#babe wake up it's my birthday go give it a pity read

[sercezgazety]

The time is just after ten p.m., a bit early to be done with the dinner already, but it was nothing fancy, and the restaurant was awfully loud. They both agreed that there was no point getting dessert when there were much more fun ways of spending the evening.

The place: the interior of Dan’s car, somewhere in the middle of the road between Arkham and Dunwich where Lana lives. She said the commute was not that long, though that was back when they were laughing, and the table was hiding the foot she had on Dan’s lap. Now, the drive seems unbearably long, and Dan grinds his teeth in order not to swear out loud. That certainly wouldn’t improve the situation.

Lana is sitting next to him, tight-lipped and sweating. A minute or so ago, Dan tried to tell a joke. Before he got to the punchline, she gave a shrill, terrified laugh that told him beyond any doubt the evening was not salvageable. So. No stopping by at her place. It would be really weird if it were any other way, to be honest. It’s a miracle Lana still hasn’t pepper-sprayed him the moment she noticed the blood stains.

How did Dan miss them, anyway? He was cleaning the upholstery just yesterday, specifically for the occasion, and he could have sworn he didn’t miss a spot. They must have sprung into existence overnight, unless.

Unless Herbert put something in the car, and then took it out before Dan came back. And yeah, now that he tries to discreetly glance at the door, there are claw marks next to the latch. Lana, judging by the way she’s clutching her purse, has already noticed them.

Dan told him he cleaned the car specifically because he was going out that night. He couldn’t just store whatever body part that was — probably something with fingernails, but in case of Herbert’s experiments, that doesn’t necessarily mean it was a hand. Couldn’t store it somewhere else just this once, could he. What a dick.

Dan decides to break the silence again by offering Lana some chewing gum. He really shouldn’t have done so because the moment he opens the glove compartment, he finds an ear in there. An honest to God, entire human ear, concha and all. It has piercings in it.

What a perfect place to store an ear. Easy to reach when the need for a severed body part arises. Very handy.

He smashes the compartment closed immediately, and he thinks Lana didn’t get a look, but that’s mostly because she’s not screaming. She just stares ahead, an unnaturally polite smile plastered on her face.

“I think—I think, uh. That’s where I jump off,” she tells him the very second they pass the sign saying they’ve entered Dunwich. Some lights are shining in the distance, but they’re pretty far away. On both sides of the road, there’s nothing but empty fields.

“You sure?” Dan tries, even though he knows he shouldn’t. “Seems like an awful long walk. You said you lived near the center, right?”

Calling a town like Dunwich something with a center is generous. So is calling it a town. But there sure is a difference between the part that has buildings and people in it, and the absolute middle of nowhere. There’s a hill a bit to the right, and there are some weird shapes on it. Dan remembers someone at Miskatonic telling him about those. Standing stones or something like that, probably pretty interesting when you’re into this sort of thing. But also creepy as shit, especially when it’s dark.

He still doesn’t stop the car. He feels terrible about this, but he’s not going to let Lana walk all the way to town in the middle of the night and in this kind of shoes. Granted, she’s terrified now, but it’s not like she’s facing any real danger. If he lets her into the night, she might be.

“Yeah,” she says, and she’s doing a poor job at hiding the tremor in her voice. “But I have a friend nearby, and can you believe it? I forgot I promised her I’d drop by tonight!”

Dan can’t believe it, but he’s not an asshole, so he just nods. The buildings are closer now, and in a minute, they are going to be somewhere that might actually have electric light.

“Okay, I can drop you off by her house,” he offers gallantly because he has no idea what else to say without actively acknowledging that the inside of his car looks like a murder scene. Then, he bares his teeth in the most reassuring smile he can muster.

“No!” Lana shrieks, and they both cringe at that. “No,” she repeats, this time much quieter, and then gives some sort of a bark that was probably supposed to be laughter. “That’s alright, really. You’ve already wasted enough time, you know. I can walk from here.”

The nearest building is a couple yards away. Dan would prefer to drive for a moment longer, just to make sure no one drags Lana into the darkness, screaming, but she’s already unbuckled her seatbelt. He stops with a heavy sigh, aware that if he didn’t, she might jump out of the moving vehicle.

She doesn’t say goodbye, just opens the door and leaves, the purse all but forgotten on the car seat. She doesn’t break into a sprint either, not right away at least. Dan thinks he saw her take off her shoes as he turned the car around and headed back to Arkham.

So now the time is a quarter to midnight. The place: Dan’s room, but only physically. Mentally, he’s somewhere else, not entirely certain where, but it sure as hell doesn’t smell of stale coffee and sheets he hasn’t changed in weeks. It’s this weird amalgam of numerous bedrooms he’s seen, or maybe a motel room, the details are hazy. It’s not like they’re important. The important thing is the body writhing underneath Dan’s as his hand speeds up, the large breasts that bounce nicely, a mouth that pants and cries out, legs that are long, slender, and wrapped around his waist. The facial features of his partner shift from one nurse to another, and there are some models and one really pretty patient of Dan’s thrown into the mix. No Lana, though. He’d feel way too guilty about it afterwards.

He bites into his cheek to keep the noises down. There’s a sharp knock, and before he can answer, Herbert is already pushing the door open, leaving Dan just enough time to curl up and bring the blanket to his chin.

“Fridge went out,” he informs Dan without any preamble. “The kidneys are of no use.”

“What— what kidneys?” Dan sputters before the proper indignation sets in. “And haven’t you heard of knocking?”

Herbert visibly frowns at that. “I knocked.”

“But didn’t wait for an answer!”

“Hm,” is all the apology Dan gets. Herbert is still standing in the doorway, squinting in Dan’s general direction, but it’s not going to take much longer for his eyes to accommodate to the dimness of the room. “Either way, we need to get an auxiliary generator. We can’t continue losing perfectly good tissue like that.”

“I’ll look into it,” Dan grunts. “Tomorrow.”

Herbert just keeps standing there. Hovering.

“Well, obviously. Everything’s closed. It’s the middle of the night, Dan.”

“Yeah,” Dan agrees. His dick gives a frustrating twitch instead of just going flaccid, and he would probably be asking himself what is wrong with him, were he not too busy wondering about what is wrong with his roommate. “Obviously.”

The infernal little man gives a curt nod, his head outlined by the light seeping in from the hallway. It doesn’t seem like he plans on leaving.

“Is that all?” Dan asks through gritted teeth.

Herbert, instead of taking a cue like any normal person would, takes two hesitant steps inside. “You’re home early,” he observes, and yeah, no shit. As if that wasn’t on him. “You said you’d be back in the morning.”

What else can Dan do but shrug, his hands still buried underneath the blanket. At this point, it would be just weird to take them out.

“I take it the date didn’t go well.” There’s not a hint of question in Herbert’s voice.

“Didn’t work out.”

“Odd,” he decides to comment instead of leaving. “She seemed your type.” He pauses, making a show of tapping a finger to his chin, trying to come up with anything to say about Lana. He settles on, “Had boobs.”

“Yeah, and I had a fucking human ear in the glove compartment,” Dan snaps back. “Care to explain how it landed itself there?”

“I haven’t got the faintest idea.”

Herbert is fidgeting, but sounds innocent. He never sounds innocent, unless he’s really trying to, and if he has to try, then, well…

“You did it on purpose, didn’t you.”

Herbert cocks his head to the side and carefully schools his features into confusion. “Did what on purpose?”

“Sabotage me like that! Cockblock, interfere, ruin the date, whatever you want to call it. You did it on purpose! Again!” Dan’s hands must have gotten free since he’s apparently waving them around in agitation. Thank God, the blanket remains where it was. “Do you get some sick pleasure out of it? Or do you just want me miserable so that you have someone to talk to?”

He should have seen it coming, but the click of the light switch still takes him by surprise. He blinks rapidly, and this way, Herbert, who was in a better-lit room just a minute ago, gets the upper hand. Well. Even more of it.

“Where is this coming from?” he asks, the very image of wounded innocence. Then, something shifts in his face, and for a second, it looks like he really is alarmed. “Dan, are you alright?” he asks, suddenly uncomfortably close. He does tend to pop up in unexpected places like a cat would. “You have a fever?”

Dan bats the hand away before Herbert manages to put it on his forehead. He was supposed to be feeling angry, not ashamed of himself.

It doesn’t stop Herbert from crouching down and staring into his face. They’re making eye contact. That’s what they’re doing now, that’s how the evening is apparently going.

“You’re flushed. Sweaty,” the man observes. “Your breathing’s labored. I’m not letting you near the lab in that state, you’re a walking health hazard. Are you experiencing any soreness? Did you contract something from that doxy?”

“Good, I wasn’t going to the la— wait, doxy? Seriously? What next, strumpet? Harlot?”

Herbert’s mouth forms a thin, bloodless line. “You’re right,” he agrees without even acknowledging what Dan actually said. “The incubation period is much longer, this must be something else. So what about the muscle soreness? Headache? Sore throat? Nausea?”

Dan can only shake his head, torn between screaming and bursting out with hysterical laughter, though granted, there is some nausea involved. When Herbert tries to take his pulse, he manages to wrangle his wrist away. From this close, he can see a speck of blood on his roommate’s cuff.

“I’m fine, Herbert.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“No, seriously.” The blush should have receded due to the mortification, and yet, Dan can feel it getting worse. At least he’s been able to get his breathing under control. “I’m fine.”

Herbert ignores him completely, fumbling through the pockets in order to produce a pen light, apparently intending to flash it right into Dan’s eyes.

“Herbert!”

Dan didn’t mean to shout, he really didn’t, but at least it gets the job done. West stops trying to pry his left eye open.

“Look. I’m fine. I’m not sick.” Dan gulps, unsure how to phrase it. “It’s all… natural. I just, uh. Need a couple more minutes to myself.”

Herbert freezes. He’d probably take a step back, had he not been crouching, but if Dan expected West to blush, he’d be disappointed. “Ah,” he just says, his face perfectly blank.

continue reading about Herbert making everything horribly awkward, and about Dan suffering in his very own personal hell here. there are puns! there are body parts!

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[drmmyrs]

Remember Me (Becca x MC) Part 2

Hiii I’m back. Sorry again for the delay 😬I had such a hard time writing the ending so thank you so much @samanthadalton for all your help ��Also, a big thanks to M anon for their suggestions and song request which I used some of.

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Read Part 1

Pairing: Becca x MC (Emily)

Warnings: some swearing

Word Count: 2289

It's been an hour since Emily last came into my room to remind me of my doctor's appointment. And it's been about thirty minutes since I've been ready to go, physically at least. Naturally, I tried to get Chris to come with me instead because he's my boyfriend, right? Ughh fine, ex-boyfriend. But can you blame me, though? How am I suppose to move on when I literally have no memory of some sort of breakup or closure? I stare at the dull beige-colored ceiling, a view which has me panicking in the mornings right after I wake up, before I remember that I don't live at the sorority house anymore. I then close my eyes and get comfort in the memories I have left, my only anchor on the reality I knew, away from this freakish place with the people I don't even give a shit about.

After a couple more minutes, I begrudgingly get up with a groan and trudge downstairs, finding Emily waiting on the couch. She smiles upon seeing me, but I don't return the gesture, being genuinely annoyed at the prospect of having to spend an incessant amount of time with her. So instead, I walk past her towards the door, my heels clattering on the wooden surface. Emily then follows behind me from a distance, careful not to invade my space. Once outside, I walk straight towards the passenger door of Emily's junk of a car, grabbing the handle as I glare at Emily impatiently, waiting for her to unlock it. As soon as unlocked, I sink into the seat, slamming the door close harder than I intended. Emily, though, takes a second before going in, eyeing the seat suspiciously as if it might shatter anytime. Once seated, she places her hand on the gear stick, slightly trembling. And then it dawns on me, I may have forgotten about the accident, but it's probably still fresh from her memory, terrorizing her at every reminder. All this time, I've been complaining about how unfair everything is for me, not once considering how it may have affected her.

"Who was driving?" I ask. It may not be the best thing to talk about right now, but I have to know.

I see Emily flinch at the question, and before she even opens her mouth, I know. She looks out the windshield, her voice cracking when she replies, "I was."

I nod. My mom told me it was a drunk driver running a red light that hit us, so I don't blame her at all, not anymore.

"Is it–" The words come out sharp, so I stop and soften my voice. "Is it the first time you drove since?"

Emily doesn't reply immediately; instead, she shifts the gear and steps on the gas pedal as we begin to make our way towards the hospital. She grips the steering wheel tightly, anxiously looking at the road, her eyes obsessively sweeping for any oncoming traffic at every intersection.

"No. No it's not but..." Emily trails off, her knuckles turning white as her grip on the steering wheel tightens.

But it's her first time to drive with me in the car. I turn my head to look out the window, knowing full well I can't ease her fears. How can I when I'm the living reminder of everything she lost?

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I immediately regret my outfit choice as soon as we get into the waiting room, the frigid temperature biting at my skin, sending sharp pains like that of a needle across my exposed skin. I try to play it cool, but a shiver escapes my body, desperate for any source of heat. A few seconds later, a jacket appears in front of me, held by Emily who is wearing an annoyingly cute little smile on her face. I mumble thanks and take the jacket, placing it over my shoulders, smelling the scent of lavender as I bask in the comfort of heat.

I take out my phone and browse my socials, catching up on all the events I missed–or forgotten–while ignoring the get well soon messages from both people I know and don't know that have been piling up ever since the accident. A few minutes later, the doctor calls my name, and as I stand up, Emily does as well but then sits back down almost immediately, clearly unsure if her company is welcome.

I roll my eyes. "Come on."

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After a useless consultation–apparently, they can't do much to help me regain my memories–Emily suggests we stop by an ice cream parlor not far from here. I assent, but only because I need the comfort of a sugary snack right now, and it's been ages since I had one, or at least I think so.

We reach a store I don't recognize, replacing an office space that, while I never paid attention to before, was a pleasant fixture in my reality, not this... eyesore. I shake my head; I can't keep living in the past. I follow Emily into the store, reminding myself that this is my reality now.

Inside, the floor is patterned with alternating pink and black tiles, and the walls are coated with somewhat fresh pink paint adorned with decors that scream ice cream as if one might stumble into the shop looking for lunch or something.

"Welcome t–ah Emily and Becca! I haven't seen you girls in a while."

I turn around to see a guy, probably in his mid-twenties– smiling at us like...  I shoot Emily a side-eye. She, of course, fails to mention that the guy working here is buddy-buddy with me. So, is this the kind of couple we were? Those who frequent an ice cream parlor enough to be on a first-name basis with the ice cream guy? I internally groan in disgust at the thought.

"–Becca." I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I hear my name. Emily and the ice cream guy are looking at me expectantly.

"Sorry I didn't hear," I mumble.

"You'll be having strawberry, your usual, correct?" says the guy with a wide smile.

I do want strawberry, but I shake my head and say, "Vanilla," just to spite him, annoyed how some stranger knows my favorite ice cream flavor.

"Ooh, trying something new today, are we? One rocky road and vanilla coming right up," he announces in an annoyingly high pitch voice. I struggle not to roll my eyes.

"Where's the bathroom?" I ask, which is met by a look of confusion followed by a laugh.

"You know wh–" 

Emily quickly interjects, "The bathroom's there, Becca," pointing at a door at the back of the store.

I excuse myself and go to the bathroom, heading straight towards the mirror. I stare at my reflection, nitpicking every tiny detail that has changed throughout the years, changes I don't recognize at all. A tear rolls down my cheek, but I quickly wipe it away. I'm Rebecca fucking Davenport; I don't cry. I grip the sink tightly, overcome with a new resolution. I know who I am; they don't, convincing myself more than anyone else.

Once finishing up in the bathroom, I head back outside, noticing a different aura in the room. Emily is holding our orders with an apologetic look while the ice cream guy regards me with pity, something I've grown used to in the past few weeks. I take my ice cream from Emily, not meeting her gaze, and walk out of the store, striding ahead of her towards the car, not once looking back.

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On the ride home, silence weighs heavily between us as Emily bites at her lower lip, either contemplating what to say or waiting for me to go off on her. After an awkward amount of time, Emily finally breaks the silence.

"I'm sorry I–"

"Forget about it," I cut her off, too exhausted to engage with her. I think about the previous encounter, wondering if that would be my norm. Unfamiliar people coming up to me, sharing inside jokes and anecdotes while I stare blankly at them, wondering if I should explain my situation or just ignore them, being the bitch I know I am. I stare out the window, seeing all the changes in the city, musing about the memories I may have had alongside them, memories that I may or may not recover. It's as if an impostor had been living my life for the past two years, and now I'm forced to follow in their footsteps. It's obvious I had changed a lot during those years, my previous enemies becoming my closest friends, my greatest rival supposedly becoming the love of my life. Was she the love of my life? Was I happy with Emily?

It's already dark outside when we arrive home. I notice a few cars parked down the road, something unusual considering this is the only house for at least a couple of blocks. What do I know, though, it's not like I remember much about this place. I turn my attention back to the house; the lights inside are turned off, leaving a lone street lamp and the car's headlights as the primary sources of light, accentuating the jagged grey bricks of the house, almost giving an appearance of something sinister. This is ridiculous; I chide myself for being scared of a stupid house. 

Emily walks ahead towards the door while I follow a few steps behind. As soon as I walk inside, the light turns on, and I'm greeted by a chorus of surprise echoing throughout the house, coming from people whom I only recognize half of. I stare at them blankly, unimpressed but just mostly confused. My mother walks over to me and gives me a big hug.

"Happy birthday, sweetie."

Birthday? I inconspicuously look at my phone. Huh. I could've sworn I've seen the date today at least a few times. A few moments later, Emily steps forward with a cake in her hands.

"Happy birthday babe," she says, immediately followed by a look of horror. "Becca. Sorry."

Of course Emily had planned this. It doesn't really matter if I wanted to have a stupid party. She had to go ahead and decide for me.

"Go ahead and blow out the candles," my mom urges.

I blow out the candles, faking a smile for my mom. As much as I want to storm into my room, I'm not about to break my mom's heart by causing some unnecessary drama.

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Just a few moments into the party, and I'm already exhausted–people lining up to greet me, asking how I've been doing since the accident. I realize that most people here don't know about my condition, which means I have had to engage in quite a few conversations about the things I've supposedly been doing for the past few years, things I have no recollection of, to which I gave vague answers to avoid having to explain everything. 

I down my fourth glass of virgin cuba libre, eyeing the display of alcohol with contempt, resentful that I can’t drink because of the medicine I took earlier, when Zack drags me across the room to play some truth or dare with a bunch of people, some of whom I don't recognize. Thankfully, if there was one thing the sorority has taught me, it's that you don't have to know someone to ask the right questions or expertly avoid the common ones. That is of course until someone asks you the most unexpected question.

"Do you have a date for the wedding yet?"

I stare at them blankly, fumbling for words. Wedding? 

"I–I–"

But before I can make up an answer, Kaitlyn arrives with Emily in tow, and that's when I notice it, the ring on Emily's finger. I gasp for breath, feeling like the air is taken out of my lungs. And I almost don't notice it when Kaitlyn takes out her guitar and starts singing, joined by the others.

When all the tears are rolling down your face And it feels like yours was the only heart to break When you come back home and all the lights are out And you're getting used to no one else being around

Oh, oh, I'll be there

I look at the unfamiliar faces, singing their hearts out, gazing at me fondly. I then turn my gaze to Emily's ring finger, and sitting on it is a small but glistening diamond and part of me chastises myself for not noticing earlier. I feel the entire room’s eyes on me and suddenly, it becomes too much for me to withstand. I stand up, scrabbling to go to my room, footsteps following behind me. Once I got on the stairs, Emily shouts my name from behind, and I stop at the sound of her voice, turning around.

"We were engaged? Why didn't you tell me?" My voice comes out harsher than expected and it seems to take Emily by surprise too because she just stands there motionless, speechless. “Marriage is a big thing Emily, that’s not something you can just conveniently not tell me.” I let out a frustrated groan, momentarily letting the anger wash all over me before I’m left with a bitter feeling in the pit of my stomach. “I’m sick of having random people tell me things about my life which I can’t even remember when my own fianc–” I stop, not even being able to say the word, shaking my head as the agony brought by my predicament proves to be too much. “I can’t do this. I'm sorry," I croak before running towards my room, slamming the door behind me. I then curl myself in bed as the tears fall freely.

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[eartht137]

DEAREST HEART-LETTER TWO

Whooo, goodness!! I spooked myself after writing the first letter. There is a dog next door to my house and she likes to stare out towards the back "alley way" and one night while I was showering by candlelight (blinds still aren't fixed) she wouldn't stop staring out at the alley way. My azz was spooked lol. That being said, here is another "letter" from Mr. Kal El himself. Enjoy curvies MMMMMMwwwaahhhhhhh!!!!

Dark Clark Kent x Plus Size Reader

Warnings: Stalking (This chapter is pretty tame)

A few days later, the whole situation had hidden itself in your brain. You had so much going on in your waking life, you really didn't have time to dwell on a possible prank. Your birthday had arrived and you really weren't feeling too thrilled about it. Your depression just had to spike up and ruin the one day you thought you would enjoy, but you didn't even get to stress about it for long. You'd stepped into your office to boot up your computer for the day, and you saw it. On your desk was a letter, same vintage parchment, but his time it had an Aster instead of a Rose. You stared at it for so long, wondering if you should read it or not. You finally sat down and pulled the letter out of the envelope to see what he had to say.

Happy Birthday Little One,

I wish so badly that I could show you the best birthday you've ever had, but that will have to wait. I know you're not looking forward to today. I've noticed you haven't mentioned it much, and you almost forgot. How do you forget your birthday silly girl? I have purchased a gift every year since we met, I can't wait until I'm able to give them to you and you can unwrap each and everyone as if it were Christmas. Why haven't you planned anything? Not even a free day for yourself, what's going on? I wish you would talk to me. I want so badly to help you get better, but its a one day at a time deal. I was there you know, when you almost died? I was there the night you called your husband and told him the truth about how bad you felt. I swear it was the scariest night of my life when the surgeon walked in and told you they were putting you in an induced state for a week. All I could think was, what if you didn't wake up, or what if they did something wrong? What if they hurt you more or caused a bad reaction. I have seen a lot of things, but I have never been so sad and afraid to lose someone like you. I watched over you every night, making sure you'd come back to me and the baby. Well, you know what I mean. I know that's been rough on you, but you are making great progress. I remember you saying you'd like to change your hair, would you like for me to set up your appointment? I think you'd look delicious with cherry red hair, just don't cut it please. I love your hair. I love everything about you. I know you don't remember, but the moment our eyes met, I couldn't get you out of my head. I tried, I swear I tried so hard to stay away. I'd go for walks at night to clear my head and try not to think of you, and I'd find myself further and further away from home. It has to be fate that wants us together, because there you were, pulling in from work one night. I watched you sit there blaring your music, trying to finish the song before you went inside. I knew you right away, I had never been so....I can't describe how it felt, it was overwhelming. It had to be love that outweighed the hurt, even your "husband" walked out to greet you, it just couldn't overshadow what my heart felt. I told myself that I loved you enough to let you be happy, and I did for awhile. Not one day or night went by where you didn't cross my mind, so I decided to whisk by and take a picture of you, just for memory of the woman I couldn't have. One picture turned to two, two turned to ten. I had to get the perfect angle, but the only perfect angle is up close, in person; like I said I did try. I wish I could take you out for your birthday. I'd cook for us and we'd go down by the river, or I could take you somewhere 5 star. I know its really not your thing, but you deserve to be served like a queen. You are a queen to me. I dreamed about you, I dream about you all the time, but this one was different. It scared me so much, I woke in cold sweat. I can't bear to think about it now, but I know it was just a stupid dream. I will have to go out of the country for awhile, but I promise to still write as often as I can. I love you, so much.

With All My Heart and Soul,

Kal-El

"Babe!!! Babe, I need to tell you something." You said scared senseless. You rushed to your husband, showing him the letters and explained that you thought it was a sick prank. Your husband immediately called the police. He packed you all up and as much as he hated it, you all went to stay with your mom.

That night while you were up talking to your mom, she leaned back and asked you something insane.

"Is that really another man's baby?" she asked seriously.

"NO! I don't even know who this is, I swear I don't know a Kal-El. I've never met anyone like that in all my life." You whisper screamed at her as you struggled to hold back tears. She stared into your eyes for a moment before sighing heavily. Before you knew it she was crying and hugging your neck so tight you couldn't breathe.

"After all you've been through, this was the last thing you needed. I've always told you to be careful and watch your surroundings." She fussed.

"Ma I did, but I don't ever go anywhere. I stay in the house most of the time and I'm always with my family." You couldn't help but feel as if you were being attacked.

"You never know who is watching you." She argued back.

"Ma, look at me." You said standing back opening your arms to show your full body. "All these years I've worked hard to feel comfortable in my own skin. It took me a long time to feel fully comfortable around my own husband. All of these years you guys have trashed me for my weight, the times you all have told me that I get different treatment for my size, there was no way in this world I could've ever imagined that I would get stalked by-by this Kal-El fucker!" You yelled as tears flowed down your face, you could even feel your face strain in anger. "Now this is happening, and I should've been watching my surroundings. You drilled in my head for years that people looked past me for you and everyone else. You drilled in my head that people would only want me to use me, YOU DRILLED IN MY HEAD THAT I NEVER HAD THE LOOK TO MAKE IT OUT HERE, SO NOW HERE WE ARE WITH A MANIAC THAT SOMEHOW MANAGED TO FIND ME THAT I DON'T EVEN KNOW OR HAVE ANY CLUE AS TO WHAT THIS GUY LOOKS LIKE AND I SHOULD'VE BEEN WATCHING MY SURROUNDINGS!?" Your head felt like it was on fire, then all at once stars appeared and you lost vision.

When you woke up you were laying on the floor with a jacket under your neck as your mom and family (that she had called) stood around trying to get you to come back to. You tried sitting up, but only felt dizzier. Your hands and feet felt numb and you were shaking as sweat poured off of your body. Your husband sat by you, fanning you and giving you water. When you began to feel better, he helped you up and over to the couch. He asked everyone to leave you alone and not upset you anymore.

"Baby what do you want to do? How can I make you feel safe?" Your husband asked.

You stared deep in his eyes and remembered why you loved him so much. He always went out of his way to make sure you were happy. You thought back to not so pleasant days when you both argued and said mean things and your realized then and there how much you took him for granted sometimes. Before you knew it the flood gates released and you sobbed.

"Can you just hold me please?" You asked in a small pitiful voice.

"I will always hold you and be there for you baby. I love you. We will get through this together, like we always do."

#dark clark kent #plus size reader #henry cavill #dark superman

[doc-pickles]

anywhere i want (just not home)

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

For the love of my life, the inspiration behind TS week, the wind in my sails… Happy later birthday @odd-birds-and-booksellers I hope you enjoy this

Always, Your Computer Wife,

Nina

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We gather here, we line up

Weepin' in a sunlit room, and

If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too

Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe

All the hell you gave me?

The pain in her cheek is still stinging as she struggles to open her eyes. There’s the faintest hint of sunlight filtering through the large window of her bedroom, a new day just beginning only hours after she’d finally been left alone long enough to find some peace.

The bed next to her is cold and empty, Paul having left for work while she was still crying and groaning in pain. He hadn’t spared her a second glance as he’d gotten dressed for the day, stepping over the puddle of blood that had collected on the floor where she’d laid for hours as he kicked her mercilessly, hurling harsh blows and leering insults as she’d tried to protect herself.

She pulls herself up and drags her barely conscious body to the shower, rinsing off the dried blood and sweat as she tends to the wounds she can see. She already knows she has at least one bruised rib and a sprained ankle, but she can’t do much about it now. For now all she can do is rinse off, lay in bed and hope that tonight doesn’t bring more of the same.

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Jo bolts upright in bed, hand pressed to her chest as she attempts to slow her breathing down. The dream echoes in the back of her head, the painful memories replaying themselves in vivid technicolor right before her eyes.

She knows why they’re haunting her again, knows that he’s looking for her right now and that he won’t stop until he’s found her. Paul has made that much clear with his texts and letters, little signs to make it clear that they’re not done yet.

A hand closes over hers and she almost jumps before she remembers where she is. Jo squeezes Alex’s hand back, letting him pull her back down and into his embrace. As soon as his arms circle around her she can feel her body begin to calm down.

“It’s not even 2 AM, try and get some sleep, you need it,” Alex’s voice in her ears convinces her to close her eyes, even if sleep is far off the feeling of him so close helps to relax her. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

'Til my dying day

It’s later that same day when Jo receives another text, the ping stopping her during rounds and prompting her to make a flimsy excuse to Meredith as she rushes to the nearest bathroom.

Can’t wait to see you soon, both of you.

The text lingers in her mind as her breakfast reappears, tears flowing as she tries to drown out the overwhelming noise in her mind. Paul didn’t make empty threats, that’s one thing she knew for sure. The texts she was receiving were just the tip of the iceberg for whatever he had in store for her.

“Jo? You in here?”

She can barely respond to Alex in between crying and being sick, her body overwhelmed as she tries to keep herself calm. Jo can hear Alex saying something incomprehensible as she begins to hyperventilate, his voice growing further away as her breathing became more ragged.

The last thing Jo registers before everything goes black is Alex holding her against his chest, his fingers threading through her hair in an attempt to calm her as his heartbeat echoed unsteadily in her ears.

When she comes back around Jo’s not shocked to find herself laying in a hospital bed, an IV and monitoring wires hooked up to her pale skin. Before she has a chance to overthink anything though Alex is in front of her, his hands running down her cheeks and wiping away the tears she hadn’t realized had collected there.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you,” Alex’s voice is soft as she meets his eyes, his gaze causing her to melt into another round of tears. “Oh Jo, it’s okay.”

“It’s not! He’s going to kill me, he already knows where I am and this time he’s going to make sure I don’t survive,” Jo chokes the words out, her fingers ghosting over her protruding stomach. “Alex, he's not going to leave me alone until both of us are dead. I can’t put our baby at risk like that.”

The thought almost makes her sick again, her daughter kicking against her hand as she draws in a deep breath. Of all the wild and unexpected things her and Alex had been through, their daughter was by far her favorite. Even with a few weeks left until she arrived Jo already felt a fierce instinct to protect the little girl growing in her womb.

“I’m not going to let him get anywhere near the two of you, I promise,” Alex brushes back a few strands of hair lingering on her forehead, pressing a kiss to the cool skin as he settles into the bed next to her. “You’re safe with me Jo, both of you are.”

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

Jo wants to believe Alex, she really does. Since her breakdown over Paul’s threats he had been by her side whenever he could. His presence was comforting but it did little to calm the raging mental battle she was fighting inside her head.

Now though, as she stares down at her daughter sleeping peacefully in her arms, she knows that she made the right decision. She just hopes Alex agrees with her.

“She's perfect, you did so good,” Alex had repeated the words over and over since Isla had made her appearance almost six hours ago, but they still prompt a smile on Jo’s face. “I love you two so much.”

“I love you, we both do,” Jo leans up and captures his lips with her own, lingering a little longer than she normally would as Alex’s fingers trace her cheek delicately. “Would you do me a big favor? I left my robe at home and it’s freezing in here. Could you go home real quick and grab it?”

Alex nods, a grin on his face as he stands from the chair at her bedside and gathers his keys and wallet. Jo watches him intently, memorizing every movement and expression that makes him exactly the man she fell in love with. He leans down to press one more kiss to her forehead then Isla’s before promising to be back soon.

As the door to her hospital room shuts, Jo looks down at her daughter, tears splashing onto the newborn's cheeks as her mother watches her, “Your daddy loves you very much, don’t you ever forget that.”

And you're the hero flying around, saving face

“Alex, are you coming to work today? It’s been a week,” Meredith’s voice rings out from the doorway of the loft, but Alex can’t bring himself to answer her. She’d been by everyday since he’d come home, her voice prodding at him the only sound in the loft.

He’d gone home to get Jo’s robe like she’d asked, finally finding it tucked away at the very back of the closet instead of hanging in the bathroom like it usually was. On his way back to her room, he’d stopped in the hospital gift shop and grabbed the fluffiest pink and white teddy bear sitting in the window. He had told the cashier that his daughter had just been born and showed off the photo of Jo and Isla that was already his phone lock screen.

And then he’d gone upstairs, the missing robe and teddy bear tumbling from his hands as he found an empty bed and bassinet, Jo and Isla’s bags gone from the room that they’d occupied not even an hour before when he’d left. He’d asked every nurse and doctor on shift but no one had an answer for him. When he finally made it back to the room, he saw the note hastily scribbled across a spare piece of paper, his knees giving way as he read the words printed in Jo’s recognizable script.

I couldn’t let him find us, I’m so sorry. Please don’t worry, we’re safe.

Love you always.

J & I

He’d sat on the floor of the hospital room until Meredith had come to collect him at the bidding of the nurses on the floor. She’d given him a sympathetic look and held him as he cried, only letting his guard down for his closest friend.

The reality hadn’t truly sunk in until he came home later that night to an empty loft filled with baby gear and the scent of Jo lingering on every surface. He’d screamed then, throwing pillows and couch cushions and anything he could find in an attempt to get some of his emotions out in the open.

It hadn’t helped though, the sadness he’d felt morphing into feelings of anger and helplessness. Alex knew that Jo was acting out of desperation, doing what she truly thought was right, and he couldn’t be mad at her for that. No, his anger was directed at the man that had pushed her to that point, had scared her and haunted her every move so horribly that she’d fled Seattle with their newborn daughter in tow.

As he ignores Meredith for yet another day, Alex let his mind wander to Jo and Isla for a moment. He knows Jo would never run with their daughter if she didn’t have a plan to keep her safe, but just the knowledge that they were out there without him broke his heart.

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

His fingers press down the collar of the light blue button up once more before sliding the black suit jacket over it. He examines himself in the mirror of the hotel room one last time before turning to leave. He’d only been to Seattle once before for a medical conference, but this trip held a much more important air to it.

Brooke, his Brooke, was close. Closer than she’d ever been before and he couldn’t wait to see her again. He was delighted when he’d found her again, even more so when he found out that she was a doctor giving him the perfect opportunity to drop in on her. He couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when he saw her.

We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean

Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring

When Alex finally makes it back to work he’s met with an abundance of pitying looks and unhelpful comments. He knows most of his coworkers have good intentions but he’s in the verge of screaming at the next person who interacts with him. All he wants to do is work and try and forget that his daughter and the love of his life aren’t waiting for him at home like they should be.

“Alex! I have someone I want you to meet,” Arizona’s bubbly voice almost makes Alex roll his eyes, the blonde not doing much to improve his demeanor since he was in no mood to meet anyone new. “This is Doctor Paul Stadler, he’s an expert on laparoscopic surgery techniques which is always helpful when we have tiny humans to save.”

Alex can feel his blood run cold as he turns towards Arizona and the man standing next to her. Whatever picture he had painted in his head fades as he stares at the man in front of him. Despite his bright grin Alex knows exactly what Paul is capable of, what he had done and threatened to do to Jo.

“While I’d love to meet your whole team Doctor Robbins, I’m not here on business today. I’m looking for Doctor Wilson actually.”

“Oh,” Arizona’s face falls, gaze turning to Alex as his jaw tightens. “Actually she’s-“

“She’s gone, she left,” Alex’s voice has an edge that makes even him flinch at how harsh and cold it is.

Paul eyes Alex for a moment, looking him over before speaking again, “That’s unfortunate. Would you happen to know where she is? I’d love to speak with her.”

“Well get in line then because I've been waiting for her to come home for the past three weeks,” Alex slams the iPad in his hands onto the counter of the nurses station, eyes ablaze as he stares Paul down. “You harassed her for months on end and scared her so much that she ran away with our daughter hours after giving birth.”

Paul attempts to conceal the smirk on his face but fails, causing Alex to step towards him with clenched fists. Arizona steps between the two men, fixing Alex with a hard stare.

“Back up Alex. I know that you’re upset about Jo but-“

“But nothing! He’s the reason my girlfriend and daughter are gone!”

“Okay why don’t you take the rest of the day off,” Arizona’s hands squeezing his shoulders finally breaks Alex’s gaze away from Paul whose face has broken into a full on shit eating grin. Arizona and Alex exchange a look and he can tell she’s holding back her anger now as well. “Alex, go home.”

How can I when they’re not there?

The question echoes in his mind the whole drive back to the loft, Alex’s heart constricting as he sat on the edge of his and Jo’s bed. The loft was still empty, sounds still echoing off the walls as he sat alone. His mind brings up the image of Jo and Isla sitting in their hospital room as he walked away, not knowing that was the last time he’d see them.

He leans forward, reaching into his dresser and rummages around his sock drawer for a minute before pulling out a velvet box. When Jo had told him she was pregnant he’d immediately gone out and bought the ring. Not because of Isla, but because starting a family with Jo was all the confirmation he needed that she was it for him. Now the box sat collecting dust in his drawer, it’s future uncertain as he wondered exactly where Jo was.

You know I didn't want to have to haunt you

But what a ghostly scene

“And this is your daddy and your Auntie Meredith. They love you so much,” despite knowing that the infant couldn’t understand what she said or even clearly see the photo she had pulled up on her phone, Jo made sure that Isla knew about all of the people they loved in Seattle. “Your daddy misses you so much, baby girl. I’m sorry I took you away from him, I know that makes me a crappy mom.”

“You’re not a crappy mom,” Jo looks from Isla to the man sitting next to her, his hand settling on her shoulder as he fixes her with a knowing look. “You did what you had to do.”

“Some days it doesn’t feel like that,” Jo sighs, her head falling to his shoulder as she fights back tears. “I took her from her dad! I took her away from the only family she’ll ever have, Link. And why? Because I’m scared?”

Link pulls back from Jo, meeting her eyes as he speaks, “You had every reason to run, you know that. I’ve seen what he’s capable of, I wouldn’t want to worry about that all the time if I were you. Especially with a newborn, I get it. So don’t feel too bad for yourself, I think you made the right choice.”

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave

“Jo?”

The lights in the loft are off but Jo’s car is parked out front. When he switches the lights on Alex sees Jo shoving clothes into a tote bag, tear stains tracking down her cheeks.

“Jo what are you doing?”

"I'm going to Stephanie’s for a few nights, just until I can figure things out.”

Jo’s voice is nervous and she's talking a mile a minute. She still hasn't looked up at Alex but he can see the bright red hives cropping up on her neck already.

"I'm sorry it was an accident but I’m going to

fix it. It's my fault, I'll fix it!”

"What are you talking about,” despite the fact that he's spoken up more than once Jo seems to be in a world of her own.

“Don't worry about it, you don't need more stress,” Jo’s hands are shaking as she closes the bag she's holding. "It's still early, it'll be an easy fix. I'm going to fix it, I have an appointment scheduled."

It clicks for Alex then just exactly what Jo is talking about. He sinks to his knees next to her tilting her chin up so she’ll finally look at him.

“Are you pregnant?”

"I'm sorry, I missed my birth control it was an accident," Jo’s tone is frantic now as more tears begin to fall. "I have an appointment, I'm going to fix it-“

"Jo slow down, I'm not mad so stop apologizing,” Alex wiped at the tears that had collected on Jo’s cheeks. "You don't want our baby?”

Jo blinked up at Alex as if nothing he was saying was making sense to her.

“What's actually the matter Jo? Why were you so scared to tell me?"

“I… I'm married."

“What?"

“I'm married to a guy who nearly beat me to death. And when I got pregnant I thought he'd

be happy and maybe he'd let up, instead he yelled and screamed and then he,” Jo pauses, eyes downcast as she looks down at her hands. “When he was done with me for the night I wasn't pregnant anymore.

“He wouldn't let me get birth control though so the next time I just solved the problem quietly. And when it happened a third time I ran. I ran and changed my name and never turned back,” Jo finally looks up and meets Alex’s gaze, eyes watery still as he watches her. “I had a miscarraige that time, probably because of how banged up I was. But it got me out of there. So when I started having the same symptoms again I freaked out.”

“Oh Jo…”

“Alex, I’m terrified of my past and of losing you and losing this baby… I’ve already lost far too much. I don’t want to lose any more.”

“You’re not going to lose me. I’m all in with you even if it means we never get married. You and this baby mean everything to me. That is if you want it.”

“Of course I do, I want this more than anything. I want kids with you, I really do but…”

“Okay then we’ll do it.”

“Really? You dont think I’m too damaged or crazy?”

“Yes Jo, I want all of that,” Alex pulled Jo into his lap, placing a hand over her stomach as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you and you’re just about the bravest person I’ve ever met.”

And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?

Cursing my name, wishing I stayed

Look at how my tears ricochet

The room is spinning when she pries her eyes open, dried blood making the task difficult. She tries to sit up, but the pain radiating from her stomach keeps her down. She knows if she moves she’ll make it worse, but her body is in pain and she can’t lay in this position much longer.

As soon as she makes a move, the pain is back. She thinks it’s his foot that’s making contact with her ribs now, digging into her back as her body curls in on itself.

“Stop! Please!”

The cries are useless, they always are, but she hopes that maybe they’ll convince him to end her suffering sooner or throw the next punch a little softer.

“Please stop! Stop!”

Her shoulders are shaking as she blinks her eyes open again, a pair of blue eyes staring down at her in concern.

“It was just a nightmare, you’re okay and you’re safe,” Link’s words help to steady her heartbeat a little, her eyes moving to Isla who's peacefully sleeping in his arms. “I woke you up because I just turned the news on. Take a look.”

“Former Harvard University professor Paul Stadler was arrested early yesterday morning on charges of battery and assault against his girlfriend, who is still being treated for her injuries at Massachusetts General Hospital. Since his arrest, three more women have come forward with allegations against Stadler ranging from ongoing harassment to physical violence and sexual assault. Boston PD is asking any other victims to contact them at this time.”

Jo stares blankly at the television in front of her, eyes welling with tears as the news footage continues to roll. She wasn’t alone and she was so close to being free from Paul’s hold on her.

“You have to go to Boston, your testimony could put him away,” Link’s voice snaps her out of her reverie, eyes moving from the television to him. “Jo, he’s going to prison. You can finally be free.”

The hope that had ignited her heart just moments earlier was crushed as she played through the possibilities before her. What if she testified and Paul wasn’t put in prison? What if he continued to harass her? What if he hurt Isla? Or Alex?

“I can’t. I can’t face him again… There's too much on the line,” Jo looks away from Link, her tears finally falling. “I have too much to lose.”

“And you’ll be stuck right here if you don’t do anything!”

“At least I’ll be safe then.”

“And what about Alex? You’re okay never seeing him again? Never letting Isla see him?”

Jo stands suddenly, facing Link with an angry expression, “You don’t get to make the calls here Link! I appreciate everything you’ve done for us but I can’t risk everything when there’s not a guarantee that it’ll end up well.”

Jo storms out of the room then, complex emotions overwhelming her as she sinks into her bed. She wishes things were easier, were more black and white instead of the fuzzy grey she’d become so accustomed to. But they aren’t, they never would be with Paul and now she’d dragged Alex and Isla and even Link into the pools of grey she’d spent so long trying to avoid.

And I can go anywhere I want

Anywhere I want, just not home

Alex watched his phone ring for a moment, debating on picking up at all. He doesn’t recognize the number and he doesn’t know anyone from California. But he still clicks the green accept button, hoping whoever it was wasn’t going to waste his time.

“Hello?”

“Hi, I’m so glad you picked up.”

Alex freezes, stares at his phone for a moment, then brings it back up to his ear, “Jo? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” there’s a long pause and Alex almost thinks she’s hung up before she begins to cry. “I’m so sorry Alex. I’m so sorry we left you. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I know, I get why you left. I hate it but I understand,” a sigh leaves him as he rests his head against the wall next to him, tears forming in his eyes as well, “Are you okay?”

“Yes we’re both fine, I wouldn’t have left if I didn’t have somewhere safe to run to,” Jo sucks in a breath, as if her next words are taking everything out of her. “Paul is going to prison.”

“I know, I saw. Are you going to testify?”

“I don’t know. I want to but… There's too much at risk. I don’t want him to hurt you or Isla.”

Just the sound of his daughter's name tugs at Alex’s heart, the tears that had been welling in his eyes spilling onto his cheeks.

“If you don’t go you’re going to be living in fear for the rest of your life. But if you do, you can get closure. And you can save more people from getting hurt by Paul.”

She lets his words sink in for a moment before he hears her voice again, “I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too, you and Isla both,” Alex can hear shuffling in the background, a deep voice and then a small cry.

“I have to go, Alex.”

“Wait Jo-”

“I love you. We both do.”

“I love you too.”

The line goes dead then and Alex can’t help the sob that breaks from his chest. He misses Jo, misses Isla, misses the feeling of wholeness that came to him when he would climb into bed with Jo at the end of every day.

And you can aim for my heart, go for blood

But you would still miss me in your bones

Alex doesn't know what drives him to fly to Boston, but he feels a small sense of relief when he sees Paul Stadler in the defendant's seat. A sick feeling makes itself at home in the pit of his stomach as he watches half a dozen women testify to the horrors that Paul had put them through, detailing the ways he had tormented them. Jo had never gone into detail to him but if what she went through was even half as bad as what he was hearing then he understood why she had gone to such extremes to hide from Paul.

He watches as the final woman testifies and finds her seat again, the courtroom silent except for the prosecuting attorneys whispering among themselves. Finally, one of the lawyers stands and addresses the courtroom, “Your honor, we’d like to call our final witness. The prosecution calls Brooke Elizabeth Stadler, now Josephine Alice Wilson, to the stand.”

Alex feels the air leave his lungs as he watches Jo approach the bench. Her hair is shorter and a dirty blonde color but she’s still the same woman he knows so well. The dark blue dress she’s wearing sways lightly as she takes the stand, stating her name and swearing in before she begins to give her testimony. Jo explains how she and Paul met, how they married, and then she goes into the abuse she endured. Alex listens to the detailed accounts she gives, accompanied by the numerous hospital reports.

“And then one day I got sick of it and I ran. I knew Paul would find me though so I fled the state and changed my name. I started a new life and I have a beautiful daughter,” Jo finally meets Alex’s gaze and he gets the overwhelming urge to wrap her up in his arms and hold her close. “But Paul found me again and he was threatening me so as soon as my daughter was born I ran again. I left behind my new life, the only place I’ve ever felt safe because I knew he would find me again and I couldn’t risk him hurting my daughter.”

The air in the courtroom is thick as Jo’s words sink in. Alex knows he’s not the only one who’s been affected by her testimony and the words of everyone that went before her. The prosecutor thanks Jo, the defending attorney waiving their right to question her. As she steps down from the stand she meets Alex’s gaze for a moment before turning away and going back to her seat.

And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky)

And when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)

“Jurors, have you come to a decision?”

“We have your honor,” there’s a tense silence in the courtroom as the decision is handed off to the judge. “We find the defendant Paul Stadler guilty on all charges.” A breath of relief leaves Alex as he turns to look at Jo. There’s tears streaming down her face and the slightest hint of a smile as she looks at him. Before he can get up and go to her though she's surrounded by the other women who had testified, all of them crying in relief.

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves

She sees him about fifty feet in front of her, his back to her as he stands almost perfectly still. She watches him for a moment, his slumped shoulders and overall defeated attitude and for a moment she feels guilty for what she’s put him through in the past three months. Before she can dwell on the feeling for too long Alex is turning towards her, looking over her with that same sad expression he’d been wearing in the courtroom.

There’s a moment where all Jo and Alex do is stare at each other before she finds herself rushing forward and launching herself into his embrace. His arms are holding her tightly, refusing to let go even as she begins to cry into his chest.

This moment, the feeling of being in Alex’s arms again, is all Jo has wanted since she’d left Seattle.

You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

“Alex, I’m so-”

“Stop, you don't need to apologize to me,” Alex pulls back from Jo, one hand coming to cup her cheek. “I get it, I understand where you’re coming from. I know why you ran so don’t ever think of apologizing to me. I’m just glad that you’re safe.”

A fresh round of tears springs to Jo’s eyes as she looks up at Alex, “I don’t deserve you. I’ve put you through so much.” Alex blinks down at Jo, not believing what he’s hearing. Their relationship had never been one sided, they’d both supported each through tough situations and had come out stronger at the end. In his eyes this was nothing more than another speed bump.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want you back Jo. I love you and all of this? None of it changes how I feel about you,” Alex leans down and presses a gentle kiss to Jo’s lips. “I love you and I’m glad you’re back in my arms.”

And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed

“Hey! I just heard the verdict!”

Jo turns at the sound of Link’s voice, a wide smile spreading across her face as her best friend comes into view. It’s not so much the blonde man’s presence that makes her grin as it is the infant in his arms. Isla is wide eyed as she looks at Jo, the three month old blinking up at her mother with a sense of wonder.

“Hi baby girl, I have someone who’s very excited to see you,” Jo eagerly takes her daughter from Link before turning and looking at Alex. “Isla say hi to daddy, he missed you sooo much.”

The look on Alex’s face as he takes Isla from Jo’s arms is priceless, tears welling in his eyes as he lets out a watery laugh. The little girl snuggles comfortably into his arms, as if she had done it a hundred times before and Jo can’t help her own tears as they leak onto her cheeks.

“You three get together, I think this moment needs to be remembered.” Alex and Jo both heed Link’s instruction and wipe their tears away to boast wide grins. The photo of the three of them squeezed together after a grueling ordeal graces their family mantle for years to come. Even when there are dozens of other family photos, pictures from Alex and Jo’s wedding, and the birth of their second daughter, the photo of Jo, Alex, and Isla standing in front of the courthouse in Boston remains the centerpiece of their living room as a reminder of the sacrifices they all made to keep their family together.

Look at how my tears ricochet

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[onlynight-onlylight]

The Dawn Before Sunrise is The Darkest of All

Words: 6,1K

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader / You, slight Namjoon x Reader / You, Jungkook

Genre: Fluff, Angst -- back and forth timeline, breakup, Namjoon & Jungkook are muscle bros, cute Jungkook for help

Summary: Small misunderstanding leads you to big mistake. You never thought it will make you lose him. He’s gone without a goodbye. It’s a bad bye.

Playlist suggestion: RM ft eAeon - Badbye, RM - Trivia: Love, Heize ft Giri Boy (Prod SUGA) - We Don’t Talk Together, Pink Sweat$ - At My Worst

Note: I want to try something different but I’m not sure if this is a success or failure. Lol. I put small amount of angst in here, hmm maybe a little too much compare to my other writings. But yeah, I’m trying new things. And happy birthday Yoongi! What Yoongi wants what Yoongi gets!

You sigh. You stand in front of your wardrobe. There’s visible contrast between your clothes and his. You can feel the pain on your chest. For the love you let go, you live like in hell for a month. You have no reason to live right after he walks out of your life. No calls, no messages, no news from him. You hate him. But then, you worry something might happen to him more. You grab the sleeve of his long coat.

“Where’d you go?”

[January]

 “Stay” Yoongi whispers with his eyes closed.

“We have to get ready”

“Ten minutes. Just stay like this for ten minutes”

You grant his wish and stay on the bed with him. You lie patiently on your back. He sleeps while facing you, hugging you on the waist.

“When we arrive at your home, I will barely hold you for the next two days”

You caress his face and he leans to you.

“They know we live together, maybe this time they will let you sleep with me instead of staying in guest room”

“Nah, your father won’t let me”

“But he likes you”

Yoongi opens his eyes. His sleepiness is gone and leaves him with laziness.

“It doesn’t mean he wants a man to sleep with his daughter under his nose”

You laugh after hearing Yoongi’s comment. He always has something to say and it hits home. Your father indeed likes Yoongi. They can talk for hours while your mom and you are preparing food. But sleeping together or showing skinship are whole different things for him.

“Did he say something to you?”

“Hmm…”

Yoongi pretends to think. You know there’s something between the two men after your last visit. Both of them seem to want it staying as secret. He supports his head with his right hand and looks at me with serious face.

“You don’t have to know”

“Ugh. Did you guys plan something fishy?”

Yoongi’s face comes closer to you. Being together for a year doesn’t make you less affected by him and his aura. Even he looks so casual and cute after waking up, your heart can’t help but to beats faster.

“Yes. We plan something fishy like fishing on the sea next month without you” he whispers while teasing you.

“No way, Dad won’t leave me behind” you whisper back to him.

“Yes way” he says before kissing you.

 It starts slow and steady. The ten minutes requested by Yoongi has passed but you don’t really care. You have enough time to get ready before 1 night and 2 days trip for Lunar New Year to your parents’ home. His fingers touch your skin softly under your t-shirt.

“Yoongs”

Yoongi stops kissing you and puts smirk on his face.

“We should stop, right? We can’t let your parents waiting” he says before kissing your forehead and gets up. You can hear his laugh when he walks away.

“Min Yoongi!”

  You stay on your bed, looking at the ceiling. Somehow, you feel more tired after waking up. You may expertise in taking a deep breath now. It helps you holding in your tears. Your phone ringing shatters your scrambling thoughts. You don’t want to let your hope up but deep inside, you pray you’ll hear something from him in every single call or text anyone made to you.

 “Hey, you’re awake?”

“Hmm. Any good news?”

You hear nothing for two seconds before he answers. You know he carefully picks his words.

“I’m sorry but I have nothing for that. But Mom tells you to come today. Dad just bought a fresh tuna this morning, randomly. So, we’ll have sushi party”

“Joon, I-“

“This is a compulsory, no refusal is accepted. I’ll come at ten so get yourself a good bath and breakfast”

“Okay, thanks Joon”

“It’s nothing. See you”

You’re not moving from your previous position for another 5 minutes before getting ready. You look at your pictures with Yoongi, smiling widely to each other.

“I miss you”

 On the other side, Namjoon exhale a deep breath. He massages his temple. Honestly, it pains him to see you like this. You look soulless and pale, your smile never reaches your eyes. He keeps you on his watch because he’s worry, because no Yoongi is around for you. He sips on his morning coffee and open the message app. There’s one particular message that he keeps coming back to.

 N: Do you love her?

Y: I do. You know I love her more than anything, even my own life

N: Then stop torturing her

N: If you can’t make her happy, I will.

 *

 Namjoon smiles when he sees you. He hugs you when you arrive at his car. He’s the one who knows the whole story between Yoongi and you.

“Come on, the tuna is waiting” he says, making you smile.

 You and Namjoon are friends for the last 3 years. Joining the book club at the city library might be the best decision you made that year because you met Joon there. You were amazed at his choice on books and the thoughts after reading it. You always know he is the smartest man you’ve met. He surprises you more when he said he also makes music and writes his own lyrics. There’s no such thing as a perfect man in real life, it’s only happened in drama. But then Namjoon exists to prove you wrong.

 You spent more time with Joon outside the book club. He treated you so well like the gentleman he was. After knowing each other for a year, he often took you to his studio. Just when you thought you have a crush on him, you met Yoongi. Joon were working on collaboration projects with two talented artists, Hoseok and Yoongi. You saw it somewhere in the online community website that the infamous three rappers would do a collaboration series by spoiler from RM. It was definitely huge thing and everyone was waiting with high expectation. As you figured that Joon was RM, you notice that Hoseok was J-Hope and Yoongi was SUGA. After that, you often met them at Joon’s studio and got closer.

 “So, Mom and Dad are trying to be Japanese sushi chefs right now, with Jungkook as their assistant. Basically, they trust Jungkook and his youtube’s manual”

You laugh with him. You can imagine the situation of his parent’s house right now.

“He’ll be saying ‘you can trust me on this’ while watching how to slice tuna belly on youtube”

“That’s exactly what happened”

You feel thankful to Namjoon. He’s not giving you the pity looks that you’ve got from others. He’s the first person you ask when Yoongi went missing. But Yoongi is not in Joon’s studio or home. You also come to Hoseok’s place but he’s just as clueless as you.

 *

 “Welcome! Welcome!” shouts Jungkook when you step inside the house. You can’t help but laugh at him. Mr. & Mrs. Kim come out from the kitchen and strike a pose with Jungkook. They wear similar scarf on their head and black apron on their waist. You clap your hand excitedly and make them feel proud.

“Let’s move to the dining table before Jungkook eats them all. He keeps making excuses that the cutting line is not good enough before dump them to his mouth”

“Mom, I want to give Y/N noona the best sushi only”

“Do you believe that?” asks Joon to you.

“I highly doubt it”

Your answer makes Jungkook looks at you with his large doe eyes. Before he can protest, Mr. Kim rushes us to go and get ready to eat.

 Y/N noona is fine. Looks tired but still fine. Hope you’re here with us.

Message sent

  [D-30]

 You sit lazily on his sofa, seeing he works hard through his back. You can hear him humming to his new song. You smile to yourself, enjoying this Yoongi. When you come to his studio, he always let you to hang around. He will ask your opinion to the music he made, but it’s never love songs. You, once, asked him why he never let you hear any of his love songs. You remember he smiled.

‘Remember when I accidentally stand behind you when you write? What did you do then?’

‘I tell you to not look because it’s not finished yet and… I’m too shy to let you, the source of my idea watching me work’

‘That works the same with my love songs. I can’t present it to you unfinished’

He is working on his mixtape which will be released a month from now. He wants it to be perfect so he does it very carefully.

 “Babe”

“Hm?”

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“Just order the food and eat here, okay? I’ll be finished soon” he says. But he has been saying the same thing for an hour and half now.

“Okay, but you’ll have to eat with me”

“I can’t, baby. I’ll eat later”

You stand and walk to him. He has no intention to get rest even for a minute. You know this is very important for him, but you don’t like to see him having lack of sleep. You know he’s been skipping meals on most days but he won’t tell you that.

“Stop skipping meals… at least when I am here, will you?” you say, almost whispering. You want him to do as you say but you don’t want to argue with him. Not when he needs much time to focus.

His fingers stop working. He sighs and turns his attention to me. He looks tired.

“I’ll try my best to eat and sleep between the breaks, okay?”

He tries to reassure you and you can only nod.

“I know Joon snitching to you, but he’s just exaggerating”

 Yoongi stands up and opens his arms for you. You settle yourself on his embrace. He’s the one who sets you in worry, but he’s also the one who can put you at ease. Yoongi is your person. You never feel this way with other people including your exes. He is special.

“Let’s just go home, then eat and cuddle. I can always overtime start tomorrow anyway”

You just give him your bright smile as approval and making him showing you his gummy smile. You always think you are perfect for each other.

  Sera waves her hand in front of you, pulling you back to the current time. The time with no Yoongi around you, the time that pains you much.

“Eat more, okay?”

“I will”

You take another spoon of rice and continue to eat. Your colleagues resume the conversation. You try to keep up with them and give responses.

“Will Namjoon pick you up again today?” ask Hyojoon.

“No, he’s busy. Why, you miss him already?” tease you to her. She blushes and it looks cute to you.

“It’s not like that” defends her.

You and Sera laugh, satisfied with her reaction.

“It’s fine. Namjoon is attractive man, it’s very normal to put your interest in him. I can promote him to you all day long if you want”

“Y/N~”

They know about Yoongi and they always try to help you in any way. Sometimes you can feel their pity but they try their best to hide it. You still feel grateful to have them.

“But honestly Y/N, have you and Namjoon, you know, crush on each other?” asks Sera.

“I think I admire him a lot since early of our friendship. But I don’t think we have that romantic feeling”

“Hmm you sure?” asks Hyojoon.

“Why are you asking? You really like Namjoon, huh?”

“I… I find him very attractive but I always feel he looks at you differently so…”

You only smile before responding to her.

“I have Yoongi, don’t you remember?”

  [D-15]

 Two weeks flies so fast for Yoongi, but feels so long for you. You barely meet him while living under the same roof. He is back when you sleep. Sometimes, you both greet each other in the morning, on the way to work for you and sleep for Yoongi. Other times, you don’t even talk. Yoongi often goes back to home looks annoyed. You can see his frustration and sour mood. He tells you to visit him less because he needs his full attention on his work. And now, he’s been sleeping on the studio for 3 days straight. You prepare his clothes and some snack so he can focus on working because you know how precious music for him. You want the best for him even though it may hurt you in the process.

 You are a meter away from his studio’s door when it’s suddenly opened. You see Suran going out.

“Oh, Y/N!” Suran greets you cheerily, then hugs you.

“How are you, onni?” you ask. It’s been long time to see her after Yoongi’s first mixtape. You envy her for being great singer and work together with your boyfriend.

“I’m busy, but not as busy as your man”

We both laugh as knowing how Yoongi is.

“Are you working for this mixtape too?”

She shakes his head, and then stands closer to me.

“Yoongi is working another song for me, it will be on my album. But this is top secret so…”

She pretends to zip her mouth and asks me to do the same. She, then, cups my face and look at me so dearly.

“You’re so cute. Now, I won’t take your time, go lovey dovey with the lover boy”

 You just laugh then wave at her. You punch the code of his studio’s door and come in.

“Do you leave something behind, noona?” ask Yoongi with bright tones. The tones that you haven’t heard for days.

You just stand there with a backpack of Yoongi’s clothes and other bag full of snacks. You try processing the studio’s appearance. You spot his jacket on the chair next to him, blanket on the sofa, cans of beer on the table with lipstick stain on some. To mistaken you for another woman mean you’re not the only girl who knows his password. The password he used to keep as secret.

 As I’m not answering his question, he looks back and finds me standing awkwardly.

“Oh, you came? I’m thinking of coming home early today”

You try to be calm and not to dwell on things that might be not happened.

“Baby, are you okay?”

You put both of your luggage down. The tears are pooling on your eyes, threatening to fall. You can see Yoongi walks to you and you unconsciously take one step back. He stops and be on alert.

“I…”

Your voice won’t come out. The tears speak for you instead. Yoongi takes another step closer. You hold out your hand, telling him to stop. You really don’t want to hurt him with your harsh words when you can’t even think.

“I didn’t do anything that would hurt you, please don’t doubt me”

You try to stop the tears and listen to him but you’re too hurt to do that.

“We have to talk, I’ll answer all of your questions but you won’t listen to anything now”

Yoongi knows you very well. You both know you’re holding each other rage hidden to save this relationship. Fire and water. Yoongi is used to cool the hot-headed me down at most times. He puts my fire away when it becomes bigger and brings danger. But this time, it seems different. You can forgive anything but not cheating. You mention this to Yoongi on your early days together.

 You look at him in the eyes, tears keep streaming down your face. You can see worry on his face but his jaw tense as if he’s angry. Is it your fault? Aren’t you allowed to be jealous?

“I’m going” you say walking back to the door.

“Y/N”

His voice stops your hand from turning the door’s handle. He sighs and speaks slowly.

“I’m not coming home tonight, or until you want to listen to my side of story”

You choose to leave him. You choose to not listen to him. The person who understands you the most, who loves you the most. You know you’ll regret it once you clear your head but your ego is too big to realize. You’re out of his studio without looking back.

You stare blankly at your window. The lights from the others buildings and houses feel so far today. You wonder, is Yoongi in one of them? Is he okay? Is he… happy? Single tear escapes your eye. You don’t want to give up on him, you don’t want to let him go. But if letting him away from you brings him happiness then you have no other options.

You sigh. Your phone buzz, a message from Jungkook comes.

Noona, hyung is coming back

(Heize Returns with “We Don’t Talk Together” Produced by SUGA and Featuring Giri Boy)

You open the news link as fast as you can. You read the whole article in seconds.

“You’re alive. You’re okay. Thanks God”

Your emotion is coming out at once. The relief, happiness, sadness, rage, and other unidentified emotions are becoming one. Your mental can’t bear all of them so you’re breaking down. You’re crying hard. It’s even harder than the day you fail university exam in your mother’s arms.

“Why don’t you say anything? At least read my messages. I’m worried to death, Yoongi”

You open the messages you sent to him. All of them are left unread, even until now. The world may not know what happened, but Yoongi has been missing from your world, from your life.

You keep crying until you tired and sleep on the sofa. You don’t know that the number 1 on your message has gone. Yoongi read all of your message while you are sleeping.

Namjoon’s thumb hovers over the call button. He wants to check Y/N’s condition after seeing the news. Heize is a big singer in the industry so it’s impossible to Y/N not knowing this. Part of him feels guilty for being greedy over her, but he just hate to see her being like this. He searches another name on his contact and dial the number.

“Let’s meet”

“Yeah, I have something to talk too”

“Where do you want to meet, Yoongi?”

Jungkook slams the door open. He looks at her brother with rage. How can his brother pretend to not knowing anything about Yoongi’s whereabout to Y/N when he knows everything. As he lives together with his brother for a year now, he becomes close to his friends. He knows his brother treats Y/N differently but he never think of another reason than Y/N is the only woman on their group. He’s sure his brother has another motive now. Is Namjoon crushing on Y/N? Is he the one who makes them separated? How can he stand seeing Y/N hurt like that? Jungkook keeps trying to contact Yoongi’s phone but it always fails.

“Explain to me, no excuses”

“Okay, but you need to calm down and sit”

Namjoon take a deep breath before explaining everything to his little brother. Jungkook respects him a lot as brother and musician, but he also see Yoongi as his mentor in music.

“Y/N and Yoongi got into big fight two weeks before D-2 was released. Yoongi stressed about the album, thought fight wasn’t really necessary. But Y/N thought Yoongi didn’t care about her and choose to shut her out from his life”

Jungkook listens intently, he doesn’t want to miss anything.

“It was just misunderstanding but it was critical for their relationship. Suran explained it to Y/N as she was the key of the fight but at that time Yoongi has gone missing.”

“But I work in the same industry, I know he’s there. I get his new number from the company. He comes to see Y/N from a far sometimes. But I don’t want to be involved further in their relationship”

“I loved Y/N, I did. I always tried to impress her, to make her laugh. But that was before she met Yoongi. The time I see twinkle in her eyes when she saw Yoongi, I knew the game is over”

“Is it really over, hyung?”

“I thought it would. I promised myself to be her bestfriend wherever she needs me. But when Yoongi gone and seeing her world broke apart, I couldn’t just sit and watch her”

Jungkook remembers the last song his brother release 6 months ago. The love song named Trivia: Love. The project collaboration with Hoseok and Yoongi. He still loves her. The feeling doesn’t stop in the past. It’s growing without his brother knowing.

I’m just human. You erode all my corners and make me into love.

Though the distance between I and U is long

F*** JKLMNOPQRST

I crossed all the letters and reached you

Look, mine and yours also sound the same

Though that doesn’t make me you,

I’d like to be a part of your book

I’d like to get involved in your novel

as your lover

“Why is my genius brother becoming an idiot?” ask Jungkook.

Namjoon just laughs. He thanks Jungkook in his head as he’s no longer mad. To be honest, Jungkook is his biggest supporter to keep doing music. If Jungkook turns his back to him, he thinks he can’t go far.

“I’ll talk to Yoongi. I’ll make sure he gives what Y/N deserve to get”

*

Yoongi sits in the meeting room with Heize, Giri Boy and marketing team members. They monitor the public response after the collaboration articles are out. One screen shows the comments on news portal and the other shows view numbers and live comments on the music video. The feedback is super positive and it brings relief to the team. Yoongi feels proud to himself. There’s one particular person he wants to share this feeling right now. Someone important in his life that is even more important than the life itself.

“The mixtape is getting the attention too, that’s great” says the head of marketing team. Yoongi offers them his shy smile.

“Exposure is indeed great, but I hope they like the music”

“I’m sure they will. This is Min SUGA PD we’re talking about” says Heize that supported by others.

“If this keeps going up, then we should really make another project” adds the manager.

“Okay. Let’s wrap it up now and schedule the team dinner on the next Friday”

The meeting is dismissed and Yoongi rushes to go to somewhere. He prepares himself for the worst but he won’t give up. He can’t give up. He will hold her hand until the end. He will run after her. He won’t do the same mistake. He arrives at the park not far from his old studio. Namjoon is there, waiting for him. Namjoon is his bestfriend but he is also Y/N’s. He will understand if Namjoon wants to beat him to death.

“Joon”

“Yoongs”

“I’m sorry I’m being a jerk this past month, but I… I can’t let her go. I can’t give her to you”

“I know”

[D-Day]

You keep monitoring Yoongi’s agency updates for his mixtape. Today, the countdown is supposed to be D-2. Two days before you can finally meet Yoongi and talk about everthing. You know your close friends are aware that something happened between you and Yoongi but you think it will be okay soon. You sleep less, hoping to see him coming through the door. You endlessly open and close your phone, waiting for his text or call.

You get new notification, informing the newest mixtape is out now. It’s quite a surprise but it means good news. You can meet Yoongi sooner than you expect. Out of happiness, you try to call him. This will be the first call after the fight, after two weeks.

“Please answer the call”

“The number you are calling-“

You keep trying to call him but you keep connected to his mailbox. You send some messages but no response. You try, and then you wait. You keep doing it, but you can’t reach him. You grab you purse and leave the home.

You stand in front of his studio. The bad memories come back at you. You push the pass code slowly, thinking Yoongi is inside. Thinking that you can finally meet him makes you nervous. The door is open and you rush yourself to go in. But no one’s there. No Yoongi, not even his equipment. He’s gone.

Yoongi arrives at the park not far from his old studio. Namjoon is there, waiting for him. Namjoon is his bestfriend but he is also Y/N’s. He will understand if Namjoon wants to beat him to death.

“Joon”

“Yoongs”

“I’m sorry I’m being a jerk this past month, but I… I can’t let her go. I can’t give her to you”

“I know”

“I really want to punch you when I see your text, but I don’t want to start a game that I know I’m going to lose. I should’ve gone to the gym with you and Hoseok back then”

Namjoon shakes his head and smile.

“The feeling is mutual. I stop myself from beating you up because I don’t want her to hate me more than she hates you”

They both laugh. They are brother after all.

“Thank you for being there for her. I’m ashamed to admit this but I don’t deserve her. I see how she’s not being herself and it pains me”

“She’s not giving up on you”

“I know and that’s why I want to come back with a better version of me. So I can tell people that I deserve her, I can give her happiness”

“You include me in that ‘people’ category?” Namjoon asks.

“Number 1 on the list” Yoongi answers with laugh.

Both of them sit in the silence. Too many things come across their minds. This will be the closure for Namjoon’s unrequited love, while new beginning for Yoongi.

“Just don’t do the same mistake, Yoongs. I’ll take her from you if this shit happens in the future and you, you’ll be the one who can’t see and hear anything from her”

“I swear I won’t repeat the same mistake so you can go and fall in love with someone else, not mine”

*

You open your eyes. The sun has risen so high to remind you another day has come. You thank God when realize that today is Saturday. You can avoid people from your workplace curiosity about your puffy eyes. You look at your phone screen. You really want to call him again but you’re afraid of the failure this time. You turn it on and open the lock. Almost every one you know sends you message but nothing from him. You have no energy to cry, so you just put it back and leave to the bathroom.

An hour later, you sit on your sofa again with you light lunch. You remember Namjoon always reminds you that whatever happens you have to stuff your mouth with food even when you don’t want to. You don’t aware that your phone continuously vibrates.

“Jungkook?”

“Noona, you’re home?”

“Yeah. Whats wrong? Are you… are you running?” you ask. Jungkook laugh and you hear his rush steps.

“Noona, meet me in front of your apartment. Hurry up! We don’t have much time”

“Hey, JK. If it’s one of your pranks I won’t fall for it”

“Noooo. I don’t do pranks again. Please believe me and come down”

You really have no energy to do anything yet Jungkook asking you to go out. You grab the black cardigan and layer it on your white t-shirt. It’s ends of June already but you always feel cold. Your wear glasses to hide your eyes. You bring your small bag and phone to meet Jungkook. If it’s nothing important, you swear you will give him a long speech. No more ‘I’ll forgive you because you’re cute’ again.

He brings you to the brunch café nearby. The café you used to visit with Yoongi. The last visit must be three months ago, when everything was still okay.

“Why we’re here?” you ask Jungkook who focuses on menu book. He doesn’t answer your question but calling the waiter. He orders 5 main dishes with 1 dessert.

“I want to try the dishes you recommend to me”

“All of them?”

“Yes, I can eat them all in one sitting. Besides, I have you here, so I have no worry on my plate”

“I’ve had my lunch” you say. Jungkook rises an eyebrow.

“Are you considering cereal with milk as your lunch? Oh please, noona. As the cereal mania, I’m offended”

You only laugh because you’ve got caught. You indeed just eat cereal for living these days.

Jungkook keeps babbling and you can only smile. You listen to his story and it does help to enlighten you. The food is coming one by one. When the last plate is placed, he cocks his head and look at you with his sparkling deer eyes. He asks me to eat with him and not to only watch him eating.

“Did you listen to the new song?” he asks. You stop for a while before looking at him.

“I slept early last night and woke up late”

“Would you listen to it?” he asks carefully.

You don’t answer his question and play with the food. You’re not sure if it’s the best choice to do.

“Would you give it a chance, noona?”

He begs to you with his eyes. He holds your hand, giving you strength to go on.

“I’ll be here. I’ll help you with anything”

Jungkook gives his phone and airpods to me. He encourages me to listen to it while he’s here with me. I take few deep breaths before click the play button.

I’m sorry, was I too harsh?

I’m way too fearless

I don’t know, I don’t know

Maybe I thought you’d comfort me

So I played hard to get

But when you’re not here

Everything crashes down

So with a blank face

I built a house

My footsteps are getting heavier

I can’t walk anymore

I can’t just let you go like this

But I can’t open my mouth

You listen to his melody. You listen to his lyrics. His song speaks to you. The key in relationship is communication but both you and Yoongi have failed. You two try to be considerate for the other person but it only pushes you away farther from each other. You look up at Jungkook, he gives you reassuring smile.

*

You’re back to the scariest place for you. His studio. Jungkook holds your shoulder from the back. You don’t realize that you are trembling. Your body remember the pain and it scares you.

“Everything will be okay” chants Jungkook repeatedly to make you believe him.

Your hand is still trembling and puts the code one by one. You remember what Suran tolds you.

‘We all know Yoongi is deeply in love with you so we kind of guessing his password. Then he officially tells everyone who is in the mixtape project including me for easy access. I’m sorry Y/N, I really am’

The door is open. Jungkook gives you another soft pat, supports you from behind. You take a step inside. You hear low sound of music. You can smell very familiar scent filling the room. All the equipment and decorations back to the room. You can see a figure sits on the chair looking at the monitor. You hold your breath. You’re scared that all of this is just your sweet dream.

“Y-Yoongi”

The man turns around. He smiles. Yoongi looks paler than the last time you saw him. His face looks thinner, dark circles appear more visible than before. He stands and walks to you.

“You came?”

“You’re here. You’re really here”

“I’m here. I will never leave again”

You really don’t want to cry. You’re tired for all the crying you did these months. He opens his arms widely, ready to embrace you again. He regrets to ever think leaving you will make you happier. He is in deep resentment to think he can live normally without you beside him.

“I’m sorry” says Yoongi softly. You hug him tight, you’re afraid he will disappear to thin air.

“No, I’m sorry”

Yoongi lifts my face to look at him.

“It takes me too long to be confident in being your boyfriend. I punish myself for being a fool to hurt you like that. But I just hurt you more”

“I shouldn’t doubt you that day. I can’t bear myself with the thought of losing you”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I should’ve told you everything. Do you forgive me?”

You nod and hug him again.

“We make mistake, but we learn from it. We will make a new beginning and be together forever”

*

Yoongi fills you in for the days he absents from your life. How he tried to focus on finishing the mixtape album, how he gave all the best that he can for Heize new song, how he barely lived without you. You don’t miss the chance to punch his arms or chest whenever you think he’s an idiot. He takes it all, he thinks he deserves more than just light punch from you.

“Honestly, I’m afraid that you won’t take me back. That you start to think Joon is better than me”

“Hey!” you slap his chest. He laughs.

“I trust you but I don’t trust Joon. He had crush on you before you meet me, you know. If we didn’t meet, maybe he is the best person for you to be with”

“It’s all in the past, right? I hope Joon meet someone who loves him sincerely”

Yoongi pulls you to him, pastes your back to his chest. He hugs you tight and doesn’t answer your question. He is actually very scared to lose Y/N to his bestfriend. He doesn’t want you to know that Namjoon is still crushing on you. He, once, thinks that Namjoon loves you as much as he does.

He kisses your temple every time you stop talking. You find it cute and crave him more. You turn your head to him and kiss him on the lips. He just smiles.

“I miss you”

“I miss you more”

“Not sure about that. I miss you more than you miss me”

You love this Yoongi. No, you just love Yoongi and being with Yoongi, whatever side or color of him he shows to you.

“Can I meet your parents tomorrow?”

“My parents? Why?”

You fully turn your body to him. You feel nervous and nausea waiting for him answer. You are the fire and he is the water. When you easily pop small tantrums, Yoongi is very calm and gives you another insight.

“I need to talk to them, it’s very important”

“Should I, I don’t know, prepare something or anything?”

“No. Your presence is enough”

*

You finally sleep in peace. No more nightmares or waking up in the middle of the nights. You sleep so comfortably with Yoongi beside you. Both of you made a promise last night, to communicate better so you can understand each other better too. You promise to yourself, to not give in to your negative thoughts. You leave Yoongi who sleep soundly to make breakfast.

You inform your parents about your arrival. Your mom and dad are home, waiting for you and Yoongi. You can see Yoongi is more nervous than usual. You think that he may still blame himself and feel guilty to your parents. As much as your parents love you and be very protective, they won’t interfere your love live. They fully give the freedom to you.

You sit with Yoongi in front of your father after settling the drinks for the four of you. Your mother only smiles, while your father gives his scary face. Yoongi sit politely with his two hands upon his knees.

“Have you thought about it?” asks your father.

“Yes, sir”

You look back and forth between Yoongi and your father. This is the secret, the one that you asked Yoongi before. There’s indeed something between the men that you don’t know. You steal a glance to your mom, asking for the hint. Seems like you’re the only person who clueless.

“Then?”

“Please give your daughter’s hands to me. I may make mistake and being stupid but I will make her happy as long as she stays with me”

Your eyes go wide. You open your mouth just to close it again. You have so many things to say yet you can’t say anything. Your father smiles, half smirking, to Yoongi.

“Take you long enough, son”

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[allonsy-yesiwill]

Tis The Season: The Unspoken Truth

WC: 1400 ish 

Pairing:  Dean x Y/N 

Warnings: a little bit of angst (read is an orphan but it didn’t happen till she was an adult and hit of crap parents) torwards the end but mostly just fluffy goodness

A/N: I tend to treat the English language like a garbage bin, in public I pronounce gym phonetically cause it makes people mad, and me smile. So please if you are an English teacher just pass on all of this... cause my tenses are timey whimy to say the least. That being said if you want to Beta, let me know I could use all the help I can get... hmmm, I guess that’s just a general statement about my life really..lol.  

The morning always came too early for, Y/N with Dean getting up around 5:30 to get ready for work. Y/N usually got home around midnight, an hour after the bar closed for the night. On Friday and Saturday Dean usually supported the bar so that he could spend some time with her. The staff even joked that he was their first unpaid employee, helping Y/N stock the bar or take out the trash when needed. For Y/N birthday this year they even made them the official cutest couple on staff, the picture of them still sits on the outside bar. 

“Good morning beautiful,” Dean kissed Y/N while she lay in bed. “I am really nervous about all of this and I know you already know this but.” 

Y/N instruped, “Oh babe I know you don’t want to fly there. It’s okay I got it. I am off all day, I am going to get out of bed now and I will make sure everything is packed and ready. It’s okay Dean, I will be with you the whole way alright.” Y/N rubbed his cheek with her thumb hoping to help him calm down. They have been talking about this trip for two week because Dean was terrified of flying. He originally wanted to work form home that day so he could help Y/N get everything ready however they both decided that working would be a welcome distraction form the events later in the day. 

“Thank you,” Dean said, leaning his forehead against hers. 

Y/N spent the day packing and planning making sure she had everything Dean needed for the flight including some legally purchased gummies, that she knew Dean would snack on before getting on the plane. She couldn’t help but chuckle getting everything ready, him talking about flying was the first time she had ever seen Dean scared. It was painfully obvious to her, no matter how much he tried to hide it. 

As the afternoon rolled on Y/N hopped in the shower wanting to be as clean as possible before flying, knowing that the she was going to be squished between Dean and some random stranger for a few hours while they traveled to Kansas. She hadn’t flown in sometime but she new the drill, dressing in black leggings, a black tank top, heavy knit christmas and her favorite ugg boots. She was all set the luggage was by the door, Dean jeans along with his red and black flannel were waiting for him upstairs so he could shower and get dressed before they left no later than 5:30.

The plan went accordingly and know they found themself waiting at the gate with 90 mins to kill before the plane left. 

“Are these form me or you,” Dean winked at Y/N pulling out the gummies. 

“Well they are for both of us but you only get one and then you can eat the rest of these,” Y/N said pulling out a bag of unopened gummies she purchased inside the airport. 

“Oh well I see, so should I take it now or wait till I am on the plane?  How have I never thought about doing this, I am only in my 40′s and doing something that’s completely legal here,” Dean laughed.

“Ha, well your family seems a little straight-laced so it’s fine, but yes take it now so that way you will be relaxed for take off.” 

They continue chatting about the upcoming events till they hear the boarding call for first class and Dean stands up saying, “Merry Christmas baby, that’s us.” 

“Dean we talked about this, it was way too much money and you’re going to sleep the whole way.” 

“I know, and I am a horrible listener,” Dean chuckled while helping her up.

This the first time Y/N had ever sat in first class there was so much room and it was just the two of them. While everyone boarded the plane they got comfy together waiting for take off. Dean was already starting to feel the gummy, Y/N could tell as he was starting to drift in and out of sleep. 

“Alright babe, I am going to need you to eat and drink everything so that we get our money's worth,” He laughed.

“Dean, it’s a 3 hours flight you will have to carry me off the plane if I drink whiskey the whole time.” 

“Hmm you’re right maybe champagne for the princess and food get food too. Maybe stash form cookies for when I wake up,” Dean let out with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. 

“Okay babe,” she said before kissing him on his cheek. 

The flight was very uneventful, Y/N spent some time talking with some of the stewarts. In return they made sure to give her more than a few unopened bottles of champagne while keeping her glass full. They also provided a few packages of cookies for Dean after she shared her story of her day and how nervous he was for this trip.  

When the plane landed Y/N softly woke up a sleepy Dean with the promise of cookies. When they picked up their luggage Dean thought about something he had never considered. 

“Fuck, what if I am still high. I don’t think I can drive. Could you drive, shit I don't’ want to do that. You don’t know where you are going. Son of bitch, why did I do that?”  Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “Babe, calm down. I spoke with the shop owner, the gummy only lasted four hours maybe five max, you ate one 90 mins before our flight and the time it took for us to get off the plane and get our luggage we are way over the 5 hours mark. PS you’re so adorable when you worry, I don’t want it to be a consistent thing but it’s pretty cute.”  “Shut up, you’re adorable,” Dean said with a smile. 

Before they left the airport Dean let out a big sigh and looked at Y/N. “Okay so there is one other thing that I need to tell you, before you meet my family. And I want you to know that I love you and that you’re here and this, this all falls on me. I know I should have told them that we are dating but I just haven’t yet.” 

“So who do they think is coming with you,” Y/N asked, concerned not because he hadn’t named the relationship, she just wanted to know what you were walking into. 

“Well I told them I was going to bring my best friend because she didn't have any family to be with for the Holiday’s and I didn’t want her to be alone,” Dean said, avoiding eye contact. 

“First did you tell them that both of my parents are dead, cause I don’t like the orphan word. Both of my parents died when I was a grown ass adult and they weren’t super great at their roles so you know I just don’t want to be someone rich family’s pity project.  Second, you know you could have told me this before we left. I get you were scared and I understand that your relationship, especially with your dad is complicated at best. I mean I could have stayed home and made all of this so much easier,” Y/N sighed 

“See I knew you would say that and it would have broken my heart to leave you alone for Christmas. And honestly I am being a little bit selfish, I need you to be there by me for this trip. I have tried to tell them that we are dating so many times. I think Sammy knows but hasn’t said anything. I just don’t, want to be a disappointment or for them to not love you as much as I do.” 

“Why would you be a disappointment, am I a disappointment?”

“Oh god no baby, never you’re my happiness, my everything. It’s just to them life is more about titles, not love and that scares me so much.” 

“Hey, you know I love you right. We can and will get through this together no matter how much of a hot mess hallmark movie this Christmas is going to be,” Y/N said with a smile, “ besides you are going to have the harder job here. Keeping Dean Jr in check.” They both laughed. 

“Well you aren’t wrong, you ass in those leggins. When I got home we almost missed the flight,” Dean laughed.  

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200 Brooklyn 99 Prompts

Rosa

1 “Talk to him, that's what friends do.” “Nope. I'm gonna wait 'til I'm on my deathbed, get in the last word and then die immediately.” “That's your plan for dealing with this?” “That's my plan for dealing with everything. I have seventy-seven arguments I'm going to win that way.”

2 “I'm already seeing somebody, NAME.” “Oh, and just like that, things got interesting.” “And just like that, I left.”

3 “NAME is even wearing his/her formal leather jacket.” “It's the one without any blood on it.”

4 “Right, that's the guy/girl you said the lame stuff about. Like he’s/she's a good listener.” “Sorry, what do you look for in a guy/girl?” “Real stuff, like the shape of his/her ass.”

5 “Sorry I'm late. I had to go back to the deli and return my Everything Bagel. In what world does everything not include beef jerky?” “All of them.”

6 “He/She also likes to look up recipes online and go, "Who's got the time?"

7 “Thank you, NAME. Your entire life is garbage.”

8 “NAME , tell us about your family.” “I have one.”

9 “Anyone over the age of six celebrating a birthday should go to hell.”

10 “I am dating his/her nephew/niece. Now we are hanging out on weekends. What is next? Oh! Small talk.”

11 “Wait, is that a smile I see?” “Possibly. My immune system is too weak to fight off my smile muscles.”

12 “Whoa, what happened? You know what, forget it. I'll just read NAME’s notes.”

13 “NAME? Are you stuck in there?” “No, I'm in here by choice.” “Oh, 'cause I hear some banging noises as if someone was struggling to open the door.” “No. That was the pipes.” “Or, is it the sound of you learning how to ask for help? You know, you can't spell ‘independent’ without ‘dependent.’” “And you can't spell ‘Go [bleep] yourself’ without ‘[bleep] you.’”

14 “I've said "excuse me" more times this morning than I have in my entire life. Twice!”

15 “Oh, nothing better after a long shift than coming to BAR NAME. It's like Cheers, where everybody knows your name.” “A place where everybody knows your name is hell. You're describing hell.”

16 “So, what is this? Casual, serious? I need to know how to make fun of you.”

17 “NAME and I broke up. He/She ate soup too much.” “What, like every day?” “It happened twice.”

18 “So, what are you drinking?” “I'll have a margarita. But, like, a skinny margarita. So, like, tequila, lime, and a tiny splash of agave.” “Mm. I refuse to order that.”

19 “What are you looking all wistful about?” “Just thinking, about relationships and love, and how I'm way better at them than I thought I'd be. Should I do a TED Talk on it?” “Doesn't seem any dumber than all the other TED Talks.”

20 “Why didn't you tell me? I had no idea things were getting that serious.” “Yeah, it's very embarrassing having feelings.”

21 “So are you bringing someone to the wedding?” “No, I'm taking a break from dating for a while.” “What?” “I'm sick of asking people how many siblings they have. Oh, is it somewhere between zero and two? How fascinating.”

22 “I grew a goatee and it looks amazing, and I know you can see it.” “Of course we can see it, NAME. It's horrible.”

23 “It feels like you're being a little harsh.” “Thanks, good note. I was going for extremely harsh. I'll turn it up.”

24 “Are your senses heightened?” “I think I might be pregnant, not bitten by a radioactive spider.”

25 “You're what sneezes are!”

26 “Seriously, you guys should stand up once in a while. You know, for your hearts.”

27 “NAME, this is dumb. I'm just gonna go.” “No, no, no. You promised me more time. I still have seven minutes.” “I really don't want to miss my flight, and I cannot physically stand the way that room smells anymore.” “Just breathe through your mouth.”

28 “You know, some people say, ‘Mo money, mo problems,’ but those people are idiots. Money's amazing.”

29 “Dude, just admit you ruined everything and turned our lives into a living hell. No biggie.”

30 “We don't want anyone getting alcohol poisoning, so if you throw up, you're disqualified.” “I never throw up. I just tell my stomach to deal with it. My body is terrified of me.”

Jake

31 “I also have a hairline fracture in my thumb. Mankind's least important finger, am I right?”

32 “I wasn't hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal. That's where the blood's supposed to be.”

33 “How much could I possibly owe you? Fifty, sixty bucks?” “Two thousand, four hundred and thirty seven dollars.” “Dollars?! Wait, of course dollars. Why was that the part I was surprised by?”

34 “So, I'm going to grab a healthy breakfast.” “Are those gummy bears wrapped in a fruit roll-up?” “Breakfast burrito, but yeah.” “I pity your dentist.” “Joke's on you. I don't have a dentist.”

35 “I'm talking to my credit card company. I tried to get an online subscription to the New Yorker and they declined me. Apparently, based on my previous purchases, they assumed it was fraud. That's crazy. I'm fancy. One time I had coffee-flavored ice cream.”

36 “Rules are made to be broken.” “They were made to be followed. Nothing is made to be broken.” “Uh, piñatas.” “Glow sticks.” “Karate boards.” “Spaghetti when you have a small pot.” “Rules.”

37 “Hey, can I ask you something?” “Mm-hmm.” “If the toilets drain into the ocean, does that mean a tiny shark could swim up and bite me in the butt?” “No, not at all.” “Psh, lame.”

38 “NAME, super important question. Which one of these shirts should I wear to dinner with your dad/mom tonight?” “Those are exactly the same.” “I have a signature look, NAME.”

39 “Hello, good sir, I'd like your finest bottle of wine, please.” “That will be $1,600.” “Great, I'd like your $8-est bottle of wine, please.”

40 “I am straight-up depressed. NAME’s been doing her best to cheer me up. He/She gave me this sticker this morning just for waking up.” “Ew, it's like you're dating your teacher.” “I know, it's so hot.”

41 “Wait. Before you say anything, I want to guess what happened based on your face. Someone died. No! You won a prize. I'm not getting better at this.”

42 “What is the bandwidth on the wifi here? We have much content to stream.”

43 “Oh, you sweaty, chair-spinning morons. You're gonna get us out of here.”

44 “Sir, I think I speak for all of us when —“ “He/She doesn't.” “He/She doesn't.”

45 “So, your brother/sister's a bit of a nightmare.” “I wouldn't say that. I mean, at most, he’s/she's a daymare.” “Those are so much scarier.” “Yeah.”

46 “Look, NAME, I burnt two hundred calories.” “That's your heart rate.” “Yeah, that checks out.”

47 “I don't slump, people. I opposite of slump. I pmuls. That's slump backwards and it's what I do. I pmuls all over this bitch.”

48 “Excuse me. We were just looking for a place to —“ “Boink.” “Yes, boink. That's my preferred term for it, too.”

49 “Thank you for doing this. I love you.” “Noice. Smort. I love you too.”

50 “Adult parties? I believe they're called orgies.”

51 “I have a sexy voice!

Champagne.

Mountain range.

Hugs.”

52 “Has anyone ever told you you look just like a statue?” “Yes.”

53 “NAME, you're smiling. It's very weird. Like seeing a turtle out of its shell.”

54 “You look happy. Let me guess. Your egg sandwich fell on the floor, and they gave it to you for free.” “No. Can you do that? Why doesn't everyone just drop their sandwiches on the floor?” “I was trying to insult you.” “And instead you gave me an amazing life hack!”

55 “So, we gonna talk about what happened back there? I haven't seen someone cry that much since NAME heard they were remaking ‘First Wives Club.’”

56 “Hey, there, NAME. Everything okay?” “No, I'm having a meltdown.” “Props. That was amazing.” “Thanks. It was a lot of work.”

57 “Almost makes me wanna take things seriously all the time. But then I'm like ‘boobs, farts, boobs, whatever’.”

58 “Ahh, babe, this is so nice. There are hot stones on our butts for no reason.” “Not on mine. My butt stones keep falling off, because I'm so tense about NAME being here and ruining everything.”

59 “Okay, don't shoot! That's how people get shot.”

60 “Rule number 3: Let's not have sex right away.” “Cool. Cool cool cool cool cool. No doubt, no doubt, no doubt. Good rule. No sex. Good rule.”

Charles

61 “Okay, but I thought since you were in charge, maybe I could be your right hand man? Your Tinker Bell?” “Tinker Bell?” “Let me tell you something about Tinker Bell. Tinker Bell is a loyal lieutenant and a real thorn in the side of Captain Hook.”

62 “NAME, why don't you show Danger what a fax machine is.” “Okay. Imagine a letter had unprotected sex with a phone.”

63 “Hey, NAME, are you ready to go streaking?” “What?” “That's what my dad/mom and I called getting blonde streaks in your hair. We used to do it to our ponytails on road trips. You just take a little lemon up top, and let the sun do the rest. We called it giving each other road head.” “You just said you called it going streaking.” “It had a couple names.”

64 “So we have good news, and we have bad news.” “My Nana always said, ‘Bad news first because the good news is probably a lie.’ Fun fact: she made me cry a lot.”

65 “What about me? What if something happens to NAME, and he never gets to meet my baby? I don't want to hang out with some stupid baby who's never met NAME.”

66 “Oh, you're right. I'm gonna tell him/her. It might not be today. It might not be tomorrow. It definitely won't be later than tomorrow. So pretty much today or tomorrow then.”

67 “No! I was eavesdropping. I'm always eavesdropping.” “I don't like it.” “Look, I didn't spend the last seven years watching your love ripen, only to have it sullied by a city hall wedding. You're getting married right here, right now.”

68 “I know you think my judgement's clouded because I like him/her a little bit.” “You doodled your wedding invitation.” “No, that's our joint tombstone.” “My mistake.”

69 “How many times have I smacked you in your face?” “Lost count.” “And you still have no fear of me.” “I'm trying to read your womb vibe.” “Exactly. Knock it off.”

70 “Okay, first of all, NAME, you look amazing. Secondly, I made an appointment at the salon with Nikki, for you, under the name Gabriella Fuentes de San Miguel Estrada. I had fun with the name.” “Clearly.”

71 “He’s/She's got a type, which is really any one but you.” “Yeah, that was my ex-husband/ex-wife's type, too.”

72 “Sexy train is leaving the station. Check out this caboose. Later, sluts.”

73 “I can't wait to see you, my luscious little breakfast quiche. I just want to draw you a bubble bath and spoon-feed you caviar. I think we should open up a joint checking account. I love you. [pause] What am I doing?” “It's okay. I hung up right after ‘Chucklebunny’.” “Help me. I've gone Full NAME.”

74 “Do you desire a crispen potato?” “Oh, don't mind if I do-ble. Wait a minute. Crispen potato. Why are you fancy talking.” “How dare you, sir/madam. I speak the common tongue.” “There it is again. You only do that when you're lying or hiding something.” “Hiding? Ha. Pish-posh.”

75 “Hey, donut holes. Don't mind if I do. Eurgh! Fish? Fish donuts, NAME? What is wrong with you?” “It's takoyaki. I'm drowning my sorrows in octopus balls.”

76 “Put on a T-shirt for all I care. It doesn't matter what you wear.” “Of course it matters. He has to wear the smaller checks. Big checks wash him out. Where are you, NAME?”

77 “Ooh, if they have your phone, we can track where they're going. I have ‘Find My Phone’ set up to track you. What? I do that for all my friends, not just you.” “Show me.” “There's no time!”

78 “You okay?” “Yeah, no burns. The doctor said I was lucky my body was so damp.”

79 “You guys have been down here for two hours. What, did you have sex forty times?”

80 “What? You don't need closet space. You have, like, one outfit.”

81 “You just graduated pie school, bitches. [pause] Sorry I said bitches, I'm just really worked up.”

82 “So, I know you're NAME’s best friend, and —“ “Did he/she say that? Did you get that on tape?” “No.” “No, he/she didn't say that or no, you didn't get it on tape? Doesn't matter. Either way, you screwed up big time.”

83 “What you did is the culinary equivalent of unprotected sex.”

84 “That's right. Boom. Just kicked Santa in the testicles.”

85 “No, there's no one in my life. [wink] Sort of a sad thing to wink about, I realize now.”

86 “NAME! Were you dreaming about NAME again?” “Why did you wake me up?! I told you never to wake me up!”

87 “You used all the touching time, NAME. I get 100% of the goodbye touching time. 100%.”

88 “Do you wanna know why he/she went out with him/her and not you?” “Yeah.” “Because he/she actually asked him/her out.”

89 “NAME, will you taste this batter?” “Mm-hmm. Hmm. I think it's a little off.” “You know what's off? Your mouth! Why NAME lets your stupid tongue anywhere near him/her I'll never know. Nope, I forgot the sugar. That's on me.”

90 “There's no need for NAME to see me unleash the beast.”

Captain Holt

91 “Look at you. Always working. What happened to my fun big/little brother/sister?” “Fun? I was never fun. You take that back.”

92 “It's the most fun day of the year. Something you wouldn't understand because you're not programmed to feel joy.” “Yes, but my software is due for an exuberance upgrade.”

93 “Sticks and stones, NAME.” “Describing your breakfast?”

94 “NAME, how are you feeling?” “Better today. I even managed to eat some plain toast this morning.” “Smart. Something bland.” “That's my favorite breakfast.”

95 “Joining us for lunch, Sir?” “Oh, no, I've already consumed the required calories for this day period.” “Yummy.”

96 “You all right, NAME? Tough weekend?” “I went to Barbados with my husband/wife. We wove hats out of palm fronds and swam with the stingrays. I've never been happier.”

97 “Maybe I should wing it. Love, it sustains you. It's like oatmeal.” “Okay. Okay. Not bad for winging it.” “I lied. Took me two hours to write that.”

98 “I do not have a problem. If I want to play Kwazy Cupcakes, I will play Kwazy Cupcakes. Kwazy is a difficult word to say in anger, but I think I've made my feelings clear.”

99 “This place is so romantic.” “Yeah, and so intimate.” “Don't worry. I'm not listening to you. I'm just thinking about how this sea bass is cold but not as cold and cruel as the hands of fate that have thrust my entire life into darkness.” “Ah, damn it. I just ordered the sea bass.”

100 “Yeah, and your new shirt is very aggressive and confusing. Is the pineapple the slut, or is it calling someone else a slut?” “Clearly the pineapple is the slut.” “Huh.”

101 “Oh, I've caused a problem. I think I am getting a text message. Bloop. Ah, there it is.”

102 “So nice of you to greet us, NAME. I thought surely you'd still be crushed under that house in Munchkinland.”

103 “So, do you NAME --“ “Yes.” “And do you --“ “Yes. Yes. We do. We're married.”

104 “I mean, don't people call you NAME?” “How dare you.”

105 “So you lied to me? Out of pity. You pity me.” “I wouldn't put it that way.” “I would. I am offended. I am angry. I am very tired. So I'm gonna take a nap, but when I wake up, oh, you are in for it.”

106 “Look at that. You've helped me find my smile.”

107 “Huh. Meat from the street. Sounds like a fun treat. Hah. I'm a poet and ... I didn't even know I was rhyming those words. But it happened anyway.”

108 “Oh, look at that. An alert. I'm probably trending already. What? My account has been deactivated?” “Twitter thinks you're a bot.” “Why? I am a human. I am a human male/female.”

109 “Care to sit? I'm sure you'd like to take some weight off your cloven hooves.” “Call me the devil, NAME? How original.” “Actually, I was calling you a goat. You goat.”

110 “NAME! I'm coming with you.” “Thank you, NAME.” “I'm also coming.” “Not necessary.”

111 “Spot checks are done. Needless to say I'm thoroughly underwhelmed.” “Huh. From your expression, I would have guessed constipated. Or chilly.”

112 “NAME, you have a pretty low bar for what you consider drama. Once, I used an exclamation point in a email. You called me Diana Ross.” “I assure you, in this case, I do not exaggerate.”

113 “I know they say it's not good to have a TV in the bedroom. Which is why I don't.”

114 “NAME, did you just laugh?” “Uproariously.”

115 “You know when you play along with the robot jokes, it kinda ruins my enjoyment of them?” “Yes, I know.”

116 “And what do you hope to get out of this, NAME? Let me guess revenge on Dorothy for killing your sister?”

117 “It was a good game though for a dumbass.” Okay, you're kinda overusing that one. Maybe switch it up a little bit.” “Oh, good note. You dick.” “That landed good.”

118 “Dancing over. Situation defused.” “No!”

119 “All right, NAME, I'm sick of you wasting time. So, yes, I spilled some minestrone on my pants and I'm sitting in my underwear. Happy?”

120 “You found me. Drinking seltzer in the shadows.”

Gina

121 “It's a sloppy Jessica. Mac n cheese, chili, pizza on a bun. Its everything I've wanted to eat for the last 48 hours.” “What happened? I thought you were gonna 'last forever bitches.'” “Turns out I gave up easy. You hear that bitches? I gave up so easy.”

122 “If NAME had a twin, he/she would have eaten him/her in the womb.”

123 “Wait a minute, I think I just figured something out. I got to go.” “Aren't you forgetting something?” [person a gives Person b a kiss on the forehead] “Uh no, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?”

124 “The English language can not fully capture the depth and complexity of my thoughts. So I'm incorporating Emoji into my speech to better express myself. Winky face.”

125 “All right, gang. Diet day 4. How's everyone holding up?” “Honestly, I'm going to last forever. You hear that bitches? I'm gonna last forever.”

126 “If I die, turn my tweets into a book!”

127 “The only reason I didn't tell you is I don't value you as people, so why be honest?”

128 “Breakups are a cartoony thumbs down. They make people feel face-with-Xs-for-the-eyes.”

129 “I'm sorry. I just don't think this is something you're good at.” “What? The only thing I'm not good at is modesty, because I'm great at it.”

130 “Click. I just captured the exact moment you realized you had failed. I guess we all got something out of this.”

131 “It's so addictive, right? I play so much that when I close my eyes at night, I just see cupcakes instead of my normal dizzying array of flashing lights.”

132 “Forget your ex with meaningless sex. It rhymes because it's true.”

133 “NAME. NAME. NAME, I screwed up, big time.” “NAME, given your daily life experiences, you're gonna have to be more specific.”

134 “So, talk to me, goose. How are we looking?” “Sexy, but not like we're trying too hard. Like, sure, we're trying, but it's almost effortless.”

135 “Give me the ring.” “You sound like Gollum.” “That means nothing to me. I don't see those movies, I'm too pretty.”

136 “Oh no, six drink NAME isn't fun. He’s/She's just sad. Damn it!”

137 “I never have second thoughts. That's the luxury of having great first thoughts.”

138 “Ugh, constantly getting NAME’s approval is the worst.” “Yes. I can only imagine.”

139 “You think you can just bully people, but you can't. It's not okay. I'm the bully around here. Ask anyone.”

140 “This just might work out after all.” “You're damn right it will, 'cause we're a ragtag, scrappity, fart-dumb, moron parade, smart-ass team!”

141 “Okay, NAME, stop freaking out. I have the day off. I can step in and help.” “Yeah, me too. I'm not off, but I come and go as I please. It's part of my charm. I'm like an outdoor cat.”

142 “Gina, please keep an eye on NAME today. He's/She’s gonna say something to the wrong person and get himself/herself punched.” “Sure, I'd love to see NAME get punched.” “Try again.” “I will stop NAME from getting punched.” “Correct.”

143 “Oh, I want him/her out. But I'm too scared to tell him/her. “ “All right, listen. I know that your spirit animal is a caterpillar that's been stepped on —“ “Mm-hmm.”

144 “What are you creeps doing? You made me look away from my phone. You better pray I didn't miss a text.” “In the two seconds you looked away?” “Seventeen texts. All of them important.”

145 “What is my favorite soup?” “Chicken noodle.” “Potato leek.” “Corn frickin' noodle. I mean, chowder, damn it.” “You're all wrong. I've never had soup.” “Don't bother. They all suck.”

146 “Okay, so that plumber was useless. But we are two smart and capable people who can definitely figure out how to fix a toilet.” “Of course we can. The internet will tell us what to do. She always does.”

147 “It's crazy how much he/she flirts with me.”

148 “Good morning.” “For whom?” “For you-m.”

149 “So he/she didn't say what happened, which can only mean one thing.” “He's/She’s in a fight club.”

150 “What's up? How can I help?” “Well, when I was a kid, I invented a magnetic flashlight clip so I could read under the covers. This clip and I went all around the world together the Shire, Sweet Valley High, Terabithia.” “But never to a friend's house, huh?” “Uncalled for.”

Amy

151 “That stuff with us is in the past. We talked about that.” “I know, but that was before you saw me in this dope ass tux. I mean you must be freaking out.” “Oh, I really am. I'm really into rented clothes. I love how many butts have been in them.”

152 “You know, we're birds of a feather, you and I.” “I hate cliches.” “Cliches are the worst.”

153 “And now I don't know what to do.” “I think you do know what to do.” “Thanks, NAME.” [leaves the room] “I have no idea what he’s/she's gonna do but that's the safest way to give NAME advice.” “Yep.”

154 “Insult me all you want, for I have only this to say —“ “Victory shall be mine!” “I heard you practicing in the shower. You can't surprise me. Letting me into your life was the worst mistake you ever made.” “Cool, fun take on our relationship.”

155 “NAME, where you at?” “Four drinks.” “What's four-drink NAME again?” “Why don't you come over here and find out?” “Right, Horny NAME”

156 “I'm sorry. We only excluded you because you're kind of an over-texter.” “Over-texter? That's not even a thing.” “Oh really? So you don't remember the time you sent 97 unanswered texts in a five-minute span?” “My phone vibrated itself off the desk. I think it was committing suicide.”

157 “What the hell? I used NAME's exact recipe. I know I'm not a great cook, but I love following instructions.”

158 “What's going on? Is this a dream? No, I'm not holding a label maker.”

159 “My power went out last night and my alarm didn't go off.” “Your alarm is power dependent? You brought this on yourself, son.”

160 “I'd also like to apologize for my friend. His /Her parents didn't give him/her enough attention.”

161 “I'm in! A bet which improves someone's manners? Double score.”

162 “He’s/She's scared.” “He’s/She's not scared. With all due respect, NAME, NAME has no feelings.”

163 “I'm so cold even my fiery dance moves aren't keeping me warm.”

164 “I'm sorry. I tried to be myself and they hated it.”

165 “All right, someone's gotta go out there and kill that feathery bastard. NAME, you're always looking for an excuse to behead something.”

Sergeant Jeffords

166 “It was like taking candy from a baby.” “Why are you giving candy to a baby in the first place? Don't give candy to a baby! They can't brush their teeth!”

167 “I was raised on disco. Little NAME loved to hustle.”

168 “Or is your favorite artist really Taylor Swift?” [Scoffs] “No.” “Lie.” “All right, fine, she is. She makes me feel things.” “She makes all of us feel things!”

169 “Urgh, what's in these?” “Potatoes, butter, a little milk. Oh, and I ran out of salt, so I used baking soda.” “Why wouldn't you? They're both white powders. Of course they're interchangeable.” “Yeah.”

170 “I warned you against using donuts. They're my trigger food.”

171 “Hey, NAME, you know how you're really good at doodling?” “I know you think you're complimenting me, but calling them doodles is an insult. You a big fan of Picasso's doodles?”

172 “Your tone's braggy but your words are real sad.”

173 “See, NAME? Tough love works.” “Damn it! NAME proved the wrong point.”

174 “Now, be respectful and grieve your asses off.” “I don't know why this is happening.” “NAME, I love it. Everyone follow his/her lead!”

175 “Everything's spoiled. My lunch is ruined. My chicken, my potatoes, pasta, my meatballs, ham, my yogurt.” “Wow, that's a lot of yogurt.” “I love yogurt.”

176 “Kind of seemed like you were gonna get up and leave after saying all that.” “I was, but I think I hear NAME.”

177 “You better look cute in this picture, or no one's gonna want you. Do something with your damn paws!”

178 “My tolerance has really changed since I had kids!”

179 “I'm hungry!” “Oh, you're in luck; the fanny pack is filled with granola.” “Mmm! Loose granola.” “I don't want fanny granola! I want steaks and whiskey!”

180 “You probably can't tell, but I'm flexing my brain like crazy right now.”

181 “What's that smell? That's lavender. NAME loves lavender.”

182 “Okay. Excuse me. Can we please eat? My body is starting to digest itself. NAME needs nutrients!”

183 “Don't look at me. NAME wastes all that time building muscles, make him do it.” “Oh, come on, you all know these are just for show.”

184 “Sorry? You bumbling son of a bitch. You just ruined my life. I hope you get hit by a truck and a dog takes a dump on your face.” “Nothing to see here. Just a little hypoglycaemic rage. Move along.”

185 “I feel like a proud mama hen whose baby chicks have learned to fly!”

Hitchcock

186 “NAME, why do you have your shirt off?” “Can't spill food on your shirt if you're not wearing one.”

187 “What bet? What are you guys talking about?” “Seriously? The bet? They've been keeping score all year. It comes up all the time. What are you doing all day?!” “Nothing. Why, you want to hang out?”

188 “So you just want us to lie on the ground and do nothing like a bunch of losers?” “Yes, precisely.” “No!” “Jackpot!”

189 “I don't like it. Something stinks.” “Well, I'm sorry, but I refuse to mask my natural musk with a bunch of chemicals.”

190 “My God. NAME, are you the only person still making sense?” “Yeah. It's bad.”

191 “All right, food is ready, decorations are set, guests should start arriving any moment, and the chairs are still perfection.” “He/She said they're perfection. I'm so proud of you, buddy.” “It was you. You made this happen.”

192 “Who do you think it's gonna be?” “I've no idea.” “I bet it's me. I just hope I'm ready.”

193 “Okay, look, this was maybe a weird way to start the night, but the good news is, we can still make our dinner reservation and no one got hurt.” “Actually, I cut myself real bad.” “Of course you did.”

Scully

194 “Oh, so your plan is to not take this seriously at all?” “Oh, I am as serious as a heart attack. No offense, NAME.” “Nah. Mine are never that serious. I call 'em ‘oopsies’.”

195 “I miss my home chair.” “You miss a chair?”

196 “Are those thumbtacks? What the hell, NAME?” “I thought they'd make good confetti.” “Why?”

197 “All right, anyone else have questions? NAME, NAME, you've been weirdly silent.” “We didn't want to say anything that would get us uninvited.”

198 “Okay, first of all, I want to say that this was one of the hardest decisions I've ever had to make. There is so much talent in this room.” “Just tell us, bitch. Act as if you already have the role.”

199 “I'll be back. Don't move.” “Not a problem. I hate moving.��

200 “Where should we begin? Do you have any experience with puzzles?” “Yes. I've never solved one.”

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BTS Drabble/Imagine: Workaholic (Taehyung)

Member: Taehyung

Prompt(s): “Can you make a story of taehyung as the husband.Where one day he and his wife fight over how he is too busy to spend time with his family(include a baby pls😇).”

Requested by: shootingguard93

Summary: Taehyung has been busy. Too busy. What happens when his family starts to feel his absence? 

Standing up from your position on the Superman comforter, you sweep his bangs to the side of his forehead and place a kiss on the newly exposed skin.

“Good night, sweetie. Happy birthday,” you whisper. You only receive the soothing sound of soft breaths in response, making you smile softly.

Taking one final look back into the room, you flip off the light switch and close the door so that it is only open a crack. On your way back to the main living area, you peek in on the baby. She is still sleeping soundly as soft lights flicker along the walls of the room. Seeing that she is doing fine, you finish the trek to the living area.

Stopping in the archway between the hall and your dining room, your shoulders sag and you let out a somber sigh. Taking in the room, you realize just how much work you have ahead of you. Balloons are everywhere…many displaying a huge 3 on them. The table looks as though there was a battle between confetti, cake, and ice cream. Confetti won. Tissue and wrapping paper is strewn all around the room and a pile of new gifts is scattered across the floor, leaving a trail to the living room. You grab a wet rag and trash bag and get to work.

After what seems like all night, you make one final pass over the dining room table with the cleaning rag. Looking at the clock above the fireplace, you see that it is nearly midnight. Your eyes are drawn down to the row of picture frames lining your mantel. One frame stands out to you. It is a frame that holds multiple pictures and they are photos from your son’s first and second birthdays. The photos present a happy family of three with wide smiles, cake on their faces, and party hats on their heads. You bite the inside of your cheek as you come to the realization that the photo for his third birthday will be different. His little sister will no longer just be a baby bump like in last year’s photo. She’ll be found on your hip more than likely. However, there is going to be another difference that could go unnoticed unless someone was studying your photographs. Or they were you.

That difference? Taehyung, your husband and father of your children, will not be there.

Sighing, you make your way to the kitchen with every intention to set the cleaning rag in the sink and start preparing for bed. However, you notice a small pile of dishes in the sink and realize that you’ll need some of them for breakfast. You begin running warm water and add dish soap. This should only take a little while.

That is where he finds you after he quietly sneaks through the front door, trying not to wake the sleeping household. He watches as you rinse, dry, and put the last plate away. A soft smile tugs at his lips as he makes his way to you. You are rinsing out the sink basin when you feel his strong arms wrap around your waist and his chin takes up residence on your shoulder.

“What are you still doing up, babe?” he asks while placing a kiss at the base of your neck.

“Washing dishes.” You reply shortly. Turning off the water, you pull away from his grasp and close all of the cabinet doors. He stays where he is, confused by your reaction.

“Did you have a good day?” You know he asks this question as a means of testing the water, trying to get a feel for what was going on.

“It was good.” You respond, walking toward the living room as you speak so Taehyung can’t see your face.

“How are the kids?” He follows you at a distance.

“They’re sleeping. They had a busy day.”

“Did you take them somewhere? Did they have fun?”

Doing an about face, you look at your husband incredulously.

“Did they have fun? You do realize what today was, don’t you? I sent you so many messages. I left voicemails!”

Your voice is still soft but your tone is now much edgier than before. Taehyung can feel that something is wrong, he just can’t figure out what. His phone had died early that morning. He is left standing a few feet away from you, mouth gaping like a fish…trying to decide how to respond. After a few seconds, Taehyung sees the shift in your emotions through your eyes. They make a shift from upset to sad. Almost pitying.

“You really don’t know what today was do you?”

He closes his mouth and looks at the floor.

“I can’t believe this.” You huff as you make your way to the linen closet a few steps away. From it, you pull several blankets and a pillow, toss them on the couch, and then turn to face Taehyung.

“I’m going to bed. You might want to wish our son happy birthday before you come back in here to make your bed.” You move toward your bedroom. As you turn, you see the realization spread across his features.

You are in bed with silent tears rolling down your cheeks when you hear a soft knock on the bedroom door.

“Babe? Y/N?” You hear through the door. Wiping your cheeks, you hesitate to open it.

“Please?” His voice is desperate.

Opening the door, you step aside to let him pass. You close the door behind you and turn to face him.

“I missed his party, didn’t I?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Me either, Tae. I sent you so many messages. I tried to help you be here. Do you realize how disappointed he was when he realized Daddy wasn’t coming even after he had promised he’d be here? Do you realize how hard it was for him to see his friends’ fathers here but not you? I tried to do what I could to make him feel better, but I’m not you. I’m not Dad. I can’t be both parents.”

“I never asked you to be.” He says, without realizing he said it out loud.

“Did you not? What about when you had to skip out on our family vacation that YOU had planned because of an impromptu trip with the boys? What about that time when you were supposed to pick up the kids from my mom’s but didn’t show because you were at dance practice and lost track of time.” Your voice is increasing intensity with each sentence but you are remaining quiet enough not to wake the children just down the hall. Somehow, your words have even more of an impact at this volume.

“What about how you are never up in the morning to send me or the kids off and you don’t get back home until their bedtime or later? What about when you completely miss your son’s birthday, leaving me to set up, host, clean up, and take care of both of our children?” You pause, breathing hard. “What do you call that?” Your eyebrows are raised, hands are on your hips, and you look at him expectantly.

“I call that my job.” He defends, he shoulders are tense and his arms cross in front of his chest. “I call that earning a living to take care of my family. Trying to give you a better life than my mom had. Trying to give our kids a better life than I had.”

You raise your arms above your head like a football coach after a bad call on the field.

“You KNOW there is more to family than that. We were a family once, Tae. Do you remember?”

He looks at you. His body is still showing that he is defensive but his eyes are softening with every word.

“Do you remember the mornings when we were all in the kitchen, giggling at the different shapes you were making with the pancakes? Do you remember how you used to read a book to him to help him fall asleep while I sat in the rocking chair with our daughter? Do you remember when I had to tell you what Y/D/N’s first word was because you weren’t here to hear it? Do you remember how you used to let me rant about my job after a stressful day? Do you remember when I would massage your shoulders after you had a rough day?”

You can see tears forming in his eyes as he sits on the bed. Walking closer to him, you continue.

“Remember how we would go on trips to your family’s home? We’d spend several days there and you’d share your childhood memories with us? We’d look at photo albums and our faces would hurt from smiling so much.”

You kneel on your knees in front of him and place your hands on his knees.

“Remember when you weren’t working yourself ragged? When you’d be home for meals and plenty of rest? Remember when we had time to spend together? Remember when we could count on each other to be our support at all times? I miss that, Tae.”

Tears begin freely falling from his eyes. You bring your hands to his cheeks to wipe them away.

“I expect you to be gone for lengths at a time…you’re an idol after all. That is your career, your passion and I don’t want you to give it up. I’m not asking that. I know that you can’t be home all the time. I know there will be times when you’re traveling the world and you can’t be home for months at a time. But when you are here, I wish you’d actually be HERE.” You say softly as you kiss both of his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, babe. I’m so sorry.” His voice is rough with emotions. He doesn’t move his hands from his lap. “I’ve been so busy, working so hard. I thought that if I worked extra, it would help you not have to. It would help us live a happier life. We wouldn’t have the worries that my parents did. I’ve been staying after the others leave to practice dances or write. I’ve been recording quite a bit on my own. I’ve been memorizing different scripts to audition for. I just want to do the best I can to give you the life you want and deserve.”

“I know, Tae. I know. But the life I want is one with you in it, not just you paying for it.” Your hands move to his, rubbing your thumbs across his knuckles. “I have a job. You have a job.  We saved quite a bit before starting a family. We are doing perfectly fine financially. I’m not worried about that.”

He looks into your eyes.

“I’m worried about the kids. I’m worried about us. I’m worried about you.” You continue as you sit next to him on the bed. “We are a family and we aren’t complete without you here. It just feels wrong when you aren’t here…like we’re drifting on a river without a paddle. The kids idolize you. You are a king to them. Anything you say or do for them is so important to them. Believe me, Y/S/N talks about you all the time…even when you aren’t here.”

He smiles softly.

“I’m not complete without you,” you carry on. “You are my husband. My soulmate. My partner in crime.” Your voice is sure but tears are silently making their escape. “I have had a glimpse of what it would be like without you in my life over the past few months, and I hate it. I hate not being able to ask you questions. Not being able to hug you. Not being able to help you. I hate just seeing you in passing or talking to you once a day. I don’t want to live a life without you in it.”

He pulls you to him, giving you that hug you’ve so dearly been missing.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” He says into your hair. Pulling back he looks you in the eyes, hands on your upper arms.

“I’ll do better. I’ll be home more. I’ll come home after we’re done at the studio. I’ll leave when the other guys do. I’ll pick the kids up from your mom’s. I won’t miss another birthday. I will do better, I promise.”

Locking eyes with his, you smile. “I know.”

Next thing you know, your lips are tenderly pressed to his. You don’t know who made the first move, but you don’t care. Unintentionally moaning because of the way this felt so unfamiliar after so long, but so right, Taehyung takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss. Beyond the salt from your shared tears, it tastes like home. This is your happy place. Taehyung is next to you, running his hands up your back and along the side of your neck, showing you what he feels more than telling you…this is happiness.

Pulling away, you lean your foreheads against each other and catch your breaths.

“Can we take a picture tomorrow, the four of us?” he asks. “I missed all of the photos today.”

“I’d like that. I think the kids would too.” You smile.

After flashing his boxy grin, he gives you a quick kiss on the temple and stands up, leaving you sitting on the bed. You look up at him with the unspoken question clear on your face.

“I’m going to say goodnight to the kids and wish Y/S/N a happy birthday. I’ll be back soon, I promise.” He says before he turns toward the door.

You crawl back into bed and start trying to fall back asleep. Taehyung comes back into the room so quietly that you don’t realize he is there until you feel the blankets raise next to you and him climbing into bed. He curls his body to the back of yours, moving your hair to be over your shoulder so he can place a kiss on the back of your neck as he wraps his arms around your waist.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You relax deeper into his embrace and smile to yourself.

“I love you too, Tae.”

Needless to say, that night you slept better than you had in months.

The next morning, you wake up to sunlight filtering through the curtains and the smell of pancakes floating around the room. Smiling softly, you extend your arm to feel that Taehyung is no longer in bed.

Getting up, you wrap your robe around you and follow the delicious aromas into the kitchen. What you see stops you in your tracks.

Your son is sat at the kitchen island coloring in his new Superman coloring book. Your daughter is on Taehyung’s hip, laughing and waving her arms as he makes silly faces and sounds at her. All three are still in their PJs. The last batch of pancakes look to be about ready to come off of the griddle, bowls of chopped fruit are spread along the island in front of your son, and the coffee pot is almost full. Taehyung spots you in the doorway, sets your daughter in her high chair and comes to wrap his arms around you.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He smiles, giving you a peck on the lips.

“Good morning. It smells delicious.” You reply, leaning against him as you both turn to take in the scene.

“It is the least that I can do. I love making us breakfast.” He leans his head against the top of yours.

“Mommy! Daddy! Look at my picture!” Your son exclaims as he grabs the coloring book, jumps off his chair, and comes skidding to a stop in front of the two of you. He proudly holds up his masterpiece for the two of you to see.

What you see is a picture of Superman, colored in various shades of blue and red. Of course, the coloring extends past the lines, but that is part of the charm. What makes you press yourself closer to your husband is what you see in the top left corner.

Your son has crossed out the bold SUPERMAN printed in the corner and underneath, in his toddler handwriting, wrote DADY.

“I made this for you, Daddy!” He says with a boxy grin and big brown eyes shining. “Do you like it?”

Taehyung removes himself from your grasp and kneels down to be eye-to-eye with the artist.

“I absolutely love it, Y/S/N. It is better than Van Gogh!” He takes the book in his hand, sets it on the floor, and pulls your son into a hug. “Thank you.”

After taking a mental picture of your husband and son, you pick up the coloring book and gently tear the page out of the book.

“How about we find a place on the fridge for this, sweetie? It is great!”

“Yeah!” Your son breaks away from his father, takes the paper from you, and places it low on the fridge with his alphabet magnets. “Perfect!”

You and Taehyung smile at each other, with love and hope written on your faces. “Perfect.”

A/N: You guys. You guys. I just…ahhh. The feels are real with this one. I was going to end it when they fell asleep, but couldn’t bring myself to skip the breakfast scene. I absolutely love this one! The struggle is real too…I’m a bit of a workaholic like Tae is in this one. Sometimes, you just need a reality check from a loved one to get you back on track. This was angsty but fluffy…my favorite!

I hope you enjoyed this!  ❤️

~L

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money is power

rating: m

pairings: sanayeon (twice)

word count: 2153

triggers: gore, violence, mentions of sex

summary: twice is a tight knit mafia, famous all over korea for being able to get away with most everything. they have the government under their thumb, and their skills are unmatched. to be frank, no one fucks with them. 

loona, a smaller, unknown mafia doesn't want fame. they just want money and revenge, so blaming their crimes on the most well-known mafia is a no brainer.

when twice notice they're getting credit for things they didn't do, though, it starts to become a problem.

first chapter (ur here!) | previous | next (to be updated)

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nayeon doesn’t spend idly. if she’s going to use her hard-earned money on something, it better be the most important damn thing in the world. she won’t waste it on some toy she’s using for the week.

but she’s been using sana for months, she reasons, so it’s okay. and besides, it’s her birthday, so asking couldn’t hurt, even if it will be embarrassing.

and sana has been stressed the last few weeks due to her work; nayeon should know, being her boss. unfortunately the position doesn’t come with the benefit of controlling the workload, so she has to watch sana work herself into exhaustion daily. maybe it’s a bit painful, even if their relationship has no strings attached.

“what do you think of a birthday dinner?” nayeon asks the day before, words muffled in sana’s neck.

sana giggles. “i didn’t know we were that serious,” she teases.

“you don’t seem to be opposed.”

“not necessarily,” sana replies. “as long as it’s expensive.” she then mouths at nayeon’s neck to stop her already weak-willed protests, and damn if it isn’t an effective end to the conversation.

the next night, when nayeon sees sana gape at the restaurant as she slides out of the car, she knows she’s met her standards.

“do you like it?” nayeon asks anyway.

sana answers by crashing their lips together, borderline making out with her in front of the richest people in seoul. nayeon would be all for this, but the reservations cost too much to go to waste, and it’s raining, so she breaks away and ushers sana inside. they grin smugly at the appalled rich crowd, and nayeon thinks, for a fleeting second, they’d make a damn good couple.

they’re sat down at a table in the back and given a selection of drinks. nayeon orders water and sana orders champagne; when nayeon raises an eyebrow at her across the table, sana just smirks back, and nayeon decides not to question it. when the waiter leaves, sana stretches her hand towards nayeon’s, and she reluctantly takes it.

“so, darling,” sana drawls, “what are you getting?”

“probably the salad,” nayeon responds, and she knows sana’s going to notice it’s the cheapest thing on the menu. it’s a subtle sign, one she doubts sana will answer, but she can hope. “what about you?”

“the myungwolgwan looks good,” sana says. nayeon glances down, and indeed, she winces at the price. nayeon gives sana the stink eye, which sana ignores and searches to make eye contact with a waiter.

(when the waiter takes the order, he gives nayeon a pitiful look. she must appreciate these little things.)

“you’re evil,” nayeon wants to say. “i hope it’s good,” she says instead, a bit more passive, but still effective in letting sana know she’d kill her if it wasn’t her birthday.

sana shrugs. “i said it looks good. i’ve never actually had it before.”

nayeon tightens her grip on the arm of her chair.

sana’s face becomes worried for a few moments. “you... you’re not having any work problems, are you?”

nayeon rolls her eyes. “i thought we’ve been over this. no talking about that while we’re alone.”

“that rule only applies when we’re having sex,” sana says, and nayeon thinks she hears someone choke on their food nearby. “now is a perfect time to talk about this.”

truthfully, nayeon has been a bit stressed lately. the most well-paying clients are often the most migraine-inducing, and her paycheck is higher than ever before. not that she’d ever tell sana that; she knows the girl has her own set of problems she needs to deal with before she cares for others.

“no, it’s not,” nayeon says, gesturing about the restaurant. “just don’t order the myungwolgwan again and i’ll be perfectly fine.”

sana’s gaze flicks up a few degrees above nayeon’s head. “hm. you’d rather i eat it on a paper plate, don’t you?”

shit.

nayeon couldn’t turn around to look at whoever had a gun on her; it was probably in the warehouse building behind her. she had scoped this place out, and knew the risks, but she didn’t expect people to follow her here. she hadn’t told anyone else of her plans with sana, so why the fuck was someone trying to assassinate her?

“how rude,” nayeon huffs instead.

“we should play a game,” sana says, and her eyes are still calm when they go back to nayeon’s.

“that’s a terrible idea,” nayeon tells her, because it is. not that sana would ever take that advice to heart.

“too bad.” sana leans towards nayeon, almost spilling her water. “whoever kills more people tonight gets to top next time,” she whispers, a glint in her eye.

nayeon sighs. “we really shouldn’t make bets on this stuff.”

“that’s not a no,” sana counters, sitting back in her seat.

“you’re fucking disgusting,” nayeon says. “tell me when to duck.”

sana squinted back up. “now’s a great time, actually,” she tells her, and nayeon dips her head. a few seconds later, a shot rings out, and the glass vase in the center of the table is ruined.

it takes a few moments for the screams to start up, and a few more after that for the doors to bang open. the sound of a machine gun starts going off as sana flips the table over and they dive behind it.

“i never got my champagne,” sana pouts.

nayeon is about to apologize before she continues. “but this is a hell of a lot more exciting.”

“you’re insufferable,” nayeon groans as she pulls out her glock. “you have yours?”

“i’m offended you think i wouldn’t,” sana answered playfully, tapping it against her temple. “you ready, babe?”

“always,” nayeon growled, and they jumped out in sync.

sana fires off a few shots in the direction of the entrance as nayeon races over to the fire alarm and pulls it. the sirens make everyone wince for a second, giving nayeon ample time to put a bullet in the heart of some gangster a few feet over. god, she missed this; being so high up in rankings meant she was rarely put on risky missions. she’s a bit out of practice, but the sight of blood splattering against the floor is enough to wake her up.

“one!” nayeon yells out, and sana laughs in response.

she hears two gunshots in quick succession. “same!” sana yells back.

nayeon feels a bullet zip by her head, and she whips around to a man in a mask reloading his gun. she knees him in the gut and grabs a shard of glass off a table, stabbing him in the neck. she flings him off herself as another man tackles her from behind, throwing her to the ground. the hit is enough to make her head spin, but she doesn’t miss a beat as she dodges his punches.

he grabs her arm, and she spits at him. he blinks for a moment, and it’s ample time to shoot him in the leg with her forgotten gun. his scream is cut off by a second bullet to his temple.

she takes a breath as his body falls on her, then snarls and pushes him off. three.

a woman takes a few shots at her from just a table away, but they all miss, and nayeon can’t find it in herself to be disappointed. she’s always appreciated how incompetent the people they send after her are. she takes a knife from her boot and rushes at her, dodging the next shots as well, though one does catch her in the arm. she winces and drives the knife into the woman’s gut, relishing the feeling of the kill.

“whore,” nayeon breathes into her ear, and lets her drop.

“nayeon,” a voice says from behind her. “i didn’t expect to see you here.”

she turns, and smirks. “jennie. you were hired and didn’t bother to ask who the target was?”

“guilty as charged.” jennie raises her gun to nayeon’s forehead. “what to do, though?”

“oh, you wouldn’t kill me,” nayeon says with conviction. “you like the game too much.”

“i’d say it’s gotten annoying, though,” jennie broods. “with you being better than me and all.”

“at least you can admit it,” nayeon chuckles, and sana presses a gun to the back of jennie’s head.

jennie’s breath catches, and sana laughs maniacally. “put the fucking gun down, bitch,” nayeons says for her.

“i got six,” sana converses. “including the sniper. you, darling?”

“four. guess i lost, huh?”

“you like it too much. i changed my mind. i got two.” jennie’s hand is sneaking up to her waist, something sana’s definitely seeing, but isn’t bothering with.

“this is why i don’t like making bets with you.” nayeon knocks the gun out of jennie’s grip and has a knife to her throat in two quick movements. her bad arm screams at her, which she ignores, for now. “so unfair.”

“i like bottoming. don’t judge my preferences.” jennie’s face scrunches up at sana’s words, and nayeon has to keep in her laughter.

“‘kay, girls, let her go,” someone says.

“and who are you to give us orders, jisoo?” sana asks, not putting her gun down. “i think her brains on the wall would be beautiful. don’t you think so, nayeon?”

“agreed. especially,” she pushes her knife a little closer, “knowing all the trouble she’s caused us.”

“do it,” jihyo snaps, and they immediately retreat.

jennie rubs at her neck, glaring at jisoo. “i thought i told you i don’t need your help.”

“you clearly did, though,” jisoo says, and turns to jihyo. “sorry for her. she’s an idiot.”

“just keep her in line from now on,” jihyo responds with a tight-lipped smile. “i don’t need allies trying to kill my people. come on, nayeon, sana,” she adds, beckoning them.

“i expect to know who ordered this,” nayeon grumbled, glaring at jennie, but obliged along with sana.

jihyo’s smile twitched, but she didn’t say anything. “we’re leaving, before we can start another war.”

once they were out of earshot of jennie and jisoo, nayeon tapped jihyo on the shoulder. “uh, ma’am…”

“shut the fuck up, or i might slit your throat myself,” jihyo snapped under her breath. “i interrupted a very important meeting for this, just to see my people fighting with the people i was trying to make amends with. and no, i don’t care who started it, you two know i’m trying to get jisoo on my side.”

nayeon quieted down. sana grabbed a bottle of champagne off a forgotten service trolley and flipped jennie off when jihyo wasn’t looking.

“i wasn’t supposed to be stepping over bodies tonight,” jihyo continued, muttering angrily. “i was going to drink expensive alcohol and have one less worry on my hands. who knows what jisoo will do now, that crazy bitch. if i could, i’d fire the both of you.”

“you won’t, though,” sana singsonged, slinging her arms around jihyo’s chest. “because you love us! you’re, like, our mom.”

jihyo sighed. “especially you. i would definitely fire you,” she claims, but her voice was a bit softer, fondness seeping through. nayeon disregarded the pang of jealousy she felt.

“i’m going home alone,” jihyo tells them once they’re outside. “i can’t take another second of this shit. go and fuck each other, or something. from what i heard, nayeon’s doing that, actually, but- nevermind. fuck this.” she puts a finger on nayeon’s chest. “i will have you killed if anything like this happens again.”

nayeon knows she won’t, but she nods in agreement anyway.

jihyo storms off, and sana leans towards nayeon as they watch her together. “you know, i’m kind of worried about her, sometimes.”

“worry about your damn self,” nayeon retorts, turning towards her. “you’re so stressed all the time. we don’t need you to care for us; just do your job.”

“i worry about you, too,” sana continues like she hadn’t heard nayeon. “you put so much weight on your shoulders. i’m always here for you, alright? not just to let off steam, but to talk, too.”

nayeon rolls her eyes and shoves sana’s shoulder so she’s facing her. “you have blood on your lip,” she comments.

sana grins cheekily. “wanna get it off for me?”

nayeon answers with a kiss, and her mouth tastes metallic, but she doesn’t quite mind. “i’ll get the rest off later,” she says, observing the red on her chest and arms.

sana snorts. “fine. just take me home.”

sana starts walking, but nayeon’s mind pulls a blank. she hasn’t had a lot of time to think about it, but she’s getting too involved with this. their gang is tight knit, sure, but someone might die at any moment; making friends was unadvisable, but inevitable. falling in love with one of them was the worst possible situation she could think of.

“coming?” sana calls without looking back.

“... yeah.”

#t: dec 2017 #f: twice #g: angst #s: sanayeon #wc: ongoing #c: im nayeon #c: minatozaki sana #c: kim jisoo #c: kim jennie #c: park jihyo #sanayeon #minatozaki sana #im nayeon #twice #twice fanfiction #girl group fanfiction #girl group #kpop #kpop fics #kpop fic #kpop twice fanfic #fanfiction #twice fanfic

[demosthenes46-blog]

The boy who owned the world NOVEMBER 26, 2017 · FRIENDS The boy who owned a world By Josh Maynard Intro April 2020 People are dying. 2/3s of the worlds population has succumbed to an unknown virus. All humans above age 19 are dead. Corpses lie still in their cribs. Elderly lie eternally asleep in their beds. It all started 3 days ago, the flash. Children are waking up from their coma. Milk is sour. No power. Mommy and daddy smell bad. This is the new beginning. Adults have desecrated the Earth. So, the virus only attacked fully developed brains. Chapter 1 0810 Hours “Everything is fucked man, so fucked!” Eric mumbled as he pulled his red flyers wagon down the street. He stopped at a street light and out of habit looked both ways. Warily he crossed the street. Gunshots can be heard in the distance. the familiar pops that would resemble fireworks brought only death. “Damn kids” he spat in the direction on south Freetown. Eric would be turning 15 this year. Like it mattered, he thought. No more birthday candles. They were too valuable. After a few brisk minutes he reached a partially looted liquor store. He silently laughed at the broken registers and lotto machines. Damn kids. Curiously he made his way down the aisle pulling cans off the shelves. First aid and medical supplies went into the wagon as well. Candy bars, ramen noodles, and even pet food all came off the shelf. He suddenly stopped. He stopped right in front of the huge beer cooler. Shrugging a “what the hell” he grabbed a few cases. Eric managed to haul over 100lbs of supplies back to his house. His dads truck still in the garage. His moms eco friendly hatchback was still in the driveway. After putting his wagon away he grabbed his .22 rifle and his fathers .38 special tucking it in his waist band. After grabbing some pretzels and 12 pack he made his way to the front porch. While sitting in the rocking chair he began to whistle one of his fathers favorite bands songs. Eric solemnly took out a pack of malboros and lit one. While exhaling a large cloud of smoke he screamed “FUCK THIS” taking a final swig of his beer, he threw the bottle into the street. Not shedding a single tear. 3 hours later Eric awoke to the sound of screaming. No, laughter? He lazily opened his eyes to see a few kids playing soccer in the middle of the street. A few boys and girls his age while toddlers watched from the curb. The twins were team captains. Obviously, Eric snorted. Grabbing another cigarette he made his way to the street. The automatic gates didn’t work so he used a manual gate next to his mother’s rose bushes. Earlier he had wrapped all of his bike chains around the gate to further secure it. If he at 10 years old knew how to pick a lock then he could count on other degenerates knew too. After undoing all the chains several kids noticed Eric. “Eric! Finally the master of disaster wakes up!” one of the twins piped up. It was Harry, the boy, all long flowing locks of fiery red hair. “What’s up fire crotch?!” Eric replied. Soon all the little ones crowded Eric squealing and hugging his legs. “We rescued a lot of kids today” Sara mentioned as he made her way through the small crowd. “While you were shut in your castle”. Sarah gave him a peck on his cheek. “We thought…..” her gaze fell low “We thought you were fish food man!” Harry exclaimed “But look at you! Smoking AND drinking. Wow. Hey wheres all the warm beer?” Eric put his thumb behind him “I put it in the pool”. At the mention of a pool the kids all stopped playing with the ball. “Well fuck this! Me first!” Harry yelled pushing past all the little ones “Take him hostage sis, hes all yours!” he screamed just as an army of children began to run behind him. Eric smiled, my little army, he thought. “So hot shot, what’s the plan?” he turned to see Sarah in white shorts and a yellow blouse. The wind was whipping her hair across her shouders. She and her twin brother were 16. Sarah and Eric swapped their V-cards together just that summer. “Well Darling” he said between puffs “I guess we take over the world” laughing he locked the gate and slid his arm around her waist. Together they made their way to the pool. “Don’t drink it all asshole!” Eric yelled as Harry grabbed his another beer. “Relax bro, ill go get you a whole store!” Harry replied. They both fell back in their lawn chairs laughing. “Is this the life or what?” Harry asked “Despite the fact I forgot we have no parents, its been alright” Harry whistled a somber tune. “Yeah, our dad was an ass so we put him in the county dump” Harry replied gleaming “ Fuck-em” he whispered as he took another swig. “So captain whats the plan? I mean, how do we live? Obviously we cant take care of all these little bastards” Harry mentioned while he waved his hand at the pool. The pool was filled with more then 50 screaming and laughing kids. They all had forgotten for the time being that they had awoken to dead parents days before. Eric smiled at Harry “I guess we can drop them off in the woods somewhere—OWWW” “Sarah punched Eric in the shoulder “Well? Do you have any ideas princess?” Eric said turning towards her. She was rubbing her temples while in deep thought. “We need them…” she finally said “We need an army” Harry began to laugh but quickly fell silently, no one else thought it was funny. “Your serious?” said Eric, she turned to him “ Its time babe. We’re taking over”. Eric lifted his beer and chugged the rest in one gulp, “Si vis pacem para bellum” he whispered. Chapter 2 A few months later Cars had now been parked to block the ends of the street. After Eric dispatched Harry to the local hardware store to get generators. The wall was being built. Tony was named head engineer. Tony was 13 and still in love with legos so to Eric it was a no brainer to charge him with building a wall. He now supervised 8-15 year olds as they cut and nailed new sections. Eric drove by in his Hummer. “Hey Tony the tiger, hows the progress?” he asked stepping out. Tony grimaced, “ Im not gunna lie Er, we are way behind. That last attack from the Baron’s set us back. We are now using fire retardant wood and aluminum roofing to cover the wood. At least the gate anyway. The vulneralbities are the alley’s and the sewers”. Eric was writing in his notebook. “ Anything else to report?” Tony looked sideways “Well, one of the new recruits is causing some trouble” At this Eric looked up “Trouble?” Tony sighed “She causing some dissention with the younger ones, he goes by Striker” Eric spat at the ground “Son of a bitch” he pulled out his radio “Base 1, this is golden eye over” his radio crackled “Golden eye we read you, what’s your 20? Over”. The kids had raided a police station armory and found radios with code books. “Find out who is in charge of our new guppies (recruits) and bring them all to the hall of justice, over.” Eric said “Roger wilco sir, over and out”. Eric kicked a rock “To the torture chamber we go”. He climbed behind the wheel of the truck and sped off grinding his cig mouth. “Attention on deck!” Lt Gaby screamed. “ At ease” Eric barked. The whole room sat at Eric’s command. “ Lt, give me the list of guppies” Gaby promptly handed over a list of this week’s workers. Striker was last on the list. “Guppie Striker?” Instantly a frail blonde girl stood. She was about his height with green eyes and a very extenuating bust. Shit, Eric thought, he assumed it was a male. “Seize her” 4 guards responded and cuffed her. “Bring her here” Eric commanded, the guards led her without protest to the front of the hall and sat her in the Truth Chair. “Guppies DISSMISSED!” Eric bellowed, Lt Gaby began to bark orders and led them back to work detail. As the last recruit left Eric told the guards to wait outside. “Id rather blow you then get raped” Striker spat in rebellion as he walked behind her. “Who do work for?” Eric simply asked ignoring her provoke, “What?” Eric slapped her hard “Argh, I don’t WORK for anyone you jackass!” Striker screamed. “Why all the bullshit on the wall then!? Your speech is a cancer” Eric retorted as he began to lose his cool. He stayed behind her “I was only talking shit!” She screamed, she smelled good Eric thought as he leaned into her ear “Liar liar pants on ….” He then proceeded to lift a can and pour precious gasoline all over her body “….Fire”. Pity, she smelled so nice. She was screaming and thrashing but chains held her down. He circled her and took out a cigarette, light it and inhaled. “Look ill do whatever you want ok? Ill do whatever you want, please!” she was crying hard now, it gave Eric a thrill to hear her beg. “Tell me, who…..do….you….work….for” He breathed out his smoke so thick she began to cough “Fine FUCK, FINE! Fuck! Ill tell you! But I cant go back there! Please! They will kill me!” She screamed as Eric lit another match. “Who will?” Eric whispered as he slowly circled her. “The fucking jackets!” this puzzled Eric. The Yellow Jacket football team, he thought. Shit. “Guards!” Eric sat down, hands in his lap patiently studying Strikers face. She looked like an animal caught in a trap. The gas worked every time. If she only knew it was a cup of gas poured in a gallon of water for the smell. He smiled as moments later the Hall’s door was filled with guards. “Put her in solitary” He nodded to Striker “Brig, bread and water 3 days. That’s it.” Just as he finished his command Sarah burst through the front double doors with her honor guard trialing her. Oh shit, thought Eric. Sarah walked right up to Striker and punched her in the throat. Striker, still tied in the chair, fell gasping for breath still attached to the Truth chair. “Why wasn’t I notified immediately? Shes a fucking spy?!” Eric looked like he was actually 15. He then looked her straight in the eye and told her the truth “I didn’t want to risk it over the radios” Sarah kicked Striker in the stomach “And that’s for soliciting yourself on my man bitch!”. Between gasps Striker managed a weak “Fuck you..” Sara scoffed and began to try and stomp her face but Eric quickly intervened. “Stop Sara!” She looked back at him incredulously “We need her!” He urgently whispered. “Shes from a new gang, that football team from Glenbard High? Yellow Jackets apparently. That school is a fortress! Fuck a wall. That place could be our capital! We are close to 800 strong and climbing everyday….we need to expand” Eric then lightly kicked the now unconscious girl on the ground. “Shes our golden goose” It took Sara a few seconds to contemplate this and then suddenly jumped on Eric “ Oh Darling this is why I love you!” She blurted in between kisses. “Ahem” a cloaked figure appeared in the Hall’s doorway. “Come now children, daddy’s home!” a familiar Harry swept off his cloak in a kingly manner. “Scary Harry! My man, how goes it?” Harry lit a cigar and dragged a huge toke. “Well, the campaign is going well, we brought an additional 76 guppies in. But even better are our raids. I put the preliminaries on your desk Governor, ill tell you this, we hit em hard” Sarah released her grip on Eric “How hard?” She breathed slowly. Harry took his time “Uhhh…about 10,000 gallons of fuel” Eric’s cigarette fell from his mouth. Sarah ran to her brother and picked him up in a excited embrace. “You little devil you! How!? A transport?” she set him down “Of course my horse! We were raiding the airport when our scouts spotted a few Baron’s guarding a jet and a truck. Our snipers took out the gurads and when we searched the plane. Nothing but this white powerdy stuff. Looks like coke?” “Celebration?” Harry asked his lifetime best friend. “Its time to kill the fatted calf” Eric said with a smile. It was going to be a very good day after all. “Governor! Eric wake up!” Eric opened one eye, it was Lt. Gaby. “Yeah yeah im awake, whats the matter?” Gaby gave him a report “Is this true?” Gaby nodded “Ever since Sparrow (Stanley) put out that radio signal our radar is picking up thousands of kids and vehicles alike”. Shit, he thought, too soon. “Get me my gun and hail Cmdr Sarah and Cmdr Harry NOW!” Gaby quickly saluted and ran barking orders. Within minutes Sarah and Harry had Alpha Teams swarming the banisters. “I want snipers on every fucking roof damn it!” Eric yelled into his throat mike “And someone bring me some coffee!” Eric reached in his pocket and sniffed some sugar, he was floored. “Gaby, get processing teams down there now!” Eric knew first hand what could happen if close to 2,000 kids got riot worthy. Processing teams pushed through the huge make shift camp. Gaby got a p.a. “Males on the left side of the street and females on the right” Medical teams were then dispatched to triage the new kids. “We cant let them all in Eric, there’s not enough supplies” Harry said as he looked at the huge crowd. Reports were coming in that thousands were being added. “Then we build more walls. Send out more raid parties.” Harry looked away in anger “You have no idea what its like out there do you Er? How many good guys and girls ive lost trying to feed these outsiders” He spat as he waved his hand over new guppie crowd. “You and Sarah are living in this fantasy….you CANT save the world.” Eric knew Harry was right. They couldn’t keep on taking in every new guppie that they found. They were already at max capacity. They needed to expand. And he knew just the place to annex. Now was his chance. “Sarah, call the council together and Gaby?” “Yes, capt?” “Make sure these migrants have bread and water. Keep em happy” Gaby then replied a few seconds later “ Uh sir, theres a leader here who calls himself Josiah, he would like a word” Sarah looked at him with conern but Harry volunteered “Ill go baby sit the prophet” Harry said laughing as he climbed down the banister. “He’s a tough SOB that one!” Eric said as he watched Harry entreat this leader to succumb to his world. They both entered the gates minutes later arm over each others shoulder. He was a red head. Damn irish, Eric thought as he chuckled. “Well, you have your army Darling, whats next?” Eric pulled another cigarette from his almost empty pack. “We are gunna take that fucking school” Chapter 3 “8 days later” *Eric and Harry are on a hill ½ mile from Redwood High. Eric has a spotters scope & Harry is staring down a Barret .50. Both are dressed in camo. Its been two says since last relocation. Eric cant stop smoking. He worried about his young sniper team. Most of his team consisted of teenagers trained on video games of violence and gore. Bravo and Alpha teams consisting of 5 guppies contained a comms, medic, assault, and sniper team were stationed in the North and Charlie and Delta were moving in from the East & West. An entire storm trooper army was stationed just outside the Yellow Jackers radar about 2 clicks south, about 2k strong in the FOB* “There he is…” Eric, alert and hyperviligant, whispered. “The queen bee himself, range?” Harry asked “400 yards” Eric whispered. “Fuck man I cant make that shot!” Harry said setting down his rifle. “This is way different then COD bro, we got wind and drop to factor in” Eric whipped out a compass and wind navigator and ran the numbers. “Shoot 8 inches to the left and 5 inches above your target” Eric said to Harry. “Seriously?” Harry spat incredoulous. “Dead serious, simple calculus my friend, x is always moving” Whispered Eric. He watched through his spotters lens as the Queen Bee drank some hot liquid on the roof. “All units prepare for execute, on my mark, fire fire fire……” Erics words were muffled by thunderous crack of lightning. “WEAPONS FREE!” Eric yelled into his throat mike. Infantry units on dirt bikes, ATV’s, and trucks with .50 came barreling from all units and entire buses full of grunts began to appear on the horizon. The siege lasted 45 min. Multiple units began to engage the Yellow Jackets on the 1-4 floors of the school. Tear gas and smoke filled the courtyards. The ill prepared YJ did not stand a chance against riot gear and gas. Many young militants fell in the first few minutes. Medics were dispatched to patch up the wounded. Enemies were captured and rounded up in a make shift camp. After the intial stages of the invasion, the battle was over. A white flag was shown from the Gym of the school which served as HQ. The Gym was full to the brim with over 1,500 kids. “Cease fire!” Harry commanded over his mike. “Infantry, secure the perimeter, Flood the tunnels and seal the gates. No one in or out. Process all citizens of the YJ colony and get medical teams to triage the survivors.” Eric barked into his mike. “Sniper teams, your on overwatch duty, if you see a weapon in the hands of the enemy, terminate them” CRACK Harry slumped over. His face hit the cold ground with a sickening thud. Everything happened in slow motion. Eric’s initial assement assumed his wound was fatal. Crawling over, he deduced that the round had grazed his ear and rendered him unconscious. “FUCK EVAC ON MY POSITION NOW! I need artillery on that roof now! Mobile units, put suppressive fire on those banisters! SOMEBODY PUT A FUCKING BIRD IN THE SKY!”

[my-ownbestfriend]

10-29-2019 (1)

I'm leaving for California in a day.

Three days ago I tripped on LSD.

It was the first time in I believe 5 years. (This is one I'm not the most excited to tell Maddie.) I had a great time, I remembered why I used to fry my brain multiple times a week off the shit. It was only bad then because of the stimulants I'd use to stay awake in-between doses. My hallcuinations lasted a year after no use.

It makes the genius parts of my brain more easy to access. It was Tiara's birthday, a friend of 8 years. I'd pulled two massive shifts beforehand and nearly bailed, but had the feeling that a lot of other people were doing the same. I wanted to show up for her, so I did. I stopped Downtown before heading over South, picking up a case of Corona and limes at Target as a housewarming gift. When I arrived Tiara was fussing over her make-up and halloween blood, yelling at her boyfriend Brian to take a shower. We drank, listened to music, and waited for her other friends to show up before taking off.

Before leaving I was offered X, and/or acid. I thought to myself "I can half dose a sheet of acid and be fine by the morning." it's not as if it was my first rodeo. It had just been a while. They told me it was liquid form. I was handed it on a sour patch kid which I only ate half of in the first 30 minutes. I ate the rest before we left. It kicked in during the car ride there. And so did my suspicions. Brian had made a comment earlier about how simply, he was gonna bone Tiara that night. He was getting her warmed up in the back seat. She was in the middle, I was to her right, Brian to her left with his hand underneath her. He was also touching my thigh at the same time, not sure if he meant to, it was dark in there. I'd be in the middle of talking to Tiara and then suddenly she'd be distracted by him playing with her pussy. It was hot honestly. I was turned on. I didn't even mind. My acid just had me in love with the moment. It was her birthday, go her. The lights Downtown gave me something else to focus on.

When we got there it didn't take long for me to remember why I can't stand Skyway Theatre. As I said previously, it's something my people should have otugrown by now. Granted we were there earlier than normal, I couldn't help but grumble to mysef about how lame I thought it was. I still nodded my head to the beats.

Tiara tried to show me a text and ask my opinion about her response. I couldn't read a thing. The words swirled on her screen and I pretended as if I understood. Tiara told me this girl texting her was someone that her and Brian fucked together. It made me feel strange. I'd never known Tiara to be the type of woman to fuck another with her man. Every queer girl I know has a thing for her, and I, knowing her for so long developed a sibling like relationship with her. I protected her from people who couldn't take a hint, and now I wasn't sure if she was dropping one my way.

The second I heard a dubstep remix of a Shawn Mendes song I darted to the smoking area. The social spot which turned into a middle school reunion from hell. I saw an ex, friends that aren't fond of me anymore, ones that are obsessed with blow and nothing else. I saw a girl I hadn't seen since 5th grade and she was particualrly annoying. During the peak of my acid trip, I saw a girl I was romatincally involved with- Jodi. She made a big deal out of it, I was more handsy with her than I should've been, she didn't mind. When she realized I was tripping, she made it a point to block off a corner with a trash can and keep me safe in it for the moment. We talked about how small of it world it was.

"I know. I've traveled the whole globe and yet here I am again at Skyway Theatre, Minneapolis."

I confided in her about my fear that Brian and Tiara were trying to lure me into a threesome.

"Man, it's like can't bisexuals ever just be homies?" she laughed with pity.

"You UNDERSTAND ME!" I buried my head in her chest and she patted it.

When I made my way back inside I found Brian and the gang. Brian had hand-held fans and I was absolutely living for the air he started to cool me down with. We may have been having too much of a moment. I saw Tiara glare across the room at me with anger, jealousy.

I had a few thoughts, my first was that he needed to be giving Tiara the attention he was giving me. Especially since it was her birthday. The other was that, there's no way Tiara is okay with fucking other women. She has to be doing it to keep him happy. She appoached me with the intensity of a wildcat.

"He's the Fan-King isn't he. That's why I bought him the fans. He's so tall strong, he can fan the whole room." she said, nose to nose with me, almost a threat.

I laughed. She continued to try and dance in a sexy way on him, right next to me. Everyones energy was palpable. He knew he was feeling me too much. I didn't want to be the one that made Tiara insecure. I never thought that could even be a possibility in the first place. It all was very intense and I needed to make my way out of there. They asked me to stay the night with them, and I promised (though I appreciated their concern) I could make my way home safely. I was focused on the fact that I had to open my store in T-Minus 8 hours. I needed food and rest.

After bumbling around lobbies, every door I found was locked and the bar nextdoor had just closed their kitchen. I found a security guard and asked,

"Hey, if I need to get the fuck out of here, how do I do that?" he pointed to a door I hadn't seen before.

I was free. I made my way to the Depot, a restaurant connected to First Avenue. I was called "babe" by a waitress and was reminded of my mommy issues. She gave me hydration and honey mustard chicken wings. I couldn't finish them all and tried calling a few friends to get me, help me finish the wings and take me home. Everyone was asleep. I spent good money on a lyft home. Luckily I wasn't locked out. (unsure where my keys are at the moment) I wish i didn't have to work the next day, I wanted to make the most of the acid. I was having brilliant thoughts that I couldn't turn off until 3 AM, waking up at 7:30 thereafter.

Here I am now thinking that I can see myself dosing again. Not making a habit out of it, but is that even possible with me? ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[thelioncourts]

Glad to Meet You, Angeles by marrieddorks

Chapter 2

Some mornings could only be described as perfect, and the next morning was just that.

Jared woke up, eyes groggy but well-rested, to see Jensen just centimeters from his face.  They were still in the same position they had fallen asleep in, noses brushing, hands intertwined, and legs raveled in a mess of sheets.  Moving his head back just far enough so he didn’t have to look cross-eyed, Jared took in the picture in front of him, an impossible-to-stop smile slowly taking over his face.  Jensen was still asleep, cobweb eyelashes fanned on the apples of his cheeks. The window in their bedroom faced the east where the sun rose and it casted that blushing mix of orange, pink, and pale yellow light on everything, including the natural gold hidden in Jensen’s ever-darkening hair and the constellations of cinnamon freckles all over his body.  He looked like a dream come true and Jared supposed that, in a way, he was.

Gently untangling their hands, Jared did the best he could to slip out of bed unnoticed.  His legs were stiff for the first few steps, but they slowly loosened as he made it to the kitchen.  The coffee pot sat on a DIY coffee bar Jared had made Jensen for his birthday, the first one he had celebrated in L.A.  The coffee bar was modest, an old nightstand that Jared refurbished, stained, and topped with a slab of granite countertop.  It was simple, sure, but Jensen loved it and he had used it as inspiration for Jared’s birthday just a few months later, fixing up an entertainment center for their television and video games.

Changing out the coffee filters, Jared got a fresh pot brewing.  The aroma was almost instantly in the air and even Jared, the non-coffee-addicted one, couldn’t stop himself from inhaling with a happy sigh.  The cabinet to the right of the stove had all the cups and Jared reached up, plucking two plain white mugs from the shelf inside.  As he went to go back to the coffee bar, though, his eye caught sight of two shiny wrappers snug in a corner of the counter. He walked, bare feet padding quietly on the faux wood floor, and picked them up.  They were the fortune cookies forgotten from last night, and Jared grinned.

The coffee pot beeped a few minutes later, signifying its completion, and Jared poured the steaming liquid in the two cups. He set Jensen’s aside so he could grab the sugar and creamer.  It wasn’t coffee, not to Jared anyway, unless there were three spoonfuls of sugar and a hefty amount of hazelnut coffee creamer.  He carried the mugs back to the bedroom, one in each hand and the cookies in the crook of his elbow.  

Jensen was still asleep, but his body had moved, now angled toward the warmth Jared had left behind.  Once again, Jared found himself smiling uncontrollably.  It was easy to maneuver to Jensen’s nightstand and set the coffee cups on it with a soft clunk.  Only a second passed before Jensen began to shift, his senses immediately awakening to the smell of coffee.  Jared stood back and watched.  He knew Jensen’s wake-up routine so well, yet it never ceased to be one of his favorite parts of the day.  Just like Jensen was doing right now, he would flip from his stomach to his back, the pillow he’d been hugging coming precariously close to falling off the edge of the bed.  He’d then stretch out both arms, sometimes smacking Jared in the face if Jared was still asleep, then allow his right arm to fall across his eyes.  There’d be a few grunts and groans that followed, sometimes some incoherent mumbling, before he’d finally start to blink the sleep away. The next part was Jared’s favorite though because Jensen would sit up, lips in a pout that made him look five-years-old.  His hair would be in a disheveled array of tufts and, at this point, he’d usually stumble into the kitchen, a whine for coffee clawing its way from his throat like a dog whining for a treat.  Right now, Jensen’s eyes found Jared standing above him and he squinted sleepily up at him before that whine occurred.  Jared couldn’t not laugh; Jensen was absolutely pitiful in the morning.  

“Your coffee’s right there, babe,” Jared said. He spoke slowly and even pointed at the white cup.  It was like dealing with a child.  Jensen turned his head and caught sight of the steaming black liquid.  

If Jared had to be jealous of anything, it was coffee.  He’d never seen Jensen look at anyone or anything so heated or heard him moan so appreciatively – okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but his love of the drink was concerning.  As Jensen took his first sip, he moaned just as pornographically as expected and Jared cocked an eyebrow, smile still firmly in place, before he grabbed his own cup and sat on the edge of the bed, right by Jensen’s side.  It was silent, just like most mornings.  Jensen didn't talk before he’d had at least one full cup and Jared enjoyed their peace.  

Jared gulped his own drink, his eyes never leaving Jensen.  Jensen was vulnerable in the morning in a way he almost never allowed himself to be at any other time.  He watched as Jensen’s fingers curled around the mug, digits overlapping to savor the warmth seeping into his palms. When the coffee was about halfway gone, Jared saw the line of Jensen’s shoulders visibly relax.  “Morning,” Jared said, now having the other’s conscious attention, and Jensen smiled softly in return.  Leaning forward, Jared pressed a coffee-warmed kiss to Jensen’s temple.  

It was only a few minutes later that the mug was empty and Jensen looked at Jared and breathed, “Thank you.”  

“Well, I know you’re useless without caffeine in your system and I need you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed if we’re going to discuss the future.”  He wiggled his fingers almost spirit finger-like and spoke the last two words dramatically, like a narrator of a movie trailer.  Jensen just stared.

“Two things I’ll never be is bright-eyed or bushy-tailed and it’s too early for whatever-the-hell you already have planned,” Jensen grumbled, the peace of their morning already a thing of the past. He threw his legs over the side of the bed as he stood up, moving toward the kitchen for more coffee.  Jared followed with an amused sigh and Jensen was already at the coffee bar, sleep pants too low on his hips and a second cup of coffee being poured.  “Now what’s this about the future?” Jensen asked with a deadpan.  

Jared grinned, dimples out, as he held the two fortune cookies between his thumb and pointer finger.  “I found these while I was making coffee earlier.”  Jensen merely sipped his drink and leaned against the coffee bar, body held up by his hand resting on the surface of it.

“How do I know that the one you’re going to give me is really my fortune?  How do I know you didn’t mix them up?”  

“You’re going to open it and you’re going to like it,” Jared demanded with a laugh, tossing one of the plastic-wrapped words of wisdom to Jensen.  Jensen caught it, barely, and opened the crinkling wrapper the same as Jared.  “On the count of three we’ll crack ‘em open.”

“Is this necessary?” Jensen asked rhetorically and Jared ignored him.

“One, two, three!”  Just a second later they were both pulling out the slim strips of paper and bringing them to their eyes.  Jensen was squinting, his glasses still in the bedroom, and Jared smiled as he read his own.  “Mine says, ‘Success lies in the hands of those who want it.’  I like it.”  He really liked it, actually.

Jensen, however, smirked and cleared his throat before speaking.  “Well mine says, ‘A man with blue eyes has a surprise for you,’ so if you really want to take them to heart…”

“What?  Give me that.”  Jared moved forward and took the paper from Jensen’s hand, reading over it quickly, mouth moving with the words.  “Holy shit, it really does.”  There was a pause.  “Well, your fortune is stupid.  Blue eyes,” he scoffed.

“Oh, so mine is stupid, but yours isn’t?” had come with Jensen’s first real smile of the morning.

“No, mine is positive and encouraging and all ‘this is your fate,’” Jared said, moving back to where he had been standing. “Yours just sounds dumb.  You got a defective fortune cookie.”

“I think you’re jealous,” Jensen responded, eyes twinkling with the tease.

“Yeah, a little,” Jared laughed.

“Lucky for you,” Jensen started, setting his coffee cup down so he could push himself from the coffee bar and make his way over to where Jared stood, “I’ve never really been a blue-eyed kind of guy.”

“Oh yeah?”  Jared smiled wider.  If he smiled any bigger his cheeks were going to crack and that became a serious concern when Jensen wrapped his hands around Jared’s slim hips, holding Jared just as reverently as he held his coffee earlier, and shoved Jared against the counter’s edge.

His answer to Jared’s question was the way his lips found the edge of Jared’s jaw and his body tucked against Jared’s so they were touching everywhere.  With a soft groan Jared allowed his head to fall all the way back, exposing the tanned and long column of his throat.  Having his neck bared let Jensen nudge Jared’s chin with the top of his head as he mouthed at the hollow right where Jared’s chest began.  Already feeling weak in his knees, Jared moved his hands to the counter’s surface, fingers white-knuckled and eyelashes fluttering. Jensen moved to the junction of Jared’s neck and shoulder, worrying the skin there with his teeth and soothing it with a flick of his tongue and a soft press of his lips.  All of the sensations made Jared hiss.

“Jensen,” he managed to choke out.  One big hand moved up to bury itself in the soft hair at Jensen’s nape, holding him in place.  He could feel Jensen’s smile against his taut skin before those teeth, devilish in their task, nipped at the bottom of his chin.  There was no stopping the gasp that he would later deny when Jensen found his collarbone after licking down his throat.  The skin there was paper-thin and Jared felt everything as those lips feathered across it before sucking and causing blood to rise to the surface.  “Jensen, Jensen,” he choked out again, but this time he was pushing away that wandering mouth.

“Wha’?” Jensen breathed after he detached himself. Those lips, which had just been pressed all over Jared, were red, swollen, and parted so slightly. Jared could see with the way Jensen’s own chest was moving up and down that he was just as worked up as Jared already and that made him have to use every ounce of his willpower to suppress another groan.

“I need you to stop,” he said, long fingers wrapping around Jensen’s wrists.

“Why?”

“Because I’m calling Mark Pellegrino today and if he wants the meeting anytime this week, I don’t want to go in covered in hickeys.”  Jared tried to keep his tone light, but there was a seriousness in the air the very second the sentence left his mouth.  He was rubbing gentle circles on the soft skin inside Jensen’s wrists, but he didn’t miss the familiar sight of the tick in Jensen’s jaw before a mask, one Jared thought he’d seen more and more of as of late, fell into place over Jensen’s beautiful face.  “Don’t be like that,” Jared begged the moment he saw it.  Using his height as an advantage, he twisted Jensen around, switching their positions so Jensen was the one pressed against the counter. “Once I get a good role and I’m not auditioning all the time, you can do whatever you want to me and I’ll have an entire makeup department to cover-up your dirty work.”  He ducked his head down, mouth finding the lobe of Jensen’s ear as he whispered, “But right now you’re the only one allowed to get marked all to hell.”

“Nope,” Jensen immediately protested.  This time it was his hands that found Jared, pushing him away and moving from the counter.  “If I can’t, you can’t.”

“Are you serious?” Jared asked, flabbergasted.

“Yep,” was Jensen’s flippant reply and he started back for the bedroom.  “I’m going to shower.”

Jared tried to call after him, but the door slammed, cutting him off.

Some mornings could only be described as perfect; others could be described as almost perfect and maybe that was a better summarization.

Jared had made the right call though.  True to what he had said earlier, he really did call Mark Pellegrino.  Jensen had gotten ready and left for work without so much as one word, slipping out the door while Jared was in the shower, and Jared had driven to work chewing on the inside of his cheek.  He had meant to call Mark on his first break, but he spent the time pacing the back door stoop instead.  When lunchtime rolled around he had been talking to one of his co-workers, Andy, rambling and using his hands too much as he talked.

“Yeah, I’m supposed to be calling this new agent -- well, possible agent -- and I can’t get myself to do it.”

Andy was a struggling artist too and the look he gave Jared, a cigarette out the left corner of his mouth and a judgemental eyebrow raised, was a quick indication on how he felt about the whole thing.  “You bitch and moan about your current agent and have the chance to get a new one, maybe one that doesn’t sit on her ass all day, and you’re not going to do anything about it?  Might as well pack your bags and head back to Texas.”  Andy was always cynical, but he had a point.  With fifteen minutes left in his lunch break, Jared let out one last sigh, exhaling his nerves and the shakiness of voice, before copying the shiny black numbers on Mark Pellegrino’s card into his phone.  It rang twice before it was picked up.  The woman on the other end sounded practiced.  “This is Mark Pellegrino’s office at United Agency. How can I help you?”  

“Hi, um,” Jared started, free arm moving so he could tug at the collar of his uniformed white button-down shirt. “My name is Jared and –”

“Last name, please.”

“Right, right, I’m sorry.  My name is Jared Padalecki.  I met Mr. Pellegrino four days ago at an open-call audition.  He gave me his card.”  

“Yes, he was expecting your call.”  Jared’s heart beat faster.

“He was?”  

“Yes.  Would you like to make an appointment to meet with him?  Several things need to be discussed before any other steps can be taken.”

“That would be awesome!  Amazing, actually.”  

“Yes, it’s all very exciting.”  There was a pause.  “He has an opening on Thursday at 1:45 in the afternoon.”

Jared gnawed at his bottom lip.  “I have work during that time.  Does he have any later times available?”

“I can pencil you in for the twenty-second of May at 5:00.”

“May twenty-second?” Jared asked incredulously, the free hand that was earlier tugging at his collar now tangled in his hair. “That’s almost a month away.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Paladecki, but Mr. Pellegrino is a busy man.”  

Jared could hear the woman’s patience wearing thin and he sighed, quietly and defeated, before he said, “This Thursday is perfect.”

“Wonderful.  Would you like directions to our office?”

“No thank you.  I-I know where it is.”

“We will see you Thursday at 1:45 then.  Go to one of the girls on the main floor and they will assist you once you arrive.  Have a nice day, Mr. Paladecki.”

It wasn’t hard to find someone to cover his shift for Thursday.  It was hard to think of missing his paycheck for that day.  

Nevertheless, three days later he was standing outside the United Agency building, one of the taller buildings in downtown Los Angeles. Jensen had helped him pick out his outfit, making their measly collection of clothes somehow work.  He looked presentable at the very least with his khaki pants that Jensen made him buy last year, a white button-down that was suspiciously identical as the one he wore to work, a navy-blue blazer that Jensen cherished, and brown Brogues that would be going back to the store by the weekend.  The accessories were minimal, consisting of only a watch, but the real accessory was the thing held in Jared’s sweating right palm and keeping him standing as he stared at the intimidating exterior of United’s main building.

Clutched tightly in his fingers was the thin-stripped fortune cookie from the other morning.  Was it dumb to bring it?  Most definitely.  Did Jared care?  Not really. Because this fragile piece of paper was an anchor, one that was keeping his emotions from bubbling over.  This meeting could very well be the start of a big change in his life and he wasn’t about to let the one thing that had been replaying in his mind go. Words, even clichés, had a power far stronger than many realized.

Success lies in the hands of those who want it.  

Jared was knocked out of his stupor by a rushed man bumping into him on the sidewalk (“Watch it, asshole!” the guy had screamed at Jared’s stagnant figure.) and it was honestly a blessing because one quick look at his watch let him know that he needed to get inside and figure out where exactly in this god-forsaken building were his dreams being held. With one last breath of the smoggy L.A. air, he strode in through the front doors of United with as much confidence as he could muster.  “You’ve got this.”

Thirty seconds earlier, Jared would have told you that the experience that intimidated him the most was going to his first real audition.  One step through United’s doors had him singing a much a different tune.  

Everything shimmered.  It wasn’t simply the charcoal gray floors, sleek and spotless and full of crystals ingrained in the granite slabs.  It wasn’t simply the multitude of front desks, all painted red and polished and topped with the same material as the floor.  It wasn’t simply the stone covered walls that made the acoustics amazing, alerting Jared that somewhere in the building was a waterfall or a fountain. It wasn’t simply the bright, movie-star lights lining the ceiling, shining off of the mirror-like surfaces all around.  It wasn’t simply the receptionists sitting at each red desk, young, beautiful girls with identical high ponytails, sparkling earrings, red lips, shadowed eyes, and blinding smiles accompanied by honey-sweet voices.  It wasn’t simply the music pumping from the speakers, the best and biggest hits of the day.  It wasn’t simply the men and women in the highest of fashion, sauntering in and out of office doors and elevators.  It was all of that combined and Jared shifted on his feet.  

It required one more deep breath before Jared could force one foot to go in front of the other, but he was soon on a pathway to one of the open receptionists’ desks.  The girl in the seat looked just like the others - bleached blonde hair, tan, flawless makeup and skin, and a smile so white Jared became too aware of his own, no doubt, coffee-stained ones.  

She didn’t immediately look up when he approached and he waited a second before speaking.  “Hi,” he finally said, forcing his best dimpled smile to fall in place as he shoved his hands in his pockets.  The girl, Tracy according to the desk plaque, turned her brown eyes on him as well as her white teeth.  Jared noticed a mole by the corner of her left eye though and it made him suppress a grin; at least something was distinct from the rest.  

“Welcome to United!  How can I help you?” she asked in a cotton-candy tone.  It was overly practiced, almost robotic, and Jared felt his own smile falter for a split second.  

“I’m Jared...Padalecki.  I’m supposed to meet with Mr. Pellegrino today.”

“Yes, of course!” Tracy said, manicured fingers typing quickly on the keyboard.  “One moment please!”  She hopped out of her chair, four-inch beige heels clacking on the hard floor as she bounced to another desk to flip through a pile of black United Folders.  Plucking one from the back of the pile she soon returned and shimmied into her chair.  “His office is on the forty-sixth floor.  Give this,” she said, sliding the folder across the granite into his awaiting hands, “to his receptionist, Alaina, and she will get you in to see him as soon as possible!”

Her attention immediately fell back to her computer screen the moment she finished speaking and Jared stood there, dazed, for just a minute before walking toward the elevators with wide-eyes.  One elevator was just opening as he stepped up and as soon as it had cleared, he jumped on.

Jared wasn’t a fan of cramped spaces, if he were being completely honest, and a huge, suspended, metal box was infinitely worse than most crowded spaces.  If he were to make a guess as to why they bothered him so much, he would say his height definitely played into it.  It usually never bothered him, the stares and the constant “How tall are you?” questions, but when everyone was pressed in tight and most only came to your shoulders, it was hard not to feel like a giant, to feel a little out of place.

According to the buttons on the elevator, there were fifty-five floors total and there were around twenty or so people inside. Jared spent his time distracting himself by categorizing the people.  By the time he got to the forty-sixth floor he had deduced this: there were three types of people in the elevator and they were the bosses, the workers, and wannabe-actors.  The bosses were easy to find.  They were the only ones that looked calm, standing with their heads tall and their outfits were undoubtedly nicer.  He was sure he mixed up a few of the workers and actors, but he knew he had most of them right.  The workers were the assistants, carrying large stacks of papers and carriers full of coffees.  The actors were exactly like him.  They were fiddling with the hems of their shirts or dresses, exuding nervousness and eyeing some of the assistants’ coffees with too much interest.  

Jared was so caught up in people-watching that he almost missed his floor.  The door chimed and opened for what had to be the dozenth time and Jared found himself getting ready to watch whoever walked out.  When no one moved and the doors began to slide closed, Jared’s eyes flicked up to stare at the red number indicating the floor and he let out a little sound of surprise, hand jutting out to stop the doors from closing all the way.

“Sorry,” he apologized quickly.  It was then that he also realized that there had only been one other person left on the elevator with him.  Jared only caught a glimpse of the man as the doors were shutting, but that one glimpse was enough.  It was enough to notice the impeccable state of the navy blue, three-piece suit the man was wearing, the distinguished look his graying hair gave him, and the power he held that was silently spoken by his steel eyes hidden behind black frames. There wasn’t time to dwell on the unreadable man though.  Jared was on the forty-sixth floor.

The desk up here was identical to the ones forty-five floors below, but the woman was different.  Fiery red hair fell in lava-like rivers, framing her face and making her teal eyes pop.  The black lining her eyes was followed by the blend of glittering browns and her lips were as red as her hair.  Tracy had said her name was Alaina and, like Tracy, her nails were manicured, sharp and decorated, but something about her made him shiver.  

“Can I help you?” her voice cut sharply.  She never looked up from computer, her bright eyes trained straight ahead, and Jared couldn’t really be blamed when he stuttered.  

“Uhh, yes.  My name is Jared Pada –”

“I need your file.  Take a seat and Mr. Pellegrino will be with you shortly.” She gestured to a small gathering of armchairs, the same hand coming forward to grab the black folder from his hands.  It wasn’t hard to gather that this was the woman he had talked to on the phone earlier in the week; she had a penchant for cutting him off.  

The chairs she had pointed to were low and when Jared sat, his knees were nearly at his own eye-level.  That was only made even more awkward by the fact that his right leg couldn’t stop bouncing up and down.  Jared had always been one of those kids that never stopped moving, especially when nervous or excited.  Jensen had actually been the first person to point it out to him.  They had been eleven-years-old and in the same sixth grade class.  It was a test day (maybe science -- they had just started learning about volcanoes) and Jared had taken his seat next to Jensen.  Immediately his right leg had started to bounce, his jeans swishing, the noise only amplified by the tapping of his heel against the cheap linoleum floor.

“Dude,” Jensen had whispered, “stop moving.”

“What?” Jared had asked.  He hadn’t been paying attention, too busy reading over his messily scrawled notes which mostly consisted of doodles of stars and his own name in fancy swirls.

“Your leg.  It always does that before we have a test.  It’s not that bad,” Jensen had smiled just slightly.

“No, it doesn’t,” Jared had protested.  

“Yes, it does!”

“No, it doesn’t!”

“Yes, it does!  I think I would know, Jay.  You do it whenever you’re nervous.  You do it before tests, before your dumb plays, and even before those nerdy mathlete competitions you do.”

After that, Jared had always been self-aware of his bouncing legs, tapping fingers, and twitching jaw.  It had only worsened when he hit puberty and his legs were suddenly the longest, most uncontrollable (well, second most uncontrollable) part of his body.  

“Jared!” a voice let out suddenly and enthusiastically. Jared’s head jolted up to find none other than Mark Pellegrino standing a few feet in front of him.  

Mark was about Jensen’s height, maybe a hair shorter, and narrow, both in his shoulders and waist.  He eyes were a little too close together and his dark blond hair was styled messily.  Jared stood up quickly, hands smoothing at his pants and shirt before he reached out to shake Mark’s own awaiting hands.  

“Mr. Pellegrino,” Jared started and he was internally proud of how strong his voice had sounded.

“Please, call me Mark.  Mr. Pellegrino is too formal, especially for such a celebration as this.”  Mark, too, had a blindingly white smile, one that was only outshone by his diamond studded cufflinks.  

“I haven’t signed anything yet,” Jared joked nervously, following the man into his office.  Once inside, however, every joke, every word he may have had on the tip of his tongue, vanished.  

When looking up information on Los Angeles, especially if one is looking up anything about moving to Los Angeles, every place promises that “L.A. view.”  They promise the view where one can see the entire city dancing below, the view where the lights shine so bright and utterly surround you, making one feel like, while they’re there, they’re as big as the universe; that they’re unstoppable and they’ve finally made it to the top of the world.  The view from Jensen and Jared’s apartment was anything but the coveted L.A. view and that, sadly, was the fate of most.  But right now, Jared was getting that view and it felt just as good as he always thought it would.  

“Amazing, isn’t it?”

Jared tore his gaze away from the bay window to look at Mark who was standing just behind him, thumbs hooked into the pockets of his gray suit pants.  His suit was a tad more casual than the mysterious man Jared had seen on the elevator, but the material and quality of it all was more than enough of a hint that it had to cost more than every item in Jared’s closet combined.

“It is,” Jared breathed, eyes going back to the window.  

“Take a seat,” Mark said after a beat of silence, gesturing to one of the two large cushioned chairs in front of his mahogany desk. They were gray, much like the rest of the building, and just like the floors, there were sparkles shimmering throughout the fabric.  Jared fell into one of them and it almost felt too soft, too comfortable, for how much his stomach was currently in knots.  “So,” Mark began as he moved behind his desk, continuing to stand.  He fixed Jared with an intense gaze.  “I was surprised you called.”

“Really?” Jared asked, unable to keep the disbelief out of his voice.

“Absolutely!  I was sure your manager would’ve kept a tighter leash on you.  Managers are always pretty good at keeping their most talented as close to them as possible,” Mark said.

“I haven’t exactly told her about this yet. Any of this,” Jared admitted sheepishly.

“What?” Mark asked, sounding utterly flabbergasted. “Why not?”

Jared could feel the words there, begging to come out, to confess every ounce of nervousness, fear, and even guilt about abandoning his agent, all ready to spill out.  

Mark watched as Jared shifted nervously and he quirked an eyebrow.  “It’s totally normal to feel nervous.  Hell, it’s totally normal to even feel downright scared about all this.  But that’s why I’m here, Jared.  I’m here to deal with all the scary, technical stuff and to make this as easy for you as possible so you can grace Los Angeles, so you can grace the entire world, with the talent I saw in you.”  

“Mark,” Jared breathed, “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful or stupid even.”  He stopped for a second, eyes finding a spot on the floor.  “But there’s so much talent out there.  I mean,” he laughed, the sound lacking humor, “it’s Hollywood! Why me?”

“Starting with the easy questions, aren’t you?” Mark grinned.  “You’re right, Jared, there’s a lot of talent out here in Hollywood.  Believe me, I’ve seen it.  But as a talent manager, my job is to find the best and to find someone that I can market to the rest of the world.  You’ve got all of that!”  Mark sat down in his black leather chair.  “I go to those mass auditions all the time, hoping to find someone that stands out from the rest.  It’s been a long time since I’ve found anyone too.  But I watched your audition and you blew me away in less than three minutes. That is talent, my friend.”  

Jared was certain he gaped for several seconds, mouth opening and closing on its own accord, like a fish out of water, which is what he’d felt like since he walked in.  No set of words did enough justice for the feelings and thoughts that were running in his mind and Jared was suddenly caught wondering, ever so briefly, if this was the feeling Jensen explained to him once.  The feeling of hesitation, of not knowing what to say, of not having the confidence to say it.  

“Now,” Mark said, drawing Jared out of his dazed reverie and back into reality, “what else do you have to ask me?  I’m here and I’ve got all the answers.”  Sliding his chair forward, Mark rested his clasped hands on the desk and looked at Jared square-on.  There was a confident grin on his face.  

Jared swallowed hard before finding his voice. “I have so many questions,” he admitted, “and I doubt you want to answer them all or can even answer them all right now.”  

“But…?” Mark prompted, leaning back in his chair.

“But I guess the biggest question I want, I need answered, is if doing this, coming to United, will get me what I want.”  The moment the words left Jared’s mouth he felt stupid, but Mark only grinned wider, the smile starting slow before he leaned across the desk as if he was going to tell Jared a secret.  

“If you were anywhere else and they told you they could get you what you want, I’d tell you they were lying.  But you’re here.  United is the one agency that can guarantee that, Jared.  Why do you think we’re so sought out?  We’ve got the best connections, the best reputation, out there.”

“I know,” Jared said, feeling at least one knot in his stomach loosen.  “That’s why I still can’t believe you want me here.”

“Well, I do.  And everyone else will too once you get your first gig.  And,” Mark announced as he swiveled in his chair toward his computer screen, “that’s what we need to talk about right now.”  With a few clicks of the mouse, he pulled up several files on his computer and tilted the screen in Jared’s direction, allowing him to see the five separate windows.  “See these?  These are all auditions I’m going to get you to.  If you want them, that is.”  

Jared’s eyes roamed over the files.  All five were for movie roles.  One was from a director Jared had never heard of and two were from directors he had heard of, but was indifferent of their work.  The remaining ones, however, were names Jared recognized right off the bat.  

“Dennis Dugan and Robert Benton?” he asked incredulously, eyes unable to move from the screen.  Robert Benton hadn’t directed anything in some time, but he did write the screenplay for the original Superman movie and directed a movie starring Anthony Hopkins.  Dennis Dugan was a comedy director, famous for works like Happy Gilmore and that new Grown Ups series.  

“That’s correct.  And Benton is a Texas man like yourself.  That could win you some bonus points,” Mark winked.  

“And you can seriously get me all these auditions?”

“It’s only a matter of getting a reel put together of your past works, getting a new headshot and resume, and sending all that to the casting directors.  From there they’ll choose who gets an audition time, who doesn’t, but I’m not worried about any of that.  Once they see your tape and see United’s stamp on your papers, there won’t be any issues. These people know United only sends the best,” Mark explained.  

Jared let all the information sink in, though most of it was old news, before speaking again.  “So...if I get these auditions, I just go in and audition like normal?”

“That’s right, kiddo.  It’s as easy as one, two, three, and made even easier by me.”

Jared turned his attention back to the screen. It all sounded too easy, too straightforward, and yet Jared knew that it all made sense.  

“Now, here’s the deal, Jared,” Mark began slowly, garnering Jared’s attention after a moment.  “You don’t have to sign a damn thing right now.  I don’t need any money from, I don’t need any commitment.  Not yet.  All I need is your resume and headshot which,” he flourished Jared’s file, “is right here.  And, most importantly, I need you to be serious about this.  If you’re serious, there’s no way this won’t end up very good for you.”

“What about Marlene, my current manager? Aren’t there going to be any issues with that?”

“Well, that’s part of why we’re not doing any paperwork quite yet.  You see, Jared, if you don’t sign anything, there’s no money being made by me or the rest of the agency.  It’s extra security for you too if you either decide that United just isn’t for you or if - and this won’t happen - you don’t get any of the roles and want to stay with your current manager.  No paper-trail means that we can wait until you’re ready.”  He paused.  “Things will only begin to change if you get any of the roles and decide to take them. Because then you’ll have to sign on with us to keep that part.  But if you’re serious --”

“I am serious, Mark,” Jared interrupted, feeling the second knot in his stomach loosen.  “I’ll do whatever it takes.  I want this more than anything.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Mark exclaimed, quickly moving from behind his desk to where Jared was to clap him roughly on the shoulder.  Maneuvering so he was behind the chair, Mark leaned over, his face next to Jared’s own. With his right hand he gestured at the bay window, both their eyes scanning the tops of the buildings, the busy streets, and the Santa Monica Mountains at the edge of the horizon. “My gut is telling me you’re the best. And only the best can live high and mighty here.”

“Bet you say this to everyone,” Jared half-joked.      

“Jared,” Mark started and he sounded serious, “I know you could be one of the greats.  I really do.  I wouldn’t have found you, wouldn’t have asked you to come here if I didn’t think you were.  And if you go to these auditions and prove that to me and to everyone else, we’ll be on the right road to success.”

After that they set up a day next week for Jared to come in and go over the scripts.

“Don’t worry about the reel of your works, we have people here who can put that together.  You just rest up and be back in here next Friday.  I should have all the scripts by then and we’ll read through them, let you get a feel for your possible characters and their lines.  I really want to drill into the Benton one though.  I have a feeling that one’s going to be your lucky one,” Mark announced as he walked Jared out to the elevator.  

“Absolutely.”  Jared stuck out one hand and Mark grasped it firmly.  “Thank you, Mr. Pellegrino.  I can’t even begin to tell you –”

“Just wait until you’re on your first big movie set. Then you’ll really be speechless!” Mark laughed.  The elevator chimed and opened smoothly and Jared threw one last smile at Mark.  

“I’ll be here Friday,” he said, taking a step into the elevator and pressing the button for the ground floor.

“That’s what I like to hear!” came Mark’s exclamation just as the doors slid shut, causing his glistening smile to disappear. The moment it did, Jared slumped against the back wall.  That wasn’t the brightest idea though because just a moment later, the doors slid back open and six people got on.  Jared straightened himself as quickly as possible, but the grin threatening to break his face was maybe a bit manic.  He didn’t care though.  

As he strode out the front doors, waving a goodbye to Tracy, he almost pumped his fist in celebration.  He just got his foot in the door.  No, he went beyond just getting his foot in the door.  He just busted through the ceiling and he couldn’t be happier.  Most of all, he couldn’t wait to tell Jensen.  

*

“Two large coffees with no room, two soy lattes, a non-fat soy latte with caramel, a triple shot no foam latte, and an iced skinny macchiato with sugar-free syrup, an extra shot, light ice, and no whipped cream,” Jensen called out.  The seven drinks were in two drink carriers and he handed them to the frazzled looking girl who had to be an intern.  Her hair was frizzy, glasses skewed like Jensen’s got sometimes, and she had those permanent lines of worry by her mouth.  Jensen smiled sympathetically at her.

As she trudged out the door, hands full, Jensen was relieved to see that, for now, the rush was over.  A few stragglers came in, but they didn’t worry Jensen.  One thing he’d learned in his almost four years as a barista was that people that looked certain ways ordered certain coffees. It wasn’t always true, but it was a safe bet that if a man came in carrying a briefcase and wearing a suit they looked like they’d rather set on fire, they were most likely ordering a coffee. Sometimes they’d order one with a shot of espresso, but that was as crazy as they typically got.  

“I think we’ve got about twenty minutes until the next rush,” Ty said from Jensen’s side.  He was restocking their cups, lids, and sleeves (all made from recycled material) and there was a dash of chocolate syrup on his wrist.  

“Finally,” Jensen said with a sigh.  His voice was the slightest bit hoarse from yelling out orders all afternoon and he was looking forward to a few minutes of a break.

Naturally, Jared would call him right at this time.

He suppressed an outward groan and stared at the caller ID.  “Hey, Ty?” He held his phone up for the other man to see.  

“I can man the station for a minute,” Ty laughed, shoving Jensen towards the back and Jensen nodded at him gratefully before answering the call.

“Can you get off work early?” Jared asked immediately, sounding out of breath.

“Hi to you too,” Jensen said.  He put the phone between his cheek and shoulder, deciding that he could start getting some supplies together to take back up front.

“Hi!” Jared said and Jensen could hear the smile in his voice.  “Can you get off work early?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m excited and I had the most amazing meeting with Mark and I want to tell you all about it and I want to celebrate!” Jared rushed.

“Baby, can’t you just wait and tell me about it later?”

“Do you even know me?”

“Right,” Jensen laughed softly.  “It’s like I always forget that you lack patience.”

“You’d think you’d remember that by now.”

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?”

“So can you get off work early?” Jared asked again.

“How about since you’re already off for the day, you come in here and distract me from work?” Jensen suggested as he grabbed a bottle of vanilla flavoring.  

“But I want to celebrate,” Jared pouted and Jensen could just imagine him walking down the street to the car, bottom lip out and puppy-dog eyes set to maximum power.  

“We can save the celebrations for when Mark actually pulls through and you get a part.”

“Fine,” Jared continued to pout.  “I’ll be there in a few minutes.  And I want something with lots of whipped cream!”

“I’ll get right on that,” Jensen laughed.  They both hung up and Jensen gathered the group of supplies before walking back to the front.  

“Jared okay?” Ty asked.

“Oh yeah, he’s just overly excited.  He had that big meeting today,” Jensen smiled. “He’ll be here in a few minutes and he wants something with extra whipped cream.”

“Is sugar such a good thing for him when he’s already damn-near bouncing off the walls?” Ty asked, also smiling.  

“Definitely not.”  

Jensen helped Ty get a few of the other drinks together before starting on Jared’s white-girl, sugar-death drink.  It was a blended mocha with lots of whipped cream and chocolate and caramel dripping down the sides.  Jensen was certain it had to be at least 1,200 calories all on its own, but Jared could afford that.  He was in the midst of drizzling the caramel when the door chimed and Jared strode through, smile bigger than Jensen had seen it in quite a while. 

“Hey, Ty,” Jared greeted, shimmying by the small line of people who all threw him dirty looks as he went behind the counter.

“How’re you doing, Jared?” Ty asked.  

“Pretty damn good,” Jared said earnestly, arms curling around Jensen’s waist.  “And you?” he asked, nosing just behind Jensen’s ear and watching Ty grin, the other man’s eyes trained on Jensen’s face which, if Jared knew Jensen, was twisted in annoyance.

“I’m good!” Ty answered.  “Getting ready to watch Jensen kick your ass so probably even better than I was five minutes ago.”  

“You know you’re not supposed to be behind here,” Jensen said, hoping he sounded more serious than he felt.  

“You wouldn’t leave work so you’re going to have to deal with me doing this now,” Jared said.  He tightened his arms, making an ‘oof’ sound leave Jensen.  

“I guess you’re not getting your drink then,” Jensen tried to shrug.  

Jared’s arms immediately unwound and he reached around Jensen’s body for the cup.  “Gimme!”

“You’re a child,” Jensen laughed, turning to watch Jared hum happily around his straw for a moment.  “Are you happy now?”  Jared let out a little ‘mmhmm’ and Jensen moved to the register to start taking orders.

“When he starts bouncing, I’m leaving,” Ty joked.

“I’m going with you,” Jensen agreed.

“You two are mean,” Jared said when he took a break from practically inhaling his drink.  “I don’t know why I ever come visit.”

“Because you love me and Ty’s nice enough to put up with you,” Jensen supplied as an answer.  “Now tell me about your meeting with Mark and why it has you like,” he gestured to all of Jared, “this.”  

“Do you remember that time when we had first moved here and we thought we were walking into an employment office, but it was actually the Koxin and Morbrin Firm?”

“That was awful,” Jensen said, sliding a credit card. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt more out of place.”  

“Well take everything from that and amplify it by one hundred.”

“C’mon, it couldn’t have been that bad!  You wouldn’t be this excited if it had been that bad.”

“It wasn’t bad, it was just,” Jared paused to take a long drink, “so different than anything I’ve ever seen.  Marlene’s office is in her apartment.  You sit there and she has two cats that keep brushing up against your leg.  United owns that entire building and it’s one of the bigger buildings downtown.  Then, when you walk in, everything shines.  And there’s a waterfall.”

“A waterfall?”

“Or a fountain.  I didn’t actually see it, but I heard it and if it’s a fountain, it’s a loud fountain.”

“Should we get a waterfall in here?” Ty asked, eavesdropping as he put together some drinks.

“I don’t think there’s room to put a waterfall in here, Ty.”

“So how did the actual meeting go?” Jensen asked, trying to keep them all on topic.

“It was...unreal,” Jared admitted.  He stirred his straw around the melting whipped cream in his cup.  “He was nice and he listened to what I wanted and he told me how he can make those wants a reality for me.  He’s going to get me five auditions with some big names.”

“How’s he going to get you those auditions?”

“Sending in a reel of my work and my resume.  He said the moment they see United next to my name, they’ll want me to audition for them.”

“And what about the whole Marlene thing? How’s that all working out?”

“That’s part of the reason I didn’t sign any papers. No papers means no money and no paper-trail,” Jared explained.

“Oh yeah, that doesn’t sound shady at all,” Jensen mumbled loud enough for Jared to hear.  

“Jensen,” Jared sighed, shoulders dropping.

“You have to know that sounds bad!”

“He said a big part of it is for my own protection. It means I have no commitment to them yet, that this is just a test run to see if things work out.”

“And has he explained how he’s going to make it all work out if you actually do get a part with them?”

“Yes, Jensen, he explained everything and it all added up,” Jared said, moving toward Jensen.  The line for orders had disappeared, the people having moved to wait for their drinks, and Jared took the opportunity to stand in front of Jensen, forcing all of Jensen’s attention on himself.  “I have a sort-of good idea as to what I’m doing.  And this is a really big deal, Jensen.  It could change everything for us.”

Jensen could feel worry begin to eat away at him inside, but Jared’s face, open and honest and desperate, was enough to make him fight it all down.  Instead of continuing his game of twenty questions, he smiled softly and pulled Jared in for a hug.  “Have I told you recently that I’m crazy proud of you?” he asked.  Jared grinned down at him, so wide and bright, and Jensen couldn’t not kiss him.  “Also,” Jensen started as they separated, the corner of his mouths sticky with caramel, “I think we need to buy you one of these blazers.”

“Oh yeah?” Jared asked, waggling his eyebrows.

“Go to the back room if you’re going to do anything dirty,” Ty called to them and the sharp look they got from one of the few customers had them suppressing their laughs.  

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