#their house is not that bad so she accepted and left the shitty apartment. and thats how they met! she lived with them for a while

[malkaviian]

infodump in the tags about charlotte since she has been appearing more frequently in my thoughts

[starry-hughes]

almost lover

trevor zegras x hughes sister!reader

warnings: angst, heartbreak, reader has a breakdown, flashbacks to high school, crying, more crying and angst, unrequited love (or so they think), shitty best friend

any italicized portions indicates a flashback

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Trevor would have never expected to find himself in this position in life. He’s not even twenty-three years old but he’s sealing envelopes with wedding invitations. They are being sealed with gold stickers, a choice by his bride-to-be, who picked out everything for the event, who begged him to let her have this wedding so fast after getting engaged. The end of the summer in upstate New York would be where Trevor would say his vows and be married. 

“We included (Y/N) on the invites, right?” His fiancé, Annalise, asked. Trevor is snapped out of his daydream when he hears her name. “What?” he asked. “(Y/N)? Like (Y/N) Hughes?” Annalise confirmed. “I think it says the whole Hughes family,” Trevor’s throat suddenly feels dry. “Oh good, I feel bad that we don’t really talk or see her anymore. But she deserves the invite, she’s the reason we’re together.” 

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I never told you? She was in love with you in high school but so was I. She said that she was okay with me asking you to prom.” Trevor Zegras was letting his memory fall back to years ago. It felt like so long ago, senior year of high school, even though it was a couple of years ago. 

Sifting through the mail at your parents house was a weekly task. Every Friday after you left work, you’d stop by your apartment, change and then head to your parents. It was mid-January and it was cold in Michigan. After high school, you started at Michigan for school, you could have been a commuter but you needed a change. Heartbroken and hurt, two of your brothers leaving for the NHL, you moved into the dorms and deleted all traces of yourself on social media. No one knew why except six people. 

You were in the middle of taking off your coat as you dropped the mail on the table by the front door, calling out for your parents who were in the living room. The dark blue envelope caught your eye.

It was addressed to the Hughes Family and sealed with a gold sticker. Not paying attention to the address it came from, you turned the envelope over and opened it. Your feet moved faster than your mind as you stared at the card. Engagement photos, taken on some beach, a date, upstate New York, a vineyard. “Honey what is it?” Ellen Hughes asked seeing her daughter with shaking hands. “A wedding invitation.” 

-

High school was shoved out of your memory for a reason. Despite being a year older than you, Jack and you ended up in the same grade after you got ahead and skipped a year. Sitting in the car as Jack drove you, Luke, and Alex Turcotte to school every morning. It was like clockwork, getting to school early enough to get what you needed from your locker, greet friends, and walk to class. Luke was younger and had to go find his own friends every morning, running off with Dylan Duke as soon as you arrived at campus. 

Your best friend, Annalise, met you at the door of the school every morning. It was March of your senior year. Spring break was in a week, you had already been accepted into the University of Michigan, Jack had declared himself for the draft, as did most of his friends. It was ending quickly and you couldn’t stop it. Signs for Prom hung around the school. 

“Good morning,” Trevor’s voice made you jump. “Dude, don’t scare her,” Jack shoved his best friend. “Just saying good morning to her!” Trevor defended before smiling at you. You were in the middle of taking out your textbook from your locker. Annalise had gone silent when Trevor walked up. She was well aware of the crush you were haboring on Trevor. Ever since you moved there and met Trevor, you had been in love. 

“Morning Trevor,” you said. “Going to prom?” he questioned. “What?” your eyes almost popped out of your head, “Oh.. I think so, my mom is taking Annalise and I dress shopping this weekend.” Trevor seemed satisfied with the answer before you decided it was time to head off to class. Annalise lingered for a second, just long enough to see Jack hit Trevor, “I thought you were going to ask her!” Jack whispered. 

The day dragged on until lunchtime. You could have sat with Jack and his friends but Annalise and you settled on sitting somewhere else. “Can I tell you something and you have to promise not to get mad?” Annalise asked. “What?” you looked at her confused. “I asked Trevor to prom and he said yes.” 

-

You almost screamed at Jack when the call connected. “You didn’t tell me?!” 

He knew immediately what the call was about. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” You scoffed. The last time you saw Trevor was Jack’s draft weekend. Right before you disappeared off the face of the earth. You had dated guys since then, you had convinced yourself you were over him. But why did it hurt so bad? Why did you care so much? “He’s getting married to her.” 

-

“(Y/N) please tell me you’re not mad,” Annalise begged. “I really like him and I know you do too but we were partners on the project together and I think this could be the one for me.” Your eyes were ringing. “I’m excited and happy with him, don’t you care about that?” 

You composed yourself mentally. “You can have him if it makes you happy.” Annalise sighed out of relief. “Oh thank god. I was so nervous you’d be mad. Especially since we are going dress shopping together.” You drowned out her voice for a while as she talked about Trevor. “I have to go do test corrections for math,” you blurted and cut her off. You were leaving the cafeteria seconds later. 

-

You felt sick as you sat between Luke and Quinn on the plane. The moments of your breakdown played over and over in your head. When you were seventeen, high school things mattered a lot more than they did now. So why were you so stuck on this? 

“You okay?” Quinn asked. Jack had left for the wedding early, since he was part of the wedding party as a groomsman. “Yeah,” you bit your tongue and swallowed all the emotions you were feeling at the moment. 

When you got to upstate New York, you felt suffocated. More and more memories dragging their way up into your brain. The moment Alex saw you enter the hotel lobby, where everyone was gathering before leaving for drinks down the street, he saw the same seventeen year old that broke down years ago and all you could see on his face was pity. 

The days seemed to last for eternity. You arrived on Tuesday, the wedding was Friday. It was currently Thursday. Annalise didn’t even come to see you or text you. Granted, you didn’t try to keep contact after high school. Your three brothers were sharing a hotel room and your parents had their own, you had asked if it was okay if you had your own room as well. “Sweetheart,” your mom called, she had the extra key to your room. You had been sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the wall. She sat next to you. “I know that this is hard and I just want you to know how proud I am that you’re keeping your head up.” 

Later that day, Jack left for the dress rehearsal. He arrived back early, hair a mess and cheeks red from yelling. “(Y/N)? You awake?” he pounded on your hotel door. 

-

Jack drove you home at the end of the school day. You were quiet as the car rolled up to the house. Your brothers climbed out and Alex turned to look at you, confused. “Jack can I have the keys? I just want to go for a drive.” Jack tossed you the car keys and everyone else went inside. 

Quinn was home briefly that night, his season at Michigan ended just a couple of days ago and he was working on signing to go to the Canucks. “Where’s your sister?” Jim asked Jack once it was time for dinner. Jack shrugged, “Said she wanted to go on a drive.” As if on cue, the front door opened and slammed shut. Keys were dropped into the bowl by the door. 

“(Y/N)? You good honey?” your dad called out. Ellen leapt out of her chair at the dining table when you entered, tears streaming down your face. “What happened?” she questioned. “I give up everything for everyone. A-and people just take everything I want. When is it my turn?” you stuttered. “What’s going on?” your mom asked. “I’m in love with Trevor. Since I met him and I never said anything because he’s Jack’s friend. And I told Annalise and Annalise asked him to prom and said that if I was a good friend I’d do it for her. Am I a good friend now?!” you almost shouted. The room fell silent. 

Jack looked guilty and looked at Alex, they both knew something you didn’t. “We left all my friends in Toronto to come here. I tried so hard not to like him because Jack. I never said anything. I swallowed all my feelings and I never complained! Because I’m a good daughter and a good sister and a good friend. Right?” 

You rushed off to your room. Your mom following after you. 

-

Jack’s chair scraped the floor of the restaurant as he stood. He was giving a speech at the dress rehearsal, probably better than in front of guests tomorrow. “Trevor, you’re my best friend and I’m happy if you’re happy. If anyone here doesn’t know, Annalise was my sister’s best friend,” Jack had venom laced in his voice. “My sister isn’t here tonight despite being the reason that these two are together, giving up everything for a best friend to be happy.” Alex tried tugging him to sit down. 

“And Trevor, who was too scared to admit he loved my sister…” The room was silent. Jack raised his glass of champagne. “To the happy couple.” 

Jack was practically dragged out of the room by Trevor who was upset. “What are you doing?” Trevor demanded. “What am I doing?! What are you doing? You were in love with (Y/N) and Annalise knew (Y/N) was in love with you! You act like you don’t get disappointed every time you come to visit in the summer and (Y/N) isn’t there. You ask about (Y/N) every time you talk to me. (Y/N) deserves to be loved.” 

“Stop saying her name.” 

“(Y/N) gave up everything for everyone else to be happy!” “Stop it!” Trevor yelled. “I didn’t know she loved me until Annalise told me when we were sending out invitations.” 

Jack scoffed, “You don’t think that is ironic she waited this long to tell you?” 

-

That weekend, you silently went dress shopping with your mom and Annalise. Your mom wanted to yell and protect you from the person you called a friend but you told her no. Your brothers had left you alone since your sobbing breakdown in front of them. You even gave your opinion on dresses for Annalise that you thought would look nice with Trevor’s eyes. 

The morning of prom, you didn’t want to leave bed. This was it. Your first heartbreak. They always say the first one hurts the most. Annalise had texted you multiple times about how she was going to have her hair done, about the corsage Trevor picked out. 

Jack appeared at your bedroom door with a plate of breakfast. “Can I come in?” he asked. Your bed was littered with tissues and Jack was guessing the empty ice cream pints were the ones that suddenly went missing from the freezer last night. He moved off some of the tissues and ice cream pints as he sat on the bed. “What time are you going to get ready?” he asked. “I’m not going.” 

He frowned. “I think you should go.” You sat up and he placed the plate in your lap. Your eyes were puffy and your hair was getting matted. “Last night, Annalise said she deserved him more. Because I couldn’t tell him I loved him and she could.” Jack’s heart broke. “She’s right you know? I couldn’t.”

“I’m sorry if me being friends stopped you from doing so-”

“I couldn’t do it because I was scared. And this is the price I’m paying for being scared.” Jack watched as you slowly ate the breakfast he brought up. “You’re really not going to go to prom?” he asked. “Mom said we can return my dress later, Dad said I can just say I have the stomach bug since Luke just had it.” 

“They probably won’t last anyway,” Jack said. You sniffled and looked at him. “What to you mean by that?” He shrugged, “Just a feeling.”

-

After Jack began pounding on your door, you opened it. You were dressed for bed, eyes puffy and the box of tissues from the bathroom was on the nightstand. “What Jack?” 

He entered the room and paced for a second. “If I tell you something, you have to hear me out before yelling.” 

You looked at him, he wore a guilty expression and you motioned for him to continue. “The summer before senior year, right when Trevor got back for school, he told me that he thought he could be in love with you. He told me because he didn’t want to hide it from me since I’m your brother. And then he begged me not to tell you because he wanted to wait until he was ready to tell you himself. When you came home crying and saying that he was going to prom with Annalise, Alex and I both knew he loved you. That morning when he asked if you were going to prom, I thought he was going to ask you, he was supposed to ask you! She texted him right after that! I said it wasn’t going to last because I knew he loved you. And I’ve been hoping that one day he’d snap out of it and tell you.” 

You stared at Jack. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you then and I should of. If I could go back and tell you, I would. I would tell you. I would take away all your heartache and make it better. It’s killed me for years to see you try and try to move on. He begged me not to tell you then so I didn’t but you are my sister and I should have done what was best for you.” He felt sick after you didn’t say anything. 

Jack sat on the edge of the bed, head in his hands as he confessed the one thing he couldn’t confess for years. Your whole body was in shock but you moved silently to sit next to him. He was waiting for you to hit him, to say you weren’t his sister anymore. He wanted you to be upset and angry, it’s what he deserved. 

“If he loved me, why didn’t he break up with her after prom?” 

Jack managed a laugh, “I don’t know.” He wiped the snot from his nose, “I think I ruined the dress rehearsal. Maybe we don’t have to go to the wedding tomorrow.” 

“We could say we got the stomach bug from Luke and can’t go,” you laughed, wiping away tears that had fallen. Jack laughed hard at that. You hugged him, letting him know you didn’t hate him. He wrapped an arm around you. “I’m sorry (Y/N).” You pulled away from the hug. “It’s okay. I’ll be okay.”

[sunny44]

All these years (Part 1)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend! Reader

Warnings: anxiety attack, fights, brake ups and maybe other things.

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

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Having to go back to Monaco was certainly not in my plans.

I had sworn to myself the day I left that I would never go back, but I had never actually kept that promise.

His family lives there and I've never been able to stop seeing them. Of course, I made them promise never tell him that I was still visiting them and they kept their promise.

I know this because I never received a call or an angry message.

Charles Marc Harvé Perceval Leclerc.

My first everything.

And I mean that in the literal sense of the word.

My first friend, my first kiss, my first boyfriend, the guy I had my first time with.

But most importantly.

My first and only true love.

When I moved to the house next to them, we connected as soon as we were introduced to each other.

We never had many friends because we knew we had everything we needed in each other.

He was the best boyfriend a girl could ask for.

But one thing about him was wrong.

His lack of understanding at times.

Charles was always a calm, fun guy who could make my shitty day 100% better.

But in March 10th, 2018.

That was the day everything we had went down the drain.

Charles was focused on getting his first year in Formula 1 off to a good start and I was focused on getting a job since I had just graduated from architecture school.

And I received the best offer a recent graduate could get.

It was an internship at an architecture firm.

The problem was that it was in Milan and Charles and I lived in Monaco and because of Formula 1 he wasn't going to leave.

I remember exactly the day I went to tell him excitedly that I'd got one of the best jobs I could ever want.

But Charles, contrary to what I thought, didn't have the best reaction, in fact he was very upset that the job wasn't in Monaco.

That's when our fights started, me because he didn't understand how important he was to me and an offer I couldn't refuse.

And him for saying that I'd ruined all our plans.

That day we'd had a bad fight, but the next day when I went to talk to him to try and sort it out, we fought again.

He said that I was the worst person he had ever met, that I would be a horrible wife and that our children would be ashamed to have a mother like me.

That day I cried so much that I had a horrible anxiety attack and had to go to hospital because of shortness of breath.

And he never showed up.

From that day on we never saw each other again, five years passed and here I was returning to Monaco for the wedding of Arthur, Charles' younger brother.

He and Carla were getting married after a year of being engaged and I remember how happy I was when he called to tell me that she had accepted and thanked me for helping him choose the ring.

I knew I would meet him there, I just didn't know if I was ready to see him.

Even more so in a situation like this.

"So, are you ready to see Charles?" Kika sits on the bed while I pack the last of my clothes.

"Certainly not, but what choice do I have?"

"You could have chosen not to go."

"I couldn't do that to Arthur, he was the only one who always supported me in everything, unlike his brother." I sighed, remembering him. "And I want to go, I want to see him marry the love of his life."

"I understand, and I know he'll love that you're going."

"But one day it would happen, we have so many things and people that keep us connected, so it took a while to happen."

"But you'll be fine."

"I know."

"Why are you getting so many clothes?"

"Because I don't know how long I'll have to stay there."

"What do you mean?" she asks confused.

"Because my father always convinces me to stay longer than I want to."

"I see."

"Well, I have to go soon, it's a long drive to get there."

We said goodbye and I got straight into the car and started driving there.

It was going to be a long trip.

Bonus scene!

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“Road tripping to Monaco”

Who wants to be on the tag list of these new story? I've already got it all written so I plan to post a chapter a day until it's finished.

[vinieer]

i dont like this piece... listen, i was struggling hard, i just had to somehow finish it....

Anyway, been enjoying thinking about an idol au for my ocs, where i put all of my favorite fanfics tropes, because nothing can stop me.

Iza and Rei are an idol duo called Gemini, but Iza is the one who does most of the live performance stuff and Rei is more behind the scenes (health stuff) and also dabbles in modeling.

Emil used to be in the idol industry as well, he was part of a popular idol group, but left because of infighting and overall toxicity at their company. They aren't really doing anything rn other than hanging with Gemini and supporting them (yay found family siblings :D!!)

Danka is Gemini's biggest fan (well her bias is Iza bc she's a down bad woman lover) and she lives together with her brother Lestek in his shitty one room apartment after she left their parent's house. Lestek is in training to be a bodyguard and got accepted to be Rei's.

I will probably draw more for it in the future but my oc fixations are in a perpetual loop in my head and they switch every other week so now I'm figuring out more of 5SR worldbuilding.

[possessionisamyth]

Nooo but you don't understand! Annette is such a wonderful take on a gray character shifted into the textbook gender roles of dedicated wife and mother.

First, there are two things you have to understand and accept when you choose to become a parent.

1) Your child's health, safety, and wellness is always your first priority.

2) Your child is going to be their own complete person regardless of your beliefs and expectations.

This means once you choose to have a kid, it's not about you anymore. The child didn't choose to be here. You brought them here. You are no longer the first person on your brain when it comes to making decisions. They are. Anyone who says parenting is easy is either selling snake oil or a really shitty parent. You have to constantly relearn how to communicate and interact with your child since the world influences them either as much or more than you can. You have to check yourself on your bad days so they don't become a target by accident. Even then, I don't know a single good parent who doesn't look back on how they raised their kids and say "oh geez, I could've handled that better than I did."

But do you know what Annette does? She keeps choosing William and their research to put first. Based on her dedication, it's clear Annette has been a scientist or a researcher for a long time. At some point, she met someone she felt she could connect to, William. At another point, she trusted him and herself enough to have a child with him, Sherry. They raised this child together for the first decade of her life, and, coming from a teacher, that's a lot of milestones in child development to witness.

Just when things seem to be normal, suddenly everything falls apart in less than 24 hours. Her husband is a monster made from his own creation. He made himself that way because he wanted absolutely no one to get ahold of G. Those were his dying words, and Annette would take on that duty as his wife first and a fellow scientist second. Her dedication is nothing to scoff at either. She has not stopped working, and she's probably had zero time to rest since William started stomping around killing people.

We see her muttering to herself and taking notes as her husband, not quite dead or alive, mutates further and further. Were these the results he was intending? Was the virus progressing at a natural speed or was it the stress of the environment? Is there sentience left? Would sentience return after the body has fully adapted? She has reorganized her priorities to put her husband first in a world that's falling apart. So just when she thinks things are as safe as they're going to get, here comes someone else trying to steal the G-Virus!

Okay, she has to re-prioritize again. William seems to be fine on his own, so it's time to defend his life's work which has become their life's work. She also has to do this by herself against someone with actual combat training. Notice how Annette keeps her distance from Ada in encounters? She always has her gun pointed or is trying to trap Ada before she darts off. This woman can shoot a gun, but she cannot fight. Now she's juggling. She needs to keep an eye on William and his research in this giant facility all by herself. She has to defend his work and continue it while the city is burning, and What Do You Mean Sherry is there too?

We hear Annette's almost bored dismissal of Claire under the assumption Claire is just there to steal the virus too. "Sherry is at home!" Sherry is supposed to be at home. A parent wouldn't say that if their house wasn't the safest place for their kid to be especially when Annette left her there. Knowing the stuff Annette has worked with for years, I highly doubt her house is anything less than a fortress to the dangers outside. But Sherry is there, and I already know the look on Annette's face was "How the fuck did Sherry end up at RPD?" Who helped her get there? The player doesn't know where the Birkins live. I don't think they live downtown or down the street, and Sherry is 10 years old! To traverse a burning city by herself and just so happen to end up where the public were told to evacuate?

It's too many variables to think about. She doesn't have the capacity to prioritize Sherry. Not right now. She survived this far right? Annette knows her daughter. Annette raised her daughter. If that woman is already looking out for Sherry, then Sherry should be fine for a little while longer. From an exhausted point of view, which is more dangerous and time sensitive? Her daughter who seems to have an armed babysitter, the mercenary narrowing a path closer and closer to the G-Virus, or her rampaging husband? Her daughter has suddenly become the last priority, but she can't let it eat at her. Whoever Claire is or whatever her goals are, she clearly wants Sherry alive. So Annette can refocus on William and the woman in red.

Is this the right decision? Is this the best decision? Were Annette not under duress, I'd say no. Yet I'm also noticing William is pretty contained to NEST, RPD, and the sewers beneath. He hasn't escaped into the city, so she must've been doing something to keep him there. Whatever she was doing, it was working, and it was working very well. For all intents and purposes, he should've been roaming around with Nemesis, but he wasn't. To do all the things Annette was doing, she had to have a lot of clearance access to almost everything in that facility, but she's still only one person so her activities were limited to her perspective.

Finally, when everything reaches it's crux, she realizes much too late that her priorities were all wrong. She should've destroyed the rest of the virus and the research to truly keep it out of other people's hands. She should've killed William before the mutation progressed to this point. She should've taken a moment to collect herself and find Sherry before she got infected, but it's too late now. It's too late to make up for her fuck ups, so she does what she can with the time that she has and finally puts Sherry's safety first. It's a decision made with the pain of dying, but the love is there. The love had never left. It just was going in the wrong directions during an extremely dangerous and terrifying series of events.

And like, do you think Annette defaulting to William was reflexive or her usual ways of decision making? Sherry came to RPD looking for her mother. Not her dad. Her mom. She came looking for Annette which shows Annette was either around the most or the most reliable of the pair. At that age, children run to the parent they believe will do something to help, and this decision is based on past experiences. She knows her mom is the safety net enough to be looking for her. They had to be close.

I don't believe Annette was the perfect mom, but I can believe she was a dedicated one. I can believe Sherry relied on her as much she relied on her husband. I can see she might not have always gotten things right, but she always tried to find a solution even when things weren't going how she predicted. I think she had the makings of a good mom as she raised her first and only child. I think she would've been a much better mom had she been allowed to escape too. I think this is a perfectly gray character without having to add or remove any angst to her narrative.

And it's like!!! This is great!! This is a wonderful narrative for a character!!! It's so good!!!!!

[mermaidsirennikita]

Top grovels in historical romance?

--Ralston on his knees in front of Callie being all "bitch I can't love you but I know we should get married because I have a huge feeling for you it's just not love please have sex with me and cuddle me for as long as we both shall live" in Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake by Sarah MacLean

--Idk if it counts as a grovel because he didn't really do anything wrong besides being incapable of saying I love you, but Derek Craven crying over Sara in the ruins of his empire and then being like SARA UR A GHOST I LOVE YOU SO MUCH PLEASE LOVE ME FOREVER FROM THE GRAVE when she shows back up (alive) is pretty great in Dreaming of You by Lisa Kleypas

--Untamed by Elizabeth Lowell features a pretty fabulous one where the hero is a total dick to the heroine (when they get married there are rumors that she fucked her childhood friend before she married him and he's basically super jealous and acts like he doesn't love her, it's medieval times) and when the heroine gets kidnapped by his enemies they're all "we shall ask for the biggest ransom" and she's like lmao good luck because he doesn't love me and then he's told that she said he wouldn't care because he doesn't love her and he's like SHE SAID WHAT??????? and then goes on perhaps the most deranged heroic speech I have ever read where he's all "if she isn't brought back to me alive AND LAUGHING I will bURN THEIR HOUSES AND PILLAGE THEIR LANDS AND KILL THEIR WOMEN AND CHILDREN AND CONDEMN THEIR UNSHRIVEN SOULS TO THE BOWELS OF HELL" and then when he gets her he's basically a blubbering mess like BABY I DIDN'T MEAN IT so it's just like. A massive grovel for the last 15% of the book. To be honest, all the books in her medieval series have pretty intense grovels (because the heroes are shitty men and yet we love 'em) but this is the most.... extreme.

--When the Duke Was Wicked by Lorraine Heath has a good grovel. The hero and heroine fuck it out finally and then he's like so I'm still incapable of love but I love you like a friend and we've gotta get married because your family is like family to me and I'm gonna ask your dad for your hand in marriage and she's like um no I will not accept your half-assed proposal and he's like ??? and runs to her dad and her dad goes "lmao I can read between the lines but fuck off" and then there's like, a kidnapping, and a lot of apologies, and body worship, and it's good.

Stacy Reid LOOOOOVES a grovel. Every book in her Wedded by Scandal series has a massive grovel and it's MAGIC. You have:

--a "I had a bad reaction to our oops baby and my wife left me so I furnished a lavish nursery in every single one of our 57 estates" grovel

--a "I was a douchebag and my wife left me so I dedicated my secret art to her and made it clear that she's my muse and publicly begged her to come back before the whole world" grovel

--a "I didn't step up and ask my best friend to marry me after taking her tender virginity and now everyone knows and she's ruined and she's refusing to talk to me so I'm just gonna throw a SURPRISE WEDDING and open my previously secret life up to the public" grovel

--a "my wife thinks I don't love her and will never love her and now she's hit the road to leave Scotland so I'm gonna chase her down and get on my knees at her carriage window and confess my love and beg her to stay" grovel

She also has the rare GIRL grovel in another book, which was interesting and I liked it.

--Any Duchess Will Do by Tessa Dare actually has the hero and heroine spend some time apart before he comes back to grovel for her, which I appreciated because it communicates how much he means it

--How to Steal A Scoundrel's Heart by Vivienne Lorret has a GROVEL WITH PUPPY.

--The Bride Goes Rogue by Joanna Shupe has the grovel where he leaves gifts at her doorstep for like, days. Handmade, sometimes home-cooked gifts.

--The Day of the Duchess by Sarah MacLean is a book-long grovel wherein the hero is trying to get his wife back after he cheated on her years ago.

Long live groveling!

[gorillaz-and-cupcakes-fan]

My time on Facebook has left me with nothing but, a list of bad interactions that in some ways were my fualt and others only left me feeling more of an outsider then ever.

From the time someone was looking for book suggestions and I suggested Little House On The Prairie and got asked " aren't those racist?" * i know, shocker, a series of books written in the 1930s being racist by modern standards? GAASP! NO!*

To most recently being chased off of the platform by a flock of white boys for saying ( on a post making fun of ai art) that I was simply on there to feed the blocklist as she was getting hungry and it needed feeding because i hadn't blocked anyone in awhile) and i got hundreds of " add me" or " you sound insufferable" or " ENOUGH OF YOUR STUPIDPOSTING!" ( as it turns most of the people of the people were ai artists but, whatevs).

Good times had by all.

But, then there were others. Others that stick out equally due to their cruelty. Such as a woman in one of my disability support groups started yelling " MONG!" or would begin every reply "Hey, retard!" Along with some " little known fact" which basically boiled down to "disabled people can horrible and do shitty things too" and later she talked about how people only tolerate us because murdering us is illegal. She also pulled out the old " disabled people are burdens to society" hence the reason it should be acceptable to murder us. Something similar also happened in sign language learners group i was apart of. Minus the " it should be ok to murder us" shit and add in the " my deaf husband beat me so, it's ok if i shit on deaf people and make fun of them in public."

The thing is is those incidents were not one offs. Both with a dangerous lack of accountability. Both espousing rhetoric that could lead to genocide. Both doing it as casually as if it were just another Tuesday. For them it probably was.

Hate crimes against the disabled have been on the rise since 2015 and rhetoric like that being laughed as shitposting by ableds doesn't help.

P. S: I'm not saying the lady who was abused by her husband was shitposting without reason. She admitted that's what it was in a later post.

[ofthestcrs]

@lcveblossomed​

“That has to be difficult. I mean… I’ve never been much of a planner myself but I know it has to be hard to have no idea. I hope you can figure it out.” Eddie says as he looks over at Gecko. He wants to help he wants to be there for Gecko to do whatever he can because Gecko deserves that. Why did all of this have to happen when it did? Why couldn’t he have waited he could’ve been there for Gecko. After everything they’d been through all that Gecko had done to support him it was the least Eddie could do but of course it was all fucked. The timing it was all just so messed up and Eddie didn’t know how to fix it.

He looks down at his stomach too then back at Gecko. “Even if we’re not together I still love you I still care… I’m gonna worry about you even if there is a kid in there.” He says, making a general motion to his middle. It was true he loved Gecko so much he wanted to help him to be there for him in whatever capacity he could. He wasn’t sure what that was but he was going to try whatever he could to help Gecko.

There’s a few moments of hesitation and Eddie fidgets with one of Gecko’s rings, he’d put them back on after they’d parted ways. He felt some comfort from it taking in a breath he looks back at Gecko again. “Come with me. I mean a couple of months in a bigger city we can split rent on some shitty little apartment. It’s Indianapolis there’s a better scene you could spend a couple months just focused on a job at a record store or something. I mean worst case scenario you still don’t know what you want to do when you’re done. You’ll have money saved up though you can I dunno buy yourself more time to figure shit out. Just… just let the world not be on your shoulders for once, Geck. You deserve that after all this time.”

I still love you. I still care. The words seemed so contradictory in the grand scheme of things. Mostly because Eddie was pregnant and it wasn’t his. It should’ve been his. Life had tossed a good dose of fuck yous in Gecko’s direction for no apparent reason, but this still hit the hardest. Perhaps it’s only because it’s fresh. He’d been pretty good at accepting the shit life had thrown at him until he’d gotten a taste of something good -- something special. Now he craved it so bad, for things to feel okay after so long of not being as much. He feels a pang in his chest when Eddie’s suggestion comes.

“I want to. I-” He didn’t think Eddie would ask. In tandem, he doesn’t want a pity party either. He’s gone this long sustaining himself. He’d figure it out with or without Eddie’s suggestion. He was doubtful that he was even written in his mother’s will and if he was, he was sure she likely hadn’t left a penny to his name. How long would it be before someone came to sell the house and kick him out? He didn’t have a time frame. Life tossed shit at him at a rate he couldn’t calculate. It just ... fucking happened.

“You don’t have to offer this to me.” Gecko finally said, “You don’t have to suggest this if you just ... feel bad for me. I’ve had to deal with shitty things all my life and I survived them.” And worse come to worse, he knew Monica would let him sleep on her couch for awhile. Despite everything, she also still cared about him, but it felt different than Eddie. It always was.

[robiinjason]

I read through War Games and Identity Crisis over the past few days

[redphlox]

Honestly, Twice and Toga have goofy, huge-age-gap sibling energy. Twice is the overprotective himbo older brother who lives in a crappy apartment across town and cares more about others than himself. Toga is the chaotic I'll-fight-God younger sibling who likes to run with knives because Mom told her not to. Their age difference is what makes their friendship special. Siblings with huge age gaps (10-15+ years) have a unique bond because the older sibling is in a unique place of being an authority-wielding, responsible, wise adult without being a parent. They're just a cool older sibling who happens to be an adult, so that means they can take you places and buy you food and toys/stuff and hang out with you. They'll protect you when your parents aren't around. They won't nag or lecture or ground you like a parent would when you confide in them, and that's exactly what Twice is to Toga. If Twice ever saw Toga with a cigarette he'd definitely tell her, "hey you shouldn't smoke, it's bad for your health" after taking it from her and inhaling deeply like the nicotine fiend he is because he wants to steer her away from harm while also not pretending to be perfect. He's not her parent, so he doesn't have to be the example of a healthy adult or whatever. He can be real with her and be silly with her, and he is.

Toga and Twice get along because they see themselves in each other. They are two people who had their childhoods taken from them. Twice lost his parents at a young age and was forced to grow up too fast, and Toga wasn't allowed to be herself and was rejected by her parents. She lived on the streets by herself for a while, facing the world much sooner than she should have. Being left to fend for themselves took away their opportunity to be childlike - goofy, mischievous, carefree, to establish who they are as a person without being judged. That's why they act so dumb together - they have a mutual understanding, much like siblings raised by the same parents even though the older one left the house years ago.

Twice doesn't judge or reject or lecture or scold Toga like her parents did, and Toga's silliness is endearing to Twice, who is a funny guy himself when he's not overwhelmed with his trauma and mental illness. Toga doesn't call him names or think he's a loser like the rest of the world does. They both just want to be happy and be accepted, and they know that about each other. That's why they feed off each other's energy. They each have 1 braincell but when they're together the braincells cancel each other out, bringing their total brain power to 0.

But Twice knows he's older than her and therefore has some sort of responsibility, just like an adult sibling does. An adult sibling feels like a parent sometimes because at the end of the day they're an adult, and yknow what? Sometimes parents want to feel needed by their children. Everyone wants to feel needed sometimes, but especially Twice because he's been alone for so long, without a friend in the world, feeling unwanted. And it's interesting that Twice felt like Toga, the only minor in the League, needed him especially. Not Dabi, not Shigaraki, not Spinner. Toga. She was the youngest and he knew that he, as an adult, could be there for her.

In Toga, Twice found the opportunity to be a teenager again, to be young and do dumb shit with his friends - two things that were taken from him when life dealt him shitty cards. In Twice, Toga found a caring older brother figure who encourages her antics but also looks out for her wellbeing like a parent would, something that she never had before. And just like a younger sibling, she gets annoyed over being fussed about after the battle in Deika city. In her mind, she's okay so what's the big deal? But Twice is grieving what could have happened - Toga almost DIED and it was too close for comfort.

Thinking about Toga and Twice's relationship really hurts considering what happens to Twice. These two needed each other. They gave each other the empathy, understanding, unconditional acceptance, and friendship they were desperately seeking in this world that had rejected them many times over.

[blondeiu]

ain’t shit

summary: you find out that elliot has been cheating on you from his cousin so you decide to make it even

inspired by ain’t shit - doja cat

warnings: cursing, nsfw if you reallly squint, angst

your friends warned you about elliot, they really did. you never thought elliot was the type of guy to cheat, not after all love he’s given you. but, apparently that flew out of the window.

you went over to elliot’s house the other night and you were surprised it was his cousin that answered the door and not him. especially after you texted him that you’d be coming over. “y/n? hey i thought you were with elliot ” his cousin was visibly confused when she opened the door. “uh what do you mean” now it was your turn to be confused. she had known that you and elliot were a thing because he told her. she let you in and you sat on the couch still confused. when she joined you on the couch, she lit a blunt and sighed. “he’s not here, he left a bit of time ago and before that he was having sex with someone and now that I know it’s not you i think he’s cheating”. this was one of those moments where it was just like well shit. you felt a bunch of emotions at once. sadness, confusion, and most of all anger. “you okay?”she handed you the blunt looking concerned. “mhm yeah i’m fine i just need a minute” tears were forming in your eyes at this point because his damn cousin just told you he was cheating. you breathed the toxic smoke into your lungs and let it out. after that you thanked her and left.

you were at kat’s house, crying your eyes out. maddy was rubbing your back and so was kat” “you don’t deserve that y/n, you’re too much of a bad bitch” bb sighed taking a hit of her vape, the smoke smelling like cherries. “bb is right, he doesn’t deserve you” kat rested her head on top of yours. you cried for a little longer until maddy got the idea that you should show him how bad of a bitch you are. you really weren’t all for the idea because of the state you were in but you still accepted.

you walked into the party, feeling kinda shitty but you were gonna fake it till you make it. your friends had dressed you up in this really hot outfit if you were being honest. beforehand you looked at yourself in the mirror and you felt really good. this particular party didn’t really have a bunch of hot guys from the looks of it but it was packed so there must’ve been a good looking guy somewhere. you drank and danced for a while before turning around to survey the area. a smile is planted on your face when you find a guy that’s eyeing you and you weren’t gonna lie, he was hot as hell. you walk towards him and sit down in the seat on the left of him. “hi there” you giggled and took another swig of your drink, the substance giving you a burning sensation. “you’re really pretty you know that?”he was looking at you in your eyes as you hit your lip. “i’m sure you say that to ever girl you meet huh?” you playfully rolled your eyes. “nope just you” he inches closer to you “can i kiss you?”. before you know it you too are all on each other, your lips practically glued to one another’s. apparently rue had seen this going down and was like “oh shit” so she had texted elliot and he made his way to the party, fuming with anger. even if he was high out of his mind he wasn’t not gonna show up and stop you.

by the time elliot shows up, shows up and by the time he’s standing right in front of you, your lips broke apart from hot guy lips break apart. you weren’t worried about elliot right now. just focused on having a good time. “what the fuck y/n, is this who you are? are you gonna cheat on me right in front of my face?” that made laugh a bit. it was really ironic to be honest. “it’s not cheating if I’m not with your ass anymore, elliot” you got up out of your seat ready to walk away. “what the hell do you mean?” he grabbed your arm, still confused and angry. “you were literally keeping secrets from me about your little fuck sessions with random bitches” he didn’t have a right to be mad in your opinion. “where the hell did you hear that??” he was still holding your arm as rue watch the scene unfold. “your cousin told me, i had to hear that from you fucking cousin” he kept playing dumb and you just weren’t buying it, jules had even told you about it because her and elliot were talking about it. “you really like the ability to think logically elliot, i know all about it” you yanked your arm out of his grasp and walked off into the crowd elliot yelling your name but giving up after he lost sight of you.

you were dancing all night and you had gotten pretty wasted. your friends dropped you off at your house and you changed and went straight to bed. you woke up to multiple calls and texts all from elliot. the texts mostly said how “it was in the heat of the moment” or “i was high out of my mind and i thought it was you” and even some “i love yous” and apologies. men really aren’t shit.

[ughsimpp]

girlyyyyy can you please write a Jongho oneshot?? Okay you and Jongho grew up together and is your neighbor but y’all grew apart bc he got popular and kinda pushed you to the shadows. After a while he realized that he likes you but was unsure if you felt the same bc yall both lost touch. thank you and i love you writing!!! keep it up ❤️

Let’s start over

Words // 3.5k

Genre // Smut

Paring // dom/soft!jongho x f!reader

Disclaimer ⚠️ // childhood bestfriends to lovers, bullying, confession, thick cock, marking, missionary, hard thrust, fingering

[ DO NO REPOST!!! ]

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FINALLY A JONGHO STORY!!!✨ I’ve been wanting to write one but i needed an idea so here you go!! 💚 and y’all i made it to 200+ followers!!! thanks you guys!! ❤️

Senior year....people would say to make your last year in high school memorable and to have fun, but not in your case. School was hell. Every time you walked down the halls as you saw people look at you and gave you weird looks like as if you wore your shirt inside out or if you had ketchup on your face. You noticed these things ever since Freshman year but after a while, it didn’t bother you anymore. You only had one year left then it was off to college. At the end of every year, you always had a 4.0 gpa. You applied early to a university and luckily for you, you got accepted to your dream college which was miles away from this shitty town.

Some of your teachers have asked you if you can help tutor some students who had trouble learning. You didn’t mind but it was the fact that it was all mainly Seniors who needed the help for them to graduate. There were a few freshmen’s and sophomores but half of the students you helped were Seniors.

You didn’t have many friends besides Lily, who you became friends with in Art class during freshmen year. She was really open to talk to and the sweetest person to talk to. She moved to a different school but you two still kept in touch. You missed having her around at school, but after graduation you both planned on going to the same university and be roommates.

You made your ways through the hall as the bell ranged. You saw a group of guys coming your way as you tried to ignore them but you failed on not getting noticed. You were stopped by Matthew who was the “leader” of the group. He was team captain of the soccer team and huge dick to so many people. He blocked your way and bend down to look at you. He had that ugly smug face on and pushed your shoulder.

“Where you going dork? I saw you trying to get away from me, well that’s not gonna happen.”

You saw them surround you and began picking at your stuff. They messed up your hair, glasses, threw your books onto the floor and took everything out of your bag. They laughed as they looked down on your trying to pick you things up. The group of guys started to leave as the bell rings. You were busy grabbing your stuff as you noticed someone was still standing in front of you. It was Jongho, Choi Jongho.

He was about to bend down and help you but you quickly stood up. You gave him one more glare and walked to class. You and Jongho used to be good friends when ya'll were kids. Ever since high school started, he became distant and didn’t talk or come over anymore. Whenever Matthew and the other guys would pick on you, he would watch and say nothing. As if he didn’t feel bad about how they treated you.

The bad part was that he was also your neighbor. You and Jongho grew up close together but as soon as 8th grade year ended and freshmen year came, that’s where things all changed. You were treated like trash until Lily came but when she moved away, they began picking on you again. They would flip your books that were in your hands and would say that it was an accident or that it was your fault for being in their way. What really sucked was that Jongho became part of that group. He was in the soccer team and he was really good at playing. You remembered him coming over to your house and showed you his soccer skills. You made your way to class and turned in you homework that was assigned last night.

“Oh y/n, I have a request for you.”

“Yes? What is it?”

“I need you to help out a student of mine that’s failing my class.”

“Oh..who is it?

“Choi Jongho.”

“Mhm? Choi Jongho?”

“Yes...He’s failing History. I’m not suppose to say but he has a 54 in my class and if he don’t get his grade up he won’t be able to play soccer or keep his scholarship.”

“Why don’t he just come to tutoring when I’m helping other students?”

“I’ve been telling him to go but he never shows up. Mid-terms are coming up soon and if he don’t at least make a 80 on it, he’ll fail. So I’m asking you if you can help him out.”

You took a while to think about what she said. Helping or at least talking to him again was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’ll see what I can do..”

“Thank you y/n! You are seriously a lifer saver! I’ll email you what he needs to work on.”

You gave her a soft smile and thought on how you were going to talk to him. It wasn’t like you and Jongho ended on bad term but it just awkward for you both now and since he hanged out with Matthew and his gang now, there was no way you can talk to him after years of not talking.

You received the emails that the teacher sent you and now you had to decided whether when to approach him. After school ended you headed home. You walked passed his house slowly before turning into your driveway. Stopping half way to your house, you walked down the steps and walked to Jongho’s house. You were about to ring the door until you heard your voice being called from behind.

“Y/n?”

You turned around and saw Jongho standing there with his soccer uniform on. He gave you a confused look and set down his duffle bag.

“What brings you here?”

“Oh uhm Ms. Jeon asked me to help...never mind I don’t know why I’m here...”

You were about to leave until he spoke out again.

“Wait, Ms. Jeon asked you to help me for history, didn’t she?”

You nodded a yes.

“I told her that I don’t need help..god damn”

“You have a 54 percent...”

“She even told you? Fuck...”

Jongho groans at the fact that you knew what his grade was and how embarrassing it was. He crouched down and sat on the steps. You walked down and looked at him.

“I can help you...”

“Mhm?..”

“I-..I can help you get your grade up..if you want...”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?”

“It should be fine, I mean you got to graduate right? And keep that scholarship, I think you’ll be able to pass if you focus more.”

“I’ll appreciate that y/n...just let me-”

“Y/n? is that you?!”

You both looked up behind you and saw Jongho’s mom at the door.

“Oh my it is you! Gosh how many years has it been? We live right next door but I barely see you anymore. You must be busy with school but that’s good. You are a smart girl after all, and this one right here is only focus on soccer.”

Mrs. Choi ruffled through Jongho’s hair,

“ahh Mom my hair.”

“Oh gosh what am I gonna do with you. Anyways y/n what are you doing here?”

“Oh..I uh was wondering if Jongho wanted to study together...Mid-terms are coming up and you know it is senior year haha...”

“That wonderful!! It’ll be nice for you both to hangout again.”

“Yes...looking forward to it, so uhm...I’ll see you around Jongho...”

You waved bye to them and went to your house. You rushed upstairs and laid down on the bed. It was nice to see Mrs. Choi again, she still looks the same after 3 years. She was always super sweet to you and would say how much she wanted a daughter like you.

Your phone buzzed as you rolled over and looked at it.

Jongho: “Hey, I still have your number. Uhm let me know when you wanna stop by...”

You: “Okay.”

You threw your phone to the side and thought of how things were gonna be for you and Jongho now.

The next day after school, you went to Jongho’s place as his mom let you in. You sent him a message that you were already at his place. His mom offered you some snacks and led you to the dining table as you waited for him to come home. 

An hour later he came home and saw you sitting at the table. He went upstairs to put his stuff away and grabbed his homework. He came back down and sat next to you. He cleared his throat and glanced at you.

“Have you been here long?”

You shook your head,

“No, your mom came and gave us snacks then she left to the store..”

“Ah okay...”

There was a moment of silence that filled the room.

“Ehem, so shall we get started?”

You said as he opened his book. After a few hours of studying and helping on his homework. You gave yourself a big stretch and looked at him. He was focused on the problem that he didn’t noticed you looking at him. He still had those squishy cheeks and pouty lips when ya'll were kids.

“Hey is this right?”

He snapped you out of your thoughts and handed you his paper. You looked through them and saw that he got a few wrong.

“You need to fix these answers just a bit then you’ll be fine.”

“Oh okay, but I don’t understand the history from this question...Like it seems like a basic question but it just hard to understand and remember what happened.”

You adjusted yourself closer to him. You took a look at the paper and thought of a way on how to explain it. Jongho on the other hand looked at you as you tried to explain the problem. He watched you as you brushed your hair behind you ear and pointed at the question. He listened to you talk and got lost in your gaze at the paper. You looked at him to see if he was listening, he turned away and scratched the back of his head. You turned back and looked at the paper and continued to talk. 

After a few hours it was dark out. You decided to head home and packed your things.

“Do you wanna stay for dinner?”

You heard Mrs. Choi say as you were about to leave out the door. 

“I’m okay, I should head home just in case my mom worries.”

“Mhmm, come back soon!”

You smiled at her and left. You made it home and made a sandwich to bring it up to your bedroom. Luckily as you help Jongho with his homework, you didn’t have much let to do for your homework. You ate your sandwich as you scrolled through your phone. Checking your twitter feed and facebook.

You suddenly received a text message from Jongho.

Jongho: “Hey thanks for helping me out.”

You looked at the message and replied back.

You: “No problem, if you have any questions just ask. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Jongho saw your message and laid down on his bed. He though about how much you helped him today. He appreciated your help and liked how detailed you were on explaining the problem.

He also thought about that moment when he looked at you. How different you looked after years of not talking to you and much you changed. You were always smart and open to talk about anything. Jongho also noticed how pretty you gotten, you became more mature too.

A few weeks of helping him study, you noticed how much he improved in his studies. He came home after mid-terms and showed you his score. He made a 82% on it.

“Yay!!! Good job I told you that you can do it!!”

You were so proud of him that you hugged him without thinking. You realized on what you were doing until you backed away. Looking away and cleared your throat.

“Ehem. So I guess this means our study sessions are over...”

You said and you looked down.

“Yea I guess it is....but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends right?...”

You looked at him as he looked away saying that. You noticed a slight pink tint on his cheeks.

“We can still be friends.”

You looked at him and smiled. Jongho smiled back at you as there was a awkward moment of silence that filled the room.

“Well..we should hangout again sometime..if you want...”

he sys, hopefully you’ll agree.

“Sure. Like old times we can hangout.”

“Okay cool.”

“Well I guess I should go then...I’ll see you later Jongho...”

“Yea...”

You left and looked back at him, you smiled and left out the door. You made it home and got ready for bed. With mid-terms over it was spring break. You sat at your vanity table and did your skincare.

The next morning you decided to go shopping with your mom for some groceries. You wore a cute blue dress and put on some makeup. You never wore makeup in school but you thought of putting someone since it is spring break. You made your way down the aisle and picked out some snacks. You suddenly bumped into someone, causing you to drop the snacks you had in your hands.

“Oops sorry about that-...”

“Well well...is that Y/n? You look slightly different....”

“Yea she looks cute.”

“Damn...”

You looked up and saw Matthew and his group. They surrounded you as you were stuck between the shelf and them.

“Why don’t we have some fun? Yea? You look insanely cute right now.”

Matthew began to touch your shoulder as his other hand touched your thigh. You felt him move higher up your ass. You were shocked that you slapped him across the face. He palmed his cheek where you hit him as he raised his other hand.

“You bitch!”

You closed your eyes as you prepared yourself for the hit until someone stopped Matthew’s hand from coming closer. 

“Stop it bro.”

You looked up and saw Jongho holding his wrist, restricting him from hitting you. You saw Jongho yes were furious. 

“Tch. What the hell are you Jongho? Don’t you see I’m busy here?”

“Yea right, you were about to hit her.”

“Why do you care? She’s so fucking useless and she hit me first.”

“You were touching her, of course she’ll hit you. It was your fault.”

“What did you say? You wanna play smart with me? Do you wanna get kicked off the team?”

You saw things were getting intense between them. You tried to stop them but got pushed onto the ground.

“Stay out this bitch! If you wouldn’t have make a scene there wouldn’t have been a problem!”

Jongho saw him about to hit you and punched him. Matthew fell onto the ground, blood was dripping from his nose. Jongho grabbed your hand and ran outside of the store. You both were running as you heard Matthew yelling out to run after you.

You both ran until you lost sight of them. You made it home, trying to catch your breath. You looked at Jongho who was also out of breath. He looked at you and began laughing. 

“Why are you laughing?...”

“Ah sorry, It’s just that it reminded me of that one time when we were running from those people when we sneak into that concert.”

“oh haha yea I remember that.”

You were laughing as he noticed the red mark on your cheek.

“Does it hurt?”

“Mhm?”

“Your cheek, it’s red.”

“Oh...yea it’s fine.”

“Come on, I’ll give you an ice pack.”

You followed him as he led you inside.

“...yea mom I know, I’ll see you soon.”

Jongho came back with an ice pack and handed it you. He sat next to you ad you put it on your cheek. The cool feeling cooled down the burning sting.

“What did your mom say?”

“Oh she wondered where I went and told me that she had an issus at work and would come home late.”

“Oh okay.”

“Is your mom home?”

“Oh my mom went to go visit my grandparents for the week, she’s coming home Wednesday.”

You and Jongho talked for hours and talked about what you both did as kids. Fun memorable memories. You both laughed and cracked jokes like old times.

“What happened to us? We use to be close..”

You asked him. Jongho became quiet and looked down.

“I don’t know...I was the one who left you...I’m sorry...”

“No need to apologize.”

“No I need to, I was the one who stopped talking to you and never once helped you when Matthew was picking on you..”

“It’s okay...I forgive you, it wasn’t your fault but what about soccer and your-..mhm..”

You felt Jongho kissed you. You were shocked at the kissed but kisses him back. He pulled back and looked away.

“Sorry..I-Y/n...I liked you ever since we were kids and didn’t have the courage to tell you back then. Forget about soccer, I wanna focus on you right now...I like you Y/n.”

You blushed away and thought of his confession. You got the courage and started the first move. You slowly pushed him back on the couch. You straddled him and kissed him. You palmed his face kissed down his neck.

You felt him picked you up and headed to the bedroom. He laid you down on his bed as his eyes filled with lust. He removed his shirt, revealing his muscles. Jongho always wore clothes that covered up his body so you never imagined him to be so muscular. (oh to see that sight🤤) He bend down closer to you and kissed your neck. His eyes gazed at yours for permission to continue. You sat up and took off your dress. He admire your figure. You were about to cover yourself up until you were stopped.

“Don’t cover yourself.”

He took off your bra as your boobs were exposed. He laid you back down and left kisses on your chest down, leaving light red marks and kissed down your stomach. You felt butterflies fill your stomach as he left wet kisses. You felt him palming your heated core as he removed your panites.

“You’re soaking wet y/n.”

You blushed as he inserted a finger slowly as you moaned out. Your walls pulsed around his finger as he pumped in. The feeling was new and arousing that you wanted more. 

“Jongho...”

You were close on coming and he picked up the pace. Coming all over his finger and the sheets. Jongho bit his lips and removed his pants. You saw him pull out his thick cock and wondered if it was gonna fit. He grabbed a condom for his side table and slipped it on.

“I’m gonna go in okay?”

You nodded as he positioned himself. He slid in, stretching you out as he filled you up. Jongho groans out as he felt your wall pulsing around his cock. He looked down as you covered your face. He kissed your lips and waited until you adjusted a bit before moving. You nodded for him to move. He’s thrust was slow but powerful. The bed squeaked as he thrusted in. You moaned out as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close. You wanted more and wanted him to go faster.

“Jongho..please go fas-faster ah!”

He did was you were told and moved faster than before. You gripped onto the sheets and as he thrusted in harder. You left out soft moans near his ear. Clawing his back as he hit your sweet spot. He sat up, holding onto your hips as he went even faster.

“Ah fuck! Jo-Jongho!!”

Jongho bit his lip as he angled in a deeper position. You gasped at how deep he was. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling, catching your breath.

“You look cute when you make that face y/n.”

“Jongho! I’m-I’m close...”

“Ah shit..fuck you’re so tight...”

You moaned out as you tightened around him. His cock rapidly moved inside your core, bringing you to your high. You kissed him as you came all over his cock. You moaned out as you tried to grab onto something. You shuttered beneath him as you held his hand. Jongho threw his head back as he came inside the condom. Sweat drip down his forehead as he bend down kissing you.

“Fuck that was hot.”

Jongho whispered and smiled at you. You giggled at him and pecked his lips. You looked into his eyes and kissed him one last time. He lend his forehead on yours and gave you his gummy smile. Jongho laid next to you and brushed your hair away from your face.

“Hey...”

“Mhm?...”

You hesitated at what you were gonna say. You heart thumped loudly.

“I..I like you too.’

Jongho flashed his gummy smile once more and held you in close. He kissed your forehead and looked at you. You saw him slowly drift to sleep as you began tracing circled on his chest. Jongho smiled at what you were doing. Even though his eyes were close, he can felt how much you kept rubbing your thighs together. He looked at you and smirked.

“You wanna go again?”

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Dalonte “DALY” Dennis: (TEK)

***THIS HAS NOT BEEN THROUGH A TYPICAL EDITING PROCESS; ALL SHORTS ARE ROUGH DRAFTS***

Daly shook his head listening to his sisters go back and forth about dumb shit. It seemed like they always waited until he came around to bring up niggas. He never intruded on their personal lives because he’d instilled enough in them to know what to do and what not to do. He had been on his own with them since he could remember. Daly was only ten years old roaming the streets looking for food to feed them. Life didn’t give him much of a choice to live another way. His mother left everything up to him, so he had to do anything to survive. At first it was just he and TJ, then two more girls came, and his mother literally dropped them off home to him. Daly cared for infants alone being just a baby himself.

They were on their way to the airport to pick up the baby of the three, Erie. She went away to college four years ago and this would be her first time back in Philly since graduating. They visited her a lot, but they were all happy to have her in the same state as them again. He was so proud of Erie for sticking it out and finishing college. At first, she would beg to come home. She even threatened to drop out several times. Daly spoiled Erie the most so during each one of her breakdowns he flew to Atlanta where she attended Spelman to talk her down.

All three of his sisters even being raised by him like straight niggas turned out to be great women despite their foul ass mouths and no-nonsense ass attitudes. People always said how pretty they were until witnessing one of them in action. Daly was a cool brother to have but he sometimes was too hard on himself thinking he could’ve done better with them and their emotions. He didn’t know how to raise children let alone girls but over the years he learned so much about women, more than he actually wanted to know. 

TJ was the oldest and she owned a popular hair salon. She was the wildest and most outspoken. Daly had to bail her out of jail several times, primarily for domestic disputes with her lovers. She was openly bisexual and came out to him when she was sixteen, saying if Daly didn’t accept her for who she was, he could kiss her ass. Of course, no matter what he loved his sister. TJ was five-eight, with tan skin covered by tattoos. She had them everywhere. None of them knew their fathers and Daly assumed she was biracial off her features and TJ didn’t like that. So, the long curly black hair she once had as a girl which made her ambiguity more apparent was shaved off and she chose to wear all types of colorful wigs. She was beautiful either way with her natural hunter green eyes and freckled rosy cheeks. Despite her lifestyle and appearance, TJ went to church a lot. She’d been that way since she was just a child. Always telling Daly she had them all covered on the prayer tip, so they were good. She believed the Lord protected her big brother the many nights he had to go out and do what needed to be done for them. TJ had a huge and loving heart she just didn’t have the patience for bullshit.

Ta’Kia, whom everyone simply called Kia was the calmest when considering the three of them. She didn’t bother anyone unless they bothered her. It was a different story if she knew you though, you wouldn’t be able to shut her ass up. She went to college in state at West Chester where she met her white boyfriend that she stressed out regularly. Kia was also fair skin and four-eleven of feistiness. Daly knew whoever her father was had to be black. She had 4C hair and to him that meant straight nigga. He learned all about the different types of hair black women had over the years. He didn’t assume they couldn’t have loose coils in general, but his sister came from nigga nuts with the shit that sat on top of her head. Kia kept it in all types of natural styles. She was the earthy vegan type. No man-made chemicals could touch her person and she only ate what she grew. She wore very little clothing often, even when it was cold with beads around her waist, lots of rings on her fingers and she had two nose rings and a septum. Daly didn’t know where the hell that aesthetic came from but again, he supported his sisters through whatever.  

Then there was Erieon, Erie for short, Daly’s baby. TJ and Kia didn’t give into her spoiled ass the way he did. If you asked them, their little sister was selfish, stubborn and plain old evil. Erie had a bad attitude, worse than all of three put together and never liked to admit when she was wrong. The only person she didn’t get out the way with was Daly. Erie was the surprise baby and the most beautiful little dark doll he’d ever seen when his mother first dropped her off. He fell in love with her the moment he had to take her on. By then he’d become an expert at caring for infants. Erie stood out because amongst her sisters she shined like chocolate satin. While her sisters rocked baldies and bushes, Erie loved box braids, and any other type of style that hung pass her butt in individuals. Everything about her was gorgeous. She was the most regular physically but personality wise, Daly had a time with that one. Sometimes he thought she had some mental health issues but seeing Lake go through so much and learning what he could, he swore his sister wasn’t that damaged. Couldn’t be. He simply gave her whatever she wanted and hoped it never went further than having temper tantrums.

When Daly was just a child, if it weren’t for Hassan, he and his sisters would be separated and spread out through the system. It was one of the reasons Daly was so loyal to Lake. Hassan made sure they never had to worry about being taken from one another. The house they lived in, he bought it and fixed it up. They had food and clean clothes every day. When his mother would try to come and interrupt the peace they finally had, Hassan made sure she didn’t any longer. Whatever bad shit people had to say about the late Hassan Porter, he and his sisters were blinded by the fact that he was the only adult to give a fuck about them. Even his mother’s sister didn’t offer a helping hand when she knew how they were living. Hassan didn’t ask any questions or want any answers. He saw a problem and fixed it. Never made Daly feel ashamed or embarrassed either.  

Once at the busy airport, they didn’t even have to park to meet Erie inside. She was sitting outside on her luggage with an obvious attitude.

“Here her ass go with the bullshit,” Kia said getting out the car. She hugged her resistant baby sister while Daly kissed her cheek before getting her stuff. TJ didn’t even get out the car because she was the least interested in what had her mean ass mad already. 

“What’s wrong, Erieon?” Daly asked once they were all back in the car. 

“Nothing.” 

“Erie! Stop bein’ a fuckin’ brat!” TJ turned around to her sister who was in the back seat now with her arms crossed and face balled up. “You always do that like somebody supposed to know what you thinkin’.” 

“Leave me alone.” 

“Erie, what’s wrong?” Daly asked her in a gentle tone making TJ and Kia roll their eyes.

“The flight was just annoying. I don’t like being around people.” 

“I’m sure people don’t like being around your evil ass either,” TJ said. “I’ma pray for you on Sunday demon.” She held the cross around her neck then pulled out a little bottle and splashed Erie. 

“Don’t put that saltwater on me!” 

“You need Jesus!” 

“TJ, stop,” Kia laughed. “Stay sprinkling people with your lil holy water.” 

“She think cause she got baptized that she still not going to hell,” Erie said, wiping her face. “Newsflash, you eat pussy, that’s a sin!” 

“Yo!” Daly yelled. “I don’t wanna hear that shit. All y’all shut the fuck up!” 

Why did he say that? All hell broke loose. They started shouting obscenities his way and he blew his breath wishing he went alone to begin with. Daly loved his sisters to absolute death, but they were a damn handful. How anybody dated one was beyond him. Man or woman. 

“Wit your big head ass!” TJ mushed him. “Don’t be talkin’ to us like that!” 

“I’m stayin’ with you TJ,” Erie said. They were the two who got along the least, but her sister was the most freeing to be around and let her do anything. Even though she was going on twenty-three, Kia and Daly treated her like a baby.

“Then you better act like you know, I ain’t for the walkin’ around my shit with no attitude! And I don’t clean up after grown muhfuckas.” 

“Why you don’t want your own shit?” Daly asked.

“Because I don’t wanna be alone,” Erie said low. “TJ lays with me when I need her.” 

“I can lay with you,” Daly said.

“You never be home.”

Erie saying that made Daly feel bad. If he wasn’t there often it’s because he couldn’t be and when he wasn’t, they had to take care of each other. They didn’t intentionally make him feel bad about it, they simply were dealt a shitty hand. No mother and their brother couldn’t be around due to the fact that he was the provider. It all affected each of them in different ways. 

“I lay with you too.” 

“Kia, your bed bout as big as this back seat. Then you like to sleep on the floor,” Erie said, and they all started laughing. 

Daly gave his sisters the range to live much more extravagant, but Kia didn’t want to. She liked her open space loft, mattress on the floor, no curtains, plants from wall to windows, three pairs of shoes and garden full of natural foods. TJ wanted to work for her own money, so she started a business. Erie was the only one who happily ran through his pockets like no tomorrow. He was okay with him being their backup plan if they ever needed or wanted it.

“Says the homeless one,” Kia rolled her eyes.

“By choice,” Erie retorted. 

After Daly took his sisters out then dropped them all off, he stopped at his old apartment. His phone was ringing off the hook and the only calls he returned were Lake, Wreck and Roddy. Mansion called him about fifty times. When those went unanswered, the texts started. 

Mansion: I know you with another bitch, since you wanna ignore me for her. Stay there, and don’t call me ever again with your hoe ass! 

Mansion: Bitch ass nigga! You really wanna cheat on me? And I bet she don’t look like shit! 

Mansion: I was fuckin’ somebody else anyway!

Mansion: I’m gettin’ a abortion!

Daly ignored each one. Mansion would say anything to get him to argue with her. At first it was funny, but now, he was a little tired of the constant back and forth. It was childish but that’s what he got for messing with a twenty-one-year-old. 

“What?” he asked, finally answering for her.

“Put your bitch on the phone.” 

“I ain’t wit no bitch.” 

“Right, you a hoe ass liar! Come get me right now.” 

“Fuck no! Go tell the nigga you was fuckin’ to get your crazy ass.” 

“I was just sayin’ that,” Mansion whined. “I love you.”

“Obviously,” Daly responded sarcastically and they both started laughing. “You gotta chill bro.” 

“My anger just get the best of me, you know I would never step out on you.” 

“I’m not comin’ tonight, I got shit to do.” 

“Like what?” 

“Shit.” 

“You lyin’.” 

“When the fuck do I ever have to lie? If I’ma be with another bitch, I would tell you.” 

“See that’s what I’m talkin’ bout, the disrespect! I’m not about to let you play in my face with no ugly ass hoe!” 

“Who ugly, Mansion?” 

“SHADIA!” she screamed, and Daly hollered. His on again off again girlfriend for years grinded Mansion’s gears. “You need to tell that dog face bitch you love me and it’s over.” 

“I told her that.” 

“Then why she still feel comfortable to go around talkin’ about my nigga? Why THE FUCK is she postin’ you on her Instagram?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“You know because you keep givin’ that hoe hope!” 

“Ion give nobody shit,” Daly looked at his phone beeping. “Hold on, I’ma call you right back.” He didn’t wait for a response to click over for his sister. “Yea TJ?” 

“Come get Erie before I fuck her up!” 

“What she do that damn fast?” 

“I comes the fuck in my room and her ass changin’ shit around in MY HOUSE!”

“You got it ugly in here!” he heard Erie yell in the back. “Everything don’t gotta be green!” 

“DALONTE!” TJ shouted. “Come get your sister! NOW! Jesus be a high ass fence for Erieon…” she started her prayer for forgiveness then Daly heard a bunch of ruckus. He hung up on everybody tired of dealing with women for one day. It wasn’t even five o’clock yet. He got all the bags out of his trunk and went inside the apartment building. 

When he put his key in the door Tracy was standing right there with an attitude. Out of all the bitch fits, he was least interested in hers. He didn’t tell his sisters about their mother staying there and that’s why he moved because it would upset them. TJ mostly. She hated Tracy to no ending. 

“The fuck you standing there for waitin’ like you caught me cheatin’ or something?” 

“Because you leave me in this place, alone! I ain’t got no phone, no communication to the outside world—” 

“Man, fuck outta here,” Daly said, closing the door. “You lucky you got this.”

“I want to see my children, Dalonte!” 

“They don’t wanna see you.” 

Daly’s mother was a rehabilitated crackhead and ex-prostitute. He wouldn’t have offered her a place to stay but she was currently pregnant and had the nerve to tell him she wanted to do right for her baby. 

“Well it ain’t they choice, y’all is muthafuckin’ kids to me! I don’t care what we been through! I am your mother!” 

“You ain’t shit, Tracy.” Daly took all the bags in the kitchen. “Here, all the shit you wanted. Fuckin’ prenatal vitamins,” he threw them at her. “I know your ass ain’t do none of this shit with us! You want my sisters to see this shit?” He started pouring all the stuff out. “You got it in you to finally care about one of your kids.” 

“He is y’all little brother,” Tracy said, palming her stomach with tears in her eyes. Her oldest child hated her so she knew it couldn’t have been any better with the other three but not seeing them for so long hurt her heart. When she came to him, he didn’t even care at first. They owed her nothing and as a mother Tracy wished she could take every ounce of pain she caused them back. 

“I almost said fuck him too,” Daly laughed, and Tracy smiled. Her son loved her; she knew this because he could be really cold when he wanted to be. There had been times she’d been on the other end of it. 

“I’m sorry for putting all of this on you, if I had another option, I would’ve chosen it. I know it’s not easy seeing me like this,” Tracy expressed to her son sincerely. 

“Whatever, I’m out, I gotta go break up a fight between your kids.” 

“Can you at least tell them I miss them?” 

“I’ll think about it.” Daly closed the door in her face. He stood with his back against the door feeling the way he did when he was younger. So many times, she would even watch him struggle with his sisters. Tracy would be home while he was trying to figure out a way to provide for them. Here she was pregnant again with another baby and needed her son all over again. Déjà vu.

[honeybunhalo]

Kara/Lena adopt Superboy AU Notes (Part 1)

I’m finally delivering on the content for this Supercorp AU

This is a Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor and Superboy (Kon-El) centric story. Specifically focused on exploration of one's identity and how you define yourself with the many aspects of your life and choices you made as well as what you consider important and precious to you. The effects of being constrained by how you were born and finding those who love you for who you are and don't ask you to change the core of your being to fit in. — this is not an action packed story at all.

Here are some of the ideas I have for this or things I thought Kon had in common with Lena and Kara that I find compelling.

Lena concepts:

Lena gets to know another Luthor, her biological nephew, who isn’t a trash person and is someone to not just for her to protect but who’s existence assures her that it isn’t blood that makes someone bad and maybe she isn’t so different from other people and she’s not “irredeemable”. Sometimes he reminds her of her older brother when he was kind to her growing up. Likewise, everyone usually sees the Lex in Kon as an inherently bad thing and thus he learns to hide it and hate himself for it. Lena presents an alternate because she remembers bittersweetly a simpler time when she looked up to her brother. Not everyone sees the Luthor genes in him as a threat, Lena finds it comforting to be able to help someone like her in a way she was never helped as a young girl. 

Lena thinks she can’t interact with kids well, much less the kid Lex had grown in a lab, but she totally warms up to him and can talk to him about familial rejection (via Clark) and if it’s because he’s a Luthor and if that makes him wrong. Is it because he’s artificial? Is it because he’s some strange illegitimate lab child? Smothering this kid with love and protection.

Plus Kon is like Kara in more than just being kryptonian but also in dorkiness. Lena’s life is just trying to wrangle an overpowered golden retriever and her lab puppy. She can’t stay mad at them for long.

Lena finding she is capable of loving and being loved and being with Kara makes it harder to ignore the crush she has on Kara. They talk together about love and acceptance now they have a shared kid they don’t want to hide personal things from that could later hurt him and many things become open secrets in their now shared house. Soon enough, it becomes obvious she needs to be truthful with Kara about her own feelings for her. 

Lena could learn about the difficulties of hiding being an alien that Kara had to deal with and the onslaught and exhaustion of developing powers in young kryptonians. She gets to see first hand what it does to a child and wonders how that must have affected Kara’s emotional development and sense of self. 

Lillian and Lex won’t get anywhere near this kid if Lena has something to say about it. Lena knows what it’s like to be the odd one out in a family and for people to reject you for simply existing from other people's sins

Kara concepts:

Kara recounts how she felt like a failure waking up on earth to find out Kal had grown up without her. Now she can maybe make peace with that by taking in Kon even if everything that motivates her choices with him is primarily for kons sake. 

Kara can share with another person krypton's history and culture which is something she’s had to keep seperate from her primary identity for years now *cough* it’s almost like she’s an immigrant who has to hide her identity and culture to be accepted and you could use that in the story *cough* 

Kon lived through being created as a lab rat and the only living experiment left. Kara could sympathize with his own grief from her experience with survivors’ guilt. 

Being open with Kon so that he doesn’t feel that same overwhelming pressure when she was told to hide with a human family also gives room for Lena to learn more about the world Kara came from beyond what she knows from interviews from Superman. Having Kara speak openly about her life on Krypton is much more personal and feels much more real than any article could do. 

Teaching Kon how best to control his powers and her and Lena being able to have the resources for him to do so safely 

Alex is very alarmed by the new addition to the family, mostly because how shitty Clark was in relation to the kid. From her perspective, this is not the first time the guy has dumped an unwanted kryptonian child on someone else’s doorstep. Whatever, she gets to buy leather jackets for her new nephew and be scary overprotective of him. “I don’t care if you think you’re nearly invulnerable at your age, do you have ANY IDEA what type of trouble your mother got us into when we were growing up? Or even when she just started hero work?”

Conner Kon-Cepts:

His sort-of-aunts can be his adoptive moms and be much better to him than his biological dads ever were to him in the comic canon. Kon actually being allowed to be close to other Superman family members!!! I need it like the air I breathe. Kon could get to know a Luthor that isn’t trying to hurt him or use him. Someone who defies part of why (Kon thinks) Superman could never accept a thing like him. 

(I have too many things to say to put in a brief bullet point just know that he’s my fav little boy and I think that he deserves parents who would love him unconditionally and Lena and Kara deserve to live a slower life where they can be cute and domestic)

(If he’s raised by these two then I can give a solid reason as to why we just ignore all the blatant misogynistic and horny writing from the 90s comics that made me really uncomfortable and didn’t completely fit with his given backstory especially with how over the top the specialization was. It helps make up for that)

Kon has to deal with being constantly compared to his two genetic fathers mirroring how Kara and Lena both are constantly being compared to Superman and Lex Luthor as they are the female counterparts of those two more infamous members in their respective families

Kara and Kon have very complementary stories and could become what the other needs to fill a hole in each of their hearts. Canon is way too personally tragic. I’d rather have a bittersweet world that’s also soft so I can spend more time with slow paced character analysis.

(In the beginning, Kon’s much more timid given he’s still so young and is coping with being rejected by superman. The tone at the beginning of the story is very serious. As the story unfolds, kon will loosen up to be goofier like his comic counterparts personality)

Both Clark and Lex don’t deserve this kid in any way. If all they are gonna do is mistreat or neglect him in their own ways, Kon is better off with his aunts. 

Conclusion:

Kara and Lena can be happy together by fully trusting themselves with each other in domestic bliss for once AND Kon doesn’t have to cry his eyes out knowing he’s an unwanted experiment child who is “undeserving” of family and home who never got to experience childhood

Everyone who's always saying “you can’t trust a Luthor” better shut their trap when Kara walks in with Kon-El Luthor, her newly adopted son, and her fiancé, Lena Luthor. These new moms will tear you apart if you try to instill that internal hatred of being a Luthor in their son’s young mind. 

Kara and Lena both defying what people say about them and instead raising a well adjusted boy from both their warring families. 

Kon is gonna be raised by a true power couple.

DC refuses to deliver on giving this boy a home or parents so I’m gonna do it instead. Just look at the family they could be together:

(FYI: This has nothing to do with the version of Superboy in the Young Justice cartoon TV show, so if you’re only familiar with that you may be a bit confused about this Superboy who that one was loosely based on. This whole punk fitted kid is indeed a real character and I stay pretty close to his original design from 1993.)

[angellesword]

MAGIC SHOP | JJK (FINAL CHAPTER)

Description: You and Jungkook were best friends who were in love with each other. What would happen when Soojin, your half sister who you’re trying to impress, told you she’s in love with Jungkook too?

Alternatively:

“Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?”

Pairing: Architect!Jungkook x Architect!Reader

Genre: childhood best friends to lovers, family drama, angst, fluff, idiots to lovers, pining, slice of life au.

Warnings: none except kissing (There’s so much reconciliation happening in this chapter, lol)

Chapter’s OST: Magic Shop by 방탄소년단 (See English lyrics here)

Word Count: 3.9k

Series: CHAPTER 14 | CHAPTER 01

"I can't believe you got married," the smile you rendered to your brother was soft as you helped him fix his bow tie.

Taehyung hated bow ties, but he knew he had to endure wearing one today. It's his wedding day after all. Besides, ditching the said tie would definitely sadden his husband. It's something Taehyung couldn't afford to make the love of his life feel, mainly because Yoongi seemed very excited when he told Taehyung he designed their wedding outfits himself.

"I got married and I'm doing it all over again." Taehyung grinned back at you.

It's refreshing to see his boxy smile after many months of awkward eye contacts and tightlipped smiles.

Taehyung avoided you for a long time because he was embarrassed. He wasn't an idiot. He knew there's a part of you that blamed him for not being able to see your father for the last time. If he had only gone with you to Seoul, you'd probably be given a chance to say your goodbyes to Taemin, but alas, those days were over.

You just hoped your father was in a good place now. He deserved it even though he'd be shitty to you. You realized you didn't want to hold grudges any longer.

You hated the idea of spending your days filled with rage and pain. No. You didn't deserve it. They might not be worthy of your forgiveness, but you also didn't deserve to feel the heaviness in your chest just by thinking about them. Besides, those who hurt you and the people around you were already paying for their wrongdoings.

Namjoon and Hoseok often called to tell you what's happening in Seoul since you're already back here in New York. Apparently, there's already a verdict in Soojin's case. Your sister was deemed guilty for almost all criminal and civil cases she was facing. You also came to know that Sin-ae was pressed with charges for helping her daughter hide and destroy evidence in a crime. She wasn't incarcerated though. Sin-ae simply paid a fine of a few thousands of dollars.

Needless to say, her family's reputation was ruined. She sacrificed a lot of things just to maintain a good public image. She even went as far as tolerating you instead of going to court to sue her husband and your mother for concubinage. But in the end, she still lost.

She couldn't face the public with pride and joy anymore. Hoseok was the one who told you about this heartbreaking news. Namjoon didn't have the courage to do it. Sure, he helped your eldest brother, however it didn't mean he's guilt-free. There were times when he felt like he betrayed his own family, mainly because Sin-ae expressed her hatred towards him.

You suspected that the only reason why Namjoon called you and Taehyung was because he was afraid he's losing his mind. You and Taehyung were his only reminder that he did what's right. You wished Namjoon would learn to live with the decision he made too.

"Ah, I'm happy you didn't forget to invite me this time." You poked your brother's stomach as a response to his smug claim that he's getting married to the love of his life for the second time.

Yes, second time. Taehyung and Yoongi's family and friends demanded that they get married again. It's unfair that you all didn't get to attend the first time they did it.

"It's a spur-of-the-moment decision!" Your brother and his husband would argue every time you teased them about forgetting to inform you about this big decision.

Truthfully, you didn't really mind that they got married behind your back. What worried you was that you felt like your brother only agreed to marry Yoongi because he was lonely and grieving.

You see, it hadn't been a while since your father died. If you remembered it correctly, you only stayed in Seoul for three months after his death. The day you went back to New York was also the day you had learned your brother was married to Yoongi for almost a week already.

No one knew, not even Jimin. Your roommate rarely saw them after you went back to Seoul. He wanted to give Taehyung space, especially because Jimin was aware that your brother's way of coping up with pain was by pretending like the problem didn't exist at all. This was why he chose to go to New York after telling his family about his sexuality. He pretended like he didn't care about what they thought and that he was better off on his own, but deep inside, he was afraid too. He was scared to fuck up again, scared to push people because he might lose them in an instant. You guessed this was why he married your best friend. Maybe he was afraid he'd end up taking him for granted. After all, Yoongi had sacrificed many things in order to be with him.

But you didn't doubt Taehyung's feelings anymore. He wouldn't agree to marry Yoongi for the second time if he didn't love him, right? Besides, your brother willingly chose to move in with Yoongi even before they got married.

It was lonely to stay in your shared apartment with Jimin. He missed and felt sorry for you. It didn't help that your roommate kept calling you, reminding Taehyung of the mess at home that he chose to ignore.

Anyway, moving in with Yoongi was for the best. At least Taehyung wouldn't feel bad for disturbing you and Jimin anymore. He knew there were times your roommate just wanted to chill and watch movies in the living room, but he couldn't because Taehyung was sleeping on the couch.

Unfortunately there's a new person invading your apartment.

"Are you two ready?" Jungkook, the same person who was staying with you and Jimin for two days now, barged inside the dressing room, disturbing your little moment with Taehyung. "The guests are waiting and your husband is sweating so much. I think he just wants to kiss you and get this over with, Taehyungie-hyung."

Jungkook had an innocent look on his face that you didn't even realize that he's saying what he wanted to do with you right now: kiss you and bring you back to Seoul with him.

Two days ago was the first time he saw you in person after you left Seoul eight months ago. If Taehyung and Yoongi didn't invite him to the wedding, Jungkook wasn't sure what excuse to make to see you again.

Talking to you through the screen of his phone wasn't enough. He craved to be with you. It's unfair that Jimin, your other suitor, got to spend time with you while he was stuck in Seoul, thousands of miles away from you.

But little did Jungkook know, he had the advantage here. He's the one you loved, not Jimin. Your roommate accepted it already. He kept telling you it's okay, that you didn't owe him anything. Jimin knew from the very start that you only saw him as a friend. You also assured him there was someone out there who could return his feelings.

In fact, you felt like he had met her already. Chou Tzuyu, the pretty girl next door. He was Jimin's date today.

"Really?" Taehyung snorted but he was smug when he said, "but we literally just fucked two hours ago—"

"Please stop. I don't need to hear this." You pouted. Jungkook chuckled as he stepped closer to you, he was still keeping a fair distance though.

"And here I am, only allowed to see the girl I love on special occasions."

"Bloody hell. Are you two still playing this game?" Taehyung grunted, looking at you and Jungkook in disbelief. "Can't you just kiss and be together already?"

Heat travelled to your face upon hearing your brother’s complaint. Jungkook chuckled again.

"Don't look at me. I'm trying here..." He was. He always tried to win you over.

You're just stubborn.

"Enough about us. This is your day, oppa." With this, you and Jungkook both escorted your brother out of the dressing room.

Hoseok and Namjoon would be the one to walk Taehyung down the aisle. Sin-ae didn’t want to attend, she said she’d rather visit Soojin in jail. As for Seokjin, well, he also wanted to walk his brother down the aisle, but Yoongi asked him to officiate their wedding instead.

Seokjin and Yoongi were already waiting at the altar. The theme of this event was a garden wedding. You were in awe as you watched the couple exchange vows while surrounded by pretty flowers and colorful butterflies.

You're glad they're doing this. Taehyung and his husband first got married in Vegas. It was rushed and not as heartwarming as this one. At least today they got to see that their family and friends were very proud of them. In fact, Seokjin made the couple cry when he abruptly stopped his brother from putting a ring on Yoongi's finger.

Seokjin brought out a ring box. You all gasped when he opened it, revealing the traditional wedding ring of the Kims. It was passed to the eldest child every generation. It meant a lot to Taehyung that Seokjin was doing this, however your brother said it's not his decision alone.

Before Taemin died, he told Seokjin to hand the ring to Taehyung. It's baffling, considering the fact that Taemin spent years hating his son just because he was gay.

Seokjin didn't say but Taemin made this decision the day before the accident occurred. It's like their father knew he was going to die and that he wanted to apologize to Taehyung for not treating him right.

Taemin also instructed Seokjin to give you a certain box but your brother figured it's best to hand it to you after the wedding. The box contained the set of Farnsworth House LEGO Architecture—Jungkook's gift to you during your sixteenth birthday.

You remembered the time when you and your sister were fighting over it, with Soojin insisting that the gift belonged to her. Taemin confiscated it, saying that if you two couldn't share, then no one could have it.

You didn't mind sharing, just like how you didn't mind seeing Yoongi and Taehyung share a passionate kiss.

Your heart hurt but in a good way. It's remarkable to see the two people you loved find their way to each other's arms.

The ceremony ended with a round of applause and with Jungkook hugging and kissing your temple as he whispered how much he loved you.

The reception of the wedding was also in the same garden where the ceremony was held. The sun had set and now fairy lights illuminated the place.

It's romantic. You saw Jimin and Tzuyu dancing a few feet away from where you're standing. Your roommate's hands were wrapped around his date's waist. Jungkook was holding you like that too, or maybe your and Jungkook's position was more intimate. Your forehead was pressed against his. You could feel him nuzzling your cheek.

"Miss you, Tiger..." Your best friend murmured, lips trailing your cheek down to the side of your mouth.

You tightened your embrace to him as you admitted, "I miss you too, Kook." Because you did. More than so much. Seeing him now made you feel like you could finally breathe.

You didn't know how you survived the past months without him by your side.

"You do?" Jungkook hummed, his voice was innocent and full of hope as he continued asking you a question. "Will you come home with me, then?"

"I have work here, Kook.."

"So quit and accept my proposal." He grumbled and kissed the side of your mouth once more, hoping that it's enough to coax you.

Jungkook built his own architectural firm. He proposed to you, saying that he wanted to run the company with you. A professional partnership. You two were competent enough to do this.

His proposal was lame though. You told him he needed to make a concrete business plan to convince you to accept the job. So far, all his proposals didn't spark excitement.

"Please, baby, I can't spend one more day away from you." He was begging, big doe eyes and all. "Just give me more time and I'll perfect that business plan."

You threw your head back and laughed. You actually laughed because he was adorable and because you were insanely in love with him too.

"You have a month, Architect Jeon." You said, finally relenting.

"Yes!" Jungkook briefly let go of you to punch the air. He was so excited you could literally see his body shaking.

"I only need two more weeks, baby..."

You did it.

You really quit your job and went back to Seoul with Jungkook. Admittedly, you were thrilled but at the same time, you were scared to death.

You were officially jobless now. You knew Hoseok wouldn't hesitate to hire you but you didn't want to live your life like that. You helped him break the chain when your father died. You couldn't create another one.

Apart from this, you trusted Jungkook. He said he needed fourteen days to show you that his firm was viable. You had no doubt about this, but as a future partner, you should learn how to practice professional skepticism.

"Is the blindfold really necessary?" You groaned at Jungkook, already pissed because he disturbed your peaceful morning at your eldest brother's place.

You were staying at Hoseok's apartment again. It's difficult to find a place of your own. If you were to become Jungkook's partner at the firm, then you would need to find a home near the office building.

Jungkook's architectural firm was situated on the fourth floor of Queens Building. Architect Jeon decided to rent a space first because his business was just starting. He started operating ten months ago. Perhaps he could buy a piece of land if you chose to form a professional partnership with him.

"It is. I told you this will determine my future with you." Jungkook said as he guided you.

Today was the day he'd present his business plan. He said it took him more than eight months to finish the proposal. However you weren't sure if this was still a proposal because your jaw dropped the moment he removed your blindfold.

This wasn't a proposal.

Architect Jeon Jungkook literally built a shop for you.

"Welcome to Magic Shop, Tiger." Jungkook's grin was big as he beckoned you to enter the place.

You remained rooted in your spot though, still in awe. The facade of this shop was aesthetically pleasing. On the left side of the wooden door was a pot of red flowers. A display of books on the other hand, could be seen on the right side of the door.

You could also hear a pleasing melody as you roamed your eyes around the place. You realized the music was coming from the inside of the shop.

I know that you're hesitating because even if you say the truth in the end it will all return as scars

"Come on, Tiger..." Jungkook held your hand. He could feel fear radiating from you.

You were probably afraid to discover what he prepared for you.

I'm not going to say anything blatant like "find strength"

"Okay..." You sucked in a deep breath as you gripped his hand. Jungkook led you inside the shop.

The inside was better than what you saw outside. There were no other people here aside from you and him.

You let go of Jungkook's hand since you were excited to check out the whole place. Jungkook let you be, allowing you to explore what he built just to make you stay.

Jungkook watched as you picked up a book, flipping through the pages like you were interested to see what's written there.

But that's the thing.

There's nothing written there. The books had blank pages.

I will let you hear my story, let you hear it

The lyrics of the song demonstrated the very purpose of these books. Jungkook explained that people could come and go to this place, especially if they felt like the outside world was too much, like it was suffocating them.

What did I say?

They could grab a book and write down their stories.

I said you'd win, didn't I?

They could let out their emotions through writing. It didn't matter if they'd only share their worries because someday, Jungkook knew these people would come back.

I couldn't believe it (really)

They would come back and reread their entries, and then they'd realize that they made it.

Could I win it?

That they really won.

This miracle that isn't a miracle

They'd think it's a miracle, but really, it's on them. They worked hard, they didn't give up, and they pulled themselves from a very dark place.

Did we make it?

Just like what you did.

(No) I was here

Just like what your mother and the rest of her circle in the CA meeting did.

You wrote a single entry in the book before returning it to the shelf.

You were the one that made your way to me

Entry: I’m scared because I quit my job without thinking. No, wait. I did think. I thought about the person I love. He wants to be with me. I do too. He promised he'd stay with me.

I do believe your galaxy

And you believed him. You believed his galaxy, that it's going to shine bright and guide you.

I want to listen to your melody

Jungkook's way of saying that he was here for you was through murmuring I love you. This was his melody.

Your stars in the Milky Way

His doe eyes lit this world full of despair.

Don't forget that I found you anyways

Jungkook found you when you're suffering alone.

At the end of my despair

He didn't stop supporting you even when you pushed him away, even if you told him you didn't want him to fix you.

You're the last reason for me who was standing at the edge of the cliff

He would never let you jump off a cliff. He would stay there and inspire you to

Live

On days I hate being myself, days I want to disappear forever

But Jungkook learned his lesson. He understood what you meant when you said you didn't want to be fixed.

Let's make a door in your heart

So he literally made a door instead.

Open the door and this place will await. It's okay to believe, the Magic Shop will comfort you

A door that would lead you to a place where you could find comfort, a place where you wouldn't be forced to share and solve your problems at once.

You could just chill and take a break here.

While drinking a glass of hot tea

You went to the second floor of the Magic Shop, there's a corner where you could drink different kinds of tea. There were tables and chairs if ever you preferred to talk to someone and share to them your problems. This corner was for extroverts and those who felt comfortable talking to others.

And looking up at the Milky Way

There were bean bags as well. You could drink tea here alone while looking up at the sky shining with stars.

You'll be alright, oh, this here is the Magic Shop

"You'll be alright here, Tiger." Jungkook was standing behind you. He gave you a back-hug while you both enjoyed the fresh air in the veranda.

So show me (I'll show you)

"I built this place for you, baby. I won't force you to tell me things anymore..."

So show me (I'll show you)

"I won't try to solve your problem if you don't want me to..." He kissed your nape.

So show me (I'll show you)

"I won't try to fix you..."

Show you show you

"Because you're not a thing. You're a person who needs to feel and to heal."

Like a rose when blooming, like cherry blossoms when being scattered in the wind

You were going to bloom and stop hurting at your own pace and way. He would encourage you to spread your wings and fly, enjoying the wind.

My greed that was my weapon suffocated me and also became a leash,

"Thank you, Kook..." You turned to face him. Your eyes glistened with tears of joy.

You couldn't believe he still remembered what you said to him two years ago, the thing where you didn't want him to fix you.

You're also glad he understood what you meant. Jungkook understood the type of love you needed, but days ago, you asked him when he realized he loved you.

but looking back on it now, truthfully I feel like it's not true that I wanted to be the best

Jungkook said you had to wait for a few more days to know the answer. Today, you came to know his reason.

I wanted to become your comfort and move your heart. I want to take away your sadness, and pain

"I was a very selfish person before I met you. I used to believe that what's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too."

You laughed at that. It sounded like little Jungkook. If Jong-in was alive, he'd probably nod his head in agreement.

"But just by looking at you makes me want to give you everything already, you know?"

Would you believe me if I said that I was scared of everything too?

"That's what love is for me. To offer you everything, but I learned what truly matters. I don't have to sacrifice and break myself for love. All I want now is to simply be your comfort, the shoulder you can use to lean on. That's the love I want to receive too."

Jungkook was saying the time you two spent away from each other made him realize what he wanted too. He tried to put himself in your shoes, making him realize that he wouldn't want you to take the blame and do everything for him.

He just needed you to stay with him while he fixed himself. He knew now that this was what you desired as well.

"So to answer your question why I love you. Well, it's because—" He swallowed hard as he stared deep in your soul. "You gave me the best of me."

He learned not to be selfish but also to not offer his one hundred percent to someone, that he should still leave some love for himself too.

"And I know you'll give you the best of you too." Was the major realization he came to know as to why you didn't need to be fixed.

You'd do it yourself. You'll find it, the galaxy inside you at some point.

"I love you, Tiger..."

You pulled Jungkook closer and then you caressed his cheeks.

Your eyes twinkled as you responded, "I love you too, Kook," and then you kissed him.

Jungkook melted, the worry engulfing him evaporated. He wasn't scared anymore because the kiss you shared made him know an unspoken communication between the two of you. It went like this:

"So show me..."

"I'll show you..."

- END -

BONUS: LETTER WRITTEN BY KIM TAEMIN FOR OC

Thank you guys so much for reading this fic. <333 I love you all! 

Please stay tuned for a new JJK fic!

Preview of BST: Jeon Jungkook was the very definition of that fictional fawn named Bambi: brown doe eyes, innocent, and a prey—something you hated about him. He was so weak. Seriously. The boy needed to grow a spine, luckily you had an idea to do just that. 

 The plan was to send him on a mission where he would be forced to defend himself, but surprise, surprise. Jungkook fucked up, causing  him to become the complete opposite of Bambi: red eyes, corrupted mind, and a...predator.

 Jungkook was a vampire and he might just bite you. 

 Alternatively: 

 “My blood, sweat, and tears. This is a spell that will punish me.”

[hartigays]

I’m laughing thinking about Ward going through the 5 stages of grief after learning Rafe has a boyfriend

ward cameron when rafe tells him he’s a raging homosexual:

fic under the cut!!

the dinner table is silent, save for the noises of forks and knives clinking against porcelain.

rafe stares down at his steak, mouth watering but refusing to eat it. he has plans later, after all, and steak is not kind to his bowels, despite how delicious it may be going down.

his bowels do not need to be in a twist for what’s in store for him later.

barry would probably murder him in the front yard of his trailer - it has been a week since they’ve been able to see each other, after all. and as barry had so eloquently put it on the phone earlier, rafe needs to be prepared to be “taken down to pound town, back around, and down again”.

not like anyone at the table needs to know this, but rafe imagines he’ll get questions soon enough about his lack of enthusiasm towards his meal.

almost as if she could read his mind, rose fixes rafe with a calculating look and asks, “rafe, why aren’t you eating? that’s a perfectly good steak, i don’t want it going to waste.”

going to waste, rafe thinks with an internal snort. everything in this house goes to waste - it’s just part of living on figure eight. everything is disposable, everything is replaceable.

“rafe, eat your steak,” ward insists with a sigh, not looking up from his plate. “i’m not in the mood tonight.”

in the mood for what, rafe has no idea. ward is acting like rafe is a fussy 4-year-old who he has to constantly battle with to eat his peas, when in reality ward couldn’t give less of a shit about what rafe does or says or eats on a daily basis, so long as it’s not making the family look bad.

the thought alone has rafe gritting his teeth, glaring across the table at his sorry excuse for a father.

“i’m not hungry,” rafe lies, folding his arms across his chest.

ward sighs again, like this 2-second conversation has pained him greatly, still not looking up. “i’m not arguing with you, rafe. eat the damn steak or leave the table. no one is in the mood for your sulking.”

rafe makes a face, then rolls his eyes. “i’m not sulking. but whatever, i have to be somewhere anyway.”

he scoots his chair back, ignoring sarah eyeing him warily from the seat adjacent to his.

“be somewhere? it’s almost nine,” rose questions. she raises her brows at rafe expectantly.

rose is looking at him like the stern stepmother she pretends to be, acting like she actually gives a shit where rafe is going, when the question was really only asked to ensure that whatever rafe is doing, it won’t reflect poorly on everyone else.

never mind that rafe is nearly 20 years old and can go wherever he pleases. he’s also gotten sick of this notion that every move he makes will somehow make them all look bad and tear the family apart. despite the fact that sarah is the one who’s openly dating a pogue, one who’s basically a walking red flag.

barry may live on the cut, but at least he doesn’t brand himself the king of pogueland.

rafe narrows his eyes at rose before making a split-second decision.

“well, my boyfriend gets off work late, so yeah. i have somewhere to be at nine,” rafe says offhandedly, like it’s no big deal, like everyone already knew he was a massive fruit who’s been on his knees for his local coke dealer for the past six months.

the sounds of silverware clattering onto plates fills the room, and rafe feels ridiculously satisfied with himself for getting a reaction. he loves to see these idiots squirm.

he’d rather see them all choke on rat poison, but barry is insistent that he won’t continue fucking rafe if he goes off and kills his whole family.

barry is lucky rafe loves him, because honestly, not being allowed to murder people who irritate him is kind of a buzzkill.

“you- who- your what?” ward sputters, the first to break the heavy silence.

“my boyfriend,” rafe repeats slowly, enunciating, treating ward like he’s the stupid, petulant child he constantly claims rafe is.

rafe watches ward’s face go from pale, to pink, to violently red. there’s a set to his jaw and rafe just knows ward would give anything to leap across the table and wring rafe’s neck right this very moment.

“no, nope, absolutely not,” ward snaps, furious in his denial. “not my son. no.”

“ward- ” rose starts, but ward cuts her off with a swift wave of his hand.

“do you realize how this will look for us if anyone finds out?” ward spits, holding his fork in a white-knuckle grip.

sarah actually speaks up on rafe’s behalf, which is probably the most shocking reaction rafe has gotten so far.

“dad, come on. it’s 2021,” she says with a sigh, shaking her head. “besides, rafe being gay is probably one of the only good things about him. or, wait, are you bi? or gay?”

sarah questions rafe casually, like this information doesn’t come as any kind of shock to her. rafe makes a mental note to revisit that later, along with her comment about it being one of his only good traits. she’s looking at him almost in earnest, and for a brief moment rafe is transported back to a time when he actually liked his sister.

“not that it’s any of your business,” rafe starts, glancing at her, “but i’m gay. thanks for asking. anyway, like i said, i have somewhere to be, so- ”

“not a big deal?” ward hisses, cutting him off, clearly still stuck on sarah’s surprising defense of rafe’s sexuality. “not a big deal? sarah, it’s- no, see? no. we aren’t talking about this.”

Despite his own declaration, Ward continues, “what about all those girls? all those girls you hung around with? the ones you brought around? you know you can still have them over from time to time. i know we talked about respect and responsibility, but i suppose a man does need to let loose every now and then, and if it’ll help- ”

this time, rafe is the one to cut ward off, not in the mood for his pathetic attempt at bargaining.

“dad. dad. i’m gay,” rafe says firmly. “forget about the girls. it wasn’t what you thought.”

ward opens and closes his mouth several times, trying to form some sort of coherent response. then, he buries his face in his hands, groaning.

“why is it always something with you, rafe?” ward mumbles through his hands, sounding defeated. “can we not just have one day? one day without your life overshadowing everything we’ve worked towards?”

rafe rolls his eyes at ward’s dramatics. “how does me liking dick ruin anything for this family?”

“rafe, wheezie is right here!” rose admonishes. wheezie just chokes on her water, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.

“sorry, wheeze,” rafe tells her, feeling only a little bad. “but i’m just saying. half the guys on figure eight go both ways. it’s seriously not a big deal.”

ward finally looks up at rafe, crossing his arms before staring for a long stretch. long enough that rafe starts to turn to go, itching to get away and back to the one person who doesn’t make him want to rip his hair out.

“fine,” ward finally says just as rafe turns on his heel. “fine. but don’t- don’t expect me to meet him. or like him. and for the love of god, don’t bring him to important events. whoever he is, he’s bound to draw attention.”

that’s very, very true. and rafe has every intention of dragging barry to the next auction or gala or what the fuck ever, clad in one of his stupid sleeveless t-shirts and basketball shorts and his hair in a messy, tangled bun - the whole nine yards.

he’s dying to see the look on ward’s face when he shows up to some black-tie event with barry the cocaine king slash dirty mechanic slash army vet in tow.

“so is that it?” rafe asks, sounding bored even to his own ears. “can i go now?”

ward still looks like he wants to slam his head through the nearest window, but he nods. accepting the truth that rafe has forcibly laid out before him, albeit reluctantly.

rafe nods back, turning and walking away with his hands stuffed in his pockets, whistling a tune that’s far too cheerful given the looks on everyone’s faces as he exits the dining room.

his favorite is ward’s, still looking angry and defeated and resigned to his acceptance of rafe’s preferences all at once. rafe hops onto his motorbike, yanking on his helmet with a smile.

barry will be proud of him, he thinks. not only did he finally come out to his family, but he also didn’t feed them rat poison during the process.

baby steps. he’s taking them one at a time, very carefully, and he thinks that’s something at least.

maybe barry will reward him for his efforts, rafe wonders, just before revving his bike to life and speeding off the property.

rafe deserves a reward, in his own personal opinion. and after all, his opinion is the only one that matters, really.

maybe barry’s, too, but only when it suits rafe. if that happens to be more often than rafe would care to admit, well. that’s between him and Jesus.

the night air is cool as it whips around him, and rafe looks forward to the warmth of barry and his shitty little trailer, not sparing a single thought about the mess he just left in his wake.

rafe presses harder on the gas, heading towards home.