#and mae...well he always looks sad

[papita474]

Two minutes doodles of traumatized gingers🤝

[moonstruckme]

hi mae !! i wanted to ask whether you would consider writing poly!marauders where reader has really bad/intrusive nightmares about maybe something bad happening to loved ones/aka the boys? i keep having nightmares at night and when i wake up i’m way too scared to go to sleep again and can barely calm down. it’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable though !! 🫂💞

Thank you for requesting <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 776 words

You choke on a gasp as you wake, frantic to escape the hands restraining yours. 

“Hey, hey.” Sirius is holding your wrists to his chest, his grip gentle but strong as he watches you with worried eyes. “You’re okay, baby. You’re okay.” 

As fast as you’d launched into wakefulness, it takes you a second to realize you’re not in danger. Your muscles slacken gradually. 

“Dove?” Remus croaks from behind you. Sirius continues to look at you with that steady, searching gaze, like he’s making sure you’re well and truly awake. 

“You alright?” he asks softly. “You want the light on?” 

Your face feels very warm. “I’m sorry,” you try to say, but your voice comes out a whimper, followed promptly by a stymied sob. 

You can see Sirius’ expression scrunch painfully even through the blur of tears. You want to tell him that you’re okay, that this is more an aftershock of past upset than anything, but when you open your mouth only another sob emerges. 

“It’s okay,” he shushes you, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “You’re fine, sweetheart. Let’s sit up.” 

He reaches for the lamp while you sit up against the pillows, your knees curling up towards you instinctively. It illuminates the comfortable safety of your room, so different from the horrorscape of the dream you’ve just had, as well as the tired faces of your boyfriends. 

James is fumbling for his glasses on the nightstand while Remus squints into the light, clearly trying to make out your face. Sirius leans against the headboard beside you, taking one of your hands back in his. 

“Bad dream?” he asks, though you already all know the answer. 

You nod anyway. 

Remus makes a sad humming sound. “You were saying something in your sleep. Do you remember what happened?”

“No.” You sniffle. “I don’t know…I don’t remember what happened. Just how it felt.” 

Remus’ brow creases with sympathy. You can see James peering at you from behind him, looking half desperate to crawl across his boyfriend’s lap to get to you, but they know better than to crowd you when you’re like this. For now, Sirius takes the lead. 

He runs his thumb back and forth over your palm. “Do you want to talk about how it felt?” he asks you. 

You chew your lips. “I don’t think so.” 

If possible, his eyes soften further. “Do you want a hug, sweet girl?”

You worry you’re going to sob again. “Yeah,” you manage tightly. 

“Oh, sweetheart.” Remus’ arms come around you eagerly. Tender and kind, he rubs your arm and uses one of his hands to bring your head to his chest, pressing a kiss to your hair along with a shapeless murmur. Though you can’t make it out, the sound of his voice is sweet enough to coax another tiny sob from you. 

James makes a sound of distress when he hears it. “Remus, you’re supposed to be making her feel better.” 

“Yeah, what the hell?” Sirius seconds. “Clearly, you’re doing it wrong.” 

Remus chuckles. You feel it rumble through him, and Sirius squeezes your ankle teasingly. 

“Is he making you sadder, baby?” 

“No,” you mumble. 

“Mm, prove it.” You look down, and James’ head is resting on Remus’ lap. “Give us a smile.” 

You do your best. You know it has to be watery and awful, but your boyfriend beams up at you nonetheless. 

“There she is.” 

“You two are awful,” says Remus, cupping his hand over your ear protectively. “She doesn’t want your coercive happiness.” 

Sirius hums. He squeezes up your calf until his hand is resting on your knee. “Do you think you’re going to be able to go back to sleep?” he asks you.

You peek at him. “Honestly?”

“Always.” 

“Not really, no.” 

He frowns, but there’s no accusation in it. Just disappointment on your behalf. 

“Okay.” James rolls off Remus’ lap, sitting up. “I have to get ready for training in half an hour anyway. Want to sit with me in the living room until then, angel?” 

You look at him despondently. “Jamie, you don’t have to get up.” 

“No, come on.” He comes around the bed to collect you. Remus lets you go somewhat begrudgingly, allowing you to be tucked under James’ arm. “I’d have been up soon anyway. We’ll let those two sleep, I never get you to myself like this.” 

“There’s to be no kissing while Remus and I are asleep,” Sirius says as Remus reaches around him to turn off the light. 

“Tyrant,” James replies as you leave the room. He brings his face close to yours, scruff tickling your cheek. “Now we have to kiss extra.”

[bunnybunbun0]

robert chase boyfriend headcanons

look whos writing fro a dead fandom again?! well boo hoo,im nearly done with house,and im experiencing dr chase brain rot,so heres this!

enjoy!

-chase is the type of guy to celebrate monthly anniversaries

"happy three months anniversary baby" and he has a cake and everything

-pays attention to your bad habits in order to prevent them. Like,if he sees youre chewing on your nails hell give you a pen to hold and stim with or a sucker to distract you.

-also,he is a terrible liar,blame catholic guilt fro this one.

-if youre trying to hide your relationship from house and the rest of the team good luck,because this boy cant be sneaky for the life of him.

-we all agree he is a cocky flirt right? that is until you flirt back,then he instantly becomes a blubbering mess os shyness.

-you look sad? he will have none of it,goofy mood is activatd and hell do every silly trick on the book to get a laugh out of you.

-will do anything posible and impossible to cheer you up;pull you in for a dance,tell embarassing stories from his college days,anything!

-it goes without saying that hes very particular about his hair,yet youre still the only one who have the privillege of touching it

-overprotective at his top. hes okay with being mae fun of or treated poorly by patients or the hospital staff,but when you become the target hes ready to show how far the medicine malpractice really goes.

-if youre in a point in the relationship where you share a house be ready to hear the most obnoxious songs being sung at the top of his lungs while he does chores.

-loves loves loves! showing you hes strong; cant open a jar? there he is! yur water bottle cap is on too tight? super chase to the rescue!

-after cameron he gets very insecure,so he needs constant reassurance that you actually does love him!

-small action that shows hes always paying attention to you;like pulling up the lose strap of your summer dress,covering the sharp edge of the tables with his hands so you dont bump on it and hurt yourself,refilling your bottle with cold water when he sees its running out,this type of thing.

-when he has the aux on the car and a romantic song comes on he sings in looking directly at you in a serenade style,bonus if the singer has a deep voice or an accent,then hes doing a full blown impression.

-gives the best massage ever,has your eyes rolling while undoing all the tension knots on your back,and he takes pride on it.

-you two definetely have a spicy playlist and when hes in a specially nasty mood he plays a few of its songs in public to fluster you.

hope yall have liked,i loved this baby girl so much

send an ask if you want headcanons from any other character

[straylightdream]

I don't give a fuck about your friends - 𝔯𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭: lee minho x f.reader

friends to lovers

↳ Oh baby, take a look around I'm the only one that hasn't walked out, Im right here.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, smut warning below the cut.

𝐚𝐧: part of a series called ohmami of short one shots inspired by Chase Atlantic songs. This one was inspired by Right Here. If you would like to be tagged in all stories for this series or a specific boys please fill out this form.

𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, soft dom minho, rougher passionate sex, creampie, size kink, dirty talk, minho calls the reader the name Pretty.

It’s been a rough night to say the least. A night out with your friends went wrong. A bunch of drunk girls in the club is never a good mix, followed by watching a so-called friend makeout with your ex who you thought at one point you were gonna marry him. The sight of them kissing was like a bucket of cold water being dumped on you. Tears well in your eyes as you rush off to the hallway near the bathrooms. You fight back crying as you call the only person you want to see at that moment.

Walking back to the table where a few friends were, you let them know you were heading out. The buzz you had has faded away as a feeling of sadness takes over. Walking outside the cold air catches you by surprise. Taking a deep breath you wrap your arms around your body trying to find some warmth. You stand outside alone for all of five minutes when you see the only person you want to see walking towards. He’s dressed in gray sweats with a hoodie underneath and coat over the top.

You practically jog towards him, wrapping your arms around him, throwing yourself into his chest. There is a moment of silence as you cling to him. His hand gently rubs your back making you feel warmer.

“Thank you for saving me.”

“That’s what friends are for,” he presses his lips to the top of your head.

Pulling away he takes off his coat and holds it out for you. You know he’ll probably be cold walking back to his car but there is no use in fighting him. Pulling his coat on you immediately notice his eyes are focused on you. He steps closer to you resting his hand on your cheek. Ever so slowly be wipes away the stray tear that had slid down your cheek.

“You’re too pretty to be sad,” his voice was calm and gentle.

Arriving at his car he helps you in the passenger side before shutting the door. The drive back to his apartment is quiet. You can feel him looking over at you every so often as you wipe away the stray tears that keep falling. He hasn’t really asked you what’s wrong but you know he will.

You arrive at his apartment he shares with Jisung and you notice right away there is no sign of his roommate. Without thinking the moment he shuts the door you lean forward to kiss him just like you always do. You’re caught off guard when he pulls away the moment your lips touch. The small feeling of rejection stings but you know it’s because he knows you’re upset.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” He seems frustrated. You can’t blame him though. Recently anytime something has gone wrong in your life you always call him. He never tells you he can’t come to your rescue. He always does and every time no matter if it’s day or night it always ends the same way with you naked and spread out underneath him. He normally doesn’t say anything when you throw yourself at him. Peeling away your clothes as you desperately cling to him trying to make yourself feel better.

“Mae was all over Hyunwoo at the club. I looked out on the dance floor and saw my friend making out with the guy that broke my heart.”

He doesn’t say anything, he just takes a deep breath and steps closer to you. Minho hated Hyunwoo and after you got your heart broken he hated your ex even more.

“She’s not your friend if she would do something that she knows would hurt you.” His hand rests on your side standing close to you.

“I’m probably just being sensitive,” you sigh, wiping away your tears. “I have that trip with them next weekend. I know she wouldn’t intentionally do something to hurt me.” You're an absolute fool and you know it. Mae and a bunch of the other girls are selfish and you know deep down inside you need to cut them off. Minho has told you over and over again he doesn’t like most of your friends in that group and you know why. He doesn’t say anything for a moment instead he moves away from your hand and gently rests his hand on your cheek. His thumb swipes away the tears that are staining your cheek.

“Come stay with me next weekend. I don’t think you should go on that trip.” From the moment Minho heard that you were supposed to have a girls weekend he was instantly against it. He thought most of the girls that you had started hanging out with since college were fake. After seeing one of them make out with the man that broke your heart led you to believe he might be right.

“They’ll be upset if I cancel on them,” you sigh.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“‘Min they’re my friends. It does matter.”

“I don’t give a fuck about your friends. I’m the one who is always right here. They don’t treat you right. If they were true friends they would have seen you were upset tonight and wouldn’t have let you leave crying.”

“Min,” his words catch you off guard.

“I’m being honest. I don’t give a fuck about your so called friends. I just want you to be happy and I think being with me instead of them would make you happy.”

Even though your head is telling you that you should go on this trip, you want to listen to your heart and stay with Minho.

“What happens if I stay here?”

“We’ll figure out whatever we are.” He pushes his figures through your hair tilting your head back. His face softens as your eyes lock.

“We’re not just friends?” You’re not dumb you know you’re more than friends. If you were just friends you wouldn’t throw yourself at him any chance you get. If he was just your friend you wouldn’t daydream about kissing him.

He pulls back from you shaking his head. “I don’t fuck my friends.” He starts walking away from you heading off to his room. You’re caught off guard by his bold statement but it lets you know he feels the same way you do. Without thinking anymore you follow him. Walking into his room you notice the light on in the bathroom connected to his room. You wait sitting on his bed for him to walk back in. Walking back into his bedroom he pulls off his shirt tossing it in the hamper by his closet. He strips down to his boxers. You silently sit there watching him. You should have known at some point or another things between you and Minho would come to a head. You couldn’t go on sleeping together without talking about how you really get.

“Are you going to skip that trip?” He finally breaks the silence.

“I want to know what it’s like to be more than friends with you.” This is your way of telling him you aren’t going on that trip.

“Stand up for me,” he says walking towards you. You listen to him standing at the foot of the bed. “Those girls aren’t good for you. They don’t care about your feelings and I don’t like that.”

“I know they don’t.” You get sad again thinking about how your night went.

“Strip down to your underwear please.” He doesn’t normally boss you around when you sleep together. He’s always had dominant energy about him, but when you have sex he always lets you do what you want. Every time you’ve slept together it’s been when you’re upset or want a form of stress release. You realize you’ve been selfish and never really asked Minho what he likes or what he wants.

Standing there in just your underwear you reach out resting your hand on his cheek, “what do you want from me?” You ask.

“Anything you’re willing to give me. I want every part of you.”

“Minho I mean what do you want if you don’t want to be just friends?”

His hand rests on your bare side pulling you close to him. You take a deep breath taking in his closeness. “Pretty, I want to be your everything. I want to make you happy and show you what it’s like to be loved.” Leaning in closer he rested his forehead against yours.

“I want you to be my everything.” You didn’t want to just be friends. You wanted so much more with him.

His lips crash against yours and he kisses you like he needs you to breathe. His hands grip your soft sides as your lips move together.

Pulling away you both removed the rest of your clothes. Laying on his bed completely bare he sits between your spread thighs as he rubs his hardened length through your folds.

“Min put it in,” you practically whine wanting him inside you.

A smirk tugs at his lips as slowly pushes his length into you earning a moan. He moves at a slow pace letting you adjust to his girth. The groan that passes his lips as he bottoms out is intoxicating. Your hands reach for his wanting to hold on to him. He thrust into you at a firm but steady place. The blissed out look on his face makes you weak.

“Pretty, you’re so tight. Is my cock too big for you?” He loves to make you feel small. You weren’t a tiny girl by any means but the way he talks about his size makes your head spin.

With one particularly hard thrust makes you practically scream his name. A soft laugh passes his lips as he thrust hard again causing your breast to bounce.

“Min-“ you moan.

“Do you like it when I’m rough?” You just silently nod your head, unable to fully respond. He grabs one of your legs, putting it over his shoulder before he continues his pace. His finger toys with your clit knowing just the right way to touch you to make you scream his name again.

He keeps his steady pace leaving you a panting mess. One of your hands grip the cotton sheets next to you while the other grasp your breast. Your thumb drags across your sensitive nipple adding to the overwhelming sensation taking over your body.

“Fuck you look good touching yourself while you’re taking my cock,” he groans. His dirty words come close to pushing you over the edge.

“I’m so clo- clo close.” He’s left you a stuttering mess.

“Does pretty want to come?”

“Fuck,” you whine nodding your head.

“Do it then,” he says, thrusting harder.

Pulling your leg off his shoulder he quickly changes his position so he is hovering right over you. He keeps his pace as he leaves a trail of open mouth kisses from your chest up to your lips. The moment your lips together you moan into his mouth as you fall apart. Your walls flutter around him as a white hot wave crashes over you. He thrust into you over and over again as you ride out your high.

His thrust gets sloppier as he chases his own release. He comes painting your walls white moaning your name. He stays plastered on top of you riding out his release. Ever so slowly he pulls himself away from you. He sits back on his hunches watching for a moment as his release drips out of you. Reaching over to his nightstand where he keeps a box of tissues he always wipes his release before laying on the bed next to you. You’re absolutely exhausted and feel like you’re on the verge of falling asleep.

“Pretty?” He says pulling your sleepy body close to his.

“Yeah?”

“I meant what I said. I’ve always been right here, and I don’t want to be just friends.”

You smile nuzzling close to him, “Minho we’re definitely more than friends, and I’m glad you’ve always been right here.”

His lips gently press to the top of your head before you fall asleep in his arms.

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[slasherx]

I'm doing fine thank you for asking, 😌

Also thank you for doing the request of Thomas Hewitt

I also had another idea you can do if you want!

Can you do a Thomas hewitt with a female s/o who can sing like really well (like lana del Rey) and he meets her at like idk when the town wasn't abandoned they used to have like little evens and the s/o sang up and like thats when thomas fell in love

I know cheesy but like aren't we all

Thats good! And yeah, no problem. Tommy's my favorite so it's always a pleasure doing requests for him :3

Content: Thomas Hewitt x fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: The gif below is one of my favorite gifs of him hehe. I also love Lana Del Rey so I'm basing this off the song "Summertime Sadness" by her. Also I do headcanon Charlie/Hoyt and Tommy to be brothers, with Luda Mae as their mom, and Monty as the only uncle and brother to Luda. I know some people have them as uncle and nephew, but I don't think thats the case. Tommy and Reader are both about 18 in this.

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Tommy both loved and hated the county fair.

He hated it because people would tell him he should be with the pigs, or with the cows, displayed for people to judge. He hated the heat that accumulated with everyone smushed together in a crowd. He hated that he had no friends to run off with and have fun with, only Charlie could do that with him, but his older brother was worried about girls. He hated that he had to stay by his mama helping sell jelly and the like, he desperately wanted to go on the rides and see the attractions.

But he also loved it because of said rides and attractions. There was a new one this year, where music was being played. He could hear it from his mama's stand. He kept looking in the direction of it, and Luda Mae could practically feel his wanting.

"Tommy, what'cha keep lookin' over there for?" Luda Mae asked.

Tommy touched his ears and pointed in the direction of the music. Luda Mae understood - he wanted to go see the music. "Well, alright. Maybe it'll lighten up your mood some."

Tommy perked up at that. He hugged her and turned to move towards the music. Luda Mae then piped up again. "But you better tell Charlie to come back if you see 'im!"

Tommy nodded before going towards the music. There was a huge crowd both sitting and standing, consisting of old and young people. The stage was made of some dark wood, with red curtains pulled back to show off the full thing. And there you stood, singing your little heart out.

Tommy could feel his knees wobble. You were singing some soft melody, and your bandmates were scattered around you. But he was attracted to you. Your voice sounded like it was touched by God himself. It was beautiful. You were beautiful.

You wore a pastel blue and white dress that cascaded down to your knees, your (color) hair cascading down (to your shoulders/past your shoulders). Tommy was enamoured. You dressed just as you sang.

As you sang, you noticed this hulking man in the back and tried to subtly get a better look. This man had broad shoulders, wavy brown hair that fell past those broad shoulders, and what seemed to be a mask covering his face. He wore a nice green dress shirt with khaki pants. You smiled, he was cute.

Tommy could've sworn he almost fainted. He turned around to see if you had smiled at someone else maybe, but he was the only one in this general direction. He kept some distance from the back of the crowd so he didn't have to hear any insults.

As you finished your song and began preparing to move to the next one, you locked eyes with him once more, singing loud and proud. Your bandmates played your instrumental, smiling to themselves as they just enjoyed playing their repsective instruments.

Tommy stayed for your whole performance, completely in a trance. He hadn't noticed the sun going down and the heat lessenig. He hadn't notice people and families shove past him to leave. All his focus was on, was you. He felt his heart pound at every syllable you sung, every note you hit.

It was poetic, he thinks. But that was soon interrupted by someone grabbing his shoulder. He whipped around angrily, only to be met with his older brother, Charlie.

"C'mon, Tommy! Been lookin' everywhere for ya! We need to go, mama's tired and sold all o' her jelly 'n shit." Charlie spoke loudly over your voice.

He didn't want to leave you. Even though you weren't singing exclusively for him, and had barely knew him much less even met him, he didn't want to leave. You showed him kidness by smiling at him. That is something he'll never forget. He just nodded to Charlie.

Charlie, figuring that was enough, turned and began heading back to Luda Mae's stand. Tommy watched him go, before turning back to you singing on stage. He raised his hand high and waved, before leaving the crowd.

You were on stage and mid-song, so you couldn't wave back. But oh how you wanted to.

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[redrose10]

Here is #4 from the picture game! I hope you all like it.

Warnings: Bullying, body image issues, slightly suggestive if you really look, swearing

Nervously you walked around your room slowly packing things to try and slow down the inevitable.

“Babe why did you sign up for this if you didn’t want to go?”, your boyfriend Yoongi asked from the bed where he was sat taking the clothes out of your bag and folding them neatly before placing them back in the bag. He had always hated the way you packed for trips.

“I dont know. It sounded like a great idea at the time. A week away at a beauty convention in a high end resort getting pampered and relaxing. I was hoping maybe I’d meet some friends or something.”, you sighed.

He came over and wrapped his arms around you, “Well I’m not going to force you to go but it does sound nice. Maybe go and check it out and if you don’t like it then you can leave and come home.”

You nodded and returned his kiss while secretly hating how level headed he always was.

The resort was beautiful. No city noise, no pollution. You could actually hear the birds chirping and see the fluffy white clouds. The lobby smelled like coconuts and hibiscus and made you think of relaxing on the beach.

“Sparking water with lime?”, a woman asked greeting you as you entered. You nodded and accepted the drink before heading to the front desk.

Check in was easy and within no time you were relaxing on a huge king sized bed as you read over all the options for different classes and events. There were makeup classes, hair tutorials, like eight different types of massages, mud baths, tea baths, skin care options, nail salons, the list went on and on. The food menu also looked incredible and you couldn’t wait to indulge.

The first day was great. You eased into the event opting for just a mani/pedi and a make up class on how to choose the best foundation for your skin. You snacked a little in the dining hall but mostly ordered room service and relaxed in your room.

When Yoongi called to ask how things were he reminded you that you were supposed to be trying to make friends.

So the next day you got a little more adventurous and tried the tea bath. You made sure to get there super early when no one else was there which defeated the purpose but you really didn’t want anyone to see you in a bathing suit.

Then you went to one of their skin care routine classes where experts would come around and help you with different moisturizers and cleansers. You learned a lot and you also met a woman there, Mae. She was about your age and lived a few blocks over from where you did. She was really nice and you had a bunch in common and she was also hoping to make friends. That evening Yoongi said he was proud of you for going out of your comfort zone and making friends.

The next day you and Mae had decided to get some breakfast from the buffet bar before trying out the makeup class again to learn about choosing the right eye liners and how to apply them to best suit your eye shape.

You and Mae were sat at a back table enjoying your breakfast. She was telling you about her boyfriend Namjoon and you told her about Yoongi. You happily agreed when she suggested having the two of them meet because they would become instant best friends meaning lots of double dates for you all.

“Well hopefully there’s even any food left.”, you heard someone say followed by giggles. To your left stood three women. One clearly the leader and the other two her little followers. They were all staring at you and Mae and smiling.

“Well I bet all the fruit is still left but I’m sure every pastry is gone.”, another one of them said before they all erupted in laughter.

“Just ignore them. They hate themselves so they want everyone else to feel bad too.”, Mae said noticing your change in demeanor. You gave her a sad smile but the damage was already done.

That night Yoongi knew something was wrong when he called to talk to you but he didn’t pressure you to tell him. He just reminded you that he was there for you which you appreciated.

The next day the words of the three woman still stuck with you. You thought about them as you ate your breakfast. You thought about them while Mae got a massage and you sat on and watched too embarrassed to remove your clothing.

In the evening you and Mae were sitting at one of the outside tables enjoying an after dinner coffee when your three friends from the other day came walking up.

“Can we help you?”, Mae spat. You were so glad to have her around.

“Oh be nice. We just got back from the dessert hall. We couldn’t finish what we ordered and we know you two won’t let it go to waste.”, the ring leader laughed.

Her and one of the other woman sat down nine pieces of cake and three eclairs plus a box of macarons in front of you two.

“This is enough for a snack for you two right? I mean it should last you until second dinner.”, she shrieked followed by her companions cackling like a couple of hyenas.

You could feel your eyes start to burns. Like he could sense your distress your phone started ringing and a smiling photo of Yoongi popped up on the screen. His contact name showing as ‘Future Husband 💕’. You let the phone go to voicemail not wanting him to hear you cry.

“Future husband? No way is that guy with you. He is waaayy to hot for someone like you. He has to be using you for something.”, the woman laughed.

It felt like you had been stabbed right in the chest. You’d always thought Yoongi was too good for you, that he was way out of your league and could do better. It took him a long time to break down your walls and squash your insecurities and this bully was undoing all of that in a matter of a couple days.

Mae spoke up from next to you, “Actually yeah he is her boyfriend. I’ve met him and he loves her a lot actually which is something none of you have experienced.”

Gently you bumped her knee underneath the table as a sign of appreciation for her standing up for you.

One of the women went to speak when Mae dramatically pointed at the itinerary in front of her, “Hey look, there’s a course on how not to be a stuck up bratty bitch that no one will ever love. You should head over there. You wouldn’t want to miss it.”

The three scoffed before mumbling something and finally walking away.

“Hey don’t listen to them. They’re just jealous that you have a handsome guy who clearly loves you and they don’t.”

You tried to smile. You knew what she said was true and that Yoongi loved you. He’d proven it time and time again but it was still difficult to shake the feeling that it was all in your head.

Mae took all of the desserts and started handing them out to people so that they really didn’t go to waste. She kept one slice of strawberry cake for you both to share. To be nice you took a few bites but all you could taste was bitterness.

Yoongi called you later that night again like usual.

“Hey how’s it going? Having lots of fun?”, he asked oblivious to what had happened.

You remained silent knowing that if you spoke he’d hear the shake in your voice.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“No nothings wrong. Sorry I’m just tired.”, you said hoping it sounded believable.

“Mmhm make any more friends?”, he asked and you knew he’d caught on already. Yoongi had worried something like this would happen. He knew if your insecurities and how you always compared yourself to others.

“Yeah it’s been really fun.”, you whispered feeling your throat burn.

“Do you want me to come up there? I’ll bring you home or even just visit for a little. I can tell you’ve been crying. Y/N please talk to me.”

As much as you would love to be engulfed in a big Yoongi hug right now you would never want him to go through all that trouble.

You chuckled, “No no don’t do that. I know you’re really busy. Plus it’s an all female event so you wouldn’t be able to come in anyways.”

“Well we could pretend that your parents hate me and you have to sneak out and then meet me outside by my car?”, he said with a playful hint to his voice.

“First off my parents love you, sometimes I think more than me and I’m just pretty tired honestly. I’m gonna get some sleep. Mae wants to go for an early morning swim tomorrow.”

He sighed knowing that you weren’t going to open up to him right now but he accepted it, “Alright baby. I love you. Call me if you need anything.”

The next day you did go for a swim with Mae. It was relaxing and helped your sore muscles. Afterwords you got showered and changed because Mae wanted to catch this seminar on properly curling your hair.

The room was packed. You really regretted agreeing to go but you were already signed in and registered. In the middle of the room a woman was getting her hair curled with a large group of people surrounding them.

You and Mae were standing in the corner when you saw your bffs from the whole dessert debacle walk by. You expected them to say something mean or snarky to you but they were too busy grumbling to each other about something else.

“Who is she?”

“She’s so pretty.”

“Right…her legs are incredible.”

“She’s not that great. I’ve definitely seen better.”, their leader rolled her eyes and they all left the room.

You and Mae both looked at each other before shrugging and moving to one of the empty tables when you got a better view of the woman everyone had been talking about.

Not only could you recognize those beautiful eyes and cute nose from a mile a way but that woman was also wearing your favorite skirt and a wig you wore for Halloween three years ago.

“Yoongi what are you doing here?,” you asked trying to act mad when he finally walked over to your table.

“Yoongi? Who’s Yoongi? My name is Yoonji.”, he smirked pointing to his name tag where sure enough Yoonji was written in his familiar hand writing. You stared at him trying not to give him the satisfaction of smiling but it’s was difficult.

You waited for him to finish getting his hair done while you explained the situation to Mae who thought it was both hilarious and sweet that he would go through all that trouble for you.

When he finally walked over again you took his hand and lead him up to the room you were staying in.

“You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”, you said sitting down next to him on the bed.

“I know but it wasn’t any trouble any ways. I know sometimes you let others get in your head. You were upset and I wanted to cheer you up and remind you how much I love you and how much you mean to me and that I would do anything for you…even driving here in the middle of the night while wearing an itchy wig and a short skirt and accidentally flashing a guy at the rest stop trying to get out of my car.”

You smacked his shoulder, “You did not.”

“Oh I did. I think he liked what he saw too.”, he chuckled, “But sucks for him because everything under this skirt already belongs to someone else.”, he said making you breakout into a fit of laughter.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, “Thank you Yoongs. I really needed that.”

He wrapped his arms around you pulling you in for a kiss which you happily obliged.

“I better get going before I get caught.”, he chuckled getting off the bed, “Give me a call tomorrow when you can. Enjoy the rest of your trip but hurry up and come home because I miss you.”

“I miss you too.”, you smiled.

As he started to walk towards the door you called his name to get his attention,

“Hey Yoongi?”

He stopped and turned to look at you.

“Your legs do look really good in that skirt.”, you smiled.

“I know how good I look.”, he smirked before dramatically flipping his hair and walking out the door leaving you in another fit of giggles and feeling comforted and loved.

[dreammeiser]

Is it okay to ask what where the inspiration for the characters of Dream along?

Of course! I'm always dying to talk about their creation and inspiration but worry about getting too wordy/annoying about it, so I hardly talk about it unless asked (please ask me about my brainrot heeheehee). I can only fit so much on an Instagram Story or a Tweet, so I'm glad you asked here. I guess this will be the master reference for them. Sorry in advance that this is wordy!!

I made these characters spanning the past 14-15 years, with their story only being worked on about 10+ years ago, give or take. I will mention that they were made with Earl as a starting point while I was working at the cool puppet place; the show I was interning on wasn't scratching the creative itch I had, so it was recommended to me to make the project that I wish I was working on. :oD

The Muppets, Sesame Street, Osamu Tezuka's works, and Moomin were some animated/puppet media off the top of my head that always stuck with me my whole life and have influenced my retro inspired work the most. They all had such sweetness and charm to them, and all felt like a found family :o) My favorite trope. Puppets were also just deeply meaningful to me because they were physical forms of creativity and childlike wonder you could hold and play with! I thought whenever you made one, you put a little bit of your heart and soul into them.

I wanted the Dreamalong Gang to have the charm of Jim Henson's and Tove Jansson's characters, but I wanted them to have the humor and intrigue of Gravity Falls, Over the Garden Wall, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, and Welcome to Night Vale. DHMIS and Night Vale actually inspired the story the most because they were both a really nice mix of absurdist humor and horror! Sleep Paralysis Demons were a point of intrigue for me that I thought were perfect for a Dreamscape setting, so I started working on including those.

The Dreamalong Gang has little bits and pieces of friends that I had loved, but I leaned into the group dynamics more for them. They're composed of friends I wished I had growing up!

Visually, I'd think of a fun/dream adjacent theme for the characters to tie them all together thematically. I know people tend to bark at me when they see what I'm inspired by but, I don't like to copy directly from my inspiration sources. They're just there to inspire you, ya know?

Archie's theme was Wishing Stars and Bedtime Stories; Hunson Abadeer from Adventure Time used to be on here, but I moved away from anything that might've made Archie spooky. I forgot to include Peter Pan and his Shadow on here, but they inspired him as well!

When it came to palettes, sometimes I'd have something in mind for them already like with Roy G Biv, Archie, and Mae-- Roy has his kidcore rainbow/SMPTE bars, Archie had some of my favorite blues and creams with a pastel minimal rainbow, Mae's were based off the colors of a golden hour rainstorm I had seen on my travels. Other times I had to play around with what color I hadn't used much of yet. I wonder if you can tell which colors are my least favorite and which ones I like a lot hahaha :'o)

I would also think about stories and songs that went with the characters thematically and use those to shape their character a little further, like looking to The Impossible Dream from the 1972 Man of la Mancha and Moon River for Archie, as well as old Ole Lukoje fairytales. He used to draw inspiration from Hijo de la Luna, but I wanted his story to be more upbeat on surface level with hidden tones of sadness instead of dramatic.

I don't want this to get tooooo long, so I'm going to put a pin in it there. If people want to know more in depth inspiration sources for specific characters feel free to ask! I like being open about my inspiration sources and my process since so many other artists gatekeep stuff. I hope this was a nice read!! :o)

[neverlookatthisblog]

Soccer games

Growing up playing sports wasn’t your thing you never thought that your kids would be interested in it

Jane plays volleyball,Ruth plays flag football and Mae well Mae has yet to figure out what she wants to play if she even wants to do sports

And Ryder,

Jack would take Ryder to the place where he plays soccer at all the time in Louisville eventually it turned into Ryder wanting to play soccer for his school

You and Jack agreed to the idea of him playing soccer you didn’t mind and either did Jack he took it more as bonding opportunity with his son

Jack was so excited and happy you smiled because you knew how much Jack loved playing soccer with his boys

Ryder had a game but with your busy schedule you couldn’t get off work early

“I’m sorry bub I can’t make it”you said to Ryder over the phone you felt bad Ryder didn’t see a problem with it he knew it was work stuff

“It’s okay babe I got this” Jack insisted on the phone you were sad that you couldn’t make it but Jack made you feel better about it

Pulling up to the field Jack turned his head to look at him

“You ready kid” he asked at first Ryder looked unsure it soon changed when he seen his friends get out the car

“Yeah” he smiled they both got out the car Jack met with Ryder’s coach they talked for a bit

“Dad what if I don’t win” he said

“Harlow’s are never quitters don’t doubt yourself you got a whole team behind you helping you through this” Jack said giving his son the motivational speech he needed

“Thanks dad” he said hugging him

“Of course now get out there and make me a proud dad” he said making Ryder laugh

They game started off pretty rough even Jack had some self doubts

“Cmon kid get it together” he said to himself as he watched his kid play the game

Ryder felt himself start to get upset and frustrated because he wasn’t making it in but he remember what his dad told him He took a deep breath and kept trying

If anything Ryder was just like Jack always wanting to win always wanting more when it comes to the things their passionate about

Ryder ran as fast as he could kicking the ball so hard that he felt like his foot would be bruised by the end of it but he didn’t care he wanted to win

He kicked the ball into the net which earned him to win the game

Jack was a screaming mess he was happy jumping around he knew his son could do it

“What did I say??” Jack hugged Ryder tightly he was so happy for his son they got to take a trophy home

“I knew you could do it I never wanna hear you doubt yourself like that ever again you hear me” Jack said

“Yes”Ryder said

When they got home they met with you and the girls you were preparing for dinner

“So how’d it go” you said

“It went great-“ Jack was cut off by Ryder

“I ONE MY FIRST GAME!” He said excitedly

You smiled at how happy your little boy got it reminded you so much of Jack win he plays with soccer with his friends for fun and he comes back to tell you how it goes

“Aww I’m so proud of you bub” you said

You spent the next hour listening to your son ramble on about his game you let him and listened to everything he had to say you knew this was something that he was going to continue to do as he grows up and you had no problems with that.

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Veil of Shadows : Epilogue

Word Count : 2.3k

Warnings : swearing, sex mention (no smut), drunk mention, murder, death, blood, gun, knife, fighting, being attacked, stabbing, crowbar, baseball bat, hand axe, some sad angst, surrendering, giving up, cheating, police, open ending

A/N : Happy Halloween my friends! The epilogue is here! I hope you enjoy the final part to this story. I had so much fun writing this one! Anyway be safe to those who are partying tonight or this weekend! Have a fun Halloween!

⚠️Minors do not interact⚠️

            “You killed Kang Yeosang?” The detective asked as he turned around to face them again, crossing his arms over his chest. “But you didn’t kill the rest of them?” He was skeptical that this person killed anyone. He could see by the look in their eyes that they loved their friends. All of them. He can see that they miss them, that they feel like they have nothing left to live for with them all gone.

            “Kang Yeosang killed them all, so I killed him.” The detective closed the door and walked back to his chair, taking a seat across from them once again. He leaned forward on the table to emphasize what he was going to say next.

            “You understand what you’re admitting to here, right?” They nodded. “Are you claiming self defense?” They paused for a second. Was it really self defense if they knew Yeosang wasn’t going to kill them? “Tell me what happened and maybe I can help you.”

~

            The five of them stood in front of the bookshelf that Hongjoong closed on Seonghwa no more than twenty minutes previous, varying weapons in their hands. They know who they’re up against, but they don’t know what they’re up against. What weapons he has, what strengths, plans, strategies. They only ever knew him as a soft spoken, always confused, but really loving person. Who he is now, they have no idea.

            Seonghwa reaches forwards and grabs the statue that opened the bookshelf when he was with Hongjoong and opens the door to the secret room. He glances back at his friends and they’re all watching with determined looks on their faces. “Fighting!” They all chant quietly before beginning to walk down the stairs.

            Seonghwa leads the group with Mae right behind him and Des behind her. Yunho and Jongho take up the rear, glances behind them to make sure that Yeosang wouldn’t sneak up on them from behind.

            At the bottom, Seonghwa pauses, seeing what Hongjoong saw when he came. The seemingly endless hallway with different hallways breaking off to the left and right. When everyone was gathered at the bottom, they all exchanged glances. “There’s hidden doors in every single room.” Des said softly. And the realization set in that they were never safe. Not even behind a locked door.

            Slowly, step by step, the group of five moved towards the end of the hallway, seeing the turn that Hongjoong did earlier. Seonghwa peered around the corner, see more of the seemingly endless hallway, and seeing it finally end at a lighted room with pools of blood on the floor. But there was no sign of Yeosang.

            Seonghwa turned around to face the group. “There’s a room a few feet down. Blood on the floor, but no Yeosang.” He whispered. They had a plan. One they were sure they could pull off without a hitch. They were determined to take Yeosang down for everything he’s done, for the people he’s taken away, the future he ripped away from them.

            But they weren’t expecting to see their loved ones sat up in chairs lined along the walls of the room. Blood still covering Hongjoong, Kayla, and Y/n. All of them were in shock seeing them there like this. Each one stood in front of their respective partner, tears welling up in their eyes as they say their goodbyes.

            “Oh how touching.” They all whipped around to see Yeosang entering the room from a door they didn’t know existed. “Surprise!” He joked. “I was expecting you all to come down eventually. I was hoping you wouldn’t. But expected it nonetheless.” Yeosang looked down at his hands, grabbing a towel from the table beside him to clean off some of the spatter he missed earlier. “Why must you people be so nosey?”

            “Shut the fuck up!” Mae screamed, running towards him and hitting him in the side with the baseball bat she was holding. It wasn’t part of the original plan. But at this point, the original plan was long forgotten. Slipped their minds the second their eyes landed on their loved ones sat up in chairs like some kind of Halloween decoration.

            “Feisty this one. Is that why Wooyoung liked you so much?” Yeosang was taunting her, he was taunting them all. He loved the reactions he got when taunting them like this. Mae screamed again, raising the baseball bat and slamming it into the side of his thigh. Yeosang winced and then let out a chuckle.

            His smile faltered when his eyes fell onto Jongho. Standing there with a look of disappointment and anger. Jongho kept glancing behind him to his dead girlfriend sitting there. Yeosang watched him, wanting to reach out to him, tell him that he doesn’t need Yuri, that he can protect him, that he can make him happier than Yuri ever could.

            Yunho took this opportunity to attack. He stepped forward, knife in hand, aiming for the heart. His hand shaking slightly, but he was determined to do this for Mingi. He was determined to do this for the friends he’s lost because of the monster in front of him. Yeosang was distracted, he could do this.

            Memories of him and Mingi flashed in his mind. From their first meeting to Yunho proposing to their wedding. Mingi was always smiling at Yunho. They were always happiest together, even when they were just friends. Yeosang didn’t just take away his husband, he took away his best friend.

            But Yunho couldn’t be as cruel. Even though he knew the Yeosang standing in front of him wasn’t the same Yeosang he’s gotten to know all these years. He wasn’t the same Yeosang in all the memories stored in Yunho’s mind. Still, Yunho couldn’t kill him. Last second, he aimed the knife down and stabbed it into Yeosang’s leg.

            “Fuck!” Yeosang screamed out, his attention being torn away from Jongho. He looked down at the knife in his leg and then up at Yunho who was tearing up in front of him.

            “You killed Mingi and I still couldn’t bring myself to kill you.” Yunho cried out. “I fucking hate you. Just kill me. I don’t want to live in a world without Mingi. I can’t. Please.”

            “Awe well it’s less fun when you’re begging for it.” Yeosang pouted for half a second before pulling his gun out and shooting Yunho. “Never mind. Still fun.” He laughed. The other four just stood there staring in shock, unsure of what to do next. Their various weapons were no match for a gun, but four people should be able to take out one person, right?

            Yeosang directed his attention back to the knife in his leg, taking a deep breath before ripping it out of his leg, screaming in the process. Mae decided to attack again while Yeosang was wrapping a piece of fabric around the bleeding wound. Smashing the bat into his new wound and raising the bat again, about to smash it into his head when he shot her in the stomach. She fell back, gripping her stomach.

            “That’s enough of that.” Yeosang said nonchalantly before shooting Mae again, smiling as he watched her drop to the ground dead. All that was left was Des, Seonghwa, and Jongho. Yeosang turned his attention to them, cocking his head to the side as if to ask is that all you got? He then finished tying the fabric around his wound and turned back to the three last survivors of the friend group.

            Seonghwa was just standing there in shock, unable to move. The gunshots still ringing in his ears. The sound of his friends falling to the ground dead replaying over and over in his mind. He’s unsure if he’ll ever forget the sound. He steals a quick glance towards Kayla, seeing the bullet hole in her head, and wondering if she made the same sound when she died. “I surrender.” He whispered, dropping the knife he was holding. Jongho and Des both whipped their heads in his direction, silently begging him not to give up now.

            But it was too late. Yeosang shot him and he fell to the floor. Des and Jongho looked at each other. They were on opposite sides of the room, she had a hand axe, he had a crowbar. It was as if they could hear what the other was thinking, and they came up with a plan right there on the spot. They nodded and moved together.

            Jongho came from the right, Des from the left. Yeosang looked between the two, watching as they both raised their weapons as they got closer to him. It was as if this moment was moving in slow motion. Looking right, Jongho was screaming as he raised the crowbar over his head, his steps getting faster. Looking left, Des was also screaming, raising the hand axe, getting ready for the attack. Yeosang only had a second to think. Turning one way and shooting with no hesitation. One person dropped down while the other’s weapon slammed down onto his head.

            Silence. And then the crowbar fell from Jongho’s hand. Des was a couple feet away, dead, the hand axe still in her hand. Yeosang was slumped on the ground, blood dripping from his head. “You killed them all.” Jongho said as the realization hit him. Everyone was dead. All his friends were dead. His girlfriend was dead. Besides the fucker that killed them, Jongho was the only one left. He was the only one that could keep their memories alive.

            “I did it for you. For us!” Yeosang exclaimed from the ground, slowly stumbling to his feet. “I didn’t want all of them to die, only a few of them. But everyone just had to be so fucking nosey. But it’s okay now. We can be together now. No Jia or Yuri to stop us.” Jongho stared at him in confusion.

            “What are you talking about, Yeosang?” He could see the hurt flash on Yeosang’s face for a quick second, before he started smiling again. He grabbed Jongho’s hands, but Jongho quickly pulled back.

            “Don’t you remember? You said you wanted to be with me but you didn’t want to break up with Yuri.” Jongho does not remember this. He barely remembers his time with Yeosang. The drunken hook ups he knew were mistakes, but for some reason he couldn’t quit. He doesn’t know how he kept ending up at Yeosang’s door, ringing the doorbell, kissing him as soon as he saw his face. Yuri waiting at home for him, but he couldn’t help himself.

            But it ate at him. Every time he was with Yuri, the guilt ate at him. When she would kiss him, when she would tell him she loved him, when they made love, the confession was on the tip of his tongue. He didn’t want to lose her, but he knew she deserved better. And he finally let it all out, tearfully telling Yuri about the secret nights he shared with Yeosang. And she forgave him. Asked if there was a way to save them. Asked if he’d be willing to give up alone time with Yeosang for her.

            “I never said that.” Jongho finally answered. He was working on his relationship with Yuri. Gave her everything and anything she wanted, trying to prove to her that he only wanted her. The feelings he had for Yeosang were all physical, it was lust at most. Jongho’s heart belonged to Yuri, and he tried for months to prove it to her, to get them back to the good place they were at before he went and fucked it all up.

            “Yes you did.” Yeosang’s voice changed. He was angrier now, Jongho could hear it. Through the tears that were running down Yeosang’s cheeks, he was angry. “You told me you loved me. That if you met me first, it’d be me and not her.” His voice changed again. Back to the desperate plea from earlier. Begging Jongho to remember the way he does. He can’t be the only one to remember the nights tangled up in his sheets.

            The way Jongho would brush the hair out of Yeosang’s eyes, telling him that his eyes were so pretty. Brushing his thumb over his birthmark, whispering about how sad it was that Jia had him cover it everyday, because he loves it. Jongho looked at him like he was the only person in the world, and it’s the only thing that kept Yeosang going all this time. Through all his hardships, he knew he would always have Jongho.

            “I did this so we could finally be together.” He cried. “Just us. We don’t have to hide our love anymore.” Jongho walked away, stopping only to pick something up off the ground. Yeosang followed him, grabbing his arm to stop him from leaving. “Jongho, please.” Jongho turned around, shoving the knife he picked up right into Yeosang’s stomach. Blood began to pour out of the wound. Yeosang’s mouth opened, but no sound came out, only more blood.

            Jongho pulled the knife out and Yeosang’s arms wrapped around his stomach, but he knew that holding the wound wasn’t going to help much this time. Jongho moved the knife, placing it over Yeosang’s heart. Yeosang pleaded, begged for his life, apologized for all the wrong he’s done. But it was too late. Jongho sunk the knife into his heart, officially killing him, and making Jongho the sole survivor. The knife fell from his hands as he looked down at Yeosang and said one final line. “I never loved you.”

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[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae! I absolutely adore you and your writing, you truly have a gift!

Can I please request something with James Potter where readers anxiety is really bad and is super emotional cause pms and is just kinda struggling and needs to be dealt with the most gently? Totally not projecting much at all lol 😬😫🤣

Totally no pressure if you don’t feel up to it! I love reading anything you write ❤️❤️

Hi lovely, thanks so much!!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 772 words

“Here y’go, love.” James presses a mug’s handle into your hands, and you take it quickly once you realize he’s holding the hot sides. 

“James!” you hiss, chiding. “You’re going to burn yourself.”

Only James Potter could make a shrug seem fond. He sits down beside you on the couch, hand resting on your thigh, and the knee you hadn’t realized you’d been jiggling slows to a stop. 

“What’s eating you?” he asks mildly, rubbing you from knee to hip as he sips his tea, quietly hinting for you to do so as well. 

You sigh, blowing on your tea before raising it to your lips. “Nothing so important I should be this stressed about it,” you say bitterly. “It’s just PMS.” 

You hate how your hormones mess with you around this time of the month. It makes it feel like you can’t trust yourself, because you’re never sure if the emotions you’re experiencing are valid or amplified by your body’s punishing cycle. Your already oversensitive nerves go into overdrive, and you feel three times as susceptible to bouts of rage or crying, though which one it’ll be is as good as a coin toss. Everything is just more, and all the time, and it sucks. 

James makes a sad puppy sound. “Yeah? Are you hurting, honey?” 

“Not really.” You have a headache, but that’s probably more due to your anxiety than anything else. 

“Well, why don’t you try telling me what’s bothering you,” James suggests. “Even if you think it’s not a big deal, maybe I can help.” 

You sigh again, a heaving, dramatic exhale. “Macy’s having a birthday party this weekend.” 

That surprises a smile out of James, and he tilts his head to look at you bemusedly. “Oh, how nefarious! Shall we curse her?” 

You give him a look that says not funny, even as your own lips curl up slightly. James smothers his grin as best he can (which is to say, not very well), nodding at you seriously to continue. 

“I just—” you heave another sigh, and James’ hand redoubles its efforts on your leg, squeezing the fatty inner part encouragingly. “I’m not going to know anyone there, and I’m going to have to go straight after work on Friday, and she and her friends always stay out so much later than I want to. I just know I’m going to be exhausted.” 

“Okay.” James is nodding, still looking slightly confused. “So don’t go.” 

“But it’s her birthday,” you say, the last syllable taking an unexpected turn into whiny territory as your eyes grow wet. “I don’t have an excuse to miss it and I’ll be the worst friend in the world if I do.” 

“Sweetheart, hey.” James’ voice takes on a slight panicked edge due to the appearance of tears, though you can tell he’s trying to be soothing. His hand abandons your leg to snake around your waist, scrubbing up and down your side. “Honey, you’re a great friend. You’re just looking out for yourself a little bit,” he promises, kissing the top of your head. “Let’s think about who’s going to be more upset, alright? If you miss it, Macy might be a bit sad you didn’t come, but she’s still got all of her other friends who don’t know you anyway, and the party will probably go on as it would have. But if you go, you’ll have to hurry there straight after work, you might be too tired to be much fun, and you could end up miserable the whole night. Sound right?” You nod wretchedly, and he hums into your hair. “So just miss this one, and make it up to her with lunch or something another time, yeah?” At your hesitation, he adds, “You have plans Friday night, you can’t make it.” 

You look up at James. “I don’t have plans, though. I don’t want to lie to her.” 

“Sure you do, sweetheart,” he contradicts you, grinning. “You have plans with me, duh. You’ve only been friends with Macy for a couple months, right?” You nod. “Well then sorry, Macy, but I’m pulling rank.” You laugh, and James swoops down to kiss at your dimple when it appears. “I need my girl for Friday night. She’s pre-engaged.” 

James can never stop kissing once he’s gotten started, and you hide your cheek from him in his own chest, wrapping your arms around his waist in an awkward sort of hug. “Thanks, Jamie.” 

You can still hear the smile in his voice. “Anytime, my love. Now, since that’s been resolved, do you think you can drink your tea? It’s gonna get cold.”

[shiningwonderland]

Natsuki Shinomiya (Repeat)

Translator: Raz (Twitter: agnadance)

Proofreader: Nadie (Twitter: nmoniag)

Editor: Mae (Twitter: itoshikimaegirl)

QA: Rei: (Twitter: wolfe_raine)

February - Winter Day's Fine

Since February, Satsuki-kun has been the dominant personality more frequently than Natsuki-kun.

Satsuki Shinomiya: No! You need to connect that better…

Haruka Nanami: O-okay!

We're practicing the verse and pre-chorus, which we're planning to record tomorrow.

I'm going to play the piano and the viola will be…

Satsuki Shinomiya: Damn it… Think about my position of having to match your crappy performance.

Satsuki-kun will be playing the viola. He shares the same body as Natsuki-kun, so I don't find it strange that he also shares the ability to play–and extremely well too.

I'm astonished how skilled he is… I feel myself being drawn into his magnificent performance…

However, there are times he falters here and there, maybe because he's a different personality from Natsuki-kun…

Satsuki Shinomiya: … Should we call it quits here? You can't give it your all if it isn't Natsuki who's playing the viola, right?

Haruka Nanami: That's… not true. Satsuki-kun is just as skilled, and… I also like your sound.

Satsuki Shinomiya: If that's true, then stop playing so badly. We're recording the instrumentals tomorrow. Are you going to play like this tomorrow, too?

Haruka Nanami: I'm sorry… I'll do my best.

Satsuki Shinomiya: It's not about doing your best. You either make results at your final performance or you don't. He's the one who's going to sing, you know…

Haruka Nanami: … You're right.

We're going to use a recording of the instrumentals during the graduation audition.

There are people who make the instrumentals solely on the computer. Another method is to record professionals performing from the music sheet.

This time, I thought that we should do as much as we can as just the two of us…

We decided that Natsuki-kun will play the violin and the viola, and I will play the piano.

Satsuki Shinomiya: He's far more critical about his own performance than the people around him, and yet he's so soft on you.

Satsuki Shinomiya: He can only get across half of what he really wants to say.

Satsuki Shinomiya: He's an airhead and never listens to what other people say, marching to the beat of his own drum… and yet he's so sensitive and fragile.

Satsuki Shinomiya: He doesn't want to be rejected by you, so he holds back quite a bit. You haven't realized that yet?

Select the Phrase!

そんなこと・・・I see… (+10 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: You have a point… There were times I felt that he was holding back too much.

Satsuki Shinomiya: If so, then take care of him better. Read how he's feeling and act accordingly…

Satsuki Shinomiya: If you're not careful, he's never going to open his heart to you. This must be because of his trauma…

Satsuki Shinomiya: He's been betrayed over and over… No matter how much he wants to believe in people, he's unconsciously always on guard.

Satsuki Shinomiya: That's why he doesn’t want you to get hurt like him… He tries too hard to prove how much he loves someone.

Satsuki Shinomiya: He knows more than anyone else how difficult it is to have someone believe you…

Natsuki-kun… Is the reason why he's so kind and always hugs me because he doesn't want me to be sad…?

… Maybe I hesitated because I couldn't handle accepting his feelings.

Haruka Nanami: … Why are you telling me this?

Satsuki Shinomiya: Who knows… It was just a whim. Anyway, let's start practicing.

Haruka Nanami: Okay!

Satsuki-kun, he worries so much about Natsuki-kun.

I'm clueless, so I'm glad he cares enough to give me advice.

そう・・・だったんだ・・・Is that so… (+5 Love +0 Music)

Satsuki Shinomiya: Not many people can tell because he's a space case… and then they hurt him without realizing.

Haruka Nanami: What should I do…?

Satsuki Shinomiya: You should be able to figure it out if you pay close enough attention to him. Keep a look out for his subtle signs.

Satsuki Shinomiya: He's hopelessly lonely.

Satsuki-kun briefly closes his eyes mournfully, but then looks at me straight in the eyes.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Show him how you feel. Never leave his side… if you can't do that, don't go near him thoughtlessly.

Satsuki Shinomiya: If you approach him without resolve, you'll hurt him.

Natsuki-kun… There's a lot of things I don't realize because he's always smiling…

But… he must be so hurt inside…

Satsuki-kun doesn't want Natsuki-kun to be hurt.

That's why he warned me…

I want to respect his feelings–no, I will.

Haruka Nanami: Understood! I'll do my best!

I can't understand Natsuki-kun as well as Satsuki-kun, but I want to try.

I love Natsuki-kun… so I want to get closer to Satsuki-kun, even just a little.

I, too, want to protect Natsuki-kun.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Hmph, easier said than done.

Satsuki-kun sulks and turns his head away.

Satsuki Shinomiya: We chatted for too long… Time to practice.

Haruka Nanami: Roger!

Satsuki-kun really loves Natsuki-kun.

All right, I'll do my best!

すいません。I'm sorry. (+0 Love +0 Music)

Satsuki Shinomiya: Don't apologize. Instead, try to do better… You hurt Natsuki every time you apologize…

Satsuki Shinomiya: He always goes too far trying to prevent you from being sad, so smile as much as you can.

Satsuki Shinomiya: You don't need to be humble or hold back. Just be by his side and keep him calm.

Haruka Nanami: But…

Satsuki Shinomiya: It's fine, just smile. He gets mad at me every time I make you frown.

He places his hand on my head.

Satsuki-kun…

I do my best to grin.

Satsuki Shinomiya: That's good… You should always smile like that.

Satsuki-kun smiles.

Satsuki Shinomiya: … There's no time. Let's start practicing again.

Haruka Nanami: … Okay.

The day we record our instrumental has come.

We have the recordings for everything else, so once we complete today's recording, we'll have our instrumental ready for the graduation audition. 

Natsuki Shinomiya: Haru-chan, are you nervous?

Haruka Nanami: … Yes, just a bit…

Natsuki has been the dominant personality since this morning.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Then I'll put a charm on you to relieve your stress. Close your eyes.

Haruka Nanami: O-okay…

I close my eyes gently.

He kisses both of my eyelids.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Here you go. How do you feel?

Haruka Nanami: Umm… My heart's pounding.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hehe, that's not because of stress, right?

Haruka Nanami: No, it's not.

Natsuki Shinomiya: If you ever get nervous from playing the piano, just close your eyes a little. I'm sure you'll recall this.

Natsuki Shinomiya: When you do, your heart will pound not from stress but because of your feelings for me.

He stretches out his arms and then gathers me into a tight embrace. 

Natsuki Shinomiya: Think only of me when you're performing… I'll always think of you when I play…

Natsuki Shinomiya: I'm sure the beating of our hearts will change to the rhythm of love.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Our feelings ride on the beat of our hearts, our deep love and powerful bond embedded even in digital sound waves. 

Natsuki Shinomiya: Then, I'll sing while listening to the sound we've woven–the song for the one person that I love…

Ryuya Hyuga: … Are you done being lovey-dovey? Sheesh, at least acknowledge the school rules just a little bit… But I know that Shinomiya won't listen to me at all…

Ryuya Hyuga: Airheads are really something… Whatever. We got a lot of people waiting, so hurry up and get started once you're ready.

Hyuga-sensei urges us with a tired look on his face.

Haruka Nanami: G-got it, I'm sorry.

Natsuki Shinomiya: All right… I'll begin.

Natsuki-kun lets go of me and grins.

Select the Phrase!

あ・・・ Ah… (+10 Love +0 Music)

Without thinking, I grab the hem of Natsuki-kun's uniform.

Natsuki Shinomiya: What's wrong, Haru-chan? Are you lonely?

Haruka Nanami: Umm… Even when we're apart, our hearts are one… That's all I want to say…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Thank you.

Natsuki-kun pets my head, then enters the booth.

はい、頑張ってください。Yes, do your best. (+0  Love +5 Music)

Natsuki Shinomiya: Yes, I'll do my best.

ここでずっと聴いています。I'll be listening. (+20 Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I don't want to miss a single note from you…

Natsuki Shinomiya: I see… I'll put in all my love, so much that I'll empty out my heart, so please… please accept all of it…

Haruka Nanami: … Okay.

Ryuya Hyuga: I would expect nothing less… He's so young, yet he can put professionals to shame… He's one to reckon with.

Natsuki-kun… He has improved so much…

But he's not just skilled… His sound is so warm.

His sound seeps to the bottom of my heart and soothes my nerves.

I need to do my best too…

We have finished up our recordings without any problems, so now we have nearly everything in order. The next thing to do is the mixdown.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ugh…

Soon after leaving the recording room, Natsuki-kun suddenly crouches down and clutches his chest.

Haruka Nanami: Natsuki-kun… What's wrong? Are you okay?

Lately, he has been switching personalities frequently, and the arduous practice and stress over the recording must've taken a toll on him…

Something drops from Natsuki-kun's pocket.

Haruka Nanami: A… pocket watch?

I reach out towards it without thinking…

Satsuki Shinomiya: Don't… touch that…

Haruka Nanami: Satsuki-kun…?

Satsuki-kun glares at me and reaches for the pocket watch.

Satsuki Shinomiya: … It doesn't look broken…

He takes a deep breath and slowly gets to his feet.

Satsuki Shinomiya: He pushed himself too much…

Haruka Nanami: Umm… how's Natsuki-kun…?

Select the Phrase!

大丈夫なんですか？Is he okay? (+10  Love +0 Music)

Satsuki Shinomiya: For now… Are you worried about him?

Haruka Nanami: … Yes.

I look down and Satsuki-kun lightly pats me on the head.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Don't make that face. You'll make Natsuki sad. He's fine.

Satsuki Shinomiya: I… I'm set on protecting him.

どうしたんですか？What happened to him? (+5  Love +0 Music)

Satsuki Shinomiya: Do you want to know?

Haruka Nanami: Yes, I'm worried about him…

Satsuki Shinomiya: I see…

戻ってきますか？ Will he come back?  (+0  Love +0 Music)

Satsuki Shinomiya: You're always like this… Believe in him a little more.

Haruka Nanami: Ah…

Satsuki Shinomiya: Are you worried about him?

Haruka Nanami: Yes. Is Natsuki-kun okay…?

Satsuki Shinomiya: For now…

Satsuki Shinomiya: I'm his shadow… I've taken on all the burden for him this entire time so he wouldn't experience it…

Satsuki Shinomiya: Ever since that day… But now, we're aware of each other. This is the equivalent to his heart being split into two.

Satsuki Shinomiya: On top of that, switching takes a heavy toll on him. He's so unstable that even the slightest emotional arousal can cause us to change places.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Putting his entire soul into his performance is only going to exhaust it.

Satsuki Shinomiya: He's aware of this and yet he still doesn't hold back. Do you understand why?

Haruka Nanami: …

Satsuki Shinomiya: It's because of you.

Haruka Nanami: Because of… me?

Satsuki Shinomiya: He's so weak… and is so quick to run away…

Satsuki Shinomiya: And yet he pushes himself for you. He overworks himself all for… you…

Haruka Nanami: …

Satsuki Shinomiya: We're… probably at our limit…

His voice trails off, making a mournful smile.

For the next three days, neither Natsuki-kun nor Satsuki-kun come to school.

After school, I visit  Natsuki-kun's room.

According to Syo-kun, Natsuki-kun fainted three days ago and hasn't opened his eyes ever since…

Could it be he really… pushed himself too hard?

Haruka Nanami: Natsuki… kun…

I call his name but he doesn't respond.

Eyes closed, he just breathes in and out…

Haruka Nanami: Natsuki-kun… I see that you pushed yourself too much. I'm so sorry that I didn't realize.

I squeeze Natsuki-kun's hand as he sleeps and kiss his fingers.

I want to express my feelings as gently as the way he expresses his… I love you so much…

Natsuki Shinomiya: Huh? Haru-chan…

Haruka Nanami: Natsuki-kun!

Natsuki-kun is awake! I'm so glad! I'm so happy that tears start clouding my vision.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I want to hug you…

Haruka Nanami: Huh? But…

Natsuki-kun has weakened so much that he can't sit up.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Come here… to where I can reach you…

Haruka Nanami: … Okay.

When I lie down next to him, he hugs me like I'm a body pillow.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Thank you…

He peacefully closes his eyes.

Haruka Nanami: …

I hear light snoring.

He seems to be between a state of being awake and asleep, but I can tell he's still Natsuki-kun.

I feel relieved that I was able to meet him and talk with him even just a little bit.

His breath lightly tickles my ear. I finally start realizing the situation I'm in and feel my heart starting to pound.

I'm being hugged by Natsuki-kun in his bed…

…

Natsuki Shinomiya: … Haru-chan, don't leave me…

He’s talking in his sleep—his voice sounds so faint, like he's about to cry.

Haruka Nanami: I won't go anywhere. I'm here…

Natsuki-kun and Satsuki-kun are two halves of one heart.

Their awareness of each other's existence is burdening their mental state, weakening Natsuki-kun this much.

What should I do…? Is there anything I can do?

Haruka Nanami: … Huh? When did I fall asleep…?

Satsuki Shinomiya: Finally awake?

Satsuki-kun's face is right in front of mine.

Haruka Nanami: !!!

Satsuki Shinomiya: You're bolder than I thought. Are you trying to seduce me? Your cleavage is exposed.

I shake my head furiously, gripping my shirt to hide my chest.

Satsuki Shinomiya: … I'm joking. Don't take me so seriously, Pipsqueak.

He pokes my forehead.

Haruka Nanami: …

Without saying a word, I stand up from the bed.

Satsuki Shinomiya: … You don't have anything to say to me?

Satsuki-kun grabs my arm and makes me sit back on the bed.

Haruka Nanami: … I guess I do want to ask something…

Satsuki Shinomiya: I see. I thought that you would say, "Please disappear for Natsuki's sake."

Haruka Nanami: Why would I…

Satsuki Shinomiya: I'm the one who has caused this situation. I say I want to protect him, and yet I'm putting him in danger.

Satsuki Shinomiya: And yet… I can't disappear. If I do that, who's going to protect him?

Without hesitation, Satsuki-kun closes in on me and pushes me down onto the bed.

He looks at me forlornly.

This is different from the last time he pushed me down. At that time, I felt immense hatred and rejection.

Now… This feels like he's pleading…

Satsuki Shinomiya: You're just a stranger. You'll betray Natsuki one day…

He says that, but his eyes tell me that he wants to be proven wrong.

Haruka Nanami: No, I won't!

I profusely object. That's the absolute truth, despite what anyone says.

I love Natsuki-kun, I would never betray him. I can say that with confidence.

Satsuki Shinomiya: How can you be so sure? Are you saying that your love is eternal? Do you have any proof that you will still love him ten, twenty years from now?

Haruka Nanami: …

All I know are the feelings I have right now. I don't have any proof of that.

How can I express these feelings?

Satsuki Shinomiya: He was betrayed by someone he loved very much when he was a child. 

He loosens his grip on my shoulders and sits down on the bed.

Haruka Nanami: Huh…?

I get up and sit next to him.

Satsuki Shinomiya: You already know that he has played the violin since he was little, right?

Haruka Nanami: Yes, I do.

Satsuki Shinomiya: The reason why he was able to continue playing the violin even though he has been sensitive ever since he was a child was because of that woman…

Satsuki-kun looks far away, his eyes filled with sadness.

Satsuki Shinomiya: She was a violin teacher. She was somewhat withdrawn, but positive and bright. She always complimented Natsuki.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Every time Natsuki would get sad, she would say, "I love your sound, Nacchan. You should be proud of yourself."

Satsuki Shinomiya: After some time, she changed the way she called him from Nacchan to Natsuki-kun… and then that one summer day…

Satsuki Shinomiya: Natsuki played a song for her that he made himself. "I'll play this just for you. Don't tell anyone about it."

Satsuki Shinomiya: Despite that, she took his song, presented it as her own and gained recognition through it.

He punches the bed, making a soft thump.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Natsuki asked her pitifully, "Why did you do this?"

Satsuki Shinomiya: She replied through her tears, "I'm sorry, but I didn't want it to end this way" and left him.

Haruka Nanami: …

I wonder how it felt to be betrayed by the one he loved… and be so hurt…

Natsuki-kun…

Satsuki Shinomiya: Natsuki didn't blame her at all, nor did he tell anyone else, but his heart was deeply hurt.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Then, I was born.

Satsuki-kun takes out his pocket watch and shows me the inside of the lid.

The name "Natsuki" was engraved in it, and then to the side, "Satsuki" was scrawled on it with childlike handwriting.

Satsuki Shinomiya: He received this pocket watch from the music class he attended when he won his first reward at a violin competition.

Satsuki Shinomiya: That woman gave it to him. He treasured it so much, but it stopped on that fateful day.

Satsuki Shinomiya: My name, "Satsuki," is the name of the song that woman stole from him.

Satsuki Shinomiya: The first time he went to the beach in the south, he kept making a sand castle and stayed there until nightfall.

Satsuki Shinomiya: The full moon lighting up the night sky and the sand castle must've looked so beautiful that they left a deep impression on young Natsuki.

He grins with a nostalgic look on his face.

Satsuki Shinomiya: But the next morning, his sand castle was swept away by the waves and disappeared without a trace.

Satsuki Shinomiya: The melancholy and transience of something that has been built up vanishes in an instant, as well as the beauty of its disappearance… That's what he put into that song.

Satsuki Shinomiya: The time of his precious watch stopped, and he erased that woman's existence from his heart. In exchange, I was born.

Satsuki Shinomiya: I appear when he is mentally burdened. I protect him from harm.

Satsuki Shinomiya: The reason why I appear whenever he removes his glasses is because his heart becomes unstable from his blurry vision.

Satsuki Shinomiya: He's so sensitive that he'll switch even from something like that.

Satsuki Shinomiya: I have to protect him…

He balls up his hands into fists.

Haruka Nanami: … I'll protect Natsuki-kun too.

Satsuki Shinomiya: You…?

Satsuki-kun pierces me with his gaze.

Haruka Nanami: That's right.

Satsuki Shinomiya: … Do you want to know what I thought of you when I first saw you?

Haruka Nanami: … No…

Satsuki Shinomiya: You resemble her.

Satsuki-kun scowls in anguish.

Haruka Nanami: What…?

Satsuki Shinomiya: At first, you seem weak and fleeting, but deep down, you're strong. You would do anything to achieve your dream.

Satsuki Shinomiya: I thought you were just like that woman. That's why I wanted you to get away from Natsuki. I didn't want him to be hurt any more than he already had.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Why is he being fooled by another woman that's just like her? I was so resentful. However… maybe I was the one who was wrong…

He breathes a dry laugh and smiles at me warmly.

Haruka Nanami: Huh…?

He reaches out and caresses my cheek.

Satsuki Shinomiya: You're different from her… Natsuki must've understood that about you.

Satsuki Shinomiya: He's too sensitive. He gets hurt from such little things, but he never sheds a tear. He keeps smiling…

Satsuki Shinomiya: He's more emotional than anyone… but he doesn't know how to express that normally. Music is the only way he can express his emotions.

Satsuki Shinomiya: And yet he is expected to express more than just his emotions. I was born to support him when he was about to break.

Satsuki Shinomiya: I have taken on all of his negative emotions, and yet…

Satsuki Shinomiya: When he met you, he changed… No, he tried to change. Despite being a weakling, he tried so hard to change.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Can you believe that Natsuki…? Makes me laugh...

Tears well up in his eyes as he speaks.

He should be happy that Natsuki-kun is becoming stronger, but he must be lonely that Natsuki-kun is drifting further away from him.

I understand that feeling…

Haruka Nanami: Satsuki-kun…

I squeezes Satsuki-kun's hand.

Satsuki Shinomiya: What are you doing…? I'm not Natsuki. You should do this for him instead of me.

Haruka Nanami: I… love Natsuki-kun. I'll protect him no matter what… and I love you, too.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Me?

Satsuki-kun widens his eyes in shock.

Haruka Nanami: You're also Natsuki-kun, after all. Right, Satsuki-kun?

Satsuki Shinomiya: I'm… also Natsuki…?

While still in shock, Satsuki-kun thinks for a moment and starts speaking again.

Satsuki Shinomiya: … Maybe I can leave him to you… I'll give Natsuki back.

Haruka Nanami: … But, what about you, Satsuki-kun…?

Satsuki Shinomiya: I'm fine as long as he's happy. That's all I need…

Haruka Nanami: …

Satsuki-kun looks at me with conviction.

I am lost for words.

Satsuki Shinomiya: I'm sorry for making you deal with me.

Haruka Nanami: No… it's fine.

Satsuki Shinomiya: I'm Satsuki… I'm just a fleeting existence that will be washed away in an instant once the waves come.

Satsuki Shinomiya: I knew that I'd disappear one day.

He clenches his teeth and closes his eyes forlornly.

Haruka Nanami: Satsuki… kun…

Satsuki Shinomiya: Even so, maybe I wanted to keep existing until the end…

Satsuki Shinomiya: I'm Natsuki’s shadow. I exist just for him. That's why I hated you.

Satsuki Shinomiya: I felt like you were taking Natsuki away from me… as if I was going to lose my reason for being…

Haruka Nanami: That's not true…

I open my mouth, but Satsuki-kun grabs my arm and smiles softly.

Satsuki Shinomiya: But before I knew it, I was always watching you. You have endless faith in others, you’re honest, and you’re too nice for your own good. You always seemed so vulnerable.

Satsuki Shinomiya: I just couldn't hold back from trying to protect you… I… must've been drawn to you.

Haruka Nanami: Huh…?

Satsuki Shinomiya: … It's nothing. Forget about it… Even if I were to wish for it, it would never come true…

Satsuki Shinomiya: More importantly, always protect him… protect Natsuki.

Select the Phrase!

ええ、必ず。Yes, absolutely. (+10  Love +10 Music)

Satsuki Shinomiya: Absolutely? That's a bold statement, but I'm relieved to hear that.

Satsuki Shinomiya: I'm glad to have managed to talk to you one last time.

守ります、あなたとともに。Yes, and I'll protect you, too. (+20  Love +5 Music)

Satsuki Shinomiya: And me…?

Haruka Nanami: I want to protect you, too. You won't disappear, you'll just become one with Natsuki-kun…

Satsuki Shinomiya: Even now, you still have your head stuck in the clouds… but I'm glad I was able to see you in the end.

・・・はい。... Yes. (+10  Love +0 Music)

Satsuki Shinomiya: I see… that's good to hear. I don't have any regrets.

Satsuki Shinomiya: It's time… I'm glad to have seen you one last time.

Satsuki-kun embraces me tightly.

Haruka Nanami: Satsuki… kun?

Satsuki Shinomiya: … Maybe all I've wanted to do is to hold you like this, claiming that this is all for his sake.

Satsuki Shinomiya: I… can't blame Natsuki. Before I realized... I fell for you too…

He looks at me in the eyes and gently kisses my forehead.

He embraces me more tightly.

Haruka Nanami: Satsuki… kun. My… arms hurt…

Satsuki Shinomiya: I don't want to disappear… Haruka… I've actually always wanted to be with you…

Even though he's so close to me, his voice is so faint that I can barely hear him.

Satsuki Shinomiya: … Can you be mine for just this moment?

Satsuki Shinomiya: … I want to keep you to myself, even for a short time…

He buries his face in my shoulder. I hear his breathing next to my ear, as if he's quietly trying to hold back his feelings.

It's as if he's communicating to me with no words.

Satsuki Shinomiya: Haruka… don't forget… that I existed…

This is the first and last honest display of emotion from this strong man. 

No, he's not as strong as he seems. Satsuki-kun is scared.

He's scared that he'll disappear without a trace. That is the equivalent to death… It's nothingness.

Select the Phrase!

・・・はい。Yes. (+10  Love +10 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I'll always remember you. Even if Natsuki-kun forgets, I never will…

絶対に忘れません。I will always remember you. (+10  Love +5 Music)

I wrap my arms around Satsuki-kun and hold him tightly.

忘れられるはずないです。I could never forget you. (+20  Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: How could I ever forget a person as wonderful as you…

Haruka Nanami: I could never forget you… That's impossible. So please, you can rest assured.

I speak to him as I hold back tears. Satsuki-kun embraces me again.

Satsuki Shinomiya: … Thank you…

Satsuki-kun loosens his grip. He goes limp and falls back onto the bed.

Haruka Nanami: Satsuki-kun!

He's gone…

He thought of Natsuki-kun until the very end, leaving him to me.

Haruka Nanami: Satsuki… kun…

I hug Satsuki-kun's body and quietly shed tears.

Mini Game

Ringo Tsukimiya: Haa, time flies! The entrance ceremony for this term feels like it was yesterday, but now it's almost graduation…

Ringo Tsukimiya: One year is so short. We all grow so close, and yet we'll part so soon.

Ringo Tsukimiya: But if you manage to get into Shining Agency, you'll be my kouhai! I want everyone to do their best to get hired!

Ringo Tsukimiya: You have to polish your song even more to be able to get a good score on your graduation audition.

Ringo Tsukimiya: I'll do my best to give you advice, so let me hear what you have so far.

Ringo Tsukimiya: So, are you ready? Then let's begin! 

S RANK

Natsuki Shinomiya: If we were to share our loneliness and sorrow between the two of us and put them into the same beat, would we melt together once more?

Haruka Nanami: Yes… I want us to share as much as we can with each other.

Chapter End

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A Dragon's Love

Trigger Warnings: Blood, mutilation, mention of death and funerals.

Chapter 2: Lose an eye, gain a dragon

Dividers by: @zaldritzosrose

Header by: @zaldritzosrose

The death of Leana Velaryon and her subsequent funeral brought the entire royal family to Driftmark. As they stood listening the Vaemond Velaryon perform the last rites, Aemond looked at his older sister subtly. She had tears in her eyes, even though she never met Lady Leana, but Aemond knew her well enough to know she was crying because the loss of life was enough to prompt such sadness within her. Even when she cried, she looked beautiful, Aemond thought to himself. He saw Helaena hold her hand in a comforting gesture, and Daenys graced her with one of her kind smiles, the kind that never ceased to bring young Aemond at peace, no matter what.

Aemond loved and admired her like no other, she was the only one who made Helaena feel at ease, who could make their mother smile, and even saw something good in Aegon. She was a ray of sunshine that no one deserved, it was she that deserved the world, in his eyes. “You’re gawking.” Aegon whispered, the scent of wine obvious on his breath. Aemond tore his gaze away to look at Aegon. “What are you talking about?” He mumbled.

Aegon rolled his eyes, “Daenys. Better be careful, little brother, or everyone will noticed how obsessed you are.”

“I’m not obsessed.” He muttered. They were distracted however, by the untimely and no doubt inappropriate laughter that came from his uncle Daemon, Leana’s husband, which drew the attention of all.

After the funeral gathering, and everyone retired to their rooms, Aemond saw Daenys in her nightgown walking quietly, and asked, “Where are you going?” She rolled her eyes affectionately and said, “I’m afraid our dear brother is once again severely hungover. Your mother’s a bit on edge, so I told her I’d check in on him.”

“Aegon doesn’t deserve your kindness” Aemond muttered. Daenys smiled and ruffled his hair.

“Maybe. But he is our brother, and everyone deserves kindness, especially from one’s family.” She answered, a flicker of sadness passing her eyes. Aemond knew she thought of Rhaenyra, who she still wished would show her said kindness, or even their father, who whenever he saw her, either called her Rhaenyra or Aemma, but rarely her own name. She deserved better.

“And where are you off to?” She asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders, replying, “Just for a walk.” She pressed a kiss to his forehead and said, “Alright. Be safe, brother.” As she slipped through the doors to Aegon’s rooms.

Aemond savoured the feeling of his sister’s presence, before he began wandering around Driftmark aimlessly, until he found himself on the beach. He wandered too far, he knew it, but he felt as though something was drawing him there, and when he got closer, he saw exactly what it was. Vhagar, the Queen of Dragons.

Screams. Shouts. Blood splattering. Accusations being hurled. A knife that slashed through Aemond’s eye, and changed the course of who he would one day become.

“Gods Aegon, you never fail to drink yourself into a stupor, don’t you?” Daenys grumbled as she helped Aegon sit up to drink some water.

“Ah yes, but why worry when I’ve my lovely sister to tend to me always?” Aegon teased with a grin, and took a sip from the cup. Daenys rolled her eyes, but before she could respond, shouts and loud noises were heard outside the doors, and Aegon and Daenys looked at each other with confused expressions.

Helaena’s head peaked through the door and whispered, “You must come at once, something’s happened.” The two siblings quickly ran to the door and made their way down with Helaena, and were met with the sight of impending chaos around them.

She could hear her father shouting at Ser Criston, and as they entered and stood near the fireplace where their mother knelt near a chair where Aemond sat being attended too by a maester, Daenys felt a sick feeling arise in her stomach.

“It will heal, will it not maester?” Alicent asked worriedly, and Daenys gasped as she saw her little brother, blood coating one side of his face, a gash through his left eye. She immediately moved to go to him, but Helaena held her back.

“He’s being attended to sister, we mustn’t crowd him.” She said in an eerily calm manner.

“The flesh will heal. But the eye is lost, Your Grace.” The Maester told the Queen, and Daenys gripped Helaena’s hand tighter, stifling a sob behind her hand.

Alicent moved to face them and asked Aegon angrily, “Where were you?” Before slapping him hard across the face, the sound being heard throughout the hall, causing Aegon to whelp in pain.

“That is nothing, compared to the abuse your brother suffered while you were drowning in your cups, you fool!” She admonished. Daenys couldn’t imagine how her step mother felt in that moment, the pain she must feel at the sight of her child in such pain, and sadly she retaliated at the nearest person, in this case it was Aegon.

She could see her nephews Jace and Luke standing there, gripping each other, and as much as she pitied them, she could not bring herself to go to them, and she began to wonder; where in the name of the Seven was her sister? Her sons stood in the great hall bleeding, why wasn’t she here?

As though the gods heard her, Rhaenyra burst through the doors and ran to her boys, as their uncle Daemon leaned against the door, taking in the scene.

As Rhaenyra consoled her children, and Alicent stood in the centre of the room, her long auburn waves falling down her back, her eyes in a wide helplessness, and pure anger, Daenys silently moved and knelt next to Aemond on the chair as shouts were being exchange across the room.

“Do no look at me.” Aemond whispered, clearly trying to hold back on the pain he was in.

“I am here. I will always be here, and I will never look away.” Daenys replied in a gentle whisper, taking his hand in hers.

“Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned, so we might learn where he heard such slanders,” She heard Rhaenyra say, drawing her and Aemond’s attention. “

Over an insult?”Alicent asked incredulously.

“My son has lost an eye!” She cried out angrily.

Daenys watched as her father wobbled over to where Aemond sat, and said, “You tell me boy, where did you hear this lie?”

Alicent spoke but Daenys didn’t hear her, focusing on Aemond, and holding his hand as their father spoke.

“Aemond, I asked you a question.” Viserys said, and Daenys opened her mouth to speak but Viserys held up his hand, silencing her, and she met gazes with Rhaenyra, who shot her an icy glare.

“Where is Ser Laenor? I wonder, if the boys father might have something to add to all this?” Alicent drew the King’s attention by asking. “Yes, where is the boys’ father?” The King asked.

The voices faded out once again, as the adults argued further, and then Viserys turned back to his injured son and asked, “Where did you hear it boy? Answer me!” He shouted, and Daenys clutched his hand tighter, but Aemond kept a hardened expression on his face.

He remained silent, glancing at his mother before saying, “It was Aegon.” Daenys sighed, knowing he was protecting Alicent, but also knowing that it was at Aegon’s expense.

“Who told you this, Aegon?” The King shouted at his eldest son, who simply answered, “Look at them. It’s obvious.” Silence enveloped the room, as the weight of the words spoken hung in the air. The whispers about her nephews’ legitimacy bubbling to the surface, out in the open for what she had a feeling would not be the last time.

As the King declared there would be no punishment but death for anyone who questioned the legitimacy of Rhaenyra’s sons, Daenys looked at Aemond intently. There was a change taking place in him, more than just a physical one, she saw the little boy she loved disappearing behind his remaining eye, slowly, and she knew he would no longer be the brother she once knew.

“This interminable infighting must cease! All of you!” Her father shouted, causing her to jump slightly as his cane hit the ground suddenly.

“We are family!” He went on, and Daenys watched as Aemond looked up at his father with a look of what could only be disgust.

“Now make your apologies and be good to one another. You father, your grandsire, your king demands it!” He commanded, and Daenys stayed frozen in her spot next to Aemond.

She saw her step mother look at the King incredulously, tears in her eyes, and broke the silence in the room by saying, “That is insufficient.” The King turned back to look at her, and everyone kept looking on at the interaction taking place.

“Aemond has been damaged permanently, my king, ‘good will’ cannot make him whole,” Alicent said, fighting back a sob. Daenys wiped a tear that slid down her face, looking back at her brother, who kept his expression hardened.

“I know Alicent. But I cannot restore his eye.” The King said.

“No, because it has been taken.”She quickly replied.

“What would you have me do?” Her father asked in frustration.

“There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of her son’s eyes in return.” Alicent said, and the room erupted into murmurs. Daenys gasped softly.

Aemond didn’t move exempt to turn back and look at their nephew, Lucerys, the perpetrator.

“My dear wife,” The king began, but Alicent would not let him finish.

“He is your son, Viserys. Your blood.” She insisted, and the King stepped closer to her.

“Do not allow your temper to guide your judgement.” He warned.

The King turned to leave once again, but Alicent said, “If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will. Ser Criston, bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon. He can chose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son.”

Luke cried out and ran behind his mother, who said, “You will do no such thing.”

“Stay your hand!” Ser Harold Westerling commanded, as Ser Criston’s hand moved to the pommel of his sword.

“No, you are sworn to me!” Alicent shouted. “As your protector, my Queen,” Ser Criston said, as though it pained him to do so.

The king approached his wife once more, and said in a quiet but reprimanding tone, “Alicent, this matter is finished. Do you understand?”

The room returned to a state of tense silence, until the king declared, “And let it be known; anyone whose tongue dares question the birth of the Princess Rhaenyra’s sons, should have it removed.”

Daenys watched the entire exchange, and couldn’t believe their father really wasn’t going to do anything about what happened to Aemond. He was never going to get his eye back, how could he only focus on the legitimacy of her nephews at a time like this?

“Thank you Father.” Rhaenyra said quietly, as she turned to leave with her sons in tow. Alicent stood there, and then in a flash, she grabbed the king’s dagger and ran towards Rhaenyra letting out a painful, guttural scream. Daenys tightened her grip on Aemond’s hand as utter chaos erupted, shouts echoing through the air, children screaming.

“You have gone too far!” Rhaenyra said to her, using her strength to hold Alicent’s hand with the dagger at bay.

“I? What have I done but what was expected of me?” Alicent asked desperately, and Daenys couldn’t see, but she knew there were tears streaming down her face.

“Forever upholding the kingdom, the family, the law. While you flout your all to do as you please!” She shouted. Alicent ignored the King’s shouts to let Rhaenyra go, and Daenys didn’t know what to do, who to run to, but she let go of Aemond’s hand to go anyway, only to be pulled back by Aegon, who held her tightly and said, “No sister, you mustn’t. Stay here.”

“Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It is trampled under your pretty foot again!” Alicent cried out, everyone’s eye on the knife she held between them.

“Release the blade, Alicent.” The voice of Otto Hightower was heard, in an attempt to reach his daughter who appeared to be far gone.

“And now you take my son’s eye, and to even that you feel entitled!” She sobbed, her grip on the blade never once faltering.

“Exhausting wasn’t it? Hiding beneath the cloak of your own righteousness” She heard Rhaenyra say, so quiet she almost didn’t hear it.

“But now they see you as you are.” The whisper was so soft it was almost inaudible.

The sound of the blade slicing echoed throughout the room, and Alicent pushed back, and the two women broke apart, and as the sight of blood dripping from Rhaenyra’s hand to the floor was seen, the sound of the blade clattering to the floor could be heard.

Daenys covered her mouth with her hand in a gasp, just realising that Aegon never released his grip on her other hand. Everyone in the room stood frozen, Rhaenyra and her children with Lord Corlys, Princess Rhaenys and Daemon on one side, and Alicent and the King on the other. As Aemond got up slowly and went to his mother, Daenys moved to go to him again, but this time it was Helaena who stopped her with a gentle touch.

“Do not mourn me mother. It was a fair exchange.” Aemond began, as Rhaenyra harshly eyed Daenys, who had nothing but tears sliding down her face as she looked at Aemond. “I may have lost an eye. But I gained a dragon.”

And with that, Daenys knew the little boy she loved so dearly was no longer there.

[upslapmeal]

Notes from the Taskmaster S15E04 recording

I got to see this episode filmed back in September (if you were there hello from the person Mark Olver kept quizzing lol, and important question: do you have an airing cupboard?) and thought I'd make a post with some Bonus Content from the recording. Last time I did this I realised I'd forgotten loads so this time I got home, sat down, diligently made notes for until the end of the prize task, and decided to do the rest the next day. I did not do the rest. So we'll just have to see how well my memory holds up 😅

The version of Greg's aeroplane-themed intro was an alternative version filmed at the end - the original had the reveal that THEY'RE ALL DEAD!! and the second one was filmed "in case anyone dies in a plane"

Alex had three """""jokes"""" about his Italy trip, each one increasingly terrible. The one I made a note of was "I saw Stevie Wonder" turning into "I saw a wonder of the word". Needless to say, Greg was unimpressed.

When Greg went to Mae to introduce their prize task, their opening comment was "I’m excited to continue to explore our….dynamic"

The strength of the dynamic was then questioned when Greg was dismissive of their prize

Whatever your opinion of how Mae was scored for a later task, when Greg saw their prize on the stage at the end of the episode he said it had been underscored and it actually looked like a lot of fun

“Kiell you’ve been doing badly…it’s not your turn yet though. Frankie?"

"Jenny has always given a sob story just after presenting her prize, last episode leant heavily on her dead father" - we were told this after Jenny said she couldn't knit the hat because she had nerve damage in her hands

"I forgot to be funny then, sorry that was just sad" - Jenny

The ad buffers we saw in studio were filmed in Gatwick, and since this was before S14 aired there was a discussion about what airport it was based on the presence of an upstairs Jamie Oliver restaurant in one of them

[here ends the comprehensive notes]

I cannot stress this enough, but ANY angle or thought that you may have about Mae's throw(s) (or lack thereof) came up in the studio

I can't remember what ended up swinging (heh) it in their favour but it truly felt as though it was going to go on forever

Man I wish I could remember any specifics because there was So Much, genuinely every single possible take on that attempt was thoroughly and gleefully dissected

Hearing during this episode that Ivo had won the last two was much like when I saw that Bridget was in first place during the record for S13E04 lol

Right. Banana.

I think the logic ended up being that the task said to get the 'BANANA'

And they did, in fact, get the 'BANANA'

They got the word not the object

And there was definitely a debate about what it is to be a noun, which Mae weighed in on and I think almost made Ivo explode that they had no right to after what they did with a verb

I feel like this may have been cut bc Ivo used 'she' and I imagine the editors are going for consistency, but it's a shame bc it was amazing

But it was still 'BANANA'. As stated in the task. The word it said to get was the word they got.

Do with this what you will.

During the live task, Ivo kept pouring his sand, very very slowly, after everyone else had finished and after he was told his stream had broken, until the bottle was empty.

Tragically Jenny did not wear the turkey on her head at the end, despite everyone agreeing earlier that the winner would have to.

There we go then. And the moral of the story is to actually make notes on what happened before you forget everything. And by 'you' I mean me. I swear I'll have better notes about the S16 finale.

[soullikethesea]

Tw: mention of suicidal ideation

Feeling a bit melancholic. There is so much good around me and yet I find it so hard to be happy. **spoiled whining below**

It's a weird kind of flashback-like thing that's happening. Things felt disconnected with the friend who came to stay over and it was nice, but sometimes it just also felt really sad or annoying. Which makes something in me freak out, and then I feel like I should just end my life because I can't do normal people things and the loneliness will probably always be there.

It's very much black and white thinking.

I think my lack of happiness is also annoying to other people. I totally get that. It's just a bit unfair, I think, if I'd have to mask it further away than I already do automatically.

And this makes me feel spoiled as well... and it's also tied up with that feeling around people thinking I'm younger than I am. Like I'm inadequate and small and lost. Like I'm freezing in place and it makes people think that I can't do things or am not worth respecting.

I've been reading/watching more stories lately and I feel really drawn to the ones about witches and vampires - where they have to hide who they are and that is the central theme. I feel like I have to hide who I am, because I am simultaneously too much and not good enough.

Even though I turn 30 next year, it will probably take 10 more years before I'll actually look 30. And some people would see this as a blessing and laugh about it. It's just, it pairs with not receiving respect. It sucks that most advice to look older is "be very comfortable in your own skin and with taking up space". Great. The other advice is to dress up more, which clashes with Fox and Mae's wishes to be quite androgynous. Lucas is fine with it, which is interesting to me. He said: "I think wearing a skirt could be elegant and masculine, even though others may not perceive it that way."

At some point I showed my friend my full-make up face and asked if it helped, but he couldn't see a difference between that and my normal face. -_-" (Trust me, there is a difference). Putting on very bold make-up is not exactly helpful, I think. But apparently I need to go bolder - or it's really just hopeless. My face just looks so young & I'm short, athletic and androgynous, so my body looks that way too. I also need a lot of sleep every night and enjoy eating healthy foods. Never really smoked or drank, avoid the sun because it's sensory hell. And my mother and grandmother also always looked young, so it's definitely also genes.

One of those situations where I should just say fuck it, and not care so much. Enjoy the good things that are there. "Ring the bells that still can ring, there is a crack in every thing..."

I also contacted my old T and we'll meet up sometime in September. I'm not sure why I asked for that. Maybe it was just to test whether her promise that I could always come over for tea was an actual promise.

Current T made me think of her when she commented last time that when I write her emails, they are "fascinating" to read. (Gross). She said that when you are further removed from the pain and suffering - it gets fascinating. My old T also used to say things like that. It's weird to me. Current T said that it's also about *how* I write, that the style is very pleasant to read. Which makes it perhaps even weirder?

But that is somehow connected to this flashback with the suicidal ideation - one of the wishes has always been to write or draw a book (before being gone from this Earth). So strange how it's all connected in a weird web.

[mackenzielovee]

parenthood blurb: thanksgiving day

a/n: happy thanksgiving!! i hope everyone has a wonderful day! im sending all kinds of love and happiness your way. enjoy this little blurb! reblogs are appreciated :) xoxo

warnings: swearing, kissing, discussion of food

ambivalence masterlist , parenthood masterlist

     Rafe Cameron sits on the couch he bought for his shared home with you, with a baby girl on his lap that’s half him and half you, and staring at a seven-year-old boy who could be his twin. He has a smile on his face as the moment surrounds him; unable to believe that this really is his life. 

Which is why, when he hears you groan in the kitchen, he perks up. 

“Mom, what are you talking about?” you sigh, “We always do Thanksgiving together.”

Josie doesn’t flinch as your voice fills the air; too drawn in by the game she’s playing on Rafe’s phone. Connor is in the middle of reading a book — dinosaurs, no doubt, Rafe thinks — and doesn’t bat an eye, either. 

The silence feels deafening to Rafe as your disappointed energy surrounds him. He waits patiently, having had a lot of practice, and listens in to your end of the call once more. 

“No, I understand. Colorado will be fun for you guys. Yeah, we’ll be fine here. Ward and Rose are coming, and Maddie and Kelce and the kids, too— Oh, you invited them out to Colorado. Did they say yes?”

Rafe frowns, having heard nothing from his parents about traveling for Thanksgiving. He squirms anxiously, laughing to himself when Josie narrows her eyes at him for disrupting her seating. 

“Sorry, princess. I have to get up,” Rafe whispers. 

“Why?”

“I have to check on Mommy,” Rafe explains, pecking her forehead, “Keep your brother company for a second, okay?”

“Okay,” she shrugs, making herself comfortable on the couch once more. 

Rafe waltzes into the kitchen, finding you standing in front of the island, where an empty glass of wine sits beside a full bottle. Your phone is pressed to your ear and you’re listening to your mother mindlessly as you bite your nails. You don’t look over at him until he’s only a few paces away, already welcoming you into him with open arms. 

“Oh, well, that’s great,” you reply to her, and Rafe can tell by your tone that you think it’s very not great, “Yeah, you guys will have a great time. I’ll have to cut my grocery list in half— yeah, definitely saves money. Listen, Mom, I have to go, but are you guys still coming over for dinner tomorrow night? Great. Okay. Love you, too. Bye.”

Your phone gets dropped onto the island the second you end the call, and with a huff, you let yourself fall into Rafe’s chest. He snickers and squeezes you closer, kissing the top of your head. 

“We’re still making the same amount of mashed potatoes,” Rafe whispers, “I love the leftovers.”

“I know you do,” you smile, “Did you know your parents are going to Colorado with my parents?”

“I had no idea. But, Dad’s been out of town, so I haven’t really talked to either one in a few days.”

You nod, then let out a long, sad exhale. He chuckles to himself, already knowing exactly what’s bothering you. 

“Our parents have always been around for the holidays,” you mumble, “It’s gonna be weird.”

“Maybe,” he shrugs, “But with the Smiths in here, it’s gonna be way too loud for you to even notice anyone’s missing.”

You nod again, knowing he’s right. He gives you another kiss to the top of your head, then turns to your wine bottle. He knows how sad you were when you found out Scott is spending Thanksgiving with Mae — who had taken him back under the promise of him remaining sober and attending regular AA meetings. Topper and Ellie are traveling to Topper’s parents’ for the holiday, and you hadn’t even bothered to ask anyone about Sarah’s plans. With no word from her, you just push every concern and inquiry out of your mind. 

When you look up at him, your eyes big and wide and absolutely obliterating his heart, he smiles. 

“Any other dish you want to make in excess?” you tease, “Because I want all of the corn casserole.”

“You’ve got it, then,” he grins, “Connor, Josie, come in the kitchen!”

You laugh as you hear both of their bare feet hit the wood floor, then patter together as they run to the both of you. 

“Yeah?” Connor asks as they appear in the doorway, both of them staring up at the two of you. 

“What food do you want the most for Thanksgiving?” Rafe asks. 

Josie beams and hurries forward, taking a seat on the stool that the kids use for the sink. Connor usually sits there, and you know she takes great pride in having thought of it first. The look on her face makes you laugh, but Connor doesn’t object in the slightest. Instead, he just stands beside her. 

“Ice cream,” Josie answers. 

Rafe laughs, “Okay. But what about for the meal?”

“Ice cream,” Josie repeats, “And potatoes.”

“She’s definitely my child,” Rafe whispers to you, then looks to Connor, “What about you, buddy?”

“Turkey,” he replies, “And pumpkin pie.”

Ever the traditionalist, you smile at him. Rafe nods encouragingly, promising both of them that they’ll get their food wishes. Then, Rafe leans forward and pours you out a glass of wine, getting a spare glass for himself. 

“Alright, now that Thanksgiving is settled,” Rafe announces, “Who wants to make a fire outside? I think we still have enough marshmallows left, we could—”

“S’mores!” Josie exclaims, hopping up from her stool.

Rafe snickers, “You want sugar? That’s shocking.”

“C’mon, Daddy, please,” she presses, tugging on the end of his shirt and giving him the puppy dog eyes. When her bottom lip juts out, you know he’s done for, and you’re not at all surprised when he turns and looks at you. 

“Wanna make s’mores?”

You laugh, “Yeah, of course.”

“Perfect,” Rafe beams, “Connor, want to help me make the fire?”

“Yeah,” Connor nods, already making his way toward the back door, “C’mon, Dad.”

Rafe chuckles and follows after him, leaving Josie with you. She claws at your legs, silently requesting you to pick her up, which you do just before Rafe turns around.

“Bring the wine?” he requests. 

“I will.”

     Two days pass, which is just enough time between work and the kids to alter the recipes for every Thanksgiving dish to the number of people attending dinner at your home. You text Maddie and ask what type of beverage she and Kelce would prefer, what type of wine, and what to have around for Noah to drink. She doesn’t text you back for hours, which you find strange, and catch yourself staring at the message as you debate texting again to make sure she received the first one. 

It isn’t until you climb into your car after work that Maddie calls you, and you’re quick to accept it while simultaneously thanking a higher power that you don’t have to deal with hushing the kids while you talk — for once. 

“Hey,” you smile, “I was just about to text you. Did you get my message from this morning?”

“Yeah,” she says slowly, and you can instantly tell from her tone that she’s not calling to discuss corn casserole, “Listen, Y/N, Kelce’s parents decided last minute that they wanted to do a dinner after all, and, you know, originally I told Kelce no, but we were with my parents last year, and he got mad, and—”

“I get it,” you stop her, keeping your voice gentle to disguise your disappointment, “That will be really fun. They’ll love to see the kids.”

“Definitely,” she agrees, “I’m really sorry, though. I know we agreed to be there and everything.”

“Mads, it’s okay,” you promise her, “You guys do what’s best for you.”

You can practically see her smile, “Thanks, Y/N. You know we love you.”

“You know we love you right back,” you assure her, and even though your heart weighs down with sadness of your group bailing on Thanksgiving, you can’t bear to hold it against anyone. 

     All night, Rafe’s been silently watching you like a hawk, trying to figure out where the difference in your energy is coming from. You’d adjusted to the fact that your parents would be away for Thanksgiving, but now, it seems as if you’ve taken a few steps back.

Although you smile over dinner and engage with the kids the way you normally do, he knows you better than that. He knows that something’s going on in your head, and he is extremely desperate to know what it is. 

He can tell simply by the little crease in your brow, by your wandering eyes that are a dead giveaway that you’re thinking about the same thing over and over. He refuses to say a word until after he’s tucked the kids into bed, then comes downstairs to find you staring off into space as you sit on the couch. 

“Spill,” he demands as he comes off of the stairs. 

“Huh?”

“Something’s bugging you,” he replies, collapsing beside you on the couch, “Talk to me.”

“Kelce and Maddie are out for Thanksgiving,” you sigh, “Kelce’s parents are having a dinner. And with Scott and Topper and our parents gone, it’s just not really feeling much like the holidays, you know?”

He nods patiently, pulling you in closer, “I know. But we can still have a dinner of our own.”

“I know,” you nod, “I don’t want to sound like I’m bummed. At least we’ll still all be together. I just like when everyone’s under the same roof, you know?”

Of course he knows. It’s one of the many reasons on the list of why he loves you; because of your dedication to your favorite things — ice cream for dessert, the scent of your shampoo, and your desire to keep your loved ones close over the holidays. 

“I get it, sweetheart. But, hey, maybe this is the start of a new tradition. Just the four of us.”

Rafe watches as your gaze shifts up to him, where you nod thoughtfully as his words sink in. 

“Yeah, maybe it is,” you reply. 

He smiles and tips your chin up with his pointer finger, then gives you a gentle kiss. He remains there until you smile, then grins himself and kisses you one last time. 

“It’s gonna be a great day,” Rafe encourages, “I promise.”

You nod, “It is.”

He smiles, then stands and plucks you right up off the couch. You squeal but allow it, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you off toward your shared bedroom. 

The remainder of the work week passes, and your pantry fills with cooking supplies quickly. On Wednesday evening, you notice how Rafe has spent the majority of his time home from work on his phone, typing away furiously. He’s focused on whatever he’s doing, and while you don’t necessarily mind, your curiosity kicks in. 

You’re lying on the couch beside him, but his phone is held at an angle that you can’t see. You strain, squirming in his arms to try and catch a glimpse of it. 

“What’re you doing?” you ask. 

“Oh, I’m just texting the guys about basketball,” he replies, locking his phone and setting it on the coffee table, “Topper owes me twenty bucks. We had a bet on the UNC game.”

“Do not make him give you twenty bucks,” you huff, listening to Rafe snicker. 

“I won’t, baby,” he promises, “Are you excited for tomorrow?”

You sigh, “Yeah. We’ll have to get up early to put the turkey in.”

“I will,” he replies, “Connor’s excited to make the corn casserole with you.”

“Really?”

“Shit, yeah,” Rafe laughs, “He kept talking about it when I put him to bed. He can’t wait to spend quality time with you.”

You pout, cuddling deeper into Rafe as your chest swells with love, pride, and happiness. 

“I’m excited, too,” you confess, “Even if everyone else isn’t here. The most important ones are.”

“Yeah,” Rafe agrees, “I agree.”

The two of you fall asleep on the couch shortly thereafter, dreaming of turkeys and corn casserole and plane tickets and a house full of people. 

     When you wake, it’s to the sound of something being slid into the oven. Yawning, you sit up on the couch and listen as Rafe closes it, thanking him silently for being responsible enough to have actually gotten up to handle the turkey. 

You both made it through the night on the couch, which only happens when you’re super tired and Rafe doesn’t have the heart to risk waking you if he picks you up. He always resigns to sleeping on the couch, and the little act makes your heart skip a beat. 

Entering the living room with two mugs of coffee, Rafe smiles when he sees you’re awake and hands off a cup to you. 

“Good morning,” he greets softly, “Happy Thanksgiving, sweetheart.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Rafe,” you reply, giving him a kiss. 

“Turkey’s in,” he informs you, “Kids are still asleep. And you’re hot.”

You scoff, “Smooth.”

He grins and wraps an arm loosely around the back of the couch, looking effortlessly handsome with his messy hair and sleepy eyes. 

“I still got it, huh?” he teases. 

You roll your eyes playfully, “How do you think you landed me?”

“Patience,” he replies, “Dedication. That, and I like the pain of being tortured for twelve years.”

You laugh and shake your head, loving the sound he makes when he laughs with you. For a moment, you realize that this really is all you need; Rafe, the kids, and coffee, to make your Thanksgiving day all that you hope it will be. 

“You’re funny,” you tell him, “And you’re hot, too.”

He smirks, “Are you flirting with me?”

“You flirted, too.”

“Yeah, but I’m always flirting with you,” he defends, “I can’t help it.”

You giggle, and only the sound of little, bare feet coming down the stairs could draw your attention away from Rafe at that moment. 

“Is it time for turkey?” Josie questions as soon as she reaches the bottom of the stairs, coming face to face with you and Rafe for the first time on her third Thanksgiving. She’s still wearing her pink princess pajamas, her hair sticks out in four directions, and her eyes look sleepy, just like her dad. 

“Almost, princess,” Rafe says, holding back a laugh, “Happy Thanksgiving.”

“Happy Thanksgiving, Daddy,” she replies, then makes her way over to you, climbing up on your lap, “Hi, Mommy.”

“Hi, baby,” you smile, kissing her head, “How did you sleep?”

“I had a dream about the turkeys,” she tells both of you, “They don’t like Thanksgiving, I don’t think.”

“Probably not,” Rafe snorts, quieting himself when you elbow him in the stomach discreetly. 

All three of your attention is brought to the stairs when you hear Connor hurrying down, practically out of breath when he reaches the bottom. Like Josie, he stands tall in his dinosaur pajamas, but his hair is more tame than hers. 

“Mama,” he says quickly, beaming from ear to ear, “We’ve gotta start on the corn casserole!”

You eye Rafe and smile, then nod and hand Josie off to him. Connor crosses the room and takes your hand, pulling you up from the couch. 

“Not so fast, bub, let's say good morning first,” you tease him. 

Connor smiles, “Sorry. Good morning, Mama. Here’s a kiss.”

He leans forward and kisses your cheek quickly, then tugs on your hand again. You chuckle and give up, standing from the couch and allowing him to guide you to the kitchen. 

Rafe and Josie join the two of you in the kitchen after a few minutes, where Rafe serves you with more coffee. After a bit, you all take a break to shower and get ready, then meet in the kitchen for more cooking and preparation. You and Josie set the table while Rafe and Connor test out the turkey, then start on the mashed potatoes. 

It’s nearly four o’clock when the doorbell rings, and you furrow your eyebrows at Rafe at the sound. He beams and stands up a little straighter, then gives you a smile. 

“I’ll get the door,” he says.

“Who is it?” you ask, but he’s already out of the kitchen. 

You just shrug and step over to Connor, who is just testing out the mashed potatoes. Josie stands beside him, both of them anxiously pulling their spoons from the dish to taste. 

“They're good, Mama,” Connor tells you. 

“I’m so glad. Don’t put your spoon back in there, though, buddy, let’s get you a new one—”

“Hey, sweetheart?” Rafe calls from the living room, “Where should we put everyone else’s dishes?”

You recoil at his odd question and start to yell back, but decide to walk over to the doorway to talk to him face-to-face. 

Instead of just finding Rafe, however, you find your living room almost completely full of the people you love. Your parents, Ward, Rose, Wheezie, Topper and Ellie, Scott and Mae, Maddie, Kelce, Noah and Julian, and Kelce’s parents. They all smile and laugh when they see the shocked expression on your face, and you barely register the way Connor and Josie run past you to get to Noah. 

“Everyone brought food, so we’ll have enough to go around,” Rafe explains to you, biting down on his lip to hide a smile. 

“Wait, but—” you stutter, searching around the room in hopes that someone will explain, “What’s happening?”

“You have a persuasive husband,” Ward says loudly, earning chuckles from the group. 

You look at Rafe and melt, unable, yet completely willing, to believe that he went to all this trouble just to make you happy on Thanksgiving. 

“Y/N, we know the holidays are important to you,” Scott says, “We’re all sorry we made other plans. Will you still have us?”

You laugh, “I— Of course.” 

Maddie rushes forward and engulfs you in a hug, which is how you wind up letting out a breath of relief as you embrace her. The hugs flow easily then, and you learn that Kelce’s parents had agreed to come to your house instead of hosting their own. Wheezie drove in from UNC — where she’s pursuing her Master’s degree — and Topper decided to stick around because it’s easier to keep Ellie in one place. Your parents and Rafe’s parents delayed their Colorado trip, and every single party ended up making a dish to bring to ensure everyone is fed. 

All at the request of your husband. 

For you. 

The people all flow into the kitchen to set down dishes and get drinks, while you remain rooted in the living room, pouting happily at Rafe. He’s in a polo and his hair is done, and initially, you hadn’t even questioned why he’d been so insistent on everyone getting ready for the holiday. Now, you understand. 

He grins when you cross the room and dive into his arms, holding him close. 

“Thank you,” you whisper into his neck, “Thank you, Rafe.”

He smiles, pressing kiss after kiss to your cheek without a care in the world. 

“Happy Thanksgiving, baby,” he whispers. 

You grin, “I love you so much.”

He chuckles, pulling you back and guiding his lips to yours for a few quick kisses. Then, he loops his fingers through yours and nods toward the kitchen, where the sound of laughter and joy fills your ears and your heart. 

“I love you, too,” he promises, “Let’s eat.”

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Redemption | Chapter 5

BACK IN BLACK

As they started the drive back to the house, Sam finally felt herself starting to calm down, finally compartmentalizing as she had been taught.  Her breathing under control, her heart rate slower, Sam took a deep breath and watched the beautiful scenery of the island go by.  She also started formulating a plan on what she needed to do moving forward.    

Mae glanced over at her passenger.  She knew Sam was up to something in that brain of hers.  Hoping to distract her a little longer, hoping she could stop ‘crazy’ from happening the minute they stepped over the threshold, Mae pondered what she could say to catch Sam off guard.  Throw her a little.  So, she went for the jugular.

“He looked damn good,” Mae said, with a little growl in her voice.

Sam barked out a laugh that ended up in a snort, causing both women to bust out laughing.  “Yeah.  Yeah, he did,” Sam conceded, quietly.  “He definitely filled out those dress blues nicely.”  

“I noticed you guys didn’t talk much,” she fished.

“Nah.  It’s okay.  I did what I came to do,” Sam replied.  The hint of sadness in her voice was different than Mae had heard the past few days.  This sadness had nothing to do with John and everything to do with Steve.  Mae had been there for the four years between the deaths of the Devereauxs and Doris McGarrett.  She had seen what an utter handful Sam and Steve had been together, but they were also so loyal to each other, always looking out for each other, always there when the other needed it.  Mae knew how heartbroken Sam had been when Steve left, when John sent him away.  To Mae, it seemed as if it was a loss Sam never truly got over.

Seeing Sam slip back into a melancholy she was scared would start to consume her, Mae went for another distraction.  “How about we stop at Kimo’s for lunch?  I think we could use the sustenance,” Mae said.

“Sure, Mae, that sounds good,” Sam responded with a small smile.

After lunch at their favorite little café, Mae suggested taking a walk along the beach, once again stalling for time to get Sam’s frame of mind straight.   “Mae, do I really look like I’m in beach walking attire?” Sam asked with a lopsided grin, gesturing to the rather warm dress uniform she was still wearing.  Mae acquiesced. 

“Ah, you’re right.  Sorry.  I imagine you’re a little itchy and probably about to keel over from the heat stroke,” Mae joked.

“Um, yep, pretty accurate,” Sam chuckled as she looped her left arm through Mae’s right.  They made their way to the car and headed for home.

Sam once again couldn’t keep her eyes off the house next door as they passed.  She had come up with a few ideas while at lunch, in between Mae’s constant barrage of stories of old family friends.  Sam knew Mae was trying to distract her.  Sam also knew that Mae knew it wasn’t going to work but she was going to try anyway.  Just another reason Sam loved and revered her Aunt Mae.  The woman didn’t know when to quit, when to take no for an answer and she absolutely refused to give up, no matter what.  I guess that’s where I get it from, Sam thought with a smile.

Once inside the house, Sam made her way upstairs, making excuses about wanting to get changed and rest.  Mae knew better but she was also keenly aware of the fact that not one single thing she said or did was going to change Sam’s mind.  Mae just hoped she didn’t have to arrange to have bail money at the ready before the afternoon was over.

“Well sweetie, if you’re going to lie down for a bit, I think I’m going to make some tea and follow suit, if you don’t mind.  I’m sure if you can’t rest, you’ll find something…constructive to do.”

Sam snickered.  Mae Devereaux would have made a good agent.  Hmm, maybe she had been at some point, given all the traveling she did when Sam was young. I never thought of running her through any databases, Sam thought, only half-jokingly.  But, for the moment, she simply said, “I understand.  It’s been a rough morning.  Get some rest.”  

Mae smiled at her and went into the kitchen, shaking her head and sighing. 

Sam climbed the stairs to her room and peeled off the blazing hot uniform.  Pulling her hair out of the tight, headache-inducing French twist, she put it back into a ponytail.  After throwing on a black ensemble of a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, she changed into her favorite pair of matching boots.  Back in black, Sam thought as she looked in the mirror.  After running an inventory of what she needed through her head, she changed her mind and stripped off the jeans for a more practical pair of cargo pants.  She loaded them up with her lock picks, phone for photos, a small flashlight, and she grabbed her badge just to be safe.  Sliding her Glock into the back of her waistband, pulling her t-shirt over the outline of the gun, she waited until she heard Mae close her door before she left her own room.  Sam quietly went downstairs and walked into the oversized pantry, pulling out a few pairs of gloves.  Mae loved to cook and ate her steak as bloody as the next guy, but she was completely grossed out by actually having to touch raw meat.  Sam said a silent thanks that she always had a bulk supply of food grade, nitrile gloves stashed away.  They were nearly identical to the black latex gloves she had used at crime scenes over the years.

Sam walked out the back French doors, making a beeline for the edge of the fence that separated the Devereaux property from the McGarrett’s.  Sam stuck her head around and made sure the yard was empty and quietly made her way along the fence line, ducking under the police tape on the lanai and knelt at the back door, pulling on the gloves.  She made quick work of picking the lock, silently stepping into the home she knew like the back of her hand.  After all, she had basically grown up in this house, spending just as much time there as her own.

Taking a deep breath, Sam advanced into the den.  A sob stuck in her throat as she stood in the space where John, the man who had saved her life, had lost his in one of the ugliest, most violent of ways.  She felt cold standing there, as if with his death, the warmth that had always wrapped itself around her had died, too.  What had once been her safe space, now, wasn’t.  Victor Hesse took that away.  It was no more evident than the moment Sam’s eyes settled on the wall.  Like a punch to the gut, a wave of nausea swept over Sam as she stared at the blood.  John’s blood.  Before any further invasive thoughts sprung to mind, she was spared by a noise coming from the garage.  Like a flip of a switch, Sam was back in complete control of her faculties.  She yanked off her gloves, stuffed them in her pocket and grabbed her Glock out of her waistband.  

Sam quietly released the safety on the gun and stealthily made her way to the garage door.  Listening carefully, it sounded as though whoever was in the garage was around the Marquis.  She heard the rustle of the car cover being removed.  Man, John loved that car.  She had spent hours with him in the garage after Munich.  John had dragged her into the project, believing that somehow, some way, it would help Sam’s healing begin.  And as usual, John had been right.  They continued to work on the car when Sam would come home for holidays or vacations from LA, hoping they would be able to take it out at some point.  

Shaking the newest flood of memories from her mind to focus on the intruder on the other side of the door, Sam carefully turned the knob.  Praying the door wouldn’t squeak and give away the element of surprise, she slowly swept her eyes over the space.  While the afternoon sunlight poured through the small window on the opposite wall, the garage was still dimly lit.  It took a second for her eyes to focus and once they did, she located the figure of a man crouching down by the work bench. He had his back to her.  Moving in on the target, she was taken by surprise when he swung around, grabbed her and in one swift move, pinned her face first against the Marquis.  Sam countered just as fast and reversed the pin, sticking the muzzle of her gun between the intruder’s eyes before recognition set in.

“Steve! You ass!”  Sam growled.

The surprise was evident on Steve’s face.  But then, for a second, it looked as though…he was having fun.  And sure enough, he gave her his best Cheshire cat grin.

“Good way to get yourself shot, you idiot,” Sam said haughtily as she placed her gun back in her waistband.

“Um, this is my father’s house, so a good way to get yourself shot,” Steve said as he showed her the gun in his hand.  “How the hell did you get in here?”

Sam bit the corner of her lip, as she always did when she got caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar.  Pondering how he would react, she just stuck her right hand into her pocket and held up her lock picks.  Steve’s eyebrow shot up.  Sam rolled her eyes.  “As I was planning on technically breaking and entering an active crime scene, I figured why implicate Mae by asking for her keys.”  Steve looked at her strangely for a brief instant when she said Mae had keys to his father’s house.  Then the SEAL mask was back in place.

The pair just stared at each other for a minute.  It wasn’t awkward, as Sam predicted it would be.  More, bittersweet, she thought.  Sam’s gaze softened and without thinking, grabbed the front of Steve’s shirt and pulled him into a hug, wrapping her arms around his neck.  She was slightly surprised when, without hesitation, Steve wrapped his muscular arms around her torso and hugged her back.  Tightly.

“I’m so sorry.”  Sam whispered, stroking the back of his head.

“Me too.” 

They held on for another moment before breaking the embrace, but remaining in each other’s personal space.  They just looked at each other for another moment before Sam broke the silence and said, “We need to talk.” 

“I know it’s been a long time, and with the way we left things…I wanted to reach out, Sam, really I did.  It’s just…” Steve struggled to find the right words.

“Steve,” she interrupted, placing her fingers on his lips.  It was an innocent gesture that turned into an intimate moment between them neither had been expecting.  Sam swallowed hard before removing her hand from his mouth, continuing.  “Yeah, I want to talk about that, too, but there are way more pressing matters we need to address.  First…”

“Sam, I swear to you, Mae is safe here.”  Steve knew Mae was the only family Sam had left and he would protect that with his life.  In hopes of reassuring her, he continued.  “I will personally see to it that she is watched and protected.  But I promise you, this will not touch her.”

Sam smiled sadly at Steve.  He really had no idea, did he?  Better than anyone, Sam knew he couldn’t promise that.  “So, you’re looking me in the eyes and telling me that Mae is safe?”

“Yes.”

“From Victor Hesse?”  Steve’s eyes widened slightly at Sam’s question, particularly the emphasis on Hesse’s name.  She continued, softly.  “Yeah, I know it was Victor Hesse.”  Tears threatened yet again but these were not tears of grief.  They were tears of fear, of rage.   

Sam could see in his eyes that he was fighting an internal war.  What was it, she wondered as he started to speak.  “You know about Hesse?”

“Yeah, Mac, I know it was Hesse,” Sam confessed.  Steve’s reaction to her childhood nickname for him quickly transformed from playful into one of surprise and something she didn’t quite recognize.  Perhaps it was fear.

“And Anton?” Steve cautiously asked.  “You know…”

“That he’s burning in the deepest layers of hell?  Yeah, I know,” Sam stopped short of saying the sick bastard’s name.  And that was all it took for a tear to escape.  Before either knew it, Steve lifted his hand to cup the side of her face, catching the tear as it slid down her cheek. Before she could stop herself, Sam allowed herself to melt a little into Steve.  Falling completely would not end well, she knew.  He’s a SEAL.  He was only here for a few days to wrap up John’s affairs and then he would go back to traipsing around the world, hunting bad guys while she got on a flight back to LA where she would do the same.  Taking a deep breath, hoping to diffuse the situation before it got to awkward, she spoke, breaking the spell with a silly, flippant question.

“So, didja miss me?”  Sam chuckled, pulling back slightly.  But it was also a sad query – had he ever thought about her?  About them?  Had he missed her, had he tried to contact her, had he even wanted to?  Sam would have settled for anything at this point, which if she was honest, made her feel like a silly little girl.  So, she was taken by complete surprise at his answer.    

“Every day, Sam.  Every damn day.”   The two briefly got lost in each other’s eyes.  Sam’s were full of surprise and bittersweet pain at Steve’s confession while Steve’s were filled with sorrow.  They had lost so much at such a young age, most of all they had lost each other.  He ran his thumb over her bottom lip as he leaned down…

“Hands up, don’t move!” 

Within the blink of an eye, Steve, Sam and some blonde ha’ole had drawn their weapons on each other and the two men engaged in a shouting match.  Sam just stared at Steve when she realized he had flipped her around behind him, in protection mode.

“Boys.”  More yelling.

“Boys!” Sam said, slightly louder.

Enough.  “HEY!!”  Sam yelled.  Silence.  “Hmm, ooh, thought. Why don’t we all show each other our badges and clear this right up?”  The two men looked at her with a look that was a cross between ‘she’s grown a 2nd head’ and ‘that makes sense’.  Sam loudly whispered in Steve’s ear.  “And if you ever pull the soccer mom arm, slash women & children behind the big bad SEAL move on me again, I will throat punch you.”  Steve gave her a dirty look and rolled his eyes. 

The two men went on to argue that neither were putting their guns down.  Sam rolled her eyes, but the truth was, she wasn’t putting her gun down either.  

Finally agreeing to pull out IDs on the count of three, everyone reached for their credentials.  “One.  Two.  Three.”  The blonde was Detective Daniel Williams, Honolulu Police Department.  Aha, Sam thought.  So, this was the guy she planned on giving a hard time after his refusal to give into her request for some interagency cooperation.  Huh, she thought.  Not bad.

“Lieutenant Devereaux?  We spoke the other day, right?”  Danny asked.  Steve shot her a look, which she ignored.

“Yes, Detective Williams.  You were less than inclined to, how shall I say, throw me a bone,” Sam replied playfully.  Danny turned his attention to Steve.

“Listen, I’m really sorry about your father, but you can’t be here right now,” Danny said to Steve.  While they exchanged a few barbs, Sam studied Detective Williams.  Jersey accent.  Tie.  Too much hair product.  She smiled inwardly, thinking how fun he would be to tease and mess with.  He seemed like the kind of cop she would want on her side.  She got a good vibe from him, despite their initial interaction and the current state of affairs.  And he was pretty cute, too.  Before she could get any further with her assessment of the cute cop, Steve grabbed John’s red tool box from the work bench with one hand and Sam’s hand with his other.  

“Leave the box or get arrested,” Danny said.

“All right,” Steve said.  “Gonna call for backup?”

“An ambulance,” Danny replied.  Sam had to duck her head to hide her snicker.  She was surprised when Steve put the box down on the back of the Marquis and looked at her.  She couldn’t read the look on his face.  The way he was staring into her eyes, it was as though he was trying to read her, figure out what she was thinking.  There was a brief moment that passed between them before he spoke.

“Wanna find some trouble, Red?” Steve asked her with a twinkle in his eyes and an incredibly sexy lopsided grin on his face.

“With you, Mac?  Hell yeah,” Sam instantly replied.  She couldn’t help but smirk.  They were settling into their old verbal back-and-forth in less than five minutes, despite being separated for nearly two decades.  How was that possible, Sam wondered.  Yet, it felt good.  It felt right.  It also felt like, all of a sudden, Sam knew her world was going to turn upside down.  Again.  She resumed chewing on the left corner of her lip, unsure of what direction this was going to take her.

Before Sam or Danny knew what was happening, Steve was on the phone with Governor Pat Jameson.  Looking into Sam’s eyes, Steve said, “Governor, I’ll take the job.  No, let’s just say I found some things that changed my mind.”  

“Take the job?” Sam mouthed at him, which simply elicited a wink.  Next thing she knows, she’s listening to him take an oath.  What the hell is going on, she thought.  Steve didn’t break eye contact with her until he hung up the phone and once again grabbed the tool box.  And Sam’s hand.

“Now it’s my crime scene.”  And with that, Steve pulled Sam through the door.  She had the courtesy to at least shrug in empathy and throw a look of apology at Danny, who was standing there with his jaw wide open.  Sam simply stared at the back of Steve’s head as he dragged her out of his father’s house.