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not looking forward to christmas anymore
#ignore me#vent#my post#i was supposed to make the pudding that my mom used to make that she hadnt made in like a decade and i was so excited to#but my grandma practically barged into my room like 'hey give me the pudding mix im anxious i need to make sure this all gets done' and#i dont know how to say no to my grandma so i handed them over but now ive been crying on and off for over 2 hours#my dads like 'oh just do the other steps its fine' no its fucking not. its fucking not fine it was meant to be me#we all had designated foods to fucking make that was meant to be mine. it was my moms fucking recipe i wanted to fucking make it all myself#and i dont care how immature it is of me but im gonna fucking sabotage it when everyone asleep i dont care#ill eat a whole cake all by myself i dont fucking care#yes im actually having a whole breakdown about this this was so important to me and its fucking ruined#i had that pudding mix in my room for over a year waiting to make it#i dont fucking care that theyre gonna be mad at be this wasnt going to be fucking fun anyway#every holiday fucking feels like nothing anymore what does it matter#i wanted to make it so bad i was so excited i wanted to feel connected to my mom again i wanted to do the process#i literally cant fucking do anythijg im so upset#i was literally so close to fucking breaking something or hurting myself earlier im so fucking upset#and i swear on my life do NOT send me messages or asks dont fucking talk to me#alternatively tomorrow i could go to the store myself and get more pudding idk#i refuse to let this be the first time this puddings made in forever and it wasnt made by me you dont fucking get it#its one of the best things ive ever eaten and it was my moms and shes gone and#its part of my fucking childhood memories it was everything to me#my grandma just wanted to make it cause she cant fucking sit still or be patient. wheres the fucking love wheres the fucking connection#the moment the sun rises i dont fucking care im walking the the fucking mile and a half in whatever temperature itll be
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@totallycorrectjediorderquotes Thanks for letting me borrow the quotes! Love your content!
It seemed like clickbait at first, just another Holotuber desperate for their 15 minutes of fame. However, one particularly curious Rodian had clicked on the link while waiting for her lunch at Dex's and the opening lines of the holovid had immediately caught the attention of everyone in her vicinity.
âHi everyone! Iâm Jedi Master Kit Fisto and, with permission of course, Iâm posting this to share some behind-the-scenes clips of the Jedi Council. Most of these are going to have no context, but that makes them funnier. So without any further ado, let me introduce our very own Master of the Order, Mace Windu without any context! Buckle up gentle beings, prepare to have your whole galaxy shaken.â
âIs this real?â A twiâlek whispered from beside her, his eyes impossibly wide. She shrugged. The Jedi were not exactly the most popular beings in the galaxy after all.
The first few seconds were nothing but a black screen before it began shaking and moved to show a round room filled with multiple chairs and large windows, which led to Coruscants skyline, indigoâs had begun to bleed to black. The camera panned to the right in which you could see a hologram of Shaak Ti and Kit Fisto curled up in his chair next to her. Briefly, Adi Gallia and Eeth Koth were in the shot.
Kit looked across the room with a shit-eating grin. âDead Sifo-Dyas? More like kawaii desu baka Sifo-Dyasâ
The camera quickly oved to the left to where Plo Koon had reared back in surprise. Master Yoda was letting out evil cackles while Mace Windu stared with a hard expression. âBlockedâ He threw his hands in the air.
Chuckles and Kitâs pleads filled the room as the camera flipped to show the filmer to be Saesee Tiin. He grinned. âCouncil Session number 21: Kit Fisto gets fucking Removed from the Jedi Order.â
The clip stopped and went to a rainbow screen.
The Twiâlek giggled beside her, his green skin flushing a bit. âWonder what else is in there?â hey shared a look.
The rainbow screen cut to a pair of fuzzy socks padding their way through a hall to a dimly lit kitchen. The sound of kitchen utensils echoed as the filmer peeked around the corner. A chrono displayed the time as 4:12 AM, the year set as 48 BBY. A younger Mace milled around the kitchen in a simple amethyst purple sweater and earbuds. His head bopped softly as me mixed whatever he was making in the bowl.
A young voice came from behind the camera. âMaster⊠what are you doing?â
Mac looked up and removed an earbud. âMaking chocolate pudding.â
The filmer now known as Depa Billaba made small noise. âIt is four o clock in the morning, why on earth are you making chocolate pudding?â
Mace shrugged with a smirk. âBecause Iâve lost control of my life.â
Depa snorted and the camera flipped to show a 16 year old Depa wearing a matching smirk.
A young Mon Calamari cooed and pointed to a drawing on the wall signed DB. âArenât they the cutest? He looks like such a proud dad.â
Another clip began playing, this time it was set during the afternoon, the sun shone through the council chambers windows. The camera panned to show the worried faces of each council member present. Only one seat was empty. A few council members were whispering to each other in concern, eyes constantly going to the doors or the seat. The doors creaked open to reveal Mace rubbing his eyes.
Adi rose a brow and chuckled a bit. âHow long have you been asleep?â
Mace yawned and slumped in his seat. âI was awake for two hours on Tungsdayâ
Adi frowned. A couple muffled âOh Shitâsâ came from the other Jedi. âThat doesn't answer my question... You know its Primeday, right?â
Maceâs reply was cut off.
âThatâsâŠ. very concerning.â
The Mon Calamari nodded. âSounds like a mini coma to me.â
That didnât exactly bode well for the Jedi if they only got rest from sleeping in comaâs.
The camera shook as the filmer seemed to adjust its setting before flipping up to show a med bay where injured clones were resting. Mace was pacing while Obi-Wan Kenobi sat cross-legged on a bed. âLook at me, okay? I canât eat, I canât sleep. Iâm a wreck!â
Obi-Wan smirked a bit but rose an eyebrow.
Mace sighed. âI mean, sure I still look good, but thatâs just genetics.â
The camera panned to where a clone in armour with purple paint sighed and shook his head like a friend watching their friend get back with their ex for the 50th time. âGeneral please.â
Another Rodian snickered at the cloneâs plight.
The camera cut to where Mace and Saesee were laying on their backs, Mace had his legs propped against the wall of the council chambers while Saesee had starfished beside him. âWhat did we learn, Master Tiin?â
Saesee grunted and shrugged. âI have no ideaâ
Mac sighed. âI don't fucking know either. I guess we learned notto do it again.â
Saesee nodded serenely. âYep.â
Mace dragged his hands down his face. âI'm fucked if I know what we did.â
âYes, it's hard to say.â
Mace blew out a breath. âJesus Fucking Christ.â
The Rodian laughed as the clip cut itself off. âOH goodness, I thought Jedi werenât allowed to feel emotion?â
The camera cut to a small group of Masters sitting in a room full of waterfalls and plants: children could be hear giggling in the distance. A small title in the upper corner of the screen read. The Room of A Thousand Fountains.
Eeth was sitting with his arms planted in the grass behind him. âLetâs play truth or dare.â Mace was laying in the grass beside him. He shrugged. âIâll play.â Eeth grinned. âTruth or Dare?â Mace hummed. âTruth.â âWhen was the last time you slept?â Mace blinked. âDareâŠâ âI dare you to go to bed.â âI hate this game.â Suddenly a large cloak was thrown over Mace and one Plo Koon was there the next, a vehement âSLEEPâ hissing out of his mask.
The clip stopped.
The Twiâlek blinked. âI-is that a regular occurrence in the temple?â
A dark room filed with a large holoscreen and multiple Jedi appeared after the previous one. Mace was staring at Anakin Skywalker. He pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. âI'd like to offer you some friendly advice.â
Anakin frowned at him and shook his head. âI don't need your help.â
âConsider it unfriendly advice then, dipshit.â
The clip cut off.
The next video was of Mace walking out of the council chambers. âDo not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I donât answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.â
âMACE NO-â
The clip stopped.
The Rodian stammered. âD-do they get therapy? Do they have time for therapy!?â
Hysterical laughter could be heard as the camera shook. âMace when did you become such a comedian?â The camera moved to show Mace.
âI'm naturally funny because my life is a jokeâ
It suddenly cut to show Depa sneaking up behind Mace with a grin. She held up a finger to her lips before jumping to cover Maceâs eyes with her hands.
âGuess who!?â
Mace startled and reared back slightly. âItâs either my former Padawan or the cold, clammy hands of death.â The filmer snorted.
âItâs Depa!â
âDammit.â
âHe sounded genuinely disappointed then.â
The video was shorter with Mace sitting in The Halls Of Healing. âMaster Windu you need better self-care habits.â A Twiâlek was admonishing.
âSelf-care is drinking 20 cups of Caf and Lightsaber Dueling a Sith Lord.â
The Twiâleks sigh was longsuffering.
The Rodian blinked as the video ended, the next one already loading.
The Mon Calamari whistled. âThe Jedi areâŠ. Different to what I expected.â
The Rodian nodded.
âYeahâŠâ
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happy christmas eve, you lot! iâve got a little present for you. enjoy this 10,5k of nearly divorced harry trying to win his wife and bitter nine year old daughter back. oh and i threw in a little baby goat in the mix too since itâs set in the peak district and i just couldnât resist đ„ł
âPenny for your thoughts.â
He turned to look at her, who was giggling as she leaned closer to him. She was most definitely not a giggler sober, but he found out that a copious amount of alcohol could turn her into one. He felt slightly guilty knowing that she was going to be hungover as hell in the morning, but she was having a great time.
And so was he.
âI was just thinking about how great you are, how lucky I am to be sitting next to you right now and that you need to drink more water because otherwise, youâd be miserable tomorrow,â he says with a smile as he twisted the cap and handed her the bottle of water.
That goofy smile of hers turned into a gooey smile of affection. âThatâs so sweet,â she murmured, taking a gulp of water and handed the bottle back to him so he could take some too. She then tilted her head, giving him a doe-eyed look and asked, âwhat else do you like about me?â
âLetâs see,â he put a finger to his chin and tapped. âWell, I love how kind and inclusive you are, how you always care about people and that you always see the good in everyone.âÂ
Her smile grew sappier.
âOh,â he gave her a sly grin. âI also love that thing you do with your tongue on the underside of my cock.â
She burst out laughing. But then she leaned even closer to him and whispered huskily in his ear, âIâll do that very thing when we get back to the hotel.â
His eyes widened and he wanted nothing more than just to drag her back to their hotel suite and take up on her offer. But heâd promised her that heâd show her around Vegas since sheâd never been before, and he wanted to keep that promise.
âWanna know what I like about you?â She turned to him, still with a gooey smile on her face.
âDo I ever,â he smirked.
âI like that youâre hands down the kindest human Iâve ever met,â she began. âYouâre genuine, and grounded. Funny too. I truly hit the jackpot with you. Iâm the luckiest girl on earth.â
âOh,â she added as an afterthought. âAnd youâre really good with your tongue.â
He wanted to laugh, because she always made him laugh. But he was still stuck on the fact that she thought she was lucky to be with him. He felt exactly the same way about her, like this was always meant to be.Â
âI wasnât looking for this,â he admitted honestly. âI know itâs only been six weeks, but I really canât imagine never having met you.â
âMe too,â her eyes were bright, shining with excitement. âItâs weird, right? Because I swear Iâve never felt such a deep connection with someone this quick.â
âDo you believe in soulmates?â He murmured. âThat thereâs a perfect person for everyone out there?â
She tilted her head. âDo you think thatâs us?â
There was no hesitation in his answer. âI do think that might be us.â
âI think so too,â she said with a tender smile.
This was real.
He was overwhelmed with the understanding that she was his, and he never wanted to let her go.Â
So he suggested what any sane, semi-drunk man would at that moment. âWeâre in Vegas. We should get married.â
***
Harry
Pulling into the drive of what used to be our holiday cottage, but is now where my wife and children live full-time without me, feels strange to me. Thereâs that moment of what feels like a homecomingâthat sense of belonging somewhere where I feel safe, and I know my happiness is inside.
But now, for the first time in ten years, thereâs a sense of detachment that I know Iâve got to put in place. It is why I need to take a moment or two in the car before I walk inside to sort myself out and put on a shield. A shield which lets me walk inside, and be okay with the fact that I donât live there anymore even just for the holidays.Â
This charming little cottage, which canât exactly be called little since it is quite spacious and has three bedrooms, has always been more of a second home rather than a holiday home for us. We used to come here often, sometimes even only for the weekends. Iâve always loved this place. Now, looking back, I realised that many of the happiest times during our marriage were spent in this home.Â
It was where we spent the first few weeks soaking in newlywed bliss after that whirlwind of a trip to Las Vegas when we decided out of nowhere to tie the knot. Then there were the sleepless nights with a wailing newborn, because even though both of our babies were born in London, we always whisked them off here to Bakewell shortly after so we were close enough that both sets of their grandparents could dote on them during the first few weeks of their lives.
After I exit the car, I walk up to the front door and ring the doorbell. I donât feel comfortable walking in as I respect that this is YNâs sanctuary now. The wait isnât long, because in just a few seconds, the door is opened and thereâs my wife, looking like a breath of fresh air.
It had been eight long months since the last time I saw her. Last time was the night when she asked me to leave our marital home, and I fled to LA first thing the next morning. I talked daily with the kids on the phone, but I didnât really recall ever getting the chance to talk to her aside from the quick polite greetings before she handed her phone to the kids.
âHey,â she says, her expression a bit guarded. Iâve missed her so much that it takes everything in me to keep myself from pulling her into my arms and kiss the fuck out of her. âCome in.â
âYou alright?â I ask her as I follow her into the house. This may sound like Iâm just making a small talk, but Iâm not. Iâm genuinely curious and I want to know how sheâs doing.Â
But she doesnât even respond to my question. All I get is a head-tilt motioning towards the kitchen. âTheyâre in the kitchen.â
My gaze immediately lands on the accent table that holds a lot of photos and a key bowl. I silently let out a sigh of relief seeing YN hasnât removed all of the family photos with me in it. Itâs a good sign, but I donât have much hope behind that. Maybe thatâs just her trying to keep everything as normal as possible at home for the kids.Â
My wife and I never had a big fight when we separated. It had been somewhat rational, but still emotional, discussion. She wasnât angry, she was just done. And I didnât fight for her. Instead, yours truly here walked away the next morning and didnât look back.
Iâve done a lot of dumb things in my life. But nothing ever compares to that. That was pretty fucking stupid on my part, and I know Iâll regret it for the rest of my life.
Iâve accepted that maybe this is my punishment for being a shit husband to a wonderful woman who doesnât deserve to be treated like a second best. She did the right thing by kicking me to the curb, and Iâd never resent her for it. If I could turn back time and change everything, I would in a heartbeat. Iâd try harder to be a better husband, a better father, put my family first. But I canât. Now all I can do is just try not to be a dickhead and make things harder for her than it already is. Itâs too late for me to try to be a better husband, but it isnât for me to try to be the best father that my children deserve.Â
I follow my wife through the living room and into the kitchen, and Iâd be dead not to check out her arse in those leggings. Itâs something I quickly avert my eyes from, though, as I realise both of my children are sitting at the kitchen island, eating scones with their tea.Â
George, my six-year-old, is the first to turn his head and hop off from the island stool to jump into my arms. âDaddeeeeee!â
âMy Booger Butt,â I greet my little lad with a smile as I squat down to be on his level before scooping him up into my arms. Booger Butt is one of the countless nicknames I have for him, and one that never fails to make him double over in laughter whenever he hears it. Heâs also Mr Tadpole Climbing a Beanpole sometimes, and he used to be Sir Screams-a-Lot when he was a baby. He thinks theyâre hilarious, and heâd always respond by calling me Baddy Daddy.Â
âIâve missed you so much, Baddy Daddy,â he says sweetly as he nuzzles his head into the crook of my neck and I swear if I donât pull myself together right this second, Iâm going to cry.Â
âIâve missed you more, mate,â I say as I ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek. âI love you.âÂ
My daughter doesnât seem fazed by the father and son reunion behind her and continues munching on her scone without even giving me a glance. With my left arm full of my son, I walk up to her and ruffle her hair just like I did with her little brother. âHey Silly Putty Pudding Pie,â I greet her with one of her nicknames, hoping to get her to laugh. But she ignores me, taking a sip of her brew instead.Â
I donât want to give up, so I lean to the side and bend to put my face close to hers. I try again, âhello to you too, poppet.â
âWhatever,â she mumbles around a mouthful of scone.Â
âMinnie,â YN growls, her tone filled with warning.
This is why I respect YN so much. I hurt her badly, broke her heart, and it wouldâve been so easy for her to use Minnie as a pawn and turn my child against me. But every time, even on the phone, whenever she is present, she never let Minnie be disrespectful to me in any way.
My gaze moves to my wifeâyes Iâm still going to refer to her as my wife since she still is, albeit only on paperâand she gives me an apologetic look. I give a slight shake of my head, telling her silently to let it go.Â
She takes the last bite of her scone and puts the dish in the sink, before walking to the staircase without giving me a second glance. I can see YN trying to hold her tongue from further rebuking our daughter, and I give her a small smile, my silent way of telling her âitâs okay.â
âSorry about that,â she mutters, referring to Minnieâs attitude. She grabs a mug from the cupboard, then holds it up in silent invitation. I nod, and she turns to the pot. âI canât keep up with her mood shifts anymore.â
âItâs alright,â I tell her, willing to take my share of the blame. âIâm sure the shift has everything to do with me.â
âNot true,â she replies as she pours the coffee into our mugs, adding a splash of milk to hers but keeping mine just like that because she knows I take my coffee black. âSheâs been like that with me as well and Iâm not sure why. Sheâs only nine but she acts as if sheâs thirteen already.â
I canât help but laugh and turn to my little lad. âCan you be six forever?â
âNo,â he says immediately without even taking a second to think.
âJust no?â
âNo,â he gives me a toothy grin. âI want a lego city set but mummy said itâs for eight-year-olds. So I cannot wait to be eight.â
I set him on the counter and give him a conspiratorial smirk before I whisper to him. Itâs a little too loud to be considered a whisper, but I want my wife to hear it. âTell you what, weâll get one of those sets tomorrow on our day out.â
His eyes light up instantly and my wife rolls her eyes jokingly, âI hear that.â Jokingly, because I know for sure she doesnât mind me spoiling our children. She does it too.Â
âWhere are you taking them tomorrow?â
âTo your mumâs pudding shop for breakfast, then probably fishing, and the toys shop now apparently,â I tell her our itinerary. I have the kids for the whole day tomorrow since itâs Saturday. Itâs bittersweet because Iâve missed my children and I canât wait to spend time with them, but Iâm also sad because what I wouldnât give to turn tomorrow into a family day out instead. I know she would most likely decline, but I canât help offer her, âwould you like to come with us?â
She gives me a subtle shake of her head. âNo thanks. Enjoy it, itâs your time with them.â
***
Iâm renting a room above The Old Nags Head during my stay here. I plan to stay for a week before I have to go back to London, and even though the thought of having to leave my children again is killing me, Iâm trying to cheer myself up by reminding myself that itâll be Christmas soon enough and Iâll get to visit again.
But then Iâll have to leave again.Â
And visit again, but knowing in just a week or two, I would have to say goodbye to them again.
Fuck, this is killing me. Iâm a family man through and through, and not being with them physically hurts. I shouldnât be in this room sulking alone. I should be there in that home with my wife and children, probably helping Minnie and George with their homework or making dinner for all of us.
I was prepared to sulk some more, but then I heard a knock on the door. I was not expecting company so Iâve got no idea who it is, and Iâm quite surprised when I see Jamie, YNâs brother as I open the door.Â
We were quite close, but now that I broke his little sisterâs heart, I canât tell if this is a pleasant visit or if heâs just here to knock me square on my arse.Â
âGot time for tea downstairs?â He asks
Honestly, I havenât got any appetite. But I could use a few pints so I nod and lock the door behind me, following him downstairs to the pub.Â
The Old Nags Head is the oldest and most famous pub in Bakewell. The pub itself is a former smithy dating back to the 16th century, and certainly looks the part; thick stone walls, low ceilings, welcoming log fires and dark timber beams. The pub remains at the centre of the community, as it has been for hundreds of years. It offers the best classic pub grubs, and even has its own ale called the Nags 1577.Â
Itâs the perfect place to drown my sorrows.Â
Except, the current owner of that very pub happens to be none other than my wifeâs granddad whom everyone here calls Pop. Out of all members of her family, she is the closest to Pop, so I know for sure that Iâm the last person he wants to see.Â
We sit at the bar table facing the window, which is good because Pop is behind the main bar, and this way I donât have to actually talk to him.Â
âYa want owt?â Jamie asks as he does a quick perusal of the menu. Iâm not even sure why he bothers, because even I know what heâs going to order. Itâs Popâs signature steak and ale pie. Ten years of being his brother in law, not once I ever saw him order something else.Â
âJust a pint,â I tell him.Â
It doesnât take long after Jamie orders his food and our drinks before two pints are placed before us, and we each take a savouring sip.
And then Jamie point-blank asks me, âso what did you do?â
I really canât tell anything from his expression, because he keeps his face blank. But I give him a bark of mirthless laughter. âItâs what I didnât do, mate. She didnât say anything?â
âNot a word,â he shakes his head, âwhat didnât you do?â
âI stopped paying attention to my wife. Got caught up in my career. The travelling for tours she understood, but it was when I was home and hanging out more with my bandmates than with my family that she couldnât forgive. And what little time I had left, I gave to Minnie and George. I think I just stupidly assumed she would always be there for me, no matter what.â
âWas there any infidelity?â He asks.
âGod, no,â I shake my head hard. âYou know Iâd never do that to your sister. I love her, and sheâs more than enough for me.â
Obviously, Iâm not going to tell him this, but ironically, our sex life didnât diminish. We were combustible in bed, and my mistake was in thinking that was enough for her.Â
I look at the pudding shop right across the street as I take another sip, and I nearly choke on my beer when I see a familiar face walking out of the shop.Â
âWhat in the ever-loving fuck?â I growl.Â
Thatâs my wife, walking out of her mumâs pudding shop. She is not alone. Thereâs a guy with his hand pressed to her lower back while her head is tipped back, laughing at something heâs saying. I suddenly feel sick to my stomach when the bastardâs palm drops from my wifeâs back to take her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. She smiles, all doe-eyed, as they walk to God knows where.Â
âWhat?â Jamie looks at me confused for a second, but then he follows my gaze and he finally sees whatâs causing me distress. âOh, that.â
âYou knew about that?â
He nods. âSheâs been seeing him for about three weeks now.â
âFuck,â I mutter and pinch the bridge of my nose.
âShe didnât tell you?â Jamie asks and I shake my head.Â
âThree weeks you said?â
Jamie nods again. âHe makes her happy.â
âIâm her husband,â I canât help but say bitterly. âI should be the one making her happy.â
âLook, Iâm sorry mate,â he offers, I know heâs trying his best to keep his tone neutral. âMaybe you need to get back in the dating game too. Itâll distract you.â
âI donât want to fucking date anyone else,â I growl.
âI know itâs hard to get back in the saddle,â he adds sympathetically.
âI donât want to get out of my current saddle,â I grumble. âI want to keep my current saddle with my wife in it.â
Jamie blinks in surprise, hell Iâm even surprised at what Iâve just said out loud because Iâve never admitted this since we split. When YN asked me to leave, I assumed right away that my marriage was over. I didnât want it to, but I thought there was nothing I could do.Â
But now, seeing her laughing at another manâs joke and his hand holding hers, I just know that I canât let her go without a fight.Â
âHave you told her this?â He asks curiously.
I shake my head again. âWe havenât got the chance to have a civil conversation these days.â
âThen I suggest you stop being such a bloody whinge bucket and have a civil conversation with your wife.â
My shoulders immediately sag in defeat. âI know. I need to sit down with her and tell her how I feel.â
âWhich is?â He presses.
âThat I want her back,â I mutter.
âYouâve got to have a better plan than that,â he points out. âI mean⊠Iâm not a marriage therapist, but Iâm pretty sure that youâve got to be prepared to fix the shit first.â
I canât help but tilt my head towards the pudding shop where my wife had just walked out the door. âSheâs moved on. You said it yourself that he makes her happy. Tell me how to compete with that.â
âMake her happier,â he says simply. I can only let out a heavy sigh, but I know that's solid advice. âListen, if you really want to save your marriage, you need to make it work. Romance her again. Lots of flowers, nice romantic dinners out. Compliments, chocolates. All that sort of thing.â
âYou think thatâll work?â
âI donât know,â he answers truthfully. âBut I do know that youâll regret it for the rest of your life if you donât do anything about it.â
***
My emotions are a mixed bag this morning. Donât get me wrong, Iâm excited to spend the whole day with my kids, but the fact that I have just learnt last night that my wife is currently seeing another man doesnât sit right with me.
I know Jamie was right. If I want to save my marriage, I need to get my head out of my arse and do something to win my wife back. Sure, I donât even know where to start since she doesnât give me the time of day. But I do know that starting today, Iâm a man on a mission. Itâs Operation Conquer YN: day 1.Â
Itâs currently 8:40am, which means Iâm twenty minutes early. I hope the kids wonât be ready yet, so Iâll get a chance to talk for a little bit to my wife.
When I ring the doorbell, I can hear George pounding down the stairs, yelling, âI got it!â
The door flies open and he jumps into my arms right away. My little lad truly misses me, and it really does warm my heart. Now, I love my children equally, but before I got here yesterday, I thought Minnie would be the one to jump all over me since sheâs a daddyâs girl through and through, while George has always been a mummyâs boy since the day he was born.Â
But again, I shouldâve known. Since YN and I split, Minnie sort of puts herself in her mumâs corner. Every time I actually got the chance to talk to her on the phone when I was still in LA, it was always extremely short before she quickly handed her mumâs phone to her little brother. I try not to take her behaviour to heart, because I guess itâs what nine-year-olds do when they donât quite understand why their parents arenât together. They just need someone to blame, and my daughter is way more mature than her age. Sheâs bloody smart too, which she definitely takes after her mum, and I know that she knows itâs my fault that her mum and I separated.
Now that I think of it, itâs not just my wife that I desperately need to win back. But also my daughter.
âDaddy!â George chirps. Heâs got a milk moustache and the sight never fails to get me to chuckle. âYouâre early.â
âI know,â I reply with a tender smile. âI just canât wait to spend the day with you lot.âÂ
âIâm going to get ready!â He announces excitedly as he squirms in my arms wanting to be put down, and he runs up the stairs before I can even reply.
I look around, and my gaze lands on the sofa, a hazel leather sofa that YN picked out. Itâs so comfy and I could nap there forever.
Then thereâs the coffee table, where YN, Minnie, George and I sat around and played board games. Catan is our familyâs favourite, followed closely by Monopoly.Â
The corner where we always put the Christmas tree, right next to the fireplace. And every year it didnât matter how hard I tried, I could never get the bloody thing to stay straight.Â
I miss this little cottage. Sure, the house in South Kensington is our marital house, but this cosy little cottage in the middle of nowhere feels more like home to me. And now I truly get why YN was so adamant to move here permanently after we separated, didn't matter how hard I tried to persuade her to stay in London.
âYouâre early,â my wife blinks in surprise, but quickly masks it. âMinnie darling, go and get ready.â
âDo I really have to go?â My nine-year-old whines and I feel a pang. She really doesnât want to spend time with me.
âMinnie, thatâs not nice,â YN reprimands her before I can stop her.
âIâve missed you, poppet,â I say, wanting to look at her in the eyes but she refuses to meet my gaze. Which hurts, but itâs fine. I know itâll take some time for her to warm up to me. âI want to spend the day with you and your brother. I promise Iâll try to make it fun for you both.â
âFine,â she replies, before marching up the stairs to her room. Thereâs still a hint of sulkiness in her tone, but at least I didnât get a heavy sigh. I know itâs a small win but honestly, itâs better than none.
âCoffeeâs in the pot,â she tells me politely from where sheâs sitting at the island. She has her laptop open before her, and I can see her writing an email. I bet sheâs working today, even if itâs Saturday, because my wife is such a hard-worker. She works remotely for a consulting firm and Iâm beyond proud of her.
I nod and pour the coffee, and I let the silence carry on for a bit before saying, âsaw you getting cosy with your new boyfriend last night.â
She instantly looks up from her laptop, giving me a death glare. Her tone is defensive when she says, âthatâs none of your business.â
âYou couldâve at least told me that you were seeing someone,â I tell her, making elaborate gestures with my coffee mug.
âWhy would I do that?â She retorts defensively. âLast time I checked, you didnât give a shit about me when we were married. Why on earth would I assume you do now?â
Hearing that, it feels like Chuck Norris himself just kicked me in the nuts. I can only mutter, âweâre still married.â
âNot for long,â she replies faintly.
âDonât say that,â I say, my breath a little jagged. âWe can still fix this, darling. I know we can.â
âAre you mad?â She snaps, but then she takes a deep breath, and her tone is a lot calmer when she adds, âHarry, itâs too late.â
âNo, itâs not. Itâs never too late to get our marriage back on track,â I plead desperately. âWould you at least give me a shot?â
âWhat do you mean?â She frowns.Â
âYou can continue to see Mr Wife-stealer-â
âHeâs not a wife-stealer,â she snaps, cutting me off. âHeâs got a name.â
âWell, heâs stealing my wife,â I grumble like a stroppy child.
âYouâre being such a child,â she retorts. âHis name is Luke, heâs a decent guy, and he makes me happy.â
âIâm not afraid to go head to head with him,â I say defiantly.Â
âFuckâs sake, Harry, weâre not on a bloody Love Island,â she says in exasperation. âTwo children are involved here, this isnât a game.â
âI know it isnât,â I reply with a sigh. âJust please give me another shot, darling. Let me remind you how great we were together.â
âYou mean the sex?â She demands, one side of her upper lip curls in a sneer. Â
I bend my head and murmur, âwe were dynamite in the sack, werenât we?â
I see the flash in her eyes as she remembers, and it makes me want to beat my chest in victory. But the euphoric feeling is short-lived when she says, âa relationship is so much more than just sex. If you donât understand it then-â
âI do, fuck, I do know that,â I cut her off in a strangled, desperate voice. âAt least let me try, darling. Fuck if Iâm letting you go without a fight.â
We lapse into silence as she gives me a sceptical look, and I know in this moment that my biggest challenge is to regain her trust, as well as accepting the fact that she has someone else fighting for her attention.Â
I know this will be tough, because I let her down over and over again. And worse, I let my children down too, because I was never quite able to make my family my highest priority. It was all my fault, I knew it then, still do now. Thatâs why when she asked me to leave, I couldnât even argue. I was a shit husband and father, and I deserved that.
Trying to win Minnie is probably going to be the easiest because beneath this âtweenageâ attitude going on, I know she is a sweet girl who loves her daddy. I need to devote more attention to her, maybe take her on some daddy-daughter dates. I know itâll work because Iâve never given her enough on a consistent basis.Â
YN is going to be the most difficult, because I really broke her heart. Iâve been married to her for ten years, so I can say with confidence that I know for sure she would never fall for things like flowers or gifts. I have to show her that I genuinely want to fix our marriage, and that my interest in her is real. Itâll be like starting all over again.Â
And on top of that, sheâs seeing someone else and she said it herself that he does make her happy. I know sheâs not lying about it, as Jamie also told me the same thing last night and I saw with my own eyes how she laughed with him last night. Seeing that killed me, because I donât have the ability to make her laugh like that anymore, but I couldnât deny that there was a small part of me that was happy for her.
She may have sneered when I insinuated Iâd be glad to remind her of the good times, but I saw it in her eyes. There was still a slight burn, and that might just have to be my angle.Â
But then I remember our last time together. It was only two days before she asked me to leave and I remember coming home mid-morning after a meeting with my manager and publicist to find her lying in our bed, clad in sexy lingerie. I had my mouth on every inch of her, a good deal of time between her legs, and after she reciprocated by taking me into her mouth.
The kids were in school, and apparently, she took a sick day because I had told her the night before that I only had one meeting in the morning that day. After, she cuddled in close, and we talked for a while. She seemed happy, but then there was a hint of hesitation in her voice when she suggested, âfancy just spending all day in bed until school pick-ups?â
I mean, what man in his right mind would say no to that? The kids were gone for at least another five hours, I had a gorgeous wife naked and wanting more of what we just didâŠÂ
Yet, Iâd said no. âSorry, doll. Iâm meeting the lads at the studio in about an hour.â
I didnât see it then, but I do now and itâs clear as day. The look on her face had been blank, and there wasnât even disappointment like she would usually show me. She hadnât tried to get me to change my mind. There hadnât been a guilt-laden frown to give me pause.
I realise now what it was.
It was the moment my wife finally gave up on me.
My chest constricts as it finally dawns on me the pain she must have been feeling. Iâm not just talking about that day. That had been our life for several years.
No wonder she asked me to leave.
No wonder sheâs moving on with Mr Wife-stealer.
No wonder that, at this moment, I realise Iâve got tons of work to do because sex isnât going to be the answer in winning my wife back.
***
âWill the baby just eat when you give it the bottle?â Minnie asks her uncle Jamie as the four of us gaze at the baby goat in front of us. For the first time since yesterday, I actually see the slight curve up of lips that form a fond smile. Seeing that smile on my daughterâs face, Iâm glad we didnât go fishing and end up going to the barn instead. We were actually already on our way, but Jamie texted me that the mother goat had given birth this morning, and he wanted me to tell Minnie and George. The goats are a new addition to the farm, so they have been so excited to see baby goats. I knew from the look in their eyes that they would have a much better time seeing baby goats rather than fishing.Â
It turns out that thereâs only one baby goat, because the other one sadly didnât make it. And the dam isnât producing milk, so the kid needs to be bottle-fed until the mother is producing again. I canât help but smile fondly at the baby goat too because itâs adorable. Itâs a soft little white goat with a pink nose and ears. The dam is a Pygmy but since it has blue eyes, Jamie thinks she must have Nigerian Dwarf genes somewhere in her.
âItâs a female⊠a doeling,â Jamie tells her. âAnd she will if sheâs hungry. You want to try to feed her? Look, sheâs hungry again.â
We watch for a moment as the baby goat walks on wobbly legs, bleating in hunger. Jamie mixes the powdered formula and makes a bottle for her, then he hands the bottle to Minnie.
But Minnie shakes her head. âMaybe next time. I want to see you do it first.â
âAlright then,â Jamie nods, then turns towards my little lad. âHow about you, mate? Wanna feed her?â
âNo thank you,â says George as he shakes his head, and then he giggles, âshe smells funny.â
âCan I do it?â I ask and Jamie nods as he hands me the bottle.Â
I sit down against the wall with my children sitting on either side of me. And as if the goat can sense that I hold the key to filling her empty belly, the doeling starts to prance in excitement and falls over a few times due to what I assume is clumsiness. I love that she can walk normally but still choose chaosâhonestly, she couldâve been my third child. Thereâs no stopping the surge of fondness that swells within me as I watch her little antics.Â
âCome here little crumpet,â I coo at the goat.
The little goat scrambles right onto my lap, bleating hungrily. I wrap my arm around her and tip the bottle. She latches on instantly, and Minnie and George are aww-ing and ooh-ing over the way the baby goatâs little tail swishes back and forth so fast in ecstatic happiness as she drinks her milk.Â
âYouâre a hungry little thing, arenât you?â Minnie murmurs and the little tail swishes faster as she pushes at the bottle to suck the milk down faster. âWhatâs her name, uncle Jamie?â
âI havenât named her yet,â Jamie says. âWhat do you lot think we should call her?â
âBlue,â George suggests instantly, without looking away from the baby goat on my lap.Â
âOoh, I like it,â Minnie adds. âLike her eyes.â
âBlue it is, then,â Jamie grins. âNow, even though the dam is still not producing milk, we still need to train her to at least try to nurse, so sheâll do it right away when the dam is finally producing milk. Letâs see if we can get her to try to eat from the dam.â
He plucks the baby from my arms, and a series of yearning bleats come from the kid as he carries her to her mother. He places her near the damâs udders and gives the baby a gentle push.
Much to our surprise, Blue spins away from Jamie and her mother and runs back to me. Although in all fairness, I am holding the bottle she was just drinking from. Jamie attempts three more times to get the baby to try to nurse from her mother, but sheâs having none of it.Â
Finally, he takes the bottle from me and walks across to the opposite wall. He sits down, holds the bottle out, and calls to the doeling. âCome here, baby. Come eat.â
Blueâs tail gives a few nervous twitches, but she doesnât move towards Jamie. In fact, she takes a few hesitant steps backwards until she bumps into my legs. Iâm amazed as I watch her stare hungrily at the bottle, bleating hungrily, but refusing to go to Jamie.
âDaddy, she thinks youâre her mummy,â says George and both my children burst in laughter.
âWhat?â I say in astonishment.
âI donât think that doeling is going to feed from anyone but you,â Jamie adds with a chuckle as he stands up. He walks over and hands me the bottle. Blue jumps directly into my lap.
On autopilot, I offer the goat the nipple but look up to Jamie in panic. âWhat should we do?â
âDunno, Iâll just try and do it when sheâs hungry again in a few hours,â he shrugs. âBut if she still doesnât wanna eat, Iâll bring her to you.â
Any last vestiges of humour, happiness and downright giddiness over the cuteness of a baby goat fades as I realise I might or might not have just added another task to my list. Heavens help me.
***
âLetâs have a daddy and daughter date tomorrow.â
Itâs a solid suggestion, and I really hope sheâd say yes. Her little brother has his classmateâs birthday party to go to, so I know itâd be perfect for a little one-on-one time.Â
Weâre on our way back home after spending a whole day together. It was great, and even though I didnât have happy-go-lucky Minnie, George had a great time, and it was enough for me. And at least she didnât ask to go home early, so Iâd call that a win.
âNo, thanks,â she replies. Thereâs still not a hint of sulkiness in her tone, but it doesnât sound technically warm either.Â
I glance over through the rear-view mirror as she stares out the window with her arms folded. Her brother is sleeping next to her, and I figured this might be a good time to talk since sheâs trapped in the car with me.
Everyone always says that Minnie is a mini-me, while George is a carbon-copy of his mum. Minnie has my nose, eyebrows, chin, even my smile; which is slightly lopsided and has a dimple on one side. I know Iâm biased, but she truly is the most beautiful little girl Iâve ever seen.
Where Minnie shines, though, is her personality, which is a combination of her mum and me. She has her mumâs sunny dispositionâaside from the days where sheâs got a bag onâand always sees the good in everyone. Sheâs our little ray of sunshine, tender and caring and always trying to make others feel good.
From me, she gets her stubbornness, which even though I know is a good trait to have when sheâs older, it made things so much harder when she was a toddler. She also has my terrible sense of humour, but the thing Iâm most proud of is her work ethic. I canât take full credit for that though, because her mother is a hard worker as well.
Ever since she started distancing herself from me, I know which subjects are safe, and which are not. School always falls in the safe category, because she enjoys it and excels. So I figure now thatâs where I should start. âHowâs school going?â
âAlright,â she replies, still looking out the window.Â
Now, this really doesnât sound at all like my daughter.
âCome on, Min,â I say desperately. âTell daddy whatâs been eating you. I canât help if I donât know what it is.â
âItâs nothing, Iâm fine,â she says absently.
âDo you want to go and get some ice cream with me tomorrow?â That was our thing at least once every two weeks and she loved it.
âNo, thank you.â
âIce skating?â
âNo, thank you.â
âOh I know,â I say excitedly. âIâve got a show in London in a couple of weeks, Jingle Ball. Do you want to come with me?â
Minnie has always been my biggest fan, clapping the hardest and yelling the loudest for her daddy. So it really takes me by surprise when she mutters, âshows, shows, shows⊠thatâs all you care about, dad.â
I twist to peer out my window so she doesnât see the wince that comes unbidden to my face if she looks through the mirror. That was a direct slam against me.Â
That really does hurt, and I rub at the throb of pain behind my breastbone.
âThatâs not true,â I reply faintly.Â
âDid you care about my last ballet recital?â
Early this year, Minnie had a ballet recital. She was so excited about it because I had just finished my tour in December last year, and Iâd already told my management that I would like a couple of months off. There was no reason for me not to attend, so I promised her Iâd be there.
Except at the last moment, I realised I had forgot to switch an important meeting I had with the team from the new Manchester Arena. Since I invested in it, we had a meeting every few months because I said right from the beginning that I would take more than just a capital interest. I wanted to be involved in the development, because that was a huge project and I was really proud of it.Â
YN was in charge of our schedule and when she reminded me about the recital, which conflicted directly with my meeting, we ended up getting in the worst row weâve ever had throughout our marriage.
âYouâre going to let our daughter down in a way she wonât forgive,â she stated.
I refused to believe that, brushing off her comment with âIâll take her out for something special later.â But my wife turned and stalked away from me.Â
That day, the meeting went great and the construction was almost done a few weeks earlier than intended, so there was an option if we wanted to open sooner. YN sent me a text with a video of Minnieâs performance, and it was beautiful. I was such a proud dad that I showed the video to everyone in that room.Â
When I got home, my wife and children cuddled on the sofa, watching a film. George was snoozing with his head on his mumâs lap on the far end, so I plopped myself down beside Minnie. I tugged on her hair playfully, and asked if she wanted to go out to a special daddy-daughter dinner to celebrate her recital.
âNo, thank you,â she replied quietly, not taking her eyes off the telly.Â
âCome on, poppet,â I coaxed, trying to tickle her in the ribs a little. She only squirmed closer to her mum, not laughing from the tickle but grimacing like she didnât want to be touched.
YN stared over Minnie with sorrow in her eyes. She gave a tiny shake of her head, but I wasnât ready to give up.Â
âThe Ivy?â I tried to tempt her because my kid loves chips, and sheâs obsessed with their truffle and parmesan chips.
âNo, thank you,â she muttered again, her head resting on her mumâs shoulder and her arm crossed over her middle. YN cuddled her with an arm around her shoulder. It had been clear that they were a unit, and I hadnât been included.
âMinnie decided she wants to stop ballet lessons, so that was her last recital.â
âOh,â Iâd replied dumbly.
I couldnât think of another damn thing to say because to do so would be disingenuous. Thereâs no doubt I killed my daughterâs potential love of ballet by not coming to her recital. I knew that because of YNâs expression of disappointment and Minnieâs dull dismissal.Â
Later that night, I walked by Minnieâs room and glanced in as the door was slightly open. I had bought her a bouquet of flowers that I gave her before I left for my meeting, and I saw that theyâd been stuffed into the bin beside her desk.
I blink out of that memory, feeling the heavy weight of guilt. âOf course I did, my love. If I knew-â
âBut not enough to come,â she replies dully. âAnd what about my debate competition? Georgeâs piano recital? You showed up to none of them.â
I sigh heavily. âMinnie, a lot of parents have demanding jobs where theyâre required to work or travel more than others. Sometimes A&E doctors have to work on Christmas and cannot see their children open the presents. Sometimes, a firefighter has to leave their house at night and canât tuck their kids in bed.â
âI understand that,â she whirls and looks at me through the rear-view mirror. âExcept youâre not saving lives or fighting fires, are you? You just get up on a stage and sing.â
âIâm a terrible dad, arenât I?â I concede. âI know Iâve done things wrong in the past, but Iâm trying to make it up to you, poppet. But I canât do it if you wonât let me.â
She doesnât say anything and itâs killing me. âYou know I love you, right?â
âI know,â she rushes to assure me and I feel a little lighter. My daughter may act like a tween and have some bitter feelings towards me, but she loves me.Â
âI donât like seeing you like this,â I continue. âTell me how to make it up to you and Iâll do it. I want things to be good between us again.â
Her eyes flare with shock, and then they dart away as if sheâs considering something. I wait expectantly. Maybe sheâs going to finally open up and pour out her feelings for me. Iâm ready for it.
Iâm ready to listen, and validate, and reassure her that she, along with her mum and brother, are the loves of my life.Â
Her gaze comes back to me, her expression serious, and I brace.
âCan we get a puppy?â
What?Â
Thereâs no stopping the unlocking of my jaw and the dropping of my mouth because this was the last thing I expected her to say.Â
Iâm so caught off guard that I canât even think to immediately tell her ânoâ, which gives her time to launch into all the reasons why we should have a dog.
âMinnie, puppies are a lot of work. Youâve got to potty train them, teach them manners, and they get up for hours at night.âÂ
âI promise Iâll do all that,â she exclaims.
âLike how you were supposed to take care of Fishy?â I canât help but remind her. Fishy was her goldfish that we had to throw a funeral for a few years ago because she forgot to feed him. That poor sod died of hunger.
Minnie rolls her eyes. âI was six.â
Sheâs got a point.
Still, itâs obvious part of her request is manipulation because she threw it at me when I opened myself up to vulnerability. She knows Iâm trying, and sheâs throwing me a clear bone.
Get her a puppy, and all will be forgiven.
âTell you what,â I look over my shoulder after I parked the car since weâve reached home. âI promise to think about it, and Iâll talk to mummy.âÂ
âReally?â She bounces in her seat in excitement.
âWeâll talk about it,â I reiterate in a calm, even voice. But thereâs no stopping her excitement. The fact that Iâm willing to consider is a huge victory for her because she knows that when I make my mind up about something, I never change it.Â
I open the door for her, and she is quick to unbuckle herself and throws herself at me.Â
Iâm so surprised at the spontaneous act of affection that I almost donât hug her back. Itâs been so long since sheâs shown this to me, and itâs the best feeling in the world.
I squeeze her tight, and I can only hope that my darling girl will always love her daddy the way she does right now.Â
George doesnât even stir as I pick him up, and I tuck him in his bed straight away since I donât want to wake him up. He must be tired, and good thing Iâve fed them both dinner.
Minnie even gives me another hug before she gets ready for bed, and that results in me having a permanent smile on my face even as I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen to see my wife.Â
âSheâs chirpy,â YN comments when she sees me walking into the kitchen. âWhat did you do?â
âGot her to talk to me,â I smirk.Â
She looks surprised, and well, I canât blame her. âDid she?â
âShe did,â I nod. âPointed out all my flaws, and when I asked her how I could make it up to her, she asked for a puppy.â
âWhat?â
âExactly my reaction,â I chuckle.Â
âBoy, if sheâs this good at emotional blackmailing at nine, weâd probably be in deep shit in a couple of years,â she jokes and I canât help but laugh.Â
Iâve missed this.
âWill you go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?â I blurt out before I can stop myself.Â
âI canât.â
âWhat? Got a hot date already?â I ask teasingly, but her silence tells me what I donât want to know. âOh, youâre going out with him.â
âMr Wife- I mean Luke asked me out first and I already said yes.â
I shouldnât be laughing because the fact that my wife going on a date with another man is not funny at all, but itâs hard to hide my smirk when she almost calls him by the nickname Iâve given him, Mr Wife-stealer.Â
âWell, fair enough. He asked you first,â I say nonchalantly. âWhat does he do?â
âHeâs an A&E doctor at the Northern General,â she says, her tone lightens a little.
âSmart then isnât he,â I mutter.Â
âYes. Heâs smart, attentive, caring and generous with his time.âÂ
I keep my expression and tone bland, but she landed a direct blow there and it fucking hurts. âAll the things Iâm not,â I state, voicing the conclusion she was aiming at.
âWell,â she drawls with a tiny bit of sympathy. âI do think youâre smart.â
I give her a side eye-roll before I decide to be downright nosy and ask, âyou canât have been on many dates then?â
âTrue,â she chirps, a gleam in her eye as she sticks the knife in. âHe is busy and his schedules are unpredictable. But when heâs gone, he makes sure I know Iâm always on his mind. He sends me flowers for absolutely no reason other than because he wants to, calls me every day and we text all the time.â
Well, sodding fucking bollocking shit wank. I didnât think YN would fall for that crap. And I realise⊠I never thought to do that stuff for her. I was the self-absorbed type of person who figured that my wife knew I thought about her all the time when I was away. I mean we were married, so I just assumed she knew.
Iâm a shit head.Â
âWhat else does he do for you?â I ask and she blinks in surprise.
âWhy?â She asks suspiciously.
âI told you I want our marriage to work.â
Her eyes narrow slightly, trying to read my tone and see whether Iâm being genuine or itâs just bollocks. Finally, she replies primly, âIâm not giving away his secrets.â
What the fuck does that mean? Have they shagged? I would bet a million pounds they had not though, because I know YN and she wouldnât enter into that deep of a relationship lightly.
Without even thinking twice, I make a sudden step into her. My arm goes around her waist and I pull her body into me. Not a single inch of space between us. Her mouth opens in a gasp of surprise, and I use the opportunity to kiss her.
I kiss the fuck out of my wife.
Her hands slap against my upper arms, and her fingers dig into my sleeves. Even as sheâs pushing me away, her mouth opens, and her tongue touches mine briefly.Â
When I pull back, I ask, âdid he kiss you like this?â
She shakes her head, breathlessly admitting, âwe havenât-â
My jaw drops. âAre you joking?â
âIâm not,â she murmurs.
âHow long exactly have you been seeing him?âÂ
âAbout four weeks.â
âHoney, heâs rooting for the other team,â I tell her and she slaps my arm.Â
âSod off, heâs not,â she counters.
âFour weeks with the hottest, most gorgeous, shaggable woman and he hasnât tried to kiss you? I mean not that Iâm not grateful because, fuck, I am. But wow.â
âOf course he did try,â she rolls her eyes. âBut Iâm not ready for that, and heâs okay with us taking it slow.âÂ
For a second I donât say anything in response. Instead, I loosen my hold, bringing my hand to her lower back, and cupping her intimately from behind. Moaning, she leans into me. âIâm guessing he hasnât touched you like this then.â
She doesnât answer. Instead, she lets her eyelids flutter closed as her teeth bite into her lower lip.
Fuck. I could drag her to the floor right now, and we could go at it.
But then she comes to her senses, blinking rapidly, and I release her immediately when she gives me a tiny shove backwards.Â
âYouâre not playing fair,â she accuses.Â
Damn right Iâm not. I grab her upper arms, pull her back into me for one last kiss before I let her go just as quickly. âIâm playing to win.â
She takes a step back, brushes a wisp of hair from her temple, and puts on a cool expression. âThatâs not going to make me take you back.â
I smirk.
She waves a dismissive hand. âDonât get me wrong. Youâre great with your hands and your mouth, but a lot of men know how to please a woman.â
Sheâs got a bonus point for trying to make me jealous, but Iâm not falling for it. Instead, I give her a devilish smile and dip my head towards her.Â
âThatâs true, but no one will ever please you the way I can.â
Iâm enjoying our banter, and I expect her to come up with a snappy retort that might make me kiss her again.
Instead, her expression is sad when she says, âI wish I could be happy with that.â
My heart squeezes, and I lift a hand to palm the side of her neck. I wait until she meets my gaze. âWeâre more than just sex, darling. I know you need and deserve more. Iâm ready to prove that to you.â
I lean in, pressing my lips to her forehead.Â
She doesnât respond as I pivot and head through the living room, letting myself out the door.Â
All in all, I think that went very well.
***
Iâm back at my wifeâs cottage, waiting for my kids as they get ready upstairs. Minnie has finally agreed to go on a daddy-daughter date and George is going to an overnight sleepover birthday party, and Iâll drop him off at his classmateâs house before I take his sister out to dinner. Iâll make sure to make it up to him by taking him on a special one on one date too next week.Â
Thereâs a light rap on the door, and my head swings that way. I have no doubt that itâs Mr Wife-stealer whoâs going to take my wife out on a date.
I glance towards the master suite, but the door is closed. YN is probably putting on the finishing touches of her makeup. And the kids are still upstairs.
Nothing left to do but let him in.
Forcing a smile, I open the front door. He blinks in surprise to see me standing there, and I know Iâve got two options here; I could either easily dispel the awkwardness by being cool, welcoming and explaining our schedules happened to overlap.
Or⊠I could use whatever amount of alone time I have with him to instill some doubt inside his head.
That would be a dirty play, but as I have told my wife, I play to win.
Broadening my smile, I stick my hand out. âYou must be Luke. Iâve heard a lot about you. Iâm Harry.â
He seems momentarily frozen, but then basic manners take over. When he shakes my hand, itâs a bit limp, perhaps denoting a lack of confidence. After I release him, I bid him entrance with a sweep of my hand. âYN is in the bedroom. Sheâs still getting ready.â
Luke frowns over the fact that I know YN is in the bedroom. Probably over me even being here to talk to him. But I donât dispel any innuendo he might glean from that.
I loop an arm around his shoulders, clamp down, and start guiding him to the kitchen. âCome on in and sit for a bit while sheâs finishing up. Want a beer?â
Luke moves to one of the island stools, looking completely frazzled. âUh⊠no, thank you.â
I shrug, moving to the fridge and opening it. Grabbing a bottle, I say with a sly grin as I close it. âSo glad YN still stocks my favourite beer.â
I am so going to hell.
But thatâs the truth. Itâs my wifeâs favourite beer, too, but I don't tell him that. Instead, I let the implication that I come over and have beers often. Lukeâs frown deepens.
âYN tells me you work at the Northern General?â I take a sip of my beer, then lean my forearms on the island directly across from him so weâre eye level.
âYeah⊠uh, thatâs right.â Poor Luke. He seems incapable of carrying on a polite conversation with the husband of the woman heâs dating.Â
But Iâm going to give him a pass. Setting my beer down, I straighten. âLet me go tell YN youâre here.â
âUm⊠you donât have-â he starts to say, but I move past him without a backward glance. Through the living room, down the small hall, and a hard left takes me to the master suite. The doorâs closed. I donât bother knocking because I know YN is dressed.
I find her in the ensuite, her makeup drawer open and sheâs huddled over it, touching something inside.Â
âYour dateâs here,â I announce.
She lets out a yip of fright, shoving whatever it was in her hand to the back and slamming the drawer closed.Â
âDamn it, Harry,â she snaps, her palm pressed against her heart. âYou scared the hell out of me. And what are you doing in my room?â
âJust running an errand for you. Wanted to let you know your date is here,â I say casually and I give her a mischievous grin. âDonât worry, I welcomed him in, offered him a drink, and made small talk.â
She rolls her eyes, rising from her vanity chair and moves past me without another word. I start to follow, but then I hesitate and turn back to the drawer of her vanity. Quietly, I pull it open as far as it will go, spotting a picture of YN and me stuffed in the back.
I recognise it. Itâs from a trip we took to Anguilla a few years back, just the two of us, and fuck if we didnât look happy and deeply in love.
Was that what she was looking at when I walked in?
That could be good or bad, but either way, no way to know the answer. I shut the drawer, then catch up to her as sheâs moving through the living room. Luke sees her, sliding off the stool. When she holds out her hands, he takes them and leans in to kiss her on the cheek.
Lame.
I sit on the armrest of the sofa, watching. Luke glances over YNâs shoulder at me as he pulls back, smiling victoriously.Â
I just smirk back. Because heâd probably lose it if he knew the type of kiss I gave my wife just last night. But Iâll keep that information to myself, though.
YN grabs her handbag off the accent table near the staircase before addressing me. âMake sure Minnie locks up when you leave, and remind George Iâll pick him up at ten tomorrow morning.âÂ
I give her a jaunty salute. âAye-aye, Captain.â
In return, I get another eye roll.Â
Luke puts his hand on my wifeâs back, shooting me a look that says, âsheâs mine tonightâ, and I want to punch his teeth down the back of his throat. I just smile blandly, because, in just a few minutes of talking to him and watching how they interact, I can tell heâs getting nothing more than a friendly kiss when he brings her home.
YN might want to keep pushing at that relationship, but I am willing to bet that itâs not going to go anywhere. I know this, because Iâm sure that my wife is still in love with me.Â
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Disaster of the season Part 2 (Colin B. x Reader)
Disaster of the season Part 2 /Final Colin Birdgerton x Reader Warnings: none
Four times when you embarrass yourself in front of the ton and one time when Colin decides you are the one for him.
III.
Despite your promise to not show yourself again in this season, you find yourself at a Ball in a new, pastel-colored dress. After your last disaster, your mother had to console your sorrow for days to make you leave the bed, and in the end, they had to call over Eloise to chase you out of your room.
The only reason you come is Prince Friedrich. Â Of course, not because you want something from the young Prince, but because if he is here, no one will talk about you.
People look at your way as you walk in beside your parents, but they donât give you more attention.
âYou see?â Your mother asks you with a victorious smile. âI told you.â
âGreat, mother,â you sigh at her childish behavior but canât help and smile at her.
âGo and have fun.â
You gulp at the thought. Oh, yeah. Fun. Because you've had so much fun in this season already.
You grab a glass of juice to busy yourself with something while you walk around the ballroom.
âMiss Y/L/N,â Colin says your name to grab your attention from your thoughts.
âMr. Bridgerton,â you smile at the young man stopping in front of you.
âHow are you?â He asks. âWhen I didnât see you, I was worried you got sick.â
âIâm fine,â you reassure him. âI just needed a push to leave the house.â
âAnd the push was my sister, I assume?â
âWho else?â
âIâm glad she was successful. She is here somewhere with Penelope.â
âI will find them eventually,â you answer with a nod. You are sure you will hear the brown-haired girl's dissatisfaction soon enough.Â
âWould you like to join me for a walk until then?â Colin asks you, offering his arm.
âThank you,â you smile at him gratefully, accepting his gesture.
The night goes uneventfully. You donât fall out of the window or bleed out in front of everyone. Itâs a success.
Until now.
You can see Cressidaâs swoon from the front row. Everybody gasps worriedly around you as the young woman falls into the Princeâs arms. Soon you can hear Daphneâs voice behind you, then it happens. She giggles at the girlâs obviousness, and you canât help but laugh too.
Loudly. Clearly.
You gasp at your own reaction, trying to hide your uncontrollable giggles, which burst out of you in waves. People start to glance at you, confused.
âGo out,â Daphne whispers to you, seeing your problem. She tries to suppress her own giggles with better success than you.
Colin grabs your arm gently, pulling you out of the crowd. Tears burn your eyes as you start to cry from laughter. You can feel Cressidaâs burning glare at the nape of your neck when your eyes meet with the Princeâs before you get lost among the people with Colin on your heels.
The smaller room with huge paintings is empty and calm. The tons' chatting gets quiet as Colin shuts the door, and you let out the laugh you tried to hide from everybody.
He smiles at your uncontrollable cheerfulness, watching you laughing to your heart content.
âI canât go anywhere with you,â he says jokingly when you start to calm down.
âIâm sorry,â you chuckle, pulling down your gloves to wipe off your tears and the ruined mascara.
âWait, let meâŠâ He steps in front of you without a second thought. His touch is warm on your heated skin as he makes sure you are presentable again.
He still has some boyish features despite his age.Â
âThank you,â you smile at him, stepping back before somebody catches you.
âWe should go back,â he says. âGo first, Iâm sure Eloise has things to say.â
He looks after you as you smooth down your dress and adjust your hair. You still try to suppress your grin as you wave at him as a goodbye, disappearing behind the door. A small smile is constant on his face, looking around the empty room, watching but not really seeing the paintings on the dark painted walls.
A life with you would be adventurous and fun.
IV.
The weeks go by, and the ton slowly forgets your mistakes. Visitors come to your house with flowers and small presents to woo you with poetry and promises.
And you hate it.
Neither of them is the one you want. A few of them seem worthy and kind, while the others are just boring and too pompous. At the end of the day, your face hurts from the forced smiles, but your younger siblings enjoy immensely the chocolates and other sweets you get. Your father seems dissatisfied with your suitors, and he doesnât waste time to let them know behind his usual polite demeanor.
âYou will find the one, Iâm sure of it,â he says to you comfortingly.
But that is the problem. You found him years ago.
With a sigh, you nod to reassure him, patting his hand on your knee.
Your jealousy for Daphne seems ridiculous now. Of course, for the ton, it's good that you have so many suitors, but for you, it just gets boring and tiring. The Bridgerton girl refused the Prince of Prussia to marry with the Duke while you sit in the drawing-room for days with men who donât interest you in the slightest.
You get out of the carriage with your mother behind you in front of the Bridgertonsâ imposing house. The wisterias bloom above the freshly cleaned windows, and bees buzz around from flowers to flowers as you walk to the entrance. The butler greets you with a polite smile and escorts you to the drawing-room where the Bridgerton women are already occupied with Lady Danbury.
They welcome you with joy as your mother joins them for a cup of tea while Eloise pulls you over to the loveseat to tell you everything about Lady Whistledown. The young girl seems enthusiastic and too obsessed with the mysterious woman. You smile and listen to her words with nods and hums as you steal a small piece of chocolate from the box on her lap.
"I still can't believe that you accused Mrs. Wilson,â you laugh, and Eloise hits your arm as an answer, but before she can continue with her theories, Colin and Anthony appear in the room with a respectful bow to their motherâs company and cheeky smiles to your way.
âLady Whistledown?â Anthony asks with a tired sigh, sitting down on the sofa next to his sister.
âWho else?â Colin answers before you, sitting down next to you with a cookie in his mouth. His eyes shine as your gazes meet for a moment while Eloise begins her monologue about women and their derogatory role in society.
âBut you will debut in the next season, won't you?â You ask her.
âIf itâs up to me, then no,â she answers stubbornly.
âIf it comforts you, I will be there too,â you sigh tiredly, leaning back on the backrest. You grab the pillow behind you to hug it on your lap.
âYou donât have suitors?â Colin asks, surprised, turning to you more in his seat.
âI have,â you reply. âThey are justâŠâ you grimace with a shrug instead of ending the sentence.
âThey are not worthy enough?â Anthony asks, knowing the feeling. After Daphne, he knows the feeling well enough.
âYou can say that,â you nod.
âIâm sure you will find somebody,â he reassures you with a gentle smile.
What you donât see is the cheeky smile he sends to his little brotherâs way. The boyâs face gets hot from his brotherâs unwanted attention.
âCome on, my daughter,â your mother says out of the blue. âWe still have to see the modiste.â
âHave fun,â Eloise says, and you hit her arm softly for her mockery.
What you don't notice is the little teacup between her fingers that falls out of her hand because of your playful slap. Eloise gasps, trying to grab the porcelain, but it's too late. The pleasantly warm tea pours onto your thigh, soaking your dress.
Colin looks at the ruined dress, then up to your mortified expression. His chest starts to hurt seeing your series of bad luck. You really need somebody who can protect you before a piano falls on you from nowhere.
âPoor girl,â Lady Danbury sighs, seeing the tea-stained dress. âItâs definitely not your season.â
V.
The dress you choose for the ball is light-colored with darker lace decorations. The white gloves on your arms are long enough to reach your elbows, and your hair tied up in curly locks with a silky ribbon.
You suppress the disappointment because of the season and your misfortune with love so you can enjoy the last ball of the season. You didnât see Daphne since the Cressida swooning fiasco, and you hope you can have a few words with her before they go back to Clyvedon.
The garden they decorated for the ball is elegant and flowery. Â Large chandeliers hang over the dancefloor, and the painting about the married couple attracts the eyes of the guests.
You stand at the edge of the black and white floor, watching the dancing couples. The music is loud but pleasant, and the chats around you mix with the songs. Your gaze wanders to Daphne, and despite that, she is beautiful as always something seems off with her. The young girlâs face is almost sad as she looks over at her husband.
âMiss Y/L/N,â Colin greets you with a small smile and a bow. âCan I have this dance?â He asks, offering his hand to you.
âIt would be my pleasure,â you answer, accepting his proposal.
He leads you to the dancefloor when the orchestra starts to play a new song. His touch is warm on your waist, and his grip is gentle on your hand as you begin to move with him.
âHow are you?â He asks you quietly.
âWell, I didnât do anything horrible yet,â you reply and smile at him when he starts to laugh.
âThen I guess I have to look out for you,â he hums.
âI think Iâm too helpless for that,â you sigh, playing with him.
The few minutes you spend in Colinâs arms are amazing. You even forget every disastrous thing that happened to you during the season. Of course, you didnât find the love you wanted, but you still have time.
âOh, god,â Colin says suddenly, looking up at the gloomy sky.
Raindrops fall on your shoulder, soaking your hair and dress. You follow the Bridgerton boyâs eyes up to the clouds until you feel him pull you out of the rain. You let him lead you, trying to step over a fresh puddle on the polished floor.
Without success.
The floor slips out under your legs, but your hands are still in Colinâs grip. A small shriek leaves your mouth as you fall on your knees, yanking the boy with you to the floor. He falls on his bottom with a grunt, and you canât help yourself but laugh at his surprised face. He looks over at you, standing up in his wet clothes to help you up.
Your dress is darker than before, and your wet locks are stuck to your temple and neck.
âI canât believe this,â he says when you are protected from the rain.
From the corner of your eyes, you can see Daphne laughing on the dance floor with Simon not far from her, but your focus is on the man in front of you.
âIâm so sorry,â you say to him. Your voice is joyful and remorseful at the same time.
Colin stares at you for what feels like long minutes. His face seems content and happy, and you canât look away despite everyone else watches Daphne and Simon.
âMarry me,â he says after a while. He is so quiet you barely hear his words, and when you do, you canât believe your ears.
âWhat?â You gasp.
âI want you to be my wife,â he says more loudly. âI can make you happy and⊠safe,â His last word is cheeky, but he is still serious as he searches your face for an answer. âI know you for years, and I know our life would be everything but boring and unhappy.â
He watches your soaked form, your smeared mascara, and your messy hair, and his chest tightens. Or just his feelings get bigger. He canât decide. The only thing he knows is the desire in him to be with you all the time.
âSo what do you say? Will you marry me?â He urges you for an answer breathlessly.
âYes. A million times, yes.â
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About Time // Part 20
⏠Character | Jungkook x reader / Jimin x reader (feat. BTS)
âł Type/Genre/words | Angst, Fluff, Alternate Universe (Time Travel!au/Time Leap!au, Soulmate!au), Eventual Smut / 18,5k words
âł Prompts | âWhat if you find your soulmate⊠at the wrong time?â - Lauren Kate, Passion
âł Summary | Be careful for what you wish for, because you may never know how to deal with them once it comes true. What would you do when your wish for a second chance actually came true? But was it really a fulfilled wish? Too many questions lie when it actually happened. Were they real memories? Or perhaps a part of a past life? Was it only a dream all along? Will everything be different this time?
âł Ratings | Mature/+18 and up
âł Warnings | mentions of alcoholism, mentions of cancer, (probably) inaccurate medical and law terms
âł Authorâs Note | This chapter took me forever to finish, but Iâm glad that itâs finally out. I want to thank my girls, @randombtsprincessa and @softyoongiionlyâ who have been hyping me out and yelling at me each time I came close to giving up and when I stop writing, and as always my second set of eyes, @theodeaâ. I hope youâll enjoy this one as we slowly unravel the story between our characters. Please make sure not to miss the second note at the end of the chapter. Thank you!
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Song Companion | Shah - Can't Leave You |Â Oleg Byonic - Wait For You
âFirst life. St. Vincentâs Hospital, year 2027â
Subtle movements happening around me were the ones that had woken me up.
Whoever it was that had been moving around while I was still asleep, they had tried to do things stealthily, moving about carefully enough not to disturb my sleep.
But when a person had been stuck in one place for so long the way I did, their senses would easily become familiar to their surroundings the same way mine had. I didnât need much to recognise the sounds that had been constantly happening around me, allowing me to identify the foreign ones when they appeared. I would be able to feel every movement, be it from any unanimated object or simply random movements that took place, and I could sense the changes in the air around me as it happened. So it was easy for me to catch their presence even before I had my eyes opened when they kept on moving, the low thud of their footsteps and the things they were moving around followed each move they made.
And then there were also the scents. It was his cologne that allowed me to recognise him without me seeing him. And it was a good thing too, because it allowed my heartbeat to settle down from its frantic pace and prevent me from waking up in fear, startled to find a random stranger invading my space.
I finally opened my eyes slowly. He was nothing but a blurry blob of a person moving around my room when I looked at him through my bleary eyes. The way he was still pacing back and forth around the bedside drawers told me that he had yet to realise that I was awake. So I continued watching him, blinking my eyes until the sight of him gradually grew clearer and I was finally able to see just what he was doing in my hospital room.
Of course, cleaning up my mess would be the first thing he would do the moment he got here, I wondered with a smile.
This man could never settle with a messy space. He could not even settle in patience without finding something to do, no matter how often he would complain or whine whenever he felt like he had been doing too many things at once.
I barely moved when Yoongi reached out to grab a bouquet of fresh flowers that had been left on top of the small table near the doorway. It looked new, and I had no recollection of seeing it before I fell asleep after my treatment this morning, so it must have arrived just a while ago. I saw Yoongi opening the card that came with it and tutted to himself, muttering low as he shook his head.
The moment I realised what he was saying, I could no longer stay silent. âBastard? Did the sender really sign the card with that name?â
My voice seemed to startle Yoongi that he nearly jumped. He turned with his hand on his chest, looking almost ghastly grey that quickly faded when he chuckled. âFucking hell, you scared me,â he said, tossing the flowers away. Though they only landed back not so gracefully on the table instead of into the trashcan placed on the floor right beside it, where he was probably aiming to throw them in before I caught him.
âSorry,â I said, pushing myself up from the bed the best I could to sit upright while he handed me a glass of water and helped me drink. As I drank, my chest felt hollow. I had been in this place for too long that this simple gesture had become some sort of a routine. And that he had become so familiar with everything that he knew easily just what I needed. It made me feel relieved to have him with me, but I felt the guilt gnawing inside me just the same.
I hated feeling miserable and weak. And I hated it more to see the pitying look he gave me as he read me so easily. âHave you been here long?â I asked him before he ever had a chance to bring it up. Because there was no way he didn't notice it when he had grown used to my moods already. Thankfully, Yoongi had chosen not to say a thing about my condition and only shrugged.
âNot really,â he looked around, rubbing the back of his head as he followed my eyes to see the things he had been tidying up before I woke. âI wasnât sure if it was alright to wake you up, so I tried to find some things to do while I waited. Sorry if I woke you up.â
I waved him off. âNo, you didnât. Itâs just time for me to wake up. Itâs almost lunchtime,â I told him, not that I was excited for lunch in any way. Not when I was not completely capable of eating properly. The blisters on my lips and inside my mouth had been increasing rapidly that I couldnât taste anything without feeling pain. It had been coming and going, sometimes getting better after getting some vitamins or once I began drinking all those herb drinks Kara had been making for me. But whenever they came back, they always left me feeling miserable. And terribly hungry.
And hunger made me feel even more miserable.
If Yoongi had noticed the discomfort look I was making just by thinking about the food, he showed none of it. But he did scrunch his nose and gave a distasteful scoff. âYouâre actually excited for the hospital food? Man, youâve been here for too long.â
I scoffed. âNope, Iâm just excited for their pudding,â I said, without bothering to elaborate the fact that it would probably be the only thing I could manage to eat.
âDamn,â he said, shaking his head almost too dramatically. âI was hoping that I could steal your pudding while you eat.â
I knew that he was only trying to make me feel better, but that was enough to have me laughing. But only for a short while, because any kind of tension happening on my torso gave me pain. As I winced, my eyes fell on the flowers he left behind. It was not hard to recognise them. Jungkook had known me for a long time to remember just what kind of flowers I loved most, and he had gotten me the same kinds ever since we had been together.
Fresh white roses, mixed with a handful of blooming white babyâs breathâjust like the ones I had in the flower bouquet that I carried on our wedding dayâand with a simple white ribbon wrapped around the footstalks. He had known me well enough to know that I only enjoyed simple things, and it hurt to know that he still remembered everything to the T.
I didnât really need to ask, but I could not help it. âThose flowersâJungkook sent them, didnât he?â
Yoongi clenched his jaw and nodded. âI heard that heâs making amends.â
I rolled my eyes. âNo, he just promised to stay around. Be a friend,â I told him, to which he gave me a sceptical look through his eyes. âHe wants to be involved but not so much to disturb my life or to get in the way of my recovery process.â
Yoongi started shaking his head. I knew that I didnât have to explain things on Jungkookâs behalf or to defend him right in front of my friend. But what Yoongi did not know was that Jungkook was not the only one making amends. If he was willing to try and make peace with everything that had been going on, then I should do just the same. It was the only way I could do to let the pain of his betrayal go away and to be able to look at my future without any resentment of the past.
It may have been far too late for me to realise it, and I hated the fact that I needed Jimin there to open my eyes, but the only reason why I have yet to be able to move forward entirely had been due to my anger. Letting my resentment grow freely inside my chest would only blind me from the beautiful things waiting for me in the future.
That is, if there was still any hope for me out there.
âI was almost sure youâre going to forgive that son of a bitch again,â Yoongi finally said with a sigh.
âOh, I have forgiven him.â
Yoongi sat back with a jolt. âWhat?â
Chuckling, I waved him off. âNo, I meant to say that I have forgiven him, just so we could move on. It has been too exhausting to keep being angry. If he really meant it when he said he wanted us to be friends, that he wanted to support me, then I should stop being so hostile with him. Itâs actually pretty relieving to not be angry with him all the time,â I explained, and Yoongi slowly relaxed, while I had to clench my teeth together at the memory of all those passing moments we have had where we were too busy battling each other instead of moving forward. âNot to mention, the last altercation he caused had hurt Jimin. I donât think I would have any more to give if Iâm going to continue fighting him.â
Yoongi sat in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. Sighing, he nodded his head after a while. âI still regretted not being here at the time to punch his face. Not to defend your boyfriend, but for stressing you out.â
I gave him a wry smile. Our relationship had always been a bit more cordial before this point, when we were just two people running a freelance business together. Back in college, he was nothing more but a stranger since we both ran with different crowds. He was more a part of Jungkookâs circle than he was in mine. But to have him on my side this time around, to have him as a part of my support system both as a friend and a second brother to me was gratifying.
âYou havenât been around much. I was starting to miss you,â I told him, making him chuckle. It was not a lie, I did miss him. His absence had never felt so strong before, but even with the overwhelming change happening in my life lately, I have missed his presence around me.
âAnd you really want me to believe that you actually have been thinking of me?â he jokingly asked me. âI thought you already have someone to keep you company. And I know that heâs been keeping you busy.â He said this while waggling his eyebrows, and I felt my face flushing with heat. He may not have fully supported my new relationship with Jimin at first, stating that I was risking my heart by being close to someone who was fighting the same battle as I was, but he seemed pretty okay with it now.
âWhat have you been up to?â I asked him. âCome on, tell me anything. Iâm bored, and anxious.â Because the days were moving closer to the day for my surgery, was what I couldnât tell him. Thinking about it only made me tremble in fear, so I tried to avoid bringing it up unless it was necessary. âTell me that the world outside still exists.â
He gave a bitter chuckle. âOh, the world outside still exists, all right,â he said, before he began updating me about everything that had been going on lately. Not everything in the world that I could keep up on my own through the news or the things I saw on the television, however, but the things around us that I had left behind. He updated on things regarding work, since I had left behind a bunch of unfinished projects on his hands when I got sick. I had tried my best to help him while I still could, until I had no more energy and he stopped bringing files on our projects to the hospital so he could stop me from trying to force myself to stay active.
Then he suddenly fell silent, just when I was asking him about what had been going on in his life. He looked a bit embarrassed for a moment, looking everywhere but my eyes until he finally took a deep breath and spoke.
âIâm seeing someone,â Yoongi finally admitted. âItâs new and nothing really serious yet, so Hoseok told me to take my time for myself withâyou know.â
âNo, I totally understand. I donât ever want to be in the way for you or Hoseok on whatever is happening with your lives,â I told him, before realising something else. âDid you think I would say something about it? Is that why you never said anything to me at first? You know I wouldnât, right? Youâve done so much for me. I already told you and my brother that I donât want to have you both putting lives on hold for me. I know Hoseok is starting to.â
And I meant it. I have noticed it for a while but my brother had never wanted to talk about it. Hoseok was starting to look like he was stepping back from living his life, as he struggled to be there for me the entire time I was battling my illness, all while he was doing all he could to help me get out of my broken marriage completely unscathed.
Yoongiâs smile looked a bit sad when he looked at me. âI know you wouldnât say anything bad. Youâve always been so great when it comes to dealing with my relationships. I think youâve handled things better than I had,â he said with a chuckle. âAs for HoseokâHeâs trying to make up for lost time. You know, for all those years he had made the mistake of cutting you off.â
Shaking my head, I refused to acknowledge it. âIt wasnât completely his fault,â I said, surprising even myself for knowing how I meant it. Through all those years we have lost contact, I did blame Hoseok for pushing me away and refusing to hear what I had to say. He was the one who had shunned me when I needed him the most, but that anger was gone now. Just like how I had forgiven my ex-husband, just how I had forgiven Kara and my father, and how I was just starting to forgive myself for all the horrible things which had happened between us in the past, I had forgiven my brother.
âYet he still blames himself,â Yoongi said to me patiently, defending my brother. âHe still thinks that he deserves to be punished for his ignorance in the past, for not being there for you until it was too late. He kept telling me how hard it has been for him to forget that fact how he had turned his back on you. That you had trusted him and he had only let you down. I think he instantly regretted it when it happened but he didnât know just how to reach out to you again.â
âUntil he met you.â I gave him a wry smile, while deep inside, I was grateful for the fact that my brother had somehow met Yoongi by chance and reached out to him so he could become the bridge between the two of us. Yoongi had no obligations to do any of that, but he did. And he had made it possible for the two of us to reconcile, even if it had come a bit too late.
An orderly interrupted our talk by entering the room with my lunch. Yoongi stood up to retrieve the tray and took his time to set up my meal for me. After a while, I couldnât help it, I just had to ask, âWhy do you take such good care of me? I mean, Iâm happy that you are here and to have you as a friend and a second brother. But youâve done a lot more. Not just for me, but for Hoseok too.â
Yoongi avoided my eyes when he returned to his seat. âBecause I really care about you, ______. And you also did a lot for me when I needed help and people were turning their backs on me,â he finally said. His eyes were dark, and his pain was visible when he looked up at me. âBack then, you knew my secrets and still didnât run away,â he said, while my memory brought me back to the past, when I had met him again after a quite some time, after he had become distant to most of the people we knew back in college. None of the people around us truly knew then that his friends had left him when things were hard for him, and I had chosen to become his friend at the time because I knew what it was like to lose everyone because of all the choices we made.
âI would never turn my back on you,â I told him, while he only gave me a bitter chuckle.
âWell, most people did. They always said it didnât matter, but then they couldnât look at me the same way again.â
I bit my lip when I remembered those days. Those final days before I finally left college, when people were whispering things on campus. Bad rumours had always been easy to travel quickly, especially when it came to a person like Yoongi. âDid people ever find out? I thought nobody ever clarified the rumours that had been going around at campus.â
He scoffed. âNo, but it happened around the same time I began cutting back from classes and partying, so I guess people took it as a confirmation to them being true. And I had no point or a reason to deny it. Especially since when the truth finally came out, it didnât really help much to make a difference in the situation.â
I reached out to him and grabbed his hand. âIt doesnât really matter anymore, does it? Itâs in the past and you have grown far from that. And youâll have my back as long as you have me.â
Chuckling softly, Yoongi gave me a relieved smile as he gripped my hand tighter. âGood. Cause youâll have mine as long as I can help it.â
My heart felt full and warm with the promise that we shared, but at the same time, I also felt the weight of guilt brewing inside my chest as I said those words to him. I was grateful and glad for our friendship and knowing that we would be there for each other no matter what cause, and I had meant every word I said. But I couldnât help but wished that I had been able to do the same and keep my promise to someone else.
I still wished that I had been able to do the same to another person who I should have never turned my back on in the past.
âPresent life. Year 2018â
Winter break had barely ended when I returned to campus at the beginning of the new year.
The cold breeze still felt so strong even though spring was right in the corner that I had to tighten my coat while I paced down the slippery sidewalk towards the rendezvous spot. Taehyung had to repeatedly look over his shoulder to make sure that I was still following him close behind and that I hadnât slipped away without him noticing. It was partly my fault that he got worried. Simply because I kept refusing his help each time he tried to hold my hand as we walked down the icy sidewalk on our not so sufficient boots. But I also knew that he could barely hold his own, which had been the reason why I didnât want to become a burden.
Not when I was supposed to be here to give him the support he needed.
I looked up to notice that we were getting close to the east side plaza, where the largest park in the campusâ vicinity was located and also where people were gathering for the event. Loud voices and excited chatters were heard just when we were coming up around the corner, while Taehyungâs gaze looked both amused and nervous when he looked over to me for the last time.
He waited for me right before we went there. This time, I reached out for his hand and held on tightly. âYou okay?â
âFine, just nerves,â he said, shrugging, acting like it was no big deal. But I knew him, both in this lifetime and in the previous one, enough to know that he was blanketing his emotions and thoughts from me. And yet, I only chose not to push him too much about it and tried to have him think of other things instead.
âOkay, now remind me again why we came all the way here? Classes wonât start until the end of the month,â I asked him, just when a series of laughter was heard from the plaza. âAnd why the hell did they choose to meet up out here anyway? Itâs fucking cold.â
Taehyung chuckled as he watched me wrapped my arms around myself and tugged me to come and walk with him, huddling close to keep our bodies warm. âThese people are volunteers who are interested to join the spring project. I heard that they wanted to gather as many volunteers as they could get before everyone gets swamped with classes and assignments,â he began talking as he guided the two of us to join the crowd.
As we came up to the plaza, the place had already been filled with students, all wrapped up in thick winter coats and sweaters, all rubbing their hands together to keep themselves warm. But everyone shared the same wide eyes and bright, excited faces as they waited for the event to start. Everyone was standing together, facing the stage at the center. I kept on watching the people around us as Taehyung led us to the middle ground, all while sharing everything there was to know about the event.
This project was held by the local social acts group formed by students from the Social Studies and Medical Faculty, with some of Taehyungâs seniors whom he had grown close to leading the group. They always held their annual community service to help children or elders in need, and Taehyung had been involved in them a few times through the past year that he had probably grown accustomed to all of this.
Most of the work that he had done had mostly involved children, since that had been his main interest for his studies. But early winter, he had joined the service to provide coals and firewoods for elders and poor families who lived in isolated areas. For the past year, Taehyung had enjoyed doing this service and charity work because it had made him happy, it had given him a purpose and new goals to achieve, while opening a way for his future career.
In a different lifetime, being involved with this cause had only served as a form of escape.
And it was what had brought him far, far away from me until the day the bridge between us finally burned for good. All driven from the hurt that I had caused him.
âWhatâs the goal for the spring project, then?â I asked him just when he found us an empty spot with the perfect view towards the stage. The cold didnât feel as harsh now as we stood between these people, but Taehyung still wrapped his arm around my shoulders and held me close to keep me warm.
âThatâs what weâre all here for. The group always chooses their project from the ideas that they collect from their members or other volunteers, then chooses a captain to lead according to what kind of social service or charity they are doing. They havenât decided what they were going to be working on this spring. Looking from all of these people gathering here, Iâm guessing itâs going to be a big one. Theyâve never had this many people being interested to join.â
âMaybe this is for the project that you wanted to sign up so badly before? The one they said they were going to send volunteers to the southern hemisphere?â I asked him, reminded of his wish to join the volunteer work that may give him a chance to travel to places while continuing his study.
Taehyung shook his head. âI donât know. It could be. They havenât really announced anything for that one either.â
I was about to say something, asking him more about this group and the organisation behind its cause, when a few people stepped up to the stage. One of the female leaders took the microphone and began to greet everyone who was present, applauding people who had come even in the cold. But I barely paid any attention to a word she said when I followed Taehyungâs gaze and saw him standing there with the other members of the volunteer group.
âThere he is. Namjoon is always there with them. Heâs been made captain on the last few projects that weâve worked on,â he said, sounding almost distractedly as he watched Namjoon conversing with his friends on stage. I had to admit, the man really was attractive. His whole presence oozed confidence and his demeanour showed me that he was a smart man. Smart enough to be extremely persuasive. A dimple showed on his face when he smiled, and his laughter echoed through the stage, almost rivalling the MCâs voice as she continued to speak.
âHas he approached you yet?â I asked.
Taehyung shrugged. âHeâs been a bit friendly, but thatâs about it.â
âIs that why Iâm here? To make sure that you would have someone to remind you to consider things before signing up?â I turn to look at him, waggling my brow to tease him a little.
This time, Taehyung turned to me and snickered. âWell, you know what they said. The only way for someone to avoid getting swayed by a handsome looking guy who happens to be an extremely persuasive man is to have your childhood crush standing right with you.â
âWhatever you say,â I said, chuckling as he tightened his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. Neither of us said a thing as we listened to the MC spoke, before she finally handed the microphone to Namjoon, who became the one to talk about the project and let the volunteers learn more about the system, the plans, and how to sign up.
We shared nothing more but a bittersweet feeling while we were entranced as we listened to Namjoon speak, holding each other the way we never could in another life we shared.
We didnât only come here to admire this man or to only see what today was all about, but to simply find answers. To slowly connect the dots and put the puzzle pieces together to fill the blanks, just so we could lay down every part of that other lifetime for us to understand where did everything went wrong.
There had been parts of the past, faces and names of the people that had become a part of my previous life that I could not recall or draw from my jumbled memory so easily. I may have seen or felt their presence in those memories, but some of them had appeared in my dreams merely as blurry shadows, faceless figures, people whose voice only came to me as if they had been submerged underwater.
Kim Namjoon was one of the missing pieces of the puzzle that had caused a rift in my friendship with Taehyung in another lifetime. In my memory, he was nothing but a nameless shadow, one that I feared and hated almost as much as the painful parts I shared with Jungkook from the past life. It took Taehyung finding him to help me remember everythingâwho he was, what he had done, and everything that happened thenâall the broken memories had been unravelled the day Taehyung had first introduced me to this man sometime last semester.
And the reminder of who he was had come in the right time, because he had already become a part of Taehyungâs life through these activities he had been involved in. Because just like how it happened in the past life, Kim Namjoon was the one who had convinced Taehyung to join their movement.
The only difference now was that Taehyung had me by his side. That Taehyung had not been wounded when they first met.
In the past life, Kim Namjoon had come into Taehyungâs life when Taehyung needed someone to look up to, when Taehyung needed a friend and guidance while I kept on pushing him away, leaving him in the blind and completely alone. In that part of our lives, the man had come in at the right time, right when my best friend was completely vulnerable. And he had eased his way in so easily, filling the void in Taehyungâs life, saying all the right words and showing all the right things to have Taehyung follow him wherever he would go. What had started as a good cause to give Taehyung a purpose in life, it had ended leading him to get involved with the bad crowd, to join the bad business that Namjoon was secretly building behind his gentle smile and manipulative ways of making people around him feel special.
Taehyung had loved him with his wounded heart, and he had given the man everything. Only to have Namjoon suck his heart and soul dry, before tossing him away once he was done with him.
And I was not there to catch him when he fell.
âSo what do you think? Are you going to join this one?â
The gathering event had ended two hours ago, and now we were heading towards the coffee shop where I had been working part-time for the past few months. Taehyung had insisted to walk me there despite his dorm being located in the opposite direction, saying that he was worried that I would slip if I had gone alone. After all the trouble we had by walking through the icy road and the slippery sidewalks this morning, I had no reason to argue. And I also knew that he only wanted to spend some more time with me before he had to leave for his part-time job, so I just let him be.
Ever since we watched Namjoonâs speech, Taehyung had been left in a daze. He had always reacted this way whenever he saw Namjoon. I was never quite sure whether it was due to my warnings regarding the man or if he had truly developed some sort of a crush or perhaps grown the same hero worship that he had for the man the same way he did in the different lifetime.
âIâm not sure yet,â he finally said. âEven if the cause is going to be just around the city, I donât think I can make it if theyâre starting around the same time my classes are starting over.â
His reasoning had made complete sense. But deep down, I also knew that he was lying. He was conflicted. I could feel it. And he was trying so much to hold back from whatever it was that had been bothering him.
Once Namjoon was done with his speech and the event presentation on stage, he had come down to approach Taehyung while the other students had started lining up to join the cause. He had pulled us both to the side, persuading us personally.
âIt wouldnât be as tiring as the one we did last time. Weâre only visiting some of the schools at the neighbouring towns. Weâre going to give classes, lend some care for the kids, do some health check-up, while the group from the Engineering Faculty will be there to help with technicalities, like building new facilities or fix old structures that didnât survive the winter,â Namjoon had told the both of us, pretty much summarising his own presentation on stage to make sure that he would point out all the compelling factors to appeal Taehyung. âYouâve always enjoyed working on any causes that involve children, so Iâm sure this would be perfect for you. Not to mention, weâll be getting extra credits for each movement we make this semester with the faculty supporting us through funds and getting us sponsors.â
I could tell that he was getting through to Taehyung when I saw my best friend watching him with wide eyes. But I had been focusing more on Namjoon, letting my own curiosity and wonder get to me. And for someone who appeared so open, so enticing, and one whose main job was to approach people, Kim Namjoon was hard to read.
My memories of him had been nothing but scraps. It had seemed that in my other life, I had no opportunity to know him in person as he was merely a part of Taehyungâs world once our friendship fell apart and we became worlds apart. This time, I had more opportunities to know this man in person. Still, the only things I had come to know about him had only come from Taehyung.
The only thing I knew about him was that he was a year senior from us, focusing on Medical Studies to become a neurosurgeon. He was a brilliant student, had always come with the highest grade in his year, and he had been active in great causes to help people.
None of that information had ever told us the reason why everything fell apart for Taehyung when they began doing all of their causes together. We only knew that in the past life, Taehyung had gone away with him to a place far away, never to return until everything had been much too late. We just never knew when and how, and I knew that this was the reason why Taehyung had been so afraid to take the risk.
âRemember what you said to me back then, before I met Jimin? Back when I was too scared to even go out and have fun?â I asked him as we continued to walk in silence. The coffee shop had appeared on sight, so I knew that this would be the only chance I could ever be able to say this.
âNo, I donât. What did I say?â
I turned to him. âYou told me to be cautious, but not too cautious that I donât get to live and enjoy the present,â I said. âI know youâre worried about the risk of getting close to him without knowing what exactly happened to you in the past after you got together with him, but I know that you enjoy doing these things. So just go for it. If you do it, Iâll be there to join you so you wonât have to be there alone.â
Taehyung smiled at me as he listened to my promises. I could tell that he was relieved to hear it. âYou would?â
âDidnât I promise that I would never let anything come between us? Not this time,â I told him, reminding him all the promises that I had made back then when we found out that one of the many reasons why our lives had fallen apart was because neither of us was there for the other.
I had made a promise that I would never let that happen again. That I would never let him stray away from my life. No matter what. In a different life, I may have left him to fend for himself. This life had to be different. This time, we had each other.
âRight, okay,â he said, nodding to himself while sighing deeply. The frown that he had carried with him ever since we left the campusâ plaza disappeared when he looked at me. In its place came a smile, and a pair of eyes so bright it made me believe that he would be able to conquer everything if he wanted to.
âThanks for coming with me this morning,â he said, giving me a side hug as we continued our walk.
âYou know I donât mind it. We havenât been spending too much time together lately,â I told him as I leaned to him.
For the past few months, both of us had been busy focusing on our own lives. While my relationship with Jimin was blossoming, Taehyung was busy tackling different challenges in his life. We havenât been spending a lot of time with each other the way we used to aside from the time we spent when we went back to our hometown together during the holidays, yet another reason why I had wanted to do this with him.
Despite our busy lives, things had been completely different still.
At least this time, he was still there, and he had yet to disappear from my life. Even if we couldnât see each other, all we needed to do was to pick up the phone and we would be there for each other even through the distance.
âWeâre still on for tonight, right?â he asked me just as we arrived at the coffee shop.
âAbsolutely. Are you picking me up here once my shift ends?â
âYeah. I might stop by at the library to drop some books, but Iâll come to get you right after,â he said, before giving me a hug as he said goodbye.
âAlright then. See you later.â
I stood in front of the coffee shop for a while longer, watching him walk away until he disappeared right around the corner on his way to the daycare center he had been working at. The coffee shop wasnât too crowded when I walked in, with the majority of the students had yet to return on campus after the long winter break.
But that soon changed the moment my shift began, right when the rush of the lunch hour started. Students and workers from the nearby offices came in, forming a long line only minutes after I had taken over the cashier. The rush lasted for a little over an hour, much shorter than the regular hustle that would no doubt begin the moment the next term started at the end of the month.
Even if I had been out and active since early morning, I served the patrons with a smile on my face. Before I knew it, the line of customer started to dwindle. By the time I served the last patron, my back was sore and my legs were tight, but something was telling me that I wasnât supposed to take a break yet. So I stayed behind the counter while my co-worker for the dayâthe only one there since many of the other staff had yet to return from their holidayâturned to ask if he could take a quick break while there was no customer coming in.
âIâm going to take a quick smoke break, is that okay? We can switch once Iâm back,â he said, already in the middle of untying his apron to avoid getting some smoke on it.
âSure, no problem. I got it handled.â
I turned back to check on my phone once he was gone, taking my time to reply to some messages that I got from Jimin who was asking about my day and my plans for the night. I had just pressed the send button when the bell at the front door chimed behind me, but it took me a few seconds too long to put my phone away before a deep voice called out.
âExcuse me. Can I make an order?â
I turned around to greet the new customer. But the moment I saw him, my body went frozen stiff and my head began to spin.
I had never met this person before. And yet, I remembered him.
Each time I tried to reclaim my memories, there was a void where someone was supposed to be a part of. There was a presence that was constant in almost every part of my painful memories. Yet aside from everyone that I had remembered so far, this person had always been nothing but a shadow, a faceless entity that was there, but never completely solid.
But the moment I saw him standing there, right on the other side of the counter, waiting for me to take his orders, his face brought all the missing pieces together. All the blurry images I had been seeing in my dreams came to me in flashing moments, so quick, so random, but far more clearly than how they all had been. His face filled all of those empty voids. His face, his eyes, his small smile, they replaced the faceless man who had been there by my side through all of the hurt, through all of my journeys.
In those dreams, in those flashing memories that I had been getting, I could never see the face of the man who was holding my hand while I was fighting for my life. And at that moment, as I was looking straight into this customerâs eyes, his face was all I see being there by my side.
He was there.
He was always there.
âUmâhello?â
The man waved his hand right in front of my face with an amused look, snapping me right out of my stupor.
âOh, uhâyes, hi. Sorry, what can I get you?â I questioned him, unable to hold back the nervous chuckle that came bubbling out. Thankfully, he only smiled.
âIâll have a cup of espresso and a bagel,â he said, only after taking a moment perusing through the menu placed above the counter.
My fingers were shaking when I was placing his orders into the cashier machine, so I kept my eyes down to make sure I wasnât making a mistake. âRight. To go?â
He hummed softly and looked around. âUmâno, I think Iâll take them here.â
âOkay,â I said, taking a moment to finish up his orders. âThank you. You can take a seat or wait on the counter. Weâll call your name once your order is ready.â
âYeah, okay. My name isââ
âYoongi,â I blurted out before he could even finish. For some reason, just like how his face filled all the missing puzzle, his name just came into my head as if I had known him my whole life.
When I saw his eyebrows came up to his forehead, I knew then that he was just as surprised as I was. âWhat? Have we met?â
âUm, wellââ I began to stutter while my brain seemed to just stop working indefinitely. So I only said the first thing I could think of as an excuse, âYouâre pretty well known. I mean, my friends know you. I just suddenly remember your name.â
Well, at least that was not a complete lie. I was pretty sure that perhaps some of my friends would know him, and I did just remember his name.
He looked at me with a frown, not looking entirely convinced, but he said nothing of it when he handed me his cash to pay for his orders. âRight, well. Thatâs me. Iâm Yoongi.â
âOf course,â I said, avoiding his gaze as I put his money in. âIâll call you when your coffee is ready.â
His eyes lingered on me for a few seconds, filled with curiosity and probably a bunch of other questions, but he only nodded. âThanks,â he said to me as he walked to the other side of the counter, leaving me feeling lightheaded.
Everything seemed to be colliding together right at the same time. The final missing pieces of the puzzle were coming to place one at a time. As if the whole universe was trying to shove everything to my face, though I really had no idea just what it was trying to tell me.
âPresent life. Hot and Spicy Grill. Year 2018â
As promised, Taehyung had picked me up at work right the moment my shift was up.
There was nothing much to say between us as we drove away in his small city car from the coffee shop, since I was still trying to process the shock of having the unexpected meeting during work earlier while Taehyung seemed like he was having his own turmoil to deal with. He was silent during the drive, looking distracted but thankfully not enough to derail him from driving the car properly. But his silence had made it hard for me to question it when he suddenly started leading the car away from the campus grounds and he kept going further until the car entered the freeway.
It took a few turns before the sight around me changed, the suburbs getting further away behind us, when I finally grew wary and curious that I simply had to speak up. âAre you sure weâre still going to dinner? Youâre not planning on kidnapping me, are you?â
Taehyungâs eyes grew wide before he chuckled. âSorry, itâs a surprise,â he said. âDonât worry, I wonât go crazy and take you to any place with no civilisation like what Jimin did.â
Smiling, I looked away from him when my face began to flush. I had told him once about the surprise trip that Jimin had taken me toâwhich I had to spill because I had completely forgotten to call him back that night after we had just parted way minutes before Jimin came to pick me up. I had told him about how Jimin planned out an outdoor picnic with a thousand stars above us and the view of the valley everywhere I looked, though I had to skip telling him about the âdessertâ Jimin gave me under the same stars which had sent me flying to heavenly bliss.
Judging from the sly smirk he was making now, I supposed he had made his own guess to what had happened on the date once the food was left forgotten.
As I looked out the window, I finally realised that he was right. He was not taking me towards the same area that Jimin had taken me to. On the outer lane of the freeway, I saw buildings and dense trees instead of hills and valleys. And to my relief, what I was seeing was the kind of trees I would normally see packed up in the city. The lanes were getting more and more packed with cars as we went further, so I wasnât quite surprised to see him turning to the exit heading downtown.
âSorry for the long trip,â he said. âI just found out about this place a while ago and wanted to check it out. I figured if I want to take anyone here to try it then it should be you since we havenât done this for a while.â
âAwwâthatâs so nice that youâre thinking of me. You are truly the best friend every girl needs. The man after my own heart. Or, in this case, stomach,â I teased him, earning his laugh.
It didnât take much longer than fifteen minutes after we were out of the freeway before he pulled into a small spaced parking lot, and my gaze fell on the small restaurant that seemed like it had only opened pretty recently. âIs it a barbecue and grill place? Awesome!â
âFigured youâll love it,â he said, turning the car engine off. âLetâs go before the place gets packed with the dinner crowd.â
It didnât take us long to be seated. But Taehyung was right. Not too long after we made our orders, more and more people started coming in and the place was full within minutes.
âI hope this place is good. People keep talking about this place so I bet these people came from everywhere around the city. I donât even doubt that we would see some familiar faces from campus,â Taehyung told me after taking a quick look around.
âIâm really hungry I can eat anything at this point,â I said, smiling at him. It really didnât matter where we were or if the trip here had been worth it. It was spending the time with my best friend during all of the things that had been going on in our lives which I had been most excited about.
The tables around us had started grilling and Taehyung seemed giddy in his seat, looking excited as he looked at the meal with a deep longing in his eyes and he licked his lips at the roasted beef cooking beside us. This was something that I had missed, enjoying our time together and to see him loosening up. Each time we were together, I would look at him and wonder how we ever came apart.
How much different was it back then between us compared to us now? Would we still have this if I had never learned all the mistakes we made in the past life?
Taehyung was picking on the welcome snacks when I felt my phone vibrating in my bag. Remembering that I had promised Jimin to text him the moment Taehyung had succeeded in picking me up at work while he couldnât, I pulled out the phone and smiled when I noticed that he had messaged me first.
From Jimin: Hey, babe. Are you out with Taehyung?
From Jimin: Iâm taking a break atm and I thought about you. Hope he didnât decide to steal you away from me :(
A smile came to my face as I was reading through his messages. I could picture him sitting down in the middle of his dance practice, all sweaty and breathless while he was typing these words. My heart jumped and it made me realise how much I missed him, even if we had only been apart for a day thanks to our schedules.
To Jimin: Iâm safe. Heâs not kidnapping me or whatever, but you did give him an idea of taking me far away from campus
From Jimin: Sorry, my bad :p
To Jimin: Howâs practice?
From Jimin: These guys are relentless. Iâll probably wake up all sore and bruised tomorrow
To Jimin: But you love it
From Jimin: I do :)
To Jimin: What time will you be done?
From Jimin: Weâre doing one more round of practice then Iâll be on my way home
Home. The way he had said it made my heart stir. Ever since we became official, Jimin had repeatedly asked me to move in with him. But I have yet to give an answer, thinking that perhaps things had been going on too fast. If there was anything that I learned from putting all the pieces from my other life together was that moving too fast could lead to a disaster.
Would I dare risk it and say yes? I knew that it was something that my previous selfâthe other âmeââhad wished for. I saw her dreams as some broken fragments of memories in my dreams, had even mistaken them as actual memories until I managed to decipher them as parts of imaginations instead, and many of those images had shown me various types of white picket fence houses. The settings and everything else around them would be a blurry mess and they had kept changing each time they came to me, but there had always been one part of it that had been consistent, an invariable factor from all of these dreamsâJimin.
âIs that Jimin?â Taehyung questioned me the moment he noticed the expressions I was making as I was messaging my boyfriend back, not realising that my mind had started to wander. âIs he still at practice?â
Putting away my phone, I smiled at him. âYeah. Thatâs him. He was checking on me. Kinda. I told him that Iâd be with you while heâs busy with his dance.â
Taehyung tilted his head. âDoesnât he bring you to his practices?â
âNo,â I said, snickering to myself when I remembered how adamant Jimin had been to stop me when I insisted to come to his practice. âJimin said itâs better for me to just watch the actual performance. I think heâs still a bit embarrassed to show me all the process behind his work.â
Taehyung chuckled. Shaking his head, he only commented lightly, âHe probably didnât want you distracting him. Or worse, have his friends coming on to you while heâs busy dancing.â
I rolled my eyes at him. Both of us knew that Jimin had a bit of a jealousy streak, but not so much that it made me feel suffocated just to be with him, or to feel like I was constantly walking on eggshells. The only way he had been showing it was to playfully complain or he would sometimes poke fun on me, acting sulky but never too much.
There was only one person in this world who could tick him off the wrong way. And honestly, Jimin was not the only one who was against this same person.
Looking up at Taehyung, I realised that he had never been kind to each time Jungkookâs name was mentioned. Out of everyone in my life, he was the only person who knew why I had to stay away from Jungkook. He was the only one who had heard all the stories, everything that I remembered from the other âmeâ and all that I felt when the memories returned.
Just like how I was the only person who knew what would happen to both of us if we would ever make another mistake.
Taehyung glanced towards the table next to us one last time, growing impatient while he was completely oblivious to where my mind had been wandering to. Watching him like this reminded me of how distracted he had been when he first came to pick me up, suggesting that something must have happened to him between the moment when we parted ways to the time he came by at the coffee shop. I had been waiting for him to talk about it, only to have him constantly acting as if I had yet to notice his odd behaviour.
âSo how was your day?â I finally asked him when his gaze turned blank and he was suddenly becoming more interested in the paper napkin which he had placed on his lap. âYou havenât told me much about your work and your trip to the library.â
He shrugged. âItâs fine.â
That got me raising my brows. It was becoming more obvious to me now that he was trying to avoid talking about it. âReally?â
Taehyung looked up to me, pressing his lips before he released a defeated sigh. âI hate you,â he said, catching me off guard before he suddenly chuckled. âI hate that I can never lie to you.â
Smiling to him, I merely shrugged my shoulders the way he often did. âWeâve been friends since forever. If thereâs one person in this world who knows you better than yourself, it would be me,â I said teasingly, before I added, âSecond to Hoseok. Sometimes I wonder if heâs secretly your brother, not mine.â
Taehyung chuckled at that. There was no lie that he had come to grow close to Hoseok as we grew up together. Our friendship had started from a play date held by our Moms that happened when we were kids, only because our houses were located in the same block and I was the only one in the neighbourhood who was at the same age as he was. Then our friendship grew in elementary school when we promised to have each otherâs backs, and we stayed close as we kept on going to the same school, doing the same things together growing up, then he stayed with me when I got sick and while I was recovering in the hospital years ago. But, as a boy, he had looked up to Hoseok as if he was his own older brother, and Hoseok had taken a liking to him especially because he had always wanted a brother.
âTrue. Though he wouldnât be subtle if he wants to know stuff about me. Heâd probably be snapping at meâCome on! Spill!â Taehyung jokingly imitated Hoseokâs tone of voice, which made me laugh when I saw his face and I could actually imagine my brotherâs voice coming out of him.
âSeriously, though. What is it?â I asked again before he ever had a chance to change the topic around and avoid answering your question. âYou came to the coffee shop looking like someone had just hurt your dog. And youâve been pretty quiet when youâre not talking about this place and the food.â
Once again, he pressed his lips together. âNothing much, really,â he started, though he suddenly grew restless in his seat and he began to look away, finding it hard to look into my eyes. He suddenly seemed nervous, yet I still felt a hint of relief when I didnât see any guilt in his eyes, it would probably be worse if he was hiding something big from me.
âItâs justââ he said, clearing his throat. âI stumbled upon Namjoon at the library earlier.â
âYou did?â
Are you sure that he was not stalking you? âWas what I had originally wanted to say, but I kept them to myself.
Taehyung looked down briefly before facing me again. âRight, soâhe kept on asking me to join the cause and the rest of their spring activities cause they needed more people. Then he started asking me about my classes, the professors Iâve gotten this semester, before he suddenly asked if we could grab a coffee sometime.â
I blinked. He had spoken so quickly during the last part of his sentence that I wasnât sure if I was hearing things right until it finally clicked for me a few milliseconds too long. âHe asked you to go out for coffee?â I asked, to which he nodded. âLikeâcasually? Orââ
âLikeâhe just literally said, âHey, why donât we grab some coffee sometime and talk more?â, in a friendly kind of way,â he said, imitating Namjoonâs voice in his own way.
âWhat did you say to him?â
âNothing,â he said, shrugging sheepishly. âI was kind of shocked and he only patted me in the back and walked away.â
I blinked again. âFunny how he seems to insist having you around a lot,â I muttered, before looking at him suspiciously. âHe even came to you this morning while the gathering was clearing up. And you said he wasnât interested to make a move on you.â
The waiter came in just then to drop our drinks and Taehyung took his time to take a sip of his cold beer before answering, âI donât know either. He didnât seem like he even noticed me that much in the past year.â
âHow did you feel about his offer then?â
He raised his brows. âHow I felt? WellâI certainly didnât have all the goosebumps, the fireworks, or my heart beating fast cause I have no jumbled memories mixing in between the good and the bad, soââ
âHey, watch itââ I warned him while pointing a straw at him. âNo, Iâm just asking cause it seemed to bother you a little.â
âItâs not. Itâs justââ he seemed to contemplate his answers for a moment, like he was trying to find the best way to explain his trail of thoughts even while he was having trouble understanding it himself.
âI guess I was just wondering, why me?â he finally said. âI mean, I kind of understand why he would be approaching meâanother âmeââin the alter life. It must have been compelling to come on to someone who seemed broken and lost and I had probably seen him as my saviour, the light of my life after the darkness, the white knight.â
His overly dramatic expression had you raising your brows. âHeâs kind of a heartthrob too.â
âYeahââ he hummed. âI wonât even deny the fact that heâs attractive. But normal me? This me? I wouldnât have picked him as the type of guy Iâd be dating if I wouldââ he stopped and started glancing around, as if he was afraid that someone might be listening in. âYou know.â
And I did know what he was trying to tell me. For someone who had been open about his sexual preferences, he was still wary about the world around us, not too sure on how they would perceive him.
He leaned back on his seat when he added, âHe seems so put together too. But after knowing what would have happened if I had just let things be, I can somehow look past his false act of composure and find him seem a bit unhinged.â
âSeriously?â I questioned him, laughing. âUnhinged? Have you been reading criminal fiction novels in your Psych classes?â
He rolled his eyes. âYou know what I mean.â
I laughed at him, but then stopped myself as I watched him closely. While a part of me was relieved that he believed me enough to tread things carefully, I was also feeling the guilt for allowing him to build his own boundaries by giving him all the warnings on what was supposed to be our future. Even though he was giving it the best he could, I still worried that he might not be living his life to the fullest potential just because he was afraid to make any decision that could lead to the end of our friendship.
Taehyung looked at me when I fell silent. âWhat? Why arenât you saying anything?â
Sighing, I had no choice but to share my thoughts on this. âJust wondering if Iâve made the right decision on letting you know about your supposed future. What if my memories had been wrong this whole time and it wasnât Namjoon that I saw? What if heâs just a good guy with his mind on his good cause who happens to have an innocent crush on my best friend?â
Taehyung seemed to ponder on it briefly before shaking his head. âIâve been talking shit and making long speeches about you risking things by not staying away from this dude who had supposedly ruined your life and your trust to other human beingsââ
I rolled my eyes. âHis name is Jungkook.â
But he continued on, ignoring me completely. ââso Iâve decided not to risk mine. Second chances, remember?â
His words made me stop. I bit my lip and nodded. âSecond chances.â
Taehyung gave me a grim smile when he nodded back, but it also appeared to me that there was a huge weight being pulled away from his shoulders. As if being honest with each other had been freeing for him, something that I was feeling too.
Noticing that our meal order had yet to arrive at our table, Taehyung looked around and pushed himself out of his seat. âThe foodâs going to be here any minute but Iâm going to need the restrooms. Iâll be right back,â he said, before he left his seat to make a quick run to the restrooms at the back.
I watched him leave just in time for my phone to vibrate in my hand. I looked down, opening the messaging app immediately for thinking that Jimin had texted some more before his practice would start again, only to stop when I saw Jungkookâs name flashing on the screen instead.
From Jungkook: Hey, I hope Iâm not texting you with your boyfriend around :p
From Jungkook: Itâs been a while since Iâve seen you at the pub
From Jungkook: Is everything okay?
Biting my lips, I looked over to where I saw Taehyung had disappeared to and breathed a sigh of relief that the message had come in while he was gone. Taehyung would have only needed to take one look at my face before he would start asking questions, including why I had been texting with Jungkook from time to time.
To Jungkook: everythingâs fine
To Jungkook: Been a bit busy, thatâs all. How are you?
From Jungkook: doing okay
From Jungkook: Iâm finally back on campus and I just got my schedules at the pub. Will be performing on stage next Friday night
From Jungkook: Will you come?
I lowered the phone to my lap, having no idea how to respond. While most of our texts had been about keeping up with each otherâs lives, there had been a few times when he would invite me to his show at the pub. I had only come to watch him a couple of times, most of them without even saying hello to him directly and leaving before giving him a chance to sit with me. I knew it was wrong to keep in touch and talk to him like this after what I had promised my best friend before, but it had not been easy for me to ignore him.
And he was not someone who would give up so easily either that ignoring his text messages was never a choice. Not when he would often try to find me or even call me until he could talk to me.
From Jungkook: ________?
Another message came in, letting me know that he was waiting for my response. Biting my lip, I pondered over the options. What was I supposed to say? And would he be happy to hear what my answers if I had refused to come?
And why on earth was I already wondering what clothes to wear for the night at the pub?
To Jungkook: Sorry
To Jungkook: Iâll try to be there. What time?
From Jungkook: the second stage of the night. 8 PM
From Jungkook: Iâll be waiting :)
Reading through his response, my stomach turned and my chest grew tight with guilt. There was no way out of this now. And I really had no idea what I was doing either, knowing that Friday night would be the night I would usually come to stay at Jiminâs place so we could spend the weekend together.
âFuck,â I cursed at myself, before tossing my phone into my bag to avoid looking through his messages again.
The meal we ordered had just arrived at the table when Taehyung returned, with the waiter apologising to the two of us repeatedly about the long wait, explaining to us overwhelmed they were as the restaurant was a full house for the night. As Taehyung returned to his seat, the waiter walked away from our table, and my eyes were drawn to follow him as he weaved through the floor between the tables to return to the kitchen area.
That was when I saw him. His head bobbing over the other seated guests as he walked across the room until he found the table that seemed to have been reserved for him.
âWhat?â Taehyung questioned me when he noticed, his voice drawing my attention when I was still looking far away. âWhat is it?â he asked again when he got no answer, then he began looking around the seating area to find what I was looking at.
âI saw someone. From campus. Though it seems a bit odd that he had come all the way to this place to eat,â I said, disregarding the fact that it had been the same case for us since Taehyung and I had driven far to be there too. âThere, heâs on the table at the corner. Wearing a black shirt and a black cap.â
He followed the direction I was subtly pointing to, taking a few seconds before his eyes grew with recognition when he finally found Yoongi at the other side of the restaurant.
âYou know him?â he asked, raising his brows at me when he turned to me again. âI thought the only people you know on campus are just me, Jimin, and his cousin.â
âHa, ha, funny,â I sneered at him while rolling my eyes while he enjoyed having been able to mock me about it. But then my eyes went back to his table, seeing Yoongi with another man who looked like him, but a bit older.
âHe came to the coffee shop earlier today on my shift,â I told him, finding him looking at Yoongi again as if he wanted to make sure. âYou know who he is?â
He turned back to you with wide eyes. âMin Yoongi? Everyone knows him. Heâs pretty popular among the frat boys. Heâs always leading his friends on the stuff they always organise in their frat houses, though he hasnât really been in the scene that much lately.â
âAnd you have?â
He scoffed at me. âHey, unlike you, I still have a reputation to uphold,â he teased me, snickering when I gave him a scowl. âMy dorm mate gets invited to their parties a lot and I always go with him when I can.â
I looked over to Yoongi again, noticing the broody look that he was wearing even as he was chatting with his companion. His brother, more likely, since they looked pretty similar from this distance. Except that when Yoongi was wearing a dark shirt, his brother was wearing something lighter and a bit too formal for a grill house. âSo, why hasnât he been around?â
âSeems like heâs graduating this year, and rumours said he had already taken a job at his brotherâs company so he no longer spends much time on campus unless necessary,â he explained slowly before he began glancing around warily the way he did previously. âBut, umâthereâs also this rumour going around.â
I snapped my head to look at him. âWhat kind of rumour?â
Taehyung took another quick glance at Yoongi before leaning closer so he could whisper, âSomeone said they caught him kissing a TA. A male TA. It happened at a dorm party.â
My eyes grew instantly wide and I had to lean closer as I whispered angrily, âAnd people justâwhat? Stay away from him?â
Taehyung shrugged. âIâm not sure, but it seems like his friends are beginning to dwindle. I donât think itâs because theyâre afraid of the repercussions from sticking around or if itâs because thereâs a possibility that heâs queer if the rumours are true, itâs justââ he swallowed hard, looking sympathetic as he glanced one more time towards Yoongiâs table before looking at me again, and I knew that the look he was giving me was there only due to the fact that he had once been in his shoes. âHeâs been hiding this for so long, if itâs really true. Maybe theyâre just pissed cause heâs been keeping a secret. You know how those frat boys are, they hold secrets like a treasure.â
They sure did.
Because according to one of my strongest memories of all, one of the biggest secrets that had been painful enough for me to remember from my past life was how Jungkookâs friends had also had a hand in hiding his sins from me.
Shaking my head, I chose to look away from Yoongi. âStill seems so stupid to just turn their backs on him like that just because of some rumours,â I wondered out loud, when the bitter truth of how he was left abandoned by the same people who were supposed to support him through it truly sunk in.
âIt makes you think. Doesnât it?â he asked me, though it sounded more like he was wondering out loud just like I was.
âAbout what?â I asked him.
âHow you canât always depend on others to stay in your life forever,â he said to me with an as-matter-factly tone, though it also sounded bitter, because he had experienced it too. Meeting his eyes, I was suddenly glad that I had been able to show him that he deserved the kind of support he needed too.
As we continued with our dinner, talking about all the silly and mundane things from our daily lives, I couldnât shake the nagging thought still hanging in the back of my head. Too many coincidences happening on the same day. Right at that moment, just when I recounted that I had met Yoongi coincidentally twice in the same day after not being able to remember him for so long, something in my head clicked.
I just didnât know what to do about it. And I had no idea how I could make it all possible to even happen.
âFirst life. St. Vincentâs Hospital, year 2027â
As the final weeks before the surgery slowly started creeping up on me, I was slowly becoming a complete nervous wreck.
The fact that I was having an on and off fever also did not help my case at all. I was feeling like crap, was constantly exhausted, without knowing if the reason I kept on falling asleep was due to the overwhelming dose of painkillers that still remained in my blood or if my body had succumbed to the lingering pain that had only been intensifying, as if the masses in my body knew that they were about to be torn to pieces and they were giving their last fight.
My family, which mainly included Hoseok and Kara with the additional help from Yoongi, had been coming and going to stay with me and nurse me whenever needed. I knew that they were trying to ease my mind by staying positive whenever they were around, lifting my spirit while distracting me with things that they knew would make me happy. They would do everything they could, from bringing me movies, books, sometimes food or snacks that I could take without breaking the doctorsâ rules and ones that I could swallow easily, to telling me stories or life updates that would be able to stop me from thinking about all the negative things I was facing.
But as the days were coming closer to the day of the surgery, not a single thing could help ease my mind. It was then when I finally realised that the fear had never truly sunk in, and it was only then that my brain was finally processing the fact that I was about to face a high-risk procedure thatâaccording to some of the things I had been reading while I was preparing for itâalso had a high chance of failure. And every illusion that I had let itself grow inside my mind, the false hope and optimism shattered like a glass wall and I was faced with the reality that perhaps all of what I was about to go through would be nothing but a fruitless attempt of getting me out of my bind.
It was even worse because I also knew that the people around me were doing all they could to hide the fact that Jimin had been absent.
The emptiness I felt without him there had seemed like a void, a black hole that was growing larger inside me, as if it would be strong enough to swallow me from within. That was when I realised how much I needed him, and I could never imagine how life would be if I no longer had him by my side.
The last time I came to see him, he had been recovering from a long day of tests and treatments, and I had stayed in his room until he was feeling better, only after I had made sure that he was strong enough to go through the days without constantly being under watch.
Not too long after we parted ways, I was getting prepared for the surgery that I was no longer allowed to leave the room or to roam the hospital as freely as I had before. Though the reason why I had not been able to come and see him was not only due to the restrictions given to me, but also because my body had simply given up. I had no energy, and the pain was getting too unbearable as I was getting less painkillers to allow my body to take in more of my new meds.
The last time I saw him again was when I was under heavy medication. I was having a high fever that day and I heard his voice talking to my brother and the residing nurse to ask about my condition. I felt him holding my hand and kissing my forehead each time I woke up, barely able to speak, but seeing his face through my bleary eyes felt like a breath of fresh air. When I woke up feeling much better later that night, he was no longer there, but his warmth remained.
The only thing that had been making me worried was knowing that there had to be a reason why he had yet to come and visit me ever since. In otherâmore regularâdays, he would appear in my room to each time I was unable to visit. He had also promised to stay by my side through this surgery, and yet, only a couple of days left and there was still no sign of him, letting me wondering if there was something wrong.
âI can check on him if you want,â Yoongi finally offered after noticing how anxious I had been the whole day. He must have caught me glancing towards the door even as we were sitting there, watching the movie playing from his laptop together. Perhaps he knew that my head had never been on the movie, just like it had always been.
I looked at him and sighed. âCould you?â I finally relented and asked him. âI asked Soyeon about him but she didnât say much except that Jimin is still recovering. We text at night before bed, but heâd never answer when I ask how heâs doing.â
Yoongi simply nodded. âYou know, itâd probably be easier if you guys just share a room together, huh?â he wryly said.
âI wish,â I chuckled, rolling my eyes before I realised just how tempting the idea had sounded. âIs something like that even possible though?â
Yoongi shrugged. âIâve heard of family members or spouses with terminal illnesses being put together in the same room, but I donât know if itâs possible on your case. I could have Hoseok or Kara to ask around. Theyâre the ones who are listed as your family.â
Shaking my head, I turned to look at the laptop again. âI donât even know if Jimin would agree.â
âIâm sure heâs just as devastated as you are that he canât come to see you.â
âYou really think so?â I questioned him, finding him frowning when I looked up. âThanks for trying to lift up my spirits. I feel like youâre treating me like Iâm your teenage younger sister or something.â
Looking at me, Yoongi merely scoffed. âI never had any teenage younger sister to take care of so I wouldnât know.â
When a visitor finally came by to my room later in the night, it was not Jimin.
Yoongi was putting his coat on to leave for the night after staying with me all day when Jungkook appeared in the doorway. There was another bouquet of white flowers in his handâthe same as the ones he had been sending me every dayâand a deep scowl on his face when he exchanged gazes with Yoongi.
Yoongi clenched his jaw, obvious enough to show his dislike at Jungkookâs appearance. He didnât even bother to greet my ex-husband as he turned to me. âDo you want me to stay a bit longer?â
I looked back and forth between them, only to have Jungkook looked away when I met his eyes, though his gaze softened just a little when he saw how uncomfortable I felt at the tension that was rising from them together. Sighing to myself, I could only choose to diffuse the situation by letting Yoongi go on his way.
âItâs okay. You have that date to go to and it wonât be long before Kara gets here anyway,â I told Yoongi, though it was clear that he didnât exactly enjoy accepting my choice.
âYou sure?â he asked again, to which I only nodded. He came to my bed while shaking his head, but he chose not to say a thing when he kissed my forehead aside from telling me to call him if I needed anything. âPromise me to let me know if anything happens.â
âI promise.â
He gave me a final nod before turning to the doorway, where Jungkook was still standing. Both of them stood facing each other for a few awkward seconds before Jungkook finally stepped aside to allow him to pass without saying a word to each other.
The moment Yoongi left, the air between us rippled into a different kind of tension. When it was only between him and Yoongi, all I could feel was their rage, their hostility against each other. But now, as Jungkook was making his way slowly towards the bed, there was a sense of awkwardness that grew between us.
Only a year ago, he was the only man that I had ever loved. Though our marriage was not perfect, he was still a huge part of me that I called home, no matter how lonely that âhomeâ would feel like at times. Tonight, it felt like he was a stranger. There was still a pull inside my chest that felt so tight I could hardly breathe, but it was not enough to have me opening my arms to welcome him with a warm embrace.
Jungkook looked around the room with a wry smile on his face. âYouâve kept the flowers,â he murmured softly as he saw all the white flowers that still remained, finding each one being kept in different vases in all sizes before looking back at me.
âKara and my nurse, Soyeon, took care of them. If the boys had been the ones who received them, theyâd end up somewhere else,â I told him with a chuckle, choosing not to tell him that there had been some that had only ended being tossed into the trash. Mostly on Yoongiâs doing, because Hoseok had always opted on passing them on to the other female nurses who had slowly grown into becoming his admirers.
Jungkook nodded as he listened, and I noticed that his grip on the bouquet had somehow tightened. âMay I?â he asked, pointing at the empty chair next to my bed which Yoongi had been using all day.
âSure,â I said, as I watched him take his seat.
âHere, these are for you,â he said to me as he handed the small bouquet of white roses to me, forcing me to peel my fingers away from the sheets that I had been clutching tightly ever since the moment he appeared at the door.
âThank you,â I whispered. My fingers felt cold when I took the flowers from his hands. My skin crawled when our fingers touched. It was an odd feeling, when in the past, each of his gentle touches would be able to send my heart racing and my body would shudder in pleasure. It truly felt like he was no longer a part of me, as if the years we shared together had been a distant memory that was no longer mine.
I instantly pulled my hand away and kept the flowers on my lap. I didnât miss the way he flinched when I avoided his touch, nor did I miss the look of hurt and disappointment that lingered in his eyes when he saw me clutching the flowers tightly on my lap, as if I was using them as a shield to protect me from him.
âHow are you feeling?â he finally asked after a brief moment of silence. He cleared his throat and blushed when he noticed me looking up. âI, uhâI heard the surgery is in a couple of days.â
I nodded. âTwo days,â I said, and my heartbeat accelerated almost immediately. He must have noticed it when my skin blanched, when the rush of panic came over me.
âOh, shit,â he muttered. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean toââ
âItâs okay,â I quickly told him. âItâs just that it feels surreal, dealing with it. I still havenât completely wrapped my mind around it. It felt like a long time ago when I agreed to go through with it, so Iâve tried not to think about it too much. But then, suddenly itâs only days apart.â
Jungkook nodded as he tried to understand, and the concerned look on his face remained. âYouâll get through this just fine, I know it.â
I looked up, giving him a small smile. âHow can you be so sure?â
Pressing his lips, Jungkook avoided my gaze for a moment. âBecause youâre strong,â he finally said to me. âYouâre always the stronger one between us. Youâve gotten through everything and still came out of it in one piece, whereas I could only burn things to dust and destroy everything I touched.â
Shaking my head, my words slipped out of me before I could stop them. âNot everything.â
His gaze found me, looking surprised to hear what I said, while I had to look away when once again all of the good memories that we had shared together went through my mind. My fingers clenched tighter around the flowers when I wondered just how everything fell into pieces, though what was left inside me was nothing but a numbing rage, when all the hurt he had given me had seized to give me pain since a long time ago.
Jungkook shifted in his seat, pulling my attention back to him. He was still avoiding my gaze, giving me a chance to finally take him all in. There were a lot of changes going on with him. He had always looked pristine, even when he was hiding his pain inside him. But there were also those moments in time, especially while we were battling for our divorce, when he looked terribly broken. He had stopped taking care of himself, leaving his hair constantly messy and his face looking dark and gloomy. I remembered seeing his eyes red and swollen, with deep, dark bags under them growing darker each time with all the sleepless nights he went through and all the drinking that he had resorted to just to escape from everything.
Now, he had looked much better, making good of his words to take care of himself while I was battling my own illness. His body had grown toned and broader, a sign that he had reserved back to working out and eating healthy again. His eyes were much brighter than how I had seen him last, as he had promised me time and time again that he would stop drinking so he could always be in his clear mind while he was supporting me. And then I caught the sight of his hair, looking thicker and longer as he styled them to the back of his head.
âYou look good,â I said, making him look at me again. âHealthier. And youâve kept your hair longer.â
He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair. âNot on purpose,â he admitted with a shrug. âI used to have my wife reminding me to go to the barbershop. Sometimes she would do it herself, have me sit down in the kitchen as she would cut my hair for me. Now, I canât even decide what style of hair to choose for myself because Iâd never know what would look good for me.â
I looked down just as my eyes started burning. There was nothing I could do to stop the tears from building up, threatening to flow like a river.
âSorry, fuckââ I heard Jungkookâs voice cursing at himself before he leaned forward, catching my wrist and holding it gently in his hold. His thumb began rubbing gently on my skin and the dam of tears just broke apart. âI really need to learn how to shut up, but I just cannot help myself.â
I laughed nervously, though they came out with a round of sobbing when I continued crying. It took a moment before I calmed down. As much as I hated to admit it, the way he was softly holding my hand truly helped put myself together.
âI do miss you. Thatâs not a lie,â he whispered softly, meeting my eyes when I looked up. He reached out with his free hand, brushing my tears away. âYou might not see it, but it feels so empty without you. I tried. I promise you, I have tried. Not to move on by seeing anyone else, because other women always remind me of you, but I try to live my life the best I could, to take care of myself the way you would do it for me, but nothing could fill up the empty space you left behind.â
Shaking my head, I tried to pull away from him. âJungkookââ
His grip tightened, and he refused to let me go. âNo, Iâm not doing this to beg you to come back. I swear. I just want to tell you how I feel before Iâd explode.â
Drawing a shaky breath, I tried my best to calm my heartbeat before I looked at him again. âCan we talk about something else, please?â
Jungkook looked at me for a moment longer then nodded his head. âSure,â he said, before he proceeded in telling me things about what he had been doing lately. He made me laugh when he talked about meeting up with his friends, reuniting with his mates from college and spending the whole night playing pool.
âNo, I didnât drink,â he said to me when I asked him about it. âBeen sober for almost six months now. Thereâs no way I can break that promise to you now,â he added, making me smile wider with relief brewing in my chest. âEunwoo got a bit crazy though. Seconds after he agreed to join me on the next AA meeting, he ordered a full bottle of a 12 years-old Macallan and finished almost three-quarters of it on his own.â
âAnd the only thing you drank was Coke?â
Nodding his head, he smiled proudly. âYes, Maâam. I was on my best behaviour the whole night,â he said, and I felt instantly proud of him. The feeling was bittersweet, however, because I couldnât stop wondering what our lives would have been like if he had as much control back then when we were together.
âIâm glad,â was all that I could say to him. âIâm happy to know that youâre living a better life.â
Pressing his lips together, he reached out to grab my hand. âAnd you are going to be there to continue watching me as I make better changes in my life, so you can witness me as I grow to be the man that you can feel proud of,â he said to me, and another set of tears escaped from me. Tightening his hold on my hand, he reached out to my chin and turned my face so I could look at him.
âListen to me. Youâre going to get through this, be stronger and healthier. I know you would. I know itâs scary, but Iâm here. As much as I want to beg for you to come back to me, the only thing I need for you is to fight a good fight. Weâll get through this, and we will both have a much better life. Weâll watch each other as we both move on and find our happiness, to make the most of the rest of our lives, whether weâre doing it together or apart. Okay?â
At this point, I was a sobbing mess. The fear was still clawing from within. But his words gave me a new strength that I never knew I could still feel. It probably wouldnât be enough to make sure that I could make it through, but it was enough to help me look at what was beyond me with a different kind of light.
As I looked into his eyes, I found a new kind of calmness that I had thought I had lost. What I saw in his eyes then would never be the same as what I had seen from him in the past, when he was the reason for me to carry on. But for now, this was more than enough. Taking one last deep, shaky breath, I looked straight into his eyes and nodded. I knew it was wrong to take comfort from the same man that had caused me a lot of pain, the same man that had also caused all the darkest times of my life.
But I knew that he was right and I needed to engulf myself in the comfort of his warmth just as long as I could find strength in them. No matter how scary it would be, I knew that I had to fight it. I needed to. And I had to survive through this no matter what.
âOkay.â
Jimin finally came to see me on the last day I had before the surgery.
It only took waking up to his smile to feel like I was coming alive again, even though I had to take a moment to make sure that I was not dreaming, that he was actually there.
I looked over his shoulder, noticing that the sky outside the window was still dark. the sun had barely come up, which meant that he came in way before the first round of nurses started. On the couch across the room, I saw Kara still deep in her sleep. She had come around the time Jungkook was ready to leave last night, and she had stayed all night to keep me company.
Out of everyone, Kara had been the one who would stay with me overnight. She has admitted once that she was worried that I would feel lonely should I ever wake up in the middle of the night without anyone by my side.
Another reason for her to stay was because of the memory we shared about my Mom. At one of the conversations that we have had where we talked about my mother, I had told her about the late-night phone calls that my Mom made while she was ill. Her eyes instantly lost their light, knowing that one of the many reasons why my mother had been left in the hospital all by herself during those times were because of her. Because my father had chosen to spend the night with his mistress instead of staying by my motherâs side.
âI would remember her whenever I think about you sleeping alone at night in this lousy hospital, afraid and lonely,â she said once after she had asked for a cot and an extra blanket for her to sleep in. âI wonât be able to sleep well at night when it happens. Take it as my redemption. I canât change the past, but I sure as hell wonât let the same thing happen to you.â
Gentle kisses along my knuckles brought me back to the man sitting next to my bed. Jimin smiled at me when I looked at him. He had my hand in his grip, his lips pressing on my skin as he trailed soft kisses that sent delicate shivers through my body. His touches were enough to warm me up against the cold air conditioner blasting in the room.
âMorning, beautiful,â he whispered, making sure to keep it down so he wouldnât wake Kara.
âMorning,â I answered him, still completely in a daze as I took in the sight of him. âYouâre really here.â
His gaze softened as he gave me a wry smile. âIâm sorry that it took me so long to come and see you again,â he said, and only then did I realise that his voice was hoarse and weak, hidden in his whispers.
And then it took him pulling away for me to notice everything that I had missedâthe wheelchair he was sitting on, the thinning hair under his beanie hat, the bags under his red-rimmed eyes, the sunken cheeks, the blisters on his lipsâand my heart dropped.
âJiminââ I choked, to which he quickly pressed a finger on my lips to stop me from talking.
âSshhâI know, I look like hell,â he said, chuckling softly. Though the sound immediately turned into a set of coughs until he managed to take a deep breath and hold it in. âAnd Iâve been through hell.â
My eyes burned with tears, but I did all I could to stop them from falling. Yet I couldnât stop myself from questioning him, âWhy didnât you say anything? Why didnât you tell me? Why didnât anyoneââ
âBecause I didnât want you to worry about me when you already have so much to worry about on yourself,â he said to me with a sad smile. âI asked the nurses to not tell you anything. I couldnât leave my room and let you see me when I was at my worse. You need to focus on yourself, on whatâs happening tomorrow. I should be the last thing in your mind to worry about.â
Shaking my head, I leaned towards him and let him took my hand in his once again. âItâs not fair.â
He smiled at me and said, âItâs only fair. I shouldnât be in the way of your recovery.â
âYou never were. I need you, and I want to be there to support you too.â
âI know. Thatâs why Iâm here now. Iâve done all I could to get strong enough to be here today so I could see you,â he said, pulling my hand in his so he could place my palm on his cheek, giving me a chance to feel him. âYou know that I will always be here to support you.â
âAlways? Promise?â He only answered me with a nod of his head, but it was enough for now. âCan you stay here with me?â
Jimin glanced over his shoulder and tipped his head. âWill your guardian let me?â
I looked over to Karaâs sleeping form and smiled. âShe has to.â
And indeed she did. Kara knew how much I had missed Jimin and how his presence helped make a lot of changes that she even let Jimin use the cot that she had neglected the night before so he could rest once in a while. Even the nurses had come to let Jimin take his medicines without him returning to his room.
âTold you that things would be easier if we had just been placed in the same room,â Jimin joked at Soyeon when she came into the room while shaking her head at him. His comment surprised me as I had never thought he would even consider it.
âYou asked them for a room transfer?â
Jimin shrugged with a sheepish smile. âHey, I tried. Iâve thought about it ever since you got sick from your trips down the halls at night to see me.â
I looked at him, not believing what I just heard. Never once in my mind I had considered it possible for us to share a room that I had pushed away every hope of making it happen. I was completely speechless that all I could do was hold his hand. It was Soyeon who spoke next, breaking the moment we were sharing.
âIf you want, I can submit another request once youâve gone through the surgery,â she said, while Jimin and I exchanged looks.
âCan you do that?â
Soyeon glanced at Kara who was now giving her a hopeful look and smiled. âI can ask your doctor to have permission for transfer,â she answered me with a wink.
âIf Doctor Kim agrees, then itâll leave only one last hurdle that might get in the way,â Jimin said, breaking whatever spell we were in before either one of us even had a chance to celebrate the possible good news.
âWhat is it?â
Jimin gave me a sad smile and said, âYour ex-husband.â
It was finally the day of the surgery.
Everyone had been here with me since this morning, waiting in the room with me. While my anxiety had peaked through the roof the day before, I was surprisingly calm ever since I had woken up this morning. Meanwhile, everyone else seemed to be on the edge since the moment I woke up and it even got worse when the nurse came in just one hour before I was supposed to be taken to the operating room, handing me the last medicine for the day.
The frown on Hoseokâs face kept on slipping out no matter how hard he tried to hide it behind his smile. Even the years that had passed during the period of time when we fell apart couldnât change the fact that I knew my brother. That I would be able to catch on to his emotions so easily despite his efforts of hiding them from me.
He was not the only one who was restless, as Yoongi kept fidgeting in his seat. He had been silent all day, tension continued to roll out of his shoulders as he sat with Hoseok across the room.
As I was forbidden to consume any food or water, Kara found nothing to do to distract herself and she had opted to stay by my side. I had to respect her for trying her best to stay calm, though the moment she held my hand and she started praying for the two of us, it almost felt like I was the one calming her down until her fingers stopped shaking.
âItâll be okay,â I finally said to her when she gave me yet another forced smile the moment our eyes met. But everyone in the room knew that I was speaking for all of us, especially myself, when I added, âEverythingâs going to be fine.â
Jimin came to my room just when it was almost time for me to go. He came in on his wheelchair, with Nurse Soyeon pushing him into the room. Everyone instantly stepped aside to give us space, allowing Jimin to settle down next to the bed, where he took my hand to hold and he could lean in just close enough to give me a kiss.
âIâll be here until the moment they come to pick you up,â he whispered to me between his gentle kisses, then gave me another promise before he pulled away, âAnd Iâll be here when you wake up.â
âPromise?â
âI promise.â
After that moment, time seemed to stand still. Neither of my family dared to speak, afraid that any word they said would burst any bubble that we found ourselves in, to allow the reality to sink in and take over the serene feeling we were having. But they kept hovering around me, making sure that I was calm and ready, though I felt more numb than I was probably supposed to.
It wasnât until the moment when Soyeon returned with another nurse from our floor, pushing a gurney into the room with the help of an orderly, when the silent tension in the room broke apart.
âItâs time,â Soyeon said to me with a calm voice that did nothing to stop my heartbeat from pacing rapidly in my chest. Jimin must have sensed the change in my mood, because he immediately pulled me to him and held me tight, whispering sweet words to calm me down.
âItâs okay, baby. Take a deep breath. Close your eyes and focus on me,â he kept telling me, making sure that I followed his words until I was breathing calmly again.
âOkay, Iâm ready,â I nodded at Soyeon after giving Jimin one last kiss and sending one last smile to my family.
As everyone stepped back and I was carefully transferred from the bed to the gurney, the numbness returned to me and I let myself to be engulfed in it. Even the pain that came piercing through my spine during the transfer couldnât snap me out of it. The sense of calm felt even stronger as Jimin grabbed my hand and gave me one last squeeze only moments before the orderly began pushing me out of the room.
âIâll come with you,â I heard Hoseok said, as if watching me leave the room had snapped him out of his trance and he quickly rushed to walk alongside the gurney as we left our family behind. The last thing I saw when I took one last glance was Yoongi placing his arm around Karaâs shoulders as she cried soundlessly, and Jimin smiling at me as he placed his palm over Karaâs hand that was resting on his shoulder.
The trip from my room towards the operating section on our floor felt like an eternity. I barely paid attention to our surroundings as we made a few turns down the hallways, focusing more on my breathing pattern as I kept myself calm, until I suddenly saw him standing not too far from the doorways leading to the operating area.
âJungkook,â I called out to him as the gurney slowed down to a stop right where he was waiting for me. He nodded briefly at Hoseok before he turned to me, giving me a warm smile despite the way his eyes were watching me closely as if he was afraid I would disappear.
âYou came,â I said, and he nodded.
âI decided Iâd wait for you out here so you could have a moment with your family,â he told me, and my eyes moved to his hands, where I found yet another bouquet of white flowers, and his smile widened as he followed my gaze.
âThese flowers will be waiting for you in your room to greet you once you return,â Jungkook said, before he leaned down, pressing his lips on my forehead as he whispered. âYouâre going to be alright.â
His eyes were glassy with tears when he straightened up, but he forced himself to smile as he brushed gently at my cheek for one last time before he stepped back, allowing the gurney to pass. I kept my eyes on him until I could no longer see him, and Hoseok pulled my attention right before he had to let me go.
âWeâll be waiting for you out here,â he said to me while squeezing my shoulder gently. I could tell that he was trying his best not to cry in front of me, so I put on my brave face and smiled.
âMake sure to buy me some of my favourite ice creams when I come back, will you?â
He nodded and chuckled softly. âIâll fill up the fridge with them for you.â
âReady?â
The nurse that was going to assist the surgeons was the one I was not familiar with, but she was friendly and nice that I stayed calm despite the complicated preparations that would have scared me away. I already felt slightly intimidated just minutes ago, when I was pushed into this room with only strangers standing around me. But the thought of my family who would be waiting right outside those doors, and knowing that Dr. Kim would also be here to assist the procedure, all had done more than calm my nerves that all I had to do was wait until this moment would come.
âIâm going to put this mask on you. Just breathe in normally, and you will feel sleepy in no time. Just donât panic, and focus on counting down or just think of good things, okay?â
âOkay,â I told her, nodding my head before I let her put the breathing mask on my face.
She gave me a smile that was hidden under her mask as I settled back down on the bed, while she carried on with the preparations, helping the surgeons and welcoming Dr. Kim as he came into my line of sight.
His voice was calm, but I barely paid attention to any word he said to me as he introduced the other doctors that had come in with him. I only responded with a nod to each time he spoke, until he instructed me to continue breathing as the only thing they needed to do was to wait until the anaesthetic drugs they had given me would take effect.
Everything around me seemed to move in slow motion afterwards. It felt as if I had left my body and I was watching things unfolding from the outside looking in. I followed the nurseâs instruction as I began breathing normally, taking deep breaths while counting down slowly, until I started to feel heavy with sleep. It didnât take long until I finally gave in as there was never a fight in me to stop me from getting under, and I felt myself drifting away merely seconds after.
That was when everything happened.
They had all said that when you went under, your whole senses would not be able to tell you about anything happening around you, leaving you completely oblivious to what they were doing to your body.
That was not what seemed to be happening to me.
My senses were completely numb, but I was still there. I was still present. My body was no longer moving, but I was terribly aware. A thick blanket of darkness folded around me, cloaking me from the world that still existed around me. I had lost the ability to feel a thing. There was no pain, not a hint of the slightest of touches they made on me, but I knew they were all there.
My mind registered their presence in the form of shadows. Looming, hovering, moving around me while I was rooted as their center. I could feel their movements even through the fog of darkness, but I could feel none of their touch. I heard nothing but a steady hum, drowning me deeper into the darkness, though some of the voices I heard made it seem more like I was drowning underwater.
And then it happened, and suddenly, I could hear it all almost too clearly.
It started with a steady beep, before it began to rise, sounding louder by the second, and then it went faster. The humming sound around me began to rise as well, growing steadily intense. They sounded almost similar to voices of people shouting, only that everything was muffled, like everything was happening under the current of water. The beeping noise grew louder, breaking through the fog, and then louder, turning into an alarming sound as the shouting continued.
An odd feeling of chill washed over me.
And then everything went still.
Authorâs note:
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Donât worry, every single question you may have at the moment will be answered soon. Weâre so close to the final chapters and I am terribly nervous about it, not going to lie. But, before we can finally get there, weâll be having an extra chapter coming in the way.
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[KISS] Friday 4 May 1838
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Good kiss last night fine morning waited for the hairdresser A- and I and I long in dressing and not downstairs till 11 20 â breakfast â had Mr. Pearce â will embark the carriage and take all trouble â very civil â very nice clean (new) carriage and civil coachman and good horses from Pearce the coachmaker â out about 12 Âœ - drove to 114 Park street Hutton tailor, and ordered groomsâ coat and waistcoat and pair of trousers (all Oxford mixed cloth) for George and left Button [?] with Hutton to be sent to [Strengitham] â then drove about seeking Miss Lloyd (recommended by Mrs. Lawton whose name we never mentioned) dressmaker upper Brook street Grosvenor â found her in Lower Brook street n°56 â A- took her a dress to make up â be at Mr. Dumergues (Dentist 2 Albemarle street) at 2 â took up Oddy and set down A- and her a few minutes past 2 â I drove off to Whitehall â Lady Stuart gone â then drove to 4 Carlton terrace â admitted â found Lady S. de R- and Louisa and Mr. Scarlett sitting with them surprised but very glad to see me â soon went in to luncheon, and helped twice to vermicelli soup Lady Eastnor and one of her younger daughters came in and then Mrs. [Dundy?] â sat 1/2 hour very comfortably â Lady S- at Eastcombe Lady Buckinghamshireâs to go to the Lodge on Monday â Lady S. de R- wanted me
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to put off my journey for a fortnight or longer and go with Lady S- to the Lodge â said I really could not do this â very sorry â too unwell to go to agreeableize â had thought of getting well, and then trying to agreeable â the S. de R-s have some thought of letting their house for the coronation to Marshal Soult in which case they will all go to the Lodge and there will be no room for me â said I would drive over to Eastcombe tomorrow â from Lady S. de R-sâ drove to Lady Gordonsâ 34 Hertford street â found her and Georgiana and Cosmo â and saw Alicia a fine girl aetatis 16 not to be introduced of one year or more â said I would by and by order a butt of sherry for Cosmo - ÂŁ80 per butt for the best â any colour I liked â Cosmo always liked to know this â he prefers medium colour, neither very brown nor very pale â about 600 bottles (did he say?) in a butt â duty about ÂŁ30 â and then there would be fright â sent a great deal to Hull â some gentleman said he found the sherry (the best) stand [him] to 4/8 per bottle â more said I then I now pay â yes! said Cosmo, if you have it from a wine merchant - ÂŁ3 per dozen = 5/. per bottle â sat about Âœ hour with Lady G- till Lady Charlotte Luscombe? came in which sent me off â Lady G- begged to see me on my return â she was laid up with cold and rheumatism or something in her knees â I joked her about having refused me â she said as if offhand enough to be at unawares â yes! and I have never repented it but once â that is, always â of this I took no notice but by saying with a smile, I daresay we should have done very well together â Returned home direct from Herford street and took up A- about 4 and drove into the city â called en passant at Pearcesâ Longacre 103 âto the Heraldsâ college â Mr. Harrison not there â at the Earl marshalâs office 30 Great George street Westminster  - all busy about the coronation â the porter would let him know to call on us at 11am tomorrow and then to Fenchurch street 123 about the passage by the Princess Victoria packet to Antwerp â took our places (births) and got order for embarking the carriage â ourselves ÂŁ2.2.0 each â carriage ÂŁ5. total including two servants = ÂŁ12.14.0 of which paid ÂŁ6 â bought biscuits at Lemannsâ Threadneedle street, and thermometer at Batesâ, and A- left her watch and I my McL- watch at Rundel and Bridges, and stopt a moment at Pearcesâ and bought hat for George at Dudleyâs 148 Regent street and home about 7 ÂŒ - dinner almost immediately â Potage Ă la julienne â part of [roast] loin of little mutton spinach and potatoes and a pudding â pint of Madeira for A- and bottle of Claret for myself of which we respectively drank Âœ and both slept till 10 soon after when we went upstairs to bed â ate oranges â and dawdled over getting into bed â and had a pretty good kiss and then fell asleep
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Jeweler Richard Fanbook Short Story #14
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Santa Invasion
âWhatâs this?â
âIce cream.â
âWell, I can tell that much just by looking, but...â
âTo be precise, it is an ice cream cake.â
A gigantic ladybug was sitting on the low table. Its vivid red and dark brown-like black shades were definitely berries and chocolate. The back was decorated with flowers like marguerite. It was adorable. And huge. It was a hemispherical cake that looked like a basket ball cut in half, the name of a store from Dogenzaka printed on its box. It was 7PM. The last customer had left, I was done with the cleaning and all we had left to do was closing the store. It was still the second week of December, so the mayhem of making provisions for winter presents was a few ways ahead, but the number of clients was increasing little by little.
Just what on earth would this beautiful jeweler come up in such times?
Due to a habit of his from whenever he had something that was hard to say aloud and thus failed to speak up, Mr. Richard Ranashinghe de Vulpian had a serious crease forming just slightly between his brows. It made me feel at ease. This guy didnât make a face like this when he was burdened with something that was actually difficult to say. He would speak more bland and expressionlessly instead.
âThis is a little souvenir.â
âAre you going to a customerâs place after this?â
Richardâs reply was a gentle ânoâ in English.
Heâd been often speaking a mix of Japanese and English lately. When English-speaking customers came by, he would switch completely to English as if for practical assessment, so I was desperate just to keep up with listening to them. I was grateful for having him as my English conversation teacher.
âA certain good-for-nothing who works with finances is currently in Japan, so...â
âAh, Jeffrey-san, is it? He seemed so busy last time... Sorry, forget what I just said.â
âNo need. That is a correct interpretation, so it is nothing to apologize about.â
Despite saying this, Richardâs facial expression did not seem even remotely satisfied as he swiftly took an indigo envelope out of his pocket. It had no seal, so it must have been handed over to him. The content was a pop-out card, and under a paper-craft cake colored with gold leaves and uneven printing, it was written in very tasteful Japanese: âIâm going to hold a party at the hotel, so come over. Iâll be waiting.â The date of the party was today and the place was the room of a luxury hotel in Tokyo. A home party? No, a hotel party.
The title was âRichardâs birthday partyâ. The plate of the pop-up cake didnât say âMerry Christmasâ. It said âHappy Birthdayâ.
Christmas Eve on the 24th was this beautiful shopkeeperâs birthday.
As I returned the card to him, a crease once again formed between Richardâs brows as he said with an unsparingly decisive tone, âHow very embarrassing.â
âDoesnât seem so much like it from your face.â
âBecause I practiced making it. But this is extremely embarrassing. I think it is not something that warrants going through the trouble of arranging a plane ticket.â
âI wonder if anyone else will be going.â
âIt seems Chieko will attend. I received an e-mail yesterday saying, âI am going to show up as a surprise so please take care of meâ.â
âIs that even a surprise? Well, okay.â
Chieko-san was Richard and Jeffreyâs private tutor in the past and I was acquainted with her to some degree. I wondered if Homura-san, who had married her daughter, was also coming. No, not happening. He was a customer of Etranger, so Richard would probably feel abashed if he did so.
âIf it goes on like this, the people lying in wait in that room will just gang up into an assembly to celebrate me.â
âWhat even is âganging up to celebrateâ?â
âThey are ganging up on me. I likely will not be able to say anything other than âthank you very muchâ. I need reinforcements. If you would like, could you come with me?â
âMe too? That okay?â
âOf course. The party starts at 8PM probably because it coincides with Etrangerâs closing hours. That British safe-like man is not narrow-minded enough to leave you out.â
It was written there that the party would begin at 8PM. We had 30 minutes. There was no spare time to make a pudding. What to do? What should I do?
Richard was apparently unable to let my groaning an ângh, nghâ while deep in thought go unnoticed. âIf it is impossible for you, just say so right away. I know that you are at the final stage of studying for your exams.â
âThat doesnât matter. Why didnât you tell me a bit earlier about this? If I knew, I couldâve made preparations for it... Aah, is that why?â
âIt is. I recall saying that you should refrain from being overly distracted.â
âI donât think a âcelebrationâ is âoverly distractingâ, though.â
âAnything is fine, so please answer. Will you come or not?â
He didnât have to go as far as asking me something like that.
I bowed in a way that wouldnât cause any hairs to fall onto the ice cream ladybug. âI shall humbly accompany you.â
âVery well.â
âSorry, but before that, I gotta go to the toilet for a bit.â
I hastily rushed to Etrangerâs restroom and unlocked my phone in a flash. I then tapped on the e-mail app. Of course, the destination could only be one person.
âHelp. Iâm sorry but I just got informed about the birthday party, so I have no present.â
Jeffrey-san.
The contents of the message were not at all on a level that someone should send to the person they owed their life to, but he would understand.
The reply came in a matter of seconds. As expected, he worked fast.
âGood evening. I have everything, so thereâs no problem if you come empty-handed. There will be champagne, canapĂ©s, chicken pie and cake, and I plan to have chocolate fondue coming up at the end.â
There was a proud smiley emoji at the end of the text. It seemed this was going to be a big deal.
Richard would probably have work tomorrow, and he wasnât the type to get wasted or stuff his face with sweets in the middle of the night. It seemed I also wouldnât have to worry about dinner. It made me feel sorry. This was the same old pattern. This course of eating and seeing good stuff amidst the confusion of the moment made my stomach hurt when I thought better about it.
âDonât you know anything that Richard wanted?â
The response came after a moment, âMy bad, but nothing comes to mind. How about you give him what you want most?â
What I wanted most. I could only think of refill shampoo and new socks. Iâd be ashamed of giving things like that to Richard. After all, this was a mixture of birthday and Christmas partyâ
Just as I was thinking this, a genius inspiration sprouted in my head. It wasnât the best solution. Not at all. But I felt it could work. This was too obvious, but if only I had the necessary materials for it, I could do it immediately.
Making up my mind, I came out of the restroom, apologized for making Richard wait, and as we rode to the designated address on the jaguar, I had him stop the car in front of a mass retailer for a moment. I told him I wanted to buy refill shampoo for my home. Richard was exasperated, but didnât have any suspicions in particular.
We arrived at the hotel, got into the elevator, and on the way to the party venue, I made sure to walk a bit behind Richard. Staying out of his sight was essential.
When he opened the door to the suite, sure enough, Jeffrey-san and Chieko-san were waiting inside. Giving off a relaxed atmosphere, a room-service feast even bigger than what I had imagined from the phone call was waiting on the table for the main guest.
âHappy birthday, Richard. Chiekoâs here too. Surprised?â
âOf course. Very surprised. Extremely.â
âHmm, by the looks of it, I guess there was some information leak. Well, thatâs okay! Whereâs Nakata-kun?â
âWhat do you mean âwhereâ? Heâs right here. Seigi... Seigi?â
My eyes locked with Richardâs. I had locked them with Jeffrey-sanâs before that. I was grateful that he had done me the favor of not laughing.
I politely shook my head at my boss, who was making a flabbergasted face. âMy name is Santa.â
What I had bought at the mass retailer was a handy Santa makeover set. The three-piece set consisted of a hat, a put-on beard and a Santa costume, but I hadnât had time to change into the costume, so it was folded up in my bag. I intended to borrow the suiteâs bathroom to put on the costume. If I at least had my face ready, I could somehow make it work.
Richard was dumbfounded. It was the obvious reaction. But I wanted him to forgive me for this. After all, it was December and today was a party day.
âIâm Santa Claus! I came from the North Pole. Please take care of me for today!â After introducing myself, I thought that maybe this wasnât an exemplary self-introduction for Santa, but it was already too late.
Jeffrey-san, who completely livened up the mood whenever he got excited, went along with the joke, saying, âWah, Santa-san, thank you for coming from such a faraway place!â
I was grateful for that one. And that was how I got away with playing the role of a worldwide mascot-like old man character from the Arctic for the day. The ice cream cake brought by the star of the party was a success, and we had a toast with both champagne and royal milk tea. Chieko-san was wearing a kimono, the remade peridot brooch on her chest.
   It had already been more than half a year since then, but to my body, it felt like even longer ago.
My location had moved from Japan to Sri Lanka, as one would expect, and I was busy fully enjoying a spring in which white temple flowers were blooming in Kandy, my new home. But for some reason, Santa was here. A beautiful blond, blue-eyed man slipped in and out of sight, but his outward appearance was that of Santa Claus. It was the kind of Santa costume that you could buy at the costume section of any mass retailer. One of the sad things about unmatched beauty was the fact nobody could actually claim that his natural beauty was ruined by the look. The brilliance of his blue eyes, which looked like they could suck you in, was the same as ever.
âI am Santa Claus. I came from the North Pole.â
âBut nowâs a hot time of the year.â
âSanta Claus is a symbol of summer in the Southern Hemisphere. I do not think it is particularly strange.â
âT-That might be true. Well, then... whatâre you doing?â
âSanta does what Santa does. The tradition of Santa Claus, much like the language of jewels, has a wide variety of legends to it depending on the region, but either way, the role of a saint who grants blessings to little children, women and those in need is a guise commonly demanded in society. And for you, here it is.â Saying this, âSantaâ offered me a plastic, loose stone display case that I was all too familiar with. There was a red stone stuck between the cushion and transparent lid. âCan you identify this gemstone?â
âTourmaline, I guess. Red tourmaline.â
âGood for you. Did you know that it has one more name?â
âRubellite.â
âPerfect. Large, pinkish-red tourmalines are called by that name, and it is a stone of which huge carved crystals have been loved as works of art, such as the amulet of Empress Dowager Cixi and the Romanov royal treasure, the âStrawberry Pendantâ.â
As I peeked at the stone inside the case, humming that it was pretty, the beautiful jeweler cleared his throat and started over.
âJust as peopleâs feelings dwell within beautiful stones, this one is filled with the feeling of celebrating the start of your new life, from your family back in Japan, your friends and your superior at work, with whom you have a relationship other than the aforementioned and that neither of us knows how to define. Santa is wholly thankful for being in the position to bestow you with such a gift. I forgot to say it, but happy birthday. Nakata Seigi-san. I sincerely pray, all the way from my home in the Arctic, that this year will be a fruitful one for you.â
âThank you. Seriously, thank you for always, Richa...â
âSanta. I am a passing Santa.â
âThen letâs go with that. By the way, if youâre Santa, where are the reindeers?â
When asked this, the man in disguise answered with a cool gaze that the reindeers were using stealth technology nowadays so that they wouldnât be found by radars, hence they couldnât be seen. He had it down to the details.
âItâs been about ten years since the last time Santa-san came around. Iâll take good care of this. Santa-san, you take care of your body too. Iâll ask my boss next time I see him about the person who gave you this stone.â
âYou should. Well, then.â With a bow, Santa left for a car parked in the courtyard. I probably wasnât supposed to see him off. Iâd feel bad for the stealth reindeers.
The red stone stayed in my hand.
I had told a white lie. It hadnât been ten years since Santa had last showed up. This was the first time ever since I was born. In my home, there was always someone playing the role of âSantaâ, such as Hiromi, Grandma and Nakata-san, so they never tried to tell me nice lies. Nakata-san probably just followed Hiromiâs way of doing things, though. The fact I thought up something like that last December, when Jeffrey asked me what I âwanted mostâ, might not have been unrelated to this. At any rate, to me, not even once was there any supernatural existence who would leave toys by my bedside if I were a good kid. Until this day.
After a while of standing by the garden, where it was always summer, and listening closely to the cries of birds with my eyes closed, I unlocked my phone. The Wi-Fi range of the house seemed good, and so I could send e-mails immediately. The contents were simple. The destination was my boss, Richard.
âSanta came to my place. But he left so quick that I couldnât make him tea.â
The reply soon came: âAre you half-asleep?â
If he really thought that I was half-asleep, then maybe I should delay the reply for a few more minutes, I thought, but I didnât write anything further. The houseâs cleaning was half-assed and I had to check the security. I also wanted to know as many of my neighbors as could.
Together with the feeling that I had suddenly been given something I had forgotten, and that I didnât even know I had forgotten, I put rubellite in the jewelry safe and stepped out into the Sri Lankan provincial city. I had nothing to fear and no hesitation. The ill feeling that Iâd be living here alone had disappeared. After all, Santa had come by. Far from elementary school, I was now an adult who had already graduated from university, and it currently wasnât December but May, where the only anniversary I could think of was my own birthday, yet Santa had come by. Such an impossible thing had happened.
So I could do my best, I thought.
And so, I could be getting ahead of myself, but I began thinking about my plans for this December. Would there be a second chance for Santa to appear? If not, I wanted to make one. I decided to fuss over the outfit a little more and prepare proper gifts this time. Then Iâd tell him stories about jewels and try to make him laugh a lot. That, too, was Santaâs duty.
#housekishou richard shi no nazo kantei#housekishou richard#jeweler richard#the case files of jeweler richard#nakata seigi#richard ranashinha de vulpian#richard ranashinghe de vulpian#richard#jr short story collection#jeffrey claremont#novel#tsujimura nanako#yukihiro utako#my translation
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More Than What Iâve Already Become (Supercorp Waitress AU)
Iâve had a Supercorp Waitress Au (both the movie and musical) rolling around in my head for a while that has, quite frankly, prevented me from writing anything else. So I finally sat down and wrote out a little of it and figure Iâll just post it here as I write it in spurts. If it ends up any good Iâll move it over to ao3 when itâs done. So for now please enjoy Part 1
The gentle hum from the fluorescent light that hung low in the small back room lulled Kara into a sense of quiet comfort as she worked. The early morning hours when she had the diner to herself were the only true solace in her days. Sugar, butter, flour. A pinch of salt. Ice cold water. Dextrous and lightning quick fingers bringing the pastry together. Her mind on autopilot as she wrapped each new crust in plastic wrap and placed them in the fridge while grabbing those she had made the previous morning to be rolled out and baked.
She glanced up to make sure the oven was on, as if it was ever turned off, and set about working the dough as little as possible. Quick and gentle movements so as not to overwork it. Buttery and flaky is what Jâonnâs Pie Shop was known for; not tough and chewy. Apple, cherry, rhubarb, chocolate banana, chess, coconut cream, and the dayâs special.
As she crafted the last pie, she couldnât fight the memory of learning her craft. It was like she had walked back into the tiny kitchen of the small home she grew up in. Firm, but gentle hands guiding her own as she measured each ingredient and stirred the marshmallow into the steaming pudding mix her mother made. The soft humming of the song they had made up together through the years.
The memory always brought her peace. Made her feel as though her mother was there; wrapping her in her arms so she was safe and warm. Twirling her around the kitchen as she impatiently waited for the sweet, sweet treat they created together.
âKara.â
The voice snapped her out of her memories and back into the dreary present.
âWhat is it James?â
âNo need to get all prissy. Whatâs the special today? Nia needs to write it on the board.â
âUhh...deep shit blueberry bacon,â she replied as she pulled the pie from the oven.
James stared at her a moment, âDeep shit?â he asked, his voice incredulous.
âAh, dish,â Kara corrected herself, âDeep dish, sorry James.â
âCâmon, Kar,â he replied with a shake of his head and turned to head to the counter.
The blonde followed him and grabbed her apron from Alexâs hand as she walked by, âWhatâs gotten into you today, Kar?â The redhead asked as she tied her own apron, following the blonde behind the counter, accepting the empty coffee pot Kara thrust into her midsection and haphazardly sliding it into place under the coffee maker.
âMake that coff-â
âWe got it, Jimmy. We make coffee every day.â Alex said with a roll of her eyes. The sneer that had instantly appeared at the sound of James Olsenâs voice softened once again as she turned her attention to the woman who was staring in the direction of the window but looking at nothing. âKaraâŠâ
The taller woman shook her head. âLater, Alex. We have to open and you know -â
âNo. No later. Youâve been in a funk all week and I-Iâve been patient but youâre my little sister. I canât stand to see you this way. So...Nia! Emergency meeting, now!â
Kara jumped as a clattering of forks and knives sounded from the direction of the booth in the far corner of the restaurant.. âAlex, my ears! Iâm right here!â
âYes, butâŠâ She paused as Nia sat up, blinking sleep from her eyes and looking around in confusion. âSleeping beauty needed to be roused. Now, câmon, letâs go.â The redhead
The three women crowded into the tiny restroom. The two other women pushing Kara toward the stall in the corner.
Alexâs voice was firm as she cornered her sister against the sink when she tried to escape. âKara. Youâve put this off long enough.â
âAlex, I donât know what youâre talking about. Wh-â
âYou know what.â The redhead and Nia replied in unison.
âI thought you said you donât sleep with your husband anymore.â
âAh, Nia. IâŠâ Kara let out an exasperated sigh. âI donât butâŠâ
âBut.â Alex interjected, her voice laced with venom as she started to open the package in her hands. She hadnât liked Mike from the start and couldnât stand to be in the same room as the man.
âWell, he-he got me drunk and I - I do stupid things when I drink like...sleep with my husband.â She couldnât temper the self-loathing that crept into her voice when she said that and Alex gave her arm a gentle squeeze as she pressed the dreaded item into her palms with the other.
âYou were wearing that red dress, werenât you?â Her sister said as she steered the blonde toward the stall door.
âOh, I love that red dress! They way it sparkles, it looks like an ice-skating outfit...â Nia said dreamily from where she sat perched on the edge of the sink.
Alex shoved Kara into the stall and pulled the door closed, keeping her hand on the door, holding it in place as though her freakishly strong sister couldnât easily pull the rickety door off its hinges if she wanted to.
âStay with us, Nia! Read the directions.â
âAlex!â Kara screeched from where she was precariously squatting in the cramped stall. She knew that every drop of blood in her body had rushed to her face, her embarrassment for this whole ordeal quadrupling. âI donât need her to read the direct-â
âSe puede saber la duratiĂłn de la -â
âEnglish!â
âRight, sorry Alex. I hope you drank enough this morning, Kara.â The young woman cleared her throat. âDo not insert the test stick into your vag-â
âThank you, Nia! But Iâm all set.â Kara all but yelled as the sound of the toilet flushing filled the small room and Kara yanked the door out of her sisterâs hand.
She carried the stick pinched between two fingers, a slight crinkle in her brow. Nia jumped down from the counter as the blonde approached, skirting around her and looking at the object in her hand as if it were a bomb. Kara could have sworn she heard the young brunette chanting negative under her breath as she passed by.
âOkay, how long?â Kara asked, setting the stick on the edge of the sink then washing her hands.
Nia glanced at the instructions that were still in her hand, âTwo minutes. One line is negative and two means positive.â
She heard Alex twisting the timer she had surreptitiously removed from the kitchen on their way to Karaâs personal hell that was this bathroom. Turning off the water, she dried her hands and sighed.
Nia smiled at her tentatively. âMaybe...maybe his uh, his machinery is broken somehow. What if! What if his boys donât swim? I mean...that would be miraculous luck.â
âYeah, real miraculous.â Alex grunted. âThought youâd get away with an unprotected fu-â
âFunny how one night can ruin your whole life.â Kara interjected with a mirthless chuckle. She had never grown used to the way her sister used colorful vocabulary so flippantly. Alex glared at her.
The redhead scoffed. âDonât say that, we donât even know what the test says.â
âI just wish...someone would send me a sign, tell me ho-â
The timer started to ring and three pairs of eyes immediately darted to the plastic stick sitting on the counter.
Kara drew in a shuddering breath, Alexâs hand encircling her wrist for a moment, giving her a supportive squeeze then giving her a tiny push in the direction of the sink.
One line. One line. One line. One line.
It was like a mantra that played over and over in her head as she crossed the short distance in a few short steps. She closed her eyes before picking up the stick that held the power to make or break her. Taking one last deep breath in, she opened her eyes.
âShit.â
#I love pie#and the film waitress#and the musical waitress#and I just thought that it would be fun to have supercorp be here#so here we go#waitress#waitress musical#supercorp#supergirl#alex danvers#nia nal#james olsen#J'onn J'onzz#kara danvers#lena Luthor will pop up in part two#I promise#there will be angst#with a happy ending#this is probably a bad idea#see what I did there#supercorp fanfic#did I proofread this at all?#hell no
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Take it easy
Summary:
âAre you looking to get infected?â Nancy raises an eyebrow, smiling when TK snorts. âBecause Iâm pretty sure I can make that happen.â
âI see youâre just going to be a pain in my neck both on shift and off shift, huh?â TK teases, the words said without an ounce of heat, and Nancy shrugs, grinning smugly.
âMy lungs are dying, TK. I think I have complaining privileges.â
Written for Day 4 of @911lonestarangstweek : Sickfic + âYou need to rest.âÂ
Read on AO3
âTell me I did not just hear from that lovely nurse Melody say what I think she just said.â
Nancy forces back a loud groan, knowing that she would just be coughing up her lungs again. Looking up from her Instagram feed, she spies TK leaning against the entry of her hospital room, looking less than impressed. She parts her lips to reply, but TK holds up a hand.
âThat was a rhetorical question. I forbid you to say even a single word.â The words sound like a warning, but Nancy has worked and gotten to know her partner long enough to see how worried he was underneath the whole tough façade. His arms were crossed, trying to mask how he was itching to wring his hands together, and she could see the residual trembling as he fought back the urge to tap his feet against the linoleum flooring.
âI could have my lungs taken out and still have enough air to fight you, Strand.â Nancy croaks, wincing when she hears how bad she sounds through all the mucus and dry throat, but TK doesnât bat an eye. She follows him with her eyes as he tentatively closes the distance between them to sit by the chair at her bedside, obviously ignoring the warnings the hospital personnel gave about personal space.
âAre you looking to get infected?â Nancy raises an eyebrow, smiling when TK snorts. âBecause Iâm pretty sure I can make that happen.â
âI see youâre just going to be a pain in my neck both on shift and off shift, huh?â TK teases, the words said without an ounce of heat, and Nancy shrugs, grinning smugly.
âMy lungs are dying, TK. I think I have complaining privileges.â She coughs to the side that TK is not currently occupying, the brutal hacking sound making her entire chest feel on fire as she gratefully accepts the spit tray offered to her along with the glass of water.
âWhich is exactly why you are not coming back to work. Did you seriously think the doctors would discharge you like this?â TK lifts an eyebrow skeptically, running a gentle hand down her back as she tries to breathe in without coughing all the air back out again. When she feels no more incoming coughs, she straightens to look at him.
âI can flash my badge and get a discharge back home. Then Iâll just slap on a mask and go back to work. I didnât break my legs, TK, I have pneumonia. Iâm perfectly fine.â Nancy gripes, narrowing her eyes at TKâs scoff.
âYou need to rest. Need I remind you why youâre in the hospital in the first place?â TK sighs, lifting his hands up before dropping them down on his lap. âYou already had a cold before that call, and then you decided to leap off the side of a bridge like Prince Charming in that third Cinderella movie. Into the lake. Which was freezing, by the way.â TK shuddered, as if taken back to that scene, and Nancy held back a laugh because that would not help her coughing get any better.
âOh, silly me. I should have dipped my toes in the water one-hundred feet up in the air to test the temperature before trying to save that little girlâs life. Iâll make sure to keep that in mind and grow longer legs in my next lifetime to do just that.â Nancy says drily, and she just smiles innocently as TK glares daggers at her.
âAnd you say Iâm the impulsive one.â
âYou literally jumped in right after me, so that argumentâs invalid.â
âYeah, but I didnât catch pneumonia after, did I?â
They stare at each other blankly, before their lips twitch upwards at the same time as laughter fills up the room. Nancy tries to hold her own giggles back, but it was difficult when she had a partner that gave as good as he got, which made her want to strangle him half the time, and the rest of the time hug him and never let go. Â
âI still remember the double death glares from the captains,â Nancy manages to get out between their laughter with coughs mixed in between, and TK lifts a hand to cover his face, a wide grin peeking out from between his fingers.
âLittle Amelia must have been so confused. I mean, there we were, soaked to the bone holding her in between us while our entire station just glares at us and planning the best way to murder us both.â TK snorts, and Nancy feels a new bout of laughter threatening to come out when she remembers the six pairs of eyes that just stared at them incredulously.
âYouâre lucky Carlos wasnât there. Iâm surprised he hasnât already been lugging around a portable doghouse for you to climb into next time this kind of thing happens.â Nancy snickers, laughing at the face TK makes at that.
âOh, he chewed me out thoroughly when I got home. In between tucking in blankets and not letting me leave the couch in my homemade burrito, I couldnât so much as go to the washroom without him glaring at me for even trying to get up.â TK rolls his eyes fondly, and Nancy feels her smile soften at the affection shining through every single one of his words.
âLove looks good on you, Strand.â Nancy nudges him lightly with an elbow, and receives a gentle squeeze on her arm. She knows sheâs not going to like the next words that come out of TKâs mouth when his eyes suddenly sparkle mischievously.
âSpeaking of love,â Nancy shoots him a glare at that, because she knows exactly where this conversation was going and that was not to describe what it was. âHowâs that thing that we were discussing a few days ago going?â TK wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, and Nancy sighs in exasperation.
âItâs not going. Anywhere. Weâre friends,â Nancy shrugs, looking down at the hospital linens, slowly picking at them with her hands. It was the truth, they were friends. So what if her insides feels a little weird when they were in a room together, it didnât mean anything. âAnd she hasnât spoken a single word to me since this happened.â
She let out a few quiet coughs, remembering how Marjan had hovered over them â over her at the scene, but then after she got admitted into the hospital, nothing. Not a peep. Not even a text or the occasional meme they send to each other over Instagram.
Maybe she had just been deluding herself the whole time.
Maybe her heart was slowly splitting into tiny pieces.
Asking for the moon was sometimes easier than wishing someone would stay.
TK falls silent next to her, and just when she tries to put on her best smile and change the subject, she feels a hand squeeze hers.
âWhatever youâre thinking, stop. You and I both know Marjan wouldnât give someone the radio silence treatment without a reason. And, she has the night off today.â TK trails off, the suggestion lingering in the air and Nancy sighs.
She just wants to forget.
âYouâre right, Iâm just a little-â Nancy cuts herself off, pursing her lips at the frenzied thoughts circling her mind.
â-Sick and just want to see the person who makes your heart feel all funny for a while?â TK proposes, and Nancy turns to shoot him a playful glare, ignoring the heat slowly seeping into her cheeks.
âOkay smartass, turn down the notch on cocky bastard a little, will you?â Nancy grins as TK laughs, and she feels a brief moment of satisfaction when he doesnât move away from her swat to his shoulder. âNow, I know for a fact that you brought food with you. Give me my offering.â
With a small tsk and a quiet mutter of âof course, since you asked so nicely,â TK hands her a cloth bag. She slowly takes out a metal container along with a spoon wrapped neatly in paper towels, lifting the lid curiously. Her eyes widen in surprise at whatâs inside, smiling at how pretty it looks.
âTofu?â
âTofu pudding,â TK adds, smiling. âCarlos has been into Chinese cuisine lately and found this off the internet. You usually eat it cold, but we thought warming it up a little might be better for you. You get your daily dose of protein while actually enjoying the food, itâs a win-win.â
Nancy picks up the spoon and dips it into the soft pudding, admiring how smoothly the spoon slides through. She lifts it up to her mouth, and although a little bland (though she couldnât really eat any heavily seasoned food for a while anyway), it was delicious.
âIf you donât marry your boyfriend, Iâll do it for you.â Nancy takes another bite of the soothing goodness, smiling around her mouthful when TK blushes.
âHigh praise, Iâll keep that in mind.â TK chuckles, and Nancy grins before taking another bite, loving how easy it was to swallow.
Then, another thought crosses her mind.
âWait, how did you get in here, anyway? I thought they were barring visitors.â Nancy narrows her eyes at TK suspiciously, wondering how the nurses hadnât come in to kick him out yet. TK just smirks, leaning back against the chair and crossing a leg over the other.
âYou clearly donât know me very well if you think thatâs going to stop me.â
Nancy hums, though she really couldnât complain. He brought her food, after all.
âFair point.â
.
Nights were the worst.
She has been a paramedic for close to seven years, and still, she could never stop being offended by her own body betraying her at the most crucial time of the day when she needed to rest without wanting to tear her lungs out and dunk them in an ice bath. Â
Sighing to give into her fate of a sleepless night yet again, she opens her eyes slowly, blinking against the dim lighting of her secluded room. Picking up her phone, she lets her eyes adjust to the change in brightness before a small smile slowly makes its way on her lips at the cute Buttercup video Mateo sent her a little earlier.
âCanât sleep?â
Nancy jumps, a muffled shout coming out followed with a series of long coughs, making her wince.
Ugh, even the coughs at night were worse.
âWhoa, hey, easy. Sorry.â A warm hand rubbed her back in soothing circles, much like what TK had done earlier, but these hands left a lingering heat that didnât disappear when they retracted hesitatingly.
âSorry, I didnât mean to scare you.â Marjan repeats quietly, her brown eyes stretched wide as she looks at her worriedly, and Nancy tries to smile, waving her off.
âItâs fine. I just wasnât expecting anyone.â Nancy lets out another cough before clearing her throat, gratefully accepting the water Marjan offers her. She takes a few sips, cringing at how her throat burns with each swallow.
The burn provides a welcome distraction from how Marjan was currently standing beside her hospital bed, wearing a simple green long-sleeved turtleneck and matching hijab, with a soft smile that brightened every single room she walked into. Â
She suddenly felt self-conscious about her own appearance, no doubt sporting dark eye-bags from the lack of sleep and looking paler than a ghost from not eating much other than the food TK or Captain Vega brought in for her. Paul had also swung by a few times, along with the other members of the 126 but she didnât have the heart to tell them and their openly kind expressions that she couldnât really stomach a lot right now. That, and how ingesting anything, including water, felt like swallowing porcupine quills.
Still, the urge to hide behind her hair was strong.
âHow did you even get in here?â Nancy asks instead, frowning when she remembered that visiting hours were long over, and yet, here Marjan was.
She noticed Marjan shifting nervously, and it was definitely something new. She wasnât sure sheâs ever seen Marjan being awkward or nervous, and certainly not around her.
âTK pulled some strings. And I may have had a littleâŠconversation with the nurses.â Marjan winced a little, and Nancy couldnât help quirking her lips up in a small smile.
âConversation, huh?â She hums absently, biting back a laugh at Marjanâs nervous glances back at the nurseâs station. âIs that what you called the ripping-into you gave the tattoo artists?â She couldnât help tease, her smile widening at the spots of colour spreading across Marjanâs cheeks.
âWell it definitely seems like youâre feeling a little better.â Marjan sighs in fond exasperation, the awkwardness dissipating between them, and Nancy follows her figure as she sits down tentatively on the chair beside her.
âDo firefighters just have no concept of âIâm infectious?â Arenât you also a qualified medic?â Nancy asks playfully, her heart doing a little jump at Marjanâs wide grin.
âIn sickness and in health,â Marjan shrugs, as if she hadnât just quoted wedding vows at her, and Nancy just stares at her blankly. Marjan lifts her gaze, and she fidgets slightly when she feels those eyes staring straight through her.
âIâve never seen you with your hair down,â Marjan comments quietly, and Nancy starts, lifting a hand self-consciously to run her fingers through it. âItâs usually always in a bun or a ponytail. You lookâŠdifferent.â
Okay, that fills her with mild panic.
âI can always tie it back up? My mother always hated how long I would let my hair grow, so I always have a hair tie ready-â
A hand grasps her wrist gently before she can tug the hair tie off her wrist, and she looks up to see Marjan looking at her warmly.
âItâs a good different.â Nancy lets out a small puff of air at that, slowly lowering her hands back onto the thin covering. She couldnât help but notice Marjan still not letting go of her wrist. Something conflicting passed by her expression, and Nancy noticed that she kept on parting her lips to say something before holding back.
Leaning back slowly against the ridiculous number of pillows, turning her head to clear her vision of a few loose strands of hair, Nancy waited.
âIâm sorry.â
Okay, that was something she hadnât been expecting.
She snaps her head up, turning to look at Marjan in surprise.
Why was she apologizing?
ââŠfor what?â Nancy asks cautiously, frowning when Marjan shifts her hand to squeeze her arm. Her other hand is pinching on the edges of her clothes, and Nancy wonders if itâs a nervous tick.
Thereâs a sharp laugh, though it was lacking all humour that cuts through the quietness of the room, and Nancy wants to smooth out the creases between her eyebrows as she scowls sadly.
âI gave you the silent treatment. I ignored you whenâ I just, Iâm sorry.â Nancy feels her shoulders relaxing, and suddenly, she wants nothing more than to hug the woman looking like the human version of a kicked puppy beside her.
âBut you came,â Nancy says softly, waiting until Marjan looks up before continuing. âYou still came, and thatâs all that matters.â In a sudden burst of courage, she covers the hand thatâs on her arm with her own, smiling at the look of surprise that greets her.
Marjan blinks at her, then down at their hands. With a small smile, she squeezes hers.
And Nancy lets her.
âYou know,â Marjan starts, her eyes looking a little distant as if she was re-living a memory. âWhen you just leaped off the side of the bridge without a second thought, the first thing I felt wasnât fear.â
Nancy feels her heart drop to her stomach at the look of sheer terror resonating in her eyes, but Marjan still doesnât look up fully.
âInstead, it was a strong pull, screaming at me to jump in after you, a never-ending urge to make sure you were safe,â Marjan says lowly, squeezing their hands tighter. âSo, when I couldnât do that, when Paul had to physically shove me back, that was when the fear hit.â
Nancy suddenly couldnât feel the burning pain in her throat. She couldnât feel the constant ache in her chest, or the little prickles of pain every time she breathed.
No, she couldnât feel anything other than the warmth of Marjanâs hand in hers, and how hard she was squeezing it.
âThere was- there was a moment where I wondered if I would ever see either of you again,â Marjanâs breath hitches at the end, and Nancy feels her own heart break at the way her eyes shine brightly.
âI have so much I want to know about you,â Her heart stuttered at the three words, said without an ounce of hesitation. When Marjan looks up at her with shining eyes, she forces back the urge to wipe away the tears that hadnât fallen.
âIâm here. And Iâm safe. A little battered and bruised, but Iâll be just fine.â Nancy whispers, smiling reassuringly, and feels lighter when Marjan smiles back, albeit a little weakly.
Still, it was a genuine smile nonetheless, and there was nothing Nancy enjoyed more in the world than to witness Marjanâs brilliant smile every day.
âBesides, Iâve already been pushing the doctors to release me already.â Nancy shrugs, ignoring the glare immediately sent her way.
âYou need to rest,â Marjan shoots back without a beat, and Nancy rolls her eyes.
âFirst Strand, now you? Iâm fine.â Nancy scowls, though the little sniffle she lets out after doesnât really help her case. Still, she glares up at the female firefighter in front of her, daring her to comment on it.
Theyâre locked into one of their usual staring contests, where their eyes speak more than any words they could say. Nancy was determined to not be the one who broke this time, but the piercing look of seriousness was starting to make her squirm.
Marjan finally blinked, making her feel a brief sense of victory before it quickly disappeared when she says, âYou donât need to push yourself so hard all the time.â
Nancy scowls.
Pushing herself, huh?
She thinks back to her years in college, to all the people who didnât believe. To her parents, who had tried to be encouraging, but she could still see the tiny flickers of doubt. After all, a paramedic? Long hours, average pay, and no account for the danger?
She knows there were many other reasons that she tried her best to shove into the deepest recesses of her mind, but she had gotten where she was today by working hard, without once looking back.
Sitting back from a job sheâs known and wanted her entire life didnât feel right, even when she could barely take in a breath without coughing up her lungs or ingest anything other than water.
Thereâs another squeeze of her hand, and Nancy is shaken out of her thoughts as a pair of eyes watch her carefully.
âWe all see you,â Marjan says softly, and Nancy swallows past the pain. âWe all love you, Nancy, and we just want you to feel better before you hurt yourself even worse.â
In the dim lighting of the room they were in, surrounded by the smell of sickness and the low humming of the heater, Nancy suddenly feels lighter.
She squeezes the hand she hadnât let go of, a quiet chuckle breaking free.
âYou all love me, huh?â She couldnât help tease, but instead of flushed cheeks and the anticipated stuttering, Marjan just looks at her with resolution in her eyes.
âWithout a doubt.â
 Without a doubt.
#911 lone star fic#Nancy and TK friendship#Nancy and Marjan friendship#911lsangstweek#Lol can be read as Nancy/Marjan#Hints of feelings from Nancy
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for your zelink prompt,,,how do you feel about a modern AU where the two bike to the beach and have a picnic?
a/n: I added âhigh schoolâ to the prompt too hope you donât mind asghjjhas (â: Also this turned out a lot longer than I planned hope thatâs okay ;-; I want to practice writing in Linkâs voice more so this is in his pov!! Anyway! I hope you enjoy this, and thanks a lot for the prompt <3
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hot buttered apples with chamomile tea
There are two types of monsters: ones that sleep under your bed and ones that sleep behind your eyes. For Aryll, it's the former.
And Link saw a lot in the latter.
He rubbed his eyes to try to erase the bags that rest stubbornly underneath them, but he wondered if he was just making it worse. Probably. But why did it matter anyway? He usually got three hours of sleep tops, so he always liked to think that darkness had become a permanent edition to his features. He tapped his toes against the pavement, waiting, peering around the corner of the school's brick fence, trying to catch a glimpse of the black car that Zelda usually pulled up in. With five minutes left until school started, he was beginning to worryâshe was never late. And for the first time in his entire high school career, he was early.
It was a last minute trip they had planned, when they had snuck onto the school roof after class yesterday.
"I want to see the ocean," she had told him, under the summer's unrelenting heat. They were both sticky with sweat, even though they were sitting under a shady area, and the next thing she said made no sense to him. "I've never been to the beach before." Living here and never once going to Hateno Beach? He thought she was kidding at first. But she stared at him dead in the eye with her lips pressed into a thin line, as serious as ever. When he jokingly proposed that they ditch school the next day to go to the beach, she didn't hesitate to say yes.
It had taken him practically the whole day yesterday to convince her to sneak up onto the rooftop, and yet she was completely fine with ditching an entire day of school to go to the beach.
She was weird and unpredictable and he loved it.
He decided to check his backpack again for the twelfth time in the past hour, just to make sure he hadn't forgotten anything. His memory was pretty terrible to begin with. He always found something new that he had forgotten whenever he went to check his backpack. The first time he checked, he realized he didn't bring any cups. Just that one thermal bottle whose lid doubled as a cup. The second time he checked, he realized he had forgotten napkins. If worst came to worst, he guessed he could just offer up his jacket or something, if she really needed to clean her hands or wipe her mouthâwould that be any better though? When was the last time he washed his jacket?
"Link?"
Before he could try to sniff his sleeve, Zelda's voice pierced his thoughts.
He zipped up the backpack once more and peeked around the corner againâand finally, he saw her familiar twin braided blonde hair bobbing up and down as she ran toward him.
With⊠a frenzied kind of pace.
"Link!" she shouted again, breathless, as she waved her arms up and down in panic. Behind her he could hear another person shoutingâbut it was hard to hear their voice, since it was drowned out by the sound of Zelda urgently telling him to go, go, go.
Fumbling, Link lifted the bike away from the brick fence and rolled it out, hopping onto the front seat.
"I thought you said you had two bikes!" Zelda exclaimed, quickly tossing herself over the second seat without missing a beat.
"I mean, this is kinda like two bikes isn't it?" She only learned how to ride a bike three days ago and he wasn't comfortable with leading her down a rather windy road to get to the beach on her own. The last time he taught someone how to ride a bike was Mipha, years ago, and she almost face planted into a cliff because he let go of her bike and had forgotten to tell her how to brake.
Besides, he had to bribe Aryll fifty rupees to take the tandem bike out today. If he wanted to borrow her regular bike, she would've asked for a hundred. That was equivalent to a week's worth of mowing Tokk's front lawn.
Link was probably getting scammed by Tokk, but he was only 40% sure about that.
"Won't we look ridiculous riding this around?" Zelda scoffed as they began pulling out onto the road. "I thought we were supposed to be discreet? A tandem bikeâOh Hylia!" She kicked his shin with her foot, urging him to hurry. "Impa's coming!"
"Who?" Impa? He didn't think Zelda had mentioned her before.
"Miss Zelda!"
Link glanced at the direction that Zelda had come from, and he saw an angry looking young woman in a black suit racing toward them at an alarming speed. A chill ran down his spine as they locked eyes.
"You!" Impa shouted, pointing a furious finger at him. "Who are you!"
Without a second left to waste, Link clicked into gear and pedaled away fast before that angry finger could intentionally poke out his eyeballs. They shot down the road, with Zelda's exhilarated laughter mixing in with the sound of the rushing wind whistling by them.
For some reason, it was a strange and distinct sound, like it was reverberating all around him; he felt trapped in it.
Until her laughter abruptly stopped.
"Look outâ!"
He looked up; but by then, it was too late. An apple that hung low from the tree smacked him square on the forehead with a resounding thud.
ââââââââââââââââââââââ
"You know," Zelda said, accepting his hand as he helped her down the rocky cliff that led to the shoreline, "the beach looks different from above."
Link hadn't been to Zelda's home before, but he knew what it looked like from below. It was an odd-looking building that used to be an abandoned lighthouse, but then someone moved into it a couple of years ago, and that someone had hammered on weird platforms and objects to it, so now it looked like Hateno's novelty sculpture.
"Your room's at the top of that lighthouse building right?" Link asked, grunting as he jumped down onto the sand with a hefty thud. He turned around and held out both of his hands to her.
"Mhm. Purah let me have the upper loft when I moved in with her. The view's amazing at night, you can see all the stars." Zelda crouched down and gratefully accepted his hands. Her hands were rough. She jumped down.
Link couldn't see the stars from his bed, because a gigantic tree was right in front of his window.
Her prickling stare withdrew him from his thoughtsâshe studied his face as if she was observing every detail on it. He could count the sun freckles that had begun appearing around her cheeks; heat climbed to his cheeks as he leaned back a little, finally aware of how close they were.
"I hope that apple won't leave a bruise on your forehead," she muttered, her eyebrows furrowing together, with that little crease appearing between her brows. Always one crease, never two. "You took quite a hit back there."
"Iâ" he paused, his mouth still slightly ajar.
What was he gonna say? That he was too focused on the sound of her laughter to the point where he wasn't paying attention to the road?
She tilted her head quizzically, waiting for him to speak.
Link let go of her hands to adjust the straps of his stiff backpack. "I know a spot near the rocks," he muttered, turning to a cluster of boulders near the water. It was flat enough that they could place the blanket down and set the lunchboxes and thermal bottle without having to worry about them falling over.
They walked side by side.
"The patterns on the rocks are so symmetrical," she murmured, tapping her chin with her finger. "Like the cliff we just climbed down fromâyou could tell during high tide the water reaches it, just barely though. I've always found it fascinating that exposure to water erosion could create such beautiful patterns. Don't you agree?"
Link nodded, and a smile quirked up on her lips. The hop in her step was a little higher than usual as she sped up to reach the cluster of rocks faster. He liked listening to her observations of little details, even though he didn't offer much opinion of his own. It was nice to hear and see Hyrule through a different kind of lens.
She was already climbing up the rock by the time Link reached it, and she stood there proud and tall with her hands on her hips, facing the vast ocean.
"We should eat before the food gets cold," Link called up to her, unzipping his backpack to hand her the picnic blanket. It used to belong to his mom. At one point he stole the key to his dad's chest and opened it up to find a bunch of things that used to be hers, probably, because there was a picture of her in there, squished in with a bunch of other stuff. He stole that picture too. And to this day, his dad still hadn't noticed anything was missing.
Link wondered if his dad knew, and just let him... have it.
"Of course," she said, her eyes glinting hungrily. She grabbed the blanket from him, and with it, his thoughts.
She spread it out as he climbed up to her.
Her reactions were always funny whenever Link brought food for her. For some reason, she always tried to mask her excitementâbut she was terrible at hiding the anticipation that gleamed in her green eyes, and even more terrible at trying to keep a smile from erupting on her face while he pulled out the two lunchboxes.
"Chamomile tea," Link stated, as he pulled out the thermal bottle next. He paused to watch her, and her mouth formed an 'o' as she greedily grabbed it from him, opening the cap up. He popped open the lid of one of the lunchboxes and slid it toward her.
There were sliced hydromelons, egg pudding, honey crepes and fruits, and her favoriteâ
"Hot buttered apples!" Zelda exclaimed, reaching for one.
In the other box he had a handful of savory foodsâmaybe he should've opened that one up first.
"I'm glad you took my suggestion." Her fingers paused just before she picked the slice up. "But first, the tea," she said quickly, as if she was reminding herself. She poured it into the lid of the thermal bottle, handing it to Link.
"I want to see your expression when you try it," Zelda insisted, beaming. She was smiling a lot todayâmore than she has in the past two years that he'd known her. "You take a bite out of the apple first, and then drink the tea, and then it tastes amazing."
"Just like that?" he asked, eyeing the light crisp color of the chamomile tea she handed to him. It reminded him of apple cider.
"Trust me, Link. You'll want to keep eating it," she promised, tugging down at her two braids. She always did that when she was waiting for somethingâevery time she was standing in line at the vending machines to get the both of them candy pop sodas at school, she did that same little tug. "I'm picky with my food, so you know I wouldn't simply be saying this without meaning it."
Link picked up the sliceâthe hot buttered apples had turned into warm buttered apples by now, but he figured it wouldn't change the taste all that much. As soon as he took a bite out of it and took a sip from the tea, her eyes sparkled.
The combination of the two warmed his stomachâthe pinch of cinnamon she had recommended he put on it really kicked it for him, and he had to refrain from shoving at least ten more into his mouth. Considering how much she was staring at the hot buttered apples, he wanted to save the majority of it for her.
"Good? Right? They both have that toasty taste but it's a different kind of toasty. The chamomile tea, when brewed correctly of course, has that touch of floral kick to it too! And the hot buttered apples with that sprinkle of cinnamon just melts in your mouth and it's the most wonderful thing ever, isn't it?" She quickly thanked him as she accepted the tea when he handed it to her, and she picked up a slice to take an eager bite of her own.
"It's really good." He wasn't the best at expressing himself through words, but despite their simplicity, it seemed to have gotten through to her, as that gleeful glint in her eyes only gleamed brighter. "Did your parentsâ" He paused mid-chew, realizing just a little too late that his question was going to dampen her brightness.
And it did, just a little.
Idiot.
Whenever he asked about her immediate family, she would tense upâjust like now. She cast her eyes down at the lunchbox, eyeing all of the food that he had prepared, her lips pursed. She would always be on the brink of telling him, but then she would turn away in the end.
Maybe⊠she needed a little push, to talk about it.
"My mom hated apples." The words felt weird in his mouthâhe's never spoken about his mom to anyone, and he only brought her up once to his dad. Link raised his eyes to meet hers. Zelda had stopped chewing too, and looked at him with wide, curious eyes.
"That's what my dad told me at least, when I asked him what she hated the most." No one in his family ate apples that much, and it all made sense when he found out about that little fact a couple of years ago. It was hard for his dad to talk about herâtime didn't heal the pain behind his voice when he told Link those three simple words: She hated apples.
And behind those three simple words were years upon years of grieving, and he never asked his dad about her again.
He watched as Zelda picked up another slice, her mouth parting slightly. "My mother loved making all sorts of meals with apples."
Loved, Link thought.
Past tense.
They sat in silence for a bit, just munching on those hot buttered apples, while passing the tea back and forth between each other.
"My mother made a snack for me that always involved apples in some wayâwhenever I was sad, angry, or when she was proud of me." He expected her to look lost in thought as she spoke, but she wasn't. She was as present as she could've been, and he was... it made him feel a little better. Less alone. "Hot buttered apples with chamomile tea was my favorite. She made it for me quite often," she said, chuckling. "What was your mother like?"
She gave him the last slice.
He hesitated; both in accepting the last piece and at her question. The only thing he had was a worn out picture of her, weathered down by age. And that blanket. "I don't know, I don't remember anything," he admitted, taking the slice from her.
Her gaze softened.
Link once punched another classmate in grade school because they asked him, how could he be sad? If he had no memories of his own mom? What was there to be sad about, since he couldn't remember anything? And for the longest time, he didn't let himself be sad over her. How could you be sad about someone you had no memories of?
But one day, Aryll barged into his roomâher face red, with snot running down her nose, crying, because she had an argument with their dad. "What if I forget about her, Link?" Aryll had said to him in between her choked up sobs. "I feel like if dad never talks about her, she'll disappear forever."
He knew then that there was pain with memory, and pain without memory. One wasn't more valid than the other.
Because either way, no one won anything in the end.
"I wish I could've met your mother," she said. "I'm certain I could've changed her mind about apples."
There wasn't a lick of a tease on her face. She was serious.
For the first time in a while, Link laughed.
#zelink#botw#breath of the wild#sorry i took a hot second but I just kept adding stuff to it and then it became kinda long LOL#my fanfics#thank u sm for the prompt!!!#the-astrumnauta#syilca answers#one more prompt to go baby!
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Title: Of Concussions and Incorrigible Cons | Fandom: Psych
Summary: AU of the pilot episode. After being reprimanded by the interim chief, Head Detective Carlton Lassiter bites off more than he can possibly chew after attempting to apologize to a concussed Spencer for the less than gentle arrest at the end of the McCallum case. Spoilers for "Domestic Pilot." Part 1 of my whumpy episodic AU series, "AU that Glitters."
Words: 1,951
TW: None
AO3 Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Episode AU: s01e01: Domestic Pilot, Whump
Year Published: 2017
Full story here or on AO3!
Head Detective Carlton Lassiter stood in front of the interim chief's door, fist poised to knock and foot tapping an anxious rhythm on the floor. Vick had been rather short with him when she'd asked him to come to her office as soon as the paperwork for the McCallum case had been taken care of. It wasn't the "I'm busy, so make it quick" kind of short, either⊠she was agitated about something.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked.
Her voice rang out from inside, dead serious as could be. Yeah, she was pissed about something.
He entered, and opted for the ignorant approach, which was just as well, because he really had no idea what this was about. After all, he'd already been given a stern-talking to about inter-department romance and Lucinda was in the process of being transferred. A little swell of fury rose at the thought of the man â the so-called "psychic" who had so carelessly ruined one of the only positive things he had going for him.
"Detective Lassiter. Please sit."
He sat stiffly in the proffered chair, refusing to let the cushy trappings lull him into a false sense of security. He maintained eye contact with the chief, letting her know that he was completely comfortable in the situation that he found himself in, and that he had nothing to hide. Never mind the fact that he wasn't all that comfortable with the cloak and dagger business, being left in the dark about why he was here in the first place. "Chief. What can I do for you?"
Vick's eyes may have softened the tiniest bit at his cordial greeting, but she still did not look like a happy camper.
"I'm going to be honest with you, Detective," she said bluntly. "This could have turned out much worse. As it is, I am going to have to give you an informal reprimand and warn you to be very careful in the future."
Lassiter blinked. "Uh, Chief⊠What�"
"Detective, you cannot be physically aggressive toward civilians who are in your custody, unless they are resisting arrest or are posing a threat to you or others around you."
Still trying to work through the confusion, Lassiter was both offended and relieved that there had been a mistake like this, that Vick actually thought that he'd attack a non-resisting civilian. Whatever she'd heard, it was all a big mix up. "Chief, let me assure you that I would neverâ"
"Shawn Spencer. McCallum residence. Yesterday afternoon. Ring any bells?"
Lassiter blanched. "Spencer hardly counts as a civilian. He's a hindrance to real police work, a distraction, and at the time, he was trespassing. I had to take him in." He left the bitter, At least, until he solved my damn case, left unspoken.
"Be that as it may, Detective, your shoving him head-first into the frame of the car was a bit overboard, don't you think?"
Wait, this was what this was about? Seriously?
"He was resisting arrest, Chief. He was⊠flailing and pretending to have 'visions' and acting like a crazy person!"
A delicate but ferocious eyebrow lifted. "Not when you shoved him into the car. And may I remind you, he did solve the case?"
"Did he tell you this? That littleâŠ"
"Detective!" the chief cut him off before he could say anything to get himself into any more trouble, which, although he didn't appreciate at the time, he was begrudgingly thankful for after the fact. "Mr. Spencer didn't tell me anything. I was there, remember? I saw the whole thing⊠whatever it was."
Oh. Right. Damn that Spencer for getting into his head like this!
"He's fine, Chief," Lassiter responded, much more calmly this time. "Don't let him take advantage of you. This country is crawling with people faking injuries just to get a few thousand dollars from a lawsuit."
"I told you, Mr. Spencer said nothing to me. His father, on the other hand, called me this morning in a rage. Thankfully, I was able to calm him down and help him to see reason, but it wasn't easy."
"So he went and told his daddy that he got a boo-boo at the crime scene?" Lassiter couldn't keep the disgusted contempt out of his voice this time. "I thought they hated each other, anyway?"
"They have a⊠complicated relationship, and it really isn't our place to bring that under speculation. HoweverâŠ" She sighed. "It is my job to make sure that my officers are not allowing their emotions or anger, no matter how warranted said anger might be, to get the better of them. Especially after what Henry told me this morning. Apparently, Mr. Guster had to take Shawn to the emergency room last night after his headache peaked and he lost consciousness briefly. Mr. Spencer is being treated for a concussion, Detective, and that is why we're having this talk."
"Oh." Lassiter wasn't sure what to say beyond that, but he slapped away the little niggle of guilt that tried to burrow into him at the news. He hadn't meant to hurt Spencer, certainly not that badly. The man was being difficult, had lost Lassiter his girlfriend, his respect⊠had mocked him by acting like an idiot and still managing to solve the case firstâŠ
"Shawn himself is not going to press charges or file a report, though I was obligated to contact him about the matter. He said â and these are his words â that 'Mr. Grumpy Detective-Face is emotionally stunted and is just trying to express how much he likes me in the only way he knows how.'" Vick looked marginally amused as she read Spencer's response off the sheet in front of her. A muscle in Lassiter's neck twitched. "Now, those exact words could be because of the concussionâŠ"
Lassiter fought the urge to roll his eyes. "They're not, Chief. Trust me."
Now appearing to be fighting a smile, the chief said, "Consider this your unofficial reprimand and warning to control your irritation when you are faced with a particularly difficult witness⊠or consultant. Because once he is feeling better, I do believe the department will be calling on Mr. Spencer again."
This time, Lassiter couldn't stop the eye roll. Or the groan. Vick smiled. "You're dismissed, Detective."
"Yes, maâuh, I mean, Chief."
***
Shawn was woken when the doorbell rang, the sound slicing through his aching head like a butter knife through steak... or however that saying went. Without bothering to get up from where he was sprawled on the couch, he called out, "It's open."
Damn, concussions sucked. It was bad enough that Gus had practically dragged him to the hospital after he'd had some sort of dizzy spell last night, but then he'd called his dad to boot? Was this now Gus with his mom for additional parental torture? Not that he would mind seeing his mom⊠but he was so over worried hovering. Gus played the part of a worried mother exceptionally well, and Shawn couldn't handle two of them⊠Which was made irrelevant when the door opened to reveal not his mother, butâŠ
"Detective Lassiter?"
Lassiter stepped into Shawn's apartment, keen blue eyes taking the coffee table littered with empty pudding cups, icepacks, water bottles, and prescription bottles. "You just leave your front door unlocked for anyone to come waltzing in? You're just begging to be robbed." Upon taking another look around at the untidy living space, his lip curled and he added, "Or maybe not."
Shawn struggled to sit up past the monkey playing cymbals in his head. "Your contempt for my apartment aside, what are you doing here?"
The detective hesitated. "I was just in the neighborhood and IâŠ" Shawn watched knowingly as the detective's gaze shifted to the rather impressive bruise on his head.
"You wanted to check on me? Oh, Detective, you shouldn't have!"
"I didn't," growled Lassiter. He paused. "This was a mistake. I'll justâ"
"Wait!" Shawn shifted, patting the sofa seat beside him. "Come in. Sit down. Rest your rumpus. Put your feet up. Slow your roll. Chillax yourâ"
With an irritated grunt, the detective passed the threshold and sat in the chair farthest away from Shawn. "Look. I didn't exactly⊠yesterday, when IâŠ"
"I know, I know. You were just expressing your love for me in the only way you know how, like that little boy in school who pulls the little girl's pigtails because he thinks she's cute."
"Absolutely not."
"Okay, you got meâ" Shawn winced as a particularly painful wave shot through his poor, abused noggin. "I was that kid in school. Her name was Melinda, and she had the cutest, bounciest set ofâ"
"Dear Lord, please stop talking."
"I was going to say pigtails, dude. Mind. Gutter. Get it out."
"This is a monumental waste of my time," the detective spat, standing up so abruptly it almost gave Shawn vertigo⊠Or wait, he might have already had vertigo, wasn't that a concussion symptom ? And what was vertigo, anyway? Besides an Alfred Hitchcock flick?
Past the pounding in his skull, Shawn heard footsteps stomping away, toward the door. Despite the telltale ringing in his ears, Shawn scrabbled to his feet, ignoring the dark spots dancing wildly in front of his eyes. His pulse hammered, his breath felt short and stunted, and the dizziness spiked. He knew what was going to happen seconds before it did. He was unconscious before he hit the floor.
***
When the world swam back into focus, Shawn was surprised to find that he was back on the couch, not in a heap on the floor. He noticed blearily that his hands tingled like he'd been sitting on them for a couple of weeks, and his ears were still ringing like a high school band had paraded between them and accidentally left the triangle player behind. With a groan against the horrible pounding that had overtaken his skull â the procession of drummers must've gotten left behind, too â he rolled over to see Head Detective Carlton Lassiter kneeling next to the couch.
"You passed out," the detective stated helpfully.
"I did not," Shawn argued, mostly out of obligatory need to irritate whoever was in his general vicinity. "I fell asleep, suddenly and quickly, in a very manly and not wimpy way."
"Sure you did. Just be glad I got to you before you hit the ground. You would have a matching bruise on the other side of your head."
Shawn feigned shock. "So you dashed to my side, caught me before I hit the ground, gently placed me on the sofa, and lingered over my prone body until you knew I wasn't on death's door? Detective, I'm touched."
Lassiter half-sneered, half-smirked. "You were only out for a handful of seconds. I was hoping you'd stay out of it long enough for me to escape, but of course you had to ruin that plan, too."
Shawn winced, only partly out of pain. "Look, man, I'm sorry about your girlfriend. I justâ"
The detective stood hastily, popping up from the ground like a Jack-in-the-Box with a strong Irish hairline and lots of pent-up aggression. "We don't talk about that. Ever."
Shawn lifted both hands up in mock surrender. Lassiter's face softened, just the tiniest, miniscule bit. "You're okay, though? Do I need to call your father or someoneâ?"
"No! I would rather you leave me here to die."
Lassiter shrugged. "Works for me." He strode for the door.
Shawn hesitated, licked his lips, and then offered, "Detective? Thanks."
"Just take it easy," the detective advised.
It was as close to an apology as Shawn was going to get, and, though Shawn might not have shown it through his next words, he did in fact appreciate it.
"Lassie," Shawn said, testing out the new nickname he'd been considering since he'd met the detective. He watched with glee as the man bristled in agitation.
"What?" the detective ground out through gritted teeth.
"I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
The head detective had fled the apartment and slammed the door before Shawn could blink. Shawn settled back into the couch cushions and tried to will his head to stop raging against him. Or at least a plain but not drop-dead-ugly working tolerance, he amended in his head, before he drifted off to sleep.
#psych#shawn spencer#carlton lassiter#karen vick#fanfiction#fic rec#psych fanfic#episode au#friendship sort of#hurt/comfort#also sort of#usa psych#emcatwrites
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vanilla pudding cups - 1
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A/N: i updated this the other day on ao3 but i didnt put it on tumblr at first bc i dont have many followers and didnât think people actually saw it, but the prologue got some support so here is chapter 1! itâs not super long but hopefully i can have chapter 2 out soon!
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Rhysand sat in the sterile waiting room of the hospital trying to rub the sweat off his hands onto his jeans. Next to him were his brothers, Cassian and Azriel, along with his cousin, Mor. Cassian was currently making suggestive faces at some nurse, Mor had her nose in a magazine, and Az was tapping away on his phone.
They always showed up to Rhysâ appointments whether he wanted them to or not, but usually he appreciated their support. Today though, Rhys wasnât sure if he wanted them there. He loves them each so much but if his results came back and werenât hopeful, it might just be too much.
He didnât want to have to see that kind of devastation in their faces, he didnât want them to see it in himself either. Yes, he was the sick one but so often he found himself being the strong one for everyone else, acting as if the idea that his life might be over before it truly started wasnât absolutely terrifying as to not put them in a state of sorrow.
It was only a year ago that Rhysand was in this same waiting room with Mor by his side, she had forced him to go after he had been complaining that this one spot on his right lower back was constantly aching.
The doctor insisted on doing an ultrasound, then wouldnât say a word and ordered a CT scan. The next day they received a call to come back immediately and that was when they got the prognosis.
Kidney cancer. Stage 2.
The next few days had been a blur of poking and prodding, honestly he canât recall much from those days he was so overwhelmed his mind struggled to keep up with the world around him. He couldnât quite comprehend just what the hell was happening.
He remembers the tears though. He remembers Mor putting her head in her hands and sobbing. Even Cassian and Azriel cried. Hell, Amren shed some tears. And it broke his heart.
The only saving grace was his doctor was confident that with surgery and some immunotherapy after that Rhys would be okay. By the end of it he was virtually cancer free and here he is a year later to get a routine CT scan to make sure nothing has progressed further.
âRhysand Moon.â
A nurse with brown curly hair called from the doorway, her hip holding open the door with a clipboard in hand. I looked up and felt all of my companions' attention shift to me. Mor gave me a pat on the knee while Cas and Az gave me small, reassuring smiles.
I approached the nurse and she gave me a smile, âIâm Alis, follow me.â
She led me a few doors down and then opened a basic room that housed the usual equipment, folded neatly on top of the examination table was a hospital gown.
âAlright, if you could just change into that real quick Iâll be back in about 5 minutes to get you. I suppose you donât need the normal pep talk, huh?â
I gave her the most genuine smile I could muster. âNo, I know the drill, thank you.â
She nodded her head and let the door fall shut behind her.
Alis returned as she said and took me down to radiology. Now, I just had to lie completely still with nothing to accompany me but my own thoughts.
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Rhysand was back where he was a year ago, same room even.
Silent tears carved a path down Morâs cheeks. Azriel had his head in his hands. Cassian just started at the doctor looking utterly broken. Amren had shown up some time during his appointment and was leaning against the wall in the corner of the room looking far away.
Rhysand wasnât sure what he looked like. Maybe he was a mix of them, he did not cry, it was too much to even fathom tears at that moment. He likely looked defeated. He felt defeated in every sense of the word.
Theyâd waited a few hours for the results of his scan which ended up being grim. Most people would probably go into this kind of scenario thinking the worst automatically but Rhysand hadnât. Heâd been so happy these last few months, feeling lighter than he had in years. Heâd survived the prospect of death and had found renewed motivation to live his life without regrets, to live everyday as if it would be his last.
But here he was again, the same prospect hanging in the air. The cancer was back, and it had metastasized to his liver too.
The day turned into a blur as it had last time and he found himself back in a hospital room, this time it was his own. They had decided it was best for him to stay a few days as they accessed the situation, see just how bad it was.
At some point, Mor, Cassian, Azriel, and Amren all had to leave at 8pm as visiting hours came to a close. They had stayed with him the entire day, but after his results theyâd stopped cracking jokes or playing rock, paper, scissors; instead they sat around Rhys in silent support until Nurse Alis escorted them out.
Nurse Alis made her way back into the room.
âAre you alright, dear?â She asked sweetly.
Rhys looked up at her, the tears finally finding their way to the surface. She gave him a knowing nod and held out her arms, a silent offer. Rhys let her hug him and she pulled away soon after.
âItâs okay to be scared, but donât forget that youâre strong and youâve beaten this once before. You have so many people rooting for you.â
Rhys only gave a half-hearted nod in response. He knew his family was there for him, that they loved him, but they didnât truly understand. Itâs one thing to watch a dying person, itâs another to be them.
âWhen youâre feeling up for it, Rhysand, thereâs someone I think you should meet,â Alis added softly.
âThank you, but not right now.â
âAlright, take your time and tell me when. Now, try to get some sleep and press your call button if you need absolutely anything, even if itâs just a friendly face, okay?â
Rhysand looked back at her, âokay.â
The door clicked behind her and Rhysand was alone.
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I hope you enjoyed it & theyâll meet next chapter and i promise itâs about to get more cute rather than sad!
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Release the Hounds {4/?}
Chapter Four: Seek the Truth
Pairing: Persephone!Steve x Hades!Reader
Chapter Summary: Hermes has lost a pair of winged shoes and Bucky is pretty sure where theyâve flown off to and heâs not happy about it.
Word Count: 3,500ish whoops
A/N: Soooo got a bit carried away sorry guys, just wanted the new chapter after I had a bit of a break to make up for my absence. My country has opened up locally so Iâve been pretty busy because of it but itâs okay Iâm still here and Iâm still in love with these fuckwits ENJOY
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Demeter appeared to almost float as she walked. The power she possessed did not cause fear to those that she passed, it wasnât like when Artemis went on a hunt or when Athena walked in full armour. It was quiet and poised, it trailed behind her like the train of her dress. She was fertility and the harvest, those that saw her were enamoured by her beauty and strength that was so evident in her body from all the years of farming. This was why no one wanted to be the subject of her wrath, because she was not afraid to deal with problems herself.
Demeter was beginning to boil over though as she stormed into Buckyâs office and stared at him until he finished typing and looked up with a beaming smile, enough to brighten almost anyoneâs day...almost.
âGood morn-â
âHave you seen Steve, Apollo?â Bucky rolled his eyes as she said his name and in the back of his mind cursed Steve for leaving before his mother had gone to work. Dumbass.
âI sent him to the mortal world.â
âYou what?!â Demeter, ever protective of her golden child, if only she knew, Bucky thought. If only she knew how much of a pain in the ass he really was. That punk owes me for lying to his own damn mother.
âI needed some things, you know like those puddings that the bakers just canât get quite right here in Olympus,â he looked off into the distance as he thought about the baked goods of the mortal world and swore he would make Steve buy him a whole bakery for lying to Demeter. âI, of course canât go down there willy nilly so he offered to go for me this morning, he wanted to get in before the rush. Surely you know how it is Demi.â
Demeter caught her tongue between her lips, pursed and poise, Bucky knew she wouldnât, couldnât, be mad at him. She wouldnât want it going back to his father that she tried to bite off the sun godâs head.
âWell when you see him,â she spun on her heel, her train flying around her as she did, âtell him to come see me. Weâve business to attend to.â âYou have my word.â He bowed his head but made no move to stand as she waited for him to get the door until huffing and walking out on her own. âThatâs where they got the term helicopter mum from.â Bucky mumbled under his breath with a shake of his head and then let out a deep sigh and dropped his head to his desk. More mess to clean up.
Hermes had torn his room apart when Bucky walked in. Clothes were thrown across the room and hung over lamps and shelves. His bed had been flipped and his wardrobe was practically empty. And yet he kept pulling it apart, searching in every nook and cranny he could find but to no avail. He started freaking out about an hour ago and all hope was lost and colour drained from his face when he heard the door open and shut behind him.
âWhat the fuck happened here?â
Hermes let a very high pitched yelp and dived beneath one of the piles of clothes, âIâM SORRY IâLL FIND THEM I SWEAR!â He yelled.
âFind what?â Bucky asked as he stepped over a discarded pair of winged shoes. âFar out Peter it looks like you pissed off one of the wind nymphs! What happened here?!â
âOh,â Peter popped his head up and once he had confirmed it was in fact Bucky standing before him he went back to his closest to continue searching. âI thought you were ThorâŠâ a nervous laugh leaving his body as a grimace spread over his face. âHowâs it going? Got a message for someone?â
âPeter, what have you lost?â Bucky crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at the brunette's back.
âI wouldnât say lost persayâŠâ Peter shot up and his hands flew around him as he talked, a distraction that often helped him talk his way out of trouble. âIâd say misplaced more than anything really. I mean is anything really lost or are things just put somewhere and forgotten about? Whoâs to say? Not me. Nor you! Weâre not the gods of finding things are we?! Youâre the sun god, patron of prophecy and healing,â Peter grabbed a lyre that was stuffed in the back of the wardrobe and turned to hold it up to Bucky, âand music!â He threw it over his shoulder and kept searching, at this rate he may as well start tearing up floor boards heâd searched top and bottom and still, no sign of them.
âAnd youâre a thief, what have you lost Hermes?â Bucky had his sneaky suspicions on what the âmisplacedâ item could be but he prayed to Zeus that he was wrong. Peter froze and stood slowly. When he turned to face Bucky his face was covered in guilt and shame, the boy wore it like a mask, as if heâd been caught stealing from mumâs purse...or worse...his fatherâs.
âA pair of winged sandals...you havenât seen any have you? I have uh,â he counted the ones spread across the floor, remembered to count the pair on his feet, the ones that had landed in the bookcase and the one left shoe that was floating in the corner of the ceiling. âFourteen I have fourteen, but I SHOULD have fifteen. I seem to have misplaced a pairâŠâ
Bucky looked around the room until his eyes landed on the small daffodil that poked out the side of Peterâs shoe shelf. âI think I have an inkling as to where theyâve flown off to. Care to take a trip down under with me?â
The gates of the Underworld were massive in size and daunting in appearance. A mix of obsidian and black metal twisted together to form the vines that covered it. The gate dripped with gold, Steve wasnât sure if it was blood of gods who dared try to pass the gates or a warning to those who thought to try. He settled on the fact that it was probably a nod to Hades also being the patron of riches. Wanda guided him closer to the gates and as she neared they opened for her.
âWhere are all the souls?â Steve asked, it was eerily quiet for the entrance to the Underworld, he figured it would be full of wandering souls but all he could see were the ports of the five rivers and the only souls being the ones who swam the rivers until their debt was paid.
âThanatos looks after them once Charon brings them down, you thought theyâd be waiting here?â
âWell it just makes sense?â
âTell me Steve,â Wanda stopped in her steps at the edge of the gate, her hands on her hips.
Steve was beginning to make out the intricate details of the vines on the gate, the asphodel flowers that were engraved into the metal and rock, the daffodils that were spread amongst them, only a few in comparison. He thought he saw mint leaves, only visible when the light hit the gold and he could see the pattern on the leaves. Symbols of Hades, he thought, as he saw the white poplars across the top. All but the daffodils, they were one of his and the asphodel flowers werenât anyones, though she did have a field named after it, maybe it was the other way around?
âSteve?â Wanda asked again and he looked away from the gate reluctantly. âDid you hear me?â
âNo, sorry, what was it you said?â Heâd have to remember to ask Hades about the gateâs decorations another time.
âDid you really think weâd just have thousands of roaming souls at the entrance? Lesson one flower boy, when no one respects you, always respect yourself.â She continued walking through the gates and Steve followed quickly.
âWhat does that have to do with not keeping the waiting souls at the entrance?â he asked, wishing heâd brought something to write with.
âThe twelve gods care about their appearance, am I wrong?â
âNo, of course they do, people look up to them.â
âExactly, theyâre respected. They have to look the part, if they didnât people would lose respect for them. The Underworld, Hades, weâre not respected. The gods, the nymphs and even some satyrs look down on us, they have no respect, we could be seen in rags and their opinions on us wouldnât change.â
Wanda hated having to be the one to tell him about her home, it left a bitter taste in her mouth as she talked about how others viewed her home and her family. It wasnât fair. But Hades had told her it had to be her first.
âWe respect ourselves, our realm and our queen. We dress and we present ourselves how we see ourselves.â She flattened out her cloak and pulled her fingers through her auburn waves.
âPowerful?â Steve asked, it was the first word that came to mind when he looked at Wanda, she stood tall, proud of who she was and not one you would want to cross. She appeared as if she held power others wished they had.
âAmongst other things. To have lost souls, those waiting for judgement, hanging about the gates would contradict how we see this place, we arenât a mess, thereâs no lack of organisation or authority here Steve. Hades has the final say, the souls go through the entrances to the sides where they rest in Asphodel if they possess no debt and await trial by the council. If they need to be moved they are, if not, they move deeper into Asphodel where they make themselves at home. Some find families, some wander alone. But they all have their place. Theyâre not just tossed at the gates of Hades.â She pointed towards the sides of the gates and Steve could just make out the faded souls passing through the open doors one at a time.
Some were weeping, some stone cold, some even looked slightly relieved. Wanda carefully studied Steveâs face as he watched them, she wondered how much he saw, through her eyes she could see them clear as day, she could tell you exactly what they were wearing and if they had freckles or scars on their skin. She wondered if he could make out their clothing, from the somber look on his face she figured he could, thought perhaps he could even see the expressions on their faces.
âWhat if they have debts?â He turned back to Wanda and she nodded towards the rivers.
âStyx, Lethe, Acheron, Phlegethon and Cocytus. Depending on how they died or what debt they owe they swim in the rivers for up to a thousand years.â She pulled at his sleeve, away from the ports and the moving souls towards a cavern along the edge of the river Styx.
Steve heard the scrapping of metal against the rock and when he turned back he saw the gates close behind them, the final decorations coming into view and he wondered how he hadnât noticed them before. Theyâd been split down the middle when the gate was open but now you wouldnât be able to tell there was any gap between them. A cornucopia, which was bursting with the flora that adorned the rest of the gate and golden coins. Around itâs edge were three horses, black with golden eyes and behind it, the length of the gate was a bident.
The weapon of Hades, it was subtler than Lokiâs trident, had little details apart from three etched rings where the points joined the staff, one for each judge. Steve thought it beautiful and fitting for a queen who appeared to not need much. He thought of all the mortals that drowned in riches and surrounded themselves with possessions that showed off their wealth, he wondered what Hades thought of them, if she thought they were using their wealth right or if she despised their need to be and have the biggest and best.
âI thought you were taking me to Thanatos?â They rounded the corner into, what Steve now realised was a tunnel that went deeper into the outskirts of the Underworld.
âHades may not think she belongs on the council but sheâs wrong. We canât convince her, weâve tried for a millenia.â Wanda pulled a pouch from her belt and placed it in Steveâs hands, it was filled with trail mix and he looked at her questionably and began to hand it back to her. He knew the rule to never eat food from the house of Hades. âItâs mortal food, I swear to you.â
âWhat makes you think sheâll listen to me then?â Wanda smiled knowingly at his words, she knew Hades was already listening to him, he wouldnât be still standing here if she werenât.
âItâs time the old gods adapt.â
âYou say old gods, you mean my mother though.â Steve picked at the trail mix and examined it closely, it appeared to be what sheâd said, mortal food, safe to eat.
âShe doesnât have your best interest at heart, you know that right?â
âSheâs always protected me, I donât know why she hates Hades so much but she has her reasons for keeping her out of the council.â He didnât know them but he knew she had reasons. She had to, she wouldnât want Hades kept out for no reason! Steve was sure of it, he was...wasnât he?
âWhich you donât agree with.â Wanda pointed out and Steve thought about it for a second. He couldnât think of a reason why Hades shouldnât be one the council. He couldnât think of any reason for Demeter to even hate Hades as much as she did. Heâd never heard of anything happening between them, just the talk of evil, death and the devil within that Demeter had always associated Hades with.
âNo I donât! I donât know why, Iâve always been told the bad, the ugly and the dangerous of this place and here I am fighting for itâs ruler to have a seat!?â It came off more like a question than a statement and Steve didnât like how unsure he was about it all. He didnât know if what he was doing was the right thing. He didnât want to make his mother angry but that didnât change the fact that he didnât think it was right.
âYouâre fighting for what you believe in.â
âIâm not completely sure why I believe in it, but Iâll keep fighting for her,â Steve peered over Wandaâs shoulder, through the gates towards the kingdom, to her home, to her.
âShe deserves to have someone fight for her.â Wanda bowed her head slightly, she almost went to curtsey but scrunched her fingers around her coat. âDo not give up on her no matter how many times she pushes you away. Please fight for us. The Underworld is a dangerous place and I canât protect you but do your own research, learn about this place and whatever you do, do not fear it. We donât harm our own here.â And with that Wanda disappeared back through the gates. She left Steve on the edge of the cavern with his tattered winged sandals and pouch of trail mix in his hands to venture deeper into the Underworld beyond the kingdom.
âYouâve been here for a day, thatâs enough, itâs time to come home.â Bucky stood over Steve who was sitting against a wall. His arms crossed and a scowl on his face, Bucky hated being the bad guy, this wasnât him but when it came to Steve sometimes being the bad guy was what it took.
Peter was crouched by Steveâs feet pulling the singed sandals off of his feet with a huff and grumpling about how tattered and filthy they were. âThese were my good sandals,â he pouted, brushing off some dirt.
âIâll pay to have them cleaned Peter, Iâm sorry.â Peter nodded and placed the sandals in his satchel with a mumbled thank you before Steve turned to Bucky, his voice harsher than it was to the boy. âItâs not enough, this place is immense. I've only just scratched the service, I havenât even seen the fields yet.â
âBecause theyâre behind the gates Steve and YOUâRE NOT WELCOME THERE.â Bucky was fed up, he hated this place, the sun didnât reach too many dark corners and it gave him the heebie jeebies just thinking about what creatures lurked the shadows that would like to eat a god. Not to mention the last time heâd spoken to Hades and sheâd threatened to feed him to Cerberus.
âHow am I meant to plead her case at the council if Iâve no actual knowledge of her and this place?â Steve stood from the wall and gestured to his surroundings, Bucky and Peter had found him deep inside the Tunnels of Aidoneus which snaked around the fields, he hadnât yet found an exit into them.
âShe doesnât want you to plead her case, your mother will rip you to shreds if you plead her case, youâll never see the light of day unless itâs to do your duties. Is that what you want?â Buckyâs chest felt heavier than normal, he really hated this place, he strength drained out of him slowly like a leaky faucet.
Everyone always seemed to be claiming they knew what was best for him, that they knew more than he did. Steve may be a young god, only around for a small amount of time compared to some of the others but he had some life experience. He wasnât the child his mother treated him like, or the small defenceless kid that he was when Bucky first met him. He was one of the few that could step foot on mortal ground for long periods of time. By the lack of colour on Buckyâs face and the drooping of his shoulders, Steve thought perhaps he was more powerful than Bucky was, to be able to walk on mortal soil as well as Hadesâ was unheard of unless you were invited like Hermes or resided here like Wanda. But Steve wasnât either, yet he wasnât weak like Bucky was becoming and heâd been here almost twenty four hours compared to Buckyâs twenty four minutes. After being treated after his fall Steve continued to heal, he was becoming stronger and by this point he was back to himself. But Bucky was quickly weakening.
âYou wonât survive in the tunnels for long Steve,â his voice was soft now, he was tired, he just wanted to go home and bring Steve to Demeterâs door.
âI just need to find a way into the fields.â Bucky rolled his eyes and Steve could feel the judgment, he thought it stupid too, trying to break into Hadesâ kingdom like the fool he was.
âYour mother asked about youâ
âWhat did she-â The caught Steveâs attention, heâd almost forgotten about his mother and whatâd she would do if she found out he was here.
âI covered for you, donât worry. But you need to come back before she sends a search party looking for you. If she finds out youâre here,â Bucky let out a whistle and Steve picked up his jacket.
âI know. Iâll come back. Bucky, Iâm not done here. Thereâs more to the Underworld than what weâre led to believe on Olympus.â
âAnd how would you know that? Youâve barely seen this place.â There was something in Steveâs eye that Bucky hadnât seen before, he was determined, he believed what he was saying and for once it was his own opinion, not one heâd been told. Buckyâs blood ran cold at the thought of why it could be, why it was this that was breaking Steve away from Demeterâs hold so quickly. It was too soon though, he thought to himself as they exited the caves with the help of Peter. Itâs not meant to happen this way.
âIâve ventured somewhat, and I plan on coming back.â Steve puffed his chest as he stood on the steps of his home and Bucky rolled his eyes.
âIf I could die youâd be the death of me god of spring.â He smirked and Steve beamed back, he knew his friend would always have his back, he hoped heâd have his vote.
The door opened slowly and a cold breeze made its way into the office. Thor stood behind his desk as he looked out towards Olympus. He watched his citizens go about their day, saw some of his own family amongst them as the door clicked shut.
âHello Brother.â He watched the reflection, her black suit, the gold inside of her blazer reflecting off the sun as she placed the notebook on his desk and sat in her usual spot across from him. âPleasant week?â
âAlways Hades, yourself?â He turned and smiled at his sister, sitting in his own chair at his desk. âShall we begin, thereâs much to discuss.â
Capter Five: Stand Your Ground
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âDonât Talkâ
Rated: Explicit
Fandom: Code Geass
Pairing: CĂ©cile x Lloyd
Summary: Lloyd will do anything for giant robots. Even show an interest in girls. Sort of. Thereâs not really a plot itâs mostly just smut.
âCĂ©cile, youâre a woman arenât you?â
CĂ©cile Croomy holds back her grimace at the obliviousness of Earl Asplundâs question. Could the guy get any more clichĂ© in his cluelessness?
âYes. Iâm a woman. Where are you going with this?â
The Earl chuckles, running his fingers through his light violet locks idly. âObviously it is to ask a favor of you. I require practice in the art of copulationââ
âExcUSE ME? That ISNâT something you just ASK for practice in. Look, I get that you donât understand how human attraction works but you donât just ask your subordinate, who is not your betrothed to...do stuff like that with you!â CĂ©cile fumes, turning back to her work, her cheeks flaming a bright crimson.
Another condescending chuckle. What was wrong with this man? âScience is trial and error. I want to please my future wife, Miss Ashford, so I can get my hands on those antique Knightmare frames, and I have no experience whatsoever with the opposite sex. Odds are if Miss Ashford isnât pleased with my performance, the opportunity to study those frames would slip through my fingers!â
CĂ©cile sighs. âThen take Miss Ashford on a date or something. Why should I help you practice?â
âBecause you would give me honest feedback. I do see you as my conscience after all. I donât exactly know how I am supposed to conduct myself in such situations and I will probably need instruction. Besides...it has been awhile since youâve had a lover.â
The heat rising in CĂ©cileâs face rose to a boiling point. He was right. It had been awhile since she had gotten any action whatsoever. Instead she was just making eyes at Suzaku, who really didnât notice her or anyone else since Princess Euphemia died and honestly she couldnât blame him. But...Lloyd? She was pretty certain Lloyd was asexual and sleeping with him would be like going to the doctorâs office except with penetration.
Wait.
Why was she even thinking about it? Granted the Earl of Pudding was easy on the eyes, with his fluffy lilac hair, somewhat handsome face, his lithe frame and...those hands. She wasnât a prude and had occasionally indulged in casual flings and one night stands before, but never with someone she would actually see daily. Granted, she definitely knew that Lloyd would have no problem pretending their little fling never happened because he was...Lloyd.
âS-so...let me get this straight. You want me to...what? Let you go down on me for science?â
âCorrect. In fact, I donât believe we will need to have intercourse. Unless you want to, of course. If thatâs the case I will provide adequate contraception.â
CĂ©cile cringes a bit. Heâs so..clinical about this. But...she was intrigued enough by the idea of Lloyd going down on her that she nods hesitantly.
âF-fine. But if youâre weird about it, Iâm gonna make you stop, okay?â
âYes, yes. I understand. Iâll drop by your place tonight at 8:00 sharp.â
CĂ©cile nods again, blushing profusely and not daring to look her future bed partner in the eye. Jeez. What had she gotten herself into?
ââââââââââââââ-
Later that night, CĂ©cile was ready. She had settled on some deep purple lacy lingerie that was covered by a fluffy white robe. She was fresh out of the shower and sitting on her bed in sheer anticipation. God, why did she agree to this? Sheer curiosity about how her boss would be in bed? Thatâs a good explanation as anything else she could come up with.
The doorbell rings and she gets up and opens the door. Lloyd, wearing his standard uniform, strides in as if he owns the place. A simple messenger bag is slung over his shoulder, which she assumes has the box of condoms inside. Hopefully he wonât work her into such a frenzy that theyâll need them.
âSo, then. Where is your bedroom?â he asks, raising an eyebrow at her current state of dress. âI see youâre ready to get started, hmm?â
A blush rises in CĂ©cileâs cheeks as she points in the direction of the bedroom . âI-Itâs that way, you jerk!â she mutters.
Lloyd grins at her embarrassment and walks toward the bedroom, setting his bag on the side of the bed. CĂ©cile, still red-faced, walks into the room and closes the door behind her and dimming the lights to set a less clinical mood. Well. Here they were.
She hesitantly sits on the bed, patting the spot next to her. Lloyd takes the hint and sits beside her. âSo, where do you want to start? Some kissing? Or do you want to just get undressed right now?â
CĂ©cile swats his arm lightly. âJust...just shut up and kiss me.â
âHah. As you wish.â Without hesitation, Lloyd crashes his lips onto hers, threading those delicate fingers through her drying hair.
The kiss was sweet. Sensual. Slow. Enough so that CĂ©cileâs eyes flutter shut and she just lets him nibble on her bottom lip and surprises even herself when she allows her lips to part and the kiss deepens. Eventually, though, the absurdity of who was kissing her was too much to bear and she breaks the kiss, pushing Lloyd away, who just smirks in response.
âWhatâs wrong? I thought my skills were adequate, judging by your reaction.â he remarks smugly, in such a way that made CĂ©cile want to clock that smug smirk off his stupid face.
âN-nothingâs wrong I was just...expecting something different from you.â Hesitantly, she pulls him into another kiss, which Lloyd reciprocates by pulling CĂ©cile into his lap as she snakes her arms around his neck, slightly toying with his soft hair. This was...surprisingly intimate.
Eventually Lloyd pulls on the robeâs sash, letting the material fall open. CĂ©cile, in turn unbuttons his lab jacket, causing both of them to break the kiss and discard both lab jacket and robe.
âI see youâre enjoying yourself, CĂ©cile.â Lloyd murmurs in her ear before pressing kisses against the skin of her neck, causing a quiet moan to leave CĂ©cileâs lips.
âOoh, I like that noise. Do it again!â Lloyd comments, before heating up his kisses, adding small bites and suckling to the mix. CĂ©line, already embarrassed that she made such a noise, bites her lip before another moan comes out. âLloyd, shut up!â she hisses.
âYes, yes. Just making an observation. How am I doing so far, might I ask. Pretty good judging the noises youâre making, hm?â He pulls her into another heated kiss, swiping his tongue across her bottom lip, begging for entrance. CĂ©cile breaks the kiss to answer, âPassable.â
âWell...I suppose I need to step up my game then, hmm?â Lloyd grins, pulling her back into the kiss, deepening it immediately and sliding his tongue inside of CĂ©cileâs mouth, causing tingles to emanate throughout her body every time his tongue collides with hers.
While they kiss, Lloydâs hands begin to wander from her back, to the inside of her thighs, causing CĂ©cile to gasp softly into the kiss. His hand creeps upwards and cups one of her breasts through her bra while the other hand reaches behind and...attempts to unclasp the garment, causing CĂ©cile to break the kiss and collapse into giggles as he struggles. âD-do you need help?â she asks, biting her lip as she buries her face into his shoulder, pulling down Lloydâs turtleneck to press teasing kisses against his neck while he struggles.
âNo, no. I simply need both hands to unlock this contraption.â Lloyd mutters breathily, looking over CĂ©cileâs shoulder to see the clasp. Finally, after a few moments of more struggling, Lloyd finally unclasps the bra with a triumphant, âHAH! Success! Now, can you get off of me and lay on the bed?â
âOnly if you take off your shirt too.â CĂ©cile fires back, tugging at his shirt.
Lloyd sighs as he complies . âVery well. I suppose thatâs a fair trade.â He pulls off the shirt revealing a fairly wiry body with very little body fat or muscle, but it was still pleasing to look at.
CĂ©cile gets off of Lloydâs lap and slides out of her bra, carefully laying down, avoiding the Earlâs gaze as she does.
Lloyd climbs on top of CĂ©cile, engaging her in another kiss as a hand caresses a modestly sized breast in his palm. Breaking the kiss he murmurs, âIâve never seen one of these up close before.â Moving down to her breasts, the Earl pokes at one of them with a look of fascination on his face, making CĂ©cile roll her eyes. This man was 30 years old, five years her senior, yet he acted like such a child sometimes. Most times. All the time.
He spent a good amount of time playing with them, poking and prodding at them, squeezing and flicking at her nipples, causing several moans to escape CĂ©cileâs lips, against her better judgement. He had got her going and now she was definitely feeling heat between her legs as he continues to play with her breasts.
âY-you can put your mouth on them if you want.â CĂ©cile murmurs, gasping softly as Lloyd takes a nipple into his mouth, tracing his tongue around the nipple, causing CĂ©cileâs eyes to flutter shut as she bites her bottom lip to hold back another moan, her legs rubbing together as her lower regions begin to throb with anticipation.
Of course Lloyd was completely oblivious to CĂ©cileâs thighs rubbing together and he continues to play with her breasts far longer than CĂ©cile wouldâve liked but she gave the Earl some slack â heâd never played with boobs before.
Eventually, Lloyd decides itâs time to move on and he kisses his way back up to CĂ©cileâs lips, leaning in her ear. âSo...how do you want me to pleasure you?â he asks. âWith my hands?â His deft fingers rub at her clothed core, causing CĂ©cile to sigh in pleasure. âMy tongue?â he nips at her earlobe, âor..â his voice lowers into a whisper. âMy cock.â With that he rubs himself against CĂ©cileâs aching core, causing her to moan louder than she expected. He was...a decent size judging by what she had felt through his pants.
âA-all three?â
âHow greedy.â Lloyd murmurs softly, pulling down her panties and immediately stroking her core, which by this time was soaking wet. âI guess I did promise to go down on you for science.â he mutters. âBut now I need to take care of my own arousal too. How annoying. Do I have permission to penetrate you after cunnilingus?â
CĂ©cileâs face burns bright red as she nods quickly, too embarrassed to say anything.
âExcellent. Then letâs get this show on the road, shall we? Spread your legs for me!â Lloyd exclaims, as if he was about to test a new feature on the Lancelot.
Slowly, CĂ©cile spreads her legs, revealing her core to the Earl of Asplund, who grins with delight as he settles between her legs. âNow, letâs see if I remember my female anatomy correctly.â he murmurs, experimentally sliding a finger inside of her, his face flashing in surprise as her insides just suck him in. âOh my. Thatâs..interesting. Just sucks you right in there, huh?â
CĂ©cile was getting impatient. Her loins were on fire and needed relief. âJust get on with it, Lloyd. Please!â
âFine fine.â Lloyd begins to thrust that finger inside of her, once twice, three times before adding a second, and locating her clitoris, which he presses his tongue against, causing the other scientist to moan softly. âK-Keep doing thatâ she murmurs under her breath.
âHmm...your taste is..hm. Interesting. Itâs not bad itâs just..â another lick. âStrange. And a bit salty.â
âStopâmm! talking!â CĂ©cile says, her eyes feeling heavy and fluttering shut as her head tilts back against the pillows as Lloyd thrusts his deft fingers inside of her while swirling his tongue around her sensitive button. With all of this stimulation, it wasnât surprising that her first orgasm quickly approached her and she fell over the edge with a loud gasp of pleasure, panting slightly.
Lloyd looks up from his ministrations and pouts. âAw. Did you finish already? I was just getting started. Oh well. Guess that means itâs time for the main event, huh?â
He sits up and removes his pants, underwear and all, revealing a very hard, decent sized shaft. Unashamed of his nakedness, Lloyd hops over to the messenger bag he had brought, finding a condom wrapper and tearing it open and placing it on his shaft.
CĂ©cile watches him while he does this, still trying to catch her breath after her orgasm. He was a virgin, so he probably wasnât going to last very long, but given the fact that he was 30 years old and not a teenager anymore counted in his favor.
Lloyd climbs back on top of CĂ©cile, pulling her into another passionate kiss just to get her blood boiling again, rubbing the tip of his cock against her entrance, thrusting inside of her sharply, causing both of them to gasp. CĂ©cile tangles her legs with his as Lloyd begins to move in and out of her. Their breathing is heavy and the movements of their bodies results in the bed rocking and creaking back and forth in time with their movements.
Their coupling was surprisingly intimate as the Earl was too winded to offer much more than a few gasps and moans, making the entire ordeal much more erotic rather than the clinical nightmare CĂ©cile was dreading. In fact..she wouldnât mind this becoming a regular thing. The only problem was that outside of obligation, Lloyd had no interest in sex whatsoever and the obvious: he was engaged.
CĂ©cile didnât have feelings for Lloyd, rather she would definitely admit to having affection for the eccentric young man who just really liked building giant robots and pudding. Maybe that counted as feelings.
Lloydâs thrusts begin to speed up and the bed creaks louder paired with the sound of their bare skin slapping together and their shared gasps and moans. He was definitely close. CĂ©cile holds on to the Earlâs waist as they chase their orgasm together, her body arching into his as they both reach their high almost simultaneously.
As they come down from their high, CĂ©cile pulls Lloyd into a gentle lip lock, which he reciprocated, surprisingly. It was gentle and intimate and as they pull away, they both smile, pressing their foreheads together, his glasses almost falling into her face.
As they lay there, arms wrapped around each other, Lloyd finally breaks the comfortable silence. â...So what are your thoughts? I am expecting a report after all.â
CĂ©cile rolls her eyes and laughs. âIâll give it to you in writing later. For now just...donât talk. Alright?â
âAlright.â
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So much of normal season prep was lost this year that the most important decision I've made was to not stress or worry about missed musts or missed opportunities. Tradition-wise, christmas cleaning is to be done either (family) before first of Advent or (old tradition calendar) starts 20/12.
We put up advent decorations even though it was still messy and kept tidying little by little.
Christmas laundry should be done on the 2/12, but since I chose just one tablecloth and the christmas curtains has stayed up for years, and I have no christmas rugs or bedclothes to change to, etc, focus has been on eliminating the laundry before my winter break is over.
Anyway, holiday atmosphere settled, school break started and solstice rolled around. Usually, I bake saffron buns for Lucia day (13/12), and make sun bread from the same dough, to eat on solstice after singing a song about the longing for the sun's return. This year, I spent Lucia day at work without any celebrations, and had spiced wine and gingerbread in the evening.
This year on solstice I sang to myself on the couch, caught in a grey bubble of not feeling like much, with spiced wine, and thought of my friends.
A tradition my husband and I have kept to for almost two decades, is watching Nightmare Before Christmas before christmas, and we did it this year as well.
After a week in quarantine, I was able to spend Christmas Eve (that's the big day to celebrate here) with my parents. My husband wasn't well so he stayed at home with the cats.
My mother makes most food for christmas, herself, but I chip in by baking something sweet. My mom makes pickled herring of different flavours, she bakes spiced bread, meatballs, cook brussel sprouts from her garden and prepare the ham. The broth from boiling the ham is often salty and spiced and used for dipping bread in.
For dessert, she makes risalamand. That's rice porridge with whipped cream and diced orange, and I cannot by any physical law eat too much of it.
For after dinner coffee, I had made chocolate peppermint cookies especially for the occasion. Baking is both a family tradition and a passion of mine, and chocolate peppermint is one of my very fondest childhood christmas flavors.
I also baked butterscotch cookies, but I didn't get any good pics of them.
The process of mixing, kneading and shaping is always a ritual for me, especially when baking for a person or an occasion. The physical work transfers love and purpose.
As the days grow longer, I miss 2nd day and 13th day dinners at my Grandma's. She sent pics of her living room and of herself with a present ribbon as a headband, so silly and cute that it hurts me not to be able to be near her.
Tomorrow I will make what I'd really liked to choose for this post, so you'll get another post a day too late.
For new year's eve every year, in my family we make egg cheese, an old traditional Swedish westcoast dish that's made by heating and curdling a mix of egg and milk, collecting the curds in a cheese mold and letting it drain and set overnight. The result is a soft, almost pudding-like, cheese, with a fresh, neutral taste.
Some eat it as-is with herring, but we prefer to sweeten the curd and eat it with berries or jam.
The recipe I have is the one my mother taught me, that she learned when she was young. My aunt's husband has another recipe that he swears by, and my paternal grandmother yet another one. The recipes were dearly kept secrets back in the day, and in some places still are. Contests between households in the Bohus peninsula were taken very seriously, and disputes about who makes the best egg cheese could go on for years.
This is probably the tradition I value the most, as it's deeply personal and also signifies the returning sun, but that post is gonna have to wait until tomorrow.
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Friday 4 May 1838:Â SH:7/ML/E/21/0089
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Good kiss last night fine morning waited for the hairdresser A- and I and I long in dressing and not downstairs till 11 20 â breakfast â had Mr. Pearce â will embark the carriage and take all trouble â very civil â very nice clean (new) carriage and civil coachman and good horses from Pearce the coachmaker â out about 12 Âœ - drove to 114 Park street Hutton tailor, and ordered groomsâ coat and waistcoat and pair of trousers (all Oxford mixed cloth) for George and left Button [?] with Hutton to be sent to [Strengitham] â then drove about seeking Miss Lloyd (recommended by Mrs. Lawton whose name we never mentioned) dressmaker upper Brook street Grosvenor â found her in Lower Brook street n°56 â A- took her a dress to make up â be at Mr. Drumagues (Dentist 2 Albemarle street) at 2 â took up Oddy and set down A- and her a few minutes past 2 â I drove off to Whitehall â Lady Stuart gone â then drove to 4 Carlton terrace â admitted â found Lady S. de R- and Louisa and Mr. Scarlett sitting with them surprised but very glad to see me â soon went in to luncheon, and helped twice to vermicelli soup Lady Eastnor and one of her younger daughters came in and then Mrs. [Dundy?] â sat 1/2 hour very comfortably â Lady S- at Eastcombe Lady Buckinghamshireâs to go to the Lodge on Monday â Lady S. de R- wanted me
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to put off my journey for a fortnight or longer and go with Lady S- to the Lodge â said I really could not do this â very sorry â too unwell to go to agreeableize â had thought of getting well, and then trying to agreeable â the S. de R-s have some thought of letting their house for the cornation to Marshal Soult in which case they will all go to the Lodge and there will be no room for me â said I would drive over to Eastcombe tomorrow â from Lady S. de R-sâ drove to Lady Gordonsâ 34 Hertford street â found her and Georgiana and Cosmo â and saw Alicia a fine girl aetatis 16 not to be introduced of one year or more â said I would by and by order a butt of sherry for Cosmo - ÂŁ80 per butt for the best â any colour I liked â Cosmo always liked to know this â he prefers medium colour, neither very brown nor very pale â about 600 bottles (did he say?) in a butt â duty about ÂŁ30 â and then there would be fright â sent a great deal to Hull â some gentleman said he found the sherry (the best) stand [him] to 4/8 per bottle â more said I then I now pay â yes! said Cosmo, if you have it from a wine merchant - ÂŁ3 per dozen = 5/. per bottle â sat about Âœ hour with Lady G- till Lady Charlotte Luscombe? came in which sent me off â Lady G- begged to see me on my return â she was laid up with cold and rheumatism or something in her knees â I joked her about having refused me â she said as if offhand enough to be at unawares â yes! and I have never repented it but once â that is, always â of this I took no notice but by saying with a smile, I daresay we should have done very well together â Returned home direct from Herford street and took up A- about 4 and drove into the city â called en passant at Pearcesâ Longacre 103 âto the Heraldsâ college â Mr. Harrison not there â at the Earl marshals office 30 Great George street Westminster  - all busy about the coronation â the porter would let him know to call on us at 11am tomorrow and then to Fenchurch street 123 about the passage by the Princess Victoria packet to Antwerp â took our places (births) and got order for embarking the carriage â ourselves ÂŁ2.2.0 each â carriage ÂŁ5. total including two servants = ÂŁ12.14.0 of which paid ÂŁ6 â bought biscuits at Lemannsâ Threadneedle street, and thermometer at Batesâ, and A- left her watch and I my McL- watch at Rundel and Bridges, and stopt a moment at Pearcesâ and bought hat for George at Dudleyâs 148 Regent street and home about 7 ÂŒ - dinner almost immediately â Potage Ă la julienne â part of [roast] loin of little mutton spinach and potatoes and a pudding â pint of Madeira for A- and bottle of Claret for myself of which we respectively drank Âœ and both slept till 10 soon after when we went upstairs to bed â ate oranges â and dawdled over getting into bed â and had a pretty good kiss and then fell asleep
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