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nptnewr · 11 months

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The Dog Days are Over

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader Soulmate AU

Chapter 2

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Pronouns Used: They/Them

Summary: It’s a short time off for task force 141 when Ghost bumps into you at your bookshop. It sends a spark through both of you, but Ghost quickly shrugs it off and leaves. However, when he gets back to base, ready to sleep before a new mission he feels a body next to him in bed. He immediately grabs a knife only to find out it’s you with wide eyes and a trembling body.

Word Count: 1.7k

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Warnings: Typical COD MW2 Dialogue & Violence | Slow Burn | Soap makes a few innuendos | If I have missed any let me know!

Ghost sighs heavily as he slowly gets off of your chest where he held his blade. You’re still shaking as he removes himself from you. Reaching out to the left, Ghost turns on the lamp on his bedside table, lighting up the entire room. He’s now thanking whatever God is out there that he wears his balaclava while he sleeps.

“Now is probably the worst time to ask, but what’s your name?” Ghost wasn’t sure who could be more embarrassed in this situation.

You gave Ghost your name, trying to keep your voice from shaking and redeem your dignity.

“Ghost,” You whisper out, trying not to invoke the man in front of you any more than you already have.

“Yeah?” He looks at his door which he makes sure is closed before he looks back at you.

“What do I do? Are we still close to my bookstore, the one you visited yesterday?” Ghost’s piercing gaze and lack of a shirt cause you to look down at your hands as you ask.

Ghost lets out a grunt and nods his head firmly twice.

“‘Bout an hour out from the city. I’ll get dressed, check if everyone’s in their quarters, then I can drive you wherever you need.” You nod your head at Ghosts’ words, thankful that he would be willing to do that.

“Thank you, Ghost.” You sigh, slipping out from his bedsheets.

Ghost coughs, getting your attention and that’s when you realize what you are wearing. A loose tank top with sleeping shorts that have ridden up too far for comfort. You look away from him as you quickly fix yourself, hoping he doesn’t notice your embarrassment.

“Do you have something I can wear, in case we run into someone?” You look back at Ghost with pleading eyes.

“I’ve got something, sit on my bed while I grab it.”

You take a seat on Ghosts’ bed while he stands up and begins to rummage through the drawers of the small dresser in front of his bed. While he rummages, you take a good look around his room. It’s plain other than the light blue paint that covers the walls and a single photo that sits on the bedside table. The photo looks to be of a group of men, Ghost looks to be in the middle of the photo looking as stoic as always with a mask covering his face.

“Put these on.” Ghost chucks a sweatshirt and sweatpants at you.

Both of the items have an insignia on them, but you can’t figure out what it stands for. You stand up from the bed sliding on the sweatpants and shirt over your sleeping clothes. Looking at Ghost, you notice that he already has put on a shirt and pants. You watch him grab the knife he had from the bed, putting it into his pant pocket before heading towards the door of his room.

“Not a word until I tell you to come with me, ya’ hear?” Ghost speaks lowly.

You nod your head, standing beside the bed as you watch Ghost take a step outside of the room for a second. You have no idea what to do at this point. Not only will you possibly teleport to your soulmate now, but a soulmate who is in the military. You don’t know the branch, or what he does, what if you end up on the battlefield in pajamas one day?

The door opening breaks you out of your thoughts as a man walks through. However, it is not Ghost and your heart falls to your feet as you see he is fully geared up looking like he’s ready to head to war.

“You aren’t Ghost are ya?” The man’s eyes widen and he chuckles. “Did Ghost finally bring someone for a good time?”

You stand in shock unsure of what to do for a second before you see Ghost show up behind the man.

“Johnny! Get outta my room, how many times do I have to tell ya?” Ghost pushes past the man, Johnny.

“I was just speaking to your…friend here, they’re quite shy, aren’t they? Have a good night last night?” Johnny’s eyebrow lifts as his mouth shapes into a smirk.

“Piss off and leave me alone, I’m just takin’ them home now.” You notice Ghost doesn’t seem too bothered by Johnny, just more annoyed with him than anything.

Johnny ignores Ghost and enters the room, walking up to you with a smile. You notice his hair seems to be shaved on both sides giving him a mohawk of sorts on his head. He holds his hand out to you.

“My name’s Johnny, but you can call me anytime.” You try not to roll your eyes as you give him a small smile and shake his hand giving him your name in return.

Looking over at Ghosts’ death glare at Johnny, you decide not to engage with him anymore.

“As lovely as it was to meet you Johnny, Ghost has to take me home. You see I didn’t come here on my own I actually-”

“They wanted my help with their college project on the military so I agreed to help them. They’ve been asking me questions all night, and now it’s time for me to drive them home. Not a word to this to anyone or I make you run laps until your heart collapses.”

Ghost grabs your hand, causing a spark to run down your hand. He shoves Johnny out of his way as he grabs his keys off of the bedside table before leaving his room. You look up at Ghost to see his eyes have returned to their natural stoic look. As you two continue to walk through several hallways, you notice that he hasn’t moved his hand away from yours.

Rounding a rather large room, you notice the amount of military-grade trucks, cars, and even tanks located in this space. You pause your walking for a moment to take in all of the machines in front of you. Ghost stops moving when he feels your hand pull him back. That’s when he notices your amazement.

“It’s a lot, right? Does it scare you?” Ghost looks down at you.

“No, it’s just so much, you guys must be special to have all of this equipment.” Ghost scoffs at that.

He wishes you never saw any of this, he leads you along hoping you can forget this has ever happened. When he finds his truck in the parking deck, he opens the door allowing you to get in first before he heads around to the driver’s seat.

You settle into your seat in his truck, making sure to buckle in before Ghost starts the engine. Looking out of the window, you can see the large military base get smaller and smaller as Ghost drives away from the location. You tell him the location of your flat and the two of you sit in silence for a minute.

Ghost calls out your name softly, the humming of the truck making it hard for you to hear him.

“Yes?” You look over to see Ghost’s face glued to the road in front of him.

“We need to talk about this.” You keep your eyes on him waiting for him to speak first.

“Look, I don’t know anything about soulmates, never grew up learning that kind of shit. Never found soulmates interestin’. Yet, I found a soulmate without even lookin’ for you. I had no idea soulmates could do…this.” Ghost makes a noise that almost sounds like a laugh.

“So, you never learned about how soulmates worked. Like teleporting or the first touch, none of it?” You’re genuinely shocked to hear that someone didn’t know that much.

“I’ve heard about the first touch, in passing many guys at the base would be talking about their first touch. When I felt it, I thought that would be it. Turns out there’s something called teleporting. Feels like I’m in a fuckin’ movie.” Ghost sighs.

“When you touch your soulmate, like we did, you gain a connection with them. It’s a connection far deeper than love, it’s like your soul becomes intertwined with theirs. When that happens, there is something called teleporting, some people call it jumping. It usually happens when one soulmate is feeling an intense emotion. I’m not sure why it happened to us at night.” You slumped back a little trying to figure out how it happened.

Ghost knew exactly why it happened, he remembered his nightmare well enough to know his emotions were highly elevated.

“No idea, maybe you were having some sorta’ dream, yeah?” Ghost tries to make his question sound convincing.

“That’s probably what it was!” You smile, glad to have solved the puzzle.

“No hold on, don’t get too excited. I still have somethin’ very important to talk to you about.” Ghost stopped at a red light and face you, his mask hiding all but his eyes. “I can’t tell you ‘bout my job, but I think you could see for yourself that I don’t own something as cute as a bookstore like you. If you end up ‘jumping’ as you called it into a battlefield…I just can’t handle that.”

You’re eyes widen in terror as you think about that scenario again. How the fuck could you survive a battlefield? The light turns green, Ghost moves his head back to the road, but he still glances over at you.

“Well,” You breathe deeply. “How do the other soldiers figure it out?”

“I don’t know, I will have to ask one of my superiors tomorrow. Thanks to you, I will have to miss my mission with my team tomorrow, so that gives me time.” Ghosts’ grip on the steering wheel tightens.

“Okay, before I leave, do you want my number? Not that we have to see each other or anything, but just so you can let me know what they decide to do with you.” You laugh softly, trying to lift the mood.

“Sure.” Ghost pulls his truck in front of your flat, placing it in park before handing you his phone.

You notice quickly as you go to his contacts that there are only five people in his contacts and no recent calls. It makes you realize how serious his job probably is if all he has is a buner phone. You place his phone back in his hand before opening the door of his car.

“Thank you, Ghost.” You hop down to the concrete below.

“Simon.” You barely hear the name.

“Who?”

“My name. It’s Simon.”

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mayajadewrites · 3 months

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I Wish I Hated You (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

summary: You don't do second chances. Especially after you gave your heart to Levi Ackerman, and he decided to throw it away so the next person has to repair the damage. Will Levi put his ego aside and finally admit his feelings for you are far deeper than you imagined? Or is a second chance out of the question?

warnings: eventual smut, this is a slow burn

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C H A P T E R O N E: G R I E F

this fanfic is inspired by ariana grande's new album: specifically the songs 'I wish I hated you', 'we can't be friends', and 'eternal sunshine'. enjoy! let me know what you think, comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated!

You wish you hated him.

The walls you let down to let him in - they need to be rebuilt brick by brick from his damage.

Levi Ackerman.

You should've known it would end up this way. After 2 years of dating, Levi didn't want to ever get married, let alone have you move in with him. He had his house, you had yours. You slept over most of the time anyways, so what was the difference?

Your lives are entirely different. Levi is the President of Smith Inc, along side his best friend Erwin Smith, who is the CEO. He has a large home, housekeepers, and spotless counters. You live in an apartment that's not ideal, but it's home. You've always had to work two jobs to stay afloat, even when Levi offered to give you money. You refused because you wanted to make your own income and not rely on anyone. You work at a coffee shop full time and you accept online writing gigs. Levi never understood why you cared so much about making your own money, but he accepted it.

As you sit on your full size bed in your favorite sweatsuit, tears start to fall from your eyes. You look at your nightstand and see a small framed photo of you and Levi from his birthday last year. He doesn't like to celebrate it since it's on Christmas, but you refused to not acknowledge his birthday. You bought a tea tasting set from his favorite tea shop and set up a paint and sip at your house, but with tea.

In the photo is you and Levi, where he's sipping tea out of his favorite cup that stays at your house, and you're smiling from ear to ear. Tears fell onto the glass, covering Levi's face. You use the pad on your thumb to wipe the tear away as you put the photo in your drawer.

Levi dropped off a box of your belongings while you were at work yesterday, leaving them on your dining table. He still had a key since you haven't heard the heart to ask for it back. Your entire life with Levi was in that box.

Your heard the vibration of your phone on your desk, the noise irritating you. It's been going off for a few hours, but you haven't had the mental capacity to answer it.

You walked over to your desk, secretly hoping it was Levi that was trying to get in touch with you.

Missed Call from Hange: 4

Of course its Hange. She means well, but she if nothing is persistent.

You press 'call back' and bring the phone to your ear.

"Finally!" You heard Hange on the other side of your phone. "I've been worried sick about you."

Hange works for Smith Inc, but she quickly became a friend to you after Levi reluctantly introduced you.

"I'm fine." You look down at your nails that are in desperate need of a manicure.

"That's code for I'm not fine at all and Levi Ackerman broke my heart."

You stayed silent.

"He's in a weird mood today. Like, way meaner than usual."

"Okay..." You waited for something else to be said. "Is that why you called me? To tell me he's acting weird?"

"Well I called you 4 times to make sure you were alive. I know Levi dropped off stuff to you yesterday, I heard him talking to Erwin about it."

"What did he say?" You were more interested than you wanted to be. You shouldn't care about the man who made your entire world shatter.

"He said that he went in your apartment and was expecting more of a mess, but that it was impeccably clean."

You roll your eyes so far back you swear you could see the past. "I picked up a few cleaning tips from him so I clean more often now."

"He also said he wanted to see if there was any trace of another man being in there."

"That would be none of his business. It's been a month since we broke up. He should know me well enough to know I wouldn't even let a man in my home that fast."

"He specifically said he wants to be the only man that's ever in your apartment."

This statement surprises you. The only man? He let you let him go. He had no problem letting the last 2 years obliterate into the universe. "Well that's not gonna happen. What's done is done, and I don't do second chances. I'll get the key back from him."

"You can try." Hange laughs. "Anyways, lets get drinks after work! I know you're off today."

You wince at the thought of getting ready and leaving your house. "Hange."

"Come on. I've let you rot in your bed for a month."

"Fine." You sigh. "Our usual spot?"

"You got it. See you soon!" Hange swiftly hung up. Everyone needs a friend like Hange - one that will let you sulk but will bring you back out of the dark place you were in.

Once 5pm hit, you grabbed your purse and looked at yourself in the full length mirror. You opted for a cropped white sweater, subtly ripped jeans and leopard loafers. Your hair was styled in lose waves that cascaded halfway down your back. You sighed looking at yourself, unfamiliar with the reflection. You've been depriving yourself of self care, letting your mind be consumed with thoughts of Levi: Why did he let you leave him? Did he ever care for you? Did he ever love you?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a text from Hange.

Hange: I'm heading over now!

You: Me too.

You pull up to the bar - watching Hange's car pull up at the same time. "Hi gorgeous!" She practically jumped on you. "You clean up so nice!"

"Thanks, Hange. This is the first time I've gotten actually dressed in weeks."

You and Hange share laughs and drinks, finally letting yourself let loose. After being so consumed by your own thoughts, it's nice to let your mind be at ease with the help of alcohol.

You're on your 3rd drink when you watch the door open to the bar and you see the raven haired man that destroyed your life.

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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The Lonely Hearts Club: Part One

Summary: You decide to press pause on your relationship with Andrew Barber. Too bad your hotshot attorney of an ex-boyfriend doesn't understand the meaning of the word. Takes place directly after the events in Photo Shoot Faux Pas. Read Part Two!

Warnings: Angst, Break-ups, Cursing, Andy Being a Menace, Insecure Reader, Eventual Smut, Manhandling, Punishments, Minors DNI

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! This multi-part fic will feature a combination of requests from the likes of @writer84, @lexivass, @moejdaw, as well as several other anonymous readers. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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“Come on, girl. You can do this.”

“Yeah, but maybe…” You trail off as you approach Andy’s front door. Fishing the key out of your pocket, you insert it into the lock. Thanks to your shaking hands, it actually takes a few seconds longer than it probably should. “Maybe I oughta wait.”

“Babe.” Your friend blows out a breath, the noise coming across the other line like static. “We’ve been over this like a dozen times already. Today is just another day; it’s no different from any other.”

Your friends had been quick to remind you that Valentine’s Day didn’t really matter. At its core, it was nothing more than a cheap gimmick big corporations used to upsell mediocre chocolate and subpar rom-coms. Right?

“I know, I know.” There really wasn’t much more you could say beyond that. Not after the two of you had painstakingly broken down every detail of this very scenario just last night. During which time you also managed to consume several bottles of wine.

You’d been all up in your feelings from the moment you’d arrived at your best friend’s house. And Sara had spent a good hour sitting with you on her living room floor, gently rocking you back and forth while you quietly sobbed into her sweater.

Andy hated it when you cried. But when you did, he was always so good at using his big body to comfort you – to calm you down. He’d been the one that you’d really wanted last night. You’d been so tempted to call him, even before the alcohol had started flowing.

However, all your girls had said “no”. And when they couldn’t get you to listen to reason, they’d instructed Sara to remove the temptation by swiping your phone and hiding it away. At the time you’d been highly upset. But now you were grateful for their interference. Because this was something you had to do.

Provided that you could make yourself stick with the fucking plan.

“Are you in yet?” Sara asks, her voice briefly snapping you back into the present.

“I am. I–I’m just gonna leave it on the table. Along with the muffins.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace for the sound you’re pretty sure is about to viciously assault your eardrums in three…two…one…

Here it comes.

“YOU BOUGHT HIM FUCKING MUFFINS?!” She screeches, her tone rife with stunned exasperation. “Are you being serious right now?!”

Yes, you did that. It didn’t seem right to just drop the note and run. At least not without leaving a little something else to go with it, apparently in the form of cinnamon spice crunch.

“Don’t judge me, bitch. This shit is hard enough as it is.” You growl into the receiver, setting the box of delicious smelling baked goods onto his kitchen counter. “I just wanna make sure he has something to tide him over until we – until we, um…” Gripping the edge of a chair, you force yourself to take a series of deep breaths.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.” Your friend immediately backpedals. But it doesn’t matter. It’s not like you can hear her anyway over the sound of the distant roaring in your ears. “I know this is hard, honey. But you’ve got to pull it together.”

This whole thing was making you feel ill.

Fuck! Like it or not, she was right. The last thing you wanted to do was start crying again. Because you knew if you allowed yourself to break down here, it would be impossible to stop. And that’s exactly where you could not afford to let Andrew Stephen Barber to find you right now.

Standing in the middle of his kitchen, openly crying. Desperately wanting to be held by the one man who had the power to shatter you into a million glittering pieces with nothing more than a simple touch.

And while that might seem a bit dramatic, it also didn’t make it any less true. Which meant that you needed to get out there, fast. You couldn’t allow yourself to forget that you really did have somewhere else to be. Standing up straight, you tuck Andy’s house key into the folded up piece of paper and then place it on top of the muffins.

Time to go.

Turning on your heel, you make a beeline for the exit. Hopefully you’d feel better once you were on the road. As you leave, you make a mental note to worry about everything else later. Until then, you just had to focus on the now.

“Fuck!” You hiss as the door slams closed behind you.

“What? Is Andy home? Did he –” You cut her off, feeling frustrated even as the sickly-sweet taste of regret threatens to claw its way up your throat.

“No. I just forgot to grab that stupid fucking album is all.” With a huff, you jog over to your car. “And it’s not like I can go back in for it or anything since I left him his key. Fuuuuck!” You close the driver’s side door before turning on your vehicle and putting it in gear.

“Girl, who gives a shit!” Sara snorts, clearly relieved that your activities weren’t interrupted. “Look at it this way, whether you like it or not, you just gave that ungrateful bastard something to remember you by.”

Good point, Sara. That’s exactly why she had been designated as your emotional support person for this entire emotionally draining escape.

“True.” Time to focus on the road. If traffic cooperated, you had just enough time to get yourself to your next destination without risking getting a ticket.

Not that that mattered much anymore. The days of anyone giving a shit about your potentially reckless activities were most likely a thing of the past. Oh well. You looked forward to no longer having to stock up on aloe. Yeah, the price of that stock was about to go way down.

A tiny giggle bubbles up, escaping before you can stop it.

“Are you okay, Y/N? I know that was rough back there, but I really think you did the right thing. Plus, I’ve been updating everyone on the group chat, and they all agree.” You resolve to check the thread later so that you can provide everyone with an update.

See that Andy Bear? This whole damned thing had been workshopped from start to finish. You can’t possibly accuse me of being impulsive now. You let out another burst of laughter, this one sounding a touch more hysterical than the last.

“Also, Rhea really wants to know where you got those friggin’ muffins…”

“Tell her I’ll message her with the name of the bakery later.” You merge onto the highway as you head towards downtown. “Thanks for all your help today, Sara. Couldn’t have done it without you girls.”

“Hey boo – you know we love Andy’s fine ass. We just happen to love your ass a hell of a lot more. Now drive safe and text us when you land.” You know she’s telling the truth. All of your girls were pretty darn fond of your man, but you were their girl first. And their loyalty was to you.

Something for which you were exceedingly grateful.

“You got it – talk soon.”

You end the call before settling in for the remainder of the drive. Not wanting to be alone with your thoughts, you quickly decide to turn on the radio – only to be surprised when Mariah Carey’s “We Belong Together” begins playing over the speakers.

“Wow.” You whisper with a shake of your head. “That is so not fair.”

Sometimes the gods possessed a real fucked up sense of humor.

Your bottom lip quivers as the lyrics hit home, hot tears blurring your vision. You let out an audible sniffle before dashing at them with your sleeve. But you don’t change the station. And you no longer try to stem the flow. Instead you finally give yourself over to the pain that was your heart breaking – piece by piece.

You’d talk to Andy in a couple of weeks. He’d give you space. He’d give you time. And if he didn’t want to work things out when it was all said and done…then you would have to find a way to live without him. And you would find a way.

But first, you had a plane to catch. And then you were gonna get yourself a margarita and – no – scratch that.

Make that a bottle of tequila.

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Five hours later…

Andy shoulders his way into his house from the garage, absentmindedly toeing off his shoes as he sorts through his mail.

Bill. Bill. Junk. A Postcard from his Dentist. Another bill. And more junk.

With a grunt, he tosses the stack of unwanted papers onto the table. And then he spies the pink box resting on the counter. A smile curves its way across his handsome lips when he realizes that you must’ve stopped by at some point during the day.

But he does find it rather odd that you wouldn’t have let him know. Sure, it was Valentine’s Day, but the two of you weren’t supposed to get together until this weekend.

Still smiling, Andy makes his way over to the box of treats, humming a little tune as he goes. While he had a feeling something was going on with you lately, he’d simply chalked it up to stress. But he also knew that once he got you in his bed and settled himself between those gorgeous thighs, it was only a matter of time before he’d have you speaking in tongues…

Which would hopefully lead to you spilling your pretty little guts. So that he could finally try to fix whatever it was that kept making you seem so sad.

He picks up the note, his head tilting to the side as he tries to make sense of the meaning behind your interesting dessert choice. Confused, he decides to read your message. With a sigh, he unfolds the piece of paper. Only to be caught off guard when a key falls out and onto the surface below, the sharp clatter making him jump.

“What the fuck?” He snarls as his eyes quickly scan the tear-stained piece of paper. “No. Oh no, baby girl…fuck no…”

He could not fucking believe what he was reading.

Andrew grips the edge of the counter as his legs threaten to give out underneath him. However, it’s not until the fourth reread that it all finally clicks into place.

You'd just tried to break-up with him. On fucking Valentine’s Day of all fucking days. But if you thought that leaving him a “Dear John” letter and a box of muffins before running off to god-knows-where was going to be the end of it, then well…the joke was on you. Because there was no way in hell he was ready to let you go. At least not without one hell of fight.

"Alright." A dark chuckle escapes as he crumples the note in fist. Part of him wished that he still carried a lighter so that he could go outside and burn your fucking letter. “But make no mistake, sweetness, we’re not done here.”

However, Andrew Barber could be patient until he saw you again. He’d give you a couple days to get your mind right. But when he found you – and he would – he wasn’t going to stop until he had you back in his life and in his bed, right where you fucking belonged.

You could count on that shit.

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male-us-prison-experience · 3 days

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THE SPECIAL SHACKLE-SHUFFLE IN PRISON STRIPES (PART I)

Many new prisoners have to wear their future striped prison uniform already in the courtroom, and also appear before the judge in heavy shackles. 'Full restraints' are often prescribed for every suspect, certainly during transport from jail to court, but also often during the trial, to prevent aggression or a panicky escape attempt after the judge has imposed a significant number of years of incarceration. Sometimes the cuffs are limited to handcuffs and leg-irons that are then connected to each other by a vertical chain, as in the first photo above.

The two most common versions of full restraints are the belt and the belly chain, both combined with separate leg-irons (sometimes a connection chain to the shackles however might be added for extra security, but it's not an integral part of the system as such).

The latter is the system shown here in both the next pics. With such a belly chain, the handcuffs are attached to a chain that goes around the prisoner's waist and is locked somewhere at the back with a padlock, out of reach of the prisoner. The handcuffs can consist of two separate ones on the side (the five inmates on the pic underneath), or of a set of police cuffs in the middle of the front (the two inmates on the pic above), in the second case regularly extra secured with a so called black box. About that special system and about the belly chain in general another time. As you can see, all inmates in each case are wearing exactly the same striped uniform (two-piece above, jumpsuit underneath) and are exact;y shackled the same way. In prison all inmates are equal.

In the case of a leather belt, the handcuffs almost always form a set that is attached to the belt in the middle front. Only very occasionally do you come across photos in which a handcuff is attached to a D-ring on both sides. This can be seen in a photo that I reblogged a little earlier. Here is another one; underneath it is a good pic of an inmate wearing the belt with handcuffs in front, so the usual way.

Such a restraint-belt is in fact a turned leather belt, now with the buckle at the back. The new front has a very sturdy D-ring, through which the belt just fits. On the inside of the belt, the straight vertical bar of the D is held in place by an additional piece of leather, which is stapled to the belt with rivets. This means that the D-Ring is firmly secured and cannot be moved to the left or right, and this also applies to the handcuffs attached to it. Even in the unlikely event that the wearer manages to tear off that stapled piece of leather, the D-Ring remains connected the belt, as its vertical bar is at the inside.

Here are some pics of my new belt, outside and inside:

Then the handcuffs. These are not attached to the front of the D-ring, they also go through it. Very simple: after the first handcuff has been clicked around the prisoner's wrist, the second handcuff is pulled through the ring while still open and then clicked around the other wrist. Because an arm is usually attached to such a wrist, this creates a closed circuit. Once both handcuffs are locked, the prisoner can no longer pull them 'back' through the D-ring to free himself from being restrained by it to the belt.

The ultra-short chain further limits the freedom of movement for the hands to an absolute minimum: with just a few centimeters of movement back and forth, the prisoner irrevocably bumps into the D-Ring with either one or the other cuff. This is indeed only possible with handcuffs that are connected by such a connecting chain (top photo). For hinged cuffs (bottom photo), the hinges are too high to fit through the D-Ring. They cannot be made 'flatter' as can be done with the handcuffs themselves by opening them.

At the end of part I, here is the link (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9vzE4JSmzLw) to a very instructive clip, which from 4:15 clearly shows how a new detainee, who has just been dressed in prison stripes, is first put on the foot cuffs and then the belt with handcuffs. In this case, they have already been inserted through the D-ring before they are locked, and are therefore already hanging on both sides of the D-ring, waiting for the prisoner's wrists. The camera zooms in especially when the handcuffs are being placed on, and then holds the result for a while, while the prisoner himself tries out his minimum room for maneuver.

I just show four stills taken from that video-clip here.

To be continued......

#prisoner #inmate #prison uniform #shackles #prison #handcuffs #handcuffed inmate #prison stripes #striped prison uniform #striped jumpsuit #jail #leg irons #shackled #waist belt #full restraints #shackle shuffle

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alrightbuckaroo · 11 months

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thanks for the tag @jesuisici33! this came out much sappier and longer than expected but oh well. Rules: Everyone uses the same word prompt. Write as much or as little as you want for any fandom. Tag at least 5 peopleThere’s NO time limit! Just have fun! Reblog or post separately

"Carlos would kill me if he knew I was showing you this." Andrea flips through the photo album, the plastic pages crinkling against each other as she turns the through it. "This is was the first time we took him to see the Easter Bunny."

Andrea shows TK a photo of a five year old Carlos who's teary eyed and red faced. "It was also the last time we took him to see the Easter Bunny."

Andrea points at a photo of a nine year old Carlos in wide-brimmed black cowboy hat, black button down, a denim jacket and denim jeans. "He wanted to be Cordell Walker from Walker, Texas Ranger for character day at school. He said he wanted to be just like his dad."

Next to it is another photo of Carlos is the same outfit, but Gabriel is kneeling down to be level with his son. They're both wearing cowboy hats that are battling for the focus of the photo. Carlos is smiling TK's favorite kind of smile. He remembers seeing the same smile when he asked Carlos to marry him. Carlos is smiling like he's unapologetically happy.

"Who's this?" TK reaches for an amalgamation of fuzz that's sitting in the box. After pulling it out, he sees that's it a stuffed Koala that's a little weathered, faded grey and missing a blue button eye.

"Kique." Andrea says the name fondly, like she's being reunited with an old friend. "Most kids had a safety blanket, but my Carlitos." Andrea reaches out and gently rubs on one of Kique's ears, feeling the soft fur against the pads of her finger. "He had Kique."

Andrea tilts her head and takes in Kique's missing eye. "If only we knew where that eye went, though." Andrea sighs, then shrugs. "I don't know, part of me wonders if he still needs Kique, maybe even now more than ever." Andrea looks at TK and smiles. "Then again, now he has you."

TK grins at the statement, flattered that Andrea thinks so much of him. That said, TK looks at Kique and can't help but think, maybe having a couple of reinforcements isn't a bad thing. And he is pretty sure he has a couple of buttons lying around the apartment looking for a new home.

"Andrea," TK begins, hoping the answer to the question yet to be asked will be yes. "Do you have a sewing kit?"

Andrea smiles and TK feels hopeful. "I sure do."

"Hey baby," Carlos announces when he walks through the front door. "I stopped by the pharmacy and got band-aids, like you asked. Are you finally going to tell me, oh my god." Carlos eyes widen when he sees TK's red stained fingers. "What did you do to yourself?"

"I thought I knew how to sew." TK says while looking at the tips of his fingers. "Turns out, I do not know how to sew."

TK watches as Carlos frantically opens the box of band-aids. "I promise, it looks worse than it is."

"Well it looks pretty damn bad." Carlos had already unwrapped a band-aid and is working to take off the pieces of paper on the back of it. "Why were you sewing in the first place?" He wraps the bandage around TK's right index finger. He doesn't need to, TK could do it himself, but Carlos wants to. He looks up at TK. "TK?"

"I was trying to surprise you." TK comically frowns as Carlos wraps another bandage around TK's left ring finger.

Carlos raises his eyebrows. "I'm surprised all right. What was the actual surprise?"

TK holds up a band-aid clad finger and walks into the bedroom before walking out with a stuffed koala one with a blue eye and a red eye. "Your mom took me down memory lane."

"Of course she did." Carlos mutters under his breath.

"And in doing so, introduced me to Kique, the one eyed protector." TK wipes at the red button eye. "Figured I would take matters into my own hands to make sure he has a second eye. Better to see any oncoming monsters with."

He passes the koala to Carlos, and Carlos smiles TK's favorite kind of smile. "TK, you didn't have to do that." Though, based on Carlos' reaction, and the way he instinctually grabs on to Kique like he never wants to let him go, TK think he had no choice but to do just that.

"I know, but I wanted to." TK tries to respond casually, but his grin gives him away.

"I can't believe I have Kique the Koala back in my arms again." Carlos smiles down at the mismatched eyes. "I'm going to cherish this like it's what I love most in the world. Well second most, I suppose."

"What's the first?" TK asks, eyes bright with knowing.

Carlos reaches over and pulls TK into a kiss. "You, and I think you know that."

TK smiles and it's Carlos' favorite type of smile. "I did, I just wanted to hear you say it."

no pressure tagging: @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @catanisspicy, @rosedavid, @strandnreyes, @reyesstrand, @welcometololaland, @rmd-writes, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @bonheur-cafe and @sanjuwrites :)

#my love language is gift giving if you can't tell 😭 i just realized it's all over my writing WOW #my writing #carlos reyes #tk strand #tarlos

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rasparagus · 2 years

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pairing: vernon x gn!reader

summary: how you got to be vernon’s lockscreen

word count: 630-ish

It’s one of the rare occasions when Vernon just has an entire free day so you both agree for him to stop by your place in the morning so you can spend a full day of lounging and lying lifeless on your couch together. When you hear his soft knock on your door, you rush to open it for him, your socks slipping a bit in your haste. As you let him in you see he has a small white bag in his hand, the label on the side revealing he’d made a recent trip to the electronics store. You silently point at the bag with a curious expression as soon as he sets it on your table.

“Just a little gift for you.”

“It’s not my birthday or an anniversary…” Your eyes narrow as you think of a reason for the present. He squints back at you to mock your suspicious expression. It’s not that Vernon only gives you things on special occasions, but he normally prefers to give you gifts when you’ve explicitly told him you want something, and you don’t recall dropping any sort of hints. You peek in the bag and gasp as soon as you see what’s inside. It’s a pair of headphones identical to the ones hanging on his neck, except yours are white while he sports a black pair.

“Damn,” the simple, yet effectively expressive word erupts from your chest. He snickers at the way you excitedly grab the box and examine every inch of it like it’s your greatest new treasure. “How’d you even know to get these for me.” You look up at him with wide and bright eyes.

“You literally complain about your current ones all the time. Plus, I know you like to sleep with music, and these won’t fall out as easily as your earbuds.” He moves to open the box for you. “The sound quality is insane, too—just listen. It’s like the instruments are in your ears.” As he removes the item from its packaging for you to test them, you get a sudden idea. Without a word you go half-run, half-glide to your room and return with a hefty plastic box.

“What’s that for?”

“Help me decorate them,” you say. You open the box to reveal neat, divided piles of charms, gems, and stickers. He raises an eyebrow at you but complies nonetheless, taking a seat beside you at the table.

The new Netflix show that you and Vernon had originally intended to watch is miles behind you now as the two of you listen to your shared playlist and stick on small hearts and cartoon characters to the large surface of the headphones.

It takes a while, for the two of you stop often to ask the other:

This one’s cuter if it’s crooked, right?

Should I break up the pink with some blue or keep it monochrome?

Does this cross rhinestone look too out of place?

When it seems adequately covered, Vernon holds them up, allowing you both to survey your masterpiece.

“Cute,” you smile, propping your head up against your fist as you lean on the table and declare a job well done. Vernon puts the headphones on your head, pushing a few hairs back in the process.

“Cute, indeed.” He grabs his phone and quickly takes a burst of photos before you can even think to stop him. You lean over to see the pictures he took, only to see him setting a picture to his lockscreen. It’s one from the second you realized he was snapping a photo, and you’re pouting in it.

“It’s time for yours now,” you joke and lightly kick his leg with your socked foot. To your surprise, he removes his headphones from their home on his neck and sets them on the table. “Vernon, I was kidding. We don’t actually have to do yours.”

“Oh, word?” he asks, laughing at his own misunderstanding. “Well, I kinda wanna do it, still.” You smirk.

“Ok so do you want Hello Kitty stickers or Gorrilaz stickers?” you question, already rummaging through the bin.

a/n: well. this is my first official seventeen fic post. as this is my first one it would be really appreciated if you left feedback (good, bad, or otherwise) either via reply, reblog, or asks! i hope you were able to enjoy this and i hope i can write many many more. xoxox

love, ro

#vernon x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #vernon scenarios #vernon fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen drabbles #vernon drabble #ro's.fics

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rainbowsky · 11 months

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hi rainbowsky, love your blog and your very articulate and sane view of things. It’s been very calming and comforting when there’s so much noise (and hate) in the world. So, thank you!

Curious your take on wyb wearing a bandana hanging from his left belt hook, at the Shu Uemura event today. And not a designer bandana, like the Chanel one he had on his backpack on recent trip to Japan.

I immediately thought of 1970s San Francisco gay culture, men would signal their orientation by hanging them from left side, right side, back pocket (L/R). Not thinking too much about color significance since red is Shu Uemura’s brand color. I don’t know anything about the new ad campaign he’s doing with them, but 1970 and 1971 were on 2 posters behind where he was seated.

It just flashed on me so I’d thought I’d ask. 🧐 🤡

Hi Hellopedey! Thanks, I'm glad you're enjoying my blog! 😊

Inquiring minds want to know: is DD trying to signal to the world that he wants to stick his fist up their ass for Shu Uemura?

You aren't the only person to take note of this. I've seen people mentioning hanky code in the tags of reblogs of my post of the photos from that event, and I've seen people talking about it on Twitter, too. It's become quite a topic since the event.

This is a question that has come up a few times in the past, but alas - it's often impossible to find old posts on Tumblr, so rather than being able to point to my previous post about it I will just re-answer.

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

Long story short: I don't believe for one hot second that DD is using hanky code. There are a lot of reasons I feel this way, and I'll get to that in a minute, but the number one thing I want to bring home for people is that:

Everyone is allowed to wear hankies without assumptions being made about their sexual activity/preferences.

Including you, Hellopedey, and every other reader. Maybe that's not as much of a relief to some readers as it would be to those who happen to be queer and heavily sexualized by others, but it should take a load off some minds. 😅

You know that old saying, "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar*?" Well, sometimes a hanky is just a hanky. I'd go so far as to say that a hanky is almost always just a hanky. Even if worn by a gay man.

*Incorrectly attributed to Freud, the origin of that quote is actually unknown.

Here are just a few reasons it's obvious to me DD isn't signalling (and I can't believe I have to say this, because it seems obvious to me):

Location, location, location. Please remember that hanky code is used when people are looking for sex. DD is at a brand event. He's not looking for sex.

His outfit is likely put together by a stylist, and that stylist is unlikely to be trying to hook him up with people for sex.

Hanky code isn't much of a Thing with young people these days. There's no need for it, since now all anyone needs to do to hook up with someone based on preferences is tick off a few boxes on Grindr or other apps (even in China).

Hanky code is pretty Western-centric. It's unclear whether it's even used in China.

As was discussed in the notes, bandanas are popular in hip hop fashion and in other fashion styles DD often wears.

Hankies are a very widely/wildly popular fashion accessory worn by people from all walks of life. Both GG and DD have worn hankies a lot, including for their fabulous Happy Camp dance, and in this context, it really is just a fashion accessory.

I'm going to say this as gently as possible, because I get it that people are just being clueless and oblivious, and that they don't intend to offend, but it really tweaks something in me as a gay person that so many fans are casually willing to make the assumption that DD is sexually signalling at work.

This goes back to the whole oversexualization in the fandom thing that I often lament.

I think fans - especially turtles - get so used to scrutinizing everything for signs and signals of GG and DD's sexual and romantic proclivities that common sense and GGDD's basic humanity are often overlooked. Fans could also stand to do a bit more to reflect on how their behavior and attitudes might (unintentionally) come across as offensive and homophobic* to queer people.

*Not saying this is where you were coming from, Hellopedey, but I hope all fans will reflect on it.

Please read this post for more info on that, because it's important.

PS] For those looking for something salacious about GG and DD, how about checking out the lyrics for the song they danced together to on Happy Camp? That's a pretty racy song for a couple of 'straight' guys to be dancing together to. 😅

#bjyx #yizhan #lgbtpride #ggdd in the public eye #some guys are not straight guys #ask

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bandomfandombeyond · 1 year

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hey y'all, I'm percy the occasional e-begger. I haven't been getting enough hours at work and I'm short my $160 car insurance payment and my $70 phone payment. I put them on credit every month but I've been trying to dig myself out of the credit hole, not back into it.

I've also been promising to help my trans girlfriend get her ears pierced for the first time since like... Christmas 2021. it just hasn't come together money-wise, but if you want to help fund that it's like $60 for standard jewelery & piercing.

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If anyone has some pennies to throw my way I'd really appreciate it. If you can't I'd also love a reblog or for you to share this post with someone who might be able to help 💚

ca$happ: $zedadire

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For some more context, I'm a transmasc working for Starbucks and ever since I tried to unionize my store in May of 2022 they've been retaliating with unstable hours and low staff ratios. :( I come home from work every night with my legs throbbing from the hips down; I'm chronically ill and can barely work the hours they do give me.

I'm also in the middle of moving for school! at 28 which is ... maybe late but better late than never right? I just have to make it to September, that's when the first financial aid payment will deposit 😬 I'm hoping that transferring to a new district will also help me get more reliable hours.

as a reward for reading all that, have some photos of my really cute cat Hazelnut. when you help me, you're helping her:

[IMAGE ID: 2 photos of a small cinnamon-grey tabby cat. In the first she is inside a white box in a cluttered garage with her face half in shadow. In the second she is curled up on a bed inside a purple blanket, her paws tucked together very primly. In both photos she is staring through the camera into your heart because she is PERFECT (in this humble narrator's opinion). END IMAGE ID]

#cats #hazelnut #my cat #help post #percy prattles

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onlymingyus · 1 year

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Hello, my name is Mars! I am a writer and creator on here Tumblr. I have been writing on Tumblr for the past 3 years where I have written over 374 imagines, drabbles, and fics.

I also enjoy creating graphics, gifs, and recoloring photos. I create my own graphics for my blogs and fics. Being creative has always been a huge part of my life and I love to share what I am able to make with others.

I live in a small town and work as a 911 dispatcher full-time. It is an incredibly stressful and sometimes thankless job but I still love what I do knowing that almost every day I am able to help someone in some way. I like living my life finding little ways to do that either with my job or my art so writing and creating was a way for me to do that at home.

During the pandemic, I fell in love with K-Pop and found a sense of community that I was truly missing. It gave me my best friend and has led to some of the most amazing adventures I have ever gotten to experience. I have met such amazing people in this community and especially among Carats. I am honored to call so many people I have met online, who live so far away, my friends.

K-Pop truly gave me back my inspiration and led me back to writing and creating. That is when my best friend and I started a writing blog together and have since made separate ones for personal writing.

Now to the reason why I am telling you this and why I created my Patreon. I wanted a way to have a closer sense of community with my followers. Sometimes the ask box can get overwhelming and demanding. Here I can offer more exclusive things for those who want to be here to support me a bit more closely.

Also, I mentioned my job as a 911 Dispatcher, and as much as I do love my job it is difficult to be a single woman with one job. I live in a rural area and drive 30 minutes to work in my own county. If I were to get a job outside of my county dispatching I would have to give up writing and creating. The thought of that is one that I am hoping to not dwell on for long. I am hoping to make the most of my creativity and writing here, to supplement my time off and make up the difference of not looking for that second job.

I appreciate any and all support and hope that you enjoy my content.

I know we all enjoy free content on Tumblr, and there will still be plenty of that given to you here. Patreon will be a place to get exclusive works and bonus content.

If you cannot subscribe and pay a monthly fee, I understand but please consider visiting my Ko-fi and making donation. If you are unable to make a donation please reblog so that others can find me.

#mars.rambles #about me #how to support me #seventeen writer

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andydrysdalerogers · 10 months

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Sliding Into Home ~ When It All Falls Apart

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Previous: Maybe I Should Have Ducked?

Sliding Into Home Master List Main Masterlist

Twenty-two days after the hit to his head, Frank was cleared by his doctors to return to practice. The final decision to play would be failing to Abby and she said she would watch practice before making a a decision.

Frank whistled as he walked into the locker room. Of course, Johnny is the first to see him. “Hey Adler, finally done being a bitch about one little baseball to the head?”

Everyone in the room laughs as Frank flips him off. “Miss you too, slow shit. Torch my ass.” He smiles as the guys bro hug and receives hugs and high fives from the rest of the team.

“Glad to have you back buddy,” Johnny says. “Seriously, how are you?”

“I’m good. Got cleared by the doctors but Dr. Hernandez says I have to practice for a few days before she will clear me for good.” He shrugs. “A couple of days and I’ll be back.”

Will Smith, the catcher, comes by. “Good to hear. Gear up, we are supposed to work on base throwing. Little Johnny here has to work on his curve.” He shoves Johnny a little.

“Trouble with the curve, Torch?” Frank raises an eyebrow as he strips out of his shirt and pants into his practice uniform.

“No more than you not ducking,” Johnny scoffing. “Just had a couple of hits off of it is all. Smith is making a big deal out of nothing.”

“Whatever you say,” Frank smirks. He finishes getting ready and heads out to the field. As he walks onto the grass, he takes a deep breath. The smell of fresh cut grass and sunshine hits his nostrils and he sighs. The field has always been his place, his center, his home away from home. There is absolutely nothing that is wrong when baseball is life.

Practice goes great in his opinion. His coaches review his throwing and set him up to hit. He’ll admit, he flinched on the first pitch but the sensation of swinging his bat around lets him feel like he’s right back where he was, a two-time World Series champion.

Abby watches from one of the sky boxes, the look of proud smugness. Her man was back to where he was happiest, on the field. She gave a happy sigh when a throat cleared behind him. She turned to see Todd behind her. “Hi Todd.”

“Abby, did you have a nice vacation?” He quirked a smile. She was supposed to be at work but had called out when Frank asked to go on a road trip. “Saw some pictures of you in Vegas.”

Abby remembered some fans taking photos with Frank, but she didn’t think that they might have shot pictures of them together. She began to panic. “Todd, I...”

“Its ok Abby. I just need to know if there will be a conflict of interest. Are you going to be ok treating Adler while you navigate whatever is going on in your personal life?” He sighed. “I don’t want to lose you. Your work and professionalism are top notch.”

“No, I talked to Frank, and he is ok with me doing the assessments. I won’t be doing any of his physicals or paperwork. I’ve asked Alex to step in with that.”

“A true professional,” Todd complimented. “Come see me in a couple of days about the paperwork. Steve and Andy will be here then and we can all talk.”

“Are you sure its ok Todd? I mean, we didn’t plan this at all. I still have, you know, other things to worry about.”

Todd smiled. “I’ve never seen two people more right for each other than you two. You guys don’t hide it well.”

“Thanks. I got to meet with the GM and then head to my house.”

“Have a good afternoon.”

Abby headed down to the locker room and went to the manager's office. “Knock, knock.”

“Hey Doc, come on in,” Dave Roberts waved Abby in. “Just reviewing my notes.”

“Good. How’s Adler?”

“He flinched at the first pitch but otherwise, he’s good. Said pinkie wasn’t bothering him but otherwise, he looks good.”

“That’s good to hear. Dodgers still have a three practice waiting time so after the next two practices, and you are fine, I’ll clear him.”

“Perfect.”

“Any other injuries?”

Abby and Dave discussed all of the players. About 45 minutes later, Abby walked out with a smile to the locker room and found Frank waiting for her. “Hi!”

“Hey Cricket.” He pressed a small kiss to her lips. “Good meeting?”

“Oh no, you are not getting your assessment out of me.” He pouted as she giggled. “Stop that. Dave and Alex will determine when you get back out there. All I’ll do is sign off.” She sighed. “Todd saw the photos from Vegas.”

“Shit.” Frank studied his girl. “What did he say? Did you tell him?”

“I told him what we talked about, the assessments and stuff like that and he wants to meet with us and Andy and Steve to discuss how this will work.” Frank frowned. “I didn’t tell him everything, but I think we have to. Don’t worry baby, Todd seemed ok with us as a couple, so I don’t see a problem.”

“If you’re sure, Cricket, then I can’t wait.” He kissed her again, softly and longer.

“Hmm, as much as I would like to continue this, I should get to the house. I need to finish grabbing my stuff. He is supposed to be back tomorrow evening. I might stay there tonight.”

Frank furrowed his brow. “I don’t like you staying there. Just come home.”

“I’m not worried, love. You need to tell Mary what’s going on. We talked about this.”

Frank pulled her into his chest and leaned his chin on the top of her head. “I’ll always worry about you.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll ask Storm over for some beers. He’ll keep me distracted.”

“Or Mary will keep Storm distracted which distracts you,” she says with a cheeky smile. “Future son...”

“Don’t finish that sentence, for the love of baseball,” Frank groans. “Don’t put that in the universe.”

With perfect timing, Johnny strolls up to the couple. “Huh, well this is something. Aren’t you supposed to be keeping this a secret? But I sure didn’t realize that you guys are a thing now.” He smirked as he crossed his arms.

Frank pulled back, realizing his mistake. “Oh, well... fuck,” he mumbled.

“Frank was just about to ask you over to have some beers,” Abby says, cheeks pink. “Umm, I have to head to my house to take care of some stuff so, yeah, bye.” She reaches over and kisses Frank’s cheek before she walks, well, runs away.

Johnny smirked. “I guess we have some stuff to talk about.” Frank groaned.

Mike walked into the home he shared with Abby with a scowl. He grabbed a tumbler of scotch and sat in his office, thinking back on all that he had done to ensure he got his girl. He stared at the photos in his hands and launched the glass into the wall.

Mike Weiss has always been a patient man. When he wanted something, he took his time to make sure he got it. Since the day he met Abigail Hernandez, he wanted her. He wanted nothing more than to take the tiny Latina with the long curls and wreck her. But his best friend wanted her. And he met her first. The bro code (what a joke that is) told him that he had to step away until Frank took his shot. He didn’t know it would take seven years for him to do it.

When he and Abby were together, he didn’t know what to do. He hated seeing them together and when they were so happy to get custody of Mary, well, that sent him into a spin. Diane was supposed to lose custody, he made sure of that with his testimony, but it wasn’t supposed to solidify their relationship.

When Frank won the World Series and Bobby had suggested a celebratory guys weekend in Vegas, the wheels in Mike’s head turned. Frank and Abby were solid. But what if he could just crack it enough to get into her head?

It was easy really, slipping the drug into a drink for Frank. It was a fatal flaw, how trusting Frank was. Frank trusted Mike wholeheartedly. He made Mike his lawyer once Mike had graduated from Yale Law. He had no idea about his hidden drug habit or anything else really. Because Frank trusted Mike and Mike had never given him a reason not to.

Flashback – Five year before – Vegas Frank was unsteady on his feet 20 minutes after he finished the drink Mike poured him. “I love Abby,” he slurred. “Gonna marry her one day. Have a ring and everything.” “Sure, you are buddy.” Mike put his arm around Frank and walked him into Mike’s hotel room. “I’m fucked.” Frank sat on the edge of the bed before slumping over. Mike gave a maniacal laugh before stripping Frank down. A knock on the door made him whirl around. He opened slowly and saw Bobby holding a blonde in his arms. “That was easier than I thought,” Bobby commented, seeing a naked Frank on the bed. “Women are stupid sometimes,” Mike said. “Strip her and let’s pose this shit.” Bobby got the girl naked and laid her down with Frank. Mike laughed. “Why did you help me anyways?” “Found out that Adler was the one who tipped the team off about the substance abuse. Just returning the favor,” Bobby said with no emotion. “Hmm.” Mike whipped out the disposable phone and snapped photos. He made sure there were no distinguishable items in the photo and sent them to some contacts in the media. “Well, let’s just fuck up his life a little.” In the morning, Mike made sure to send the photos to Abby from the anonymous phone and then waited to hear the inevitable yell from the room. He sipped his coffee and smiled when he heard Frank yell. While Frank delt with his issues, Mike was on the phone with a sobbing Abby. “Why would he do this Mike?" “I don’t know, beautiful. He was talking nonsense and I just tried to take care of him before he disappeared.” Abby had hung up the phone, but Mike knew he had said enough to keep her doubting their relationship. He would get to her in the morning, after the inevitable fight that they would have.

Present...

All the hard work to get them separated and for Frank to get fucked went up in smoke. Frank had talked to management the next day after he got home and managed to convince them it was a set up. Frank fired Mike and now Mike was excluded from the innerworkings of the Adler business. But he still was able to get Abby on his side. He gave her time to grieve, time to get school done and then he made his move in Los Angeles. He showed her the best of everything and then he proposed. He got the girl.

He looked at the photos of the couple in Vegas, holding hands. He was losing her again. He heard the front door open and knew his beautiful Abby was home. To do what, he wasn’t sure yet, but he was ready for the surprise of a lifetime. He took the bottle of scotch and moved to the living room. Abby stood there, checking the mail, not aware of the danger she was in. “Hello Beautiful.”

Abby jumped at his voice. “Mike! You’re back early.”

“I am. Funny how you weren’t home.”

“Yeah, I was at the stadium getting paperwork done from the road trip. How was work?” Abby tried to remain calm.

“Informative. Care to explain these?” He threw down photos in front of her.

Abby picked them up and saw photos from Vegas, from the benefit and from LAX. “Mike,” she whispered.

“You’re mine, Abigal, he growled. MINE!” He backed her up into a corner, crowding her. “And if I can’t have you, then no one will.”

“Goddamm Adler, the view from here is spec –tac-u-lar,” Johnny whistles from the backyard. “I bet the stars are amazing at night.”

“The main reason why I got it, Storm.” Frank uncapped a couple of beers. “Mary is into astronomy and shit, and she likes to look at the sky at night. Hence,” he pointed to the telescope in the corner.

“Damm, my girl is a little genius,” he said with a cocky grin

“Storm, I swear to god...” Frank growled as Johnny keeled over in laughter.

“You’re too fucking easy Adler! Jesus,” as Johnny is wiping tears from her eyes. As he calmed down, he looked around the living room. “Where is my strawberry anyways?”

Ignoring the nickname, Frank replied. “Scott took her to a slumber party. He should be back soon. Want another?” waiving the empty bottle. Johnny nods as Frank heads in.

“Are we going to talk about you and Doc?”

Frank stills for a second before popping the beers and coming to Johnny. “What?”

“You heard me? You and Doc Hernandez. When did that start?” Frank is silent, peeling off the label of his beer. “Really, the silent treatment? Ok, let me ask this, did you ask my sister out?” Frank shook his head. “Then what happened?”

“I kissed her.”

“My sister?”

“No you idiot. Abby.” Frank’s face turns up to the sky. “She was crying and I just... I couldn’t help it. I saw her beautiful eyes that were pink because she thought I had moved on and, he took a breath, I just wanted to make her feel better.”

“You’re in love with her.” Johnny smiled. “I knew that. From the minute you started talking about Doc, you can tell, you love her. Truly. Madly. Deeply.”

“What the fuck are you now Torch, Savage Garden?”

“Tell me I’m lying.” Johnny smirked as Frank remained silent. He started to hum and then sang, “I’ll be your dream, I’ll be your wish, I’ll be...”

“Finish that and I will hit you with my bat,” Frank growled. “Yes, ok, yes, I am in love with Abby. I’ve been in love with her and never stopped. Happy?”

“Thrilled.” Johnny patted Frank’s back. “I’m happy for you, man.”

“Thanks Johnny.”

They sat around with Scott joining them, talking about how the Dodgers were doing against the league, how Mary was still working on getting Frank yes to a dog and how Susan had been acting strangely whenever her phone rang.

“Did it ever occur to you that maybe she has a boyfriend and she’s scared to tell you?” Scott said.

“No, she would tell me. She tells me everything,” Johnny says. He looks at Frank who shares a look with Scott. “No, no way. I mean, who would she date? Some nerds from work?”

“Better than her brother trying to set her up with one of his teammates,” Frank says, finishing his beer. “I think we need something stronger for this conversation.”

“Frank, seriously, do you know something?” Johnny chases after him as Scott huffs a laugh.

Morning came with the brightness of the sun. Frank woke with his head pounding and mouth dry. He checked his phone and saw it was 10 AM. “What the fuck,” he mumbled. Checking to make sure he didn’t miss a call from Abby or Mary, he then stumbled into the bathroom and took care of business before heading to the kitchen. He found Scott there, nursing a coffee. “Hey Scottie.”

“Frankie. Jesus my head is killing me. Thankful for no Nugget this morning.” Scott lowered his head to the counter. “How much did we drink last night?”

“A lot. Johnny couldn’t face the fact that his sister is her own woman. Where is he?”

“Couch.”

Frank grabbed a bottle of water and headed to the living room. He found Johnny sprawled out on the couch, arm over his head. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty, time to wake up.” He kicked the couch and Johnny rolled over and onto the floor. “Shit, are you alright?”

“Stop yelling,” the muffled reply came. “I’m dying, can’t you see that?”

Frank chuckled. “There is water on the table for you. I’ll make some more coffee and get something to eat for you.”

“Thanks Dad.”

Frank shook his head as he headed back into the kitchen. “Bacon and eggs?” Scott nodded and reached to make more coffee. The phone rang and Frank saw his cell phone sitting on the bar top. He answered. “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Frank Adler?”

“Speaking.”

“Mr. Adler, this is Dr. Green from USC emergency room. We have an Abigail Hernandez that has just been admitted and...”

“Frank dropped the phone.”

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As the Seasons Change Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The one who was a Summer Dream

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Summary: Throughout one’s life, you fall in love with many people, some will stay for a long time and some will be like a passing wind. As (Y/n) is cleaning to prepare to move, she finds some old pictures from when she was young and begins reminiscing on some old relationships she used to have. The memories, the laughs, the pain, they were all things she had to go through to find the love she has today.

In this story, Woozi, Dk, and (Y/n) are the same age and Seungkwan is one year younger than them

(Y/n) is also shorter than all of them, ‘cause I am, and I don’t know how to write for tall people,

Lee Jihoon x afab reader

Wordcount ≈ 7k

Warnings: food, sad, angst, breaking up, some self-doubt, (Y/n) being a bit shy/introverted, Joshua & Seungkwan being protective friends (they’re chill though), some terms of endearment, I think that’s it

Taglist: @jeonghansemotionalsupportsword, let me know if you want to be added

Who do you think (Y/n) ends up with in the end?

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Third person POV

It was a cold and rainy spring day when (Y/n) decided to go up to her loft to sort through the things up there to prepare for her move in a few weeks. Dressed in some sweatpants and a hoodie, she went up there, she didn’t think she’d find anything in particular. She hadn’t been up here since she moved into this apartment a few years ago. The woman began sorting through boxes, thinking of what was to come. She was moving out of her little apartment to move in with her boyfriend. After about an hour of looking through boxes (Y/n) had mostly gone through some old clothes and toys, some mugs and plates, a few lamps, and some other small things she had forgotten about. She went back down to get a bottle of water and then she went back up to the loft. “Let’s see, what’s in this box, it’s so small,” (Y/n) spoke out loud, as the next box in line was a small grey box that didn’t seem like it belonged amongst the other slightly worn-out cardboard boxes, it still looked new yet she could not remember what she had put in it.

(Y/n) sat down on the floor, drank a sip of water from her bottle, and then dragged the box over to her. The box was surprisingly heavy for its small size. She opened the lid and once she saw what lay inside the box, she was very amazed. “I thought I had thrown these out,” The box was full of old pictures. Pictures of her family, her as a child, her old friends, some of her current friends, old pets, from old vacations, and some of her old boyfriends. A few tears crept into her eyes as she saw some of the photos. (Y/n) picked up a bunch of photos that were bundled together by a hair tie, the second she saw the boy in the first photo she knew who it was. Her first boyfriend, her first love. Lee Jihoon.

~ Flashback in (Y/n)’s POV ~

I met Jihoon during my first year of high school. My friends would often describe me as an extrovert because of the way I acted around them, for these moments I would have agreed with them, though the second I was alone I was totally an introvert. I had a hard time making friends, fortunately, in high school some of my friends went to the same school but we didn’t end up in the same class. Two weeks into the semester and our music teacher assigned a project, we were supposed to work on the project in pairs. When I heard pairs, I was ready to cry, I didn’t know anyone in this class, this project was going to suck. “As I said, the project is to be done in pairs, and these pairs have been pre-assigned by me,” My tears dried up in a second, the pairs are assigned, I didn’t have to try and find someone else who looked lonely. “I’ll read out the pairs now, I will also put this sheet up on the board over there in case anyone is sick or misses their name, once I’ve read this out you are free to leave to start working on the project,” Everyone just mumbled, most of the class was disappointed with the pairs being pre-assigned, but not me. Many names were read up and I waited and waited for mine. “Lee Jihoon and (L/n) (Y/n)” Lee Jihoon, I had heard his name before, he was like the star student in this class. Holy hell, I’ve been paired up with the star student, I am so getting an A on this project. Soon enough, all the names had been called out and everyone stood up to leave. The majority of the pairs had already found each other but I was feeling shy and kept pretending to pack up my things even though I finished after a few seconds. “Hey, you’re (Y/n), right?” I was startled but I looked up to find the somewhat familiar face of the star student. “Hi, yeah, I’m (Y/n). Your Jihoon, I presume?” “That’s right, the one and only,” He seemed so easy going and it made me feel a bit more comfortable around him. “So, (Y/n), where would you like to discuss our project? Here? In the hallway? During lunch? Or after classes?” “It doesn’t really matter, I don’t have any plans for lunch or for after school. Or for right now, for that matter. So, whatever is best for you is fine with me” Why was he kind of cute? His eyes crinkled into small moons as he smiled and I couldn’t help but smile back at him. “Then would after classes work? We could meet in room P201, I have it booked already,” “That would be perfect, my last class ends at 4 today, how about you?” “Mine ends at 3 so I’ll go and set some things up and you can come when you’re ready,” “Sounds great,” Just as I was ready to walk away, Jihoon stopped me and asked a question that had my heart racing. “Hey, can I have your number?” “Oh, yeah, that’s probably a good idea,” So we exchanged numbers and walked our separate ways to our next classes. Lunch rolled around and I met up with one of my friends, Joshua, to eat together. “Hey there pretty girl,” “Hey there pretty boy,” We both laughed at the bad joke, it was an inside joke from when we were children and an old lady had called us ‘pretty girl’ and ‘pretty boy’, the entire situation had us rolling on the floor laughing and ever since, we usually said hi that way. “So, how was class?” We stepped inside the cafeteria and looked for an empty table. “It was good, we’ve been assigned our first project and we’re doing it in pairs,” Joshua spun me around to face him before he put his hand on my forehead. “Are you sick? Should I call 911?” “What are you doing, stop it, people are staring,” “Well, you’re not crying, or in panic at this whole pairs thing, which isn’t like you, I mean you used to freak out even when you knew you and I or Wonwoo and you would pair up for everything in middle school,” “Oh, yeah. The pairs were pre-assigned and my partner isn’t half bad. He’s actually really nice and he’s like the star student so I’m going to learn a lot during this project,” Joshua pointed toward a table that was empty so we hurried over. “Wow, sounds nice. I’m still surprised that you’re not in a panic mood because you have to work with someone you don’t know. Who is he? Someone I know?” We both began eating as we continued our conversation. “I don’t know if you know him but his name is Lee Jihoon,” Joshua half choked on his food as he looked up at me in complete shock. “He’s like really popular, (Y/n). He has his own SoundCloud and he produces songs, he’s pretty much a professional already,” “Really?” “Yeah, remember the song that Seungkwan showed us a few days ago, the one you said you really liked?” “Um, yeah, the one called ‘Nice’ or something like that, right? The cute and fun one?” “Exactly, Lee Jihoon made that song. The lyrics, the instrumentals, everything. He even sings on it too,” “Wow, but I don’t believe seeing his name as the user who posted it?” “He uses a stage name, he goes by Woozi,” “So I’m basically working with a celebrity?” “I guess so. Anyway, did you hear about this really dumb thing Chan did yesterday?” And so our conversation shifted to focus on other things, namely, our weird friend group.

A few hours later, it was finally time for me to head to room P201 to meet up with Jihoon. My last class ended a bit early as the teacher had some sort of meeting. On my way over to the project room I passed by one of the campus coffee shops and I stopped and pondered over if I should buy a coffee for myself and maybe one for Jihoon. After some discussion with myself, I decided to go for it, if Jihoon didn’t like the drink I got for him then I’d just have to drink it myself. I ordered two [insert coffee of choice], and then I jogged over to room P201 so that I made it on time. I knocked on the door and heard a faint ‘come in’, when I stepped inside I was really surprised. The project room looked as though it was a room in someone’s house, it was personalized with small gadgets, and it was like a full-blown studio. “Hi, sorry I’m a little late. I got some coffee, I hope you’re fine with [insert coffee of choice],” “Don’t worry about being, 3 minutes late, I wasn’t even aware of the time. And [insert coffee of choice], is perfect. Thank you! Let me know what I owe you for it,” “Oh, no, it’s on me. Music isn’t exactly my best subject so I might not be of much help for the project, so I hope the coffee will make up for it,” Jihoon just smiled and waved me over. “Don’t worry about it, maybe I can help you get better. It’s a pair project after all and we’re supposed to help each other. Here, sit down and we’ll get started,” I sat down beside him and from there he began sprouting with ideas for our project, he had around 15 different approaches to it, and if anyone else had explained them to me I wouldn’t have understood but Jihoon was so precise in his explanation that I could follow him without a problem. One hour later and we had already created an outline for our project. After that, we just sat there, talking. I didn’t ask him about ‘Woozi’ but I figured if we actually became friends, then he’d tell me on his own.

We decided to meet up in room P201 the next day too after our classes. Once again, I brought two cups of coffee for us. To my surprise when I walked into the room, Jihoon was waiting for me with a bright smile, the one that made his eyes crinkle, and some snacks laying on the table. “I thought, if you bring the coffee then I’ll bring the snacks,” “Good idea, Ji. Here you go, an iced americano for the one and only, Lee Jihoon,” “So, I just made this beat for the project, what do you think about it?” Jihoon pressed play and a rhythmic beat filled the room, it was really good. I would have never thought of it myself, but it was really good. “Woah! Jihoon, that was amazing! It’s exactly what we need,” “Thanks! I’ll show you how I made it so that you too can answer any question we might get,” Jihoon pulled my chair closer to his and my breath was caught in my throat, how could he just do such a story-book action without a second thought? To say, I didn’t dream about that moment for a few weeks would be a lie. I think that was the day I began developing a crush on him. “Could you explain this part again? I’m sorry that I’m so slow at learning this,” “Don’t worry about it, (Y/n). Really. I don’t mind going through it over and over again, music has been a passion of mine all my life. My parents usually say that the first time I smiled was when I heard music and my first word was apparently music. I don’t know if I believe them but at this point, it seems likely. I’ve actually thought about maybe becoming a music teacher in the future if working as a producer doesn’t work out and now I just get to practice that with you. And I also get to spend extra time with you, which is nice,” He looked away, a bit shy after his little confession. “I like hanging out with you too. And, I think you’d make a great teacher, however, I feel bad for all your potential students,” “Why?” “There is no way you’re gonna fail at becoming a producer. Ji, you make amazing songs. I’ve only heard a hand full but they’re all so impressive,” “Thank you, (Y/n). Hey, would you want to do something sometime outside of working on the project? You know, like friends?” “I’d love to!” That weekend we went to the movies, ate dinner together, and went for a walk as the sun began setting. Autumn was here and the weather grew colder, soon the project would be over and it made me very sad. Thinking that possibly, once we’re finished with the project, I won’t see Jihoon anymore. I tried not to think too much about it and instead enjoy the moment, and live in the present, but it was hard.

On Sunday, I hung out with Seungkwan. My best friend. “Boo, I don’t know what to do. I mean yeah, he asked me to hang out outside of the project, but what if it’s just a one-time thing?” Seungkwan looked over at me with a look that screamed, ‘bitch shut the hell up’. “Girl, you’re not going to know unless 1. you ask him about it. 2. you let the project period end and see what happens. I know you, I know how stuck in that head of yours you can get, but I don’t think you need to worry too much this time,” If I had known back then what I know now, then maybe everything would be different. But that’s a story for another day. “Thank you, Boo. What would I do without you?” I cozied up closer to Seungkwan and he put his arm around my shoulders. We stayed like that for quite a while, I wasn’t ready to let go of my best friend, he was my comfort place. “Wallow in self-pity?” “Seungkwan!” “Sorry, you know I love you. Now, let’s put a smile on that face of yours,” He began tickling me until I couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. He was right, maybe I should stop thinking so much, and just let whatever happens happen.

Monday rolled around, the same routine as always. Meeting up with Jihoon in P201 after classes, I brought coffee, and he brought the snacks. Tuesday was the same. Then came Wednesday. Presentation day. The final day of the project. This was it, perhaps the last day I would meet Jihoon. We met up outside the classroom, checking the final touches of the presentation, Jihoon was 100% aware of the fact that the project we had done was way above what was asked of us, I did not know that, so when everyone else presented simple topics I was flabbergasted. Jihoon and I were the last pair to present, thanks to Jihoon telling the teacher ahead of time that we had done something you might see someone studying music at college make. Some of our classmates made fun of us for being such nerds, while others were impressed and shocked at our project, especially with the song that Jihoon had made. It was like deja vu. Once class ended, I slowly packed up my things, waiting for everyone to leave, I watched most people leave in their pairs talking about how the presentation went when suddenly, a voice startled me. “Hey, great job, everything turned out great!” “OMG, Jihoon, you scared me,” “Sorry, didn’t think you’d be so lost in your thoughts,” “It’s okay, thanks by the way, but all the credit should go to you. I just bought coffee and watched you work on the project while you also had to hold lectures on what you were doing,” “Ya, I told you, I don’t mind holding lectures, and you did much more than just buy coffee. You were my muse, my inspiration, and I couldn’t have done it without you,” “You’re just flattering me now, but thanks,” Jihoon had his hand on my shoulder, a bit awkwardly, during these weeks of working with him on the project I learned that he wasn’t the biggest fan of physical touch. So receiving small touches like these, made my heart soar because they were rare and very special. “Could I join you for lunch today?” I did a double take, he wanted to eat lunch with me? “Yeah, I was planning on eating with my friend Wonwoo, I can cancel with him though, he can eat with one of our other friends,” “It’s okay if it wouldn’t be a burden for your friend I can just eat lunch with you and your friend, no need to cancel anything” “I think that will be fine. Just a heads up though, Wonwoo can be very quiet around new people, he’s quite a calm person in general,” “That’s fine, I’m usually quiet too unless we’re talking about music,”

“Hey, Woo. This is Jihoon. The guy I worked with for my music project. Jihoon this is Wonwoo, my friend,” Wonwoo looked up from the book that lay on the table in front of him and looked over to Jihoon who stood beside me. “Hi,” “Hey,” the two boys spoke at the same time and then awkwardly chuckled. “I hope it’s okay that he eats with us,” “Yeah, sure. No problem, sit down,” And from there it was smooth sailing, the two boys got along well so lunch was very pleasant.

A few weeks passed by and the two of us had only gotten closer. I almost always showed up in room P201 after classes to meet Jihoon and watch him work while I pretended to study. I kept up my tradition of buying coffee for the two of us, I never once showed up without two cups of coffee. Jihoon stepped up his game by making sure we not only had snacks in the room but also food. He knew that I would show up at 4.10 pm so he had prepared some cup ramen so that it would be ready at that time. This was very appreciated by me as I was usually quite hungry at that time. Jihoon might not have told me at the time but he really liked having me there, even if I just distracted him with my endless questions and chatter.

I loved watching him as he wrote lyrics, tried out melodies, played instruments, or whatever else he did as he created his songs. One day, as I carefully opened the door I found Jihoon as well as another man that I had seen around school before but I didn’t really know him. The unknown guy turned to me with a kind smile, he was dressed like the typical bad boy, though so was Jihoon. From head to toe in only black, and let us not forget the obligatory leather jacket. I shyly waved to him before looking at Jihoon. “Mm, (Y/n), this is Seungcheol, but you might know him as Scoups. I showed you some of his songs the other weeks, the rapper. And Coups, this is (Y/n),” “Hey, (Y/n). Nice to meet you!” Even though he looked a bit intimidating, the second he truly smiled at me, he looked kind of like a child on Christmas morning. “Hi,” I was feeling shy around Seungcheol because I hadn’t met him before so I walked over to Jihoon and sat down trying to hide behind him. Jihoon leaned in and whispered to me, “It’s okay, Cheol is really nice, and he’s leaving in a few minutes, we just finished up a song we’re collaborating on,” He put his hand on mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. Jihoon said ‘a few minutes’ but it turned into 2 hours. After a few minutes, I began warming up to the bright and nice Seungcheol, he didn’t leave me out of the conversation and even asked what I thought of the song as they played it. Soon enough, it felt like I had known him for years. Later on, I found out that Jihoon had felt a little jealous that I got so close to Seungcheol because he was worried that I would like Seungcheol more than him.

“Bye Coups, I’ll publish the song on Friday. Don’t forget to announce it like last time,” “I promise, I’ll announce it. Besides, Minghao already prepared the post and everything, he’s sort of like my manager or something. He does all that for me since I forgot that one time,” “That’s good, I have to write up a note or something so I remember thanking Hao for all he does,” “Yeah yeah, I forgot ONE time, one time. Anyway, bye Hoon, bye (Y/n)!” “Bye Seungcheol, be careful on your way home,” “Will be!” And so Seungcheol left. “I told you he was nice,” “Yeah, he was, really nice,” “But he’s not better than me,” I just laughed it off as he said that, not thinking much of it. Not long after that, we packed up to go home. I held his hand all the way through the empty corridors, it felt so natural to do it, Jihoon let me do it too, it was nice, I really, really, didn’t want to let go of it, but I had to. “Good night, (Y/n), I’ll see you tomorrow,” “Good night, Ji. See you tomorrow,”

Winter was coming and the weather became colder and colder every day. The best thing was approaching too, Christmas and winter break. I was really looking forward to a break from school, though I was sad cause I didn’t think I’d be able to see Jihoon during the break but I was still excited about hanging out with my friends pretty much every day.

The happiest day for me that year was the day of the first real snow, the snow that fell and actually stayed on the ground for days, not the one that just fell and disappeared before it even landed. It was the day that Jihoon asked me out on a date. I had just sat down on my chair in room P201 when Jihoon surprised me with a weird question. “Hey, have you ever thought anything about my height?” “What do you mean, Ji?” “Like, have you ever thought that I would be better if I was taller or thought I look like a child?” “Um, Ji, you are a child, I am too. But, no. I have never thought anything like that, Jihoon, you are so much more than your height, and if someone can’t see it then they’re stupid, blind, and everything else mean,” “Will you go on a date with me?” I dropped my cup of hot chocolate, fortunately on the floor and nothing got on any of the music equipment. “Omg, are you okay? Did you burn yourself?” Jihoon was fretting over my hands looking over them to see if I got any of the hot liquid on them. “What?” “Are you okay?” “No, or yes, but not what that, what as in what did you ask before that?” “Go on a date with me?” “You, Jihoon, Woozi, want to go on a date with me? (Y/n)? Me?” I looked at him dumbfounded, I couldn’t believe it. “Yes, (Y/n). I, Lee Jihoon, also known as Woozi, want to go on a date with you, (Y/n),” “Why? I mean I’m, me and you’re you” “I want to go on a date with you because you are you. I like you, (Y/n). I have since we first met,” “Really?” “Yes, really. Now, will you go on a date with me?” “Yes, yes I will,” “Okay, how about, the 13th, at 12, at this address?” Jihoon handed me a note with an address scribbled on it. “Alright!” I didn’t say long that day because I had to run him and tell Seungkwan that Jihoon had asked me out.

Jihoon asked me out on the 9th of December, and we still did our usual tradition on the 10th, 11th, and 12th. Nothing changed. Truthfully, it had always felt like we were in a relationship except for the kissing I guess. I was really nervous on the morning of the 13th. The day of our first date. I had asked Seungkwan and Joshua to come over in the morning to help me pick an outfit and calm me down. “(Y/n), my baby has grown up, your first date, and I haven’t met the guy, how do I know he’s good to you?” “Shua, shut up! I’m not your baby, and Jihoon is really nice, he’s so sweet, talented, and good-looking,” “Mm, you could just be blinded by love, he might be a jerk,” “Wonwoo met him, and he approves, maybe I should have asked him to come instead of you too,” “YA! HOW DARE YOU SAY YOU PREFER WONWOO OVER ME!?!?!” “Boo, I never said I preferred Wonwoo over you, I just meant that maybe he would be more supportive,” The three of us laughed it off before Joshua dove into my closet and began pulling out shirts, jeans, dresses, and whatnot. “We’re just looking out for our princess. You know we care about you, but I’m sure Jihoon is a great guy and we’re happy for you,” Seungkwan hugged me before he too began looking through my clothes and discussing with Joshua what would look best on me. “Okay, so it’s chilly outside so we’re going with these jeans, and this sweater, with this coat, and finally, these shoes,” Joshua handed me a bundle of clothes and Seungkwan held a pair of sneakers in his hands. “You sure?” “Yes, now put it on, and if we need to do some changes we will, breath,” Seungkwan always knew what to do when I was panicking. It makes sense, we’ve been friends for as long as I can remember. “Okay,” I changed into the clothes in the bathroom and when I went back into my room the two boys looked over the outfit, then at each other, before they looked back at me and nodded their heads. “You look great!” “Thank you, Joshua,” “No problem, now come on, let’s go, or you’re going to be late for your first date,” “I’m scared,” “I know, but it’s okay. It’s the same Jihoon you’ve met almost every day since the middle of August. Nothing has changed, so just breathe, and remember, he’s the same Jihoon that you’ve gotten to know over these months,” Seungkwan gave me a gentle nudge as both he and Joshua smiled reassuringly at me. I don’t think I would have made it to the date, had it not been for Seungkwan and Joshua.

As I approached the building where the date was going to be, I couldn’t help but laugh. He remembered. As I stepped inside, I immediately found Jihoon standing a few meters inside, holding two cups of hot chocolate, for once dressed in something other than the color black, but most importantly, he had a nervous smile across his lips that just blossomed into a brighter happier smile as soon as he saw me. He was just as nervous as I was. “Hi, you look really pretty,” Jihoon handed me the cup as we now stood in front of each other inside a small and cozy bookshop. One I had mentioned on one of the first days of our project. Wonwoo had been there and it seemed so nice but I hadn’t been able to go yet. But here I was now, with Jihoon. “Thank you, you look really nice too,” “Come on, let’s go look through all the books,” I let out a happy glee as I grabbed Jihoon’s free hand with mine and dragged him along as I began sifting through books and telling him of my favorite ones. We were in there for hours and once the shop was closing we went to a convenience store and bought some ramyun to eat. He really set my standards high, not because we did something fancy but because we did something that meant a lot, something that was special to us. Jihoon even walked me home and once we were outside my house, we stopped, looked at each other, then down to our interlocked hands, and finally back at each other. “Would you want to go on another date with me?” “Of course, I would, Ji. I’d love to,” “Great, ‘cause I meant it when I said I like you, really like you,” “I like you too,” “Would you be my girlfriend?” I was shocked that he asked me, right then and there, albeit, happy too. “Yes,” It almost felt like being proposed to, I know it isn’t nearly the same but for me at that time, it was better.

The remaining days of the semester were spent the same way all other days had been spent by us. The only thing that changed was that we now shared our drinks, occasionally feeding each other a bite or two of our food or snacks, and we sometimes planted a cheek kiss on the other when they weren’t expecting it. We hadn’t had a kiss on the lips yet, neither one was ready for that step just yet, but that was okay. We didn’t need to rush that. I was ready to cry on the last day because I didn’t know if I could see Jihoon during the break. As I began packing up my things, I felt the tears forming, when suddenly, a gentle hand was placed on my shoulder. “Would you like to come over to my house tomorrow and eat dinner with me and my family?” My neck hurt from how quickly I twisted it to look at him. “You mean we can see each other during the break?” “Yeah. I mean, if you want to. We don’t have to,” “No, I would love to. I was worried that you would be too busy during the break,” “I’m not too busy for my girlfriend,” And just like that, he stole my heart once again.

The dinner with his family was really nice. Even if I almost dropped every single bite of my food from being so nervous that I was shaking. His family was lovely and welcomed me with warm and open arms. During winter break, Jihoon got to meet Seungkwan and Joshua too, along with Wonwoo, though the two of them had already met. he also got to meet some of Seungkwan's closest friends, other than me, like Chan and Junhui. For once, Jihoon was really nervous. “I promise, they’re nice, they will probably just interrogate you a little,” “That’s what I’m worried about, what if they don’t like me?” “Hey, Wonwoo likes you, he’s already on your side. And honestly, he’s the hardest one to win over because he’s the most, how should I say this? Unbothered one? like he usually doesn’t care all that much about others. The two of us became friends because we both like reading books and we ended up hiding in the same spot to read books instead of playing with the other children. It took me a week to find out his name, I think he might have stuck around me because that way he wouldn’t have to get to know anyone else. But, he made an effort to get to know you, he doesn’t do that often, so you should feel special,” “Still, what if the others don’t like me?” “They’ll like you, Ji. Don’t worry. If it makes you feel better, then you can invite some of your friends too, like Seungcheol and Minghao,” “Yeah, maybe I’ll do that,”

Two days later, with only one day left until the next school semester was beginning, (Y/n) and her friends arranged a special friend lunch so that her friends could meet her boyfriend and vice versa. Also, now that Jihoon was inviting some of his friends too, (Y/n) could meet them and get to know them, Seungcheol, she already knew quite well though. Since that one day, he had hung out with her and Jihoon in P201 a couple of times so they had spoken quite a lot. (Y/n) had also met Minghao once, when he stopped by the ‘studio’ to give Jihoon a notebook that contained a bunch of song lyrics that Jihoon had written during the years, he had forgotten it at Minghao’s the night before after they had spent hours working on a project. (Y/n) and Minghao didn’t say much to each other that time though, mostly just a ‘hi,’. And lastly, Soonyoung, she had never met. Jihoon said that once she saw Soonyoung she would know who he is, he wasn’t wrong. Kwon Soonyoung is a well-known guy around school, known as Hoshi, a guy who loves tigers, dancing, and being loud. Jihoon was a bit anxious about meeting Seungkwan and Joshua, although he didn’t need to worry, the two took a quick liking to him and just hit it off. I guess maybe it was easier for guys, in my experience girls didn’t usually become friends so quickly. Chan and Jun also hit it off with Jihoon though Jun became closest with Minghao, and Chan with Soonyoung. Seungcheol and Wonwoo quickly bonded over both liking rapping. I was happy, and Jihoon was happy, even if Joshua threatened to haunt him forever if he ever even thought of hurting me and Seungkwan was staring at him with dagger eyes.

Soon enough, winter was over. The snow began melting and the flowers of spring began blooming. Jihoon met my family, who loved him. Everything was perfect. We went on a lot of dates. Picnics, movie dates, convenience store dates, bookshop dates, him trying to teach me how to play an instrument, Jihoon singing his songs to me. Everything really was perfect. We still hadn’t kissed, but it felt like we didn’t need to yet. That kiss was going to be special, it was worth waiting for. Today, I regret not kissing him earlier. If only I had known then what I know now. Our first kiss was special. It really was. But for all the wrong reasons.

Summer was creeping closer. Summer break was just days away, sure it might have been three weeks left, but high school freshman I saw it as only a few days. One warm and sunny late spring Thursday, Jihoon called me just a few minutes after I had gotten home. This was out of the ordinary. This was weird. “Hey, Ji,” “(Y/n). Can you meet me at the park close to the Choi Convenience store?” “Yeah, when? Ji, are you okay?” I could hear how strained his voice was, he was fighting to hold back tears. I knew exactly how someone who was choked up with tears sounded, it was familiar to me because I often felt that way. “As soon as you can, I’ll be there in 5, I’ll wait by the swings,” “Okay, I’m leaving now,” And so we hung up. Our first call since we became a couple that didn’t end with a ‘bye honey,’ or ‘take care, sweetie’. I put down my bag and ran out the door. I ran all the way to the park. Once I reached it I could barely breathe, my lungs were screaming, and everything hurt, but all I knew was that I needed to get to him. To my Jihoon. The second I saw him sitting on one of the swings, my heart broke. There were two rivers of tears running from his eyes, down his cheeks, and some even running down his neck. I had never seen him so broken before. “I hate my dad,” “Why, what happened?” “We have to move. He got some stupid job in [insert place very far away from where you live]. We’re moving, (Y/n),” I couldn’t stand. I fell to my knees. Partly due to my exhaustion from running all the way from home and partly because of what Jihoon just told me. Call me dramatic, but my first love just told me he was moving far away from me, I knew what it meant. We had to break up. We were too young for a long-distance relationship. It just wouldn’t work. “When?” “What?” “When? When are you moving?” By now, my own face matched his, with tears running all over my cheeks. “At the end of July,” “So we still have about two months?” Jihoon looked at me with sadness in his eyes, though I also found a drop of gratefulness swirling around in them. Gratefulness over him not having to explain that after two months, we would be over. “Yeah, two months,” “That’s okay, at least we have two more months,” “(Y/n),” Jihoon got down from the swing, he leaned on his knees in front of me while one of his hands caressed my cheek. “Jihoon,” He embraced me in a hug. He held onto me for a long time. And we just sat there, on the ground, crying, as we hugged each other as close as we could. We might have been children or young teenagers, but what we had was real. So it hurt, it really hurt, knowing we would even have a year together. It felt like someone was dying. And someone was. The me I had been with him. The me who had her first love.

2 months. It might seem like a long time in some situations, while in others it feels like just 2 days. I spent every day with Jihoon. We tried to stay happy and do fun things without thinking of our doom’s day. July 31. That would be the end of us. Our last day. Some days, it worked and we could genuinely enjoy whatever we were doing, others, however, were spent by us hugging or holding hands in silence. We didn’t dare speak, afraid that if we spoke, we would wake up and find that it was just a dream that we were still together. The clock moves forward. Time goes on. Unfortunately. Too soon, July 31 rolled around. That morning, I woke up at 5 am to go over to Jihoon’s house which had been sold, to say goodbye.

“Promise me that you’ll still be here when I come back,” Jihoon held my hands in his own. “I promise,” “Good. I want you to promise one more thing,” “What?” “Promise me, that you’ll move on. And that you’ll be happy,” “Jihoon, I don’t want to -” “Please, (Y/n). Promise me that. Please,” I felt my throat close up, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak, the tears that were falling from my eyes choked me up. I tried my best to answer him. “I, I-I, p-promise, I-I do,” I somewhat stuttered through it as I could barely breathe. “I love you, (Y/n)” And then he kissed me. Jihoon kissed me. Our first kiss. Our first and last kiss. “I love you too, Jihoon,” “Come on, Jihoon. We need to leave,” Jihoon looked behind him, toward his family who was getting inside the car, ready to take the love of my life away from me. “I love you, I always will,” He kissed me on the forehead before he let go of me and turned around to walk to the car, and out of my life. I watched them drive away, I felt a part of me die that day. Your first love always stays with you, they say. I didn’t think it would hurt this much.

A few days later, Woozi uploaded a new song to his Soundcloud. I listened to it, letting my tears run freely. It was our story. Our song. He had given it the perfect name. “Right person, wrong time,”. As I heard the lyrics, my heart broke once again. “You were the one person who saw me for who I am, more than just the shell of me, though our time was short I know you are my soulmate. My first and forever love. The summer dream that I don’t want to wake up from,”

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• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

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#Onthisday: Jul 3rd, 2018

Title: Vanilla's Jogging Exercise

Here's Vanilla 🐰🎀 in her adorable armored "Beargguy III" jogging while jabbing her arms as a exercise 🏃‍♀️🥊👊, a shades part from the actually Beargguy III in the episode 9 "Wings of Imagination" in Gundam Build Fighters. When China Kousaka piloting and practicing of maneuver with her custom Beargguy III, like blocking attacks from opponent, shooting range, jogging while jab (like I said, and that is what I draw for), etc...

Hope she'll using her second one for both war and for the tournament. 😉🏆🤖

Beargguy III Vanilla 🐰🎀 (taking a break from jogging boxing): *Phew* Yes, I am! I want to train harder & fight stronger while wearing my adorable armor, much like my bunny friends Riya & May! 😁

Vanilla (Chowder OC) - created by Glassfu (dA) / Smileahoy (tumblr) Armor (Gundam Build Fighters) - Gundam Series © SUNRISE, Sotsu

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I posted 5,160 times in 2022

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#you just know in that second gif that he’s been talking and is like ‘oh no now i have to say this and it’s not going to go down well’

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Let’s Get Physical

… when he occasionally catches Green Eyes rolling his eyes at Carlos taking photos or looking away with a smirk that leaves him wondering if he’s overdoing it with the gym posts.

Perhaps not though, given the frequency with which tkstrand1 appears in his viewers list; a familiar face with a soft-looking mouth smiling around a lollipop in the profile picture.

—

The gym AU in which Carlos makes use of the gifts he’s been given to catch the eye of a certain green-eyed gym patron.

In which I spiralled, an AU was born and much time was spent looking at gym pics on @rafaelsilvasource for ✨science✨

Massive thanks to @celeritas2997 for the coding help on this one!

Also, a warning: there are Instagram posts embedded in this fic, do with that information what you will.

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Can I request: 24. just really needed a hug sort of hug

It’d been a busy shift and TK was glad for it. Carlos and his dad had both suggested he take the day off, but he wanted to work, to stay busy, to not have to think.

Nancy and Tommy had started the shift casting surreptitious glances at him, no doubt having been reminded of the date by Carlos and his dad respectively. TK could tell they both wanted to say something but didn’t know if he wanted to hear anything they might say. Nancy had settled for shoving his shoulder lightly and ruffling his hair. Tommy had gently laid a hand on his arm but the alarm had sounded for a medical call before she could say anything and that was that. They worked non-stop for the next twelve hours, and barely had time to stop and eat, let alone have awkward conversations.

Now though, TK is about to walk through the door of the loft and the weight of the day is starting to settle on his shoulders, mixing with his general exhaustion, draining him.

As he steps through the door, he can smell cookies baking in the oven and see the boxes of what he thinks is dim sum on the kitchen counter. And there, leaning against the console table waiting for him, is Carlos.

Despite his weariness, despite his grief, seeing Carlos smiling at him still makes his stomach swoop, even after all these years.

“Hey babe.” His voice is soft, gentle. There’s a question in his greeting and somehow those two words convey so many things to TK: hi and what do you need and how can I make you feel better and I love you.

“Baby.” TK looks at Carlos, at his big brown eyes full of concern and love and has to look away from the force of them. He drops his bag on the floor and without really thinking about it, goes to Carlos, always drawn to him as if there’s some magnetic force pulling them together.

Carlos’ arms are warm and solid around him, one hand cradling them back of his neck, fingers scratching at the base of his skull. Carlos presses a kiss to his temple, his jaw then ducks his head to kiss his favourite spot on TK’s neck.

They don’t speak. TK just clutches at Carlos’ shoulders and lets himself be held and feels the tension leech away the longer they stay pressed together. Carlos has him tucked securely against his body as he strokes TK’s hair. He’s saying something, but TK can’t really hear the words, he just knows from the cadence of Carlos’ voice and the way he holds him that whatever he’s saying is soothing and full of love.

Later, they’ll part and Carlos will ask him if he wants to eat first or whether he’d prefer to just lay down. Later, Carlos will tell TK that he’s baked Gwyn’s cookies and they’ll sit and eat them with ice cream and laughter as TK tells stories about her from his childhood. Later, TK will lead Carlos wordlessly to the shower and ask his husband to help him forget, and Carlos will skillfully, wonderfully, take him apart until there’s no room in his mind for anything but pleasure.

But right now, TK really needs a hug and he’s not ready to let go.

Send me a soft prompt and a pairing

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Tarlos + holding hands across the table 💙

TK can’t help but think about another time he’d sat across from his partner in a fancy restaurant and how far he’s come since then. Looking back, he can’t believe he ever thought that Alex was his soulmate.

Of course, he didn’t know Carlos then. He didn’t know what it was like to be loved unconditionally by someone who chose to do so, by someone who makes the conscious decision to love him each and every day. He didn’t know what it was to be loved by someone who loved all of him – not inconsiderable flaws and all.

He knows now though.

Carlos tells him that he’s loved in a thousand different ways every day. He tells him in the way that he cooks him breakfast and makes his coffee, and in the way that he pushes TK to call Cooper when he knows that he can’t give him what he needs in that moment. He tells him when he asks Tia Lucy to make TK’s favourite foods for Sunday lunch and endures the good-natured teasing from his cousins when TK can’t keep his hands off him. He tells him in the gentle kisses he presses to TK’s forehead when he has to leave for a shift while TK is sleeping. He tells him in the not so gentle way he fucks TK into the mattress and in the way he gives up control to let TK take him apart with his fingers and follows them with his tongue. He tells him by never letting them leave for their respective shifts without saying “be safe, I love you” because time has shown them that anything can happen and where TK is concerned, the improbable is far more probable than it should be.

“Babe? Where’d you go?” Carlos asks, running his fingers across TK’s wrist before taking his hand.

TK looks at their hands linked on the table, the contrast of Carlos’ brown skin against his, golden ring glinting in the candle light.

“I’m right here,” TK says, smiling softly. “With my husband.”

90 notes - Posted July 1, 2022

Would you write 2 & 3 together for the soft prompts? Tarlos obviously 🥺 (either one is also fine)

Sorry these are taking me so long to get to! But if you’ve sent me one, I promise I will write something for your prompt 💕

2. Sleeping in & 3. Forehead kisses

TK silences his alarm as quickly as he can and rolls back over on his pillow, tucking his hands underneath his cheek as he takes in the sight of his still-sleeping husband.

There’s pale, early morning light filtering in through the windows, casting a gentle glow over Carlos’ skin. His curls are stark against the white pillow, the light making his ridiculous lashes cast shadows onto his cheekbones. It takes all of TK’s self-control not to kiss his lips, slack with sleep but soft and inviting. Carlos rolled onto his stomach in the time it took TK to find his phone and turn off the alarm, as if he’d chased TK across the bed in his sleep when he’d moved from his place tucked against Carlos’ side.

TK forces himself to leave the bed, before the sight of Carlos’ back – broad planes of smooth brown skin, over hard lines of muscle, still dappled with purple marks in the distinctive shape of TK’s mouth, bare except for the white sheet that barely covers the curve of his ass – drives him to call in sick in favour of spending another day in bed with Carlos.

He’s envious that their rosters mean that Carlos has managed to swing an extra day off after their honeymoon, and a little sad that he has to leave his husband in bed while he goes off on a 24-hour shift. TK’s not sure how he’s going to cope with being away from Carlos for that long, not after ten glorious days of just the two of them, uninterrupted.

Still, he gets ready for work as quietly as he can, if only because Nancy will be insufferable if he calls in sick when she’d picked them up from the airport last night and therefore knows that he’s most definitely not sick at all. Lovesick maybe.

As TK passes their bedroom before he leaves, he pauses and smiles. Carlos has migrated onto TK’s pillow. He steps into the room and sees that the crease across the top of Carlos’ nose has appeared, his mouth pouting a little as if he’d tried to find TK in his sleep and was unhappy to find him gone. TK leans over and presses a kiss to Carlos’ forehead, and another to the crease, feeling it smooth under the gentle pressure of his lips, the way it always does.

“I love you,” he whispers, running a hand lightly over Carlos’ curls.

Carlos’ lips curl upwards a little at the corners, into a hint of a smile in response and TK forces himself to walk away, holding onto the ring that sits on the chain around his neck and the promise that it holds.

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My #1 post of 2022

what, like it’s hard?

The prequel to to the victor, the spoils aka the firstprince lawyer AU with a twist; featuring insurmountable rivalry, questionable decision making and more than a little tension.

After Henry stole the Atkins case from Alex, there’s no way Alex can ever forgive him. Ever. Henry is enemy no. 1, persona non grata. There’s absolutely no way that Henry and his quiet smiles, with his almost offensive politeness and his stupid accent and his stupid perfect hair can make up for this.

Or can he? —

lawyer au | multichap | E | 11/11 chapters

updating on Wednesdays and Sundays

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PS. if you are allergic to wips, I get it - I am too. EDIT: The final chapter is half-written! I’ve written 10.5/11 chapters and the other two are one is outlined and just waiting for me to type the words. Rest assured this will be finished!

UPDATE 9/10/22: I’ve finished writing the fic!! It’s now complete 😊

Chapter 11

UPDATE 22/10: Now complete!!

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