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my moms memorial w family members I haven't seen in years, and my brother, and my brothers ex girlfriend/baby mama and their son who he hasn't spoken to or seen in almost a decade allegedly in part due to my mother herself, and a bunch of my moms friends I don't know is tomorrow. and we're cooking a bunch of food for it in the morning. it's going to be a long fucking day
#I should have asked my bestie to come 😭😭😭#I need someone her with meeeeee#my sisters great and we have our little sibling language and its nice to be together. but also she's an extrovert#and her boyfriend is also here#I'm going to be expected. to interact with so many people for so long tomorrow#and be painfully aware of how Deeply uncharming I am the whole time#oh yeah. and my moms dead#my mom who I had a very complicated and largely negative relationship with#but was nonetheless my mother#and I'll be surrounded by close friends of hers#god. this is going to be a nightmare#but hey! I'm at the coast. so thats nice.#okay goodnight I have to wake up early to cook tomorrow lmao#sigh.#ghost posts#text
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𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 (𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬) | 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 - 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨
synopsis: you knew that jake's arrival would mean nothing but trouble for you. even so, all he wants is a chance to prove that he can play nice.
warnings: jake's pov, alternating povs, mutual pining, written with afab!reader in mind, reader has a na'vi name, language barrier, age difference.
a/n: i hope its obvious that the line breaks sort of indivate a change in pov. it seemed obvious when i posted this on ao3 but now im not so sure with the tumblr formatting. anyway, hope you like!
word count: 2,790
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“This is ridiculous.”
Neither you nor Tsireya dignified your brother’s complaint with a response. Ao’nung lagged behind the two of you, arms empty while yours were both stacked high with baskets of fruit and blankets to offer your new guests.
“This is our duty,” Tsireya corrected, words formed behind a smile she refused to let slip for one second. Walking beside her, you greeted each of the passing villagers as warmly as the last. After showing Toruk Makto and his family to the empty shelter at the end of the lifted pathways that intersected over the sandbar, you disappeared to collect your siblings before dragging them back along with you.
“Ao’nung, you will take his sons and show them where we keep the ilu. Teach them how we hunt within the reef.”
“But–”
“Within the reef.”
You weren’t a stranger to his habits of straying far from the village, sometimes wandering as far as Three Brothers Rock all while coercing the youngest and most impressionable of his friends to tag along. You didn’t have to turn around to guess what face he was pulling behind your back.
“Why would I ever do such a thing?”
“Because it is expected of you. We will not let these people suffer the shame of being useless.” You could only pray to the great mother he was not yet sharp enough to catch you in your lie. Father didn’t send you to collect your siblings. In fact, no one did. Nor did he present Ao’nung with the task of teaching the sons of Toruk Makto to fish. That was an order of your own invention — one you hoped would help cultivate new friendships.
“The sooner you teach, the faster they learn. Do it quick and do it right.”
He let out an exasperated huff but made no visible display of his frustrations as you neared the end of the pier.
“May I take Kiri to the storyteller’s marui?” Tsireya asked, struggling to balance the bundle of blankets at the very top of her basket.
“That is a wonderful idea. Thank you, ‘Siri.”
It was your duty as eldest sister to ignore the glare she sent over her shoulder and the growl you heard from Ao’nung not a second later. “If that’s settled, I will take the little one to see the ilu as well. I caught her admiring the pod of younglings this morning.”
Tuk was really the only one in her family who seemed enthralled by your tour of the Awa'atlu Village, but that could have had more to do with how much she was able to sleep during the journey than your skills as a guide.
“You’re forgetting something,” your brother taunted, hopping down the woven platform and making it warp under your feet.
“I forget nothing.”
“What of the mighty Toruk Makto? Who will teach him our ways?”
You bit down softly on the inside of your cheek, not allowing your grin to slip through the cracks of your polite rehearsed smile. Your plans for Toruk Makto were still under development, but they were yours nonetheless. He could one day make a fierce warrior in your clan if he was able to grasp the way of water.
“That is my responsibility to bear, not yours.”
“Tsurak is a warrior’s mount.”
Tonowari’s countless warnings fell on deaf ears. I growled behind the leather band pinned between my teeth as the creature below me thrashed and threatened to break free from the five men holding it still in the shallow water.
“Perhaps it would be wise to start with an ilu? They are far more gentle creatures. More forgiving.”
As the thought of giving up crossed my mind, the tsurak’s eyes seemed to roll over and glare up at me from beneath a thin film of seawater. It was daring me to try again—begging me for the thrill of bucking another cocky warrior off it’s back.
“Nah,” I sniffed, matching it’s unsettling glare. “This one.”
Tonowari made a tight fist in the leads, offering me a chance to back out. But we both knew better than that. When I made no move to call it off, he stepped aside with a dismissive shrug and I didn’t waste another second before throwing myself over the wide, armored creature and tightening the leather strap around my fist until I was sure there was no way in hell it would give way. I wouldn’t let myself be thrown off so easily. Not like last time.
When I was properly mounted, he signaled his men to release the beast into the water.
Swimming with the tsurak was nothing at all like driving an Ikran. The wind never threatened to throw me off like the currents did. In the human labs we left behind in the forests of the Omaticaya, we called them skimwings. If I thought they looked spooky on paper, it was nothing compared to seeing one in person or feeling them beat the water with their sharp fins.
My airtime was short-lived and the tsurak dove unexpectedly, forcing me to lose my footing. As if it could sense my unreadiness, it took off into the water, dragging me behind by the leather binding. It took a painful few moments to reach up against the current and sever my grip from the armored backplate, and by the time I was able to free myself, a winding pattern of painful burns had been seared into my hand.
When I finally surfaced, I could hear the laughter of Tonowari’s men a little ways behind me. My shoulders tensed and I felt my ears fall back against my head in humilation. My dedication wouldn’t amount to much in the end if I couldn’t prove my worth here soon.
I was in the throes of preparing myself to turn and face their mockery when I heard a voice from the beach, spilling out over the still water like a lullaby.
“You are very lucky, Tuk. I didn’t make my first bond until I was your sister’s age. This way, she will grow with you.”
I twisted in place until I found the two of you wading in the waist deep waters further downshore. A woven basket was balanced on your hip and every so often you would reach in and hand Tuk a small fish to offer the infant ilu that swam in circles around her legs. She laughed and the sound alone coaxed a real smile from me.
I could have stayed there all day just watching the two of you talk. Maybe if I had, I wouldn’t feel half the gult for stripping my children of their home, or dragging them halfway across Pandora for a fresh start. When I saw you with her, laughing—a sound I hadn’t heard from her in the longest time—I felt like I was doing something right for a change, no matter how often Lo’ak’s temper or Kiri’s distant stares reminded me otherwise.
You glanced up toward the reef for a split second and my cover was blown. I considered diving below a nearby cluster of rocks, but when you caught my eye, your smile instantly widened and you used your free hand to offer me a quick wave of recognition. For a moment, I could forget that I’d just made the biggest fool out of myself twice over to admire how the ocean breeze drew the hair across your shoulders.
It was the tide that drew me in toward the shore. Nothing else.
“Dad! Look!”
Your eyes shot up from stroking the chin of the youngling ilu to see Toruk Makto emerging from the deep waters of the training pool, taking long purposeful strides in your direction. His blazing amber eyes were once again pinned on you and not even the rivers of seawater cascading down his face could have convinced him to give up that predatory hold.
Just when you thought he might actually pounce, his eyes flickered down toward his daughter with a fond look. “Whatcha got there, babygirl?”
Your smile tightened at the sound of those foreign words leaving his lips. You knew in the back of your mind that Na’vi couldn’t have been his mothertongue. Ronal, your mother, could only rave so long about the halfbreeds and their evil English ancestry. It was the language of the skypeople. It was forbidden. But why then did it sound so beautiful dripping from his lips?
“My ilu!” Tuk replied, wrapping her arms around it’s long neck in a warm embrace. Toruk Makto crouched down low in the water beside her, reaching out his hand for the animal to inspect. When the ilu discovered that he was in no possession of fish, it returned all of its attention to Tuk, who was more than delighted to receive it. “Can we go swim?” she asked you in Na’vi, already bouncing in excitement.
You nodded, gesturing out into the protective pool. It had no access to the open waters and she was safe to explore the coral arches and hidden treasures of the reef until high tide struck in a few hours time. “Of course. She’s yours.”
No faster than you said this did she take the young ilu by the leads and disappear into the deeper waters. You lost sight of them quickly and the only indication that they were still there at all were the trails of bubble surfacing in the near distance.
Toruk Makto rose to his full height and only then did you turn to face him directly. He was still panting from his latest attempt to mount the tsurak, his glistening chest heaving as he watched you watch him in return. Suddenly embarrassed, you dropped your eyes to the white sands. In all of your father’s coaching on how to address representitives of the neighboring clans, no where did he say to wade half-nude in the waters and exchange poorly masked longing looks.
“Toruk Makto—”
“Jake.”
Your head shot up just to see him smiling down at you. It was a type of smile you’d only ever caught on the faces of village boys right before you felt a sharp yank on your tail. It meant nothing but trouble.
All of the surprise you felt must’ve been conveyed through your blank expression because within a second, that dangerous smile of his was wiped clean from his face and he held his hands up defensively parallel to his shoulders. “No, no, no, shit —you didn’t do anything wrong,” he assured you, whisking a wet lock of hair out of his face as he mentally kicked himself for frightening you.
Nice going, Sully.
“It’s just…I haven’t been Toruk Makto in a very long time.”
As much as you believed yourself to be wise beyond your years, you knew very little of clan politics outside of the village you were born and raised in. Toruk Makto was the savior of Eywa’eveng and all of her children in the times of great sorrow. It never occured to you that he could vanish just as easily as he appeared on your beaches so many years ago.
Your tail swayed back and forth idly in the waters behind you, stirring the sand into a murky cloud that mimicked the loss you felt inside your heart. “Perhaps Ilu Makto, then?” you tested, head tilted to the side. “Since tsurak has proved too much a challenge.”
Over his shoulder, you spotted Jake’s short tail whisking playfully as he processed your joke. With the shake of his head, he laughed. It was a sweet sound, the first of it’s kind since his arrival. His impossibly sharp canines peeked out from between his lips and he brushed a bead of water from his chin with the back of his hand. “I was hoping you didn’t see that.”
“Believe me, there wasn’t much to see of anything.”
You knew you were pushing your luck. His sense of humor was still a mystery to you. For all you knew, your first comment could have exiled you from his good graces as soon as it left your mouth.
Glancing out at the training pool, you watched your father take flight on his bonded tsurak. He had not yet noticed his outcasted guest standing alone on the shores with his eldest daughter. Knowing it was best to keep it that way, you excused yourself from the conversation with a shallow bow.
“You’re funny,” Jake panted, jogging to keep pace with your long strides as you made your way down the beach toward the ilu nest. You would offer the rest of the fish as treats for the younglings. You watched him out of the corner of your eye, not allowing yourself to devote your full attention. “I didn’t expect that.”
“Funny?” It was yet another word from his native vocabulary that you didn’t understand. Curiosity overpowered your rational thinking and you slowed to a stop behind a large outcropping of black volcanic rock.
“Yeah, funny,” he explained, stopping so close that you were practically nose to nose. “Of good humor. You inspire laughter.”
You fought the grin fighting it’s way onto your cheeks, holding two fingers against your rebellious lips as you took a cautious step backward. “I inspire nothing,” you argued, shaking off the shimmyflies that beat like thunder against your chest before continuing your march back toward the village center.
Just when you thought you might have convinced him to drop it, the basket under your arm disappeared and you turned around to see Jake holding it high above your head. “Hey!”
He only chuckled, holding it up higher when you made a pathetic grab for it. As a matter of fact, he could name a few things you inspired.
You were in the midst of preparing a worthy response when you caught a glimpse of the snake of burns that trailed down his arm. You gasped, and the sound was nearly enough to convince Jake to drop your basket to the sand. “Ma Eywa,” you whispered sympathetically.
He turned his palm inward, wincing as he inspected the length of his injury. It somehow looked worse than it did immediately after the incident that caused it, angry and irritated with lack of attention. It stung, sure, but it was nothing near lethal.
“Tsurak is a worthy adversary,” Jake hissed, flexing his hand just to prove he still could. His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and he would be lying if he said concern didn’t look good on you. “But until I am Tsurak Makto, you will call me Jake.”
You refused to look away from his fresh wound, head reeling with slivers of information you from your mother’s Tsahìk teachings. The leaves of seaberries soothed shallow burns like this one. You would need to collect some immediately.
“Hey,” Jake snapped his fingers close to your ear, startling you. “What do you call me?”
Your basket was still held out of your reach. He was taunting you with his sheer height. On one hand, you were relieved that your terrible excuse for a joke did not offend him, but on the other hand, you appeared to have done something much worse by awakening the insolent child that had been resting dormant at his core.
“Jake,” you said slowly, testing the sound of it as the word rolled off your tongue.
He looked pleased, holding the half-empty basket out to you like a peace offering. “That’s right. Now what do I call you?”
There it is; the power. He was laying it all right at your feet. Any respectable woman in your village would have turned her nose at the game he was trying to play. Unfortunately for everyone involved, you weren’t just any other woman, and you didn’t turn your nose to anyone.
“I am Ällora te Ätwì Ronal'ite. But until I am Tsahìk of the Metkayina clan, you may refer to me as Ällora.”
It felt like you were revealing a secret. Something sacred. And if the return of that mischievous look in his eye was any indication, you knew it was a power that would soon be abused. “Ällora,” he sighed, letting each syllable feed into his triumphant smile. “Yeah, I like that. Suits you.”
He gestured once more for you to take the basket and you did so with great caution, not eager to fall victim to another one of his teases. Right when you expected him to draw back and make you beg for it, he held himself dangerously still. “See?” he said, tail still flicking like a whip below his waist. “I can play nice.”
You hummed, eyes narrowed as you turned away for a final time. “We’ll see for how long.”
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The Fall
Chapter Fifteen of Well, This is Awkward
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Rating: 18+, NSFW
Word Count: 6k+
Summary: The long-awaited showdown!!!
Warnings: Language, graphic descriptions of violence and blood, ANGST, so much angst, smut, major character death?🤐
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You could not stop staring at the ring adorning your finger, ogling its beauty as the light caught it, making it sparkle. You were engaged. To Dave. He had proposed to you. He had actually proposed to you. He had promised to spend the rest of his life with you. It was not a dream. This was reality. A reality that you greeted joyously.
Wow.
You never thought that this would ever happen. You doubted for a while that he would ever take that step with you.
After all, he has been married once before, and look how that turned out.
Granted, she did cheat on him, but either way.
You were fearful that he would get bored with you, just like he did with Carol. You were still concerned, but the ring that rested on your finger, and the little life growing inside of you that he helped create, allowed you to push your distress to the side. For the time being, at least.
Now you only had to stress about Dave’s confrontation with McCall. You knew that he was headed to McCall’s residence that evening, and you had great confidence that he would take care of the job. Dave was more than capable of handling the situation, but you also knew nothing about McCall or his skill. Dave had told you that McCall had been their team leader, which meant he had was just as skilled as Dave, if not maybe more if he was their previous team leader. You shook all doubts out of your head.
Dave will take care of it and come back home.
To the girls.
To me.
To our baby.
You absentmindedly began to stroke your belly, lost in your dreams. You had not popped yet, but after you stood in front of the mirror for almost an hour earlier that day, you could see the slight bump protruding. You walked over to the window and gazed at the sunset, thinking about the future and the possibilities it held. You thought about possibly asking Dave about turning the guest room into a nursery when he got back. You wanted to get lost in decorating the room and preparing it for the arrival of your little one. You wanted to laugh at Dave as you watched him balance on a ladder, throwing beautiful colors up on the ceiling while you stood there and watched, belly full and round.
Maybe we could paint it yellow or green; I don’t want to paint it the generic blue or pink once we find out the baby’s sex.
However, a little boy would be nice
You had always wanted to have a son, and you suspected that Dave wanted the same. Since he already had two daughters, you wanted to expand your family and throw a son into the mix. You wanted the girls to have a little brother, though you were sure they would be just as excited if it were a little sister they would be gaining. Your thoughts wandered to how you would tell Molly and Alice about the baby.
Would they be excited?
Would they be happy about the prospect of a new sibling?
Your mind then drifted to the prospect of telling them the news of your engagement to their father. How would they react to finding out you and Dave were going to get married? Especially when it's so soon after he had divorced Carol? They had already referred to you as their mom and spent more time with you than they did with Carol. You had a feeling that they would be overjoyed at the news, though Carol was an entirely different matter. Dave had divorced her not too long ago, and she had been none too happy about that, even though she had moved in with Adrian and was living her own life.
You knew that she frequently went on trips with her lover, leaving the girls with you or their grandparents whenever she saw fit. But the idea of telling her about the inevitable marriage made you shiver. You would guess that the news of your engagement to Dave would anger her. You knew she had been civil to you for the sake of the girls, at least in front of them, but behind her fake persona, you could feel her disdain for you. In her mind, even though she was the one at fault and broke her marriage apart, you were the one who stole her husband away. The one that walked into their lives and turned it all upside down.
Well, Carol, you cannot have your cake and eat it too.
You checked your phone, hoping for a text from Dave or even a call, but saw nothing. You let out a sigh as you laid on the bed, pulling his pillow to your body, and clung onto it as if it were him. You inhaled his scent, his aroma filled your nose, and it helped to calm your pounding heart. After the proposal, he had taken you to bed, promising multiple times that he would return as he drove himself into you over and over again.
—FLASHBACK—
“I promise.” The moment the words escaped his lips, you flung yourself at him, tackling him to the ground with a kiss. You wanted him. All of him. Now.
“Take me to bed, Dave,” you whispered against his lips. He replied with a kiss as he flipped the two of you over, hovering above you. You felt his hand crawl up your side as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your lips before dipping in. Your tongues battled for dominance as he slipped his hand under your shirt, gliding up until it cupped your breast. You sucked in a breath as he ground himself against you, feeling his hardened length through his pants. A pool of wetness rushed down, and you felt it leak out, soaking your underwear.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding yourself against him in earnest, and he groaned at the action. He squeezed your side, and you bucked up against him, seeking out more friction. He slid his hand from your side to cup your ass, pulling you up against him, as he moved to his knees and then his feet, lifting the two of you from the floor. He walked toward the bed, and you felt the softness meet your back as he dropped you onto the plush comforter. You gazed at him through your lashes, lust-blown eyes meeting his, as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and began to slide it off of his shoulders. You felt warmth spread through your body at the sight. No matter how many times you saw him like this, it never failed to turn you on like an animal in heat.
He tugged the piece of cloth off his body, then pulled the other shirt under it over his head, tossing it to the side. You licked your lips as he undid his pants and pushed them down, revealing his rigid cock to your hungry eyes. You beckoned him with your finger, and he smirked, proudly waltzing over to you as you got on all fours on the bed. You eagerly reached for his cock and wrapped a fist around it, pumping him slowly, and watched as he threw his head back with a moan. You leaned forward and licked a stripe up from the base to the tip, engulfing the head with a suck. Dave shoved himself deep into your mouth, and you felt him hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little.
You took it in stride and began to bob your head up and down on his length, using your tongue to swirl around it. He balled your hair atop your head, using it as a grip to keep your head in place, fucking your mouth harder. Tears threatened to spill, and you struggled to breathe through your nose between his thrusts, but you held firm, relaxing your throat to take him down easier. He fucked your face hard and fast, constantly hitting the back of your throat. He wrapped his free hand around your throat and groaned out, feeling his dick glide in and out. He was growing close to his release when he stopped and pulled you off him, gently tugging on your hair to bring you up for a kiss.
You needed to feel his skin on yours, so you shed your shirt over and unclasped your bra hastily as he worked to rid you of your pants. Once you were as naked as he was, you drew him by the shoulders onto the bed, pulling him over you. He caught his weight on both arms, not wanting to crush you, as he cupped your face and kissed you tenderly.
“I love you,” he softly spoke as he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. Your heart loudly pounded in your chest. He started peppering kisses over your nose, then on each cheek, then down your neck. He sucked a few marks onto your neck and lapped at each one lovingly as you moaned at the contact. He continued his way down, kissing each breast, taking a nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. He then moved to the other one, making sure to give each breast the same amount of attention. You arched your back into his mouth, feeling the heat and wetness over each peak, and let out a gasp as he blew on each nipple before resuming his descent. Once he reached your mound, he could see that you were dripping onto the bed, and his cock twitched at the sight. He wanted to claim you hard and fast but refrained, wanting to make sweet love to you instead. You wiggled your hips in anticipation, growing impatient, as he flicked his tongue over his lips before finally licking a tantalizing slow line across your opening.
“Please,” you whined out when he repeated the action, another slow lick up your entrance before he finally wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. Your hips bucked at their own accord, more slick running out of you, as he quickly slipped two fingers into your warmth, curling them upwards. Your eyes crossed as he pumped his fingers in and out of you and sucked on your clit harder, your moans increasing in volume. You grabbed his head, pushing it down slightly, as he added a third finger and picked up his pace. You were in heaven. The feel of his fingers inside of you, as he began to alternate between gently nipping and sucking on your clit, was starting to overwhelm you.
You wriggled your hips against his mouth as he continued his assault, seeking out more pleasure. He released your clit with a little pop and switched things up, using his thumb to draw small circles over your clit as he plunged his tongue into your cunt. The sensation sent a flood of pleasure through you, and you tugged on his hair, exhaling a wanton moan. He sped up his ministrations, wanting to hear more of your noises as he kept up the onslaught with his tongue and thumb. He added more pressure to your clit, curling his tongue in just the right way inside of you, and you let out an ear-piercing shriek. Head rearing back, thighs clamped around his head, electricity coursed through your body as your climax washed over you. Dave continued to lap up your sweet nectar, not wanting to waste a single drop, as you rode out your high. Once you settled down, he unlatched his lips from your pussy and looked up at you with a grin.
“Think I could just give this up, sweetheart?” he teased, running a finger through your juices as he rose to capture your lips with his. “I promise I’ll come back, even if it’s just for this fucking perfect pussy.” You rolled your eyes at his words.
“Sure, not for the baby or me, or even the girls, but for the sex,” you answered with fake annoyance. “To hell with getting married too.”
“Well, now that you mention it, I guess I can come back for all that too,” he answered, gripping his cock, teasing your entrance with the tip. You were torn between letting out a scoff at his sarcastic words or a moan at his actions when he pushed the head of his cock into you, drawing out a moan instead.
“If you don’t come back, I will find you and drag you back myself,” you groaned out, lifting your hips in an attempt to pull his body closer and cock deeper.
“I would never leave you or the girls,” he replied as he pulled back, not giving you what you desperately wanted. “Or our little one. Ever.”
“Good, because you promised,” you breathed out, wiggling your hips, causing the head of his cock to drag along your opening, just out of reach.
“I did, and I’ll say it again,” he breathed into your ear, gently biting it, before driving himself home with a single thrust. You let out a loud gasp as you felt his girth stretch you out, loving the fullness of it. “I promise.”
“Oh, Dave!” you exclaimed, feeling him pull out of you and slowly push back in. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby girl,” he groaned, burying his head in your neck. “I love you so much.” He drew back inch by inch and slowly sank into your core. He held your hip with one hand, bracing himself with the other, as he continued his leisurely pace. He loved the tightness of your walls wrapping around him. As he sheathed himself fully into you, he stilled, cock throbbing in your heat. Your whimpers of pleasure spurred him on as he unhurriedly pulled out of you and then plunged in with a harsh thrust. He never wanted the moment to end. He never wanted to leave the comfort and love that surrounded him.
“I will come back,” he murmured, grinding his hips into yours as he hit deep into your core. “I fucking promise.” You nodded and turned your head to catch his mouth in a kiss. He shifted, so he was braced on both his hands as he looked down at you, love and passion in his eyes. He moved the two of you into a seated position without breaking the both of you apart, a feat not easily done. His arms circled your back, keeping you close, as he stared deep into your eyes. Dave lifted you off his length slightly before bringing you down, hitting a different spot inside of you, eliciting a loud moan. He repeated the motion, driving himself deeper with each upward push, and then angled his hips, striking that magical spot. Your vision blurred, the pounding of your heart rang in your ears, and you saw stars. Your vision turned hot white as you gushed around him, throwing your head back in pleasure. You felt his grip on you tighten, and he let out a grunt as his cock throbbed and released his essence inside you, the tightening of your walls pushing him over the edge. If his seed had not already taken root, it surely would have with that.
“I will return,” he vowed, drawing your lips to his as he felt rope after rope of his cum paint your walls. You hummed against his mouth, and he shifted. He pulled out of you, your mixed fluids leaking when he released you and turned you over onto your hands and knees. “I will always come back to you.”
“I –,” Dave cut off your words as he sank into you with a hard snap of his hips, taking you off guard. He had just finished, yet he was still rock hard, body craving more of you. He set a brutal pace, relentlessly drilling his stiffness into you. You gripped the comforter, meeting his hips with yours, as he pounded you from behind. As much as you enjoyed the tender lovemaking you had shared, you also loved when he let his primal nature take over and ravage you unforgivingly. He pushed your head down, cheek resting against the bed, as he slanted your hips up and began to rail harder into your leaking center. Your hold on the bed tightened, feeling him bring you closer and closer to your third orgasm. The sounds of your bodies meeting, the slap of his balls against your clit, your moans and his groans, the sloshing of your wetness around his cock, filled the room, echoing against the walls.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted out, feeling his balls tighten as he grew closer to the precipice. “I fucking – *thrust* -promise - *thrust* -that I will -*thrust* - come back and -*thrust* - fucking marry you.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the endless pleasure he was giving you. His words further fueled your desire and need, his continuous onslaught to your pussy overwhelming you.
“Ugh – D – D – Dave,” you cried out as he circled his hips, quickening his pace.
“I promise -*thrust* -I will fucking -*thrust* -put -*thrust* - another baby -*thrust* - into this - *thrust* - perfect cunt.” At his declaration, he sank into your soaked core one final time, pulling you up against his chest, and gripped your breast, emptying the last of his cum into you, some of it dribbling out and down your legs. His climax triggered your earth-shattering orgasm, and you let out a wail, hand grasping his, As your legs shook uncontrollably. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded you, and you collapsed onto the bed with a huff.
“I – I – fuck,” you heaved out, struggling to formulate words, your mind in a haze. “I fucking love you.” Dave let out a chuckle, tossing himself onto the bed next to you, and pulled you to his side, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.
“I love you too, sweetheart. And I promise you; I will return,” he vowed. “No matter what.”
—END FLASHBACK—
When he left later that evening, the two of you embraced, and he had reluctantly said goodbye to you, stroking your hair reassuringly.
“No matter what it takes, I will always come back. To you, to our baby, and the girls. To our family. I promise. And I never break a promise. Especially not this one,” he said, and you had insisted that he tuck the second set of ultrasound photos into his jacket pocket as a reminder of that promise. When he broke your embrace, he leaned down to kiss you, pouring so much love and passion into it, as if it would be the last one you two would share. He walked to the car, where Kovac patiently waited when he turned and shouted out that he loved you before climbing in. You stood there and watched them pull away, waving and blowing him a final kiss as he halfheartedly smiled at you. As the car drove out of sight, the perturbed feeling you had about the situation returned, forming a large knot in the pit of your stomach, and you tried to shake the worries away.
Dave will come back.
I know he will.
He has to.
He promised.
And he said he never breaks a promise.
He cannot break this one.
He won’t.
I know he won’t.
Dave glanced down at his phone and saw a message from Resnik.
This better be about Brian.
Opening the message, he clutched the phone in his hand, squeezing it hard.
Resnik: Brian got away. It looks like he knew we were coming.
“Fuck!” he cursed as he sped to McCall’s apartment. They pulled up outside of McCall’s apartment building and got out of the car. It was raining, so he tucked his gun into the sleeve of his jacket before exiting, while Kovac had a pizza delivery bag with empty pizza boxes in it, his weapon resting inside. He heard dogs barking as they walked through the courtyard, Kovac on one side, Dave on the other. They approached the door, and Kovac drew his gun while he opened it.
This ends tonight.
They walked up the stairs quietly, steps barely echoing in the hallway. He began to pick the lock to Mac’s apartment as Kovac stood watch, making sure nobody was in sight. He could hear a voice inside the apartment, but it did not sound like Robert. Once he successfully unlocked the door, he drew his gun, suppressor screwed on, and cautiously stepped in. They made their way through the apartment, studying each room for any sign of Mac. He walked into the bedroom and approached the bathroom, pulling the door open, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.
Nothing.
“Clear,” Kovac spoke to him, and he nodded. No sign of McCall anywhere. He turned his head and eyed the bookshelf, lined with an assortment of books. He never took Mac as one to read some of these books.
However, I would not put it past him to have something hidden behind this.
He ran his hand over each book and reached behind them, trying to feel for a button or switch.
Nothing.
Fuck.
He glanced down at the floor by the mirror, seeing if anything indicated that it could open. Flashlight in hand, he examined the wood and the seams and then shined the light onto the reflective glass.
Looks like a two-way mirror.
Dave breathed onto it, his warm breath fogging up the glass before he began to draw a sad face then cross it out. He held his gun up, ready to shoot it, when his phone rang. With the weapon still held up, he pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear.
“How you doing, Dave? You know who it is.” he heard Mac’s voice through the earpiece. “Since you’re in my house, water my plants for me, will you? I’m not gonna be back for a while.”
You piece of shit motherfucker.
Thinking he can taunt me like this.
I will fucking show him.
He stood up and lowered the gun. It was evident that the man was not there but was watching them. He turned around and spotted the smoke detector in the corner, knowing Mac placed a camera inside.
“It’s a mistake to go to war with us, McCall,” he threatened through the phone as he gazed at the camera, knowing Mac was watching.
“You got it backwards. You’re going to war with me,” Robert spoke. “You know where I’ll be.” Then the line went dead. He took a seat on Mac’s bed, pulling his beanie off, before laying down and staring at the ceiling. His eyes shifted to the painting on the wall.
The beach.
He is going back to his house on the beach.
He sat up, seeing that Kovac had helped himself to the orange juice. He rolled his eyes at the other man.
“I know where he’s headed,” he stated as he stood up and exited the room. “He’s going home.” They strode toward the front door, and Kovac exited and shutting the door behind him. He stayed behind, hidden in the room next to the front door. He knew someone that Mac cared about was in the apartment and could hear their footsteps as they cautiously moved through the apartment.
Bingo.
He watched as a teenager came to the door and looked out of the peephole, checking if the men still there.
Wrong move, kid.
The young man opened the door and was about to make his escape when Kovac walked in front of him, and Dave moved to stand behind him, gun pointed to the back of the teenager’s head.
“Hey, kid,” he greeted as the young man froze. “Back up.” The teenager did as instructed and pressed his back to the wall. He trained the gun on the teen as Kovac closed the door.
“Who are you?” he gruffly questioned. The young man stayed silent, frozen in fear. “I’ll ask again, who the fuck are you?” The teenager swallowed and opened his mouth to speak.
“M – M -Miles,” he managed to stutter out.
“Miles, what are you doing in this apartment?”
“I – I – I – uh – I was painting Mr. McCall’s – uh- kitchen.”
“Oh? Are you friends with Mr. McCall?” Dave asked in a mocking tone. “Answer me!” Miles nodded, terrified.
“Ye – Yeah. I guess so.”
“In that case, you are going to have to come with us,” he stated, roughly grabbing the back of Miles’ sweater and shoved him out of the apartment, Kovac leading the way to the car. He tucked his gun away once they set foot outside and strode to the car.
“Get in the trunk,” Kovac spoke as he opened the rear of the car. Miles looked at Dave and then Kovac, hesitating.
“Get in the fucking car, kid. Before I make you,” he spat out, hand twitching to pull out his gun and force the teen inside. Miles held his arms up and complied. Once inside, Dave and Kovac tied Miles’ hand and feet together and taped his mouth shut, ensuring that he could not move or cry for help. He stared down at the boy before closing the trunk. “You can thank Mr. McCall for this.”
This kid is going to be our insurance.
Mac is too soft to let us kill him.
He cares too much.
They slid into the car, and he sent a message to Resnik.
Dave: Meet us at the beach house where Robert and Vivienne used to live.
Resnik: On our way.
They drove through the night until they reached the seaside town, seeing a police SUV beside the roadway.
“What do we have here?” Kovac asked as they approached the small shack by the road. They pulled up and stopped as an officer flagged them down, holding his hand up. Dave rolled down the window as the officer stepped towards their car.
“I need you to turn around. Town’s been evacuated,” he shouted over the loud gusts of wind. He held up his gun and fired two shots, killing the officer before continuing into the deserted town.
At least there will not be any other people to get rid of.
Dave rolled his window as they drove through, and he studied the buildings, trying to calculate where McCall would be.
Probably his old house, but that would be too predictable.
Too easy.
“Where are you?” Dave spoke out as they kept driving, passing buildings and cars, wind and rain whipping against their vehicle. “Slow down.” Dave looked out the window as they passed a building.
“That was his wife’s bakery,” he stated, pointing to it, before pointing forward. “Go.”
Where the fuck are you, Mac?
Come out, you fucking coward.
They drew closer to the edge of town, right by the sea, and Dave saw a spot for them to stop at.
“Pull over here,” he instructed, and Kovac turned the wheel to stop the car, Ari and Resnik following their lead. As they pulled off the road, he took out the ultrasound photo, as well as a picture of you that he had hidden in his pocket, and longingly gazed down.
I will come back, he vowed, bringing the photo of you to his lips. Before exiting the vehicles, each of the men strapped their gear on, donning bullet-proof vests, serrated steel knives strapped to their legs, 9mm Glock handguns, grenades, both stun and fragment, and finally their AR-15 rifles, all with extended magazines packed with high-velocity rounds. They were armed to the teeth with all that weaponry that you would think they were going to war. In a way, they were. Against Mac. Against their former friend.
“Clear the alley. Mac’s house is back there,” he yelled as they split off into two teams and began to survey the land and structures. Resnik and Dave walked down the road, Resnik taking point, as Ari and Kovac checked a house. He heard them breach the door and throw a stun grenade inside, a BANG piercing through the gusts of wind.
“Making entry, yellow house,” Kovac spoke into the radio. A moment later, Dave heard him speak into the walkie again. “All clear. Coming out.”
They kept moving along the dirt road, coming up on more houses.
Where the fuck are you hiding, Mac?
Resnik and Dave paused at the corner, and Resnik motioned towards a tower.
“Taking high ground,” he said, going around Resnik, through the fence, toward the tower. He arrived at the door and walked up, throwing his weight against the door. It flew open with a thud, and birds flew out, causing him to move and let them out. He ducked inside and began to climb the stairs, two at a time, before reaching the top. He spotted the door that led to the rooftop and scaled the ladder, flinging the metal cover open. He dropped his backpack onto the ground by the opening, climbed up, pulled the bipod down for his rifle, and settled himself into the prone position. He looked through the scope, keeping an eye on the boys, as he caught a figure in the corner of his eye running by them.
“I got movement, 12 o’clock,” Dave spoke into the walkie, alerting the team to Mac’s presence. Kovac turned and fired off two shots, missing McCall as he hit behind a shed. “Kovac, move in.” The man followed his order and pursued Mac.
“Ari, what’s your sitrep?” He asked.
“Locking down, south side,” Ari replied as he knelt by the fence. He continued to watch through his scope as Kovac disappeared around the side of a building.
“Making entry, north side,” the man said into the mic before they heard another BANG of a stun grenade. A moment later, they heard gunfire and then silence.
“Kovac. Kovac!” Ari yelled into the radio as he saw the point of a harpoon break through the wall. “Kovac, come back!”
“Shots fired! Shots fired! I’m going in. Going in,” Resnik shouted as he stood up and approached the building Kovac had entered.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
“York, you got eyes on him?” Ari asked.
“I see him,” he answered, watching Resnik through the scope.
“Making entry, north side,” Resnik stated as he followed the path Kovac took. Dave watched as Ari stood up and moved positions to cover Resnik. “Kovac’s down. He’s gone.”
“Say again,” he asked, unable to hear Resnik over the slapping of the wind.
“Kovac. He’s down. He’s fucked,” came his teammate's reply.
Fuck!
“Push towards the ocean,” he commanded. “Repeat, push towards the ocean.” He kept an eye on the two remaining men as they split up, walking down the alleyways between houses. With each passing moment, his irritation grew, especially when he spotted Mac’s silhouette run past a house.
“Ari. Resnik! Somebody talk to me,” he demanded over the radio.
“Ari’s down! Ari’s down!” He heard Resnik yell into the coms. “And Mac made a fucking mess of him!”
Fuck!
He is picking us off one by fucking one.
His anger turned into rage. He was not going to let Mac take them down.
“There are pictures of Susan everywhere,” Resnik continued, panic beginning to take hold. He could tell that the man was starting to grow frantic, especially seeing the photos of Susan. “He’s picking us apart, man! I need fucking eyes!”
Mac is playing a fucking mind game with us.
Son of a bitch.
He is getting to Resnik
He watched as Resnik made his way out into the open, and he shifted his position to get a better visual of the last remaining man on the ground. A transformer on a pole exploded in front of him, and he lost sight of Resnik, unable to see through the smoke.
“Goddammit!” he cursed.
Fuck you, Mac.
Fuck you.
“I’m on the southwest corner of the yellow building,” he heard Resnik state. “I got a blood trail. Looks like he’s headed across the main drag.”
“Rear of the bakery!” He yelled out as he stood up and changed positions.
He’s fucking using his dead wife’s bakery.
Sick fuck.
“Copy that.” He watched as Resnik sprinted across the street towards the bakery, checking his corners carefully.
“Move inside, Resnik. Move inside.” A storm of bullets unexpectedly hailed down around Dave, and he ducked, hearing the shots ricochet against the tower railings. The gunfire stopped, and Dave poked his head up in time to see an explosion rip through the bakery and McCall’s figure run across the street. He trained his sights on the man and fired but missed and instead shattered the truck’s mirror beside him.
Shit
He tracked Mac’s movements and fired again just as the man ducked behind a building.
“Resnik, do you copy?” Silence greeted him. “Resnik! Come back!” He spotted Resnik’s mangled body on the ground, torn open from the blast.
“Fuck!” Dave knew he had to face Mac alone now.
“Just me and you, Dave. Nobody’s left,” Robert taunted through the radio, probably taken off one of the fallen men.
“Not exactly,” he spat back as he stood up and surveyed his surroundings. “Remember what you taught me. Always have a contingency plan.” He was becoming restless from the cat and mouse game the other man was playing. He was toying with him. As if Dave was nothing but a child.
“Come on, Mac. Show yourself,” he demanded. He crouched against the railing, using it to steady his weapon. He aimed at the car he had arrived in and fired off a bullet, hitting the hood. “I don’t know who the kid is or if he means anything to you. I took the chance that he matters.” He stared down the scope, keeping his one eye trained on the vehicle, the other keeping an eye out for Mac.
“I’ll make it simple. Step out, show yourself, and I won’t kill the kid.” He squeezed the trigger, this time hitting the side of the car. He let out a sadistic laugh. “The wind makes it interesting!”
Now it’s my fucking turn to toy with you, Mac.
My turn to take what matters to you.
“Side mirror,” he called out, as if it were a game, letting another bullet loose, the mirror shattering from the impact. “Two more. Third one goes to the middle of the trunk.” He paused as he picked his next target.
“Taillight,” he called. Another round fired, this one missing slightly. “I was a hair off on that one. I might have hit the kid.” He looked around the area, trying to spot Mac, but no luck.
Son of a bitch!
Just show yourself, you asshole!
“All right! Time’s up, Mac!” He aimed at the trunk, but as he pulled the trigger, a gunshot sounded, and the car sank; a tire popped, which made him miss, shattering the back window instead.
Fuck!
“Nice move, Mac. But it’s not gonna make any difference!” He got up and began to sweep the town, using his sight to find his intended target.
“Where are you, you son of a bitch?” Suddenly a strong gust of wind took him off his feet, flinging him back, losing the grip on his rifle, and the back of his head hit the railing. He fell and grabbed his head in pain.
Fuck!
He turned over and looked at the sea below him, waves slapping loudly against the rocks.
“Fuck you, Mac!” Fury coursed through Dave as he stood, picking up his rifle, looking through the lens, growing frantic with each passing second. “Fuck you! You couldn’t save your wife! You couldn’t save Susan! And you’re not gonna save this fucking kid!” He attempted to provoke Mac with his words, trying to get his elusive adversary to show himself.
I will fucking kill you, motherfucker!
I will kill you!
“Is that in your playbook? Is that in your fucking playbook?!” he angrily shouted as he continued to sweep the area. “Show yourself!”
Out of nowhere, the barrel of his rifle was grabbed, and an elbow collided with his face, knocking him to the ground.
There he fucking is.
He tasted copper in his mouth, and spat the blood out, and grabbed the knife from his hip. He lunged at McCall, swiping at him, the man easily dodging his advances. He swung up at his former partner’s face, and Mac ducked down, carefully avoiding the knife. Mac landed a punch to his face and knocked him off balance. Dave lunged again, and the other man effortlessly caught his arm, using Dave’s weight against him, and skillfully flipped him onto his back. Dave landed with a thud but rapidly recovered, swiping at Mac’s leg with the blade, finally landing a solid strike. Blood flew out of McCall’s leg, and Dave proceeded to punch him in the face.
That’s right motherfucker!
Fuck you!
Dave went to jab Robert’s side, but this time the man caught his wrist, grabbing the knife out of his hand, using it to slash at his palm. He let out a scream of pain as Mac discarded the blade, and Dave used that chance to grab the other man by the shoulders and kick his stomach. Mac retaliated by picking him up and throwing him, both men losing their balance and falling to the ground. Their training allowed them to regain their footing swiftly, and they resumed their attacks on one another. Dave was growing tired from the fight, breaths coming out labored, energy slowly dwindling, but his thirst for vengeance motivated him. As Mac kicked his knees and shins, pushing him up against the railing, Dave thought of what was waiting for him at home.
She is waiting for me to come back.
Our baby is waiting for me.
I have a promise to keep, goddammit!
Fucking fight back!
With that thought, Dave managed to push himself away from the railing and grab Mac’s head, pushing the man down as he moved his foot upwards into his ribs. However, Robert caught him in a grapple and launched them both to the ground once more, but this time Dave recovered faster. He punched Mac in the kneecap and speedily moved to get behind him, pulling the man into a tight chokehold. He began to squeeze the other men’s throat, cutting off his air supply. Dave applied more and more pressure as he tightened his arms around Mac’s neck.
Just a little more!
Just a little more!
I have to beat him!
I am going to beat him!
Dave felt Mac’s hand frantically reaching for his face, and he moved as much as he could from his current position. The technique to immobilize his opponent was an effective one, but it also limited his ability to maneuver his head away from prying fingers. Mac dug his fingers into Dave’s left eye without warning, pulling it out of the socket, effectively gouging him. Dave wailed in agony and released his hold. Mac slammed his elbow into Dave’s face and knocked him back, taking the opportunity to grab the discarded knife a few feet away. Dave was disoriented from Mac’s last attack but pressed on, despite his injury, fury fueling his wrath.
I will kill him!
I will fucking kill him!
He tried to punch Robert, but his arm was caught, and he felt a slash across his chest. Mac continued his assault, slashing and hacking at Dave’s body, a slice here, a slice there until he fell to his knees in defeat. The man used that moment to drive the knife into Dave’s torso, penetrating his chest cavity with little to no difficulty. Dave looked up at his opponent in surprise.
No.
I can’t lose.
Not like this.
Fuck, not like this.
Mac stared down triumphantly at his former comrade, completely emotionless, before sinking the blade into the back of the beaten man’s neck and moved it to the side. Blood spattered out, painting the ground around them, and he hunched forward, struggling to breathe, unable to move.
I.
Have.
To.
Fucking.
Get.
Up!
He thought as he gasped and felt Mac’s foot on his shoulder. His body fell from the tower, landing on the rocks with a hard thud. His leg was contorted into an unnatural position, the bone protruding from the side. Whatever breath he had lingering in his lungs escaped him, and his head throbbed, his ears ringing from the hard impact. Suddenly he found himself floating, peering down at his torn and mangled body that laid bloodied and broken.
He looked up at the dimly lit sky, feeling the cold waves crash over him, numbing the pain that ebbed out from the numerous wounds littered across his damaged figure. As the waves drew out his ragged and battered form to sea, he saw your smiling face, and his heart completely shattered.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
I'm not going to make it home, and I won't be able to keep my promise.
Please forgive me, sweetheart.
I love you. I love you both so so much...
Those were Dave's final thoughts as the light gave way to darkness, and the image of you faded away.
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[vlive 210522] Seri’s Seritonin 🥝🐱
9pm kst
italics = english; seri answering questions!
the vlive starts with seri logging on and waving
she’s playing new rules in the background and staying quiet for the first two minutes
“moa! how are you all?”
she smiles and reads through the comments
she reads a few out loud and sees a few comments asking her to say i love you in different languages, to which she complies to
she turns off her music first and fixes herself in her chair
“bet you guys are wondering why i’m live today, huh? we’ll get to that in a bit. for now, let’s answer questions”
she looks through the comments carefully until she reads one out loud
Seriiiiiii! 5 Beomgyus or 5-year-old Beomgyu?
she laughs at this
“maybe a five year old bammie. he always makes a big deal of being older than me by a few months, so it would be good pay back”
she then pulls out her phone and scrolls through it before turning it towards the screen. it was a picture of beomgyu as a kid
“see this? he sent this to our groupchat the other day. tiny gyu is cute”
how are youuuuuu?
she claps her hands together and smiles at the live
“i’m doing great, thank you! i’ve been practicing harder, and i feel pretty good”
she scrolls through the comments again and takes a sip of her drink. she lightly mixes her drink around and places it back down
“you guys should try peach tea. it’s a godsend. oh, what’s this?”
shall we go on a date?
“you didn’t turn up at our last date”
she pouted a little and laughed
“i waited at the rooftop for a while, but you didn’t show up! but i guess we can go again because you’re moa”
she shifts a little and shakes her head amusedly at her own words
“do i sound like gyu?”
Hi Seri! I have a couple questions 😊 What has been your favorite era music wise and style wise? What hair style/color do you want to try? What's your current favorite song? What are you looking forward to most?
her eyes widened a little before she looks up trying to come up with answers to the series of questions
“oh, wow, i guess you could say i really liked our songs from the minisode album, but my favorite title track is run away for sure. actually, i take that back. i like the songs on dream chapter magic the most! in terms of style... dream chapter magic as well! i really like new rules’ styling especially”
a small smile makes its way to her face as she’s about to answer the last question from that comment
“right now, i’m really looking forward to our new album, and i hope you’ll like it as well! so far, the tracks are amazing!”
any plans for a comeback with the royals?
“i don’t know” she laughs and looks off camera “what do you think?”
yoonmi’s giggle can be heard while seri just laughed
“you exposed me! anyway, we’ll see when the three of us get an opportunity again” “you guys heard yoonmi”
seri takes the live and points it to the side, revealing the magenta-haired girl peacefully sitting in the dance studio near her while working on something on her laptop
“yoonmi is working on school stuff even if she just released a song yesterday” “responsibilities”
Seri baby are you aware that Seri sounds like berry? Therefore you are now berry Seri or Seri Berry 🤔
“oh, that’s cute! seri berry... i love it! i’m a berry now! i can replace strawberries, i don’t like strawberries”
she wrinkled her nose at the thought of the red berries as the sound of a chair moving came up. seri looked off camera and waved to, supposedly, yoonmi
“yoonmi has a meeting right now, so she’s off. anyway, back to our live”
Hiya Seri how are you liking the new building? What do you think has changed the most about you since you became an idol? And out of the members who do you think has changed most since you debuted?
“the new building is actually the best thing ever, i swear! there’s a lot of space, and the facilities are all high quality! honestly, i’m the only txt member who doesn’t get lost, so it’s pretty funny when the others have to ask for my help to walk around”
she then pressed her lips into a tight line while thinking about her next answer
“since becoming an idol... i think i became more confident. the others tell me this a lot. they say every comeback my stage presence gets better, and i look more comfortable? i also became a better dancer for sure. not the best yet, but i’m working on it. also maybe kai? first of all, he’s gotten way taller now. second, he’s been more mature. yes, he’s still our baby, but he handles things a lot more maturely now. sometimes he acts like he’s older than me as well”
hi bestieeeeeee! what do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t an idol?
“hey, bestie! musical theatre for sure!”
seri immediately perked up at this. she jumped back in her seat a little with the biggest grin while remembering her experiences
“i loved it back in school! honestly, my parents were pretty supportive about my involvement in theatre and my little brother kinda brags to his friends that his sister goes on stages to perform. it’s kinda cute”
would you consider acting? or maybe starring in a musical?
“oh for sure if i were given the chance!”
you dance amazingly! your artist of the month video with studio choom was absolutely perfect!!!!
“oh my god”
she covered her face and groaned before pulling out her phone and looking for the video on youtube. before pressing play, she looked back to the camera
“thank you, but i’m a little embarrassed about this. i wore red lipstick on stage for the first time after debut, and i showed a side of me that’s pretty different…”
she pressed play and watched the video, cringing at herself. it took a whole 20 seconds before she gave up and hid her phone behind her
“nope. nevermind, i can’t watch that. thank you, i’m glad you enjoyed it”
thoughts on the people you’re being shipped with? 👀
she burst into laughter upon reading this
“ah, yes. shipping. i see you guys on stan twitter with your little edits and headcanons and aus! honestly, it’s amusing. apparently most of you ship me with gyu and seungmin? and a few other people, too?”
she was quiet for a while like thinking about who moas shipped her with. she shook her head with and began talking again
“gyu... well, bammie’s my best friend, and i love him a lot. it’s been us from the very beginning, so i like to think we’ll be as close as ever until the end”
“seungmin is the bane of my existence”
she laughed at this before waving her hand
“kidding! he’s actually really nice, and i love hanging out with him, it just so happens our friendship is based on bickering. we do support each other though. seungmin, if you see this, you did well on love poem”
she then lit up as if just remembering something
“some of you guys ship me with chaeryoung! interesting considering you all see me as ryujin’s sibling, but please, i’m not worthy of the queen herself. i love chae with all my heart honestly she’s such a sweet child”
her phone buzzed and she glanced at it a little bit before turning back to the live
“perfect timing because hyunsuk just messaged me and some special ship mentions are hyunsuk and jeno oppa. i think it’s because i hang out with hyunsuk’s little siblings a lot. but jeno oppa? we just met earlier this year, it’s a little funny how apparently a lot of people ship us when we haven’t really shown our friendship much”
she typed something one her phone before chuckling and shutting it off once again. she looked through the comments until she found the topic she was looking for
What’s up with you and Dino? 👀👀👀
“ah, this. this brings me to the reason i went live. recently, you guys have seen me and dino oppa hanging out, right? well, we’re not dating. i wanted it to be a surprise, but he’s helping me with something for my birthday, and i agreed to do something with him for their youtube as well”
her phone rang, and she laughed before picking it up and putting it on speaker
“hello? you’re on speaker” “seri-yah! how dare you deny our relationship?” “oh? you’re watching?” “look up, stupid. i’m standing by the door”
she looked off camera and laughed
“yah! oppa, what are you doing here?” “miya told me you were gonna talk about the scandal, so i thought why not come early?”
dino appears next to seri in a mask and a hat. he nudged seri over to the side so they could both be centered on screen, making her raise her eyebrow at him
“meet my new dance partner” dino points towards seri whose eyes widen as soon as he said that
“they don’t know yet!” “you said we were working on two things together!” “but they didn’t know one of them is dance!” “might as well tell them so we can clear up this rumor before i get attacked by moas”
she sighed at him
“i’d get attacked by carats. anyway, fine. dino oppa’s helping me with a song, and he’s making me dance with him for a video. you can look forward to this in july”
dino adjusted his hat and leaned forward a little
“no need to panic, we’re not in a romantic relationship. she’s too tall for me”
“... you’re literally taller than me though?” “not by that much. if you wear heels, we’d be the same height, and i don’t think i’m up for that”
she playfully rolled her eyes
“looks like i’ve discussed what needed to be cleared up now. i’m single. single.” “yes, they get the point” “oh, would you just go already?”
she was pretending to push him away while he laughed at her failed attempts. he moved off camera but stays in the room
“no way, we’ve got to work the choreography out today”
“this is gonna be a while,” she muttered before smiling at the live once again “well, time for me to go. i’ve got a lot of work to do to be on par with a member of seventeen’s performance team”
dino’s groaning could be heard from the side
“this again?”
she laughed
“bye moa! hopefully that cleared things up, and hopefully you enjoyed this little tmi session”
-end-
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The Fall
Chapter Fifteen of Well, This is Awkward
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Rating: 18+, NSFW
Word Count: 6k+
Summary: The long-awaited showdown!!!
Warnings: Language, graphic descriptions of violence and blood, ANGST, so much angst, smut, major character death?🤐
A/N: It's finally here!!! This may be my best work yet...Better get those tissues ready....And please don’t come for me after this chapter.
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You could not stop staring at the ring adorning your finger, ogling its beauty as the light caught it, making it sparkle. You were engaged. To Dave. He had proposed to you. He had actually proposed to you. He had promised to spend the rest of his life with you. It was not a dream. This was reality. A reality that you greeted joyously.
Wow.
You never thought that this would ever happen. You doubted for a while that he would ever take that step with you.
After all, he has been married once before, and look how that turned out.
Granted, she did cheat on him, but either way.
You were fearful that he would get bored with you, just like he did with Carol. You were still concerned, but the ring that rested on your finger, and the little life growing inside of you that he helped create, allowed you to push your distress to the side. For the time being, at least.
Now you only had to stress about Dave’s confrontation with McCall. You knew that he was headed to McCall’s residence that evening, and you had great confidence that he would take care of the job. Dave was more than capable of handling the situation, but you also knew nothing about McCall or his skill. Dave had told you that McCall had been their team leader, which meant he had was just as skilled as Dave, if not maybe more if he was their previous team leader. You shook all doubts out of your head.
Dave will take care of it and come back home.
To the girls.
To me.
To our baby.
You absentmindedly began to stroke your belly, lost in your dreams. You had not popped yet, but after you stood in front of the mirror for almost an hour earlier that day, you could see the slight bump protruding. You walked over to the window and gazed at the sunset, thinking about the future and the possibilities it held. You thought about possibly asking Dave about turning the guest room into a nursery when he got back. You wanted to get lost in decorating the room and preparing it for the arrival of your little one. You wanted to laugh at Dave as you watched him balance on a ladder, throwing beautiful colors up on the ceiling while you stood there and watched, belly full and round.
Maybe we could paint it yellow or green; I don’t want to paint it the generic blue or pink once we find out the baby’s sex.
However, a little boy would be nice
You had always wanted to have a son, and you suspected that Dave wanted the same. Since he already had two daughters, you wanted to expand your family and throw a son into the mix. You wanted the girls to have a little brother, though you were sure they would be just as excited if it were a little sister they would be gaining. Your thoughts wandered to how you would tell Molly and Alice about the baby.
Would they be excited?
Would they be happy about the prospect of a new sibling?
Your mind then drifted to the prospect of telling them the news of your engagement to their father. How would they react to finding out you and Dave were going to get married? Especially when it's so soon after he had divorced Carol? They had already referred to you as their mom and spent more time with you than they did with Carol. You had a feeling that they would be overjoyed at the news, though Carol was an entirely different matter. Dave had divorced her not too long ago, and she had been none too happy about that, even though she had moved in with Adrian and was living her own life.
You knew that she frequently went on trips with her lover, leaving the girls with you or their grandparents whenever she saw fit. But the idea of telling her about the inevitable marriage made you shiver. You would guess that the news of your engagement to Dave would anger her. You knew she had been civil to you for the sake of the girls, at least in front of them, but behind her fake persona, you could feel her disdain for you. In her mind, even though she was the one at fault and broke her marriage apart, you were the one who stole her husband away. The one that walked into their lives and turned it all upside down.
Well, Carol, you cannot have your cake and eat it too.
You checked your phone, hoping for a text from Dave or even a call, but saw nothing. You let out a sigh as you laid on the bed, pulling his pillow to your body, and clung onto it as if it were him. You inhaled his scent, his aroma filled your nose, and it helped to calm your pounding heart. After the proposal, he had taken you to bed, promising multiple times that he would return as he drove himself into you over and over again.
—FLASHBACK—
“I promise.” The moment the words escaped his lips, you flung yourself at him, tackling him to the ground with a kiss. You wanted him. All of him. Now.
“Take me to bed, Dave,” you whispered against his lips. He replied with a kiss as he flipped the two of you over, hovering above you. You felt his hand crawl up your side as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your lips before dipping in. Your tongues battled for dominance as he slipped his hand under your shirt, gliding up until it cupped your breast. You sucked in a breath as he ground himself against you, feeling his hardened length through his pants. A pool of wetness rushed down, and you felt it leak out, soaking your underwear.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding yourself against him in earnest, and he groaned at the action. He squeezed your side, and you bucked up against him, seeking out more friction. He slid his hand from your side to cup your ass, pulling you up against him, as he moved to his knees and then his feet, lifting the two of you from the floor. He walked toward the bed, and you felt the softness meet your back as he dropped you onto the plush comforter. You gazed at him through your lashes, lust-blown eyes meeting his, as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and began to slide it off of his shoulders. You felt warmth spread through your body at the sight. No matter how many times you saw him like this, it never failed to turn you on like an animal in heat.
He tugged the piece of cloth off his body, then pulled the other shirt under it over his head, tossing it to the side. You licked your lips as he undid his pants and pushed them down, revealing his rigid cock to your hungry eyes. You beckoned him with your finger, and he smirked, proudly waltzing over to you as you got on all fours on the bed. You eagerly reached for his cock and wrapped a fist around it, pumping him slowly, and watched as he threw his head back with a moan. You leaned forward and licked a stripe up from the base to the tip, engulfing the head with a suck. Dave shoved himself deep into your mouth, and you felt him hit the back of your throat, making you gag a little.
You took it in stride and began to bob your head up and down on his length, using your tongue to swirl around it. He balled your hair atop your head, using it as a grip to keep your head in place, fucking your mouth harder. Tears threatened to spill, and you struggled to breathe through your nose between his thrusts, but you held firm, relaxing your throat to take him down easier. He fucked your face hard and fast, constantly hitting the back of your throat. He wrapped his free hand around your throat and groaned out, feeling his dick glide in and out. He was growing close to his release when he stopped and pulled you off him, gently tugging on your hair to bring you up for a kiss.
You needed to feel his skin on yours, so you shed your shirt over and unclasped your bra hastily as he worked to rid you of your pants. Once you were as naked as he was, you drew him by the shoulders onto the bed, pulling him over you. He caught his weight on both arms, not wanting to crush you, as he cupped your face and kissed you tenderly.
“I love you,” he softly spoke as he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. Your heart loudly pounded in your chest. He started peppering kisses over your nose, then on each cheek, then down your neck. He sucked a few marks onto your neck and lapped at each one lovingly as you moaned at the contact. He continued his way down, kissing each breast, taking a nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. He then moved to the other one, making sure to give each breast the same amount of attention. You arched your back into his mouth, feeling the heat and wetness over each peak, and let out a gasp as he blew on each nipple before resuming his descent. Once he reached your mound, he could see that you were dripping onto the bed, and his cock twitched at the sight. He wanted to claim you hard and fast but refrained, wanting to make sweet love to you instead. You wiggled your hips in anticipation, growing impatient, as he flicked his tongue over his lips before finally licking a tantalizing slow line across your opening.
“Please,” you whined out when he repeated the action, another slow lick up your entrance before he finally wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. Your hips bucked at their own accord, more slick running out of you, as he quickly slipped two fingers into your warmth, curling them upwards. Your eyes crossed as he pumped his fingers in and out of you and sucked on your clit harder, your moans increasing in volume. You grabbed his head, pushing it down slightly, as he added a third finger and picked up his pace. You were in heaven. The feel of his fingers inside of you, as he began to alternate between gently nipping and sucking on your clit, was starting to overwhelm you.
You wriggled your hips against his mouth as he continued his assault, seeking out more pleasure. He released your clit with a little pop and switched things up, using his thumb to draw small circles over your clit as he plunged his tongue into your cunt. The sensation sent a flood of pleasure through you, and you tugged on his hair, exhaling a wanton moan. He sped up his ministrations, wanting to hear more of your noises as he kept up the onslaught with his tongue and thumb. He added more pressure to your clit, curling his tongue in just the right way inside of you, and you let out an ear-piercing shriek. Head rearing back, thighs clamped around his head, electricity coursed through your body as your climax washed over you. Dave continued to lap up your sweet nectar, not wanting to waste a single drop, as you rode out your high. Once you settled down, he unlatched his lips from your pussy and looked up at you with a grin.
“Think I could just give this up, sweetheart?” he teased, running a finger through your juices as he rose to capture your lips with his. “I promise I’ll come back, even if it’s just for this fucking perfect pussy.” You rolled your eyes at his words.
“Sure, not for the baby or me, or even the girls, but for the sex,” you answered with fake annoyance. “To hell with getting married too.”
“Well, now that you mention it, I guess I can come back for all that too,” he answered, gripping his cock, teasing your entrance with the tip. You were torn between letting out a scoff at his sarcastic words or a moan at his actions when he pushed the head of his cock into you, drawing out a moan instead.
“If you don’t come back, I will find you and drag you back myself,” you groaned out, lifting your hips in an attempt to pull his body closer and cock deeper.
“I would never leave you or the girls,” he replied as he pulled back, not giving you what you desperately wanted. “Or our little one. Ever.”
“Good, because you promised,” you breathed out, wiggling your hips, causing the head of his cock to drag along your opening, just out of reach.
“I did, and I’ll say it again,” he breathed into your ear, gently biting it, before driving himself home with a single thrust. You let out a loud gasp as you felt his girth stretch you out, loving the fullness of it. “I promise.”
“Oh, Dave!” you exclaimed, feeling him pull out of you and slowly push back in. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby girl,” he groaned, burying his head in your neck. “I love you so much.” He drew back inch by inch and slowly sank into your core. He held your hip with one hand, bracing himself with the other, as he continued his leisurely pace. He loved the tightness of your walls wrapping around him. As he sheathed himself fully into you, he stilled, cock throbbing in your heat. Your whimpers of pleasure spurred him on as he unhurriedly pulled out of you and then plunged in with a harsh thrust. He never wanted the moment to end. He never wanted to leave the comfort and love that surrounded him.
“I will come back,” he murmured, grinding his hips into yours as he hit deep into your core. “I fucking promise.” You nodded and turned your head to catch his mouth in a kiss. He shifted, so he was braced on both his hands as he looked down at you, love and passion in his eyes. He moved the two of you into a seated position without breaking the both of you apart, a feat not easily done. His arms circled your back, keeping you close, as he stared deep into your eyes. Dave lifted you off his length slightly before bringing you down, hitting a different spot inside of you, eliciting a loud moan. He repeated the motion, driving himself deeper with each upward push, and then angled his hips, striking that magical spot. Your vision blurred, the pounding of your heart rang in your ears, and you saw stars. Your vision turned hot white as you gushed around him, throwing your head back in pleasure. You felt his grip on you tighten, and he let out a grunt as his cock throbbed and released his essence inside you, the tightening of your walls pushing him over the edge. If his seed had not already taken root, it surely would have with that.
“I will return,” he vowed, drawing your lips to his as he felt rope after rope of his cum paint your walls. You hummed against his mouth, and he shifted. He pulled out of you, your mixed fluids leaking when he released you and turned you over onto your hands and knees. “I will always come back to you.”
“I –,” Dave cut off your words as he sank into you with a hard snap of his hips, taking you off guard. He had just finished, yet he was still rock hard, body craving more of you. He set a brutal pace, relentlessly drilling his stiffness into you. You gripped the comforter, meeting his hips with yours, as he pounded you from behind. As much as you enjoyed the tender lovemaking you had shared, you also loved when he let his primal nature take over and ravage you unforgivingly. He pushed your head down, cheek resting against the bed, as he slanted your hips up and began to rail harder into your leaking center. Your hold on the bed tightened, feeling him bring you closer and closer to your third orgasm. The sounds of your bodies meeting, the slap of his balls against your clit, your moans and his groans, the sloshing of your wetness around his cock, filled the room, echoing against the walls.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunted out, feeling his balls tighten as he grew closer to the precipice. “I fucking – *thrust* -promise - *thrust* -that I will -*thrust* - come back and -*thrust* - fucking marry you.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the endless pleasure he was giving you. His words further fueled your desire and need, his continuous onslaught to your pussy overwhelming you.
“Ugh – D – D – Dave,” you cried out as he circled his hips, quickening his pace.
“I promise -*thrust* -I will fucking -*thrust* -put -*thrust* - another baby -*thrust* - into this - *thrust* - perfect cunt.” At his declaration, he sank into your soaked core one final time, pulling you up against his chest, and gripped your breast, emptying the last of his cum into you, some of it dribbling out and down your legs. His climax triggered your earth-shattering orgasm, and you let out a wail, hand grasping his, As your legs shook uncontrollably. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded you, and you collapsed onto the bed with a huff.
“I – I – fuck,” you heaved out, struggling to formulate words, your mind in a haze. “I fucking love you.” Dave let out a chuckle, tossing himself onto the bed next to you, and pulled you to his side, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.
“I love you too, sweetheart. And I promise you; I will return,” he vowed. “No matter what.”
—END FLASHBACK—
When he left later that evening, the two of you embraced, and he had reluctantly said goodbye to you, stroking your hair reassuringly.
“No matter what it takes, I will always come back. To you, to our baby, and the girls. To our family. I promise. And I never break a promise. Especially not this one,” he said, and you had insisted that he tuck the second set of ultrasound photos into his jacket pocket as a reminder of that promise. When he broke your embrace, he leaned down to kiss you, pouring so much love and passion into it, as if it would be the last one you two would share. He walked to the car, where Kovac patiently waited when he turned and shouted out that he loved you before climbing in. You stood there and watched them pull away, waving and blowing him a final kiss as he halfheartedly smiled at you. As the car drove out of sight, the perturbed feeling you had about the situation returned, forming a large knot in the pit of your stomach, and you tried to shake the worries away.
Dave will come back.
I know he will.
He has to.
He promised.
And he said he never breaks a promise.
He cannot break this one.
He won’t.
I know he won’t.
Dave glanced down at his phone and saw a message from Resnik.
This better be about Brian.
Opening the message, he clutched the phone in his hand, squeezing it hard.
Resnik: Brian got away. It looks like he knew we were coming.
“Fuck!” he cursed as he sped to McCall’s apartment. They pulled up outside of McCall’s apartment building and got out of the car. It was raining, so he tucked his gun into the sleeve of his jacket before exiting, while Kovac had a pizza delivery bag with empty pizza boxes in it, his weapon resting inside. He heard dogs barking as they walked through the courtyard, Kovac on one side, Dave on the other. They approached the door, and Kovac drew his gun while he opened it.
This ends tonight.
They walked up the stairs quietly, steps barely echoing in the hallway. He began to pick the lock to Mac’s apartment as Kovac stood watch, making sure nobody was in sight. He could hear a voice inside the apartment, but it did not sound like Robert. Once he successfully unlocked the door, he drew his gun, suppressor screwed on, and cautiously stepped in. They made their way through the apartment, studying each room for any sign of Mac. He walked into the bedroom and approached the bathroom, pulling the door open, finger on the trigger, ready to shoot.
Nothing.
“Clear,” Kovac spoke to him, and he nodded. No sign of McCall anywhere. He turned his head and eyed the bookshelf, lined with an assortment of books. He never took Mac as one to read some of these books.
However, I would not put it past him to have something hidden behind this.
He ran his hand over each book and reached behind them, trying to feel for a button or switch.
Nothing.
Fuck.
He glanced down at the floor by the mirror, seeing if anything indicated that it could open. Flashlight in hand, he examined the wood and the seams and then shined the light onto the reflective glass.
Looks like a two-way mirror.
Dave breathed onto it, his warm breath fogging up the glass before he began to draw a sad face then cross it out. He held his gun up, ready to shoot it, when his phone rang. With the weapon still held up, he pulled out his phone and brought it to his ear.
“How you doing, Dave? You know who it is.” he heard Mac’s voice through the earpiece. “Since you’re in my house, water my plants for me, will you? I’m not gonna be back for a while.”
You piece of shit motherfucker.
Thinking he can taunt me like this.
I will fucking show him.
He stood up and lowered the gun. It was evident that the man was not there but was watching them. He turned around and spotted the smoke detector in the corner, knowing Mac placed a camera inside.
“It’s a mistake to go to war with us, McCall,” he threatened through the phone as he gazed at the camera, knowing Mac was watching.
“You got it backwards. You’re going to war with me,” Robert spoke. “You know where I’ll be.” Then the line went dead. He took a seat on Mac’s bed, pulling his beanie off, before laying down and staring at the ceiling. His eyes shifted to the painting on the wall.
The beach.
He is going back to his house on the beach.
He sat up, seeing that Kovac had helped himself to the orange juice. He rolled his eyes at the other man.
“I know where he’s headed,” he stated as he stood up and exited the room. “He’s going home.” They strode toward the front door, and Kovac exited and shutting the door behind him. He stayed behind, hidden in the room next to the front door. He knew someone that Mac cared about was in the apartment and could hear their footsteps as they cautiously moved through the apartment.
Bingo.
He watched as a teenager came to the door and looked out of the peephole, checking if the men still there.
Wrong move, kid.
The young man opened the door and was about to make his escape when Kovac walked in front of him, and Dave moved to stand behind him, gun pointed to the back of the teenager’s head.
“Hey, kid,” he greeted as the young man froze. “Back up.” The teenager did as instructed and pressed his back to the wall. He trained the gun on the teen as Kovac closed the door.
“Who are you?” he gruffly questioned. The young man stayed silent, frozen in fear. “I’ll ask again, who the fuck are you?” The teenager swallowed and opened his mouth to speak.
“M – M -Miles,” he managed to stutter out.
“Miles, what are you doing in this apartment?”
“I – I – I – uh – I was painting Mr. McCall’s – uh- kitchen.”
“Oh? Are you friends with Mr. McCall?” Dave asked in a mocking tone. “Answer me!” Miles nodded, terrified.
“Ye – Yeah. I guess so.”
“In that case, you are going to have to come with us,” he stated, roughly grabbing the back of Miles’ sweater and shoved him out of the apartment, Kovac leading the way to the car. He tucked his gun away once they set foot outside and strode to the car.
“Get in the trunk,” Kovac spoke as he opened the rear of the car. Miles looked at Dave and then Kovac, hesitating.
“Get in the fucking car, kid. Before I make you,” he spat out, hand twitching to pull out his gun and force the teen inside. Miles held his arms up and complied. Once inside, Dave and Kovac tied Miles’ hand and feet together and taped his mouth shut, ensuring that he could not move or cry for help. He stared down at the boy before closing the trunk. “You can thank Mr. McCall for this.”
This kid is going to be our insurance.
Mac is too soft to let us kill him.
He cares too much.
They slid into the car, and he sent a message to Resnik.
Dave: Meet us at the beach house where Robert and Vivienne used to live.
Resnik: On our way.
They drove through the night until they reached the seaside town, seeing a police SUV beside the roadway.
“What do we have here?” Kovac asked as they approached the small shack by the road. They pulled up and stopped as an officer flagged them down, holding his hand up. Dave rolled down the window as the officer stepped towards their car.
“I need you to turn around. Town’s been evacuated,” he shouted over the loud gusts of wind. He held up his gun and fired two shots, killing the officer before continuing into the deserted town.
At least there will not be any other people to get rid of.
Dave rolled his window as they drove through, and he studied the buildings, trying to calculate where McCall would be.
Probably his old house, but that would be too predictable.
Too easy.
“Where are you?” Dave spoke out as they kept driving, passing buildings and cars, wind and rain whipping against their vehicle. “Slow down.” Dave looked out the window as they passed a building.
“That was his wife’s bakery,” he stated, pointing to it, before pointing forward. “Go.”
Where the fuck are you, Mac?
Come out, you fucking coward.
They drew closer to the edge of town, right by the sea, and Dave saw a spot for them to stop at.
“Pull over here,” he instructed, and Kovac turned the wheel to stop the car, Ari and Resnik following their lead. As they pulled off the road, he took out the ultrasound photo, as well as a picture of you that he had hidden in his pocket, and longingly gazed down.
I will come back, he vowed, bringing the photo of you to his lips. Before exiting the vehicles, each of the men strapped their gear on, donning bullet-proof vests, serrated steel knives strapped to their legs, 9mm Glock handguns, grenades, both stun and fragment, and finally their AR-15 rifles, all with extended magazines packed with high-velocity rounds. They were armed to the teeth with all that weaponry that you would think they were going to war. In a way, they were. Against Mac. Against their former friend.
“Clear the alley. Mac’s house is back there,” he yelled as they split off into two teams and began to survey the land and structures. Resnik and Dave walked down the road, Resnik taking point, as Ari and Kovac checked a house. He heard them breach the door and throw a stun grenade inside, a BANG piercing through the gusts of wind.
“Making entry, yellow house,” Kovac spoke into the radio. A moment later, Dave heard him speak into the walkie again. “All clear. Coming out.”
They kept moving along the dirt road, coming up on more houses.
Where the fuck are you hiding, Mac?
Resnik and Dave paused at the corner, and Resnik motioned towards a tower.
“Taking high ground,” he said, going around Resnik, through the fence, toward the tower. He arrived at the door and walked up, throwing his weight against the door. It flew open with a thud, and birds flew out, causing him to move and let them out. He ducked inside and began to climb the stairs, two at a time, before reaching the top. He spotted the door that led to the rooftop and scaled the ladder, flinging the metal cover open. He dropped his backpack onto the ground by the opening, climbed up, pulled the bipod down for his rifle, and settled himself into the prone position. He looked through the scope, keeping an eye on the boys, as he caught a figure in the corner of his eye running by them.
“I got movement, 12 o’clock,” Dave spoke into the walkie, alerting the team to Mac’s presence. Kovac turned and fired off two shots, missing McCall as he hit behind a shed. “Kovac, move in.” The man followed his order and pursued Mac.
“Ari, what’s your sitrep?” He asked.
“Locking down, south side,” Ari replied as he knelt by the fence. He continued to watch through his scope as Kovac disappeared around the side of a building.
“Making entry, north side,” the man said into the mic before they heard another BANG of a stun grenade. A moment later, they heard gunfire and then silence.
“Kovac. Kovac!” Ari yelled into the radio as he saw the point of a harpoon break through the wall. “Kovac, come back!”
“Shots fired! Shots fired! I’m going in. Going in,” Resnik shouted as he stood up and approached the building Kovac had entered.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck!
“York, you got eyes on him?” Ari asked.
“I see him,” he answered, watching Resnik through the scope.
“Making entry, north side,” Resnik stated as he followed the path Kovac took. Dave watched as Ari stood up and moved positions to cover Resnik. “Kovac’s down. He’s gone.”
“Say again,” he asked, unable to hear Resnik over the slapping of the wind.
“Kovac. He’s down. He’s fucked,” came his teammate's reply.
Fuck!
“Push towards the ocean,” he commanded. “Repeat, push towards the ocean.” He kept an eye on the two remaining men as they split up, walking down the alleyways between houses. With each passing moment, his irritation grew, especially when he spotted Mac’s silhouette run past a house.
“Ari. Resnik! Somebody talk to me,” he demanded over the radio.
“Ari’s down! Ari’s down!” He heard Resnik yell into the coms. “And Mac made a fucking mess of him!”
Fuck!
He is picking us off one by fucking one.
His anger turned into rage. He was not going to let Mac take them down.
“There are pictures of Susan everywhere,” Resnik continued, panic beginning to take hold. He could tell that the man was starting to grow frantic, especially seeing the photos of Susan. “He’s picking us apart, man! I need fucking eyes!”
Mac is playing a fucking mind game with us.
Son of a bitch.
He is getting to Resnik
He watched as Resnik made his way out into the open, and he shifted his position to get a better visual of the last remaining man on the ground. A transformer on a pole exploded in front of him, and he lost sight of Resnik, unable to see through the smoke.
“Goddammit!” he cursed.
Fuck you, Mac.
Fuck you.
“I’m on the southwest corner of the yellow building,” he heard Resnik state. “I got a blood trail. Looks like he’s headed across the main drag.”
“Rear of the bakery!” He yelled out as he stood up and changed positions.
He’s fucking using his dead wife’s bakery.
Sick fuck.
“Copy that.” He watched as Resnik sprinted across the street towards the bakery, checking his corners carefully.
“Move inside, Resnik. Move inside.” A storm of bullets unexpectedly hailed down around Dave, and he ducked, hearing the shots ricochet against the tower railings. The gunfire stopped, and Dave poked his head up in time to see an explosion rip through the bakery and McCall’s figure run across the street. He trained his sights on the man and fired but missed and instead shattered the truck’s mirror beside him.
Shit
He tracked Mac’s movements and fired again just as the man ducked behind a building.
“Resnik, do you copy?” Silence greeted him. “Resnik! Come back!” He spotted Resnik’s mangled body on the ground, torn open from the blast.
“Fuck!” Dave knew he had to face Mac alone now.
“Just me and you, Dave. Nobody’s left,” Robert taunted through the radio, probably taken off one of the fallen men.
“Not exactly,” he spat back as he stood up and surveyed his surroundings. “Remember what you taught me. Always have a contingency plan.” He was becoming restless from the cat and mouse game the other man was playing. He was toying with him. As if Dave was nothing but a child.
“Come on, Mac. Show yourself,” he demanded. He crouched against the railing, using it to steady his weapon. He aimed at the car he had arrived in and fired off a bullet, hitting the hood. “I don’t know who the kid is or if he means anything to you. I took the chance that he matters.” He stared down the scope, keeping his one eye trained on the vehicle, the other keeping an eye out for Mac.
“I’ll make it simple. Step out, show yourself, and I won’t kill the kid.” He squeezed the trigger, this time hitting the side of the car. He let out a sadistic laugh. “The wind makes it interesting!”
Now it’s my fucking turn to toy with you, Mac.
My turn to take what matters to you.
“Side mirror,” he called out, as if it were a game, letting another bullet loose, the mirror shattering from the impact. “Two more. Third one goes to the middle of the trunk.” He paused as he picked his next target.
“Taillight,” he called. Another round fired, this one missing slightly. “I was a hair off on that one. I might have hit the kid.” He looked around the area, trying to spot Mac, but no luck.
Son of a bitch!
Just show yourself, you asshole!
“All right! Time’s up, Mac!” He aimed at the trunk, but as he pulled the trigger, a gunshot sounded, and the car sank; a tire popped, which made him miss, shattering the back window instead.
Fuck!
“Nice move, Mac. But it’s not gonna make any difference!” He got up and began to sweep the town, using his sight to find his intended target.
“Where are you, you son of a bitch?” Suddenly a strong gust of wind took him off his feet, flinging him back, losing the grip on his rifle, and the back of his head hit the railing. He fell and grabbed his head in pain.
Fuck!
He turned over and looked at the sea below him, waves slapping loudly against the rocks.
“Fuck you, Mac!” Fury coursed through Dave as he stood, picking up his rifle, looking through the lens, growing frantic with each passing second. “Fuck you! You couldn’t save your wife! You couldn’t save Susan! And you’re not gonna save this fucking kid!” He attempted to provoke Mac with his words, trying to get his elusive adversary to show himself.
I will fucking kill you, motherfucker!
I will kill you!
“Is that in your playbook? Is that in your fucking playbook?!” he angrily shouted as he continued to sweep the area. “Show yourself!”
Out of nowhere, the barrel of his rifle was grabbed, and an elbow collided with his face, knocking him to the ground.
There he fucking is.
He tasted copper in his mouth, and spat the blood out, and grabbed the knife from his hip. He lunged at McCall, swiping at him, the man easily dodging his advances. He swung up at his former partner’s face, and Mac ducked down, carefully avoiding the knife. Mac landed a punch to his face and knocked him off balance. Dave lunged again, and the other man effortlessly caught his arm, using Dave’s weight against him, and skillfully flipped him onto his back. Dave landed with a thud but rapidly recovered, swiping at Mac’s leg with the blade, finally landing a solid strike. Blood flew out of McCall’s leg, and Dave proceeded to punch him in the face.
That’s right motherfucker!
Fuck you!
Dave went to jab Robert’s side, but this time the man caught his wrist, grabbing the knife out of his hand, using it to slash at his palm. He let out a scream of pain as Mac discarded the blade, and Dave used that chance to grab the other man by the shoulders and kick his stomach. Mac retaliated by picking him up and throwing him, both men losing their balance and falling to the ground. Their training allowed them to regain their footing swiftly, and they resumed their attacks on one another. Dave was growing tired from the fight, breaths coming out labored, energy slowly dwindling, but his thirst for vengeance motivated him. As Mac kicked his knees and shins, pushing him up against the railing, Dave thought of what was waiting for him at home.
She is waiting for me to come back.
Our baby is waiting for me.
I have a promise to keep, goddammit!
Fucking fight back!
With that thought, Dave managed to push himself away from the railing and grab Mac’s head, pushing the man down as he moved his foot upwards into his ribs. However, Robert caught him in a grapple and launched them both to the ground once more, but this time Dave recovered faster. He punched Mac in the kneecap and speedily moved to get behind him, pulling the man into a tight chokehold. He began to squeeze the other men’s throat, cutting off his air supply. Dave applied more and more pressure as he tightened his arms around Mac’s neck.
Just a little more!
Just a little more!
I have to beat him!
I am going to beat him!
Dave felt Mac’s hand frantically reaching for his face, and he moved as much as he could from his current position. The technique to immobilize his opponent was an effective one, but it also limited his ability to maneuver his head away from prying fingers. Mac dug his fingers into Dave’s left eye without warning, pulling it out of the socket, effectively gouging him. Dave wailed in agony and released his hold. Mac slammed his elbow into Dave’s face and knocked him back, taking the opportunity to grab the discarded knife a few feet away. Dave was disoriented from Mac’s last attack but pressed on, despite his injury, fury fueling his wrath.
I will kill him!
I will fucking kill him!
He tried to punch Robert, but his arm was caught, and he felt a slash across his chest. Mac continued his assault, slashing and hacking at Dave’s body, a slice here, a slice there until he fell to his knees in defeat. The man used that moment to drive the knife into Dave’s torso, penetrating his chest cavity with little to no difficulty. Dave looked up at his opponent in surprise.
No.
I can’t lose.
Not like this.
Fuck, not like this.
Mac stared down triumphantly at his former comrade, completely emotionless, before sinking the blade into the back of the beaten man’s neck and moved it to the side. Blood spattered out, painting the ground around them, and he hunched forward, struggling to breathe, unable to move.
I.
Have.
To.
Fucking.
Get.
Up!
He thought as he gasped and felt Mac’s foot on his shoulder. His body fell from the tower, landing on the rocks with a hard thud. His leg was contorted into an unnatural position, the bone protruding from the side. Whatever breath he had lingering in his lungs escaped him, and his head throbbed, his ears ringing from the hard impact. Suddenly he found himself floating, peering down at his torn and mangled body that laid bloodied and broken.
He looked up at the dimly lit sky, feeling the cold waves crash over him, numbing the pain that ebbed out from the numerous wounds littered across his damaged figure. As the waves drew out his ragged and battered form to sea, he saw your smiling face, and his heart completely shattered.
I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
I'm not going to make it home, and I won't be able to keep my promise.
Please forgive me, sweetheart.
I love you. I love you both so so much...
Those were Dave's final thoughts as the light gave way to darkness, and the image of you faded away.
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I hihi I am!!! A little nervous w/ doing this bc I've never done this b4 so please bear🐻 w// me💦 May I request a match up? A vision, a romantic partner and maybe a friend and/or enemy? If that's too much feel free to just assign me a vision + partner, ehe/// Preferably male for a romantic match-up, but either gender is fine with a friend and enemy match-up^^ I tried to be as detailed as possible but I think I ended up just ranting, so im v v sorry if it's long! I sort of fluctuate when it comes to being an introvert/extroverted. W// strangers and irl, I'm very introverted and shy!! Rarely speak and if I do it's just the usual "Hi how are you? That's good. I'm good too, thank you for asking:)" yeayea I'm not too. Keen on social interaction irl. But I always do my best to be very nice!! I never wanna come off as mean bc wow what a bad first impression that would be. But with friends / ppl ik online?? Whew I am very very friendly n chatty ^^ Either very high energy or very chill, there's rarely any inbetween. Sometimes I like to jokingly tease my friends but I'd never go too far / make them uncomfortable!! And if I do I always apologize right away!! I like to say that I'm affectionate?? My strongest love language is def physical affection, if not quality time. Idk man there's just something about vibing with someone or hugging them that just aaaaa/// Although I usually display affection w// words of affection bc. Literally most of my friends are online friends so I can't actually hug them, sad times. Idk if this is needed/important info but I just remembered: I'm 5'6 around??? Need glasses bc. Whew i am blind (near sighted), I'm poc (specifically black) anndd, hm. Actually I think thats it for this section, aha. As you can see I'm, not really all that organized. Also I don't have the best attention span - while writing this I'm circling between 4 different apps - and I'm a bit of a mess. And also a little stupid. Just a smidge dumb. But I have my moments - I solved like. 2 puzzles in Inazuma by myself so I think that counts for something. I also find that I tend to talk a whole lot when I have an idea or smthn to say abt a thing I'm super interested in!! That's info-dumping. I info dump. Yes. I also really like to listen to other people talk abt things they like!!!! Its so nice :) I'm protective over people I care about!! I've never done it but 100% would bark at someone who messed with someone close to be. Arf arf yaknow. I tend to he impulsive. I'll do something, and be all "YEAH>:D" and then regret it later. And then I'll do it all over again in a fun little cycle :) I consider myself an optimist, but quickly turn into a pessimist whenever it concerns myself. Fun funfun. Should probably mention that I am. A very insecure person w/ dangerously low self esteem, which is super fun esp when you mix that with the fact that I'm rarely ever motivated to improve. Yayayay Also sort of a pushover?? Like most often than not I'll be convinced to do something, even if I'm not too keen on doing it. Also afraid of confrontation when it comes to my friends and strangers (that is, if it's concerning me!! I'll order smthn for my friend but if I need to order for myself?? uhh stutter time aha). I'm also a mega simp ahah! Srsly though if I fall for someone/get infatuated with someone I. Will be so obvious abt it even though I try very hard not to be. Would gush over that person probably. I don't really like mean people tbh. Like yes I'll be nice and civil with them but!!! I cannot stand!!! Rude people!!! Esp when they're mean for no reason like sir??? maam??? homie??? chill pls ty<3 People who aren't necessarily mean, but moreso have bastard energy and are just really "hehe>:D" but playfully are p poggers tho!!! I think I get along with kids!! I have a little sister,, around like. Nine? And we get along really well!! I also try and match a kid's energy whenever I'm tasked with looking after them. I take pride in the fact that kids like me >:].... even if they sometimes scare me-- Ok, interest time!!
I like art!! Quite a bit!! Less of a realistic artist and more of a cartoonist!! Idk there's just something fun abt drawing cartoons, hehe. I also like self ships - I have quite a bit of them, actually ! Idk its comforting drawings your fictional crushes loving you idkidk. I like writing too! Both original stories, and one-shots or personal fics that are associated with already created media!! Writing character backstories and personalities and stuff is also fun too! I've even made my own fictional world with a full fledged backstory n everything! It's very fun to think about. I'm a day dreamer!!! Yea remember when I said I write stories? I day dream abt potential stories even more. Mmm daydream world so nice so warm so fun I read aswell!! Mostly fantasy books, or stories where animals are the protagonists. Think Warrior Cats. But my favorite book series has got to be Guardians of Ga'Hoole. Fantasy owl books, anyway! X Readers are also things I enjoy reading :) Again, s I m p Also gaming!!! Is something fun I do sometimes!!! Although it's usually Genshin Impact, or Wii Sports/Resort w// my little sister. Oh, also pokemon! I rlly like Primarina, Vaporeon, Sylveon and Vulpix/Ninetails! I absolutely adore sweet foods, and baking is smthn I'm def interested in! Don't like foods w// weird textures though, like beans or mashed potatoes. Also I. Love spice so much. Mmm love it when my mouth burns so bad. Don't have a favorite animal but I've had three cats in my lifetime (btw not important but my current cat is named Sylvester and. He's my baby boy) so I am. A very big cat fan. Probably not needed but I really like sword and claymore characters. Literally all of the characters I main are either sword or claymore users. Although I did get Diona, so I miiight start forcing myself to learn how to aimmm. I see that I tend to like people/characters that are a little more extroverted than me. Upbeat, happy type beat!!! Nice sunshine babies, :) I think thats it! I hope this was good enough? Again, first time doing this (at 2am nonetheless) so forgive me if I got too rambly or did anything wrong ^^ Thank you for taking the time out of your day to read this! And I hope your day is good / you had a good day, depending on when you read this, ehe!
Hey! Sorry if the wait has been long! I also love Warrior Cats (I promise myself, one day I'll finish it.)
You received... A Pyro vision! Optimistic, enthusiastic, impulsive, reckless, and a lot of energy are the general characteristics held by the Pyro vision. • I hesitated between the Pyro and Hydro vision, but your energy distinguishes you from the Hydro vision. • You said you were impulsive, always doing something you might regret later but still doing it. • You react quickly: as you said, if somebody hurt someone you love, you won't think twice before barking. Your partner would be... Xingqiu! “This feeling was unexpected.” • At first, you were just friends, and Xingqiu really loved to tease you. Actually, you both teased each other. But eventually, a feeling of love towards you grew into Xingqiu. And that was reciprocated. • Your relationship is filled with teases, jokes, and good/funny moments where you mostly share what you commonly appreciate. • He also knows when to get serious: for example, he does everything to support you during your moments of struggle concerning your self-esteem. Your friend would be... Childe! “Luckily, I'm here!” • You two also share funny moments, especially during situations where your “stupidity” is overtaken by his insight. • Sometimes, he finds you cute. • He likes the fact that you get along well with kids. It leads you to great moments with him and his siblings. • You're quite the opposite in terms of self-esteem. I think it's a good thing because it makes you complementary. Your enemy would be... Albedo! A misunderstanding. • You wouldn't hate each other, but I think Albedo wouldn't like the way you use your energy, and when you're more in a chill mood (meaning you're more available for him to talk), he could get pissed at how much times he'd have to repeat himself for you to understand something. • He's very patient, but he understood quickly that his interests would maybe not be within your reach. • You would just be too different. Worth to mention • You and Venti are like drama queens in Mondstadt. You are good friends. But you both know that you can't be more, as it would eventually both drag you down (because of similar problems). • Klee is also your best friend: both of you share decisions that you definitely will regret later. Or maybe not. • Hu tao and you are kinds of silently competing over who's the best tease, and she beats you. My goal is definitely not achieved. I hope I can catch up tomorrow. And don't worry, it was surprisingly good for a first description!
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30 Day Challenge:Day 3 Topic
LET´S TALK ABOUT FRIENDSHIP
I can see this is a quite interesting but a bit sensitive topic for me. I just needed a time off to clear my mind so I can be able to cogitate on this familiar topic for everyone.
Let´s go straight to some few facts about friendship? Where did this word even came from?
So I browsed in and found out that friendship is a word of Germanic origin has existed in the English language since its founding in Old English. Back then, ‘friend’ existed as ‘frond’ which was the present participle of the verb fron, ‘to love’. The root of the verb was ‘fr-’ which meant ‘to like, love, or be affectionate to’. We can still see the remnants of this verb every day of the week- Friday or ‘day of Frigg’ is devoted to the Germanic goddess of love Frigg.
Source: whitesmoke.com
So much for it´s root word, let´s do some more researching. Many famous people have shared their thoughts about what friendship is for them. Now, maybe we can get some friendspiration from them!
Helen Keller
"I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light."
J.K. Rowling
"It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends."
Abraham Lincoln
"Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?"
Eleanor Roosevelt
"Many people will walk in and out of your life, but only true friends will leave footprints in your heart"
Bob Marley
“The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for”
William Shakespeare
“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.”
Jennifer Lawrence
‘‘No matter how tired I am, I get dinner at least once a week with my girlfriends. Or have a sleepover. Otherwise my life is just all work.”
Marilyn Monroe
“Experts on romance say for a happy marriage there has to be more than a passionate love. For a lasting union, they insist, there must be a genuine liking for each other. Which, in my book, is a good definition for friendship.”
Drew Barrymore
“What’s helped me is having really good friends I know I can rely on. Cameron Diaz is one of the greatest friends anyone can ever have. She has so much love to give.”
Selena Gomez
“Every single problem I ever have is healable by Taylor Swift. If I ever I have an issue, Taylor has gone through it – she gives the most thought-out answers. And what I love about Taylor is that she does believe in the whole love story and Prince Charming and soul mates. Because of her, I haven’t lost faith.”
Emma Watson
“My two best girlfriends are from secondary school. I don’t have to explain anything to them. I don’t have to apologise for anything. They know.”
Jennifer Aniston
“We come from homes far from perfect, so you end up almost parent and sibling to your friends – your own chosen family. There’s nothing like a really loyal, dependable, good friend. Nothing.”
Oprah Winfrey
“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”
Ariana Grande
“The best part about having true friends is that you can go months without seeing them and they’ll still be there for you and act as if you’d never left!.”
Whew, they are really inspiring isn´t it? But lemme give you bits of how I view and value friendship. So I´d like to answer some of these challenging questions I have found and that maybe can help me dig in to what´s really coming to my mind about this topic. As you read along, you are free to answer on your own and find out? Well, this is a writing therapy for me. I thought it might be nice to put my thoughts into writing and share it with you ( Well, only if you are interested to do so) But yes, this is entirely my thoughts. Some of you might disagree about my answers and what I have been writing in this little writing space of mine, but I don´t really care! As I have said, this is my therapy. If you judge me based on my thoughts, it´s totally on you and if that amuses you, well IT WILL BE MY PLEASURE :)
QUESTIONS ABOUT FRIENDSHIP
Can you describe one of your closest friends.
It´s so hard to choose which one of them that I particularly should talk about. All of them are special to me in their unique ways. But let me describe you one of my bestfriends, whom I met when I was an aupair in the first town I lived in here in Denmark. It´s funny though because this friend of mine, came to me by fate and the first time we met, we just click, you know. Like she´s that angel from heaven, who´ve brought me and would bribed me with food to keep me from not ditching school, because for her, it would be boring without me, and that she’d prefer me than the other filipino ones at the school. She would just call me and say, “Hey, wake up and get dressed. We´re off to school,and ahh uh don´t even say a word because I am already here, parked outside your house waiting for you. And, I´ve brought us Dinuguan and Pancit for lunch! Hurry!”.. So hard to refuse right? Oh yes, she is that kind. There are no other negative feeling around her, around us everytime we were together. We got along well so fast even at the very first day we´ve met. Since then, we hang out a lot. Sometimes cutting classes and going off to the second hand shop in town together or hit the mall, or just eat out in our favorite eat all you can Asian Restaurant. It´s just pure and honest friendship. I could sense she feels the same way too. It was never hard to be myself when I am with her. You know that feeling where you can´t feel any insecurities at all and you don´t feel that you are judged whenever you are sharing sensitive moments with her. I could say that is one of those few and rare friendship I have that I truly treasure the most.
Do you have any childhood friendships that are still strong today? Tell us about them.
I have a childhood bestfriend, and we have shared plenty of childhood memories together. I have been born in a family with no sisters so she is like a sister to me. Back then, she was living with her family in a house just a few walks from our house. I always spend time with her at their place when my parents were not home from work and she would come for a sleepover at our house during some of the weekends.. During my trip home last 2017, we were able to spend time together for a week. And still it´s as if things between us haven´t changed at all. She is still that friend who turned into family, and we assured each other that we we´re still gonna have each other´s back no matter what. Up until now, we´re still able to catch up, though I could say only through online. We both think we´re okay with the LDR thing. Haha!
Do you have any long distance friends?
I have, in fact, so many of them! As I reside now in Denmark, so the only communication we have is the internet. The first one I talked about she lives in the UK and my childhood friend lives in the Philippines. Most of my other closest friends are residing in the Philippines, UK, US, Australia, Canada, Japan and a few ones in the Middle East.
Do you think it is a good idea to borrow money from a friend? Why or why not?
This is a quite sensitive topic for me. But I do have views regarding friends and money matters. You know, in my entire life, I have tried to avoid situations involving friendship and money. I just don´t. I mean, I cherish people so much, and to ruin a relationship and lose a cherished friend because of money issues is a bit awful for me. I’d rather NOT. Just NO. 🙏🏻
Do you make friends easily?
I can make friends easily. And I do have a loud mouth. I am so excited to meet new people and talk with random people on the street and just smile and say hi. For me, it´s a bit of heartwarming when people comes to you, say hi, talk to you and get excited to know you. So I often think people would also want that. But given the fact that many people are too reserved, I also know my boundaries. It´s only when I feel like people would also wanna chat. I mean, like saying hi to the old lady beside me in a bus full of busy people. It could be lonely to be old, I think. Not many people are interested in talking to them. A few old people I met and talked with, they were all excited and thrilled to talked with me about their day, about their lives and jobs before and what life meant for them. For me, they have seen a lot and experienced a lot from all those years living in this world. It´s just compelling to learn from them!
Has a friend ever let you down?
I have experienced it many times. But based from it, I always try my best to understand them and listen to them more. Humans as we are, we often make mistakes. And that includes letting a friend down. May it be a small or a big deal, but friends that are meant to last, are the friends, who still thinks of how to mend things up than to make things worst. So a friend´s apology and forgiveness is always the best ingredients to make things last.
If the trust was broken, and there is no way you can bring back what you both have had before. I just let go and pray for them. In life you will learn who you should trust and it´s always gonna be the ones who will still be there for you despite the odds. You will learn a lot by gaining and losing friends.
Have you made any friends over the Internet?
I do have a plenty of them, with a few true ones though. But I do treat them as rare jewels that have helped me with my sanity being away from my family. I find it peculiar at first, but I have developed such strong bonds online, to take note that we haven´t even met yet! How cool is that!? Knowing and learning from a person you never met, sharing various experiences, thoughts, opinions are quite an overwhelming experience. When you get to know someone online, whom you can confide feelings to especially the things you can never share with anyone from your family or friends personally, was such a great help for me. During my first few months in Denmark, I have suffered a lot from a breakup plus the difficult adjustment phase I was going through by then. Living in a foreign country was quite a challenge for me. Even though I have my cousins and some few friends, but it was not enough by then. Because at the end of a tiring day, alone in a room, it was nice and comforting to have some people online, listening to your rants and cheering you up and helping you get your mind off the negativity and mind bugging thoughts and worries. I could say they are the ones I´d like to keep and hoping I can personally meet some of them someday too!
How do you maintain a good friendship?
I always make time to let them know that I still think and care about them. And of course, to never ever forget each of their special occassions!
How many people do you consider your "best friends?"
4 bestfriends; One is a bestfriend from my childhood years, one bestfriend from highschool, another one from college, one bestfriend whom I met in Denmark. 4 online bestfriends, one of which I already met.
What is a best friend?
For me, a best friend is a special connection between 2 people, where there is mutual understanding of each other, where there is a bond of trust, openness, willingness to care and look out for one another, despite the distance and circumstances. Where two people feel there is no need pretending, where they can both be themselves when they are together and where two people thinks of each other as their own PERSON to run to, and be comfortable with.
What is the longest friendship that you have had?
My childhood friend; we have been friends since we were so little. So maybe that´s what you call a friend for a lifetime.
What qualities do you think are important in a friend?
When you don´t get judged by the person and when they don´t talk negative things behind you and without you knowing.
What things should friends never do?
For me, I don´t like to compare myself with my friends. They have their own skills, talents, and own beautiful and unique lives. So maybe that is what a friend should watch out for. Insecurity and jealousy are both destructive in so many ways. Just be happy for a friend´s success and achievements.
Do you think it is possible to have a best friend of the opposite sex without becoming a girlfriend or boyfriend?
Oh, I do have a lot of friends from the opposite sex. I do happen to have one really close to me, so from a certain time, we were calling ourselves bessies. But, it did not last long. We both have jealous partners by then, so to respect each others partners, we agreed to have boundaries and thus avoiding conflicts as much as possible.
I also often get cringey whenever a male friend of mine that´s close to me, then we´ve had our bond, and then he gets a girlfriend, and i often get jealous, but not that I have feelings for the guy, but as a female friend, I just get jealous and often felt bad about lack of attention from him afterwards. So I tend to not get too close with male friends because I know it will just turn me nuts! But I am improving myself to just be understanding and to wish all the best for them! It is the best thing I could maybe offer to a close male friend of mine if ever.
Do you think it would be possible for you still be friends with an ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend?
Of course, but only if all issues were resolved. So it´s totally okay and possible for me to still be friends with my exes. I mean, they were also a part of my life and we´ve shared some good memories together too! I am teaching myself not to be bitter with the past you know. It´s good not to hold grudge on anyone especially when they were once the people you cared most and loved you as well.
Do you believe your parents should be your friends?
My parents are my friends. And so as my brother. It´s been like that in my family. It always feel better when they are ones comforting you than anybody else.
What do you like best about your best friend(s)?
They are still there for me, even if they are far away, and if I see them again, it´s still gonna be the same, no insecurities, no pretendings and no negativity.
What are some ways your best friend has influenced your life in a positive way?
One of my bestfriend´s view about God inspired me the most. We have the same thoughts and often go late to sleep talking about a lot of stuff about life and religion. That means a lot to me.
What do you do when you have a misunderstanding with your friend?
If it was my fault, I often offer an apology. And if it´s the other way around, I always show that I can listen and try my best to understand their reason and forgive if necessary.
What type of people do you get along with best?
I don´t prefer any types actually. I just sync in with them. I think when people are meant to have a lasting impression on you, they just do. Because I think the universe conspires the people whom you will meet. Some will come and stay, some will just go and maybe leave something for you to learn. So for me, I just blend in when someone comes along and get on with the flow. I always follow the positivity flow. If i can sense a negative vibe, I tend to not fully entrust myself. Though I give many chances to people, for I always believe that sometimes the people I met and how they are, if they mean or like that negative, is because of what they have been going through in life. May it be a bad experience or a childhood trauma. We should always shed light to these people and give room for them to be understood.
What quality do you admire most in people and which one do you find the most objectionable?
If I happen to met someone who´s mind is just as beautiful as their face or personality, and then it´s just natural for us to have a good conversation in a way that´s not awkward and trying hard. Then it´s my type of person.. I don´t care if we have different views, I am bound to respect all of them. It´s just when a person knows how to choose the right words and right thoughts in that certain moment, then I am going to be rooting for that person.
Tbh, I don´t fancy people who praises themselves a lot and think that they are always right all the time. And also, even when in an argument, no matter how big or small the issue, it´s always the tone of voice that matters to me the most. How you say something affects what you say.
Is getting along with others a natural ability from birth or does it have to be learnt?
For me, getting along with others is a continuing learning process. I mean up to now, I am still learning and developing my skills every day because I love to keep people who are worth keeping. And I believe there is no such skill that one can be born with a natural talent for getting along with others. It must also first be taught at home. The family is the necessary factor to develop one´s values of friendship and we will just continue to learn more and hone it as we venture out into the big world.
How important is forgiveness in human relationships?
I have been taught that it is an essential thing for us to grow and be matured. Forgiving is accepting one´s offering of peace and understanding that he or she have made a mistake and is willing to make up for it. And so as asking for forgiveness. We often commit mistakes and hurt people, that´s how human we are. So it´s important to lower one´s pride and ask for forgiveness, no matter how hard it may be. Accepting one´s own mistakes is an act of maturity, and i can say it´s also not easy but it´s necessary for human´s social growth and behavioural adaptability in the society.
Do you tell your best friend everything?
It´s funny because each of my bestfriends have their own unique qualities; one is better at the whole education and knowledge thing, other one is good at the practical thing and wise things, the other one I can confide some sexual issues and other emotional things and one I can have a good conversation about God and life. So basically, I don´t tell everything to each one of them but I go to one where I need their expertise and where they can also relate from.
Where is a good place to meet a new boyfriend/girlfriend?
I don´t think there is such a good place to meet a new bf or gf. It will just come to you as if the universe worked on it so he or she will get to where you are and bump into you. You just need to be patient. And if there is no one, just be your own gf or bf. What´s important is you love yourself and happiness is from, within you. You can still be happy without someone. You just need to unleash that thought in your mind often.
So much for this friendship thing, I hope I don´t bore you too much. Well, write to me if ever you have other thoughts about what I wrote! Ciao!
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The New Trainee
Summary: Paige, Kate and all the other hunters show Felix how to kill monsters. Monster Hunting 101.
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: Some language
Note: OC Felix Miller belongs to @the-chaos-siblings (also requested by him)
“Okay so the monster you saw us killed. That was a Wendigo, they’re pretty much humans that resorted to cannibalism, and turned into monsters” Paige tells Felix.
After he witnessed a Wendigo, and saw how they killed it. Paige and Kate along with everyone that lives on the compound showed Felix how to hunt, and kill monsters.
“Humanoids that are tall and pale. A huge part of Native American mythology” Kate adds.
“So fire and silver bullets kill them?” he asks.
Both sisters nod, “Yep, they’re usually in groups, but they’re more likely to be by themselves” Paige tells him.
Her husband Kenneth, along with their hunters friends/family Adrian, Cody, Mark, Martin, Nate and their mother Mandy walk into the living room.
“That Wendigo was living by itself, but I’m sure there’s more lurking out there in the woods” he tells them.
“So what other monsters exist?” Felix asks, “Do vampires exist?! Werewolves? Demons?! The loch ness monster?!”.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes and maybe” Paige answers, “Unless it's freakin' Godzilla, it real!”.
There were some “animal” attacks in the wood areas of Hope County, Montana, and everyone including forest rangers have concluded them as either bear, or cougar attacks, but the local supernatural hunters say differently. Because after Wendigo’s attack they leave nothing behind, and the campsite had some blood evidence, but no bodies of campers. The site was “too clean” for the Cult to have kidnapped any innocent “sinners”.
“So I kinda know how to kill vampires” he tells them, but he has an unsure tone in his voice, “A wooden stake to the heart, holy water, sunlight and garlic”.
They all exchange looks, knowing that’s how you kill them in movies, and it's a huge misconception.
Kate awkwardly clears her throat, “Well umm, Felix, that’s actually a huge misconception. We all know in movies and tv shows. Killing vampires with a wooden stake or repelling them with garlic is actually false”.
He looks at her confused, “Then how do you kill them?”.
“Decapitation” Kenneth tells him, “You chop off its head, and that’s it”.
Kate takes a seat next to him, “So we’re gonna start off with vampires, and how to kill them, and how they originated”.
Paige clears her throat, giving him a lesson in Monster Hunting 101, “So as you may know, vampires live forever. Never age. Up until you give them a nice clean head cut. Vampires originate from the Alpha vampire, the very first of the kind. Progenitor of vamps. Killing them is easy, decapitation, but those bastards are fucking strong and fast. Sneaking little bastards”.
“You can “cure” a vampire” Cody tells him, “Dead man’s blood. The blood of a dead person. It sedates them”.
“It doesn’t really cure them, it just makes them weak, and causes them pain without actually killing them” Ken adds.
“Next!” Paige exclaims, “Demons! Corrupted human souls!. Twisted, perverted evil spirits! Ghosts with an ego!”.
“Abominations” Adrian mutters before taking a sip of his whiskey.
“There are many, different types of demons” Kate tells him, “There are the typical, everyday black eyed demons. Then there’s red eyed demons, white eyed demons, and yellow eyed demons. Princes of Hell, Knights of Hell. Crossroad demons. It’s all a goddamn hierarchy!!”.
“Basically demons are human souls that were sent to Hell for whatever reason, and were left in the fiery pit to be tortured until there is no humanity left in them” Mandy tells Felix, “Turning them into demons. Direct opposites of angels”.
“Killing them is very easy, depending on who and what type you’re dealing with. Holy water, salt and iron. Holy fire, hex bags and exorcism” Kenneth explains, “Are all all you need to deal with those bastards”.
“A Devil's trap” Nate tells him, “Is what you need to trap a demon. It imprisons, binds and overpowers them. Most demons are unable to cross a salt line, but it can be used to harm them”.
Felix is trying to process all this information, not even 10 minutes into “Monster Hunting 101” and he already feels confident on killing monsters.
"Okay I'm starting to feel confident in this!" he tells them, "Where do find these monsters?!?".
“You may feel confident now, but these evil sons of bitches? They’re the worst!” Adrian says, before taking another sip of his whiskey, and filling his glass up again, "They're everywhere! Any small town. Like Hope County for example". He takes another hit of the alcohol, drinking it like water.
“Hey, hey cowboy shit, easy on the whiskey” Paige tells him, "Drink water for once!". He gives her a mocking look before drinking again.
“Anyway! Werewolves are pretty simple to kill, silver bullets” Kate says loudly “Now ghosts are also very easy. They hate salt, and iron. If you want an evil ghost/spirit out of your house. You find the bones of the person, salt em and burn em”.
“Now if the person was cremated, you have to find something they love, something they held dearly to, and you destroy it” she adds.
“We’re just teaching you the basics on killing monsters because there’s a lot of information on this crap” Paige tells him.
“Okay so how did all of you get into this stuff??” Felix asks them, “How did you all discover these creatures??”.
All the hunters exchange looks, “It’s a very long story, but to summarize our story. Our family has been a part of this whole game for 5 generations” the eldest Winchester explains to him.
“My family’s been doing this for 3 generation” Cody explains to him, “I’ve been hunting monsters since I was 5 years old”.
“My family’s been loyal members of the Men of Letters” Martin tells him, “They do the same thing, track and hunt down monsters”.
“Well in your case it's British Men of Letters” Kate tells him.
“Pretty much all of us come from 3-5 generations of monster hunters” Mandy explains to him.
After getting to know everyone in the household, and now having the acknowledgement on hunting monsters. but Felix knows he’s gonna have to learn a lot from these people, and get used to the special weapons they use to kill these creatures. Learn how to speak, and read Latin and Enochian.
“Pretty much Halloween will be an everyday thing for you” Kenneth tells him, “Our lives are a horror movie”.
With that all said, Felix has one hell of a journey into this life ahead of him.
“Actually for great practice, we actually summoned a demon” Paige tells them, everyone looks over at her.
“You did what??” her husband asks her, “You summoned a demon?? When we have our toddler and infant kids in the house?!?”.
“Yeah but it’s fine. I have him trapped in the bunker. In the torture chamber” she tells them.
Kenneth was always strict when it came to summon monsters in the house for training, or for getting information.
They go down to the bunker, into the chamber where they keep monsters and interrogate them.
“Before I open the door Felix” Paige turns to him, “No, you can’t fuck it because its an evil entity”.
He gives her a bummed out expression, “Then what has all this training been about??”.
“Killing monsters” Kenneth answers. Patting his shoulder.
She opens the loud metal door, and they see a man tied to a chair, inside a devil’s trap.
He lifts his head, with a smug smile on his face. “Well hello there red” he says to Paige with a teasing and cocky tone in his voice.
“Shut up demon trash” she responds, throwing holy water in his face, making it burn.
He growls in pain and also in annoyance. “Stupid human!”.
“She said shut up!!” Kenneth orders him, throwing holy water in his face again.
Paige gets into the killing demons lesson. “Okay, so this thing on the floor is a devil’s trap. If the trap is broken, then this fucker right here will smite all of us”.
“I will boil your flesh!” the demon growls at her, his eyes going black.
“Anyway!” she says loudly, ignoring him and his threats, “There are many ways to torture demons. Like for example throwing holy water in their faces. It burns them, and they can’t cross a salt line”.
Kenneth goes to a table on the other side of the chamber, and brings over a variety of weapons, setting them down on a table next to his wife.
“Demons also hate iron. Like holy water it burns them” she continues.
Kenneth hands Felix a knife that can kill demons. A knife with a wooden handle, and a sharp blade. It looks like an ordinary hunting knife, but it can do great damage to demons.
The blade can’t kill all demons, it can’t kill Knights of Hell, and Princes of Hell. Like Abaddon, Alistair, Samhain and Lilith.
“Now what you’re holding is an Ancient Demon-Killing Knife of the Kurds” Kenneth tells Felix.
“Or, you can just call it a demon killing knife” Paige corrects him, taking less time on saying the name, "Or just simply a demon knife".
“Ohh I see. He’s the new trainee!” the demon mutters, “How cute!!”.
“Demons are cocky little bastards” Kate tells them, leaning against the chamber's doorway.
“Oh Katie how ya doing?!” he asks, eyes blackened “I heard about your little boy toy Johnny Seed getting possessed by Saleos”.
She scoffs, rolling her eyes “Yeah and what happened to Saleos afterwards?? He got casted out and sent back to Hell. He knew he fucked up when Lucifer punished his ass".
“So you all do this for a living??” Felix asks them, "Do you ever tell people about this sort of stuff??"
“Yep! And nope because people tend to freak out if they were to ever find out about this stuff” Paige answers, “And now we’re showing you how to kill evil sons of bitches”.
“So take the knife and stab douchebag” Ken tells him, “Stab him right in the chest, or stomach. Wherever you’d like”.
The demon starts to laugh, “He doesn’t have the guts to kill me!. He doesn’t-”. Getting cut off by Felix without hesitating, stabs the demon in his abdomen, doing a knife trick before stabbing him. Making the redish orange light come out of his eyes, mouth and the stab wound. They all look at him like proud parents.
“Well shit” Paige chuckles, with a smile on her face.
“I didn’t think you were gonna stab him” Ken tells him.
“I think he’s ready for a real hunt” Kate tells them.
#my writings#oc: paige winchester#oc: kate winchester#oc: kenneth smith#oc: mandy winchester#oc: adrian wray#oc: mark massie#oc: nate massie#oc: cody reynolds#oc: martin quinn#oc: felix miller#writers on tumblr
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it's all an act ~ Zach Herron (requested)
request: "Can you write a zach x reader fanfic where Zach likes the reader A LOT but doesn't tell her which makes Jack annoyed so he flirts with the reader to get Zach jealous and tell the reader. Tyyyyyyyy" by @mirainthedark05
words: 2.3K
approximate reading time: 15-20 mins
a/n: aye kiddos i gOt A rEquEsT. i'm so happy, i love writing for you guys. i hope this met your expectations, love. i tried really hard. (and please consider the fact that i wrote it at 1am and english is not my main language). i still have to get more into this request writing thing, it's not as easy as it seems! but i do be enjoying it lots so i can't wait to continue doing it!! anyway babes i hope you enjoyed this sweet little nothing i put together. let me know what you think and please send in requests if you have any ideas you'd like to see written!
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Jack's Perspective:
"Zach, you gotta tell her how you feel." I groan at my best friend who's laying on his bed, a frown still on his face from the previous complaint he made about how sad it is that (y/n)'s not his girlfriend.
"I can't," he sighs.
"What do you mean you can't?"
"I don't want to lose her, and if she doesn't feel the same way, that's what's gonna happen. I know it," Zach shrugs.
"I already told you that there's a really high chance that she does like you back."
"You can't know that."
"And what if I do?"
"You're just saying things, Jack," he looks up at me, his eyes showing me anger.
"Ugh, you're so infuriating sometimes, Herron." I throw my arms in the air. "Anyway, all I can say to you then is that you shouldn't be surprised if a guy comes in the picture and sweeps her off her feet and you can just watch it happen from the sideline."
I exit the room to escape his stubborn suffering and his sullen huffs follow me in the air as my mind is still racing about how childish he can act at times. I want to help him more than anything, I know how much he likes her and I want him to be happy.
I slump on the couch still deep in thought, trying to come up with an idea to get the truth out of Zach in a way (y/n) can hear it. And as my mind replays the previous conversation, a lightbulb feels to light up inside my head.
A guy comes in the picture and sweeps her off her feet.
Maybe I should make Zach jealous! I have to make him actually realise how easily he can lose any chance he has right now with her. I have to make him fight. Even if it's me he's fighting. I can only hope that he won't be too mad at me.
(y/n)'s Perspective:
"Wow, (y/n), you look absolutely breathtaking today!"
I hear Jack's voice as soon as I enter the boys' house. A blush immediately creeps up onto my cheeks as I mumble a quiet thank you his way.
From the corner of my eyes I can see Zach's head snapping up and when I turn my glance there for a moment I can swear I see him glaring at the other boy, but the next moment it's gone.
Oh what I'd give to hear a compliment like this from Zach, I think as I sit down on the only free space on the couch, between Jonah and Jack, trying not to disturb the videogame the eldest boy played.
As soon as I'm comfortable, Jack moves and easily slides closer to me. My eyes stay focused on the floor as his arm moves uo to rest on the back of the sofa. He's not touching me at all, but still it's like his arm is around my shoulder and it starts to make me nervous.
Does Jack like me?
I hope that's not the case. I like Jack, but only as friends. Though we've never really been that close, and maybe this is the reason. But I just don't want to hurt him if he decides to actually make a move.
He never acted like this before. What has gotten into him?
As I try not to look at anyone, Jack speaks up once more, breaking the silence.
"I wish I was your mirror, so that I could look at you every morning."
My breath hitches in my throat. Did I hear it correct? What is going on? Is this a prank?
"Uhm, thanks, I guess." I glance at him, a small smile making its way to my face as soon as I lock eyes with his shining brown ones that mirror nothing but honesty and some kind of brotherly love, a mixture I already got quite used to from the three oldest boys.
Since I made friends with the band, Jonah, Corbyn and Daniel always seemed to look at me like a newly found little sister (though there's really not much of an age difference between me and them), whilst Jack and I never seemed to totally break the ice yet. We were great friends, but I could still feel the distance between us.
And with Zach? Well, I like him since we first met, but most probably my feelings are not returned. At least that's what all my pointless trying resulted in. He never made a move and whenever I tried to give him a sign, it went unnoticed. Or purposefully ignored. But other than that, he's like my bestest friend, and that's more than I ever imagined to happen so as long as I still have him in my life, I decided that I can manage to put my actual feelings aside.
Now as I'm staring in Jack's eye and I can see that the ice has broken and him and I got to the 'sibling zone', I'm finally sure that he only says these lines to make me laugh, and suddenly I calm down and manage to answer properly. "You're not quite bad yourself," I reach up to playfully ruffle his noodle-like locks.
He chuckles at my action before moving his hand from the back of the couch to my shoulder, pulling me into his side.
I snuggle closer to him, finding a comfortable position on his shoulder for my head. I can feel him take a deep breath in as his shoulder raise in the motion and then his voice is back again.
"It’s said that nothing lasts forever. Will you be my nothing?"
It's my turn to giggle now before I look up at the side of his face. He shoots a quick glance at me before turning his joyful eyes back on something in front of us.
"Do you make these up or did you memorise them from a shitty pickup line listing website?" I ask.
"Oh, hey, don't think I'm not capable of saying things like these by myself," Jack turns his head down towards me with fake offence on his face.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry."
"And there's plenty more where that came from," he wiggles his eyebrow at me.
"I can't wait to hear them all."
I almost burst out laughing, and I can see the exact same thing in his eyes as well, but we manage to stay silent and turn our attention back to the tv screen, watching as Jonah still plays the game.
Jack's fingers mindlessly play with the hem of my t-shirt's sleeve and we're sitting in absolute peace right until a few moments later Zach jumps up from the armchair he was sitting on and storms out of the room.
"Where are you going?" I call out after him, wide eyes staring at the doorway he disappeared at.
"I need some fresh air," he shouts back and even in that short sentence I can hear his anger.
Though before I could ask him about it, the front door slams closed with a loud bang, making my body shake in surprise.
"What has gotten into him?" I look up at Jack only to feel even more confused a second later.
His eyes shine with excitement instead of the worry similar to mine I expected to see.
"What?" I ask in confusion.
When I get no reply, I turn around to look at Jonah, but it's pointless as he's still deeply concentrating on the game, not noticing the mundane things happening around him.
I look back at the curly haired boy before shaking my head. "I think I'll go check on him."
"Yeah, great idea!" Jack nods vigorously right away and I frown at him, still trying hard to understand what has gotten into him as well.
His smile and shining eyes don't halt for a single moment as he's watching me and in the end I simply shrug, moving to stand up and follow the youngest band member.
I find him only a couple seconds later, he's sitting on the stairs in front of the front door.
"Hey," I say as gently as I can manage.
Zach mumbles something in response, but it's absolutely incomprehensible.
"How are you?" I try to make him speak up, maybe even fill me in with the reason(s) behind his weird and sudden storming out.
"Do you like him?" He asks back immediately, confusing me even more.
"Who?" I frown at him in thought.
"Jack."
"Yeah, of course, he's pretty nice." I nod, still not understanding where he wants to go with this.
I can feel his body stiffen next to mine and glancing down I can see his fists so tightly squeezed that the knuckles are turning white.
"If my opinion even matters, I don't think you should get together with him." Zach speaks a minute later.
I almost choke on air as his words enter my mind.
"Why would I even want to get together with him?" I exclaim after managing to kinda pull myself together from the shock his question caused in me.
"You just said you like him." Zach finally turns his head towards me, a frown crossing his forehead.
"Yeah, as friends. Or as a brother. I thought you meant it like that."
"What? No," he shakes his head multiple times
"No?" I ask back, not understanding what he's trying to say with it. "He's like a brother to me, and I'm like a sister to him. What do you mean 'no' ?"
"But... you were flirting." Zach points towards the house above his shoulder.
"Yeah, as a joke." I say, still not really knowing where he wants to go with this.
"So you don't like like him?"
"No, I never did." I almost laugh out loud by the strange image his accusation generates in my mind before mumbling something else so quiet I don't think he can hear me. "I mean, I like someone else, how could I like him?"
"You like someone else?" He repeats and my cheeks immediately start growing red by the fact he heard it and now asks about it.
"Yeah," I mumble again.
"You never told me." Zach says in a playful, joyous tone, but I know him well enough to hear the tension in his voice. "I thought we were best friends."
"It never really came up." I shrug shyly. "So what's up with you? What made you storm out of the house?"
"No, no, wait. Who do you like?" Zach ruins my plan to divert the subject within a second.
I take a deep breath and look in his eyes. He seems nervous.
"It's you, dumbass, in case you haven't noticed." I manage to answer without my voice breaking and eyes moving away.
"Me?" He asks back, and all of a sudden his whole face starts shining as a huge grin spreads across his face, eyes open wide and glimmering with happiness.
I nod, my heart suddenly beating really loud and fast. "Why?" My voice is so high pitched by now it's like a mouse is speaking.
Zach bursts out laughing and grabs my hand before moving to stand on his knees in front of me, slowly calming himself down.
And just as he quietens, my heart feels like to be getting only louder and louder as it frantically beats. The world aroubd us seems to freeze and go absolutely silent as we're staring at each other.
"I like you too," Zach confesses and it's like the world stops spinning in this very moment. "Half the time I got too embarrassed to say anything about it. I was afraid you don't feel the same and that I'd only ruin our friendship."
"I like you ever since I met you."
"Good, me too."
We grin at each other and as the world's noise slowly starts to come back, we're gripping each other's hand in a comfortable silence, finally having said our feelings out loud.
"Finally, guys, I started to think I'd never see this happen." I suddenly hear a happy exclaim coming from above us, from the front door of the house.
I spin around to smirk at Jack whose wide smile seems to split his face in two.
"You planned this, didn't you? It was all an act." Zach says.
"No shit, Sherlock." Jack chuckles back at the younger boy.
We both stand up and walk up the stairs to be next to him, our fingers still interlaced, slowly swinging back at forth between us.
When we reach Jack, he immediately pulls his best friend into a hug. "I told you so," he whispers in his neck loud enough for me to hear it and I just shake my head, watching the two of them interact.
"I'm glad for you, guys." Jack says as they part and we make our way back inside the house.
"Why, what happened?" Jonah asks from the couch, still playing the video game.
"Zach finally confessed to (y/n)."
"No way! Really?" The eldest boy immediately pauses the game and jumps up, smiling at us wide. "We were all rooting for you two."
I shyly smile at him in response before I feel Zach gently tug at my arm.
"Let's go upstairs, I think we have a lot of things to talk about," he says and I nod, a giggle of disbelief escaping my mouth as I think about how I never expected this to happen when I came over to their house.
As we're making our way up the stairs, suddenly Jack's voice fills the air again as he exclaims to Jonah, making all three of us chuckle.
"I can't wait till Corbyn and Daniel gets home and I can tell them the news. I finally have a couple bets that I won!"
.::the end::.
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Remedy
Pairing - Jared x Reader
Tags - Slight angst, FLUFFFFFF, language, and I think that’s it.
Word Count - 2,664
Beta - @winecatsandpizza
Fic Aesthetic - Yours truly
The Song I Chose - Off My Mind by Radio Company
Written for - @saxxxology’s Vol 1 Writing Challenge
A/N - So, I couldn’t find much about Jared’s sister. I don’t think she’s married, but just so y’all know I made up Trent, Max, and Macee. Also, there may be a part 2 to this. It’s my first Jared fic, and I’m not sure I write him well. At any rate, I hope y’all enjoy it, and I especially hope you like this Saxxy. I really tried to make this good. :)
To say you’d become a failure to your parents was an understatement.
From the moment you dropped out of college to pursue your real dream, they’d cut all ties with you. Honestly, it didn’t come as a surprise considering all they seemed to care about was what they wanted you to succeed in. If it didn’t benefit them, then they weren’t interested.
Finally realizing their true intentions was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You packed what little belongings you had and left for Texas, leaving your home-town in Ohio behind in the rearview mirror. The beat-to-hell car you inherited lasted you until the outskirts of Dallas, so you decided to hole up in a hotel with the last bit of savings you had.
After checking in and grabbing some snacks from the vending machine in the lobby, you headed to your room and splayed out on the bed. You scrolled through local jobs as you munched on a Snickers bar. Nothing really jumped out at you, but this wasn’t a time in your life where it was rational to be picky. If you were going to pursue becoming a singer, then you needed some cash to get you started.
Nothing really piqued your interest around Dallas, so you decided to span your search further. After an hour of sifting through different job opportunities, you finally came across one that caught your eye.
Full-Time Nanny in Avery Ranch Start Date: Mid-January 2020 Children ages: 5 and 2 months Hours/Rate: M-F 7:30am-5pm - $18/hr Serious Inquiries Only: (512)586-2463
Other than singing, babysitting your sister’s kids was something else you thoroughly enjoyed. Her husband had cheated on her, and they divorced soon after so you became a constant in their lives. Not that you weren’t before, but since you were a full-time student at the time you often watched them during your off time.
Before you could talk yourself out of it, you called the number and waited. By the third ring, you were starting to get discouraged but then a woman’s cheerful voice answered.
“Hello?”
Talking on the phone was never a strong suit of yours. Especially not knowing who was on the other end, it always gave you anxiety. Taking a deep breath, you stammered out a response.
“Um, h-hi. My name’s Y/N and I saw your add about the Nanny position. I’d like to apply if it’s still available.”
You heard the woman clear her throat and some rustling before she came back on the line.
“Hi, Y/N! My name's Megan. Yes, the position is still available! Can you come over tomorrow at noon? My husband and I would like to meet over coffee to get to know you a bit better before we introduce you to the children.”
Well, you weren’t expecting that, but the desperate situation you were in won over the butterflies fluttering against your abdomen.
“Y-Yeah! I can do that!”
The warmth in the woman’s response was evident and it eased any doubts you had bouncing around in your head.
“Great! We’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N. I’ll text you the address and feel free to wear something comfortable. Lord knows with two kids I won't be wearing my best dress."
You bid her goodbye and sighed into your pillow. Despite uprooting your life merely a day ago, things were starting to come together, and for once, you couldn't be happier.
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Jared sighed as he walked through the airport. Another season of Supernatural wrapped and he was finally on his home turf again. The familiarity of the Texas air nipped his bare skin as he headed for the awaiting taxi. Tonight, he'd rest up and then tomorrow he'd go and see his siblings.
The ride to his studio apartment was short, but it allowed him to send a few texts and emails anyway. He tipped the cab driver generously and took the elevator up to his floor.
His apartment wasn't much, but it was enough for him. The entry area was small, bearing a hook on the wall to hang his keys, a closet for his coat and shoes, and a couple of light switches. Just off to the left was the living room. He had a black leather sectional and a nice entertainment center where he could watch the latest Cowboys game comfortably. The kitchen wasn't enormous, but he didn't need it to be. It had everything he needed and all the appliances were new enough. His bedroom was just the way he left it, his king-size bed unmade and his laundry in the basket by the bathroom door.
Jared tossed his suitcase on the bed and padded to the kitchen for a beer. He'd start laundry tomorrow. It wasn't like he had anyone to impress or anything. Ever since Supernatural gained its popularity, he'd shied away from serious relationships because he barely had time for himself let alone a significant other. Settling into the couch, he flipped through the channels before stopping on the movie Die Hard, one of his favorite Christmas movies. Before he knew it, he'd dozed off, his hard work and jet lag finally catching up to him.
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You groaned and shut off your alarm. How was it already 6 AM? Forcing yourself to emerge from your warm blanket cocoon, you padded to the bathroom praying a hot shower would wake you up. Mornings were far from your favorite thing, and if you were going to meet with your potential employer then you needed to be somewhat presentable.
Once you were dressed and had some sustenance, you wore a simple pair of jeans and a comfortable top. Your hair fell neatly at your shoulders and once you applied a small amount of makeup, you looked less like a zombie than you imagined. Remembering to grab your card key, you slid on your flats and headed to the address that Megan had texted you.
The drive was nearly three hours, but you didn't mind. It allowed you to decompress and listen to your favorite Spotify playlist. Luckily, the rental car you managed to get had Bluetooth, otherwise you'd have to deal with the local stations.
Finally, you pulled into the driveway and allowed yourself to take a few deep breaths. The house was pretty big, two-story with a two-car garage. The yard was well kept and you could see the faint outlines of playground equipment down the street. Overall, it looked to be a nice, quiet neighborhood.
Crisp air fanned your face as you walked to the front door. A couple knocks later you were face to face with a sweet-looking young woman. She smiled warmly at you before inviting you inside.
"Hi! You must be Y/N. It's so good to meet you."
Smiling back at her, you shook her hand and then noticed a taller figure walk up behind her. He nodded at you and wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist.
“I’m her husband, Trent. Please come in and make yourself comfortable.”
You followed them inside and gasped as they led you into what had to be their living room. Your eyes wandered and marveled at how cozy and elegant everything looked. Not that it mattered to you, but you couldn’t help but think this couple had a lot of money.
“You have a beautiful home, Mr. and Mrs. …”
It only just hit you that you didn’t know their last name. Megan brought you a cup of some wonderful smelling coffee and sat down on the love seat across from you.
“Stevenson. Our last name is Stevenson. Thank you for your kind words. We moved here a little over a year ago so I could be closer to my niece.”
You nodded and moaned happily at the taste of the coffee. This was one of the many things you enjoyed in life, a nice hot cup of coffee.
“Oh, does your family live close? That’s always nice, having family that lives close by. I used to watch my older sister’s kids all the time while she worked. They’re in school full-time now, so that’s why I decided to move here to hopefully pursue my dream.”
It amazed you that you felt this comfortable around the Stevenson’s so quickly. Normally, your anxiety would get the better of you and it’d be like pulling teeth to get you to share personal things about your life. Megan nodded and scooted over to allow room for Trent to sit by her.
“Yes, one of my older brother’s lives about fifteen minutes from here. He’s not home often though due to his job. He’s an actor and really only gets time off during the summer and the holidays. My other older brother lives about forty-five minutes from here. He’s an Orthopedic surgeon.”
“Wow.” You breathed. “That’s really awesome! I have always wanted to be a singer, but my love of kids made me want to wait a little longer to try and become successful at it. I probably would have had kids of my own by now if I was fortunate in the relationship department. I seem to always find the ones who are either already married or live in their Mom’s basement.” The three of you shared a laugh and you watched as Trent scrolled through his phone.
“This is our son, Max. He just turned five about a month ago, and in his lap is our two-month-old daughter Macee.”
You looked at them both in awe. “They’re beautiful! Max sure looks like he loves Macee a lot.” Just as you handed Trent his phone back, a small voice sounded from the foot of the stairs.
“Mommy? I can’t sweep…”
The three of you looked to see little Max standing with his teddy bear and rubbing his eyes. Megan opened her arms and set him on her lap, pressing her lips to his forehead.
“Hey, baby. You can sit with Mommy while we talk to miss Y/N.”
Your ears perked up at her words. Was she giving you the job? Both her and Trent shared a look and you could tell they were having a wordless conversation. Finally, Megan turned and gave you an excited smile.
“Y/N, if you’re up for it, Trent and I would love to have you as our Nanny. You seem very attentive and dependable. We have a spare room that you can stay in for the time being, and you’ll have your own bathroom.”
“Thank you both so much! I can’t wait to work with you and get to know your adorable children. When would you like me to start?”
Megan gave you a folder with a few papers in it to go over.
“These are just a few more things about us and the kids that I want you to know. You can bring your things over tomorrow night and then on Monday you can start.”
You bid Trent and Megan goodbye and headed back to your hotel. It was as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You’d only been here a short time and you had a place to stay and a job. Now all you needed to get was a car and you’d better off than you were before you started your journey.
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The sound of his phone’s text tone woke Jared from his slumber. He typed a quick response to his sister and stretched his tired muscles. After taking a quick shower and getting dressed he grabbed his wallet and keys before heading out the door.
His sister said to be at her house in a couple of hours, but he didn’t see the harm in getting there early. It would give him time to play with Max and Macee for a little while. The drive there wasn’t very long, and soon he was walking up the sidewalk to their front door.
He let himself in and could saw his sister in the back yard playing with the kids. Before he could head through the house out the back door, something caught his attention. A sweet melodic voice flowed through the upstairs hallway that made his heartbeat quicken. He moved so he could see better and caught sight of the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. She had long brown hair that waved a bit at the ends, was probably about five foot one, and her voice was mesmerizing.
He watched as she cleaned the kids’ playroom, her hips shimmying to the music she was listening to. It was then that he recognized the song she was singing. It was one of the songs from Jensen’s new album! Standing in the foyer, he let himself listen to you a bit longer.
Oh, and how do I get you off my mind
With you back in my bed
How do I get you off my mind
Can’t have you living in my head
You can only stay awake so long
While deciding what is true
I lean in for a kiss upon your shoulder
Realize it wouldn’t do, not with you
So, how do I get you off my mind
With you back in my bed
How do I get you off my mind
Can’t have you living in my head
Unbeknownst to him, his sister was watching him watch her, the biggest smirk on her face knowing that you had caught her brother’s eye.
“Her name’s Y/N, and she’s Trent and I’s nanny.”
Jared whirled around to meet his sister’s knowing gaze. He knew he’d been caught staring and was sure he was blushing furiously.
“That’s ah… I’m uh… glad you found someone suitable for the kids, Meg. I bet she’s great.”
“Uh-huh… I haven’t seen you look at someone like that since… well, since ever really. You like her.”
“What?! That’s… I mean… I don’t even know her. I just… her singing was um… really good!”
By now, you had finished cleaning the playroom and was prepared to relieve Megan so she could go out with her family. You heard her talking to someone and you assumed it was Trent.
“Hey, Megan! I finished cleaning the pla-”
Your words were caught in your throat as you looked down into the foyer. There, standing mere feet from you was your celebrity crush since you saw him on Gilmore Girls. Jared Padalecki. It took only a moment for things to click in your brain and you deduced that he and Megan were siblings.
“Y/N, this is one of my older brother’s Jared, Jared this is Y/N.”
“H-Hi…” You squeaked. He gave you a boyish grin and you forgot how to breathe. “I’m uh… just going to get a few things from my room…”
Once you were behind the closed door, you let out a shaky breath. How in the fuck did you manage to get a job at Jared Padalecki’s sister’s house?! Taking a deep breath you grabbed the Tonka set you bought Max and headed downstairs to the great room to play with him and Macee. Jared was in the kitchen with Megan, and you were lucky enough to be immensely distracted by Max to hear what they were saying.
“I’m telling you Jare, you should ask her out! I give her weekends off, and I don’t think she knows anyone here but us. I think it would be nice to show her around.”
Jared rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I don’t know Megan… I just met he-”
“Oh cut the crap, Jared. You can make all the excuses you want, but you and I both know you like her. C’mon! Take a chance! She’s cute and you’re single. If you keep waiting around for the right person, then who knows how long you’ll be waiting?”
Jared contemplated his sister’s words as he eyed you through the kitchen. Who was he kidding? Megan was right. He sighed and swallowed thickly as he headed into the Great room.
“Here goes nothing…”
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A Dark Stranger pt.2
Summary: Rose makes a new friend and tries to comfort Jack with his loss of Lucy and Zoe.
Warnings: a little language
Jackie held the door open for me then followed me into the lobby of the Jonathan Harker Foundation. He brought a small file folder that Zoe had given him and took it to the receptionist at the front desk. Another woman in a white lab coat came out to meet him and motioned for him to follow her into the other room. Jackie turned to me with a pressed on smile and held up a finger to signal that he would only be a minute to which a gave a small nod of agreement. A picture of the late Jonathan Harker on the far wall catches my attention, so I start to make my way toward it when I hear the receptionist call out, “Miss, um.. Seward?” Assuming she was referring to me, I looked in her direction and found I was correct.
“Blayr, actually.” I laugh now stepping in her direction.
“Oh! My apologise. I just knew that Dr. Seward had said you were his cousin.” Her face had turned a light shade of pink from embarrassment, but I waved it off and smile.
“No, no. It is a simple mistake. Our mother are sisters. Half-sisters to be exact. I’m Rose.” I reach my hand over the desk and she takes it in a quick, gentle handshake.
“Kelly Anderson. So, how long are you here in London.”
“Well, I’m actually looking for a place here, but Jac- John doesn’t know that yet. I was planning on telling him the other night, but he’s hard a rather rough week.” My smile fades a little as does hers. “Now I’m thinking I should wait and find a place before I tell him. Maybe the surprise will cheer him up.” Then she gets a bright smile.
“Hey! If your moving here, your going to need some friends outside of just Dr. Seward, especially if your planning on surprising him! I’d be glad to help you look around if you want.”
I’m to not let my nervousness show. I’ve never really been a big people person, and I never know how to behave around strangers, but Kelley seems nice enough. “That would be great. Thank you Kelly.”
“You’re welcome! Here’s my number! Oh, and here comes Dr. Seward.” I take the little piece of paper and put it into my purse. Maybe i just wont call, and if I see her again, I’ll just explain that I lost it. Is that bad? Yeah... probably. I don’t know; I’ll figure it out later. Right now it’s time to take care of Jackie.
“Ready?” Jackie offers his arm to me, and I wave ‘goodbye’ to Kelly. Once we get outside, Jackie asks, “So, you dating women now?” Then he chuckles at my confused expression. “Kelly is a lesbian,” he smirks.
“What? Oh no! I hope I didn’t give her the wrong idea. I don’t want to hurt her feelings! She just said that she thought I may want some friends here.” Jackie faces me and grabs both of my shoulders.
“Relax! I’m only giving you a hard time. I promise that Kelly will not be offended. Even if she is interested in you, she’ll understand. She’s really sweet.” I still feel really bad but decide to let it go. Jack and I continue our walk to a little bakery where we grab our breakfast and some hot coffee before heading to the park. We find a nice bench and watch some ducklings play in the lake, laughing when one puts its head underwater and the others swim around him in concern before he lifts his head dramatically causing water to splash the unsuspecting siblings. Mother duck swims closeby, looking for a small snack floating near the top of the water, but she is constantly checking up on her young ones. I can’t help but smile at the sight, and it’s good to hear Jack laugh quietly. I look at him and see a small, pained smile on his face with a hint of red near the corner of his mouth. I chuckle to myself again, grabbing my napkin and wiping it away.
“Jam.” I say showing him the napkin with the small red stain.
“Oh. Haha.” He rubbed his lips and chin as if he has thought of something and then tries to scrub something off his face... and I don’t think it’s jam. Then I realize.
“Are you thinking about Lucy?”
“Yes. I kissed her. Right before she died. I wanted to. I loved her, but I shouldn’t have.” He bowed his head defeated.
“Shouldn’t have loved her? Or shouldn’t have kissed her?” I question.
“Both.” I’m pretty sure it was more of a sigh then an actual word. “I’m sorry, Rose. I just- I don’t know.”
“No, it’s okay. I get it. I mean, I don’t understand how you feel because I’ve never lost a guy that I was in love with. You’re allowed to be confused and distressed. There would be something terribly wrong with you if you weren’t feeling these things. I just wish that there was something that I could say or do to help, but I know there isn’t. So, I feel pretty useless.”
“You’re not. You’re not useless. There is just so much about this whole situation that I wish I could tell you, but I can’t. There are so many secrets that would destroy so much. And you, oh you’d think I was crazy if I tried to tell you everything.” He put his head in his hands and shook it back and forth. “Ugh, it’s just so hard to keep all of this in. I had no idea what I was signing up for when I agreed to help the Foundation. I thought I knew, but I was clueless. For them, there is no feeling or emotion in any of this. It’s just study. Research. Zoe, she was the one who cared. I don’t know why, but she did. Her approach to it was different and unconventional, but she knew what she wanted out of this. She knew her goal and how much time she had to attain it. But, now, it’s worthless, and she and Lucy are both gone. It’s hard. It’s so fucking hard! I feel like it’s my fault. Like I should have stopped it, somehow.”
I sat quietly for a long time. I don’t really know what to say. I don’t even know what this “It” is. I know nothing about this classified research that Jackie was helping conducted. Nobody outside of JHF does. I wish I did. It might help me know what to say now. “Jack, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” We sat there for another long while in silence before deciding to head back. Jack walked me to the hotel and promised to call if he needed anything.
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I ran upstairs to my room and when I pulled out my keys to unlock the door, a piece of paper fell out: Kelly’s number. I picked it up and walked inside; I sat my purse down and paced around the room. “Why not? Step outside of your comfort zone and make some friends. Maybe Jack was wrong, and Kelly wasn’t hitting on you. Maybe she really does just want to be your friend. Why are you talking to yourself? You know what? If you had friends you wouldn’t have to talk to yourself. God, what am I, schizophrenic? That’s it. I’m doing it!” I Picked up my phone and put her number into my contacts. I know she’s at work, but I’m sure she’ll answer when she can.
*Hey, Kelly! This is Rose, Jack’s cousin.* Okay, now i just have to wait for her to- nope there it is. That was fast.
*Rose! Hi! I wasn’t sure if you would actually contact me. I’, glad you did.*
*Haha, yeah. I wasn’t sure either, honestly. I guess I’m rather timid when it comes to people I don’t know. I don’t make friends very easy.*
*Girl, that’s okay. I understand. I’ll just make it my job to get you comfortable with people! Take you to a few parties. Introduce you to some nice boys. Really get you into the London scene.*
*Boys?*
*Well, yeah.... let me guess. Jack informed you that I’m a lesbian? Don’t worry. It was pretty obvious that you aren’t. But if you ever want to try anything, I’ll be glad to help you with your experiments. After all, I do work at a place that’s pretty devoted to science. ;)*
*Haha, oh wow. I’ll remember that for the future. Thank you.*
*Oh, god. I haven’t made you uncomfortable, have I?”
*No, Kelly. You’re fine. I think I’m going to like being your friend.*
*GOOD! In that case, you should meet me for drinks tonight at the club. I may know of a place for you to live too, if you’re interested.*
*That sounds good. Yes!*
*Great! I’ll send you the address to the club later. And, Love, wear something stunning. XO*
*I’ll do my best. :)*
Oh no... I just agreed to meet her at a club. What does a girl wear to a club? Because “stunning” isn’t very detailed. I open my phone and google “What do women wear to the club in London.” YIKES! I definitely don’t own anything quite like that. I wouldn’t say that I’m an overtly modest dresser, but I’m very self conscious. I know I’m not ugly, but I’m not a jaw dropper/showstopper kind of girl either. I’ve still got a few hours but decide to go ahead and find a dress in my closet. I finally choose a little green dress with a black, lacy back. It’s not really a club kind of dress, but it’s probably the most stunning thing I brought with me. When I came to London, I wasn’t exactly expecting to go to a club. I’ll just wear my black heals and maybe that will bring it up to par.
Several hours pass and the sun is going down. I’ve donned my “club wear” though I feel kelly will disagree, and decided to leave my natural, curly, blonde hair alone. It actually looks decent for right now, and I’ve learned the hard way that on the rare occasion that your curly hair is nice to you, you should be nice to it in return or it will enact its revenge by frizzing so bad that I look like one of those red-seeded dandelions before the wind blows. That’s always a disaster. I jump into the cab waiting for me outside and give him the address of the club. When we arrive, Kelly is outside waiting for me, and I can tell she is amused when I step out.
“Honey, we are going shopping tomorrow to get you some more clothes.” She states rather matter-of-factly.
“Hey! I have better clothes back in the States, I just didn’t bring them because I didn’t know I’d be coming to a club.”
“Well, they aren’t doing you any good there. Besides you’re moving here, and it’ll will be a while before you get all of your stuff.” She laughs linking our arms as we enter the club.
“Wow! It’s really loud in here!” I feel like I’m screaming.
“Yeah! Welcome to a club! There’s some cute boys! Let’s get you some free drinks!”
And I’m not gonna lie, I don’t remember much else about last night. The next thing I remember is waking up, here in a bed that is certainly not mine from the hotel. Oh shit! I didn’t! No, I’ve still got my dress and everything else on from last night. Whew. Suddenly, the overhead light turns on, and I cower under the blankets as my head starts to throb. I’m going to be sick, I can feel it.
“Good morning, lightweight.” I hear Kelly’s voice say with a bit of laughter laced through it. “I’ve brought you to medication for your head. I can imagine you need it. The door off to your right is a bathroom. You’ll probably feel better if you take a nice shower.” I nod in agreement and an hour later emerge from the bedroom with my damp hair and eyes still squinting against the sun. “Ah! She survived! How’s your head?”
“Well, it was doing better before you announced my survival to all of England.” I rub my temples and close my eyes.
“Oh, sorry about that, love.” She says in hushed tones now. “I’m just very excited to talk to you about where you should live.”
“Yeah, I’m excited to her what you’ve got for me.”
“Well, I was thinking that maybe you could live here with me. The room you stayed in last night was my old roommate lived, but since she moved out it’s been a guest room, and rent is kind of high by myself. If you want it, it’s yours.”
“Really?” I ask with a smile and Kelly nods, her smile matching mine. “Then, yes! Thank you!” We hugged each other and she looked down at me.
“We are definitely buying you some new clothes though!” We spent the next thirty minutes laughing like teenagers; I even forgot that my headache when Kelly got a text message. Her eyes went wide. “I’ve got to change and got into work. Something has come up. Feel free to do what you want in the house; it’s yours now too. I’ve already pulled the spare key for you, so you won’t be stuck her all day. It’s just there on the table. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but it’s an emergency.” She said while running around like a mad woman gathering her things.
“That’s alright. Thank you!” I just decided I would text Jackie to see if he could help me move out of the hotel room, but I quickly responded that he couldn’t because of an emergency at JHF. Probably the same emergency Kelly was running in for. What could possibly have them in such a frenzy? That’s when I noticed Kelly had left her phone open. It was a message from the Foundation. How could three simple words spark so much panic in both her and Jackie. All the message said was.
*He’s here. Alive.*
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Helheim is a land of peace.
The layers of agonized wails and woeful imploring she prepared her ears for was lost in the breeze of the melancholic melody of nature. Naked humming voices flowed serenely amidst the gradient of indigo blue leaves, dry and wrinkly, singing the ballads of lost souls attached to skinny tree branches, rinsed of color at the roots, blending smoothly with the pale greenery surrounding the wide meadow that grew to be her most favored solace.
Flowers, prey to decaying, small in stature but mighty in resistance, veiled the piece of soil that parted the center of the dark Kingdom in two, catching vines in the heart core of the spot her beloved boy once clawed his way to freedom, from a grave that came too early for a boy too gentle, too youthful, too much of a man before his time.
Her ghost Prince, her youngest; Stolen and crowned the King of Death, with a rain of tears on his cheeks and a cloak of swords in his back.
'Crowned, ' she spits, imagining it rippling through the dead earth and fell right onto Borr's bald head. Time failed to sweeten her bitterness as she thought, yes, this is how their history beautified the terrible incident. Time didn't heal her pain, neither did it gentled the sharpness of her teeth.
They had deceived him, betrayed him, punished him, stole his life away, and called it a reward.
After that dreadful day, She spent more nights weeping to slumber, eyes buried in the cushions of Hel's frigid chambers, burning brighter, hotter, than the hard oak feeding red-orange flames in the fireplace of her bedroom.
The phantom ice caressing the silver of her skin was more comfort than suffering, painless mercy she sunk into little by little every day until the light of day became unfamiliar. The cold here shares that quality, she ponders, a soft touch of unburnt ice to keep you from perishing.
Its a lot like her son, she thinks.
Yet, Bestla doesn't feel its presence permanently. A long, stone shaded cloak fell upon her shoulders, showering her back in a misty warmth provided by the thick velvet of the garment. Her eyes observe a silhouette shadowing the pale sun, the single leak of blight light hanging above the smoke sky.
"I was hoping to find you here, " Estrid wears a smile radiant enough to pale all gold in the 9 realms. "Peaceful up here, is it not? Hel liked hiding here, as a boy. Said the breeze was nice."
Bestla, for a moment, allows her eye to inspect the other woman for the first time. Her shoulders are round and solid, strong as a soldier, complemented by the stunning danger of a shieldmaiden. Bestla tracks night-dark locks brushing over creamy skin, long and curly. She's as much warrior as she is woman, it's as if she only now observes.
Her arms are an impressive addition, boxy as much as lean, holding closely on her shield and sword. A sword that, doubtlessly, claimed a long string of lives. She's not as fearful as it would be wiser to be. Estrid has been nothing but pleasant, as much as one could be when encountering their circumstance, her presence never frightening her as much as it saddened her.
"For someone carrying such heavy armor, you move with great stealth, Lady Sigurdsson, " If the other woman peaked at the too feather-soft timber of her voice, she had enough cheek to act differently. " I suppose you'd want an explanation as to why I'm avoiding my son?"
" Forgive me, your Grace, but Lord Hellison was never included in the conversation, " Bestla thought she spotted a bloom of red dusting her cheeks as she grinned gently, taking a spot none to tight to the former Queen, but close enough to leave some space had the smaller woman want to fill it. "I thought you would, after..."
"...It's unwise to polish hard truths. They cut harder that way, " The Queen's words were dressed in both honesty and advice, chapters of her life unfolding beneath her eyes as if to pledge truth to the statement. Estrid studied each word with expert attention.
Bestla raises, arms guarding her middle, eyes cast over the sea of flowers beneath her shoes.
"I'm grateful, for the kindness you showed him. I remain in your debt, in fact, though it escapes me how I can repay you here. "
"We don't believe in paying kindness, in the North. Goodness isn't traded in gold, " a quiet chuckle is swept by the breeze slashing through the grand mountains. Estrid inhales deeply and opens her arms when she lets her body fall upon the grass. "If it was, don't you think more people would practice it?"
The southerner's lips lift in a one-sided smile of her own, private and discreet. Debtless favors certainly sounded sweet to the ear.
" Aesir aren't precisely renewed for our gentle hearts, so I suppose not. I still mourn the stress you must have endured, however. Children are far from being a jolly affair. And the tales we hear as children don't exactly portray Titans as loving parents."
A stratum of blank seriousness shaped Estrid's features, graveness resting heavily on sharp boned cheeks and warm brown eyes. " I fell in love a day after meeting him, " Bestla swallowed hard at the admission. " I knew him for less than a sundown, but I knew he was mine. I was dead, alone and helpless and afraid, and he was too much like me to be a fateless coincidence. Words aren't enough to express it. He was just...Meant to fall, and I to catch him. "
The leafs sang to fill the edged hush musking around them. Estrid pimped the other's empty breathing as anger, for she heaved a sigh long enough to match the twin lack of words on both their parts, and excused her nerve. " Apologies. I don't dare name myself a mother, nor do I starve for anyone's approval, least of all yours. I only wished to say you raised a good son. A son lucky to have a mother like you, for as long as he did."
"...You helped him," Bestla started, chest light and comfortable, not cutting blades piercing her skin as she expected. "Kept food in his mouth, put clothes on his back. You loved him truthfully and protected him fiercely. You're not any less his mother than I."
"...It must be a sour thin all the same, for someone so beloved to greet you as a stranger. For that, I can't help but feel sorry still."
" That's a sentiment we can share. He... Hel, my child, my youngest son. Born at the edge of two worlds that never loved him. They aren't my own, not my blood, not him neither Odin, my kind hearted prince, my little lion boy. And yet, I was not their mother for the simple reason they didnt come from me. Everyone told me so.
They weren't my own, yet I held them at my chest, kissed their skinned knees and elbows, wiped their tears, and chased sickness with handpicked herbs and wet rags because I trusted nobody to do so. No language is enough to describe the love a mother has for their children.
No tongue is enough to put my love in words."
"...Even for Balder?"
Bestla laughs, an odde of heartache and sorrow. " Even him. Love gives no choices, last of all to parents. I still remember the day of his birth. A terrible storm broke the skies that evening, set fire to five houses, left a month's worth of reparations behind. He struggled, I've been told. He kicked and wailed and fought all the way.
I haven't had the chance to even hold him in my arms and he was so eager to run from me. My eyes never saw something more perfect than his tiny ears, his adorable little hands, and feet, his honey hair. He looked so much like me I hardly believed it.
But I felt no different with his brothers. There was a sickness in my mouth, when they were babes and I was forced to be departed from them. I couldn't bear to see them in another's arms, a wet nurse, or a squire, when asked to trust anyone else with them, I was faithless.
When Hel was born, he couldn't be convinced to let me go. He was so quiet, I thought perhaps this world claimed him already. His mother drew her last breath on that bed and I was the one he clung to, the one he hooked his fingers into. One of the King's guards present, he tried to prey him away, do you want to know what I did? I unsheathed a dagger from my thigh, slashed his throat, and watched him die." The confession was a river she scalded into freely.
"Would I insult your intelligence by asking if you're familiar with Sandr?" Bestla asked once Estrid wordlessly raised on her feet. She felt enough security to push her body forward. " Titans held mighty battles there."
A smirk pinched the taller woman's lips. " We were rowdy children, I'll confess. But yes, I know the location. You rebuild beautifully, " dark eyes shaped the bronze scorpio pendant suspended in the middle of Bestla's long neck. " Your family picked a Scorpio as their sigil. They made a fine legacy."
" Oh, it was. The finest. Beautiful, skillful, and yet, terribly lonely. I had 10 siblings. 5 brothers and sisters, however, I confess I felt more like an accessory than a member of a clan. We were strangers to each other. Foreigners with the same name, with our only common factor being our house.
Our country was gorgeous but very poor, you see. We trusted nobody, and in return, our distrust was repaid with hostility. Eventually, when our skin touched bone and we ran out of livestock, we opened the gates to trade. Naturally, we were invaded, our lands stolen, our necks had shackles only we could see.
And I held the key for everyone.
I want you to picture the most powerful man in the world, asking me to marry him," a bitter laughs cracks in her throat, and the wind whips away the water from her eyes. " He had a crown on his head and 50 thousand banner men behind him, with more gold than he could ever need or deserve and 100,000 spikes for our heads alone. What else could I have said?"
Her legs shift, stepping closer to Estrid, eyes as flat as her tone. " What I did, I did because I had to. To defend my people. To defend my family. To defend my blood. Every sacrifice, every drop of blood I've spilled, I did it so the people I love could live the peace I never did."
She advances, every step that's forward to her is one back for Estrid, eyes concentrated intensely on one another with enough fire to make Fire Giants sweat.
"All the sins that I have done. Or had done at my orders? The truths my children don't know, the truths a narrow number of people lived to keep the secret. The kind vicious enough to make fine warriors as yourself lose sleep, if they came to know them.
Perhaps this is my justice. A punishment for survival in a world where living is no bed of roses. But I won't stop helping my children, heart beating or otherwise.
There's a storm coming, My Lady. And I have every intention of ensuring everyone walks dry."
#I LOVE BESTLA SO MUCH THIS IS NOT A JOKE SKSKSK#earth 513#bestla#hel hellison#estrid siggurson#Balder#odin borson#borr#(mentioned)#thunderfam#scene#fic#Spotify
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Gray’s B&C Shop
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It was a quiet day at the bookstore; only a few customers coming in and out. It was a cold November night and so not many people were out and about. Lucy sighed as she felt the cold breeze drift through the store and reach her small desk. She had a cozy ivory cardigan and some light jeans. her reading glasses perched low on her nose as she continued reading the encyclopedia of magical creatures of the wizarding world.
Shivering as a breeze caressed her warm body, she bookmarked her book and got up to close the door completely. It was an old building - she had to push on it a certain way for it to click correctly and seal the cold air outside. The bookstore was called ‘Gray’s BookStore’ and was founded in 1579 and is holding on strong in the new age of technology. Unlike many bookstores on Diagon Alley that were being shut down because they couldn't keep up with the trends of the ebook, Gray’s was able to integrate it in their store, they have a built-in coffee shop on one side that’s run by the bookstore as well as a business of renting Ipads to do some light reading if physical books aren’t your thing. Gray’s also is one of the only few bookstores to have the original printing of many books that are displayed like artifacts.
As you can see the owners (the Gray’s) have managed to successfully capitalize on the industry without ruining the joys of reading as well as browsing. Lucy works there as she attends college to pursue a career in the Ministry of Magic as a Mazigoologist. Lucy and her sister; Molly run the shop for the Grays’. Molly usually tends to the coffee shop while Lucy runs the bookshop. It was a very popular place to come wind down in after shopping all day in Diagon Alley.
The bookstore is huge, no lie. It has two entrances one from the coffee shop and one from the bookstore. It was actually a few hours before closing and Molly was just cleaning the cups and putting them back on the shelves. Molly was wearing high waisted light jeans similar to Lucy’s and an olive green shirt with an oversized brown flannel, a dark brown apron covering her front, and a white stained rag tucked in. Molly studies History of Magic and Education, she hopes to become a professor at Hogwarts. She was in her last year of College, unlike Lucy who still had one more year before she can start training for her career in the Ministry of Magic.
“Do you have anything to do when we get off?” Molly called out in the empty store.
“A hot date with my bed and hot chocolate” Lucy winked at her sister from like 15 feet away.
“Haha funny, c’mon hang out with me and Frank tonight” Molly suggested while laughing sarcastically.
“I really don’t want to third wheel,” Lucy responded, shrugging. She didn't hate hanging out with her sister and her boyfriend she just felt like she was intruding. Frank was a great guy and he’s also a great friend, she just felt awkward being the single one.
“I’ll think about it. I have some books I still need to finish reading so maybe another day?” Lucy excused softly trying to not seem like she didn't want to hang out with her sister but at the same time, she didn't want to spend her evening this way.
“It’s up to you, you haven’t socialized in weeks, I worry,” Molly yelled as she laughed. Lucy rolled her eyes at her sister.
“I am fine!” Lucy chuckled as she picked up her book once again and started reading again.
A few hours pass this way, in silence as the soft music plays. People come in hang around for a while then they leave with either a hot coffee or a new book. The silence is broken when a group of boys stumbled in laughing and shoving each other.
“Frank?” Molly’s soft voice drifted to Lucy’s desk. Lucy lifted her head to look at the group of boys, containing Frank; Molly’s boyfriend. Frank was wearing black jeans a tan jacket with a black long sleeve and a mustard yellow scarf.
“Hi love, we might need a raincheck on our evening” Frank grinned a childlike grin at his girlfriend.
Lucy once again closed her book and peered at the group talking to Molly, she knew them. She knew them from Hogwarts, where she spent 7 years with them, and… one of them is her very own cousin; Hugo Weasley. Percy Wood, Frank Longbottom, Hugo Weasley, Lorcan, and Lysander Scamander were standing in a circle around Molly; who had left her post behind the counter next to the coffee machines to greet the boys. These boys were her family per se, they spent every Christmas with her huge family as well as any other family event that was hosted.
Nevertheless, she had only exchanged a few words with the Scamander twins. But everyone else? Basically her siblings. Frank’s always at her house, and Percy is her best friend’s older brother; Annabelle Wood. Although they never interacted much due to being in different social circles, he was nice and polite to her so she didn't have any opinion of him.
Hugo was a very close friend/cousin, they were in the same department and share a love for creatures. So when she approached the group, he was the first one to notice her. Hugo was wearing black skinny jeans with a hazelnut brown long sleeve with an army green varsity jacket he was wearing a red beanie to fend off the cold air.
“Lu! How are you?” he grinned at her with rosy cheeks.
“I am good. how about you?” Lucy hugged Percy, Frank, and Hugo and nodded at the boys in acknowledgment. Percy was the only one that was a year older than everyone else, making him two years older than Lucy. He was wearing dark jeans and combat boots with a black sweater with the Hogwarts crest on it and the year he graduated on it, 2023. She greeted the twins.
“Hello,” Lorcan smirked at the girl. Lucy’s cheeks flushed. Lorcan and Lysander were dressed as if they were trying to make a statement against being related. Lorcan was sporting black skinny jeans and a black leather jacket as well as a white long sleeve. He had many necklaces and bracelets, if Lucy looked closer she could tell that they were probably little souvenirs from places he’d been or maybe sentimental pieces.
Lysander was dressed in a beige pullover with some dark skinny jeans and a black overcoat, and a black fedora. He was wearing one necklace and it seems to have some type of animal tooth on it. He smiled gently at her and tipped his head in a greeting as she made eye contact with her.
“So what brings you guys here?” Molly broke Lucy and Lysander’s eye contact. Lucy’s face flushed as she realized that they were both equally attractive and that she had been staring at them.
“We were all getting off from St. Mungo’s and we found this journal that had all these entries that talk about treasures and riddles that would lead to it” Frank started explaining, looking very excited.
“We’ve been following it for the last two hours,” Hugo finished off looking around the place.
“There’s one more cipher that we need that should lead us to the treasure” Lysander added, pulling out a pocket journal. It looked worn out and ancient.
“But we can’t figure out what language its in, so we thought that maybe you’d have a book that could help us” Frank smiled sheepishly at Molly. Molly looked at the boys with amusement. As she wiped her hands on her apron, she looked at Lucy trying to see whether that would be doable. Lucy pondered for a second, the flow of customers has been really sparse today so they could close an hour early.
“I guess the bookstore is closing at 10 tonight,” Lucy chuckled at the hopeful looks the boys were giving her. Molly clapped her hands and told the boys to take a seat as they closed the shop. Molly and Lucy only had to close the registers from the coffee shop and the bookstore and put them in the office and lock it, and maybe sweep but Molly had already done so before the guys came in.
Within thirty minutes, the boys had taken off their jackets and were lounging comfortably on of the tables, each with a cup of hot drinks in them. Lucy and Molly were in the office counting the money when Molly bumped her shoulder against Lucy’s and smirked.
“So, you fancy one of the Scamanders?” Molly teased, slightly pausing waiting to see Lucy’s reaction.
“Molly, Lorcan has been dating Lily since 6th year,” Lucy refuted, pointing out a very obvious fact. Lorcan is the type to have a very coy attitude. That wasn’t her type but it was amusing to witness.
“What about Lysander? He hasn’t dated anyone in a while” Molly responded, punching in numbers in the calculator.
“We are not having this conversation when they are only a few feet away from us!” Lucy whisper-yelled.
“It’s not hurting anyone! Besides I think he’s taking a fancy to you,” Molly voiced out with a little giggle.
“He’s known me since we were children, I am sure if he likes me he would’ve had a chance to say so in the last 20 years or so,” Lucy rolled her eyes at her sister.
“Hey! Frank and I didn't start dating until 7th year and we’ve known each other since we were babies, maybe it’s your time!” Molly suggested, putting a wad of cash in the safe.
“Oh my god, is this about not wanting to hang out tonight with you and Frank?” Lucy stopped abruptly to stare at her sister.
“What? No! This is about him not taking his eyes off of you that whole time we were closing the shop!” Molly shook her head and scoffed at her sister’s assumption.
Lucy just flushed at the thought of him just watching her, so she wasn't going crazy, he was watching her. She felt eyes following her around but she shook it off as she was being paranoid.
Lucy opened the checkbook and wrote down the total number of sales while Molly finished putting the rest of the money in the safe before locking it. They both high fived quietly and turned off the lights to the office and closed the door.
“Alright, tell me everything,” Molly tossed herself into one of the chairs, running her hands through her hair.
“Well, I found it in one of the old lockers that the residents can use. It was empty except for that” Frank started, pointing at the frayed journal.
“So there are three riddles, and two of them to two different places of Diagon Alley while the third one is in a different language” Lysander responded, furrowing his eyebrows.
“What were the two places?” Lucy asked, she was doodling in her notepad as she listened to them.
“Slug and Jiggers Apothecary and Borgin & Burkes,” he responded.
“A potion shop and an antique shop” Lucy reiterated.
“Maybe that’s the link, it’s an old book about potions?” Molly guessed as silence overtook the group, Frank looked at her with wide eyes.
“You’re brilliant!” he said with admiration. Molly rolled her eyes, getting up from her chair and walking over to Lucy and holding out her hand with fake politeness.
“After you, my lady” Molly said with a posh accent, Lucy laughed and grasped her sister’s hand.
“The potion section is at the end of the bookstore and should start in alphabetical order,” Lucy said, as the group moved from the front of the store to the back.
“The oldest book we have that is in another language is right...here,” Lucy paused as she squatted and reached in the bottom shelf somewhere almost hidden.
“How did you-” Lorcan started before getting interrupted by Hugo.
“If it’s a book then Lucy knows where it would be,” he chuckled at his shocked friend and Lucy’s grinning face. Lucy handed the book to Lysander, who brushed off the layer of dust that formed on the book frame.
“παρασκευή φίλτρων” Lysander read out loud.
“You can read that?” Lucy asked with surprise in her voice.
“I had to take Greek as an elective for a year.” Lysander shrugged, he propped the book up on the shelf and started flipping through it.
Lucy backed away from the shelf to stand next to Molly and Frank. Molly smirked as she saw Lucy look flabbergasted.
“Now you have someone to bother about your Greek class other than me,” Molly said with mirth in her voice. Lysander paused, before continuing to flip through the book, a small smile playing on his lips as Lorcan smirked at Lucy and winked.
“Guys, focus. Is there anything that can help with the riddle?” Hugo grinned catching Lucy’s look for help.
“What is the riddle anyway?” Molly asked as Lysander flipped through the pages, one by one. There would probably be a written message in there that could help. Gray’s Bookstore was also known for selling second-hand books, usually, there are some witty remarks written in the pages waiting for a reader.
‘Habeo tamen illa idiomata praeambula tamen exitum non sitim aquae sed vigent. Quld?’ Percy showed Molly the book, while Lysander finally got the middle of the book.
“So it’s all in Greek, no surprise there, but some of the words are randomly translated into another language,” Lysander stated. He paused and looked off into the distance.
“Wait, give me the book for a moment,” Lucy spoke as she peered over Lysander’s shoulder. She eyed one of the doodles before turning to the page of the journal the riddle was written on.
“This is Latin, it’s a dead language but someone was translating Latin words to Greek.” Lucy explained as she pointed out two identical words.
“I knew taking Ancient Runes would be handy at some point,” Lucy murmured as she found more words that matched with the riddle. Lucy asked someone for a pen, Molly handed her one from her hair, she had a habit of sticking things in her hair to put it up, her wand and many pens being the help she needed.
Lucy started writing down the words that they can translate. Within twenty minutes they had a loosely translated version of the riddle in Greek. Έχω εκφράσεις αλλά όχι ιδιώματα, προοίμιο, αλλά δεν υπάρχει διέξοδος, έχω νερό, αλλά μόνο η δίψα μπορεί να ευδοκιμήσει. τι είμαι εγώ?’ it was written in Lysander’s handwriting. He inhaled and said it out loud, before translating it into English.
“I have expressions but no idioms, a preamble but no way out, I have water but only the thirst can thrive. what am I?” Lysander finished, they all stood (well Lucy had sat down on the ground next to Lysander so that they could write) there to ponder what the riddle could mean.
“Okay ‘I have expressions but no idioms? Could be words, or books?” Molly pondered out loud.
“A ‘preamble’? Like an opening? ‘No way out’ would make sense there is no exit,” Frank continued to think out loud, backpacking onto Molly’s thought.
“‘I have water but the only thirst can thrive’? What does that even mean” Lorcan sighed resting his head against the bookshelf behind him. His head making a thudding sound, before the sound of gears overtook the silent bookstore. He was startled away from the bookshelf as all seven of them watched as the bookshelf against the end of the building starts to shift to the right revealing an opening. Lucy scrambled up and went to take a look at the book Lorcan hit with his head.
“Huh, secret seekers of potion-making,” Lucy mused out loud the title of the book.
“A secret seeker? Seriously?” Hugo scoffed at the easiness of the answer and yet the riddle was in tongues.
“I guess we don’t need to use our brains as long as we have Lorcan to lean against things,” Frank joked as he patted Lorcan’s back. The others chuckled as they all approached the dusty and old secret opening. Lysander and Lucy were the first to step into the hallway.
The hallway was dark, the only light shining through is of the bookstore, so the seven of them pulled out their wands and murmured the charm; ‘Lumos’, and started walking down the hallway in pairs. Lucy and Lysander were leading the group.
There were doors lining the hallway, from what they could see there’s four, two on each side. Lucy and Lysander turned to two different doors and tried to open them, they were both locked.
“Alohomora,” Lucy whispered, a little light coming out of her wand and into the doorknob, she tried again and it was still locked.
“Magic doesn’t work-,” Lucy gasped to the rest of the group, but suddenly the door swung open and she stumbled in, Lysander probably trying to catch her before she fell to the ground holding onto her sleeve but ended up toppling on top of her as the door swung shut behind them shrouding them into complete darkness and entanglement of limbs.
Lucy can only hear their heavy breathing before Lysander rolled off her. He mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ before murmuring ‘Lumos’ again.
“Are you alright?” he asked softly.
“I am okay, it’s like the door was reacting to the spell” Lucy shuddered as she remembered how her wand felt in her hand. Knocks caught their attention. And they both got up to try and open the door once again.
“You guys okay?” Frank asked through the door, his voice sounding muffled.
“We’re fine, we’re just locked in” Lysander responded as he wiggled the doorknob even more.
“Alright, we’ll try to bust you out!” Hugo responded. Lysander only heard some shuffling afterward.
“Lysander…” Lucy’s voice trailed off as she herself had charmed her wand with ‘Lumos’. She was gaping at what was revealed in front of her, while Lysander was facing the door, she was facing the room. Books littered the rooms, some before bars some were laying lifelessly looking old and dusty while others were looking as if they were just off the printing press.
“Wow…” Lysander left the door to stand next to Lucy, she quickly glanced at him. He was so attractive and enamored with books. Lucy flushed as soon as she caught onto the trail of thoughts that were heading in. she mentally shook her head and scolded herself. She needed to focus so that they can get out. Every romantic bone in her body is screaming that this was a scene from a book but Lucy’s logical bone (read: brain) was telling her that magic is of no use in this place so she would try her wits. Lucy exhaled, trying to slow down her breathing, she lowered her wand and tucked it into her back pocket.
“This room is protected by magic against magic” Lucy stated, Lysander nodded, being able to feel the lack of magic or the strength of the protection charm.
“Good thing muggles invented mobile flashlights,” Lysander joked as he distinguished his wand light and fished out his cellphone, and turned on the flashlight.
“Nifty,” Lucy responded, mentally smacking herself for saying ’nifty’. She sheepishly smiled at him as she started to look through the books and read their titles.
Lucy raised her eyebrow at some titles, because of how outdated some of these books are, and how some of them are recently published. Some were about muggle medicine, some about their medicinal charms, spells, and potions. Lucy moved some papers that were lying on the floor and squatted down as she spotted a book. It seemed out of space. She glanced up to check on Lysander’s location. He seemed engrossed in a book he was flipping through on the other side of the room. She looks back towards the door, she can hear some sort of noise coming from the other side, probably the boys and Molly trying to get them out. She glanced back towards the small book. She picked it and inspected it, shining the light from her cell phone to the front cover. It was leather-bound and pocket-sized.
“Isn’t this the same notebook that Percy found?” Lucy asked, holding up the journal towards Lysander.
“Yes, it is.”
“Maybe it can help us get out of here” Lucy dusted off her pants and moved back towards the door.
“I found a book that's identical to the one Frank found, maybe-” Lucy didn't even get to finish her sentence when the door clicked open and slowly opened to reveal Hugo on his knees and a hairpin in his mouth and two in the lock.
“Never underestimate the power of lock picking?” Lorcan sarcastically let out with a questioning tone.
“I think we found the treasure” Lysander said from behind Lucy, he was grinning as he held up the book he was looking through.
“There are so many medicinal books here muggle and wizarding alike.” he told the group as they went to look around the room. Molly raised an eyebrow trying to send discreet signals to Lucy to ask about what happened when they were alone. Lucy rolled her eyes and shook her head, basically telling her sister nothing had happened.
“So what you’re saying is that we spent three hours looking for a treasure that turned out to be just more books?” Percy asked with disbelief in his voice.
“Books are a treasure! They have unlimited knowledge,” Lucy scolded Percy.
“Frank found this journal at St. Mungo’s. What did you expect?” Lorcan stated, picking up a book and flipping through nonchalantly.
“Unlimited riches?” Percy guessed causing Hugo to punch his arm.
After browsing for a couple of hours, they tried to open the rest of the doors, but they could only get two more doors open and they just had a brick wall behind it. Lucy thinks it’s to form a decoy so that if someone got this far they still wouldn't be able to get very far. It was around one in the morning when they decided to call it a night. Frank was going to take Molly back to her apartment and Lucy was going to walk back to her apartment. It was a 15-minute walk. The boys decided that Lysander was going to walk Lucy back to her apartment. Hugo and Lorcan smirked as Lysander led Lucy out of the store. Frank chuckled as he hugged Molly and she whispered to him, that Lucy has a crush on Lysander.
Lucy felt her cheeks flush as the cold air brushed against her face, “It’s really not that necessary I live very close.”
“I understand but it's one clock in the morning. It's not safe for anyone to be walking alone,” he smiled at her and motioned for them to start their walk. As they walked they talked about different things, books, muggle movies, and Hogwarts. It wasn't as awkward as Lucy thought it would be. He was an extremely nice guy and a very attractive one at that too. They soon reached her apartment building and they had to bid their goodbyes. Lysander smiled, “it was a lot of fun hanging out with you, maybe we can grab a coffee sometime?” he smiled his pearly smile and Lucy can feel butterflies taking flight in her stomach. She blushed a rosy red and nodded.
“I would like that.” Lysander grinned back and nodded. He leaned down to her height and kissed her cheek. His warmth transferring through his lips to her cold red cheeks.
“I look forward to it,” he grinned and put his hands into his pockets and waited for her to make her way up to her home.
#harry potter next gen#Harry Potter#harry potter next gen blog#harry potter fanfiction#hp#hp next gen#lysander scamander#lorcan scamander#lucy weasley#molly weasley ii#hugo weasley#frank longbottom#diagon alley#one shot#halie writes
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Cinderella of Chicago Chapter 3: The Beginning
***Chicago Fire writers gonna kill Otis? Screw that noise. I’mma keep him alive, and he’s gonna GET SOME, too. Just you watch me.****
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Yes, you can read this story on AO3
It was so crowded in Molly’s that Brian and Meg ended up taking bottles of beer and sitting on the stairs down to the storage room, which was actually kind of romantic. There was a fun party happening mere feet away, but they could hear each other talk, and sit comfortably, and had privacy. Every once in a while, Brian had to run something up to the bar, but that wasn’t too much of a problem. He decided he’d worry about organizing the storage room tomorrow. Or next month.
They smiled a ridiculous amount. In fact, at one point, Meg put her hand to her cheek, saying, “I can’t seem to stop smiling. I’m not usually this much of a goofball. And I’m a little worried about my temporomandibular joint.”
Which, of course, only made Brian smile more. “Don’t worry about it. You have a nice smile.” He blushed and looked away. “Yeah. I am usually this much of a goofball.”
Meg laughed. “So you said something in Russian before. What did you say?”
“I said ‘second-generation American’. Not very creative, I guess.”
“But interesting. Do you actually speak Russian?”
“Yeah. I have to, my Baba doesn’t speak any English.”
“Your…”
“Grandmother. She understands every word you say to her in English. But she didn’t bother to learn to speak it. She says if you want to know what she has to say, you’re going to have to learn her language.”
“She sounds cool.”
“She’s very cool. My family spoke nothing but Russian at our house when I was growing up. She and my Deda – my grandfather – lived with us until he passed away when I was in high school.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thanks.”
“Siblings?”
“An older sister.”
“You’re so lucky! You guys had like a secret language that you could speak to each other and no one would know what you were saying.”
“Theoretically, yes. But we weren’t exactly the ‘secret language speaking’ kind of siblings. She would only talk to me in public to tell me what an idiot I was and to scram.”
“You sure we’re not related? That sounds an awful lot like my sister.”
Stella put her head around the corner to yell down the stairs for some wine.
“Duty calls,” Brian said, touching Meg on the shoulder as he got up to get the bottle and causing an infestation of butterflies in her stomach.
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It had been early when Meg had begun to leave Molly’s, only to run into Brian. At 2 a.m., closing time, Brian and Meg were still sitting together on the steps down to the storage room, sipping beers and getting to know one another. Brian was halfway in love already. He always fell too hard, too fast, but this girl… Well, he’d see. And she seemed into him, too.
Eventually, at almost 3 a.m., Herrmann finally had to go to the door and yell down to them that it was time to leave.
“We already did all the work, thanks for your help, Otis,” he said grumpily. Meg was horrified, thinking she’d gotten Brian into trouble, but Brian just smiled up at Herrmann.
“Hey, thanks, partner. Appreciate it.” He helped Meg up and they ascended the stairs into the empty bar where, true to Herrmann’s word, all the closing work had already been done.
Meg felt the gentle pressure of Brian’s hand on her back as he escorted her through the door into the snowy street. There wasn’t much snow, maybe two inches or so, but the flurries were still falling, and the night was beautiful and full of the soft magic of the first snow.
“Can I walk you home?” Brian asked.
“I’d love that, if it isn’t too far out of your way.”
“It’s not.”
Meg thought to mention that Brian didn’t know where she lived, but she wasn’t ready to say good night yet, and she thought a romantic walk through the snowy night would be perfect. So she just smiled up at him. He slid his hands into the pockets of his shearling coat, and held out his elbow to Meg. She had loved that move every time she’d ever seen it in the movies, and it captivated her when Brian did it. She gleefully tucked her arm into his.
She almost wished she lived further away from Molly’s. The six blocks went too fast. Meg lived in an old brick townhouse with a stoop, in the smallest apartment on the top floor. It was cramped and inconvenient, and she loved it. It allowed her to live by herself and yet feel completely safe, because she knew everyone else in the building, and they knew her. Also, because if she was ever in trouble, she could alert the other neighbors on her floor simply by saying so in a normal tone of voice. The walls were paper-thin.
Meg stood on the first step of the stoop and turned to Brian. Their eyes were level, and she still had her arm through his. Looking into his liquid brown eyes, Meg didn’t think she was actually swooning, but that word did come into her mind. He was very, very cute. She suddenly really wanted him to kiss her.
“I’d like to see you again,” he said softly, smiling uncertainly.
“Me, too. I don’t really know how we’ve avoided it so far.”
“Right?”
“But now that we have met, I’m wondering… I have tickets for the Planetary Saviors movie opening night at the Rivoli.”
“Shut up!”
“Would you like to go with me?”
“Would I like to? I’d kill to!”
“Well, luckily for you, you won’t have to go that far. I was going to go with my friend, Lita, but she isn’t that into them. She won’t mind at all.”
“Are you sure?”
“Completely. And I’m also sure that you’re cuter than Lita.” Meg began to blush before she’d even finished her sentence. Where had that come from – well, she knew where it had come from, but what had possessed her to say it out loud?
Brian’s blinding smile and slight answering blush made the cringe worthwhile, however, especially when he said, “I think you’re pretty cute, too.”
All Meg could think to do was smile. Brian cleared his throat nervously.
“So, next Saturday then,” he said.
“Next Saturday. But you could, you know… call me before that. You know, if you want.”
“I will.”
“Good. I’ll, uh… answer.”
With another of those smiles, he took a step back and began to turn away. “So, good night,” he said uncertainly.
“Good night. I’m really glad we ran into eachother. Really glad.”
“Me, too.” He turned and began to walk away, while Meg stood and watched. When he’d gone about ten steps, she could stand it no longer.
“Brian,” she called, running to him and throwing her arms around his neck for a hug. He eagerly caught her in his arms. She looked up at him, smiling, and he tilted his head down to kiss her softly.
“Really glad,” he said, smiling into her eyes.
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They had decided not to dress as Sumendi and Tabiti for the premiere. In the privacy of his own mind, Brian had several reasons for that, the primary one being that he could not for the life of him imagine how he could make a romantic move wearing Sumendi’s body suit, a cape, and fully-operational wings. And as many times as he’d replayed Meg coming toward him from her stoop to hug him, and kissing her in the snow that night, he was dead-set on making a romantic move.
He did, however, bring Meg’s Tabiti headpiece with him when he picked her up. It was time it was returned to its rightful owner. Looking at it as he waited for Meg to come down to the front door of her building, he smiled thinking how he’d felt that Sunday when she hadn’t shown up at ChicagoCon to reclaim it and he’d thought he’d never see her again. This was only their second – or was it technically the first? – date, but they’d talked a lot on the phone, and had coffee twice at Med when Brian had been there for work reasons. Or, what he told Meg were work reasons. He thought that, if he’d known how great she’d turn out to be, he would have been even more disappointed than he had been not to find her that second day at the Con.
She laughed when she saw him holding the headpiece. “You really brought it!”
“I told you I would,” he said, momentarily a little taken by surprise by how pretty she looked. Her coppery hair was softly curled and she wore just a hint more makeup than she usually wore at work. The thought that she’d made herself look especially nice for a date with him made his heart flutter a little, and caused other… manifestations.
“I’m gonna run this up to my apartment,” she said, turning to the stairs. “I’ll just be a sec.”
He waited while she ran lightly up the creaky wooden stairway to her third-floor apartment. Brian liked the venerable little townhouse. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected given the age of the building – maybe a smell of stale cooking and a general dilapidation – but he didn’t smell anything, and the small foyer was freshly painted. The firefighter in him wanted to check the wiring in the old building, but he thought that was probably more appropriate for a future date. As quickly as she’d run upstairs, Meg reappeared, peacoat in hand.
Brian helped her put her peacoat on over her fuzzy pink sweater. She shivered just a little at the gentlemanly courtesy, and at the contact. She’d been really looking forward to this date. Sure, she was excited to see the Planetary Saviors movie, but she was much more excited to get to spend some more time with Brian. He looked great in his jeans and what she suspected was a new plaid button-down shirt, and he smelled wonderful. She didn’t recognize the cologne, but she liked it, and she was impressed that he had used just the right amount.
They left Brian’s car in front of Meg’s house and held hands as they walked the two blocks to the El stop. The Rivoli was downtown and was actually a complex of several movie theaters, three of which were showing the Planetary Saviors movie. Meg hadn’t told Brian, because she wanted it to be a surprise, but they were actually going to see the movie in IMAX 3-D. She hoped he’d like that.
Brian was beside himself when the ticket taker handed them 3-D glasses.
“You’re kidding me,” he said, his eyes wide and his mouth tentatively curving up in a smile. “3-D?”
“IMAX 3-D,” Meg said, putting on her glasses and smiling back as his face lit up.
“Holy crap!” He cried, impulsively hugging her as he laughed with joyful surprise.
Brian bought them popcorn and sodas, and they made their way to their seats. The first thing they did after making themselves comfortable was to take selfies in their 3-D glasses. That important task completed, they began looking around to check out people’s costumes. Fully a quarter of the audience had come in costume, but Meg couldn’t see a Sumendi would could compare with Brian’s costume from ChicagoCon, and she said so. He, of course, responded that there wasn’t a Tabiti in the room anywhere near as good as hers.
“Hey, Meg,” Brian said, a little shyly. “If I forget to say so, thank you for tonight. This is really great.”
She smiled down at him from where she knelt on her seat, looking around at all the costumes. “Thanks for saying yes.” She thought about leaning over and giving him just a little kiss, but didn’t find the courage.
Suddenly, three very large men in their early thirties entered the aisle in front of Brian and Meg, taking the seats just in front of them.
“Otis!” One of them shouted from three feet away. “Hey, guys, it’s Otis!”
“Hey, Reeves,” Otis said warily.
One of the other guys, who was wearing a CFD T-shirt a couple sizes too tight to show off his arms, reached over the seat to grasp hands heartily with Brian. “Otis!”
“Bradley.” To be fair, Meg thought, Bradley had serious guns. If she had those biceps, she’d probably wear too-tight T-shirts, as well.
Brian nodded to the third guy, who didn’t look particularly pleased to see him. The guy turned to Meg.
“And who’s this?” He asked, reaching a hand out to her. She turned and sat down in her seat, putting her hand out. She expected him to shake it, but he turned it and placed a wet kiss on her knuckles. She tried not to show it, but it squicked her out a little.
“I’m Meg,” she said, suddenly recognizing the guy from an on-the-job injury he’d had that had brought him to Med once. He’d been a little handsy then, too. She wasn’t sure whether the HIPAA laws would allow her to remind him where they’d met before in front of other people, so she acted as though she didn’t recognize him. Clearly, he didn’t remember her.
“So, Otis has a girlfriend,” the guy said, still holding her hand. “I’m Kevin Brown. I could tell you some hilarious stories about this guy.”
“Movie’s about to start,” Brian tried.
“I remember one time when we were on Ladder 26…”
“No one wants to hear your boring stories, Brown,” Reeves said. “Sit y’ass down.”
Brian made a mental note to buy Reeves a beer next time he was in Molly’s.
“Naw, man, Meg needs to hear this,” Brown persisted. “So there’s Otis, tryna get the ladder to extend, and he’s gettin’ all nervous and fouled up in the hydraulics. There’s a lady in a window, screamin’. ‘Oh, lawdy, hep me, hep me!’ and smoke pourin’ out from behind her. And Otis is just completely hopeless, moving the ladder away rather than toward the window, and the lady’s all, ‘Hep me Jesus!’ and Otis is just shittin’ his drawers…”
Brian’s discomfort was palpable, and Meg put a hand on his arm. “Mr. Brown?” She said a little loudly, stopping his story. “May I ask you about the ethnicity of the woman in the window?”
“The…” Brown was nonplussed.
“She’s tryin’ to tell you you’re bein’ a racist asshole again,” Reeves said. Brian increased his free beer tally to two.
“Naw, but…”
Fortunately for everyone, the lights dimmed at that moment. Brown sat down, and received a dig in the elbow and a grunted curse from Bradley, sitting next to him.
“Sorry about that,” Brian whispered to Meg, taking the hand she still had on his arm into his. She moved her hand so they could entwine their fingers, and bumped Brian’s shoulder a little with hers.
“No worries,” she said. “But if they talk during the movie, can I borrow your Halligan?”
“It’s in my other pants,” he grinned. “But whatever you need to do, I’ve got your back.”
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The movie was fantastic. At first, it was a little distracting to be holding hands with Meg. For one thing, Brian couldn’t comfortably eat his popcorn. But he wasn’t about to let go, and neither was she. Soon enough, they were both fully immersed in the sensory assault of the story and figured out the logistics of holding and eating popcorn with one hand. They very quickly forgot about the firefighters in front of them, who were just as enthralled as they were, and made noise only when the rest of the crowd was also laughing or cheering. By the time it was over, Brian and Meg were almost tired from the experience.
Walking out of the theater into the Chicago night, Brian again took Meg’s hand. It was starting to feel natural.
“Do you want to get a drink, or…?” He asked.
“Yeah, I guess so. But you know what would feel good after sitting in the movie? We could walk a little. Maybe over to the river?”
Brian liked that idea very much. He settled in beside her and they strolled down the street toward a little park overlooking the river, just enjoying the night and the buildings and lights and, especially, each other. When they reached the river, they leaned against the railing, appreciating the reflection of the buildings on either side as it flickered and shimmered on the water.
“This is nice,” Meg said, snuggling against Brian’s side. He put his arm around her and squeezed her a little.
“Very nice.”
He took a deep breath and decided there was no better time to do what he’d been contemplating since she’d suggested walking to the river. He reached his hand across to lightly, gently touch her chin, turning her face to his. He heard her breath catch, and felt a shiver at the small smile on her lips as she tipped her face up to meet his lips. This was a different kiss than the light smooch he’d given her that first night. This kiss had some heat, some intention. And it lasted long enough for both of them to find themselves moving to get closer together. Meg decided it would be a bad move to unsnap Brian’s coat so she could put her arms inside, but it was very tempting. Over the course of several minutes, they became more relaxed, their kisses more fluid, as they learned the shape of eachother’s lips and mouths, and began to lose themselves in the moment and each other. Meg felt Brian cup her face in both hands. She had always wanted a man to do that, and it felt as loving as she’d always imagined it would. She shivered.
“You getting cold?” He asked, solicitous and concerned.
“No,” she smiled. “I’m not cold.”
“Maybe we should go get that drink.”
“Sounds good.”
Once again, he put his hands in his pockets and she took his arm as they walked. Brian was a little self-conscious – and a bit uncomfortable, to be honest – and glad that his shearling coat was thigh-length. Those had been some really nice kisses. He tried not to think about it, but he wondered what might happen when he walked her home.
The bar they chose had a lot of chrome and colored lights and, although there was no dance floor, the music was a little loud for conversation. Brian didn’t mind as much as he might have, because it meant they had to sit very close together and lean in. They managed to thoroughly discuss the movie that way, and Brian also took a few opportunities to kiss Meg when they presented themselves.
When they finished their drinks, they decided to head back to the El. They kicked around the idea of having another drink at Molly’s but, in truth, they both preferred to be alone together. And they were both spending more time thinking about the idea of being alone together in private.
Reaching Meg’s El stop, they descended the stairs to the street and walked, again hand in hand, the two blocks to her apartment. They were laughing and joking, now in a bit sillier mood than they’d been in at the bar. In part, that was because they were both self-conscious about how the night was going to end.
Meg had decided that she was going to invite Brian up to her apartment for a drink. That was the oldest line in the book, but it was also by far the most successful, and he was definitely giving her signals that he’d say yes. So, when they reached her stoop, she turned to him.
“I have some RumChata, if you’d like to come up.”
He made a face. “Um… I’d really like to come up, but I need to admit that I have no idea what RumChata is.”
She laughed as she turned to climb the steps to the door. “Come on up and find out.”
“Am I going to have to talk about it in Confession?” He asked, suddenly feeling very flirty.
“Are you Catholic?”
“No.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” she smiled, winking as she unlocked the door. He was beginning to be glad for the length of his coat again.
Brian followed Meg up the creaky stairs to her apartment, trying to be quiet but finding it difficult because there didn’t seem to be anywhere he could step that didn’t make a squeak. Even the banister squeaked as he held it. “Noisy stairs,” he whispered loudly.
“I know. We’re all used to it. No secrets in this building, I’m afraid.”
Meg’s apartment was tiny, but very comfortable. She had just enough room in her living area for a large, deep couch with lots of throw pillows and a small coffee table in front of it, facing an entertainment center. The first thing Brian noticed when she flicked on a lamp on the sole side table was that she had the latest gaming system – one version newer than the one he had.
“You have the PlayBox 5!”
“Yeah, I do. And not only that,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at him, “but I have the new BattleGround Jupiter.” She held up the plastic case for a game disc.
“Get outta here! Have you played? How is it?”
“If you want, we can play it right now. But it’s gonna have to be on low volume. The walls are pretty thin, and my neighbors are light sleepers. I usually wear headphones when I play.”
“I’m so in! I can be quiet,” Brian said, his face lit up like a child’s and his excited whisper full of eagerness.
“You set it up. I’ll get the drinks.”
“So it’s a drink. That- thing you said.”
“RumChata. You’ll love it.”
Meg came to sit next to Brian just as he had the game up on the TV screen and had programmed it for two players. He handed Meg a controller and she handed him a glass with a milky, caramel-colored beverage over a couple of ice cubes. Clinking their glasses together, they each took a sip.
“Oh, that’s good,” Brian said.
“I thought you’d like it. Now, you ready to get humiliated?”
“Oh, I don’t think so. I have played BattleGround Jupiter before.”
“All right. Show me whatcha got, hotshot.”
They set their drinks down on the coffee table and began to play. It was hard to keep quiet, because they were both pretty good at the game, which made it a challenge, and they were both competitive. They’d been playing for about half an hour when they came to the last point.
“OK, here we go. This is it. Winner becomes the ruler of the entire planet, and all its moons,” Meg said. The score was even.
Brian sat back and finished his drink, a contemplative look on his face. “Like that’s a prize. I’m thinking we should up the stakes.”
Meg raised an eyebrow. “What’s better than ruling Jupiter?”
“I’m glad you asked, young Paduan. Kissing. Kissing the ruler of Jupiter.”
“Really.”
“Oh, yes. So I’m thinking that, if you win, I have to kiss the ruler of Jupiter. And, if I win, you do.”
She tilted her head, a quizzical expression on her face. “But, if…”
“What, are you chicken?” He smiled that irresistible smile, but with a definite amorous edge.
Meg couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She put a hand over her mouth, then leaned toward Brian, whispering, “You’re on. Prepare to kiss the ruler of Jupiter.”
“Yeah, put your lasers where your mouth is.”
Once the game restarted, it took Brian about five seconds to become the ruler of Jupiter, and all its moons. Meg collapsed against the backrest of the couch, letting her game controller fall to the tabletop.
“Oh, that was painful.”
“Yes, I’m sure it was.”
He set his game controller on the coffee table and turned his body toward her. “You ready to pay up?”
She heaved a melodramatic sigh and sat up, turning toward him. “If I must.”
“Well, if you really don’t want to kiss the ruler of Jupiter…”
“Actually, I kind of do want to kiss the ruler of Jupiter.”
“Then get over here.”
It didn’t take very long for the kisses between Brian and Meg to get serious. They’d both been thinking about seriously kissing each other for the past several hours. Within a short time, they were lying side by side on the couch, which required a fair amount of teamwork given that the couch, though deep, was still not entirely wide enough for them both. Over the course of several adjustments in their arrangements, some having to do with comfort but more having to do with… positioning, Meg found herself essentially on her back with Brian on his side next to her. He was getting progressively bolder with his stroking of her fuzzy sweater.
“I really like how this sweater feels,” he murmured, playing with one of the buttons.
“Yeah? I was hoping you would like it,” she breathed.
“I do.”
“I was kinda hoping, with the buttons, you might… wanna take it off,” Meg risked.
“Were you?” Brian chuckled, recapturing her lips as he unbuttoned the button he’d been playing with.
“Kinda how I roll,” she giggled.
By the time Brian left Meg’s apartment that night, he thought he might be in love. And he definitely had a serious thing for pink, fuzzy sweaters.
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Fast Facts:
The fact that his smile comes easily and he carries the air of someone who is recklessly optimistic lowkey buries the fact that Gerard is actually very self-critical. Never mind if anyone else is expecting greatness from him — he expects greatness from himself. He’s constantly analyzing whether or not he’s doing his very best, if he’s doing the absolute most.
Gerard’s morality has always been in broad strokes. He has no patience for the intricacies (or, as he calls it, excuses) that come in argument about making the world a better place. ‘Muhmuhmuh, but it’s going to inconvenience my way of life and destabilize the government and also maybe I might get hurt trying to help’ — so what? Do it anyways!
Gerard’s best quality is kindness. His body may be made of hard lines and harder bulk, but his eyes and heart are soft. People love to mistake his quiet disposition for brooding, but in reality he’s just constantly trying to figure out the best words to say. Sure, he often needs to take a recharge nap after spending time with others, but that’s because he spends his social energy giving and giving and giving.
There’s a quiet arrogance in Gerard that isn’t immediately apparent to anyone other than those who care for his well-being. It manifests in the durable way he carries himself, in the way he doesn’t flinch at the idea of putting his life on the line.
Rumors:
The Good —”Scottish weather a bit too nippy for your liking? Head over to the Three Broomsticks for a nice warm butterbeer and a nice hot security guard!” Madam Puddifoot might be bitter about most of her teenage clientele now preferring to go over to the other establishment… if she wasn’t such a newly frequent visitor herself. And did you hear? If you pretend that you’re too zonked to make it back to the castle, he just might carry you there and quietly lecture you about ‘knowing your limits’ in that sultry French accent himself!
The Bad — The new Broomsticks bouncer’s a little paranoid. Like, okay, sure, his previous profession before was literally making sure things were as secure as possible, but sometimes it feels like he takes things pretty far? Late calls at the pub have seen him fortifying its walls with all sorts of enchantments before closing up. Curious eyes can never figure out where he actually lives, because he always takes different routes back home. And good luck trying to eavesdrop on him and his sister. Eddie Firkenstlow once saw the Dubois siblings discussing something together in French, but as soon as one of the Black sisters came in (known for being fluent in the language as well) they instantly switched to Arabic without so much as a blink — midsentence.
The False (Possibly? Who knows, nobody can get a straight answer out of them!) — The Dubois siblings moved from France because they were disowned by their parents. The Dubois siblings are actually on the run from the French Ministry because Gerard stole fifteen thousand galleons from the Banque de Durand. The Dubois siblings are spies sent to make sure the war stays more or less contained in Britain. Nobody really knows why two fairly prominent French wizards decided to quit their prestigious jobs and quite literally sail to London — and if you ask, you’ll just end up more confused.
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Dance - March Klance Prompts from MonthlyKlance - Day 18
Day 18 – Dance
Lance straightened the bow tie on Keith's sort-of-tux.
"There." He smiled over at the other boy who was blushing like crazy and looked so uncomfortable in the get up that it wasn't even funny. "You look nice." Lance offered trying to help.
"Sure." Keith practically collapsed in on himself in discomfort. "I feel like an idiot. This is not me."
"Then pretend to be someone else." Lance offered back with a smile. "Someone suave and sophisticated and who looks awesome in a tux…oh hey, just pretend to be me." Lance did a quick spin turn and finished with finger guns. It had the desired effect as Keith choked on laughter, sputtering something about hell freezing over.
"It's like going to prom." Shiro declared from the other side of the room. He looked stunning in his solid black tux and black tie. But he was also wearing a frown.
"What you didn't like prom? I figured you would have been the Prom King?" Lance puzzled.
"I was." Shiro blushed.
Hunk chuckled, "I can totally get why, you were their golden boy."
"But then why didn't you like it? I would have loved to have been Prom King." Lance asked eyes full of stars.
"Well, I…it…um…so as the guy that was supposed to be the Prom King, I was pretty much expected to take the girl that was supposed to be the Prom Queen." Shiro managed.
"You took a girl to prom." Keith stared eyes wide.
"Yeah. I did. I thought we could go, as friends, and just have fun and get pictures and not worry about it." Shiro ducked his head and rubbed the back of his neck. "She had, um…other expectations."
"How? I mean didn't she know?" Pidge had wandered in and joined the conversation. She was wearing a tux that Coran had altered for her. The pants legs were overly wide, and the jacket cropped at the waist. It was actually darling on her.
"I told her. I just guess she didn't believe me or thought she was going to turn me straight or something?" Shiro blushed even harder when Lance practically fell over laughing. "Yeah, that didn't work out so well. She really didn't like me after she caught me making out with someone else in the hall." Keith snorted.
"You were the Prom King, ditched your crazy Prom Queen and hooked up with someone else? Sounds like a great Prom!" Lance giggled.
"So, Keith, how was your Prom?" Hunk asked trying to give Shiro a break from blushing.
"I didn't go." Keith frowned. "I don't like dances or dancing or dressing up or that many people."
"Okay, antisocial Emo boy skips Prom. Not the most shocking headline ever." Lance teased, though he sounded almost sad.
"So, what was your Prom like, we know you weren't the King." Keith turned back to Lance.
"My Prom was awesome and awesome." Lance smiled easily. "Me and my good buddy Hunk here went together."
"You were his Prom date?" Keith raised an eyebrow at Hunk.
"Sort of." Hunk smiled fondly at Lance. "I didn't have a date."
"Their loss, my gain!" Lance chirped.
"And Lance couldn't pick a date." Hunk laughed elbowing his friend. "So, he suggested we go together, and I have to admit we had a great time. Lance is a pretty good date."
"I am a great date. I brought flowers." Lance corrected.
"Yes, a great date. He did bring a boutonniere and he made sure I had fun the entire night. We danced - he had me dancing with all kinds of girls and he was dancing with everyone. I'd been to that kind of thing before and just ended up being a wallflower, but not with Lance around."
"Shiro, you may have ditched your date, but Hunk and I, we stole so many hearts that night it was a felony." Lance joked complete with crazy eyebrow wiggles.
Pidge snorted.
"Sorry, Pidgie, you weren't there for Prom, were you?" Lance turned regretful eyes to the Green Paladin.
"She's been to Prom." Shiro looked over suddenly amused.
"Yes. I have been." She answered mysteriously.
"How and why do you know?" Lance looked confused.
"Matt took her." Shiro supplied. "He told me about it."
"Really? Why? I mean, you're great and all, but you're his sister." Lance looked dumbfounded, no doubt imaging taking one of his siblings.
"His date dumped him, literally the day before Prom." She supplied, her smile was sad but fond. "He'd already made reservations that couldn't be cancelled, had a limo and a tux and the whole nine yards and she dropped him for a football star." Pidge sniffed her distaste.
"That is cold." Hunk sighed.
"Yeah, but Matt, he's not the type to let someone get the best of him. So, he knocked on my door, and asked me to accompany him to the Prom. I was going through a phase, so I happened to have something to wear." Pidge blushed a little.
"Wait. What kind of phase?"
"I believe Matt called it the Disney Princess years." Shiro supplied slyly and Pidge chucked a comb at him. He dodged it easily laughing. "The dress was lovely Pidge, you looked nice in green then too."
Pidge smirked mollified for now, "Anyway, he was sweet, and I had a good time and that bi…"
"Language!"
"Not nice person,” Pidge correct with an eyeroll, "got drunk on spiked punch and spent most of the evening puking in the bushes outside."
"You spiked the punch didn't you." Keith stated looking over at her grin.
"There is no proof."
"Proof of what?" Allura asked as she breezed into the room. The pink ball gown she wore would put Cinderella to shame.
"Wow!" Lance jumped up. "You look beautiful!"
"Don't drool." Pidge elbowed him.
"Thank you, Lance." Allura smiled at him. "You all look wonderful as well. Are we ready?"
"Do I get to dance with you?" Lance asked with a wink.
"I'm afraid not. As the official negotiator of the alliance we propose, I am not permitted to enjoy the dancing, I must sit at the negotiation table. It is up to you all to mingle and dance and make friends with the people of Umbelan."
"So, we have to dance?" Keith asked.
And at the same time, "I'm sorry you'll miss the fun." from Lance
"Yes, you must dance. Thank you again Lance, but there will be other parties. The people of Umbelan are convinced that dances are the best way to get to know anyone. You will be observed by many and asked to dance many times. The dances are simple, and they are aware you are not from their planet and will not be familiar with them, so do not be worried about being judged for your dancing talents." Allura gave Keith a soft smile as he was clearly uncomfortable. "Use the dance time to talk and get to know whomever you dance with. It is expected that you will ask them questions as well as answer questions that they have for you."
"Great." Keith muttered.
"Keith, if you could at least do, two dances?" Allura offered. It was clear the situation was distressing for him, under his usual forceful nature was an undercurrent of uncertainty and genuine discomfort.
"Okay. I can do that." When he met her eyes there was gratitude there and she smiled back at him.
She did not miss the look of relief on Shiro's face or the way Lance's shoulders relaxed.
Lance's first dance was with an older Umbelan. She said she was an ambassador for a nearby planet. She asked him about the alliance and what planets he had visited and about earth and its culture. No military secrets, just diplomatic questions about languages and cheeseburgers. Lance smiled and laughed and when it was his turn, he asked about the dancing custom and manners and what was okay to ask and what wasn't. By the time they had finished the dance, Lance bowed gratefully, he felt like they had both learned a lot. He didn't have to look far for his next partner. A smiling young man was waiting to step up.
"Hi, I'm Rex." He bowed.
"Lance." Lance bowed back and moved to take his partner’s hands as the dance began. He found the steps easy enough and was soon able to focus on his dancing partner.
"You learn fast." He complimented.
"Thanks, I like dancing." Lance smiled easily.
"So, I'm Rex, like I said already. My mom is a general in our military. She's in charge of security tonight." He offered. "So um, you're the Blue paladin?"
"Yes. I pilot Blue. She is awesome, one of the legs."
"So, the lion is a she? Does she talk to you?" Rex asked eyes wide.
"Yeah, I feel like she's a she and she doesn't like talk out load, more like in my head." Lance tapped the side of his head with his finger.
"That must be weird." Rex frowned.
"Sure, but no weirder than finding out about this war and fighting Galra and 10,000-year-old evil guys." Lance shrugged.
"So, your planet did not have space travel?"
"Well, yes, but very limited. Nothing like what Blue or the Castle of Lions are capable of doing. We didn't really even know there were other inhabited planets. So, coming out here was a really shock." Lance laughed a little. The young man across from him was purple, as all the male Umbelans were. They were basically humanoid in shape, but about an average six inches taller and completely covered in fur. His fur was shaved short over his face and neck, but long at the top of his head which was plaited into a long braid that hung past his shoulders. The shaving of the furs seemed to vary a lot between individuals and offered a lot of variety in hair styles. He wore a plain black tunic that hung past his knees and was belted with a simple gold cord. Clothing seemed to be more uniform and functional.
"That would be a shock. I've grown up around space and wars. I think it might be nice to not have to focus on anything like that for once. Mom is always so worried about what might happen and planning for the worst." He rolled his deep blue eyes. "I love her, but I don't think she has any idea how to relax."
"What kind of things do you do to relax?" Lance asked.
"Oh well, I love painting and riding Herxbirds." Rex smiled.
"What's a herxbird?"
"Well, they are about half the size of your lion and covered in fur that is super long and soft. They come in all colors and have big leathery wings, two on each side and four legs. Their heads are long and narrow and the have big noses and tongues. We strap a seat onto their backs, and you can ride them. They are trained to follow commands, but really good riders learn to communicate with them with their minds." Rex explained excitedly. It was clear that he was really into this.
"I would love to see one, sounds like a giant horse with bat wings." Lance returned the excitement level. He was setting up a time to go flying with Rex when something caught his eye. Keith was dancing with a very large Umbelan male. The guy was a foot taller than Keith. This fur was shaved short in a stripe between his eyes and down to his chin. There were several small braids hanging from his chin. And Keith, well Keith just looked pissed. He wasn't talking, he was barely moving and everything about his body screamed he didn't want to be there.
"Who's that?" Lance asked Rex, not really an appropriate question, but his worry over rode any worry about decorum.
"Oh, that's General Wythop." Rex answered with a sneer.
"Don't like him?" Lance turned with concern.
"No. He's a pompous ass." Rex frowned. "He danced the first dance with your friend, he shouldn't still have him."
"Oh." Lance looked over even more concerned.
"I would get him out of there if you could. Wythop has a lot of power in the government. And…" Rex seemed to shrink back into himself.
"What? And what?" Lance pressed something dark circling in his gut.
"He's…um…forward?" Rex's face turned a shade of green. Lance wasn't sure if he was blushing or nauseous.
"Forward? Like pushy or mouthy or forward like he's capable of hurting my friend." Lance asked turning serious.
"I…we should get your friend away from him." Rex looked down. "No one's ever come forward to speak against him, but there are rumors."
"Okay, well Allura, told Keith he only had to do two dances, so after this one, he should be out of there. I'll keep an eye on him. Thanks for the dance, Rex, and I do hope to see one of those Herxbirds tomorrow."
The song ended and Rex bowed to Lance and Lance returned the gesture. He turned to watch Wythop bow to Keith and Keith glare back at him. The Ubelam had Keith's wrist grasped firmly in his hand and was not letting him go. Keith frowned and tugged and the Ubelam said something while frowning. Keith looked down at the floor with another glare and the next song started. Wythop grabbing Keith's other arm and starting the dance. Keith didn't even pretend to move. He just stood there and didn't speak.
Lance frowned and scanned the crowd. He saw Pidge over by the punch bowl and rushed over to his side, apologizing to the young woman that had started to walk up to him with a grin and a wave. He practically grabbed Pidge and pulled her out onto the dance floor.
"Lance!" She protested trying to pull away.
"Shush." He whispered, getting her attention. He watched the dancers around him and soon fell into the appropriate steps for the song. Pidge struggled but tried to match. "We have an issue."
"What?" Pidge narrowed her eyes and looked around.
"See that guy with Keith?" Lance asked quietly maneuvering so that she could see them over his shoulder.
"Why is he even still dancing?" Pidge asked frowning. She knew he didn't want to be out there, and he'd filled his quota.
"I don't think that guy let him go. He had ahold of his arm when the last song ended." Lance frowned. "The guy I was dancing with explained he's a real jerk and we ought to get Keith out of there, but he's also really high up in the government. So, we need to get Keith away without letting him know that's what we are doing and not piss him off."
Pidge nodded agreeing with the plan so far, "So, what do you have in mind?"
"Going to break in at the end of the next dance. Accuse Keith of hogging the General and say that he forgot he promised to dance with you. Then you use the next song to dance him out of here and figure out what exactly is going on." Lance plotted.
"Yeah, and what about you?" Pidge narrowed her eyes.
"I'll just dance with General Pushyface there and then when the song ends explain I have to go and that will be that." Lance nodded.
"Okay, but aren't we getting Keith away because the General might be dangerous? Why is the plan for you to put yourself in danger instead?" Pidge hissed.
"Well, I'm better with people. I'm sure I can talk my way out and if not, Shiro and Allura are like right here, I'm pretty sure a good yell for help and they'd be right on the guy."
Pidge nodded slowly. She didn't like it, but she didn't have a better plan. "Okay, I'll do it, but if Keith says anything wonky, we are going straight to Allura and if you don't get out of that dance at the end of the song, I'm sending Shiro over."
Lance smiled, "Okay Pidge."
Lance moved them across the floor until when the song ended, they were right next to Keith and the General. When the guy bowed and still held Keith's arm again, Lance went into action.
"Oh, hey Keith!" Lance moved to stand between them. "You have totally been hogging this big guy's time. That is not good manners, man." Lance winked at the general. "On top of that you promised Pidge a dance and she's pretty upset."
Pidge put on one of her angry faces and crossed her arms and tapped her foot.
Keith looked completely confused and when he got Pidge's glare, he sputtered an apology. The general's grip had loosened on Keith's arm in the confusion and Lance slipped his hand in between, pulling the general's hand into his.
"Go on, Keith. I've been waiting for my chance to dance with General Wythop here." Lance waved his other hand at him over his shoulder dismissing him. Keith frowned and glared back at the general while Pidge slipped in front of him and pulled him away.
Lance pretended not to notice the glare the general was now directing at him. He didn't however appreciate the near bruising grip the guy had on his hands.
"Hey, big guy, lighten up." Lance tried to wiggle his fingers to loosen the general's grip.
The general narrowed his eyes and tightened the grip, stopping Lance from moving his hands at all and smiling at the wince he saw in the young man's face.
"Why did you interrupt my dance?" He growled.
"Oh, well, I'm sorry. As I understood, it wasn't nice to keep the same partner dance after dance." Lance answered evenly.
"It's also not nice to interrupt or to not answer questions. Your friend was quite rude to me. He wouldn't talk or dance." The general growled, looking down at Lance.
"You are in luck because I love to talk and dance." Lance plastered the best fake smile he could. This guy was giving him some serious creeps.
"Perhaps." The general smiled then, and it was not pleasant. "Please tell me about the Castle of Lion's defensive capabilities."
"Oh, hey now, that's like top secret military stuff, man. If you are a spy you need to work on subtlety." Lance blanched.
"This is supposed to be an open discussion. I think I find you paladins to be closed and defensive. I'm not sure I can vote in favor of an alliance." The guy had the nerve to tighten his grip even further and Lance ground his teeth together feeling the bones in his wrist grind together unpleasantly.
"Now don't be that way. I'm sure there is something we can talk about. For instance, the Castle of Lions has some great medical technology that I know Coran will be happy to discuss with your people and very efficient food production. You must understand handing out a list of our defenses to just anyone isn't feasible. You wouldn't hand me the defensive playbook for your team either." Lance tried to reason out of the anger he could feel building in the other guy.
"I don't know what this playbook is that you speak about, but I assure you that I am not playing." The general growled and Lance realized he'd been moving him slowly to the edge of the crowd. "I want you to call your friend back. I was not done talking with him and he owes me a proper dance. I will not let him leave until he has satisfied my demands."
"That is just really not going to happen. If you keep this up, we are going to have a situation here. I mean, have you seen the Black Paladin. You do not want to mess with Space Dad." Lance pulled uncomfortably at his wrists, his hands were turning purple and tingling from lack of blood flow.
"I don't care about your father or the Black Paladin. I am not afraid. Get your friend now." The general growled. Lance started to respond when the jerk twisted his left wrist sharply and Lance was certain he actually heard the bone snap.
"Let me go! That's enough." Lance pulled away with his other wrist, his eyes flashed angrily.
"No." The general sneered squeezing his broken wrist so hard that Lance felt his knees go weak and struggled to stay standing.
"You have like two ticks and then I'm yelling, and you can explain." Lance spat, his eyes dancing with spots.
"Scream. No one will hear you in here." The general laughed and Lance realized they had entered a hall.
He looked around wondering if anyone could hear him. After all he could be pretty loud, and the guy might be bluffing. Talking a deep breath, he screamed at the top of his lungs.
"LET ME GO!"
The general growled and letting go of his broken wrist swung a fist into Lance's stomach knocking the air out of him. After a few ticks when no one came, the general laughed and hit Lance again.
"See. No one heard. Now take me to your friend." He pulled Lance up by his good wrist and lifted him off the ground.
Lance groaned, but he'd seen movement behind the general. Someone had heard him.
"No." Lance spat and the general shook him by his arm. The pop that sounded from his shoulder seemed really unfortunate to Lance. He saw movement again. His breath was coming in gasps from the pain and he was having trouble keeping track, but if someone was back there to help, then he needed to give them an opening and maybe get out of the line of fire. Gritting his teeth against the pain he knew it would cause he swung himself back and kicked forward with all his might, aiming for what he hoped was a sensitive spot on the Ubelam people. Apparently, it was. The general's face turned a shade of blue and he flung Lance away from him. Lance collided with a wall and slid to a stop at its base, not moving.
"Lance!" Pidge's voice echoed as she ran for him. The general turned to grab her and was surprised when his hand went straight through the hologram.
"Hey, asshole." Keith appeared from around a corner, bayard drawn.
"There you are." The general growled. "We could have been friends. Why do you insist on making this difficult? Perhaps you just enjoy pain."
"You aren't interested in being friends and I'm not interested in what you are offering." Keith spat.
"Well come on then, if you think you can take me." The general crouched into a defensive posture drawing a large knife.
"Oh, I'm not going to attack you. I'm the distraction." Keith grinned as the Green bayard connected with the general's back sending jolts of energy convulsing through his body. When he fell to the ground Pidge was standing behind him willing the bayard to shock him into unconsciousness.
"Nice, Pidge." Keith complimented as he passed the fallen general on his way to Lance.
Pidge kicked the guy in the knee for good measure as she went to join Keith.
Lance was groaning and moving when they got to his side.
"Oh hey." Lance winced. "This prom sucks, can we go home."
Keith smiled softy and Pidge smirked.
"Come, on." Keith managed to get under Lance's good shoulder and help him up. Pidge snaked an arm around his waist.
"Let's let Shiro know what is going on and get you back to the castle." Pidge spoke softly eyeing his obviously broken wrist and the bruises forming.
Lance nodded.
"Now you know why I don't like dances." Keith muttered.
"Seriously, this is why you don't like dances? This has happened before?" Lance asked eyes wide.
"No, I mean, sort of, she wasn't that big, but she had some seriously sharp nails and promised to ruin my reputation at school." Keith answered blushing.
"I." Lance blinked mouth opening and closing. "That sucks." He finally managed.
"Yeah it would, but I totally just made that up." Keith looked over at Lance face bland. "Seriously, I'm just a bad dancer and I don't like doing it."
Pidge snorted and burst out laughing.
Lance shook his head, "Okay, you got me. Thanks for confusing the guy with the concussion."
"Sorry." Keith smiled.
"No, you aren't." Lance huffed. "Just for that, you owe me a dance."
Keith's smile softened and he met his eyes, "I owe you more than that. Thank you."
"Yeah well, I'll be cashing in on this dance, don't forget." Lance leaned further against Keith as they entered the ballroom. He could hear Shiro yell over the crowd and Allura demanding answers. He caught Rex's wide eyes and the young man nodded to him. It was going to work out.
Keith leaned over to whisper into his ear, "I'd like dancing with you I think."
Lance smiled feeling a blush rise in his cheeks, yeah it was all going to work out just fine.
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