cell block C.
Thankfully it was a “day off” today, you had no farming duties today, Hershel and a few others had it handled. So you sat in your cell, reading a book that Daryl had given you a few weeks back that you hadn't finished. Your mind is distracted by Rick's outburst. Maggie had popped by offering you food and company, which you gladly took. But now it was night, everyone was either asleep or busy with their guard duties. You laid on your bunk looking at the ceiling wondering if Rick was going to avoid you for longer. That was until you heard a small tap against your cell door. “Come in” you said, sitting up to greet whoever it was. You weren't expecting the man himself. “I just want to apologise, for shouting at you”
“Apology accepted goodnight”
You heard him groan in frustration, causing the heat to rise in your cheeks from the noise.
“Can you let me explain? Please” he . You nodded, moving your legs towards your chest so he could sit. “You were right, I didn't have it, it's been a while since I've even picked up the axe or faced walkers that weren't behind the fence. I was amazed when you pulled it off me and killed it. But it soon turned to fear-”
“Rick I-”
“No stop wait-”
You nodded allowing him to continue. “I couldn't save Lori, I couldn't tell her the things I needed to tell her before she- before she died. So I'm here, I'm sorry. I yelled because the walker was so close and I didn't want to lose you too”
You watched as his gaze drifted to his worn out boots awaiting your rejection. “It was the same fear then, I didn't want to lose you either. I-I like you Rick. A lot. That's why I asked you to help me” you mumbled. The man's hand fell on your knee, diverting your attention to his face, “kiss me” you whispered. “Kiss me like you mean it”
Rick wasted no time, his body moved forward capturing your lips as his hips wormed your legs apart. Once he was comfortable you felt his hands slide under your shirt, letting him feel your soft untouched skin. You lifted your arms allowing him to take the shirt off. He deepened the kiss as his fingers worked your bra clasp. His hands stroked your shoulders as he took it off, the calloused fingers leaving goosebumps as they moved against your skin. His lips moved around your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses. He moved down towards your chest where his lips capture a nipple, sucking and nipping at it gently. Your hips grinded against his chest desperate for more friction. “Rick please, I need you. I can’t wait any longer” you begged, your hand making its way to grasp his cock through his jeans. Rick growled, “sure thing girl” he said. You watched as he unbuckled his belt, the moonlight outlining his toned arms. You began to work on your own jeans, shimmying them off leaving your entrance exposed to the open cold air. Rick smirked at the sight of your legs spread waiting for him, the moonlight shining off your dripping folds. “So pretty for me girl” he groaned. He lined his cock to the entrance, his tip gathering the wetness which he spread around himself using his thumb. You watched as pre cum started to form, mixing in with your leaking juices. You groaned as you felt him push the tip, the feeling of your folds separating as he pushed his way in. He waited, allowing you to stretch around him, barely holding himself together as he felt your velvet walls clench around him. “Rick please, move” you begged. Rick smirked, kissing your ear lobe, “of course girl”
His hips moved slowly but quickly picked up its pace. You could tell it had been a while since the man had treated his itch. All his sexual thoughts about you pouring into each thrust, “I’ve thought about this ever since you took up farming with me. Watching you in those pretty shorts bent over in front of me” he moaned. You whimpered when you felt his lips capture your nipple again, leaving hickeys around your Chest marking you. You moaned loudly when his hand started to swirl around your clit, the sensation causing you to loop your legs around his knees, lifting yourself up so he could go deeper. Rick allowed the new position, his hands supporting your back, gripping you keeping you in place as he picked up the speed. You could feel his head rub against your g-spot, his hips grinding against your clit as he thrusts. The pleasure causing your toes to curl, your hands to grip his forearms. Sweat formed over your breasts, the moonlight shining over them. The sight of you underneath him, begging for more. Gripping onto the sheets as your own body denies the orgasm. “Come on girl, let it out” he encouraged. He smirked at your struggle, watching your hips start to buck and grind against him further. “Cum all over me, be a good girl for daddy” he moaned. You whimpered, eyes screwed tight in frustration. Rick chuckled, his own orgasm coming in close. “What do you need, girl? Tell me” he whispered in your ear. You whimpered, “faster daddy please”
Rick didn't hesitate, he hoisted your legs over his shoulders. Began thrusting hard, determined for his own release after years of frustration with his dead wife, the teasing you did, the fear of losing you after growing fond of you. His dedication to give you all of him and more. You cried out, begging to grasp at his arms, your nails leaving trails as they desperately tried to grasp against him, like in this moment he was going to be taken away from you. “Rick im close”
“Who?”
“Please rick! Let me cum”
“Who?”
“Daddy please”
Rick smirked, driving his cock in and out with such force. Your orgasm came in fast, your body went numb, faltering as he drew it out. He wasn’t far behind, he pulled out, spilling his load over your sweat soaked body. Both of you laid there, catching your breaths. Watching each other's faces as you recovered.
Rick stood up, picking up a discarded t-shirt of your own to wipe up his remains. Once he finished, he laid next to you, bringing you close. You tucked your face into his neck breathing him in. “You passed your training” he chuckled. You smiled, lifting your head to kiss him, his face lit up with the moonlight as you pulled away. He smiled at you as you tucked your head back into his neck. He missed the closeness of protecting someone like he did with lori. His eyes closed as he pulled you close, exhaustion finally taking him into a pleasant sleep.
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Things I might turn into fulls fics later Pt. 2 [INCOMPLETE, read: sneak peek]
Pickpocket! Reader x Finnick Odair
So this one's, suuuuuuper short 'cause I just need to get it out of my head.
I might go back and edit it when I get a better picture of it the whole scenario I want.
Also, I was meant to finish this up and the next one, like, 3 or 4 days ago, and post then...but then... I may or may not have gotten addicted to playing Sky: Children of the Light... maybe, just maybe
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So I'm thinking...
Somehow, you've ended up as a maid for one of the Capitol families
You've got siblings back home in District 4 and you are their sole caretaker
Your parents passed away due to some sickness maybe?
"Y/N! We're leaving." You hear from the front of the house.
You scurry from the laundry room, wiping your hands on your apron and meet them at the door
"We won't be back until tomorrow night, I trust that you'll take care of the house."
Feet together, hands on top of one another on your stomach, shoulders back, head down.
Like clockwork.
Frankly, you're sick of it and if you succeed tonight, you'll never have to do it again.
You see their feet, and you can tell just from their shoes they're wearing something outrageous again.
"Farewell," You offer, "I'll see to it that everything is in order before your arrival tomorrow."
They hum and are filing out the door, which you gently shut after them.
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You've been to these kinds of parties before.
You've accompanied the family you work for to be at their beck and call.
but this time, you're by yourself, and you have one objective tonight:
meet Finnick Odair, hopefully, seduce him enough to take whatever valuables you can, and then leave
You know how to act - how to blend in and also how to disappear
Though this dress is making it difficult to do anything
it's a deep blue at the bottom and transitions into a beige colour at the top
It's poking in the wrong places, a little too tight at the ribs. Luckily the skirt is flowy
You fiddle with the long mesh sleeves. From the cuffs, it has leaves embroidered all the way up to your collarbones, down your cleavage and to the middle of your torso
You're regretting coming now because you don't see the bronze-haired, green-eyed adonis everyone has been buzzing about, men and women alike.
You huff and make your way to the bar. You give a wave of your hand to the bartender, "Anything will do." you say and he promptly begins to make you a drink.
You sit on the stool, legs crossed and your nose scrunched at the mismatching perfumes suffused in the air
I need to find someone who knows the president... You look around the room but close your eyes quickly and turn back to the bar with how glaringly they dress
If I get an... appointment with, with Finnick for tomorrow morning, I can take whatever valuables and sell them off before they return...
You've stolen before...Food mostly, but when you're in the capitol you've pinched some wallets here and there, some necklaces and bracelets too.
You've already got a few stashed away in your purse.
You sigh, who the hell in here can I talk to?! I can't just bring it up casually.
You totally could, these Capitol people are crazy
As you stew in your thoughts, you close your eyes and your thoughts shift to your siblings. Most of them weren't your siblings by blood, but they might as well be. Poor things, orphaned so young.
"What's a lovely lady like you doing alone, all the way here?"
Your head whips to the voice so quickly you think you might've heard a crack.
Before you, stands Finnick Odair, himself.
BINGO! JACKPOT! Yahtzee! Whatever! What freakin' luck!
But now, it's time to put on a show.
You give him a quick once over, spotting a necklace and ring on his pointer finger
You put on a small smirk and look at him through half-lidded eyes, "And what's a handsome man like yourself doing? Coming over here to a lonely lady like me." You purr and turn your gaze to the various drinks on the shelves of the bar.
He chuckles, "Well," He starts and takes the seat next to you, "I thought that the dress you have on looks a lot like the beach. It's beautiful."
Your eyes flick up to his, not expecting that reply, but you shake your head, I have other things to worry about. Get in and then get out, you remind yourself
"Have you ever been?" He runs his fingers through his curls, "To the beach, I mean."
"Perhaps," you reply without missing a beat.
"How secretive." He sends you a smug smirk.
"We all have secrets, don't we?" You turn to him, switching your crossed legs and drawing attention to them, "And from what I heard," You reach out and fiddle with the smooth fabric of the lapels on his suit, "You like to keep secrets."
You stand up from your seat and take a few steps so that your shoulders brush against his, "And I've got many to tell." you whisper near his ear
It wasn't entirely wrong. Working as a maid for a Capitol family, you've overheard your fair share of secrets.
You found that the Capitol citizens were quite loose-lipped.
But you didn't have much use for those secrets, nor did you have anyone to share them with.
Now you do... if he followed you out, that is.
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I really don't know if I like this one as much, but it was just something that came up in my head when I was writing my Finnick x OC fanfic
I pretty much wrote my OC's entire hunger games, mate,
so, please look forward to that instead haha ≧◡≦, although I'm still in the more final stages of planning to make sure everything correlates so it'll be a loooong while.
Have an amazing day!
Seven, Signing off :3
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Pearls & Buttons (Maedhros)
At over 7 feet tall, I am hardly the size of normal elleths. Hidden in the back of a tailor’s shop, I take life day by day, hiding from the stares that would undoubtedly follow me should I leave. That is until a certain Feanorian comes walking in.
This is slightly inspired by a head canon I read awhile ago. It was about what if the reader was the same height as Maedhros and in a relationship with him. I distinctly remember Celegorm and Curufin calling them “two trees,” but other than that, nada. If you know it, please send it to me!
Also, I wrote this a while ago, and while I don't think it's the best work, I'm going to post it anyways. Part 2 is in the works!
You need to work harder Elaryia,' Madame Lecomb chastizes me.
'That stitching has to be just perfect for our Lord's feast. Or else.'
I bend my head lower, if that's even possible, avoiding Madame Lecomb's eyes and the never ending scrutiny that comes with them.
'Yes ma'am. Of course. I'll work harder.'
'Hmmp,' she scoffs. 'You better.'
I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding as she turns around and heads back out front.
I've been working on this for hours, my fingers covered in pricks from the needle and my neck aches from bending over to look at my work. I was beginning to believe it was all worth it. The piece seemed beautiful - to me - not, by any means perfect, but beautiful.
It reminds me of myself, as much as I know Madame Lecomb would disagree. I have the beauty that comes with being one of the eldar, but my stature is what deforms my beauty in the eyes of thers, and overtime, my own. Where most elleths are tall but dainty when compared to most ellon, I am not.
At 7'3 I stand taller than most - every one that i've met at least and have been the end of countless jokes, jives, and whispers, not to mention the looks. They make my skin crawl.
All this is why you can find me here most days. Hidden in the back of Madame Lecomb's Seamstress Shop.
The garmet I'm currently working on is an gown for the Lady Nerdanel. It's a gorgeus aquamarine, embroiderd with silver thread that shimmers like a thousand moons.
Some of the designs are emphasized by hundreds of tiny pearls that I am painstakingly sewing on by hand. I'm running late. Madame Lecomb promised the lady and her family that it would be finished by tomorrow morning, and I am still hours away from completion. But I must continue on. I fear what will become of my head if Madame Lecomb comes up short with the Feanorians.
Shudering at the thought, I revert my attention back to the tiny pearls and fall into a reverie of repetition.
I work all through the night and the next morning, stoping neither for food nor rest, yet the hour comes for it to be picked up and still I have not finished. With fear in my heart I alert Madame Lecomb.
As predicted, she's furious, and insists that as it is my shortcomings that have prevented the gown from having been finished, I must be the one to break the news to whoever comes to pick it up.
I pace up and down the hallway connecting the shopfront with the back rooms where I work. I detest talking to strangers, or anyone who isn't my family really.
I know how it's going to go. The initial look of shock combined with humor they think I can't detect. It’s how everyone has always seen me. Some freak who's hopeless regarding friends or, God forbid some kind of romantic relationship. For who would want a lady who's taller than they are?
Finally, at a quarter to 10:00, the door chimes open. It can only be one person, this close to the feast Madame Lecomb's has prohibited walk in's or anyone entering who doesn't have an appointment. Wringing my hands, I walk out prepared to meet my fate. It's much worse than I thought.
It's not a servant that's come to recieve the dress, it's one of Feanorians themselves. Thankfully, it's one of the kinder ones - or so I've heard.
Maglor Feanorian stands in front of me. As expected, his eyes widen, he looks me up and down, and then, the oddest thing happens. He smiles.
That has never happened in all my years of being alive.
The staring I was prepared for, there isn't an interaction I've had where it doesn't happen, but the smile?
Clearing my throat and cutting my mind off from whatever that may mean, I politely inform him of the issue.
'Unfortunately, my lord, the gown isn't quite ready. I can have it done by tomorrow morning at the earliest. I sincerely apologize for both making you come down here and not having anything to give you.'
I'm rambling, we both know it, yet he makes no move to stop me, only smiling wider at my words. My eyes must be deceiving me. That is the only possible explanation for why Maglor Feanorian could possibly be happy to see me.
I rack my brain for why this could be, but still, I come up empty handed. We've never met, of this I am sure.
I never attend the feasts, or any outing for that matter, far too afraid of their scorching looks. Instead choosing to remain curled up at home in front of the fire next to Ada and Naneth.
Finally, my incessant chatter comes to an end, and I’m left shifting my weight from foot to foot as I wait in fear of his reaction.
'That is fine,' he states, and my mouth nearly drops open at the words. He's okay with it? There's no anger?
'Uh, um...great, that's great.' I barely stutter out a thanks as Maglor continues to smile at me, eyes twinkling like stars.
Unbeknownst to me, Maglor is ecstatic at my words. If the gown isn't ready, then that's just perfect. Perhaps it will not be him who his Naneth sends to fetch it tomorrow.
He turns to leave. There's a glint in his eyes that I cannot place, and although it doesn't look menacing, it brings butteries to my stomach.
I am sure that after this meeting something in my life will surely change.
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Ok, so this is definitely a part 1? No idea when part two will be out, but I'm working on it!
I don’t know exactly how tall Maedhros is supposed to be, so I just made a guess and went for it.
Also, I have a tag list now! If you want to be added, just let me know!
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winterbranded · 3 years
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san-fics · 2 years
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February Posting Schedule
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Hey, guys!
Here is an approximate scheme of my publications for February for Tumblr (+ incorrect quotes) and Archive.
I will be posting new chapters a week earlier on my Patreon for those who can't wait and/or wants to support my work. Some of them you can start reading right NOW.
(I'll try to finish Slowly but Surely p.12 today or tomorrow, to fulfill this promises completely, but for now you have Perfect Kiss and Lost and Found instead).
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1. Slowly But Surely, Felinette. Chapters 12-14
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2. Behind Enemy Lines, Daminette, Chapters 17-20
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3. Sexting Time (Ao3), Felinette, Chapters 7-10
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4. Perfect Kiss, Felinette, Akuma Shenanigans one-shot
Summary:
So for a while Marinette continued to kiss him back, fully convinced that she was dreaming.
Do kisses like this even happen in real life?
Then everything stopped. She opened her eyes slightly to see what was interfering with the most amazing moment of her life, and her consciousness — slowly at first, then suddenly and all at once — came back to her.
Her eyes met a pair of startled green.
Marinette pulled away sharply, parting their lips with a savory sound, and stared at an equally surprised Felix sitting next to her on the couch.
“Listen, Ladybug, I think I might...” Felix started.
“Ladybug?!” Marinette jumped up in place and raised her hands in front of her.
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5. Lost and Found, Felinette, Akuma Shenanigans two-shot
Summary:
“Which I’m not.” He protested, but didn’t remove his hand. “It’s just that I found Adrien first, and he looked completely helpless without his memories, so I couldn’t leave him like that. Then the rest of them began to appear and I just…”
“Who is Adrien?” Marinette asked.
The boy looked up at her.
“The world has really collapsed if you forgot who Adrien is.” He commented in a sarcastic tone, but there was some bitterness in it.
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6. Parallel Love, Felinette, Akuma Shenanigans, Chapter 1
Marinette turned back to the entrance and met face to face with her boyfriend, who just entered the classroom. He took a couple of steps in her direction and leaned down to her for a light greeting kiss.
Marinette smiled and instinctively closed her eyes, lifting herself up on her toes to meet him in a familiar movement.
But when their lips met, a veil that was bothering her from the very morning seemed to fall from her mind and it cleared up.
Marinette didn’t have a boyfriend. Especially not... Felix?!
Who was now staring at her with wide eyes as if the similar process of thoughts was running through his head at the same time.
“Hey, Agreste!” Familiar voice called from behind Marinette, and she turned around to see Nino, smirking at them from the front desk. “I couldn't take my eyes off my girlfriend in the first months of the relationship too, but the bell is coming soon, so get your ass over here already.”
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7. There is gonna be a new Felinette multichapter story, though I haven't decided yet, which of two. Either Dating Ladybug (with fake Felibug dating slowly becoming a real thing) or Roommates in NY (with post-Shadow Moth Aged-Up Characters who came to study in NY and end up sharing an apartment by... accident?).
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And Incorrect Quotes, of course (expect some pleasant surprises on Feb 14th)!
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Wow! That's a lot of chapters ahead of us! But with your support, I'm sure I will handle it and give you many pleasant moments!
Winter continues, but our hearts (and sometimes bodies) are getting warmer from our favorite couples.
Incorrect quotes from @san-fics
MLB/PV/Felinette/Maribat fics
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pitheinfinite · 3 years
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Downward Spiral
One of the reasons I don't post much lately is the lack of good news to share. On the bright side, the outbreak in Taiwan has been under control now, and the vaccines are rolled out gradually, thanks to the kindness help of Japan, USA, Slovakia, Lithuania and Czech republic. Both my parents, elder sister and hubby have received their first doses. None of them shows negative reaction or suffers from the side effects. As for me, I'm still waiting for vaccines other than AZ ( AZ will be a risky choice for my condition).
Then, here comes the bad news.
I lost my grandma in July. Most of her organ have degenerated dramatically for the past years, especially her brain. She can't even recognize her daughter, my mom. It really hurts to see her like this. It seems God has decided it's time for my grandpa to reunite with her after their 30+ year separation.
Wait, that's not all.
A day before my grandma's memorial service, my dad was told by the doctor that another surgery was necessary. They found another tumor in another side of his nostril. Yesterday we went to the hospital again for the MRI result. Good things was the tumor was much smaller than the last time, but...it may not be benign. Suddenly we are not so worried about the surgery, but more about the treatment after. It's seems my dad has to fight against the disease for anther round and he went completely silent after hearing the result. Tomorrow will be the Father's Day in Taiwan (August 8), and the next morning he will be admitted to the hospital.
At the moment, I have no idea how serious his condition is, or what I'm supposed to do. But I'll figure out in time. Don't worry. I just need some time to do the research.
You might be surprised, but I launched the game weeks ago. I'm currently building a house for my grandparents. In Taiwan, people use paper to make things we want to send to the deceased, like paper money, a dollhouse or a sportscar, even iPhone. My grandparents were Christian, so we don't do that in our family. But I think it should be fine if I build one for them in game? The built is far from finish and might look weird to some of you cuz its hybrid style. My grand parents grew up in Japan-ruling period and spoke fluent Japanese. My grandma used to be a member of a Nihonbuyo club. Don't be surprised if you find my built like 40% Taiwan 台+50% Japanese日+10%Christian. That's exactly my intention to be.
Hope I'll have something less negative to share in the next update. Talk soon!
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alj4890 · 2 years
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Angst/Love Prompt
"We're either going to break up or get married." as requested by @krsnlove for (Thomas Hunt x OC*Amanda)
A/N After @krsnlove posted a request of mine from long ago, I went through my folder and found this one she had sent me that I hadn't answered along with a few others 🤦🏻 Sorry M! I'll try to finish those up, LOL! But I finally had inspiration for this one you sent ages ago. I'm also borrowing a certain former crown prince for this, LOL!
@krsnlove @my-heart-beats-for-ya ​ @aworldoffandoms ​​ @flyawayboo ​​ @trappedinfandoms ​​  @sophxwithers @twinkleallnight @hopelessromantic1352
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The Assumption
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(Thomas Hunt x OC*Amanda) in A Choices: The Royal Romance/Royal Heir/Red Carpet Diaries Fan Fic.
Hollywood...
"Cut!" Thomas yelled out.
He gathered up his notes while his cast waited on his direction.
"We'll stop for today. Everyone meet back tomorrow. 8 a.m. sharp."
"Before you leave," Holly paused beside him, "I have your messages."
He rolled his eyes over those from the studio. Then he paused at the last one.
"Amanda called?" He slipped his phone out of his pocket. "Why didn't she call me? Why call the studio?"
Holly averted her eyes. "Maybe she wasn't thinking."
"What did she say?" He flipped the note over to see nothing but blank paper. "Is she still coming this weekend?"
"I, um," Holly searched for an escape, "I don't think so."
Thomas blinked. "You don't think so? What did she say?"
"Well," Holly hedged. "She um said she was um--"
"Stop umming!" Thomas snapped. "What did she say?"
"That she's in New York and that if you want to see her then you have to fly out there." Holly swallowed. "Otherwise, she wouldn't be seeing you anytime soon."
His eyes widened.
Thomas knew he had been spoiled with how Amanda did her best to work around his schedule these past eight months. She was the one who usually did most of the traveling to be wherever he was. He'd been her date at a few court events in Cordonia and had escorted her to the last few weddings.
Yet, this past month he had very little contact with her. Their conversations were short on the phone. She seemed distant, distracted.
He should have pressed for an explanation.
Having overheard the whole exchange and unable to keep her opinion to herself, Addsion sidled up next to him.
"Maybe she's tired of waiting."
"Waiting?" Thomas narrowed his eyes. "Waiting on what?
"Thomas, she's a noble. She is supposed to marry and have a couple of heirs." Addison pointed out. "You've seen how fast courtships turn into weddings over there. I think that last wedding you attended was decided on after three weeks of dating."
"How long have you two been together?" Holly asked.
"Nearly a year." He replied. His brow furrowed in thought. "Amanda's never..."
"She never what?" Addison asked.
He shook his head. Thomas didn't want to explain to them that Amanda had never once spoken of marriage or the need to get married before. "I'll see you in the morning." He swiped up his bag on the way out the door.
Once alone in his car, he called Amanda.
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New York City, a week earlier...
"I hate to say this, and I do beg your pardon," Amanda clutched handfuls of her hair while facing her laptop. "But King Fredrick of Oskal is a stubborn ass."
Regina's calm demeanor broke out into a huge smile. "My dear, you should have met his father. Now there was an Oskalan goat if ever I saw one."
Her laughter brought out Amanda's.
The young duchess shook her head. "I had no idea that you and Liam dealt with people like this so often."
The queen mother shrugged delicately. "I would like to say it gets easier over time but I can't." Her smile turned warm. "I know these last couple of months have been difficult handling these on your own, so I've found someone to help you deal with the goat king and other diplomats."
A knock on Amanda's door had her jerking around in surprise.
Regina watched from her screen to see Leo walk through the suite's door.
"I heard there was a lady in distress." He flashed his charming smile. "I'm here for whatever you need."
Amanda threw her arms around his neck and hugged the former crown prince.
With frustrated tears in her eyes, she smiled up at him.
"My hero."
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Present night, New York...
Leo slipped his hands in his pockets while watching Amanda finish getting ready for the evening.
"Pearls or diamonds?" She held up two necklaces.
"Diamonds." He walked over to help her fasten the clasp. "So..."
"So?"
"Fredrick issued you another marriage offer."
Amanda huffed. "I don't know why. I've never encouraged him nor shown any interest."
"It's your refusal to back down during negotiations." Leo explained. "He finds that very attractive."
Amanda rolled her eyes. "The last thing I want is to be married to a man like that."
Leo grinned at her. "You'd be queen. And you'd be in the right position to give Cordonia all it needs."
"First off, I've never had any desire to be a ruler of any nation. Second, I hate negotiating. The only reason I'm doing this is because there is no one else to help Regina. Third, I--well, I have Thomas."
Leo merely lifted an eyebrow.
"What?" She asked.
"Look," Leo ran a hand through his hair. "I know it's not my place to say this, nor can I really judge after my own track record."
Amanda folded her arms.
"You know I've known Thomas for years." His bright blue eyes met her hazel. "And he isn't exactly a man looking to settle down."
"Oh." She lowered her eyes.
"I'm not saying he won't ever marry." Leo quickly spoke up. "Just that, he really enjoys being a bachelor." He leaned down to try and see how she was taking this. "Amanda?"
Her shoulders straightened. "We should go. King Fredrick will take it as an insult if we're late."
Leo took her hand and placed it in the bend of his arm. "I know I'm not your usual partner in these meetings," he gently squeezed her hand, "but I think we make a pretty good team."
Amanda laughed. "I suppose we do. It is nice to have you here watching my back." Her smile dimmed. "I'm so happy that everyone is newly married, starting a family, or about to get married. But..."
"But you wish they could be here." He finished for her.
"I do." They stepped into the elevator. "I didn't realize how selfish I am until now."
Leo rubbed the back of his neck. "Liam has always been better than me at these events. I think I quit worrying about my lack of finesse once I saw how good he was at negotiating."
Amanda nodded. "I did the same thing."
Leo patted her hand in commiseration as they watched the elevator numbers drop.
"You think we'll hear soon that he and Riley are finally pregnant?"
"The way my brother adores his wife and wishes to do his duty, I expect to hear news any minute."
"Me too." Amanda murmured.
Between Liam and Riley needing to be under as little stress as possible, Drake and Olivia's honeymoon, Hana's upcoming wedding, and Maxwell's whirlwind engagement; she was the only one free to come to New York and deal with multiple rulers and diplomats. Even Penelope had a wedding to plan.
Amanda grimaced. She was the only one she knew from home who was simply spinning her wheels, personally speaking. She wasn't moving forward. She wanted to. She wanted to be married and planning a future with children.
But she wanted it with a man who had not once hinted on where their relationship was going.
Perhaps it is partly my own fault. I've never told him what I want or expect.
"Ready duchess?" Leo whispered once they were outside one of the hotel's ballrooms.
"No." She smiled up at him. "But when have I ever been good with timing?"
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Hollywood...
Thomas paced while waiting on a response. The calls he made went unanswered. The voicemails went by without a word. Even the texts that he loathed to send were left unread.
He didn't think Amanda was the kind to simply cut him out of her life with no explanation. But these actions...
It was time to think seriously about what he wanted.
"We're either going to break up or get married." He said to his empty home.
The thought of breaking up with her was unacceptable, so much so that the thought of marriage wasn't as cringe worthy as it once was.
"So it's marriage then." He told himself.
The more he thought about it, the more he liked the notion. He did want her a part of everything he did. He loved having her by his side for award ceremonies and premiers. He did not like it when she had to find someone else to escort her to her court functions that he couldn't attend.
If we were married, then there would be no worries over those anymore.
He was in love with her. He knew that he was shortly after they began dating. He cared for her more than he had any previous woman he had been with.
There really is no reason to continue to simply date.
If only she would return his calls. He checked the time once more.
Midnight. Which means it is 3 a.m. in New York. She should be back in her room by now!
He swiped up his phone and called her again.
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4:30 a.m. New York City...
"Night." Amanda slurred as she kicked off her shoes.
She waved goodbye to a tipsy Leo then locked her door.
The Oskal king insisted on ending his ball with multiple toasts in the old style. Kegs of his country's whiskey were brought around for the hours of speeches. He eyed Leo and Amanda, making certain they downed their drinks each time a toast was finished.
After the third one, Amanda nearly gagged. She'd never been a heavy drinker and this insistence that she honor a man who she couldn't stand's country by downing shots seemed ridiculous. It was also not worth it.
By the end of the night, the king was proposing they make an alliance with Cordonia through their marriage.
"You," he tried to lean casually toward her yet in his inebriated state, he ended up pinning her to the wall with his body, "are what *hic* what my grandmother wanted me *hic* to marry."
Amanda tried to push him off. Her hair was in her eyes as she slid sideways. "You *hic* are what my *hic* my *hic* my uncle *hic*," she fell into a chair, "told me to say nnnnooooo."
Leo stumbled over. "Fredrick, this is the bestest," he threw an arm around the king's shoulders, "party I've been to."
He tried to focus on Amanda's attempt to sit up straight. "The little duchess can't do what we can." He loudly whispered.
"True." Fredrick held his hand out to her. "G'night, your grace."
He bowed low, intending to kiss her hand but fell forward.
Amanda struggled out from under him. "Good *hic* night."
"Grand party." Leo told the guards that came to help their king. "See you later Freddy!"
The pair managed to return to their rooms with little trouble.
"'Member," Leo wagged a finger at her, "aspirin and fluids."
"Aspids and fluprin." Amanda mumbled.
"Good girl." Leo saluted her from his door. "Night Mandy."
Her nose wrinkled over that hated nickname as she returned his good night.
Once her shoes were kicked across the room and she somehow shimmied out of her dress, she noticed her cell phone on an end table.
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She tried to focus on the number of messages she had received. The letters were swirling around and around, making her dizzy. Tossing the phone aside, she swayed her way to her bedroom and decided to deal with that in the morning.
A few hours later, Hollywood...
"Tell everyone to enjoy a long weekend." Thomas glanced over his shoulder at his pilot waving him on. "Go ahead and push the schedule back another week too."
"Where are you going?" Holly asked.
"New York." He hung up before she could question him further.
A night of no contact from Amanda had shaken him enough to prod him into action. He was determined to settle what they were once and for all.
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New York, early evening...
A hellacious hangover struck hard when Amanda first opened her eyes. Her queasy stomach refused to allow her to rest anymore once 8 a.m. rolled around. Each time she heaved over the toilet, she cursed King Fredrick and his potent whiskey.
Leo suffered just as much and hurried over once he knew he wouldn't throw up all over her. Together, they spent the morning and afternoon trying to clean what had to be poison out of their bodies and nap as much as possible.
"I'd say we should hit a sauna but the way you keep getting sick," Leo shook his head, "it might make you worse."
"I think I'm feeling better." She said from under her ice pack.
"Good enough for tonight's cocktail party that Oskal's ambassador is hosting for his king?" He asked.
Amanda would have shuddered if she had not been worried about what the movement would do to her tender stomach.
"Do we have to go to that?" She asked.
"Yes." Leo groaned. "Regina insisted we leave a good impression on them since they are leaving tomorrow."
She pulled the ice pack down over her eyes.
"You know, if you would abdicate your duchy," he teased, "we could make a mad dash for somewhere without diplomats and nobles."
"We could?"
"With my years of experience escaping Bastien, they'll never find us." He boasted. "How do you feel about one of the islands off of Australia? I've been wanting to visit Fitzroy Island." His lips curved as he settled back in his chair. "Sea turtles, snorkeling along the Great Barrier Reef, beautiful beach to lay on. What do you think?"
"Sounds very tempting." She pushed the ice pack up to grin at him. "I'll think about it."
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Bar Sixty-Five, after dinner...
"Bet that island offer is sounding better now." Leo whispered.
"It did until I realized I'd be stuck with you." Amanda teased. "Besides, one more night won't kill us."
"If you say so." He slipped his hands in his pockets. "So what now, duchess?"
"We better mingle and be seen." She muttered.
"I'll take the bar." He winked at her. "You can hide outside from Freddy."
She laughed and gently squeezed his arm. "Thanks."
He summoned his most charming smile and called out a greeting to the Oskal ambassador's wife. Amanda took his advice and slipped outside to the balcony.
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An hour later...
Thomas never really appreciated what his famous name was capable of until tonight. He had spent a couple of hours charming the information out of the St Regis Hotel manager for not only Amanda's room number but also her schedule for the evening.
Hinting that the reason for his surprise visit was of a romantic nature had the manager eager to assist him in any capacity he needed. Not only did the manager summon a private car for him, he somehow managed to add Thomas to the ambassador's guest list.
Now he only needed to find Amanda in this crowd.
"Thomas?"
"Leo?" He held his hand out to shake the former prince's hand. "I didn't know you were in the country."
"I'm here on official Cordonian business." Leo explained. "Regina sent me to help Amanda deal with some pushy monarchs. We need the King of Oskal to honor the trade agreements his father made with mine."
"Oh?" Thomas scanned the room. "I didn't know she was having to work on things like that."
"Normally Liam and Riley would be the ones here." Leo took a sip of his cocktail. "But with them minding the doctor about eliminating stress while trying to create an heir and everyone else in wedded bliss or near to it, Amanda was the only one free."
"I see." Thomas muttered. "Is she here?"
"Outside." Leo gestured toward a balcony door. "Probably deciding whether or not jumping to her death is preferable to listening to another marriage proposal."
"What?" Thomas jerked around towards him. "A marriage proposal? From whom?"
"The king of Oskal himself." Leo grinned over the jealousy flooding the director's features. "He's been proposing all week."
"Doesn't he know she is in a relationship? With me?"
"King Fredrick doesn't really see you as a hinderance." Leo needled. "He told me that if it was really serious between you and Amanda, then you'd leave your mark."
"My mark?" Thomas shook his head. "Never mind. I don't want to know."
Without another word, he went outside.
Leo moved over to a window so he could see what would happen next.
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"You look beautiful tonight, my lady." Fredrick tucked a lock of Amanda's hair behind her ear.
She took a step away from him. "Thank you."
"The Oskal's opals will look beautiful with your skin." He moved closer to her. "Your crown will have--"
"King Fredrick," Amanda interrupted, "I am grateful that you signed the trade agreement. It will mean so much to King Liam that he can continue to depend upon your friendship."
"He can express his gratitude at our wedding." Fredrick waved his hand dismissively. "We will hold the ceremony in--"
"I'm not going to marry you." Amanda whispered harshly.
He smiled. "You have no other offers for your hand, do you?"
She bristled over that slight insult. It was true, but who wanted something like that pointed out?
"Since you have no one else wanting to marry you, then you will marry me." He added. "This is how most marriages in Oskal come about. Men tell the women to come to the church and they do."
"That is not how marriages happen in Cordonia!" Amanda snapped. "We are asked if we want to." Her eyes narrowed. "And even if you asked me, I would have to say no."
"I hope that would be your answer."
Amanda and Fredrick turned to see Thomas standing there beside them.
Without giving her a chance to snap out of her shock over seeing him, Thomas stepped forward and swept Amanda into a deep kiss.
Fredrick began to bluster about this man interrupting his own proposal. He searched about for his guards.
Leo swooped in before he could issue an order, handed the king a drink, and then guided him away from the couple still kissing.
"Freddy, did I ever tell you about the time I used a skateboard to escape a volcano?" The former crown prince's voice trailed off as he and Fredrick returned inside.
Amanda broke away from Thomas. "I can't believe you're really here!" She hugged him tight. "When I left my message with Holly, I knew we most likely weren't going to be able to see each other. All these meetings of mine." She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I thought you were filming this month."
"I am." He kept her in his arms. "But I needed to see you."
"You have no idea how much I've needed you this past month." She pulled out of his arms when she noticed all the murmurs and stares they were receiving. "Let's go someplace we can talk."
She slipped her hand in the bend of his arm and guided him back toward the elevator.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
"Let's go back to my hotel." She leaned against his side when his arm wrapped around her waist. "I've never been more tired of socializing than I am right now."
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Back at the St. Regis Hotel...
"At last." She slipped her shoes off before collapsing on the sofa.
Amanda noticed Thomas's slight frown as he stood before her.
"Won't you sit down?" She patted the spot next to her.
He hesitated. "We need to talk."
She stilled. Her sweet smile disappeared in a flash over that statement being said in such a serious tone of voice.
"We do?" She lowered her eyes to her clasped hands in her lap. "What do you wish to discuss?"
"Us." He slipped his hands in his pant's pockets.
Grasping the velvet box he set it down in her lap.
Amanda's head shot up. "What is this?"
"Open it." He urged.
Biting down on her lower lip, she slowly cracked open the box.
"Thomas!" She looked up at him. "Is this what I think it is?"
"If you are thinking engagement ring, then you are correct." He replied.
She picked the ring up and admired it. "It's beautiful."
His lips curved some. "I think it would look even better on your finger."
She slipped it on, watching the play of light upon the diamonds.
"I see I was right." He sat down next to her.
"I don't mean to criticize," she teased, "but usually there is a declaration or some sort of question asked along with these types of rings."
"From what Leo told me and the little bit I witnessed of you and that king," he grumbled, "you've had several proposals already." He took her hand and pressed a kiss to it. "So, allow me a moment to tell you what I hope."
Amanda turned more towards him. She squeezed his hand in encouragement.
"I love you." Thomas captured her lips in a heated kiss. "When I was unable to get in touch with you recently, I realized that I never want to lose you. I want you by my side in all I do and hopefully you will allow me by yours in every endeavor you attempt."
He pressed her hand to his cheek as he met her steady gaze. "I want to marry you."
"I want to marry you too." She grasped his tie and tugged him close for a kiss.
"I'm glad that's settled." He kept her within his arms. "I don't want to ever walk up and here another man proposing to you." His frown reappeared. "After not hearing from you and then seeing that, I assumed you had tired of waiting on me to do something about our future."
"Not at all." She snuggled closer into his embrace. "Don't get me wrong. I'm thrilled you realize you want to marry me, but that wasn't the reason for my lack of communication." She gestured over to a desk where stacks of paper were set. "I've been too tired between those and all the parties and meetings I've had to take part in."
"How much longer do you have to remain here?" He asked, gently rubbing her back.
"Another week." Her nose wrinkled over the thought. "Then I have to present all of it to the Council back home."
"I see." His arms tightened around her. "How long will that take?"
"A week. Two at the most." She looked up at him. "Then after checking on my duchy, which might be another week in itself, I can come see you."
Another month apart.
He didn't particularly like that thought but knew there was little they could do about it. He had to finish filming and she had to complete this mission for the Crown.
"Thomas?" Her brow furrowed over his continued silence. "Is something wrong?"
He shook his head. "Do you want to plan a big wedding?"
If she did then he knew it would be months before they could finally be permanently together.
"Not really." She rested her head upon his shoulder. "Something small and intimate would suit me."
"I can't wait." She pressed a tender kiss to his lips.
His frown eased hearing that. Something small could be planned and prepared quickly.
"When you come to California, we'll plan for a small ceremony."
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It Takes A Village Chapter 10
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Chris Evans X Pregnant!Daughter!Reader
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Series summary: You find out that your pregnant. After being kicked out of your mom's house you go to live full time with your Dad who you only saw once every few months. Will he react badly to you being a mom at such a young age?  
Chapter Summary: you announce your pregnancy on Instagram and start rethinking everything.
Series Warnings: swearing, fighting with a parent, teen pregnancy, speak of abortion.
Chapter Warnings: teen pregnancy mentions puking
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You had been on the couch watching Peter pan but now your morning sickness kicked in. You were home from school today due to it being a half-day, your dad was at the store. So you were home alone and throwing up in the toilet with Dodger staring at you concerned while he whimpered. Once you were done you washed your face and brushed your teeth before you went back to the couch to finish the movie. After you posted the photo showing you were home there were rumors as to why. A few gruesome ones, like your mom died, (in all different ways) and a few normal less gruesome ones, such as your dad was able to get full custody of you.You ignored them you were planning on sharing the real reason tomorrow.
"Sweet-pea! I'm home!" You heard your dad say when he entered the house a few bags of groceries in his hands.
"Hey dad!" You said looking over the couch to look at him.
"Hey you okay? Seeing all those rumors?" He asked from the kitchen as he began putting everything away. You got up and walked in.
"Yeah haven't been on social media much since I got out of school I've been watching movies. And I think I have some baby names." You told him excitedly as you began to help him.
"What happened to not picking a names until you knew the genders?" He asked smirking at you.
"Don't worry one of them are after you." You said. He looked at you smiling silently begging you to continue. "No! You don't get to know! But I'll tell you the middle name ideas I have." You said.
"Continue." He smiled at you.
"Okay, so Christopher and Scott are the middle names if I have boys." You said continuing putting away the groceries.
"Okay what about the girl names?" He asked.
"Maxine, and of course the basic white girl middle name of Anne." You said giggling.
"Basic white girl name?" He shook his head at you but you could see the small smile on his face. "The other one is cute though." He said.
"I know!" You told him smiling.
"And Scott will also be happy will one of those names... He's been telling me how you were definitely going to name your baby after him." He explained, you giggled.
"Because I already told him." You said giggling.
"Sweet-pea how could you tell him first! I'm your dad!" He feigned offense before you both laughed. "But really those are great middle names. Especially the first one you said." He smirked at you. "Okay I'm going to make dinner you can get a movie set up for us to watch okay Bubba?" He asked.
"Okay. What movie?" You asked him.
"You pick bubba." You nodded leaving the kitchen Dodger following.
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You stood in front of the mirror looking down at you baby bump, phone in hand. Unbeknownst to your dad you were doing this. He was outside with Dodger and you told him you were doing your homework. Of course he'd know that was a lie once this photo goes around. You faced your camera to the mirror the bump was clear from your side you took the photo. You went onto Instagram, a bunch of notifications from your last post filing in. You clicked the new post, you picked your photo before writing a brief caption that said:
"As my last post has cause many questions maybe this with clear some things up. Two new Evans are due in November. I prefer not to go into detail about anything about me being home or about the babies or their father, I just prefer the media and my dad's fans stay out of it. I hope you all can respect that."
You hesitated reading over the caption as many times as possible. Before setting your phone down not posting the picture. You sighed sitting on your bed. You looked back at your phone grabbing it and turning the comments for the post off before quickly clicking it then going down stairs and outside where Chris sat.
"Dad I posted a photo of my baby bump everyone knows." You sat next him sighing. He looked down at you. He pulled you into his side giving you a reassuring smile.
"I told you not to post anything bubs." He mumbled. "Has anyone said anything yet?"
"I turned the comments off..." You mumbled into his shirt.
"That was a good idea. You gotta show me how to do that Bubba." He leaned over kissing the top of your head.
You giggled. "Okay old man." His phone dinged and he looked at it and sighed.
"Well your post is getting attention. Sebastian and Mackie and asking if it's true." He showed you his phone.
"Ooh call'em I want to say hi." You sat up leaning your head on his shoulder. He chuckled shaking his head before face timing them.
"Hey lil Evans!" Mackie said seeing you. "Are you pulling a late April fools prank or was that post real?" He asked.
"It was real... I forgot you guys follow me." You said.
"Your gonna be mom aren't you like 10?" Sebastian asked, slightly teasingly. "Wait... We're you not gonna tell us if we didn't see that post?"
"I'm 15. And before you ask any questions about the babies, I'm having twins, the dad knows, he doesn't want them, I'm 12 weeks along I don't know the genders, and... I think that's all.. Oh and that's why I live with dad, and no I'd tell you eventually, probably next time I saw you and you met the babies." You rambled.
"Who is the dad?" Sebastian asked.
"Jake." You mumbled.
"And your good with this? Two new babies in your house?" Anthony asked Chris.
"We already talked 4 weeks ago when I found out." Chris said.
"You've known for four weeks and didn't tell us Y/n I thought I was your favorite uncle?" Sebastian pouted at you thought the screen.
"Hey I thought I was your favorite uncle!" Anthony said.
"Why do I need to have a favorite?"
"I'll be the babies favorite uncle." Anthony said
"With all of the people I've told about the babies you guys are definitely the most chill about it." You muttered before looking at your phone eyes widening at how many people have already liked the post already. And the press was probably already writing about it.
"Okay bye guys we'll talk to you later." Your dad said before hanging up the face time.
"I think I made a mistake I shouldn't have posted it, dad!! I shouldn't even be a mom now I'm putting my kids into the media! Dad, I had the privilege of not being in the media often since I lived in texas no one is gonna go there and try to take photos rednecks would shoot em! My kids have to live where ever you are because I'm a minor! I'm so dumb! I should've kept it a secret." You rested your head on his shoulder as you rambled. He sighed not knowing how to calm you down so he just looked down at you rubbing your shoulder. "Oh not to mention what is someone from town sees that! They'll all know and show Jake or mom! My kids won't even have their father! Only a mom. I can't take care of the babies I can't even drive! What am I going to do take them to school on a bicycle?" Your rambling continued.
"Bubba... You'll be able to drive when they start going to school besides you have me. Don't worry about town. Or the press." He said. To be honest those were thought he's been having it was why he didn't want you to tell the press. You grew up in a small town in texas with a whole bunch of rednecks even if the paparazzi found out where you lived the town would've chased them away, not because they liked you but because rednecks are crazy. If you still lived there press would be a lot less of a problem. And for the whole, your kids won't have a father thing he knew even if their dad wouldn't be there he would be the best male role model he can for them. But he also noticed that if you weren't at school or work you were always busying your mind, with homework or reading you barely read before. He could only assume it was because of the breakup and being kicked out. Just a way for you not to think of them. Dodger ran over licking your hand as you continued your rant to your dad.
"Shh, bubba." He cooed softly as your rant ended. "I told you, you're not going to be alone. I'll be there to help you the whole way."
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HOLY HELLO Sketchy friends, followers, and fans! It's that time again, time for...
SHIPPY SATURDAY!
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That's right, it's FINALLY the last Saturday of the month... and I've decided it's high time our Quotable prompt evolved into a Dialog prompt! This is gonna work a lot like previous Quote prompts, but with an extra twist, so please make sure you read the guidelines for a valid request before sending in!
ONWARDS!
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The COUPLE you'd like me to sketch up ---- OC? Heck yes! Canon? Hell yeah! All characters welcome, so long as they're from Fallout ---- OC x OC? Cool! Canon x Canon? SWEET! OC x Canon? DAMN RIGHT.
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Hokay? HOKAY! With all of that out of the way, let's get onto the dialog snippets! These are taken from various things I enjoy, as well as some of my own work. These quotes have been modified to gender neutral pronouns, to remove most proper nouns, and for brevity.
[ Some of these quotes have multiple speakers! That will be shown like this! "Speaker A" -- "Speaker B" ]
"Yeah, well, I'm a victim of circumstance" -- "... I thought you called it your pecker."
"Here, you look cold."
"You are so lucky I love you." -- "Damn right."
"You know the routine." -- "Yeah! WE do all the work, YOU get all the credit!"
"I want you with me, but... I'm scared." -- "Trust me. Trust me to take care of myself." -- "I trust you, it's the rest of the world I'm terrified of!"
"No breakfast?" -- "I did it yesterday-- bologna and beans, it's your turn." -- "No... It was eggs. I did eggs... over easy." -- "The hell you did! Bologna and beans, it's your turn!"
"I like the kind of person who can handle themselves... think on their feet."
"So you were ahead of me." -- "I don't know about ahead, but I've been behind you ever since you fried those mannequins."
"Don't make me say it out loud..." -- "... I can say it first, if that'll help."
"Nooooooope... five more minutes." -- "We were together all night." -- "Didn't count... I was sleepin'."
"Well, this is very serious" -- "IT IS!" -- "You, you destroyed a door." -- "Colonel, we're talking about a test on an armored vehicle, that will carry people into combat." -- "Right, but this door is property of--" -- "The shell barely penetrated the door." -- "okay, but now it's all bent out of shape. How are you gonna get it back on its hinges?" -- "I'LL BUY THE ARMY A NEW GODDAMN DOOR!"
"Sorry, I thought... I thought you were trying to buy something I'm not selling."
"I'm busy." -- "Too busy to look up?"
"You can't kill people just because you don't agree with them." -- "You see, that was the ONE point me and the doctors could never agree upon."
"Would you ever consider having a drink with an enlisted solider?" -- "Depends... does the enlisted soldier think I need one?" -- "What are they gonna do? Kick you out?"
"Thanks" -- "No problem, anytime."
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up-- one day it's gonna happen to you. Someday someone is gonna ask you, who is it? And a face is gonna jump to the front of your mind, and it's gonna completely sandbag you... I can't wait to watch!"
[to a peacefully sleeping person ] -- "Good moring, Mx. ___, this is your wake-up call. Please move your ass."
"I say we run for it" -- "Running isn't a plan, runnin's what you do when a plan fails!"
"... Normal Illinois, is that on the map?" -- "Yes, Sergeant, it is." -- "... is it normal in Normal?" -- "... Uneventful, I think, is the word."
"Now-- how many brahmin does it take to make a stampede? Is it like... three or more? Is there a minimum speed?" -- "Wish a stampede up your ass."
"I don't mind being a secret of yours."
[Right after THE BIG FUCKING KISS] ".... let's not make it a year before the next one, okay?"
"If we were serious about money, we'd quit being hired hands--" -- "Handymen! We are han-dee-men." -- "Oh whatever! We'd quit this and go find some real money."
"Please... don't go where I can't follow."
"Alone is fine! I can do alone, it's worrying after them that's got me all wound up!" -- "Have you considered that's because alone is NOT FINE and you don't wanna do it anymore?" -- "---!!"
"This is not the first time you've been here." -- "We've been down this road before, that is correct." -- "Several times, in fact." -- "I hadn't been keeping count."
"And you must be ___, I've heard all about you." -- "I deny everything."
"First time I saw you? I thought to myself, that's the kind of person BRICK WALLS jump outta the way of." -- "Figured you'd be safer behind me rather than in front of me?" -- "Damn right."
"Just keep looking at that beautiful sky; that's the sky that'll be over our roof when we're done." -- "What if we don't finish the roof? Then we can look at the sky all the time."
"Yeah, well... maybe a friend is what I need right now."
"Next thing you know the Feds will be at our door; Sorry, time to move out, Eminent Domain." -- "Down honey, down."
"Even a heat-seeking missile can miss a target." -- "... you taped so many hot-plates to the test target you could fry an egg at 20 feet, and it STILL missed by a mile."
"My dear, my darling, love of my life...." -- "What do you want?"
"What I mean to say is... you make here a better place to be. For me. Easier. Does that make sense?"
"Calm down, you make it sound like a war." -- "What do you people have against being prepared?!"
"This is not just a report, it's a deadly weapon." -- "Sir, an M-16 is a deadly weapon. A report is just a pile of paper, unless you plan to inflict a lot of extremely vicious paper cuts."
"Stupid son of a bitch, knocked himself out cold..." -- "Cold my ass, he's dead."
"Y'know, in baseball, a guy who hits .400 is consider pretty damn great." -- "In baseball the losing team isn't killed by their opponents."
"Hey... I love you. Did I tell you that today?"
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babylove176 · 3 years
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Little miss perfect
Santana x reader
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So this could turn into a series if you guys like this. This is inspired by the song little miss perfect
(She/ her pronouns)
TW: minor homophobia
Song lyrics are in orange
Thoughts are in italics
Straight hair, straight A's, straight forward
Straight path,
I don't cut corners
I make a point to be on time
Head of the student council
I don't black out at parties
I jam to Paul McCartney
If you ask me how I'm doing
I'll say...
Well, hmm
It's hard being Valerie Hummel. She's "little miss perfect" head cheerleader, on the honor roll, perfect singer, head of the student council.  She was everything everyone wanted to be.  She has a few close friends, they go by the unholy trinity.  That includes Brittany, Quinn, and Santana.  The last one is Valerie’s closest friend.  They constantly hangout and constantly goof off with each other.  With all of this, Valerie still feels like she's missing something. 
My parents spoiled me rotten
Often I ask myself, "What did I do?"
To get as far as I've gotten
Considering what Valerie’s life could've been like, bullied, abused, mistreated, she feels very lucky.  Unfortunately her brother couldn't say the same.  He , and many of his friends, were constantly bullied by Valerie’s friends.  She turns a blind eye to it and once in a while will ask why they do that, but they say "because he's a fag," and walk away.  Mistreating her brother like that makes her feel really terrible, but Santana is always there to make her feel better and help Kurt out after his attacks.
A pretty girl walks by my locker
My heart gives a flutter
But I don't dare utter a word
'Cause that would be absurd behaviour
For little miss perfect
"Hey Val! Ya miss me?" Santana yelled while passing Valerie’s locker.  With that the girl felt butterflies.  If only Santana knew.  She would never like me if I acted on it.  She'd think I'm a freak. 
"Hey Santa, of course I missed you I mean we were apart for an hour!" Valerie responds with a dramatic gasp. 
"We'll come on we have Cheerios practice.  If coach Sylvester finds us late I'll be tortured for an hour!" The Latina drags her best friend down the hall with her.
"Why won't I get tortured too?" Valerie asks with mock sadness.
"Because you're little miss perfect now hurry your perfect ass up!" Santana responds while booping the porcelain girl's nose.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
No, I can't risk falling off my throne
Valerie wanted so badly to grab Santana and kiss her passionately, but that would be social suicide for both girls. 
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Love is something I don't even know
Valerie’s only ever had one boyfriend, and now he's her step brother.  So how could she conclude she liked girls.  She's never sexually touched a girl, never kissed a girl, nothing.  She had no idea what she was doing.
Straight hair
Everyone wanted to look like Valerie
Straight A's
Everyone wanted to be as smart as Valerie
Straight forward
Everyone wanted Valerie’s confidence
Straight girl
Everyone liked that Valerie liked ONLY boys
Little miss perfect
That's me
Valerie wasn't the little miss perfect everyone thought she was.
One night my friend stayed over
After Cheerios practice, the girls all went to the showers. 
"Hey Val.  You busy tonight?" Her best friend asked
"Nah, why you want to come over?"
"Of course.  I'll be over at...6?"
"Perfect see you then."
We laughed, and drank and ordered
Something about her drew me in
What? It's totally platonic
At 6, as promised, Santana pulled into the drive way.
"Hey girl missed you so much!" Valerie responded.
"Oh what it's only been a few hours."
"Oh now you don't miss me?" Both girls laugh at this.  Santana had brought her bag to the Hummel girl’s room.
"Hey I brought something special for tonight..." Santana said while pulling out some alcohol.
"SATANA!  WE ARE TOO YOUNG" the “perfect” girl screams, "plus my family is here," she says quieter.
"Oh relax your whole family is out, besides your nerdy brother... sorry,"
"Fine.  But if I drink you're paying for the pizza." Valerie snaps, but takes a swig of Santana's drink.  While Santana is on the phone, Valerie can't help but stare at the gorgeous girl in front of her.  It's not weird to think my best friend is pretty.  I'm sure Santana also thinks I'm pretty. The girl thought. 
That night was so exciting
Her smirks were so enticing
Hours speed by like seconds
Then, what happens is iconic
Both girls were a little drunk when the food arrived, so they made Kurt open the door and pay the pizza man.  Both girls continued to play around in their drunken state, but Valerie couldn't help but notice Santana's smirks.  I've only ever seen her give the looks to boys rigjt before she asked them out. Valerie thought, but shook that out.  Eventually the girls calmed down a little, mostly because Kurt yelled at them, and decided to go back to Valerie’s room. 
"Woah!" Valerie yelled
"What!"
"It's 12! It feels like you just got here," to which Santana nodded in agreement.
She takes a sip, I bite my lip
"Pass me the beer," Santana demands.
Valerie hands it over and watches as Santana took a big gulp. That was hot she thought she while bitting her lip.
She tells a joke, I nearly choke
"Did you see Rachel Berry's new video?" Santana asked out of the blue.
"No.  Was it bad?" Valerie asked while taking a sip of her beer
"She sounded fine, but her outfit.  Ugh.  She looked like her blind grandma dressed her." She says laughing.
This makes Valerie gasp and start to choke on her drink.  This makes Santana only laugh harder, which makes Valerie try to laugh harder (which makes her only choke more).  By time this finished, but girls were a mess...
She braids my hair, I sit there
Blacking out for the first time
"I want to try this hairstyle on you I think it would look good," Santana says while showing Valerie the picture of a fishtail braid on her phone.
"Oh ok."
With that the Latina got to work on the porcelain girls hair.  Valerie trying not to think about how close the two girls were.  This ultimately fails and she starts to pass out from happiness and anxiety for what she was about to do...
Next thing I know I lose control
I finally kiss her
Valerie couldn't control herself.  The alcohol, the adrenaline, the fact that their faces were inches apart.  Little miss perfect snapped.  She did what she wanted to do for months.  She looked at Santana and slowly brought her lips to the other girls.  At first Santana gasped from shock, but she slowly got into the kiss.  Eventually the two girls were making out completely.  It would've turned to more...
but oh no
I see a face in my window
The girls heard a little knock coming from the window.  They both snapped their heads up to see Jacob Ben Israel filming them making out. 
"Post that and I will go all Lima heights on your ass!" Santana screamed.
"Oh I'm sorry, but news is news.  It airs tomorrow morning." He replies and runs away laughing, but both girls distantly hear, “who would’ve thought Valerie Hummel and Santana Lopez were secret lesbian lovers? I’m sure Valerie gets it from her fag brother, but Santana?”
Santana was about to run after him until Kurt ran into the room seeing his sister crying and one of the most popular girls at school yelling out a window.
"What the hell happened!" Kurt yelled while walking to his sister to comfort her.
"That little Jewish twerp came and filmed Val and I kissing," when she saw Kurts confused face she replied with, "oh you didkt tell him you were-"
"-Kurt" Valerie interrupted, "Santana and I just kissed because I like her.  I said it.  I like girls."   This caused Santana to say a quick "me too" before Kurt looked at them in pity. 
"Well I'm afraid tjay when that tape goes out, it might not be pretty.  People will look at you different trust me.  I've felt that my whole life.  You'll get used to it I promise.  Everyone who throws hate at you will end up working for you one day," Kurt says with a chuckle. "I love both of you and support this all the way.  Many others won't, but you have a whole community backing you both up. Somedays people will just suck, but you’ll get through it. You’re both some of the strongest people I know.” Kurt says while walking out the room.
————————the following Monday————————
The video of Valerie and her girlfriend had been out for two days now.  Did some people drop them? Yes.  Did it hurt? A lot.  Do they still have many in their corner? Hell yes. Kurt, and most of their other friends, Valerie’s family (and some of Santana’s), and the glee club are always there. when Valerie had a slushee thrown at her, or when former little miss perfect and Santana got bombarded by guys to kiss in front of them, even just when they can't handle the stress people give them for their sexuality.  Valerie couldn't wish for a better girlfriend, and Santana felt the same way.
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dreki · 2 years
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How do you keep up with tdptober prompts to finish and post them (more or less) on time?
I wanted to post (for the first time ever) drawing for the "human" prompt that was precisely one week ago, but I still haven't finished it 😢 I don't even know if I should post it once I finish it, or wait for next year's tdptober
Hi there anon!
I'd say you should definitely post your piece once it's finished, even if it's late or if October is over! People will enjoy looking at your art regardless of when you post. 😊
To answer your question, I opted to not do the entire list because I know I can't manage it, time and energy-wise.
I pick the prompts that inspire me the most and try not to be too ambitious or perfectionistic -- for example, I'm extremely slow with coloring, so I often keep things in greyscale. Or, on some days, if I really want to draw something but have little time, I'll just draw a bunch of quick sketches.
(I still often misjudge the actual time I need to draw something and often end up finishing it the following morning, though. 😅)
I also "recycle" some stuff -- for instance, before drawing my piece for day 21 (Ez and Callum), I needed to get familiar with their faces, so I drew a bunch of sketches -- I reused the Callum ones for day 22 and will post the Ez ones tomorrow.
But most importantly, like any art challenge, try to see it as an incentive to draw and share art, but don't worry if you post late or miss some days!
Drawing one piece a day is definitely not easy, nor is it for everyone, but art challenges are meant to be fun, so don't be afraid to adapt things to your liking, needs, skillset or situation. 😊
To be honest, I see this challenge as an encouragement to draw more, and if it inspires you to make one artwork in the entire month, that's still one more piece of art in the world and that counts as a win!
Good luck and sorry this got a bit long!
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avungerthatgotaway · 3 years
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Baby it's the Sign of the Times
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Eyoo guyzz! This is a new oneshot, I hope you like this❄ I'm currently rewriting my Hawkeye fic, so I'm not gonna post that one for a little. This one is a bit longer than my previous ones.
I totally recommend you to listen to this song while reading, even if you're not a fan of Harry's. It will really help the mood.
I don't own anything, even tho I'd like to have a few... choice words with Russo brothers about endgame...👍🏼🤔
Warnings: none
Summary: events when Peggy dies, mainly before Steve goes to London, and you comfort him. (I know it's stupid summary, but I don't want to spoil it, sorry)
Genre: angst
I don't mention civil war at all. No other avengers are at Peggy's funeral. There are no romantical pairings, and Sharon is not mentioned cuz she doesn't fit in the storylineeee.
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She's gone.
In her sleep.
This words crushed Steve inside. He knew this was coming, but he'd never be ready for it, no matter what.
When he came from ice, he met her again. He knew they could never be together. No matter his actual age, Steve still had a full life in front of him. Unfortunately, same couldn't be told for Peggy.
Oh Peggy... She was always his ray of sunshine. Even through darkest of days. It is a cliché, but she was.
Was.
She is gone now.
Why did she have to go? Why didn't he get to spend a life with her? Steve's biggest wish was, and always will be, to spend a happy life with her. He didn't want any of this famous captain shit. He wanted a house in a village and 2 kids with Peggy. And a little dog. Or they'd be of service, and fight next to each other. Nevermind, Steve wanted a life with Peggy. For them to watch each other go grey. Maybe he could've been there for her as a husband now, through her sickness. Or maybe he'd be the one to go first. But still, that'd be a life...
One tear slipped down his rosy cheek, the other one following. Soon he had tearstains on his cheeks, but he didn't care. It was a silent cry. Those carry the most pain.
"Eyo, capsicle! You good there?" Tony snapped him outta his thoughts. Steve forgot the whole team was in the room. Fortunately, he was turned, so they were facing his back. He just couldn't talk to anyone right now.
"Yea yea, I'm good. I gotta go." he quickly got up and exited the room. He climbed up the stairs 2 more floors, but his toughts started haunting him again.
He's going on a plane tomorrow morning to say goodbye for the last time. Oh God, even thinking of a last time kills Steve inside. It's pretty late, but he didn't know what to do until morning. Sleeping wasn't an option, he knew that much. He gave in to overthinking again.
Of Peggy. Of her life. Of what could've happened if he didn't freeze...
"Just stop your crying, it's a sign of the times..."
"...welcome to the final show..."
"...I hope you're wearing your best clothes..."
Steve heard a silent piano in the background, and he heard an angelic voice. He still had tearstained cheeks, but he needed to hear what the voice had to say.
"...you can't bribe the door on your way to the sky..."
He was still clutching his cellphone in his hand, while following the voice. He came in front of Y/N's room. Y/N was a 16 year old avenger. She was very mature and wise for her age.
Her door was opened, and he just leaned against the doorframe, listening to her beautiful voice.
"...if we never learn, we been here before..."
"... why are we always stuck and running from the bullets..."
"...they told me that the end is near..."
Steve was crying a river at this point, and he didn't care. First shock was wearing out, and silent cries became little sobs. Yet, not loud enough for Y/N to hear.
"...just stop your crying, baby it'll be alright..."
"...we got to get away..."
She played final chords on piano, and then she turned around.
2nd person POV
You were singing "Sign of the times" and playing your piano. You loved this song. It was helping you relax, the melody was perfect. During the few last, silent piano chords, you tought you heard something. You softly finished and turned around. It was Steve.
But not the Steve you knew. This one had red puffy eyes, swollen from crying. He was sobbing quietly, trying to stop the sobs, but he couldn't.
You slowly came up to him, like to a wounded animal. He was just so hurt, you could see it in his eyes. You felt bad for him, but you wanted to know what happened. Who could hurt Stevie so badly.
"What happened, Big Guy?" you asked him. Steve just kept on sobbing even harder.
You moved him a little, so he was in your room, and you closed the door. You lead him to your bed, and sit on it, next to him. He was clutching his phone tightly in his hand, so you lifted his hand and gently tried to take it. He wouldn't let it go. You don't wanna pressure him, but whatever is on that phone is causing him this much distress.
"Stevie, cmon big babe" you cooed and rubbed the back of his hand with your thumbs. It may sound strange so someone, but Stevie really was like a big baby, so fluffy and vunerable inside.
He gave in and the phone just slipped from his hand in yours. You read the text and everyting was clear right away. You knew he went to visit Peggy in hospital, you didn't know she was this bad. I mean, Steve and you were close, but still that's too personal. You felt sooo sorry for him. He didn't deserve it. Not now. Not ever.
"Ohh, I'm so sorry Stevie..."
You immidiately hugged him close to you. He burried his head in your shoulder and neck, crying his eyes out, but at the same time trying not to cry. At least not to sob.
"Stevie, bear, it's okay to cry. Just let it all out."
That was all he needed. He started crying and sobbing uncontrollably, and your shirt was soaked in his tears. You didn't mind it tho, if it'll help him to feel better afterwards, he can cry as much as he needs.
After some time he lifted his head and looked into your eyes with his puffy baby blues.
"I'm sorry, Flower, I-I ju-ust can't believe s-s-she's go-one-e" he was still crying. You could see how much Peggy meant to him. You hugged him again, tugging at his hair softly to comfort him.
"Hey, hey no need to apologise Stevie. You cry yourself out, it'll help you. I'm here for you, Bear."
"T-tha-ank you. A-and and please... ca-can you-u not tell a-anyone about he-er ye-et..."
"Shhhh, Bear, I won't tell anyone about her. You wait until you're ready." you whispered.
You understood him. Not everyone in the team knew Peggy existed. And now telling them that she died, and what happened with them would be too much for Steve.
"T-thanks"
"Shhh, it's okay, it's okay." you whispered. You whispered to soothe him, you didn't know what to do when someone's loved one dies. But you wanted to be there for Steve so badly. Little did you know that what you did was just perfect for Steve.
-
Steve at first felt ashamed, because he cried in front of Y/N. But she talked just enough, whispering soothingly. He didn't have streinght to act like a big guy anymore. He craved comfort so badly, and he got it from Y/N. It felt nice.
-
Back to 2nd person POV
Something was bothering you. Steve didn't want anyone to know about Peggy's death which meant he was probably going to funeral alone. You didn't want that for him. At least he needed someone to be with afterwards. You knew Steve and how sensitive he was. You didn't want to think of things going through his head while he's alone after funeral. But if it was in London, as you tought it was, you had a plan.
"Stevie?" you said quietly playing with his hair a little.
"Mhm?" he asked, face still in your shoulder.
"When is Peggy's funeral? Is anyone going with you?" you asked. He lifted his head a little.
"T-tomorrow. L-london. And no. It's too much-h t-trouble for anyone. And I know it is Y/N, do-don't try to o--object" he smiled through his tears. You smiled back at him, your own eyes glistening with tears a little, but you didn't want him to notice.
He burried his head in your shoulder and neck again, like it was his safeplace, and he just cried. You couldn't imagine where those tears come from.
You softly stroked his short blonde locks, and started singing.
"Just stop your crying, it's the sign of the times...
...welcome to the final show
...I hope you're wearing your best clothes..."
Half into the song, you felt more weight on your shoulder. You looked down, and realised Steve fell asleep. You pressed one kiss to his temple, and moved him, so he was lying in your bed.
"Good night, Stevie Bear." you whispered.
-
When you exited your room quietly, you immediately called your best friend, Jon.
It was 2am, but you and Jon were just the best friends, you could call him whenever, and other way around.
Him and his family were going to London, and he invited you to go with them. You declined the offer, because you had to study so. so. much. But this was way more important.
"Heey, Jonny. Is that London offer still on?
Great. When are you going?
Ohhh, in 2 hours?
Yea, I'll be there. Thanks
And by the way, I'll have somewhere to go to tomorrow, around 4pm, I hope you guys don't mind.
Ohh cool. Thank you bruhhhh. Byee"
Great news. They still had a plain ticked to spare, and they'll pick you up soon.
You quickly packed your stuff, careful not to wake up Stevie. Poor baby. With everything he's been through, and now his Peggy dies...
You tell JARVIS to tell Tony you're in your friends house, and to wake up Steve 'round 6am. His flight was in 7. You knew this, and which Church it was in at what time because you did a little research. Aka, asked JARVIS for help. AI already heard everything, so it wasn't news.
You left the tower and went to meet up with Jon and his family.
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Steve woke up by alarm ringing at 6am. He immediately realised he's not in his room. He was in Y/N's. And then he remembered how you comforted him. He was so thankful for you. Even though, you weren't here, and it was confusing. You probably went to sleep on the couch, or in some other room, and Steve felt bad about it. He quickly got ready, and tried to find you, so he could get you back to your bed. Fortunately JARVIS easened his search.
"Mr. Rogers, ms. L/N went on a trip with her friend a few hours ago."
"Oh. Thanks JARVIS." Steve said, and left the building. You didn't mention any trips, but then again, you two didn't talk anything except Peggy tonight.
-
(timeskip to Peggy's funeral, cuz no one wants to listen about the trip now)
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3rd person POV
It's so devastating to attend a funeral on your own.
Even more so if it's a funeral of your lost loved one.
Maybe Steve should've brought someone with him. For comfort. At least to feel the familiar presence. He carried Peggy's coffin, and it was enough to make him feel empty and sad. It was nearing to the end of funeral, and Steve didn't want to be alone. He wanted comfort. Like when Y/N comforted him last night.
After the ceremony ended, he stayed behind a little. He craved someone's presence. Anyone familiar. And then he felt a smal hand on his shoulder. He turned around, and it was Y/N. At first, he tought he was hallucinating. But her petite hand on his shoulder felt so real. He felt so grateful for this small human being at the moment, he just wanted to thank God over and over for having her with him.
"Y/N, Flower, what are you doing here?" he asked, still in shock.
"Hey Bear. I figured out you could use some company after the funeral. But if you wanna be alone, I understand, I'll go."
"No no, I mean, if you can stay, it would mean a world to me. You really know me better than I know myself sometimes Y/N. Thank you so much, Flower." he said, and immediately came for a hug. You hugged back, of course.
"I'll stay for as long as you want, Bear. I'm here for you, as long as you want me to stay."
"I want you to stay forever kiddo" he mumbed in your hair.
"Forever it is."
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sery-chan-13 · 3 years
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Games
Chapter 7 to '100 Promises'
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Warnings: Swearing, violence, bullying, blood, I think that's it, but as always feel free to tell me if I missed any.
"I finally got contact lenses. I think they'll be better than my glasses. I mean, yeah, I'll probably still use them, but it's... nevermind, what do you think?" He rambled, a dorky smile on his face. "If it'll make you happy, then you look great," you said, smiling, honestly meaning your words. "I'm asking for your opinion woman, stop giving me the 'if it makes you happy' bullshit. Give me your opinion," he stated, shaking your shoulders."It looks good! I'm not used to seeing you without your glasses, but you look good!" You laughed, your words coming out in a vibrato of sorts from him shaking you. "I'm glad you think so."
"Dear gods my hair is getting long..." he muttered, running his hands through his hair, staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. "I think it looks good," you commented, passing by the bathroom with a laundry basket. "Really? I think I kind of like it too..."
"And how much does it hurt?" He questioned. "Not that much, or so I've heard. Plus, we're getting it at the same time, so... no backing out, or I'll cut your hair," you threatened, your hold on his hand tightening a bit. "No, don't you dare. And I won't back out," he said as you dragged him into the shop. (The fact I've been threatened with that-)
"I somehow can't believe we looked like that!" You laughed, pointing at the photo on your phone. It was from high school, and you were both laughing at how dorky you both looked. "Oh gods... actually, I was kind of hot," you said, giggling a bit. "Have we really changed that much?" Niragi questioned. "Well, let's see," you said, opening the camera and telling Niragi to get into frame. He did so, and you both stuck out your tongues, the matching piercings glinting in the light. You snapped the photo, and put it side by side the one from high school. "Wow... that's a big difference, holy shit," he laughed. You snickered, and posted side by side comparison of the the photos. "Yeah. Huge difference."
"Hatter would like to see you... Alone."
You looked back at Ann, and nodded, getting up. "If she's going, I'm going with," Niragi said, getting up himself. "He said he wants to speak to (Y/N) alone. Respect to rules for once please," Ann chided, as you walked to her side. Niragi laughed, finishing with a smirk, "And since when do I listen to the rules?"
You looked back at him with a proud, yet embarrassed face. Definitely not the same Niragi from back in the real world. He was more confident than you last remembered, that was for sure. "Dude, I'll be totally fine. The least they could do is kill me," you said, a bit to nonchalantly for his tastes. "That seems like a worse case scenario, but ok." he responded, "I'm still going with you." "No, you're not. Look, I'll be fine ok? Just wait outside the door," you suggested. He scoffed, but nodded nontheless. Ann stayed quiet, watching this exchange. 'So... is that all it takes to convince him? Really? All we needed was this girl?' Were her thoughts.
"Oh good, you're here!" Hatter exclaimed as soon as you walked in. Ann stayed outside, and shut the doors behind you. You nodded. Was he happy or just extremely charismatic? You didn't know, but whatever it was, it was nice. It made you feel like you were talking to someone you knew. Like the pleasant ladies from your apartment complex. "Well, what do you want to talk about?"
"Where are we?" You asked as you got off the train. "I don't know. Just took a random train. You said you wanted another adventure," he replied. You gasped. "Niragi Suguru, you did not," you said, grabbing onto his hand to make sure you didn't lose him in the large crowd. "I did. And what of it?" He asked, dragging you out. "Oh my gods... Excuse me, sorry to bother you, but which city are we in?" You asked one of the people who worked there. They smiled and answered with, "Shinjuku. Are you lost?"  You shook your head. "No, we'll be fine. Thank you very much!" You said. Niragi dragged you to the exit. "I don't look presentable to be in Shinjuku right now, Niragi," you said, hiding your face. "You always look nice though. And it's called opportunity. I took it, and now we're here. So, let's take advantage of this, yeah?"
Hatter sat you down. "From what Ann and Aguni reported back to me, you're a quick thinker. Great shot apparently. They were both very impressed," he started. You smiled. "I'm honored they felt that way," you said. Hatter chuckled. "Well, Ann said you'd do well in either position of a militant or an executive. And it's just your luck the precious person who held number 7 recently... died. The games, obviously. Before you came here, actually. Maybe it was a sign it was meant to be yours. And, since you've proven yourself useful, I think it's a good idea," Hatter said, rambling a bit. "That's a bit too high for me, isn't it?" You questioned. You had just gotten here, you couldn't possibly be up that high already. "Uh... no. It's not. So, as of today, you shall be a militant," he said dramatically. You laughed, thanking him as he gave you a wristband with the number seven written on the blue tag. You slipped it on your wrist. "Oh, and just so you know, Aguni will most likely take you under his wing. The militants are mostly guys, so be careful. And... uh... your friend can help you find everything. He'll also show you to your new room. That is all. Goodbye now," he said cheerfully. You smiled brightly, thanking him.
You opened the door to leave, seeing Niragi leaning on the wall across the door. You smiled, closing the door softly behind you. "I'm back," you said. He nodded, "I can see that." "Can you really? You have your contact lenses?" You asked, skeptical. He nodded his head. "Surprisingly," he added. "Hmm... and for how many more days do you have them?" You questioned as he led you through the hotel. "Well, I've been in the borderland about 2 and a half weeks-"
"Woah, hold up... you'd been gone for six months up in the real world-"
"Well, I'm starting to think time runs differently in both places. Because no way in hell have I been here 6 months."
"Ok... continue on."
You two talked about whatever came to mind just like you used to. It was like you never skipped a beat. He lead you down into where they kept the weapons. "Only milatants and Hatter are allowed down here. This is the basement, and also where we keep the weapons. So, take your pick," he said, a smirk on his face. "You're a bit to proud of this aren't you?" You asked, looking over the different weapons. "Maybe," he responded. You didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking, you could just hear it in his voice. You picked out a knife that had a strap around. You also picked up a riffle similar to Niragi's, and turned to face him. "Ok, I'm good," you said. "Tomorrow, the militants are heading out on a supply run. Which means you now too. You can wear actual clothes now, isn't that fun?" He joked. You rolled your eyes shoving him playfully. He ran his tongue over his teeth. "That's really how you want to play, huh (L/N)?" He asked. You could hear the tone behind his words. The tone that meant run or your fucked, because whatever game he's scheming will end with you caught. It was quite normal for you two. Playing games with each other was a hobby back in the real world. Didn't matter how childish or immature they were. "Ouch, my last name? That hurts... Suguru." (Is that his last name or his first name? I don't know, I've been treating it as his last name, but I'm probably wrong) You giggled, running off. There was probably tons of places to hide inside the basement, and probably even more places throughout the beach.
"How was last night? Did you have fun?" He teased as soon as you woke up. You rolled your eyes. "Don't even talk to me about last night. Another disappointment," you groaned, rubbing your eyes. "Damn. That bad, huh?" He said, handing you a mug with coffee in it. You took a sip, and smiled. Perfect... He always made really good coffee, and it impressed you. "Yeah... definitely that bad. I heard him leave this morning, let's hope he never comes back," you said. Niragi laughed, taking a sip of his own coffee. The sunlight came in through the sliding glass door of your apartment.  The sky was painted with pinks and purples. Gold dusted the clouds as the sun touched them. It was perfectly picturesque. "One day, we won't have to live in a sucky apartment building, you know? I promise you that one day we'll have... I don't know where do you want to live?" He asked you. You both walked over to the couch, sitting next to eachother. "I don't know... I'd go anywhere as long as I can still have my best friend with me.''
"Come on out, (Y/N). I'll find you sooner or later. We need sleep," he shouted. You stifled a laugh, and crouched down, sneaking around. You could see him looking around for you. You moved backwards, bumping into someone. You slowly turned around. It was the guys Niragi had introduced as 'Last Boss'.
Throughout the day, you had actually had the opportunity to talk to him a bit. More like you talked, while he observed you, occasionally making a sound of sorts to show you he was listening. He'd also answered your questions, so you thought he wouldnt be that bad. You made the quiet signal, putting a finger to your lips. He looked down quizzically. "Playing a game. Can't let him find me. Wanna join?" You whispered to the mysterious man. He nodded slightly, still a bit confused. "Ok, the objective is to not get caught by Niragi. He doesn't know you're playing yet, so I'll figure something out... oh, I got it! You go hide," you whisper shouted, shooing him off. He went to go hide, and you climbed to the top of one of the darker places. "A new player has joined in. One seeker, two hiders!" You shouted. You heard Niragi laugh. "Dumbass! You're letting me know where you are!"  You smirked. That's what you wanted him to think.
"Oh nice! You got his glasses that's 20 points!" The boys shouted. You struggled to get out of the ropes tied your hands together. You heard Niragi groan, and looked up, seeing him on the floor, blood dripping from his nose. "Niragi!" You shouted in worry. He looked over at you, before one of the guys kicked his face into the ground. You struggled against the ropes the boys had tied around your wrist. It dug into your skin, you could feel the skin being rubbed raw from how much you had struggled against them ."So useless without eachother, huh?" One of them taunted. "Stop hurting him!" You yelled, squirming. "Oh? Would you rather we harm you then? You were always such a pretty girl... to bad you decided to defend him," the leader of their little group said, kneeling in front of you. "I don't give a damn if you hurt me. Stop hurting him!' You shouted. "(Y-y/N), don't," Niragi said, before one of the bullies kicked him in the stomach. He winced in pain, screwing his eyes shut. "Stop it! He didn't do anything to you!" You screamed, struggling even more, the ropes creating rope burn on your skin. "It's not a vengeance thing. It's fun," the leader said, grabbing your chin, making you look up at him. You glared at him in disgust, wanting so badly to just hit him, or spit on him in the moment. But you didn't. You didn't because you knew if you did either you or Niragi would get hurt. More likely Niragi, since they knew he was your weakness. "Just like it's fun making girls like you submit," he added with a smirk. "Don't you dare hurt her! Hurt me all you want, but don't touch her!" Niragi yelled. There was confidence in his words, but you also knew how scared he was. You could see it on his face. "That sounds boring though. What if we just make both of you our little puppets for the night, have you both put on a show?'' One of the guys snickered. This was followed by a chorus of 'not a bad idea' and 'sounds interesting.' You looked at Niragi, fear written all over your face.
You ran quietly, and quickly, knowing he could catch up to you. You looked around the dimly lit basement, and saw the exist to go up. Your eyes caught a flash of movement, and someone grabbed you, putting a hand over your mouth. You were shocked at first, going to scream bloody murder, before seeing it was Last Boss. He let you go, and you took a breath. "Oh my gods... dude that was scary," you whispered. He shrugged. "I have a place we can hide. I don't think he's smart enough to find it," He suggested, nodding his head over to Niragi. You stifled a laugh, and nodded, letting him lead you.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N), are you alright?" He worriedly asked, checked on you. You hissed in pain when his hands went over the bruises. "I'm sorry. This is all my fault, if I hadn't-" he started, blaming himself. You grabbed shoulders, and shook your head. "It's not your fault... it's ok," you said, sitting up. The gravel under you poked at the skin exposed from your school skirt. "I-its not ok!" He shouted. "It's... it's not ok. You shouldn't have- I could've-" he started, pulling at his hair. "Niragi. It's not your fault. You didn't... you didn't hurt me," you said, your voice calming. You grabbed his hands, pulling them towards you. You were just kids. Fucking 16 years old(not exactly a kid, but whatever), you shouldn't have to go through this stuff. No kid should. "I should be comforting you, yet here you are, making me feel better. Stop it, you're the one who-"
"Niragi, it happened to both of us. Stop acting like you're ok too."
"But- I'm supposed to... I-"
"Shut up, and come here."
He sighed, sitting besides you. You pulled his head into your lap, and he sighed. "Stop taking care of me. Stop hanging out with me, because you're the one who ends up getting hurt because of me. Please," he pleaded as you ran your fingers through his hair. "No," you responded. "(Y/N), stop being so stubborn! Please, just... just listen to me!" He shouted. You flinched at the sudden loudness. "I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you," he apologized, noticing when you flinched. You sighed, leaning back on the concrete wall. You muttered back something along the lines of him not having to apologize. You heard thunder, and saw a flash of lightning. "It's going to rain, we should go home," Niragi said. "Don't wanna... let's stay here?" You muttered, watching the sun get covered by the clouds. You were under a bridge, so you at least had coverage. He looked up at you, and nodded. "Ok. We can," he whispered. The raindrops began to splatter on the ground outside the coverage of the bridge, and you sighed in happiness. Niragi sat up, bringing you close to him. The smell of rain filled your senses, and you couldn't help but enjoy the moment, even if you had been in emotional and physical pain before. Being there helped numb it for a while. Being with him helped numb the feeling.
"Alright... if I were (Y/N)... where would I go?" Niragi muttered to himself, walking around. It was too quiet. You weren't a quiet person unless need be, and if he remembers correctly, which he does, you had a losing streak in hide and seek since high school. You were too giggly to hide in silence, or maybe you got scared by being alone in the dark to long. Whatever it had been, you had a losing streak for almost 8 years. That was not about to change, not if he had a say in it. A part of him said he was not acting like himself, and that playing this with you was childish. Especially in the borderlands. He knew he would have to find you either way, so he stopped caring. He remembered what she had said. A new player has joined in. One seeker, two hiders! 'Ok, process of elimination....'
"So, given the fact Chishiya isn't allowed down here, I think I know who she's with, and where she is. Let's see if I'm right.''
This was more memories than actual current events... oh well- hope you enjoyed, have a wonderful day/night, baii!! Oh yeah, just because this is the only place people have a problem with me posting Niragi stuff, if you don't like it, the block button is right there, don't send me death threats or tell me to go kms. Thank you
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Coffee House Dreams
Luke Hemmings Imagine
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Aurora sighed as she blew a golden blonde curl from her line of vision once again, her fingers lightly pressing against the piano keys while trying to find the right sound. The small coffee shoppe nestled in one of the side streets of London, where her sister worked tirelessly, bustled with life, the strong scent of espresso overwhelming her senses with every inhale.
She was here almost everyday since she couldn't afford a piano this nice at home, knew most of the customers by name, and she always enjoyed a classic, sweet, vanilla cappuccino after a long day at Uni.
Aurora was a simple girl who loved the sight of rain droplets on rose petals, the sound of the ocean waves crashing against the shore at night, and the scent of espresso as she played the piano. She loved the color red, especially her crimson colored scrunchie that currently tied her mess of golden curls up, and she found unkind people to be the scum of the earth.
She also found the mysterious blonde haired, blue eyed boy that hid his face being a pair of sunglasses and a steaming caramel latte to be the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen. He had started coming in just in the past week, but Aurora found his Australian accent positively enchanting and the dimples that appeared when he smiled made her slam her fingers down on the keys of the piano the first time she saw them, causing a loud crash of discord to sound through the small shoppe and for her to duck her blushing face when he whipped around confused.
He sat perched at the window seat across the way and Aurora noticed how he had a blueberry muffin as well today, his fingers picking at the treat as he watched the raindrops rolls down the clear glass beside him.
He looked sad today, Aurora noticed, the corner of his lips turned downwards and he anxiously fidgeted every few minutes, scratching his temple with his sweater paw.
Now, noticing she was staring like a crazy person, Aurora clears her throat, turning her attention back to the keys and the song she was trying to figure out.
Well the sky is finally open, the rain and wind stopped blowin'
But you're stuck out in the same old storm again
The notes just don't sound as perfect as she wanted and she tries again in another key.
You hold tight to your umbrella, well, darlin' I'm just tryin' to tell ya
That there's always been a rainbow hangin' over your head
She groans to herself, placing her head down on the polished wood, frustrated that she couldn't even get the cords right to her own song.
"That's a beautiful song. Have you tried it starting out in 'G' though?"
She gasps in shock, jumping backwards, her sheet music flying everywhere, and she nearly falls off the piano stool as she hears the accented voice of the mysterious boy who loved caramel lattes right beside her.
He looks mortified at her reaction, his bright blue eyes that were no longer covered by sunglasses were wide and his long arms were out like he was about to catch her before she hit the ground.
"Whoa! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you," he says but it's all muffled as Aurora stares up at him in shock and wonder.
This mysterious boy wasn't so mysterious after all. He was Luke freaking Hemmings from her old favorite band, 5 Seconds of Summer. She had been staring at Luke Hemmings like a certified freak for over a week now and didn't notice. She really needed to get more sleep.
"It's fine. Everything is fine. Just startled me is all. First, you're way over there and now, you're all the way over here. You must have some long legs on you," she mumbles frantically like a crazy person, picking up her sheet music and as she finishes her sentence, her eyes trail from his torso, down his long legs, and to his feet that were awkwardly doing this thing where they turned into one another. "I rest my case."
He laughs lightly at that and her eyebrows raise when he rests his latte cup on top of the piano as if he was staying awhile.
"Sorry, I tend to creep up on people without them noticing. I'm Luke, by the way," he reaches out his hand for her to shake and Aurora smiles at the sight of his red gel fingernails, her favorite color.
"Aurora... I love the red," she says, earning a brilliant beam from him with a hint of a blush. He mumbles a 'thank you' quietly, tucking a wild blonde curl behind his ear sheepishly.
"You come in here a lot. Do you live close by or something?" He asks, taking a sip of his hot drink as she assorts her music once more.
"Are you stalking me, Luke?" She smirks as he nearly chokes on his drink and starts to fumble over his words.
"N-No! No, I just hear you play every time I come in. It's quite nice and it's a small... it's a small shoppe. Oh, god... Please don't think I'm a psycho stalker," he winces behind his cup, knowing his previous words made him sound like a creep.
"I'm just kidding," she giggles with a mischievous grin, finding his nervousness to be quite funny. "It's a small and quiet coffee house. Not many new people come in, so you're a sight for sore eyes, for sure."
She furrows her brows as he doesn't really reply to her statement, looking back at the door as it chimes, lips bitten harshly by his front teeth. He looks disappointed as Andrew, the local dog walker who liked a double fudge hot cocoa after a long morning of trudging along behind a sweet saint bernard, two huskies that were brothers, Mrs. Henderson's prize winning poodle, and a teacup yorkie that had a bite of a lion, walked in.
"Waiting for someone?" She asked quietly, trying to be gentle as his face is crestfallen after checking the time.
"Uh.." he runs his hand through his curls, tugging at the roots anxiously for a moment before turning back to her. "My girlfriend. She... We've been fighting a lot recently, but she was supposed to meet me an hour ago to talk some stuff out."
Sierra Deaton, Luke's girlfriend, was a sweet girl from what Aurora observed from the tweets and Instagram posts, but every relationship had its downfalls.
"Maybe she's stuck in traffic. You know how London is," she once again tries to be gentle with his feelings and her heart aches just a bit when she sees his deep frown.
"Yeah... Maybe it's just London." He hides his upset eyes by a fake smile and Aurora finds it upsetting at just how good he seemed at that specific action; hiding his true feelings.
"Fuck," he suddenly curses, looking frantic for a second as he starts collecting all of his belongings.
"What's wrong?" Aurora asks, his nervousness making her anxiety spike.
"I'm late for rehearsal. Shit! I completely forgot," he shoves his phone in his pocket and shoots back the rest of his latte quickly. "It was so nice finally meeting you! Um, I'll probably see you tomorrow! Try starting the song out in G!" As quick as he stumbles out his words, he is out of the shoppe and Aurora watches in hazy confusion as he speed walks past the window, tugging at his hair nervously again.
"That boy is going to go bald one day if he keeps that up," she mumbles, turning back to her piano and feeling a bit confused and star struck by her encounter.
"What boy?" She hears her sister ask as she walks around the corner, taking Luke's empty mug from off the piano and placing it in the dirty dish tray she had rested on her hip.
"Just a boy, Cece," she smiles up at her older sister who looked disheveled after a long shift. "Damn, you look rough."
Celestia rolls her eyes playfully at her little sister, reaching up to maintain her jet black hair that was nothing like her sister's. You would have never have known that they were related if you had set your eyes on the curly blonde haired, green eyed, shy girl and the older, upbeat girl with obsidian hair and bright, blue eyes. "Want another cappuccino?" She asks, earning a grin and a nod from Aurora as she walks away.
Looking down at the ivory keys, Aurora hums to herself as she hovers her fingers over the 'G' key. Beginning to play the song, she can't help but grin and scribble down notes inside her tattered song journal. Maybe Luke knew what he was talking about after all.
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The sun is dimly shining the next morning and Aurora inhales the smell of wet asphalt after the night full of rain, a small smile on her face. Turning the corner towards the coffee shoppe, she nearly stops in her tracks as she sees a familiar, teary-eyed boy through the window, sitting in his normal seat. He was alone, no coffee or muffin in sight and she watches as he buries his distraught face in his hands.
Trudging along slowly while taking looks back at the upset Luke through the window, Aurora frowns as she enters the shoppe and walks over to the counter. "Hey, Cece. I need a vanilla cappuccino, a caramel latte, and two blueberry muffins, please. Put extra caramel drizzle and whipped cream on the latte too."
She ignores her sister's confused smirk as she places the money on the counter, continuing to look over at Luke, who's shoulders were now lightly shaking with sobs. Her order is quick to arrive and she collects the cups and muffins carefully, making a beeline towards Luke's table.
"Hey, sunshine," she whispers solemnly, a gentle, comforting smile on her lips as he looks up with red rimmed eyes, a flushed nose and cheeks, and sniffles quietly.
"Hey," he croaks, wiping his eyes and looking embarrassed that she caught him in his weakest moments.
She slowly slides the muffin and caramel latte in front of him and when he looks up at her confused that she got his order right, she shrugs lightly. "Lucky guess," she says before taking the seat in front of him.
"I know we just met and aren't the best of friends, but I felt like you needed someone to talk to or else you wouldn't be sitting here in the middle of a public coffee house and crying, so... Here I am," she says, stuffing a large bite of blueberry muffin in her mouth and ignoring the crumbs that fall onto the table.
He doesn't say anything for a few moments, a dazed look in his eyes as he gazes out the window and stirs his spoon around and around the rim of his cup.
Aurora is patient, half of her cappuccino finished before he finally parts his lips to speak.
"She left me. She said she didn't want to deal with the distance when we go on tour again and that she didn't trust me to not h-hook up with other girls while I'm gone. I've never done anything but give her l-love and reasons t-to...to trust me! I would n-never cheat."
His words, heaving chest, and his trembling lip are enough to make Aurora wince in sympathy, nearly burning her tongue as he says it in the middle of her taking a larger gulp.
"I'm so sorry, Luke... I know she meant a lot to you or you wouldn't be having this reaction." He nods solemnly as her words before she continues. "If it's any consolation, she didn't deserve you after you kept trying to meet up and talk and she never showed. You tried. She didn't. Some people aren't worth your tears. I know that's not going to stop you from being upset, but it's a thought to think about."
His eyebrows furrow a bit at her words before he gives a small nod. "I guess you're right," he says, showing progress in his mood as he finally picks up his latte and takes a small sip.
It's quiet for a few more minutes and the second that Aurora sees his bottom lip start to tremble again, she panics and leans forward. "Hey," she reaches out and lightly touches his hand. "Want to get out of here? I've got this place I'd like to show you if you let me. It's a bit of a drive, but you won't regret it."
Looking down at his watch, he seems to weigh the pros and cons for a moment before giving in. "Why not?" He says, standing and throwing his jacket on as Aurora looks up, slightly dumbfounded that he accepted.
"Okay," she stands up and gets out an excited giggle, placing their cups in the bin. "Lets go"
With a wave to her sister, who was giving her a proud smirk, Luke puts on his sunglasses and they leave the coffee house, making their way to her car that was parked around the corner.
"Holy shit, this is amazing!" Luke laughs unbelievably at her cherry red 1976 Cadillac Eldorado Convertible with cream colored interior.
"Thanks! It was my granddad's!" Climbing in, she cranks the car and with an excited grin and looking both ways, she pulls out into the traffic.
The wind blows through their hair as the cruise down the roads and Aurora gently smiles when she looks over and sees Luke grinning as he looks at the scenery and people around.
"Here," She hands him her phone as she enjoys the cool breeze, placing her sunnies over her eyes. "You choose the music."
"Brave choice," he hums, taking the phone and beginning to scroll through the songs until he gets to a certain category.
"I knew it!" He shouts with a crazed laugh, Aurora giving him an odd look as she worries for his health.
"You okay there, bub?" She asks with a slight chuckle before he shoves her phone in her face with a wide grin.
"Every one of our albums, including our old EP's, and features. I knew you were a fan!" He laughs as her face drops, a blush taking over her cheeks.
"I never said I wasn't," she sticks her tongue out at him before smirking at his dumbfounded face. "Play a song, doofus." She shoves him playfully as he continues to grin, his thumb scrolling through the songs.
English Love Affair starts playing through the speakers and Aurora rolls her eyes behind her sunglasses. "I see what you did there," she laughs as he smirks over at her cheekily, his sadness hidden well, but Aurora knew it was still under the surface.
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Oh tie up your boat, take off your coat, and take a look around
Everything is alright now
The door to the coffee shoppe chimes cheerfully the following day, making Aurora look up in curiosity. A smile tugs at her lips as she sees the familiar, lanky, blonde boy walk in but her eyes slightly widen as three other beautiful boys follow behind him.
"Holy mother of God," she mumbles to herself wide eyed as she sees Luke turn towards the piano and give her a smile and wave, making a beeline towards her with the boys in tow.
Gulping, Aurora tries to hide her shaking hands by sitting on them, nervously grinning as they come closer.
"Hey, Ro! These are my friends, Michael, Ashton, and Calum. I told them about your song and they really wanted to hear it." Aurora almost fell over as a pleasant nickname passed through his lips but what really made her vision blurry was the end of his sentence.
"O-Oh, that's so... that's so sweet, Luke. It isn't finished yet though," she frowns, biting her lip as he seems to deflate.
"Oh, well maybe next time then," he says sadly and the look on his face is enough for her to grab his hand as he starts to turn.
"Wait! I-I can show the parts I do have," she says, making his smile appear once again.
The boys all crowd around her, making her feel extremely nervous but with Luke's encouraging smile, she places her still shaking hands over the keys.
When it rain it pours but you didn't even notice
It ain't rainin' anymore, it's hard to breathe when all we know is
The struggle of staying above, the rising water line
She continues the song, trying to his cracking, nervous voice, until she no longer has any lyrics, trailing off with a quiet hum and shaky exhale. "That's all I've got so far," she looks up to see the four boys grinning at her widely.
"She's perfect, Luke," Calum says over to Luke proudly and Ashton nearly jumps up and down.
"Such a smart breadstick, you!" Ashton pats him hard on the back as Michael continues to smile but stay the calm one.
"I don't understand," Aurora nervously picks at her bottom lip as they continue to talk excitedly amongst themselves. That's when she realizes her music journal that was testing on the piano is in Ashton's hand and they are all flickering through the pages with excited grins.
"Um, excuse me," her eyebrows are now furrowed as they read her personal songs and words from her heart and Luke looks up as they hear the edge in her tone.
"Sorry, Ro," He yanks the journal out of their hands and places it back on the piano with an apologetic wince. "I think we owe an explanation." When she nods annoyed, he gulps and continues. "We are in a band called 5 Seconds of Summer."
"I know this... Plus, there's only four of you," she deadpans as Ashton snickers in the back.
"Anyway! We are in a band and we are looking for an opening act and someone to sign, but we didn't want anyone to mainstream or famous. We think you'd be perfect to open for us."
Aurora stares up at them in shock, her mouth becoming dry.
“So... what do you say?” Luke asks, his cheeks turning slightly red.
What should she say?
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Eight Day of Twelve - A Sweet Surprising Treat
A/N - these may be getting worse.. bit I'm glad everyone is enjoying them >.< When I first started I thought I'd have a bit more time to write but work is killing me with extra hours. So I'm doing my best lol.
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"Jimmy, no." You glared at him from across the table as best you could. For some reason you couldn't pull off the Gibbs glare when it came to Palmer.
"Come on. I've seen the way she-"
"Oh sure, you can't see what's going on between Bishop and Nick but you somehow notice the sparkle in Sloane's eye when it comes to y/n?" Kasie all sass, taking another bite of her bacon. "When do you get out of your cave to spy on them anyway?"
"Oh please, that was all a bit of fun to see Nick's reaction." He waved off. "Plus I see everything." He wriggled his eyebrows and it seemed to take the creepiness out of his statement. Very Jimmy.
"Since when do you play with people like that?" You raised a brow, you were slightly impressed. Trying your best to ignore the stalker intent he mentioned. You'd circle back to his spying ways another time.
"Everyone seems to come to me with their secrets and problems or does it just happen because people confess more when there's a dead body around?" He questioned the universe, genuinely asking if that was the case.
You laughed, taking the last bite of your pancakes and washing it down with some coffee. This was your second cup in under half an hour. Last night had been a long one, Jack hadn't let you go to sleep until midnight. You shook your head at your own thoughts. Jack didn't let you do anything, you just didn't want to be the one to end the texting first. You paid the price with the lack of sleep and early morning rise for breakfast with friends.
"What you shaking your head at and don't say Jimmy." Kasie leant back in the booth beside you.
"How do you know it wasn't at Jimmy. I shake me head all the time at some of the things he spots out." That made Kasie laugh, mainly at Jimmy's reaction of shock humour.
"I shake my head at myself too but mainly I'm just running away because Gibbs always-" He looked over his shoulder and you both laughed at him.
It was good catching up with them outside of work. It had been a hectic month or so which meant everyone was busy sleeping if they weren't at work. The office Christmas party was only a week or two away and you and Jimmy seemed to be the only two excited. Probably because he wanted to show off his new ugly Christmas sweater he'd been raving about for weeks.
Breakfast was over too soon which Kasie being called into work to follow up with another teams case and evidence being brought in.
"Please. Let me."
"Why is everyone buying things for me lately." You huffed.
"Oh boo hoo. Poor me, I have a secret admirer who buys me gifts." Kasie fake wiped her eyes and rolled her eyes.
"You know in our line of business it could be classed as creepy."
"Thanks for putting that one in her head Jimbo." Kasie patted his back. " Mr always positive is lacking today."
"Gotta keep it real, kids." He cracked his knuckles as you pushed the door open and let them exit first.
"Never say that again. Please." You both laughed at Jimmy's pouted lip but agreeing nod.
"See you at work tomorrow." Kasie waved, hopping into her car.
"Enjoy your freedom." Jimmy grinned, walking a bit further to his car.
You made it to just after lunch when you got the call. It's not like you weren't expecting it and at least you got 24 hours rest before heading back in. First you needed to make a pit stop before who knows how long you'd be up til tonight. You needed the extra caffeine because the diner coffee was starting to wear off.
You got ready in a rush with the priority being coffee from your local around the corner. It technically being your Sunday you didn't put much effort into your attire and raced out the door.
You pulled your car into a spot just up from your coffee shop and slipped your gloves on before stepping out of the car. It was cool days like today where you wished you had a nice thick scarf to stop the icey breeze from hitting the back of your neck. You jacket collar just wasn't cutting it these days.
The coffee shop was warm and a nice breath of hot cocoa hit your nose when you opened the door.
"Ah there you are. I was wondering when you'd come in. No work this morning?" Sharon, the owner, came out from behind the counter with a cloth, wiping down the table beside you.
"Technically my Sunday but we got called in anyway." Your shoulders slumped and you added a little pout to make yourself seem even more whiney. "Need a pick me up, don't know how long it's going to be."
Sharon smiled, wiping down another table in two quick swipes before scooting around the counter to start your order. "One extra large coffee with two sugars and cream annnnd..." She turned around from the computer and picked up a box resting next to the coffee machine.
"What's this?" She placed the cardboard takeaway box in front of you.
"Open it silly." She beamed, finishing off your order in the computer and tapping her finger on the credit card machine.
You tapped your card before opening the box. It was six of your favourite cookies. "What?" You were even more confused.
"I got a call this morning. Don't bother asking who was it, I swore on my life O wouldn't give anything away." She held up her hand just as you were about to but in. "Nah! No questions. You get free cookies and no answers." She beamed as you rolled your eyes and grumbled a little. "Shush, I'll make your coffee and you go save the world."
You laughed, she had quickly become one of your favourite people in the neighbourhood. Always making conversation with the regular customers and making you feel cared about. She was very concerned one day when you hadn't shown up for a week ( you were on a stakeout) almost said she called the cops but then she remembered you were one and that you were most likely on important business. She was sweet and kind, giving you extra shots when it looked like you needed it and she'd tell you too.
Now she was in on this rouse and there was no way of getting information out of her. Not even Gibbs could crack this woman. I don't think he'd dare try.
You happily accepted the coffee, which had three shots in it not two like everyone got. With the box of cookies tucked under your arm and the caffeine already flowing through your veins again you headed to the crime scene with only one question on your mind. Who the hell was this secret gift giver?
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Hope this is ok, hardly edited >.< Enjoy while I work almost 9 hours when it was meant to be my day off. Ah Christmas in retail. Hate it.
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IV. Sorry, My Dear
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⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️
The following story contains themes of suicidal thoughts and addiction. Please do not read if you find these themes triggering in any way. Read this post before reading this piece of FICTION
Have you heard the story of the guy,
Who decided not to die?
"Another day at the office...another day in hell." Jae mumbled to himself. The black lettering seemed never ending as he moved page after page.
Everyone was long gone and he was left with his thoughts that reflected the current state of his desk: scattered and full on unwanted words.
"Come on, Jae. Let's go get drinks with Boss." Jae had mimicked the voices of the other associates that worked in the office today. "No. I'm good. Got to finish this work. Beep-boop-boop." He moved his arms in a robot-like fashion.
"Look at me. Working me life away. Jaehyun. That's my name." He moved the papers in random places. This would be Jae's 4th breakdown this week where he needed to tell himself to hold on until tomorrow.
Johnnny looked on in concern from behind the entrance wall. "No good, Jaehyun. Don't wear it out." Jae's hands waves over his head in a dramatic fashion as he pushed himself around in his wheeled office chair.
It wasn't until Johnny saw Jae's hands form into a gun shape that he intervened in the middle of his best friend's scary emotional outburst.
"Jae! There you are!" He rushed over and punched his friend's arm. The look in Jaehyun's eyes made Johnny uneasy. It looked like he had been caught which made him break more. "You almost finished? I wanted to catch a movie with you and maybe have a hangout night," Jae was taken aback by the energy outburst at 2 am.
He could only look at Johnny's excited face from where he sat in his chair, strands of hair obstructing only pieces of his vision. "I got the new Call of Duty and PubG for the console." Johnny's hands rummaged in his pockets till he pulled out his phone, his eyebrows wiggling fiercely. "It's only...2:17. We got all the time in the world."
Johnny picked up Jae's suit jacket that was thrown over the cubicle wall and the younger boy's heavy bag. "I'll drive." Johnny pulled Jae up and turned off his lamp.
They were in the darkness of the office and Jae was still shocked that he was caught before he got worse.
"What do you wanna eat? Steak? McDonald's? Junk food?" Johnny's rambling was tuned out of Jae's mind. He followed the taller man willingly down and out of the office building and to his familiar car.
"Uh...doesn't matter." Was the first thing that came out of Jaehyun's mouth. "Then we'll get everything." Johnny's laugh made Jae's heart swell with hope for the first time in weeks.
'Maybe next time,' he thought, 'I'll hang out with Johnny one last time.'
The car ride was filled with laughter and being in the cold air surrounding the both of them.
Johnny still wonders to this day what would've happened if he didn't walk in the time he did. He had been called to pick up the paperwork from Jae's desk but was met with a sad reality.
Jaehyun wanted to escape reality.
Just kill me in my sleep,
Smother me with pillows and kindness, in which I have never seen
This was it...this was the day. He's written the letters and found a place to go calmly. He was in a euphoric sense that nothing really mattered anymore.
He had been on cloud 9 all week as he's happily been overworked and no one ever asked how he had been doing.
Right now, he was just driving. Driving to take in his home city one last time.
The sun was setting when he came to Han River Park. The clusters of happy people congregated in small bursts of happiness and 'its okay' and 'everything will be alright's.
He parked and stood at the grass's edge. He took deep breaths as the air swept across his body calmly. "Everything is so beautiful." He whispered to himself as he watched the birds dance across the water with such grace.
The lump in his throat that made it home was beginning to ache. Yet, he swallowed his pride and continued looking over the people who would continue their own story's even after his had reached the end. The credits would roll and everyone would walk away from the theater without a second thought.
"I mean. I get that's it's pretty. But I haven't seen someone cry at the scenery since my last romance movie." He was snapped out of reality to see a girl standing next to him.
"Excuse me?" Was all he could manage to get out.
You chuckled, sticking your hand out. "Y/n." You introduced yourself and he was trying to not shake your hand, look the other way, and leave without another word being exchanged.
"Jaehyun." His actions spoke for him as he reached his hand out to meet yours. Your hand was soft and warm in his. A warmness and calm he hasn't felt in a while.
"I'm gonna go get some ice cream. Wanna come?" You barely knew him and we're asking him to accompany you to a sweet treat. "You don't know me." Jae got defensive, his arms crossing over his chest.
"I could be a murderer and you invited me for ice cream?" His questions had your face turn up. "Well I'm sure that murderers like ice cream too. So let's go." You grabbed his arm and pulled him down the long stretch of concrete. You walked and tried to match your steps with his long strides. Your arm cutely wrapped around his as you walked.
"So tell me about yourself, Mr. Jaehyun."
He figured living was just easier than falling really high
"We need to clean." You whined while rolling around in the vast bed full of messed up sheets and a relaxing Jaehyun. "Not now. I just wanna cuddle." He grabbed your body and held you close.
"No. We've been cuddling all day. We need to clean." You got up and pulling at his hands. "You can clean the closet and I can clean the rest of the room. Then cuddles." You reasoned and he groaned as he got up, giving into your wishes.
"Fine." He automatically sat on the ground and opened your shared closet doors.
"I'll be tidying up around here." You ruffled his hair and kissed the top of his head sweetly. "If you need anything just shout." He called as you exited the room to probably start on the kitchen.
Box after box of paperwork and more paperwork from the last 10 years of working in his like of work.
Your singing could be heard through your house as you comedically sang some of the greatest hits. His laughter broke through the apartment when your own voice shook with laughs.
He came upon some photo books with Polaroids of you and him. The last 2 years had been lived in a heaven like state. He hadn't touched alcohol and drugs like he was earlier in his life...before you changed him.
His physical and mental growth were apparent in the pictures as he flipped through the pages. Your hand drawn hearts and small journal entries under some photos had his heart beating rapidly with joy.
He put the book next to his side to look at later with you. His hand came across an unmarked cardboard photo box that had a thin layer of dust on it.
He jiggled the lid off and was met with envelopes. The letters. His notes to his bosses and his friends apologizing for what he was about to do.
Apologizing for the mess they were going to have to clean up in his apartment and in the office where his files would never be filed. Apologizing for giving up so easily and not serving out the rest of his life like he had sworn. Apologizing for not being strong enough to ask for help when he really tried to make it obvious. Apologizing to whoever had to find him after it was all said and done.
Apologizing for not saying goodbye.
"Hey. Do we have any tile cle- oooo letters. Who are they to?" Your voice had made Jae jump like when Johnny caught him that dark night in the office. Like he was caught doing and thinking stuff he shouldn't be.
"No one. Me. In 50 years. Y'know," he shrugged, tossing them back in the box and throwing them in the closet and standing up quickly, "time capsule thing me and the guys did." He shrugged it off and you could only nod.
"Well that's cool. Can't wait to see how you've grown." Your smile had his own lips mimicking in want. Wanting to have your blissful ignorance of what those letters really were.
"Oh yeah. Do we have any more tile cleaner?" You asked and he lead you out to the closet where he scowered the top shelves in search for the cleaning supply.
"You can have it. For a kiss." He held it above his head. You waste no time in kissing his cheek and pulling on his arm till you grabbed the cleaner and ran. His laughs chased your own as you both wrestled for a while.
Both of you laid on the living room carpet, just enjoying the close presence.
His heart was at peace.
I'm okay,
I'm okay,
I feel a little bit sick
You had began to notice how Jae had been getting more dull. A year had passed since the night you pointed out the letters. It began to go all down hill from there.
He gave you the same love and affection he usually did, but his eyes held no emotion to big events outside. Alcohol had started to replace meals and sleep.
"Jae you need to eat." You laid a hand on his shoulder softly. "I'm actually going to go grab a drink with some of the boys." And like that. He was out of the apartment. Yet, everytime he came stumbling in the front door with a stench that could repel nuclear waste, you nurses him into bed. Setting an aspirin and water next to his head. Most nights didn't wrap up until 4 am when you knew he was home safe.
You slept with your arms wrapped strongly around his body, afraid he would try to get up and leave to drink again without you noticing.
Mornings would be a rough time as you awoke to a sick Jaehyun who couldn't tell left from right. You were there were comforting words and endless services if bet only asked.
His guilt ate at his chest till there was a free falling feeling that would cease when he took his first shot.
He knew he was getting bad again. He knew he needed to get help but everytime he woke up to face an aspirin and a cool glass of water, the guilt made him drink even more the next night.
He sometimes wished you would leave him to make this easier on you. He wished you would fall out of love and go to bed before he got home.
He wished you didn't introduce yourself in the first place.
But have you heard,
The story of the guy who decided not to die?
Jaehyun got clean again. He started being more present in reality and eventually returned to normal. Sometimes he did get carried away with the alcohol but you were there to help him put down the bottle.
He started openly hanging out with his friends in large gatherings where he didn't mind starting the conversation. He got addicted on life again.
You were all out on a big dinner. You and the other women of the mafia men gathered in the social room while Jae and his closest friends talked and joked around in the parlor.
"Want another drink?" Mark asked as he nudged Jae's elbow. "No I'm okay. I hit my limit for the night."
His friends were the most supportive people that he originally thought wouldn't be. Once be reached his limit, they all switched to fruity drinks followed by water. "So I need your guys' help with something." Jae smiled, taking the blue chalk and rubbing it on the worn end of the billiard's stick.
"What's up, dude?" Johnny asked and all the boys tuned into Jaehyun and his request. "I want to propose to y/n." He said and the room automatically erupted in shouts and cheers. "Sssshhhh." He tried to shush everyone. They remembered the presence of the women in the building and quickly shut up.
"Y/n said she wanted a wedding in the flower fields about.." Jae recalled the previous conversation he had with you. "2 hours from here?" He said and Hyuck automatically knew which ones he was talking about. "It's going to have to be a spring wedding!" He said excitedly and grabbing a pad of paper and a pen from his pocket.
"Alright, lover boy, spill." He said knocking all of the pool balls out of the way, "hey we were playing!" Doyoung protested and Hyuck could only write down the location of the fields, "I'm helping our brother get a wife. Go play with your balls somewhere else." He back handed which caused the room to erupt in laughter.
"Okay. Now. I'm going to need time to get the catering. I'm thinking pork," Hyuck rambled writing down the possible ideas, "or is she more of a chicken person?" he continued which caused some of the boys to chuckle at the wedding-excited nature no one knew Hyuck possessed in himself.
"Also I need to find a cake. I would make it myself but we all know that these beautiful hands would be wrinkly by the time I'm done icing cake for 500 people-" "500?!" Jae said loudly which caused Johnny to slap a hand over his younger friends mouth. "Well duh. That's a minimum." Donghyuck shook his head, drawing a picture of what the cake needed to look like. "amateur."
"I need to get the ring first." Jae said quietly and Taeyong piped in. "Don't even worry about it. I'll take you in the morning to the jewler's to pick out the bands and diamonds. Maybe you could get an engagement ring with her birth stone then the real ring with yours and your wedding band could have hers." Taeyong started rambling ideas, Hyuck writing lightning speed on the pad of paper.
"I call doing the gifts!" Mark and Jungwoo said at the same time. "I'm nominating myself as the planner." Hyuck said writing the roles down. "I'll get the tuxes for us." Taeil nominated himself for the job with a smile. "We need to get Yuta and the rest of the boys up here!" Doyoung brought up a good point.
"Yuta will just bring baby supplies. We're not telling him until a day before the ceremony." Hyuck pointed at the boys but was met with a hit upside the head from Johnny.
"I have to find out the color palette. I'll go to Renjun and then I'll go to Jaemin for the fireworks- Jisung will be the flower girl." Donghyuck kept rattling off things he needed to get done.
"Thank you for giving me this job. I won't let you down." He finally said, laying a hand on Jaehyun's shoulder.
"Better not. It need to be perfect for her. Perfection deserves perfection." Jae said and some gagged while other coo'd at his unwithering love you for you.
The chatty hustle didn't cease as Johnny patted on Jaehyun's shoulder. "You okay?" Johnny asked with a smile on his face. Jaehyun couldn't keep the smile off of his own face. "Never better. On cloud 9." He said and Johnny's heart eased from the constant fear of Jae not being here the next day. But he didn't need to worry anymore.
"I actually need to ask you." Jae said finally putting the polished stick down on the table. "Will you be my best man?" Johnny's eyes lit up like fireworks as he brought Jae in for a manly yet friendly hug.
"I'm so proud of you, Jaehyun."
I'm enamored with the thought of seeing angels in the sky singing,
Singing, "Everything's alright."
Jaehyun proposed the next week. You both went out to an amazing and fancy moonlit dinner where you both danced and decided to start this new journey together.
Then two days after the proposal, he relapsed the worst he has ever had. Johnny found him in your guys' apartment and immediately called you and everyone who he thought he could help.
It's now present day and you can only look at Jaehyun with guilt in your eyes.
The funeral was held in the flower fields you both planned to get married in. The day was cold and dark but he had never looked so happy in his final resting place. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you the happiness you craved." You kissed his cheek before the lid was finally closed.
Now the marble had been set in place and you were alone again.
"I'm not mad. I'm jus-just so...so sorry." You wept, reaching out for him.
"I read the letter and can only ask. Why?"
The only things he had left was a damn note with the words, 'Sorry, My Dear' signing off the page as if he deemed it enough. As if his love had a capacity limit.
"I'm sorry you-you thought I was going to leave you if you told me you were so un-unhappy with life." Your stuttering didn't come to a stop as you could only imagine tears streaming down his own cheeks wherever he was in the universe. The feeling of being ashamed sent you reeling down where you had to support yourself on your knees.
The silent sobs hurt your chest as you had this free falling feeling in your chest getting more deeper. It was as if someone was pounding your chest with a drum mallot. Your heart was breaking as you felt a hand on your shoulder. Yet, you knew no one was there.
"You promised me forever." Your voice was shaky as you brushed the stray pieces of grass away from the marble in the ground.
'Jaehyun. Found happiness in where ours couldn't reach.'
"And I promise, Jae. I will love you...forever."
"And I'm so proud of you for making it this far." You whispered, fingers tracing his name on the polished marble for what felt like the millionth time.
You laid on the ground next to his resting place and looked into the vast blue sky where you imagined him reaching down to you; his soft voice that he used to sing you to sleep with carrying you with him to where you both could live happily ever after. You lifted your hands up as the tears came down.
"You did well."
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