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hebuiltfive · 11 months ago

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dreamer: [character] talks in their sleep. With Jeff

Hello, again! Back with another sickness prompt. This one was an interesting one to write. It went nowhere I had planned it to, but it ended up being sweet (and sad, sorry!). Hope you enjoy it, @janetm74!

Warnings for this one: a couple of swear words and brief discussions of death. Nothing major, but just covering my butt.

Dreamer (feat. Jeff)

Virgil had been tending to him all night. Going by the dark circles under his brother’s eyes and his hair that had been clearly disheveled from hands being run through it constantly, Scott would have unhappily bet that Virgil hadn’t left Jeff’s bedside since Scott had left him in the early hours of the morning.

That wouldn’t do.

He laid a hand upon his brother’s back before gently coaxing him into getting some food and some well-deserved rest. Virgil protested, of course, but Scott was able to alleviate any worries with a few simple words.

I can take it from here, Virg. Don’t worry, I’ll watch over him. He’s safe.

Whether it was down to tiredness, hunger or a mixture of the two, Virgil relented vigil duty to his older brother and went off in search of the sustenance and rest he so desperately needed. Scott hoped he wouldn’t see him return to their father’s room until at least the evening, though he was certain that was wishful thinking.

In the vacated seat, Scott sat. He checked over holo-files that detailed his father’s condition. Normally, for minor injuries and illnesses, Grandma wouldn’t bother with all the official mumbo jumbo of paperwork, but given Dad’s recent stint in space, she had thought it better to keep an eye on him properly. Scott had, at first, disagreed. After all, how bad could a cold get? Not even a day later was he regretting that question.

Jeff’s fever had spiked astronomically and he’d been out for the count for days afterwards. Virgil had fought alongside Scott in getting Grandma to allow Jeff to stay in his room. So often was Dad visiting hospitals these days, the last thing Scott wanted was for him to feel unsettled when he eventually woke up.

Gordon had claimed that Jeff had been lucid once throughout the last few, painful days, but Virgil had brushed it off as nonsense. Scott wasn’t sure what to believe. All he knew was that his father lay sweating in a bed over an illness that Jeff would have once not even batted an eyelid at. Eight years in space and now a single, pathetic cold took him out. Scott foolishly hoped that it was a one-off whilst his body became used to everything again. He feared it wasn’t.

The Squid had been right, it seemed, as Jeff woke hours later, fully lucid but still incredibly sick. Virgil had offered unnecessary apologies to Gordon, who simply shrugged them off. Grandma had made sure Dad received enough soup — lovingly made and sent by Penelope as a ‘get well soon’ gift — and told the boys to allow him to sleep the rest of the illness off.

Jeff hadn’t yet reawakened, but his vitals seemed to be holding steadily normal again.

Scott took a look at his father, brushing hair back from his forehead and ignoring how he was still a little too hot. He looked so peacefully sleeping. Knowing it was a normal slumber and not one brought on by his body going into shut-down had Scott a little less tense than his last visit, but he was still understandably shaken.

They had got Dad home only to nearly lose him again to something so mundane. That wasn’t poetry or irony, or anything else fancy that John had tried to pass it off as. It was just shit. Unfair shit that neither Dad, nor any of them, deserved.

Scott flicked the device from Jeff’s readouts — he couldn’t understand half of that jargon anyway — and turned his attention to some much needed work. International Rescue was still, somehow, operating with half of them tending to Jeff, and that meant reports needed writing up.

He was just about to start one for Alan’s recent Mars mission when Jeff began to mumble something.

At first, Scott thought he was awake and was wanting water, but he soon realised that he was still fast asleep. Scott attempted to go back to his reports, but that would prove futile. He became far too distracted by Jeff’s sleep ramblings.

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Gran Roca Ranch stood proud against the rusty backdrop of the Kansas plaines. The summer mid-west heat was stifling. He must have been mad to leave the cool, air-conditioned ranch, but she was calling to him. From the distance, beyond the plains and canyons, a familiar, sweet-toned voice beckoned him to join her.

It helped with the pain, to be far away. Jeff knew none of it was real, knew it was all but a dream, and that his true, physical body was somewhere else, battling an illness that shouldn’t have been this hard to fight.

That knowledge didn’t stop him from running, however.

From flying.

He found her by a nearby plateau, standing on the edge of the rock and staring out at the great expanse beyond. She wore a familiar long, flowing cream dress, dotted with flowers, that blew in a wind that Jeff couldn’t feel.

“Here you are again,” Lucille proclaimed fondly, turning to face him with an outstretched hand.

“Here I am again.” Jeff repeated, taking her hand and closing the distance between them with a hug. It felt so real, so right, and if he truly wanted to he could probably have willed himself to stay there forever.

“The last time you were here, you were still stuck on some barren rock.” Lucille guided him toward the edge of the plateau where she sat, her legs dangling over and swinging gently.

“The boys. They got me home.”

“I told you they would.”

He had often visited her in the tougher moments of his unintentional exile. He hadn’t been surprised to be greeted by her again.

Jeff matched her soft smile, following her lead and sitting down beside her. For an unknown amount of time — because who truly understands the mechanics of a dreams — they sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company just as they had so often when she had been alive.

“They thought they were going to lose me again, Luce.” Jeff eventually admitted. After all, she was the only one he could fully open up to, even after all these years and a whole void between them. “I heard them talking. I heard them fretting.” He sighed. “I fear they’ll wrap me in cotton wool and never let me leave the island again.” His joke was accompanied with a chuckle.

Lucille laced her fingers with his, her head resting on his shoulder as she released her own laugh. “Would you blame them if they did?”

“No. No, I guess I wouldn’t.” Jeff gently squeezed her hand. “I guess I’m just worried that I’m causing more trouble by being home than—”

“Jefferson Tracy, you stop that train of thoughts right now.”

He did, without hesitation and with extremely apologetic eyes darting over to glance over her face. Her beautiful, un-ageing face.

Jeff lifted a finger to stroke her cheek. “You’ve got to tell me your skin-care routine, Luce. At this rate, people will mistake me for your father.”

Lucille batted his arm at that, though her smile was still shining brightly. “Don’t try and change the topic.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

“Yes, you were. You knew exactly what I was going to say, you just don’t want to hear it.”

“Oh, really? And what was it you were going to tell me?”

“That the boys would never see you as a burden, Jeff. They spent the last eight years mourning you. Do you really think they’d put in all that effort to rescue you, only to not want to care for you? They love you.”

“I caused them such a panic. God, I could have given Ma a heart failure from all this stress.”

“Maybe, but you know how strong your mother is. How strong our boys are.”

“They shouldn’t have to be strong, not for me.”

“Nevertheless,” Lucille was determined to finish her point, “it couldn’t be helped. Put yourself in their shoes for a moment. If what happened to you happened to one of them —to your ma, to one of the boys — what would you have done? What would you have thought?”

Lucille allowed Jeff to imagine. In his dream-state, he wasn’t able to fully control his thoughts and ended up vividly picturing the scene — of himself sitting in the chair beside one of his son’s beds, carefully and gently tending to them. He couldn’t bare the sight, but at the same time, Jeff knew he would have done anything, gone through anything, to be there. To help them.

“You being home was the one miracle none of them ever truly believed would come true, Jeff.” Lucille continued. “Do not ever think that it was a mistake.”

He knew she was right, not only because he felt it deep within him but because Lucille was always right. Apparently that gift was something she carried into the after-life.

“I miss you, Luce.”

“I miss you too.”

“The boys miss you.”

“They have you now, back home with them.”

“Would it be too much to ask the universe for one more miracle, to return you to us as well?” Jeff joked though he wished he could have meant every word.

Lucille laughed, squeezing Jeff’s hand once again. “We’ll all be a family again one day, Jeff, but not for a very long time.”

It both pained him and filled him with relief.

“But for now, rest with me for a little longer. Scott will be waiting for you when you wake up.”

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Scott had long since put down his report and was sitting on the side of Jeff’s bed, his father’s hand gently cradled in his. His blue eyes had leaked tears. He couldn’t hear the other-side of the conversation, and even Dad’s words were no more than an unintelligible mumble, but he knew who he was dreaming about. Who he was talking to.

He wondered what adventure his parents were on, if any at all given the amount of talking Dad was doing. Scott frowned. Some of the truths that had come out of his father’s lips had been tough to hear. Did he really see himself as a burden to them? Scott couldn’t allow that. He’d have to make sure he worked extra hard to dispel those thoughts. Having Dad home was nothing short of a miracle — a word that was used minutes later by Jeff himself — and he was going to make sure his father understood that.

It was hard not to overthink the brief sentences of a one-sided conversation his father was having in his dream. Virgil would probably be getting the low-down later on, not only for Dad’s sake — because Scott doubted Dad would open up about those worries he’d been mumbling about to any of them — but also for himself. There was something melancholic hearing Dad talking to Mom again, even if none of it was real. Add in Jeff’s words and Scott found more salty tears running down his cheeks.

Had he failed him so bad that now Dad didn’t feel like he belonged home?

Worse than that, how was Scott going to approach talking to Dad about it without letting him know he was eavesdropping into a half conversation from his dream?

His worries floated away when John appeared in the doorway, allowing the crack of light from the outdoor hallway to flood through. Scott waved his brother over and John quietly took the seat in Scott’s vacated chair.

They sat together in companionable silence until Jeff finally roused from his slumber. Despite John’s attempts to stop him, Scott launched himself at his father, holding onto him tightly as though he feared he’d slip away from him again. Jeff seemed to understand, returning his son’s ferocious hug with as much strength as he could muster.

Words would be said and discussions had, but for now the simple action of a hug seemed to convey enough.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #ask game #sickness prompts #five answers #jeff tracy #scott tracy #lucille tracy #five fics

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cwritesforfun · 2 years ago

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Harry Styles x Anyone: Scared of Storms

Harry is scared of storms. You are married to him and you have 2 kids.

No gender specific pronouns used!!! Y/N = Your Name L/N = Last Name D/N = Daughter's Name

kY/N's POV

I woke up to my phone buzzing really loud. I see that it's midnight.What is this warning about? I click it and see Severe Thunderstorm Warning including large hail, intense tornadoes, and damaged wind gusts to last until 1:30am! Move to a basement or an interior room on the lowest floor of a sturdy building. Avoid windows. If you are outdoors, in a mobile home, or in a vehicle, move to the closest substantial shelter. After reading it, I look over to Harry. Sh**! He doesn't do well with storms! He's curled up and his hands are around his head. Poor baby :( I gently move my hand over his and whisper "Hey baby. Why didn't you wake me?" He moves his hands off his head and says "I just didn't want to bother you. You were deep asleep. I wanted you to have a good night's sleep." I reply "Baby, we're married. My problems are your problems. Please wake me next time." He nods and I ask "Wanna cuddle?" He nods and we cuddle.As he rests his head on mine, I ask "Do you think the kids are okay?" He shrugs and says "I would've expected them to come in if they were." I reply "I should probably go check before I sleep. I would feel better." He says "Please don't leave me." I reply "Then come with me and hold my hand." He nods and we get out of bed.He takes my hand and we walk to our son's room first. He's sleeping peacefully. Great!

We then walk to our daughter's room. I hear her silently crying and I say "Honey? Are you okay?" She sniffles and mumbles "I'm scared." I pull Harry into the room and we walk over to her.I bend down next to her, run my hands through her hair, and I ask "Want me to read you a bedtime story to distract you?" D/N answers "Yes please." I reply "Okay, now ask Daddy to pick a book." D/N asks "Daddy, can you pick a book for us to read?" Harry answers "Of course sweetie. I will." I turn on a flashlight and he walks over to the bookcase. As he walks over, I grab her little night lamp and switch it on. I then get on her bed. Harry walks over, grabs a book, then climbs on my other side. He wraps his arms around my waist and puts his head on my shoulder. D/N leans back on her bed and I read her the story.After the story, I notice she is sound asleep. We put the book back and head back to our room.

We get in bed and I notice it's just raining now. I ask "Baby, do you think you can sleep easier now?" He shrugs and says "I still wanna cuddle." I nod and smile. We cuddle and he says "I don't know what I would do without you. I just couldn't do it without you." I ask "But you survive tour without me, which I'm very proud of you for." He replies "Aw thank you. I tried my best and Jeff was for sure not about to cuddle with me." I laugh and say "Omg I can just picture that. That would be hilarious." He chuckles and nuzzles his head into my shoulder.

We curl up in bed and spend the night talking about nonsense until we both fall asleep. ........................................................................

THANKS FOR READING;-)This was just a simple one.

#Harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles x oc #harry styles imagines

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pbandjesse · 6 months ago

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I just got home from the painted screen class I was taking! It was so fun. I am very excited that I got to do a new skill and they said I did a very nice job.

I had a lot of stress in my body today. I was still really really worried about my ticket and my name. And I knew it would be fine and everything would be okay but it was hard having to wait and having to be okay with letting someone else be in charge of it. There wasn't anything I could do, but it didn't stop me from feeling like I was going to be sick all day.

I woke up this morning and my body ached. I felt slightly less unwell but still not amazing. James was there and was being very sweet. They would give me lots of encouragement and sent me to work with a hug.

I got to camp and felt. Stress. But I was trying to not focus on that. It was hard. I would have my bagel and check my emails and start working on research for the program areas and what we might need to buy or have the volunteers next week do.

When Heather came in I shared with her why I was stressed and Sarah told me that a few years ago an international counselor accidently had "Sammy" instead of Samuel on his ticket and they were able to fix it at the airport and it would probably be okay. But we all agreed that it was better to get it fixed ASAP. James told me that if Paul didn't take care of it by end of day that James would take over and figure it out. They were trying very hard to make me feel secure but man was I not making it easy. Just losing my mind a little bit and letting it hurt my stomach really bad.

But I tried hard to focus on other stuff. I would go and drive the gator to deliver cleaning supplies to all the cabins. And I would enjoy just being outside. It was surprisingly cold but I had worn enough layers to be comfy.

I would drive up to the Alaskans and offered to help Bonnie, the cleaning lady, sweep. And we talked about how messy the group had been. Joe had to fill his entire truck with trash bags! Crazy.

Jeff, the cleaning guy, came in and we had a really nice conversation. He is an amputee and around my dad's age and I was telling him some of the issues with my dad's prosthetic and he said it's crazy that it's falling off. He said to send his good thoughts to my dad and he really hopes it gets better. Which was very kind. He also said he would fight the doctor if his leg fell off all the time. Which is understandable.

I went back to the office next. And started working on reaching out to vendors for the Monkton music Festival. Which ended up taking an hour of research for finding the emails for the vendors because people just keep telling Heather yes on the phone and not filling anything out. And I keep saying we need one central thing. So I worked on that and creating trackable forms and not paper nonsense.

I was frustrated though. Because after I finished my one list of vendors that said yes, Heather asked me to go through a list of other vendors to invite and so many on the list were MLM (multi level marketing) schemes. Paparazzi jewelry, lulu roe leggings, party oysters, luxe, so many more. And we are not inviting those!! It just made me so frustrated.

I went over it with Heather though and we got things settled best we could. I hope next year we have a better system from the start so it's not so frustrated and convoluted.

I would have my lunch late. And as the wedding party for this weekends rental started to show up Elizabeth asked me to go put the new curtains up in the salt mines. Can do. I was slightly worried about scaring a guest but thankfully no one was down there yet.

I got the curtains set. And a guest would show up but they were just there to deliver food stuff to the kitchen. And I only startled them a little.

I went back to the office and made sure I had everything and wasn't forgetting anything. I said good bye to everyone and they all wished me and James safe travels!

It was raining just a little. But people can't drive in the rain and so it added so much time to the drive but whatever.

When I got home I spent some time putting things away. And waiting for James to come home. And when they got back we sat together at the kitchen island. And got word that my name was being updated and everything was okay now. Thank God.

We ate a little dinner. And worked on a knock off Lego pompompurian thing I got. Which was harder then anticipated. But was still fun.

I left at 545 to head to creative alliance for the class. And it was so fun.

There were 11 people in the class. And the teacher was so sweet. He told us all the history of painted screens and we went through the steps. He had a ton of samples and things people could trace and I wanted to make my own. So I did what I always do. And I painted Sweetp.

We had some great talks in the class. And the teacher's granddaughter was there and she was a sweet heart. They would both say my piece was beautiful and made me feel really good about my piece. And I was just having so much fun. I want to do this more! I will have to create a space in the studio for that.

At the end they would put our pieces in little folders and write a nice note to us about our pieces. And they took my picture with my painting. They didn't ask anyone else that! I must have done particularly good!

I left there after sharing about the Old Time Music Festival tomorrow. And went home.

When I got here our neighbor on the other side was just coming home and I got to share my art with him and he was like. Wow! That is so cool and it made me feel very good.

And when James got home (they were at the first night of the old time music festival) they were one beer tipsy and very silly and lovely. And after I told them all about the class we would go upstairs to go over some packing stuff. I will probably redo and reorganize the packing on Sunday but I feel pretty good about it for now.

I am very much ready for bed now. I'm going to take a little shower and go to sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day but I am really looking forward to my first market of the year. I hope it goes well.

I hope you all have a great night. Sleep well. Take care of eachother. And wish me luck! Good night everyone!

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newagesispage · 3 months ago

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AUGUST 2024

THE RIB PAGE

YEAR OF THE WOMAN

Cole Escola is killing it in Oh Mary! on Broadway!!

*****

Keir Starmer is UK’s new Prime Minister! ** The left took France!! America ..... Don’t let us down!!

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Is the Government of the U.S. going to run in the interest of the people as a whole, or in the interest of a small group of privileged, big businessmen? - Harry S. Truman

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I like being woke. It’s much nicer than being an ignorant fucking twat. - Kathy Burke

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N/A, a play about Pelosi and AOC stars Holland Taylor and Ana Villafane. Yes!

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Days alert: Oh Nicole, you will be missed! But a great way to send she and Eric away!! ** I love Abe and Kate working together and I hope they do Body and Soul justice. Haddie Adams is the perfect choice to bring back!!!!

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People are dying in the heat for religious destinations, dozens are killed in a stampede at a religious event in India. Is it time to ban religion? What conflicts could be eliminated with that ban?

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After my Netflix special, I’m done. - Ellen DeGeneres

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We are officially in the era of the American King/ Queen. ** Get ready for every shady character trying to be President so he can make up the rules for his own game. The Supreme Court has made a mess about Presidential power. Every lower judge will interpret official powers. ** The courts of the U.S. are supposed to rule on punishment of people who broke the laws of our country, regardless of color, gender, wealth, political position, fame and any other differences we have as individuals. It is possible the damage that has been done to our nation by Trump may heal and we might move forward towards a better stronger nation, but it is also very possible that this decision has doomed ‘the great experiment’ that was the U.S. of A. - Craig Sicknick ** The Supreme Court has effectively given MAGA extremists their seal of approval. - Aquilino Gonell ** We can’t count on the Supreme Court or any institution to hold him responsible. - Harry Dunn ** Should Biden use this to ban convicted felons from running? ** Biden dropped out of the Presidential race and endorsed Kamala Harris. What a selfless act and what can he now accomplish with no reelection to worry about and the Supreme Court giving him Carte Blanche?? I felt things turn when the phrase, “big boy press conference” was bandied around. That, to me, marked the end. The scuttlebut since has mentioned that Jeff Katzenberg was misleading the Hollywood supporters by not mentioning how age has creeped up on Biden. Like other times in history, we have a little too much old guard in charge. Generations are being blocked by the aged at the top. Many say that they don’t want to leave with Trump still in the mix. They feel like they would be leaving when their party needs them the most. The world moves fast and a little new blood sill do us a world of good. Harris made a hundred phone calls that first day. ** Dick Durbin announced the judiciary committee will hold hearings on the Supreme Court immunity ruling in September.

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But let’s remember what Biden has already done for this country. I don’t agree with his Israeli stance and a few other things but he has accomplished so much! His NATO press conference was awesome. It is time for Harris!! This campaign comes down to a prosecutor V a felon. Aaron Sorkin thought we should have Mitt Romney. WTF?? Get out of here with that strategy. Trump loses to lawyers, she is perfect! The right is already spewing nonsense about her. They think she will take their straws and cows. I expect more racist and misogynistic remarks. The right does not even seem to know how to try to be politically correct. It will be sad and infuriating and scary and hilarious to watch them try. The people who idolize the serial cheater have already thrown out the theory that she slept her way to the top. Ugh!! But the facts look good for the Dems right now. Crime is down, economy is good and border crossings are down. James Carville thinks she should concentrate on corporations and price fixing.

*****

What? Fox news thinks voting for a woman is like transitioning? Is that true?

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One of the best interviews ever with Trump at the National Association of Black Journalists. Harris happened to turn black. - Trump

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Pete Davidson has checked into a wellness facility.

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I have to laugh when the uninformed say Harris is ignorant and has never done anything. Those being interviewed don’t seem like they themselves have been Senators, AG’s, prosecutors or Vice Presidents but perhaps they have. In a world where a woman usually works twice as hard to rise up the ladder, she is more than qualified. Serious, compassionate, fun, smart check ,check, check, check. Go girl power!! The same uninformed wonder why we can jump on her bandwagon so quickly. That is indeed the difference in being informed or not. We know her already; we pay attention. Her team is in place with a few adjustments and we have been waiting for this. She seems tailor made for this moment. The right place and the right time and history can just make these things happen. It takes a leap of faith to get where we want to be and this is it. Many great moments have come from the right person just jumping in where and when they are needed. When we see a moment, we must take it!! And, it may seem superficial but she has a wonderful smile, a great laugh and America needs a warm hug right now. I mean, Trump never smiles or laughs.

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WE ARE NOT GOING BACK!!!- Kamala Harris ** We want to ban assault weapons. They want to ban books. -Harris ** Steph Curry endorsed Harris at the Olympics. ** Kamala Harris was a hit at Comic Con after an old clip of her reading a Simpson’s quote was played. Apparently, a few years ago, Groenig and co. were looking for a politician to play along and read the quote and she was glad to do it. ** And Maya Rudolph has agreed to come back this fall on SNL which premieres Sept. 28.

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Everybody used to say, “If you only knew the Hillary that I knew.” and now they are saying the same about Kamala. Ok, let’s get to know her, give her a chance. This is an opportunity we can’t pass up.

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Trump was almost killed in an assassination attempt in Butler, Pa. The venom still spews as some wonder if this was planned by his team. We must all condemn the violence, whether it be Paul Pelosi, Gretchen Whitmer or Trump. The shooter, Thomas Crooks was killed but he murdered a rally goer. Why is it usually young, white men who turn out to be the shooter? The people who seem to have life the easiest in this country are the most disgruntled. It was a strange scene after as the Trumpers looked so sad in all their shiny regalia. It seems the loose gun laws make the Policeman’s job even harder. Russia blamed Biden’s rhetoric for the disaster, of course. Biden called Trump right away to send well wishes and told us “This is not America.” I am afraid that it is kind of us now. The Daily Show cancelled the coverage they were going to have at the RNC. The RNC came and went with fans like Kid Rock, Amber Rose and Hulk Hogan. Nikki Haley and Ron Desantis kissed some ass. Matt Gaetz and Kevin McCarthy got into it on the RNC floor. The new VP pick, JD Vance wrote Hillbilly Elegy and is a bit too Martin Sheen in Dead Zone. He makes no bones about his love of Russia. He has openly said he does not care about Ukraine. Vance’s wife, Usha was a law clerk for Chief Justice Roberts and Brett Kavanaugh. She now works for the law firm, Munger, Tolles and Olson. Some Republicans are openly unhappy about his wife being the daughter if Indian immigrants. Some seem to disagree with the Vance pic altogether. Word is that Trump is a bit troubled at the way we are mocking his VP choice. Is he the only one who can really get away with politically incorrect? Does he not see that we mock him all the time? Is this Palin all over again? In the end, this just gives Trump someone else to blame. A VP pick for his team must know they are replaceable. ** Trump gave the longest acceptance speech ever at 90 minutes. For the first time, a teamster addressed the republican convention. There were no former Presidents or vice Presidents there. They mostly claimed they were not interested at all. That tells you everything you need to know. Why do they love a cover up so much? Don’t they have better things to do than make shit up? * *Kim Cheatle, boss in the Secret Service, has resigned.

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The Secret Service was grilled by senators. The acting director is Ronald Rowe. Josh Hawley is such an arrogant prick Do these people think if they ask the same question a thousand times, the answer will change? All agreed it has been 17 days since the incident but some think all the answers should be ready. Secret Service believe they need time to investigate so they can reach a proper conclusion. There is a process! I’m not even sure why they are being questioned before this was completed. It is sort of a waste of time. I do wonder why the site was even approved. As much as the Republicans love this ‘fired’ thing, we can’t go willy nilly into firing everyone until we know exactly what happened. I suppose a lot of future assassins are learning a lot from these hearings. ** Somebody’s got to be fired. - L. Graham ** Graham seemed to court the conspiratorial side of the story. ** On the other end, it seems we usually hear so much about the shooter and their family but that has been sort of quiet. It was alarming to hear local officials thought the shooter seemed suspicious for 90 minutes or so. Secret Service was told about him 30 minutes or so before he was killed. There are probably lots of suspicious characters at these events so it has to be a tough job. And I was with this Rowe person all the way until he said, this was a “failure of imagination”. He couldn’t imagine someone really doing this. What? Isn’t that your job??

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The Republican party has nominated The Angry Ticket. Trump/ Vance sounds like a new sitcom, America’s Hitler and the hillbilly. ** Starbucks is providing coffee for both conventions’ first responders. They have made no donations to the RNC. ** Trump is running for his freedom and money. - Al Sharpton ** He’s fighting for his freedom. She is fighting for ours. - Nicole Wallace ** To see Stephen Miller and the rest having meltdowns over Harris is beautiful. They do not seem to know how the system works. Shit happens and this was not a big plan. If it were? Hooray for the strategy and forward thinking on stepping aside and putting a black woman in the top spot.

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The press reported that Elon Musk donated $180 mil to the Trump campaign. Musk claims the donation was much lower. Who fucking knows. ** Trump claims that he will take care of this pesky voting thing in 4 years. “It’ll be fixed, it’ll be fine. You won’t have to vote anymore, my beautiful Christians.” -Trump

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Re: JD Vance... I’ve never seen someone with more couch fucker energy. - John Oliver

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Saboteurs struck rail lines outside Paris before the start of the Olympics.

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Boeing is looking deeper into their forgery’s investigation.

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Jon Stewart claims that CNN and NBC won’t allow their reporters to come on his podcast, Weekly Show. Stewart says that the reporters want to come on but have to have, ‘network approval’.

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Senators Sheldon and Murkowski are bringing us the Octopus act to prevent U.S. companies from Octopus farming.

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Video game performers went on strike.

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Fred Trump III has a book out, All in the Family: The Trump’s how we got this way. He claims his Uncle Donald seems to hold the belief that handicapped people have too many problems. “Those people, the shape they’re in, all the expenses, maybe those kinds of people should just die.” - Donald Trump at a WH meeting with his nephew, Doctors and handicap advocates.* * Scary Clown 45 told Netanyahu that if he loses, there will be a third world war.

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The U.S. arrested El Mayo AKA Ismael Zambada and El Chapo’s son, Joaquin Guzman.

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Babies are good because we’re not sociopaths. - JD Vance

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Paul Dans, director of Project 2025 has stepped down. Trump still claims he knows nothing about the ‘project’. About 140 former members of the Trump administration are a part of Project 2025.

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Tim Burchett should resign.

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Delta seems to have run out of pilots.

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The Weinermobile crashed near Chicago.

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Project 2025 is a lot easier to understand in the original German. - Left action

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Sotheby’s sold a stegosaurus from Colorado for 44.6 mil.

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Hey Colbert: Enough with Meanwhile, More Skuyler Chole facts!!

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The newest Kennedy Center Honors are Francis Ford Coppola, The Grateful Dead, Arturo Sandoval, Bonnie Raitt and The Apollo. The honors will be held on Dec. 8 and broadcast on Dec. 23.

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Michael Cera just finished the new Wes Anderson film.

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A U.S. appeals court has blocked the SAVE student debt relief plan.

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Crowdstrike caused all kind of big tech problems with places like airports, UPS, Fedex and even McDonald’s.

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Riki Lindhome and Fred Armisen have been married since June 2022 but he public seems to just be finding out. She has a new musical, Dead Inside.

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Bob Menendez was found guilty on all charges.

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Richard Montanez has sued Frito Lay for denying him his share in discovering flaming hot Cheetos.

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Longlegs brought in 22.6 mil in its debut!!

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There are still people without power in Texas. Gov. Greg Abbott said he would send a letter to the public utility commission. What?

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Gnatalie, a long neck, long tail herbivorous dinosaur are the only bones found that are green due to the mineral, celadonite. The Jurassic dino is on display in LA.

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Seth Meyers has an hour on HBO coming this fall.

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Wiz Khalifa was arrested in Romania for smoking weed on stage. ** Viking Jordan Addison arrested on a DUI charge.

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All we need to prove what idiots are in the world is the reaction to the not the Last Supper display in the Olympics opening ceremony. Some got their panties in a bunch and it turns out they did not know what they were talking about. Da Vinci would have loved it! ** Flavor Flav has been financing the U.S. Women’s water polo team.

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Why do films make serial killers look slicker and better looking as time goes on? The first movie is usually heavy on their grossness but by the 3rd or so in a famous case, the maniac is kind of cute.

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CBS is bringing Matlock to a new generation. The name and the profession is the only link to its past. Kathy Bates will play Madeline Matlock when the show premieres on Sept. 22. The show also stars Jason Ritter and Skye P. Marchall.

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When 6 men out of a thousand crack the whip over their fellows backs, then what the other 994 dupes need is a new deal. - Mark Twain

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Horizon: Chapter 2 won’t be out on Aug. 16 anymore. Territory Pictures and New Line Cinema say they want the audience to have more time to discover the first one. Others have said that it simply bombed. What will happen next with the other chapters? Older viewers are holding steady.

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A big team is headed to Titanic to use state of the art tech to scan ALL of the wreck. If weather permits the team will explore for 20 days. Paul- Henri Nargeolet who died in the Oceangate sub was supposed to lead this expedition. This is RMS Titanic’s ninth visit to the site.

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Rudy Giuliani’s bankruptcy case was dismissed. Line up for your money people!!

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Eddie Murphy wed Paige Butcher.

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Kevin Roberts wants a revolution.

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Alec Baldwin’s ‘Rust’ case was dismissed.

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Weston Coppola Cage was arrested for assault with a deadly weapon and released on $150,000 bond.

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I’m not the conspiracy kind but did Trump pay Biden off to give that debate performance? When the ABC interview showed us the same and then Clooney writes a letter of concern and states that Biden was showing his age at the fundraiser he attended, it starts to add up. ** It seems we owed Biden a bit of latitude after the ridiculous nonsense that Trump spouts but the Dems do not blindly think with cult mentality the way the right seems to do. Trump is great at saving his own ass too. Just think what he could achieve if he gave a damn about anything the way he does about himself. ** Why do so many fight progress every step of the way? The constant egotistical, big $ racism should be well over by now. Slavery- reconstruction- voting rights- the Klan- civil rights- MAGA nation is all just Generational hate.

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The National Rally in France is being investigated for embezzlement, forgery and fraud. The charges stem from the 2022 Presidential election. In the recent European Parliament elections, Ms. LePen’s far right party came in third.

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Benjamin Netanyahu spoke to a joint session of congress. After months of trying to find a way to end the war in Gaza, VP Harris skipped the speech. Israel was carrying out raids in Gaza as he visited. Darin LaHood was bad mouthing Harris for not being there. Dick Durbin also did not attend. ** At his oval office visit, Biden invited families of the hostages since Netanyahu would not meet with them privately.

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Salt Lake City has gotten the Winter Olympics.

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We have to keep an eye on Hong Kong. It is practically a police state after China put in place the National Security Law.

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Saoirse Ronan wed Jack Lowden.

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I can’t believe I am saying this but the trailer for Harold and the Purple Crayon looks pretty good. I could do without Journey. I know people are inspired by ‘Don’t stop believin’ but I am ready for this song to be done.

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Lady Gaga is engaged to Michael Polansky.

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Sesame Street is biased to the left, according to Project 2025. I assume because it has black and brown and gay characters, but maybe also because it teaches basic reading skills? And compassion? - Carrie Coon

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Syphilis and covid are soaring. ** Polio is spreading thru Gaza.

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Faith is not wanting to know the truth. - Anonymous

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Mike Bloomberg donated $1 bil to Johns Hopkins.

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Taraji P. Hensen hosted the BET awards. Usher won the lifetime achievement award. Best international act and best new artist went to Tyla. Album of the, Michael went to Killer Mike. Regina King was best actress and best actor was Denzel Washington. Video of the year and HER award went to Victoria Monet. Viewer’s choice was Beyonce. Best movie was Bob Marley. Lauryn Hill, YG Marley and Wyclef Jean closed the show. My best dressed were Halle Bailey, Killer Mike, Gunna, Chloe, Keke Palmer and DC Young Fly.

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Donald Glover has released his final Childish Gambino: Bando Stone and the new world.

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Norah O’Donnell is leaving the anchor chair at CBS. Oh no.

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Watch out for exploding cans in this heat!!

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The new doc, Piece by piece about Pharell Williams sounds amazing.

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Carla Bruni- Sarkozy was charged with witness tampering regarding the 2007 election funding scandal.

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faint-kitten · 4 months ago

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Thinking about Artists from the 00's

I never share someone's discord stuff without permission. I don't think it's ethical to screen shot and potentially blow people up without their permission.

But found this in a discord I was reading and it had me thinking. The last Eminem Album I remember listening to was almost 15 years ago, and it had a song called Medicine Ball, in which Eminem made fun of Christopher Reeves for being disabled, and had a lot of really stupid lyrics like this. Pretty much anything he's done post I'd say Marshal Mathers LP has been cheap, lyrical miracle bs that was this degree of nonsense. And part of me doesn't wonder if he's just doing it to cash a check every few years. But it got me thinking (as it often does) about 20 years ago.

Eminem's been stupid for years. Not an excuse, but like…one of the things I notice about stars that blew up in the 00's is a lot of them were edgelords that seemed or people thought were fighting the establishment by saying it like it is. This is (keep in mind the same era that produced Chappelle, jeff dunham, ralphie may, and Dane Cook who, is kinda better? But he mostly just yelled a lot)

But in reality a lot of them were no different than adolescent teens yelling poop real loud because you're not supposed to and acting like it's strength. The problem is a lot of us grew out of that, like, as a whole fucking culture we moved on. What's interesting, is TikTok and twitter's younger generation tends to re-discover Eminem every once in a while and just re "cancel" him every few months.

Moving away from just Eminem:

A lot of these people sort of never moved with the times, and now resent the fact that the jokes/songs/movies that made them money aren't in vogue anymore, and as a result get angry that what worked what made them money doesn't fly anymore. They then start crying "woke" and "canceled" and it's just…times changed, our understanding of these things changed, and it's old men going "well this USED to work I dunno how to be any other way."

And it's interesting to think about. Imagine waking up one day to find out your livelihood isn't in vogue anymore, but it's all you know, it's all you've ever been good at, and you still need fucking money. And a lot of them aren't necessarily gone. Or stopped. They make good money because a lot have pivoted their careers to "Remember how you used to be able to say this 20 years ago?" and appealing to the sort of people who feel like them. Not needing to tell jokes, just needing to get mad at the things their audience is mad they can't say or don't understand. And that's always kind of been around. I remember an extremely unfunny book my mother had about a Politically Correct Christmas story when I was 15. It had terms like "womvn" because I guess a sect of 'feminists' at the time didn't like the word "men"? Or something? And the author got weird or stupid about it? And that book came out in 1995. Nerds have always been like this. Going all the way back to white people saying "oh you can't call them that anymore *eyeroll*" before I was even born. The 90's had this weird era of "attitude" that got embarressing as they tried to push that in the 2000's and a lot of artists and comedians who made it big back then, just never left.

But anyway. Not that he cares what I think. But it's whatever. He's an old dork and I don't think he's culturally relevent enough to anyone for this shit to matter. He was a class clown as a kid, he was a class clown as a rapper, he's still trying to be a class clown in his old age. I don't think this is one that needs the wrath of the gods. I think it's just a buffoon that needs to be ignored.

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andreafmn · 3 years ago

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I'm Not Afraid - Chapter 5

xWord Count: 3,374

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ storyline.

Chapter: 5/?

A/N: If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 5

I woke up to a heavy and warm wight around my waist. As my mind started registering the scene around me, I noticed the soft snores that were filling the room, the strong smell of cologne, the rough skin encircling me, the chest in front of me that raised and fell at a slow pace. At some point during the night, Derek must have crawled into bed, and I couldn’t say that I minded.

He looked peaceful when he slept. No supernatural problems, no feuds, no hunters, just peace. My hand unconsciously landed on his cheek, softly stroking his cheek. Still succumbed to slumber, he leaned into the touch, nuzzling his head onto my hand like a puppy. I wish this could be the way it always was, but now that I knew the reality of the world we were in, there was no chance it would ever stay this way.

Deciding to let him sleep longer, I tiptoed down the stairs to the kitchen where breakfast had already been prepared. I looked around and noticed that their car keys were gone, which meant they had left early in the morning to do whatever it was that they always did. I greeted Brody who had trotted my way from the living room, and filled his dog bowl, adding a few tasty treats. While I served two plates, I put the coffee machine to run, ensuring the freshest pot for the morning. I looked around for a tray to take the breakfast upstairs in case my parents came back at any moment, eating my food as the coffee brewed. Placing some cream and sugars on the tray, I made my way back to the bedroom where Derek was starting to wake up, Brody following behind.

“Morning, sour wolf.” I softly pushed open the door, the tray in front of me. Derek was rubbing the night from his eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. Upon seeing the man, Brody jumped on the bed greeting him with slobbery kissed. Derek laughed and petted his head as he laid at the foot of the bed.

“Morning,” he yawned. “Whatcha got there?”

“Some eggs, bacon, and hash browns. Also, some coffee.” He took the tray from my hands and set it on the bed. Taking one of the coffee cups, I sat over on my desk to work on the homework I had left pile during the week. Derek grabbed the plate and came to stand behind me, leaning down to rest his chin on my shoulder.”

“What are you doing?” He inquired, downing the food from the plate quickly.

“Homework. You know, the thing people my age have to do to be able to graduate from high school with good grades.” I looked to the side, my heart beating faster noticing the closeness of our faces. “I’m sure you wouldn’t know much about that.”

“I’ll have you know I was a good enough student.”

“Emphasis on good enough.” I booped his nose with my pen and continued my work. “When you’re done you should head home, don’t want my parents catching you here just in case.”

“Why? We’re not doing anything.” He sipped his coffee and sat down on the bed, Brody laying his head on his lap. I turned my chair and faced him, a laugh escaping my lips.

“I think you’re forgetting who you are and who my family is. Apart from that, I don’t think my dad will particularly enjoy the fact that a 21-year-old werewolf is in his teenage daughter’s bedroom, alone.” I grinned. “But suit yourself. I’d love to see how it will play out.”

“Alright, but can I at least take you out some time this week?” My heartbeat quickened, the sound loud enough for me to hear. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s not a no,” I grinned.

“I kind of need an answer,” he pressed. A grin played on his lips by the point he had stood and rested his hands on the arms of the chair.

“How about, I’ll let you know?”

“I’ll take it,” he smiled. “I’ll text you.”

“Alright, I’ll be waiting.” He kissed my cheek and grabbed his jacket to head towards the door. “Where are you going?”

“Home?”

“Not through the door you’re not.” The dumbfounded look on his face was hilarious. “what would I do if my parents walked in.”

“I’m fast, you know. Like supernaturally fast.”

“Mm, I’ve seen you. Not fast enough.”

“Fine,” he surrendered. “Keep watch of your phone.”

“I will,” I smiled. He took a step back and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. Brody got alerted by the sudden move and jumped off the bed to bark at the window, standing on his hind legs to prop his eye out. I joined his side and saw Derek standing normally in my backyard as if he hadn’t just jumped out of a two-story window. He waved and I waved back as he became a blur, vanishing before my very eyes.

I slumped down on my bed and ran my hands over my face. What was I doing? There were so many things that were pit against us. My 18th birthday was still a little less than a year away, he had something going on with Erica, my family and he are natural-born enemies, we are currently under the terror of a reptilian shapeshifting Jackson, and that was just scratching the surface. I couldn’t scrutinize why he would ask me out too much, it was probably not even in a romantic way. It could just well be that he wanted to keep an eye on me since I was new to this whole werewolf, Kanima, hunter thing.

A couple of hours went by where I took Brody out for a walk, finished what was left of my homework, and started watching a movie when my phone went off.

“Hey, I heard the good news! You’re staying in town.”

“Hey, Allison. Yeah, it looks that way.”

“Well then, I believe you owe some people an apology.”

“What could you possibly mean?” I scoffed. But she was right, as hard as it was to admit.

“Don’t act dumb, (Y/N). You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“I don’t like it when you’re right,” I sighed. “What do you think I should do?”

“I could invite them over to your house and you could apologize to them. They never object to free pizza.”

I was glad. Instead of sulking on the 'he likes me, he likes me not' nonsense, I prepared the house for Allison and her friends, the people I hope to win over. One by one they arrived at my doorstep. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Allison. I had put out some snacks and the pizza I had bought. Scott and Stiles were not shy about their hunger as they dove in right away.

"So, what's the purpose of this meeting?" Lydia asked, her usual cocky attitude on full show.

"Uh, well, I wanted to apologize for being such a bitch these past few weeks."

"Hm, understatement of the century." Stiles chuckled with his mouth full.

"Actually, she can be 1,000 times worse. That was just level 1 bitchiness."

"Point taken. But why would you apologize? We get it you don't want to be our friend."

"That's not it, it's just... ugh... Look, it’s honestly a very long story, but moving around it’s hard to cut ties and start over for so long. After a while it’s easier to builds walls up and maintain everyone at arm’s length." They all stared at me. Hopefully I was getting through to them. "But this time I'm changing that. I want to be your friend and that's why I'm apologizing."

"Well, I don't know about the other guys, but I've always considered you my friend. I mean, I've considered Lydia my friend and she hates me."

"Oh, please, Stiles. I don't hate you, you're just, um.... special."

"I'll take it."

"We understand. And of course you're our friend, (Y/N). You were just too stubborn to notice." Scott smiled at me. "Now, is there more pizza?"

"How the hell did you two boys just finish two boxes of pizza?"

"We're growing?" Stiles said with his mouth full.

"Barely," Allison mumbled.

"You know I can hear you, right?"

"That's the point, Scott."

The whole room laughed and continued to enjoy a very pleasant afternoon. It felt weird to finally feel like I belonged somewhere; that there were people around me that cared for me despite my flaws. As I looked around the faces of the group that had welcomed me with open arms, I couldn’t help but feel that someone was missing; the person that had first accepted me.

The clock had hit 4 o’clock when the last piece of food was gone, and the gang had gone home. After cleaning up, I decided it was time to call Isaac. I didn’t like the person he had become after the bite. But I couldn’t say I didn’t understand. He felt confident, strong, but he was using the wrong outlet. Just like I was.

“So, you’re finally talking to me,” Isaac chuckled, a cocky tone to his voice.

“Only if you’re done being a douche.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since you turned into a werewolf you’ve been nothing short of unbearable with your cocky behavior and holier-than-thou attitude.” I could hear him shifting on the other line, the news taking him aback. It seems Derek hadn’t told his pack that I knew everything.

“H-how… who told you?”

“Derek, your alpha. He told me everything the other day. I know all about werewolves, kanimas, hunters, pack, blah, blah, blah. But none of that excuses your behavior,’’ I sighed. “So, are you done being a dick?”

“Maybe,” he chuckled. “Can I see you?”

“Sure. Why don’t we go grab a bite? I’ll pick you up.”

“Alright!” He sounded excited. “I’ll text you the address.”

After hanging up I decided to take a quick shower before leaving. I threw on a white t-shirt and jeans and paired them with my leather jacket. As I tied my boots, I reached for the keys of my dad’s Chevrolet Suburban. Hopefully, I didn’t crash. In the car, I typed in the address Isaac had sent me. It was an industrial loft not too far from my own home. I honked my horn to notify Isaac I was there as well as sent a text.

“Are you stalking me now?”

I jumped at the sound of Derek’s voice and the knock he left on my window. . He appeared like a ghost and leaned on my door. “I could say the same about you. I’ve never been here before.”

“I live here,” he laughed, pointing at the building. “It’s my loft.”

“I’m here to pick up Isaac,” I said sheepishly. “So, he’s been staying with you. I thought you live in the woods.”

“It’s my family’s house and it’s under my ownership, but it’s not under livable conditions. And, yes, Isaac has been staying with me.”

“Hey, Derek.” Isaac finally emerged from the doors and jogged up to my car, patting Derek on the back. The man’s expression rapidly changed as soon as Isaac joined the conversation. The playful smile he wore had been replaced by a menacing scowl. “We’re going out for a while. I’ll see you later.”

We said goodbye and as I drove off, I stared at Derek. His body was tense, and his jaw was clenched. He was angry, but I didn’t know why. When we were alone, he was a completely different person than what he showed to others. There was this terrifying façade that was impenetrable by everyone else, yet he was a completely different person with me; he was an Alpha to the others, but he was just Derek to me.

I parked the car at a small burger joint Isaac directed me to. It wasn’t too full, so our food came out quickly. We sat at a table in the back, far from any prying ears.

“So, what did you mean about this cocky attitude?” He popped a french fry into his mouth, playing around with his food. “You seemed quite mad about it. Mad enough that you avoided me for some time.”

“Ever since you transformed you’ve been carrying yourself like you’re above everyone, you don’t even bother to be respectful of teachers or anyone for that matter. I miss the old Isaac.”

“You mean the pushover wimpy kid?” He scoffed. “I can’t say the same.”

“That’s not what I meant.” My hand reached out to his clenched fist and his hold softened. “You were nice and respectful, and knew how to treat others because you knew how it felt to be mistreated. Of course, you could have done with more confidence, but that’s not what this is. It’s almost as if you’re turning into Jackson, heaven forbid.”

His eyes softened and I knew I was getting through the wall he had built up.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). It's just… this is the first time in my life that I have felt powerful, like nothing and no one can touch me. I've dealt with so much shit that I thought I deserved to act like that," he sighed. "Can you ever forgive me?"

“You’re practically my best friend, how could I not?”

“Thanks.” He gave me a smile that I happily reciprocated. For the first time in a while, I was seeing the Isaac I had met some time ago. “So, what is it that you needed to speak to me so eagerly.”

“Remember how I mentioned that I would be moving at the end of the year so you shouldn’t get attached?” He nodded. “Well, it seems you’re gonna have to put up with me for a long time. Beacon Hills is now my home.”

“What?! That’s great!” He exclaimed a little too loud. Heads turned towards us and Isaac tried to hide his blush. “Does that mean we can truly be friends now? Not just study partners or casual conversation acquaintances?”

“Yes, Isaac. That’s exactly what that means,” I laughed. His face had lit up as the hard mask he wore finally broke apart. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you, what happened the night that I picked you up? It was such a weird night.”

His whole demeanor changed, clearly a sore subject to talk about. "If Derek told you what we are I presume he told you about everything else." I nodded. "The Kanima. It killed my father. We, um, had gotten into a fight and I ran out. It seems he went out looking for me but didn't get to me. I found him dead in his car, but I ran and called you."

" Isaac, why didn't you tell me? I mean, I know why you didn't tell me, but something; you should have told me something.” I looked into his eyes, worry evident in them. He had gone through such a traumatic event basically by himself. “Is that why the police were looking for you?"

He nodded. "They thought I had something to do with his murder because of something Jackson said. He was unfortunately my neighbor and had seen me running out of the house, but there were no tracks leading to me. I'm not a fugitive anymore." He smiled softly.

“I’m glad, Isaac, really. And I’m truly sorry for everything you’ve had to endure alone for all these years. You didn’t deserve it.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). At least that part of my life is over.”

“Now we just have to get that damn Kanima and get on with our lives.” We laughed.

Before we knew it, the sky outside had turned dark, signaling the arrival of the night. The car ride back was filled with mindless chitchat and soft background music. It had been a long few days and exhaustion was evident in both of us. Soon enough, the grey building had come into view.

“Do you want to come in for a bit?” Isaac leaned into the open window of the driver’s side.

“I think I’m just gonna head on home. I’m a bit tired and we have school tomorrow.” I smiled. “But, I’ll take you up on the offer someday.”

“Isaac, good to see you’re back,” Derek announced himself, his two betas following behind. “You’re late for training.”

“Sorry, Derek. Time slipped away.”

“Sorry won’t cut it.” His voice was commanding and a bit intimidating. I could see why everyone around me feared him. “Go with Erica and Boyd. Get started.”

'‘Bye, (Y/N). I’ll see you tomorrow.” I smiled and nodded, trying my best to comfort him.

“See you.” Derek stood back as we both watched the three figures disappear into the building. His chest moved, heaving, and he reeked of jealousy. “What’s your problem?”

“What?” Did he truly believe I was that oblivious? “I just…”

“You’re acting like a prissy child, Derek. You knew where Isaac was, who he was with, and that there was a possibility that he would come back late. There’s no need to grill him that hard.”

“He’s old enough to manage his time correctly, (Y/N). He needs to learn discipline. This has nothing to do with you.”

“Clearly, that’s not what’s happening here,’’ I laughed dryly. “Look, pardon the metaphor, but this whole alpha male act is gonna get very tiring, very quickly. If this is how you’re gonna be, don’t bother on scheduling that date this week.”

“Don’t be like that, (Y/N). I swear this has nothing to do with you. There are certain rules that we have to abide by, a different life. It’s complicated.”

“You’re not making any sense, Derek.”

“It’s hard to explain.”

“Yesterday we said no secrets, Derek. What changed in the hours that have passed?”

“Nothing’s changed. I’m sorry if I seemed too harsh on Isaac, but I have to be. They’re young and reckless, and it’s my job to make sure they stay safe. No matter the cost.” He ran his hands across his face as he let out a loud sigh. “Why don’t we just keep the supernatural and our personal lives apart.”

“We can try that for a while, but they’re bound to intersect at some point.”

“I know, but…”

“Let’s play it your way and see how it goes, okay? And lay off Isaac and the others? They are just kids.”

“I’ll try,” he smiled softly. “Text me when you get home, okay?”

“If I remember.”

I backed the car up and sped back to my house. When I opened the garage, my father was sitting on the spot where the car usually went. I had forgotten to tell them I would be gone, and my phone’s battery had died a while back. I was in so much trouble.

“Good to know you’re alive, darling daughter.” The sarcasm spewed from my father’s mouth, and it stung.

“I’m so sorry. I went out with a friend and my phone died. And I know I forgot to say I was leaving the house, but I rarely do that, so please forgive me.”

“Calm down, (Y/N),” he laughed. “We just wanted to make sure you were okay. You weren’t answering your phone, so we got worried. But remember, there’s a tracker on the car. We figured you were out. And I’m glad to hear you have a friend. It’s about time.”

“Thanks, dad.” He wrapped me in a hug and patted my head. If he knew who my friends were I’m sure he wouldn’t feel the same way. “But, if you knew where I was, what was this whole scary setup? I for sure thought you were going to kill me.”

“Nothing like that, honey. But your mother and I have something we have to talk to you about.”

“What is it? You can’t take back that we are staying.”

“It’s not that, but it is serious. Let’s go, your mom is waiting in the kitchen.”

My heart was beating at a rapid pace, a million thoughts running through my head. Although, at the bottom of my heart I knew what this talk was going to be about.

Tag List: @hellowinterlane @lokisgoddesofpower @mersuperwholocked-lowlife @malar-region

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gucciwins · 4 years ago

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Three Time

The one where Harry, Atticus, and Y/N celebrate.

Word Count: 2,988

A/N: Hello friends, this is a little continuation to my story Adore You. Harry is now a three time grammy nominated artist and i think that is beautiful. This is something short and i really do hope you enjoy it.

There is a lot that happened this year that she never saw coming.

First, a worldwide pandemic that would keep everyone locked indoors and having to wear masks. Secondly, Harry's Love on Tour getting rescheduled to 2021, but even that isn't looking good now. And lastly, being in Los Angeles in November as Harry is filming a movie as the lead male actor.

Ever since Fine Line was released in December, time seemed to fly by for them.

Harry was overjoyed at how loved Fine Line was by his fans. He was getting support left and right. He was a humble man, never letting it go to his head, always saying he couldn't do it without the help of the people on his team.

There have been rumors flying around speculating Harry having a girlfriend, a famous songwriter, but they have learned to ignore it. Harry doesn't feel the need to address his relationships because it's theirs. He would love to shout his love for Y/N to the world, but as long as she knows, he's content.

They celebrated their one year anniversary in Italy for a week before flying back home, they would have stayed longer, but they missed Atticus too much to do that. As soon as they got home, it felt like everything changed. Not between them, but with the world. It was madness to see a lockdown, fear had spiked, but safety was a priority that they took seriously. Meaning they had to take it day by day.

Ever since the worldwide lockdown in March, Harry discussed staying in Los Angeles with Mitch and Sarah for a few months. Atticus was quick to agree, but Y/N really wanted to go home. Harry reminded her it was better to be surrounded by a good group of friends than to be distanced from everyone in London's separate homes. She was quick to agree after.

Y/N didn't mind it much after; they all always helped each other out. There was also a lot of music playing, as well as creating. Harry said they might just have to get Mitch to release a quarantine album, which got Harry hit in the head with a pillow.

The one who was taking this the hardest was Atticus, missing Anne and Gemma, who was back in London. He missed going to the park to play, he missed running around free, and honestly, she did as well. They would go hiking and on walks, but it was not as open as before.

This is why, by June, they returned back home to London, and after a week of quarantine and negative test results, they went on the journey to visit both families. Y/N separated from them to visit her mother and step-dad even though Harry tried to convince her they could go together, but honestly, as much as she loved Anne and had started to see her as a second mother, she really needed a hug from her own. She promised Harry and Atticus she would see them the day after as she was coming to see Anne and they would stay the week with her.

During this time, Y/n started knitting, something she learned at a young age but would only do when she was stressed. She began teaching Atticus, but he could only keep still for a little bit before he had to run off and do a new activity. She knitted socks, hats, and blankets for their family and friends and shipped them off to them. Y/N even made Atticus and herself the JW Anderson Cardigan. It was a lot of work, but it came out lovely. Harry made them do a little backyard photoshoot because he loved it so much.

Harry had even surprised her when he told her it would be on the cover of Vogue. She was in shock, but she never stopped hugging him, telling Harry how proud of him she was. The day of the shoot was gorgeous, she had to remind herself to breathe a few times, or she would have passed out. Atticus was in the shoot with Gemma and Harry as they did a family shoot to surprise Anne. Harry kept asking her if she was enjoying it, and honestly, her smile said everything. That she was proud of him, that he was doing fantastic but most importantly, that she loved him. The skirt had a lot of filthy thoughts floating through her head, and she really hoped they'd lend it to Harry if she told him everything she wanted to do with him, specifically her under that skirt touching him.

Harry had her join for a few photos, Lambert pulling out a surprising look just for her. Harry promised these photos were just for them, even if he wanted to have them put one in just so the world could know how much he loved his family.

It's November now, and they are in Y/N's Malibu home, which they have been staying at since October. Harry has started filming "Don't Worry Darling," in Olivia Wilde's film. It was surreal when they found out; she couldn't be any prouder. Staying in her home was an easy choice; not many knowing where she lives, only a few friends, and Atticus loves having the beach so close even if it is a little too cold to go in now.

Y/N and Atticus can't go to set due to safety and regulations, but Harry calls and facetime them every time he gets a break in his trailer. He lets them know he misses them, but he really loves everyone he's working with. That the cast is incredible and kind. Harry would not stop teasing Y/N for her reaction when she saw the wedding ring on his left hand. It made her stop mid-sentence. Husband Harry is something she wishes to one day get because Dad Harry is an angel to his sweet son.

Harry has recently gone back to filming as it was postponed for two weeks because someone on set came out positive to make up for the lost time they started filming on weekends, which bummed out Atticus. Still, Harry quickly told him it wasn't his choice and that they would watch movies of his options as soon as he was back. Atticus loves Y/N a lot, but he's never going to love anyone more than his dad, even though Atticus does push Harry second sometimes.

More times than not, Harry will get home and find Y/N and Atticus napping in a new place of the house; the last time was outback in a little tent Y/N set up with fairy lights and had many pillows and blankets to stay warm. Harry was quick to climb in and wrap his arms around Y/N, who quickly woke up due to his cold hands, but he apologized quickly with kisses. She's a sucker for his kisses.

Every moment together is special for them.

Atticus called her 'Mum' a week ago and ran off, feeling embarrassed would not talk to her all day. Which was hard to do, seeing that they were the only three people in the house. Harry saw how sulky she was and talked with Atticus because neither would tell him what happened. Harry was surprised when Atticus told him what he said, but he was mostly filled with joy and a bit of fear. A fear that she could leave any day and not only would he be left heartbroken but so would his son, but he knows Y/N and the love she has for them. She's here forever, she might not say it, but her actions say enough for her. How she tucks in Atticus to bed with a kiss and an 'I love you.' Asking Anne and her mother on first time parenting tips when she thinks Harry isn't around. How much she cried when he got a scrape on his knee for the time in her care. There isn't anything stopping her from leaving, but she stays because she loves all she has. In the end, Atticus apologized for not speaking with her, and she hugged him and cuddled him all night long. Harry told Atticus that Y/N wasn't his mother, but she loved him like one and that it was okay with him if she called her that. Y/N was fearful of being a mom, but she loved Atticus like her own; even if she hadn't watched and cared for him since he was born, she was here known and would do so for as long as Harry and Atticus let her.

November 24th, a long-awaited day for artists in the music industry. Harry has to be on set at 11AM today, meaning they will be watching the live stream together. Jeff is with Glenne and is on facetime with Harry. He has his phone perched up against a candle. Harry is sitting in the middle, Atticus to his left and Y/N to his right. He's in sweats and a plain white tee, not needing to be dressed up, seeing as it only is nine in the morning.

The live stream is an hour-long. Y/N truly forgets how many categories they have until she watches. They woke up at eight am, had pancakes for breakfast, and spoke of their daily plans letting time go by them, allowing them to enjoy breakfast together as they do each morning.

Atticus can barely sit still, just wanting to hear his daddy's name being called. Harry is surprisingly quiet, just sitting back with his arms crossed as the live stream goes on. Honestly, Y/N is the only one showing emotion. She cheers as she hears HAIM and Phoebe Bridgers get nominated. She itches to grab her phone to shoot them a congratulations message but fears she'll miss something, so she just gives herself a silent reminder to do it after.

Sharon Osbourne had just begun to say the nominees for Best Comedy Album, and Y/N knows what is coming up soon. She isn't even listening to the nominees, just waiting for her to name the Best Music Video nominees.

As soon as she says, "Brown Skin Girl, Beyoncé," Y/N feels Harry's hand on her thigh tighten, and she feels for him. His nerves must be out of the roof, but he tries his best not to show it. Y/N shuts her eyes tight, putting her hand over his to let him know she's there for him.

When she hears the words "Adore You, Harry Styles," she feels her heart speed up. She opens her eyes wide and looks at Harry; his face is blank. Atticus is running circles around the couch, just cheering and yelling nonsense. Jeff and Glenne are cheering from the phone.

Harry lets out a big smile when he finally meets her eyes. "Adore you did it, angel." She whispers.

He nods. "That's unreal. To hear my name."

She leans in to give him a quick kiss as they settle back down, ready to listen for the upcoming categories. Megan the Stallion is starting the new section of categories, and Y/N isn't sure how to feel because she won't be able to take it if they don't name Harry again.

"Best Pop Solo Performance, Watermelon Sugar." This time they all break out into cheers as soon as they hear them call Harry's name after Dua Lipa's. "Watermelon Sugar" had been a hit from the day of its release. Now it has been nominated for a Grammy feels unreal to Harry. Two nominations, he would have never believed it.

Y/N's buzzing waiting for Megan to announce Best Pop Vocal Album. Harry is now leaning forward, knowing this is another category he could potentially be nominated for.

"Fine Line Harry Styles" As soon as she hears those words, the tears start running down her face; he did this. His album was nominated. Harry can't stop smiling as Atticus hugs him tight around his neck. He lets out a small chuckle as he sees her tears. He pulls her in, kissing her head repeatedly, smiling at Jeff's congratulations but mostly basking in the joy of three nominations and that he has the opportunity to share it with those he loves.

Harvey Mason JR. is here once again to announce the general field categories. Harry and Y/N nod along as the names of the nominees are called out. Jeff let out a cheer hearing HAIM nominated for album of the year. Y/N sighs, not hearing Harry being nominated but continues ready to hear Adore You for record of the year. Only it doesn't happen. Harvey Mason JR. bids everyone goodbye, and just like that, it's over.

Jeff breaks the silence, congratulating Harry before hanging up. Harry sits back with Atticus in his lap, a big smile on his face.

Harry is happy. Extremely happy, this has always been a dream of his, one he never knew would come true.

His second album got him three Grammy nominations. Atticus has no clue what these awards mean, but he's happy just seeing Harry and Y/N happy. Atticus climbs off Harry's lap, kissing Harry and Y/N's cheek, saying he's going to his room now.

Harry turns to look at Y/N, and the smile she had has now left her face, and now she sits there, lost in thought. This worries Harry; she was fine moments ago. He's got to go soon, so he needs to figure this out now.

"Honey, you alright?" Harry places his hand on her thigh, and she looks at him, nodding.

"Fine." She kisses his cheek. "Really happy for you."

Harry knows she is, but there's something else. "Spill."

She sighs, knowing nothing gets past him. "You weren't named for any general category. I'm proud of the three you got, but I was sure you would be at least nominated for record of the year." Awards don't mean much to Y/N anymore, but she knows how important this is for Harry. "I'm sorry, ruining your mood."

"You didn't. Thank you for caring so much." His smile is sincere, and she knows he wouldn't lie to her.

"It's okay," Harry tells her, wanting her to repeat it with him.

"But Harry," He puts his hands on her cheeks to get her to stop and look at him.

"Honey, it's okay. Three nominations are amazing, and I couldn't be happier."

"I know," She deflates. "3-time Grammy Nominated Artist Harry Styles has a nice ring to it." She smirks, noting the blush on his cheek.

"Dork." He leans in to kiss her nose.

"Fine Line is still my favorite album, you know, from everything released, named number one."

"You're just saying that."

Y/N shakes her head no, "Of course not. Yours is the one album I had on repeat the most. My Spotify wrapped will prove just that."

Harry snorts, "You're too much."

He pulls her in to lay on his chest, her arms snake around his waist. They hold each other tight.

"I'm proud of you," Harry whispers in her ear.

Y.N leans back, but Harry's hold is tight. "I did nothing; you just got nominated. For your second album, you deserve all the praise today."

"Honey, will you let me continue." Harry laughs.

"Sorry, H."

"I'm proud of you because, without you, this album would have never been finished. I would have never had the inspiration to finish Adore You. Would have never had the idea to make a fake island and promote it without ever adding my name to it. I would have never thought to film using a CGI fish, as my friend in the story. I would have never had the released "Lights Up," the song that started this new era for me but most importantly, I would have never found love. A love that is bigger than me that fills me with so much joy. A love that leaves me scared. A love that will forever keep on growing." Harry smiles as he wipes away her tears.

Harry loves Y/N with all he has. This album was his, but it was also hers. It's what truly brought them together.

"You made me cry, you jerk." She says, laying her head in the crook of his neck.

Harry laughs. "I just poured my heart out to you, and I'm the jerk."

"I love you." Harry grins. That's all he wants to hear. "I'll love you, today, tomorrow, forever for as long as you let me.

Harry can't contain his happiness and needs to show her. He connects their lips. It's a hard, fast kiss full of passion. They pull away because their smiles don't let them continue much.

"You've got to go." Y/N reminds him as he continues to press kisses all over her face and neck.

Harry settles down, smiling down at her. "I know." She leans forward, kissing him quickly. "We'll celebrate more when I get home tonight."

"Three nominations, wow!" Y/N says, standing up. "We're in for a long celebration once we get Atticus down to sleep." She wags her eyebrows at him.

Harry very quickly gets the hint. "I can't wait, honey."

Atticus comes bouncing down the steps giving his dad a kiss goodbye, walking him to the door, barefoot. Y/N follows Harry, giving her one last kiss goodbye as he walks to his car.

As he gets in and pulls out of the driveway, he sees Y/N and Atticus waving goodbye to him. Harry has a big smile on his face that no one can see. He's thankful to now be a 3-time Grammy-nominated artist, but what he is most grateful for is getting to be the person who gets to love Y/N and Atticus forever.

Thank you for reading! This was just a small little piece for a beloved piece I wrote. If inspiration strikes, I shall be revisiting this story.

Please let me know what you thought!

#harry styles #dad! harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry au #thank you for reading #adore you

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y-jw1 · 3 years ago

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reaction : habits around you

☆˚ pairing : epex × reader

☆˚ genre : fluff

☆˚ warnings : none

☆˚ note : a little more and requests are open again ! have a great day ahead, everyone ! <3 also choco bread is superior yO

WISH

kissing your forehead

BYE

i’m a dawit forehead kisser fanclub

because i just get the feel he loves forehead kisses

so that’s what he’ll always do with you

you guys can be chilling on the couch

and he’d lean down to kiss your forehead

going to sleep?

he’d also kiss your forehead goodnight

having a bad day?

he’ll enter your room and give you a kiss

anytime, any day

forehead kisses from wish

KEUM

hugs

specifically surprise hugs

like you’ll be doing something and he’ll just randomly hug you

“ caught you!”

he’d laugh if you’d get surprised

and hug you tighter

there are times where you both tumbled when he hugged you

and when you try to stand back up

he’ll pull you back

you both are cuddled on the floor

and even if it’s cold

keum’s arms were warm

resting his chin on your shoulder

since he’s a tall guy, he’d love to do that

would do it most when you’re cooking or something

he’d come up behind you and rest his chin on your shoulder

“ what are you cooking?”

mans just woke up so the smell of food brought him to you hehe

would also do it as long as he gets the chance

you would be combing your hair

and he’d wrap his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder

sometimes he won’t let go

so you both would waddle around the house like tree sticks

A-MIN

smiling at you

or staring at you

like he thinks its unconscious at one point in life

you both would be across from each other

and he’d just smile as he watches you

mostly when you both study, he’d do that

he’d ask for help in a question

of course you’d willingly help your boyfriend

so while you’re explaining

he’d just stare at you

and smile as he watches you with adoration

you had to cut him out all the time because he ain’t paying attention

BAEKSEUNG

playing with your hair

no because he plays with his hair alot

and it’s attractive hoho

so he’d do that to you

like he’d just thread his hands into your hair

you guys just watching movies? going to sleep? talking nonsense?

his hand is tangled in your hair

while his other is wrapped around your shoulder

he’d also love to comb your hair and style it

your own personal hairdresser

plus points because he’s fine as hell

AYDEN

arm wrapped around you

yes he’s that boyfriend

because he’s protective of you and all that

also because he wants to keep you close with him

it’s what he always does when you both are beside each other

aka all the time

because you both are always together

really like

just yejun wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you talk to your friends and all

would also let you rest your head on his shoulder

YEWANG

holding your hand

he’d always love to hold your hand anytime

and he’ll do it no matter what

he’ll even hold your hand even if it’s covered in dirt

HAHAHAHAHAAH

no but he’d just love to go to you

and take your hand in his

would sometimes do it secretly because he’s shy others might tease him

aka the boys

minwoo always on the lookout

so he’d love to hold your hand under the table while you both talk

JEFF

leaning his head on your shoulder

he’ll just run up to you and rest his head on your shoulder

very random but he’d do it

like it’s just something he would do

would also hug you if he can

sometimes he even falls asleep on your shoulder

but you let him because he’s cute

and you’re whipped for him

he would let you rest your head on his shoulder too

but most of the time, he does it

and it’s the cutest thing in the world

#epex #epex fanfic #epex imagines #epex scenarios #c9rookies #wish #keum #mu #a-min #baekseung #ayden #yewang #jeff

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thatgoblin · 3 years ago

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Woke up to medical bullshit nonsense, but me shit posting Jeff Schine has lightened my mood.

#live fearlessly

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creepypasta-archive · 2 years ago

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Oh, My Darling

by Fringefangirl

A little break from versus to give you a lovely lovely OC. Such a wholesome bitch. You're gonna love her

CW// murder, stabbing, self-harm, mutilation, meta nonsense

Click below to read the original unedited story

Being real, anyone on this website should have at least heard of Jeff the Killer.

Meaning, you've probably also read the terrible remakes of him like "Nina the Killer" and all that nonsense.

Well, guess what. He's real, and I have proof. But I was never an author, sadly, so excuse any grammatical errors.

So it all started when I was younger, nine to be exact. I have always had an empathy problem, up to the point where I was dragged to a therapist by my stupid parents, and put on some stupid medication that only made me depressed. I can't remember what it was or what it did, but it sure as hell sucked.

Many who have heard my story believe my "problem" started because of my perfect sister always constantly upstaging me at everything that honestly meant nothing. She was popular, model-gorgeous and beloved by everyone who met her. Except me. But truly, the origin my problem was so far-fetched and resulted in me never needing to sleep and, fuck, I don't fully understand it.

So, my parents went away for the weekend when I was seventeen and my sister, Amanda, was sixteen. Note that by then, I had learned to pretend I was "cured" by those God-forsaken pills that Doctor Reynolds gave me, so I was in a blessed state of mind where my thoughts were no longer overrun by stupid emotions. I've always been that way, you see? There was no unexplainable "switch" as you'll see in basically every story relating to Jeff, no. I was always a psychopath.

But back to the story, my parents went away and it was just Amanda and I. She was asleep on the top bunk, while I lay underneath, loathing every second of her presence. She woke up and went into the living room, terrified out of her wits about something, but I ignored her pleas as she tried to drag me along, because I have never cared for her.

Whatever I was doing was rudely interrupted by an earsplitting scream that could have only come from my sister. I'm not going to lie, I honestly considered letting whatever scare her continue to do so, thinking it was probably a spider or something pathetic like that, but curiosity drew me towards her sobbing and squeals.

The first thing I saw when I walked in there to this day still brings a smile to my face. There lay my bratty sister on the floor, sobbing as a hooded man pinned her down, dragging a knife across her body. It took me a few seconds, but I soon realized that this was the "Jeff the Killer" that had been haunting the Internet for a while now. I only really knew about him due to the rumors around my school, but that's not really important.

He slit my sister's throat, still not noticing me behind him, and I just watched, grinning in sheer delight as my sister's blood formed in a small puddle around her head as it trickled from the brutal slice in her arteries.

And that's when Jeff noticed me, grinning like a child on Christmas as the lights faded from Amanda's pretty eyes. So naturally, he tried to kill me, as any psychopathic killer would. But he was distracted by... something. I think something was calling him back outside, because he really looked like he wanted to kill me. But instead he swore to be back and ran out through the open balcony-door and jumped over the railing and ran.

The sound of police sirens followed minutes after his disappearance, and I just stood there, staring at Amanda's corpse right up until the police were knocking on the door. Apparently one of my neighbors had called them after hearing Amanda's irritating screams, and obviously I was number one suspect.

My story was that I just woke up after her scream and saw her body, and there were strange, white fibers on her body, plus some other murder victims' blood, probably from Jeff's knife. So I managed to get off fine, and I was almost thrilled to be an only child. But my parents weren't as happy, and insisted on a foreign burial for the corpse of their little princess, because she had always wanted to travel, and that left me alone at home once again, about a month after the incident.

Yeah, my parents were crap, but this was mainly filed under "financial issues" due to the fact that the only reason we didn't travel was the fact that we weren't rich. I'm sure many can relate. So obviously wasting all this money on a corpse was a great idea, but I was glad I wasn't going. I didn't want to go to her funeral and see people crying because of her death, mainly because this was one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me.

And, of course, cue the cliché. Jeff came back! Surprise!

Of course I was predicting it, but when he arrived I wasn't prepared. All I had was the one carving knife that I was using at the time to make jam sandwiches with because the dishes were piling up and I wasn't going to do them just to get a knife for sandwiches.

So we had an amazing fight, where I actually spared him because I guess I felt like I owed him for ridding the world of Amanda. No, I'm not saying I'm stronger, I'm saying I was put in a position where I could have been able to kill him in order to spare my own life, but chose to just let him kill me. But he didn't, God knows why. I bet he wishes he did now. I bet he wants me dead more than anything else now.

No, I'm not Jane the Killer. Jesus, her character is so, so awful, it's so obvious she isn't real. Yes, I did research before sharing my story with the world, but who in hell believes that?

So he basically dragged me out into the forest that was adjacent to our house, and forced me to murder someone. A man. I didn’t want to do it, mostly because I knew I would most likely get caught, but he made me. I had no problems with it, creeping up on him and just stabbing him in the back, and my lack of empathy and other emotions made it okay, but he thought I liked it.

He thought I was like him.

I was only doing it out of self-preservation, but it kept happening. He kept forcing me to murder innocents, and I kept pretending to be okay with it. He almost seemed to grow jealous of my “eagerness” to rip the lives from the bodies of others.

He made me live with him in the forest, hell, he even made me look similar to like him. My messy, brown bob was cut short and is now black, even hair dye runs through it now, my once beautiful hazel eyes a hideous, soul wrenching black. He even somehow got my skin to a ghastly gray color, making me look like a zombie.

I don’t know when he did it. I don’t know how he did it. But I am fucking mad!

I just woke up, dressed in a pretty red dress, a pair of sharpened scissors at my side, and a hideous body. I’m not going to go looking for Jeff; I know that’s pointless and stupid. But now I’m out here and I can never go back.

Everyone should feel my pain. My parents are dead. They didn’t care well enough for me anyway. They didn’t even recognize me when I got to their doorstep, grinning maliciously at them.

Sure, it might not have been Jeff who ruined me, but whoever did, they did a hell of a good job.

I’m not out here for revenge, I’m here as a warning. I suppose since you have now heard of me, you might as well know my name. I am Clementine Grey.

So watch out, when you hear the song Oh My Darling Clementine, remember me. Oh, My Darling is coming for you. Scrawled in messy writing across your corpse, done with the tip of my scissors. Oh, I’m here.

Maybe Jeff will notice and come back for me. Maybe he’ll kill me.

He’s all I have left, in a world where I’m a monster. The two things I long for: death and someone to relate to.

At this point, I almost understand why he took me and forced me to do those awful things. The loneliness he must have been feeling was probably killing him. But now he’s left me, and I am alone.

I would be fine if he had never found me all those nights ago, but now I want nothing more than for him to find me once again. And that’s why I submitted this.

Oh my Darling

Oh my Darling, Clementine

Now you’re lost and

Gone forever

Dreadful sorry,

Clementine.

The song will be the last thing any of my victims will here. Imagine if it were you as the victim. You would be there like a flare gun that I shoot in the dark. You would be burned so I could be found.

Please, don’t struggle.

I just don’t want to be alone.

#jeff the killer #creepypasta #fanfiction #jtk #horror #story

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sapphicgarlic · 4 years ago

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Omg have you seen the tik tok by impossiblyasleep?! Please do!! We need to elaborate 🥺😍😍😍😍💘💘

YES WE NEED TO EXPAND ON IT.

I imagined something like this:

Maybe Harry had to leave town for a week to handle over his contract and next album details with the record label and he couldn´t not go. You both agreed that it was better for you and the little bub to stay at home rather than to stay on a hotel or rented apartment -- even though it would be a lavish one considering Harry status and that he wants the absolute best for his two girls, home was home.

Of course he would Facetime you two at least three times a day: morning, afternoon and night. Call it excessive but without it Harry wouldn't be able to focus on what he went to do, he missed his little family so much that his heart ached. It was the longest time he was away from you and bubs since her birth and it was taking a toll on him. What if she says ´dada´ and he is not there? Or if she tries to walks and doesn't have her Daddy to prevent her from falling?

However, one of his first meetings on Thursday got delayed and that fucked his whole schedule. The morning Facetime did go over than the normally forty minutes he had but he wouldn't be able to call on lunch time and when he got to his hotel room he napped for way too long. It was supposed to be one “Rest for five minutes then I will wake up and call them” naps.

When he woke up, his body instantly bolted looking for his phone when he noticed it was already morning. There was two missed Facetime calls and at least 5 messages from the missus.

Harry??

OH, texted Jeff and he told me what happened

you must be asleep right now oops

if you are reading this in the morning, we are okay! watched a lot of cartoons today but someone missed her Daddy too much and the funniest thing happened:

And there is the video you took from your daughter attached. Maybe you sended another video next and it's you holding her while she was her legs around your torso, both singing -- little love would be babbling nonsense or just giggling to be exact -- and dancing around what it looks like your living room and Harry´s heart couldn't be more heavy, he just missed his two girls so much.

Call us when you can, busy boy!

We love you and miss you! Just two more sleeps!!

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evilelitest2 · 5 years ago

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Why do fascists hate capitalism?

Good question. About half the reasons they hate capitalism are the same reason most leftist do, bad people are still likely to be annoyed at a bad thing that hurts them. Here are the other reasons

1) Fascists don’t believe in social mobility. Capitalism core tenant is “social mobility’, that somebody can work hard and become a billionaire, blah blah blah. Now this focus on social mobility is and always has been mostly a lie, but even rhetorically capitalism values the notion of social advancement. fascists do not, in fascist ideology, your birth determines your place in the world, and is part of a “natural order”. The only way to improve yourself is through war, and even that is more fulfilling your existing destiny rather than creating your own. Thus Fascists despises any form of social advancement outside military leadership, which is a major reason why they hate liberalism, socialism and communism, but its also a reason why they hate capitalism (though they usually prioritize the left wing ideologies first). This is even more true for them when somebody they think is “inferior” advances ‘above their station. Fascists aren’t aristocratic, but they hate capitalism for much of the same reason that the feudal aristocrats and monarchs hated it. It brings change and challenges the caste system

(Speaking of which)

2) On that note, capitalism is rarely…ideologically racist. Now capitalism is racist, it promotes and enforces existing racial hierarchies, and much of the damage of colonialism can be laid at the feet of capitalism. However capitalist ideology rarely buys directly into blood purity or “The Volk” style race theory that fascists so love. Capitalism in the US makes it super difficult for a black man to advance compared to his white counterpart, but if a black man does manage to become a billionaire, capitalism is basically cool with it. If you look at a demographic breakdown of the 1%, it is mostly old white men (and almost all people who at least partially inherited their wealth) but it also includes a lot of non white people and women. its a minority and many of them come from dictatorships (Saudi Arabia, China ect) but the ‘richest people in the world club isn’t entirely monochromatic. To leftists, this doesn’t seem especially impressive, but to fascists it is way too much diversity. Because capitalism is at its heart…amoral, the system will keep going even if the 1% are majority non white, gay or women, but to fascists that is terrifying. they barely tolerate capitalism because the ruling class are mostly straight white dudes, but the thought of the ruling class not overlapping with their belief in racial science to them is terrifying

3) Capitalism is ultimately an amoral system. It doesn’t really believe in a larger ideology beyond “make a fuck ton of money” and “innovate…somehow.” It does evil things because it believes that doing so will make them money, if doing the right thing will make them more money, they will. Capitalism is just an utterly mercenary ideology, and will gladly pretend to support progressive causes if it turns a profit. Again, leftists (rightly) aren’t big fans of this, but fascists hate it for the same reason we do honestly.

Like you know the whole “Woke capitalism” thing that gets leftists worked up. its doing something good but you know they don’t care and so they will abandon us the moment they feel like they can get away with it and all that. That is how fascists feel about the racism in capitalism, they like it but because it is not ideological, they don’t trust it.

Again this seems weird to leftists, but yes, fascists don’t like capitalism because it isn’t racist enough. We tend to interact with capitalism more than fascism, so people often don’t realize how much worse it can get

4) Capitalism doesn’t care about the spiritual, except as something to sell. ironically for all the hatred capitalism and communism have for each other, the two ideologies actually share a lot in common, they are super secular, materialist, and basically assume that everything in the world is nothing more than simply products. Communists and capitalists disagree on what should be done with these goods, but neither of them believe there is anything beyond this world.

Fascists utterly reject this world view, they hate it, they hate it with a thousand suns. I know that there current image is a sort of ironic racism chanboard nonsense, but in terms of their actual beliefs, Fascists take everything super seriously. The entire argument of Nazism is that they value symbols more than actual human life, and they are fiercely attached to various “spiritual” political issues even if they are officially atheists. I mean capitalism doesn’t give a damn about “degeneracy” because it isn’t actually a material thing, its just an aesthetic preference, there is no like “measurement” of degeneracy. same goes for honor, the family, purity, and their approach to art, fascism is in many ways about finding meaning in otherwise mundane things. So at fascist rally to them is this transcendental almost religious experience, while a capitalist would be more It interested in trying to find a way to make money off it. Fascism is a highly Romantic movement, which doesn’t play well with the cynical wordy perspective of capitalists, who believe in nothing.

Fascists also dislike aristocracy, but they love the myth and romance that is necessary for aristocracy and monarchy. They basically want aristocracy of the skin.

5) Fascists kinda…hate the idea of money. Like Capitalism emerged from the merchant classes and is basically came about with the argument “all of your aristocratic concerns over honor, titles, and god are stupid, what matters is who has the money and how you use it” And Fascists just hate that worldview, one of their defining traits is their love of war and conflict, in fact fascists prioritize war over almost everything else. It has been noted by smarter men than I (I recommend Ur Fascism) that Fascism is basically a death cult, they want effectively an endless war that they can die gloriously in destroying their enemies.

Consistently by the way, fascists will prioritize destroying the people they see as inferior over securing their own material best interest. Hitler probably could have run his dictatorship in Germany on his own for quite a long time and lived in luxury, but he wanted a giant war because that is what they care about.

in fact actively seem to indulge in self destructive short term ideologies. The Nazi economic policy was an absolute joke, with the economy serving as nothing more than something to keep the war effort going. Stephen Miller, the most fascist like person in trump’s administration, is hyper fixated on a brutal immigration policy, even though it actually hurts the economy. Fascists oppose freedom of movement and free trade, even though those are policies neoliberal capitalism supports. The reason is that Fascists value the preservation of “The Volk” over profits, and would rather their people suffer than have to live alongside other races (these people are deeply stupid)

6) Fascism doesn’t enjoy having fun. I know for most of, our experience of capitalism is misery as we work, to earn the right to work, to earn the right to give, ourselves the right to buy, ourselves the right to live, to earn the right to die. However the way that capitalism sells itself is basically “buy lots of shit and that will make yourself happy”.

Fascism doesn’t really…like being happy. As i said before, they like war, they like conflict, they like having an enemy who they can destroy. To fascists, what matters most is how you kill and how you die, rather than enjoying life. Fascism is about fetishistic death. Pink Floyd was right that Fascism is almost a form of intellectual suicide.

If you look at Japanese fascism, there is big fixation on aesthetic purity focus, with the only thing mattering being conflict

7) Capitalism tends to value the urban, the industrial, and the technology, while fascists, like the Confederates before them, are enamored with the rural and the pre-industrial. This might seem surprising, but there are a lot of fascists who are into environmentalism, Nazis Germany was one of the first states to pass laws banning animal cruelty and limiting smoking. Fascists are really into this sort of “Clean earth, clean people’ aesthetic which always serves as the breeding ground for cruelty.

8) Capitalism tends to be leery of state control and fascists are all about that shit

9)Finally….we need to be frank. A lot of the ways we talk about anti capitalism actually can fit really nicely into the antisemitic narratives that so dominated fascist thinking.

so the Marxist says

“Hey the entire world is controlled by a tiny elite of rich greedy parasites who are making us fight each other in order to benefit themselves”

And the Fascist says

“Yeah….they are Jewish”

its actually really hard to depict the rich as a class without accidentally wandering into anti Jewish sentiments, because the last 2,000 years of anti Jewish racism has been about creating conspiracy theories where they secretly control the entire world. A lot of what fascism does is taking existing issues of capitalism and being like “oh yeah…that is the fault of the Jews. Or migrants/African Americans/Muslims/feminists ect. Gamergate is a good example of this, they are pissed at corporations, but they blame feminists rather than you know…the inherently predatory nature of capitalism. Many of the things we don’t like about capitalism are things they also don’t like about capitalism. This is a major thing they do in terms of recruiting, they focus on getting people pissed at capitalism but then make it be secretly run by Jews rather than you know..Jeff Bezos.

(nazi properganda and below are soviet Images of capitalism )

(and sometimes both)

This is why btw, I am less anti capitalist than most leftists, because talking to fascists makes you appreciate things about them. Hitler was destroyed by both a communist dictatorship and a capitalist democracy working together.

Its worth noting that while fascists do hate capitalism, they hate socialism a lot more, and tend to ally with capitalist to kill leftists, as we see from the Weimar Republic. Fascist are often ok with certain types of corporate authoritarianism, but in the same way the left can be ok with somebody like Obama.

(Frank Miller’s Batman is if Libertarian and Fascism had a baby)

The lesson I would take from this is that just because somebody hates the thing you hate, doesn’t mean they are necessarily your ally, they might in fact be even worse. Yet another reason to distrust the dirtbag left

#ask EvilElitest #Fascism #capitalism #adam Smith #Communism #Marxism #Nazism #Political theory #Liberalism #Imperial Japan #Nazi Germany #Fascist Italy #Alt Right #Gamergate #Dirtbag left

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If You Walk Away, You’ll Never Know - David Dobrik

read PART 1 here

PART 2

Right as the plane hit the sky, Dave curled up into a ball and, of course, fell asleep. You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked. His hat was pulled so far over his eyes, you could barely see him. His hoodie rose up, revealing the skin on his waist.

You let out a deep breath. Trying to forget about the idea of David actually having feelings for you. It was all just an act for him. Camera’s were always on everyone, anything for content. Right?

“Everything good?” Jeff asks from next to you.

You nodded, “Just tired.”

“You can sleep on me if you want,” He says, lifting up the arm rest to give you more space. Rolling your hoodie into a ball pillow, you rested it against his arm. You tried to get comfortable but apologized when you kept moving.

“Hold on. I have an idea,” Jeff says, taking your makeshift pillow off of him and stretching his arm out, pulling you into his side. “I’m not making a move,” he promises, giving you back the hoodie. “Besides, David already called dibs on you,”

Your face turned pink. David? Calling dibs? On You? But why…

You didn’t push the comment, but you definitely kept it in mind. Silently thanking Jeff for making your sleeping arrangement more comfortable, you fell into a deep sleep.

What felt like only 20 minutes later, your eyes opened. Your head felt heavy above you only to realize it was Jeff, resting his head on yours.

As much as he loves coming off as a hot shot, Jeff is probably the softest one out of the guys. His looks say otherwise, but when it comes to people, girls especially, he’s always so caring. If it wasn’t for the fact that he reminded you too much of an older brother, you would have hopped on that train months ago.

The pilot came over the speaker, announcing that your plane would be landing in just about 20 minutes. By now, everyone was awake, except the one person holding you down. Literally. You inhaled his scent, falling deeper into his body. Maybe this trip could bring out a new you. A new you who stopped looking at David and started looking at other guys.

You shook yourself out of your daydream and poked Jeff’s side until he woke up.

“Okay okay I got the memo. I’m awake you asshole,” He says shoving your hands down.

A weight is lifted off you as he moves his head.”I should sleep with you more often. You’re quite comfortable,” Jeff says, a little too loud for your liking.

Zane’s head pops out behind you, “Baby, WHAT!” Him and Matt broke out into a laugh, causing your face to heat up. Out of the corner of your eye, you see David’s attention shoot from you to his phone. How long was he awake for?

“Bro, she’s like a teddy bear and a blanket,” Jeff says, all nonchalantly.

You decided to play along, breaking out a confidence you didn’t know you had. “If you wanted to sleep with me all you had to do was ask,” You pat his knee, sending your friends in a fit of laughter. A smile formed on Jeff’s lips, leaving him speechless. David scoffs, causing you to look over at him. He had a blank stare, no emotion anywhere. You let it go, not wanting this trip to start on a bad note.

***

After checking in and everyone getting their key cards, you all split up to find each other’s rooms.

Of course you were rooming with David since Natalie wanted to be with the other girls. Usually you wouldn’t have a problem with it but now that you’re trying not to focus on David, you’re gonna be stuck with him for the next week. You held in your groan as you followed Dave to the room. Everyone was pretty much a couple rooms away from each other so you always had another room to escape to if needed. Maybe Natalie would switch with you. Probably not.

David hasn’t said a single word to you since you got on the plane. The old you would have been annoyed, or hurt by this but it just makes everything easier for you.

You drop your bags on the floor and flop on the bed. You didn’t even notice David left you alone in the room until you lifted your head up. His camera was gone, so of course he was bugging everyone for content.

Natalie took this chance to slip in your room and finish the conversation from hours prior.

“There’s definitely something going on. Talk to me, (y/n),” Natalie pleaded as she flopped down on the bed. “You two were literally alone in your room for 2 hours. Something definitely happened.”

“Nat, I promise you. There’s nothing. We’re friends. That’s all. I was sleeping and David was watching tv.” That’s the truth. You just left out the almost kiss and you practically cuddling him.

“Okay but when we got off the plane he was clearly mad. What happened?”

You mind flashed back to the plane ride. Another cuddle session but this time with Jeff. And you basically telling him he could sleep with you whenever.

“I don’t know. He was asleep for the entire flight.” Natalie squints her eyes, not fully believing you but she didn’t ask anymore questions.

The next couple hours flew by as everyone caught up on their sleep. Around 10:30 your and David’s room was filled with everyone talking about what they’re all doing until dinner. Facing away from everyone, you laid under the covers trying to block out all the talk. The bed dipped next to you as someone played with the ends of your hair. Assuming it was David, as he was doing this same thing earlier, you relaxed your head into his touch. Not even seconds later, David started talking, except his voice was too far away for him to be next to you. You rolled over to see Jeff smiling like a child on christmas. “Good morning sunshine,” he jokes, pulling his hand away. You make eye contact with Dave only to see him glare at you and then at Jeff. Your face contorts, confusion filling your entire body. Is David Dobrik jealous? No. Couldn’t be. He doesn’t have feelings for me. Not like that. You thought to yourself. But he called dibs.

No.

If he “called dibs” on you and really wanted you, he would have done something by now.

You ignored everyone talking around you and gathered an outfit and your makeup.

If David wanted to play games, then so would you.

Strutting back over to Jeff, you quietly asked him if you could get ready in his room since everyone was in yours. He politely agrees and leads you out of the room. You felt a pair of eyes on you with every move you made. You knew he was watching you and Jeff walk out of the room together. You enjoyed making him jealous.

You followed behind Jeff as he led you into his hotel room. You glanced around noticing how messy it was already. “Jeff, we’ve been here for not even a full morning. How is this room already destroyed?” You couldn’t help but laugh at the nonsense

“Listen, when you room with 3 guys things get messy. Don’t judge us,” Jeff’s smile beams through the bathroom mirror as he tries to clean up a bit. He leaves you alone to get ready but you didn’t realize he was still in his room.

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whumblr · 4 years ago

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Custody 21 - Friends

Part 1 - Continued from Part 20

Tagging: @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @special-spicy-chicken @burtlederp @stxckfxck @whatwasmyprevioususername @chocopiggy @hurtmebeautifully

Nat woke looking up at a harsh light above them. Their stomach lurched as for a second they thought they were back in the white room, but their mind was quickly put at ease by a familiar squeeze around their hand.

Nat smiled before he even saw who was sitting next to them. They turned their head, expecting to see only Jeff, but the tiny room was packed with people. Nat couldn’t hide their surprise as they looked around the familiar faces. They all had the same goofy grin on their face, their eyes flooded with relief and mixed with concern now that Nat had opened their eyes and rejoined them. Jeff sat next to them, giving a reassuring smile. Kelvin and the rest of the team stood behind the bed. Thomas, their chief, sat on the other side of the bed.

“Nat!” he yelled as he saw Nat opened their eyes. He abruptly stood, nearly knocking over the stool he was perching on.

The room erupted into a hissing of shushing sounds. “Tom! Shh! You’ll get us all kicked out!” He quickly sat down again, his hand moving to his neck, grinning a self-conscious apology.

“We kind of snuck in,” Jeff explained to an increasingly bewildered looking Nat. “There’s a really scary nurse here and she says it’d be too crowded and you need to rest.”

“At least you’re in good hands here, Nat.”

“I bet we wouldn’t even need security outside your room.”

“Maybe she’s up for a career change?”

“Yeah, I kinda want her in our team. Damn, she could scare the mob straight.”

Soft snickering rose up.

Nat wiped at the single tear leaking down their cheek. “Thank you,” they whispered and looked around the room at the relieved faces of their friends. They had missed Nat. They had been worried about them. They didn’t look irritated, they didn’t seem cross. They came for Nat. Came to see them even when they weren’t allowed.

“What’s this about security?” Nat asked.

The mood shifted a little.

“We got you out,” Kelvin explained. “Made a couple of arrests but Eric was nowhere to be found. We’re still looking for him. Working with some of his thugs, see if they know about his other hideouts.”

“Oh,” Nat merely said. “Right.” So they weren’t exactly out of the woods yet. They weren’t sure what they’d expected. But even though the thought of Eric still being out there unnerved them, the feeling was overshadowed by the efforts they saw their team make to keep them safe.

The sound of the door sliding open made them all jump.

“What’s this?!” the sharp sound of the nurse’s voice filled the room, followed by an anxious chaos and whispers of ‘Shit!’ and ‘Run! Run away!’ as Kelvin and the team slid past her with a bow and a quick wave to Nat.

“Mr. Hochland! I expected you to keep your team visiting in check!”

“Apologies, ma’am,” Thomas said as he rose slowly. “They really wanted to be here. It won’t happen again. They will stick to one at the time now.”

The nurse gave an angry snort and started fussing with Nat’s medicine and IV.

“Jeff’s up for the first shift. Rosie will come and relieve you at six.” Thomas looked back to catch Jeff nodding and stepped out, leaving the two alone. Well, almost alone.

“Sorry about that,” Nat flashed a guilty, yet disarming smile at the nurse.

“Nonsense, sweetie,” her anger disappeared instantly, though her tone of voice still had a force that showed she wouldn’t tolerate any argument. “Take these pills and get some rest now.” She gave Jeff another hard stare and left.

Jeff merely smiled, his gaze returning to Nat. “I got a stupid question for you. You ready?” Nat arched their brows and nodded. “How are you feeling?”

Nat gave a soft snort, almost more of a pleased sigh. It’s not that stupid of a question. Even in a situation like this, and with the whirlwind of emotions Nat felt right now, they had to think about it. Hurt, yes, though the medicine and professional care would take care of that. Scared, sure. Good, maybe, or just a careful ‘not bad’. But the most overwhelming feeling was…

“Relieved.”

“So are we.”

“You think he’ll come back for me?” Nat asked. They wouldn’t have even considered it; maybe they’d been a little naïve, but being out apparently didn’t equal being safe. They realized that now.

“No. But we’re not going to leave you here alone. Best to play it safe.” Jeff placed a hand on Nat’s shoulder and got up. “I’ll be right outside. Call if you need anything.”

But the only thing Nat needed for now was rest. Not even their overthinking was able to keep them from drifting off, their last thought only being amazed at how exhausted they still were.

"Got you a little something," Jeff let a large paper bag sink into Nat’s lap. It was the next day, late in the morning and he arrived a little early before his next guard shift.

Nat eagerly tore it open and their face lit up. The bag was filled to the brim with their favorite snacks. Nat looked up, grateful though feeling a little guilty.

"What's wrong? You love Ferrero's, I didn't get the wrong flavor, I think?"

Shaking their head, trying to suppress a fond smile, Nat reached over to their bedside table and opened the drawer.

"Oh," Jeff laughed heartily as the drawer was already filled up with treats, also mostly Ferrero Rochers. "Then I'm betting this fruit basket is from Kelvin?"

Said basket was still wrapped in plastic, adorned with a large bow and ribbons. Looking pretty on the nightstand and radiating joy and healthiness, but otherwise untouched.

"Healthy mind…" Nat started, "in a healthy body," Jeff chimed in, and they both laughed as they mimed Kelvin's catchphrase.

"Yeah, no, I can't beat that," Jeff grinned. "Least I can do now is get rid of these unhealthy temptations," and he popped a chocolate in his mouth.

Nat took another as well, breaking it in half in their mouth. They ate the hazelnut first and savored the gooey chocolate. They tugged at the bag, which was heavier than chocolates should be, even though they now had enough to build a large Ferrero pyramid of their own. They clumsily scooped out the candies with their good hand and added it all to their supply. All the snacks had hidden a stack of books and magazines at the bottom. “A trap bottom to merely create the illusion of more chocolates, you shouldn’t have,” Nat said as they pulled the books out with a smile.

"To take your mind off things," Jeff said, his mouth still full.

Jeff read tons and while Nat wouldn’t say it was their main hobby, they did often read things Jeff recommended.

"Thanks, I really needed that." Nat piled the books onto their already full nightstand, stacking the magazines on top and picked one. Their attention span wasn't ready yet for a novel, but some bite-sized snippets of fun and distraction would help them pass the time and spend some more time outside their own head, getting some time off from their own thoughts.

"You ruminating a lot?" Jeff asked, and he nodded as Nat answered positively. "Thought so." He gestured to a stack of books. "Want to get it out?"

While Nat's mind was mostly occupied thinking about Eric and his offer, what it would mean now that they were out and Eric was nowhere to be found, it was a part of their thoughts they weren't ready to share yet. But they could benefit from letting in a little room, getting some of their anxieties out.

“I feel ashamed," Nat just blurted out, starting with the heaviest feeling. "That I let this happen. That I couldn’t stop it. Every day, every day he came up with something and every day I felt weaker and weaker, unable to do anything. Fighting him would make it worse. But now I wonder if doing nothing was even worse.” They fiddled with the pages of the magazine in their lap.

“And now, seeing you all again, and all this, I feel terrible that I started to believe…” they cut off.

“…that I believed that you all hated me for… for this, for being taken, for being a burden.”

Jeff just nodded, letting them get their thoughts out without interrupting. They sat in silence for a bit, then he spoke. "You remember when Kelvin was MIA just after he joined us? His comm's down during a raid and he was used as collateral?"

"Yes, but that was…"

"Not so different from this. At the time, did you think it was his own fault?" Jeff asked and Nat shook their head. "Occupational hazard? Big guy, swat vet, should be able to take care of himself?" Again Nat shook their head.

"You… we, did everything we could to help him. As we did now for you. The only one we hated was the rat bastard who got his hands on you. It was hell, not knowing what was going on. Kelvin went practically mad."

"He said."

“He thought it was his fault. You think it’s your fault. The only one shifting away from the blame game is the one responsible and that’s…” he cut himself off, not wanting to let his name slip over his lips.

"Look Nat, your anxieties are valid. I may not be able to help you with the shame and fear, but you're allowed to feel like that. I'm not going to tell you not to feel scared or ashamed. But don't let it consume you. Just know we would never hate you or judge you for… well, whatever happened. You did what you could and you survived. Got out. That's saying something, right?"

“I guess,” Nat admitted with a nudge of their head. It’s true, they got out. Got away before things turned worse, before they really broke.

Jeff watched as their eyes lit up just a tiny bit. “Looks like that helped clear your mind even if just for a little, hm?”

“Well, I have another problem,” Nat said, and they reached out to their nightstand again, trying to push the drawer shut. Their pile of snacks rustled in protest.

“Now there’s something I can definitely help you with.”

Continued here.

#whump #whumpfic #h/c #comfort #fluff #post captivity #hospital #I'm a sucker for hard ass nurses and sneaking into hospital rooms #custody series #my writing

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