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Happily

~Happily by One Direction~

Author's Note: this is similar to a piece I loved writing on my old account, withcolebrock (if you like Colby Brock then go check my old works!) Also as always italics are flashbacks! Summary: Quinn's in love with Y/N but she's getting married Warnings: implied smut, swearing Word Count: 4,936 Quinn Hughes x fm!reader

When she invited him to the wedding, he was only shocked. His entire family was invited, of course. Their parents have been friends for years before Quinn and Y/N were born. He thought that after everything they’ve been through, he wouldn’t be invited.

He always thought that exes shouldn’t be invited to weddings. But was he even her ex? It was something rattling in his brain for months since the invite was sent to his apartment. Was it a mistake? Did they argue about it? Did she demand he be there? They were best friends after all.

She moved to Vancouver with him. They shared a two bedroom apartment together, where her room was rarely used. But they were only ever friends with benefits. They never exceeded the relationship side of things.

“Did that really just happen?” she questioned, turning her head to the side to meet his gaze. They were both still breathing heavily, sweat was on his forehead as well as his pink cheeks. He pressed his lips together while he took in a deep breath, awkwardly nodding. “Wow,” she mumbled, shifting her gaze back towards the ceiling.

Quinn’s lips slowly curled into a smirk, “Wow amazing or wow that was embarrassingly bad we should never do that again?” he kept his gaze on her, watching the smile form on her lips. She rolled her eyes playfully, brushing a few stray pieces of hair away from her forehead.

“Wow, amazing, wow we shouldn’t have done that,” she explained, her gaze meeting him once more. His eyes squinted slightly as he furrowed his eyebrows slightly. She took in a deep breath, inching towards him.

She reached her hand over, resting it onto his cheek. She slowly ran her thumb across his cheek. “Wow, let’s do it again,” she mumbled, a half smirk on her lips.

His lips slowly went into a smile as he reached towards her, taking a hold of her bare thigh. Pulling her onto his lap, he glided his hands up and down her naked frame. “Wow,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

She leaned towards him, kissing him urgently. Kissing him felt so right and so perfect in that moment. It was fun and loving in a special way she couldn’t make out the feeling.

Quinn slowly rolled her onto her back, as he kept a hold of her thigh. He loved the feeling of her leg in his hands. “Should we talk about this?” he asked as he pulled away from her lips. She scanned his features, rubbing her thumb across his jawline.

“Maybe after we do that again,” she said with a small smirk. Her hand slowly glided from his jawline, towards his neck and into his hair.

“Well obviously,” he muttered as leaned towards her, kissing her desperately once more. She giggled into the kiss.

It was a black tie wedding. The guests were expected to wear black so that the bridal party could stand out. He wore all black, maybe a symbol of mourning her last possible moments of freedom.

He stared in the mirror, his hair styled, away from his face. His beard more full than normal but was cleaned up and neat looking.

He blinked a few times as a hand was waving in front of his face. He shifted his gaze to see Luke standing beside him. He was in a regular black and white undershirt suit. His hair was shorter as it was early August and he wanted his hair cut short before the season began.

“Are you doing okay?” Luke asked, shoving his hands into his pockets. Quinn licked his lips while he nodded. “You’re disappearing a bit, are you sure?” Luke pressed. Quinn nodded once more as he ran a hand over his mouth as he walked towards the bed.

“Boys! We need to go! We’ll be late for the ceremony!” Ellen shouted from across the AirBnB. Luke met Quinn’s gaze, patting him on the shoulder before he walked out of the bedroom that was Quinn’s for the weekend. Quinn tilted his head back, taking a deep breath before he followed after his youngest brother.

They laid facing one another as she traced the inside of his palm delicately with her finger. He watched her, the small furrow in her eyebrows as she clenched and unclenched her jaw. She was chewing on the inside of her lip as she avoided his eye.

It’s been a few months of their arrangement where they were best friends who had benefits. It was fun, still was. It was probably more often than what the typical arrangement should’ve been. Neither of them complained, or would ever want to complain.

He took a small breath as he reached his free hand over and rested it onto the curve of her waist. He ran his thumb slowly and softly across the fabric of her thin tank top. She lifted her gaze, meeting his eye.

“Do you think our friendship will ever get back to normal after this?” she asked, her voice breaking softly. He inched towards her, his heart starting to beat hard against his chest. He took a deep breath.

“I don’t think it’ll be the same, why?” he asked quietly. She swallowed hard as she pressed her lips together.

“I just hope we didn’t mess up by doing this, I don’t want to lose you,” she said, her eyes getting teary. He pulled her towards him, letting her rest her head onto his chest. He slowly ran his hand up and down her back.

“Where’s this coming from?” he asked in a hushed tone. She shrugged as she reached her hand up, caressing the skin of his cheek. “You won’t lose me. You’re stuck with me either as a best friend who you have amazing sex with or as a best friend without,” he let out. She giggled as those words left his lips.

“It is pretty amazing, huh?” she mumbled, sniffling slightly.

“What I’m saying is, I loved you for years before this happened. I’ll love you for years after it stops, okay?” he explained. She lifted her head, looking down to meet his eye. She smiled softly before she leaned down, kissing him softly.

“Ditto,” she let out. He gasped.

“I just poured my heart out and all you can say is ditto?” he forced out.

“That was hardly pouring your heart out,” she teased as she rested her hand onto his chest.

“It was from the heart, that still counts,” he let out as he ran his hand up her back and ran his fingers soothingly through her hair.

“You are so dramatic Quinn Hughes,” she said, shaking her head. She reluctantly stood up from the bed, adjusting the tiny shorts on her frame as she walked towards the door. “Good luck tonight,” she mumbled before she walked out of the room to get ready for work.

“Thanks,” he muttered. Leaving Quinn alone and surrounded in his thoughts.

She stared into her reflection, admiring the makeup her sister had done. It was beautiful, it made her feel extra gorgeous for her special day. She was starting to hate her hair, hating the idea of the updo she had chosen. Suddenly feeling insecure about each part of her upper body. Her neck was too big, her jaw looked wrong. Her smile felt fake.

Everything was starting to feel wrong. It was too soon, everything about the wedding was starting to feel wrong. Maybe even the guy was wrong. Colin was a wonderful man. He was kind and sweet and would do anything to make Y/N happy.

It was hard to admit but she was content. She didn’t want to marry someone who she was only content with. She wanted the constant butterflies, the never ending need and desire for one another. The laughter, the never ending smiles. Colin and Y/N fell into a routine so fast it felt as though they were meant to be. Their lives matched together so beautifully it seemed to be easy.

Maybe she didn’t want it easy. Maybe she didn’t want Colin. Maybe she wanted him instead.

She pushed the thought away as she dropped her gaze towards the wedding dress. It was a dress she has been dreaming of since she was a little kid.

Her mother slowly walked up behind her, resting her hands onto Y/N’s shoulders. “How’s my girl doing?” she asked, smiling towards her through the mirror. Y/N tilted her head to the side, admiring her own frame as she simply nodded. Unsure of the words to say. “Oh what’s wrong?” she asked in a hushed tone.

“I’m fine, seriously,” she whispered, a voice crack leaving her throat in the process.

“You shouldn’t be just fine on your wedding day, is this about Quinn?” her mother asked. Y/N’s eyes widened as she spun around. Her eyes danced around the room, making sure there weren't any wandering eyes or eager ears.

“What?” she forced out barely above a whisper.

She stood in the kitchen preparing protein pancakes for Quinn’s birthday morning. He had a game later in the day so she still wanted it to be somewhat healthy but special for him. She hummed along to the country song playing as she swayed her hips back and forth to the beat. She held the spatula like a microphone for a few seconds as she sang along.

She flipped the last pancake of the batch over, hearing a small sizzle in the process. She reached into the cabinet and took a hold of two plates. She began adding several pancakes to each plate when she heard footsteps coming up from Quinn’s bedroom. She took the last pancake from the pan and dropped it onto the extras. She turned the stove off as she spun around holding the plates. Smiling wide, she met his sleepy gaze.

“Happy birthday!” she cheered out as she rested the plates onto the countertop. He smiled shyly as he dropped his head. “I made you some pancakes, protein pancakes and here's as many toppings as you want,” she said pointing towards the different collections of fruits and syrup.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said as he walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her. She wrapped her arms tightly around the center of his body. “This is amazing,” he mumbled before he pulled away from her.

“Come on, Quinny let’s eat,” she mumbled as she slowly kept her hand on the center of his back as they walked towards the stools on the other side of the counter. “I’ve got your whole day planned out,”

“Oh yeah?” he asked as he added strawberries onto his pancakes. She nodded dramatically as she added bananas onto hers. “What’s the plan? I still need my pre game nap,” he said, smiling, while he poured some syrup onto them.

“Don’t worry I already added it to the schedule, you’ll be ready by one to take your nap,” she offered with a teasing grin, “You have to hurry up and eat. We’re cutting it close to my next plan on the schedule,” she said as she took a bite of food.

“What’s that?” he questioned, raising his eyebrows.

“Shower sex, of course,” she let out. His eyes widened, swallowing hard. “But after we eat,” she pointed towards him with her fork. “I worked hard on this breakfast,” she continued.

He nodded, “Yes, ma’am,” He brought another bite of food towards his mouth as they maintained eye contact. He laughed as he dropped his gaze towards his plate.

“What are you talking about?” she asked as she stared into her mother’s gaze. Her mother tilted her head to the side as she pouted her lips slightly.

“My beautiful daughter, I’ve seen you two together your whole lives. You cannot tell me that there was never a moment you two didn’t get involved,” she asked in a hushed tone. Y/N clenched her jaw as she avoided her mother’s gaze. “The Christmas before you met Colin, I saw you two together. I saw the way you looked at him,”

“Mom,” she let out while shaking her head.

“Girls, can Y/N and I have a moment together alone?” her mother announced to the room full of bridesmaids. They all quickly scattered out of the room with zero hesitation. Her mother took a hold of her hands, looking deeply into her daughter’s eyes. “What is going through your mind right now?” she asked softly.

They sat on opposite ends of the living room. She was sitting close with her sister, Jackie, as she kept finding her gaze lingering back towards Quinn. He was doing the same thing, despite being in a full conversation with Luke.

Her sister’s son, Michael, was sitting in the center of both families opening all of his gifts. He was five years old, her sister had him when she was seventeen. Her family was still so supportive. The Hughes family also adored the little boy, giving him all of the gifts he could imagine.

They all loved spoiling the little boy. “Who’s that one from, Mikey?” her sister asked. Michael stared towards the box seeing the name label was from Quinn.

“Uncle Quinn,” he let out softly. Quinn smiled proudly as he shifted his gaze towards Y/N. Michael quickly ripped open the box to see a kids sized Vancouver Canucks jersey. Michael instantly pulled it out and held it to his body. Jackie’s eyes widened as she shifted her gaze towards her husband.

“Quinn, you know we’re Red Wings fans right?” Jackie’s husband said while laughing.

Quinn shrugged his shoulders while he smirked widely, “Eh, let Mikey pick his favorite,” Quinn leaned forward, resting his hands onto his knees.

“His Auntie Y/N is a Canucks fan too,” Y/N offered towards his sister. Her husband had rolled his eyes dramatically.

“She’s got Quinny bias, that’s not fair,” Jackie’s husband expressed.

“Yes I do,” she expressed as she stood up from her spot on the couch, her eyes remained connected with Quinn’s the whole time. She had a small smile on her lips while she walked towards him. She rested her hand on the top of the couch. “Does anyone want a drink?” she offered as she began walking slowly backwards towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’ll join you,” Quinn stood up, standing a few inches away from her for only a brief second. But everyone could feel the tension between them. He followed after her towards the kitchen.

She walked towards the fridge pulling out a Dr. Pepper as she also tossed Quinn one as well. He stared towards her, admiring her features as she leaned her head against the fridge. She smiled towards him. “What are you thinking?” she questioned.

He crossed his arms over his chest as he took a cautious step towards her, he glanced behind him. No one was in their line of sight. He took another step, his face near hers. “Can I kiss you?” he asked barely above a whisper. Her eyes squinted slightly as she felt her lips curl up into a smile.

Glancing behind him, she saw that no one was around. She nodded as he took a hold of her cheek, leaning towards her, kissing her delicately. It was only for a few seconds but it was everything they needed.

“You know this isn’t a part of the arrangement,” she whispered against his lips. He pecked her lips for a second before he pulled away.

“I know,” he mumbled before he slowly lowered his hand away from her face as he walked away from her. She followed after him after a few moments as she raised her hand up and delicately tapped her fingers onto her lips. A small grin slowly formed.

Her mother took a hold of her hands, looking deeply into her daughter’s eyes. “What is going through your mind right now?” she asked softly. Y/N lips quivered as she looked into her mother’s eyes. “Do you want to go through with this wedding?” she asked barely above a whisper.

“Yes, of course, I-I love Colin,” she let out as she took a hold of her own cheeks as she spun away. “I love Colin, we will be good together,” she forced out. She looked into her own reflection, watching her eyes get red as she felt tears burn in her eyes. “Our life would be easy, we would love and have a great life with great kids,” she explained as she kept staring at herself.

“When have you ever wanted an easy life?” her mother asked, a dry chuckle leaving her throat, “You and Quinn have always loved the complicated lifestyle,”

“There is no me and Quinn! There was never me and Quinn, we are friends. I love him but not like I love Colin,” she said walking away as she took a hold of the ends of dress as she walked away. She walked towards the opposite end of the room taking a deep breath. Her eyes danced between the photos of herself and Colin. She looked happy, but she wasn’t sure if she was actually happy. She let out a sigh.

“You’re right, you don’t love Colin like you love Quinn,” her mother let out.

“What are you doing?” she met her mother’s gaze, frustration filling her body. “Are you trying to talk me out of getting married? It’s a little late for that, I’m standing in a wedding gown.” she let out frustratingly.

They sat in comfortable silence as they drank their hot chocolate while staring towards the water in front of them. It was peaceful as a few small boats were floating in the distance.

They wanted to get out of the apartment. Quinn was starting to get tired of the walls of his apartment building, the arena, and the hotel rooms. He needed to experience fresh air and to be around some bodies of water.

“I have to tell you something,” Y/N mumbled as she kept her gaze forward, watching a woman run past the pair with her dog running a few feet in front of her. He turned his head, scanning her features.

“Okay,” he let out, watching her tilt her head back slightly.

“I think we have to stop,” she let out while taking in a deep breath. He nodded, waiting for her to continue. “We agreed that if there was someone that we wanted to maybe pursue a relationship with we would end things,” she rambled, her voice breaking slightly as she spoke. “I met someone and he’s really kind and-I don’t want to hurt you, Quinn,” she let out, meeting his gaze.

“You’re not hurting me,” he explained, scooting towards her. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, “I’m happy you met someone. This was temporary for a reason,” he whispered, afraid if he spoke louder the heart break in his body would come out.

If he was being honest, he brought her here to tell her that he loved her. He was in love with her but she clearly didn’t feel the same towards him. He swallowed hard as he met her gaze. He wanted to kiss her for the last time, but he wasn’t sure if that was something he could ask.

“Tell me about him,” he mumbled as he watched the small smile form on her lips. She took in a long breath.

“Well, he works at the same school I do. We’ve been around each other for years but we have been talking a lot more recently and I realized we get along great. He asked me out and I said yes,” she explained.

He nodded, “That’s great!” He was forced out.

“Are you upset?” she asked, scanning his features. He instantly shook his head, clenching his jaw slightly in the process.

“I told you I would love you for years after this arrangement ends, I meant that. You’re my best friend, Y/N,” he explained as he took a hold of her cheek. “We’ll be fine, I want you to be happy and if this guy makes you happy that’s all that matters,”

Quinn sat beside Luke as he stared towards his hands. He began awkwardly cracking his knuckles, repeatedly bending and moving his fingers. Luke kept his gaze low on his phone, scrolling through his Twitter feed.

Quinn lifted his gaze, watching people file into the seats. Quinn clenched his jaw as his heart began beating rapidly. He was trying to wrap his head around the idea that it was Y/N’s wedding. It was her wedding and he wasn’t the groom. He wanted her happy, maybe he focused on her happiness more than his own.

He’s always wanted her happy, he’s always wanted her to be at her happiest. He thought that she was better off with someone else. She went and found someone else, and she seemed happier with him.

Quinn began to distance himself from her. It was slow but he needed to step away for a while.

“You promised me!” she let out while crying. She pointed towards him as she paced back and forth. “You said you would love me after we stopped! You said it didn’t matter that you would love me and we would still be fine!” she shook her head. “Why are you constantly ignoring me? Why are you moving out? This isn’t how we do things, Quinn.”

He sat on the couch, his face in his hands. “I do love you! That’s fucking problem!” he expressed as he stood up. “I love you! That’s why I have to leave,” he walked away from her towards his room.

“Why is that a problem?” she sobbed out.

“Because you’re with Colin,” he mumbled out as he walked back towards her. He scanned her features, searching for some sign that she wanted him the way he wanted her. She furrowed her eyebrows as she was breathing heavily.

She scanned his features, searching for something else, desperate for another explanation. “You can’t love me when I’m with Colin?” she pressed forward. He took another small step towards her, their faces mere inches apart. His gaze lowered, admiring her lips. The lips he had gotten used to kissing, more than what their arrangement originally allowed.

“Not in the way I want to,” he mumbled before he walked past her back towards his room to finish packing up his things.

Quinn stood up from his seat, wandering away from the section his family was sitting in. At first he had no idea where he was going, he just kept walking. He walked past people he didn’t recognize, people that were probably close with Colin and his family.

He continued down the hallway, smiling towards the few people he knew before he reached the Bridal suite doors. Some of her bridesmaids were standing outside talking to one another.

“Hey Quinn, the ceremony is supposed to start soon, you should go back to your seat,” her maid of honor, Jessy, said.

“Yeah, I know. I just-I need to talk to her,” Quinn offered, reaching for the door knob. Jessy pulled his arm away.

“You’re not doing that right now, wait until the reception,” she said harshly. Quinn rolled his eyes as he clenched his jaw.

“What if it can’t wait until the reception,” he countered. She rolled her eyes.

“Then it doesn’t need to be said, Quinn. Go back to your seat,” Jessy begged. Quinn contemplated for a few seconds before he shoved into the room. “No, Quinn don’t-” she pleaded as she followed after him.

Y/N eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat as she saw Quinn burst through the door. Y/N’s lips began to quiver as she saw Quinn. He stood amazed, in utter shock at the beauty she oozed standing there.

“Quinn come on,” Jessy ushered.

“He can stay,” Y/N let out barely above a whisper, her eyes remained connected with his. “You guys go,” she pointed to her mother and Jessy.

“Y/N,” Jessy begged.

“I said go,” she mumbled. Her mother quickly walked out of the room, guiding Jessy out of the room as well.

The door shut and silence soon filled the room. Quinn stayed still near the door, his hands were shoved into his pocket as he admired her from afar. His mouth clammered open every so often to say something but nothing came out. He was simply shocked at how stunning she was. His heart was so full of love when he looked towards her. He never wanted this moment to end.

She ran her hands nervously along the dress as she took a deep breath. “Say something,” she muttered as her lips quivered.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked in a whisper tone.

“You came here, you shoved into my bridal suite, say something then!” she shouted, her eyes filling with tears.

He took a shaky breath, feeling none of the air reach his lungs. His body was suddenly warm as his cheeks were slowly flushing red. He tugged at the collar of his undershirt, subtly gasping for air.

“You look-” he paused as he shook his head, a small huff of air leaving his lips. “Wow,” he mumbled. She felt her lips curl up in a soft smile for only a few seconds before it faltered. He took a few steps towards her, he intended to close the distance between them but he stopped short.

“I’m freaking out right now,” she let out while her hands started to shake.

“It’ll be okay,” Quinn muttered.

“No, No it’s not. I need you to convince me to walk down that aisle,” she said, a sob leaving her throat. “I need you to tell me that I will be happy and that this isn’t a mistake.” she begged.

Quinn licked his lips nervously as he tilted his head to the side. “I’m not going to do that,” he mumbled.

“Why not?” she asked as she brought her shaking hands towards her eyes. She cautiously wiped the tears falling.

“You know why,” he stepped towards her.

“Then say it,” she countered as she took a shaky breath. “Say it, Quinn,” she begged.

“Don’t get married,” he let out, the words actually leaving his lips. He was only half sure that they weren’t just in his mind. Until he saw her gasp slightly. “This is ridiculous, Y/N. You know I’m in love with you, you know how much I crave to be with you. You know that I cannot breathe without you. An-and I think you love me too. I think you need me more than you think.” he let out in a rushedly.

Her lips quivered as she felt tears finally fall onto her cheek. “I do,” she barely let out. “I need you,” she mumbled as she spun around as she tried to unlace the back of her dress quickly.

“What are you doing?” he asked, walking towards her.

“What does it look like? I’m leaving,” she began fighting for the lace. “Can you help me?” she questioned as she still reached dramatically behind her back.

“Wait- shouldn’t you go talk to Colin?” he let out nervously.

“What? No, he’ll figure it out once I don’t walk down the aisle,” she motioned towards him to walk towards her.

He took a few steps towards her, hesitantly pulling on the lace in the back to loosen the dress on her frame. She quickly began speed walking away from him, his hands left in limbo in the air. She gripped the dress slightly as she lifted it up as she moved quickly. She opened the door, meeting her mom’s gaze.

“I’m not going through with this wedding,” she uttered while letting out a fast breath. Her mother couldn’t stop the grin forming on her lips.

“You’re not serious?” Jessy asked, her eyes widening.

“Can you talk to Colin? I can’t face him,” she looked towards her mother, desperation coursing through her veins. Her mother nodded without hesitation.

“What should I tell him, dear?” she asked.

Y/N glanced behind her, meeting Quinn’s gaze for a moment before she shifted her gaze back towards her mother. “Tell him the truth,” she muttered. Switching her gaze towards Jessy, “Can you come help me get the dress off?”

Jessy nodded hesitantly as she walked back into the suite, staring down Quinn in the process.

“Honey,” her mother called her attention. “What’s the truth?” she asked hopefully.

Y/N took in a shaky breath, “That I can’t go through with the wedding because I’m not happy. I’m not happy with the life I had with him,” she mumbled as she snuck back into the bridal suite. She met Quinn’s gaze, smiling softly.

He wasn’t a lover right now. He was her best friend, he was there for her in a difficult moment. She didn’t need him to be romantic and for them to ride off in the sunset together. She needed him to hold her hand as she escaped a life that would ruin who she was as a person.

“Where are you going to go?” Jessy asked as she began to unlace the dress.

“Her family’s lake house,” Quinn offered as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Michigan? Seriously?” Jessy asked, a dry laugh leaving her throat. Y/N’s lips curled up in a smile as she met Quinn’s gaze. The first time in months she felt seen. She felt happy.

“Yeah Michigan,” she mumbled as she chuckled nervously.

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hugsandchaos · 1 year

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Iris picked up the phone from her pocket soon after she heard the cheerful ringtone. She only needed to look at it for less than a second to know that it was Barry and pressed the green button to answer. To make sure it stayed up while she typed away on her laptop, Iris placed the phone between her head and shoulders.”Hey, Barry.” She greeted.”You coming back soon?” She asked. Allen was out a bit later than usual tonight, which isn’t common enough for her to worry too much -- especially since he’s also a young adult like herself --, but definitely not often enough for her to not worry at all. His breathing was labored and pretty tired.”Hey, Iris, you mind making a bit of room on the living room couch?” He asked.

That was a bit odd.”Uh, sure, just let me finish up my writing. Why? Does a friend need to come over or something?” She asked. She heard another voice yawning, which was even weirder.”Uh, not exactly. We kinda have an emergency guest.” He replied.

Barry carried the exhausted boy on his back as he walked down the rather empty sidewalk. He wasn’t all that heavy, Barry was just pretty tired himself. The boy’s head rested on his shoulders, making his dark hair brush against the side of Barry’s head a bit every time he took a step, and despite his best attempts to stay awake, he was quickly falling asleep.

His grip was slipping and growing weak, but every few seconds or so, he’d suddenly regain his grip a little or try to mumble another “thank you” or “just one” to the older man, the second indicating he only intended to accept his offer for only one night. Barry lowered his phone a little and slightly turned to glance at the kid’s head.”No problem, kid. Just get some rest now.” He said. He heard a grumble, but couldn’t understand what Danny said. Judging by the tone, though, it was probably a pouty “No!” meant to be a joke.”Barry? Who is that? Is someone with you?” Iris asked through the phone. Barry brought it back up and put his focus back on the path ahead of him and in his mind.”A kid named Danny, he was looking for a place to sleep in the alleys. He’s not in too much trouble, just really tired from what he’s told me.” He replied. Probably not the best way to explain it, but it could be worse.

Iris was now closing her laptop and heading towards the living room couch.“Why won’t he go to a shelter?” She asked. The couch wasn’t dirty or littered, but a quick brush wouldn’t hurt, and neither would a blanket. She already knew what he was going to ask if the answer to her question was no.“Too far, apparently. Is it okay with you and Joe if he stays the night, and I try to help him out in the morning?”

That was something I had no issue with, but Joe might. She also knew he would welcome it if he had no choice, though. He did the same with Barry, after all.”Sure, let me ask dad.“ She said, wiping a few stray crumbs off the couch. She put her phone on the small nightstand next to the couch and rushed upstairs. Iris went to her dad’s door, which was the second door down the hall on the right, and knocked. She didn’t even have to wait ten seconds for it to open and her father, who had been allowed (ordered) to go home early, to open the door.

“Iris? You need something?” Joe asked. Iris cut straight to the chase.

“Long story short, Barry found a kid looking for a place to stay and the shelters are full. He wants to know if he can stay here for the night.” She somewhat explained. Joe reared his head back a little bit in surprise and blinked. He was obviously as taken aback as she expected, telling her dad that her brother was bringing back a homeless kid to sleep on their couch.

“This is all of a sudden,” he started with a small step back, ”but if there’s not a lot of other options, then sure.” He shrugged. A small smile formed on his face, as if asking “how could I say no?”. Iris sighed in relief and soon found her own smile. Joe walked past her.”Thank you so much, dad.” She said. Joe glanced back at her, still smiling a bit.”Helping kids is part of my job, as an officer and a father.” He stated as they both descended downstairs.

Iris picked up her phone, hoping Allan was still on the line, and held it to her ear as Joe opened a closet to grab a spare blanket.”He said yes.” She said. She put him on speaker, just in case Joe wanted to talk as well.

“Thank goodness.” Barry breathed out.”I’m really sorry to spring this on you guys.” He apologized. He rounded the corner, ignoring the double glances people took before they kept walking. They were most likely assuming that he had somehow gained a little brother or son.

“It’s alright, Barry. Do you know if he’s had anything to eat or drink?” Joe’s voice asked on the other side of the line. That caught him off guard, but only for a millisecond, maybe even faster since his brain barely registered it.“Yeah, he told me he’s not hungry.” He glanced over at Danny’s head on his shoulder, noticing his eyes are closed and his breathing was slower.”I think he’s asleep.” He said. The lack of grumbling or some quiet form of arguing proved his theory.

“How far away are you? Do you need me to pick you up?” Joe asked. Barry, out of instinct, quickly surveyed his surroundings. Though he already knew where he was, which was kind of stupid or weird.“No. We’re about two minutes away, walking distance.” He replied.

“Alright. We’ll get the couch ready.” Joe said. Barry heard the phone beeping from his adopted dad hanging up and promptly put it in his pocket so he could use that hand to make sure Danny was being carried properly.

When Barry arrived back, Iris had opened the door for him since she saw him coming up and quickly guessed he’d struggle a bit to get his keys without dropping the kid. Once he managed to get through the door, Joe came over and carefully helped him get Danny off of his back and onto the couch, both trying to make it so they didn’t wake him up. He stirred a bit from the movement, but his eyes barely cracked open before he fell right back asleep. Danny simply laid there, and Iris quickly tucked his unconscious body under a blanket as the other two began a quiet conversation.

“Anything about his family? Friends?” Joe asked in a hushed tone. Barry shook his head.”No, he just said he’s not sure where he is or how he got there, and he can’t remember his address or any phone numbers either.” He whispered back. The two turned their heads when they noticed the light being turned off and saw Iris next to the light switch. She used the light on her phone to light up the floor and walk up to them.”We should let him sleep.” She piped in quietly.

“Yeah. I say we ask him about his situation in the morning, when we’re all well rested.” Barry agreed.

“Sounds like a plan.” Joe nodded. And with that, they went upstairs, but not before Barry gave their guest a confused glance. Something was just odd about him. He brushed it off as the sudden turn in events that had happened in the last hour confusing him and carried on upstairs.

In the morning, Danny was gone.

The blanket that had been draped over him the night before was stacked neatly and placed on the opposite end of the couch as the pillow, which was also slightly fixed so it’d appear nice for decoration.

The windows and doors were still locked from when Joe remembered to take care of that before bed, and the alarm hadn’t gone off at all throughout the night. Nothing was taken, everything was tidied up.

Except for a single sticky note placed on the wall.

Thank you so much for letting me stay the night. Hopefully, we don’t meet again under those same circumstances. — Danny

BTW, I did a load of dishes, woke up feeling productive and wanted another way of saying thanks :D

#dc x dp #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp fic #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp fanfiction #dc x dp prompt continuation #Stay Cat Danny #flash #Barry Allen #Joe #iris west #flash meets Danny #Danny phantom #Danny Fenton #stray cat danny

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After Hours Fm Raido Masterslist

Welcome to AFTER HOURS FM RAIDO where we bring you the hottest hits and the latest news! I'm your host, UNIQUE-HIGH, and I've got a great lineup for you today, including the brand-new single from Kim Namjoon and an exclusive interview with Kim Hoonjoong. So stay tuned and let's get this party started!

Geto

Dating Bada Lee Would Include

requested: clingy drunk bada

Namjoon x blk fem reader

2. Namjoon x blk fem reader

3. Namjoon x blk fem reader

Tonight We're Dancing |Idol Namjoon x Blk Fem Reader

Yoongi X Blk Male OC

In between the pages of you | YOONGI X BLK FEM READER

Jungkook x you

San & you are the main characters in the K-Drama, nevertheless.

This is how you fall in love intro chapter Mingi ff

Ateez x you songfic

Ateez San x blk fem reader

Ateez with their s/o

Ateez x blk fem reader imagine

Sunscreen | Mingi x Blk Fem Reader

Requested: ATEEZ x S/O sharing their food or drinks with them

BONNET | ATEEZ X BLK FEM READER

REQUESTED ATEEZ S/O YOUTUBE LIVE STREAMER

Plug Daughter | Ateez Hongjoong x Blk fem reader NSFW

This is how you fall in love Mingi x blk tomboy fem reader

Time Stamp RIIZE Wonbin X Blk Fem Reader

Keep Wanting You RIIZE ANTON X BLK FEM READER

Requested: Boyfriend Material | RIIZE SUNGCHAN X BLK FEM READER

(Requested) I could fall in love with you | RIIZE IDOL EUNSEOK X BLK FEM READER

5:46 pm | RIIZE WONBIN X BLK FEM READER

Requested Mark Lee X Black Fem Reader

MARK LEE X BLACK READER | HOME

NCT 127 X S/O WITH LOCS

Hanbin x Blk Fem OC

Stray Kids Imagine

Requested: Cha Eunwoo

👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻👻

SUPERNATURAL

DEAN WINCHESTER X BLK FEM READER

Somebody's problem Dean Winchester x Blk Fem Reader

#masterlist #kpop x black reader #supernatual x black reader #anime x black reader

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sebongica · 1 year

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sebongica's reading recommendations 💌 (random groups edition)

this post contains all of the fics i've read from other groups, compiled into one messy masterlist. majority of these fics are from enhypen, bts, and stray kids. don't forget to like and reblog the fics below to show some love and appreciation for the writers <3

💋 - smut ☁️ - fluff 🧃 - angst 🎧 - absolute fav

2:27PM - heeracha ☁️🎧 (pjs)

all of the girls you loved before - jaylver ☁️🧃 (pjs)

all about you - acciojaeyun 💋 (pjs)

halos, horns, & everything in between - heartandfangs 💋 (lhs, pjs)

nonsense - bambheez 💋☁️🎧 (sjy)

cherry - fallinforgyu 💋☁️🧃🎧🎧🎧 (lhs)

you, me, and the moon - heeracha ☁️🧃 (lhs)

how to fake date your best friend - jakesimfromstatefarm ☁️ (sjy)

children of divorce - sankyeom ☁️🧃🎧 (lhs)

just right - jngsngie 💋☁️ (pjs)

when hearts drop with rain drops - kdyism ☁️ (pjs)

say it already - kdyism ☁️ (pjs)

5:09PM - jaeminvore ☁️ (pjs)

ride - fallinforgyu 💋 (sjy)

the a-list - jayflrt 💋🧃🎧 (pjs)

we're dating! (not really) - jayflrt ☁️ (lhs)

hear.t fm - luvknow ☁️🧃 (hjs)

press play - luvknow ☁️ (bc)

dive - skeezsbbygirl ☁️🎧 (bc)

everything in @subskz's masterlist 💋☁️🎧

no nut november - sluttywonwoo 💋🎧

that one sex pollen fic about scientist!jisung but i just found out the author deactivated(?) i'm devastated fr

man eater hunting - httpjungkookcom 💋☁️🧃🎧🎧🎧 (jjk)

freak-quency - gukslut 💋☁️ (jjk)

black marauder - fantasybantan 💋🧃🎧🎧🎧 (kth)

champagne, chandeliers, and thigh high slits - mimithings97 💋☁️ (kth)

heart is where the home is - gukyi 💋☁️ (kth)

peppermint mocha - pasteljeon 💋☁️🎧 (ot7)

earnestly yours - gukyi ☁️ (pjm)

eargasm - lavishedinjimin 💋 (myg)

the rich man's crochet club - kpopfanfictrash 💋☁️🎧 (knj)

interconnection - gukyi ☁️ (myg)

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pixelatedquarter · 1 year

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Day 34 of Tourdust:

It is so early for this leg, we're having our morning or after-lunch coffees all huddled up in the couches of Oracle, waiting for the updates to trickle in as the warsaw fobbies leave the faraday cage fall out boy was performing in tonight.

A few stray bits of information did filter through, there's still no more real ones but our cheating babygirl still lives, Andy's treehouse made it overseas, slots of doom are now eligible for the 8 ball again, setlist fm insists they played super bass (again). minutes of silence and uncertainty that became hours inbetween.

It was posited today that Patrick's guitar has roses to match with Pete's harness, perhaps it's a trick of the guitar photo, perhaps they are rose-matching, but regardless, Dumb and Dumber were matching leather tonight.

Only thing we know for sure, because Lydia asked the baristas, is that Andy had a coffee preparation demonstration with the rest of fob as (un)helpers.

It wasn't a long break, but I missed the chaos of being in the foblr tourdust trenches.

#the tourdust chronicles

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 years

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PSTPSTPST HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT Big moth man lays his head onto ur lap but hes scared he might break ur legs bc of his size <333

OHHHH I AM HEARING YOU ON FM ANON!!!!!

Foul Legacy's very scared of even touching you at first- you're so much smaller than him; a fragile mortal akin to a flower; and he's... well, he's a monster, plain and simple. an Abyssal monster no less- and he desperately doesn't want to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. you deserve to be kept safe and warm, away from the corruption of the world- away from him. so for the longest time he keeps his distance, skirting away from your fingers, merely keeping an eye on you by watching you from another room in your house

but no matter how he tries to deny it, Childe still craves your touch, your soft, gentle hands holding him close, and gradually he strays closer and closer until he's comfortable sitting beside you on the couch, claws itching to wrap around your fingers. but he still never touches you. ever

so you, with a heart full of love and affection for this peculiar, starlit beast, invite him yourself

Childe's on the verge of drifting off, the warmth and comfort of your little home seeping into his weary bones, and you notice the way his head nods to the side only to jolt awake when he feels himself falling. so with a wide smile you open your arms, waving him over and patting your lap. Childe lets out a startled screech, looking from you to your lap and back again, shaking his head wildly- he'll hurt you, he know he will, because that's the only thing Foul Legacy knows how to do. but you simply keep smiling that sweet smile, arms outstretched like you're asking for a hug, and Childe feels his will crumbling at your kind words

tentatively he scoots closer, slowly leaning down and settling his head onto your legs, careful to keep most of his weight off of you. quickly you begin petting and stroking his hair, and Childe yelps at how nice it feels, melting into your touch, talons instinctively kneading your legs. the laugh you let out is full of warmth, sweet adoration flowing like honey as you scratch behind his horns and Childe purrs, body relaxing more than it has in weeks. whenever you stop petting his crystalline eye peeks open and he lets out a whine, asking for you to keep going because he hasn't felt this warm and safe and loved in so long

you caress his hair until he drifts into sleep, and when he wakes, you're still there, humming a tune and flipping through a novel, and Childe murmurs and nestles his head against your legs

he could get used to this

#genshin impact #childe #tartaglia #foul legacy #foul legacy childe #genshin tartagalia #genshin childe #genshin tartaglia #chit chat #anon #do. do people even say 'hearing you on FM' anymore or is that a habit i picked up #aaaaa i must go to sleep now i have to wake up at 5:45 tomorrow #tomorrow gonna be stressful #but soft Foul Legacy first hehe #FAVE #short scenario #other's stuff

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periodiccompletionist · 1 year

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50% of 118 is 59; 75% of 118 is 88.5; 90% of 118 is 106.2

Periodic Symbols are: H He Li Be B C N O F Ne Na Mg Al Si P S Cl Ar K Ca Sc Ti V Cr Mn Fe Co Ni Cu Zn Ga Ge As Se Br Kr Rb Sr Y Zr Nb Mo Tc Ru Rh Pd Ag Cd In Sn Sb Te I Xe Cs Ba La Hf Ta W Re Os Ir Pt Au Hg Tl Pb Bi Po At Rn Fr Ra Ac Rf Db Sg Bh Hs Mt Ds Rg Cn Nh Fl Mc Lv Ts Og Ce Pr Nd Pm Sm Eu Gd Tb Dy Ho Er Tm Yb Lu Th Pa U Np Pu Am Cm Bk Cf Es Fm Md No Lr

EDIT: As of November 14th 2023, I've decided to start keeping track of when a post does not include a single-letter element. Single-letter elements are, in order: H B C N O F P S K V Y I W U. These posts will be tagged with "missing single".

Spaces, capitalization, emojis, numbers, and punctuation will not be taken into account. For example, the term "lush🍃13garden" would still count for Mercury (Hg). Letters are the only thing that interrupt symbols.

Anything that isn't a tally is tagged with "not a tally", asks are tagged with "Arsenic Potassium Sulfur", and posts people tagged me in are tagged "Thanks for the tag!" (because "tag" and "tags" unfortunately can't be made with only elemental symbols. they could if we had G but we do not)

Some things to keep in mind:

I try to avoid any piece of moving media (video/gif) that has words in it of any kind. I'm already a transcriber as a job, and while I love it, I'm not gonna do it on my silly little side blog.

I usually don't analyze anything fandom-related, since nothing good can come from a fandom post leaving its circle. There are some exceptions I'll make, though.

I use a script to search for the symbols, but it can't read the words in images, so they have to be retyped into the script 100% manually. I'll most likely still do it, but just keep that in mind when sending in posts with lots of images.

I'll only analyze posts where it's very clear what order things are read in; charts, graphs, doodle pages, and other images with words all over the place won't be counted.

When it comes to URLs, I don't count them for the main tally unless they show up in a screenshot or as a tag somewhere in the thread; instead, the URLs of the users in the thread are listed out afterwards in their own separate tallies, with the elements listed in the order that they appear in the person's URL (this does not include URLs that only appear in screenshots/tags).

If you tag me in a post, I won't be counting anything that you added to the thread, though you will still be part of the secondary URL tally.

When I make a tally, I (usually) won't be adding my own comments, and on the occasions that I do, whatever is in my comment is not added to the final tally.

I tend to stray away from analyzing posts with other similar gimmick blogs already in them these days. This is because we all tend to influence each other's results- for example, if I analyzed a post where alphabetcompletionist tallied up all 26 letters, that would (potentially) artificially add Cd, Mn, and No to my tally. If I did end up doing this, I would be highlighting Cd, Mn, and No in a different color to denote that they would not have been there had I not reblogged from alphabetcompletionist directly.

My main account is not disclosed at this time; please do not try and find out what it is or I will block you. Another blog I run that is publicly known is @cantheykillmacbeth, if you just want to see more from me.

There might be times where I will accidentally reblog from someone other than the source of the post, or where I can't due to the source having been deactivated. If you go digging into the people that I reblog posts from, I am not responsible for what you see. If you blame me for what you saw from the people I happen to follow, then you shouldn't have gone looking in the first place. That's on you.

I will not be adding my gimmick to posts about serious topics. This is not because I do not care about these topics, but the exact opposite: I do not want the gimmick of this blog to be used to detract from anyone's message. These sorts of gimmicks are meant to add to the humor of a post, not act as a twisted punchline to a serious discussion. If you tag me in a serious post, you will be ignored (at best).

I don't care how you feel about gimmick blogs. I'm having fun and you can't change that. Seethe.

#pinned post

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Spotted on the ferry is SAWYER SHAY, they were mistaken for GRACE VAN PATTEN. SAWYER is 27 years old, they identify as CIS WOMAN (SHE/HER). They are currently spending their time as A RADIO HOST AT MAPLE FM in Maple Creek and are residing in ADLER TRAILER PARK. On the island, people say they are QUICK-WITTED but IMPULSIVE. ( LIVI, 27, GMT+1, SHE/HER ).

SUMMARY

Sawyer was born and raised in Maple Creek by her mother. She has two half-sisters, all of them having a different father. Ophelia is 5 years older and Betty is 7 years younger. She grew up in Maple Creek but sold her mother's house a year ago and moved into a Trailer home to get out of debt after her mother's passing to cover the remaining medical bills. It was hard letting go of her childhood home, she loved it a lot. She's a music writer and singer and used to book some gigs opening for shows but stopped doing so 3 years ago when her mother passed away. She never left to go to college and has been around all her life, working multiple jobs at multiple local business. She quit all of those a year ago to work at the Radio, a job she truly enjoys. She's an easy going person, maybe a bit too sarcastic for most people but it's all in good fun. She can be impulsive when it comes to decisions that have consequences for herself but she's very caring towards those she likes and loves and is willing to sacrifice a lot for them. She always has red nail polish on, her most priced possession is a guitar she received from her dad and she takes care of a stray cat that was already hanging out at her trailer home when she moved there. She calls him her roommate Jimi, named after Jimi Hendrix.

BIOGRAPHY

tw: death, heart condition

Born and raised in Maple Creek, Pine Falls to be exact, Sawyer is the daughter of one Amanda Pearson, the epitome of a woman in love with the idea of love. Since her high school days, Amanda wanted to meet her prince charming and she thought she had found him in Desmond Clark, a college boy of high status who was willing to pluck the stars from the sky for her. One of those stars was Ophelia, their daughter. However, having a kid young and being a rich spoiled boy with a bright future ahead didn't mix well and the relationship ended. But Amanda wasn't willing to give up on love. And thus, Peter Shay entered the scene. A fisherman who wasn't willing to settle down shouldn't have been her glimpse of hope but that's exactly what he became for a few weeks. When he eventually left town, Amanda called a few weeks later telling him about the positive pregnancy test. He was in no position to return to Maple Creek right then and there but he was happy to be a father - an absent one, but a loving one. And that's all Sawyer experienced. A hopeless romantic of a mother and a father who visited once every month and shared her humor. It wasn't ideal, but it was Sawyer's life and she liked it. Ophelia, her half-sister was five years older but they couldn't have been closer. Not sharing the same father never stopped them from forming a close bond, conspiring against their parents, and causing trouble around town. That bond only grew stronger when Sawyer was 7 years old and her mother announced she was once again pregnant, this time with Stephen Teller, a man 10 years younger than Amanda. It was a doomed relationship but it brought Betty into the world, the youngest sister of the bunch. It was a strange little family but at the end of the day, they all had each other's backs.

Sawyer grew up surrounded by love, between her mother and her father coming to visit, she wasn't lacking in life. On her 11th birthday, Peter showed up with a black guitar in a purple leather case. No one expected a birthday gift to change Sawyer in the way it did but something about that instrument unlocked a new fascination in her. She taught herself to play with books and soon you could hear Sawyer strumming along whenever she had time between school work. At first, it was a hobby, but then it became an outlet. Ophelia had been a counselor at Cedar Campground when the fire broke out. In the aftermath, Desmond took his things - including his daughter - and moved them to Boston. It was hard losing her best friend, the person she looked up to. She still had Betty but it wasn't the same, suddenly she was the sole big sister around. And thus, music became even more important. It was only in her early teens that she discovered she actually enjoyed singing too. And suddenly there were notebooks scattered around, filled with songs she wrote. Sawyer would play and sing and Betty would listen. Her biggest fan there ever was.

When high school graduation came around, it was time to pick a college. Sawyer knew she wanted to make music her career and future, music production being her ultimate goal. She booked gigs in surrounding cities to open shows for bigger artists but she was grounded in reality and never expected to become an actual artist who could support herself with her music. It was her dream, she wanted to tour and be out there - but girls like her don't make it out of Maple Creek. A theory that proved itself right when one night her mother sat her down. She hadn't been feeling well for a while now and was finally diagnosed with ischemic heart disease. It was a blow to the family and development that made Sawyer stick around. College was no longer an option, instead, she started working at different local businesses to support her mother financially. Her father visited more, and Betty and her own dad came daily. It wasn't easy accepting their new reality but it had to be done. And Sawyer had to grow up quicker than her peers. Watching most of her friends leave town was heartbreaking and even though she'd never admit it, she still often wondered where she'd be at if things had been different.

In 2021 her mother lost her battle and Sawyer had to bury her. They all knew her chances were slim but still, it was one of her darkest times. And while grief weighed down on her, the bills her mother left behind were even heavier. Life insurance couldn't cover it all and the day didn't have enough hours for her to work even more. It was time to say goodbye to her music gigs. Another loss to grief. She struggled for almost two years before Betty announced she'd leave town to go to college and Sawyer made a final decision - it was time to sell her childhood home. It allowed her to quit her multiple jobs and accept a position as a radio host at Maple FM and while that was a dream come true, saying goodbye to Pine Falls and moving to Adler Trailer Park felt like the final wave of a white flag, her fate was sealed - she'd never leave Maple Creek. Anyone who mattered was long gone, her sisters got out, her mother passed and her father never wanted to be here in the first place. All that was left was her, her love for music, and the dust that covered all her dreams and ambitions.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

People who knew her mother, Amanda. She would've been 51 this year but she passed away in 2021.

Her sister's friends. Ophelia is 32 but left town in 2008 after the fire. Betty is 19 and left for college. She could also know the families of her sister's friends.

People who hired her for jobs in the businesses. Sawyer used to bounce between jobs, trying to make the most money to pay for her mother's medical bills so anything is game. She started working in 2014 at 17 years old and quit all those jobs in 2023 to work at the Radio.

Old neighbors who knew her from when she lived in Pine Falls.

New owner of her childhood home who she sold the house to.

And definitely some friends in general, maybe an ex or a crush. She needs people who'll encourage her to continue with her music too.

#intro

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