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#to her in junior year + if anything we only got closer after that (and I literally sobbed the entire time I told her lol bc I was so afraid)
cherry1sblog · 6 months
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PAIRING: Lee heeseung × fem!reader
PART 1 PART 2
GENRES:smut, fluff, bullying, alcohol,party, unprotect ed sex (rember to wrap your Willy so the out come won't be silly
WARNINGS there is bullying in this heeseung is basically a dick to y/n and nothing in this story is real!!! This is fan fiction and the way I write about heeseung is not the way I portray him as he's a person himself this is simply for entertainment only !!
SUMMARY:heeseung had always bullied you through your 3 years of Highschool but never let anyone touch you other then him and if he found out someone did that was the end of it you were basically marked as his toy that's until the summer of your junior year you had enough you were done with him always making fun of you and you hated the fact that after all he did I to you you still adored him and liked him but it dosent matter cause you wanted to leave your senior year with a banger so you were no longer your nerdy self still smart asf obvi but appearance wise different you got contacts new clothes thank god you guys didn't have a dress code and most importantly you spent all summer learning how to do your makeup..
“Heeseung hyung do you know why y/n just left?” Sunoo asked “we had an argument cause she was being a bitch again “ sunghoon heard heeseungs remark and was upset “heeseung I know it’s your birthday but fuck you dude y/n was the one who organized everything with sunoo” “yeah hyung she even spent all night planing the decorations I know that you only do this to get her attention but we’re not in 7th grade anymore bulling her isn’t and was never going to work so stop being such an asshole “ heeseung washed with guilt he felt bad yes but sometimes he didn’t know any other way to show you how he felt and right now he felt really bad and realized how messed up he was being to you leaving his own party in his car trying to find you he realized it started to rain as it was the middle of October he knew you weren’t home yet cause the drive was around 20 min so the walk would be twice as long he felt the horrible now realizing you were walking in the rain but then he doted you sitting on a curb on a couple minutes from jakes house crying concer he got off and walked to you being to your level “hey y/n why don’t we go into the car it’s rai-“ you had pushed him he landed on his ass and now his butt was wet upset but not saying anything besides picking you up and putt you in the car slamming the door “what the hell heeseung “ “doll please just let me take you home it’s the least I can do enless you wanna walk in the rain” you hated how he had a point but you really didn’t wanna walk in that rain you were already soaked “here my coat “ he handed you his coat realizing that you were going in the opposite detraction of your house “hey my house isn’t this way” “my house is closer” you were gonna argued with him but you really just wanted to get out of these clothes “oh and um t-hanks for setting up my party “ you were surprised they Lee heeseung was saying thank you not even caring that he found out you were the one who planned it all “wow they Lee heeseung is thanking me “ he laughed “don’t get ahead of yourself now “ he said as you guys pulled into his driveway and hell heeseung house was big not as big as jakes but still really fucking big “are you coming inside or just gonna chill in the car “ running to his front step cause of the rain “my parents aren’t home there on a business trip so you can spend the night “ nodding at him admiring the decorations in his house followinghim up stairs and into his room “uh I don’t really have anything that will fit you” he said as he handed you some pj pants and a t shirt “thanks “ you said him just nodding thinking he was gonna leave or go change in his bathroom but he just looked at you “um where can I change” “oh right sorry you can change in my bathroom” walking into his restroom you not I’d it was a lot more clean than you thought everything was organized you put on the clothes as they were obviously super big but that was fine walking out you saw heeseung changing you covers your eyes “you can open your eyes “ peeping realizing he had clothes on now cheeks red as you just saw heeseung shirtless “sorry I was. Just about to get my shirt “ “not its okay” he laughed at you “what’s so funny “ he just shook his head “havent you seen a guy naked before or without a shirt? You saw sunghoon without one so what’s the big deal “ you’ve obviously seen guys shirtless before many times in porn at the beach but for you to see them all alone with just the two of you it made you nervous your stomach turend with butterflies and sometimes you thoughts being in the gutter “I have obviously but still” he lifted his brow “but still what exactly?wait don’t tell me your….” You don’t under stand what he meant you looked at him as he smirked and laughed you didn’t get it “ wow doll are you still a virgin” you got embarrassed “ you really had me thinking you were actually a lit when really your just a innocent bunny” you scoffed at his words “you didn’t even let me answer” “ go on then answer
He told you but you had no idea what you were going to say so you just blurted anything “we’ll um if you reallly wanna know I’m not a vigrin anymore I’ve had a lot of sex before and given amazing head “ he look like didn’t believe you one bit with he shouldn’t you felt so stupid you says yeah I’ve given so much head before ughh “um okay? Yeah doll it’s okay if your a virgin it’s natural “ you shook you head “ but I’m not I just told you I’ve-“ “ then show me “ you didn’t know what to say mouth hanging open “ if your so good at giving head then show me “ you really didn’t know what to do only what you’ve seen on porn but you weren’t going to let heeseung win so you were just gonna try and reenact what you’ve seen on porn “ u-um okau” he say on the bed man spreading you walked over kneeling down infront of him undoing his belt but he grabbed your arm stoping you “ wait I know your lying y/n it really is okay i was just messing with you “ he looked at you with sorrow “ I don’t want you to do something and feel forced into it it’s okay to be a virgin and this is something you should lose with someone special “
You smiled at him knowing he cared but you were already infront of him so you might as well do it so then you could maybe learn “ I’m already infront of you and I want to do it you can help me along the way “ he looked confused “wait a minute you want me to be you what sex guide?” You nodded “ only if your sure “ you were sure and on the inside heeseungs heart was pounding and now growing hard thinking of you around his cock just as he always wanted you nodded to his question he released your arm you rubbed your palm over his pants as you seen the girls do before heeseung crowed to it throwing his head back you slowly zipped his pants down ridding him of his sweats and then you saw the tent in his boxers the outline already scared you heeseung saw that panick in you face “you don’t have to continue doll if you don’t want “ you shook your head your wanted to do this you pulled his boxers down and he was so pretty that your mouth started to drool “ so big” you started to moved your hand up and down spitting on his shaft moving up and down then adding your mouth to his tip swirling on his slit his eyes rolled back “fuck y/n you feel so good “ he bunged your hair “may I “ you nodded he started to fuck your face he was so big he had you stuffed gagging on him he kept rolling his eyes back “ah fuck you like being a slut for me don’t you “ you didn’t say anything but you were getting wet “my own slut my doll so I can use you whenever I want right” you gagged on him again and he can you couldn’t breath but it was worth it he came all in your mouth you swallowed it he pulled out of your mouth “did you swallow doll” you stuck out your tounge to show him “did I do good “ he grabed your jaw “you were amazing “ he placed you gently on the bed your heart was racing you were nervous and I’m pretty sure heeseung can tell by the way your eyes were closing “hey pretty girl look at me we don’t have to do this we can take it slow okay “ he looked at you like you were the most important thing to him you felt wanted by him “I want to do it “ you said it but with hesitation he held your hand “look we’ll see if you wanna go thrue with the rest after I’m done eating this pretty little pussy” you smacked him as he giggled he slowly took off your pants seeing the wet patch on your cute pink underwear rubbing his finger over you there was a barrier you needed more it felt to good already “he-heeseung m-ah” he licked a strip on your underwear sliding your underwear done now feeling a bit exposed you closer your legs “don’t hide from me cause now this pussy belings to me and only me okay doll” you nodded he went down on you he licked sucked and fucked your hole with his tounge and fingers and it felt so good but you wanted more you wanted him as close to you as he could be “ah hee-“you moans so loud as he started to go faster you were close “please heeseung don’t stop feels so fucking good “ your eyes rolled back you couldn’t hold it any longer cumming all over his tounge “ you taste so good doll” you blushed at his comment “heeseung please “ “please what baby?” You go shy you didn’t wanna say it “use your words or I don’t know what you want “ checks turning a bright rosy red as you told him what you wanted “please fuck me need it so bad seungie “ the nick name was knew to him but he loved it
Aligning hip tip with your entrance before he put his tip in he was so big in you he could feel just how tight you were “holy fuck your so tight” heeseung and you throwing you heads back as he bottomed out “tell me when I can move baby” you didn’t want to wait anymore “please just fuck me heeseung “ and with that he slowly thrusted not wanting to hurt you witch it felt werid at first but it felt so good after awhile “omg fuck” heeseung starts kissing you slowly “been wanting to do this for so fucking long always have that big ass mouth of yours “ you couldn’t say anything other than “fuck y-“ heeseung started to pound into “what’s wrong doll I swear you were saying something “ you were to fucked out to say anything you felt a coil in your stomach but at the same time it didn’t feel like how it felt when you would touch yourself so you had no idea what was happening it felt so strong “omg wa- ah” heeseung pressed on your stomach wear his duck was bulging from it felt so god that right then I’m the the coil broke it felt so good your body felt so warm “did you cum baby” heeseung starts kissing down your neck and still keeping his pace you feel sensitive but I’m a good way “fuck keep clenching on me doll” and you did you could feel heeseungs dick twitch inside you and then you felt the warmth of his cum you felt so full heeseung panting both of you out of breath as he laid besides you “holy shit that was amazing “ you said “wait shit “ heeseung looked at you confused realizing that you just slept with heeseung your biggest enemy it was too late now but you didn’t want anyone to know “can we maybe keep this beetween us?” Heeseung seemed hurt “uh yeah sure” you didn’t understand why but he did but he always makes stupid remarks of course “ wait is it cause you don’t want people to know how dumb fucked you were over my dick” playfully hitting his chest “no heeseung cause I don’t want people knowing my business but I’m tired can I sleep now “ he nodded giving you a shirt and holding you while you slept
//The next morning \\
You woke up in heeseungs arms and it actually felt nice you didn’t want to get up but you had to you slipped as careful as you could not wanting to wake him as he looked so peaceful grabbing his and your clothes and making way to find his washer and dryer you went to go washed up from your pervious night activities and by the time you were done you undies were done drying slipping them on and throwing one of heeseungs black shirts on going to make breakfast but before that you wanted to wake heeseung so you tried to wake him up by tapping on him but that didn’t work so you set on him and slowly started to kiss his lips then his cheek and then his jaw you were going down more but he stopped you “doll it’s too early for you to be acting bad “ you faced him “all I wanted to know was if your hungry I wanted to make you some food “ he smiled at you and pecked your lips the rest of that day you spent with heeseung not answering anyone just the two of you together until someone showed up at his door you opened the door not knowing who it was but you found out it was Sunghoon you were fucked “y/n? What are you doing at heeseungs place “ you didn’t know what to say at all “um he took me here after I left cause I was walking home in the rain so he said it would be bad for him to just leave me in the rain “ he didn’t seemed like he believed it not one bit “so where’s heeseung then “ the dort opend more “right here “ heeseung said as he showed himself “why are you just standing at the door come in werido “ you were so confused heeseung was acting to normal “I’m the werido you had everyone thinking you two were dead “ and really hit you your parents but then also realizing your parents weren’t home either they too were on Bissnens trips “well I’m not see we’re standing perfectly fine “ sunghoon rolled his eyes “well I can see that now but if he just wanted to make sure you don’t get sick why are you still here then it’s like 6 pm not only that you wearing hyungs shirt ?“ you looked at heeseung sunghoon got you both there I mean to everyone eles you guys are enimes in reality heeseung should have just left you there to walk in the rain but this isn’t like that At all “uh that’s a good question “ heeseung looked back at you both no knowing what to say but before sunghoon could speak you interrupted him “ I stayed because both are parents are on trip right now so we thought it be better to stay together cause I get scared being home alone and I wasn’t going to sleep in my dress duh “ you were hopeful he believed that “oh ok I mean I Gusse that makes sense but why haven’t you guys answered anyone “ see we’ll for the past like 8 hours you and heeseung have been bing watching the summer I turend pretty so that wasn’t something you had to come up with
“y/n wanted to watch the summer I turend pretty and I thought it was stupid but it’s actually a really good show we’re almost finished with it wich you actually interrupted” Sunghoon honestly was questioning why he’s even freinds with the both of you but sunghoon also came to say that “we’ll another reason I came and why we’ve been calling you nonstop is cause jake got into a fight with someone at the party “ you were conceded Scince jake was super nice like a golden retriever and seeing him hurt would upset you “WHAT is he okay????” Sunghoon nodded assuring he was fine but the other guy was not “ I don’t get it what was it wall about? Why did they even fight “ sunghoon sighs “well actually I think it good that y/ms here now but it’s a bit upsetting” you were confused what’s so bad that invoked Jake getting into a fight cause of you “the guy I Guess was taking pictures up girls dresses and skirts and you were one of them “ you were grossed out your heart sank you felt like you were gonna puke tears forming at the corner of your eyes “but there’s more I Gusse he had posted the pics he took of girls on accident and a bunch of people are calling all the girls whores “ you were definitely upset but still didn’t get why jake got into the fight “not only that but the guy got all up in jakes face cause he called him out for it and then he said some stuff about you being a whore “ heeseung looked at you to see a reaction they both did “I’m. Not sure what to say who tf is this guy?” He wasn’t really sure either he saw him but didn’t know who he was “apparently your freind soobin knows him but the dude is like a complete loser his name is minje that’s all I really know “ Minje that name sounded so familiar to you but you don’t know why after that sunghoon ended up calling the boys and chu and some of the other girls so everyone was at heeseungs you all decided to have a game night
“During the game “
“Fuck you this ain’t fair jake hyung keeps Stealling my money “ it’s been 30 min into the game and the boys were already arguing “it’s not my fault you don’t notice this monopoly dosent have rules so suck it up” everyone was laughing at them but this game was gettin absolutely no where so you asked if they wanted to play a diffrent game “what game did you have in mind?” You were think but you didn’t really know “uh I’m not sure this game is boring that’s all I know “ “oh oh wait I have an idea “ chu said “how about we play spin the bottle scince there’s a good number of us “ there were 7 girls and 8 boys so chu was right we all went into a circle heeseung grabbing a beer bottle placing it in the center “okay who wants to go first “ Jake being jake he went first “oh shit I’m scared “ Jake said but it landed on chu every one in the room went ooooooo chu and jake ended up kissing but you guys weren’t in middle school anymore so you suggested a little more “istead of just a kiss why don’t we do make outs scince well kissing is a bit boring “ everyone agreed with you beomgyu went he needed uo kissing yerim and then jungwon went he kissed Yuna and then it was your turn you were nervous but exited you kinda were hoping for heeseung but you landed on sunghoon it’s not like you haven’t kissed before but you guys didn’t really understand what you were anymore more confusing at the fact that we’ll you had slept with heeseung nothing really made sense to you about this but it’s just a game right no actual feeling involved right? “Do I have to come to you or ?” You spaced out but went to sunghoon and he just grabbed your wait and pulled you in you guys probly made out for a good minute but when you went back to your spot you could see heeseungs death glare at you after 2 more people went it was heeseungs turn he  spined  the bottle and what do you know thank you lord for making this more awkward then it had to be you were really reconsidering your life “holyyy shit y/nnie your got two kissies in one night” but then as sunoo said that jake smacked him “shut the fuck up sunoo rember there not the best of freinds “ everyone kinda gose silent “hey if you don’t want to y/n it’s ok “
Sunghoon said “no it’s fine I mean it’s just a game after all” you said it’s so nonchalant but you were nervous for some reason acting like you didn’t just sleep with heeseung “hurry up doll your taking to long “ heeseung was sitting down man spreading as you went to his side of the room with the couch you say on his lap you knew he was tryna be a bit of an ass but no everyone was kinda shocked that you were being so bold before heeseung could even initiate the kiss you grabed his jaw and started to make out with heeseung for a good 2 min “okay okay we get it stop before I bulge my eyes out “ jungwon said “I felt like I was watching the intro to a porn “ Everyone laughed at yunas comment “okay well I thinks it’s time for a movie no” everyone got exited but offfff course it had to be a scary movie you liked scary movies but y’all were gonna watch the nun but honestly something even scary happend the fact that you were sat tight in between sunghoon and heeseung you wanted to kys in that moment but something happens while you and sunghoon were giggle to the point where heeseung just didn’t wanna sit next to you guys anymore wich was werid “I’m actually gonna head up to bed you guys I’m getting tired but feel free to do whatever “ you guys all looked confused but continued with the movie
\\half way thrue the movie//
You had gotten scared 3 times and by this time sunghoon suggested you just on his lap instead of jumping on his lap like 70 diffrent times so you were seated on top of him sunghoon was grabbing onto your shirt but cause we was also trying to cover his eyes and then “BAM” you all jumped and screamed chu thru all the popcorn on the floor “ your so fucking stupid we should have known you didn’t have to pee” yuna told Jake “first of all that’s was rude second of all you all looked like you shit yourself” you were moving so much you forgot you were sitting on sunghoon put his hand on you thigh and squeezed it “please stop moving “ thats when you felt it you felt bad but also felt butterflies you didn’t stop moving through the movie it wasn’t like sexual it’s just when a scary scene came up you’d move more then you needed too that’s when “hey y/n come get more drinks with me “ you looked at him confused “huh?” But everyone ofc wanted a drink but no one wanted to get up “ommggg get me another soda please “ chu said so you went with sunghoon as you walk in sunghoon closed the kitchen door and went behind you whispering in your ear “you think your little game is cute huh?” You were confused “what game “ you said defending yourself “I know you and heeseung fucked if he really only let you borrow his clothes he woulda gave you some pants “ you were caught in your own lie you were fucked “so you let heeseung fuck you before me “ he said as he started to kiss your neck you turned around to get him off of you a bit “cmon pretty gurl I already know it obvious let me make you feel good hm”……….
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I’m so sorry this took so long. I know you guys have been waiting for this so I try to make it as long as possible there was a lot going on so I didn’t have as much time but I hope you guys enjoy this in the meantime. also this is a proofread inside so long, but I have been wanting to start another series so for the next part of this might be may be a bit longer or maybe sooner but I’ve been wanting to start a new series so I’m trying to figure out some stuff, but I think you guys will be very patient and I love you all so much🩷
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jadelion · 2 months
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I need to know that you're ok
This is my first fanfic, I hope you like it.
AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53663482
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Adaine x Fabian
Mostly fluff and a bit of hurt/comfort
Summary: Fabian doesn't want to go home, Adaine wants to help him
(Junior Year spoilers)
"You guys wanna go to Basrar's?" Fabian asked, as nonchalantly as possible.
It was the end of their first week back at school and Seacaster Manor had only felt lonelier day by day. He didn't want to make it obvious, but going back to that empty home was something Fabian desperately wanted to avoid.
Fig was the first to respond, “Sure, I got nothing else to do!”
Each of the others responded in turn, until it came to Adaine. She paused for a moment, knowing that they all did in fact have quite a lot of work to do. However, as she looked at Fabian she saw something in his eyes that convinced her to agree.
As they all climbed into the Hangvan, Adaine sat next to Fabian. She bumped his shoulder to get his attention.
“You good?” she asked with a kind smile.
“Yeah… yeah! I'm good.” he responded, in a not very convincing tone.
She nodded her head, “Alright.”
She had decided to let it rest for now, but Adaine was determined to figure out what was troubling her friend and to help him though it.
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They all sat around a table at Basrar's, sipping milkshakes and eating ice-cream.
“Do you guys think Squeem will make it back here?” Kristen asked.
Fig responded, “I believe in him.”
Gorgug nodded along.
Riz pushed some papers towards Kristen and she picked them up to read with a sigh.
“Oh, is that for the campaign? How's it going?” Adaine inquired.
“Yeah, it's going great. I really think we have a shot at this.” Riz answered.
“We're going to destroy that Kippercopper Whatever-the-fuck.” Kristen said excitedly.
“Hell yes!” Fabian yelled.
The bad kids went on discussing life and school, but every now and then Adaine shifted her focus to Fabian. She just couldn't get the thought of that look in his eyes out of her head. It was lessened now, but it still worried her. She needed to know that he was alright.
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Later, they were all sat around the TV in Mordred Manor. They'd picked out some fun, shitty horror movie to watch. The sun was setting by the time the credits rolled and Gorgug got out of his seat.
“I better be getting home.” He announced to the group, “Fabian, Riz, you two want a ride?"
“Yeah, sure.” Riz responded.
“Ehh, I don't need to go home right away.” Fabian said, leaning back in his seat on the sofa. “I think I'll stick around here a bit longer.”
Gorgug and Riz said goodbye and the others went back to chatting. After a while, Fig jumped out of her seat, announcing that she had just come up with an idea for a song. Without another word she ran off to her room.
About half an hour later, Kristen left as well to do her pre-bed workouts, leaving only Adaine and Fabian in the living room.
“I can leave if you want to go to bed soon.” Fabian said.
“No, no, I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” Adaine responded, turning to face him on the sofa. “What's up with you?”
“Huh?”
“You've been acting weird all week. You brushed me off when I asked about it earlier, but I know something’s wrong.”
“Adaine, I…”
“If you really don't want to talk about it that's fine, but I really just want to help you.”
Fabian sighed. “No, it's fine. It might actually be good to talk about it. So, you know how my Mama and Gilear went on holiday?"
“Yeah.”
“Well, I have no idea how to live on my own. I don't know how to cook, I don’t know how to clean my clothes… I don't know how to do anything.”
“Oh, you should’ve told us sooner, we can help you learn how to do all that stuff!”
Fabian lit up a little at this, but there was still something bothering him. “That's wonderful, thank you Adaine.” He said with some hesitation.
Adaine moved a little closer to him on the sofa. “There's still something wrong, what is it?”
“Well…” He sighed, “God this is pathetic.”
She put her hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. “No Fabian, it's not pathetic to ask for help. Please, tell me about it.”
He looked away from her, fidgeting with his hands. The feeling of her hand on his shoulder made him calmer, yet somehow more nervous at the same time.
“I don't think I want to live alone. Each night in that empty house makes me more and more miserable.”
“I see, well I’m sure Jawbone and Sandra Lynn would be more than happy for you to stay here. Tracker’s old room is free now, or I have a spare bed in my room if you’d prefer that.”
Relief flooded Fabian’s body as he felt as though a weight was lifted. Though, his heart still raced for some reason that he couldn't quite understand.
“Oh, Adaine, you’re far too kind.” He said, but then he took a moment to think. “I thought Aelwyn was staying in that bed.”
Fabian’s question caught Adaine off guard, now it was her who couldn't look at him. She removed her hand from his shoulder as she stared at her reflection in the blank TV.
“Uh, not anymore. She moved out before we got back.” She paused for a moment. “I wish I could have spent more time with her before that.”
Fabian wished he could help her the way she had helped him, but there was no easy solution to this problem. So, he tentatively put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, in hopes to at least comfort her.
His touch was warm and soft, breaking through the brave face she had being trying to put on. She leaned into the hug, struggling to keep her composure.
“We save the world and I reconnect with my sister, only to have to go out and save the world again and not get to spend any time with her. And to top it all off, I'm going to need to get about 10 jobs just to pay for school supplies.” She started crying as she buried her face into his chest. “I feel like we never get a goddamn break.”
“Adaine.” He said softly as he hugged her tighter. “I'll pay for your school stuff if you want.”
She sobbed softly. “I don't want to burden you.”
“It's not a burden. I have plenty of money, why not use it for something good?”
She was silent for a few moments, thinking it through, before she responded quietly, “Thank you, Fabian.”
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They sat there silently in each others’ embrace for about 10 minutes, until they both suddenly became rather aware of their current position. Adaine could feel Fabian's heart racing and her mind wandered back to a memory that it often did, a memory that she was always trying to forget.
It was about two years ago when they had fought at the Durinson Mithral Factory. Fabian was talking to the Hangman and he made a comment about her that she wasn't really supposed to hear, but she did.
"She is rather cute”
It shouldn't have stuck in her mind the way it did, they were just friends. When he started pursuing her sister she tried to completely shove any other possibilities out of her mind. Though, that was extremely difficult to do when so much of what he did still made her heart pound.
At the same time, Fabian was trying to push away similar thoughts. That's what he had always been trying to do, attempting to find distractions that could keep his mind off her. First with Aelwyn and now more recently with Ecaf. He could let himself get caught up in those toxic relationships to keep himself from the possibility of getting his feelings truly hurt by someone who actually mattered to him.
However, he couldn't stop the fact that every time he saw her cast a powerful spell he would get a little flustered. He couldn't deny the fact that so often when he was showing off it was in an attempt to impress her. He wished these things weren't true and that he could just see her the same way he saw the rest of his friends, but they were and he couldn't.
Neither of the two knew the other’s feelings and they were both so sure that their feelings could never be reciprocated.
Adaine pushed herself away from Fabian as she felt her face flushing. His heart sank as he felt the space grow between them, but a part of him was thankful for it. However, as she turned away from him, he noticed something that made him a little worried.
“Adaine, are you feeling alright? Your whole face is red. Should I go get someone to help?”
“N- no no, I'm fine, it's nothing.” She stammered.
She stood up and moved a few paces away from him. He followed behind her, but stayed a little back, not wanting to overwhelm her.
“Adaine, seriously, what's wrong?” He asked softly.
So many thoughts were rushing through her head as she desperately tried to figure out some way to brush this all off. Without thinking, she suddenly blurted out the loudest thing on her mind.
“Do you still think I'm pretty?”
Fabian just stood there in stunned silence, trying to figure out how to respond. As soon as Adaine realised what she had said she began to panic.
“Oh, no no no no no no no.”
She started walking away, not able to face him, not able to face the look of disgust that was surely on his face. But before she could, he gently grabbed her. As she stopped in her tracks, he turned her to look at him.
“Wait, Adaine, I… yes.”
As he looked into her eyes, Fabian knew that he couldn't run from it anymore. Still holding her hand in his, he gently placed his other hand on her cheek and took a deep breath.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked quietly.
Adaine’s heart pounded in her chest as she heard those words and nodded her head. It felt like nothing mattered outside of this moment with him.
He leaned forward and kissed her softly. It was different to any kiss he'd had before. Not as intense, but just as, if not more, passionate.
As he pulled away they both took a second to process what had just happened. They each felt like they had been freed from something that had been trapping them for a while now. However, Adaine was still slightly anxious.
“What will the others say?” She asked.
“That's an issue for tomorrow.” Fabian responded, leading her back towards the sofa. “Let's just enjoy this right now.”
As they sat back down, they kissed again, this time more sure of themselves. They held one another tightly. After a while, they fell asleep in each others' arms, nervous and excited for what this change in their relationship might bring.
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thereindeerlady · 5 months
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Hello to the 2 Zukka fans who may actually see this, i bring you Free Thoughts of a 2 am snacker!
Zukka hockey player/figure skater au
Now, i know what you’re thinking: Lydia! Tupp! This has already been done before!
And you would be correct! However! My brain has tweaked it in a way i have personally yet to see (wink wink nudge nudge drop the fic links if you’ve read this before)
So! My thoughts on the subject:
Hockey Player Zuko and Figure Skater Sokka
Zuko, child figure skating prodigy who suffered a tragic accident, is hidden away for two years before he reemerges under his Uncle’s care as a fierce hockey competitor after everyone said he’d never skate again
Sokka, who’s sister Katara became a World Junior Champion at 16* in ice hockey and who Sokka feels he can never live up to, enjoys after-hours figure skating on the same ice he works to maintain. Sokka, who watches singles programs galore and learns his favorites and recreates them, posting them to youtube for his 6 followers (Hakoda, Bato, GranGran, some kid name Aang, and two other anonymous strangers). Sokka who has a natural grace to him despite the obvious lack of formal training, who skates like he’s got everything and nothing to lose, whose love for the art shows in every glide and every turn. Sokka who gets discovered one day by an old grumpy coach who offers to give him a few tips. Sokka who is a fast learner and spends ages 14 to 18 quickly climbing the local ranks.
Zuko, who, at 16 faces a second injury that takes him out of hockey forever. Zuko, who has just been officially disowned as his own sister takes to the spotlight. Zuko, angry at the world, lashing out at everyone around, but goes willingly with his uncle when Iroh suggests a change of scenery 6 months into his recovery. Zuko who is determined to skate again, if only for himself, if only to prove that yes, he is strong enough to come back again. Zuko who strikes a deal with local ice rink that if he sits and runs the front counter during the day while his uncle runs the popular new tea shop inside the rink, he can use the rink after hours once his injury is healed enough. Almost 17 year old Zuko who stays late to reorganize some papers behind the counter one night and sees Sokka step onto the ice and go through vigorous warm ups and exercises. Zuko, who drifts a little closer and watches as Sokka is told he can skate anything he wants for the first skate. Zuko, hearing the song from the last program he ever skated come on through the speakers and watching as Sokka skates through it easily, with a passion Zuko himself had never managed to feel. Zuko, who occasionally stays behind to secretly watch a pretty boy skate and never gets caught for 4 more months. Zuko, who is finally cleared by his physical therapist to get back on the ice but with orders to take it slow, gliding carefully out onto well-taken-care-of ice for the first time in almost a year in skates very different from his last pair, and it feels strangely like coming home.
Sokka who watches a stranger hesitantly enter the rink. He comes to the rink on his nights off when everything at home becomes too much. He loves his sister and his parents- because Bato never needed to marry his dad to be a second father to him- and he even loves his sweet crazy old GranGran, but sometimes it all gets to be too much. They know he’s seriously training in figure skating now but they’ve never come to any of his recitals**. Its not that they dont care, but theres always something else going on. “Oh, we cant, Katara has her out of state tournament that weekend” or “Oh no bud Im so sorry, Bato and I are going on a late anniversary trip that day” or even “I have too much homework, Sokka, I’ll come to the next one, promise!” The only one who never makes an excuse but he also never actually sees in the audience is GranGran (this’ll be important later on wink wink). So, when things get to be too much and Sokka gets tired of having to be the loudest person in the room just to simply be acknowledged, he comes to his safe place. The rink after hours. Sokka watches from the upper shadows as the stranger takes careful, measured, practiced glides. Like riding a bike for the first time in ages, they’re hesitant at first before they slowly gain traction. At first, he thinks the stranger is just going to glide from one end to the other all night but instead he watches as they slowly begin a few exercises. Very familiar exercises. (Do you see where im going with this?) And then, they turn around, and Sokka is suddenly breathless because before him is the most beautiful boy- the most beautiful human- he’s ever seen. And sure, maybe Sokka has always fallen too fast and too hard, and sure, Sokka has literally never talked to this boy in his entire life, but Sokka looks at him and sees that look on his face and knows. ‘He’s just like me.’
Zuko who keeps coming back and lingers before Sokka gets on the ice. Sokka who stays late to watch Zuko retrain himself. Piandao who is sick and tired of watching these two boys dance around each other when they could clearly be learning from one another because, though Zuko had not trained in figure skating in years, he had been a true prodigy and he picked it back up easier than he should have been able. Piandao who was Zuko’s first coach before his father transferred him to Zhao’s guidance. (Jeong Jeong, a retired pro hockey player who is tired of listening to his husband bitch all day anout oblivious idiots because they’re starting to remind him of himself and Piandao when they were young and headstrong.) Jeong Jeong who finally takes matters into his own hand and tells the boy who runs his front counter that Piandao would like for him to come to Sokka’s next practice and then tells Piandao to “Stop whining and do something now, I’ll see you at home” with a kiss on the cheek as the two boys shyly trade introductions.
Zuko who begins helping Sokka with his training even as he himself recovers and relearns. Sokka showing up on the nights Zuko skates alone with greasy takeout and the occasional baked good his GranGran made that day. Sokka and Zuko curling up on the couch in the back office watching old figure skating videos on an old laptop and Sokka finally realizing exactly who Zuko is as Zuko finally realizes Sokka is that one youtuber he watched for years when he was younger. Zuko laughing and telling him that the random subscriber Aang is actually a friend of his and the other anonymous subscriber was just Zuko’s second account after he lost the password to the first.
On one of their casual skate nights, once Zuko is back to full strength, Sokka suggests they learn a pairs skate tongether for fun. Ike a trust exercise!” He says as if he hasnt been dying to know what it would feel like to skate in tandem with Zuko since he first saw his face. Zuko agrees and he and Sokka find a program they both like. They decide who’s skating what and then begin to fumble through learning their individual parts. A week or two later, they try it together for the first time, no music, and its not half bad. They continue to learn it together and notice that the more they skate together, the better they get individually. Zuko’s refined control gives Sokka a more polished look without smothering his passion while Sokka’s passion and fluidity allows Zuko to loosen up and actually enjoy what he’s doing. (1 hour mark)
Eventually, they put it to music, and Piandao and Jeong Jeong emerge from the shadows at the end of the song. Piandao asks them if they want to learn their own pairs program to compete together this year. The two boys share a look and agree almost immediately. The next few months are spent learning the choreography. Sokka and Zuko both go through core strength training and lifting weights because Piandao is currently planning to have them both lift each other at some point in the program.
Time jumps forward to the competitions and Zuko and Sokka blow it out of the water. This time, Sokka spots his GranGran when Zuko is pointing out and waving to his Uncle Iroh near the top of the rink. She’s sitting with Zuko’s uncle and he’s elated to see her there and yet, disappointed that his family still hasn’t come to support him. Time jumps again. Sokka and Zuko spends hours training and then hours on their off days hanging around Zuko and Iroh’s house or even Iroh’s tea shop. They ofc have spent all of this time in continual pining.
But, time jump to when they’re both 18 and 19 and they’ve both just qualified to skate pairs at Junior Worlds for the second year and this year they’re sure to win. They’re in Zuko’s kitchen, baking, and as they’re waiting for the over timer to go off, a slow song comes on. Sokka, in contrast to his norm, is quiet and gentle in the way he offers Zuko his hand and they slow dance in the kitchen with flour in their hair. They’re a little giggly and high on adrenaline but neither are sure who leans in first, only that they are both very much on board with the whole kissing thing. Despite the years of tension, the kiss is tentative and sweet. They begin dating and it only makes their program better. The love they have for each other so clearly pours over into their skating.
This Junior Worlds is the first tike GranGran finally drags the rest of the family by the ear to come and watch Sokka compete and to Zuko’s surprise, he sees Aang and a few of his other friends in the audience. Sokka and Zuko win (to no ones surprise).
Insert sokka family angst and resolve here. Insert zuko family trauma etc here
Sokka and Zuko go om to do more pairs skating things and they live happily ever after etc ete
I ran out of steam there but its 3:10 in the morning and i started at 1:51. Hope you enjoyed, this has been 2 am thoughts with Lydia.
* i did minimal research here, be proud
** same thing but even less this fime
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lokis-army-77 · 2 years
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Andrew nNeiman fluff, him being a dad and putting his daughter to bed and then coming to his wife(reader) and being all cutesy
Sleep tight
Andrew Neiman x female reader
Word Count: 795 (Short and sweet)
The Reader comes home from work and sees her husband asleep with their daughter after reading her a bedtime story.
Warning: None
Inbox is open
Masterlist (Taglist linked here)
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I never usually came home late, but today I had. Traffic was worse than it had ever been and my boss at work had dropped two deadlines on me after lunch today. Needless to say, I had to stay a few extra hours and now I was super stressed and wanted nothing more than to see my daughter and husband and then curl into bed. Thank god tomorrow was Saturday or I would be even more on edge. 
The apartment was quiet as I walked through the door, setting my purse on the kitchen counter and kicking my shoes off next to the door. 
“I’m home!” I called out but received no answer. Curiously, I walked out of the kitchen and down the narrow hallway where I saw a sliver of light coming through the crack in my daughter's bedroom door. 
Quietly, I pushed the door open. Andrew was sprawled out on the tiny toddler bed with our daughter cradled in one arm and a book in the opposite hand. She had already fallen asleep, her tiny grip on her plush triceratops loose and mouth wide open with small deep breaths going in and out. Andrew was on his way there too, head, nodding off every so often as he read, not noticing he had gone over the same two sentences three times. 
I smiled, crossing my arms and slowly backing out of the doorway. Waking him up would have startled him and I don’t think I could handle both his and our daughter whining about being woken up at the moment. So, I went to our room at the end of the hall and got ready for bed. 
The shower was hot and, although not exactly what I needed, it helped immensely to ease the tension in my shoulders. I wasn’t in there long, thanks to the shitty water heater going cold after about ten minutes. Then, on to pajamas. The soft fabric of my sleep shorts graced my fingers as I grabbed them from where I had tossed them at the foot of the bed this morning. I tugged them on and immediately began rummaging through the dresser for one of Andrew’s shirts to wear. Ever since we got together in junior year of college and practically moved in together, I had never worn anything else to sleep in, and now, I don’t think I ever will. 
Yawning, I threw the covers of the bed back and snuggled in, shining in relief when my aching feet were finally able to have a rest. It wasn’t long after that, that I started to doze off, only waking when I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. 
Opening my eyes only a sliver, I watched as Andrew entered the room and left the door cracked open. My eyes closed again while I listened to him rummaging around the room, trying to be quiet so he didn’t wake me, but he’s never been the most careful person. A laugh left my lips when he accidentally hit one of the symbols of his drumset in the corner of the room. 
“Shit.” I heard him say as he quickly grabbed it, stopping the vibrations. 
“You know,” I spoke up, “I swear you could wake the dead. You are literally the least quiet person ever.” I rolled over to look at him. 
He stared at me with a sheepish smile. “I thought you were asleep.”
“Hun, if I had been, I wouldn’t be now.”
“Sorry.” He dropped into bed, scooting closer to me. His hand came out to hold the side of my face, thumb caressing back and forth. “How was your day?” 
“Shit. Why did you ever let me apply for an office job?” I couldn’t stop my words from coming out in an annoyed grumble. 
“Hey, you were the one who said it was a dream of yours to have a cubical.” He defended.
“Well, I take it back.” 
He only shook his head and leaned in to kiss my forehead. “I missed you, and so did Carter.” 
“I know. I tried to make it home before bedtime, but they gave me a ton of paperwork that needs to be submitted by Wednesday next week and I ended up staying overtime. And you know how traffic and the subway can get after work.” 
“You’re here now, and tomorrow is the weekend. So, just close your eyes and get some sleep.”
I did as he said, giggling when he started to pepper kisses all over my face before pressing one last one to my lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too baby.” I smiled and wrapped my arms around him, cuddling close to his warm body and quickly falling asleep to the sound of his rhythmic heartbeat.
Miles Taglist: @n3ssm0nique @babyhoneystvles @xelizabethvalentinex
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suspiciouspopsicle · 19 days
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spoilers for A Wicked Tale of Cinderella's Stepmom bc OH MY GOD shouting to the friend who recced this to me is not enough
This started out normal. it ALMOST started out BORING. It's an isekai. our protag, Mildred (hereafter Mil) got yeeted into the Cinderella story a day or so after the stepmother (who she is now living as) received a letter saying that her husband Fred's body had been found. (Fred is Cinderella/Ashley's dad).
So, the love interest is a guy named Daniel. Daniel is five years Mil's junior, and IMMEDIATELY smitten with her. He's pushy, but Mil is very no-nonsense, and doesn't let him get away with a lot. We do get hints that something's up with him, tho, bc no one else knows that her husband is dead yet, but Daniel absolutely will not use her married title. When she won't let him call her by her name, he compromises by calling her 'madam.'
He's vary cagey about himself, doesn't always answer questions or answers them in misleading ways, and there's rumors that people who anger him meet with misfortune. But he's very polite with Mil, aside from being mildly pushy.
And things just. Escalate.
A man is inappropriate with Mil during a dance, and Mil kicks him in the ankle (hoping to break his ankle, but it's only sprained) and a short while after Daniel hears the whole story, we find out that the man MYSTERIOUSLY broke both his legs and left the city to recuperate in the country.
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(ily, Mil!!)
And at some point, Daniel pulls this shit, which is just creeper behavior, honestly.
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and then Daniel murders a pickpocket!! :D
he killed that man!!!
that pickpocket is dead!!!
So, now we have learned that Daniel has some sort of magic where he can kill people without touching them, and ALSO, bc he was out in town with THE PRINCE, that at the very least, the prince is AWARE that Daniel has these powers and, while he had to look away, he did not do anything to prevent this or punish Daniel.
Daniel has a free pass to murder folk.
At this point, you can see why I would be very dubious about him being the romantic lead. At one point, I was worried that he had fallen for Mil before her husband went missing and died, and had ARRANGED for Fred's death, but more recent hints suggest this is not the case.
So, Mil has been one part willfully ignorant about Daniel's intentions toward her, and one part not expecting them this whole time. It gets to the point where Daniel just outright tells her that he likes her. She still tries to pretend he doesn't, and she uses her husband's "missing" status to delay responding. I should note that this whole time, she's been decently strict with Daniel about his behavior--scolding him if he's improper, and not allowing him to call her by her name at all, even tho they're getting closer and he's been helping out her and her family this whole time.
BUT THEN!! Mil finds out that a man WAY TOO OLD for her eldest daughter tried to blackmail her into marriage. And me being the filthy hypocrite that I am, I was instantly rooting for Mil to do a murder.
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I'm just gonna give you some pages right quick.
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And then IMMEDIATELY after shit calms down, and I mean, like. the first thing she says to Daniel after this is 'Don't touch something so dangerous with your bare hands. You could get cut.'
So, I'm like. Okay. I'm on board with the murder couple thing they have going on.
And the series just leans into how unhinged Daniel is, and Mil just keeps taking it mostly in stride. She got pretty mad at him when she found out his student was actually the prince in disguise, but like....
At one point, Daniel wants to stay at her place during the final exchanges of the sale of a piece of expensive art he's brokering for her. She tells him no at first, but then softens that 'no' to something like 'You have to find a way to avoid any rumors of impropriety.'
Daniel set his own home on fire.
He's gotta have a place to stay! :D And since he's helped Mil so much, it's just one friend doing a good turn for another!!! :D:D:D
She knows he started the fire.
It was around this point that I started thinking 'huh. these two are giving off a familiar vibe.'
My guys. If all I had were the details of the story, and someone told me this was a bingqiu au, I'd believe it. We have:
-Older isekai'd pov character (who wears a lot of green, incidentally), who is CERTAIN she's in one particular story no matter how many times it takes a weird turn. She has daughters, rather than disciples, but she IS training them to take their places in this woman-hating society. She does not see Daniel as someone who could have a romantic interest in her until he makes the idea impossible to avoid.
-Younger, smiley love interest completely smitten with the MILF protag, who has supernatural powers beyond those of the rest of the cast, and who really couldn't give two shits about anyone who isn't Mil, unless showing some extra consideration would either make Mil happy, or give him a chance to spend more time with Mil. This is something he explicitly states TO MIL to be his reasoning behind agreeing to give art lessons to one of her daughters.
-love interest is stubborn, has some boundary issues, is absolutely fixated on protag, and gets his way with the careful application of an innocent smile. protag will scold him for improper behavior, but increasingly lets him have his way.
There's a scene where Daniel asks Mil to choose a cravat pin for him, saying he'd be so happy if she would do so! And she does, and he just stands there, smiling at her, until she realizes that he wants her to put it on him. And she ends up indulging him in this.
Then there's this bit, which felt very lbh to me:
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And, yes, granted, I have not finished svsss yet. I need to go back and re-read it. I got through uhhhhhhhhhhhh the hot potato corpse battle, which was HILARIOUS, and I read a fic a friend sent me, and that's my entire exposure, but some of the behaviors here just FEEL like they could very easily be a bingqiu au.
AND NOW
AND FUCKING NOW
THE REASON I FELT THE NEED TO COME SHOUT ABOUT THE ESCALATING NONSENSE HERE
The dude who bought the painting mentioned earlier & his nephew invited Mil and her daughters to the horse races the day after a gallery exhibit. That night, Daniel, who is still staying with Mil because he SET HIS HOUSE ON FIRE goes out very late and doesn't return until the morning. He does not accompany them to the racetrack. The text is Very Very Explicit in stating that ONLY people who own ranches and have horses in the race have boxes, and that Daniel is NOT interested in horses and does NOT have a box.
can you guess
can you guess who shows up
and what he did
with those late hours
I bet you can fucking guess :D
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MIL BARELY BATS A LASH AT THIS SHIT
THIS IS JUST A TUESDAY FOR HER
HE BOUGHT A GODDAMN RANCH SO THAT SHE WOULD SIT WITH HIM INSTEAD OF ANOTHER MAN
[points and gesticulates wildly]
absolutely unhinged behavior.
anyway, they're made for each other thx for coming to my what the fuck am I reading talk
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btsqualityy · 6 months
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Today been a hard day and I need drama! Eunji and her parents bring that almost every drabble day!
Request: Eunji’s parents finding out she’s married at 19 years old
Another anon also said: For my request, can we see Junior and Eunji official first meeting and Junior and him meeting her parents for the first time. Please and thank you! 😊
Warnings: super critical parents, unhealthy parental relationships lol
"Look who did it again!" Junior bragged as him and two of his friends walked out of their astrophysics class. "Best grade in the class once again!"
"Well, all of us aren't super geniuses," Seojun huffed.
"Literally. I studied for that exam for two weeks straight and still came out with only a 78%," Kwan agreed.
"Hey, either you have it or you don't," Junior smirked. "If you need me and my amazing 99% to tutor you, I'm available Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays."
"If anyone needs the tutoring, it's you," a voice spoke up and when Junior turned towards it, he saw what was arguably the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in his life.
"Me?" Junior wondered. "Not to brag or anything but I got a 99% on that last exam. I'm sure I don't need tutoring, especially not from you."
"You sound very confident about that," the woman said and Junior scoffed.
"Why wouldn't I be when I'm the smartest person in the class?" He wondered and the girl smiled softly before she held up a small packet of papers, which Junior realized was the exam that they had taken. When he looked closer though, he was shocked to see a bright red '100%' on the top of it.
"What the fuck?" He uttered.
"See that name right there?" The girl wondered as she pointed to the top of the page with her free hand. "That's me, Kim Eunji, the one who's actually the smartest person in the class."
"Oh shit," Seojun laughed hysterically.
"Have a nice rest of your day," Eunji smirked before turning around and walking away.
"Who the fuck is that?" Junior spat.
"That's Eunji, she's pre-med," Kwan explained.
"Why the fuck is she taking astrophysics then?!"
"Maybe she's just doing it for fun," Kwan shrugged.
"Or to bust Junior's balls," Seojun snickered.
"Whatever," Junior muttered petulantly, his mind lingering on how beautiful Eunji was.
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After that first meeting, Junior and Eunji had a small class rivalry which ended up with them becoming friends with benefits. Not too long after that though, they both fell in love with the other and at Junior's suggestion, went off and got married in Las Vegas once Junior graduated from college with his Bachelor's degree.
"Will you calm down?" Junior said as the two of them got out of the car and walked up to the front door of Eunji's parents house.
"Well, excuse me for being scared shitless," Eunji huffed. "We just got married last week and the first time my parents are going to be meeting you is as my husband."
"Are you scared of their reaction?"
"Terrified," she nodded as they stopped outside the front door. "You don't know my parents. We don't have the best relationship and they tend to find fault in any and everything that I do."
"Who cares?" Junior shrugged. "We both feel that getting married was the right thing to do, yeah?"
"Yeah."
"So if they get upset, we'll still be together, or at least I hope so," he joked, making Eunji laugh.
"Alright," she sighed. "Here goes nothing." After turning around and using her spare key to unlock the front door, the two of them walked inside and took off their shoes before Eunji called out to her parents.
"Eunji? Is that you?" Her mother called as she walked out to the front hall to greet them.
"Hi eomma," Eunji said, bowing in respect. "How are you?"
"I'm well," Jungah nodded. "Is this the mystery man?"
"Kim Myung," Junior introduced himself as he bowed deeply. "It's so nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you as well," Jungah replied. "Chul! They're here!"
"Here I am," Chul chuckled as he jogged into the front hall. "I heard Eunji's voice from upstairs."
"Hi appa," Eunji smiled softly.
"And this is the man who's distracted our Eunji," Chul chuckled as he looked at Junior.
"Nice to meet you Sir," Junior said, bowing once again. "Kim Myung."
"Come on in, you two," Jungah said, motioning with her hands. "I have lunch on the table."
Once everyone gathered into the dining room and began to eat, Eunji's parents didn't hesitate to start questioning Junior.
"So, Eunji tells us that you just got your degree in astrophysics?" Jungah said.
"I did and I start graduate school in the fall," Junior nodded.
"What's your end goal with that degree?" Chul wondered.
"I want to work for NASA someday."
"Really?" Chul muttered. "That's a lofty goal."
"I know but I've always been interested in science and math and particularly space so it feels right," Junior explained. "Plus, I come from a family that believes you can do anything you set your mind to."
"Speaking of your family, what do they do?" Jungah wondered.
"Both of my parents are in the music business," he said.
"Anyone we might know of?"
"Ah, Min Kinsley and Kim Mason," Junior revealed, and both Jungah's and Chul's eyes widened.
"Kim Mason that owns JWA Entertainment?" Chul wondered. "And who's the son of Kim Namjoon from BTS?"
"And Min Kinsley who seemingly produces every well known Kpop these day?" Jungah added. "And who's the daughter of Min Yoongi from BTS?"
"Ha, you guys know your stuff," Junior chuckled. "But yes, that's them."
"Wow," Jungah whistled. "How did the two of you get together?"
"We took a class together and I was bragging about having the highest grade, when in all actuality, Eunji did," Junior explained with a laugh. "We had a little mini rivalry at first but as we got to know each other, we fell in love."
"Bragging, were you Eunji?" Chul tsked. "I thought we taught you to not be so prideful."
"You're right, you did," Eunji nodded. "I'm sorry."
"Luckily for you, Myung here seems to be a good sport," Jungah huffed. "He seems like a good one so you don't wanna let him go, yes?"
"Yes," Eunji nodded. "But you know, I'm happy you guys seem to like him."
"I have to say, he's head and shoulders above the last bum you brought home," Chul sighed. "He already has a degree and is planning to continue his education even further. He treats you well and speaks highly of you. What more could we ask for?"
"I'm happy to hear that because we have something to tell you," Eunji said.
"You're not pregnant, are you?" Jungah deadpanned and Junior choked on the sip of water he was swallowing.
"No eomma, I'm not pregnant," Eunji snapped. "But we are married." Silence fell over the room then, both of Eunji's parents staring at her in disbelief.
"I'm sorry," Jungah laughed. "Repeat that please?"
"We're married," Junior spoke up. "We got married last week when we were visiting Las Vegas."
"Oh my god," Chul muttered, running his hands over his face in frustration. "What were you thinking?"
"What?" Eunji wondered.
"You're 20 years old, Kim Eunji!" Jungah exclaimed. "You haven't even finished your bachelor's degree and yet you go off and marry the first man who treats you decently?!"
"What are you going to do about school?" Chul demanded to know. "I hope you don't plan on dropping out."
"No, I'm not dropping out!" Eunji snapped. "I'm still going to finish school."
"How do you expect to do that now that you're a wife?" Jungah wondered. "You have to find a place to live, make it into a home, you have to work because the two of you can't survive on hopes and dreams, and if you plan on having children someday-"
"Uh, that's very far off into the future," Junior interrupted her. "Eunji and I both have goals that we want to achieve before we expand our family."
"I just can't believe you would be this irresponsible," Chul smacked his teeth. "And to marry this man before you even introduced him to us?"
"I swear, every time you start doing decently in life, you just have to go and do something to potentially mess it up," Jungah muttered. Eunji could feel the hotel tears beginning to well up in her eyes and instead of responding to her parents, she abruptly stood upon from the table and ran out of the room. Sighing heavily, Junior got up and followed behind her, realizing that she had ran through the kitchen and out into the backyard.
"Hey," Junior said softly as he set his hands on her shoulders.
"I'm sorry," Eunji whispered. "I just, had to leave before I said something I regret."
"I see why you've never talked about them much," he said. "Are they always like that?"
"Yep," she huffed. "I'm always the fuck up, the one who can never do anything right."
"I'm sorry Eunji," Junior said as he wrapped his arms around her now. "Nobody should ever have to go through that, especially not with their parents."
"Well, now you see why I was so emotionally cut off," Eunji chuckled ruefully.
"Yeah but you're not now, right?" He murmured. "And that's why we're here now, together and married."
"You're right," she replied, turning around so that she could look up at him. "I don't care what they say, I don't regret marrying you."
"I'd hope not," Junior joked, laughing when Eunji smacked his chest. "I love you."
"I love you too," Eunji smiled softly, moaning softly when Junior cupped her face in his hands and kissed her softly.
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84reedsy · 2 months
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A Friend Date
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 7888
Characters: Kevin Nash, Scott Hall, FemOC (Brooklyn)
Pairings: Kevin Nash/FemOC; Scott Hall/FemOC (implied)
Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Consensual Infidelity, semi-public sex
“For some reason, it's really important to Scott that we are friends and can get along,” Brooklyn had trouble saying the simplest of things to Kevin Nash without an attitude creeping into her tone.
“We can fake it in front of him. At least, I can,” Kevin crossed his arms, defiant to her olive branch. Just because Scott was smitten with her didn’t mean he had to be, for that reason alone he often resisted returning any kindness out of spite.
“You can barely look at me without sneering” she pointed at him, “See? You just did it,”
Kevin resisted rolling his eyes, which would only further her point. He wanted to wipe that smug smile from her face. That's probably the way she often felt when he was around. He couldn’t blame her but couldn’t be bothered to change his ways at this point.
“Fine. How the hell do we do a ‘friend date’?” He gave in though the words were full of disdain. Seeing Scott outside through the kitchen window reminded him quickly that would do anything for his long-time companion. Even if it was willinging subject himself to an evening with her.
“I dunno,” she shrugged, “I guess we go to dinner or movies or the beach or something.”
“I doubt we'd pick the same movie…” he said judgmentally, “no chick flicks,”
“Oh no of course not,” she said sarcastically, “because you're much too deep and introspective,”
“You know I was doing you a favor agreeing to this, but I'm thinking it's a bad idea now,” he opened a beer and started to walk towards the door to the patio. Even though she and Scott had met on the road, Kevin didn’t share the same camaraderie with her, he didn’t feel obligated to play an audience to her.
“God, I’m sorry,” she went after him grabbing his arm, “Please, for Scott if anything. Just dinner or whatever,”
“Fine, Tuesday, I'll pick you up around 7,” he agreed, sighing loudly.
“What should I wear?” She asked, wondering what shitty dive he'd drag her to.
“Something a little nice. Low cut, maybe they'll comp our meal and I'll get outta this pretty cheap,” Kevin surmised.
“There's that classy reputation I've heard so much about,” she rolled her eyes towards his back as she followed him out to the patio.
Kevin couldn't deny how happy she seemed to make Scott. The smile across his friend's face was genuine when she came out of the house and she went right to him, wrapping her arms around him as soon as she reached him. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been greeted like that. To say it made him bitter wouldn't be a lie, but more than anything, it made him envious.
She was too young for Scott, he reminded himself. 20 years his junior was too young to take anyone seriously. They were barely dating before Scott moved her into his house. Kevin had his reasons to be mistrustful.
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“He agreed to it, by the way,” Brooklyn said as she got ready for bed, Scott emerging from the bathroom in a towel. She grinned at him with his black hair loose around his face and shoulders. Ever since she mentioned that she liked it down, he had been wearing it that way a lot more.
“Agreed to what?” He asked, confused at first, “Oh, going out together?”
Brooklyn could hear a subdued excitement in his voice. She knew Scott cared about her, but she knew how much Kevin meant to him, too. She never knew why Kevin never warmed up to her while they toured the pro-wrestling circuit together. She was nothing but nice to him then, but the closer she got to Scott, the more standoffish Kevin became. Sure, she could understand some jealousy, but these were full-grown, middle aged men; she expected more maturity out of them.
“Yes, we're going to dinner Tuesday,” she watched Scott like a hawk in his towel, any chance she had to see his body she took without apology. His physical presence made anything else on her mind seem to disappear.
He dropped the towel and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs, but chuckled when he saw the look of disappointment on Brooklyn’s face.
“What? You get to wear that little number to bed, but I gotta be naked?” He scoffed a little as she crawled up on the bed and kneeled at the edge of it.
Brooklyn looked down at the silky teddy he'd just bought for her.
“But it won't stay on long…” she reasoned, “I just wanted you to see it on me since it was a present.”
“Well aren't you just a good little girl,” he stalked toward her.
She found herself grateful that he'd put on those boxer briefs, they presented his bulge so well that it made her mouth water.
“How the hell is Kev supposed to keep his hands off of you when you look this good,” he licked his lips looking at her.
“Don't worry….Daddy…he won't see me like this,” she mewled at him.
Scott growled audibly at her, he still was extremely aroused by the new name she used for him. He was already half-mast, but he felt the surge of rigidity. Grabbing a handful of satin, he pulled her to him.
“God for a good girl you're so naughty…”
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Tuesday
“What about this?” Brooklyn checked her angles in the mirror as she tried on yet another outfit. Scott watched amused, comfy in sweats and a t-shirt.
“It's cute, I've always liked that dress on you…” he thought about how often he had trouble keeping his hands to himself if she was in any kind of skirt. He knew Kevin well enough to know he had the same problem, “What about that red one?”
“The red one?? Scott, that's like skin tight and all lace,” she looked at him incredulously, “It's basically lingerie.”
“He might find it harder to be mean to you if you look like a fucking sex goddess,” Scott reasoned.
“Well that would make sense if I was trying to fuck him,” Brooklyn rolled her eyes but disappeared back into the closet.
She paired it with a skintight white slip dress underneath the sheer red lace. She wound half her hair up and secured it with an onyx zanzi and dug out white heels. They would give her a couple inches, but Scott (and Kev) would still tower over her.
Scott whistled a low, long tone when she walked out of the closet. She spun for him before going to the mirror again. She could tug at the bottom hem all she wanted, it wasn't going down any further.
“Look at your ass in that,” Scott hummed a hungry vibration in his chest, “put a bow on that and call it a gift to mankind,”
“Stooop,” she blushed, but didn't really mean it. She looked at the low scooped neckline that packaged her breasts as well as her backside. She thought of what Kevin said about earning a free meal…this certainly could do the job with the right waiter.
“I wouldn't blame him for fucking you if you wear that,” Scott lounged further down in his chair, “hell any warm blooded man for that matter,”
“He wishes,” she mumbled, “I can't handle the man I've got, I don't need anyone else,” She smirked back at him, “Plus, remember what I wore in the ring? He didn’t want to fuck me then, he’s not going to now,” she reasoned.
“It's not gonna bother me if you do,” he said honestly. He knew what made Kevin tick. He knew he'd understand what she was to him if Kevin could see her the way that Scott did. He'd understand if she acted the same way to Kevin for just one night.
“What are you trying to say?” She looked at him apprehensively, “You're not pimping me out to your buddies now are you...” She started to head back into the closet.
“Brook, wear that,” Scott stood walking towards her, “you've already got it on and you look so hot in it,” he made an obvious pass over her with his eyes.
“You didn't answer my question,” she said with a suspicious stare, backing out in their room.
“I'm not nor would I ever ‘pimp you out to my buddies’. If I was, Waltman would pay a pretty penny, “ he teased to her scrunched face, “just teasing…” he got amusement out of her reaction.
“So what's all this about screwing Nash?” She felt a nervousness in her gut that made her feel self conscious.
“Baby…I'm not saying you should. But I want you two to have fun and get to know each other. Have a couple drinks. Show him who you really are. Just be you. If you do that, I'm just saying I couldn't resist you, how can I expect him to?” Scott tried to reason, knowing he was doing a poor job. Her skeptical face confirmed this.
“What if it does? I don't want to hurt you …”she stopped there, already upset by the idea of causing him any pain.
“This is different, trust me,” he slipped his arms around her sides, “I just want you to let loose and have fun. He'll see what I see then.”
Brooklyn still wasn't convinced, but she nodded to placate Scott. The doorbell caught both of their attention. Scott left to answer it as she finished her earrings and lightly added subtle eyeliner. She didn't know what compelled her to change her simple panties, but she slipped on a cheeky satin pair instead.
She carefully went downstairs, getting used to the heels. At the bottom waited Scott and Kevin. It was quick, but she could have sworn she saw Kevin gulp. But he was definitely looking, and looking at everything. Scott pretended like he didn't notice.
“There she is,” Scott smiled up at her, proudly beaming over her attractiveness.
“Evening,” Kevin said, clearing his throat. He stared her down as she stopped on the last step to keep her height closer to his.
“Good evening,” she answered politely. Scott had to stifle laughing at the contention between the two of them, “Are you ready? We should probably get going,” she was not up for small talk.
She kissed Scott on the cheek goodbye, Kevin walking out the door first and going to the driver's side door.
“Geez Kev, your mom raised you better than that,” Scott shook his head as he crossed his arms leaning against the door frame. He could see Brooklyn was already irritated, but she hid it well.
“She's capable of getting her own door,” Kevin excused his lack of chivalry, “See?” He said as she opened her own door. She gave one last look of annoyance toward Scott, before rolling her eyes and getting in.
Kevin tried to focus on driving, glad he brought his 5-speed Lexus. Shifting gears kept him somewhat distracted from the amount of bare leg in his passenger seat.
“Nice dress,” he said, still not looking directly at her.
“Thanks,” she tried to adjust the hem in vain once again, “just something I had in the back of my closet,” she looked over at his wardrobe selection now.
He wore khaki shorts and a crisp, but plain white t-shirt, not an unusual male outfit for the sweltering humidity of Florida. His hair was done perfectly and his goatee looked freshly trimmed. His cologne smelled incredible, one of those scents that one would find themselves leaning in to catch more of.
“You look nice, too,” she returned the compliment honestly, “I feel like I should be getting hair tips from you,” she complimented him as she remembered Scott's wish that she be herself.
“Yours has always been nice, I should be asking you,” for someone who always knew what to say, he was certainly having trouble finding words to fill the silence.
She started to reach for the radio, but remembered her manners even if Kevin forgot his, “Do you mind?” She motioned towards the knobs.
He shrugged, accelerating and shifting as they merged into the highway, “Feel free,”
She fiddled with the stations until a familiar tune floated through the speakers. She had no idea what kind of music he was into, but figured I'd he was too opposed to it, he'd say something.
As T-Boz started her quick, husky lyrics, Brooklyn felt more relaxed, her leg keeping a slow time with the beat. Kevin side-eyed her movements, noticing the subtle movement of her hips. He looked away quickly when she caught him.
For some reason, catching him relaxed her. He was just a male, not some impenetrable force of nature.
“This is tight,” he complimented her, always a sucker for R&B, “Who is this?”
“TLC…how do you not know TLC??,” if anything they had similar tastes in music, “You into this kinda stuff?”
“Hell, I'm from Detroit. Motown. Birthplace of this music,” he spoke reactively, being himself though he was trying not to, “I’ve heard of ‘em, thought they were more of a pop girl group though,”
“We have to get you Crazy, Sexy, Cool. It's a great album,” She started to feel a bit more comfortable now, “I've only been to Detroit when we were on tour. Never got to spend much time there.” She was feeling good about making conversation.
“It's home, but it's cold for way too long,” Kevin didn't elaborate, essentially shutting down the exchange.
Brooklyn tried again a few moments later.
“So where are we going?” She looked out the window, trying to figure out where they might be headed.
“It's a Jamaican place up here on the lakefront.” He vaguely gestured to the south, “Good, ethnic seafood and shit”
Brooklyn was expecting a parking lot with a food truck at this point. But the swanky restaurant outdid her menial expectations of him. Clearly it was elevated island food. At least the valet opened the door and held his hand for her. She almost jumped when she felt Kevin's large hand on the small of her back as he led her in.
“Jumpy much?” He snickered, before speaking with the hostess.
“Not used to you touching me without it being in the form of a powerbomb or chokeslam,” She reasoned, “Usually expect something violent,” She smirked knowing the hostess probably would take her words out of context. Kevin furrowed his brow angrily, knowing how she was making him look. Her smirk only confirmed it was on purpose.
The hostess only blushed as she handed off their menus to an assistant server, not making eye contact with Kevin again.
“I’ll be lucky to get out of here without getting arrested,” His teeth were gritted slightly and she could feel the heat of his glare on her, but it did little to reduce her smugness.
She sat in the chair that was pulled out for her, glad it wasn’t Kevin as she’d likely have ended up on the floor. She glanced at the wine list the maitre'd held.
“The 1972 Malbec, please,” She was met with an approving head nod from the maitre’d before he turned to Kevin, who looked at her almost disapprovingly. It was no Cristal, but it was far from their cheapest.
“Just bring a bottle of it,” He caved, at least this way it would be cheaper per glass.
“A whole bottle, what exactly are your plans?” She said as they were left alone for the moment.
“If you think I’m going to go through this whole night sober, you’re wrong. Gonna at least need a couple of glasses to tolerate you.” He sipped on his glass of water.
“Wow, just keep layering on the charm,” She put her hands on the table as if she were going to push away and stand. Kevin reached his foot out, catching the lip on the bottom of her seat and pulled it forward roughly so she was pinned to the table.
“We agreed to this, don’t get all pissy about it and think you’re going to bail. You’re stuck with me tonight, kid,” He reminded her. He lowered his leg slowly, feeling her knees trying to close.
“Rule #1 then, don’t call me kid,” She lowered her voice, but maintained a serious tone, “I’m not a kid, your buddy Scott knows that real well,” She smiled as the sommelier poured their glasses expertly. Kevin couldn’t help but glance at her cleavage as her arms inadvertently pressed them together even more. Scott had always been a fan of tits and he could definitely see the appeal there. Her ring outfits had never been conservative, but something about being in dressy, but regular clothes and not a costume made him view her differently.
“Fine, you’re not a kid, Brooklyn,” He said her name and it felt oddly personal to say to her. She seemed to react to it similarly. He grabbed for his glass, but stopped short of drinking when she cleared her throat.
“Shouldn’t we toast to something?” She reached for her glass now, holding it up from the table slightly, “isn’t it bad luck not to toast?”
“Fine,” he held his glass out, “To an…unusual woman… who makes my friend very happy and for that I am grateful for her,” He offered, noting the subdued surprise on her face. The corner of his mouth couldn’t resist a smirk.
“To a man that the love of my life considers family, that I hope to one day as well,” She hated saying such vulnerable things, but it was the truth. The glasses clinked and they each sipped, their eyes darting away from the other. They both knew that such statements would make things awkward and they had been right.
The wine warmed her tongue, throat and belly, and seemed to simmer her discomfort with her company.
“So…do you hate me because I take up too much of Scott’s time?” She asked blatantly.
Kevin sputtered in his wine a little, managing to keep it in the glass.
“Jesus, no,” He started, before bending to her unconvinced gaze, “Maybe partly. It's been him and me for a long time. I have my family, but Scott’s never been the -” He knew he was going to sound harsh and selfish, “ he’s never been the stable one. I was the guy he could count on to be there.”
“And if I’m the real deal, then you have to figure out the role of just being a regular friend?” She surmised. It was true, but he still didn’t like it.
“Honey, you haven’t seen everything yet. There might be nights you’re calling me for backup.” He knew Scott was in a different mindset now and the truth was, he had no idea if he’d fall back on those old habits if he was in a state of domestic bliss.
“And if I did?” She tried to ignore the spite in his voice, “If I called you for help, would you show up?”
Kevin took a long drink of his wine, “I would. But for him more than for you.”
Brooklyn exhaled in frustration. Just when they seemed to be heading towards some small but significant breakthrough, he had to return to disparagement.
Brooklyn excused herself to the bathroom and silently screamed into the echo-y void out of irritation. She could understand feeling threatened by a woman. This was nothing new in the realm of men’s relationships. But Kevin was being purposefully obtuse. At the moment she wanted nothing more than to kick him in the balls if only to see something else on his face other than contempt.
She leaned on the counter staring at herself in the mirror. She thought of Scott’s roundabout ‘approval’ that tonight was a ‘free pass’. He might have looked at her tits once or twice, but she couldn’t imagine Kevin was thinking of anything close to fucking her. She thought it far more likely that he might throw her in the lake to the gators.
“Be nice. It irritates him more when he doesn’t get to you,” She said aloud to herself. She adjusted her dress in the mirror, smoothing out the lace and pushing up the bust.
“You the one here with that super tall stud?” A lady walked into the bathroom as she was adjusting.
“Yeah, that’s my date,” She tried not to spit out the word.
“Girl, I ain’t ever seen someone stare at an ass like he was you. I mean, congratulations on it,” She complimented, “But you definitely got the upperhand on that man,”
Brooklyn grinned at herself, the girl code was a marvelous thing.
In her absence, Kevin had ordered for her and though she was miffed at first, when he revealed what he’d ordered, she settled her ruffled feathers. It was not a cheap dish and shrimp happened to be one of her favorite foods.
“I didn’t forget that time you out ate Norton in boiled shrimp,” he recalled, “If anything I have to respect you for that,”
She tried to let her irritation roll off her back, remembering what was said in the restroom. Perhaps he was lashing out because he was attracted to her and felt guilty about it. Lashing out would be a natural response. The idea seemed to make a lot of his behavior fall into place. Maybe Scott knew it, too and was trying to lead her to the same conclusion. She held her tongue for now, still managing polite conversation.
She played the part of a gracious date as he paid a surprisingly half-comped bill. He knew her kindness and subversive flirting was likely the cause. She seemed to easily enchant any man that came near her if she felt like it. Why she chose to be such a bitch to him was a mystery.
“Maybe because that’s a valid response to you being a dick to her first?” his subconscious suggested, but he brushed it off.
Once again, the valet opened her door, though for a moment Kevin seemed to head in the direction of doing so, but side-stepped when he was beaten.
“Where to now? Or have I worn you out for the evening?” She questioned, holding the door handle tightly as he got up to speed quickly. The sudden movement was exhilarating if not a little alarming.
He had to side glance at the way her thighs flexed when she braced herself.
“Don’t let her get you all worked up now,” His logic spoke up.
“Country Club down the shore a little ways, they have a private club. Quiet, private kind of place.” He shifted into the next gear, grinding it a little.
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The club was dimly lit and had nicer furniture than she’d seen before. She was sure the leather sofas were worth more than her car. There were several alcoves around the edge of the space, partially obscured by heavy, dark red drapes that were secured to one side. They were led to one after Kevin spoke with a well dressed host.
Other patrons were in various levels of formal attire, if anything Kevin looked underdressed, but she assumed money bought leeway with some things. The alcove was raised from the main floor and she was surprised that it was Kevin’s hand that was held out to help her step up.
“Those heels look dangerous,” He reasoned, motioning for her to pick her seat. Two cushy black brushed suede chairs were nestled in one corner flanked by a matching loveseat. A rich, wood low level table separated them from the edge of the alcove.
“They aren’t not dangerous, thank you,” She agreed with him.
She sat, crossing her ankles to keep her legs together. Sometimes she had to purposefully remember etiquette after spending so much time on the road with wrestlers. She saw Kevin mumble something quietly to the host while handing over a small stack of folded bills.
Moments later a tray with expensive champagne and strawberries was brought. She raised her eyebrows at the gesture, though confused by his mixed signals. He poured her a glass after dropping in a strawberry.
As he settled back in his chair with his own glass, Brooklyn couldn’t stop the urge to break his composure.
"I think I know why you actually hate me" She sipped the bubbly sweet liquid.
"Can't wait to hear this" He was surprised by her sudden and direct statement, thinking they'd already covered this at the restaurant.
"Because you're jealous." She tried to subdue her wicked, knowing grin. She was amused by the sour turn of his face.
"Me. Jealous. Of you. " He scoffed at the ridiculous assumption as if it weren’t true.
"Not really of me... but...of Scott kinda" She shrugged, leaning her chin on her hand as her elbow rested on the arm of the chair, ‘It’s understandable though,”
"What the fuck are you talking about? Scott’s like a brother, but we all know I have more going on than him" Kevin replied with a contrived superiority.
"Which is why it ticks you off so much! " She didn’t falter to his cocky manner, still confident in her assessment.
"Why what ticks me off?? Fuck off with your riddles, jesus christ" He cursed, feeling the weight of her judgement.
"That from the first moment you saw me,” she made a point to make eye contact, “you wanted to fuck me so bad that you could taste it. And Scott beat you to it." She returned her own cocky attitude, taking a longer drink without taking her eyes off of him.
"Is that so..." He leaned forward, his arms on his knees, scoffing again.
"And the worst part for you is, the first time you saw me tonight you thought the same thing. And now you're mad because you're dick is hard as a rock and there's nothing....you...can do....about it"
Kevin’s ears were ringing with her words and was livid about how true they were. He knew his anger was surfacing as his breathing labored under the building wrath.
"You're about to find out what I'm gonna do about it. And Scott's not here to save you” He warned her.
“What exactly is it you plan to do about it, Mr. Nash?” She took a strawberry from the table and bit into it slowly, letting her lips linger on the juicy red fruit.
He set his glass down, with an aggressive clink that was probably not far from shattering it. Eyes on her, he lifted his hand and motioned with a finger. At that moment, the drape slowly lowered, completely obscuring them from the rest of the room. The only dim light came from two sconces glowing faintly on the wall.
Though she had expected turnabout, she couldn’t help but wonder if he could see her chest rising more quickly as the silence between them thickened.
Slow rhythmic music softly sailed from hidden speakers. She didn’t dare break the stare first.
Kevin downed the rest of his champagne in one large gulp and stood. He was such an imposing man, more so when she was sitting looking up at his towering frame.
He held his hand down to her. She looked at it and back up to his face.
“Get up,” he said, motioning for her hand with his fingers, “You owe me a dance.”
Still with her eyes on him, she set her glass down and reached to slip her hand in his. She stood, one hand sliding to his bicep, the other he held in his hand. She came up to his chest, just slightly lower than Scott. She maintained the slightest gap between them as his other hand slid around her torso.
“How do I owe you a dance?” She asked with a much more submissive tone than before. His cologne was still like a welcome incense.
“For dinner,” He reasoned, looking down at her, “and for busting my balls the last three hours,” he said but did not laugh, his face increasingly serious.
“You know I don't like that,” she still felt the tension from his mood, but struggled against smirking as he raised an eyebrow, “Well…maybe I do…but I don't like that I like it,”
“I don't like how you make me feel,” Kevin said, his firm tone contradicting how gently he was holding her, she looked at him confused, “You make me so damn aroused every damn time I see you. I want you so bad most times I have to beat it twice in your bathroom just to maintain. And then I feel like shit because you're my best friend's woman and what kind of friend does that make me,” his teeth were nearly gritted and she somehow felt safe and in danger in the same moment.
“I didn't know you felt like that,” she admitted, having only picked up on the seething hatred. She had noticed Kevin made frequent bathroom trips but never assumed anything out of the ordinary. She felt a tingle between her legs thinking about him self-pleasuring out of desperation.
“I shouldn't. I should be able to just be friends with you. At least cordial so that when I come to my buddy's house I can watch the game without thinking about you the whole time or insulting each other constantly.” he breathed like the admission was a weight off his chest but a stone in his gut, “Scott has never treated me or any girl I've been with like this, “ he winced referring to his wife as part of ‘any girls’.
Kevin pushed her away and turned his back taking a few steps while running a hand over his face then through his hair. Telling her this wasn't reducing his culpability and if anything it was making it worse having to look at her in such a sexy little dress.
“This was a mistake….I need to take you home.” He stood with his back to her still, his hands on his hips now as he cursed his stupid mind.
He shuddered when he felt her hands lay flat against his back. They rose slowly, curving over the round of his shoulder.
“Brooklyn…. You shouldn't touch me,” he closed his eyes and shook his head.
“Sit down,” she said so softly and gently that he nearly groaned, her hands pressuring his shoulders slightly.
“Brooklyn,” he protested weakly.
“Sit, Kevin….please,” she stepped closer to him, her breasts grazing his back.
He conceded and sat on the love seat, silently watching as she stood between his splayed legs.
“Close your eyes,” she said, leaning forward, her fingers grazing down over his eyes, “Close ‘em,”
He did so, his other senses acutely aware as she straddled his lap. With the slow music, she moved her hips in time with it, her hands crept over his chest and torso. His head fell back against the frame of the couch as he focused on feeling her against him. He'd had lap dances before, but nothing this sensual, nothing that made his breath shudder from his lips like this. He tried to hold still, but his own hips rolled in time with her. His hands gripped into the couch, nearly puncturing the fabric.
Brooklyn kept the pressure of her hands soft, grazing over his neck, face, and threading through his hair. She could tell she was working him up, but she wasn't doing herself any favors either. She was impressed that he hadn't touched her, but the way his hand gripped the arm of the loveseat, she knew he wanted to.
“If you want to touch me,” She whispered, “You just have to ask,”
His fingers twitched and she knew he was fighting his own inner turmoil. She felt the hem of her dress riding higher and higher as her thighs spread wide across his lap. She separated the lace from the white slip and shimmied it over her head. It was just as tight, but the fabric alone showed the obvious hardened tip of each nipple as it hugged her breasts tightly.
She pulled his shirt from where it was tucked in, running her hands underneath it. She felt the radiating heat of his skin, drawing a strained sigh out of him.
“Brooklyn…. Can I touch you…please god dammit let me touch you,” he sounded regretful to ask, but she could see he was about to burst.
“Yes, Kevin…touch me,” She spoke softly to him. His large hands did not waste time, surprisingly going to her waist first, but it made sense as he pushed her down more firmly against his lap. She felt why immediately as the khaki cloth stretched over his stiff member. But they wandered swiftly. She couldn't help but moan as his hands gripped her scantily covered ass, squeezing and massaging it roughly.
She grinded against him slowly, wondering if he was going to remain submissive or at some point take control. She would see how far she could take it before he lost his composure.
She raised enough that one of her tits hovered above his face, she ran the cotton covered nipple over his slack lip, the weight of her breast grazing his chin.
He moaned, his eyes still closed as his head leaned forward, mouthing her breast. With his teeth, he pulled the fabric down enough to nibble on her bare nipple. His hand slid back to her hips, pushing her down hard against him as he dry humped her harshly. She held on to him for stability as his tongue swirled around the rosey peak and her sex gyrated against his.
“Fuck… Kevin,” she moaned, “fuck…stop, please god, stop!” she begged, losing the fight against cumming already. Kevin slowed for a second, before she grabbed his hair and changed her tune, “Fuck it…don't stop,” she encouraged him to keep going as she pressed her sex firmly against him, “Kev, I'm cumming!” She whispered in a high pitch as she felt her juices dampen her already slick panties.
Kevin opened his eyes just in time to see pleasure etched on her face as she gripped his arms tightly. He wrapped his arms around her and held her against him securely as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. She bit her lip as she looked down at him.
“I…I didn't mean to do that yet,” she mumbled. From the haze in Kevin’s listless gaze she would have thought he'd cum, too.
“Do you know how hot you look when you cum, fuck,” he said with a hungry look in his eye, “did you get wet?” He asked, licking his lips.
Brooklyn grinned mischievously, “I guess Scott didn't tell you about that part,” she slid down him a little, his parted lips beckoning her.
“I told him I didn't want to hear anything about you…it'd only make me want you more,” He admitted. He kissed her back insistently as her mouth pressed to his. The kiss was breathless and needy, his hands pulling the slip down her body so the entirety of it bunched at her waist.
She parted from his lips long enough to beg in a whisper, “Put your hand in my panties,”
“What??” He had her nearly naked in his lap, yet couldn't quite believe his ears.
“I want you to feel what you've done to me,” She sat back enough for him to slip his hand down the front. He first found her freshly smoothed skin, but quickly found the molten wetness coating her sex.
“Jesus christ…” he slid his fingers further, massaging her sensitive bud and making her squirm, “ Wanna cum for me again?” His own words rung in his ears now, almost unbelieving that he actually said them.
“Yes…make me cum, Kev…I'm so close,” She felt the tingles building before he even touched her, the direct contact sending her to the edge again quickly. His intense gaze wasn't helping to subdue it either.
Her hips rolled her sex against his wiggling fingers and she arched her back and let her head fall backwards as she came. His free hand massaged her firm tits as he felt her pussy coat his fingers with fresh wetness.
Her legs were shaking, but she managed to stand, pulling the slip down her legs and letting the panties fall with it. She started to step out of the heels, but Kevin stopped her.
“Leave ‘em on…it's hotter that way….” He looked up and down her naked body, jealous that Scott had full access to this all the time, but at the same time totally understanding her appeal. The slit of her pussy glistened with the wetness she elicited for him. His fingers were still sticky with it, but he wanted to taste it from the source, “Please let me lick that pretty little pussy,” he scooted forward, his hands holding her hips.
Brooklyn stepped her legs slightly more apart and put her hands atop his head, guiding him to her. His wide, strong tongue licked the length of her slit, flicking past her clit and suckling lightly on it as she whimpered.
“Kev…oh fuck…Kev….” Whimpering his name only made his tongue more spirited.
Not wanting to waste the slick on his fingers, he circled her entrance with them, before slipping them inside and shallowly fucking her cunt. Her knees wobbled, but she stayed on her feet as she felt a tickle surge into the sweltering heat of another orgasm.
He slowed his fingers, but didn't stop as she recovered, moving his head back just enough to have an amazing view of his fingers sinking into her pussy.
“Are you gonna let me see that cock I've heard so much about?” She cooed, running her fingernails through his hair. He looked up at her, still slowly working his fingers. He could see the pleasured reactions on her face still.
“What have you heard?” He slowly slid his fingers from her.
“Essentially that you're basically going to rip me in two,” She chewed her lip, “but I'd like to see for myself.”
“We…we can't undo it…if we do this…” he seemed still slightly apprehensive
“You've made me cum three times and had your mouth full of my pussy…I think we've already passed too far…why stop there when I know you're dying to fuck me?” She tilted his head up to look at her, she could see the inner turmoil in his eyes, “Right now it's just you and me,” he leaned his forehead against her stomach, “And I really want to feel you inside of me,”
He clenched his jaw as he stood, kissing up her body as he went. He slipped off his shirt, loosened his belt and dropped his shorts to the floor. She couldn’t help but look at his muscular frame and proud chest. She gulped at the heavy hanging shaft between his legs, far too large to ever stand on its own.
“There's a lot to get inside of you…” he warned the obvious now. He led her to the back of the love seat, perching her ass on the top of the back of it, putting her at the perfect height for him to penetrate easily.
Her breath quickened as he used her juices to slicken his shaft, directing it into her slowly.
“Holy FUCK…” she hissed, trying to keep her voice low, but found it nearly impossible as he continued to fill her. She pressed her palm against his torso and he paused, another third left to go.
“Ever had one this big, baby?” He puffed his chest a little, knowing it was unlikely.
She shook her head, her breathing shaky as he withdrew and slid back in slowly. Her eyes rolled back as he thrusted gently and slowly.
“Never that big…” She murmured, balancing precariously on the edge, her legs spread wide around him.
“Fuck…this pussy feels so damn good….” his legs trembled with restraint as he quickened his thrusts, hoping to sneak another inch or two inside of her.
“Kev…it's…it's too…” She bit her lip to keep herself from talking, flirting with the edge of her pleasure threshold.
“Am I too big for you, baby?” He hummed at her, seeing in her face that she wanted it all even if she couldn't handle it. He held her hips, harshening his thrusts now, letting out the frustration that had been building all night.
He knew other people could hear her whimpered moans, but his generous tip bought him more privileges than them.
“Yes…” she gasped, “but, don't stop,” she begged, breathless.
He still had a couple of inches to force into her, but he waited, thrusting rapidly now into her once again, freshly soaked pussy.
“Cum on my cock like a good little girl, that's it, squirt all over me you dirty little whore,” when she did exactly as told, he knew dirty talk was her trigger. As her orgasm subsided, he slipped out of her completely, much to the protest in her expression. He stroked his slick cock quickly.
“Bend over like a good little slut,” He commanded, aroused by the visual of her bent over the couch in her white heels and nothing else. He stepped behind her and slipped in his entire length, trapping her between him and the couch she had nowhere to escape.
Brooklyn covered her mouth, but her pussy ached in the best way. Kevin's hands held her shoulders as he rocked her with powerful, deliberate thrusts. He felt all his frustrations melting away as she begged for him to fuck her harder.
He lifted one of her legs over the back of the couch, drilling her deeper still and feeling her shake with an earth-shattering orgasm that made her pussy grip his dick tightly. She groaned primally as he knew he was fucking her to the edge of consciousness.
Brooklyn could hardly manage his invasion into her body. His cock slid deeper and deeper inside of her inching past what she thought she could handle. His large gripping hands held her captive though she didn’t want to escape this welcome torture.
“I wanna feel you cum,” She begged, not caring who, if anyone, heard her on the other side of the curtain, “please cum in me, Kev…”
He groaned at the request, his logic knowing better, but it was drowned out by the drive of his sexual prowess.
“You want my cum? You want it in that slutty cunt? I'll give it to you baby,” he pressed his hand in the small of her back, burying his large cock to the hilt and forcing his cum deeper within her womb than anyone had ever before.
“Kev!” She moaned his name loudly as his cock penetrated her deeply and spilled stream after stream of his stored seed, filling her tunnel until it seeped out and dripped on his balls.
She tried to catch her breath, her body at it's limit as her muscles trembled. She nearly came at the movement of Kevin slowly withdrawing, managing an airy laugh as she slowly lowered her nearly cramping leg. She turned, leaning against the couch, still out of breath as she looked up at Kevin who was in a similar state.
“I don't really think those things about you-” he started, but Brooklyn stopped him.
“I know…I know…it was just talk,” She offered an understanding smile. She laughed again as her leg momentarily spasmed, “I might need.. something…” She looked around, knowing he'd left a hefty deposit behind.
He reached for a stack of folded cloth napkins and flicked on open, parting her legs a little. She reached for the napkin, but he held it firmly. She gasped a little as he ran it slowly up her now delicately sensitive slit.
“You don't have to…” She gasped again as he passed back over.
“It's the least I could do…it is my mess after all…” He seemed to have found his generous side. If this is what she had to do to earn his kindness, she wished they'd done this much earlier.
Her panties were nearly soaked and she laid them to the side as she slipped on the white under dress and shimmied the lace over it. There was something oddly intimate about watching her redress.
“So much for these…” She murmured at the cold, damp satin, looking around hopefully for a trashcan.
“Do you mind,” Kevin stepped up only in his shorts as he buckled his belt, “if I have them?” His eyes were trained on the ball of green fabric.
Brooklyn couldn’t believe the surge of confidence and arousal she felt at the idea of Kevin coveting her panties secretly. She was glad she had changed into a cute, sexier pair… At least for his sake.
“I don't mind at all,” She handed them over to his open and waiting palm.
He poured them each another glass of champagne and she downed it quickly, her thirst demanding hydration. He made a mental note to stop and get her water or something.
She was embarrassed as she thought of walking out in front of all the people in the club, knowing they had probably heard everything.
“Trust me, I took care of it…” Kevin tried to calm her as he slipped his shirt back on and fixed his hair.
It was the first time he'd said ‘trust me’ and meant it without sarcasm. Maybe Scott knew what he was talking about all along. She took Kevin’s outstretched hand and crept from behind the curtain, using his frame as a shield. But the room was empty, save for a few workers who didn't even look their way.
The ride back was quiet, but comfortable as they listened to the Keith Sweat album he selected. When he didn't have to shift, he rested his large hand on her thigh and she didn't seem to mind. She smirked at the glovebox occasionally, knowing the green satin that was concealed inside.
It was late by the time he pulled up in Scott's driveway, welllllll after midnight. But the porch light was on and through the glass surround of the door, she could see the glow of the den TV. Scott was still awake.
She started to get out, but Kevin locked the doors, walking around to her side. She rolled her eyes, but did so smiling this time as he opened her door.
On the porch she turned to tell him goodnight, but he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her into a deep, intense kiss. She held onto his shoulders for balance, left unstable at first when he parted.
“I had a great time…I'm glad we did this. “ He ran his thumb across her bottom lip, “Scott's lucky he found you,”
“I'm the lucky one, Kevin. He makes me really happy,” She looked towards the door smiling, “I'd do anything for him,”
“Believe me…I know you would,” Kevin chuckled, nodding towards the door, “Get inside before I get any other ideas,”
Brooklyn leaned up and kissed his cheek, “G'night Kev,” She said softly before going inside.
Kevin felt a sense of relief and clarity as he drove away. He'd been skeptical of the whole idea, but he had to admit, Scott might have known exactly what he was talking about.
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Telling their friends about their relationship, only to be surprised by the fact that they already knew and placed a bet on when they'd get together / Peterpatterlina
"Do you think they'll be mad?" Reggie asked as they got closer and closer to the studio.
"Maybe at first?' Luke replied cautiously. "But they'll ultimately be happy for us."
"I don't think they'll be mad cariño," Julie assured him. "A little hurt perhaps, but not mad."
"That's worse!" Reggie exclaimed. "You do see how that's worse right?"
"And that's why you made apology cookies," Luke reminded him. "Just in case."
"Is that why he has cookies?" Julie asked.
"Well yeah," Luke replied.
"Plus who doesn't like cookies?" Reggie asked.
Julie rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Reggie you don't need to bribe our friends not to be mad because we kept our relationship a secret for a bit."
"It's not a bribe!" Reggie protested. "It's an apology for any ruffled feathers so they don't yell."
Luke and Julie shared a look at that and reached out to grab Reggie's hands, squeezing them tight. They knew Reggie hated yelling, and why. And while Julie was sure none of their friends would yell, she wasn't sure they wouldn't be at least a little upset regarding the situation.
Heaven knows their families had lots to say, but they all understood in the end, even if Emily and Tia still didn't totally get the polyamory thing. And well, they said nothing to Reggie's family given he had all but cut them out of his life once he left home. His grandparents were fully supportive, and they teased Reggie more than anything, so Julie was glad for that.
Now came the real test, telling their friends. Julie was a bit more nervous about that. She and Flynn usually told each other everything, and she knew how close the guys were to Alex. So who knew how they would react to them confessing they had been together for a few months?
"How long?" Alex squeaked, Willie laying a calming hand over his knee.
"SInce spring break," Luke said.
"We never meant to keep it from you," Reggie said. "But we wanted the time to figure it out, make sure we worked and not disrupt everything if we didn't."
"Why tell us now?" Flynn asked, her expression unreadable.
"We want to get a place together," Julie explained. "Reggie's lease is almost up, Luke and I are ready to leave home, and we decided we want that home to be with Reggie."
"So is this a bid to get us to help you move?" Willie joked.
"I mean, not going to say no," Luke said with a shrug.
"Are you mad?" Reggie asked, his voice small.
"Only that you cost me a hundred bucks," Willie grumbled, pulling out his wallet and handing a few bills to Flynn.
Then Alex pulled out his own wallet and did the same, looking at Flynn. "I'll Venmo you the rest."
"See that you do," Flynn said primly. "Carrie is gonna be so pissed, she and the Candis were sure it would have happened after graduation, but I knew better."
"What is happening?" Julie demanded.
"Oh we all knew you guys would get together," Alex said.
"It was just a matter as to when," Willie added. "So we started a bet."
"Which I just won, so thanks for that!" Flynn exclaimed. "This will all be going into my McQueen collection fund, thanks ever so much."
"You guys bet on us?" Luke shrieked.
"Well yeah," Willie said. "It was super obvious you guys liked each other."
"How long has this bet been going on?" Reggie asked, unimpressed.
"Junior year prom?" Alex replied.
"Oh yeah, when you guys looked so sadly at one another when the couples dance started and none of you made a move to ask any of the others," Flynn piped up. "We figured it out from there and started a bet while watching you all stare longingly at one another."
"So not cool," Julie said.
"So was not telling us for months," Flynn retorted.
"Fair," Julie replied. "But please no more bets regarding our relationship."
"So I should shut down the one regarding how long until someone proposes?" Willie asked innocently.
"Waaaaaay too early to be thinking about that," Luke replied.
"Let us live together for a bit first!" Reggie said.
"That is not a no," Willie sing-songed.
"No, shut it down," Julie said firmly. "And Flynn, you are now funding pizza and beer for our move day. Thanks so much."
"Worth it," Flynn said with a shrug. Then gave a sly smirk. "So tell us, who made the first move?"
"My money's on Luke," Alex said, and grinned when Julie glared at him. "Oooh, please tell me he did it through song!"
"He did," Reggie admitted. "And no you can't hear it."
"It was a bop," Luke said. "But also only for Reg and Julie."
"You mean I filmed it for nothing?" Julie teased.
Flynn rolled her eyes at them and subtly pulled out her phone. "Hundred bucks says they'll be engaged by next Christmas."
"Valentine's for sure," WIllie replied.
"Nah, Reg will do it on their anniversary," Alex texted back.
Turns out they were all wrong, as it took two years, and it was on the anniversary of the day they told their friends. But this time Reggie made sure they all knew since he pulled out the rings with them all present.
And Julie had the last laugh when money changed hands and her dad ended up winning the entire pot. All of which went into their wedding fund, so Julie thanked them all with relish for not listening to her, and hoped they enjoyed the open bar as a result.
Also pretending not to notice when they started new books about when the first kid would come along. Well, at least until she was ready to announce Danny's arrival, congratulating Alex on his upcoming position as godfather with smug looks at the others.
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rosebalor · 5 months
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Chapter 1 (Miss I.D.G.A.F.)
(Sharing my story and love of writing with y’all)
I sit on the balcony of my one-bedroom apartment just staring out at the beautiful sunset sky. The soft breeze feels amazing in this Las Vegas heat. Before long, it's dark out and the lights from the High Roller are brighter than ever.
The Las Vegas strip is coming to life once again. I'm not into the whole gambling or party scene. I prefer staying in and reading a good book or watching Netflix. Call me boring but I'd much rather be safe than sorry especially when it comes to alcohol, drugs, and whatever else goes down here in "sin city". I've always been what most might perceive as a "good girl." I've never done anything bad in my life.
It may seem weird for someone like me to be living in such a party city but I have my reasons for living here. Well, two reasons actually. The first one is my best friend, Mel. She and I are as thick as thieves. We have known each other since freshman year of high school. I remember the first time I saw her. I was sitting in the cafeteria with my friends talking about our first day when in walks this gorgeous blonde with black cowboy boots.
Everyone was whispering all around about what she was wearing. This girl didn't have a care in the world about looking different. Clearly, she was not from Los Angeles. She had a brown bag lunch and was looking around for a place to sit. I got up from our table to introduce myself. I know what being the new girl is like and I wanted to make her feel welcomed.
From that day forward, we were inseparable. Amelia Benson, or Mel as she likes to be called, became my closest confidant. We are total opposites but somehow we just click. She has bleach blonde hair, blue eyes, fair-skinned and is about 5'8. I'm dark-haired with hazel eyes, tanned skin and is very petite at only 5'2. She loves to have fun and let loose while I'm more conservative and prefer the quiet.
She has been trying for years to get me out of my shell and has successfully done that once by making me get a tattoo when we first moved out. One week here and I now sport a heart and flower tattoo on my right shoulder. However, she has failed in getting me to go to clubs.
"Cmon, Nia! We're 21 now! It's like a right of passage to go out and get drunk now that we're legal!" she had told me on a few days after my birthday.
"No way! You know I hate that type of stuff."
"I don't get why. You're so pretty and you could honestly pull off any hot outfit and we could totally have fun on the strip."
I roll my eyes at her. She just doesn't understand that I have no interest in drinking and partying. It has nothing to do with how I look. I know I'm pretty and that guys check me out all of the time but I just don't care to flaunt that around.
My other reason for being here is my boyfriend Carter Montgomery. We've been together since jr high after so many years of being just friends. We grew up together and have been friends since practically birth. Weirdly enough, we're only 2 days apart. To this day, we still believe our mothers somehow planned it out that way.
Carter is the quarterback at UNLV. He got a full ride to go here and so I applied along with Mel and now Las Vegas has been our home for the past two years. We're currently juniors, Carter majoring in kinesiology, Mel in art history, and me in Psychology.
Since being out here, Carter and Mel have become closer since they both have the party streak. I don't mind when they hang out on the strip and at parties because I at least know they're safe. I know most people wouldn't be that trusting especially with a guy like Carter.
Carter is the big man on campus. Practically the whole school knows who he is. There is always a girl wanted to get with him but he shuts that down real quick. I don't blame other girls for throwing themselves at him. He's pretty hot with his brown, boyish hair, grey eyes, 6'2 frame, tan and toned body and a smile that could melt anyone's heart.
Carter can act like a douche, I mean what guy doesn't have that side to them? But I truly know him and I know the softer side he has. He's absolutely sweet, understanding and I know I can trust him. It also helps that after a night out, he always comes back to stay the night with me.
I may be a nice girl but even I have needs. I love Carter and I know he loves me so having sex felt like a normal thing. He has never pressured me into doing anything I don't want to do and that just makes me fall for him even more.
Just like clockwork, at around 1 AM, I hear someone at the door. I laugh as I hear Carter's voice as he cusses and fumbles with the lock. Eventually, he gets the door open and smiles as soon as he sees me.
I get up from the couch and hug him tightly.
"Mmm, I missed you," he says into my hair.
I smile, "I missed you too."
He lifts me up with ease and makes our way to the couch. He sits down and places me in his lap. I have my legs on either side of his and straddle him.
"How was your night?" I ask.
He shrugs. "Not bad, we all just hit a frat party so it was just pretty much the usual drunk people hanging out."
"And Mel?"
"She was there too. I made sure to walk her back to her apartment to make sure she got home safe."
I smile. Carter is such a gentleman.
He closes his eyes and I run my hands through his hair. I lean down and kiss his lips softly then make my way down to his neck. I bite down softly, sucking on his skin. He lets out a soft moan letting me know he's enjoying this.
We make out for a little while before Carter lifts me up yet again and walks us to the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and hovers over me as he kisses me hard. Soon our clothes are off and he's inside me.
The only thing I hate about his drunk nights is how quick the sex is. I'm not saying the sex is bad but I usually feel a little frustrated after because it doesn't last as long as when he's sober. Within a few minutes, Carter is lying next to me asleep. I go to the bathroom and take a quick shower before getting back into bed and cuddling up to my snoring boyfriend.
The next day, I'm sitting at a frozen yogurt shop with Mel, listening to her talk about the party last night. I sit there eating my yogurt and pretending to listen. After a while, it gets boring when Mel talks about her partying but I've learned to block out most and listen just enough to make it look like I'm paying attention. It's a gift really.
We get interrupted by a few guys who ask us for our numbers. Mel gives them hers and makes them leave before they even have a chance to ask for mine again.
"So, you're going to the game on Saturday, right?"
"Well, my boyfriend is the quarterback so I kind of have to be there."
She nods her head. "Right. What about after? You should come out with us."
I sigh. "Not this again. You already know my answer to that."
"Stop being such a party pooper!" she says a little too loud. A few heads turn and look at us. She looks around silently apologizing to them and gets up.
"I'll be right back but this conversation isn't over."
I roll my eyes and go back to eating my fro-yo. As she walks to the bathroom, her phone goes off. Taylor Swift's "Shake it off" starts blaring. I reach for her phone to silent it surprised it's not on vibrate since she usually has it on that setting. I don't mean to look at the message on the screen but when I do, I'm in shock.
It's her old roommate Rachel, who I've never gotten along with, asking why Mel didn't call her earlier. She ends the text with "You better not be too busy making out with Carter!"
What the hell? As I'm about to silent the phone and put it back down, it goes off again. This time "Stay" by Sugarland starts playing. It's the chorus and the next verse that I know so well that catches my eye.
"Why don't you stay?
I'm down on my knees I'm so tired of bein' lonely Don't I give you what you need? When she calls you to go There is one thing you should know We don't have to live this way Baby, why don't you stay?You keep tellin' me, baby There will come a time When you will leave her arms And forever be in mine But I don't think that's the truth And I don't like bein' used, and I'm tired of waitin'It's too much pain to have to bear To love a man you have to share..."
I finally look at the name of who is texting her and almost drop the phone. Carter? What the fuck is going on? Why does she have that song set as his ringtone? I read his message and my heart stops.
"Hey baby, sorry I couldn't stay last night. I'll see you tonight though. Wear that outfit that I like so much."
Baby? Baby?!?! Oh. My. God.
My best friends are sneaking around behind my back.
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[“Dad told me the story then about how he’d come home after Mom got him out of the service and how the first thing he’d done was put away all his Marine stuff in a closet, like he was hiding it in shame. Sometimes, when he’d drunk too much, he’d get out his uniform, his dog tags, an old smoke grenade from a training exercise, and turn them over and over in his hands. The way he explained it, there was a hidden John Sexton, and that John Sexton was a coward.
“Your mom didn’t hold it against me,” he said. “She was just happy to have me home. She didn’t want the war, didn’t want her husband in Vietnam getting shot at. But I felt . . . I felt—”
“You felt bad.”
Dad shook his head. “Bad ain’t even the start of it.”
According to Dad, he felt like he’d let everyone down, his wife, his mom, his country, and especially his own father. As a kid he’d always felt weak, like he’d failed as a boy and couldn’t live up to his dad’s expectations, and then, joining the Marines, he thought he’d found the perfect way to put those doubts to rest.
Remembering how afraid he’d gotten as his deployment date crept closer and closer, he said, “I just couldn’t do it. I started having these dreams that I was in the jungle. Just running through trees and grass and swamps, something chasing behind me, something or somebody breathing on my neck. I just couldn’t handle it.”
After he’d come home Dad said he did his best to make the marriage work. But it wasn’t enough. In the back of his mind he was a fraud, a coward who had failed at being a man.
To counteract that feeling, he tried to transform himself into a man more like the one he wanted to be. He taught himself how to fix things around the house, to work on the car, to hunt, and all that developed into a fantasy where he and my mom would move to Alaska and live an old-fashioned, rustic life. Maybe if he built a cabin with his bare hands, if he killed and prepared their food, if he could survive in the snowy tundra, he’d finally prove himself. It was this drive to reinvent himself that destroyed their marriage. Dad was faithful to Mom until he wasn’t, that is, until he had the chance. For years he didn’t stray, and then he met a group of people who lived a little fast. He felt cool for the first time, and these people had no idea who Dad was and what he had done. That clean slate was attractive. He could play a different role around these people. They knew him as John Sexton, the Marine. He could drink too much. Listen to his music too loud. He could be John Sexton, the Outlaw. He could be the John Sexton who hadn’t shied away from the most frightening challenge of his life.
I told him then about my days in Terre Haute and Carbondale, only this time I didn’t just brag about my exploits but admitted I’d felt like a fraud, like I was trying to prove something beyond what I was capable of. Then, without thinking, I told him about my eating disorders. To my surprise, Dad laughed his ass off.
“I’ll tell you something I ain’t told anybody else,” he said. “I did the same fucking thing back in the day. I barely ate anything for days and I’d go run for miles, come home, and swallow down a fistful of Dexatrim. That shit used to be fucking speed, man. That was the most messed-up time of my life. I didn’t know if I was coming or going, I tell you what.”
Dad went off on a rant then talking about men and America and how the two were inextricably linked. This man who’d just years before railed about antiwar protesters being “faggots” and “pussies,” myself included, was ranting on how the country had been founded by aristocratic intellectuals who were so insecure about their masculinity that they pretended to be frontiersmen and farmers. He said the reason we got in so many wars was because we were worried about being emasculated. Referencing George W. Bush, a president he’d quoted and romanticized for years, he said, “Look at that asshole in there now. There’s boys dying left and right in Iraq because Junior wants to one-up his dad. You ask me, a shrink could do a hell of a number on W.” We spent the rest of the drive talking about history and politics and how masculinity had plagued both, essentially ruining everything and making life miserable for everyone. Then, not too far outside of Carbondale, a couple dozen bathroom stops in, he got nostalgic and weepy. After all that loneliness, all that misery, all that pretending to be something he never was, Dad said he wished he could go back in time and talk to himself in basic training and let his younger self know he didn’t have anything to be ashamed of. Then he said no, he’d rather go back even further, back to when he was just a little boy—“when I didn’t know my dick from a hole in the ground,” he said—and tell himself to hold his chin up and not worry about what anyone thought. ’Tween you and me,” he said, “I’ve lost too many years to this shit. I hate what I was, honest to god I do, and getting to talk like this makes me hate it all the more.”]
jared yates sexton, from the man they wanted me to be: toxic masculinity and a crisis of our own making
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ok silly idea, do you remember the AU where jaune has a very powerful rifle? then by fate he and winter end up in a haunted house (by various grimm) and to top it off winter was struck by a semblance that made her temporarily rejuvenate until she was 14-15 years old. she after hiding and more finally she meets jaune who scares her by accident, causing a spider-type grimm to come running towards them through the ceiling. Jaune proceeds to say exorcism words and poses and just as the thing jumps towards them Jaune pulls out the old comfiable and shoots it with the rifle, then turns and says to Winter "let's move on"
How did it get like this? Jaune thought this would be a normal mission. Just a simple investigation without anything threatening his well-being. But here he is now, running for his life in a real-life haunted mansion.
He could hear the skittering across the floor as he leaned against the door. It scratched against the wood of the door, his heart pounding wildly in his ears. Thankfully, the scratching soon stopped, and the skittering grew more and more distant. He heaved a sigh as he opened eyes and they widened in surprise.
Jaune was staring at a young girl, at least five years his junior, standing in a uniform much too big for her size. Her arms were crossed, the sleeves dangling from the forearms.
"Are you okay?" He knelt down. "Are you lost, little girl?"
"Bite your tongue, brat!"
"Huh?" A sharp pain struck his shin, and he hopped up and down on his free leg. "Owowowowowow!"
"It serves you right for speaking so low to a Schnee!" She huffed.
"Ow..." He shook his leg. "Wait, are you... Winter Schnee?"
"Yes, I am." She glared at him. "And how do you know my name?"
Jaune wanted to answer that he knew her from their brief earlier that morning, but he had a feeling her current size and inability to recognize him were definitely related.
"I, uh, was sent here to rescue you." He lied. "Your father is worried about you."
"My father?" She questioned, a bit of hope in her eyes. "Did he really?!"
"Y-Yeah." Jaune knew Jacques Schnee's was not only a shady businessman, but also a negligent and abusive father. "Do you remember how you got here?"
"No, I just remember waking up in these strange clothes." She unfurled her arms. "Do you know where we are?"
"We're in a house on the edge on the north Mantle gate. Building 3106."
"3106?!" Winter squeaked. "The haunted corner house?!"
"Y-Yeah." It must have been a local if Winter remembered it at such a young age. "We're going to get you out of here, but you need to stay close."
"We?" Winter asked. "There is more than just you?"
"Uh, y-yeah." Jaune chuckled. "Me and... Winter Schnee."
"What am I supposed to do?" Winter huffed, dangling sleeves on her hips.
"Stay alive." Jaune answered. "There's a Grimm out there, and if I can get you out of here, you can make it home safely."
"But if you die-" Winter said.
"Then I die." He sighed. "But you need to live. Your father- Your family needs you. Okay?"
Winter nodded. "Okay." She stepped closer to him, then tripped on her baggy pants. Jaune caught her.
"Here, climb on my back." He shifted his rifle to the front, and she climbed on, her arms hanging over his shoulders and her legs carried by his arms. "Ready?"
She nodded, and Jaune cracked open the door. There was no sign of the Grimm. He stepped out, moving down the hallway, the floorboards creaking. Neither said a word, cautious of drawing the Grimm closer to them. As he climbed down the stairs, he sighed.
The door was shut by this, black webbing. He turned around, moving to the kitchen back door. However, on the way, he heard the familiar skittering above him, making him pause. He heard it growing distant again, sighing in relief. He could feel Winter trembling.
"It's gone. Don't worry." He whispered.
As if to penalize his comforting words, the Grimm bull rushed Jaune, making him shout as he turned and ran back upstairs. Boots pounding the hallway, he made it to the end of the upstairs hallway, but found the doors covered in the same webbing.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Jaune dropped Winter's legs and she fell backwards. She squealed in terror as she gripped him tighter.
"I hate spiders! I hate them!"
"Let go of me!" Jaune choked at the spider jumped at him. On instinct, he held up his rifle, holding the Grimm off as best as he could. It's fangs scratched the barrel of his gun as he fended it off. He felt Winter let go and used the sudden shift in weight as momentum to shove off the spider.
It rolled onto it's back before wriggling back to it's legs. Jaune swung his rifle into his shoulder, and began the ancient chant passed down by his family for generations as a way of "exorcising demons". It was a quick one, to be used in extremely dangerous and hasty moments like these.
"ONOTEHTOROSBAHANTOROSBEHDULLABATSTERROABALLAH!" He fired his rifle, blowing a leg clean off. A quick shift of his arm reloaded and a set of eyes exploded. In a desperate attempt, it blindly jumped at him as Jaune reloaded. Jaune fired one final time, shaking dust and spliters off the ceiling as the Grimm screamed it's dying last before falling into a smoking heap.
As Jaune looked around, he saw the webbing, too, faded. He looked to Winter, who was cowering in a ball. Jaune set his rifle down and placed the cape he never used before and placed it over the shivering girl.
"It's okay. It's almost over." He stood up, picking up and holding his weapon firmly in his hands.
There was a door at the end of the hall that was already webbed over when he first arrived. His approach caused the Grimm to chase him away. He steeled himself and kicked in the door, black smoke exploding off it.
Inside was a cowering old man, in rags and shivering. Behind him was a sword and gun, both mostly covered by his disheveled attire. He appeared to be well-built for a man in hiding for who knows how long, based on his muscular arms as he reached out. Scanning the room, he saw a door leading to the room he found Winter, and a cracked peep hole next to it.
The man crawled to him, crying out. "Please! You have to help me! That Arachnos will kill me if I am not saved."
"The Grimm is dead, sir." Jaune smiled. "You don't have to worry about it anymore."
"And what of the girl?" He asked. "Is the Schnee okay?"
"She's okay, too." Jaune answered, switching his weapon to safe. "Don't worry about her."
"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" The man groveled, reaching for Jaune still. His hand was almost at his foot.
Jaune smashed the butt of his rifle into the man's hand, bones audibly cracking. The man screamed as he held his hand, then looked up to Jaune with eyes of rage.
"You stupid fuck!" He barked. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
"Nothing." Jaune struck the man in the face, his nose crunching from the force. "But you have a lot to explain, though."
"Arc?" Jaune turned to see Winter groaning against the doorframe, his cape over her shoulders. She was back to her normal size. "What happened?"
Jaune sighed. "A lot, Specialist." He smiled. "But nothing we can't handle."
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arminismyhusbandddd · 7 months
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Hey can you do a small story about armin confessing his feelings to eren little sister which is the reader and the timeline is like what they look like in Attack on titan junior high? He looks cute on that series 🥹
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AU AOT Junior High
Armin×Fem Reader(Eren's little sister)
Thanks so much for request, I appreciate it sm, love you, thanks thanks thanks:)
Honestly, I've never watched Junior High, but I'm planning to!!!
I hope, I make it at least not tooooo worse and you're not disappointed,I'm sorry If you do:((((I tried to make school first love atmosphere but I'm not sure that I get your idea right or maybe I just don't have enough skills,in any way I'm so so so sorry!
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EMA- the way everyone call as, my close friends, that I know since childhood, we always together, especially my only friends- Eren and Mikasa..
Everything is usual..
boring biology class but I'm still listening to the teacher,I need to do everything good and always be ready for exams, but my friends don't think so and just on my desk lands small crumpled piece of paper..
Slowly.. very carefully open it to not make any noise and looks at the Eren's handwriting
"Do you want to go to my place after lessons?"
I looked at him, gave quick node and then continued to listen to the teacher..
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Late fall..
we are walking towards his house just to spend time together and have some fun..play games and other..
red, orange and yellow leaf are falling on the ground making beautiful, stunning carpet that is covering everything and makes this day more beautiful than it is..
The crunchy sounds that it's making was pretty satisfying and I almost forgot about conversation between us
-Armin.. armin..do you hear me?- I heard Mikasa's voice as she slightly shaked my shoulder when we are walking-Um.. yeah.. yeah,I do..I- i was interrupted by Eren that opened the door into his apartment - Come in- he said as was holding the door open to let us come..
The time passed fast,we was playing video games, talking laughing as we heard that the main door is opening and someone comes in.
-Sis?- Eren asked, obviously talking to the person that just came,me and Mikasa looked at each other and our faces just literally saying "wait,he has sister?!"
- Yeah? - sweet girl's voice was coming from hall as she talked- Is mom at home?- she asked as her light footsteps was coming from the door towards the living room where we are sitting.
-No, actually I brought friends here,mom will come closer to evening- he said as girl's posture appears near the entrance to the living room-I hope you,guys, won't be too loud I need to concentrate- she said as her deep green eyes was moving on our faces, exploring our postures
-We won't - he said turning towards us as girl walked away towards her room ,probably .she was just a copy of Eren..I was a little nervous as I got very strange feeling in the stomach..-Eren, is she your..- I got interrupted again..as alway..by Eren- Yeah,my sister, haven't I said you both about her? I could introduce her,but she is too shy- he said as Mikasa shrugs and looks at me
- We should probably walk home, homework is homework - her as usual cold face expression as she looked at me still making me a little nervous..
-Yeah,we should..
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Cold autumn wind was blowing on my face as my cheeks get a little rosy..
leaf are falling much more because of harsh wind that makes them to touch ground and make soft blanket for the ground for the next few months till the spring..
The way to home is little but feels like endless, especially when I'm thinking about his sister..
I don't even know her name..
I don't know anything but that Eren is her brother,she looks a little younger that I am, maybe for one or two years,she is probably very loyal towards her lesson if she asked us to buy quite..she loves to study?
So many questions appear as I walk home,her green eyes that won't leave my mind for whole evening for sure..as I study..as I take a shower..as I'm about to sleep..
The next weeks the same as usual
The same lesson...the same note..but not the same purpose to go to the Eren's place..now I don't want to communicate, don't want to play or watch movie..I want to see her again and again..despite how crazy it sounds
We become more close, now we even greet when see each other in school hall..now we speak and sometimes she spend time with us.. watches movie with us.. holding my hand when I get scared out of ghost in the movie, when Eren laughs at my reaction and Mikasa's eyes are glued towards the screen..
Everything like in cycle,but I need to break it?See her again..in the hall.. but instead of usual quick node come closer to her and tried to speak,at least sound a little confident
-Hey,how your lesson are going?- I tried to start conversations with something like and ordinary - Good and your?- she said quickly as her eyes looked at mineI became nervous.. only because her gaze..how I hate being that worthless..
-So..do..do you.. want..mm..- I don't know is that genetics or simply their uncanny resemblance to Eren but she has that same habit to interrupt me as soon as I start to stutter but - Walk a little after school? I don't mind - she said quickly as added - 3pm?
Everything that I can do is just to nod as she walks away because the bell is ringing..
3pm..
I'm standing near the main entrance and waiting for this green eyes as suddenly feel light tap on my shoulder I turns and sees her
..this strange feeling like in the first time..
my face instantly turns red..I didn't see that but I feel how hot is it..
She grabbed my hand and started lead me towards the park..
It was early winter but not snow yet..we was walking in the park looking at the trees that was bare and no leaf on it..
I was so distracted by nature that didn't even notice that all that time we was silent
-So..how is your day? - her cute voice brought me back to reality, taking me from the world of sweet thoughts and fantasies that too often absorbed me- Pretty good, what a pity that it's no snow yet
She gave me one disappointed nod like agreement for what I said as we continued walking.. our hands was locked..
I just understand that..and that red face again. Everything that I could ask is she not to notice that
-By the way.. what is with your face,it's pretty red, is that because of wind? - she asked while looking on the rotting leafs on the ground- Ummh yes..yes,wind!- I said trying to stay calm and confident
-Are you sure? Besides, maybe I'm wrong but I think that you like me- she said on one breath as I stopped walking and looked at her face in pure shock trying to process what she said
- I..I..- I tried to make complete sentence but she added - I just think so..I'm not saying that it's pure true, just want to know, honestly maybe I do..
My face just get second wave of blood and looks more than just bright pink..it's completely red- You..you do?- I asked as noticed her small but visible blush on cheeks..
-and you?- she asked as her gaze slowly moved towards her lap
These feelings..as if my heart is beating like crazy, but at the same time it seems to have stop completely..there is not enough oxygen, but I am breathing faster than usual
I seem to have gained the courage for all the years of existence as a shy nerd
I lean closer and kiss her..
of course it was terrible..and the most incompetent, she slowly put her hand on my shoulder and answered the kiss..
when light fluffy snow slowly covered the park..
creating a white canvas everywhere..
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Unfortunately, on August 19, Russia committed another war crime against the civilian population of Ukraine, sending a missile to the Theater in the city of Chernihiv. 7 dead, 129 injured, including 15 children and 15 police officers. Unfortunately, Russia's crimes do not end there, they continue to kill civilians and children as they have been doing since 2014, starting a war and occupying Luhansk and Donetsk, spreading propaganda and portraying Ukraine as an aggressor.
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Not in a Million Years (Safe Pt 2) [Upstead as Parents-ish]
A/N: Thank you for reading and please remember to reblog and comment! A few people on here and on wattpad wanted a part 2 to "Safe" so here it is!
TW: mentions of sex trafficking and abuse (not graphic).
Enjoy!
"Morning, kiddo," Jay said as you walked into the kitchen and rubbed your eyes. It was nearing ten o'clock and you had finally woken up after a very less than restful night of sleep.
"Mhm, morning," you mumbled. "You don't have to work today?"
"Wednesdays are my day off. You know this by now," Jay said and got up and made his way to the fridge. "Blueberry bagels and cream cheese?"
You just shrugged in response to Jay's question. Jay and Hailey knew that you loved bagels and cream cheese. And, it was for this reason, that they made sure to always have bagels and cream cheese in the house and to reiterate from time to time that you could eat them whenever you wanted. You'd been with Hailey and Jay for six months now and at the beginning, they told you that you could get up in the middle of the night and eat whatever you wanted. This, led to you eating bagels when you couldn't sleep or woke up in the middle of the night from nightmares.
After putting a blueberry bagel in the toaster for you, Jay made sure he got a good look at you. You looked absolutely exhausted.
Jay sighed. He knew you were hiding something from him, but he didn't want to push you. "Nightmares again?" he asked.
You just nodded.
"You wanna talk about it?"
You shook your head.
"Tell you what," Jay began, "how about you eat breakfast and then go back to bed? I'll wake you up in a couple of hours and then we can go to Starbucks and you can get your school done there?"
You had been taking online classes since you had been so behind in school before you lived in residential. And, also, Jay and Hailey could keep a closer eye on you and make sure you didn't get triggered at school. They figured they'd let you do online school for the next year and then see if you wanted to enroll in in-person school for your junior year of high school. Plus, with you being behind, you could catch up faster by doing online school instead of in-person school because you didn't have to waste time dealing with other kids and group projects, etc.
"Yeah, that sounds nice," you said.
Then, your bagel popped up and you began lathering cream cheese onto it.
***
After an hour of you being upstairs in your room and hopefully asleep, Jay decided to text Hailey.
Y/N's having nightmares again the text read.
Jay's phone rang about fifteen seconds after he sent that text. It was Hailey.
"Early lunch?" Jay asked when he answered.
"Yeah. I have client meetings back to back to back to back after this, so now is the only time I have to eat until I'm done for the day. Luckily I have snacks in my car."
"I'll make sure dinner is done by the time you get home. Then you don't have to worry about anything."
"Thanks. Anyway, Y/N's having nightmares again?"
"Yeah. She woke up late and she looked exhausted, so I asked her if she was having nightmares and she told me she was. But, she didn't want to talk about them."
"Typical. She doesn't want to relive them."
"Yeah," Jay agreed. "Then she just had breakfast and I told her to take a nap for a couple hours and then we'd go to Starbucks and she can do homework there."
"Good idea. I'll call her therapist when I'm driving on my way home and talk to her. Maybe we need to up her Prazsosin?" Hailey suggested.
"Maybe. Or consider having her have therapy appointments twice a week instead of once?"
"I can mention that, too." Hailey's phone beeped, alerting her that she had another call. "Shit. That's a residential number. I gotta take this. Keep me updated. Love you."
"Love you, too."
Then, Hailey quickly ended the call to take the work-related one.
***
"I hate math," you lamented to Jay as the two of you were sitting in Starbucks together. He got something with way too much caffeine in it and said not to tell Hailey--which you knew was a joke because the two of them both drank way too much caffeine--and you got a decaf caramel macchiato. Hailey had let you have a sip of hers one day and you really liked it, but since you weren't supposed to have caffeine because it interacted with your meds--at least, that's what they told you in residential; now you were pretty sure Jay and Hailey just didn't want you to become dependent on caffeine at an early age--so, you always got a decaf caramel macchiato. You got the taste you liked without the caffeine.
"Math sucks," Jay agreed. Then, he cleared his throat. "Forget I said that. Here, let me have a look."
You passed him your laptop, which you mostly only used for school, and he took a look at it.
The minute he furrowed his eyebrows and his eyes widened slightly, you knew that he had no idea how to do the problem. One thing you learned growing up the way you did was to know body language and to be able to read people like a book and anticipate when danger was coming. And this, was how you could read Jay almost as well as Hailey could read him. Hailey on the other hand, was really good at keeping her facial expressions neutral and not showing anything when she was in a bad mood...which Jay called her resting bitch face.
"You can't do it, can you?" you asked.
"What? No, I can--" Jay laughed and passed your laptop back to you. "Who am I kidding? I have no idea what I'm doing. Hailey was always good at school, though. You can ask her when she gets home. And, if she doesn't know, we can call Will or scour youtube."
"Okay. I'll just work on some English then." When you said that, you remembered something. "Can I get the book To Kill A Mockingbird? I need it because it's the next book I'm supposed to read for English. But, I can find it online if not. It's no big deal."
"We can get you the physical book. I prefer physical books, too," Jay answered.
"And that's why you and Hailey always mock each other because she likes her kindle more. Sometimes, when you're working, she says she likes it more than you."
Jay laughed and shook his head. "I guess I'll have to have a conversation with her about that."
Jay and Hailey always made sure to reassure you that asking for things wasn't a big deal. Yes, you had learned that from them when you were residential and Jay was just a staff member and Hailey was just your social worker, but at home, it was a totally different ball game. They could just suggest going somewhere or getting something to eat and you actually had a say in whether or not you wanted to go or what you wanted to eat. So, getting you to voice your opinion without Jay or Hailey suggesting something was huge, but it had taken you a couple of months to actually do this. Typically, you'd always say that it wasn't a big deal if not, but Jay and Hailey typically made sure to reassure you that asking for something was fine and that it was their job as your now foster parents to spoil you from time to time.
"If you want to go and get the book now, we can," Jay suggested. "Barnes and Noble is just down the street."
"No, it's okay," you told him. "We don't have to go right now."
"How about five minutes?" Jay suggested. "That means, I'll have just enough time to finish the chapter that I'm reading."
You agreed.
***
You were walking out of Starbucks when something caught your eye.
A dog.
You froze.
"Y/N, you coming?"
But, you could barely hear Jay. All you could hear was how hard your heart was pounding in your chest.
Dogs aren't cuddly, they're dangerous. At least, for you they were.
"Y/N."
Bark. One excited bark from that dog was all it took for you to jump out of your skin and drop the remainder of your caramel macchiato to the ground.
"Y/N, Y/N, look at me," Jay urged as he stood directly in front of you, blocking everyone and the dog from your view.
You couldn't. What if you made eye contact with the dog and it chased after you?
"Y/N, it's okay. It's just me. It's Jay." He placed a hand on your shoulder and you slowly looked up.
"Jay?"
"Yeah, it's me. How about we just order the book and we can go back to the car and go home now? Does that sound like a good idea?"
You nodded, despite your still-racing heart. Jay quickly picked up your cup and threw it away and the two of you made your way back to his truck with you still being hyper-aware of your surroundings.
Jay knew how to handle this, of course. This had happened before. Only, the time before this, it had never been in a very public place.
You screamed as you felt your chest tighten. Maybe you were having a heart attack. You knew you were safe, but you couldn't stop worrying about the what-ifs. What if he was still out there and could still take you away from Hailey and Jay, the only safe and loving home that you've ever known?
You gripped the edge of the bathroom counter as hard as you could until your knuckles turned white and tried to slow your breathing as you had learned many times before.
"Y/N?" you heard Hailey's voice from outside the bathroom door. "Can we come in?"
"Hurts," you panted.
At this, Hailey quickly opened the door.
"I'll go get her some ice and some water," Jay quickly volunteered.
"Y/N, I need you to breathe for me," Hailey said. "Can I touch you?"
"Uh-huh," you said, struggling to get the word out as you gasped for air.
"Okay." She grabbed your hand with one of hers and used the other to rub your back soothingly. "Remember what you learned? Follow my breathing." She dramatically inhaled slowly and then exhaled slowly.
"I c-can't!" you cried and doubled over as you felt a stabbing pain in your chest.
"Y/N, the pain will go away when you breathe."
"Got you some water," Jay said as he entered the bathroom, holding a cup of water and a bowl of ice. "Do you want the ice in the other hand?"
You shook your head. Occasionally, holding ice in your hand would help to give you something to focus on so that you could calm down during a panic attack. But, this was not a small one and no ice would help this one.
Jay stood off to the side for another three minutes as Hailey tried with no avail to calm you down.
"Hails, let me give it a shot," Jay said and Hailey nodded and left the bathroom. He could see how flustered she had become at trying to calm you down and failing.
Jay squatted down slightly so that he was closer in height to you.
"Panic attacks suck, don't they?" he asked.
What a stupid question, was what you wanted to say. Of course, they suck! But, you could barely get oxygen to your lungs at this point, much less talk, so you just settled for a nod.
"You feel like you're dying and everything hurts and your breathing hurts your chest and you just want it to stop," Jay said. "I know. But, you have to breathe for it to stop. You gotta let us help you, kiddo."
"Hospital," you panted out.
"You don't need the hospital for this. I know it feels like you do, but you don't. How about we sit down against the wall? Maybe get you more comfortable?" Jay suggested.
You nodded while you still struggled to catch your breath.
"I'm gonna hold on to your hand to help you over there, okay?"
You nodded once more and Jay helped you across the bathroom and then helped you sit up against the wall. Then, he squatted down in front of you.
You grabbed your chest.
"I know, I know," Jay soothed. "But, you just gotta follow my breathing. Just like this." He breathed deeply and emphasized his inhales and exhales and then held out his hand. "Do you want to squeeze my hand? You can squeeze it as hard as you want. You won't hurt me, I promise."
You grabbed his hand as you continued to hyperventilate.
"On the count of three, take a big breath with me," he began. "One...two...three." He inhaled deeply and you tried your best to do the same. "Good. That's good. Now out."
This process continued for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was only a few minutes.
"Do you want some water?" Jay asked. You nodded and he grabbed the almost-forgotten cup of water from the counter and then gently pressed it into your hand. "There you go."
You took a few big gulps and then passed the cup back to him.
"More?" You nodded again. "Okay. Be right back."
When Jay got to the kitchen, he found Hailey with her back turned with her head hanging.
"Got her to calm down," Jay said and put the cup down and put an arm around Hailey's shoulder.
"Good. But- ugh." She wiped her runny nose on the sleeve of the old hoodie she was wearing. "I should've been able to do it. I should've been able to calm her down, Jay! What if this happens again and you're not here? What did you do that I didn't?"
"I've probably had to deal with a few more panic attacks than you just with being in residential," Jay began to explain. "It's not that you did anything wrong. But sometimes, they just want someone to play into it, reiterate how they're feeling instead of telling them what they need to do to feel better."
"So what did you do?" Hailey asked quietly.
"I just told her that I know it hurts and agreed with her that they suck and then we kept moving on from there and I eventually got her to follow my breathing and calm down."
"Okay. I'll try that next time."
He kissed her forehead. "You did everything right. She just wasn't receptive to it." He went back to the cup on the counter and then filled it up with cold water. "Gonna go bring this to her."
"If you find out what triggered her, tell me," Hailey said before he had the chance to leave the kitchen.
"Of course."
"Because you know as well as I do that a kid's whole history is not in their file. Only the things they choose to tell us."
"Yeah. I'll see if I can figure out what triggered her."
"I'll come with you," Hailey said.
But, when they got to the bathroom, they saw that you weren't there.
"She was just here," Jay hissed.
Then, they made their way to your room. The door was closed so they knocked, and then entered to see you sitting on your bed with your head in your hands.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Hailey asked and sat down next to you on your bed.
You looked up at her with tears in your eyes. All you saw in Hailey's eyes was a look of pure concern, but you had seen that from lots of people who eventually got rid of you. You thought Hailey and Jay were different, but you were wrong.
"I'm leaving, right?" you asked and looked between Hailey and Jay.
Jay quickly set the water down on your bedside table and crouched down in front of you.
"What?" Hailey asked. "Who told you that?"
"I- I had to leave a foster family once af- after I had a panic attack. And then Jay left and both of you came back in here and- and- and- I don't wanna leave!"
"Oh, honey," Hailey soothed. "You're not leaving."
"I'm not?"
"Not a chance, kiddo," Jay reassured. "I just had to tell Hailey you calmed down is all."
"You promise?"
"I promise," Jay told you.
"You, too?" you asked and looked up at Hailey.
"Pinky promise," she said and held her pinky out to you and the two of you locked pinkies. "You're not going anywhere."
"We're just going home," Jay said as you and he walked towards his truck. "Almost there. What are five things you can see?"
"Uh... you," you started and Jay cracked a small smile.
"Okay. Four more."
"The sky...the sidewalk...the...the...I dunno! This is stupid!"
"You might think it is, but it will help you."
You froze. There was a dog across the street. Someone was walking it and you were far enough away that you knew you were safe, but it still scared you.
"Don't go there. No dogs. No dogs. No dogs."
Jay looked to see where you were looking and he quickly moved on to the other side of the sidewalk so that you wouldn't see it.
"No dogs," Jay agreed. "We're almost there. What else can you see?" he prompted. "What else can you hear?"
"You. I can hear you," you said as you focused your eyes straight ahead of you. Maybe if you didn't look anywhere else, all the dogs you kept seeing would just disappear. "And car- cars," you told him stumbling on your words. "Your- Your truck. I can see your truck."
"Yup, we're almost there," Jay agreed.
Within thirty seconds, the two of you had made it back to his truck and you quickly pulled on the handle until Jay finally unlocked the doors, which felt like an eternity.
Jay got in and started driving and turned on the radio. He waited for you to breach the topic of what just happened with not one, but two dogs.
But, you didn't. He knew it was best for you to open up to him and for him not to push you, but it had been ten minutes and the two of you were almost home now, so he knew he needed to ask soon.
"You wanna talk about it?" he asked and turned down the radio slightly.
"Not really," you mumbled.
Jay knew he needed to ask more open-ended questions to get you to talk, so he tried one. "So, next time we see a dog, what can I do to help you?"
"Get out," you answered. "I don't like dogs."
"Why?"
"I just don't like 'em. They can bite you."
This set off something in Jay's brain. The way you reacted wasn't just the fact that they could bite you that scared you. No. If that were the case, you'd probably be scared of almost every animal that walked the planet. No. That was a fear response. You dropped the coffee without even thinking about it. You had wanted to get away.
So, as he pulled into the driveway, he made a mental note to ask Hailey if you had mentioned anything to her about dogs in relation to your past.
***
Just as Jay was about to lay down in bed next to his girlfriend, his phone pinged.
"Who's texting you this late?" Hailey asked. It was just after midnight and after the stressful day she had had with clients and the stressful day you had had with dogs, Jay had made homemade chipotle chicken mac n cheese for dinner and then rented a few movies for the three of you to watch. The two of you had even baked cookies after you had calmed down and were waiting for Hailey to get home.
This had been just what all three of you needed to destress from the day.
"Will," Jay told her. "He asked if the three of us want to come over to his apartment tomorrow. Said he has something Y/N might want to see."
"What is it?" she asked.
"Dunno. He didn't say." He quickly asked what the surprise was and then set his phone down and waited for a response. "Did you talk to Y/N's therapist about going twice a week?"
"Yeah. She said she can fit her in on Mondays. I'll just have to leave work an hour early to make it."
"What time is it at? If it's scheduled for 2:00 or even 2:30, I can drop her off and you can pick her up. She might just have to wait in the waiting room for a few minutes."
This was how their weekdays went. Hailey worked 8 am-3 pm...which turned into 2:35 pm so that she can be home by the time Jay has to leave. Then, Jay works 3 pm-11 pm, with one day of the week off, and works this shift every other weekend. Originally, he would flip shifts a lot, but now with you in the picture, he and Hailey agreed that they didn't want you home alone for long periods of time and talked to their supervisors and got permission to make the necessary adjustments.
"It's at 2:45," Hailey answered. "That was one of the only times she had open. So, on your RDO, I'll probably work an hour later to make up for that hour."
"Then I will be sure to always have dinner ready so you don't have to worry about that," Jay told her and smiled and gave her a chaste kiss.
"What was that for?" she giggled.
"Because I love you."
"I love you, too."
Then, Jay's phone pinged again.
"He said he won't tell us what the surprise is, but that's it's a good one. What do you say?" he asked.
"Tomorrow would be hard because tomorrow's Thursday. You have this weekend off, right?" she asked.
"Yeah. Saturday good? We could go and grab brunch beforehand. We both know how much you love your waffles."
"Mmmm. I do love my waffles."
***
Saturday
You were stuffed full from an omelet, pancakes, and some hashbrowns Jay had given you. You told him you would only let him try your pancakes if he gave you some of his hashbrowns. He and Hailey had laughed, but then he slid his plate over to you and told you to take as much as you want. When you took a few folk fulls from his plate, you had passed him your plate of pancakes and told him not to eat them all.
Now, you were going to Will's house. And, you were a little nervous. You never really liked surprises. Surprises for you were always bad. But, Jay and Hailey had reassured you that Will said it was a good surprise. And, you trusted Will. After all, he had helped you when you broke your arm when you were first staying with Hailey and Jay.
"Hey, guys," Will said when the three of you entered his house.
Hailey had whacked Jay lightly on the arm for just walking right in without knocking, but Jay had just shrugged and mumbled something about Will knowing you guys were coming, so it won't be a problem.
"Hey, man," Jay said and gave his brother a hug. Then Hailey gave him one, too.
"C'mere, you," Will said. "We're family now."
Family.
Whenever you heard that word, it always brought bad memories to mind.
But now, maybe, just maybe, you could have some good memories when it came to family.
After the quick hug, Jay broke the ice and asked what the surprise was.
Hailey laughed. "I thought he had a surprise for Y/N, not for you."
"I'm nosy." Jay shrugged.
Will laughed. "We know." Then he turned around and walked down the hallway and opened a door.
A dog came bounding out.
The next few moments were a blur.
Hailey stepped in front of you—she and Jay had talked about the dog encounter—and Jay started yelling and then the dog started barking.
And it was all too much.
There was so much noise. Will's feet pounding across the carpet as he went to grab the dog; Jay yelling; the dog barking.
You needed to get out of here.
So, you did the same thing you did years ago: you ran.
You needed to leave and get as far away from here as possible.
You grabbed onto the door handle of Jay's truck and tugged. Nothing. You tugged harder. Still nothing.
You needed to hide, needed to be sure that the dog wouldn't get to you. You needed to get into Jay's truck.
That's when you started pounding your fists on the windows as hard as you could.
***
"You seriously didn't think to tell us you had a dog here?" Jay yelled. "Look at her! She's terrified!" Jay yelled and gestured to where you were standing, just staring at Will's new dog, Kol.
"I know. I'm sorry." Kol barked and started to go up to Hailey, who was blocking you from view. Will jumped into action to grab him and just grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back when they heard a door slam.
All three had been so concerned about Kol not getting to you that they hadn't noticed you backing away towards the front door until now.
"Shit," Jay cursed.
"I got her," Hailey said quickly and ran outside.
But, just as she ran outside, you started pounding on the windows of Jay's truck.
"Fuck," Jay said and then ran out.
"Y/N!" Hailey yelled. "Y/N, I need you to listen to me," she continued, her voice louder than usual to be heard over you pounding on the windows. "Y/N, you're safe. Kol's inside with Will. You're safe."
"We need you to stop hitting the windows, kiddo," Jay said, in a quieter voice than Hailey. One thing he had learned working in residential was to be calm in a crisis--and Hailey was--but he kept his voice low because he knew to get a kid to hear him, they'd have to stop yelling or throwing things if he spoke quietly instead of yelled. "You're gonna hurt yourself."
"Y/N, we're worried about your safety," Hailey agreed.
But, you couldn't hear them over the pounding of your fists on the glass, the pounding of your heart in your chest, and the barking of dogs that was replaying over and over again in your mind.
"You know restraints?" Jay asked Hailey.
"Haven't done one in a minute, but yeah," she answered.
"On the count of three, we'll do a two-person hold and get her into a seated position. One...two...three..."
Jay and Hailey each stood on either side of you and dipped an arm under your armpit and pulled it up so that they each had an arm hooked underneath. Your arms were still waving frantically though and now your forearms and elbows were hitting the window instead of your fists.
"We'll pull her back and then grab her wrist when she's far enough away!" Jay shouted.
You felt yourself being moved backward and then felt hands wrap around your wrists.
"Seated position!" Jay yelled.
Hailey and Jay slowly lowered themselves to the ground, bringing you safely down with them.
"There you go," Hailey said softly. "There you go. We can't have you hurting your hands."
"You're safe," Jay said. "You're at Will's house. We're sitting down on the grass. You're okay. We can't have you hurting yourself."
You took a deep breath and fell forward, your shoulders slumping despite the two pairs of hands still holding you. The world came into focus again. All you could hear were Jay and Hailey calmly talking to you and telling you that you were okay.
But, you felt terrible.
"I'm sorry," you choked out. "I didn't mean to."
"It's okay," Hailey reassured. "We're gonna let go now."
Jay and Hailey let go of you and then the three of you sat there for two more minutes just to make sure that you wouldn't go and bang on the windows again.
"I'll get her in the truck. You wanna go tell Will that we're leaving?" Hailey asked.
"Yeah." He tossed his keys to her and she easily caught them.
The two of you walked toward the truck and you hung your head in shame.
You knew what was going to happen next. And, you didn't blame Jay and Hailey for the decision they were about to make. They were a good foster family. But, they shouldn't have to put up with a kid like you.
***
You hated this. The waiting. It was almost as bad as leaving.
Almost.
And the thing that made it worse was that Jay and Hailey were great. Hell, they were the greatest foster family you had ever been with.
You could hear muffled voices coming from the kitchen, and you knew they were talking about you. This was quieter than their normal don't wake up Y/N whisper. It was a don't wake up Y/N and a we're talking about her whisper.
You never had a choice of whether or not to stay or go, to stay or be forced to leave most of the time.
But now, you stood up.
If you were going to be leaving, you were going to do it on your own terms.
***
"You feeling okay, Hails?" Jay asked gently as he watched his girlfriend pour herself a cup of coffee the next morning while looking like she was about to fall asleep standing up.
Hailey ran a hand through her hair, finished pouring her coffee, and then turned around to face her boyfriend. "No. I mean yes, I mean-- ugh."
He walked up behind her and took the mug from her hands and the two made their way to the couch, Jay leading her with his free hand on the small of her back.
"Talk to me, Hailey."
He set the mug on the coffee table in front of them.
"I just, I feel so bad," she started, "for Y/N. She shouldn't have had to go through all this. She shouldn't have--" She cut herself off and sniffled. "God, I'm usually so good at separating my personal and professional life."
"And now they're both together," Jay finished.
"Yeah. I wish Will would've told us about Kol. Then we could've prepared her or said no."
"Trust me. He already got an earful from me on the phone last night after Y/N went to bed."
"She's gone through so much and she was finally getting comfortable and, what if we're back to square one?" she worried aloud.
Jay shrugged. "Then we're back to square one. We just go at her pace and listen to her. That's all we can do. Comfort and care for her."
"Yeah, I know. But, ugh. I just should've seen this coming. I can tell when clients sound frantic and like they want to AWOL from a placement, but I couldn't even tell that my own kid was--"
"Hailey," Jay said softly and grabbed her hand with his. "Neither of us saw this coming. So, if it's on you, then it's on me, too. We're in this together, remember?" Hailey nodded. "What do you say we have a lazy day on the couch? I'll go grab some snacks and some movies and we can just have a lazy Sunday."
"I think that's the best idea you've had in days."
He passed her, her coffee mug and then gave her a quick peck on the lips. "I love you. I'm gonna go get ready and go to the store."
She smiled, the first time she had smiled all morning. "Love you, too."
***
Jay walked inside to find a frantic Hailey. Well, he didn't find her yet, technically, but he could hear her hurried footsteps skirting across the carpet, the same ones he heard in the morning if she was running late for work.
"Hailey!" he yelled. "You don't have work today!"
"Jay!" she yelled as she ran towards the kitchen where Jay was heading to set down the groceries. "She's gone! Oh, God, she's gone! What if someone from her bio family found her? What if--"
"Hailey," Jay said, calmly and quietly just as if he were trying to calm down a client. "Who's gone where? I need you to slow down."
She took a deep breath. "Y/N's gone. I thought she was sleeping in late so I went to wake her up to take her meds and make sure she was okay after last night and she wasn't there, Jay! She wasn't there!"
Jay had never seen Hailey like this before, even after this morning, he had never seen her this hysterical. It was like she was barely seeing him. Her head was on a swivel looking around the kitchen to see if you would magically pop out of one of the cupboards.
He grabbed both of her hands. "Hailey, listen to me. I need you to calm down alright? We'll go upstairs and then we'll look in her room to see if it looks like someone broke in, okay? And then, we'll call Kim and Adam, okay?"
"Okay," Hailey said.
Jay and Hailey had met Adam Ruzek a handful of times when the four had gotten dinner together after work when his schedule permitted. They knew that he was a cop in one of the most elite units in Chicago, the Intelligence unit. And, Adam told them if they ever needed anything, to give them a call.
Now was as good a time as any to cash in that favor.
Jay and Hailey made their way upstairs, Hailey taking them two by two and Jay taking them one by one. If anyone saw him, they would probably think that he didn't care that you were missing, but really, one of them needed to stay calm. And that one was him. And with how frantic Hailey was, he needed to stay really, really calm to balance her out.
"See?" Hailey yelled and spread her arms wide after she flung open the door to your bedroom and spread her arms out wide. "She's not here!"
Jay ran over to your closet. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't starting to become slightly worried now. With some foster kids, sometimes they didn't think that their family would worry about them if they left, so they hide and see if they worry about them. But, you would've come out by now if you were just hiding because of the worry in Hailey's voice. At least, that's what he assumed.
"Check her drawers," Jay ordered as he dug through your closet. "See if there's any clothes missing."
"Why?" Hailey asked as she began to fling open the drawers of your dresser at lightning speed.
"I can't find her backpack."
"You think...?"
"Yeah." He paused and looked at her. "I think she ran."
***
Kim Burgess had never seen her coworker so defeated. When Hailey went off to talk with Adam, that was when his facade finally dropped. He scrubbed a hand down his face.
"God, I should've seen it coming," Jay lamented. "I should've...she could be out there right now. Scared. Alone. Hurt."
"There was nothing you could've done, Jay," Kim comforted. "What is it that you always tell new hires? If a kid wants to AWOL, then they're gonna AWOL. It doesn't matter what staff is with them."
"I know. But, this...it's different. I'm not attached to those kids, Kim."
All Kim could do was sigh. She knew there was nothing she could say to make him feel better. "I'm sorry, Jay."
Jay just shrugged in response. "I should probably go see how Hailey's holding up."
"I know you can't," was what Jay heard Hailey say when he walked into the living room to see her talking to Adam.
"Can't do what?" Jay asked and sat down on the couch and put an arm around Hailey.
"Put out an Amber Alert," Adam answered.
"Because she's a foster kid," Jay said. In all his years working in residential, he had never heard of an Amber Alert going out for one of these girls. Their parent(s) or guardian(s) eventually reported them missing, but there were never any Amber Alerts.
"It's not that she's a foster kid. It's just that...she's an at-risk youth. If we bring this up to the Ivory Tower, they won't take it seriously and will say she just ran away." Jay knew that Adam was shooting him straight because he was a friend, but it didn't make it any better.
"So you're not gonna do anything?" Hailey cried. "She's a kid!"
"I didn't say I wouldn't do anything. I just said we can't put out an Amber Alert. But, I'll get my team on it. I'll even see if we can do it off book."
"What?" Hailey asked and furrowed her eyebrows. In the social work business, every single thing had to be done by the book. "Why?"
"Let's just say sometimes it gets the kid home faster," Adam told them...which wasn't totally a lie.
"I'll stay with them," Kim volunteered.
"Okay. I'll get Erin or Kev down here to come stay here, too in case anything, you know...weird happens over here." He wanted to say suspicious, but instead said weird and now realized by saying that, he made it sound worse. "Weird stuff like suspicious activity." He handed Jay a card even though he knew he and Hailey already had one and Kim had him as one of her most-called people in her phone. "Call if you remember or need anything."
He thought about saying We'll get her back but remembered that, in this job, he shouldn't make promises that he can't keep.
***
"So, we have a missing teenager and you expect me to just push off all our other cases and look for her?" Hank Voight asked, astonished with the members of the Intelligence Unit looking on in the bullpen. "And you told them that we'd look for her without talking to me first? Who died and promoted you to sergeant?"
"Hank," Erin said.
"What?"
"This girl is the same age as me when I came to stay with you."
"C'mon, boss," Adam started.  "Kim knows her and we know Jay and Hailey. They wouldn't have called me if it wasn't important. And, I picked up this kid before. She's a good kid, probably scared, and she's running out of chances."
"She'll age out of the system in a couple years," Kevin pointed out.
"C'mon, Hank," Erin said. "Forty-eight hours. Just give us that. Then we can go back to solving the other cases. If it were me missing when I was that age, you would've torn the whole city apart."
"Fine," Hank surrendered. "Forty-eight hours. Erin, go stay with the family. Ruzek and Dawson, go to the jail to check up on the bio dad and make sure he's still there and that he didn't make any suspicious phone calls. Atwater, check pod footage and traffic cams for anyone matching Y/N's description. I'm gonna go talk with Trudy and see what we can do about getting her files from all her previous foster placements."
***
You forgot how cold it was outside at night. Sure, it was the beginning stages of spring, but it was still cold because it was Chicago after all. Despite your hoodies, jeans, and boots, you were still feeling it.
You needed to get somewhere warm and you also needed to use the bathroom. You also needed to find the nearest tent city to stay in for a bit while you figured out your next move.
Maybe you'd take a train somewhere warm and get out of here and get a job where no one knew your name and there wasn't a lengthy report from some social worker attached to it.
You walked into the place nearest to you, which happened to be a bodega, and asked for the bathroom. You went in and then while still in there, dug through your backpack to find any loose change. What you found equated to $2.75...enough to get a warm drink.
You walked out of the bathroom and went over to where the coffee was. A cup of tea was fifty cents per sachet, cheaper than coffee, so you filled a cup with boiling water and then dropped the sachet of raspberry hibiscus tea in.
You walked up to the counter and the man furrowed his eyebrows at you.
"Only this?" he asked. You nodded. "Fifty cents." He took your change and you were about to walk away, but his voice stopped you in your tracks. "How old are you, mija?"
"Eighteen," you quickly answered with your back still turned and left the store.
You had hesitated just a fraction of a second too long, which caused the old store owner to pick up the phone when you were out of sight, and report a possible runaway.
***
"Ay, Ruz," Kevin said into his phone.
"What'cha got, Kev?" Adam asked.
"A bodega owner just made a 911 call. Said a girl came into the store and he thought she was a runaway. Description sounded like it was Y/N."
"Send us the address and we'll make our way there. Tell Lindsey to get here, too. Might be helpful to have a girl around based on what her foster care file looked like."
"Copy that."
***
"God, I feel horrible," Erin lamented as she met up with Antonio and Ruzek.
"Why?" Antonio asked as they began to search nearby alleys for any sign of you.
"When Jay and Hailey asked if we'd found her, I couldn't say yes. I just had to say we had a possible lead. They begged to come with me and I had to tell them no."
"That's the nature of the job," Antonio said. "Believe me, when Diego and Eva were taken, I would've done anything to be there. And I was. But, I'm a cop. Jay and Hailey aren't."
"I know, it's just- Did you hear that?"
"No. What?"
"It sounded like footsteps. Like someone's running."
They all paused and there it was again, but fainter now.
"I'll go around," Antonio started. "You two keep going this way. Radio if you find her."
Then, they took off running.
***
You heard them before you saw them. Footsteps, and fast ones, too. You chanced a look behind you and saw that it was the same cop from before, but he had a woman with him this time.
You weren't going back home, so you kept running.
A beam of light hit your chest.
"Chicago PD! Stop!"
"We're not here to hurt you, Y/N!" the woman yelled.
You didn't believe that. They might not hurt you physically, but they'd hurt you mentally because you knew that if they caught you, you'd end up going back there.
You turned down an alley to your right and heard the three officers cuss as they quickly changed directions.
You sprinted as fast as you could and then wanted to cry when you saw a fence with barbed wire on top of it, which stopped you from getting any further.
You knew you were cornered. So, you turned around and put your hands up.
***
Jay and Hailey sprinted into the 21st District. They had just gotten a call that you had been picked up and that you were being transported there. They had also been told that you were crying hysterically and yelling Please don't send me back! Please don't send me back!
This, in turn, made Hailey start crying because she was worried that she wasn't fit to be a mom, especially to a teen with such a bad past as you, and Jay had to reassure her that sometimes, certain kids just don't fit well with certain families.
The minute Jay and Hailey walked into the 21st, you started to cry harder.
"Please don't send me back!" you wailed. "I wanna stay with you! I won't do it again! I promise!"
"Erin, take them to them in the office and sit in on them, will you?" asked Trudy from her desk.
Erin nodded. "Come with me," she said gently. "Right over here."
She opened the door to the small office and you hesitantly followed her in with Jay and Hailey behind you. She shut the blinds and then asked if you wanted any water.
You didn't.
And now the questions started. Same as the last time you were here.
"Y/N, why did you run away?" Erin asked.
"Because I was scared," you answered.
"Of?" she asked.
You didn't want to answer, but you knew if you didn't answer, it would look bad for Hailey and Jay and they were nice people and you didn't want a different foster kid to get robbed of having a nice family just because you hesitated.
"Of Jay and Hailey sending me back," you answered quietly.
Jay opened his mouth to start talking, but Erin held a hand out, silently letting him know that she would be taking the lead.
"And why did you think that?" she asked.
"Because I freaked out when I met Will's dog and then I heard them talking about me when I was trying to sleep, so I thought they were sending me back. And, I figured this time, I'd leave on my own terms. I didn't want to be dumped somewhere and have no control like I did last time. That's why I ran last time, too."
"This has happened before?"
"Yeah. And then they sent me back with my dad. I don't wanna go back there! He hurt me!"
Jay and Hailey knew this of course from your file, and Hailey had been livid then and she was livid now.
It was a Friday, 4:30 pm, half an hour until Hailey's work day was done. Then, she'd go home, relax, and wait for Jay to get home and they'd stay up late and watch movies or read or just talk about the stresses of the day in bed and then finally go to sleep. They'd sleep in and get a late brunch the next morning. This was their Friday night/Saturday tradition whenever Jay had a Saturday off. It was a good way to destress from their mentally and emotionally taxing jobs ad gave them both something to look forward to.
Her phone rang. It was her supervisor's assistant.
"Hey, Bea. What's up?" she asked. The two had worked on some cases before, so they were always cool with each other instead of Hailey feeling like Bea was just her higher-up.
"Hey, I'm sure you've heard that Gianna's last day was today, so I'm sending over some more case files for you. There's only three more because we split them evenly among everyone, but I'm sorry I'm adding to your already full caseload."
Gianna was her supervisor, and she was leaving for a different organization, so for the time being, Bea would be the acting supervisor until they found someone else. She already turned down the position of supervisor because she said she never saw herself in that much of a leadership position. But, she had told Hailey the real reason was that she didn't want all that stress of being a supervisor and having to make the final decisions all the time. Sure, she made some as the assistant supervisor, but they were the easy ones.
"Isn't everyone's caseload already full?" Hailey joked.
"You got that right, girl! Sorry to spring this on you last minute, but feel free to text me if you have any questions. And, don't feel like you have to get through them this weekend."
Hailey laughed. "You know me, Bea. I probably will anyway."
"You really need to take a break; work's not everything."
"Says the assistant sup. And, I'll take a break when Jay gets home. And, if it makes you feel better, I'll read the files at home instead of doing it here at my desk."
"That does make me feel a little better. I'll let you go though because I still have two more people to call. Don't work too hard."
"Bye. Have a good weekend."
Then, Hailey ended the call and went through her last few unread emails in her twenty-five minutes left at work and then clocked out.
***
When Jay got home that night around 11:15, what he saw when he walked in shocked him. Sure, Hailey would bring her work home with her occasionally, but right now, she was scribbling in a notebook with her headphones in as she stared at her computer screen with a cup of coffee next to her. The coffee pot in the kitchen had been recently used and was only half full, which meant Hailey had drank almost half a pot of coffee since coming home around six hours ago.
"Hails," Jay said as he pulled a chair out and sat down.
Hailey jumped. She hadn't heard him come in. She took out one of her headphones and her background noise immediately turned off.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he apologized.
"It's fine."
"What are you working on this late?"
"Gianna's old case files. God, I am so fucking pissed right now."
"Whoa, Hailey. What's up?" he asked. Hailey was never one to casually drop an f-bomb, so this must be big.
"Just...where she put this girl. And, I can't tell you anything else because of confidentiality, but I think Gianna was just trying to get it done before she left." She paused. "You guys have open beds right now?" she asked, referring to the residential home, Forest of Hope,  Jay worked in.
"Yeah. Why?"
"I gotta call Bea. Mind getting me the on-call sup and on-call admissions numbers for this weekend?"
"Hailey, slow down," Jay told her as she stood up. "Why's this so important to you? Why can't it wait until Monday?"
"I just think this girl's in trouble, Jay."
He nodded. "Okay. Then do your thing, babe. I'll text you their numbers."
Hailey made her way to their bedroom and closed the door and then quickly called Bea.
"Hey, Hailey. Not working too hard I hope," she said when she answered.
"Probably working too hard. But, hey, I have some questions for you, regarding a girl named Y/N who was one of Gianna's old clients." Hailey gave her the case number so that Bea could access the file. "She ran away from a foster home a few days ago and Gianna put her back in her dad's care. He was allegedly found to be abusing her both physically and sexually. She cited him being found not guilty and him having almost completed his court-mandated therapy as why she was placing her back there."
"What the hell," Bea said. Hailey could tell by her tone that Bea was as shocked at this as she was. "That's insane. How long has she been there?"
"A little over two days. Please tell me you have as bad a feeling about this as I do."
"I'd be lying if I told you I had a good feeling about it. So, what do you wanna do?"
"I asked Jay if they had any empty beds at Forest of Hope and they do. So, I was thinking I could do a welfare check tomorrow morning and depending on what I see, send her there. I have the on-call sup and the on-call admissions officer's numbers this weekend from Hope if you want them."
"Yeah, that's a good idea. Send over the numbers and I'll call them and let them know the plan and make sure there's a bed for her. And, Hailey, I'm sending the police with you."
"Mind if I call Adam Ruzek?" Hailey asked. "That's Jay's coworker's boyfriend and he's good with kids in these kinds of situations."
"As long as there's a cop and it's on the books, then I don't have a problem with it."
"Okay, thanks. I'll give him a call and we'll be there around 8:30 tomorrow morning. Let admissions know that I'll bring her to the hospital before she gets admitted because that's protocol, so if she ends up at Hope, she'll probably get there around noon at the earliest."
"Okay, sounds good. I'll make those calls and text you what their answers are. Look at you, gettin' that overtime pay."
Hailey laughed, the first joyful sound out of her mouth since she had opened your file. "I'm not in for the money, Bea. You know that."
"Damn straight I do. If we were here for the money, we would've chosen different careers."
***
"Why is it always me that Platt pulls and makes me go out and find these kids?" Adam complained as he drove him and Hailey to your house in an undercover car.
"I requested you for this one," Hailey said. "You're good with kids and the dad's got a history of violence."
"And they let this kid back in his house, why?"
"Don't ask me. This was my case as of less than a day ago."
"What's this kid's name again?" He asked, Hailey told him and he sucked in a breath. "I picked her up the other day because she ran from her foster family."
"Anything you wanna share?" she asked.
"She just said she had seen the foster dad before, so she ran."
Hailey knew that Adam didn't know what it meant, but she did. The foster dad must've been one of the "customers" when your dad was trafficking you. She made a mental note to bring this up so that he could tell someone and open an investigation.
"Okay." She pointed out the window. "This one. To the right."
Adam parked a few houses down on the street and then the two got out of the car. "I'll go first. If he's violent, I'd rather take the brunt of it than you."
He rang the doorbell and your dad came up to the door. He looked tired and absolutely reeked of booze.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
Adam held out his badge. "I'm officer Adam Ruzek with the Chicago Police Department. This is Hailey Upton, a social worker with the city of Chicago. We are here to do a welfare check on your daughter, Y/N."
"Is that really necessary?" he asked. "I just got her back a few days ago."
"I'm afraid it is, sir," Adam said. "We need to inspect the place and see your daughter."
"Okay, I'll go get--"
"No you won't," Adam said sternly. "You are going to stay right here with me and tell Miss Upton here what room your daughter is in so we can do our jobs."
Your dad's hand moved quickly, but Adam was quicker. He immediately had his gun pointed at your dad.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Adam warned. "Now, step outside the residence and put your hands up. One more sudden move and I will cuff you myself and bring you in before you can even tell us what room your daughter is in."
He obliged and put his hands up and walked outside. Adam quickly disarmed him--he had a gun tucked in the back of his waistband-- and then held him tightly by his bicep. Then, Hailey was told where you were and she walked inside and then went upstairs to your room.
You were wide awake from all the commotion when she walked in. You knew she had seen it the minute she laid eyes on you, so there was no use hiding it. And if you wanted to leave, then she needed to see it or there would be more coming.
There was a bruise forming on the left side of your face.
But, Hailey kept her composure, as she had been taught to do.
"Hi, Y/N. I'm Hailey, your new social worker. Do you mind coming with me?" she asked.
"He did it," you said quickly. "He hit me because I said he couldn't run me anymore."
"I know, I know," Hailey said. But, she hadn't known that until she walked in here. But, she had known before you voiced it to her. "We're just gonna wait until my friend tells us that we can leave and then we're gonna get you someplace safe, okay? Do you have anything you need to grab?"
You shrugged. "I don't have to come back here?"
"Not in a million years."
You explained to Erin that the last time you were picked up was when you ran from that foster family and went back to your bio dad's and then went to stay at Forest of Hope.
"Why'd you run from that family?" Erin asked.
"The guy was someone who paid for uh... services," you told her. You had come to terms with it, had talked about that and more of your past sexual trauma with your therapist.
"And that was why you ran from that family?"
"Yeah." You turned to Jay and Hailey. "I didn't mean to freak out when I saw Will's dog. I really didn't! I got chased down the road once by one and then it got me and bit me and that's what I kept having nightmares about and...now I just don't like dogs."
"Hey, hey, it's okay," Jay soothed and Erin nodded her head saying that it was okay for him and Hailey to intervene. "You're not leaving."
At this, you became confused and it was written all over your face. "Then what were you talking about?"
"How to help you," Hailey answered. "More therapy sessions. Things like that."
"Oh. You promise I'm not leaving?"
"Not in a million years."
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Two and a half years later
You had gone out with your friends for your eighteenth birthday and had had this planned for weeks. You always used their phone to call and get info and then make the appointment because you didn't want it on your phone. You knew your mom and dad would be fine once they saw and read it, but those few seconds before were what you were dreading.
You walked inside to see your mom and dad sitting on the couch.
"Hey, how was dinner?" your mom asked.
"It was good. Pasta's always the answer."
"What else did you guys do?" your dad asked. "You were gone for a long time."
You sat in the chair across from them.
Your mom saw the clear wrapping a split second before your dad did because he was taking a sip of his beer.
"Is that a tattoo?"
It was like a scene from a movie, your dad's eyes went wide and then he spit out his beer and started coughing. You and your mom just started laughing.
"That better not be a tattoo, young lady!" He turned to his wife. "Hailey, how are you not mad about this?"
"I am," she answered after her laughter died down. "But you spitting out your beer was just way too funny."
You stood up and walked over to your parents and took off the wrapping and held your arm out for them so they could see the black ink on the inside of your right arm, just below the crease of your elbow.
There were four numbers.
A date.
"It's the day you adopted me."
At this, all their frustration dropped.
"I guess one tattoo isn't that bad," your dad admitted. "C'mere." Then, he stood up and pulled you into a hug.
"Maybe we can all get matching ones now," Hailey suggested with a smirk directed at Jay. You all knew about his fear of needles.
"No way. Not in a million years," he said.
"That's like your guys' version of I promise," you told your parents.
Hailey smiled at the memory of them reassuring you that they'd never leave you. And, they never did. "I guess it is."
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oh also some Nano reflections ig
After procrastinating starting all day as I often would my homework, I wrote for about an hour last night and got 600 words! My anxiety is such a bitch. Here's my starting synopsis, to be trimmed and edited for brevity at a later time:
The night before his first day of junior year at Winora Academy, 16-year-old Carver has a strange dream where he is pulled through a mirror by a mysterious doppelgänger. The next morning his younger sister Waverly, a 14-year-old upcoming freshman, attempts to wake him for school and find that he has fallen into a coma. Doctors say it was likely caused by a seizure, but when Waverly begins to hear cries for help that only she can hear, she determines that it's up to her to find the real reason behind her brother's unnatural slumber.
The first 500 was starting right with Ch. 1 of my story (The Sticks). My Preptober did not go nearly as well as I'd hoped, so I'm launching into this with a lot of blanks to fill in still. It was really hard to leave things vague/ blank and not get too caught up on it. I also found myself opening google way more than I'd have liked. It was challenging not to try and make my sentences sound "nice", but I think over the course of the hour I got a lot better at writing efficiently to communicate my point without getting caught up on things like verb tense and literary devices. I'm focusing on the barest of bones, to add some flesh to later:
"They're getting closer," Carver slams the heavy door of his usual hideouts spot. A voice tsked from somewhere deeper in the house. "I warned you," it chided. "I gave you X piece of advice, but you didn't listen to me. We prepared for this!" "But they did X differently this time! They're learning." Carver argues, leaning against the wall for a moment, exhausted. He checks himself for injury, discovering a trail of blood down his right leg. "And you can't see everything." "I see enough." Carver sighs, pushing himself off his resting place and traveling deeper into the house, finding the bathroom. He comes face to face with a boy looking incredibly similar to himself-Carver is looking into a mirror, but it is NOT his reflection. This boy is slightly older. A little skinnier. A lot creepier. "How long have we got to go, anyway?" "I told you before, Carv." The boy in the mirror says. "Full moons don't play by the rules. It could be hours... days, even." "You did not say days." Carver tries not to panic, throwing the mirror open on its hinges to get to the medicine cabinet behind. "Would that be so bad?" The mirror says. Somehow, Carver knows the boy is pouting from the other side. "I thought we appreciated each other's company." "You haven't even told me your name." Carver grabs the bandages, thinking for a moment before closing the door so that the boy in the mirror could see the rest of the room. It was safer that way. "I've been saving your skin for weeks." The boy says. "That's gotta count for something." Carver doesn't respond to that, wrapping his wounds quickly. If he could be stuck here for days... No. He can't afford to panic now. He was getting closer to his securest location. Once he makes it there, he'll be able to wait out the night for as long as he needs. "I'm not the one keeping secrets."
I have my first few chapters mapped out, but there's still some pretty gaping holes in my story. The dynamic between Carver and the boy in the mirror is an important one that I spent most of my Preptober fleshing out. I've written this sequence a few times, toying with different angles, but I already enjoy this one much more.
At the end of the hour I spent 15 minutes in my notebook just writing out a bunch of ideas by hand. I like switching mediums for this- my notebook feels non-commital and that I don't feel I have to keep anything that I put in there. I hope to continue chronologically with my typed work, leaving blanks where needed, to commit myself to a draft without worrying about edits. If I need to change things when the month is over, I'm hoping I can reference my notebook for new approaches to what I put in my doc.
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i. "cast iron skillet" - jason isbell and the 400 unit // ii. tonight i'm someone else: essays; the end of longing - chelsea hodson // iii. "rx (medicate)" - theory of a deadman
( gdocs version since tumblr beta is super annoying )
quick stats !
full name: alice audrey alder
date of birth: september 17th, 1966
zodiac big three: virgo sun, pisces moon, libra rising, leo venus
gender & pronouns: cis woman & she/her
sexual orientation: home of sexual
ethnicity: white
nationality: us american
religion: agnostic
languages spoken: english (5), spanish (4), latin (3)
enneagram: 2w3
mbti: enfj
temperament: phlegmatic
alignment: true neutral
refresher !
triggers: shitty parenting, the briefest implication of homophobia
Mom, Annabelle “Anne” Alder, kinda really sucks. I guess we’ll go with the version where she’s not a televangelist even though televangelism is super fun and was booming in the 1980s, I just think we know the other version better. Still a lil menty ill tho. 
But Alice’s daddy, Allen, and sister, Alice 1.0, died a week before she was born so you know <3 hard to blame her tbh <3
Still weird that she was like “okay if I can’t have Alice 1.0 I’ll have Alice 2.0”
Momma Alder was like “you’re gonsta be perfect just like ur dad!” and Alice was like “okay how” and momma was like “uhhhh get good grades, be successful, marry a rich guy, be hot” and Alice was like “okay bet”
Mamma Alder also married a rich guy, our bestie Brian, who was like… 20 years her senior. So she had an affair with the poolboy. But honestly that stuff wasn’t too important in the great grand scheme of things – Brian was, though!
Anyway, Alice totes got good grades and was hot! But a rich guy wasn’t in her cards :\ Maybe a rich girl though!
Is Lux rich?
Fell in love with childhood friend Lux Lewis in late 1981 and it lasted around a year.. So that’s basically late sophomore - junior on her end, late freshman - sophomore on Lux’s.
Gradually phased out as Lux got closer to another lesbian we know 🤨(only we don’t know it IC 😔). But Alice was still Lux’s little bitch for the time being.
Idk if the Wonderland dance happened in this timeline... In any case, Lux going bitch mode after the lesbian ‘rumor’ was pinned on Alice still happened! So did the fight between Alice and Anne, though that was a few more months in. So did it getting worse when Alice was like *coach ben vc* hear that, furry little friends?! I’m GAYYY. *end vc* So did Brian leaving to go to a five-star retirement home. 
Anyway, a slight change is that Brian paid the tuition, but Alice still went to live with Indigo… for the time being 🤨
update time !
triggers: drugs. so many drugs., some shitty parenting thrown in there considering brian’s involvement and (arguably!) indigo’s solution
Weed and alcohol weren’t entirely foreign – they were both present at basically all the parties thrown – but Alice had never partaken in them beyond a slight buzz. Up until, of course, the winter of 1983. Just to balance things out, right? Just to make the world seem a little chiller during the crux of her final year in high-school, right?
But all of the shit that came with it – related to Lux or not – eventually brought it to a null spot. And Brian (who didn’t think to ask anything about it), ever the caring father figure, offered what used to help him through his rough patches! A little pill!
As of right now, I’m basically just typing out the timeline I wrote down. So with nothing smooth to say, Alice found herself a regular Vicodin user by the Spring of 1984.
And, while all things preceding the date were stressful enough, that brings us to entering college! Yay! Brian’s started paying tuition and there was that huge blowout and she’s living with Indigo now, so on and so forth. Anyway, now that that’s been refreshed:
Fall of 1984… Maybe someone would point to Lux and the bullying. Maybe someone would point to Anne Alder, suddenly without child and husband. Maybe someone would point to the lack of a stable home. But the truth was that it was none of that, and it was all of that.
The first few months, Alice was doing her best to keep up. She was still keeping her grades way up, she was still working hard to maintain her friendships, she was still trying to keep up a semblance of a life – she would have been dubbed ‘functioning.’ But something… just broke. Seemingly out of nowhere, something cracked. 
*It happened slowly, then all at once. General stress – stress that seemed normal – snapped. There were voices and delusions and–
–Brian’s donations weren’t enough anymore. After searching, after a chance finding, Alice crossed the snow line… 
And it… worked. The stress had dissipated and life… it was so much better. As long as she rolled the snow up on the 8hr schedule it needed, life was beautiful! 
For a while.
When Winter rolled around, it was plain for Indigo to see that Alice was not just smoking doobage. In fact, she wasn’t just smoking anything anymore – not if the cotton ball and shoelace had anything to say about it! 
Thus, Indigo (real name: Angela), past groupie (who “Angie” by the Stones had clearly been written about) who had seen the dangerous outcomes firsthand, was… in essence, like, “Get your shit together!”
But if some missing money, pinpoint pupils, and a nod off that led to a close call with godsmack had anything to say about it… Alice was not, in fact, getting her shit together.
Indigo had never planned on being a mother, and though she was much more caring and empathetic than her sister, she wasn’t prepared for… how to deal with this (unless it was Eric Clapton who clearly got clean for her). At the end of the day, is anyone? Especially when the main source of said kid’s cost of living was coming from an indirect enabler? (See: Brian <3)
Not knowing what else to do if Alice wouldn’t agree to seek help, she made the hesitant decision to kick her out.
Lucky for Alice, there was one vacant house in Cherry where someone she knew had been able to claim squatter’s rights – that someone being Oliver (who, outside of alcohol and weed, could be considered a surprising straight-edge given what he’d seen his mom go through at the hands of SUD).
Yes, I’m connecting my two characters. Yes, I am using this cop-out. *Ariana Grande vc* And what about it?
When Spring rolled around, her role in ‘the gang’ was nearly non-existent, existing more as a ghost than a person. Which was about how life was going. Moving through it like a ghost, disconnected from the Earth, watching from a state of limbo, becoming a distant memory.
r/im14andthisisdeep
She still managed to get by in CCU, though not without strife and sliding grades. Speedballing helped, but even then, she was distracted. 
Oliver tried giving her the movie star speech… which didn’t work, but it was worth a shot!
Fall came and so did sophomore year’s tuition payment… some of which was pocketed and spent on things that should not have been important as they felt.
Outside of that, it was largely uneventful. Just repetition of how life had been for the past… year and a half? But it wasn’t as fun as it used to be. And most bridges had burned themselves (hell, save for Brian, every bridge with family had burned down). And there would never be anything fun again, would there be? She stays in the routine, it’s normal. She breaks it and tries to get sober? At best, it’s boring. At worst, it’s hell on Earth. And she would choose routine over that any day! If she’d already lost most everything she could lose, why bother? The only things she had left were school (and she would be on academic probation in Spring – if she were kicked out… who cared anymore?), an empty house (was there much of a difference between an empty house – that desperately needed repairs – with one guy and a street?), the few bridges she hadn’t burned (a lighter would come eventually), and a beating heart (did it matter anymore?). Burn it down.
That was the prevailing thought until one Ford Freese entered the picture in early December, an offer to pay for a 30-day inpatient stay over the CCU winter break.
…winter break totally isn’t for deus ex machina purposes!
In any other case, she would’ve declined the offer with enthusiasm – some of the only enthusiasm she still showed! But the one thing she hadn’t thought of? The one thing she hadn’t thought to add to her list of things that could be stripped from her? Her freedom. Aha, don’t arrest me! Aha, I’m too sexy to go to jail for 7+ years!
Let it be known that he never actually threatened arrest – or anything even close! – but you see a man with a badge…
She entered rehab on the first day of their winter break. The methadone helped with the detox, but not with the… worth. Nonetheless, she walked out of rehab two days after CCU had begun the Spring semester. 
A month later, she had ‘completed’ the outpatient program – during which she’d been doing her damndest to get off academic parole. Without any funding for something like a methadone clinic – or, I don’t know, a therapist? – it was her and her willpower! 
And, credit where credit is due, staying sober due to a sense of obligation? Of ‘you did this grand gesture for me, I can do this one thing for you’? Well, it was working! Enough to get her to NA!
But, even nearly eight months later, everything feels rather askew. She’s part of the gang again, not a ghost… but is she? She’s back to her role of ‘great student’... but is she? Lux has lost her influence… but has she?
Well… Hollywoo Stars and Celebs! What Do They Know? Do they Know Things? Let’s Find Out!
updated tl;dr !
Alice started doing drugs about eight months earlier than her Cherry 1.0/2.0 counterparts. 
She developed a tolerance to Vicodin and didn’t have the benefit of seeing Lux’s ghost because… Lux isn’t dead (or presumed dead), so she moved up the ladder of gateway drugs and, following a bit of a menty b in her freshman year of college, she started using smack.
Eventually got kicked out of Indigo’s house for understandable reasons and went to squat live with Oliver (deus ex machina!). 
Yanno. shit happens!
Was not successfully enticed to enter recovery until Ford Freese offered to pay for rehab (and, even then, it was just because “oh this guy has a badge I don’t want to go to jail im so sexy for that aha”). Got clean.
Has been sober for nearly eight months now… mainly out of obligation!
But my favorite form of character growth is character descent :elmosmile:
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So I decided to get back into the groove of writing, and this came into existence. I'm very excited to be writing again, aah!!! I'm definitely doing this as a multi part series so stay on the lookout for the next part!!
part 2   part 3 part 4
Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader
This is set before the events of season one and progresses into taking place during season one.
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Dear Diary,
God, I hate that I’m even writing that.
Dear Diary
It just sounds so middle school - so childish.
Anyway, it’s been what, six years since I’ve written anything in this grossly purple notebook full of silly little things my younger self thought was some of the best writing ever, aside from the diary entries of course. I remember the first day I got this stupid thing. I had saw it on a shelf in the store while accompanying my mother on the weekly errand run. I thought it was a good idea to have something to write my personal thoughts in, and so did my parents. Man, did this thing go through a lot since then. Looking back at some of the last pages I had written on was almost like going through it all again. Remembering all the pain that comes with those memories is something I hope I never have to endure again. But you know the old saying, “history has a way of repeating itself.” 
Enough of the rambling on that topic. I’m not even sure why I’m writing any of this, honestly. You see, I’m currently packing things from my childhood bedroom. More so, things that my mother is going to donate. She’s moving out with her new fiancé and asked if I wanted to come look through my old stuff before she “donated” it all. Knowing her she was probably going to get whatever cash she could out of anything valuable and throw the rest out like garbage. To think she pretends to care about that kind of stuff anymore. Not like she ever did.
After my parents split I ended up living with my dad. Mom never even tried to fight for custody over me. Honestly glad she left me with dad, I would have wanted to live with him anyway. Dad left mom the old house and him and I ended up moving more towards the city, which meant that I had to move schools. I didn’t really like that idea at the time, but now looking back, I couldn’t be more happy with how things played out for me and dad. 
God, how I’m so glad that things played out. Meeting him was probably the best thing to happen in my life after all the hell. He’s been there for me during all the recovery and I couldn’t be more grateful. I don’t know how I’d ever repay him honestly. We’re now in our junior of high school - Hawkins High School. It’s crazy to think that was all only four years ago. Time seems to go by so fast yet so slow. Time is a weird concept to me, too. Four years of trying to get over trauma, but four years of a friendship that feels three times as long. We’ve seen each other go through heartbreak and more, I don’t know what else could bring us closer other than experiencing near death, but that’ll never happen, surely.
Onto another topic, the person in question of the previous paragraph. God, I could go on about him for hours. As much as I cherish and value our friendship with my life, there’s some shame in me saying that I wish we could be more than friends. I know, I absolutely hate how stupidly cliché this sounds. Falling for your best friend after knowing them for X amount of years and going through tough shit with each other. It was only recently that I figured out these feelings. But I couldn’t do that to him - telling him I mean. It was only a few months ago that he started dati
“Hey there, how’s it going?”
I turned around to face the bane of my existence - my mom’s fiancé
“Just finishing up.” I say as I put the last of the keep pile into a box, folding the top closed. I stand up and stretch, groaning as my back popped to hard. How long was I sitting there writing? I bent down to pick up my car keys and glanced at the notebook and pen where I left them. It was still open, the last word still unfinished. I sighed and closed it, picking it up whilst stuffing the pen in my pocket. Guess I’ll finish my newest entry later. I set the notebook on top of the keep box and decided to find where my mom went to. Walking down the hall I heard giggling and turned the corner to the kitchen to see my mom and her fiancé making out. I leaned against the doorframe and dramatically cleared my throat, making them both jump. 
“If you’re done being gross, I’ve finished packing up the boxes. I’m gonna head out too.” I pushed myself off the doorframe and walked to pick up an apple from the counter.
“Oh, honey, you should join us for lunch! I’m making tuna sandwh-”
“No, thanks. I’m actually getting lunch with Steve, which is why I need to leave shortly.” I jingled my keys and turned the corner to retrieve the keep box back in my old room. I entered the room and took a deep breath. It’d been a few years since I’d been in this room. I’d visit my mom every now and then, rather, when it was convenient for her. Taking a last look around, my mom stepped into the room.
“You know, you’re welcome to come visit us any time up in Fort Wayne.”
There she goes again, pretending to care.
“Thanks for the offer, mom. I’ll let you know if I ever plan to go up there.” I gave her a tight lipped smile, turning to pick up the box to take to the car.
“Oh, here, let me get Evan to carry that for yo-”
“No, I’ve got it.” I scoffed under my breath and carried the box to my car. Shoving it in the backseat, I closed the door and turned to my mom to give her a quick hug. 
“Bye sweetie. Call me if you need anything.” she smiled and turned to walk back up to the house to meet her boyfriend at the door. I hopped in the car and started the engine. Pulling out of the driveway I couldn’t help but have a sense of sadness wash over me. Yes, I thoroughly loathed my mom for what she did to me and my dad, but she was still my mother. And here she was, moving hours away with her perfect man to go play pretend and have the carefree life she so desperately wanted - instead of being thirty minutes away from her own daughter to be there and support said daughter. I pretended not to notice her waving me goodbye as I drove off. Sighing, I flipped on the radio and began my drive into town.
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