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navstuffs · 1 year ago

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Hello, first of all, YOUR WRITING IS GOD’S WORK, second of all, I need a second part of “I know it’s thick”, bc that took me out 💀 It was fucking fantastic. And last but definitely not least, you seem very sweet, and like an amazing person, keep up the good work 🥰💕👏✨

"I know it is thick." - Part 2

Pairing: Boss!Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader

Summary: It is thick, and now you know it.

Warnings tags: SMUT SO MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE, blowjob (m receiving), public sex, under-the-desk blowjob while jill is in the room, porn with feelings (sorta), carlos always brazilian in my fics (foda-se capcom ESSE HOMI É DO BRASIL), translations at the bottom

Author's Notes: ANON YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE!! the idea came to me while reading your ask and i was like WHY NOT? again, bear with me since smut is still a constant work in progress. also thank you so much for your kind words and requesting with me, i hope i deliver! <;3 @cerezzzita aqui miga 💖

part 1 | my carlos's masterlist

You would never have guessed you would end up like this. You see, after sending that text message, you thought you would have been fired or sued for sexual harassment within Carlos's rights.

Not that by late Friday night, you would be doing extra work. And by that, it means your legs spread apart, holding yourself back in the cabinets of the stockroom as your boss Carlos pounds into you, his big hands holding your hips with such strength it would probably hurt tomorrow. Not that you cared: since this whole thing started three weeks ago, you have discovered you had muscles that ached that you didn't even know existed.

As Carlos's ball hit against your ass, the slapping sound sounding pornographic to your ears enough to drive you crazy, you hold onto the cold shelves, your legs barely keeping you steady. Every thrust he gives inside you is more powerful than the other, seeming to reach deeper into you. It had to be that thick cock, you thank mentally.

"Are you close?" Carlos wonders, and you imagine his bare ass looks delicious, his social pants on the floor.

You moan a pathetic yes and beg Carlos to touch you, and his hands find you, jerking in that delicious way only he could do it. It is unfair how well Carlos knew your body, although this only started a couple of weeks ago.

Three weeks since you stayed late and found out it was really that thick and you could barely fit in your mouth. Three weeks since this man gave you the best orgasm of your life. Three weeks doing extra work time.

With the way he is rubbing you, you don't take long to cum, biting your lips and closing your eyes to hold back a moan. Carlos gives you two final thrusts before you hear him muttering a curse in portuguese as he cums deep inside your walls. You stay silent for a moment, just the sound of your breaths before Carlos pulls out of you, his semen slowly dropping out of you.

You take a second to straighten yourself, your back hurting (it seems you are taking another ibuprofen tomorrow), when you feel Carlos pass a cloth between your legs, cleaning you gently.

"Oh, mhm, thanks?" You say unsure, and he smiles, giving you his handkerchief, with his initials sewn on it.

Carlos stares at you, wanting to say something. You are a little worried about it might be: yes, what you are doing is wrong, and you both know it. You are worried Carlos might want to end this sooner than later; you know he will have to. Or maybe he will finally invite you out? Maybe, you will end up fucking Carlos in a proper bed, not on top or under his desk.

"I will see you later, then." Carlos doesn't wait for your answer, and you ignore the pain in your chest, his handkerchief just the memory he left on you (along, well, with his cum). Again, this would have to end someday, right? It was just sex.

Two days later, you are under Carlos's desk a little after everyone leaves. You see, you went in there to end it all before Carlos could but, somehow, ended up with you on top of his desk, his head on the middle of your thighs. The things Carlos could do with his tongue were skills out of this world, and suddenly you can't remember what you wanted to do here.

You just didn't want him to stop.

So now, you are just repaying for the multiple orgasms from earlier, you tell yourself as his thick cock hits the back of your throat. It had nothing to do with the fact that you loved sucking him, the sight of his strong and hairy tights, hearing Carlos beg for your name, and how this powerful man seemed to melt in your arms because of you.

There is a sudden knock on Carlos's door, and you both seem to freeze. You look up, and Carlos gives you an urgent look, his eyes pleading for you to stay shut. "Please don't say come in," you beg mentally, but the door opens before Carlos can say anything, just with enough time to pull out of your mouth.

"Oh, I am so glad you are still here." Carlos's partner and your other boss, Jill Valentine sounds pissed. Carlos immediately pushes the chair into you, completely hiding your body, causing his dick to get close to your lips.

Jill vents about the challenging project the whole team has been working on, and for your relief, she doesn't pay enough attention to Carlos. Carlos gently tries to keep your head away from his cock, but you don't move. When he looks down in panic, you would have laughed if you could because Carlos knew exactly what was going through your mind.

When you test by licking the tip of his cock Carlos has to hold himself back against the chair, Jill still doesn't seem to notice. You try again, this time swirling your tongue around it, and Carlos curses.

"Puta merda."

"Did you say something?" Jill wonders, and you hold back a laugh.

"Puta merda this project huh, Jill?"

Jill continues her rant as your head goes down into Carlos's cock, slowly and torturous. Your boss has to hold himself into the table, his knuckles turning white as a low whimper dies down in his throat. His hands look for your head, you don't know if to pull you away or push you more down, but you don't stop.

"....and I am telling you, if this doesn't get solved by the end of the week, I swear I will cancel this whole deal!"

"Puta que pariu!"

"Well, I am glad you agree with me!" Jill exclaims, slamming the table. She finally looks at Carlos, who is sweaty, his chest rising up and down as he bites his lips.

"Carlos, are you okay? You look feverish."

"I-I am fine, Jill. All good. Just sh-sharing your frustrations, that is it."

Jill thinks she heard a strange, slurping noise after Carlos says that, but the sound stops. Her phone rings before she can ask what it is, and she groans, frustrated.

"You know, we shouldn't work this late. Life isn't just work, you know?" Jill expresses, before leaving his office, waving goodbye.

You can hear the door closing, and Carlos roughly pulls out of your mouth. You gulp, anxious, wondering if you finally took too far and Carlos will end it all, when your boss's face appears under the table to stare at you, full of desire.

"You want to play like that? Fine. Let's see how long it takes for you to gag on my cock." Carlos' voice is low and threatening, bringing chills all over your body, especially your heat.

"Challenge accepted, boss."

Puta merda = Holy shit

Puta que pariu = Holyfucking shit

#carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira smut #carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira fanfic #carlos oliveira fanfics #carlos oliveira imagine #carlos oliveira imagines #NOT that happy with this (so im sorry in advance anon)#i feel like i could have written much better #carlos cursing in portuguese makes me feel things #request #requests

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emmalostinwonderland · 2 months ago

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Thanks for tagging me, @onthewaytosomewhere! I actually have something to post this time lol.

Anyone want some more from my sense-share soulmate au, Butterflies and Tummy Aches?

“...be amazing. I’ll cook migas in the morning, and we’ll swim all day and never put clothes on and make out on the pier, and it won’t even matter if the neighbors see.” Henry stares out over the lake as that buzzing under his skin intensifies, threatening to take over his other senses one by one. His blood is already beginning to rush in his ears. His grandmother is laughing over his shoulder, and Philip’s voice echoes with hers this time. You know the right answer, Henry, they seem to say. Know your place.

open tag and maybe some gestures in the directions of @cactusdragon517 @thedramasummer @jackzimmermemes

#firstprince #rwrb #red white and royal blue #seven sentence sunday #butterflies and tummy aches

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scentedpepper · 8 months ago

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Missions, Malaise and Migas Pt. II | Leon Kennedy

Pt. 1 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt. 7 Final Part

Fandom: Resident Evil

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Male Reader

Summary: Leon and Y/N have some underlying issues. Ones they tried to warn DSO about.

Content Warnings: None

Other Pairings: Luis Sera x Reader

Authors Note(s): Sorry if the Spanish is inaccurate 😥 I've been white washed

Feel free to correct me

This one's still quite gender netrual other than one masculine term being used by Luis

I'm typing and copying pasting all this out again as we speak because tumblr closed on me and didn't save ☺️

"Hold still. "

Red was leaking through the wound covering your forearm and staining your sleeves. It was beginning to slow to a stop, the stinging and burning yet to subside. Luis' hands continued to tremble, looking much too weary as he pressed a small towel that, after a while, had grown warm against your skin. Blood had begun to absorb into its once clean white surface until it dripped.

Luis' fingers had turned a crimson color, more red than olive.

It was unnerving, knowing that your injuries had caused him so much distress. So much distress that his hand went to scrub against his forehead and then brought up to squeeze the bridge of his nose while shutting his eyes closed.

His brow hadn't unknit itself from the moment you showed up at his doorstep, clad in dirt and blood asking if he had any medical supplies.

You didn't explain the part where you'd fallen through a shit load of trees nor that you were here with Leon on a mission and he lost your supply bag during the fall.

You tread discreetly through the edges of the town when you found yourself growing increasingly impatient waiting around in the rain for him and Ada after they'd gone off to look for it.

Who other then the man you'd shared messages with from across the world to patch you up?

And, oh, the way he does.

You blink down at your wound as you're settled on the counter in his hotel room with his back half turned to you. He'd done your arm first in his worry but you've had deeper lacerations, so you didn't bat an eye in the same way he did.

He was checking up the left of your body now, with hands so careful against your bare skin you hardly felt his touch as his dainty, latex covered fingers tapped every centimeter of the underside of your arm, earning no flinch nor words of complaint from you despite the heavy bruising that was already occurring.

It was then that his body leaned further into yours and he was dabbing something against one of the larger wounds. It smelled sharply of alcohol and stung briefly, before going mostly numb.

It's very strange, the feeling.

He seemed to be saving your dislocated shoulder for last. The dread etched on his features telling you he wanted to avoid hurting you more than you already looked.

He was quieter than you were used to. Like the sight of you had sent him into a permanent shock. The most reaction he'd had was the hand that had covered his mouth when you showed up and he didn't hesitate to usher you into his room. He didn't need answers. Not right now.

But you, you were beginning to become unsettled by his silence and your constant shifting showed it. You wondered if you were overstepping when you showed up like this. If the friendship over messages hadn't quite translated to real life friendships and helping strangers didn't fit in the spectrum.

Your stomach churned at the thought and your face scrunched uncomfortably, unnoticed by Luis.

Until it was.

"Pain?" He finally asks.

"No. " Is what you answer as your nose wrinkles again and Luis comes out of his bent stance, moving away from examining your ribs and he stares at you for a moment, two.

He doesn't say anything right away.

"...no puedo adivinar tu cerebro."

Luis speaks in Spanish, which isn't abnormal and you'd gotten used to it fairly quickly.

And the that term, well, you've found him using it often with you. 'No puedo adivinat tu cerebro. ' I can't read your brain.

You'd look it up one day on your phone when you got service but when you had it translated it came back with something along the lines of: I can't figure you out.

I can't figure you out.

Your nose scrunches again, the breath in your lungs shuffling.

It feels funny to hear it from him in person now.

You look back up to him, meet his gaze of confusion with your own, eyebrows rising momentarily. The corners of his lips are pulled downwards, lines marring the corners. You feel the temperature around you rise but can't focus on anything else but him. He almost looks hurt, as if one day the you in front of him would just... subside.

"Can I ask..." He licks his lips with a long stripe and then bites the inside of his cheek as he continues to rummage through his bag. "Why you are here?"

He almost seems unsure, of whether he should even ask the question as he busies himself with grabbing another rag from his bag. It's only after he's wiping the blood from your arm and going onto a different bottle does he look up, expectant.

But you're shifting again and you're not looking at him so realizes perhaps it was the wrong thing to say. His brows knit again and he's uncomfortable with the lack of usual lightheartedness between you two. The flirting, the jokes. Nothing like this.

He speaks again. To soften his words? "Is good that you have come here, to the town. "

His voice is level, clear. His hand reaches under your chin and you wince but at least let him tilt your head back and center. So you're looking at him again.

You sigh, not at him, or the situation but yourself.

"I'm on a mission. " You clarify but it doesn't fully answer his question and you wait for him to prod. He does.

"Here?"

"Mhm. " You hum in response. "And well‐ things went a little astray when I fell off the side of a moutain. " Your cheeks puff out slightly.

There's a small pause.

"A moutain?"

He offers you a cautious grin and for a moment he thinks you're joking.

But then your eyes meet and you nod your head and an incredulous look is on his face.

"A moutain?" It's an exclamation of disbelief this time. "Miente. Are you sure?"

Your lip quirks up at him, the smile on his face still has yet to fade, his tone turning a touch playful at your confession.

You let out a small laugh. "I'm sure. –And some trees. " You add and that would explain the bruises scattered across your skin like the dirt you were constantly covered in.

"How many trees?"

"A shit ton. " You say softly, watching as his soft fingertips have begun to slide in circles on your knee.

"We were meant to go up it– me and Leon- but then the rain started and things went bad from there. "

"Sancho?" A tone of recognition comes on his voice and he looks around the room as if Leon might suddenly appear. And then he whips back around to you and the words on his tongue feel forbidden. "Is Leon...?" He looks more scared than he had when you walked in and you shake your hands immediately.

"No, no. He's well. –Better than me. " Luis doesn't miss the roll of your eyes. "Ada. " You announce. "She must've plucked him out of the air when we were falling. " You scratch at your temple and shrug your good shoulder.

Again, his hand is massaging in circles over the bone on the underside of your knee. The touch feels good. Better than the throbbing all over you.

"And you, querido?" Luis prods. "Who came and plucked you from the moutains?"

"Uh‐ well the trees mostly. Then Leon. Eventually. "

"Bueno. " He purses his lips, nods once. His eyes crinkle like that and they seem to get lighter before the wrinkles on his forehead return. "Where is he now?"

"He's off. With Ada. "

His hands move to your vest and he begins undoing the straps. Your shirt underneath is drenched and he's already cut the left sleeve when he stitched you back together. "¿Por que?"

"He dropped our supply bag during the fall, I needed the bandaging so they went searching. "

This makes him stop and take one more worried look at you before he tilts his head. "He know you're here?"

You shake your head and your lips press together as the weight of your impulsiveness sits on you. Not knowing where you were is nerve wrecking for your partner, you know that. It was for you. But being so reckless, pushing for your own desires and storming off on him was something beyond how you normally functioned.

The circumstances of your relationship had really been flipped on its head lately. And you couldn't say if it was ever going to be fixed.

You hear Luis sigh and he finally moves the vest over your head.

"No tienes ningún respeto por tu vida. "

You're not sure what those words mean but the tone of the reprimand has you tilting your head just a bit and catching his eyes when his hands stop at the collar of your wet shirt.

You tilt your head further, eyeing him.

Luis sniffs a laugh.

"Have you no respect for your life?" He translates and you quirk a brow at him.

"Sometimes. " You shrug.

"Enough. " You insist when he gives you a pointed look.

"But not when you walk off in random towns. "

The roll of your eyes is present this time.

"I needed medical attention. "

You hear the snipping of the scissors, the noise gradually descending to the hem of your shirt.

His hand lingers a bit. Stops moving. The criss-cross net of muscles on your stomach comes into view and he swallows down whatever words he wants to say. Just staring.

And then a smirk rises onto his face as the light bulb of wit goes off in his head, registering the next thing to say about your toned body.

His lashes move in a flirtatious manner and a hand drapes on your thigh gently. His smirk deepens.

"And you need me. "

A snort is let loose, the tension in your body breaking around you as you shake your head and rub your brow.

"Relax. " You say with the words stretched out and you use your finger to push his chest.

Luis doesn't complain about it.

"Bueno, bueno. " He insists upon before the tip of his tongue darts to his top lip and he's trying to untangle you further from your clothes, going farther down your back. "Solo te quiero ver bien. "

You turn your head, only recognizing bien.

"Gotta repeat it for me, bicho. "

Luis doesn't respond, just smiles so big it reaches his eyes. He makes eye contact again.

"I said I want to only see you well. "

You wave him off. "I'm well. " You tell him but he looks you over before rolling his eyes.

"Here. " He gestures to your lower half and you undo the belt that holds all your guns and knives alike.

He gives you his hands to steady yourself as he helps you rise from your perch on the counter and eventually you're stepping out of your shoes as you shed the rest of your clothes. You grimace because your body throbs in disagreement and your hand is burning again when Luis grabs on.

Your pants are shuffled down to your ankles when he turns your hand over and sees the dried blood, the peeled back skin. "Mi amor, ay. "

"Rope. " You retort, using your feet to pull your pants off the rest of the way. "Grabbed mine a few times on the way down. "

"Ay. Turn. " He says and you shoot him a confused look while you do so, unaware of half the scrapes and knots and bruises on your body.

He clicks his tongue, noticing another gash on your leg that needs stitching. "Pobrecito. " He mutters to himself and you're not sure you heard him correctly.

"I'm not fragile. " You remind him and its clearly a rebuttal because he simply agrees.

"Me disculpo. " The tips of his fingers are featherlight as he gets on one knee to wipe the blood from the back of your thigh.

"Next time you fall from moutain? No more falling. Estaba muy asustado. " He shoots you a look that tells you that yeah, he's being serious.

You sigh as he stands back up to grab stitching material.

"No more falling. " You agree.

#resident evil #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #luis sera #luis sera x reader #luis sera x you #male reader #leon kennedy x male reader

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scratchybongvt · 2 months ago

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WHO WANTS TO BE A MILLIONAIRE CHALLENGE!!! (Sidemascots 1.3)

Vinicius: But since the primetime version is boring af, it’s who wants to be a millionaire… on steroids.

Everyone: WHAT?!

Vinicius: Oh I didn’t mean literally steroids.

Olympic Phryge: I think I’m going to have PTSD…

Sumi: Get over it!

Olympic Phryge: Over what?

Sumi: Your drunk sister from the last episode!

THE SIDEMASCOTS!

Vinicius: Season 1!

(Sumi’s phone dings)

Sumi: Sorry guys, Mukmuk sent me a message. Mukmuk mukmuk mukmuk mukmuk mukmuk mukmuk mukmuk mukmuk mukmuk.

Vinicius: Aw, he speaks like Pokemon.

Miraitowa: What does it mean?

Sumi: He said “Miga lost her eyeballs after repetitive eye strain and the fact that she was watching Sumi’s shit YouTube channel in the last episode. She’s now in hospital. Apologize to her now, or I’ll never again lend you maple syrup!”

Vinicius: Aw, guys, filming is postponed.

Honohon: Aw, come on!

[Technical difficulties]

THE SIDEMASCOTS!

Vinicius: Season 1, starring the world’s wettest mascot… Myaku-myaku!

Sumi: What in the name of Patricia Martin?!

Myaku-myaku: It’s my love interest, Italia-chan.

Sumi: (breaks pasta to scare Italia-chan away)

Myaku-myaku: What?

Sumi: Number 1, we only allow 10 mascots at a time, number 2, we do not tolerate stereotypes!

Burke: Stereotypes? Didn’t we have an Olympic Mascot Stereotype in our crew?

Miraitowa: Who?

Burke: You.

Miraitowa: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

[Technical difficulties]

Vivi: Welcome everyone to the “on steroids” version of Who Wants to Be a Millionaire, I’m your host and volunteer of Mitsubishi’s biggest cash-in…

OC IV: (in distance) I thought their biggest cash-in was the Mitsubishi Electric Cup!

Vivi: Vivi!

Honohon: #montamino

Burke: #meredithvieira

Wenlock: #christarrant

Vinicius: #silviosantos #rip

Miraitowa: Aw, she’s so cute, I want to give her cuddles.

Borobi: To be honest, shouldn’t you do that with Someity every weekday?

Miraitowa: WHAT?!

Burke: Where’s Nana when you need her?

Sumi: She’s probably arguing with our creative director about who should run the show!

OC IV: It’s MY show!

Nana: No, it’s MY show!

OC IV: But I make better scripts!

Nana: But I have better questions!

OC IV: But I am your father!

Nana: What?

OC IV: I am your father!

(Nana weeps and runs away)

OC IV: Let’s go, guys!

Burke: Way to go with your film references, OC!

OC IV: THANKS!

Vivi: Uhhh… let’s call our first contestant… Sumi!

Sumi: Let me guess… 15 questions, 3 safe havens, 3 lifelines?

Vivi: No, 6 questions, no safe havens, but you got the last one right.

Sumi: WHAT? THIS ISN’T SYNDICATED!

(Everyone laughed)

Vivi: If you get a question wrong, you’ll have second chances for redemption! If you think we got it wrong, either you or the audience can challenge us to correct the question!

Wenlock: This is confusing, and I know the new Champions League format for god sake.

Vivi: If you got the challenge wrong, you’re KICKED OFF THE SHOW!

Sumi: *trembles* This show or the Sidemascots?

Vivi: Joke, it’s this show only.

Sumi: Phew.

Vivi: But who knows someone gets fired from the sidemascots!

Sumi: WHAT?!

(Everyone laughed.)

Vivi: Bring in the first question!

OC IV: GOT IT!

Vivi: This cat AGAIN?! Should we pick someone else once in a while?

OC IV: I have… an aura!

Vivi: Oh, yes, aura. I should remember that. First question: Where is next year’s Expo held?

Myaku-myaku: EASY!

Vinicius: Pffft…

Sumi: Next year, final answer, shut up and move on!

Vivi: 2025, wow! I didn’t know you had such an interest in the expo!

Sumi: We have Myaku-myaku for nothing!

Myaku-myaku: Shouldn’t you wait for me to hint you?

Wenlock: #tecwenwhittock

Vivi: Silent, or else this show would be a stand in the park, let alone a walk! Next question: Where does Vancouver FC stand in the Canadian Premier League currently?

Sumi: 6th place with a 7-5-12 record, final answer, shut up and move on!

Wenlock: I didn’t know I had a mid-table friend!

Vivi: Incorrect!

Sumi: INCORRECT? I REMEMBER THAT LAST GAME AGAINST FORGE! WE WERE SHIT! I DEMAND A CHALLENGE!

Vivi: American black bear with Flappy Hands demanded a challenge! Burke, can you do the honors?

Burke: I can confirm Vancouver finished 6th out of 9 with a 7-5-12 record.

Vivi: Correct answer, wow!

Sumi: LONG LIVE VANCOUVER FC!

Wenlock: I thought you support the Vancouver Whitecaps?

Sumi: SHUT UP WENLOCK! I DON’T WANT TO BE AMERICAN SLAVES!

Vivi: Next one: Where do Vancouver Whitecaps stand in the Supporters’ Shield rankings currently?

Everyone: OOOOOOOOOH!

Sumi: I’m sorry but I don’t watch the MLS for a long, long time.

Burke: TRAITOR!

Sumi: Last time I watched it, Atlanta United won the league, we were in 14th!

Burke: I’m truly… humbled.

Sumi: I guess we did worse than that?

Vivi: WRONG! 10th!

Wenlock: I didn’t know his former club was a mid-table side.

Sumi: I demand a challenge!

Vivi: Burke?

Burke: I can confirm Atlanta finished in 22nd… I mean Vancouver in 10th!

Vivi: That means Sumi, you’re eliminated!

Sumi: Thanks a lot.

Wenlock: That’s for not watching the MLS for a long, long time!

Vivi: Which also meant Burke, you’re in the hot seat!

Burke: Me in the hot seat? I’m truly humbled…

Honohon: Oh shut up!

(Transition)

Vivi: Burke, your first question is… who invented Coca-Cola?

Burke: John Pembleton, final answer, shut up and move on!

Vinicius: So much for someone from Atlanta…

Vivi: Correct! What is the average length of a baguette?

Everyone: OOOOOOOOOOH!

Olympic Phryge: It’s…

Vinicius: Shut up Phryge!

Burke: Maybe a foot long? I’ve seen a footlong before.

Sumi: The measurement or the sandwich?

Burke: The sandwich! Let’s be honest here, Subway is trash and I’ll never come back again!

Vivi: You’re correct! Wow…

Olympic Phryge: OBJECTION!

Burke: Oh no…

Olympic Phryge: Number one, footlong sandwiches are never a foot long anyway, and two, it’s 60cm or about 23,6 inches!

Vivi: The answer… will come after the break!

(Burke proceeds to bribe Vivi)

Vivi: The answer is… yes! 60cm!

Olympic Phryge: ALLEZ LE BLEUS!

Vivi: Which means Burke, you’re out!

Burke: Where’s the redemption I needed…

Vivi: Olympic Phryge, you’re in!

(Transition)

Vivi: Phryge, everyone’s most hated mascot…

Olympic Phryge: Show off!

Vivi: Your question is: Did Paralympic Phryge go to a strip club last night?

Vinicius: WHAT?!

Sumi: It’s like Para Phryge herself wrote those!

Olympic Phryge: My sister is brainwashed, and I don’t know where she was yesterday.

Vivi: Correct!

Olympic Phryge: What?

Vivi: I don’t know! Because one, the filming crew said to me they just took her home, and that was in the afternoon! No one knows what she did last night! Two, all of her social media accounts have been inactive since early September!

Vinicius: Should we hijack the CCTV cameras of that nightclub?

Sumi: Agreed! Though, I don’t know where is it.

Vinicius: Uhhhh… me too!

Vivi: Next question: Banana.

Everyone: WHAT?!

Vivi: That was the questioners! Not me! If I made those questions, I would have been better off leaning bias toward the Mitsubishi Pavillion cash-in!

Sumi: If that was Paralympic Phryge, I’ll round her houses.

Olympic Phryge: I don’t know what’s the point, is it because it’s long, yellow, ripe, and lovely?

Vinicius: Where do I get this before…

Olympic Phryge: Can I phone a friend?

Vivi: By the fine rules of Who wants to be a millionaire syndication… yes!

Olympic Phryge: I’ll call my brainwashed sister.

Vivi: Ha, what?

Olympic Phryge: Hi! Paralympic Phryge: I don’t know who *hiccups* who are, dickhead!

Olympic Phryge: I wonder if you’re willing to help me…

Paralympic Phryge: I was smashing shots in a strip club last night!

(Everyone gasped.)

Vinicius: Well that answers the previous question.

Olympic Phryge: The question is banana. Is there a proper answer to that, drunk?

Paralympic Phryge: No! WAHEY! *chugs can of Sting*

(Call ended)

Olympic Phryge: I’ll just walk away.

Vivi: You can’t quit!

Olympic Phryge: I can and I just did, what’s the money for answering one question?

Vivi: It’s like war, what is it good for? Absolutely NOTHING!

(Transition)

Vivi: It’s time for the next hot seater… Borobi!

Borobi: Thanks for letting me in.

Vivi: Great, because the first question is, where did the Gold Coast Suns finish in the Premiership in 2016?

Everyone: OOOOOOOOOOH!

Borobi: Oh no, it’s not our first season, nor is it our current, it’s in between.

Vivi: Exactly! There’s more chances I’ll quit this shit job than anyone in the studio watching Aussie Rules Football! I LOVE BEING A TV SHOW HOST!

Borobi: Let me guess. 9th?

Wenlock: I didn’t know I had a mid-table friend.

Sumi: You literally said the same thing about me.

Borobi: Can I ask the audience?

Vivi: Yes you can! Everyone! Where did the Gold Coast Suns finish in the Premiership in 2016? Write your answers now! Well.

Borobi: Well?

Vivi: It’s either “don’t know”, “don’t care”, or “go Atlanta Falcons!”

Burke: GO ATLANTA FALCONS! *blows vuvuzela*

Borobi: Oh no, I’ll take 9th as my guess.

Vivi: WRONG! 15th out of 18!

Borobi: Even I never remember AFL mate… The sport fell off.

(Transition)

Vivi: The next contestant is Honoh- WHAT IN THE NAME OF NANA?

Vinicius: REVEAL YOURSELF! WHO BLACKED OUT THIS STUDIO?

Paralympic Phryge: It was ME, WAHEY! *chugs bottle of Coke Zero* Let’s get this starty parted!

Everyone: PARALYMPIC PHRYGE!

Vivi: Is she this season’s antagonist?

Olympic Phryge: Why?

Paralympic Phryge: Revenge for trying to abuse me, WAHEY!

Vinicius: WHAT?!

Sumi: We didn’t “abuse” you, we asked you to feature in the last episode and you belatedly said yes!

Paralympic Phryge: I don’t remember *burps* me doing that.

Vinicius and Sumi: WE DID!

Sumi: Here’s the email! Admit it!

Paralympic Phryge: NO! I’M GOING TO SABOTAGE YOU ALL! WAHEY! (crashes into a wall)

Olympic Phryge: Aw, I want to punch her in the face sometimes.

Vinicius: Really?

Olympic Phryge: Really. I really need to give her a lesson!

Vinicius: Oh.

Sumi: If you desperately want to sabotage your drunk sister, we’ll help you!

Olympic Phryge: Really?

Vinicius: Really!

Olympic Phryge: Oh thanks a lot. I feel better now.

Vivi: Olympic Phryge to sabotage Paralympic Phryge in the next episode! Done deal and here we go! #pleasevisitthemitsubishipavillioninnextyearsexpowhereweactuallyofferyouallchocolate

Sumi: Join us next time for the next episode of the sidemascots, aka…

OLYMPIC PHRYGE ATTEMPT TO SABOTAGE PARALYMPIC PHRYGE!

Vinicius: It’s all going to go down…

Tom: NEW SIDEMASCOTS EPISODE? HA, IT’S SH-

#mascotverse #sidemascots #miraitowa and someity #parody #vinicius and tom #the phryges #vivi and nana #who wants to be a millionaire #syndicated

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jaehyunspeachparty · 2 years ago

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daddy jaehyun

iv.lxxxi. (a)

The End

Meanwhile, Mia and Xiaojun have come to the hospital. Johnny also followed a few minutes later. Nobody could believe what happened. "Can't you go to her?" Johnny asked Jaehyun, gently putting his hand on his shoulder. Jaehyun shook his head and continued to wait. The doctors and nurses hadn't left your room yet. Seconds felt like hours to Jaehyun. He didn't know how to do it anymore. Mia meanwhile spoke to a medical staff member. Since she was your sister and therefore a close relative, she got every information. "What happened?" Xiaojun asked when his girlfriend came back. He had Kiwoo in his arm, which he was rocking reassuringly. "A truck driver missed a red light. He appeared to be heavily intoxicated and was driving high speed. Doctors said it could have been much worse, but apparently only the front of the car was hit… " "There where Y/N was sitting…", Xiaojun said quietly and stroked Kiwoo over his hair. "Where's Mama?" Sunoh was getting restless. He was quiet for a long time, but he was also getting tired. But then Miga came to him and put her hand on his hair. "Mom is sick, you have to wait for the doctors to give her medicine." Here you could see that Miga was the eldest child. She knew she had to behave calmly now and that's why she tried to calm her brother down. "Should we ask Jaehyun to take the children with us?" Xiaojun asked his girlfriend. Mia nodded and walked over to Jaehyun, who was still staring at the door that leads to the room you're in. "Jaehyun, we'll take the kids until you know more. Is that okay?" Mia wasn't sure if he was listening. He was still rigid and looked towards the door. "Jaehyun?" She grabbed his upper arm, but he flinched. With a startled look he looked at Mia. "I…you can…" He can hardly find the words, but at that moment the door opened and a doctor came out. Jaehyun looked at the man expectantly. "You can go in now, she's awake," said the doctor and nodded confidently. Jaehyun's heart stopped for a short moment, he looked at Mia, who smiled softly. "We're waiting," she said, and Jaehyun started walking.

Jaehyun slowly walked into the room. He was afraid of what awaited him. A nurse labels a blood sample while the doctor whispers something to her. Jaehyun saw you lying in bed. You could hardly move, everything felt numb. At first you didn't notice Jaehyun, but then he took your hand and sat down next to you. "Jaehyun…", you say and realize how much strength it costs you. At that moment he burst into tears. He wasn't one to cry easily, but he was so scared of losing you. Jaehyun lay down on top of you and was so glad to have you here alive. You start crying too. It was all so much and you couldn't remember anything. "How are the kids?" you ask him then, stroking his hair. "They are all safe and sound." He smiled and was so relieved. "And Sophia?" This time you don't look at Jaehyun but at the doctor. Jaehyun sat up in surprise and didn't know what was happening. "I can't feel her…or am I deaf?" Somehow you already knew the answer. You pull down the covers and put your hand on your pregnant belly. The doctor took a step forward and you knew that good news wasn't about to come. "You were crushed in the accident. The pressure detached the placenta and blocked the oxygen supply…we haven't found a heartbeat since you were in the hospital…" You looked at your belly and you kind of knew it. Was meeting your father not a dream after all? "It can't be…how do you know that?" Jaehyun reacted with anger. He didn't want to accept that. "We've done all the tests. There's no sign of life." The doctor showed the videos of the ultrasound. There was no movement, no heartbeats…nothing. "That is not true!" Jaehyun couldn't believe it all. Anger and frustration rose in him. Your daughter was almost a finished baby. Even if she were born now, she would have a good chance of surviving. "Jaehyun…" You take his hand and look at him calmly. But then you turn to the doctor. "What's the next step?" you ask him and you don't understand yourself why you're so composed right now. "We would still induce the birth today. The nurse is just getting medicine for it." "Does that mean I have to go through a normal birth?" You were scared at the thought and slowly you felt sick. Do you really have to give birth to a dead baby? "Isn't a C-Section enough here?" Jaehyun didn't know what to think anymore. On the one hand his baby was dead, on the other hand he didn't want you to go through the pain of childbirth too. "From a psychological point of view the decisive factor is that women cope better with the loss of their child emotionally in the long term if they have given birth naturally. Since a mother-child bond develops during pregnancy, it is also important for many women to to keep their child with them for a while after the birth, so we will give you time with the child then." Jaehyun couldn't look the doctor in the eye anymore, he didn't know how to deal with it. He held your hand tightly and stared at the floor. You were composed…for whatever reason…maybe you haven't realized it yet. "I'd like to see the kids," you say, looking at Jaehyun. "Are they here?" He nodded and tried to collect himself. "Yes, they are outside with Mia, Xiaojun and Johnny. Shall I bring them in?" "Yes…" You nod and smile. Jaehyun got up and walked out of the room. Just a few seconds later he came in with Miga and Sunoh on his hands. Followed by Mia and Xiajon carrying the twins and Johnny. The doctor left the room in the meantime and gave you your time.

Jaehyun lifted Miga and Sunoh up to you. Sunoh immediately snuggled up to you. Then the twins were added to you and you breathe in the scent of your children. "I'm so glad to have you. I love you so much," you say to your children, kissing their hair, forehead, and pinky fingers. Geon was just climbing over your stomach when Miga stopped him. "Take care of the baby!" she warned him. You smile and caress her cheek. "It's okay, the baby doesn't feel anything anymore," you say. At that moment, Mia looked at Jaehyun in surprise, who just stood there rigidly and didn't know how to exist anymore. "Y/N…" Mia also went to the bed. Tears welled up in her eyes and she took your hand. "Dad takes care of her," you say to your little sister. "Dad?" Mia looked at Jaehyun, but he didn't know anything about that either. "When I was unconscious I met Dad at his house in France. We talked about everything and then it was Sophia…" You stop and reach for your stomach. Then you tell the story of what happened. Tears rolled down Mia's cheeks. She sat on your bed and cried into your shoulder. You watch everyone cry, only you couldn't...

After Mia, Xiaojun and Johnny took your kids back and left the hospital, Jaehyun stayed with you. Meanwhile a midwife and a nurse came to you. They gave you the medication to induce labor. They also gave you medication to make the birth as painless as possible. "Do you have any questions?" the midwife then asked, looking at you calmly and gently. "What happens after the birth?" You were unsure of how things will go when your baby is here. "When the baby is born, it will be wrapped up, cleaned and put in your arms if you want it. If you need time for this step, you can get it. You can calmly think about whether and when you want to have your child again. Many parents consciously celebrate the farewell to their child: they hug it, stroke it, take photos or leave footprints in order to retain as many memories as possible. If you cannot or do not like to look at your child at first, you can also ask us or ask a family member to describe her. The milk that comes in after birth can be suppressed with pills." She looked at you calmly and somehow you were glad that for the first time you got a look that wasn't pathetic. "Here the pills." The nurse put the medication and a glass of water on your table. The nurse seemed less composed. She couldn't look you in the eye. It was the first time they had to be with a still birth. To you it felt like sheer madness. Everyone was crying and losing control of their emotions, only you sat there feeling silently numb. Why don't you feel anything? Was your body still in shock? "We'll come by in half an hour and then we'll see when it starts," said the midwife and you nodded silently. In the meantime you have been taken to a room of your own. The room was only for you, far away from children and the childbirth station. Without hesitation, you swallow the medication and then lie back in bed. Everything was so quiet here…too quiet. "Jaehyun…" You look at him. He was just clearing out your stuff. Johnny had brought the birth bag here. You only prepared them a week ago. The most important things were inside, in case the birth would start soon. "Yes?" he asked quietly, but not looking at you. Rather, his gaze was fixed on something in his hands. "What you have there?" You became curious and try to catch a glimpse. Jaehyun turned around rigidly and showed you the piece he has in his hands. "We bought it for her…" It was a white onesie. A romper for your daughter… "We should put it on her," you say then. "Why are you so composed?" Jaehyun yelled across the room and you could see his fingers digging into the white fabric. His veins were popping out everywhere. But you were surprised that he yelled at you. You look at him with wide eyes and freeze. But in that moment he realized what he had just done. "I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…" He walked over to you and sat on your bed. He took your hand and put his forehead on it. "I just don't know what to do with myself. My heart is breaking right now and this pain feels so real. I just don't want to lose our girl." He kept crying. You've never seen Jaehyun cry so much in your life. "I don't know why I'm so calm… maybe because I know she's safe with my dad? Maybe I just haven't realized it yet..." You sigh and slowly feel everything in your body contracting. You knew this feeling well, after all you had already brought four children into the world. It all felt the same. "Jaehyun…" You take his hand and when you feel the first contraction you panic a little. "It starts." You take a deep breath. "Should I get the midwife or a doctor?" he asked worried, but you shook your head. "Can you sing me something?" You look at him and feel how slowly the contractions subside. "What do you want to hear?" he asked softly and lay down next to you. "Lost…" You don't know why you wanted to hear that song, but it was the only thing you wanted. Jaehyun hesitated, but he knew he didn't want to refuse you anything at that moment. "Okay…" He took your hand and looked into your eyes. He started singing.

>>It's been a long time since you're gone Still filled up with the scent of your warmth And staring at a blank wall Drawing what's been natural Gets way more vivid when I'm lost Just wandering in the crowd where I'm standing No matter how much it sways Listening to the songs we used to relay. Nothing will change Done counting down the reasons...<<

Jaehyun was beginning to find it difficult to sing the song. He had more and more problems with every word. But you close your eyes and put your hands on your belly.

>>Honestly, wanted to say "Nobody else," but need you to stay By any chance, it might've been too late, too late And could've been obvious No time to blame All I want is having you in my day...<<

He couldn't sing anymore. His voice trembled and he gasped for air. You open your eyes and wipe away his tears. "Thanks…" You kiss him softly and you were so glad he was by your side.

After half an hour the midwife was back with the nurse. They said that it can already start and you are surprised that everything happened so quickly. But the medication made a lot of things happen. Another doctor came into the room and another nurse made up your bed. "How are you?" the doctor asked, looking at you as he put on his gloves. "I don't know. How am I supposed to feel?" You sigh and you feel the next contractions. But you were drugged, the drugs were working. "Nobody knows," the doctor said softly and you were relieved that he would give birth to you. When it started, Jaehyun was standing next to you. He held your hand, your arm. He didn't leave your side for a second. And it doesn't take long and you're pushing and pushing. It was all easy, painless and quick. It was an unusual birth. Everything seemed like a dream to you, but then the doctor looked up at you again. "She'll be here with the next contraction," he said, and you nod. Jaehyun took a deep breath and he didn't know himself how he would react. The next contraction came and you started to push and then there was she. Sophia was born, but she was silent… Everyone froze. Only the doctor gave the dead child to the midwife, who cleaned and dressed her. The doctor was still taking care of the afterbirth, but you don't get all that. You look up at Jaehyun and he looks up at you. "Do you want to see her?" the midwife then asked. Jaehyun wasn't sure, but you nod. The midwife turned, took the child and came to you. You saw the onesie that Jaehyun had been holding in his hands just a while ago. And then she was in your arms. A little girl, she looked so ready… so alive. She had black hair and she looked so much like Miga. You stroke her fingers and you realize that she didn't react. Nothing moved. Her skin was cold, she had no pink lips, there was no heartbeat. And in that moment you let out a scream that was filled with pain. Jaehyun collapsed to his knees, he couldn't look at his dead daughter and you couldn't stop screaming. The young nurse couldn't take it anymore, she ran out of the room crying. A child should have been screaming here, but now it was you…

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When you came home days later, you didn't know if you were ready for it. But you are happy to have your children with you again. Jaehyun drove you home. He hasn't spoken much since your daughter was born, but neither have you. You two just exist right now. He was also not at home in the meantime. His parents took care of everything. Jaehyun never left your side, even when he couldn't find the words. You get out of the car and slowly you went into your house. Jaehyun held your hand tightly. As you enter the antechamber, you hear Kiwoo giggling, Sunoh singing, Geon squeaking, and Miga babbling. These sounds felt like balm for your soul. You didn't think your children's voices would do you so much good. You look at Jaehyun with relief and realize that he felt the same way. "Welcome home," he said, and it was the first words in a long time. You nod and you both go to the kitchen. There were white lilies everywhere in the hallway. The whole room was full of them. There were white lilies all over the kitchen. Every surface was covered with it. "What's that?" you ask quietly, looking around. "I believe these are from your sister Audrey," Jaehyun said, showing you a card. "It's so terribly hard and against nature when children have to go in front of their parents…", you don't read any further, but reach for the next card. "From Taeil: The death of such a young hopeful person is hard for all of us to comprehend…" Jaehyun read. "From Taeyong: We go as we came with nothing but us alone. The world - these are just names...Being is a miracle." You found white lilies and letters from everyone you knew. They were from all your acquaintances and friends. Tears ran down your cheeks and Jaehyun struggled with his feelings too. You stood in the room full of white lilies - the flowers chosen for both weddings and funerals symbolize renewal of the soul and express compassion. "Mummyyyyy," you suddenly hear a voice. And little feet ran towards you. Sunoh immediately fell into your arms. "Mummyyyy!" Miga came right after her brother and Jaehyun saw how his parents cautiously entered the room. "Geon, Kiwoo," you took the two babies with tears in your eyes and collapsed to the ground. "We missed you," your daughter said, looking at you with concern. "I missed you too," you say, stroking her cheek. Meanwhile, Jaehyun also fell to the ground and also took his children in his arms.

And that was it.

That was your family.

Your luck.

Your life.

Love.

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I finally wrote the ending that had been in my head for so long. Thank you to everyone who has supported me with this story over the years. I have so many good memories with this and I always enjoy reading back. Thanks to all of you who read, wrote, and brainstormed with me. I hope I was able to bring you joy with this story, you gave me a lot of joy. I'm sitting here having a really hard time finding the perfect words for the ending and I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes. I started writing the story in September 2019. It was just an idea and I didn't think it would develop that way. And it hurts me to end it here, but I think everything should come to an end. Of course I won't leave the story entirely, there will always be stories. I'm also thinking about writing a new Daddy Jaehyun story, but I'm still debating whether to publish it here or on my own blog. Even if the story ends here, I'm glad to have met such wonderful people through it, many thanks to everyone ❤

❤ Katy

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Sheriff Pomni

she better not catch you lacking

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robotstrategy · 8 months ago

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Recalled • Part 6 • 42 - Roland

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Roland remembers when he was six, his father had disappeared in the middle of the night. In the morning police came to the door, breaking in and searching the premises. His mom was crying, holding him and Lilian close as the officers berated her, asking if her children were even her own. Roland is glad that Lilian never remembered the incident, there was so much screaming and broken objects that day. For the longest time, Roland never knew why his father went to jail, but now he does, government theft. He stands with Lilian and his mother on the other side of the apartment door, wondering if it’s really a good decision to be meeting his recently released father; though it's better than being at his grandmother’s.

His mother steps before both of them, “I told him on the way here we were coming a week early, I’ve just got to see if we can come in.”

She knocks on the door, Roland hears a rush of footsteps, and soon the door opens. His mother lets herself in, not fully closing the door as she creates a barrier between her children and their father.

“Sorry, I know I told ya we’d be coming next week, but-” Their mother starts but is cut off by their father.

“No, it is alright, I have already put together lunch for them.”

“You, you’ve put together food already?”

“Yes, they are here, yes?”

“Yes.”

The door opens back up, there’s a waft of delicious-smelling air that enters the hallway. Roland and Lilian walk into the foyer of the apartment. It’s quite a tight space, he’s only three steps in and he’s already face to face with his father. He makes eye contact with him, his father smiles ear to ear. “It is like she said, you look just like me Rolando,” his father pauses for a moment. “Can I call you that, Rolando?”

Roland smiles, he sort of expected this but he wasn’t certain that it would actually happen. “Sure!”

His father steps out of the foyer, and goes into the kitchen, with Roland following him. “Your grandmother used to always get mad when I’d call you that in front of her, I just wanted to make sure you were still okay being called that.”

“Yeah, she’s a bitch,” Roland mutters still loud enough for his father to hear. “She called ya a filthy immigrant.”

His father smirks. “Of course she did, she’s never liked me.”

Roland watches as his father pulls what looks like nachos out from the oven. “Migas,” He explains. “It is fried bread crumbs in different shapes, I topped it with cheese and bacon like mi mamá used to make it.”

Roland sees his father’s eyes move to something behind him, his father looks at Lilian. “And you are Lilian, no?”

Lilian nods, their father smiles. “You have grown up to be such a beautiful girl, I am glad!” Both Lilian and Roland seem to be miffed about this comment. Their mother butts in. “He was arrested when you were four, the doctors didn’t know if you’d make it past the age of five.”

“And how old are you now?” Their father asks Lilian.

“She’ll be 18 in early summer.” Their mother answers him.

“I suppose I’m two years late for your Quinceañera, sorry about that.”

Lilian looks at their mother. “What’s that?”

“It’s a coming-of-age party for girls, and it would’ve been done on your fifteenth birthday.” Their mother explains.

“Then why didn’t I have one?” Lilian asks, their mother looks around nervously.

Roland sighs, looking between both his sister and father. “‘Cause Mr. Taggart wouldn’t have allowed it, that’s also why I wasn’t allowed to take Spanish in high school.”

His father looks over at him, disgruntled. “Who is this, Mr. Taggart?”

“Our old stepdad,” Roland replies. “Mom got a divorce since then, obviously, or else I wouldn’t be here.”

Roland talks a bit more. “I actually had no idea I was half-Spanish until a month ago. I never knew you were Spanish.”

There’s a half-saddened smile on his father’s face. “You did, you used to call me papá all the time and I would read you Spanish stories before bed,” He was looking up, remembering it all, and he then looked down at Roland again. “You forgot all about me, didn’t you?”

Roland chokes up. “I-I did, I forgot I had even met ya, it wasn't until I saw the pictures, and Martha and Otto, that…” He trails off after a few words.

His father shakes his head, “I’m sorry, we should stop talking about that, it is making you sad,” He takes a spatula to the mound of migas, putting a part of it on a plate. He gives it to Roland, tilting his head to the table, indicating that he wants him to sit there. “Go eat, you’ll feel better.”

Roland sits down and eats as his father plates migas for the others. The migas look a little funny, some look like tortilla chips while others are more like croutons.

“Is it good?” His father asks as he comes over to the table, Roland nods with his mouth full. “Good!” His father smiles.

“So, what have you been up to patito?” His father looks too Lilian.

Lilian lifts her head. “I’ve just been working hard on school, they’ve already told me I won’t be graduating this year.”

“Well, you are doing your best, that’s all that matters. You are doing very well for your condition, most people like you can’t even walk.”

“I can swim too!”

“That’s amazing!” He turns to Roland. “And how have you been? Are you doing postsecondary now?”

“He’s doing aviation lessons at a pilot academy, somehow he knows how to fly. How did you know how to do that Roland?” His mother asks.

Roland averts his eyes from the table. “Have you ever heard of a raid on an airplane graveyard?”

There’s the clatter of a glass hitting the table and spinning around, Roland looks back at his father who's gone pale.

“It got raided?” He asks. Roland quints his eyes at him ‘This guy knows more than he’s letting on.’

“It was bound to be, they knew it existed about two years prior,” Roland explains.

“You were there when it happened, yes?”

“No, I got unwound a year before.”

His father takes a moment before he speaks. “Then if you were there? How did you get unwound?”

Roland decides to tell him nothing. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to,” He looks at his mom. “A guy there took me in and taught me how to fly a chopper.”

His mom smiled, “How nice of him.”

“Yeah, and then he convinced two unwinds to kill five of ‘em.” The room goes silent, his family stares at him.

“Oh yeah and then after that some other guy trapped me in a metal box,” He takes another bite of his food. “I did deserve it but not for the reason he put me in there.”

His parents just stare at him in awe. “How did you not die before getting unwound?” His mom asks.

Roland looks up from his plate. “Because everyone was afraid of me, and they had the right to be.”

Roland finishes up the migas, but his parents are still stuck in place.

“What happens at a Quinceañera?” Their father has his attention pulled to Lilian, who asks the question.

“Well there’s a lot of traditions, but when we celebrated my sister’s, we invited almost everyone we knew; we had it at a banquet hall, and she danced the whole night away,” He laughs. “I don’t expect you to do all that, especially the first dance, you barely know me, and I wouldn’t want to force you into a father and daughter dance.”

Lilian looks up from her plate again. “Well, you already seem better than our last dad. Would I be wearing a dress when I dance with you?”

“Oh yes, you’d be wearing a very pretty dress, you can even wear a crown if you want, I hear most girls like doing that.”

Lilian lets out a squeal of excitement, their mother is bewildered by her amount of enthusiasm.

Roland laughs as he washes off his plate. “Sorry, I might have told her I’d try to convince you to get her a pretty dress for her birthday.” He tells his mother.

“I suppose it will be a dieciochoañera instead then.” His father says.

Roland and his father finish washing off all the dishes, Roland watches over his shoulder as Lilian tries to make a paper crane out of a napkin. He looks back to his father as they store the dishes. “I have something to tell you, why don’t we step into the living room?” His father says Roland follows him into the small living room. There are pictures on the wall of people he’s never seen before. He spots a picture of an older woman with his father, she looks like she could be his mother.

“Is that my grandma?” Roland asks his father nods. “Yes, but that’s not what I brought you in for.” He goes to the dresser underneath the collage of pictures and pulls out paperwork.

“Did your mother ever tell you why I went to jail?”

“I heard you committed government theft.”

“Yes, that is the vague crime that they put on my record.”

Roland takes a step back, weary of him.

“Let’s just say that if I committed government theft then so did you.”

“…what?…”

His father hands him over the paperwork, and Roland finds that it’s a document of his recruitment into the A.D.R. one year before he was born. Roland’s eyes widened as he looked back at his father, he was glad he didn’t tell his father how he got unwound.

“It is considered government theft when you harbour AWOLs, I had done that job for seven years before I got caught.”

“That’s… amazing,” Roland looks at the page some more, Danilo Delgado. “Heh, that’s funny, your initials are D.D.”

“Hah, yes, Danilo Delgado, I think we named your middle name after me, it is Daniel, yes?”

“Mhm!”

“Yes, the American version of Danilo, I think originally your middle name was going to be Franrosa, but I think you already know why it isn’t.”

“My grandmother, your mother-in-law.”

“Right.”

‘Roland Franrosa McMary.’ He thinks. “Darn, it’s such a nice name too.”

“Yes, but that’s not what I’m here to talk about. Rolando, I know you’ve been unwound, if there’s anything you want to talk about with me, you can do it here.” His father tells him.

Roland stays silent for a bit, there is something that he wants to tell him, that he hasn’t told his mother, but it has nothing to do with unwinding.

“I hear they’re not too fond of yins or yangs in Europe, how do you feel about them?”

His father is taken aback, “I don’t have a problem with that, I think most of the cases I worked on were kids thrown out because of it; but what does that have to do with you?”

“Because I have a boyfriend.”

“Oh.”

The atmosphere becomes really awkward until Roland talks again.

“He gave me a bouquet of flowers recently, ‘cause we won't be seeing each other much anymore.”

His father blinks, “You are a very interesting man.”

Roland becomes defensive, “Is that bad?”

“No, no,” His father assures him. “But when you said I wouldn’t like the answer you’d give me about your unwinding I thought that maybe you’d be more comfortable talking one on one.”

Roland shakes his head, if he didn’t say it before he won’t say it now. “I haven’t made peace with the people I put in danger, until then, I’m not telling you anything.”

“I understand.”

“Thank you.”

Roland and his father leave the living room, Roland comes over to the living room seeing that Lilian has finished her paper crane.

“I’ve got to get back over to the campus now, it was nice meeting you!” He tells his father.

“It was nice meeting you too.”

Roland hugs his mother and Lilian goodbye before exiting the apartment.

At night Roland lies staring at the ceiling, he watches light appear on the ceiling from the window as cars go by. He feels Trevor shift around and tuck himself in Roland’s neck.

“You seem comfortable.” He says to Trevor.

Trevor hums, stroking a finger against the shirt that separates him from Roland’s chest. “I think I’d be more comfortable if you were shirtless.” He snickers.

“Not yet,” Roland tells him.

Roland looks at the wall of Polaroids beside Trevor’s bed.

“Who’s that girl?” Roland asks.

“Huh, oh, that’s a friend of mine,” Trevor tucks himself back into Roland’s neck. “Are we going to bed now then?” He yawns.

Roland pulls Trevor’s hand from his chest, he takes it up to his lips and kisses it. “Yeah.” Roland shifts himself inward towards Trevor and covers them in the blanket.

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