#Idk he told me AND I QUOTE “I don’t wanna hear your stupid voice anymore or ever so just shut the fuck up bitch” and then stormed out

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do you have a healthy sibling relationship or do you each relate to the other sibling in complicated fictional family dynamics?

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Crushcrushcrush//Kim Hongjoong (ATEEZ)

Request:  Hi i was wondering if you could do a soulmate werewolf hongjoong x human female reader angst and fluff like she over hears hongjoong saying something and she gets sad and shy and worried and stuff.....

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst with fluff at the end, Werewolf!AU, Soulmate!AU, a bit of College!AU

Warnings: Hongjoong’s kind of a dick with irrational thinking, cussing I guess

Word Count: 7.2k

(A/N: Lets just pretend I didn’t disappear for 6 whole months, but i am back and my medication is no longer giving me the big sad so I’m a little more motivated to write.This isn’t the best work I’ve done, this is actually idea 10 for this prompt and idk if it’s executed properly but Imma keep trying and hopefully, to keep from falling back into a slump, I’ll start a new series so I have a regular scheduled fic for everyone. Also, I think I botched expressing the AUS here but just let me know what you think. Sorry for always disappearing, I can’t promise I won’t go off the grid again but I’ll try harder to be active in anyway)

Your mother always said crushes stayed crushes for a reason: they hurt. Bad. But you thought she was wrong, that your feelings for someone could one day be reciprocated later if not sooner, and that’s what led you to him. Kim Hongjoong. The day you met was a complete accident, your body slamming into his as you wandered aimlessly during your freshman year of high school. He was gorgeous with wide brown eyes, beautiful pink lips and cheeks, his hair styled differently from the other boys to reveal his forehead, showing his individuality. He was perfection.

“I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” Those were the first words he spoke to you, his voice so gentle, so sweet. And the way he reached out to help you with no hesitation, holding your hands as he pulled you up effortlessly.

It was love at first sight, all until he looked down to your hands, eyes catching a glimpse of your wrist, a row of zeros peeking through the sleeve of your uniform jacket. He slowly pushed the fabric up, both your eyes widening to see your soulmate clock had finally timed out, his hands releasing yours to check his own wrist, a quiver to his lips as his clock matched yours, his once soft eyes now hard as he stared you down.

“Stay far away from me.” He warned, not saying another word as he headed to his homeroom, your body frozen as you watched him disappear. He was so harsh, yet you liked him. Maybe suddenly finding his soulmate scared him, but it was no problem to you! You were bound to end up together so you played the waiting game with him, being the perfect soulmate you could possibly be whether he accepted it or not.

And that led you here, now seniors in college and still acting the way you were when you met. Hongjoong was still cold, treating you like some plague while you could only smile along. You weren’t sure how you missed the fact you lived in a predominantly werewolf area until a public service announcement came on your television one night to remind humans to stay indoors during the full moon, that night dedicated to werewolves being as free as they could be, but it made you even more hopeful when you were on your way home from work one night, taking a shortcut through the woods since it lead right to your backyard.

You were 16 at the time, so the sight of a shirtless person would obviously make you flustered, but a shirtless Hongjoong? Enough to cause a nosebleed. He was 16 as well, the exact age a werewolf develops a mate bond and, seeing as you’ve already been confirmed as soulmates in the human world, the sudden desire to latch onto you and never let you go once you locked eyes only made your lifelong attachment more real, and he was freaking out. He didn’t speak, opting to shift without removing the remainder of his clothes, your eyes wide as he moved deeper through the thick trees and towards the horizon where the orange sky was in full view and, the grin on your face just couldn’t stop growing. You knew werewolves had a stronger drive to their mates, so the idea that he could avoid you forever was laughable. Sure, you were both 23 and he has uped his disdain for you from staying silent to calling you any vile name he could think of, but it was only a matter of time before he came around. You just knew it.

“(Y/n), stop gawking.” Miyeon joked, poking your side to snap you from your daydreams, your eyes widening when you noticed a few of Hongjoong’s friend’s catching your gaze, a blush painting your face as you turned away.

“I wasn’t gawking, just making sure their table was okay. I am their waitress tonight.”

“And every other night because you said, and I quote, ‘I wanna work at any table my Joongie’s going to be at!’” She mocked, your eyes rolling as you looked back towards them.

You took a job at a diner just a few blocks from both your apartment and college campus, the pay great and the distance convenient. It was the only time you had to yourself instead of lingering to Hongjoong, figuring out his classes and breaks to give him snacks and lunches you’d personally make for him since you overheard him complain about the campus food before, only to be told they tasted like shit and he’d find his own food. It was a bit of a kick to the face to hear that, but you had one saving grace: his pack. The first time Hongjoong sent you away with a bitter remark, they were curious about you, tracking you down when they weren’t with their alpha to get more info on who you were and what you found so loveable about the man treating you like some demon. They were surprised by how sweet you were and how accepting you were to be the unwanted luna of an eight-wolf pack. They could never hate Hongjoong but they sure as hell loved you just a little more than him. Unbeknownst to both of you, Yunho and Mingi found out where you worked, making a plan with the others to take Hongjoong there as much as possible so he would have no choice but to interact with you, even if he stayed silent to not appear like an asshole in front of the various strangers dining as well. Hongjoong would honestly never return if he had the choice, but something about the restaurant’s signature burger kept bringing him back, which is why he was here, sipping his soda angrily as he waited on his meal that would be served by his worst nightmare, you.

“I don’t know why you don’t just find someone else. Isn’t it easy for humans to reject soulmates? You could move on with no problems.” She said, helping you grasp onto the steel tray covered in various meals, a huff leaving you as you put on a bright smile.

“Because I know it’s harder to move on for wolves. You guys don’t have a choice on who your mates are, and you just accept it once you meet them. I know Hongjoong will accept me eventually, it’s just gonna take some time.” You gave one more smile before wobbling towards the table in question.

Hongjoong tried not to follow the gaze of his pack as they watched you happily approach them, letting out a huff as you adjusted the tray onto your shoulder, grasping the plates and placing them in front of the respective person, Hongjoong’s nose twitching at the smell of his burgers and fries, not wasting anytime to dig in as the other’s thanked you, but you shyly looked at the male before you, the tray pressed to your chest as you tried to find a casual way to speak with him.

“I-uh- I-I remembered last time you asked for extra cheese, so I decided to put cheese in the burger too! I hope you like it better than the tofu stew I made you for lunch the other week.”

“I didn’t ask for extra cheese this time, so why put it inside my burger where I can’t take it off?” He said spitefully, mouth still full as he set the half-eaten burger down.

Your smile faltered but bounced back as you reached towards his plate.

“O-oh! Well, I can take it back and make you another! This time I ca-“

“’This time’? You should’ve just done it from the start. Your job is to listen and do what you’re told and you can’t even do that? What can you do right?”

You swallowed hard, your eyes wandering to the people now staring at you as the scene unfolded, your heartbeat ringing in your ears as you tried to hold it together. The worst he’s called you in an idiot and that was usually under his breath, so to practically say it out loud, in front of strangers while you were in the middle of a shift and forced to do nothing but smile like you usually would, felt like you were being stabbed and burned simultaneously. You couldn’t keep smiling, looking down as you tried to apologize, only for him to cut you off once again.

“Go bother someone else. Or hide in the back if you’re just gonna keep fucking up this much.”

The space was eerily silent, even with the soft music playing, your eyes not leaving your shoes as you shuffled away. It was a pitiful sight, Seonghwa releasing a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as you went to a neighboring table to retrieve plates and glasses left by a couple from before. He was ready to tear Hongjoong’s head off, not as a gamma to an alpha but as one friend to another, his jaw tight as he prepared to berate him the way he did you but, somehow, Wooyoung beat him by asking a question none of them thought to ask before.

“What did she ever do to you that you have to treat her like that?”

There was a strange but tense silence as they awaited his answer, watching him taking small bites of his fries as he stared ahead at nothing before turning to them with what could only be described as a sadistic smirk.

“Imagine being 13 and finding out the best years of your life, the years of dating, hooking up, just discovering who you are, are gone because your mate decides to show up and take that from you.”

“Are you fucking stupid? That’s the reason we have mates, so we can do those things with one person instead of random people!” Seonghwa nearly yelled, trying to keep his voice low as to not alarm anymore spectators again.

“For the past 7 years, I’ve been trying to get her to leave or just reject me, but it’s clear to me now that she’s just an idiot that doesn’t understand she’s not needed, by me or anyone. And, if you’re as dumb as her, I’ll simplify it for you: she’s unwanted.”

Whatever pain you felt before suddenly disappeared into a numbness you couldn’t explain. He knew you were there, that you could hear him, that you would hear him, and yet he still said it. You were conflicted and sad, your lips curling in a mixture of disgust and anger before settling on a bright smile. Never mind the fact your tears finally spilled over, that your heart ached with every beat and your body felt heavy with the weight of being rejected by someone you waited so long for, you just had to smile. Soulmates were supposed to be a sure thing, supposed to be your happily ever after, yet it just turned out to be a crush, one that you should’ve let die the day you met him.

“(Y/n/n)…” Miyeon spoke cautiously as you made your way towards the bar, your other coworkers watching from beside her as if you were some strange spectacle.

“We have to start cleaning, y’know? It’ll help us get out of here a lot faster tonight.” You said in your usual cheerful tone, tears still flowing and a faint crack to your voice.

“How about you just head home for the day, (Y/n)? We can handle everything from here.” Your manager said, her eyes scanning your face as you moved past them and to the kitchen, their bodies following instinctively.

“What? No! I’m fine! We still have 4 more hours to go and I think if I get a head start with the chefs for tomorrow lunch specials I ca-“

“(Y/n), please-“

“I’m fine, Miyeon! Really! It’s not like I got broken up with or anything, I never even had a boyfriend! Just a crush on someone that thinks I’m a waste of space! Isn’t that super ironic? Spending most of your life chasing after someone that wants nothing to do with you? That’s really funny, right?” You choked out, lips pursing into a thin line to keep in your sobs but your attempts were futile, everything slowly starting to hit you at once until your body collapsed, one of the other servers catching you before you hit the ground.

It was all a blur from there, the words of comfort everyone offered turning into muffled noise as your cries of agony came out freely, the way Miyeon dragged you from the emergency exit at the back of the building and to her car to take you home, and even when you crawled into bed and managed to sleep despite the pounding headache. 7 years came and went and there was nothing to show for it. No soulmate, no boyfriend, no romance, not even a friendship. You were empty and for some reason the only thing filling your heart and mind was the person who broke you.

It felt like time stood still yet hours had passed, Hongjoong back in his own bedroom pressing away at his keyboard, stopping occasionally to write a few notes down from his new composition, but he wasn’t distracted enough to hear his door open, various footsteps entering and even a few bodies settling in on his bed, his eyes not bothering to leave his notebook as he figured this moment would come.

“You don’t need to lecture me.” He grumbled, going back to play a few more notes only to find his keyboard unplugged, Mingi tossing the cord away as his alpha stared him down.

“It’s only a lecture if you listen and learn, which you won’t, so we’re gonna make you feel as bad as possible for driving away the only person that gave a shit about you.” San said with a bright smile, a scoff leaving Hongjoong as he finally turned in his chair to face them, eyes scanning the room to see this situation wasn’t playful but truly hostile, almost like an ambush.

“So, you guys don’t care about me?”

“Trying to get you to accept your soulmate so you don’t die shows we care a lot more than we should.” Yeosang spoke, making himself comfortable as he sat against the pillow and headboard.

“But we’re the real assholes for trying to force her with someone as shitty as you.” Seonghwa finally said, Hongjoong’s head snapping in his direction as he let out a dry chuckle, shifting in his seat so he was leaning backwards, arms crossed as he told himself to stay calm during his friend’s potential tantrum.

“I feel like you have the most to say since you’ve been in love with my mate the longest, so go ahead, tell me how I’m such a bad man, Seonghwa. I’m all ears.” His smugness made the tension worse, Seonghwa stepping closer with clenched fist.

“I’m not in love with you mate, but if I didn’t know someone was waiting for me because we were fated to be together, maybe I would have asked (Y/n) out, because she deserves better than a lowlife with the brain function of a dead goldfish. But I respect her too much as your mate and my luna to not push those boundaries so I tried to help her get closer to you because I know you, Hongjoong. You’re not an asshole or a jerk, but to her? You treat her like shit, when really you’d have no one without her. You’re a short, scrawny, nerdy moron that locks himself in a dark room for days on end just to complete a single project, then emerge to eat cold pizza and watch Despicable Me because your pea-sized brain can’t comprehend anything that isn’t brightly colored animation. If you take away your alpha status, no girl would even look in your direction but you have someone literally at your side, the only human not afraid of you, trying to figure out everything there is to know about you, yet you can’t give her the time of day. You probably don’t even know a damn thing about her.”

“Unfortunately, I know more than enough about her.” Hongjoong spoke, all amusement gone as he glared at the older male, their mindlink clogged with threatening growls and barks, trying to keep their fight from getting physical.

That first sentence alone made Hongjoong’s blood boil, his face contorted in a mixture of pain and disgust. How could Seonghwa even say that to him, plotting to steal his mate all because he was a bit uncertain? That all it was, uncertainty! He didn’t hate you, or wish you weren’t around, he actually grew to anticipate and enjoy your ramblings about your day or whatever new thing caught your attention, he actually even loved the lunches that you’d make for him. He couldn’t help that over the years he grew to crave you more, but the thought of fully accepting you and solidifying that the best years of his life were about to be gone, restricted to one person forever before he could even determine for himself his likes and dislikes, what he considered real love rather than what fate wanted him to feel, was terrifying. So he distanced himself from you, spending the years watching you from afar in hopes that if he didn’t get too close he wouldn’t lose his free will completely.

But it was a bad habit that seeped into your college years, everyone assuming he cared so little for you when he knew everything there was to know. He knew where you worked before any of the boys did, where your apartment was, the fact you were a business major planning to open a bakery once you graduated, he knew you didn’t have classes on Fridays but always came back on campus because you prepared meals for the men’s and women’s wrestling team which is where Jongho first met you, he knew you hated mint chocolate chip ice cream just like him but loved chocolate ice cream with mint chips, he knew you were always cold but overheat at night and wake up at exactly 3am to change into shorts and a tank top to be more comfortable, he knew about the birthmark on your lower back and a scar on your hip from a cat scra-

“Holy shit, you’re insane.” Wooyoung breathed out, Hongjoong’s eyes focusing on the room in front of him, a mixture of shocked expressions and amused ones filling his vision.

“I liked it better when we thought you hated her but, hyung, you’ve been stalking her since your freshman year of high school?” Jongho asked cautiously.

It was a weird feeling bubbling inside Hongjoong, the primary one being embarrassment. He knew he’d sometimes unintentionally rant in their mindlink whenever he was upset but to make an almost decade long secret public to his pack, revealing the intimate details of how you slowly but surely ingrained yourself into not only his brain but his life until he felt like he was going crazy? It made him tear up, his face burn with a blush as he was finally forced to face the truth. He pushed you away but wanted you more than anything. He wanted to spend his years free to explore before finally settling down only to reject every girl that came close to him simply because they weren’t you, and he took that anger out on you. What was he so mad about? The fact you stood by his side with a smile happily accepting him while he tried and failed to lust after other women? Was he that pathetic? He could admit now that he was and, if he could turn back time, he would’ve introduced himself and walked you to class. Just the first step of fully accepting you.

“You’re still ranting in the mindlink, you know?” Seonghwa said softly, regaining the once again lost focus of his alpha who was too consumed in his own pity to notice the tension died down, their gazes soft as they tried to sympathize with their leader.

“Sorry. I wish none of you heard that stuff.” He admitted, sniffling as he realized he’d been crying, hand hurriedly wiping away tears from his cheeks.

“Well, it’s a good thing we did. We still think you’re a moron, but at least we know you’re feeling guilty about all of this.”

“Don’t worry, Joong, if you know (Y/n) like we do, she always sees the best in people, so she’ll forgive you. But you still have to apologize.” San followed up Mingi’s words, wrapping an arm around Hongjoong shoulders while giving a bright smile in response to his weak one.

“She’s my TA in Calc 3 and I have that class around noon tomorrow. She always stays after in case anyone has questions, so I can stall until you get there.” Yunho offered, Hongjoong feeling a slight warmth in his chest thinking about it all. He’d let go of his insecurities, fix everything he’s done wrong, and finally have you as his. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

And tomorrow did come, but you were nowhere to be found. When Hongjoong arrived to Yunho’s class, he was met with a sympathetic apology on the account that you didn’t show up that day, you weren’t even at any of your other classes. The boys even tried to find you at work only to be met with a mob of your pissed coworkers led by Miyeon, threatening to rip their heads off if she saw their faces again. And that lasted for nearly 3 days, Hongjoong’s hope slowly dwindling away until he noticed two figures sneakily meeting halfway at the school’s entrance to exchange a large white cooler.

He recognized those bulky arms anywhere, and the thick Aussie accent was a dead giveaway as well, especially when it was followed by a distinct giggle. There was no mistaking it was Chan, but he could barely see the person with him, their voice low as they spoke to him and face hidden beneath a hood, but the scent emitting from them was strong, and beautiful, his eyes widening as he finally took it all in. You looked different, wearing a dark grey matching sweat suit which was a complete 180 from your usual attire, and you smelled faintly of passionfruit, possibly a change to your normal shampoo in an attempt to disguise yourself, but that thought only made his heart hurt more. Were you intentionally avoiding him? He could understand you hating him now but you were even ignoring the others in his pack, going from friends to complete strangers in a matter of hours and leaving them all devastated. He was going to fix this, here and now, if not for him and you than for his friends.

“Jongho’s been pretty upset about you not responding to his text. It’d really help if you stopped by to at least let him know you’re okay.” Chan pleaded, giving you a dimpled smile and hopeful gaze that made it impossible for you to hide your blushing face and grin.

“I just need a little more time, Chris. It’s like if you broke up with your mate and all the friends you made through her left you too. Except it’s me being broken up with by someone who was never my boyfriend and his friends came to me instead of me going to them. But, still, it hurts all the same.” You laughed slightly, trying to find some humor in the situation.

“You’re the only person that still calls me Chris.” He commented, trying to redirect the conversation as you clearly weren’t fine, neither of you noticing the burning glare just a few meters away.

“I just think it fits you best.” You admitted, neither of you breaking eye contact until you gasped, staring down to the box of food and drinks you bought.

“You should hurry to practice. You need to eat beforehand otherwise you’ll be weak after warmups alone. And I worked hard making those sandwiches and cutting that fruit, if it goes bad because you stayed here to cheer me up, I’ll really be mad.” You tried to put on your best scowl, your scolding undermined by his amused laughter.

“Alright, fine. Just stay safe, please?” You nodded, waving as you watched him turn to head to the school’s gymnasium, missing the way Chan glared at Hongjoong as he continued forward. Chan and Hongjoong’s packs were close, family almost, so the news of what Hongjoong did and why reached them in no time, and Chan was hoping today things would be fixed soon because, apart from you being the wrestling team’s beloved personal chef, you were like a sister to him.

You wasted no time leaving the campus behind, ready to go back into the darkness of your bedroom to forget you existed. You really wish you could disappear, that the ground would split beneath you and swallow you whole, but you couldn’t just leave when your phone was filled with calls and messages from friends and coworkers wondering where you were and if you were fine. So many people cared, what kind of person would you be to leave them all alone like this, especially when all they wanted was to help you? But being alone helped, trying to live life as normal as possible while adjusting to a Hongjoong-free lifestyle helped. It would take some time, but you’d find your normal someday. All you had to do was avoid-

“(Y/n)!” Your body froze.

He rarely called you by your name but his voice was distinct on its own, and it was the most sickly sweet thing you’ve ever heard. You wanted to run, to never have him see you like this. Dear god, how did you even look right now? You felt like shit, you probably looked the part. Dammit, Hongjoong was right all along, you were shit. You were worse than shit, you were just pathetic. A pathetic, lovestruck loser itching to just turn and say hi, to have the conversation you always dreamed of but you knew that wouldn’t happen. He’ll yell at you again. He’ll-

“(Y/n)? H-hi…” Hongjoong said shyly, standing right in front of you as you shrank into yourself.

His brows furrowed as you looked away, mentally arguing with yourself as you went over the days of self-reflecting you did, trying to find some lesson from your solitude to aid in this situation and it was starting to scare him. You were never quiet with him, you always had something to say even if it wasn’t important but, luckily, he had something important to say and hopefully you’d listen.

“I- T-the other day…. I w-was…. I-I’m sorry.” He stammered out, this confession a lot harder than he thought, especially now that you were facing him, eyes just as innocent as the day he met you, but he couldn’t run away this time.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, honestly. Everyone told me I was an idiot and I think they’re right. I treated you like you were garbage for years, all because I didn’t want to be mated so young. I just wanted to date around before I finally settled down with someone and, m-maybe I could’ve just said that, so you didn’t have to wait around for me all these years but, I never hated you, and I can’t hate you. I know you won’t forgive me right away but I think it’s only fair that I can be a good mate to you now.”

He swallowed hard, trying to suppress the desperate ‘please’ he wanted to add as your pupils began to shake, almost as if you were a machine malfunctioning, none of your self-reflecting preparing you for this moment, the only thing coming to mind being some sad blog article you found during your second day of isolation. ‘Forgiving and forgetting too soon is dangerous. Find yourself’. It wasn’t what you wanted but maybe what you need, what he needed. So, without hesitation, you smiled brightly at him although it never reached your eyes, clearing your throat as you tried to keep your voice steady.

“Hongjoong, I can’t forgive you easily. I waited for you, I tried to make you accept me and it always ended up with me getting hurt. Honestly, if I just treated you like a regular crush, maybe we could’ve forgotten we’re meant to be together until after graduation or something.” You laughed awkwardly, wanting to look away as his eyes softened in the saddest way, but you needed to do this, eyes locked on his as you exhaled through your nose.

“I couldn’t be by your side all the time, so whether you dated anyone is still a mystery to me but, I’ve been alone for seven years hoping you’d come around, and I think it’s time I take those years back. I’m not sure if what you said counted as a rejection or if we’re still mates but, if we are, we’ll come back to each other eventually. For now, I just need some time.”

You managed to walk past him without completely collapsing in tears, speed walking back to your apartment as you tried to swallow sobs, not even taking in the way Hongjoong stumbled to follow you, almost like a zombie as he attempted to plead for you to reconsider, to force himself to accept your decision but ask how long you needed, but he couldn’t do that. He tried to picture himself in your shoes, seven years of pining only to be publicly humiliated by the person you were meant to spend the rest of your life with. He couldn’t blame you for not forgiving him, and he sure as hell couldn’t force you, so he let you go, trudging in the opposite direction to his two story apartment just to hide in his bedroom until he didn’t feel like dying anymore.

But as more days passed and it only got harder for Hongjoong. He barely left his room but also never slept, every song he created was played in minor scales to fit his now melancholy life. The charisma he typically exuded was hidden with puffy red eyes from crying and a yellow knit sweater a few sizes too large for his body but it was the only thing that comforted him at this point, especially when knowing you had reconnected with everyone but him.

After exactly one week of distancing yourself from the world, you caved and meet with the boys individually (sans Hongjoong), apologizing for needing space although they completely understood, but the way each interaction ended made your guts churn with guilt. ‘Stay safe, luna’, that’s how all of them addressed you before they left, leaving you filled with the desire to return to how things were before. You missed your friends and, the fact your mate was finally ready to claim you, only made you want to forgive Hongjoong sooner. But you needed to be your own person for once. You had seven years worth of relationships to catch up on and you wouldn’t let them keep you from that.

Except when they did.

You should’ve known it was risky letting them know you had a date so soon, just some other human on campus that had yet found his soulmate. They sounded happy for you, Wooyoung going so far to ask where you met and where your date would be and what time, giving suggestions on what to say and wear since it was “your first”. It was a sweet gesture, and you thought nothing of it, but that information meant everything to him which led to now, the boys huddled together in their living room with a slightly paler and sickly looking Hongjoong curled into the corner of their loveseat.

“So they’re going bowling tonight at 8:30? We could ask her about it tomorrow in case she’s into him because hyung isn’t looking too great.” Yeosang commented, everyone looking to Hongjoong as he managed to drown his entire body within the sweater, only his head visible as he stared ahead like some lost puppy.

“He’s just weak from not being around her for so long, but their bond is still there so he’s fine. But we have nothing to worry about. She won’t fall in love with him so don’t get too involved, she’ll just stop talking to us again if we meddle too much.” Seonghwa warned, a chorus of ‘Okays’ confirming their dismissal as they all stood to retreat to their bedrooms.

“Wait, who is she going out with anyways? There’s only 10 other humans at that school.” Mingi’s question cause everyone to freeze, the silence in the room contrasting with the faint answer Woooyung gave in their mindlink, Hongjoong turning to look at him with hurt and pain.

“Why didn’t you say it was Yugyeom?!”

“I did! Just not to you, until now because I forgot to tune you out.” He said shyly, flinching as Hongjoong ran past him and right out their front door, none of them sure of what to do at that point.

It was such a minor yet major detail. Kim Yugyeom was admittedly the most wanted person any of them could think of. Human girls wanted him, werewolf girls wanted him, most guys couldn’t help but stare whenever he passed by. He was gorgeous with eyes that sparkled every time he smiled. He spoke about his soulmate with so much passion despite never meeting her, following his words with how he’d treat any girl before her with the same love and care. It was a pick up line meant to hook any hopelessly romantic girl in, the sweetest way to say their relationship wouldn’t last. But this was Kim Yugyeom, they knew it was only meant with good intentions, not wanting to string someone along with the false hope they’d be together forever. And that’s exactly what you needed. To explore while knowing you’d always come back to Hongjoong. But that’s not what Hongjoong wanted. He didn’t want you dating anyone else, finding temporary happiness when he was supposed to give you a lifetime of it. And humans were more flexible with their soulmates, they had the privilege to move one without the pain or withdrawals of losing their mate. Werewolves just died if they were rejected, heartbreak and loneliness consuming them, so there was no telling how your heart would react to someone exactly like you. Maybe you’ll fall in love with him. Maybe he’ll abandon his soulmate for you once he learns how amazing you are. Maybe Hongjoong would die from lack of food and sleep before he even reached your apartment, which he was still sprinting full speed towards. It was only 7:30pm, meaning he had an hour before you and Yugyeom went out, but he didn’t have a plan. He had no idea what he was doing, but he needed to stop you before you found yourself in love with someone else.

It was like some scene in a drama, Hongjoong’s chest heaving as he finally came to a stop just outside your apartment. His body felt like giving out as he climbed the two flights of stairs to your door, only to find you waving shyly to Yugyeom just as he turned away, trying not to lock eyes with Hongjoong but Hongjoong’s eyes were only trained on you, yours finding his as a panicked look crossed your face. Should you look away? Go back inside? What was he even doing there? You never told the boys your address… You gasped as he approached you, swallowing hard as you tried to remain calm, but how could you stay calm when you finally got a good look at him?

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You didn’t hesitate to ask, stepping further from your door to examine him, reaching for his face only to stumble back to your original position. You were making great progress, you can’t do that now.

“I’ve been better, but even then I wasn’t fine.” He said with a dry chuckle, your lips curling into a fake smile to not show how much his appearance affected you. He looked like he was on the brink of death. You knew wolves would get sick without their mates, but was it really killing him? Were you killing him?

“Joongi-Uhm, Hongjoong, how about you sit down? You look like you’re going to faint.” You offered, stepping back to allow him inside, watching him stumble past you and straight to your sofa as if he owned the place.

It was such an awkward moment for you, watching the poor boy curl into himself as his sweater practically became his body, a sigh leaving your lips as you shut your door. Instead of healing yourself, you had to heal him. It was oddly pitiful but your instincts screamed at you to do it.

Hongjoong shut his eyes as he eased into your sofa, feeling more comfortable than he was in his own home, even more so with your scent invading his senses, your body warmth radiating onto his as you carefully took a seat, trying to figure out what to do.

“Do you need food, or water? Or a doctor?” You asked, the giggle he let out this time weak but still enough to make your heart beat a bit faster.

“I just need you near me.” He admitted.

You let out a squeak as he shamelessly fell into your lap, head comfortably resting against your thighs as he laid face up. You couldn’t stop your hand from easing through his unnaturally colored locks, melting at how soft they were, bottom lip trapped under your teeth as you had to fight off the desire to cup his face. You’ve never gotten this close to him and he wasn’t telling you to go away, instead letting out content purrs as he nuzzled closer to you, your eyes burning with unshed tears. Why couldn’t he just want you from the start? You’d would’ve been able to hold him like this all the time, to see him happy and healthy rather than a shell of his former self. But he didn’t want you, and now he was at your apartment just to keep himself from dying. It was silly to think he cared about you as much as he did himself.

“Of course you do.” You whispered, laughing bitterly as your hand left his hair, moving to his arm to ease him back up into a sitting position.

You couldn’t get past him no matter how hard you tried, nor did you want to, but every word he said, everything he’s done, followed you like a ghost haunting some poor unsuspecting soul. Why did you have to love someone who didn’t love you the same? Why was this your life?

“Can you just hold me a little longer? P-please?” He asked with a cute whine to his voice.

You sighed and grabbed his arm, gently pulling him back into his previous position, fingers massaging his scalp as he finally opened his eyes to look at you. You were beautiful, even with the frown lines etched into your face. He wonder how long they’ve been there, especially when he’s only seen you smiling. Maybe you spent your alone time more upset than he thought. Where you upset before he came? You couldn’t be when Yugyeom was here, no one could be upset with him around. Except Hongjoong. He felt a grudge building inside him just from the mere thought of him with you. He felt like interrogating you on what he was doing here in the first place and why you gave your address out to just anyone, but it wasn’t his place to ask and probably wouldn’t be for a while, but jealousy and rage was all he felt so any reasonable thinking was thrown out the window.

“I don’t want you to see Yugyeom anymore.” He said definitely, your eyes widened as you stared at him incredulously, an amused giggle leaving your lips.

“That’s not for you to choose, Hongjoong. I told you I need time-“

“Those seven years you’ve been waiting I couldn’t be with anyone else. I always compared every girl I met to you and none of them came close to being as perfect, now I have to watch you date some dance major with pretty eyes because I was an insecure dumbass? He has a soulmate, and he’s always going to choose them no matter how much you like each other, so why not save your feelings? I’ll wait as long as you want me to, but just don’t fall in love with anyone else.”

You tried so hard to hide your smile. This wasn’t something you typically liked, possessive guys being on the list of things you found annoying, but considering it was Hongjoong, his soft eyes hard and sharp as their hue seemed to go pitch black as his words were both sweet and demanding, made you fall in love just a little more than you already were. You wanted to take this as his confession, as a truce in your previous one-sided enemyship, to tell him that you told Yugyeom you couldn’t go out with him because you could only see yourself with Hongjoong, but you needed time. Not time to date and explore the way you thought he had, but to watch him work as hard as you did to prove he was ready and willing to love you. It was a little malicious, sure, but it was all in good fun. He’d always be your mate after all.

“I don’t know, Hongjoong, you really hurt me…”

“It hurt knowing I wasn’t with you.” Your smile cracked through, causing his own to appear, your game already over.

“And how do you think I felt? You think you can make up seven years worth of waiting so easily?”

You squealed as he shot up, magically seeming more alive than when he arrived, eyes full of life and his lips and cheeks the same rosy color as when you met him, hands warm and soft as he cupped your face.

“Good thing I have forever to do it.”

The silence was comfortable but unbearable, especially as he hesitated to lean closer, your lips puckering to guide him but he didn’t seem to be catching on and, when he did, you shifted back, laughing awkwardly as you stared at one another, both of you taking a deep breath as you finally closed the gap between you, a weird electric sensation you could only dream of as your lips slowly grew accustom to one another, moving so slow yet feeling so urgent. It was all still new to the both of you, romance and dating only now becoming part of your lives, but it was exciting knowing that you had years ahead of you to perfect it, your entire lives dedicated to loving one another. And it only took a seven year crush to get you here.

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It Takes Two Ch. 6

TW: Idk how to describe them, just brace yourself and ignore any typos :)

“Preeclampsia…” Matt mumbled as he googled the term. “Preeclampsia is a pregnancy complication characterized by high blood pressure and signs of damage to another organ system, most often the liver and kidneys. Fuck.” The man quickly called his wife but he was delivered directly to her voicemail. “Hey, baby, it's me again. I googled the preeclampsia and I'm really sorry for damaging your kidneys, Violet. You can have one of mine, okay? I love you so much, call me back please.”

---

Shea lifted her sunglasses and glanced down at Violet's ringing phone. “He's calling again.”

“Who?” the woman casually asked as she adjusted her tanning reflector.

“Your husband.”

“Pfff, I don't think I have one of those anymore.”

Shea laughed. “He fucked up big time.”

“He did! Would you forgive Danny if he did that?”

“Fuck no,” she said as she licked her vanilla ice cream cone. “I'm fat enough as is.”

“Oh my God, shut up. You're still super tiny.”

“I've gained 10 pounds!”

“10?! Try 42!”

Shea gasped. “That much?! Oh my god, I'd kill Matt.”

“I wanted to!” Violet admitted. “But I didn't wanna be a single parent so taking this trip to the Bahamas was a much better idea.”

“Definitely. Danny's been a little shit. I know he is suspicious of the baby not being his because my calculations were off, but he knows that I don't keep track of that stuff. It's so frustrating.”

“Men are just assholes.”

“Cheers to that.”

The women toasted with their non-alcoholic beverages.

---

“Clark, don't throw beverages at Daddy!” the man pleaded as he dodged the cup of chocolate milk.

“Why do I have to be hereeee?!” Clark sobbed. “I want Mommy!”

“Mommy is gone! She's mad at us right now.”

“Us?! You're the one who made her fat!”

“She's not fat, she's thick and I think she looks good.”

“I think you look stupid.”

“Hey, come on, Clark. You're being really mean. Can you go back to being your sweet self and not Grumpy Clark?”

“No, poo poo head!”

Matt frowned. “Okay.” The exhausted man exhaled and made his way to the sofa. He rubbed his eyes and reasons why he refused to discipline his daughter flashed across his mind. The man flinched. “I'll never let that happen to my kids,” Matt swore. He pushed himself off of the couch and returned to the kitchen. “Clark, I just want to remind you that I love you. Do you know that?”

The girl was thrown off by the question. She was misbehaving and yet her father continued to express his love. She reluctantly nodded. “But I still want Auntie Naomi.”

“I understand that, boo. Thank you for being so patient while you wait for her.”

The man's calm demeanor made the girl feel like she was being tricked. “I'm not patient, poo poo head!”

“And that's okay, Clark. I still love you so much.”

The girl groaned. “Stop saying thatttt.”

“Never.”

Clark huffed.

“You want to know why?”

She shrugged.

“Because you're my child and I'm supposed to love and care for you unconditionally. Ya see, my dad was a very bad man who didn't do that. He hurt me a lot. He yelled at me, hit me and did things no father should ever do to their kid so I was always scared of him. And I never want you to feel that way about me,” he sniffled. “I love you so much and I just always want you to be safe and happy. Okay? You can yell and call me poo poo head all you want. Or fight and tear down this entire house, like, I don't care. I just don't want you to ever hate me.”

The sight of her father being even remotely emotional was enough to make the girl's bottom lip quiver. She rushed into her father's arms. “I love you, Daddy.”

Matt smiled and wiped his eyes. “Thank you, boo.”

“I'm sorry for saying those bad things and throwing things and telling Mommy what you did. I just want Auntie Naomi, but being bad won't make her come here.”

“That's true.”

“I promise I'll be good so that Auntie Naomi and Mommy will come back.’

“So will I,” Matt assured.

“Pinky promise!” Clark ordered as she extended her hand.

Matt found it difficult to wrap his finger around his daughter's tiny digit, but he made it work. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Rice cakes and marshmallow fluff,” she said with a giggle.

“Oh my God, you are so shady!”

Clark cackled.

“Rice cakes and marshmallow fluff give me PTSD. How about peanut butter and pickles?”

“Yuck!”

“That's literally all your Mom ate while she was pregnant with you.”

“She's the weird one, not me.”

Matt laughed. “Rice cakes and marshmallow fluff it is.”

---

Joey held the piece of paper at a distance from his face and then close up again. “Yep...seems pretty official to me.”

“Official marriage license!” Naomi declared. “I told you that I wasn't crazy.”

“I was beginning to worry.” He chuckled. “At least you have your looks to fall on.”

Naomi playfully nudged the man.

So, Raven is the crazy one?”

“Yes! I mean, no! I mean,” Naomi exhaled, “when Bob tried to mow us down with his car, she got hit remember? It took a huge chunk of her memory... mostly the parts that involved me.”

“But you said that she'd regained her memory.”

“She did but it must've happened again.”

“That sucks. Not having any memories of memories with you and whatnot.”

“Yeah but here's my dilemma: is it ethical to divorce someone who can't remember that they married you to begin with?”

“Well...yeah,” Joey admitted. “Especially if they aren't willing to fight for what they have.”

“But what if she wakes up one day with her memory back and she realizes that we're divorced but she doesn't want to be?”

Joey scoffed. “That's life.”

“You sound so cold hearted right now.”

“Really? How?”

“Because-”

“Because I'm not giving you the bullshit answer of peace and loving everyone? I'm not here to tell you what you want to hear, Naomi.”

The woman frowned. “I don't want you to just tell me what I want to hear. Why can't you be the voice of reason?”

“I am! And it's reasonable to say that I've waited 13 years for you. I don't care how Raven feels. I lost you once, I'm not going to lose you again.”

“Stop quoting The Little Mermaid,” was all Naomi could say to stop herself from begging the man to take her right in the middle of the visiting hours.

Joey smirked as he pushed himself out of his seat.

“Wh-Where are you going?” she stammered.

“If you're ready... check yourself out of here.”

“But, Joey-”

The man silenced her with a kiss.

“Hey, none of that!” one of the nurses shouted, but the neither of them cared

“Check yourself out of here,” Joey whispered against her full lips before walking away. Naomi wanted to pounce on the man then and there but she quickly composed herself, rushed to her room to collect the macaroni art that she'd made with Allison before dashing to the nurses station. “I need to check myself out,” she said breathlessly.

The woman checked her bracelet. “Do you feel as though-”

“Yes, no, I don't know,” she rushed. I just need to leave, like, now! There's a 6’4” slab of 100% Italian beef waiting for me outside so whatever you need to do to get me out of here within the next ten seconds, then do it.”

The nurse snapped her finger. “Awrightttt, get it Miss Thing.” She swiftly typed a few things into the computer. “Okay, you're all set! I'll go get your... belongings..” the woman trailed off when she saw Naomi sprinting towards the exit. “Or I could mail them!”

Naomi didn't have time to respond as she bolted out of Happy Smiles and directly into the car that Joey had waiting for her.

“Ready to go home?” he asked.

Naomi shook her head. “The movies.”

The man was confused but he went along with what the woman wanted. None of it made sense until they were in the darkened theater and Naomi was grabbing the man's hand and guiding to the hem of the hospital gown she still donned.

“What's your problem? Nobody is doing this anymore,” he said, mocking his 17 year old self.

Naomi's giggle quickly turned into a soft moan when Joey's fingers found their way to her clit. The man clearly knew his way around the female body as he used his thumb to massage her love button while his middle and index fingers cautiously slipped inside of her. Naomi had nothing but gasps for the man as his large digits practically filled her up.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

“Sshhh,” the man urged as he kissed her thigh. He continued to finger the woman, waiting for the 'eyes roll back in your head moment’ but when it didn't happen, he paused. “Oh..”

“What's wrong?” Naomi asked.

He leaned in. “I don't want to offend you when I ask it.”

“I won't be offended,” she assured.

“You don't have a G-spot, do you?”

“No,” she quietly admitted.

“So...were you faking it just now?”

The woman scoffed. “No.”

“Well, it-”

“Ugh, why did I even come here with you?” Naomi fumed. But as she pushed herself out of her seat, Joey caught her by the wrist and pulled her back down.

“Listen, I'm not some teenager whose job it is to run after you and apologize every he fucks anymore. As a grown ass man, I'm not even gonna let you walk away until I know how to fix whatever is wrong.”

Naomi gulped. “Well... I don't have a G-spot but,” the bashful woman leaned in to whisper, “the clit does feel good because there's nerve endings in it. There are also nerve endings in my vagina...but that can be tricky. I only get off when I'm being stroked...long and hard...but true pleasure comes from anal. As a heterosexual male, I doubt you've ever utilized your prostate, but it's like a magic button that makes you want to shout from the mountain tops. Bent over the bed..couch... counter and being pounded from behind just-”

Joey pulled the woman up out of her seat. “Fuck this movie.”

Naomi cackled and it earned the duo judgemental glares and hushes.

“You hush,” Joey snapped back. “I'm about to make this woman shout from the mountain tops!”

---

“We have to be at your daycare interview in 15 minutes and you're still not dressed,” Matt told the girl.

Clark frowned. “I am dressed.”

The man took in his daughter's disheveled appearance. “Soooo a swimming suit, leggings, sunglasses and a cape are day care appropriate?”

The girl nodded so her father shrugged. “Okay. Let me do your hair cause that's looking a lil crazy.”

Clark skipped to the bathroom, grabbed her brush and returned it to her who sighed. “You have your mother's hair color, but my hair texture. Brace yourself.”

To Clark's extreme discomfort, Matt slowly brushed through the first bit of his daughter's dark tangled hair.

“That hurtsssss,” she whined.

“I'm sorry, boo. I'm trying to be as gentle as I can.

“I like when Mommy does ittt.”

“I'm not Mommy but I'm trying,” he said before an idea hit him. “I saw this YouTube video once.” He rushed out of the room and returned shortly thereafter with the vacuum cleaner.

Clark's eyes grew wide. “Are you going to vacuum my hair?”

“....yes,” Matt said reluctantly.

His daughter stared at him as if he was insane before shrugging. “Okay.”

Matt plugged in the machine, grabbed the hose part of it and pressed the power button. The suction was so strong that it sucked up the girl's hair in a whirlwind like manner. Clark let out a blood curdling scream.

“Daddyyyy! It's trying to kill me!”

Instead of turning the machine off, Matt panicked and attempted to pull the device away from his daughter's hair.

“Owwwww!” Clark sobbed. “You're sucking out my brain through a giant straw!”

Matt finally got the sense to unplug the device and was able to free his daughter. “Are you okay, boo? I'm so sorry. I was trying to do a hack and it failed.”

“Epic fail,” Clark sniffled. “I'm supposed to be the hero! I can be getting defeated by this!” she said as she poked the vacuum.

Matt placed the vacuum in the corner. “Done. Never again. May I try doing your hair the old fashioned way now?”

Clark rubbed her eyes and reluctantly nodded.

The man brushed his daughter's hair in every direction causing the girl to frown.

“Are you trying to make me look like a mop?!”

Matt scoffed. “I'm making you look fabulous.” The man gave the girl two uneven pigtails. “Perfect.”

“Aww, I love it Daddy!”

“Good,” he chirped. “Let's go.”

Clark turned on her heel and blew a raspberry at the vacuum as she exited the room.

---

The daycare administrator gazed at the father/daughter duo who sat across from her. Matt grinned while Clark adjusted her sunglasses as she sipped on her apple juice box.

“So...Mr. Lent. You want to do a short term service?”

“Yeah, her Mom is...out of town and I can't watch her while I work.”

“Okay. Well there is a strict wardrobe policy. We do not allow bathing suits or sunglasses indoors.”

“Right,” Matt said understandably.

“And the cape most certainly has to go.”

“Whoa!” Clark shouted. “Not today, evildoer!”

“Clark,” Matt hissed. “Hush.”

“No, Daddy! I can't go to this daycare. They're  trying to cramp my style.”

The man burst into laughter. “Fair enough, boo. Let's get outta here.”

“Super Clark, out!”

---

Matt gazed around the grimy building while the  woman puffed on her cigarette and coughed. “Yeah... I run this daycare. The kids are out back eating their crackers.”

“I'm sorry, crackers?” Matt asked. “What about lunch?”

“That is lunch,” she rasped as she took another puff of her cigarette.

The man swatted a bug off of his sleeve.

“Oh, don't worry. Bug bites are common around these parts.”

“Daddy, I'm itchyyy,” Clark whined.

Matt grabbed his daughter and bolted out of the front door.

---

“It looks like I'll have to used my time off from work now instead of your birthday, boo,” Matt sighed. “But that should be fun, right?”

“Yes!” the chocolate sauce covered girl agreed.

Matt smiled. “Let me take your picture.”

The man snapped a photo of his grinning daughter and sent it to her mother.

---

“He's testing me,” Violet hissed. “Why else would he send me a picture of this dirty child?”

“Isn't that what parents do?” Shea asked.

“I guess,” she sighed. “I have something that'll fix him. Do you have anymore ice cream?”

---

Matt looked at his phone when he received the message from his wife. The video of the woman seductively licking her ice cream cone made the man's groin tighten. Fuck, he grumbled internally.

“Clark, I gotta go to the bathroom, okay? I'll be right back.”

“Nooooo! Don't leave me all by myselffff!”

“Boo, I'm just going to pee. I'll be back.”

“Okay, I'll wait outside the door.”

Matt groaned and the statement alone was enough to be a boner killer. “Alright, I won't leave you alone.”

He sent his wife another message.

---

Violet cackled. “He said ‘why do you want to torture me? Clark's awake so I can't even properly enjoy this video 😩’. What a perv.”

“Okay, okay, send him another video with me in it,” Shea said excitedly.

---

Matt opened the responsed and let out a feeble groan when he saw Shea and Violet slowly licking opposite ends of the ice cream cone. “Fuck! What's Shea doing there?!”

Clark jumped. “Are you okay, Daddy?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. Mommy and Miss Shea are on vacation together. I still don't know where, but they sent me a video.”

“Ooo, can I see?”

“No! I mean, um, no, it's just some weird thing. Pretty boring.”

The girl wrinkled her nose. “Eh,” she got out before she turning her attention back to the bowl of chocolate sauce.

---

“What'd he say?” Shea asked through her uncontrollable laughter.

“He said, 'Please don't do this to me. It's too soon for Clark to learn about the birds and bees’.”

The women cackled.

“Now it's time to make him jealous.”

---

Matt dug his nails into his thigh while he discreetly watched the videos that his wife had sent once more before another one of her kissing the cheek of some greased up local came through. “Son of a bitch.”

“Daddy, wash your mouth.”

“Sorry.”

---

“'Who the fuck is that?!’” Violet read out loud before laughing. “Thank you, Chavez,” she said to the man.

“My pleasure,” he said in his heavy accent before walking away.

“My God, if I wasn't already pregnant,” Shea said.

“Hey, hey now. That wandering eye is what got you in your situation with Danny thinking that you're a skank in the first place.”

“Heyyy,” Shea playfully whined before gently nudging the woman's arm.

Violet burst into tears.

“Oh, come on. I didn't hit you that hard.”

“Not my arm. I miss Matthewww!”

“Violet, no. You need to stay strong!”

“I don't want to stay stronggg. I want my husband,” she sniffled.

“Okay, but isn't your birthday coming up? This would be a good chance for you to get something spectacular out of him. He made you gain 42 pounds, girl. It's the least he can do.”

“I guess you're right.”

“Call him and make it hurt.”

---

“Whyyyyyy?” Clark groaned as she threw herself on the floor. “I don't want my hair done todayyyy.”

“But I have to do your hair. It's starting to get matted and-”

Clark responded by crying and thrashing on the floor.

Matt frowned. “Please don't cry, sweetheart.”

The girl ignored him as the tantrum continued. When she began to cry louder, Matt relented. “Okay, okay, Clark. How about we go to Chuck E. Cheese today?”

Clark instantly stopped the waterworks. “I wanna go to Chuck E. Cheesessss.”

“Alright. But that means I have to do your hair.”

“Can I do my own hair this time?”

“Sure. I think the last time I did it gave us both PTSD.”

Clark rushed up the stairs, into her parents room and found her mother's favorite hair products. She slaughter the expensive leave in conditioner onto her matted tresses before taking the brush to it. The girl managed to get a few knots out before pulling her hair into a sloppy ponytail. She rushed back down the stairs. “Ready, Daddy!”

“Awesome!” the man replied. “I couldn't have done it better myself.”

“Nope.” Clark rushed past him and the man got a scent of the leave-in conditioner that usually graced his wife's hair as he tugged on it in bed. Matt shook his head and cleared his mind of the X-rated memories.

“I really miss your Mom,” he admitted.

Clark disregarded the comment altogether. “Okay, I'm ready for Chuck E. Cheese.”

Ignoring me is something that Violet would do. The man's smile was soft. “Okay, let's go.”

---

Clark practically slammed her face against the glass of the crane game. “Daddy,” she gasped. “I want that squid!”

Matt approached the game. He noticed that the squid his daughter had indicated was buried underneath several other stuffed animals. “How about the unicorn, Clark? It's sitting right on top, it'll be easier to get.”

“Nooooo, the squid,” she said breathlessly. “I need it!”

“Why do you need a squid? Why not one of cute animals like the kitten or the horsie?”

“Because everyone wants the cute ones and nobody thinks about the squid so he gets left all aloneeee. But not anymore. You'll save him, right Dad?”

The man was proud of how noble his daughter was so he attempted to match it. “I'll do my best.”

“Yayyyy! You'll be out soon, Mr. Squid!”

The man placed a golden token into the machine and the bright lights signaled that it was ready. “Alright, here we go.” Matt grabbed the control and guided it over where the squid was. “It might take me a second to get the other critters off of him.”

Clark responded with an excited huff that fogged up the glass.

Matt pressed the button and lowered the crane l over the unicorn. The claw managed to grab the unicorn but only moved a few inches before dropping it.

“Ugh, so close Daddy!”

“Well I'm still just trying to clear the way so that I can get to the squid.” Matt slowly but surely put coin after coin into the machine as he removed the other animals off of his target. “This damn thing is rigged,” he grumbled for the fourth time when the crane failed to grab anything. When he finally had the squid exposed, he put in another coin, positioned the crane over the animal and smashed the button.

“Yes!” Clark cheered when the claw grabbed it, but she groaned seconds later when it was dropped. “Ughh! This is terrible.”

“This machine has personally offended me and I refuse to give it the satisfaction!” Matt shouted, earning him scared expressions from kids and judgemental looks from parents. He reached for another coin. The cup was empty. “Damn, we have to get more coins. I'll be right back. Stay there.”

The man rushed back towards the counter leaving Clark to sulk. “He’ll never get it.” The girl folded her arms and turned to walk away. Just as she did, Clark bumped into a boy. “Oww,” she groaned.

“I’m sorry,” he replied before frowning. “What's wrong?”

“You just bumped me!” she replied.

“No, before that. You looked sad.”

“Oh...my Dad can't get the squid for me.”

The boy's eyebrows furrowed. “Out of there?” he asked as he pointed at the crane game.

Clark nodded.

“Oh, that's easy.” The boy walked over to the machine, placed one of his tokens into the slot and began to navigate the crane. “Which one do you want?”

“The brown squid.”

The boy carefully positioned the crane over the squid and pressed the button just as Matt approached. The man watched with an open mouth as the claw scooped up the squid and carried it to the drop slot.

“Yayyyyyy!” Clark cheered at the top of her lungs. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Wait...he got that for you?” Matt asked.

“Yes! He's so good at this game, Daddy!”

Matt scoffed. “Here's your token back,” he said as he dropped the gold coin into the boy's hand.

The boy shrugged nonchalantly. “Thanks.”

“Alright, now beat it.”

“Do you want to play in the tunnels?” Clark asked.

Before the boy could respond, Matt interjected. “You aren't allowed to play in the tunnels.”

The girl frowned. “Why not?”

“Because I can't fit in them.”

Clark and the boy laughed.

“Oh, you think that's funny? I'm very serious ma'am. I don't want you going up there were I can't see you in order to keep the... miscreants,” he said as he shot the boy a look, “away from you.”

“Dad, he's not a mystery, he's,” she leaned in towards the boy, “what's your name?”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Matt said as he gently palmed his daughter's face. “No leaning in. No disrespecting personal space.”

The boy laughed. “My name is DJ.”

Matt scoffed. “What's that stand for? Dumb Juicebox head?”

“No, it stands for Dylan James.”

Clark gasped. “My Dad's name is Matthew James!” she said excitedly.

“Hey, hey, Clark! Don't be telling the enemy our real names. Do you know what kind of damage would be done if Lex Luthor knew Superman's secret identity?”

“But he's not the enemyyyy. He's one of us. Right?”

DJ nodded. “I have a Transformers room.”

Clark wrinkled her nose. “That's not really superheros.”

“See!” Matt exclaimed. “He doesn't even know what a real superhero is. We have nothing in common and he needs to beat it.”

The boy's mother frowned when she heard the commotion. “DJ,” she called. “Come and eat, sweetie.”

“Okay!” DJ turned to Clark. “Want some pizza?”

“Ye-”

Matt covered Clark’s mouth with his hand. “She can get her own pizza, Doctor Jaundice, okay? So just run along. Go. Shoo, shoo.”

The boy laughed. “You’re so funny,” he said before turning to make his way towards his Mom.

Clark moved her father's hand. “See you later, DJ!”

Matt tossed his daughter over his shoulder. “I’m never leaving you alone again. You are getting a leash. You are getting bars on your window. You will no longer have a lock on your door.” The man went on and on as he made his way back to the table. He ordered a cheese pizza and midway into dinner, Clark declared that she had to go to the bathroom.

“Okay, let's go.”

“Nooo, Daddy, you can't go into the girl's bathroom!”

“I'm not. I'm going to take you into the boy's wrong and keep guard while you go.”

“Ew! Mommy let's me go on my ownnn. And she said boy's bathrooms are so gross. She said that she was in there on her knees once and-”

Matt silenced the girl by stuffing pizza crust into her mouth. “Where did you hear this story?” he demanded.

Clark removed the crust from her mouth. “Mommy just said it once.”

“To you?”

She sighed. “No, Aunt Naomi.”

The man firmly poked his daughter's nose. “Stop snooping.”

“I didn'tttt. I was with them when they went into the bathroom at Saks.”

Matt cursed internally. “I'll have to remind your mother of what's appropriate to say in front of you.”

“Okay. So can I go to the bathroom?”

“Yeah. Straight there and straight back.”

Clark pushed herself out of the booth and dashed to the bathroom. She struggled to push the door open so Matt jumped out of his seat but before he could make it, a woman who was also on her way into the bathroom helped the girl. The man exhaled and decided to wait by the door.

When he heard his wife's assigned ringtone blaring out of his phone, the man nearly ripped his pants trying to get the device out of his pocket and nearly broke his finger while answering.

The man paced the floor as he spoke to his wife. So wrapped up in the conversation, he didn't notice his daughter exit the bathroom.

“Hey, Clark,” DJ said from the tunnel above her head.

“Heyy!” the girl said with a wave.

“Come on up.”

“But-” Clark looked at her father whose brow was furrowed as he continued to speak into the phone. “Okay,” she chirped. The girl rushed towards the opening of the tunnel and climbed inside.

DJ met her halfway. “Hi,” he exhaled.

“Hi,” she replied just as softly.

The boy smiled.

“Do you like Deadpool?!” Clark blurted.

---

“Hello?” Matt panted when he answered.

“Hi,” Violet said quietly.

Matt frowned because he knew that tone all too well. “What's wrong?”

“I don't feel good,” she sniffled.

“Aww, baby, how come? Morning sickness?”

“I don't knowww. I might go to the ER though.”

“Babe, where are you?” Matt demanded. “I'm going to come get you and bring you home right now.”

“No... it's okay. I'm coming home for Clark's birthday anyway.”

“Are you going to be okay to fly?”

“I don't know,” she exhaled dramatically. “But I'm going to have to be.”

“Babe, I'm so fucking sorry, like had I known a few more snacks here and there would've done this much damage, I would've never-”

“Matthew, I really don't feel good,” Violet whimpered. “I'm gonna go.”

He frowned. “Okay, well, I hope you feel better soon, baby. Please be safe. I love you.”

Violet simply hung up and was congratulated by Shea. “That was definitely designer purse worthy.”

“Thanks,” she sighed as she bundled up into the fetal position.

“You okay?”

“Nothing I said on the phone was a lie. I seriously don't feel good.”

“Oh no. You wanna go to the hospital?”

“Not quite. Just let me nap for a little bit.” Violet winced as she pushed herself off of the lounge chair and that's when she saw the small puddle of blood that'd pooled underneath her.

“Oh my God!” Shea exclaimed.

“What's the Bahamian number for 911?!”

---

When Violet hung up the phone, Matt groaned as he wiped his face with both hands. The man returned to the door of the women's bathroom and proceeded to wait for his daughter. He gave a friendly smile to every female that entered and exited the bathroom, unaware of just how creepy he looked.

He checked his watch. “She's been in there way too long.” The man didn't want to open the door to the women's bathroom so he cleared his throat and planned to ask the next girl that approached to look for him.

A ten year old skipped to the door.

“Hey, you,” Matt said. “Will you do me a favor?”

The question caught the attention of a woman walking by. She immediately reported the suspicious behavior to the Chuck E. Cheese security.”

“Umm...what?” the girl asked.

“Will you see if my daughter is in there? She's about this tall. Has black hair that's in a pretty messy ponytail and she's wearing a pink Justice League shirt and just plain jeans. Do me a favor and look, please? I'll give you tokens or candy for your trouble.”

“Alright, I'll look,” the girl said as she entered the bathroom.

“Thanks,” Matt replied when he noticed the security guard approaching him.

“Sir, we've received a few complaints. May I ask you why you're standing by the women's bathroom?”

Matt scoffed. “Why do you think? I'm waiting for my daughter.”

“You've been here for about five minutes. Would you like a female employee to see if she's in there for you?”

“No, I'd like for you to leave me alone and stop trying to peg me as some predator or something.”

The ten year old exited the bathroom. “She's not in here. Can I have my candy now?”

Security grabbed Matt by the shirt but the man snatched away and burst into the woman's bathroom. The current occupants shrieked in horror.

“Clark?!”

The only response was the female population demanding that he get out of their bathroom.

“Okay, buddy it's time to go,” security ordered as he grabbed the man.

Matt shoved him away. “Not until I find my fucking kid! Clark!”

Clark peaked out of the air hole in the tunnel. “Hi, Daddy!”

The man groaned. “What are you doing up there, boo? I thought you were in the bathroom.”

“I was but now I'm up here,” she chirped.

“Well, get down here, please.”

“Nooooo, I'm having fun with DJ.”

Matt’s face quickly began to resemble a furnace. “Clark Christine Lent, get your little butt down here, now,” he ordered in his stern voice.

“He's turning into the Incredible Hulk!” DJ shouted. “Let's hide, Clark!”

With a playful giggle, Clark traveled further into the tunnel after the boy.

“Clark!” Matt shouted.

“Sir, we could have one of the employees go in after her,” security suggested.

“Nobody's gonna lay a hand on my kid. I'll get her myself.” Matt made his way to the small opening of the tunnel, took a deep breath and-

*10 minutes later*

“Don't worry, Sir. We'll get you out in no time, the emergency responder replied.

“Thank you,” Matt said, voice echoing in the tunnel that he was stuck in.

“Daddy, you look like a moleman,” Clark said with giggle as she poked his nose.

“Yeah, a squished moleman,” DJ replied as he did the same.

Matt snapped at the boy's finger with his mouth. “Don't touch me you little troll. You lured my daughter up here.”

“Daddy, he didn't lure me. I-”

“Clark, please don't talk to me right now,” her father interjected. “It's really hot up here. There's a limited supply of air and thinking of punishment ideas for you is wearing me out.”

Clark frowned. “Punishment?! Whyyyyyy?”

“Because you deliberately disobeyed me!”

DJ giggled. “Lion King,” he snickered.

“I swear to God, I'm gonna,” Matt snarled as he used his free hand to attempt to grab the boy.

DJ was too fast for the lodged man. “Ahhh! Mommy!”

The boy's mother quickly came to his defense, jabbing Matt in the leg. “Ow!”

“Leave my kid alone, you creep!”

“Tell your son to stop being an annoying little pervert!”

“Says the man who's stuck in the tunnel meant for children. DJ go to the other end until they get this Bill Cosby wannabe out of the exit.”

The boy began to move but then stopped and turned to Clark. “You coming?”

“Yeah,” Clark said before hesitating. She turned to her father. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Of course I won't be okay! You're following this little chump around like a lost puppy and you aren't even a teenager yet! That terrifies me.”

“Aww, don't be scared, Dad. I'm just a little woman.”

Matt's lungs began to constrict at the thought of his daughter being the 'W’ word. “No you're not, Clark. You're my baby.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I'm not a baby, Lord Tater Tots is a baby.”

“I know, but you're still my baby. You'll always be my little baby, boo.”

The girl wrapped her hands around her father's head. It made it even more difficult for Matt to breathe but he didn't mind.

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Pumpkin. You're still in big trouble.”

The girl's face fell but before she could protest, Violet's signature tone began to ring from his pocket. With his free hand, the man quickly pulled the device from his pocket, and since he couldn't reach his ear, he placed the phone against the plastic of the tunnel.

“Hi, honey!”

“Hey,” Shea's voice replied.

“What the-” the man wanted to double check the caller ID but being shoulder deep into the tunnel with one free hand made it impossible. He huffed. “What's up? Why are you calling from Violet's phone?”

“You sound so muffled, I can barely hear you.”

“I'm stuck in the tunnel at Chuck E. Cheese!”

“Huh?”

“You kno-”

An emergency responder grabbed the man's phone. “I'll talk if that's okay.”

“Sure,” Matt sighed. “But don't go into my photos,” he warned.

“Hello, this is Chad with the Brooklyn fire department. He's stuck in the tunnel at the Chuck E. Cheese on 28th and isn't really able to talk right now, but we're doing our best to release him...uh huh...uh huh...um, no ma'am, I'm not allowed to send you a video.”

“Oh, pfff, this is definitely going on YouTube and Facebook,” DJ's Mom said as she filmed.

“Uh huh...oh okay... I'll tell him. Thank you...bye bye.” The first responder hung up and cleared his throat. “She said that you should probably fly out to the Bahamas. Your wife in the hospital.”

“What?! Why?!”

“According to the caller, she was experiencing so bleeding that was a definite cause for concern.”

“Shit,” Matt fumed as he attempted to remove himself from the tunnel.

“Sir, I really don't recommend that you do that. You can really-”

“Fuckkkkk!” Matt shouted as he dislocated his shoulder.

“...hurt yourself.”

With a limp shoulder, the man was able to pull himself out of the tunnel. The first responder quickly went into action and popped the joint back into its socket.

“Oh fuck me with a cactus,” Matt groaned.

“You might want to have a doctor look at that arm.”

Matt didn't respond as he grabbed his phone and quickly called Shea back.

“Hello?”

“Shea, tell me what's going on,” he demanded.

“You’re out of the tunnel? Yayyy.”

“Shea!”

“Okay, okay. Violet was bleeding. Not a lot, a lot but definitely enough that signals a baby in distress.”

“Distress?! What the fuck does that mean Shea?!”

“I don't know, Matty. I hope it's nothing too serious.  I've yet to be told anything, probably because I'm not family but I think they think that we're some weird, pregnant lesbian couple.”

Matt groaned out. “Shea, where are you guys? Text me the address and I'll try to be out there as soon as I can.”

“Okay.”

He hung up.

“What's wrong, Daddy?” Clark asked as she climbed out of the tunnel.

“We have to get on a plane to go see Mommy and Lord Tater Tots.”

“Lord Tater Tots is born?!”

“Not quite, but Mommy is hurting and they need to make sure Lord Tater Tots is okay.”

Clark jumped out of the tunnel. “Oh.. well what are we waiting for?! Let's go!”

“Clark, where are you going?” DJ asked.

“That’s super Clark to you, and I have to go save my family!”

The girl stormed towards the exit while Matt turned to blow the boy a raspberry before following his daughter out of Chuck E. Cheese.

---

The Bahamas, Matt thought as he stared down at the only stamp that he had in his passport. The trip to Paris was a surprise that he'd given his wife for her 29th birthday but she refused to go without him. With her 30th birthday right around the corner, the memory made the man grin now more than ever.

---

1 year earlier

“But it's my birthday, Matthewwww,” Violet whined.

“I know it's your birthday, woman. Do you not recall just opening an envelope with three tickets to 'The Parisian Experience’? That includes flights, hotels and access to all things that make Paris fancy...like that Rifle Tower.”

“Yes and I love it so much but I want you to go.”

Matt only hesitated for a second before declining. “There's three tickets so that you can go with your friends.”

“Matthew, Paris is romantic as fuck. And unless you want me to fuck my friend's then I suggest that you go with me.”

He thought long and hard. “Well...if you record you and your friends, I-”

Violet laughed as she tossed a pillow at her boyfriend's head. “Perv. But pleaseeee, Matthewwww.” The woman crawled into her husband's lap so he wrapped his hands around her small frame. “Please?”

When she got like this, Matt knew that he couldn't say no to Violet as she used her tawny brown eyes and pouty lips as weapons. The man cleared his throat. “My only hesitation…”

“Oh! It's the plane isn't it? Aww, baby I totally forgot that you were afraid of flying.”

“Hey, hey now. I'm not afraid, that shit just doesn't make sense! How can a two hundred ton machine fly but I can't? It's like witchcraft that I want no parts of.”

The woman laughed. “Matthewwww. Planes have massive engines that carry the two hundred tons. It's science, not witchcraft.”

“Well, I do love science. And I do love you, so if you really, reallyyyy want me to go to Paris with you, I will.”

“Yay!” Violet kissed the man and pushed herself off of his lap. “Let's packkk.”

“Oh, oh, oh, okay, so you wanna leave tonight?” Matt teasingly challenged.

“Oh no, sweetheart, I wanna leave right now.”

“Right now?”

“Mhmm.”

The duo collided in a passionate embrace just as Clark's voice rang out over the walkie talkie. “I washed my hands after my big poop!” the girl announced.

“That totally didn't kill my boner,” Matt assured, “we can still-”

“No,” Violet said as she retrieved the device from the nightstand. “Alright, sweetheart. Aunt Naomi should be here any minute. Daddy and I are packing for our trip.”

Clark frowned. “Why can't I go?”

“Because we're going to be doing Mommy and Daddy stuff,” Violet replied.

“Like kiss?” Clark said with a giggle.

“Yes,” her mother taunted. “Just like this,” she said as she scooped her daughter into her arms and kissed her all over her hair and cheeks.

“Ewww! Gross,” Clark declared through hearty laughter.

“That’s exactly why you can't go,” Violet said. “Your parents are so gross.”

“Yeah,” the girl agreed. “I hope you have fun! Bring me presents!”

“Wait, why do you get presents on my birthday?” Violet asked.

“Because mine is in a couple of days!” Clark cheered before sprinting out of the room.

“She has a point,” Matt said.

“I don't care about her points. Tonight is all about me,” Violet practically growled as she pulled her boyfriend into a passionate kiss.

---

Matt nervously stared out the small airplane window. “It's not possible, I tell ya. It's just not possible.”

“Babe, are you really going to stare out of the window for 7 hours?” Violet asked.

The man turned to look at her. “Well, what did you have in mind?”

Violet made a face.

*5 minutes later*

“Oh, my God look at her shoes,” Violet whispered, judging the coach passengers as they boarded the airplane. “How dare she wear knock off Jimmy Choo’s on this flight?”

“That's beyond disrespectful,” Matt replied. “Oh,babe, look. White after Labor Day.”

“He should totally be ashamed of himself.”

The couple laughed and toasted over their complimentary glass of champagne that was given to first class passengers. It wasn't the best of ideas, but the duo ordered more and more liquor as a treat to themselves since they hardly ever drank around their daughter. By the time they exited the plane and made it to their hotel room, neither could walk a straight line.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Matt slurred as he attempted to open the door while Violet held onto him koala bear style while she assaulted his neck with sloppy kisses. “Oooo, got it.” The couple toppled into the room and cackled as they stammered to the bed.

“Matthewwww, this is like when we first metttt,” Violet slurred. “But wear a condom this time please.”

He frowned. “Whyyyy?”

“Because I don't want no more babiessss.”

“Okay,” he hiccupped. “But you're my baby so now what?”

“So, fuck me!” Violet ordered.

“Yes, ma'am, birthday womannn,” Matt slurred as he attempted to remove his shirt, but pulling it over his head made the man topple over.

Violet cackled. “You okayyy?”

“Yeah, but I can't get up. Come down here.”

“No, Matthewwww.”

The man grabbed his girlfriend by the ankle and began to pull her off of the bed towards him.

“Matthewwww,” she squealed as she collapsed on top of her lover.

“I told you to get your ass down here.” Matt kissed the woman's nose. “God, you look like a double bacon cheeseburger with extra mayo right now.”

Violet laughed so hard that she snorted.

“And you have a voice more beautiful than Cinderella.”

“Awww.” Violet placed a passionate kiss on her boyfriend's lips before the man pushed her off and rushed into the bathroom.

“Oww,” Violet whimpered. “Babeee, are you throwing up?”

Matt responded with a retch.

Violet's own stomach began to churn so the woman rushed into the bathroom and since the toilet was currently occupied, she vomited into the sink.

“Happy birthday,” Matt groaned before spewing my chunks.

“Shut uppppp,” Violet whined. “Your throw up is making me throw uppp.”

Matt reached over and grabbed his girlfriend's hand, holding it tight as they both continued to vomit.

---

“Good times,” Matt mumbled to himself as they stamped his and Clark's passports.

The sleeping girl was draped delicately over his shoulder. He was grateful that the trip to Chuck E. Cheese had worn her out, allowing him to get through the airport and customs without issue.

When he arrived at the hospital, he met Shea in the lobby and handed Clark over to her.

“Where is Violet?” he asked.

“Down the hall and to the left.”

Matt sprinted to the room and burst in. “Baby, I-” The man froze when he saw his wife cradling their baby's bloody corpse.

Violet looked up at him and smiled. “Hi, honey. Say hello to Lord Tater Tots.”

Matt's throat immediately closed and he clawed at the skin of his neck in order to catch a breath.

“Matt, hold your baby!” Violet shouted. When the corpse began to cry, the man's vision went black.

---

Matt's flinching in the small hospital lobby chair shook the man awake. He glanced around and saw the sleeping Shea holding the knocked out Clark. “What the…”

“Mr. Lent?” a nurse with a clipboard asked.

“Y-Yes?”

“Your wife is ready to see you now.”

Matt reluctantly pushed himself out of his seat and slowly followed the woman towards Violet's room. Unsure of what he'd see when he passed that threshold, Matt said a silent prayer, held his breath and entered.

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1: Full name Delaney Quinn _____

2: Age 19 

3: 3 Fears Failure, elevators, my college 

4: 3 things I love biscuits, broad city, carpeted garages 

5: 4 turns on men sighing, intelligence, deep, low voices, people who take action immediately in bad situations 

6: 4 turns off arrogance/narcism, men who talk about cars a lot, flip flops, really strong perfumes and colognes 

7: My best friend Matthew!!!!

8: Sexual orientation Straight

9: My best first date Every single first date I have ever had has been utter shit in every way and I could explain but there’s no time nor drive to do this 

10: How tall am I 5′4″ - 5′5″ maybe?

11: What do I miss Bahn mi......i am paleo now and it sux but I do love complaining about it and seeming important for doing paleo 

12: What time were I born Like 12:15pm

13: Favourite color green!

14: Do I have a crush like 100 but none are realistic, accessible, or serious 

15: Favourite quote “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.” - Edvard Munch 

16: Favourite place honestly i love my bathroom i love pooping and workin on my best self 

17: Favourite food gnocchi

18: Do I use sarcasm yeah i think everyone does 

19: What am I listening to right now broad city dialogue 

20: First thing I notice in new person how they greet you/tone i guess

21: Shoe size 6 1/2 - 7

22: Eye color brown 

23: Hair color dark brown but the dye’s faded into just muddy brown with some red how interesting

24: Favourite style of clothing vintage 

25: Ever done a prank call? yeah 

27: Meaning behind my URL i do theatre and i’m pretentious 

28: Favourite movie The Help 

29: Favourite song ??? stupid ass question idk 

30: Favourite band ??? stupid ass question idk 

31: How I feel right now ??? stupid ass question idk 

32: Someone I love My sister!

33: My current relationship status Single 

34: My relationship with my parents really great tbh

35: Favourite holiday Halloween 

36: Tattoos and piercing i have none 

37: Tattoos and piercing i want i would like to get my ears pierced 

38: The reason I joined Tumblr to complain to my friend Jenna 

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? No

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? No

42: When did I last hold hands? Yikes who knows 

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? 45 min?

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days? yep

45: Where am I right now? my room 

46: If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? i’m taking care of someone else and i do not like drinking

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? depends 

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? when i’m not at college yeah

49: Am I excited for anything? i’m in spring awakening and we start rehearsals on saturday!!

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? yes my sweet sweet matthew 

51: How often do I wear a fake smile? as dramatic as this question is, so am I, and a lot  

52: When was the last time I hugged someone? today I hugged my beautiful and perfect sister 

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? that’s okay it was for a scene 

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? oh yeah 

55: What is something I disliked about today? this was the worst day in a while so a lot 

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? dave malloy 

57: What do I think about most? anxiety dude and currently what caused my ptsd 

58: What’s my strangest talent? ?? idk i do a great Viola Dais in The Help impression as risky and bad as that sounds 

59: Do I have any strange phobias? sure but mostly just elevators 

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? in front 

61: What was the last lie I told? great question

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? neither 

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? yes and yes 

64: Do I believe in magic? I believe in the power of God so sure that counts

65: Do I believe in luck? nah 

66: What’s the weather like right now? it’s like 67 rn 

67: What was the last book I’ve read? I ready mostly scripts now so idk 

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline? no 

69: Do I have any nicknames? Squeaky, Del, Delami, Lane, Joanne, Jew, etc. 

70: What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? I had like a kidney stone that sucked. Idk about injury. A chunk of my nose is missing due to skin strep I had as a child. 

71: Do I spend money or save it? Both

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue? If I help it up there yeah 

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? I have an old Lady Be Good postcard near me with some pink on it, and Sorcerer’s Stone is beside me and there’s some pink on that cover 

74: Favourite animal? Koala I think 

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Sleepin maybe or playing Sims Freeplay 

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is? None he’s got one name like Beyonce 

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? The Private and Intimate Life of the House from Great Comet 

78: How can you win my heart? Genuinely respect me 

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? “Rip it up”

80: What is my favorite word? I like cynosure a lot. Someone called me that once and it was always very special to me. 

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr rossgellerfanclub 5 times 

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? does anyone wanna pay for my college 

83: Do I have any relatives in jail? no

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? shapeshifting 

86: What is my current desktop picture? a pixelated ocean and sky it’s very cute 

88: Bought condoms? no

89: Gotten pregnant? no 

90: Failed a class? maybe? to be seen 

91: Kissed a boy? yes

92: Kissed a girl? yes for a scene at school 

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? no

94: Had job? define job 

95: Left the house without my wallet? yes

96: Bullied someone on the internet? no

97: Had sex in public? no

98: Played on a sports team? no

99: Smoked weed? no

100: Did drugs? no

101: Smoked cigarettes? no

102: Drank alcohol? a sip once or twice and it’s bad man i hate it 

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan? paleo bitch!!!!

104: Been overweight? ya

105: Been underweight? no

106: Been to a wedding? yes several 

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? yes easily 

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight? yes easily 

109: Been outside my home country? yes

110: Gotten my heart broken? no 

111: Been to a professional sports game? yes

112: Broken a bone? no

113: Cut myself? yes

114: Been to prom? yes

115: Been in airplane? yes

116: Fly by helicopter? no

117: What concerts have I been to? american idol but the season with carrie underwood 

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex? no

119: Learned another language? like partial sure

120: Wore make up? yes

123: Dyed my hair? yes

124: Voted in a presidential election? yes

125: Rode in an ambulance? yes

126: Had a surgery? no

127: Met someone famous? yes! a few but i don’t feel like listing

128: Stalked someone on a social network? we all have

129: Peed outside? no

130: Been fishing? no

131: Helped with charity? yes

132: Been rejected by a crush? yes

133: Broken a mirror? no

134: What do I want for birthday? cash and a nice dinner and maybe a kiss!!

135: How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 2! i would like a boy and a girl. Names like Ezra and Porter and stuff idk 

136: Was I named after anyone? Elaine from Seinfeld, cause her nickname was Laney 

137: Do I like my handwriting? it’s alright yeah 

138: What was my favourite toy as a child? i loved barbies man and I had a lovely babydoll 

139: Favourite Tv Show? 30 Rock 

140: Where do I want to live when older? NYC then Chicago then somewhere weird like Vermont and then Germany 

141: Play any musical instrument? i used to play flute and a lil piano but now like nothing. trying to work a vocal looper tho 

142: One of my scars, how did I get it? cutting myself

143: Favourite pizza toping? caramelized onion and basil 

144: Am I afraid of the dark? yeah a bit 

145: Am I afraid of heights? yeah

146: Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? i made a friend online when I was like 12 and did not tell my parents lol 

147: Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? yes of course

148: What I’m really bad at dancing 

149: What my greatest achievements are surviving ptsd is pretty fkn cool 

150: The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me not discussing that here 

151: What I’d do if I won in a lottery pay off college, pay off my parents debt, donate to charity, buy myself some luxury apartments and a dog, some amazing food, get some good bras, see a ton of shows on broadway!!!!!

152: What do I like about myself persistence and humor 

153: My closest Tumblr friend jenna we don’t talk much anymore but I’ll always love that b 

154: Something I fantasize about being a greek goddess or in the center of a victorian love triangle quite honestly 

155: Any question you’d like? ------ N/A

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