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pennywaltzy · 2 years

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Twist Of Fate (7/8)

I’m not going to finish it in time, but that’s fine (I’ll just post it whenever I finish). But here’s some more fluffier stuff.

Twist Of Fate - What if Jessica had a very good reason for not escorting Connor Dunbrook's kid to trial? What might have been?

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The next morning Angell wasn’t sick, but she still felt nauseous around coffee so she went back into the bedroom to lie down while Flack dumped out the coffee he’d made after serving himself up a cup in an insulated cup with a lid. This was going to take some getting used to, he realized, because Angell also ran on coffee like it was in her bloodstream.

He got her a cup of juice and took it to the bedroom, leaving the coffee for when they got to the precinct. “Feeling better?” he asked.

“A bit. I just...this no coffee thing really sucks,” she replied with a yawn.

“Maybe you can substitute some black tea for the caffeine.”

“Maybe,” she said with a nod, taking the juice. “Or I can get some V-8 Energy drinks. I think I can stomach an energy drink that’s mostly juice.”

“We can go shopping after work,” he said. “Just don’t OD on caffeine. Might not be good for the baby.”

“I know, I know. But I need something to wake me up.” She sipped the juice. “Think Danny was able to get everyone off the topic of pregnancy?”

“I think he’d have tried. Whether he was successful, we’ll find out today.” Flack went and sat down on the bed next to her, and she rested her head on his shoulder. “We got our family out o the way. Your brothers all called last night so we know your dad told them. My dad called, and we saw Sam, now it’s just a matter of extended family, but they can wait.”

“So now it’s time to tell friends?”

“Yeah, I think we can tell our friends now. If they haven’t already guessed, at least.” He turned his head and kissed her temple. “Come on. Let’s get dressed and go find out who knows what.”

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They went to the precinct first and told Captain Harris the official news. It didn’t take long for word to spread and everyone was coming up to their desks with congratulations and questions. Flack got the brunt of it, as he was on desk duty waiting to be cleared of the shooting during the rescue of Dunbrook’s kid, and Angell got sent to a scene with Stella and Hawkes.

When Angell came back she had a bouquet of flowers, a container of soup, and a wide smile on her face. “Hawkes is the best,” she said as she set everything down on her desk. “He really thought I was ill, and when I told him I was just pregnant he went to a florist and bought me these.” She lifted up the flowers again and took a sniff.

“And the soup?” Flack asked, pointing to the container.

“That he already had with him. He stayed up last night and made chicken noodle soup.”

“Oooh,” he said. “I get some?”

“Maybe, provided I don’t eat it all myself,” she said. She sat down and he saw her hand go over her belly protectively. “I can call and ask him to bring some to you. I did eat most of the spaghetti, after all.”

“Nah,” Flack replied. “I was thinking we could all meet up at Sullivan’s for dinner and drinks tonight. I know they have non-alcoholic stuff like juice there. You can get a mocktail while the rest of us have beers and stuff.”

“Sounds good to me,” she said. “I finally feel like celebrating a little? I mean, I want to go see Clarissa first, talk to her and you know, make sure she doesn’t blame me.”

“I don’t think she does,” Flack said. “She was looking to leave. This might be the final push, and if the nerve damage is there, she could be getting worker’s comp for a long while. They can fast-track her retirement, too. I heard Captain Harris talking about it with Jason. She’ll be taken care of financially, at least.”

“Yeah, but she didn’t need to be there. She was covering for me.”

“Then let’s go after lunch,” he said. “See if she’s up for a visit.”

“Okay.”

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Clarissa was up and happy to see both of them. News had gotten to her that Angell was pregnant and she was so happy Angell hadn’t been shot that she was crying, and Angell started crying in relief, leaving Flack holding a dozen roses while the two women hugged and cried.

Finally, Angell pulled back. “You know you’re on the short shortlist for godmother, right?” Angell said.

“Oh, I would love to be a godmother to your baby. But I thought that would go to Detectives Messer and Messer,” Clarissa said.

“Most of the labs are going to end up godparents, we think,” Flack said with a chuckle. “But seriously, we talked about this last night. We’re thinking you, Stell, and Lindsey for godmothers, and Danny, Hawkes, and Mac for godfathers.”

“I’m honored,” Clarissa said. “I really am. And thanks for coming to visit. I was so worried it was bad news at the appointment. Captain Harris split the pool money with me so that’s how I found out.”

“I can’t believe you all were running a pool on me knocking Jess up,” Flack said.

“It was bound to happen sometime,” Angell said with a laugh. But I couldn’t be having a kid with a better man.”

“I feel the same way about Jason,” Clarissa said. “Even if my kid is ten already. He’s been a great help with stuff so far, and he’s been a huge help to my son, sorting through how he feels about all this.” She shook her head. “I think this was what’s going to get me off the force. I mean, I got lucky. It could have been much worse, or I could have died. But I’ll take some nerve damage for the ability to see another day, you know?”

Both Flack and Angell nodded. That was the way they felt as well, even if they stayed on the force. “Oh yeah,” Flack said. “I’ve already been blown up on the job. But fatherhood may be what gets me to go into the private sector.”

“You? Leave the force?” Clarissa asked, surprised.

“I’ve gotten offers, and so has Don. We’re thinking we might look into some of them,” Angell said. “But for now we’re staying put.”

“Well, that’s good,” Clarissa said. “But enough maudlin talk. Have you two started picking out names yet?”

Angell and Flack relaxed into the conversation about the pregnancy, with Angell’s pose relaxing even more now that she knew Clarissa didn’t blame her. Things were going to work out, one way or the other, and that was all that really mattered.

#csi new york #CSI: NY #csi ny #flack x angell #fanfic #fanfiction #don flack #jessica angell

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beautifyings · 3 years

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تقبل الله منا ومنكم

#eid mubaarak 💖💖💖#it’s half past 4am and I’ve literally been cooking all day yesterday and night #ima burn this food and call it a night #jk #but im currently dying #after fajr I’m going to sleep and if it wasn’t for eid salah I would never wake up #so I guess OD on coffee when I wake up it is

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meltwonu · 4 years

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s n a k e | e y e s [chapter 10] FINAL

pairing; snakehybrid!woozi x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; some angst, loads of fluff, oral(female receiving), return of jihoon’s impregnation kink!!, multiple orgasms, squirting 🥴💕 y’all... the final chapter. Thank you so much for everyone who gave interest in our cute ‘lil snake hybrid jihoonie~ and to those who patiently waited for each chapter 🥺🥺🥺 I hope to keep writing for him in the future as well cause I love him so much~~💕

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Jihoon working in the studio with Soonyoung and the others confirms your worst fear.

It takes them a couple of days to figure out everyone’s skillset and in the time they’re in the studio, you hardly see Jihoon at home. He leaves before you wake up and comes home right after dinner. It reminds you of when you and Soonyoung were together; or really the lack thereof.

You take the time to go into the office on most of those days instead, having lunch with Minghao who’s equally not seen his own hybrid at home.

“It’s kind of weird, I guess? I’m used to him being home but I’m glad he’s got a group of friends to keep him busy. He seems really happy when he gets home.” “Mm…” Minghao’s words go in one ear and out the other as you pick at your uneaten lunch.

“Something tells me you don’t feel the same?” This time you look at him, seeing the worried expression on his face.

“It’s not that at all! I’m really happy for Jihoon and them. He’s really excited about it all too… It’s just…” A lump forms in your throat and you do your best to keep it down. “It’s just… it’s starting to remind me a lot of what happened with Soonyoung, is all. And I guess I’m just scared.”

Minghao hums, sliding his chair closer to you before he pats your shoulder comfortingly. “Figured as much. That’s why you two broke up, right? Because he was hardly ever around?” You nod, sighing.

“I know I’m probably overthinking but it’s just weird to not see Jihoon everyday, y’know? He leaves for the studio before I wake up and gets home just in time for bed. And coming to the office helps me keep busy but I don’t know… Guess it’s just something to get used to.” You chuckle softly, sending Minghao a reassuring smile.

“I’ll be okay.”

When you get home from the office that day, you notice Jihoon’s shoes are already by the door and the lights are on.

“Jihoon?”

“In the kitchen!”

You make your way towards the kitchen, noticing there’s food on the dining table when you walk in. “Jihoon, did you cook?” The male scratches the back of his head, ears red when he meets your inquisitive eyes.

“I wish, but no, I’d probably still set the kitchen on fire if I tried. But we finished up at the studio earlier and Soonyoung sent me home with some food. Come eat with me while it’s still hot!” He sets the plates down, pulling out your chair for you before he sits across the table.

“How was work at the office?”

“S’okay, having lunch with Minghao everyday is kinda funny. We have the same stories to tell since you and Chan are barely around.” You chuckle, taking a bite of your food before questioning Jihoon about his day.

“We actually finished recording a track! The hyungs said that they might even let me have a studio space ‘cause they said we had a lot of promise and we sent the track to the cafe so they could hear it. I think we’ll hear back in a couple days if we got a performance!” Jihoon’s eyes glitter with hope, happiness evident in his voice. “That’s great Jihoon! I hope you guys get it!” You smile at him, unsure if it reaches your eyes.

“You okay? You seem kinda sad again though. It’s the same kinda sad that time we were in the shower together…” His comment catches you off guard momentarily; eyes flitting to the food in front of you in order to avoid his worried stare. “I... “ All of your thoughts and worries finally come to a head in an instant.

“You can be honest with me, y’know? I won’t be upset.” Jihoon gets up from his seat, pulling the chair out next to you before he sits in it. He grabs your hand, lacing his fingertips with yours reassuringly.

“I just… I--I’m scared.”

“Scared? Why?” Jihoon uses his free hand to push your hair back, tucking it behind your ear. Tears blur your vision, a stray droplet falling into your lap as you use your free hand to rub at your eyes.

“I--I don’t want us to turn out like how Soonyoung and I did. And I guess I just got scared because--because you weren’t home and that’s where my problems started with Soonyoung. And… and I just felt like I never really had a place in his world once he started really getting into his work…” You clench your jaw, tears freely spilling when you meet Jihoon’s loving gaze. “I’m scared of being forgotten or something, I dunno. I’m not making sense. Sorry, I’m just… thinking too much, I guess.”

“You are.” Jihoon sighs, running a free hand through his hair before he reaches over and wipes at your eyes with the back of his finger. “I don’t want you to think of me like Soonyoung because we’re two different people with two completely different lives. I don’t know what you’re thinking I’m going to do but I’d never leave or forget you.” He caresses your cheek, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“And you gave me a home in your world, so the least I can do is give you one in mine too.”

It doesn’t shock you at all that they get a call-back to perform at ‘An Ode’. Jihoon frantically tells you over breakfast one morning; jumping excitedly in the bed as he struggles to call the others to let them know.

You, Seungcheol and Minghao meet up in front of the cafe on the night they’re set to perform; nervous and jittery for the hybrids.

“I’m excited but so nervous for them! And to think they kept their song a complete secret until now…” Seungcheol ponders, opening the door for you and Minghao. “Huh, I didn’t even think about that but you’re right.” Minghao adds, guiding you to a table closer to the back.

“I’m surprised we’re not gonna sit in the front?” Seungcheol asks. You and Minghao share a look, giggling before you each take a seat. “Chan and Jihoon said they were shy and they were afraid of messing up if we sat in the front so we agreed we would try to blend in with the crowd. I don’t want Jihoon to take it out on me later.”

“Damn, Mingyu asked me to do the opposite so I could film him.” The three of you laugh as Seungcheol settles into his own seat, checking to make sure he can still catch the stage from where he sits.

“Seokmin was saying he was nervous but I think he’s probably on the same level as Jihoon and Chan with being shy. I think it’s just Mingyu that isn’t freakin’ out right now.”

“That’s a good thing though. It’s probably helping them not run out of the cafe right now, ‘Cheol.” You reply, looking over the drinks. There were a few other performers that were going on before Jihoon and the others. “By the way, did they ever decide on a group name for themselves?” You ask.

“Mmm, I think Chan said something about how they couldn’t decide on one so they just… didn’t.” Seungcheol snorts, shaking his head as he laughs. “Sounds about right. They probably thought everything was too cheesy and just decided to go with none.” The three of you order coffee in the meantime, chatting until it’s time for them to perform.

Thirty minutes pass easily before you see Mingyu hopping onto the stage, adjusting a few of the mics before he gestures to the other three to get on stage. His tail wags excitedly as the others join him and he takes his place next to Jihoon who situates himself in the middle with Seokmin.

“Um..” Jihoon’s cheeks are beet red up to his ears, licking his lips as he tries to will the nerves away. “We--um, we don’t really have a group name or a-anything yet. But we’ll be performing a ballad for you, um, tonight. We took a while to prepare this song and we even produced it ourselves! It holds a lot of meaning for us.” He pauses to clear his voice, his eyes locking onto yours immediately through the crowd.

“I… wrote this song with someone in mind. And for all of you who have that special someone, this is for you. It’s called ‘Smile Flower’, please enjoy!” He licks his lips shyly just as Seokmin nudges him jokingly; the lights dimming just as the music starts.

A shiver runs down your spine as you listen, tears springing to your eyes when you focus on the lyrics. Minghao nudges you slightly, sly smile on his face when he sees your blush even in the dim lights.

“He really cherishes you.”

“Mm…”

When the song finishes, you wipe a stray tear, clapping quietly with the crowd as the shy hybrids shuffle off of the stage. Mingyu yells an excited ‘Thank You!’ before he pushes the other three towards the back room.

“Uh oh, I don’t think I was recording anything the entire time.”

Seungcheol takes you all to dinner afterwards; the hybrids excitedly chatting and wondering about when they’d be able to write and produce more songs. Mingyu had been sad for a second that it hadn’t been recorded but Seungcheol promised to let him have whatever food he wanted so it was quickly forgotten.

When you and Jihoon get home that night, the air feels different. He tangles his pinky with yours, guiding you towards the bedroom without a word.

“Ji--”

His lips are on yours not a second later, hand tangling into your hair to keep you close as you wrap your arms around his neck. He licks the seam of your lips, slowly guiding you to the bed as his tongue slides into your mouth. The back of your knees hit the bed; a small squeak escaping you when his lips disconnect from yours.

“I wanna show you how much you mean to me.” He mumbles, shedding off his clothes before he helps you out of yours. “Lay by the headboard for me, baby.” You nod, adjusting yourself until your head rests on the pillows. Jihoon pries your legs apart, settling himself in between them as his hands roam your skin.

“You’re so pretty… and beautiful… and kind…” He whispers, leaning down until his lips are against your sternum. “And you’re all mine, right?” A smile carves itself onto his lips just as he kisses your skin gently.

“Y-yes… I’m all yours, Jihoon.”

He kisses his way across your torso, tongue flicking out as he licks at one of your nipples. You whimper, back arching into his touch as the nub hardens under his ministrations. “Ah, Ji…”

“You sound so pretty too, baby…” You blush at his compliment; already feeling the wetness beginning to pool between your thighs.

Jihoon moves to your other nipple, lapping at it until it hardens as well. He leaves love bites in the mix, marking up your torso and the column of your neck before he slowly inches lower and lower. “You mean so much to me…” His words are muffled against your skin and you watch as he lowers himself until all you can see is his blonde head of hair between your legs.

“...I’d give you anything you ask for.” He smiles up at you before he delves in, using his fingers to spread your folds. “I’d eat you out for hours if you want me to.” His tongue flicks out, lapping at your entrance as he groans. “Fuck, you always taste so good.” He moans against you as his tongue travels from your clit to your entrance, spreading your wetness. The vibrations send a tingle up your spine as your hands lock into his hair.

“Ngh, Ji… Your f-fingers too.. Please…” He obliges, bringing his index and middle finger up to his mouth to properly wet them before he brings them to your pussy. Slowly easing in a digit, he sucks your clit into his mouth, a sharp cry escaping you as your thighs clamp around his head. He slowly fucks his finger into you as he licks at your clit; adding another finger when he can hear how wet you were getting.

He crooks his fingers inside of you, tapping your g-spot repeatedly as you cry out. “Ji! I--mmh!” When he adds a third finger is when you start to feel your first orgasm already building; walls tightening around his delicate fingers. He continues to lap at your clit, drawing circles on it with his tongue as you grind down onto him to get more.

“I want you to cum for me.” Jihoon mumbles, fingers doubling in speed as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You whine, feeling the tension snap as you cum on his command, walls spasming around his fingers. He works you through it, slowing down his pace until you’re mewling and trying to push his head away from your sensitive pussy.

Jihoon giggles cutely, hair messy when he positions himself between your legs again. “Still with me?” His lips are covered in your wetness when you pull him down, kissing him square on the lips as you taste yourself.

“Mmhmm…” You moan against his lips, feeling the shaft of his hard cock against your sensitive folds. He grinds against you, letting you feel him before he pulls away. He wraps a hand around his cock, tapping the head of it against your swollen clit as you flinch.

“Jihoon, please.. Wanna feel you…”

He positions himself at your entrance, moaning as he slowly sinks his cock into you. He goes slow, letting you feel every inch of him until the head of his cock taps your cervix. You wince, clenching at how full Jihoon always made you feel. “God, please, please move!”

Jihoon draws his hips back before he slams into you hard; your breath hitching when you feel the drag of his cock between your walls. Your hands tangle into the sheets under you, already on the verge of another orgasm. “Fuh--fuck, you feel so good, Ji!” You cry, lashes wet with tears.

“Mmm, you feel so good around me, baby. So fuckin’ wet and warm.” He smiles at you, squeezing your waist. He keeps at a moderate pace; pulling all the way out before he thrusts back in.

“Feels like you wanna cum again, don’t you? You’re getting so tight.” You nod frantically, hands grasping at his forearms when you feel your thighs shaking. “I--’m cumming!!” Your eyes snap shut, mind going blank and breath pausing when you cum hard in Jihoon’s hold. He halts his thrusts, cock snug between your walls as he groans. “God, you feel so good.” He whispers; hands massaging your skin as you start to come down from your second high.

“Still okay, baby?” You sniffle, thighs still shaking when he resumes his pace from before. “Mmhmm…”

You feel sated and warm when he starts thrusting into you faster, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple as he chases his high.

“A-ah, Ji… want you to cum inside me… let me have it~” You murmur, clenching around his cock as you urge him to cum. He gives you a breathless laugh, pushing his hair out of his face before his eyes lock onto yours.

“You really love it when I cum inside of you, don’t you? You wanna get nice and full of my cum so you’ll get pregnant, hmm? I’ll have to cum inside of you every time we fuck so it’ll stick.” He grins at you, eyes filled with mirth.

“But our kids would be cute, huh?”

Your heart pangs at his question; body flaring up immediately at the thought of having kids with Jihoon. He giggles at your shy expression, grinding into you as he felt his orgasm start to crest. “Ngh, sh--shit, I’m gonna cum! Think you can cum one more time for me, baby?” You bite your lip, nodding.

“Want you to cum with me this time, okay?” You nod again, moaning loudly when the pad of his thumb meets your swollen clit. He circles the nub harshly as your thighs shake and clamp around him hard, garbled noises spilling from your lips when he throws you over the edge and into your third orgasm.

The ringing in your ears is overwhelming and you can feel your body arch off the bed, pin picks all over your skin as the pleasure washes over you. Jihoon’s cock is forced out of you when you unintentionally squirt all over him. He smirks as he taps the head of his cock against your sensitive clit, working you through your orgasm before he sinks his cock back into your sensitive pussy.

He wastes no time, fucking into you hard and fast as your walls flutter around him; still in the thrums of your orgasm when he grinds into you, filling you up with his cum.

You mewl at the sensation, already feeling his cum dripping down the sides of his cock that’s still deep inside of you. Jihoon hovers over you, breath uneven as he stares down at your tired eyes.

“I… think I love you.”

You clench around his cock on instinct, a sharp groan escaping his lips. “I--you--wuh--what?”

Jihoon smiles shyly, slowly pulling his cock out of you as the cum drips down onto the sheets. “Sorry, was my timing wrong?” You stare up at the ceiling for a second, the ringing in your ears getting even louder as you feel his cum sliding out of you.

“I--no--I mean, your cum is literally… dripping out of me, but… when… you--I?” Your words are jumbled as you sit up, moaning tiredly as you sit in a pool of Jihoon’s cum and your own wetness.

“I… sorry, I didn’t say it at a more romantic time. But I just wanted you to know… I said ‘I think’ because there’s still a lot we still need to learn about each other, right? And there’s still a lot of questions about how we’re going to move forward from here.” He pauses, a flush painting onto his cheeks as he stares at all the love bites he’d left on your skin. “But I know how I feel and I know what I feel is love. And I want to keep exploring more of that feeling… with you.”

Jihoon’s eyes travel to your face, a shy blush on your cheeks as well. “I… think I love you too, Jihoon.” You whisper.

In a split second, he tackles you back down onto the bed, shy laughter filling up the space almost immediately. His eyes twinkle when he settles down next to you, pushing your messy hair out of your face.

“I want you to know that I’ll do anything to make you comfortable with whatever happens in our future together. You gave me a safe place and the freedom to be who I really am and I want you to feel the same. I don’t want you to be scared and insecure because I’ll take care of you just like you do for me. I don’t think I ever loved anyone until I met you. And I’m scared too, but I’m willing to learn with you.”

The tears spring to your eyes faster than you can think, lip quivering when he kisses your forehead. “Can’t believe you’re being a sap and making me cry after you made me cum three times and squirt.” Jihoon lets out a boisterous laugh, tossing his head back at your words.

“Baby, I cannot tell you how many love songs I’ve written about you. I’m always going to be a romantic sap underneath my harsh exterior.” He jokingly glares at you, wiping the tears that wet your lashes.

“But seriously, whatever comes our way, we’ll work through it together, okay? I don’t want either of us to make individual decisions because we’re a real couple now. And… And once I finally get work and start getting paid, I’m gonna spoil you so bad, you won’t even know what to do!” He promises, relaxing onto his stomach next to your tired form.

“Okay, but can you spoil me now and get me cleaned up and change the sheets because we’re laying in… well, a lot. And then I wanna hear all about these love songs you wrote about me, if you’re okay with sharing...” You giggle, watching as he pouts at you.

“I’ll do you even better and get you cleaned up, change the sheets, serenade you to sleep and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

“Jihoon… are you… capable of doing that or…”

“How hard is it to make bacon and eggs in the morning? A cup of coffee? Easy. Toast? Just a button.” He boasts, easing off the bed before he helps you up.

Jihoon carries you to the bathroom, letting you sit on the countertop as he runs the water. “How about we compromise and I’ll sit in the kitchen and supervise while you try to make breakfast.” He grins at you, slotting himself between your legs before he kisses you softly.

“Deal.”

#snakehybrid!woozi #woozi smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #woozi scenarios #woozi imagines #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt scenarios #woozi #lee jihoon

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mrsalwayswrite · 3 years

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Say You’ll Stay - Chapter 8

Fury/Band of Brothers Crossover Fic

Guys, I’m so sorry its taken me so long to get this chapter out. My muse abandoned me and my laptop was being weird. But here we are! Let me know what you think!

Tag List: @happyveday @alwaysindecemberfeels @god-of-dramatic-death-scenes @saritanotserena

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The sunrise lit up the morning sky with an array of beautiful, pastel colors. Anna could only hope it was a good sign for the day. She rubbed a hand over her tired eyes as she carefully walked over the rubble on the city's streets, dodging icy puddles and mud. Gene was going to be quite upset with her later, but she tried not to think about that now.

Quickly, she hurried up the creaky steps of the old two-story home. It looked similar to most of the other buildings but its door was dirty and faded red with a rickety looking porch only half standing. She made a mental note to thank Boyd for his surprisingly clear directions, otherwise she knew she would have been wandering for a while and on these streets, that was far from safe. As quietly as possible, she pushed open the door and stepped inside. She had been invited here, actually forced to come here if Boyd's look yesterday said anything, but she still felt like an invader. The idea of setting foot inside the men's barracks was something her mind fervently refused to acknowledge; it just was not even a possibility in her mind. Though this building was not technically an army barrack in the literal sense, she still felt like an intruder because it was sleeping/housing quarters for the men.

Her grandmother would be furious if she ever found out Anna entered the men's quarters…. especially letting herself in. The thought tampered down Anna's nerves slightly as she thought of the horrified look on the elderly woman's face, if she ever discovered this. It lightened her mood for a brief moment.

In the room to her left, a soldier sprawled on a mangy looking couch with an arm thrown over his eyes. If she had not been able to see his chest rising and falling, she would have gone to check his pulse for how still he was otherwise. In that same room another soldier sat in a high-backed chair with his head tipped back, eyes closed and snoring like a chainsaw. Not recognizing either man, she guessed they were from one of the other tank crews. The sounds of movement and soft talking to her right had her quietly turning in that direction, hoping to allow the soldiers their well-deserved sleep.

She startled when a head popped around the corner, covering her mouth quickly before a scream could escape. The man had a face that reminded her vaguely of a bulldog, thick jaw and deep-set eyes. He scanned her for a moment in a way that felt more like an assessment than any kind of leering.

He grunted then jerked his head back the way he had come. "This way." He muttered only to disappear just as quickly as he appeared.

Through her heart still hammered in her chest from the unexpected startle, she took a deep breath in an attempt to steel her nerves. Sudden, frightened screaming would most likely get her or someone else shot. It was too early to be shot in her opinion. Best she try to suppress any girly screams for now. Or at least until after she got some sleep.

She followed the man around the corner only to encounter what most likely used to be a kitchen but was missing some key utilities. The faded, peeling wallpaper only added to the desolate feel. Just off center and close to a window facing the river was a table with three men sitting around it. Two others leaned against a countertop, mugs in hand. What quiet conversation had been going before her arrival ceased as she came into view.

"Anna?"

"Good morning." She attempted to smile but worried it came out more as a grimace. The need for sleep was beginning to claw at her mind.

"Sit down," Boyd immediately stood up, gesturing to his chair at the table. "You want some coffee? I reckon we got some left."

"That would be lovely, thank you." Knowing she probably would lose the fight, she went ahead and took his seat. Something she had learned about Boyd Swan over the past almost two weeks she had known him, he was a gentleman but beyond that…. he was stubborn.

Don leaned back in the chair next to her, cigarette between his lips. "Morning." He stated in a gravelly voice, lingering traces of sleep apparent in the sound. He must not have been awake long.

"Good morning." She flashed him a quick smile, willing the warmth to dissipate from her cheeks, or at least hoping no one noticed the blush. This schoolgirl crush on him was ridiculous, and she knew it. A peek of those blue eyes and her heart beat a drumroll in her chest that rivaled any band.

Boyd set a tin cup in front of her, steam tantalizingly drifting out of it. "Didn't think you'd be here this early. Why ain't you sleepin'?" Boyd asked.

She took a sip, the warmth delightful even if the taste was less than desirable. "Um, well, I'm supposed to be but I wanted to see y’all before, or you might come busting down the door again." She directed the last part to Boyd with a mock glare. He was lucky none of the medics carried guns with how he burst into the aid station demanding to see her.

He shrugged unapologetically. "Just wanted to make sure you was alright. We didn't know where you disappeared to. I see you got some new clothes."

"Yeah," she glanced down at the ODs she now wore. They were ill-fitting, clearly meant for a man, not a short nurse. She had to roll up the hems of the trousers and the sleeves multiple times and she swore she still looked like a child playing dress-up in their parent's clothes. On the other hand, they were far warmer than her nurse’s torn uniform and right now, that was more important. "Gene let me have one of their spare medic uniforms."

"Mmm… explains the patch here." Don touched the screaming eagle patch over her upper arm.

It was an innocent, teasing gesture but it still shot sparks through her system. Her eyes jumped up to meet his lingering gaze. He gave her a quick wink before leaning his chair back. The warmth of a blush reappeared on her cheeks. Quickly, she took a sip of her watery coffee, well aware of the others sitting or standing around quietly in the room.

"Gene? That medic with the southern accent?" Boyd asked, leaning against the wall nearby. His question was innocent enough but the scrutinizing look on his face said otherwise.

"Boyd…"

"He just seemed real protective of you, that's all."

She groaned, setting her cup down on the table and dropping her face into her hands. A few chuckles drifted from around the room but she ignored them. Actually, now that she was sitting still with her eyes closed, she could feel a wave of sleep threatening to crash over her and pull her under, with or without her consent. The coffee should have been helping to keep her awake but at this point, the warmth in her belly only made her want to curl up like a cat and doze off.

A conversation picked up around her, two of the men in the room speaking in a low drone. She recognized the sound of the man with the bulldog face, he made some kind of remark that had Don chuckle next to her before replying. Her mind refused to process the words though. The conversation became a background noise as she teetered on the edge of sleep and wakefulness. She should get back to the aid station. She needed to get back to the aid station to help Roe. Yet her body refused to comply.

"Anna."

The soft whisper of her name caught her attention from the sleep-induced haze. She turned her head slightly to meet Don's concerned gaze.

"When did you last sleep?"

"Mmm?"

He huffed at her noncommittal answer. "Did you sleep at all last night?"

"No…. I stayed up to cover so some of the other medics could sleep. I'm fine. I should probably head back."

"Doll, I just watched you fall asleep sitting right there."

"No… I was just… resting my eyes. I should get back."

"Like hell you are." He raised his gaze to look over her head, his volume rising from the whisper they had been speaking in. "Boyd, take Anna upstairs and let her have one of the cots or bed. We'll take her back once she gets some sleep."

"No, it's fine…." She weakly tried to argue but snapped her mouth shut when he turned his gaze back to her.

"If you don't walk up those stairs right now, I'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you up them." Don stated, then took a hit of his cigarette. The statement should have sounded like a joke but with his matter-of-fact tone and the way he watched her, Anna knew he was serious.

"Come on," Boyd put a hand on her shoulder. "We was gonna ask you to check Norman anyway."

That caught her attention. She whipped around to look up at Boyd. "Is he alright? What happened?"

"He's fine. Think he's got a cold.... maybe a fever too."

With that information, she more readily followed the gunner up towards the nearby stairs and up to the second floor. There were four doors in the hallway but he led her to the furthest one on the right. Inside was a bed big enough for two people, a large dresser, nightstand and a short couch off in the corner. What immediately caught her attention though was the figure lying in bed, curled up like a child and coughing with a dry and scratchy sound. Her own exhaustion was forgotten as she darted past Boyd to drop next to the figure under the thick quilt.

"Hey, Norman."

"Anna?" He blearily opened his red-rimmed, glassy eyes. He sniffled, wiping his nose on the edge of his sleeve.

"How are you feeling?"

"Ok…"

"Liar." She teased, running a hand through his hair gently after feeling his forehead. He felt mildly warm but nothing she was too concerned with yet. That cough had her more worried. "What all hurts, Norm?"

"Boyd thinks it's just a cold."

"I know. Running nose, scratchy throat, slight fever… anything else? Headache? Fatigue?"

"Uh huh." He mumbled, eyes closing as he relaxed under her touch, sleep guiding him away from awareness.

He looked so painfully young, lying in the bed. It broke her heart to know this was someone who was forced to kill people on a regular basis. He should be back home and going to school or flirting with his crush or playing baseball with friends. He should not be here. None of them should be here.

Yet here they were.

She looked around her and found his canteen laying just underneath the bed. Picking it up she was pleased it was at least half full.

"Norm, I want you to drink some of this before you fall back asleep. Can you do that for me, please?"

With a painful groan, he shifted enough to drink a couple of mouthfuls of the water before handing it back to her and slinking back down onto the bed. She stood up but was surprised when his hand darted out to grab hers.

"Don't go yet." He said just barely above a whisper. It was the pleading look in his eyes that convinced her.

"Ok, sweetie," she cooed, running her hand over his sweaty forehead again, "I'll stay a little longer."

She looked back over at Boyd, hovering near the door with an expression on his face she could not distinguish.

"Can you fill this back up and get him some of those crackers from your rations?"

Boyd nodded, moving to take the canteen from her hand. "Sure thing. Anythin' else you need?"

"No, I'll stay just for a little bit. Can you come get me in an hour or two? I really need to head back to the aid station."

"You also need to rest. Those bags under your eyes look like permanent bruises now."

"I will." She snapped then immediately felt bad and sighed. "I'm sorry, I will. I promise."

"S'alright. I'll come back in an hour."

"Thank you." She smiled, even if it was only a twitch of her lips. As Boyd walked out, she knelt back down next to the young soldier. His eyes were already closed, breathing slowing as slumber took hold once again. She rested her head on the side of the bed, carding her fingers through his hair. A hacking cough overtook him, startling them both. Once he settled, she continued her ministrations, humming softly. She hoped it was just a cold. That it was nothing more severe.

She made a mental note that when Boyd came her in an hour, she would make sure to ask Gene if anyone had found tea or honey laying around.

*****

Don watched Boyd and Anna go up the stairs. When he turned back, he saw a couple of the men's gaze lingering on the stairs.

"The nurse is off limits." He stated with such finality that had at least one of the men's heads snap towards him. As if his statement sealed an invisible decree, the men in the kitchen turned back to whatever they were doing prior.

Davis looked at him from his spot across the room, leaning against the kitchen counter. "She yours?"

"I thought you don't participate in gossip?"

The other tank commander shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee.

Don ignored the question, even if he could feel Davis' gaze frequently drifting to him. He focused on the map on the table before him. It was not necessary for him to study it but the action had become a habit of his whenever his crew moved to a new location. Knowing what other towns were nearby, rivers, roads, anything that could be of use later, he tried to memorize it. At this point, he figured by the time the war was over he would have most of Europe and North Africa geography permanently seared into his brain.

A couple minutes later, Boyd came back down and returned to his seat next to Don. He scrubbed his face with his hands and sighed deeply. "She's workin' herself too hard. Looks like she ain't slept in a week."

Don kept his thoughts to himself but he was loathed to agree. Exhaustion hung off her like a heavy cape making her feet drag as she walked. Witnessing how easily she fell asleep just sitting at the table did not help her case.

"Told her I'd be back up in an hour to get 'er."

Don raised an eyebrow, looking at his friend. "Are you going to?"

Boyd smirked. "I'll check on her but if she's sleepin', I'm gonna leave her be. Lord knows she needs it." He paused, glancing towards the stairs. "I'd bet my own Bible she's asleep right now."

"Mmm… Norman alright?"

"He's sleepin'. She's takin' care of him."

He was not all surprised. Since they had arrived in Haguenau, Norman's health had plummeted. Don worried for his newest crew member. The poor kid looked miserable and these were certainly less than ideal conditions for someone sick. The kid had a bed and a roof over his bed…. he would pull through. He had too. Don would not even consider the alternative. Especially with Anna now looking after him. The small nurse would mother the hell out of whatever is wrong with the kid. With a smirk at the thought, Don went back to studying the map.

Several hours later, he headed up the stairs to the room he shared with Boyd and Norman.

A runner had come from Captain Winters requesting his presence at noon at HQ. Don agreed, sending the runner back on his way. Boyd met his annoyed gaze and they shared a mutual sigh. So much for them having a reprieve before being sent back out.

Up the stairs he went and down the short hallway. The floorboards creaked under his boots; a sudden memory of his childhood home crossed his mind. Whenever he tried to sneak out of this bedroom as a child, he never could get far because of the damn loud floorboards.

He opened the door slowly, not wanting to startle the room's occupants. As he registered what he saw, it brought a small smile to his lips and he paused at the sight. Norman was still curled up asleep on the bed, mouth open and breathing loud. On the other side of the bed, Anna lay on her side, hands tucked under her face, hair a wild mess around her. Boyd had mentioned when he came up to check on them, he had helped move Anna to the bed with her barely rousing. Clearly more tired than any of them assumed.

Instead of waking her up like he intended to, he found himself closing the door quietly and just watching the two sleep. Yes, he knew it was creepy and if Boyd knew, the gunner would rightly smack him in the back of the head. Would not be the first time after Don did something stupid.

War brings people together in the strangest of way. After the…. accident...he thought he would never have family again. That because of his stupid mistakes, he was destined to be alone forever. Which he rightly deserved. But then he went to war. He was thrown into a tank with four other men who quickly became brothers.

If he needed to be distracted from commands and his own inner demons, he knew sitting down with Gordo would distract him for a while with his crazy stories of home and the shenanigans he did as a teenager. Gordo always had a joke or story to share to lighten the mood.

Grady respected Don as a leader but never let him run him over; he could just as easily return Don's anger-fueled fire as follow his commands. It had taken some time for them to trust and respect one another, their tempers too similar. Now there was an underlying understanding between the two of them, that they took the worst of the jobs, that they would carry the most blood on their hands to spare the others. If Don had to get into a fist fight, there was no one else he would want more by his side.

Then there was the man who had become more than a blood brother, a confidante, a best friend, a moral compass. Even in the first week of tank school, Boyd had looked over at Don one day, said he was proud to be by his side and thought Don was a good man. Don had laughed in Boyd's face but somehow it sealed a pact between them. Boyd's calm demeanor helped keep Don's temper down and even when it did flare up like a roman candle firework, Boyd was always there to rein it in. Neither of them drank so while the others went off to drink away the night, Don and Boyd found themselves sitting together silently and both were more than alright with that.

Norman reminded Don of his little brother so much it physically hurt sometimes. He despised himself that it was HIS fault the boy was forced to lose that innocence he carried. It was HIM that made Norman kill. But this was war, and if they wanted to survive, they needed to be merciless. Don knew he overcompensated by making sure Norman ate and rested when they could. He showed the young soldier how to disassemble and reassemble his rifle, how to stab and slash, how to survive. He refused to let the boy die even through his own stupid mistakes. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, the idea had been planted that making sure Norman survived this goddamn war would be his penance for his own failures.

Before two weeks ago, these were the four people that mattered most to him. Even more than what was left of his blood relations. Losing Red, Norman's predecessor, had felt like a knife to the heart, even if he masked it for all to see. He refused to let the others see him grieve, he had to be strong for them.

Now though, Anna had slipped past his heart's barriers and settled there in a place that he had not realized was empty until her presence filled the prior void spot. She remained in his thoughts more than he cared to admit. Her soft touch, her gentle spirit, those gemstone eyes, that faint scent… it all lingered with him like a summer's heat that no matter what you tried to do, day or night, you could not escape. He swore she was a siren, come to torment him. His life was proof enough he did not deserve someone like her, he never would deserve someone like her. She was gentleness and kindness wrapped up in a person. He was wrath and mistakes that cost people their lives.

Yet still her presence persisted.

Shaking his head, he pulled himself out of his thoughts and moved to her side. He hated to wake her. She looked so peaceful.

"Anna." He whispered. "Anna, wake up."

Overly aware of his actions, he squatted down to be eye level with her. He reached a hand over and brushed some loose strands of hair off her cheek. The sunlight coming through the dirty window made her red hair shine. "Come on, darling. Time to wake up."

He was unsure where the pet name came from but once it left his lips, it felt right. Before he could think too long about it, she began to stir.

She sucked in a sharp breath. Her eyelids fluttered open but once the sunlight hit, they slammed closed once again. "No…" she whimpered, scrunching her nose up in dislike of either the sun or waking up. Either way, he was positive he had never seen anything as adorable before… and he never used the word adorable.

Oh, he was so fucked now.

He chuckled. "Come on, Anna."

"What time is it?"

"Almost noon."

She peeked an eye open at him. "I told Boyd to wake me in an hour."

"Yeah, well we thought you needed some sleep."

Grumbling something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like "overprotective mother hen", she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sat up.

Movement drew Don's gaze over to Norman who was shifting around. His eyes blearily opened; it took a few seconds to come out of sleep. Once his mind seemed to realize Anna was still half laying in the bed less than a foot away from him, he sat up like he had been shocked with electricity.

"Don, I swear nothing happened. We just sleeping, I mean… I don't think…" a bout of coughing interrupted his frantic and hasty explanation.

At that, the tank commander laughed loudly. "I know, Norman." He shifted back towards the door, watching the two amused. Anna's cheeks were pink now but she gave no other indication of hearing Norman's sleepy mumbling.

"How are you feeling, Norm?" She asked, placing the back of her hand on his forehead.

"Alright, I guess."

"Think you can come down and eat?"

He nodded sluggishly. They both rolled out the bed, him moving a bit slower. The whole way out of the door and down the stairs, Anna walked next to him, occasionally putting a hand on his shoulder or giving a word of encouragement.

Don led the way back down, still smirking about Norman's hasty and confused comment. He would have to remember it to rib the kid later on when he was feeling better. Finally making it to the kitchen area, they deposited Norman at the table next to Gordo, who was nursing a cup of coffee. Boyd meandered over from reading on one of the couches in the common room, glasses still perched on his nose.

As soon as Anna saw him, she stomped over and punched him in the arm. "You were supposed to wake me up in an hour."

Boyd winced and tried to shuffle out of range of another strike. "Well, you looked tired."

"What every girl wants to hear, Boyd, thank you."

Don was not the only one laughing at the interaction.

Anna blushed as she seemed to notice the others about the area but ignored them, walking back over to Norman. "You just rest. I'll come back and check on you tonight. I'll see if they have anything to help at the aid station."

The kid nodded then started coughing again.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of him." Gordo said, wrapping an arm around him and giving her a quick wink.

She smiled back, cheeks still pink from her prior blush. "Thanks, Gordo."

Don figured it was time to speak up now. "Let's go, Anna. I'll walk you back." He was surprised when she followed him without hesitation after a quick goodbye to those from his crew.

Don and Davis were lucky to have found an unoccupied house on the western side of Haguenau for their crews, further away from the river and the Germans across it. Binkowski and Peterson and their crews occupied the building just behind them. Here they did not have to worry so much about the frequent mortars and snipers. Though some of the holes in the floorboards were concerning, but it was a roof over their heads.

The tank commander and nurse walked in silence past the other houses and buildings towards the aid station. The frost, hidden in the shadows, crunched under their boots. An unusual silence permeated the air, no shouting or sound of gunfire coming from the river. It made Don wary and he slowed down his typical purposeful stride to match hers, making sure to keep his body between hers and the direction of the river. He knew the action would be useless against a mortar but it helped alleviate some of his worry.

They stopped at the back door to the aid station, the couple brick steps still intact, leading up to a small stoop and the back, wooden door. Don remained on the muddy ground while Anna stepped up onto the first step then turned around to face him.

"Thank you for walking me back."

He hummed, glancing further down the road. "You make sure to eat something now. Can't have you wasting away."

"Isn't that my job to take care of others?" She said cheekily.

"Yeah, doesn't hurt to have someone looking out for you too."

It was a simple, truthful statement. If war taught anything, it was the need for others to watch your back both in dodging bullets and to share meals. War and death were malicious bastards, dragging down anyone into a black hole of melancholy before they could even realize they slipped in the first place. Yet as soon as the words left his mouth, the weight of them hit him firmly in the chest. Instead of meaning it as a comrade or friend, he realized he meant something more. Someone to look out for her in more than just the little things, but in everything. Shit.

Her head snapped up, her gaze meeting his in a way that sent a tingle down his spine. Neither one moved as they stared at one another. The world threatened to fade away around them. She was beautiful, it was a fact. Even in ODs that threatened to swallow her, she still managed to radiate warmth and kindness. He had caught more than one soldier eyeing her up. It burned him up on the inside but he had no right to fight them over their actions. She was not his…. even if he was beginning to wish she was. She was too good for him. Too pure. Too beautiful. His presence would only taint her.

He needed a distraction, something to break the hold they both seemed stuck in. He blurted the first thing that came to mind. "You still have the knife on you?"

She blinked rapidly as if awakening from a dream. "Yes." She stuttered then leaned over slightly to lift her right pants leg up.

He looked down and noticed it strapped to her lower leg, just above her boot. "Good."

Even though the conversation halted, it seemed neither one wanted to move away. Her eyes held his once again as if waiting for something. A sign? A word? A fucking billboard with neon lights? Hell if he knew. The problem was, he could feel it too. There was something shifting between them and it both terrified and elated him.

Before he could stop himself, he reached out and slipped an erratic strand of hair behind her ear. His thumb trailing down her jawline after, her soft skin like velvet against his own roughness. Fuck he had been dying to touch her again. Instead of alleviating the need, now it seemed to burn stronger in him.

"Don…" she whispered as his thumb hinted at touching her lower lip.

The way she said it in that breathy tone, the light in her eyes and the blush on her cheeks, all of it combined sent a bolt of lightning through him that threatened any self-control he had. He wanted to pull her small frame against him, to taste her and see if her lips were as soft as they looked, if that heavenly scent that surrounded her came from her skin or hair. He wanted her. Fucking hell, he wanted her. And if the way her eyes were dilated and her breathing uneven, perhaps she wanted him too.

The door beside them suddenly opened, jolting them both back to reality. Whatever moment they had, dashed away as a paratrooper glared at them then pushed past them.

"I should…."

"Yeah," he said, pulling out a cigarette. He needed to keep his hands busy otherwise he would be tempted to pull her against him. "I'll send someone to come get you later."

"That's not necessary."

"Maybe, but I sure as hell don't like you walking around by yourself."

"Fine." She stood up on her toes and brushed a quick kiss to his jawline, an innocent ode to the last time she kissed him. "Be safe, Sergeant." She whispered against his skin then quickly turned and ducked inside the aid station.

"Damn it." He muttered after his brain finally decided to restart. Such a simple touch should not make him lose all sense. He kicked a loose rock, sticking the cigarette between his lips and lighting it. The smoke curled in his lungs, helping solidify him into reality. He glanced back at the door, briefly wondering what it would be like to storm into the building and kiss her like he wanted too. But before he could do something stupid, he headed towards the regiment HQ, the lingering hint of lilacs danced in the corners of his mind.

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Delusion (1/5)

Trigger Warning: references to alcohol

Summary: she was the only girl in his band whose singing he loved so much. She was the person he truly respected. Andy Miles was someone Hank Williams had an unrelenting obsession with.

Chapter one: Delays

POV Hank

His head was pounding. A haunting rhythm beat against the light pounding in his head. It hurt, and Hank just didn't understand how he'd ever woken up. He had never been so drunk before, not even counting the fact that he was a huge alcoholic drinker.

Yet last night he had exceeded even his own expectations. A slight dryness in his mouth was present even after he had drunk the whole glass of water that his mother had placed in front of him.

Closing his eyes tightly, straining his lids, Williams suddenly opened them, trying to blink before entering the studio where he had to play early in the morning for a small pittance.

Not that he complained much about it. No, he certainly did not want to get up from the cozy bed that kept warm and free himself from the embrace of his "beloved" wife, but his youthful heart still warmed the dream that one day he would step over the threshold of an ordinary musician and be able to achieve something worthwhile. Perhaps he wanted a confession?

It was lucky, at least, that the nausea did not reach him, since he was sure that the alcohol in his stomach would definitely be able to get out, only in an unusual way. And he didn't want to be crouching by the toilet, trying to control himself, and hearing his mother talk about how irresponsible he and Audrey, his wife, were that she didn't even have simple pills.

Pushing the brown door open with the shoulder of his free hand, Hank had already guessed how loud Mr. Pill's voice would be when he complained about being late. It doesn't matter, though. Will these few minutes play anything for airtime?

"Hi," Hank says hoarsely, feeling very tired. Yesterday he came back so late that he just couldn't do anything anymore. How long had he been asleep? A couple of hours?

Williams looked from the black-and-white tiled floor to the boys, his mouth slightly open. They looked a little rumpled, as did Hank himself. It was obvious that they were hungover, too, especially since some of them were smoking. He breathed in the smell. Marlboro? Or Chesterfield? His mind was still too foggy to accurately detect the smell of cigarettes.

The guy blinked a couple of times, as if trying to make sense of what was happening. It seemed that something was missing for an ordinary morning. It was always the same and repeated day after day. The audience apparently liked his program too much.

"Good morning, boss," came the soft voice of Sammy, who was sitting on a dark brown sofa propped up against the wall, his feet propped up on a small table. A young guy who was a guitarist in his band. He was very young, but Hank immediately considered him a good addition to the group.

"Hi, Hank," Don said, looking at the guy standing there, lighting a cigarette and rubbing his light red hair; parallel to that, the hand holding the cigarette, adjusting the glasses that were sticking up on his nose.

Williams grabs a small white mug and takes a sip of coffee. His eyes narrowed slightly. Cold coffee. Although, it is worth noting, it was refreshing, but so disgusting. Who can drink coffee cold?

Setting the cup down on the dark piano that didn't seem to have been used for a long time, Hank set the guitar case on a small, flimsy chair, taking out the instrument.

"Where's Andy?" the man asked as he took the guitar out of the hard gray case that barely fit in his car.

Andy Miles was the only girl who played in his band. She was the only one who comforted him after another quarrel with his wife. She was the only one who understood him. She was the one he had fallen in love with.

Hank didn't know if his feelings for Audrey were real, or if it was all just a multi-second infatuation. A joke that later turned into endless quarrels that always ended in nothing. However, meeting Andy definitely changed a lot in his life.

Hank could have been lyrical, but why? What is the point of expressing yourself in beautiful speeches, if you can convey it in light, superficial words? Although, if it were up to him, he would definitely dedicate the odes and all the songs that he allegedly composed for his wife to the girl of his dreams.

Clearly lost in thought, Hank was completely distracted, not even noticing that the guys were already tuning their instruments, preparing for the mat to fall on them.

"She's not here," he always had to bring his wife into the studio, pestering him about what she wanted to sing on his show. As if she could sing. As if she could do anything at all.

Hank sighed, lifting the guitar to the top and running his long fingers along the strings, wanting to adjust the rhythm and hear the sound he wanted to achieve.

I wish Andy would come soon.

"Williams," comes the loud voice of Howard Pill, heading toward the fearful Hank. He knew that his boss would speak loudly, but he did not foresee that his steely voice would be a headache. Why can't he keep his voice down? "You decided to spend 12 minutes of airtime? This shit won't go away, and you smell like a beer barrel; you all stink," Williams saw how angry the man was. Not that he would care about his anger. No, he would definitely take into account everything Howard was saying and try not to be late, but who knew this would happen today?

Do people have the right to choose what condition they wake up with in the morning? Anyway, at least let Mr. Pill take into account that he came at all. Otherwise, Hank could just drop the case and stay home.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pill," the empty words coming out of Hank's mouth were just a defensive reaction. No, he was by no means sorry that he was late. Although listening to loud voices was a problem.

Still, it was a good thing that his mother had woken him up so early and made sure that he didn't disturb his wife's sleep. He certainly didn't want to have an increased headache when Audrey was hitting the high notes in the pen. The man blinked, looking up, trying to meet Mr. Pill's steady gaze.

"To me, these are empty words," his gaze was stern and he was clearly trying not to lose his temper. "We're working here, you idiot. And where is Miles?"

Williams pursed his lips, unable to find an answer. He knew about her love of being late, but even so, Andy was always on time. Maybe five minutes late, but Hank had the songs that could be played without another extra guitar. Although the sound of the girl's instrument has always been excellent.

"I'll throw her out of the show, I swear to God," Mr. Pill muttered softly, shaking his head and sighing. Did he dislike them that much? Or was he just jealous of the show's success? If that success ever existed.

Hank's attentive gaze followed his boss as he made his way to the recording department, a certain booth where audio tuning and recording takes place.

Right now, Hank wished Andy was here. Because I would have covered for him, going against Mr. Pill and his rules. Sometimes it seemed to Hank that she didn't care if she was on time or not. Hank was slightly weaker.

He could listen to all those menacing words being uttered against him, endure all this unthinkable humiliation, knowing that his boss would not remove this show. He knew how many listeners he had. But still, he rarely dared to say anything against his boss.

He was definitely attracted to Andy. And for the most part it was in the moral sense, because Williams himself rarely thought about the girl he loves physically. He wanted her, yes, but not in terms of sex. He didn't want a simple one-night stand. He wanted something unthinkable. He wanted pure and pure love. The kind of love his mother had told him about.

"Start the countdown," Howard Pill says, nodding his head in Hank's direction, and he just lifts his lip.

"Three, two, one," comes the clear voice of the DJ, who is already wearing headphones and completely immersed in his work, unlike the musicians, who are still hungover and intoxicated. Hank continued to feel sick.

With a deft step, Hank walked over to the microphone, smiling slightly, as if he didn't want the audience to know about the quarrels that were going on at the place they loved so much.

"Friends and listeners, I wish you a good early morning. This is Hank Williams and the Drifting Cowboys. We are very sorry that we started a little later. But yesterday we were picked up by the cops on Route 31..."

There was a slight chuckle. Hank turned his head in the direction of the sound, grinning slightly, already guessing who it was.

***

POV Andy

Feeling her legs begin to ache from running so fast, trying to get to the studio, Andy had never felt so anxious and overworked in her life.

The hangover after alcohol, she always endured steadfastly and her mind almost did not react to it, apparently already so accustomed to the dose received. No, of course, her head still ached, and her hands were constantly shaking from the alcohol, but she never felt an immediate nausea.

Her hangover was accompanied only by a headache and shaking hands, which would soon have to caress the strings of her favorite guitar, wanting to please the boss and the audience.

Pursing her lips, Miles took a quick, brisk step toward the necessary door. Unfortunately, the distance from her home to the studio was huge and so she had to wake up very early in the morning to at least have time to get there, which certainly did not please her.

She had never been flattered by the prospect of having to sleep through the early hours of the morning. And wake up for what? For the little money she lived on? Although, most likely, only the desire for the love of the public did not stop her.

She always wanted to be loved by people. She had always wanted to feel this need for human attention, for human adoration.

Blinking a couple of times, she paused at the dark door, knowing that she would probably hear Mr. Pill swear at her and threaten her when he told her that he would fire her from the show. Although these moments didn't really bother Andy.

She didn't give a damn about his opinion, which was completely out of line with hers. She would have taken it into account, but she would have continued to do things her own way. Besides, isn't that the beauty of life? Do whatever you want and not listen to people who write you some rules?

Andy chuckled, shaking her head and feeling her hands begin to shake. Again this period, if only to endure. She wished long ago that she had bought a cigarette, though she could have used one now.

"...But yesterday we were picked up by the cops on Highway 31... " came Hank's tired voice, and the girl chuckled, letting out a light and slightly hoarse chuckle. She immediately felt her friend's gaze on her and his reflected grin.

His band, which has so graciously accepted another under-performing musician into its already overstuffed line-up, dreaming that he could become famous. And this feeling in her never disappeared.

No, she often began to have feelings that it was worth putting a bolt on all this and stop, but what kept Miles from doing was believing in herself. Confidence had to be nurtured, but Andy had never felt humiliated in her life. The main credo in her life was that it was not worth giving up. Otherwise, it can turn into a disaster and bad consequences. Just like when I was a kid.

Quickly shaking her head in different directions, the girl mentally gave herself a slap on the head, feeling the burning gaze of Mr. Pill directed at her. Pulling out her guitar, the case that was currently laid on the bed, Andy looked at her boss, smiling a tight smile and walking with easy grace to the second free microphone.

"With my alcohol resistance," Andy suddenly chimed in, pulling her guitar over her neck and taking off her hat, exposing her short dark hair and running a hand through it, " I also apologize for starting so late. To be honest, my head is splitting."

Miles looked at Hank, as if telling him to continue. He nodded.

"I don't think you knew this, but yesterday we were performing in a small bar on the outskirts of town and, fortunately or unfortunately, we couldn't refuse the free alcohol offered," Hank chuckled, and there was a light laugh from the guys.

Andy grinned as she began to wrap the gauze around her fingers, not wanting them to hurt any more. It wasn't for her at all. Wrapping and protecting your fingers was an extremely important decision.

What would she do if her right hand wasn't protected? Her fingers would have been damaged.

The girl wrapped her arms around the guitar, leaning even closer to the low microphone.

"And now, anticipating your wishes, we will perform the song “Honky Tonkin'' for you. Hank wrote it not so long ago and we are sure that you will definitely like it."

Hank was a genius, and if Miles heard that, she would definitely say it was true. He was the man who continued to inspire her. The man who kept her on the case. The one who replaces her older brother.

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Reese... i am absolutely clueless but i don't WANT to be. so. please explain to me who Zaeed is. i wanna know everything. what's his story. where is he from. what does he do. what is he like. literally use this as an excuse to talk about him at length and also tell me how he came into your life, pls and thank u!!! -heavenshipped

@heavenshipped

he's an old pissy mercenary with a fucked up face, a fat ass, and one good eyeball.

"isn't that just slade?" you may be thinking and the answer to that is........

no, but actually, yes.

also there do be light mentions of drugs and general Junkie ShenanigansTM below

he's a dlc squadmate that shows up in mass effect 2. unfortunately being dlc means there's a lot of content and ideas that were originally cut, and there's not as many dynamic conversations w him as there are with others. he's also not romanceable but it works for selfshipping because any of the romanceable characters (and one other who isn't) are too tied to my shepards for me to ship with them.

i've actually been Looking Respectfully for a while but it was before i started selfshipping so i didn't really do much aside from curse bioware and the home of phobia of not letting us romance him.

i'm still fleshing out the details of our ship but i'm thinking i grew up on earth, it was inherently BadTM so i jumped at the first chance to hit up a colony. it did not go any better, and i just spent a lot of time hopping from place to place, causing mild chaos and abusing Many, Many substances.

when we do meet it's because i was running a con/hustle to get some quick credits, and zaeed thought i was a Literal Child that was about to Get Murdered by some pissed off aliens and intervened. i lost out on my money marks, he discovered i was actually An Adult and it left us in an awkward position of 'well, what now?'

for reasons he cannot immediately parse, he decides to give me a place to crash, initially just temporarily. we're having a grand ol time when i suddenly inform him mid sentence that i may have Taken Too Much and proceed to hit the floor and have a mild drug induced seizure in the middle of his kitchen.

for reasons he also cannot parse, he decides against his initial thought of dumping me in an alley and instead locks me in his bathroom and proceeds to detox my ass after he digs through my bag and sees just how many drugs i have on me.

(later on we pointedly ignore any medical professional who comments that detoxing someone in this way is dangerous as hell and you're more likely to kill them anything else because like. we know. it was fine. move on, we sure did.)

i spend the first three and a half days beating on the bathroom door and telling him all the ways i'm gonna eviscerate him if he doesn't open the door and give me my fucking shit back.

all total it takes about 10 days to clean me out, with him opening the bathroom long enough to make sure i'm at least drinking fluids if i won't eat. withdrawal kills your appetite, and makes you prone to puking for no reason.

the 11th day, i'm sitting at the table in the kitchen of the shitty rental apartment on whatever crappy colony we're on while he scrambles eggs and fries bacon and i ask him why the hell he bothered with any of this.

"beats me," he says. "i'm normally not one for doing anything that doesn't have a payoff in the end."

"i guess it beats waking up behind a dumpster again," i say.

after that we kind of just fall into a natural rhythm with each other, a weirdly comfortable fit despite his usual aversion to others and my inherent skittishness around them.

it takes a while for him to think about it, to realize that maybe it was just the timing of everything. maybe even he of all people was tired of never being able to put anything back into the galaxy. maybe the way i just calmly announced 'oh shit, i'm ODing again', with more annoyance and exhaustion in my voice than panic just stuck out to him. made him think of all the people he's run into before, lost and strung out and on their own.

all of them dead or dying and none of them knowing it yet.

maybe he just wanted to know if he could even keep someone alive, rather than being a walking curse and death sentence for anyone he meets.

maybe he was just lonely, and figured i was too.

he never really settles on one single answer that seems like it fits, and after a while, he figures it doesn't matter. what happened, happened.

and more importantly, it happened exactly the way it needed to, and thats all that really matters.

by the time the events of ME2 start, and commander shepard comes to recruit zaeed, i'm figuring him and i have been together about 5-7 years.

after the events of me2 and 3, and after the reaper war is over, zaeed uses his money he's been hoarding all these years and we buy a plot of land of bekenstein. the only thing on it is a dock on a lake that needs some TLC.

we build a two story cabin bit by bit, and zaeed of course builds a weapons bunker underneath, "just in case". there's a porch on the second story, a hot tub in the back yard, and a fireplace in the living room.

he spends the mornings drinking coffee and watching the sunrise, and the evenings with scotch and a cigar, watching it set, and every time he's amazed the both of us lived long enough to get to settle into something as mundane as this.

there's also stuff obviously related to me2 and 3 that i'm fleshing out of course.

also, this is some of the best content of the whole game and it's a simple fact.

also related to the above video:

i have a cheap ass, well worn, purple plush krogan toy that probably ended up costing him as much as a case of heat sinks and a whole fucking box of other prizes from the same claw machine.

oh!

we both got drunk one time and ended up at a vegas style space chapel, and neither of us have any recollection about it. he doesn't even know until he's visiting the citadel one day and the citadel tourism VI has his name hyphenated to massani-wilson.

"fuckin wot did you just call me?" "records indicate you and reese wilson-massani were married three years ago at-" "the goddamn hell we were-" "-Slicky Rickys Love Shack" "oh goddamn it. well, that explains the matching rings."

i also love the idea this comes out after shepard's recruited him, and shepard is just like

"wait you two have had matching ring for three years and didn't wonder what it was about?" "reese gets sentimental about weird shit, i figured it was just that." "well, cerberus didn't hire you for your critical thinking skills, i guess." "keep talkin' shepard and you'll be learning to do it out your arse." "i do that well enough already." "fair enough."

#txt.txt #*asks #ship: stubborn goddamn jackasses #drugs tw #im also not entirely sure how hyphenated names really work i just like the idea for this and reelix our original names #are first and the married name second. also god i sure hope this doesn't show up in the tumblr search hhghghfhf #if it does: please be nice i'm just minding my own business

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vampsiltonpitch · 3 years

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Get to know me tag

Thanks for tagging me, @iminthisstanshit 💛

Gonna put a cut here, bc it’s longgg...

When is your birthday: October 23rd

What is your favourite colour: Blueeeee

What is your lucky number: I don't have one and I've always wondered how people choose theirs 👀

Do you have any pets: Not rn, but I used to have a fish

How tall are you: 1.65 m

How many pairs of shoes do you have: I have... a lot. I’m pretty sure I’m over 20. Ik I don’t need so many of them, but. Yes.

Favourite song: I can’t choose just one! I’m just gonna go with some kind of top 3 favorites I’d never get tired of, which would be, “Baby I’m Yours” by Arctic Monkeys, “Read My Mind” by The Killers, and “Ode To The Mets” by The Strokes.

Favourite movie: Again, top 3, “How to lose a guy in 10 days”, “Interestellar”, and “Hercules” (the Disney one!)

What would be your ideal partner: There’s no ideal for me, tbh. Like, I don’t have a list of specific things I’d like that person to have. But if they have a pretty smile, like to read, and smell good, that’d be cool hahah

Do you want children: Not something I’ve reeeeeally been dreaming about since kid, but I’m not opposed to it. It’s like, if it happens, it happens, and if it doesn’t, then it doesn’t. I’d be okay with both, I think (or at least think as of now). :)

Have you ever gotten in trouble with law: Nope, I’m quite the pacifist lmao

What colour socks are you wearing: They’re neon green omg

Bath or shower: Shower, always. I don’t really get the point of having baths asjkjs

Favourite type of music: I’m not sure if I’ve got one, bc my all playlists go super random. I’d classified it as varied.

How many pillows do you sleep with: I only use one, but I’ve three

Which position do you sleep in: If it’s not face-down, then it’s sideways, mainly to the left bc I’ve got reflux since I was a baby, sAD

What don't you like when you are sleeping: When I wake up in the middle of the night bc my bladder doesn’t know how to wait until the morninG, C’MON!

What do you have for breakfast: It depends on the day and how many time I’ve got for it, but I never go without coffee or tea.

Have you ever tried archery: Never, but that’d be cool

Favourite fruit: Strawberries<3.

Favourite swear word: I don’t swear that often, if ever hahah so I don’t have one, sorry kajsksj

Do you have any scars: Who doesn’t? I don’t have many that really stand out, but one of the biggest ones is on my hand from when I got burned with the clothes iron as a kid. 🤪

Are you a good liar: I’ve got away with so many of them in my life, I’m actually ashamed of saying yes...

What is your personality type: I’m always bad at describing it, but I guess I’d go with... easy going, super talkative, a good listener, random at times... Is it okay if label myself as kind and nice, too? Idk hahah

What is your favourite type of girl: Is this romatic-related? Friendship-related? Fiction-related? Too vague, guys. Too vague...

Left or right handed: Rightttt

Favourite food: BBQ RIBS WITH FRIES, MY BELOVEDSSS

Are you clean or messy: If you pay enough attention, you’ll notice there’s a cleanliness to my mess lmao

Favourite foreign food: I loooove pizza, sushi, and there are these two Korean meals called jjajangmyeon and tteokbokki that I just 🥰

How long does take for you to get ready: Tbh, it depends on the day. Sometimes I can get ready in half an hour, other’s it’ll take me two. What’s time, anyway?

Most used phrase: I tend to use the “STOP” and “PLEASE” a lot, but without context they’ve got no real meaning. Not that they’re a phrase, but..............

Are you a good singer: I can only wish

Do you sing to yourself: Yes! Not always, but it does happen.

Biggest fear: Not knowing what’s gonna happen to my loved ones once I pass away... Wait. Was it too dark? It was, wasn’t it? I guess I’d say fire, then. Prefer not to be close to it, thanks.

Do you like long or short hair: For myself, long. Tried to deal with short hair once and, nO. A BIG MESS. For the rest of the world, suit yourselves, guys!

Are you into gossip: I mean, aren’t you?

Extrovert or introvert: Actually I’m neither! I’m an ambivert, which is... interesting, I guess. Story time! Since I was a kid, I was always stuck in the middle, bc I fit in both depending on the situation, the people, the context, conditions, etc. I got my confirmation in high school. We were having this personality test kind of class in vocal orientation to see whether we were introverts or extroverts, and in what kind of profession we'd fit more. I came 50/50. The professor, who was also a psychiatrist, made me take a lot of tests, even those in online-completely-not-professional sites, and the results were always the same. So the conclusion was, "Hey, Nic, you're an ambivert. Congrats!" And that was that! 😂

Favourite school subject: Anything that was language-related. I love languages!

What makes you nervous: Er... many things. One of those could be when I was in school and the teachers started asking questions at random, bc what if they ask me and I don’t know the answer? A nightmare.

Who was your first real crush: There was this boy that went to kindergarten with me who was my very first little boyfriend lmaooo and technically, we never broke up! I just remember that we were A Thing, then summer came, and when we went back, he was gone. I just find it sad that his parents changed him schools and I never got to say goodbye. Anyway, shout out to Paulo Cesar! Hope you’re okay, wherever you are! 🤪

How many piercings do you have: Three!

How fast can you run: I avoid ruining. At all costs.

What makes you angry: Whenever people are rude for no reason. Like, it doesn’t cost a cent to be polite??? I’m sorry if you’re having a bad day, but it’s not my fault, you know?

Do you like your own name: I didn’t at first, and I used to change it. Now I’m okay with it.

What are your weaknesses: Why does this feel like a job interview? Akajskjas anyway, I tend to procrastinate a lot. Also, I’m a perfectionist to a point where I get frustrated pretty often if things don’t go as I would’ve liked to. Not my best moments, I’d dare say. 🙃

What are your strengths: Saw last point? Well. I do procrastinate, but once I get to work, I don’t stop until I finish. We could say I’m quite dedicated. And I learn fast, too! (Really, is this a job interiew?)

What is the colour of your bedspreads: Gray

What is the colour of your rooms walls: Lilac

DONE!! If you actually read all this, you’ve got my entire respect and you own my heart. Thank you so much for dealing with my stuff hahaha 🥺

I’m gonna tag @larrysballetslippers, @holyshit, @skyfulloflarry, @riddleandpottersittinginatree, @chaleshezza, @jostens-pitchtwo, and whoever else wants to do this. BYE. 💛

#tagged #💛

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Lean not on your own understanding

Whoa Bessie

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They wake Sunday morning to a white blanket of snow covering the ground outside the apartment. The parking lot has yet to be plowed, and it appears it’s still too early for neighbors and kids to disturb the perfect crystalline layer.

“Did you watch the weather last night?” James asks sleepily, looking out the window as he toes around for his slippers.

“No, we were watching Discovery Channel...” Steve opens a drawer and yanks on his fleece-lined jeans, then tosses a pair of warm sweats at James.

“‘S pretty,” James says as he dresses.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees. “I hate to disturb it, but we probably need to go find the car.”

“Huh?”

“Under the snow. Pick up the wipers, chip off the ice.” Steve shrugs. “Just in case it gets worse, you know? I don’t know if they’ll cancel work tomorrow, and it’s always good in case of emergency...”

“You and your logic.” James pulls his boots from the closet and looks sideways at Steve. “Tie me up?”

“Sure.”

Once they’re properly swaddled in coats, hats, and gloves, Steve leads the way out to the parking lot, using the ice chipper brush like a conductor’s baton as he hums ‘ode to joy’ out of tune. “I don’t think I’ve had a snow day since we were kids,” he says.

“It’s not a snow day,” James corrects. “It’s Sunday.”

“Is too.” Steve crunches into a snowdrift that comes up past his ankle. “Geez, that’s cold.”

“Ha,” James laughs. “Be grateful it isn’t sand. Burning hot, ten fucking pounds, and rubbing the top of your foot raw.”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll take the snow...” Steve swishes his feet to clear a path for James.

The car is properly buried, with a decent six inches of white cap on its hood and roof. The windshield is snowy as well, and when Steve wipes at it with the brush side of the ice chipper, there’s a semi-transparent layer frozen over it as well.

“Great...” Steve flips the ice chipper and starts in on the hardened frost. He finishes one side and is about to round the car to get to the other when a cold, wet blur explodes in his face.

Steve swears and turns around, wiping at his eyes.

“Sorry, Stevie, my aim sucks,” James laughs.

“Oh, this is how it is?” Steve pulls an armful of snow off the car’s hood and wads it into a loose ball. He throws it in James’s general direction, satisfied when he hears the crunch of freeze against cloth.

“Aw, come on.” James moves further back, toward the apartment wall. Steve grins, drops the ice chipper in front of the car, and follows. He sprints as best he can, dragging his hand to pick up snow as he goes. Once Steve has a decent ball, he lobs it at James, who holds his arm in front of his face to block.

Steve’s snowball hits James in his stump shoulder, and he stumbles. His arm shoots out to the side to balance him out, and his hand finds the paneled wall of the apartment building. He doesn’t seem to catch himself, though, for soon after his hand hits, so does his elbow, then his shoulder.

Then, before Steve can get a handle on what’s happening, there’s an earsplitting crack, and a shower of shimmering blue-grey something tumbles down in front of, and seemingly on top of, James. James yelps, and Steve runs full speed again, desperate to get back to his side.

“Buck?” Steve skids in on his knees and grabs James’s shoulder. Ice is everywhere, broken into pieces of various sizes that litter the ground and stick to James’s hair and clothes.

James doesn’t respond. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his arm wraps protectively around his upper chest. His breath is shallow and fast, and Steve’s willing to bet his heart rate is skyrocketing as well.

“Ok, ok,” Steve murmurs, using his arm to brush away some of the ice chips. A full-on icicle sits in the nook between James’s arm and chest, and Steve grabs it and tosses it over his shoulder. “I think it’s ok. I think the roof just threw up ice all over you...”

James still doesn’t say anything. He opens his eyes a crack, then parts his dry lips. His breathing doesn’t slow.

“Bucky.” Steve settles himself in the snow in front of James and gently takes his cheek in one hand. “It’s ok.”

James responds by jerking back, sputtering.

“Alright, too cold.” Steve withdraws his hand. “I”m sorry.” He shifts on his knees. “Do you think I can get you inside?”

“Hm.”

It doesn’t matter if it’s an affirmative; Steve’s going to take it that way. He weaves his arm under James’s and pulls him to his feet. James drags his boots, but doesn’t protest as Steve helps him toward the front door.

By the time they get there, James’s face is white as the snow, and it’s tinged grey around the temples and chin.

“You sick?” Steve asks.

James shakes his head.

“You sure?”

“Nothing in me,” James mutters.

He has a point. They had gone out before breakfast. Before coffee even.

“Do you want some tea?” Steve asks. “Something to warm you up?”

James shakes his head.

“What about meds?”

“They make me feel weird.”

“Ok...” Steve unzips James’s jacket and helps him out of it. Then he removes his own and tentatively puts his arm around James’s shoulders. “This ok?”

James nods. “Warm is... good.”

“What do you want?” Steve asks. “What can I do?”

James looks at him sideways. “Do we, um. Still have the Fireball from New Years?”

“Uh, yeah,” Steve replies, raising his eyebrows. “That’ll make you plenty warm.”

James nods. “That’ll be good, then.”

“You want me to let you drink yourself sick, like back in the college days?” Steve cracks a grin.

“I don’t know about that... Might be too old...”

“As long as you let me have a shot, you do whatever you want,” Steve says, relieved at least that James seems to be calming down.

“Sure.” James nods. He leans in so his head rests on Steve’s shoulder. “Yeah.”

“Good,” Steve says softly. “I get the bottle, you get the glasses?”

“Ok.” James doesn’t pull away. “Thanks,” he whispers. “This is good.”

#Whoa bessie #marvel #mcu #fanfic #fanfiction #panic attack #sickfic #hurt/comfort #angst #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #Winter Soldier

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taehyungiestummy · 5 years

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Return to Paradise -- Chapter Eleven

Masterlist Previous Next

Warnings: Language! (If you know the reference, nice)

Word Count: 3763

“You don’t have to pee,” I whisper to myself. “You really don’t have to pee. Mind over matter. Just don’t think about it.”

It would be just my lucky to need to pee in the middle of the night when the darkness is my weakness. My bladder is always ready to betray me.

“Fuck it,” I groan, sitting up, eyes open to try adjusting to the dark. “I’ll get up to pee, you stupid bladder.”

After letting my eyes adjust to the dark, so I can see my surrounds, I slowly make my way out of my bunk. Careful not to make too much noise that would make Emily wake up.

Once on the ground, I look to my phone on my desk to use as a flashlight. Instead of the soft glow of a nightlight, it is buzzing with an incoming phone call.

“The hell,” I yawn, unplugging my phone to get a better look.

The face lighting up my screen is the one and only Min Yoongi.

I swipe to answer, bringing my phone up to my ear. “Hello?” I cautiously whisper.

“Amber, you picked up,” Yoongi slowly says in Korean.

“Yes, is something wrong?” My brain is not awake enough to speak anything but English.

“Well, I need you to do me a favor,” he sighs.

“And what would that be?” I fumble through Korean.

“Come to the studio and hang with me. I need some company.”

“What are you doing at the studio at…Wait, what time is it?”

“Um, half past three.”

“Why are you even at the studio? You guys had a day off.”

“I write songs, and I needed my equipment, so I came to the studio. Oh, you’ve never seen the space where we go to write and make music.”

“Yoongi, you are so lucky that I was getting up to pee.”

He chuckles, “So, you are coming? Ah, I am so happy I didn’t wake you.”

“How will I get there?”

“I sent a taxi to your apartment, so it should be there soon.”

“You sent a taxi before confirming I would be going.”

“I knew you would say yes,” he chuckles.

“What if I didn’t pick up?”

“I’d just keep calling until you did.”

“Ah, okay. Well, I am going to pee, get somethings together, and see you in a bit.”

“Oh, and little one.”

“Yes?” I hum.

“The taxi is going to stop at a twenty-four-hour coffee shop. I want a coffee. Get yourself something too.”

“Sure, sure,” I smile. “I’ll text you when I am almost there.”

“You are the beset. See you soon.”

The call ends and I begin my tasks. First, using my phone for light, I find my Hello Kitty backpack, shoving the manga I’m reading, my notebooks, and the novel I am slowly working through into it. Then I change out of my pajamas into real clothes. More than a little angry that I have to put on a bra this early in the morning. I get over it, making up for it with comfy black sweats and a size too big sweatshirt with the boys’ names on it. I also snatch my glasses and put them on, so I don’t forget them.

Quietly, I leave my room and head to the bathroom across the hall. I do my business, and then I head out to the living room. I’ve decided to leave a note, so I quickly write one up, leaving it where Nari and Emily can clearly see.

Once I assure everything is taken care of, I slip out of the apartment. My backpack over one shoulder, flipflops on my feet, and my phone in hand, I make my way to the taxi waiting to take me to the Big Hit Building.

The ride is a blur as the man only asks for my name before driving off. It turns out that he is actually a driver for Big Hit that works the early morning shift, so he knows what is going on. He also has money for the coffee shop from Yoongi, which is good because I only have an emergency stash in my backpack. He’s even a sweetheart and goes in for me with the order, giving me some time to rest my head and think about what the hell I am doing.

“Miss,” the soft voice of the driver pulls me out of the grasp of sleep.

“I’m awake,” I slowly open my eyes, unbuckling and putting my backpack on. “Thank you,” I slightly bow.

“Any time,” he nods.

I fumble out of the backseat, taking the coffee, hot chocolate, and bag of cookies from the driver, and then walking into the Big Hit building. My eyes scan the lobby for Yoongi, finding him in seconds.

“Little one,” Yoongi smiles as I step up to him. His voice music to my ears.

“Hi Yoongi,” I yawn, handing him his coffee. “I got cookies too,” I giggle.

“I am king od hungry,” he grins. He’s wearing black pants, a black shirt, white high-top Converse, and black glasses in a style like mine. “I’m glad you came. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“It’s hard, I am just so unforgettable,” I smirk, fixing my glasses. “Nice glasses, too.”

“Thank you. You look cute, as always.”

“Yoongi, you are getting soft because of me.”

He chuckles, “No, I’m only soft for you.” He puffs out one cheek and taps it with his index finger.

I push onto my toes to give me the inches to press my lips to his cheek. “Can we get to your studio please?”

“Sure, little one,” he puts his arm around my shoulder, leading me to the elevators. “Your backpack is very cute. You really like Hello Kitty, don’t you?”

“I do,” I take a sip of my hot chocolate. “I know it makes me seem like a child, but I don’t care.”

“I don’t think it does.”

The elevator dings and the doors open. The two of us step inside, Yoongi pressing the floor number.

“Stay a kid at heart though, growing up sucks,” Yoongi messes with the ends of my hair.

“I think that I will,” I happily sigh.

Our journey is silent from then on. My tired brain not even stirred awake by my hot drink.

“Here’s the studio,” Yoongi speaks up as he opens the door to our destination.

“So cozy and workable,” I scan the room.

There’s a board of buttons with a laptop open in the middle of it, a bookshelf with an assortment of items, a couch off to the side, and two comfy office chairs.

“Next year I’ll have my own studio,” Yoongi nods. “Or maybe even later this year if I can convince the higher ups that I need it. I’m tired of this.”

“I’d come to your studio and watch you do your thing,” I smile, wondering where I can sit.

“Have a seat,” Yoongi motions to a chair, sitting in the other one. He places his coffee on the table part of the soundboard.

“So, I need to be quiet now,” I toss my backpack down near the chair before taking my seat.

“Speak up if you need something,” he looks at me. “Do you have something to say?”

I bring my knees up to my chest, getting a manga volume out of my backpack. “How are you not tired?”

“Slept all day,” he reaches over and takes a cookie out of the bag.

“Ah, I should have guess,” I giggle. “You can get to work now.”

Yoongi tenderly smiles, “I’m here if you need anything, little one.”

“I know,” I smile back.

He turns to his laptop, placing headphones over his ears.

I take a cookie for myself before placing the bag by Yoongi’s coffee.

As time goes by, I do my best to stay awake. Reading calms me down, and with a stomach full of cookies and warmed with hot chocolate, I feel myself slowly drifting off. My eyes close as I curl into myself. Sleep overtakes me in a short moment.

*~*~*~*~

Yoongi is too into creating a song for his mixtape to realize that Amber has fallen asleep. Her presence in the room is enough to clam him and get the inspiration flowing.

After some time though, he notices that the girl he thinks of as a sister has been too quiet. He slides his headphones off and turns to look at the girl.

“Oh, little one,” Yoongi sigh. “That looks uncomfortable.”

Amber is curled up in the office chair, a manga volume in her lap, and her hands still clutching her now cold cup of hot chocolate.

“You are adorable,” Yoongi slowly takes the cup form her hands, placing it next to his now empty coffee cup. “Didn’t even take your glasses off,” he sigh, sliding her glasses off her face. He grabs her manga next, placing it next to the cookie bag and setting her glasses on top of it.

Yoongi is not one to work out as hard as the younger ones seem to do, but he knows that he has enough muscle to pick Amber up and transfer her to the small couch. He marvels at how light she is, needing to have never worried.

Amber mumbles, shifting around as he body finds a comfortable position on the couch. All the while she stays asleep.

“That’s better,” Yoongi grins, moving hair out of her face. “Gah, still so cute. Maybe I will write a song about you.” He sits back down in his chair.

Amber’s mouth falls open as soft snores begin to be produced by her.

“Tae is very lucky to have found you,” Yoongi places his headphones back on. “I’m lucky to have gained a sister from you.”

********

Yoongi and I enter the dorm, lunch time having already passed. It’s was a productive day for Yoongi at the studio, but he was starting to feel bad for keeping me there all day.

“I can’t believe you moved me,” I chuckle; Korean feeling almost as comfortable as English. “I’m heavy.”

“You are so light,” Yoongi ruffles my hair as we slip our shoes off. “And you looked so uncomfortable.”

“Thanks for lunch,” I reach up and mess with his hair. “Always treating me to the best.”

“Ah, thank you for coming to keep me company,” he gently slaps my hands away.

The two of us walk farther into the dorm, ending in the living room where everyone is. Seokjin is in the recliner smiling as he texts away. Jimin, Jungkook, and Hoseok are on the floor playing a video game on the TV. Namjoon and Emily are snuggled up on the end of the couch farthest from me. The two seem to be talking. Taehyung is lying on the end of the couch nearest to me, playing a game on his phone.

“Tae Tae,” I throw my backpack onto the floor and jump to land next to Taehyung, rolling onto him from there.

“Ah, jagiya,” Taehyung’s arms wrap around my back. “Nice to see you.”

“Sorry I kept her from you, Tae,” Yoongi says. “Inspiration and what not.”

“It’s fine, if she had fun,” Taehyung smiles.

“I did. Yoongi and I had so much fun,” I reply.

“Good to hear,” Taehyung runs his hand over my hair.

“I’ll be off to take a shower then,” Yoongi nods before walking off.

“I like my view from down here,” I tilt my head up to look at Taehyung, my chin resting in the middle of his chest.

“Why is that?” Taehyung smiles, looking down at me. One of his hands lowers to rest on my butt.

“Because I can see the cute mole on your lip, as well as the one on the tip of your cute nose. Also, maybe I just like being able to look at your face.”

“You think my nose is cute?”

“Of course,” I manage to tickle his sides, earning a chuckle from my boyfriend. “You are cute, Tae, all of you.”

“You’re cute too.”

“I try,” I roll off Taehyung, scooting up so I can connect our lips in a kiss.

Taehyung keeps and arm around my waist to keep me close, trying to advance the simple kiss into something more.”

I pull away, “Are you excited for our date tomorrow?”

“I get to see you all dress up, so of course. I’m not one for fancy dinner dates, but it gets you in a dress.”

I roll my eyes, “Our first date was a fancy dinner. Why didn’t you say you didn’t like them?”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like them. I just like smaller, quitter things. But, if I get to be with you, I am happy doing anything.”

“I am planning our next date,” I wrap my arms around his middle. “I don’t know when it will be, since July is getting closer and closer.”

“A whole month together,” Taehyung smiles.

“Hey Amber,” Jungkook speaks up, not once looking away from the TV. “I know you probably want to cuddle and talk to Tae for the whole day, but what about joining us so we can have teams of two.”

“Hm, sounds tempting,” I focus on the shooting game they are playing. “How about I put my glasses on and still have Tae cuddle me?”

“As long as you focus on the game,” Jimin says.

“Who’s team does she get to be on?” Hoseok asks.

“Mine,” Jungkook glances back at me with a smile on his face.

“Fine by me,” I sit up, moving to slide in between Taehyung’s legs. My back resting on his chest. “Can you get by backpack?”

Taehyung reaches of the side of the couch and brings my backpack up to me. “Jagi, why did you bring this?”

I open my backpack, retrieving my glasses case and phone. “It has things I could do when Yoongi was song writing and such. I was there for a long time.” I toss my backpack beside Taehyung and me on the couch.

“I still can’t believe he called you so early in the morning,” Taehyung’s arms go around my stomach.

“It was meant to be,” I giggle. “I was getting up to pee, saw my phone, and in turn saw his call.”

“Are you serious?” Emily speaks up for the first time.

“Yeah,” I look over at her. “It was perfectly timed.”

Emily smiles and shakes her head, “Everything happens for a reason they say.”

“Ready to play?” Jungkook walks up to me, holding out a controller.

I look up at Jungkook, “Of course. Hope you can keep up with my mad skills.” I smirk, grabbing the controller from his hands.

“My jagi is a badass,” Taehyung chuckles.

“Damn right I am,” I chuckle. “But, um, someone please explain the game and what I need to do. Shooting games aren’t ones that I play much.” My smirk changes to an innocent smile.

Jungkook laughs, “Sure thing, dorky.”

“Dorky, hm? Actually, I like the sound of that. Can I be the Queen of Dorks?”

“As long as I am your king,” Taehyung kisses right behind my ear.

“Oh, Tae, you were the King of Dorks before Amber showed up,” Namjoon says. “You have now found your queen in her.”

Jungkook goes back to sitting on the floor with the other two. “Just follow my lead, dorky, and we will be a great team.”

“Sure thing, Captain Jungkook,” I mess around with the buttons. “Let’s win this.”

********

“Damn girl, you always clean up so nice,” Emily smirks as I walk into the living room.

“It’s not too much?” I look down at my baby blue dress. It reaches the floor, flowing from the empire waistline. The bodice is covered with small gems, and because it is strapless, I have a white throw-over-sweater to cover my shoulders and upper arms.

“Fancy restaurant calls for a fancy Amber,” Emily nods, leaning back into the couch.

“Decided on black flats,” I tap my foot. “Only had this black clutch for my phone and money,” I hold up the clutch for a few seconds.

“So, Emily, do you approve of my hair and make-up,” Nari walks into the living room, collapsing into her recliner.

“Of course,” Emily smiles. “I love when Amber puts some of her hair up, and the curls always look perfect. You can see so much blue, too. It’s nice to have a good hairdresser in town to keep the color in our hair.”

“Thank the heavens, I love my blue so much,” I giggle.

“What about her make-up?” Nari asks.

“Oh, yes,” Emily nods. “The subtle blue eyeshadow, the eyeliner, the hit of blush, and the red lips is perfect. You did a great job. I doubt I could have done any better.”

“My cousin is so beautiful,” Nari happily sighs. “Taehyung is going to flip.”

“I sense so many kisses in my future,” I clasp my hands onto my clutch to keep them off my face and out of my hair. “What are you two going to do when I’m gone?”

“Probably just watch TV with some leftovers,” Emily looks over at Nari. “Unless Nari had something else in mind.”

“No, that sounds lovely,” Nari nods. “Or we could watch Bangtan videos on YouTube instead of TV.”

“That sounds like a good way to spend an evening.”

“Fangirl without me,” I chuckle. “Fine, I see how it is.”

“Your laughs are so cute,” Nari comments.

“What do you mean my laughs?” I scrunch up my eyebrows. “I have one laugh.”

“No,” Emily points at me. “You have a giggle for embarrassment that is high pitched, as well as a giggle for when you need to be quiet but can’t.”

“Then your chuckles are all over the place,” Nari adds. “You have the annoyed one, and the quick one for when you don’t care, and the tired chuckle. No doubt other ones.”

“Then my snorts, and my laugh that is loud and sounds squeaky,” I sigh. “I guess I do have many different laughs. Tae has such a cute laugh. There’s a breathy one, and then his normal one.”

“All the boys have such cute laughs, to be honest,” Nari says.

“They do,” I softly smile.

“When will Taehyung get here?” Emily asks. “The longer you have to wait, the more nervous you get.”

“I’m actually not nervous,” I let go of my clutch with my right hand. “No reason to be. No weird topic this time.”

“Your conversations are going to be all over the place then.”

“I know. Those are the best. We can talk for hours and in the end, we learned so much about one another.”

“If there was an award for cutest couple, you two would win, hands down,” Nari says.

“Like, all couples, or just idols and their significant other?” Emily and I ask.

“Whoa,” I look over at Emily, both our eyes wide. “That was long. How did we do that?”

“I have no idea,” Emily takes a deep breath.

“Um, to answer the question, I don’t know,” Nari shrugs. “Idols are rarely open about their relationships to really have a vote on cutest couple. Still, there are relationships that aren’t kept secret, but most of them are for different reasons. Jinnie and I are among the few that broke that rule. It didn’t hurt BTS, so in the end it was okay.”

“Taehyung and I will be next, but accident or on purpose, I have no idea,” I firmly nod.

“He does seem like he wants to proudly show off his girlfriend,” Emily says. “Amber, dating K-pop idol Kim Taehyung, I can see the headlines now.”

I roll my eyes, “I do want him to be able to show me off, for his sake. I kind of want to be shown off. I want to hold his hand in public, and kiss him in public, and whatever else.”

“I’m on the edge,” Emily sighs. “If it happens, I will get over it and be fine. Just, the public eye can be scary.”

“Eh, our boys will protect us,” I smile.

“No doubt about that,” Nari nods.

The doorbell rings out through the apartment, halting our conversation.

“I think we all know who that is,” Emily smirks.

“Have fun on your date, Amber,” Nari smiles.

“Thank you,” I smile at the two girls. “I’ll be back later, then.” I walk out of the living room, heading for the front door. I feel so confident and ready to go on this date.

I fling the front door open, speechless at the boy--no, man--standing on the other side.

Taehyung is standing on the other side, one hand in his pant pocket, the other hand holding a single red rose held out for me. His black suit makes him look like the perfect gentleman; the baby blue bowtie matching my dress. His fingers have a few rings, and a watch is on one wrist. His black dress shoes must have seen many award shows. I can see he has just a tad bit of eyeliner on, and his hair is styled.

“Tae, you look so handsome,” I reach out and place my hand on the one holding the rose. “How did I get so lucky?”

“You are overly beautiful,” Taehyung lovingly smiles. “How did I get so lucky?”

I step outside, closing the front door behind me. “This night is going to be wonderful.”

“I love you,” Taehyung leans down and captures my lips in a perfect kiss.

“I love you,” I coo after he has pulled away.

“You look amazing in that dress,” his eyes travel the length of my body, stopping on my chest and hips for a few second longer than he probably should.

My face heats up before we have even left the doorstep. “Tae, my eyes, up here.”

He connects our gazes, “My jagi is smoking hot and beautiful.”

“Taehyung,” I gasp.

“I’m going to apologize right now for getting jealous, even though I know I have no worries, but I can already feel it happening.”

I giggle, “Come on, let’s get going. Maybe I want to see sexy jealous Kim Taehyung.”

“What?” Taehyung shockingly questions.

“You heard me,” I smirk. “I like touchy protective Tae.”

Taehyung smirks right back, “I see. I can be touchier.”

“Not now, Taehyungie,” I whine. “I want to go eat. Besides, we can only go so far.”

“I’ll go as far as you let me,” he kisses my cheek. “Let’s go though. I’m getting quite hungry myself.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

So, something new happened this chapter, and that was a third-person point-of-view. If the break is this: *~*~ then 3rd person is coming up. That is how it will be, because there will be more 3rd person. Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading! I’d love to know what you thought! :D

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imabigoldeddhead · 4 years

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Dumb fanfic i made

"Cute little kitty"

OD!Tom x OD!Tord

Warning: stuffing

Tord's p.o.v

I wake up from the smell of Tom's amazing cooking, I checked the clock to see that it was 8 am

I hear a knock at the door then I hear Tom's very adorable voice through the door.

"Tordie! Breakfast is ready!" He yelled

"Be there in a second" I replied

*After breakfast*

"Thanks Tom, breakfast was great!" I said.

"No problem Tordie, also Matt and Edd are at Matt's mom's house and will not be back til tomorrow night"

'that's why they haven't came down yet...' I thought, then it was silent.

"Oh yeah! I forgot I got you something since it's your birthday in a couple of days, brb" tom suddenly said and ran off.

I completely forgotten about my birthday, I pondered of what he got me before he unexpectedly popped into the kitchen which startled me.

"Here you go Tord!" Tom said excited as he hands me a small box

"Thanks Tom" I said happily as I open the box to see a very adorable pink choker that had the word 'kitty' on it in lavender with some matching clip-on cat ears and those cat mittens things from some anime we watched.

"O-oh, these are p-pretty cute" I said, being flustered by the type of things Tom got me and I guess he could tell that I was flustered.

"I thought you'd like 'em!" He told me.

Tom's p.o.v

I gave Tord an early birthday present and I could see that it made Tord all flustered and adorable.

"What are you waiting for? Try them on!" I tell Tord.

"Well I may need some help..." Tord says shyly and adorably

I help Tord with the things I got him and when they were on, he looked so fricking cute!

"D-do I l-look ok?" He asked me all flustered again

"You look absolutely adorable!" I tell him, which makes his entire face go a crimson red, like his sorta oversized sweater.

I then got an idea. You see, I woke up at like 3 am and could not go back to sleep so I did some baking and put all the treats I made in the fridge. I tell Tord that I have another surprise for him and take him to the couch in the living room and blind folded him, then brought the multiple treats and placed them on the coffee table, which consists of 4 coffee cakes, two dozen cupcakes, a few chocolate cakes and big jug of eggnog.

"Open your mouth Tordie~" I command and when he did, I place a spoonful of coffee cake into his mouth and watched as he chewed and swallowed, TBH I thought he was gonna say something about being fed while blind folded, but to my surprise he stayed quiet, maybe from confusion.

*Le time skip*

It's been like.....20 minutes and Tord already finished two of the coffee cakes and a quarter of the eggnog, then Tord piped up

"T-tom? Why are you doing this? I-i don't hate it, I'm just confused.." he asked

"When I saw you in the things I got you, I couldn't resist doing this, sorry for not asking" I explained.

"I-its ok, n-no need t-to apologize" he said.

I continue to feed him the rest of the coffee cakes, half of the cupcakes and another quarter of the eggnog before his stomach(which grew twice the size it usually is)showed any sign of distress.

"T-tom....m-my st-stomach hurts...." Tord piped up again and seemed close to crying

I comfort Tord by telling him that he is almost done and is doing great and proceed to feed him the rest of the food and eggnog.

*Le 'nother time skip*

I take the blind fold off and Tord immediately looks at his stomach which is now two and a half times bigger then usual, which shocked him, causing him to jump a little, shaking it.

He covered his mouth with one of his hands, then wrapped his free arm around his stomach with a few tears dropping out of his eyes from how tight his stomach was.

I remove the arm wrapped his stomach and rubbed the sides in big circles, Tord purred(literally purring like a cat)from the relief.

"How 'bout some cuddles and anime?" I suggest, then check the clock to see it was 10:40 am.

"Sounds nice" he quietly replys, still purring like a little kitty.

I get a big thick blanket from the closet, some fluffy pillows, put the dishes from the sweets I made into the sink, turned off the lights and turn on some anime we were rewatching for a month now,Tord basically falls asleep nearly immediately(can't blame him since I would do the same if I were him)and an hour or so later, I fall asleep.

*Final time skip I swear*

Tord's p.o.v

I woke up(surprisingly I still felt full from earlier)when I heard Matt and Edd entering the house. Realizing I still had the clip-on cat ears and cat mittens on, I take them off before the two see me wearing them and get up to stretch and put the ears and mittens in my room.

"We're you guys supposed to come back tomorrow? Also what's the time?" I asked in a tired tone.

"Mom and dad started fighting so we decided to leave and the time is.....3:54 pm" Matt answered.

I thank him and Edd asks me some questions.

"What's with your stomach, Tord? It looks a quite big and what are those?" He asked, and referring to my stomach (obviously)and the cat ears and cat mittens

"I overate a bit ago and Tom had to comfort me......and Tom got me these along with a choker as an early birthday present" I replied, pulling the turtleneck down a bit, showing the choker, blushing slightly.

Matt and Edd went to their rooms and Tom woke up and we continued to cuddle and rewatch the episodes of anime I missed.

#Eddsworld opposite day au #stuffing #fanfic #this is awful pls don't read

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95spacegaes · 5 years

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3:59 AM

Below, you’ll find the last published draft of a drabble I dedicated to a very dear friend of mine. I’m putting it here, because I want to remove it from my AO3 works. There are a lot of reasons behind that, but the primary motivation is that I want to do better with this piece, and the emotions behind it. I don’t know that I’ll be re-writing it, but I’ll be moving on from it.

Still. I don’t want to c o m p l e t e l y erase this.

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3:59 AM by feihart (me) for YenIsDeadIamHerGhost Published: 2017-06-11 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11167020

Summary

“jungkook, i just need you to stay up for twenty-seven more minutes.”

taehyung squeezed jungkook’s torso when he didn’t say anything, and jungkook released another low whine. “what’s happening in twenty-seven minutes?”

“four o’clock.”

Author’s Note

my soulmate, taehyung wrote a song to the moon, and i thought i’d finally finish writing my ode to your selfies.

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youtube playlist

네시 /rm&v

ulay, oh how i became the bomb

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3:59 AM

jungkook would consider himself a night owl. he went to bed late, and slept even later. his mom could still find him up at all hours of the night, doing whatever it was he did, though she was pretty convinced he didn’t stay up late to study. she was right about that. jungkook usually gave himself until midnight to do school work before he got too frustrated, and then fooled around on his phone until sleep crept up on him and he succumbed.

some nights, he made it his personal mission to stay awake as long as he could, fighting the sleep hanging heavy on his body so he could read a little longer, or talk to his friends a while more. without the blue light filter on his phone screen, he was pretty good at keeping himself awake, but jungkook noticed, as he got older, that he’d often cap some time after one a.m. he could be talking to jimin one minute, and typing in all caps to taehyung in the same minute, but he could very well have fallen into deep slumber between messages without having hit send. It was an incredible feat, really.

“kook. kookie, don’t fall asleep yet.”

it was late, but late enough for it to still be early for taehyung. between the two of them, taehyung was the real night owl, most nights staying up until five or six a.m., and still managing to be an early bird, energetic and fine without a sip of coffee in the morning. jungkook really thought it was unfair when he could barely roll himself out of bed.

the two of them were pressed side-by-side on taehyung’s bed, covered by a fluffy blanket, and surrounded by a small galaxy. taehyung had taken out the star projector he’d found on campus, and decided to bring home, because, as he predicted, no one from the architecture program knew it was missing. it was his, and jungkook didn’t remark that it was stolen to save himself from the intense pout taehyung would direct his way.

“‘m not ‘sleep, just resting,” he mumbled back, his eyes falling closed again.

it was past three o’clock in the morning, way beyond his cap, and jungkook was finding it more and more difficult to stop his eyelids from drooping. taehyung snorted next to him while he nudged him with his elbow. jungkook’s eyes flew open, then started closing again.

“dude, you were talking and started snoozing mid-sentence.”

“oh,” he said quietly. he didn’t remember what they were talking about.

he didn’t say anything else, probably falling asleep again, and taehyung laughed. jungkook was resting his head on his shoulder and he could feel his whole body shake. he whined lowly. he was so tired . “aren’t you tired?”

“no, not really.”

“i hate you.”

“you mean you envy me,” he said, and jungkook could hear the grin in his voice.

when taehyung moved to wrap his arms around jungkook, the stars shifted with him. jungkook opened his eyes enough to assess their new position and wrap his arms around taehyung, too. He was especially affectionate when he was sleepy. “jungkook, i just need you to stay up for twenty-seven more minutes.”

taehyung squeezed jungkook’s torso when he didn’t say anything, and jungkook released another low whine. “what’s happening in twenty-seven minutes?”

“four o’clock.”

jungkook didn’t get it, and when he whispered to taehyung as much, he could feel the warm breath of his laugh against his cheek. little blue, green and gold stars were projected on jungkook’s sleepy face, and taehyung kissed one right by his eye.

“it’s my favourite time of the day,” taehyung went on, before jungkook whined that it was night, and they should be asleep, and why wasn’t his favourite time of the day at four in the afternoon instead. “i want you to see it.”

“what’s there to see at four a.m.”

the curtains were drawn, so it was dark in the room save for the light of the projector. but that was disappearing too, behind jungkook’s closing eyelids.

“jungkookiiiiiiiie.”

taehyung squeezed him again, and moved his arm to poke at his side. jungkook’s eyes flew open again and he tried squirming away. he was terribly sensitive and ticklish, and taehyung knew that. “stop, stop.”

“shh. you’ll wake up my parents,” taehyung warned, but he sounded far too amused. jungkook batted his hands away and slipped his own hand into one of taehyung’s, to prevent further attacks. taehyung squeezed his hand and squished his cheek against his shoulder with a giggle. jungkook melted, turning his head to press a kiss to the top of taehyung’s head. well, he was a little more awake now, thanks to his hyung’s roughhousing.

“cute.”

taehyung buried his face in jungkook’s shoulder. “shut up,” he muttered, with no bite at all, embarrassed. jungkook thought taehyung was so funny, able to complement his friends and shower them with compliments, but he couldn’t handle it when anybody called him cute . and he was the cutest.

jungkook laughed. “cute, cute, cute,” he whispered, punctuating each word with a peck. taehyung lifted his head to look at him on the last one, and jungkook pressed his lips to his softly. taehyung grinned, forgetting to be embarrassed, and laid his head on jungkook’s shoulder again. “did you wake me up so i could keep you entertained?"

“no,” taehyung sang quietly, squeezing his hand. “i thought you said you were just resting. ”

“don’t tease me. i’m tired. ”

taehyung laughed again, squeezed his hand again. he followed the patterns of the stars projected onto jungkook’s hand with his other one.

“so what’s really happening at four a.m.?” jungkook asked again, leaning his head back against the window.

“a moment of serenity,” Taehyung said sagely, jerking his head with small, sure movements against jungkook’s shoulder.

“it was pretty serene when you let me rest,” jungkook joked, and taehyung brought their hands up to his mouth so he could pinch jungkook’s skin lightly between his lips. jungkook barely felt it, but he said anyway, “ow.” taehyung giggled. “don’t hurt me like this.”

“you’re fine,” taehyung said, running the pad of his thumb over the offended area in soothing circles.

“are we seeing the sunrise?” jungkook asked, letting taehyung play with his hand.

“no, kookie,” taehyung responded with a low laugh. It sounded a little slow, tired, and jungkook thought if taehyung falls asleep before four, he’s going to be a little bit salty. “the sun doesn’t rise until, like, well past five a.m. but the moon should be setting around this time.”

“doesn’t that mean the sun is rising, then?”

taehyung chuckled. “she’s in the process of setting,” he said, “so we won’t see daylight just yet.”

“okay,” jungkook said to that, yawning.

taehyung picked up his phone next to him carefully, not wanting to unplug it from the charger carelessly, and woke it up to check the time. It was nearing four o’clock.

“jungkookie, come here.”

taehyung dropped his phone and moved so that they could face the window, placing the star projector to sit next to his phone, expecting the whine his friend released for being forced to shift. taehyung shushed him and let him rest his head in his lap, while he drew the curtains back as much as he could. the blue light of the moon filtered into the room. only the green and gold stars were left clearly projected on jungkook’s closed eyelids.

taehyung smiled down at him sleepily and pulled his earphones toward them. he inserted one in his own ear, then in jungkook’s, and picked up his phone to let the slow tunes of u lay, oh play between them.

“i like this song,” jungkook uttered huskily. He could almost feel taehyung smile above him. taehyung ran his fingers through his hair soothingly, and jungkook briefly conceded, as he was falling asleep again, that this was the most serene he’d ever been.

“do you want to hear about my favourite time of the day before it comes?” taehyung said after a while, over the music, effectively pulling jungkook out of the lightest cycle of sleep again. jungkook hummed a moment later.

taehyung kept running his hands through jungkook’s hair as he spoke. “i was talking to namjoon hyung about poetic moments, serene moments,” he started softly, voice low. “and you know, i stay up pretty late, so i get to have a lot of those. but i told him the most poetic moment was at dawn.”

jungkook hummed again when taehyung didn’t say anything for a moment, to let him know he was paying attention.

“there’s something about four a.m., some type of feeling. an ambiguous, blue-ish kind of feeling. you know what i mean?”

a small smile stretched jungkook’s lips. taehyung’s description was vague as hell, but he actually thought he got it. “yeah, i think so.”

“you know, sometimes i go out to meet jimin at the park behind our houses at this time. i sit on the big kids’ swing and look up at the moon for a while. yhat blue-ish feeling? that’s when i feel it most.”

jungkook hummed again. taehyung checked the time again.

“namjoon hyung and i gave that feeling a name.”

“a moment of serenity?” jungkook guessed, and taehyung laughed softly, pushing his hair back and leaning down to press a kiss to jungkook’s forehead.

“no,” he said, “we called it that ambiguous, blue-ish feeling, because we’d all get it.”

jungkook laughed sleepily, and taehyung grinned down at him. “makes sense.”

“hey, kookie,” taehyung said just a moment later. “open your eyes for a sec.”

with a little effort, jungkook opened his eyes. he was gazing up at the moon, bright against the night sky, and only just noticed that the music had stopped playing.

it was quiet. serene. the two of them against a blue backdrop. and for some reason, jungkook was really overwhelmed.

“hyung?”

“yeah?”

“i think i really do get it.”

he turned his head and saw taehyung smiling down at him widely. “we can go to sleep, now, kookie.”

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Sadie fell asleep on the table again after he left. She was completely unconscious, snoring softly on top of her corduroy jacket, where it was bunched up under her cheek. A soft noise beside her head was the first sound that brought her out of her sleep. She shifted, then after a moment, opened her eyes. There, on the desk right next to the Tome of Syringa was a mug of tea, steam rolling off the top in gentle waves.

Squinting, she sat up a bit, noticing that the lights had been dimmed in the library, and Sam was walking softly away. He was a giant human, but he would still try so hard to be quiet when people were sleeping in the Bunker. She smiled at his green-plaid shoulders as he moved to the next table over. She liked it when he wore green—it suited him. When she thought that, she told her mind to shut up.

He pulled out a chair that made a soft squeak as he sat in it. He glanced over to make sure the noise hadn’t woken her, only to find her smiling tiredly at him.

“Hey.” He said softly, setting a mug of coffee down on the table beside his laptop, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She shook her head, dismissing his concern. With a deep yawn, she stretched, her muscles quivering, and then she relaxed. After a moment of staring lazily across the room, she stood, taking her mug and walking over to sit beside him. He watched her the whole time, and she was so groggy that she didn’t notice. She tugged her knees up to her chest, the chair creaking below her, and raised her mug to her mouth, blowing on the tea gently.

“Did you stay up long after I left?” Sam asked, distracted from his reading by her being so close.

“Nah.” She shook her head, glancing over at him to catch him staring.

For a moment, she froze, and he noticed it. He noticed the blush in her cheek as she glanced away, and the tiny tremor in her hand as she tucked some hair behind her ear.

“How about you?” She asked, and there was the smallest hint of a waver in her voice.

A little smirk curved his lip as he prepared to tell her the plan he’d come up with—for the first time in the past day and a half, he felt hopeful, and maybe a bit proud of himself. “I thought of someone who knows enough about angels, nephilim, and humans. God.”

Sadie’s expression changed, shaken by this. “What?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, then amending, “Well, we need a translator, but that’s already taken care of, hopefully.”

“A translator is coming here?”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“Holy shit.” Sadie blinked, unable to respond in any other way.

“Yeah.” He smiled.

“When is she coming?” Sadie asked.

He frowned, “What?”

“What?”

“You… you just said ‘when is she coming’.” He replied slowly, “I didn’t tell you it was a woman.”

Sadie blinked, turning away to think with a deep look of concern. She glanced back to him, “Well, I mean, there’s a limited number of choices, so I guess there was a good chance of me just guessing it, right?”

“I guess…” Sam frowned at her, then faced forwards again.

The rest of the Bunker, outside of the library, was in almost complete silence. Dean awoke with not the worst hangover of his life, but still one that was rough enough to make light hurt his eyes. He shuffled towards the bathroom with a perpetual wince that softened over time. He was planning on taking a long shower before speaking with anyone, but then he approached bunk 25. From beyond the door, he heard the sound of a slightly muffled song. It was something slow and melancholy, with a man singing in a gentle tenor. It was an ode of a song—it was for someone who had died.

Dean came to a halt, pausing in the hallway outside the door. For a long moment, he was still, questioning whether or not he ought to check in on her. Finally, with a sigh, he knocked gently on the door. He waited briefly for her to tell him off, and when she didn’t, he turned the doorknob.

Her laptop was sitting on her bedside table, the screensaver on, while Ren was buried under her blankets, curled in the fetal position, facing the door. She peered up, her eyes bloodshot, but no longer crying. She looked so small again, especially without her glasses. She sniffled, bowing her head like she was ashamed, raising a hand to wipe her nose.

“Hey, kid.” He said, voice hoarse. Nodding stiffly, he added, “Glad to see you back.”

In response, she only shrugged absently, snuggling further below her blankets. He knew that he should have something to say—something to help her—but he didn’t. He didn’t because all he wanted to do was curl up under his blankets, too.

“You’re gonna get up out of there today, right?” He asked, voice gently firm.

She shrugged again, staring down at her sheet as the song changed to another one of similar emotion. He sighed, adjusting his hold on the doorknob.

“Listen, I’m not tryin’ to rush you, okay, I know this is… I know this is tough.” He paused, the sight of her making him feel absolutely miserable all over again. “But you’re not gonna get better alone. …We aren’t gonna get better alone.”

She nodded, voice barely a whisper as she replied, “I know.” A sniffle interrupted her, “I just… I woke up and for a second I’d forgotten. I… I don’t know what it feels like to live here without… without him.”

Dean’s face fell slightly as he stared with sympathy. “I know, Ren. But we’re gonna figure it out.”

She didn’t look convinced, but she offered no reproach to that. With a sigh, he moved to go.

“I wanna see you up in the library at least once today, alright?” He took a slightly firmer tone with her than before, but she didn’t get angry. She just nodded, still not looking into his eyes.

Dean left after that, closing the door gently behind him. Once he was done in the bathroom, he went towards the kitchen in search of coffee. As he came closer, he heard voices coming from the war room, diverting him from his original mission.

“…Man, I haven’t seen this stuff in years.” Sam said.

“And what language is this technically in?” An unfamiliar woman asked, their voices growing louder the closer Dean got.

“It’s written in cuneiform, we think.” Cas supplied, “Kevin was very thorough.”

“Yeah. We kept it all—the translations, his notes on his translations, annotations—you name it.” Sam added, seeming a bit hopeful.

“Is this it?” The woman asked, clearly elderly.

“Uh, yeah, this is everything.” Dean heard Sam say, over which there was a shuffling of papers. “D’you think it’s possible?”

“I think so. Maybe.” She replied.

Dean turned the corner, stopping in the doorway to see an elderly woman standing across the war table from his brother and Cas, her back to him.

“Maybe what?” Dean asked, putting his hands in his pockets.

At the sound of his voice, she turned. She had snow-white hair and weathered features, with a dark eyepatch over her left eye. Her head ticked slightly, and a wry smirk curved her lip as she took him in. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean frowned, and then Sam interjected. “Dean, you remember Lily Sunder.”

“Lil—?” Dean blinked, then gathered himself again, “You got old.”

“Did I?” She let out a half-amused chuckle, “An unfortunate side effect of giving up magic, I suppose.”

“Ah.” Dean glanced up to see Sadie shuffling out of the library, dark circles under her eyes and still in the same clothes she’d been wearing the day before. He wanted to comment, but he decided to stick to Lily first. “What are you doing here?”

“I called her.” Sam said while Sadie plopped down into the swivel chair beside him.

“You—” Dean took a moment to calm himself, then continued, moving to the head of the table, between Lily and Cas. “Okay. Last thing I remember was her killing a whole bunch of angels to get revenge for her daughter.” He nodded to Cas, “She tried to kill you!”

“Yes, I remember.” Cas replied.

“That’s not—” Sam fought the urge to pinch his nose, “Dean, listen, last night, Sadie said something that got me thinking.”

“I asked why there wasn’t a person who knew enough about humans, angels, and therein hybrids to help.” Sadie interjected, voice groggy and eyes half-lidded.

“Right, and who knows more about humans and angels than…” He shrugged, feeling a bit silly, “…god, you know? I mean, we’ve torn through all the lore looking for a way to cure Jack, right? But we’ve never looked through Kevin’s angel tablet translations.”

“Yeah, ‘cause they’re worthless. I mean, Kevin translated them into—to crazy scribble only a prophet could read. And last I checked, we can’t exactly ask Donatello.” Dean replied flatly.

“Maybe I can read them.” Lily suggested.

“Oh, so, what, you’re a prophet now?” Dean glowered at her, and she frowned, a bit taken aback.

“She’s the next best thing.” Sam said, getting more exasperated by the minute, “I mean, Lily is an angel expert who tapped into their magic in ways we didn’t even know existed. So, if she can read the translations, then maybe we can pull off a miracle.”

Dean shifted slightly, crossing his arms. “What kind of miracle?”

“A way to bring Jack home.” Cas replied, voice low and tender.

Dean stared into Cas’s eyes for a long moment, then nodded to Lily. “Okay. Go for it.”

Lily bent forwards over the war table, beginning to lay out the papers in front of her. She was slow-moving, and seemingly unbothered by her intent audience. Dean’s eyes flickered from Lily to Sadie, who was struggling to keep her eyes open.

Sam spoke softly to Lily, “So, can you read—?”

“—Shh!” She snapped, not looking up as she continued shuffling through the papers for another minute. Finally, she straightened sighing. “I’m sorry, I can’t. I thought I might be able to but this is a variation on the original language, I’d need a lot more time to decode it.”

“Oh. All right.” Dean said bitterly, dropping his arms to either side, and adding sarcastically, “Well, thanks for stopping by.”

“Wait.” Lily was remarkably patient with a man being this flippant with her. “You can use my magic.”

“Your magic?” Cas straightened from where he’d been leaning on a swivel chair.

“The magic I used to, as you so sensitively put it, get revenge for my daughter.” She said this to Dean, then turned to Sam. “You said that your nephilim boy—Jack—without his angel grace, his human body died? My magic draws power from the soul, the human soul. It could save him.”

Sam blinked, “You’d give your soul up?”

“Not my soul.” She replied, “His.”

“Pass!” Dean immediately said.

“It’s not his entire soul, obviously.” Lily scowled a bit at him.

“How much of it?” Sam asked, to which his brother gave him a “seriously??” face.

“As long as he’s only using it to sustain his body, it won’t cost much.” Lily answered, “He’ll never miss it.”

“What are we even talking about?” Dean interjected, calling everyone’s attention to him, “It—It’s too late. Jack’s dead. His soul’s gone, right?” He looked to Cas for confirmation.

“Maybe not.” Cas said, much to Dean’s surprise. “If Jack is in Heaven, I might be able to pull his soul into his body. It would only be for a few seconds.”

“That’s all the time I need.” Lily nodded, “If I can open the door, your boy can use my magic to stay alive. A resurrection and a cure.” She smiled, glancing over at an unconvinced Dean to add, “You’re welcome.”

“And you would do all this for us, huh?” Dean uncrossed his arms, “For what? Outta the kindness of your heart?”

“No,” Lily admitted, “but I’m willing to trade.”

“Trade for what?” Sam asked, obviously feeling bolstered by this possibility. Lily heaved a long, weary sigh.

“I’m old and I’m dying.” She said, “And when my life is over, I’m pretty certain I’m going to Hell.”

“Why’s that?” Sadie spoke up suddenly, looking a little dazed but still mostly present.

Sam glanced down at her then nervously forced a smile to Lily. The professor didn’t seem to mind, she just answered the question as if it hadn’t been asked by someone who was clearly still half-asleep.

“Well, I murdered a good amount of angels. I don’t expect them to welcome me with open arms. So, if you want my help,” Lily took a breath, “get me into Heaven.”

There was a long silence after that—it seemed to fill up the room completely. Then, Dean nodded stoutly.

“Alright, come ‘ere.” He nodded to Cas and Sam, moving towards the library. As he passed, he slapped Sadie’s shoulder, making her jump. “You too, Scraps—if you can manage it.”

“Shuddup.” She grumbled, heaving herself out of the swivel chair and trudging after them into the back of the library.

Lily stayed in the war room, beginning to look through the rest of the filing boxes Sam had dug up; you could take the professor out of academia, but you can’t take the academic out of the professor.

In the library, Sadie settled on top of the furthest desk, just a bit outside of the circle of Sam, Dean and Cas, the last of whom was facing her, and looking on with a frown. He was about to ask if she was feeling quite alright when Dean began.

“We’re talking about the kid’s soul.”

Sam swallowed, “Not all of it.”

“Oh, okay, then.” Dean said sarcastically, then turning to Cas. “Tell me you’re not cool with this.”

“Don’t you think Jack should decide for himself?” Cas replied immediately, making Dean sigh.

“Listen,” Sam called his brother’s attention, “I know how important a soul is—believe me, you know I do. But if we have a shot at saving him and bringing him back, then we should at least give it a try, right?”

Dean stared at him with a scowl for a long moment, biting the inside of his cheek. Then, he turned to Sadie. “Hey. Comatose.”

“Huh?” Her head jerked up, and she blinked a couple times.

Dean frowned, “’The hell is wrong with you today?”

Sadie sighed dramatically, lifting a hand to rub her brow. “I’m fuckin’ exhausted, Dean.” After pausing momentarily to yawn over her shoulder, she gathered herself and continued. “From what I’ve gathered, this seems like the best option you’ve got. I mean, if he only uses it to keep himself alive, then it’s not much of the soul, right? So, if you trust Jack to be responsible with the power and only use it for that, then yeah, I’d say go for it.”

Dean’s jaw clenched, and he turned back to see his co-parents looking on with apprehension. He rolled his eyes slightly, and shifted his weight.

“Look, if we do this—if—how are we supposed to get her upstairs, hm?” He nodded his head towards Lily. “What, do we talk to Death? Billie? Kidnap a reaper?”

“Pft!” Sadie snorted, then realized he wasn’t joking. The expression melted right off her face, “Wait, you’re fucking kidding, right?”

“No.” All three of them answered at once, then seamlessly returned to their conversation.

“Death is powerful, but she and her reapers don’t decide who goes up or who goes down.” Cas answered Dean.

“Then who does?” Sam asked, crossing his arms and frowning.

Cas raised a finger and then marched off to retrieve something. With a sigh, Dean turned, making a move towards the kitchen when he stopped to address Sadie.

“Hey, Scraps.” He slapped her shoulder again, making her lurch a bit and groan in protest. “I’m goin’ to get some coffee, you want me to grab you a cup? Or maybe some crack while I’m there?”

She rolled her eyes tiredly, then brought up a hand to press into her sore forehead. “I think I’ll be fine, thank you.”

Dean quirked a brow, glancing up over her head to Sam, who returned his concern three-fold. With a shrug, Dean walked off. Behind him, Sam stepped in front of Sadie, bending forwards a bit to try and get into her line of sight. She lifted her gaze, blinking blearily. He rested the back of his hand against her forehead, the skin contact making her jump.

“Sadie…?” He frowned—she didn’t feel like she had a temperature. Then a thought suddenly occurred to him. “Hey, hold on one sec.”

He disappeared down the hall then, and she took a seat in one of the desk chairs with a sigh. Some uncounted amount of time later, the door behind her creaked. She shot up off where she’d been resting her head on the desk.

“I wasn’t—” She blinked, trying to wake herself.

A mug was placed in front of her, a familiar iridescent liquid shimmering inside of it. She frowned, then looked up at Sam.

“I forgot to give you some after you used your powers the other day—fuck, I can’t believe that was only two days ago.” He sighed, shaking his head slowly and then moving on. “Anyways, I, uh, kept the batch I made after, y’ know. I hope it still… works.”

A tiny, bright smile graced her lips as she looked up at him. “Always prepared.”

His stomach turned upside-down at her adoring tone. He forced himself to stay neutral, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I, uh, added maple syrup? I hope it doesn’t taste, uh, too bad.”

He winced preemptively as she brought the cup up to take a sip. For a split second, it was fine, then her face wrinkled in disgust and she had to take a break.

“Agh, shit.” She muttered softly, “I mean, it’s better, but it still tastes like gasoline and lichen.”

He let out a soft snort of laughter, “You know what lichen tastes like?”

“You don’t?” She joked, smirking at him before attempting another sip—the second try had similar results.

“Well, I’ll get it someday.” Sam sighed, leaning on the table beside her. He glanced down after a moment, only to find her there, smiling up at him, a bit doe-eyed.

“Thank you, Sam.”

Every time she said his name like that—soft and tender and only for him to hear—his toes curled in his shoes, and heat rushed to the tips of his ears. To cover, he forced a small smile and nodded, replying something along the lines of “it’s no problem”.

Five minutes later and they were all gathered around the table, Dean sat beside Sadie, with Sam standing on his other side, Cas at the head of the desk, and Lily across from them. Dean held a mug of coffee close to his nose, trying his best to be calm, though he was still unsure of this plan. Cas opened an old book to a page with Egyptian drawings done in gold, blue and ruby-red ink.

“Anubis, guardian of the dead. That’s who decides which souls go where.” He said, “The Ancient Egyptians believed that when you die, Anubis would weigh your heart on his scale against justice’s feather.”

“Yeah, the—the weighing of the heart ceremony, right, but that wasn’t Anubis.” Sam interjected, “That was Osiris.”

“We met him.” Dean added, glancing over at Sadie. “Major dick.”

She nodded agreeably. “Figures.”

“Osiris is Anubis’s father,” Cas continued, “and Heaven passed him over when they enlisted his son.”

Lily frowned, “Anubis works for Heaven?”

“He doesn’t work for Heaven, he works with Heaven.” Cas explained, “When God left—sorry, long story—we needed a new judge, and Anubis was the obvious choice.”

“So, Heaven hired a temp to make sure the soul trains kept running on time?” Dean frowned, eyes moving up to Cas’s, who gave a shrug that said: “yeah, I guess you could say that”.

“Right. Great. So, we summon him.” Sam said, speaking as though it were just as simple as that.

“You can do that?” Lily’s frown deepened, “You can summon a god?”

“Done it before.” Dean replied, Sam nodding in agreement beside him. After a beat, Dean sat forwards, setting his cup down. “Alright. How do we summon this guy?”

* * *

Ren was supposed to get out of bed. She knew that Dean was right—she knew that she shouldn’t stay there all day. For hours, though, she didn’t move. For a little while, she stared up at the ceiling, listening to The 1975’s saddest songs, then she turned over to stare at her wall, still listening to The 1975’s saddest songs—of which there were plenty. She stayed in that position, facing the wall, for what must’ve been an hour, at least, then she sat up.

Her desk chair squeaked slightly as she pulled it out and flopped down, placing her laptop on the table in front of her. For a moment, she paused, glancing up over her laptop screen to the photos she had hanging on the wall. She’d been excited to teach Jack about art. It seemed that he’d gained a good amount of his mother’s knowledge, but she had not been big into the arts. Ren always thought he might’ve liked it. She began typing on a blank document.

Suddenly, there was a loud banging on her door, making her jump violently. After a brief pause, the door opened, and Dean poked his head in. It took him a moment to find her, then he raised his brows.

“Hey, come on, what did I tell you?” He said.

“I’m up!” She replied half-heartedly.

“I said: out of your room and in the library.” Dean gave her a pointed look, “Now, get dressed, we’re workin’ on somethin’ and we might need your help.”

“What?” She asked, frowning.

“You gotta come out and then I’ll tell you.” He replied, beginning to pull the door closed without another word.

“You’re a jerk!” She called after him, to which he replied:

“Yeah, I know, come on!”

She sighed, rolling her eyes and slowly turning back to her laptop. She wanted to write and be alone, but that tease, Dean Winchester, had known that she wouldn’t be able to resist finding out what the hell he was talking about when he hinted like that.

Dean walked back into the library, where Sam and Sadie were lifting a desk out of the way, making space on the floor. They finished as Dean reached the top of the steps.

“Hey,” Sam spoke to him, “How is she?”

Dean came to a halt and shrugged, “Well, she’s out of bed, so I’d say that’s a step.”

“Yeah, good.” Sam nodded.

“Is she gonna come out and join us?” Sadie asked, leaning back against the table they’d just moved.

“I told her she had to.” He replied, then moving on, “You’re lookin’ better, Scraps.”

“Oh thank you,” She sighed, vaguely indicating behind her as she added, “I found some, uh, speed in the back and I just,” she clicked her tongue, “y’know, went to town.”

Dean let out a soft snort of laughter while Sam smirked, rolling his eyes good-naturedly before moving on.

“Well, Lily should be done in a second.” Sam informed his brother, “She’s writing instructions for Jack so he’ll know how to, uh—”

“—Use the soul-sucking magic?” Dean interjected flatly, “Boy, that lady’s a peach.”

“Listen, we talked about this.” Sam said idly, still moving things around as they talked.

“I know. Gotta happen.” Dean raised and then dropped his hands in surrender. “It’s the only way. Right. But I don’t like rollin’ the dice on the word of a psycho ex-angel killer.”

“I don’t love it, either, but taking risks, making crappy deals,” Sam shrugged, picking up some books that had been left on a chair, “that’s what we do.”

Beside him, Sadie frowned judgmentally, arms crossed. Her eyes followed him as he walked in front of her with the stack of books.

“Yeah, and they usually bite us in the ass.” Dean replied. To this, Sam set his pile down on the table behind her with a bang! making her jump a little.

“So, what do you want to do about it?” Sam hunched over the table, for a moment, then looked up at his brother fiercely. “Leave Jack in the morgue? Burn him?”

“I didn’t say that.” Dean used his flat, big-brother tone of voice to try and keep things civil. Sam straightened, walking over to stand facing him.

“Because, for me, not doing this—that—!” Sam took a breath and calmed down slightly, “—that would be like letting him die all over again.”

Sadie’s eyes flickered back and forth between the brother beside her and the one in front of her, unsure if she ought to leave. They seemed oblivious to her presence.

“I want Jack back, too, okay?” Dean replied hotly, “I do. I just don’t trust Lily.”

Sadie’s chin ticked up as she saw Cas approaching from behind Dean. They all turned their attention to him. He looked like he was about to give them bad news.

“You got a twenty on Jack?” Dean asked, rolling the sleeves of his flannel up.

“Not exactly.” Cas sighed, “Angel radio is playing a distress signal.”

Sam let out a long breath through his nose, bowing his head, to which Sadie’s brow twitched sympathetically.

“Awesome.” Dean said sarcastically.

“All of Heaven’s gates are open, even the ones that Metatron closed.” Cas continued.

Sam’s head rose at this, a concerned look on his face. “What could that mean?”

“I don’t know, but it’s not good.” Cas sighed, already looking exasperated.

“Alright, well, why don’t you take Scraps with you.” Dean suggested, glancing over his shoulder at her, “That is, if you’re feeling up to it.”

“I—” She began to reply when Cas cut her off.

“—Dean, she won’t be able to pass through the portal.” He said, “She’s human, it would kill her.”

“Yeah, and besides, what’s Sadie gonna do against the angels?” Sam asked before truly considering his words.

There was a long pause, in which Sadie’s head slowly turned to look up at him. Her expression was something between utter disbelief and unsubdued fury. Sam’s whole body was stiff—he knew what he’d done before he even met her gaze. Across from them, Dean had to bite back a knowing smile.

“You know,” Sadie cocked her head, clearly addressing the other two while still staring at Sam, “I was gonna say that I might not be the most helpful because of the portal thing, but now, I’m kind of feeling like maybe Cas oughta have someone there just in case.”

Sam sighed, rolling his eyes half-heartedly as she straightened away from the table.

“Don’t worry,” She continued bitterly, glancing over her shoulder at him, “I’ll remember to bring an angel blade.”

Sam uncrossed his arms, and sighed exasperatedly, “Sadie—”

His half-hearted attempt to reconcile was ignored as she continued on to the armory. She took a brisk pace while, left behind, Dean and Cas both turned slowly to look at him.

“Dude.” Dean raised his brows, “You’ve gotta relax, man.”

“I didn’t mean—” Sam faltered, and then with an annoyed huff walked off after her.

When they were left alone, Dean sighed, slowly turning to face Cas.

“All right, well, you go, get your car ready and stuff.” He said, “We got Lily.”

“Okay.” Cas looked a little nervous to be leaving Dean alone with her.

Dean nodded reassuringly, “When we’re ready, we’ll pray.”

Cas took a breath, staring into Dean’s eyes for a moment longer before nodding and walking off towards the garage. When he was out of sight, Dean let out a weary sigh, leaning forwards onto a table.

Sadie’s long legs brought her to her destination in no time, Sam only catching up to her as she reached the door.

“Sadie,” He began, to which she rolled her eyes and continued on her path.

With an exasperated noise, he reached out and grabbed her arm, finally making her pause. Of course, this pause was for her to slowly turn, look from the hand on her wrist pointedly up to his face. Immediately, he let go.

“Sorry.” He said quickly, “I’m sorry, Sadie, I just said it wrong, I didn’t mean to—”

“—No, I know.” She nodded, brushing him off to continue towards the drawers where they kept the angel blades.

“Just—” He let out a huff and she stopped looking over her shoulder at him expectantly. He swallowed and rested his hands on his hips, “—I meant that if something happened to all of Heaven then it might be a little dangerous for you, I don’t think that’s an—an unreasonable concern!”

“No, I guess not, but a vote of confidence is still nice sometimes.” She replied with narrowed eyes before continuing on to the drawers. “Besides, we don’t know what is going on, so it makes more sense for Cas to have backup, just in case.”

“Sadie, I’m just—”

“—I know, you’re just worried. Still.” She started pulling one drawer open, “Even after our talk the other day you’re still acting like I—”

She was cut off by a hand slamming the partially-opened drawer shut. She jumped and looked up reproachfully, only to find Sam standing there with a desperate expression on his face.

“Sadie.” His voice was all tenderness now—soft and vulnerable. When he said her name like that, her insides were pulverized and she was frozen. He continued in that gentle voice, “It’s not because I don’t trust or believe in you. Even if you were as powerful as Ren or—or Jack, I would still worry.”

As she stared up into his earnest eyes, she stubbornly wanted to believe this was a manipulation—that he knew her too well and was just trying to get back onto her good side.

“It’s not that you—you aren’t capable,” He stumbled slightly, “it’s that… it’s that I’m not.”

Her features softened ever so slightly, head cocking to the side. “What?”

“I’m not capable of not caring or not worrying. I’m not capable of…” He swallowed, glancing down at the ground, “…I don’t think I’m capable of losing you.”

As the words left his lips, he registered the implications. His brain started fumbling around with a way to walk it all back. He wanted to respect her wishes. She said that they were just friends, and he could live with that—of course he could live with that—but—

“—Sam.” She interrupted his thoughts, “We’re gonna be just fine.” With a wry smile, she reached up and gently bumped her closed fist to his temple. “Knock on wood.”

He let out a small, amused breath as she lowered her hand again. She could tell he was still nervous, and so—despite her better judgement—she continued to reassure him.

“I’ll be back, Sam.” She nodded solemnly, “I’ve got work to do, remember?”

The corner of his mouth twitched up in a half-hearted attempt at a smile, looking down at the ground, as though ashamed.

“Hey.” She put a hand on his upper arm, asking him to bring his gaze back up to hers. When his eyes met hers again, she continued, “I’m gonna be just fine, you know why?”

He smirked wearily, guessing that she was about to make another joke. “Why?”

“Because I kick ass, Sam Winchester.” She smiled, hand dropping from his arm, “And because I’ve got skills, y’know?”

“Yeah, I know.” He nodded tiredly, smiling despite his deep and ever-present concern.

She gave him one last warm smile, then moved to grab a weapon. He stayed still as she did, waiting for her to be ready. She turned back to him, spinning the blade in her hand. Then, he watched her tuck it away inside her corduroy jacket, before she looked back up at him again.

“First, we’re gonna get your boy back.” She said decidedly, “And then we’re gonna go get mine.”

He nodded, “Deal.”

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cup-of-teas · 6 years

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All numbers for the ask game 😄

There were too many to answer so I skipped a few! 😄1. Who was the last person you held hands with? My best friend I think 2. Are you outgoing or shy? It depends! Usually shy 4. Are you easy to get along with? Hopefully! I try6. What kind of people are you attracted to? People who are honest, loyal, and empathetic. Morally sound to a degree. 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? Depends who it’s with10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with? My cousin 11. What does the most recent text that you sent say? Lol it says “left” I was texting my manager about something.12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? Umm I can’t think of too many, maybe like twenty one pilots new songs & sunglasses at night by Corey Hart 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair? Sure, if I’m comfortable with them. 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles? A little 15. What good thing happened this summer? I went to Canada. 16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? No17. Do you think there is life on other planets? Yes 18. Do you still talk to your first crush? No19. Do you like bubble baths? Yeah but I don’t have time for them.20. Do you like your neighbors? Yes21. What are your bad habits? I’ve got a lot, picking at my nail polish is one of them.22. Where would you like to travel? All over Europe & Asia. Also Antarctica, but everywhere tbh. 23. Do you have trust issues? Yess24. Favorite part of your daily routine? Uhh idk when I finally get into bed at night lol. 25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with? Umm my legs maybe, or my hair. 26. What do you do when you wake up? I scroll through diff. social media apps on my phone until I need to get ready to leave.27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker? Maybe lighter, my skin tone isn’t nice with some colors of clothing. 28. Who are you most comfortable around? Some family 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up? Yeah31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail? Yes 34. Do you play sports? What sports? No, I used to do swimming. 35. Would you rather live without TV or music? Umm TV maybe, idk36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them? Yeah of course37. What do you say during awkward silences? I try to make small talk38. Describe your dream girl/guy? Uhh loyal, honest, understanding, & has aspirations that are similar to mine.39. What are your favorite stores to shop in? Book stores lol40. What do you want to do after high school? I’m already out of high school & going to college for law41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? No, it depends on what they did. 42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean? I’m either upset, nervous, not feeling well etc. 43. Do you smile at strangers? Sometimes 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? Bottom of the ocean, space kind of scares me. Black holes are terrifying! 48. Have you ever been drunk? Yes50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore? I’m not sure, I think I only have a black one & a pink one so one of those. 51. Ever wished you were someone else? Yeah definitely 52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself? My voice, I wish it was a little deeper. 53. Favourite makeup brand? Maybe Benefit 56. Favourite colour? Gray 58. Last thing you ate? Lasagna 59. First thing you ate this morning? Lasagna lol, it was leftovers & I really need to eat another meal 60. Ever won a competition? For what? Yeah Spelling Bee, swimming61. Been suspended/expelled? For what? No64. Tell us the story of your first kiss? In a park with a close friend 65. Are you hungry right now? Kinda 67. Facebook or Twitter? Twitter68. Twitter or Tumblr? Tumblr69. Are you watching tv right now? No71. Craving something? What? Yes! Boneless wings from wingstop. But I think it’s closed right now. It’s super late. 72. What colour are your towels? turquoise 72. How many pillows do you sleep with? Too many 75. Favourite animal? Deer77. Chocolate or Vanilla? Depends! 78. Favourite ice cream flavour? Cookie dough79. What colour shirt are you wearing? Gray & white stripes 80. What colour pants? Denim 81. Favourite tv show? Game of Thrones82. Favourite movie? Uhh one of the Harry Potter ones. Probably half blood prince. 87. First person you talked to today? I think my cousin88. Last person you talked to today? My friend 95. Last movie you watched? The Darkest Minds 96. Favourite actress? Daisy Ridley I think, love Keira knightley tho too. Other honorable mentions, Elizabeth Olsen, Sophie Turner, Maisie Williams, Florence Pugh.97. Favourite actor? That’s difficult, might be Oscar Isaac maybe. Other honorable mentions, Benedict Cumberbatch, Sebastian Stan, Dane Dehaan.99. Have any pets? Yes! 3, sometimes more depending on if family is over with theirs 101. Do you type fast? Yes103. Can you spell well? I’d hope so with the amount of books I read. 104. Do you miss anyone from your past? Yes 105. Ever been to a bonfire party? Yes 107. Have you ever been on a horse? Yes108. What should you be doing? Sleeping maybe 109. Is something irritating you right now? I just got off work & that was an absolute headache. 112. Who was the last person you cried in front of? I’m not sure. 113. What was your childhood nickname? It has always been Joce. Pronounce Joss or Jossy.114. Have you ever been out of your province/state? Yes115. Do you play the Wii? No116. Are you listening to music right now? No118. Do you like Chinese food? Yes! I love takeout especially 119. Favourite book? The Glass Castle120. Are you afraid of the dark? Sometimes 121. Are you mean? I’d hope not, I try to be very nice. 122. Is cheating ever okay? Never never never 123. Can you keep white shoes clean? No, I try, but it’s inevitable. 124. Do you believe in love at first sight? No125. Do you believe in true love? Yes126. Are you currently bored? No128. Would you change your name? Yes129. What is your zodiac sign? Virgo130. Do you like subway? Sure, there are some sandwich places that are better though. This is an odd question lol. 131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? If I didn’t feel the same way, I’d tell them that I just want to remain friends. 135. Dumbest lie you ever told? I don’t think I’ve ever told a dumb lie.136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed? Closed 137. How tall are you? 5’6”138. Curly or Straight hair? Wavy, it’s an in between 139. Brunette or Blonde? I’m brunette140. Summer or Winter? Winter141. Night or Day? Night142. Favourite month? December 143. Are you a vegetarian? No144. Dark, milk or white chocolate? Dark145. Tea or Coffee? I guess I have to say tea lol. But I actually love both pretty equally. Hot chocolate is good as well. 146. Was today a good day? It was the usual. 147. Mars or Snickers? Neither, I’d pick Twix. 148. What’s your favourite quote? It would be from Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by William Wordsworth. “The things which I have seen I now can see no more.” 149. Do you believe in ghosts? Not really.

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threenorth · 3 years

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I hope (an ode to a girl i once loved)

I hope he gives you backrubs and shoulder rubs.

I hope he reminds you take your meds and drink water.

I hope you eat animal by product free, being vegan.

I hope you buy bcorp or ethically organic non GMO or whatever is new trendy.

I hope gives you forehead kisses those heal.

I hope he mediates over your well being and good health.

I hope he's brave enough to get his diagnosis and goes on medication.

I hope he cooks meals with you every night.

I hope he tucks you in goodnight, and never leaves your side.

I hope he goes on walks with you every weekend in the mountains.

I hope he forgives you when you hurt him.

I hope he makes blanket forts with you.

I hope he remembers how much my chemical romance means to you, especially G i mean * g note*

I hope you teach him your truths and he's brave enough to tell you his.

I hope he never let's go longer than 5 minutes holding your hand or chained in your arms.

I hope he makes you his priority no matter the day or time no matter where you are you know he will pickup the phone.

I hope he sings to you his favourite songs, and or yours.

I hope he holds your hand when your in pain.

I hope he brings you your favourite flowers when you are sad.

I hope he remembers your birthday.

I hope he knows your story even if it's weird quirks and all.

I hope he's supportive that when you do what you want next he's on board with it.

I hope he remembers your favourite ben and jerry's vegan ice cream flavour.

I hope he never forgerts the colour of your eyes in sun.

I hope he remembers your house incase something goes out of place he remembers where it was or went.

I hope he bites your lip and kisses your neck.

I hope he pulls you in when you look like you need a pickup.

I hope he gives you hickies.

I hope he wears a suit everyday.

I hope he laughs at your stupid shit because for me that's my favourite thing about you.

I hope he sings your favourite dubstep and repeats it line upon line.

I hope he remembers your first date.

I hope he remembers your favourite author even though there's plenty to choose from, I'll tell you i hope you say J.G he's my favourite because he taught me love.

I hope he does everything right.

I hope he makes playlists for you some of mine aren't the best but I'll relisen to them again if i had to.

I hope you look at the stars on your roof, point out your big three libra-unknown-unkown-

I hope he remembers the way you made him feel on the hard days.

I hope he lays on the floor with you listening to your favourite songs and cries with you, is it a tbwbhos, blackbird or landslide, Northern downpour kind of night?

I hope he sings your favourite wongs with you, anyone but you.

I hope he makes tea while you read together.

I hope you don't mind him wearing your clothes because you can wear any of his and he wouldn't mind.

I hope that he knows your favourite doctor, who not person, TENtant.

I hope he remembers to hold your hand when your in pain.

I hope he let's you get a masters and phd.

I hope he knows when you lie to protect him.

I hope he never lies to you not to protect you not because he doesn't love you but to surprise you.

I hope remembers your coffee order.

I hope he remembers the way your kiss feels like.

I hope he knows your warning signs.

I hope he's patience and kind.

I hope he remembers to carry tynol for those hard days of the month.

I hope he doesn't buy your liquor of choice but is smart enough to see the warning signs, but if he's anything like me if you ask i hope he's strong enough to give you it.

I hope he's strong enough to carry you across the line.

I hope he would run into a burning house to pull you out even if it kills him looking for you.

I hope when you feel fat he rememinds you beauty is inside and doesn't matter how you look.

I hope he remembers every key date in your relationship.

I hope he remembers your favourite places to eat.

I hope when he draws the line you know you can always cross it but he needs time alone.

I hope he remembers how angry you make him and how he never wants you angry.

I hope he remembers your life story so you never have to remind him about key parts of your life.

I hope you know what makes him tick.

I hope that you don't have to ask him and he alreday knows what's on your mind with one look.

I hope he makes you pancakes every morning.

I hope you only say goodnight and good morning.

I hope he remembers your favourite movies, momma told me stupid does what stupid does or is it a what you saying half half isn't vegan? Oh your saying that you want track meet club?

I hope he remembers your favourite Marvel character, it's gotta be loki for tom but i remember Thor's hammer on your keychain.

I hope he makes art with you.

I hope he thinks of you when he works out at the gym.

I hope he goes to yoga with you.

I hope he likes watching starwars 1-9, but you like the original trilogy (4 5 6)

I hope he remembers your favourite characters in movies.

I hope he remembers that when you push people away it's because your trying to protect them. I'm guilty of this too.

I hope he makes a sacrifice for you, I've made mine to try get better for you and I'm in my last mile of a marathon.

I hope he remembers the names you picked out and their reasons. A&A

I hope he goes to the gym and gets a six pack.

I hope he grows his beard and his hair long.

I hope he keeps your secrets.

I hope no matter how long you are apart he never stops thinking about you.

I hope he's a writer, or a poet or musician.

I hope he opens doors for you.

I hope he pays for your dates and food out.

I hope he knows gutair.

I hope he remembers your favourite bands.

I hope you wear your band shirts proud.

I hope he knows the small things are actually the biggest part of girl.

I hope he knows that you aren't afraid to raise your voice but it's the non verbals he needs to notice.

I hope he gets a tattoo of what you remind him of.

I hope he looks for you in everyone after you.

I hope he apologises when he's fucked up.

I hope he likes his nickname.

I hope he likes playing the video games you like as much as you.

I hope he and you watch cartoons till sunrise.

I hope he carries a notebook and pen with him to write down his poems or something you might say.

I hope he never makes the same mistake twice.

I hope he remembers your triggers and tries to avoid them so you never feel pain or sadness.

I hope he remembers every word from your mouth and or wrote.

I hope he does what's best for you even if it hurts him.

I hope he can use his voice.

I hope when he leaves before you wake you find a letter.

I hope you find post it notes everywhere.

I hope he's smart.

I hope he's a doctor, PhD.

I hope he's funny.

I hope he listens to what you say when you say something, but some rules have to be broken my dear so i hope you don't mind when he does.

Lastly i hope he brings you happiness...

I hope whatever you do that some where or sometime you know he loves you because it's taken me 7 years to relaize that i love you and i can't have you but I've made peace with that i can't have you and now I'll do what you ask. I'll go because you asked me.

I'll do anything you ask of me...but you told me to go live my life but that's something i don't want to without you... but i guess I'll do what you ask if that's still what you ask of me I will do what ever you want me to do..

We didn't get the chance to talk about it but you meet many people at different times in your life the perfect person my dear is timeless, whatever is next for you, i hope he loves it just as much as you and is prepared to do what you ask of him, or at least he meets you half way and you work towards the common goal a sacrifice but it's a price i hope he pays because i paid the price and i don't want anyone else to go through that.

But I'm always going to be thinking about the girl from the mountains.

I never forgotten you or anything about you but here's a handful off the top of my memory, but i still have things i never asked because i thought i had more time then i relaized i had but that's the problem you think you have time oh cruel time can be.

People ask why something's are my favourite and i have to say something about it that isn't you.

And yes if when they ask about you I tell them i fucked up and I'm forever going to suffer but i don't talk about you to them.

Goodbye, Freind.

I'll miss you forever,

You will always be special to me, i guess i can't be anything but that. You taught me how to fall, you taught me I wasn't alone in my hard days.

You taught me so many things. But the hardest lesson I'm learning is to whatever she asks you do If she wants it you do it no matter whatever it is even if it means you never come back ever again.

You taught me about many things to many to remember but ultimately i can't stop thinking about them.

These are the ones stuck in my head and ultimately i also have to work on some so don't take it as gospel.

I hope this goodbye isn't as painful as the last but I've already said goodbye once before so it's not like anything is going to change for me...

You have to risk everything to get everything.

I understand that i must go loose myself to get my life, i remember when you told my mind was beautiful and all i saw was a smart man suffering now what i see is the psychologist reminding you how beautiful it is to see the world only like you.

In all my dreams, hopes, and dreams i held on because i couldn't bring myself to do it.

I tried but it was before March 23rd.

My last word for you is.. Hope.

Hold On Planet Earth.

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