#AND THE NEXT ONE IS ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAYYYYYY

[nobodymoves]

AND FUCKING HORSES !!!!!!

IM STILL SHAKING I THINK MY SOUL LEFT MY BODY THAT WAS E V E R Y T H I N G

he said he’s been wanting to do that for seven years, i’ve been waiting almost five years for him to cover it, i fucking knew in 2018 he wanted to, i was so sure he’d do it one day

AND I GOT TO SEE IT

I SAW HIM IN SYDNEY IN 2018 WHEN HE LED THE CROWD THREE FUCKING TIMES AND I SAW HIM IN 2023 WITH DARYL FUCKING BRAITHWAITE AND I DONT THINK ILL EVER STOP SCREAMING

#i’ve been lucky enough to witness a handful of magical moments with him over the last decade #this is up there with girl crush in tokyo and sott in the rain at wembley #and it was my home show 😭😭😭 #i recorded the whole thing i’ll be spamming u with it soon tumblr #man my depression has been so awful this year but i feel so euphoric after the last three shows #AND THE NEXT ONE IS ON MY FUCKING BIRTHDAYYYYYY #asdfghjkl #harry styles #light of my life

[boxofbonesfic]

*grandmaster voice* IT’S MAH BIRTHDAYYYYY

Friends! Followers! Countrymen! IT’S MY BIRTHDAYYYYYY! Dem Bones turn dirty thirty tomorrow, and in commemoration, I’m hosting a sleepover. Let’s. Get. Dangerous.

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DIRTY THIRTY HERE I COME

#if you got my darkwing duck reference i love you #dirtee thirtee sleepover

[dearlazerbunny]

The Light in You

Pairings: Kylo Ren x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Birthday!Fic

Words: 2,200

Summary: HAPPYYYYYY BIRTHDAYYYYYY to one of my bestest followers on the whole of the great wide web, @scheherazades-horcrux!!! You have supported me and my work for so long with such kindness, and if I was rich and famous I’d give you an all-expense paid trip to Galaxy’s Edge- but for now, this will have to do :D I love you darling!!! Enjoy!!

“He’s going to see us.”

“He’s not going to see us.”

“Kylo Ren, you are a six-foot-something dark monstrosity with a cape, there is no way he’s not going to-!” You quickly cut yourself off as the He in question comes stalking down the corridor, the heels of his boots stomping just a little more threateningly than usual. Hux is clearly peeved- his face is almost the color of his hair- but rather than immediately honing in on the two of you standing on the opposite side of the hallway, he zeroes in on the nearest unfortunate mechanic.

“Ren. Where is he. People said he came this way.”

The rookie’s eyes widen, confused, and his gaze darts over to where you and Kylo are watching the scene- Kylo in vague amusement, you in absolute fascination. When Kylo puts a gloved finger up to his lips in the universal signal for don’t you dare say a word, you have to press a hand over your lips to keep giggles from spilling out.

The engineer tries and fairly spectacularly to look the general in the eye as he answers. “I’m, um, not sure? Sir? Have you checked the- um- the flight deck?” His voice is wobbling and looks as though he’s about to burst into tears.

Hux releases an extremely controlled breath before continuing on his march to find Kylo, whom he’s been summoning all day and yet can’t seem to find.

You hold your breath when Hux’s head doesn’t even turn as he passes you, mumbling to himself all sorts of colorful curse words that would make even the most seasoned stormtrooper blush.

Once he’s out of sight around the corner, plus a few extra seconds for good measure, you slowly lower your hand from your mouth. “Holy. Shit.”

Kylo is smirking. “Such little faith.”

“You just- we just- were we just fucking invisible? You can do that?!”

“Mm, no. It’s more like… redirection. I heavily suggest to his subconscious that there’s nothing to see here, and so his waking mind doesn’t notice us. Everyone else knows we’re here.” He inclines his head towards the newbie, frozen in place like he’s seeing his life flash before his eyes. “Hux’s mental fortitudes are astonishingly pathetic for someone who spends his time around a Force user.”

“Stars.” You’re still reeling from the encounter. “Why aren’t you, like, a master thief or something? You could do anything! The Black Phantom strikes again, millions of credits worth of jewels stolen without a trace-”

“It doesn’t fool cameras. Or droids.”

“Oh.” Your noir fantasy comes crashing to a halt. “I guess that means no diamonds for me.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “I thought you said diamonds were, and I quote, ‘worthless hunks of carbon artificially inflated in price for the sole purpose of trying to show off how much you think you love someone.’”  

You shrug. “I mean, they are, but they’re shiny.”

“Typical woman.”

“You have zero room to talk, the way you moon over that special snowflake sword of yours. I have half a mind to just let the two of you get married and have a long peaceful life together.”

Kylo is glaring at you with that look on his face, the one that says he’s going to either kill you and himself,  up he’s not quite sure in which order. To temper his aggravation, you grab his hand and tug him along. “Okay, What’s next?”

Despite his annoyance, his fingers entwine with yours and he allows you to pull him down the hallway, in the opposite direction Hux went. “Haven’t you seen enough yet?”

“Are you kidding me? You haven’t even thrown things across the room yet!” There’s an exasperated sigh from behind you, but you gleefully ignore it as you head for Kylo’s quarters in the south wing of Starkiller Base.

Technically, this entire day came to pass because of a bet. Well, a lost bet. On Kylo’s part. One one lazy afternoon where you both had some free time, you happened to find an old Dejarik board tucked away in a spare room filled with a few packs of cards and creased books. Competitive as you are, you immediately challenged him to a game- winner gets to do whatever they want with the other person for an entire day, no objections from their partner.

You knew Kylo had grown up playing- he’d mentioned it before, a rare insight into his past- and just as you predicted, was enormously cocky about the whole thing. He’d smirked, tried to talk you out of it, and said he’d go easy on you.

What Kylo didn’t know was that you too had grown up playing Dejarik- the orphanage had one measly board, and it shorted out most of the time, but you’d spend hours upon hours playing with the other kids in to-the-death tournaments where you wagered blankets, food rations, chore duties, and everything inbetween.

And so, when Kylo promptly got his ass handed to him (oh man, the look on his face- you never wanted to forget it) you immediately set out planning a day where he had to show you absolutely everything he can do with his crazy Force powers. You’ve never really gotten a chance to see them up close, and you’ve always been so curious- who wouldn’t want to be a space wizard??- so they day has been filled with you tossing objects at Kylo and watching him expertly slice them in two with his lightsaber, stopping blaster bolts in thin air, and of course becoming “invisible” to avoid General Horrible. 

Now, sitting cross legged on your bed, you watch Kylo remove a few of his layers- gloves, cape, coat. It always makes you happy when he does this. It means he’s comfortable enough around you to take off bits and pieces of his mask, small as they may be. Some day, you’re going to see all of him, even the parts he keeps hidden. He deserves to know he’s not the monster he thinks he is.

“Alright. What next?”

You grin. “Flying.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me! I want to soooooooooar!” You fling your arms out exaggeratedly. “If you can throw a stormtrooper clear across the room, I’m sure you can let me hover in the air for a few seconds, yes?”

“I-”

“I’m not hearing a no.” You bounce yourself on the mattress a few times like a toddler waiting to be picked up. “Come on, just don’t let me fall on my face and it’ll be great!”

Another long suffering sigh, and he turns his palms right side up where they’re resting on his thighs. Nothing happens for a few moments. Your heart stutters in anticipation. Then, ever so slowly, you begin to lift off the bed- one inch. Two. Another four. It’s an extremely weird sensation- completely foreign and yet somehow incredibly comfortable. It’s like you’re suspended in a warm pool of water, buoyant and cradled, and the notion of falling is so remote you don’t even feel like it’s a possibility. You can’t help the laugh of glee that escapes from your chest as you wave your hands around midair, touching nothing but feeling overly sensitive nonetheless. Kylo is looking up at you with a faint smile, half focused on his work and half focused on the light in your eyes that could rival any star he sees from his TIE fighter.

After a few minutes of messing around- swimming in midair, sticking your hair up into spikes- you let him lower you gently back to ground, guiding you to sit next to him as he comes into reach. When you settle back onto the mattress, all your air leaves you in a whoosh.

“Holy crap,” you mutter, trying to make your lungs work. “Why do you not just fly everywhere?”

“A bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

You scoff and scoot closer so you can stick your arm through his and let your head rest on his shoulder. “Kylo Ren, being dramatic? I’ve never seen such a thing.”

You can feel his huff rumble through his chest, and you smile into his shirt. “Any magical miracles you want to impart?”

“It’s not magic.”

“Coulda fooled me.” You pause. “Oh! I know!” You scoot away a bit and look at him. “Read my mind.”

“What?”

“You can do that, can’t you? I’ve heard rumors but I’ve never seen you do it.”

“There’s a reason for that.”

“It’s fine,  you won’t hurt me, I promise.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know that.”

Your statement makes him stop for a moment and turn to look at you- really look at you, his brown eyes taking you in like he’s just seeing you for the first time. “You trust me that much.”

“Of course I do.” There’s not a trace of insincerity in your voice, and Kylo doesn’t even have to read your mind to know that.  

“Okay. Just- here.” He sits opposite of you, cross-legged, so that your knees are just barely touching, and lets your fingers rest in his still open palms. You’re fixed with a look- “you have to tell me to stop, if it hurts, or if there’s something you don’t want me to see, or-”

You stop him with a kiss, light on his lips. “I get the picture, Black Phantom. Go for it.”

Another sensation, even more curious then the last. There’s a slight pressure at your temples, and a single moment of fear- it’s just Kylo, relax, it’s okay- and then a ‘Hello.’

‘Whoa. I can talk to you just by thinking?’

‘Clearly.’

‘What number am I thinking of?’

‘Forty-two.’

‘Uuuum how many toes am I holding up?’

‘How many- toes?’

‘Well, you can see my fingers.’

A pause. ‘Three. Your toes are frighteningly dexterous.’

You giggle. ‘Thank you. I think.’

There’s more talking- well, not talking, but you know- but honestly you aren’t really paying any attention to it. The sensation of Kylo floating through your head, touching a few memories here and there delicately, like they might break, is enough to think about. You let yourself float with him, not really thinking of anything in particular, just letting things come as they please.

‘Today is my birthday.”

“Wait, really?” Kylo is so startled the mental connection breaks, and you blink at the sudden loss of warmth. “I thought you didn’t know when your birthday was?”

“Well. I don’t.” The closest thing you have is the day you were dropped on the porch of the orphanage, and that doesn’t quite have the same ring to it- like, ‘happy abandoned-by-your-parents day!’ “But that just means I get to pick my own, right? And from what I can tell birthdays are supposed to be happy. Spent with people you love, doing things that make you laugh- a day that you play over and over again in your head before you go to sleep for the warm feeling it gives you in your chest.” You study the man across from you. “And that’s what today has been like. So, today’s my birthday. I’ve decided.”

“Do you even know what today’s date is?”

You crack a smile. “No. Is that important?”

“If you want it to happen again next year, it is.” Kylo looks thoughtful for a moment, then shifts to get up off the bed and rummage through his bedside table drawer. Something emerges, but he hides it in the palm of his hand when he sits back down across from you. “Close your eyes.” You do so. Something is draped into your palm- you can feel the reverence with which he does it. “Happy birthday.”

A white Kyber Crystal, glowing faintly, is nestled in your hands. Soft black material that feels identical to Kylo’s cloak is threaded through a crack in the gem, turning it into a wearable declaration of- something. Love? Could you say love? “I didn’t know when I was going to give this to you. But a birthday begets birthday presents.”

“Kylo. How did-?” It hums softly as you turn it between your fingers, feeling it vibrate slightly as you admire its fractured surface.

“That’s not important. It’s yours now.” He watches as you tie it around your neck and let it fall, where it dangles just above your heart.

“Why not red? I would’ve thought you’d want us to match.”

He shakes his head. A hand reaches for your gift, as if drawn to it, but ends up tucking a rogue piece for hair behind your ear and settling behind your neck. “I see light in you,” he whispers. “So much of it. This… isn’t enough, but it will have to do for now.”

You smile as you lean into his touch. “There’s plenty of light in you too, Kylo Ren.”

“There’s not.”

“There is. It sparks every time I kiss you.” And just to prove your point, you do so, white light glowing from between the both of you.

#kylo ren #star wars #Star Wars fanfic #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #requests #star wars request #HAPPY BIRTHDAY #ILYSM

[ryncorrect]

university!au: day6 jae

following my uni!au with young k (idk how to link my own post asbajdnskmd im Dumb) so here another one with jae lol i think im gonna make one for each one of them buttttttt no promise bc my brain works in a very mysterious way LOL

anyway leggo

warning: this is lame lmaooooo

name: park jaehyung / jae

major: politic science

other activities: guitarist (and sometimes vocalist) of university band, member of music club, founder and leader of LOL SQUAD

everyone knows that tall skinny guitarist of the band i mean he’s hard to ignore tbh

he always wears loose T-shirt, ripped jeans, a cap that he puts backward, and round big specs to campus

professors hate his ripped jeans but can’t really say anything because oh well style doesn’t define someone’s grades and boy, does this kid actually get some braincells in him

well i mean at least he never fails his classes

he has this giant LOLSQUAD badge on his backpack because he’s proud af of his title as the club founder and leader

he actually started that club so he could to brag about his gaming skill to everyone who wanted to listen but he ends up getting his ass handed to him every single time they play together smh

if he’s not in class or hanging out with his game buddies, he can be seen following that Popular Student™ kang younghyun or as jae prefers to call him, “brian” or “brIBRI” because they both joined music club and are in the band

yes yes he’s well known and easy to spot

but…

“jae? park jaehyung?? who???”

everyone refers to him as “that foreigner student”, “the American guy” or “the gamer guy”, or my favorite: “chicken little”

i will never let that joke die im sorry but seriously he looks like chicken when he plays his guitar on the stage don’t @ me

there are only like 5 students in the whole university who know his actual name

anyways in this scenario you’ve always been interested in playing guitar but haven’t gotten a chance to learn and your friend kim wonpil invites you to join music club so you’ll have friends to practice with

“you know our jaehyungie, right? he’s really chill, you’ll get along well with him!!”

deep inside you’re like

who the heck is jaehyung

but wonpil is so excited to have you there so the next week you come to the club meeting

you introduce yourself to everyone and finally you meet him

“ohmygod the chicken little!!”

“whO THE HECK ARE YOU CALLING THAT”

“sorry- i mean the chicken guitarist- wait no-”

he glares at you, you laugh instead

scaring the new member challenge: failed

but yeah you’d seen him performing before and honestly you almost decided to become his fan

a l m o s t

at first he (jokingly) refuses to teach you guitar because you called him chicken little

and since then you keep calling him that just to mess with him

“hi chicken little”

“what’s poppin chicken little”

“why do you look so flustered, chicken little? do i make you nervous??”

he turns red chicken little is now an angry bird “gO AWAY NEWBIE YOU’RE SO ANNOYING”

jae’s a foreigner but he speaks fluent korean

he tells you that even though he was born and grew up in america he always speaks the language with his parents

but of course since he lives abroad there are lots of words or slang he doesn’t know, so you gotta be an ass and slip some difficult words when you speak to him

he gets his revenge by replying to you in english

whenever you two are having an argument (usually over stupid things) everyone in the club suddenly gets headache

wtf they’re not even making any sense

besides music, jae is the most excited when talking about LOL or social topics because well his major

honestly idk much about politic science so cmiimw

one time someone asks for his opinion about social welfare and he ends up starting a sudden debate session with the said person about social welfare programs in south korea and america and the difference between both countries

you mention human rights and he sNAPS

i mean he gives a full 15 mins speech about it

“yknow what im sayin?”

“dude… i honestly don’t get it at all”

because he be speaking in full english like wat

he’s just so passionate about everything it’s almost adorable

a l m o s t

and it’s not only his passion but also his small eyes, his laugh, his voice, or the way he occasionally lifts his head to look at you while playing guitar and you smile and he smiles because you smile first shnshsbshs soft

even the corners of his lips are so cute wow

oh fuck im emo i love him

but you adore him just as a good friend

he’s always been bubbly and friendly with everyone, not just you, so yeah it’s really easy to fall for him but you assure yourself that you’re nOT

are we having “in denial” shit again omg im so uncreative

anyway fast forward it’s ur birthday!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYY

you decide to throw a small party at your place and invite 5 or 6 of your closest friends but damn on the d-day it rains so hard

if ur bday falls on winter then change it to snowing hard, if it’s spring then maybe there’s strong wind or something, whatever suits you fam lol

so no one comes to your party lol you are Sad

BUT THEN!!!! JAE SHOWS UP!!!!!

PARK JAEHYUNG

OUT OF ALL PEOPLE

no you didn’t invite him because idk

are we really that close??? ehhhh he probably won’t come anyway haha why bother

BUT!!!! HE SHOWS UP!!! IN FRONT OF YOUR DOOR!!!

he’s carrying an umbrella but it didn’t really help apparently because he’s soaking wet

imagine that view i mean nvm

“i happened to be near here and i remember it’s your birthday today so i think i’m gonna drop by to say hi and suddenly it’s raining too hard on the way but anyway happy birthday can you let me in first i’m cold”

ofc you let jae in i mean we can’t let the chicken catch the flu amirite

but you warn him that he’ll have to leave before 11 or your RA will kick you both out the dorm lol

after a towel, two cups of hot tea, and one shared piece of chocolate cake, you told him you were supposed to have a small party tonight but no one could make it because of the rain and he’s like “hOW DARE YOU HAVING A PARTY BUT NOT INVITING ME I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL” and you’re just like “lol shut up chicken here eat more cake”

anyways you two spend time joking and talking about random stuff and it’s probably not the best birthday ever but at least you don’t have to spend it alone and to be honest you’re happy that he’s here

then jae pulls out his ultimate weapon

i mean his guitar

he was soaking wet but the guitar is clean and dry and all fine like hoW EVEN

“priorities” -park jaehyung

he said he gonna play a song of your choice because he came empty handed and he feels bad about it

you blush and pick whatever song comes to your mind because you can’t really think of any, and he starts strumming his guitar and sings

and while he keeps looking at you, you find yourself too can’t take your eyes off him

the song ends and you’re about to clap your hands when he suddenly starts another one

wait you’ve never heard this song before

it’s a slow song and the lyrics are all like, the sky turns dark on the birthday of the brightest star so that it’ll be the only light in his world, how he feels regretful that he has nothing to give but his small heart, and he hopes that this lovely person will hold his hand as they listen to this song together, that this lovely person will feel warm beside him

guys just imagine the song okay i can’t Romance

it’s dead silent until you whisper, “is that… a song for me?”

jae’s face turns red and he starts panicking™ like “i made up the lyrics just now okay i know it’s fricking sappy and cheesy as hell okay i just uhhh want to cheer you up!!!! because you seem kinda down!!!!! let’s not talk about this again uGh WhatEvER leT Me LIvE!!!!!”

but you chuckle and thank him, it was the best present you can get from anyone

you two stare at each other for a second that feels like years and he finally breaks the silence, “you know,,, maybe i came here on purpose,,, maybe actually i want to see you,,,”

“and why is it?”

“because i think,,, i miss you,,, kinda”

and you don’t say this out loud but maybe you do know that

even if you say you’ll never

in fact you’ve already fallen for him a bit

or perhaps a lot

like a lot

then he leans in to kiss your lips and you kiss back and it’s almost not awkward at all, it just feels right as if you’ve kissed him million times before

a l m o s t

you two still blush real hard after

but yeah that’s how you two start dating

none of you two tell anyone about it but it’s pretty obvious, i mean jae always picks you up at your dorm, he walks with you to your class or vice versa (if your classes don’t overlap tho), you two keep stealing glances at each others, also—

jae with you: “hey,,,, come here sit with me u3u,,,,, did you have lunch??? oh i wrote a song last night check this out,,,, what are you gonna do this saturday? oml you’re so cute”

jae with everyone else: “HAHAHAHA FUCKING FUCK SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FUCKING PRICK ALSO BRIAN FUCKING KANG IF YOU STEAL MY FUCKING FRIES AGAIN I WILL LITERALLY SNAP YOUR FUCKING NECK”

welp actually he’s not always sweet with you, sometimes you two still argue about silly things using mixed languages but now everyone in the club knows better to just run away once it begins

because it’ll end up with you two fighting or you two kissing

yes im nasty and a disappointment bye

btw wonpil is excited af it’s almost like he’s dating you both

“it’s really nice seeing you two finally together!!!!!!! especially because jaehyung really couldn’t shut up about you ever since the first day you joined our music club”

“wait wha-”

“YOU SNAKE THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET FUCK OFF”

I’m so in love with park jaehyung y'all hsnshsbsh aNYWAYS!!! 100 blocks limit has lifted from tumblr app AYEEEEE

#day6 #jae #park jaehyung #day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #day6 fanfic #day6 reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #this is embarassing smh #bye

[hknojaems]

sun kissed pt. 4 ~ l.dh

(not related gif but i love 00 line lol)

YOOOO IT’S MY BIRTHDAYYYYYY

Thank you for the love and support this series has gotten, and as one of my birthday resolutions, i promise to upload more!

(this is quite short, and i apologize for that- but i will upload like i said, just for you guys (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧)

Word count: 755

you were forced to sit beside donghyuck (or haechan, as he preferred to be called- dinner talk was scarce, but informative) during dinner, and you didn’t know whether to be scared or excited- haechan didn’t look very pleased to be here, and the fact that he was sitting next to you didn’t help your anxiety either. you looked across to see soobin and jaehyun getting perfectly along with each other (despite jaehyun’s desperate mumble of “i don’t like kids,” just before they sat down for dinner), jaehyun feeding the tiny girl carrots as she smiled a toothy smile back up.

“so, uhm,,,, i saw you earlier, dancing to MJ- you like him?” haechan began nervously, looking at you hopefully.

this kid was adorable.

“yeah, i really do like MJ- thriller is the best for morning jams,” you gushed. haechan began to smile, and awkward small talk launched into a huge, animated conversation about memes, music choices and you filling haechan in on school gossip, after you learned he was going to the same school as you.

all throughout, he was smiling, and you loved it.

-

haechan wanted to take a picture of y/n’s face as soon a smile crossed it, various scenarios playing in his head of the two dating.

“-anyway, renjun is the only sane one apart from me in the group, the rest are all weirdos, especially chenle- ugh, i sometimes don’t know what goes through that kid’s head on a daily basis, nor do i want to know…” he tried his best to listen to what you were saying, he truly did, but your face talking animatedly to him was distracting, especially with a smile across it.

‘y/n, would you like to take donghyuck up to your room? you can show him your amazing view,” mrs jung spoke, her smile contagious. y/n gestured towards haechan, pulling him out of his admiring stupor. actually, it didn’t- he still fell up the stairs, much to y/n’s amusement.

as soon as he came into her room, he did a little mind celebration- her window was adjacent to his one, meaning they could talk at night (a/n: this sounds so cliche but roll with it)

“so, uhm, what do you like to do for fun?” y/n asked, startling haechan once again from his thoughts (no doubt of her).

“i love swimming and going down to the beach- but i’m obviously stuck in the city, so i’ll have to find something else to do,” he mumbled laying down on y/n’s bed, almost sinking through. haechan was a very strong willed person- he got what he wanted, and he stood up for what he believed in- and he had believed in staying in sunny, beach beautiful jeju, until his father stepped in. some forces were too powerful to be dealt with, and haechan hates him for it.

“well, there always is the pool down the road- did you see it?” he scoffed at the thought of a pool- chlorine and him didn’t mix, he only loved the crystal clear saline water back in his hometown. i miss you, morning swims. haechan looks up, and sees y/n a little offended, no doubt at his rejection.

“oh, no, don’t take it the wrong way,” he started, not wanting to see the pout on her face any longer, “it’s just i don’t mix with chlorine, that’s all-”

“why are you so good looking?” y/n blurts out all of a sudden, shocking the both of them. haechan rejoices inside, the feelings obviously mutual.

-

shit.

you fucked up, and fucked up majorly. well, it was bound to happen- haechan laying on your bed, the golden hour shining it’s way through your window, onto his face, making his brilliantly tan complexion even more golden than it was already, PLUS your no filter mouth- it equalled disaster. haechan looked at you shocked, and you were about to cry from embarrassment.

“i-i’m sorry, so sorry,” you blubbered, mind racing about how disgusted he might be at this point.

“i-i know i just met you, and the s-sun really hit you in this angle, and-” you weren’t able to finish your rushed apology, as haechan sat up and pressed his lips against yours, effectively shutting you up and melting you at the same time.

it was light, yet felt like the whole sun had transferred into that one kiss- but what did you expect from a sun kissed boy?

haechan pulled away, and you saw the admiration and joy in his eyes.

i’m so fucked.

#nct haechan #haechanet #haechan fanfic #lee donghyuck #jung jaehyun #nct jaehyun #nct imagines #nct fanfic #nct scenarios #nct dream imagines #nct lockscreen #nct renjun #nct jeno #nct donghyuck #nct chenle #nct jisung #nct taeyong #nct mark #nct jaemin #nct yuta #nct johnny #nct lucas #nct jungwoo #nct winwin #nct doyoung #nct ten #nct taeil #nct dream #nct u #nct dream scenarios

[forestwater87]

Things have been . . . weird since David visited. Like a veil's fallen that really should've stayed up.

Like it's just a matter of time before things all go to hell.

So this happened! It wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t have @raenbowsofficial​ beta-ing and @hopefullypessimistic84​ and @ciphernetics​ keeping me, as usual, from completely ripping this story into pieces and sobbing on the fragments. You have them to blame for this. (It was going to be much longer but then things got weird so I’m splitting it up. But next chapter we’re returning to camp, so yay!)

The chapter is also below the cut, in case you prefer reading stuff in Tumblr instead of AO3.

Also the title is shamelessly ripping from the Gwenniest song that has ever existed. It’s amazing and everyone should listen to it.

April 2017

"It's your birthdayyyyyy! You can't say you're just gonna do nothing!"

Gwen glanced up at Claire with a frown. She'd sort of assumed the ripped tank top and oversized boxers — as well as the fact that she was curled up in bed surrounded by two family-sized bags of Cheetos — spoke for her. "Right, but I just did."

Claire maneuvered the chaotic bedroom, plopping down on the foot of the bed (nearly squashing Platypus, who'd taken shelter under a pile of blankets). "But you're twenty-seven!"

"That's not an important year, Claire-bear. No one gives a shit about 27. Besides, I have work tomorrow."

She dismissed the thought with a wave. "It's a Thursday night, work doesn't matter." Her face turned serious, the kind of doe-eyed earnestness that reminded her painfully of David. "You've been moping ever since he left, Gwen. I just got used to seeing you happy."

Gwen rolled her eyes, trying not to be touched by her roommate's concern. "He didn't die," she muttered, "he went back home. It's fine. We're talking tonight." For like five minutes, because he had work. And that was fine, they'd planned for that, she knew he had to work himself ragged to live on his camp counselor's salary.

It didn't bother her.

"Come onnnn, Santa. Please let us take you out?" She pouted, and it was irritatingly adorable; Claire was a porcelain doll, all delicate features and fragile vulnerability that made it almost impossible to say no to her. (She never had to pay for things. It was so unfair.)

But fuck, Gwen hated socializing. "Maybe," she finally said, pulling her computer into her lap and pointedly turning her attention to Tumblr. "I'll check with David."

"I think it's a great idea!"

Gwen sighed. Of course he did. Not that he was the kind of guy who'd forbid her to go even if he didn't want her to, but that'd been her last possible excuse. "Are you sure? New York's dangerous, and I'll be drinking." She paused meaningfully. "Could be risky."

There was just the briefest hesitation. "I'm sure you'll be fine!" Another tiny pause, then David added, "You have Claire and Ana going with you, right?"

"Yeah." Not that she expected her roommates to be much help in an attempted kidnapping scenario, but if this stupid celebration bullshit was inevitable, she didn't want him worrying all night. He might accidentally get distracted and kill one of the people at the retirement home or something. "It'll be fine, I just don't wanna."

She couldn't see him, of course, but she could piece together an image: it was a Thursday afternoon, so he was probably getting ready to start his shift at the diner. Which meant he was dressed in his uniform: an ugly yellow polo and pale-green apron over his usual shorts, with the camp bandanna tied around his neck. He liked to walk when the weather was nice, and since she could hear the sounds of traffic and voices in the background she assumed he was on his way there now, bopping along through his storybook town with his goofy bounding gait.

He was smiling, of course he was smiling. He was almost always smiling.

"Well, it is your birthday, so you can do whatever you want! But . . . I don't want you to be lonely." Some of the brightness dropped out of his voice. "I'm sorry I won't be there."

Gwen snorted. "That's fucking stupid. It's just a day. You visited like two weeks ago, and you didn't even have to do that. It's fine." It was as much a reminder to herself as to him, because as selfish and unreasonable as it was to be disappointed, she couldn't help but feel a small pang that the one person she really wanted to see wouldn't be around.

God, the one person you wanna see? Melodramatic much?

Besides, he'd gotten her a present, even though they hadn't been dating long enough to warrant it. Sure, she'd given him a dorky green plaid Snuggie for his birthday, but that was a joke more than a real gift, because it was December and fit the whole weird nature-hipster vibe he had going on. (Okay, so he'd teared up and as far as she knew wore it more than any reasonable person should, but that was just how David was; she could've gotten him a $1 keychain and he would've had the same reaction.) The highlighter-pink butterfly knife he'd given her in return, besides being the single most David gift she could imagine — because what the fuck was she supposed to do with a giant-ass knife in the middle of Brooklyn? Was it in case an impromptu camping trip broke out on the subway? — was way nicer than she deserved.

"I think you'll have a lot of fun, Gwen. You should think about it." And the way he said it was so sincere and eager that she knew she had to go, because she couldn't let him down.

"I'm not promising anything," she said with a groan, kicking herself free of the mass of rumpled sheets that buried her bed and stumbling over to the closet. "Christ, now I have to find something to wear." She started rummaging through her closet, putting her phone on speaker so she could hunt. "We're looking for something that says 'I'm hot enough to be tagged in Facebook photos' but also 'if you try to touch me I'll rip your face off and use it as a cocktail umbrella.'"

David laughed, and the sound was like a burst of sunlight. "Just make sure you're safe! You have that knife —"

"What d'you think I'm using to cut off their faces?" Gwen snagged one of her what seemed like thousands of variations on the little black dress (god, she had a lot of slutwear, didn't she? Amazing how half her closet had become irrelevant now that she'd had a steady boyfriend for more than 6 months), a high-waisted flared miniskirt and a lacy black crop top. Sleeveless, but it went up to her neck and there was only a thin strip of midriff to worry about, so while it was a little light for the weather, it wasn't like she'd be spending much time outside. "There we go. Nice and skanky." She snorted and rolled her eyes, setting it aside and diving back into the mess for shoes. "I better not have to buy a single drink tonight, because I'm gonna look awesome."

"You're always beautiful!" She didn't respond, focused on finding a pair of heels that wouldn't make her want to chop her feet off by the end of the night, and after a few moments he asked, "Um . . . if — if you don't mind . . ."

"Hmm?" Gwen leaned back, inclining her ear toward the phone. David's voice had dropped, and she could barely hear him inside the closet.

"Nothing! I was . . . just wondering . . ." He chuckled awkwardly, and she could practically see him fidgeting with his bandanna. The dork. "If, well, before you go out, if you wouldn't mind t-taking a picture . . . of you, uh, all dressed up?"

Her mind filled in the blanks easily; she'd had enough practice speaking David to be pretty good at translating. "You fucking perv," she said with a laugh, grinning at his despairing squeak.

"I didn't — ! I mean, you don't ha-ave to, it's fine. Never mind." He sounded ridiculously bashful, and the image of him leaning against a streetlight or wall, bright red and stammering, was so vivid she felt a squeeze of something like homesickness constrict her chest, so intense it made her eyes sting.

"It's . . . hey, no problem, David." She cleared her throat, shaking her head to clear it. "If there's one thing I do well, it's take a hot selfie."

"You do lots of things well!"

For some reason the words, and the cheerful confidence with which he said them, made her wince. Which was obviously fucking stupid; she should just be happy someone was dumb enough to think that highly of her. "Go to work, you loser. You'll get in trouble if you're late, and I've got shit to do." She didn't, but she didn't want to be on the phone anymore either.

"Oh. Um, okay, of course!" He sounded just the tiniest bit off, just a pitch or two below his normal levels of happy, and she felt like a jackass for bumming him out like that. Why did she always have to bring the mood down with her whining? "Have a nice evening!"

"Y- . . ." Gwen paused, squeezing her eyes shut for a second and swallowing hard. "Yeah. You too. Bye."

She let the phone drop to the floor and returned to her bed.

An hour in and Gwen was convinced she should've stayed in bed. Three hours in, she started to wonder if she'd ever see her bed again.

It was around midnight, as she was considering abandoning her roommates to their own devices, that she felt a hand on her hip. It was large and warm, and for half a second she leaned into it before remembering that David was 6 hours away. "Hey." She kept her voice neutral because it was hard to tell who was just a normal creep and who was a "it puts the lotion on its skin" kinda creep, but she firmly took the stranger's wrist and plucked his hand off of her. "I have a boyfriend, but thanks."

As soon as she'd dropped his arm, shoving it toward him like pushing a boat away from the dock at camp, there was another on her shoulder, turning her to face him. He was cute, she supposed, in a very "my dad's a Republican" way, which wasn't her type: big and broad, dressed in artfully-distressed jeans, boat shoes, and a lilac button-down that matched his hair — hair that actually reminded her a little of David's, but that was where the similarities ended. This stranger was tan and muscled, with well-cared-for, uncalloused hands and thick square nails that weren't bitten short and ragged. There was none of David's nervous fluttery energy; she had a feeling this guy would never appear at the breakfast table with his shirt on inside-out because he was just too excited about starting the day to check his clothes.

He also might be an octopus. Gwen couldn't get far enough away to get a good look at his arms, but every time she moved one off of her another appeared — on her waist, in her hair, at her elbow, dangerously close to her ass. It seemed like way too many hands for one person.

"Wanna dance?" he asked, steamrollering over her. "Your boyfriend won't mind you dancing, right? We'll just dance as friends." Gwen opened her mouth to reply, but his hand planted on the small of her back in what seemed like a very unfriendly way. "You can't say no to making a new friend, right?"

"Hey." The voice came from behind her, deep enough to rumble in her chest, and the next thing she knew there was yet another hand on her, pulling her against his side. "Thought I'd lost you, babe." The stranger pecked her on top of the head, a quick kiss and a squeeze around her shoulders, then turned to the lavender bro and said, "See ya around" before dragging her toward the bar.

She wriggled free of the heavy arm constricting her neck. "The fuck're you doing?"

He smirked, leaning against the bar and ordering with just the lift of two fingers. "Saving you from that guy." He shrugged, gesturing to the stool next to him. "Never done the fake-boyfriend thing before, but I figured you'd appreciate being rescued."

Gwen paused. On the one hand, she'd most certainly wanted to get away, and there was something strangely romantic about someone swooping in and pretending to be her boyfriend like that. On the other hand, she was now with another total stranger, one who was showing no signs of helping her get a ride home, or find her friends, or . . . well, anything she'd expect from someone truly interested in aiding a drunk woman in distress. Things, she realized with a pang, David would do in a heartbeat. "Listen, that was . . . uh, nice of you, but I —"

"Have a boyfriend. I heard," he replied, sounding bored. As two beers were set in front of him, he pushed one of them in her direction without looking over. "They're craft, local. Only shit worth drinking." He glanced at her sideways, a dismissive flick of his eyes before returning to the dance floor. "Everywhere else serves cheap manufactured shit thinking the sorority girls buying it on their daddy's credit card are too dumb or wasted to know the difference. No offense."

She bristled, taking the drink. It tasted exactly like every other mediocre beer she'd had in a club, but she tried to look vaguely impressed, like she knew what he was talking about. "I'm twenty-seven," she muttered into the bottle. "I'm not a sorority girl. Not dumb either," she added belatedly, wincing at her own painful lack of cool. Not that it mattered if some douchebag with a bad haircut and thick-rimmed glasses thought she was cool, but it was . . . kind of a habit at this point, to try and prove herself.

"Huh. You seemed like the type, with that whole —" He gestured at her vaguely, "hot bimbo look. Trying to recapture the glory days?"

"No. I was never into that kinda thing." And she didn't know why she felt compelled to keep talking, except that something about being underestimated by this guy felt strangely familiar, and it really, really bothered her. "My friends dragged me here."

"Some friends." He snorted. "But yeah, same. Roommate's bachelor party. I've been reading out of protest." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, worn paperback copy of Breakfast of Champions. "Vonnegut. Recommendation: read the book, don't watch the movie."

Swoon. There was a part of Gwen that was very susceptible to this, a guy reading in a bar, noticing she was in distress and sweeping her away, all condescending half-compliments and a weird inexplicable magnetism.

He was her type, definitely. And yet . . .

She glanced away, biting back a giggle. Because the first thing that entered her mind was David's voice, concerned and alarmed and unintentionally devastating: "He shouldn't read in a place like this! He'll strain his eyes!" And the image of David, walking up to this stranger and accidentally ruining his bad-boy-intellectual persona by offering the flashlight he always kept on his keyring . . . well, it was ridiculous.

Almost as ridiculous as trying to read in the middle of a club. "I wrote my thesis on American satire." (Okay, no she hadn't, but "I took a class on it once" didn't sound as good. And for whatever stupid reason, she wanted to sound good.) "So thanks, I'll take that under consideration."

Gwen wasn't sure if she'd said that to make him leave or prolong the conversation, so she didn't know how to feel when his eyebrows flicked up, impressed. "No kidding? Did you notice how the story's structure mirrors the emptiness of human existe —"

"Sure did," she grumbled, taking another sip of her syrupy beer and trying to figure out what she was still doing in this conversation. She wasn't enjoying herself, and wasn't that the entire fucking point of a birthday? "Listen, thanks for the beer and everything, but . . ."

"The boyfriend." He rolled his eyes, leaning against the bar with a dramatic sigh. "You know, you're really not my type. I haven't been flirting with you at all, in fact." He peered at her over his thick glasses, a shock of floppy black hair falling into his reddish eyes. "Maybe I'm not the one you keep reminding."

"I —" That wasn't fair, she'd only mentioned David once. And what kind of arrogant jerk assumed someone was into them mid-rejection? But something about his tone of voice, his indifferent confidence despite being completely wrong, was oddly attractive. Like she'd been here before.

Like she'd be here again.

He was familiar, that was the thing. Almost comforting, the way Camp Campbell was comforting in its predictable shittiness. It wasn't new, it wasn't scary. If she kept flirting with him she could more or less see where it'd go — plus or minus the random fluttering hope that this one would work out, that she could change him, that she could save him. That he could save her.

He leaned in, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, a move she'd considered romantic up until this second. But if he was bothered by the way she jerked away he didn't show it, taking a sip from his beer with a bored shrug. "Just seems like you wouldn't be here talking to me if you were happy." He glanced at her sideways. "Let me guess, he's really nice."

The way he said that, sneered it like it was something to be embarrassed about, made her skin prickle. "Fuck off," she snarled, pushing away from the bar finally.

"Knew it." And he was so smug, in a way she would've melted for this time last year but now made her seriously tempted to deck him. "Some friendly advice, not-sorority girl: consider finding someone you deserve." He set his drink down, cupped her cheek with one hand. "Why waste a nice guy's time?"

And like he'd choreographed it his mouth was on hers before she could respond, and first she was just shocked but then she felt sick because he was right, he was an unwashed prick too stupid to know it was a bad idea to try and read in a dimly-lit bar but he'd nailed her relationship to the detail. He was wrong about the conclusion — he wanted her to think she was too good for David but it was the opposite, David was too good for her.

And . . . now he knew it.

David had visited her home, he'd met her family and seen her life and gotten front-row seats to what a disaster she was, so much of a mess she couldn't even make people related to her love her, and he knew how much work she'd be — and all of that was two weeks ago but for those two weeks she'd been waiting for the other shoe to drop, to pick up the phone and hear "maybe you shouldn't come back to camp this summer." Every time he had to work or call Julia or visit his mom it felt like an excuse to avoid her.

But that wasn't fair. If anything she was avoiding him: letting texts go unanswered, not picking up the phone immediately, looking for shifts when she knew he was free because if he couldn't talk to her he couldn't leave her. It was dumb, it was crazy and dumb and cruel but she was scared okay, guys like David scared her and guys who read in bars didn't. She wasn't afraid of guys who kissed her like they knew they were good at it, kissed her like they owned her instead of shaking from nerves or want or whatever it was that made David fall apart when she touched him. She wasn't afraid of guys who liked to watch her scramble to impress them because they were prepared to be disappointed, they looked forward to it because it proved them right, they didn't have expectations for her to fall short of they didn't put her on a pedestal they didn't have a look in their eyes, like she was special and beautiful and worthwhile, that she was so afraid to lose it kept her up at night. She didn't have to be afraid of guys who looked down on her because she knew what she was getting, and so did they: they expected an insecure defensive girl who sometimes cried for no reason and sometimes couldn't force herself out of bed, and so she didn't have to lie and pretend to keep it together, because if she did those things she wasn't letting them down, she was just doing what they expected and they'd respond the way she expected and nobody was unpleasantly surprised.

And if she was going to fail David, if eventually he'd just come to see what her parents did and her brothers did and Campbell did and everyone who'd ever dated her did . . . then what was the point in wasting his time?

"See what I mean?" he whispered, pulling back just far enough to move his lips. His breath smelled like beer with an undertone of cigarette smoke, acrid and familiar. One hand traced up her thigh, stopping at the hem of her skirt.

She smiled, because she did.

"Gwen?" Audree's voice was bleary, sleep-sluggish; of course it was, Gwen was on her doorstep at one in the morning and Audree worked insane hours, she was a professional, she didn't have time for stupid childish relationship bullshit.

But here she was, shivering in the unseasonably cold weather with her numb lips nearly kissing a small black intercom. Because she didn't have any close friends and her roommates were too drunk and her mom would never understand and David — she couldn't talk to David.

Like always, Gwen needed her big sister.

"I . . ." She paused, trying to figure out how to explain herself. "Audree, I . . ."

That was as far as she got before she started crying.

"Fuck, Gwennie, hold on." There was a shrill, unpleasant buzzing at her ear, and she'd barely pushed open the door to the apartment building when Audree burst into view, careening around the stairs and nearly knocking Gwen down. "Are you okay?" Audree asked, taking her by the shoulders and looking her up and down. Her jaw tightened; Gwen didn't know what she looked like, but after 45 minutes of sobbing in the back of an Uber it probably wasn't pretty. "What happened? Who —"

"S'fine," she choked out, pushing Audree away and wiping at her face. "No one — it was me, I . . ."

Audree led her up to the apartment, settling her down on the couch before taking a seat in the chair opposite, putting her chin in her hands and watching Gwen with a laser-focused intensity that would've been unnerving if she wasn't used to it. (Her sister's resting expression went beyond "bitch face" into "American Psycho face," which made her a great lawyer and a terrible comforter.) She didn't say anything, just waited with those searching teal eyes cataloging everything about her, like she was already preparing her testimony against whoever'd hurt her baby sister. "Yes, Your Honor, she arrived at exactly 1:15 am. She didn't seem to have any visible bruises but she was crying . . ."

"Nobody hurt me," she finally muttered, staring down at her stupid slutty shoes, shoes she'd only worn because she'd once bullied David into admitting he had a thing for red heels. All that effort for a stupid fucking picture. "I'm just . . . shitty." Audree made a soft encouraging sound, a quiet noncommittal hum, a "I minored in social work and want you to open up at your own pace" noise that worked on witnesses and it worked on her. "I, uh, kissed this guy. I mean, he kissed me but I kinda knew he would and he was a dick and I probably could've, like, stopped him but I didn't." Her fingers were shaking. Why were her fingers shaking? "He, he w-wanted to — I mean he didn't ask but I could tell he was gonna and I was scared of what I'd say because what if I said yes? And I freaked out and left and I di- hhhidn't know where to go so I came here." She winced, realizing how selfish that was. "Sorry to wake you up."

For a minute Audree was quiet. "So do you like this guy or . . ."

Gwen made a sound that was somewhere between a scoff and a sob. "What? No."

"So you feel guilty because you didn't successfully fend off a creep before he assaulted you?" Almost immediately she added, "Fuck, sorry Gwennie, I promise I'm not lawyering you, I'm just a cunt sometimes. I didn't mean it like that, lemme try again." She took an exaggerated deep breath. "You were talking to a guy, and you think he was hitting on you and you . . . flirted back?"

"Not really." Sure, it was sometimes hard to tell where the line between "go fuck yourself tee hee" and "go fuck yourself before I stab you in the eye with this straw" was, but she had trouble imagining how (outside a bad romance novel) she could've been flirting. "I told him I had a boyfriend. But he said — he said I shouldn't be with a guy like David!"

"Riiiiiight, but this guy was an asshole. And he was wrong about you wanting him to kiss you."

"Well . . ." Audree was mostly right. What Gwen wanted was to be in David's ridiculously grandmotherly apartment, curled up under the bright pink blanket he'd knitted in high school and listening to him try to teach her Pokémon. Yet that didn't explain the strange attraction she'd had to the arrogant creep, the familiarity.

She hadn't wanted that stranger to kiss her, not exactly. But something about it had felt right.

"Listen, Gwen, there's nothing wrong with wanting to kiss someone, because, y'know, you're not dead." She leaned forward, fixing her with that iron stare that was half "trust me, I'm your sister and I love you" and half "eagle watching a mouse." (Great lawyer. Terrible comforter.) "Hell, there's nothing wrong with flirting either. What I don't get is why some douchebag's opinion matters so much."

Neither did she, exactly. "He reminded me of . . ." Well jeez, she could start listing names but they'd be there all night, "of some of the guys I've dated."

Audree quirked one eyebrow. "Even more reason not to listen to him."

"I know, but —" Audree's apartment was warm, she could afford real heat. It was warm and comforting and she was safe, so why were her fingers still shaking? "He was my type."

She pressed her lips together. "You know what I think about your type, Gwennie." This was a conversation they'd had a few (hundred) times before. "You deserve better."

"Why?"

And there it was. Like something in her chest had snapped, words came spilling out in a rush. "I'm not a good person, Dree. I don't have anything going for me, so in what fucking universe do I deserve better? And okay, maybe I could find a nice guy, but not David. He . . . he deserves someone sweet and pretty and h-happy and not . . ."

Broken.

It sounded so melodramatic, but she was. Because whole people weren't paralyzed by their own self-loathing, they didn't try ruin things before they could even get started, they didn't kiss smoke-flavored strangers in bars because they loved their boyfriend too much and were terrified of that.

"He loves kids, and I don't. We don't — don't have anything in common, and sometimes . . . I don't know what we have going for us except, y'know, stuff he doesn't have to get from me."

Audree wrinkled her nose. "Not an image I needed, sis." She grimaced and said, "Fuck, I'm being an asshole again, sorry," moving so she was sitting on the couch next to her and pulling her into an awkward half-hug. (None of the Santos clan were very good at hugging, something Gwen hadn't really noticed until she'd gotten used to David's.) "You don't think you're right for him?"

Gwen didn't think she was right, period. "I just think he . . . if he knew better, he wouldn't waste his time on me."

"Isn't that kinda his decision?"

She shrugged, leaning her head into the soft black cloud of Audree's hair. "But he's new to all this. Isn't my terrible dating experience good for something?"

"Yes," Audree said firmly. "It means you know what not to do. You know how people can make each other feel like shit, and you can do the opposite."

Gwen made a face. "I'm not . . . good at that kinda thing. The being-nice thing."

"Look who you're fucking talking to. But don't you wanna try?" She pulled back, her expression expectant and pitying. "It seems like you think he deserves that."

She couldn't meet her sister's eyes, so she picked at the carpet's upholstery. "You sound like David's mom. She's all smart and has her shit together too."

"Oh?" Audree's eyes lit up, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Single mother, right? Bit of a cougar?"

Gwen picked up a pillow and hit her with a snort of disgust. "No, you don't get to hit on his mom! I mean, you're probably never gonna meet her, because shit'll go wrong way before then, but still. Leave her alone."

"Oh, Gwen." Her smile softened, and she snuggled closer to slip an arm around Gwen's shoulders. "Someday you're gonna believe you deserve the good things that happen to you. And I'm gonna be there to say I told you so."

She laughed, the sound weak and hollow even to her. "Well now it has to happen, because you're never wrong." She sighed, adjusting Audree's arm so it was less stiff and uncomfortable. "He should be with someone like you," she muttered finally. "Someone hotter and without all the, like, bitterness and failure."

"Nuh-uh. David's cute, but have you seen women?" Gwen tried to smile, but she was exhausted all of a sudden. "You need to talk to him, y'know, about all this shit. Because I mean, I don't know the guy, but he didn't look like he has a fucking clue you're thinking any of this."

Audree was probably right. She usually was. But the last thing Gwen wanted to do was explain to David in painstaking detail all the reasons he deserved so much better than her, especially when he was probably already beginning to put the pieces together himself. (How could he not, after seeing how she lived?) "Yeah, probably."

"That's the best I'm getting, huh?" Audree ruffled her hair and climbed to her feet, stretching. "It's way too late for you to go home. Your room's waiting for you."

"It's not my room," Gwen grumbled, following Audree into the guest room and accepting the pajamas her sister found for her.

She grinned. "It could be." When Gwen didn't respond, she frowned and leaned against the wall. "Come on, at least think about moving in."

"I told you, I can't afford this. I couldn't even pay a quarter of the rent, so I dunno why you're even bothering." She did, of course; her sister was a good person, and she worried.

"I pay full rent on this place anyway, I don't need you chipping in anything. And it's not charity," she added as Gwen opened her mouth, "I wanna live with you."

She knew better than to ask why (no one needed a middle-of-the-night lecture on self-esteem), but they both knew she was thinking it. "I have Platypus, though."

"I love that little fucker, so don't even try to use him against me." Giving up, she pecked Gwen on the temple. "Fine, go to sleep. Just . . . I want you to move in because I like spending time with you. I think David does, too. It's okay if you're all you have to offer, all right? It's good enough."

Gwen was going to make fun of her, ask her what stupid self-help book she'd found that in. But her throat was a little tight, so she just nodded. "Thanks, Dree. Night."

"Night, Gwennie. It's gonna be fine, okay?"

She wanted to believe that.

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