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thejoeisthejoe · 3 years

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Death Surf - AU

Figured I’d post some good Joe mental torture fic... runs with my canon of sole survivor. If you read it could you leave a comment on what you liked? :) It helps me write more!

(This runs more with my sole survivor universe than the actual canon. I’m also not saying that Frank deserves to feel guilt over his brother AND Maryanne. I’m just saying XD It’d be interesting if he did….also running with the idea that Joe wasn’t ok after Sole Survivor and he’s done a lot of healing but even the best healing efforts can go awry when a big event happens.)

Their fight had left him feeling off… he couldn’t explain it and wasn’t sure he wanted to. If he did, he’d have to admit that he wasn’t as ok as he pretended to be after all that happened in Hong Kong. That had been six months ago and he sometimes still had nightmares.

If he did bring it up to himself or someone else he knew the answer he’d receive.. “Well siblings fight sometimes.” That was true for most siblings but he and Frank never really fought. His brother wasn’t easy to piss off and so much to his (extended efforts) despair he couldn’t get a rise out of Frank even when he tried.

This was the first time they’d ever really gotten into a fight with each other and he’d even started it. After all those years of trying to get a rise out of Frank, he finally did and regretted it. He didn’t feel accomplished or proud….he felt sick to his stomach.

He entered the hotel and went to the elevator to the fourth floor. He sighed frustrated as he tried to put the key into the door, his hands were shaking so bad he kept missing the key hole.

His mind kept bringing back the memories of Hong Kong and how he’d nearly lost his brother and father…. Had he lost Frank with the fight? He shook his head trying the key again, no that was ridiculous.

He took a deep breathing closing his eyes trying to calm down. He wasn’t going to lose his brother. It was just a silly fight over a dead girl…. That Frank really seemed to love and connect with. And there was nothing Joe could do to help or make him feel better. He leaned forward pressing his forehead against the door taking a shakey deep breath, he kicked the door frustrated.

“Your brother and father are dead.”

Her voice started to echo in his mind over and over again as his heart started to race. He needed to get into the hotel room and calm down. He didn’t want to experience another flash back. He couldn’t. Right now the thought of reliving that with what he was feeling now, he was scared of what would happen.

Joe finally managed to open the door and hurried in and over to his suitcase. He started to dig frantically looking for the medicine he knew he brought. He hated taking it but preferred it over a flashback. It would knock him out for a few hours but he could handle that.

The phone started to ring in between the beds and he sighed hurrying over to answer it. “Hello…?” He tried to sound stronger than he felt right now. “Y-Yes Mr. Weston. I’ll bring the papers down in a few minutes.”

He hung up and hung his head defeated for a few seconds. He couldn’t think properly and couldn’t think rationally. He hated this part of having anxiety. He was usually not …crazy like this.

“I’m sorry you had a fight with your brother before it happened. That’s just horrible you never got to make up.”

Why wouldn’t she shut up!? Why was she still in his head?! Tears blurred his eyes as he got up and went back over to the suitcase. He finally found the pill bottle and opened it, he shook out two not even thinking the general dose was one.

He took two at the beginning of all of this where the thought of his brother not being beside him shook him to the core of his being. He hurried into the bathroom, his hands shook as he filled up a glass of water.

His hands trembled as he took the pills and drank the water. He leaned on the sink coughing as he choked on a bit of it. “STOP! Leave me alone! F-Frank’s coming back!” He shouted hoping to stop the voice.

“You’re brother is never coming back, Joe. We’ve gone over this. Your father and your brother have been dead for almost a year.”

Joe backed away from the sink, his hands scrubbing at his eyes. He was sick of crying over things. He was sick of the anxiety. He hated all of it. “P-Please,” He begged. “Stop this…I can’t t-take anymore…”

His vision was already blurring as he stumbled out of the bathroom trying to get to the bed before it hit. His legs felt heavy, the room was swirling around him. He staggered to the bed he’d been sleeping in and tried to fall on it. He missed and fell to the floor curling up, he gave in and finally started to cry it all out. It didn’t last long as he fell into a drugged sleep.

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Frank walked down the hallway towards their hotel room already feeling a bit guilty for yelling at his brother. He wasn’t too worried though, Joe usually bounced back quickly. It had been six months since Hong Kong and he seemed to be doing a lot better. Still, his gut was telling him wasn’t right.

He unlocked the door and was surprised not to see Joe. “Joe?” He called out looking behind the door. His brother had looked exhausted before they’d parted ways and he had hoped his brother had come in to take a nap.

His eyes widened as he saw Joe’s suitcase on the ground and torn up. Frank hurried over to it, bending down to pick up the pill bottle. Joe hadn’t taken one of these in 6 months. “Joe?” He called again now worried. This medication literally knocked you off your feet. If Joe took one of these he’d be nearly unconscious within minutes. It’s why his brother hated taking them.

He walked into the bathroom but saw nothing but a half empty water glass. He turned around and then saw him. Joe was crumpled on the floor near his bed. “JOE?!” He ran over and kneeled down, out of habit he reached out to check his brother’s pulse. It was there but a bit slow. “Joe, talk to me…” He rolled his brother over onto his back and he gently lifted one of his brother’s eye lids. His brother was out.

Frank looks around the room unsure what to do. He needed Joe awake if only slightly so he could figure out what happened. He got up and ran into the bathroom coming back with a wet washcloth. He kneels back down and starts to wipe his brother’s face down. If nothing else it would wake his brother slightly. Joe hated the cold. “Come on, Joe. It’s Frank.”

Joe groaned a bit and Frank stood up and lifted his brother by his chest and pulled him to the bed. After a few seconds, Joe was on the bed on his back. Frank grabbed the pillows off of his own bed and stacked them behind his brother’s head. “Joe? Open your eyes…”

Frank waited before shaking his shoulder again. To his relief his brother opened his eyes slightly. “Joe, did you take the anxiety medicine?”

“D-Didn’t …w-want…flashback…” Joe replied his head rolling to the side.

Flash back? Frank sat on the edge of the bed nestling the covers around his brother. “You were having a flashback!? Why didn’t you tell me? We could have gotten back to the hotel faster or something.”

“Y-You were t-too busy…” Joe responded after a few seconds. His voice was slurred, the drug was working hard. He tried to smile at his brother but wasn’t able to. “G-Glad y-you came b-back…”

“Of course I came back?” Frank sighed, “What made you think I wouldn’t?” He didn’t know if it was flashback talking or what, but his brother sounded upset and relieved at the same time. However, he was more concerned that Joe had felt he couldn’t talk to him about what was going on …that he was too busy. Then he remembered their fight on the docks. If Joe was already having a bad day mentally then he was fighting a lot of bad thoughts running through his head. Their fight probably only made it worse.

#clue crew #fanfiction #hardy boys fanfiction #1970s hardy boys #sole survivor #death surf #joe hurt #hardy boys #my fics #speaking of death surf

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fablesrose · 4 years

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Of Kings and Shadows III

Chapter III

Pairings: Avengers x reader, Loki x reader (eventually)

Description: Y/n, a girl who seems to have found her calling. Being a SHIELD agent is like a dream come true. With a friendship starting to form with the Avengers, she’s the Queen of the world! What could go wrong?

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Warnings: None

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Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Eyes straight ahead.

You've trained for this.

You're ready for this.

Then why don't I feel that way.

"Is that y/n I see?!"

I recognized the voice, and it took a lot of effort not to snap my head to who it was, just to make sure it was who I thought it was.

I had to stay professional. In line with all the agents beside me. At attention with the best of the best, you had to be to get recruited. I still have a hard time believing that I'm here sometimes. Now especially.

Clint now stood in front of me, smiling like a boy. I allowed myself a small smile back, shooting him a wink to say I was happy to see him. He opened his mouth before hesitating. He gestured to my fellow agents at my side, "Okay everybody, let's get all set!"

At the same time we all released our perfect stances and got to work, the final prepping steps needing finalized. Clint grabbed me before I could get to work, not that I minded, I wanted to speak to him anyway.

"Y/n! I'm so glad you get to come with us!"

Before I could respond I felt a clap on the back, instinctively I readied myself in attention, scared of a commanding officer.

"Relax y/n, it's me." I let out a breath when Natasha stepped up beside Clint. "You won't be getting in trouble around us"

I smiled, but a thought struck me, "you... You guys don't seem that surprised to see me here..." Clint started to grin, "I mean, this is above my pay grade this soon of my being here"

Nat had a smirk that matched Clint's excitement in mischievousness.

Then it dawned on me, "you guys gave the recommendation..."

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"Agent l/n,"

I looked up from my desk full of paperwork to the agent asking for me.

"Yes?"

"Deputy Director Hill would like you in her office"

I froze. Was I in trouble? What did I do?

I managed to squeak out a "now?"

He nodded with what I hope was sympathy, "yeah, now."

The only thoughy that really consoled me was:

At least it's a girl, it's not Director Fury.

But my most prominent thought was:

I'm screwed

I knocked, and when told to, I walked in, stood at the center of the room. In my go to stance on the presence of a superior I finally spoke, "ma'am, you asked to see me?"

"Yes Agent l/n, I know it's short notice, but you've been selected to fill a slot in an important upcoming mission. We have a new..." She trailed off, trying to find the word. "We'll call it a program, a niche if you will, that your skills, I think, will fill in nicely."

She proceeded to hand me a file. I relaxed my position and started to go over the information in it, relieved I wasn't in trouble.

"Will you accept?"

I dragged my head up to look at her, finishing the sentence I was reading before finally looking hey I'm the eye, "yes, of course."

I looked over a little more of the information before adding a question of my own. "Ma'am, I -- out of curiosity, how did I get selected? I mean, isn't this big of a mission fall outside of my qualifications?"

She smiled, which I didn't think she was capable of honestly, and said, "well normally yes, but in this instance you were requested. And they backed up their petition with your recorded skill set, so I thought I'd try you out."

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I groaned, closing my eyes, "I don't know if I should thank you two, or chew you out..."

"Can I choose?"

I snorted out a laugh when another voice caught my attention.

"Clint! Natasha! Status report!"

I turned to see who it was only for me to freeze...

Kinda like he did....

Ba dum tiiisssss

There was Steve Rogers, walking towards our group.

"The agents are making final preparations, Cap"

"Good, get everything ready so we can go." He walked off to probably do some captain-y things.

That made a dilemma for me... What do I call him? Captain? Captain Rogers? Captain America? Agent Rogers? Mr. Rogers?

I'll just call him sir.

"How many Avengers are coming? It wasn't in the file"

"Everyone but Bruce. He has work to do, and probably won't be needed today," Natasha explained.

Clint threw his arm around Nat, "that and insurance for Loki in the cage."

I was puzzled, "I heard about that... What exactly is the story behind it? Him?"

"Well, since he got hit in the head hard enough, early enough --"

"By the Hulk" Clint butted in.

"He must have broken through the mind control, kinda like I did to Clint, of these more powerful beings in space. That we know nothing about. And have no ability to reach." Nat's bitch-face game was strong.

"Well, Thor and Asgard could, but what's-his-face Odin won't do anything" Clint stretched his hands over his head lazily.

"So Loki helped us shut down the attack, and is now in a cage while he gets approved to join the team, or something or another"

"And he's being a massive sass-a-brat"

I snorted, "a what?"

"Sass-a-brat, sassy and bratty as anything"

"Oookkkaaayyy..." There was a moment of silence. "I should probably actually do something before I get kicked off the squad, before I'm officially on it"

"Approaching the target in one hour"

"Alright folks, that means get prepped. Let's get all the equipment going"

I couldn't tell who was saying what, all I knew was that I needed to set up my project. The equipment to this new program.

I felt a hand on my upper arm, tugging me to stop. There was Clint standing with Tony Stark. I snapped to attention.

"Y/n, stop."

"Agent Barton, Mr. Stark"

"Hey, yeah, stop calling me that. We're friends, call me Clint"

I blushed, it was a habit. I was glad he said it outright though. I'd hate to call him something disrespectful without his permission.

"Tony" he offered his hand, so I shook it.

"Y/n l/n"

"So since this is your first big mission, y/n"

I turned my attention to Clint.

"I would like you to stay closer to either me or Natasha out there."

I raised eyebrow, does he really thing I'm not capable? Ouch. And that doesn't matter anyway--

"I mean, you can take care of your self, but I'd hate for you to get seriously injured on your first big break."

That made me smile, and I was about to correct him before Tony interrupted.

"Awe, that's so cute. Legolas taking care of his girlfriend"

"Tony. She is my friend. And, no offense y/n, she's my friend type. Not a relationship type."

"None taken." I looked at Tony, "same here"

My attention back on Clint, "now I appreciate your concern, but I'm actually not going to be out there in the way your thinking. Also, no where near you"

He looked puzzled.

"Attention everybody!" The agent in charge stepped up on a box. I wasn't sure if his name, I would probably know it if I wasn't talking to Clint...

"This'll be a bit different this time around. We have a new section. Once everyone gets their comms, your team of three or four will get a tracking device. Only turn the one on in your comms if you get separated from your group. Now these trackers are important in which a drone will be following you. Small, and extremely agile, these things will be surveiling you."

A voice rose from the back, "is this for the government to accuse us for even more crap?"

He smiled, and instead of answering, he found me in the group and beckoned be to the front.

I raised my voice to be heard by everybody, "Actually," I stood next to the Agent.

"They're for me to watch your back." I paused for dramatic effect...

"The trackers will allow the drones to follow each group. The live video will came back to me here in the jet on these monitors." They were tucked in a corner, out of the way. They looked like the highest tech they could find.

"Now, you better get used to hearing my voice, because, though it be best if you didn't, you will be hearing a lot from me."

I didn't have anything else to say so I just smiled and turned back to the dude in charge.

"All right, you heard the lady, be prepared and listen to her. Go and finish up getting ready!"

The aircraft was a bustle to get in position. The comms were handed out and a check took place. One by one I heard voices say check in my ear. The agents went first, in order of rank, making me last. Then they went to the Avengers.

"Hey, Clint's girlfriend" Tony's voice came through the device in my ear.

Nat shot back, "Tony, we already had this conversation. Unless you want a repeat of how that ended?"

"No, actually Natasha, I wasn't talking to you... This time..."

Then I knew he was talking to me.

"Still very much single Mr. Stark," I focused on getting all the drones videos synced with my monitors. Tech wasn't my specialty, but I was proficient enough thankfully.

"Hmm, too bad. But since you're going to be watching my back, if I get one scratch on this new suit..." he trailed off as if it was a threat.

"Do go on, Mr. Stark" I finally got all the drones up and running.

"I'm gonna blow your drone out of the sky"

With out thinking I said, "not my money you're spending"

There was a moment of horrified silence on my side.

Respect

Doesn't get you in trouble

You fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff-ed up

"sir"

A chuckle was the reply, "right answer kid"

I smirked to myself as a shakey breath escaped.

"All right! Let's shut this place down!"

"COME, LET US BRING HONOR TO OUR ANCESTORS!"

Everyone left the jet, leaving me, the pilot, and two others outside to keep watch.

"And I thought that was an exaggeration..."

The drones were launched, each following a team. The only team of two was Thor and Tony, both covering the sky, and the extra fire power.

They spread out, covering more ground for troops to take care of, so they didn't have to on their way out. Everything was going smoothly, not needing my help, seeing and taking out guards faster than I could tell the location. Then in the corner of one of my screens I instinctively noticed wasn't quite right.

I pressed the button on the control panel, patching my mic directly just to that team.

"Team Delta, there's movement on your ten o'clock"

The two closest people turned quickly to the direction I stated, the other two facing forward, as to not leave any blind spots.

After a moment, the front most agent shot a single bullet, noticable by only the muzzle flare in the camera. A body fell from the trees, not moving another muscle.

I watched another approach the body, check for equipment and made sure he was dead. Once I was sure there wasn't anymore danger on their screen I went back to surveying.

"Echo, check your 7 o'clock, possible sniper barrel."

So it went, the beginning was pretty simple. A soldier here, a soldier there. Then as we got closer and closer to the base, the more difficult it got.

"Charlie, you got two heavyweights on your 11."

"Delta, 4 on 12, quick they see you coming."

"Bravo, keep an eye on that machine gun from the sky will ya? 2 o'clock "

"Alpha, take group of unsuspecting, at 2"

"Aye aye, y/n!"

That caused a smile, but soon I stopped telling names, just pressing the button and going. Listening in on their organization.

Then I saw a row of soldiers, all pointing their guns at anything that moved, and my people were coming up. I pressed the all button in haste.

"Everybody drop, line of fire coming up. All prepared."

They dropped before coming into sight. I then decided to call some shots.

"Bravo, light em up."

Everyone covered their ears in prep for the noise.

I watched as Tony shot the line down. Thor following up knocking everyone out of the way.

"All right kid, is it clear for everyone else. Your 6th sense tingling?"

"I don't see anything... Home free"

"Agent, we aren't out of the woods yet, we still have the actual building"

I blushed at the stern tone of the head dude's voice.

"...pardon my language sir"

After a moment of silence they approached the door.

"I'm afraid the drones won't be of any help in there, so I'll keep watch."

"Copy"

And so I waited, listening, making sure no one got hurt. I cut off the trackers and positioned them on all sides of the building.

Nothing was too exciting, but after a little bit, one of my drones picked up a force approaching the east side of the building. With the lay out of that structure, the thin hallways wouldn't leave either side with much of a chance. I couldn't tell what weapons they were carrying either. That got me worried.

"Strong force, unknown weaponry approaching east side... I hope you're almost finished"

"Alpha, clearing"

"Bravo, out"

"Charlie, ready"

"Delta, check"

"Echo, as well"

I sighed, almost there. Sure enough no more than two minutes later they were exiting the west side, heading towards the jet. I synced the trackers to the drones, keeping a close eye as they headed out.

"Halfway home kids"

Right when it left my lips I mentally slapped myself.

Multiple voices came through my ear.

"Y/n..."

"Excuse me?"

"What"

I squeaked out a small, "pardon."

A chuckle was heard, I couldn't tell who it came from.

After what felt like forever, with only a minor tail that needed to be taken care of, the jet came into sight on my screen.

"They're coming in!"

Once everyone set foot on board I landed the drones. Packing them up as quickly as possible I felt a hand on my shoulder making me jump.

I was relieved to see it was Clint, "nice work out there agent Barton."

I quickly closed the case and picked it up to load it on deck. Stumbling when I didn't have a steady stance. I regained my balance and loaded it.

"You were awesome, y/n." He placed the last box next to the one I set down. "But seriously, call me Clint."

I just smiled.

Over the course of the ride home I got quite a few 'good job's and 'nice work's. I even got them from Steve and Natasha.

Tony approached me, "Hey kid, you even didn't get one of the drones blown up."

That caused a lopsided smile to form on my face, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes when I replied, "thank you Mr. Stark."

"INDEED FAIR MAIDEN, YOU HATH DONE WELL!"

"Well, that's a new one" I had never been called that before.

As much as I liked it, I was just glad everyone made it back.

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#tony stark #loki fanfic #loki x reader #thor #iron man #natasha #clint barton #bruce banner #Steve Rogers #marvel #Avengers #avengers x reader #avengersfanfiction #x reader #lokilaufeyson #loki odinson #Of Kings and Shadows

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malcolmwhitly-bright · 4 years

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Christmas Eve

She is everything that’s right, all the things worth living for. Her muffled laughter as she bites the inside of his thigh, taunting. Cold hands on his back, in his hair, ghosting up his sides, brushing against his as they pass one another. His boxers on her hips and her easy smile when he gets the tips of his fingers caught in her hair.

She’s painful inhales and broken sobs. Her body rocking them in unison, always meaning her half of the vows ‘in sickness and in health’ more than she should ever have to. Her side of the bed always empty because she’s a bed hog and the big spoon.

He smiles, thin and shakily. Forcing his aching, tired body into motion. Already, he’s practicing the smile he’ll force out when Dani gets out of bed. The right amount of teeth and sincerity in his voice are hard to sell. He tries to roll the tension out of his shoulders as he sets to making some breakfast.

“Good morning, handsome.” Dani kisses him and he can taste the coffee she’s already had. She’s startling, her hair a mess and wearing one of his shirts. She’s got an old pair of shorts on, they curve with the crest of her ass so fantastically. He tries to force his stupid brain to bask in his luck but it just reminds him of how much better she could do.

Dani notices his attention and smiles. She leans in for another kiss, this time leaning in with her hand on his chest. It’s hotter than the last one. She’s teasing as she bites his lip,” you do know that I can tell when you stare at my ass right?”

He struggles to smile for her. Fighting even harder when he sees her brain taking in his struggle. She kisses the edge of his mouth and puts a hand on his cheek, snaking it through his hair until she can rub the back of his neck.

“Oh, Malcolm.”

His mind is a swirling cloud of smoke. Constant reminders of all the things he’s fucked up. It’s his fault they don’t have any kids yet. His fertility low because of the years he’s spent on rare antipsychotics and antidepressants. Dani wants a beautiful oak bed but they can’t have it because where would they put the restraints that Malcolm still needs most nights.

It’s Christmas Eve of all days, too.

“I hate it when you feel bad.” He laughs at her. Because that’s such a simple way of putting it. ‘Feeling bad’ like his head hurts or he’s sick to his stomach. His head won’t turn off. He keeps thinking. He can feel Paul watching him. Hear his voice sharp and clear with anger as he grows more frustrated. The pain in his side and pulse of the wound on his head.

“You’re such a fuck up,” Paul smacks his cheek with the flat of the knife. “You cried the entire time, do you remember that?” Paul keeps circling Malcolm, just out of reach. “Such a fucking coward, always were.”

The taunt is followed by a knowing laugh. Paul kicks out at Malcolm, sending him into a coughing fit as his boot knocks the air out of Malcolm. “Your stupid daddy thought he could teach you to be like us,” Paul steps on Malcolm’s chest, overtop the ribs Paul knows are broken. “You stopped crying after that first stab.” Paul towers over Malcolm, smiling at the crimson painting Malcolm’s teeth. “You may be a coward but you’re one sadistic fuck.”

He blinks and they’re on the floor. Her urgent words are lost on his ears. He can’t think past the cold hands on his ears, her hands are always so cold. They’re grounding. The panic seeping out of his chest as those cold hands press closer. He bought her gloves for Christmas, they’re sitting under the tree. It’s just another thing he lov-

“Dani?” He’s suddenly sober, the panic and voices gone. He’s just sitting on the cold kitchen floor in his underwear while his spectacularly attractive wife talks him down from yet another ledge. He clears his throat,” I-I think I… I love you.”

Dani giggles, her cold hands moving to his cheeks. She smiles at him, shaking her head,” I would hope so!” She kisses him, smiling and making their noses mush against each other. She’s the one to pull away and press their foreheads together. “Typically, most people do marry for love.”

“You’re so lucky!” He’s always the lucky one. They both know what they mean. That Malcolm’s lucky that someone without mental disorders loves someone who does. As if it could ever possibly be that simple. (At least, most people have the decency not to bring their races into it.)

No one sees their arguments about using the restraints. Dani thinks it’s animalistic and he hasn’t had physically violent dreams in a year; he doesn’t need them. Malcolm would rather strap himself down than face hurting her. They don’t hear Malcolm’s voice break when tells her, tears swelling and pouring down his face, that if he hurt her, if he killed her in his sleep he would kill himself.

It’s not about Malcolm having mental disorders out the ass.

It’s Dani respecting Malcolm has a routine and that he has to stick to it. It’s the late nights she spends researching to understand his manic episodes and googling his medicines. Relationships are give and take. While the world seems to look at their relationship as purely her giving and him taking, she knows better.

She loves him.

The curve of his ass in a Tom Ford suit or just his bare ass; she’s not picky. Grilled cheese sandwiches when she’s sick and a seemingly endless supply of tea. He’s the solid weight in her lap on the couch when he wants her to play with his hair. The hand that gets tangled in her curls and the shrill scream in the shower when a stray spider makes it’s home near his shampoo.

He’s fruity soap and soft blushes. Shakey hands reaching out finding her in the night. The night light she thought she outgrew at nine. “It’s a solar system though.” Malcolm standing on their bed, knees bent and just waiting for her to tell him no so he can start jumping like a mad man.

He’s also hard kisses and deep laughter. Fingers that bring her to the edge and lips that too good for their own good. He’s burning flesh and scars. Blunt nails and cold feet.

“Dani?”

She hums in response. She’s pulled from the depths of his eyes. With her own closed, she could draw his face from memory. The way his cheekbones come up so perfectly. The bags under his eyes. The spots of age and sun on his cheeks and forehead. The crinkle of skin above his nose. The depth of his eyes like he’s looking right through you. Reading your mind.

There’s that blush she loves so much, it eats up the side of his cheeks. He grins,” wanna open our presents today?”

In their vows, they promised to always get Christmas presents. It used to be Dani’s favorite holiday and Malcolm’s too. So they decided people like their father’s and Paul wouldn’t ruin that anymore for them.

Dani smiles and kisses him,” this is why I love you.” She stands and offers him a hand up. They stand beside each other. He’s less clean-shaven than he used to be, closer to 40 than 30 now. Grey hairs are starting to sprout out at his temples and he’s gotten thicker around his waist. She kisses him, running a thumb over the scruff on his cheeks.

He grins boyishly at her,” and here I thought it was because of my rugged good looks?” She’s nearly the same as the say they got married. Her cooking put meat on his scrappy frame and his eating habits keep her lean. Her hair has a few streaks of grey and she doesn’t wear as much makeup but that kind of stuff has never mattered to him.

She hums thoughtfully and puts her arms around his neck, pulling him into another kiss. Mumbled against his lips she says,” no. It was mostly because you let me open presents on Christmas Eve.”

He hums thoughtfully and pulls her to move towards the tree. This is what she loves about him. His childlike eagerness over the most mundane, silly things. He loves to give gifts and he can’t keep them a secret. “Go open the gloves I got you!”

She rolls her eyes and does as she’s told. Their tree isn’t giant. There aren’t presents strung all over. They have no kids, despite quickly venturing into the age where their time is running out. They have Sunshine though and a cat named Gregory. That’s enough for them.

“You get me gloves every year, Malcolm.”

“Your hands are cold. I worry.”

“You’re the only person that thinks they’re cold.”

“That doesn’t invalidate my feelings.”

She throws the gloves at him, both of them laughing.

At the end of the day, he knocked her off her feet the week she met him and she’s his knight in shining armor. What better love story could they ask for?

#christmas eve #prodigal son #malcolm bright #dani powell #mental disorder

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khhunniewriting · 7 years

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It’s Still You

“I’m this close Jay”

Jay took a quick glance at the woman in front of him. Her thumb and index finger were pinched close with only a slight space in between them to show how much more was necessary for her to give up on him. “So what” he shrugged his shoulders.

The girl scoffed in offense. “What are you going to do about it” she asked in a high pitched tone. His nonchalant attitude wasn’t what she was expecting.

“Nothing” he responded before laying back onto the couch.

“Ugh, I’m done.”

Jay sighed with relief, “good.” She had been giving the same empty threats all week and he was tired of it. She was way more than he wanted to handle. The only downside of this breakup would be getting all of his friends’ input on the matter.

“You’re such a jerk Jay.” The girl picked up her things and went for the door but before she could leave she had some things she needed to get off her chest. “Now I see why you’ve had so many girlfriends. It’s not because you’re irresistible. Sure you have a nice body but your personality is shit and you only think of yourself. No woman would want to be with someone like you.”

But there was one person, you.

“Oh, she’s hitting him where it hurts” Loco had his ear pressed against the shared wall to hear everything clearly. In the next room Kiseok, Gray, Loco and Hoody were casually listening to Jay’s break-up and discussing about it. “That’s his eighth one.”

“What about Y/N” Kiseok asked. Everyone looked at Hoody expectantly. She was your friend to begin with. Even after your very public break-up the two of you kept close and in turn you were still on talking terms with everyone else. The only thing that kept you from seeing them as often was the tension between you and Jay.

“Ten” Hoody sighed.

You weren’t surprised to receive an invitation to Hoody’s birthday party. You had gone the previous year but not Jay, he decided to stay away. This time Kiseok had assured you Jay would be there. He and Hoody were your closest friends but they were also Jay’s friend. The fact was that you would continue to see Jay no matter what so you always promised yourself to act as friendly as possible with him.

“You should go talk to him” Hoody encouraged you. She could see the sparkle in you eyes every time you stole a glance his way. It was obvious you still loved him but held yourself back. “He got dumped again” Hoody informed you.

“Ah” you nodded. “That explains why he’s making his move with that girl.”

“That’s ex number four” Hoody explained. “He dumped her because of the annoying voice.”

Your brow furrowed thinking how he was able to remain so friendly with her. “So does he remain friends with all his exes besides me?”

Hoody remained silent realizing she might have made matters worse. “You said you two never ended on good or bad terms. Why not go over there and decide on what terms you would like to be with him?”

“I don’t know...” your voice trailed off. You had recently started thinking Jay might have been the one. You always seemed to compare the new guys to him.

On the other side Kiseok grimaced as he approached Jay. “Can I talk to you for a minute? Away from the banshee” he whispered the last part only to him. It was the nickname they had made for his ex-girlfriend because of her glass-shattering voice.

Jay nodded and followed Kiseok. “What’s going on?”

“Y/N is here.”

“I know but I don’t want to talk to her.” His most recent breakup had brought back memories from his breakup with you. He had begun to think about you all the time. It was like he was beginning to realize you were his true love and he had ruined his chances with you.

“That’s too bad because she is coming over here.” Kiseok smiled at you as you got closer. “Hey Y/N.”

“Hey you two, long time no see.” After pulling away from the hug with Kiseok you hesitated for a moment but ultimately gave Jay a hug as well.

It was awkward at first. Jay was very aware about every part of you that touched him and where he touched you. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He caught the scent of your perfume and it took him back to when you were his.

Back then he would wrap his arms around your waist, letting his hands fall freely onto your butt. He would bury his face in your neck and trail light kisses along it.

You sighed feeling comfort in being so close to Jay. It seemed so familiar to be this close but you did feel the hesitation he had and mistook it for discomfort. You stepped back with an apologetic smile. “Sorry.”

“It’s cool.” He cleared his throat feeling a lump that wouldn’t clear. It was probably all the things he was holding back from doing. “I still consider you a friend so don’t worry about it.”

“I’m glad you do” you were satisfied to have an answer. You felt the overwhelming feeling of love the longer you stayed in his presence. It had confirmed your theory. You still loved Jay. But did he even thing about you? You were too afraid to find out. “Then I’ll see you around.” You gave him one last smile before retreating to Hoody’s side.

Kiseok came out of nowhere and placed his arm around Jay’s shoulders. “Do you still want to deny that you like her? You couldn’t even hug her properly without having a reaction.”

Hoody on the other hand had a completely different reaction to deal with. You took her away from the party to talk in private. Stepping out for a moment, instead of denying you were confessing. “You still love Jay” she asked to which you nodded.

“As I was hugging Jay I realized I’m actually madly in love with him. These past two years I kept trying to find a replacement for him but there is no one who can replace him.”

“What about his bad qualities?”

“Despite all that I still love him. He may be a selfish jerk but he has never lied or hurt me intentionally. I understand that he is famous and women will always go after him, I can’t stop that. But the good thing about Jay is that he is loyal and would never cheat on me. I took that for granted and fixated on the fact that he would do things without taking me into consideration. Yes, that is bad but in the end Jay genuinely loved me and I loved him. He knew everything about me. He took time from his busy schedule to check up on me and these other guys I dated... they were nothing like him.” You sighed feeling relaxed after having confessed what was on your mind.

It took a while for Hoody to take it all in. She had never heard you be so open about your feelings. After the breakup you never vented to her the way you were now. “You should tell him. I’m not saying do it now but think about it.”

“Here is your iced caramel macchiato, enjoy.”

“Thank you” you took your coffee and sat down in one of the corner tables. You took out your laptop ready to begin working on some pending projects. You were a lyricist who specialized in slow tempo songs. Most of your works were ballads about love, particularly the loss of it.

Jay entered the coffee shop looking for a place to sit. That’s when he noticed your familiar figure sitting at the corner. “Y/N” he called out to you but you didn’t turn. As he got closer he heard your soft humming and realized you must have your headphones on. He tapped your shoulder causing you to pull out the ear buds . “Working hard?”

You smiled, since you last saw him you had been thinking about what Hoody said. “I always am” you giggled to break the bit of awkward tension that came when you thought of telling him how you felt.

Seeing you in a cafe reminded him of the past. It was comforting to think you might still have the same habits as before. “Did you come here because your apartment was too quiet?”

“Yeah” you responded with a bright smile knowing he remembered you couldn’t write in a quiet room. You wondered if he remembered how you would ask him to come over and fill your work space with noise.“I need some chaos in my life.”

He took this to mean you currently had no one to provide the chaos. Smiling at the thought of you and him being available. “Does that mean you’re not with someone?” Jay had wanted to ask you this since Hoody’s birthday party when Kiseok encouraged him to go after you.

“No, I’m not” you responded. The possibility of this conversation leading you to confessing seemed high.

Jay’s heart began to accelerate with your response. “Me too.”

You wondered if this was a sign for you to go ahead and start anew with Jay. That thought quickly left as you saw an unknown woman wrap her arms around his.

“Jay, there you are.” She tried pulling him towards another table but Jay did not move. He froze up as he mentally cursed himself for forgetting he had gone there to meet someone. He wasn’t dating her but this meeting could be viewed as a date.

When he finally moved he turned to her asking that she go ahead and pick a table. Once she was gone he turned to you “she’s just a friend-”

“I know” your response cut him off. “But isn’t that how it starts?” You began putting your laptop in your bag ready to leave. It was hard enough to swallow your feelings but acting indifferent was proving to be a challenge. Before leaving you stopped to look him in the eyes. “It was nice seeing you” you tried your best to smile.

Jay held your arm to stop you from leaving. “Y/N I still love-”

You pulled your arm free to stop him from talking. “Stop being so selfish and think about others. How do you think she feels seeing you avoid her?”

“I don’t care about how she feels. I care about how you feel.”

He had spoken too loudly. You turned and saw his date looking in your direction with pain in her eyes. “I have to go” you ran out of there.

It was late when you finally worked up the courage to knock on Jay’s door. It took a while but you finally heard footsteps on the other side. When Jay opened the door he was surprised to see you standing in front of him. Your eyes were slightly red indicating you had been crying before.

“You want to know how I feel” you asked in a soft shakey voice. “I feel horrible... I’m going to be a hypocrite and be selfish right now. I love you Jay.” You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as you blatantly confessed to him. “There must be something wrong with me-”

Jay cut you off with a kiss, that lasted longer than any of the ones you shared before. He was afraid you would take back what you said and leave him again when the kiss ended. His arms wrapped themselves around your waist before pulling away for air. “I love you too.”

You stood in his arms with your mouth slightly open from the shock of having been kissed by Jay.

“There is no one who can replace you.”

-end-

A/N: I hope you like it @leyarren. Sorry for the mistakes, they will be fixed as I find them.

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