#If there's one thing Julie doesn't need to have her hands on it's fireworks
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"Fraaank are you going to help me figure out where Howdy moved the fireworks to or not?"
"Try not. If I were Howdy, I wouldn't have even allowed you in the door after last week!"
#welcome home#welcome home fanart#frank frankly#julie joyful#barnaby beagle#howdy pillar#unaffiliated with the incredible creation of welcome home i'm just a fan having fun!#If there's one thing Julie doesn't need to have her hands on it's fireworks#Frank really out here pretending he's not just as unhinged as Julie is#Howdy's one of two people in Home who work in customer service everyone should be nice to Howdy#Barnaby's here to make him laugh in currency so looks like he's having a good day#Hope these two don't muck it up#Be safe tomorrow y'all if you're in the usa setting off fireworks I feel like someone I know always gets hurt tryna have a backyard show.
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Mike Talking in Code
Mike doesn't say what "that thing" is because he was planning on saying "that thing" to Will.*
Mike coded the first heart to heart and immediately used Will's advice with Will in the second heart to heart.
*Because he considered El's letter a breakup.
Analysis:
I don't think Mike is completely talking about El in these scenes. I think he is coding his feelings by using El's name again. He is thinking about the rain fight and the continuation of it at Rink o Mania. He's testing the waters with Will in the first heart to heart and it leads directly into their second one. This is why he shuts the door for privacy and opens the second heart to heart by thanking Will for making him realize he was being self-pitying. It wasn't just Will calling him out at Rink o Mania—It was Will's advice in their previous scene that gave Mike the courage to be more honest and stop feeling so sorry for himself.
Let's also think about the fact that Mike does not believe he’s going to see El anytime soon. He’s just been told it could be months, and after the last letter she sent him, he believes they are broken up. She ends the letter with “From, El” after having told Mike that ending a letter like that means you don’t love someone. Mike quite literally agrees when Will says that staring at the letter won’t change anything. Mike knows it’s over. Will does not have the context of Mike and El's argument to understand that Mike is thinking this, but it's interesting because they give Will a similar dismissive attitude regarding the letter that mimics his attitude when El broke up with Mike in S3 ("I thought it was already over.") I think this was on purpose, to contrast Mike having been "broken up with" but unlike last season, he doesn't try to fight Will on it (There's no, "It's not over. It's just a break.")
Mike's also been told by the government woman that him and Will are going to be staying together under house arrest with no contact to the outside world for months. Will has just reminded Mike of this as the scene opens. Mike is looking for reassurance that Will still wants him there and wherever he goes—that they can come back from their fight—but he codes it. After the first heart to heart, this hypothetical becomes a reality as Mike believes him and Will are going to Hawkins to fight a battle without El. And, as the agent informed him, his "friend" could be in danger because of what is going on. Therefore, none of what he says is actually about El.
Other things to note:
At the beginning of the first heart to heart scene Mike is hiding himself behind his hand from Will. Above his head is a picture of what looks like a swingset (reference to their first meeting). The next picture is of a rainbow over a train (In the rainbow room, Brenner tells El the story of Nina, and how her lover will not return, and she needs to leave the station. Mike and Will are likely leaving Hawkins together at the end of the show—boarding the metaphorical train together). The last image is an allusion to Lover's Lake (foreshadowing their direction in S5). Will is also initially standing next to a poster of fireworks (a reference to S3's 4th of July theme).
In the first heart to heart scene, Mike is worried about whether "El" still wants him around. There's a lot of reasons for this. For starters, Will didn't call Mike the "year" they were apart. And in the morning after their S4 fight, Jonathan asks if Mike and Will want to go to the movies (like they did in S3). If you watch closely, you'll see that Mike freezes in that scene, waiting for Will's answer. Will immediately rejects the idea of them going to the movies together. Jonathan calls them mopey--the same language Mike used against Will at Rink o Mania. Mike storms off to finally talk to El, because he feels rejected by Will.
The "stupid" reference comes up in both heart to heart scenes in S4. Mike and Will likely have had silly fights in the past, but in S3 they had a "stupid" fight. Will called El a "stupid girl". Mike said, "El's not stupid." Which is true, because "only love makes you that crazy and that stupid.”Will was the one who believed he was "stupid" after their fight in S3.
In the second scene, Mike admits that he's been a "self-pitying idiot." Unbeknownst to Will, Mike projected in the rain fight about not liking girls/believing dating girls is just a part of growing up. He also projected his feelings again at the roller rink with his interpretation of "And us?" and him getting defensive with "We're friends. We're friends." Mike is feeling like an idiot—He's felt "stupid" since their fight too. So if Will is aware...
All of this points to the fact that Mike is also aware of his own feelings. The first heart to heart gives him enough hope that he wants to say "that thing"—the same way the second heart to heart gives Will enough hope to grab the painting (even if he wasn't initially planning a confession with it). But Mike is consistently interrupted by someone or something—Jonathan, the shoot out, and Argyle—when he's on the verge of breaking the code.
#byler#mike wheeler#i know what you are#will byers#my precious son who has never done anything wrong ever except for that time he murdered all those soldiers but it wasnt even his fault#stranger things#fan theory
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6 😈
6. "Don't touch me."
It's only after everything that Nancy starts to feel exhausted.
She's a sweaty mess--from the adrenaline, from the running around and lighting fireworks, from the thick, humid heat that lingers in the July air even so long after sunset. And she's sore like a motherfucker, all the aches and bruises of being thrown around that hospital room finally settling deep into her bones now that the danger has, supposedly, passed.
But she is, for the most part, unharmed. They all are, despite the way Max and El are crying into each other's shoulders still, or the way Steve's face is hidden by blood and bruises.
Or the way Robin Buckley keeps flinching away from anyone who steps too close.
Nancy watches from across the parking lot as yet another EMT walks around to where Robin is sitting in the back of an ambulance. She's hunched in on herself, knuckles white around the blanket she clutches around her shoulders. She doesn't look as the EMT approaches, but she does stiffen.
"Where's Steve?" Nancy asks. She's not really sure if she's asking or just talking out loud, but Jonathan is the only one close enough to hear. He frowns a little at her.
"Sitting with Dustin, last I saw. Why?"
The EMT steps into Robin's space. He's saying something, but Robin just keeps glaring ahead, not reacting. Nancy pushes to her feet.
"Nance?" Jonathan murmurs behind her. Nancy ignores him and starts making her way across the parking lot.
She holds her breath as she watches the EMT reach out. Robin jerks away from his touch, face screwed up and elbows flailing. She catches him in the ribs, and he grabs her arm to still her.
Nancy is close enough now to hear Robin's sharp gasp, and then the whine that pulls, tight and reluctant, from her throat.
"Hey," Nancy says as she walks up, and her voice is tight, too, tense and sharp--not at all the calm, commanding demeanor she's been trying so hard to show all night. Robin freezes, eyes still closed, arm still held by the EMT. He glances at Nancy, who scowls pointedly at the hand holding Robin. Only then does he let go.
"Miss Buckley," he says, not even trying to hide his impatience, "we need to look at you. Your friend Steve said--"
"Steve was hurt worse," Robin mumbles. "I'm fine."
"The drugs are still in your system. We need to make sure--"
"I'm fine."
The EMT looks helplessly at Nancy. For a moment, she just keeps scowling at him--because really, what is she supposed to do?
But then, she had come over here, hadn't she? And what's the point if she's just going to walk away again?
So she sighs and nods a little. The EMT gives her a relieved look as he walks away again.
Nancy glances at Robin, who has at least opened her eyes again, even if she is glaring at Nancy.
"Robin--"
"Don't," Robin snaps. "Just don't, okay? I said I'm fine. I don't need you to--to check up on me, or whatever."
"You're not fine," says Nancy. "You just spent the night in a bunker being interrogated by the Russian military. Steve told us you guys were drugged. And that's not even getting into the whole 'monsters are real and they live in Hawkins' thing. No one would be fine after what you've been through."
Robin hesitates. She doesn't soften, but her lip trembles just slightly. She takes a soft, shaky breath, then sets her jaw and scowls at Nancy again.
"I don't need your help, Wheeler."
Nancy crosses her arms over her chest. "Will you just let someone check you out?"
"No."
"Look, I can go get Steve if--"
"I said no."
"But if you're hurt--"
"I'm not."
"Just--" Nancy reaches out instinctively. Robin swats her hand away.
"Don't touch me," she snarls, but there are tears in her eyes. She's pale, Nancy realizes. Really, really pale.
"I'm sorry," Nancy whispers. "I shouldn't have--I just want to help, Robin."
"Just--don't touch me." Robin closes her eyes, and Nancy sees a tear roll down her cheek. She breathes out and adds, hoarsely, "Please."
"Okay." Nancy says softly. She hesitates, then hops up into the truck to sit beside Robin. "Okay. Whatever you need."
Robin shakes her head. "I don't--I'm not--I am fine." She winces a little. "As fine as I can be."
"You should still let them look at you. The drugs--"
"But that's just it," breathes Robin. "The drugs. Those men. The way they dragged me and Steve around. Tied us up. Hit us. I just--I--I can't--I need--"
She cuts off, and Nancy has to squeeze her hands into fists to keep herself from reaching out for her again.
She thinks about the mindflayer, about the hospital room, about being pinned to the floor, certain she was going to die and unable to do anything but watch and wait for it. She imagines being stuck there for hours. She imagines doing it all while having no idea what's going on.
Suddenly, she's amazed Robin is even coherent at all.
"What can I do?" she asks.
For a moment, Robin doesn't do anything. But then she looks over at Nancy.
"And don't just say you're fine," Nancy adds. Robin's lips quirk up into a weak smile.
"I don't know," she says. "I don't--I mean, what the hell happens next? What am I even supposed to do?"
Nancy sighs and looks back out across the parking lot. That's always the question, isn't it? Her eyes catch another one of the EMTs moving from truck to truck, and she decides that's really the best answer she can give right now.
"I hear a doctor helps," she says, hoping the dryness in her tone sounds more sarcastic than mean. Robin sighs, but the tremor in her breath sounds more like a laugh than a sob. Nancy will take it.
"No needles," Robin says.
Nancy nods. "Fair enough."
Robin looks at her nervously, then, "...will you stay?"
Slowly, Nancy holds her hand out, palm up. Robin glances at it, then up at her. Then, fingers shaking, she reaches out and grabs Nancy's hand.
"Okay," she whispers. She swallows hard, but then she nods, looking a little more confident. "Okay."
Nancy squeezes her hand, then looks up and waves an EMT over.
#ronance#ho ho holy shit this got long#and took ages bc people kept trying to talk to me lmaooo#send me prompts get a drabble!#or whatever the heck this thing is#asks#bus-ghoul#writing things
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For @falsemortal!
"What's this?" Laura holds up an old photo and Travis snatches it from her, the apples of his cheeks red, "Where did you get this?"
"...from your bag." Laura doesn't understand why he's so worked up, it's just a photo. It is, however, one of his family, so, while she technically knows what it is, she can't help but ask, because he's been oh, so careful not to mention any of them since this...thing began.
This 'thing' being them on the road, roaming from place to place, hunting the unknown, the supernatural.
It's a tenuous partnership between them, one based not so much on trust as on the loss of their previous lives. Travis couldn't go back to being a sheriff and Laura certainly couldn't go back to being a vet student.
So, here they are.
Laura doesn't mention Max. Travis doesn't mention his family. It's part of an unspoken deal. So, finding the photo was a surprise and why she asked and now he's embarrassed.
... it's -? Surprisingly a good look on him.
But his normal gruffness returns as he grumbles, "Why were you going through my-!"
"You asked me to." Her eyebrows rise high, "Remember?"
She's sure he does. He'd wanted her to find a flashlight he had - not this. Travis must have forgotten about it and Laura, while knowing she doesn't need to, offers him an out, "Look, it's none of my business-!"
"No. It's not. But when has that stopped you?" He says it not in the tone of one ready to start an argument but more...fondly.
Travis? Fond of her? Not possible. Still, the warmth of his reaction makes her blush even as he shakes his head and sighs, "It was a good day."
Laura frowns, confused, but then he clarifies himself by holding up the photo again, "The day this was taken."
He looks down at the photo, one that shows the entire Hackett clan together, smiling, happy, "It was July fourth. Couple years ago. Long before the mess with Silas."
He runs both of his thumbs along it, "Whole family was together. Had a big feast, fireworks - Caleb and Kaylee chasing one another around with water guns. Soaked Bobby a couple of times. Chris too. I avoided getting hit... narrowly."
Laura's lips twitch, fighting off a smile, because the picture he's painting is rather nice. His voice more so, soft as it is, "Even Ma was in good spirits. Didn't ride my ass, didn't make any snide off handed remarks...just kept to herself, spent time with Pop..."
Travis shakes his head, taking the photo in one hand so he can smack it on his other open palm, "It's all a lie though. A good one. But a goddamn lie "
Laura absorbs that, her face blank of expression. From what she knew of the Hackett family, that's right - the picture, the happy family facade...it was a lie. And yet...
Laura carefully takes the photo from him. He turns to her, his expression open... vulnerable. The word 'handsome' also flashes in her mind, but she rigidly ignores it as she demurs, "Maybe. But it's a nice picture. You should keep it."
Travis is flabbergasted, "Why?"
"Because..." And now Laura feels vulnerable, "Family means something to you. You-you like the idea of it. And...and even if this family, the one pictured, wasn't the way you wanted it to be, it doesn't mean that someday...someday you won't have the kind of family you do want."
She looks at the photo herself, "The kind of family that loves you."
There's a long, heavy beat of silence.
Then, in a near quiet rasp, he asks, "Do you think you'd ever want that?"
The question shocks Laura to the core.
More so when he looks at her, "A family?"
Laura looks at him and her throat feels tight, her heart thudding thickly, because if he's asking what she thinks he's asking...
Travis looks away, "Never mind, I shouldn't have ask-!"
"Yes." Laura interrupts quietly, very quietly, and his gaze swings to her quickly.
She meets it.
Laura meets his gaze and holds it as she repeats, "Yes," she edges closer to him, "I do."
They're sitting side by side, but now? Now their hands meet. One of his hand to hers. The fingers lace. It's slow, tentative, but it's a start.
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Dear Alexander and Natalie,
Do you have any plans for the fourth of July? I would guess that Alexander is indifferent but doesn't like the noise and Natalie is in it for the food (my spouse likes to call the fouth "summer Thanksgiving"). I am curious (and nosy!), so what's on the docket?
I for one am making ice cream and shutting the windows against the noise.
Yours,
PSM
Oh hey PSM!
Nice to see ya again! Oh! Hold on, Alexander is wrestling my fingers away from the mouse (I’m letting him win so he won’t yell at me).
Natalie, where is your common courtesy? Our friend addressed the ask to me first, then you. Have patience!!
Do you hear that? This little insufferable nightmare is lecturing me about patience! His lack of self awareness is adorable isn’t it?
Nothing about me is adorable! Now stop being such an antagonizer and let me peruse this question. Stop it! Do not cross this line. Put your hands behind you back if you must, I will not tolerate any more interruptions. The Fourth of July?? Hmm. I like your plan. Staying out of the heat, far away from drunken humans gathering in raucous crowds and the ear shattering cacophony of those utterly obnoxious fireworks would be my strong preference. However, I’m told Natalie has a, to quote her “kick ass paleta recipe you’ll love”. I’m told a paleta is a type of frozen popsicle made from fruit?
Oh, so you put me in “Ask Jail” but then you get to steal my paleta thunder? Cool. Seems fair. Yeah I was planning to wrap up five or six flavors today, so we can beat the heat for a long time to come. Normally, if I was with family we’d make a huge cookout, but I’ll probably just go with a simple arrachera and maybe some guacamole (though I’ll never get it as good as my grandma). Alexander can be my trusty taste tester. But yeah, obviously fireworks aren’t gonna hurt my ears like they would his, still they’ve never really impressed me. BUT Alexander needs the experience of lighting Roman candles and sparklers off the patio, it’s like… a right of passage. We’ll just wait till all the fireworks displays are over. Besides, I have a feeling this little nightmare will enjoy lighting shit on fire.
She keeps insisting it’s a deeply cathartic experience to watch controlled explosions. I can’t say I disagree. I will report back, posthaste. Other than that, I would be delighted to continue working, uninterrupted, but when I tell you, PSM, that becomes nearly impossible when living with someone like Natalie, I promise I’m not exaggerating. She thinks I won’t notice, but she constantly finds every excuse under the sun to pull my attention or to touch me, albeit it gently. But it is still immensely distracting. I’m going to need to employ a thumb tack or safety pin to ward her off. Do you think that’ll do the trick?
I’m gonna ignore that completely and change the subject… I hope you enjoy your ice cream! What flavors are you planning to make? You wanna send some to Cambridge? We can do a food swap!
In the same vein as Natalie, I wish you a happy holiday for… what exactly? American exceptionalism? Those of us with a fraction of intelligence obviously know such a concept to be a carefully crafted myth which is ever crumbling in the face of late-stage capitalism. It’s explicitly clear that the American dream is dead and as the wage gap yawns ever greater, we continue to fight one another and stay just distracted enough to keep from toppling the true seat of corrupted powe—
Okay….. that’s enough of that! What he’s trying to say in Alexander-speak is he hopes you enjoy your day off from work! Ha, ha. I’m sorry, I found him like this, and I haven’t been able to figure out how to turn it off, so, this is what you get.
You quite literally just said the other day one of the things you like about me is my intelligence. Make up your mind, woman!
Alright… time to go before I get lectured at for a straight hour. Thanks for reaching out and have an awesome 4th!
Love,
Alexander
(because I was addressed first, thank you very much)
&
Natalie
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22 Kayden
TW: Autism meltdown (not that long though), implied abuse
Today Kayden finally decided to hangout with Tommie during stork hour, they were both currently sitting at a table a bit away from huge groups of people. She enjoyed having some quiet space after being in the kitchen all day and it actually wasn't that bad being here. Tommie was also proving to her that he wasn't that bad of a person to talk to, she hadn't talked to anyone in awhile so it was nice to have some company again.
Then she remembered Avery..She hadn't even talked to him for awhile..Does she want to talk to him again.? Or does she just let him go find her and talk to her.?
Kayden was stuck in her thoughts, then Tommie managed to make her get out of them.
“Hey Kayden? You doing all right?” He asks her with a concerned look on his face.
She hesitated answering him for a few moments.
“Yeah I’m doing fine.” She answers.
He gave her a skeptical look like he could see straight through her lie.
“What's wrong Kayden?” Tommie asks her.
“I told you I'm fine.” Kayden says but she could feel tears start to build up in her eyes.
“You look like your about to cry, what's wrong?” He asks her again.
She knew she would have to answer him eventually.
“It's about a friend of mine.” Kayden says as she tries to hold back her tears, she didn't want to cry in front of him.
“And what's up with them?” He asks.
At that moment she felt like he could trust him a bit with this.
“It's not really about him..It's more about me.” She says.
Kayden then started to explain to him how she felt like how her and Avery were drifting apart lately and that she wants to fix that but she doesn't know how. During that she felt some kind of weight be lifted off her shoulders since she had been carrying this thought for a long time, but she continued to hold her tears back.
“Well that's what I've been struggling with..” she says to him.
Tommie stayed quiet for a few moments to process her explanation and come up with a solution.
“I’d say you should try to find some time to find him after you're done with your shift tomorrow, I bet he’ll be happy to see you.” He tells her with a grin.
“You really think so.?” She asks him.
“Well by what you told me it seems like he wouldn't forget you.” He reassures him.
Kayden gave him a small smile and she felt herself start to cry.
“Hey! You don't need to cry right now.” Tommie says as she tries to reassure her again.
At the moment she started to see Tommie in a different light, she saw him like a brother, the brother she always wanted.
He was nice towards her, allowed her to talk to him, even reassured her at times..All of those were things her brother never did for her..
..
Kayden was eight around the time, it was Fourth of the July and she was at her grandparents house with her family. Her parents were talking with her grandparents and her aunts and uncles, her cousins were somewhere.
She was sitting in her grandparents playroom just playing around with some toys since she hated the loud noise of fireworks coming from outside. Then she heard the sound of someone's footsteps approaching but she didn't pay attention to it. She then felt the touch of someone's hands on her shoulders.
“Boo!” Her brother, who was ten at the time, yells from behind her.
Kayden flinches and gives him a spooked look.
“You scared me Breydin!” She says with a slight lisp since she had a lost one of her baby teeth around that time.
Breydin just laughed to himself.
“I found something cool outside, wanna see it!” He asks her.
She gave him an excited look, around the time she loved looking at cool things..But she was unaware she wasn't about to see anything cool or fun.
Kayden followed her brother outside and he led her a bit away from the house.
“Where's this cool thing Breydin?” She asks him but she could hardly make him out in the darkness.
She looked behind her and she suddenly heard the loud boom of a firework and the bright lights coming from it, in that flash of light she could see her brother standing by it and laughing.
Kayden had no time to react and she fell down to the ground and started crying and covered her ears. Her ears were ringing and her vision was getting blurry from her tears.
She saw her mother ran over to her to comfort her, she didn't know where her brother and dad were.
Later she was sitting in the kitchen sniffing as she finished crying, her older cousin was sitting with her. Kayden didn't know where her parents were but she could hear commotion from somewhere else in her grandparents house.
Ever since that incident her brother has been acting more cruel towards her and everytime he talks now he seems to shout..
..
Kayden decided to go find Avery after her shift, she was wandering around the graveyard because she honestly didn't know where he could be.
She walked around for a bit and she was starting to lose some hope, but she then sees someone who looks like or even is Avery.
Kayden rushes over to see if it really was him and it was!
An excited look grows on her face and she's about to call his name but she notices someone else with him..It was Ryder..
She suddenly felt jealous as her excited look fades away, she couldn't exactly figure out why she felt so jealous at the moment.
But she turned around and walked away with an irritated look on her face, it had been a long time since she felt irritated or mad about something.
Kayden didn't pay attention to where she was going but she felt someone touch her shoulder, she looked around and saw it was Tommie.
“So..I guess that didn't go well.?” He says to her.
“How did you know?” She asks him.
“The look on your face says everything.” He says.
She felt slightly embarrassed by the fact it was easy to tell she was irritated at the moment, but she shook that feeling off.
“How about we just take a walk together to blow off some steam, yeah?” Tommie says as he starts to walk again.
“That would be nice..” Kayden says as she starts to follow him.
What she was unaware of was that Tommie had another reason to make them go on a walk. He didn't really want to bother helping the other storks at the gym jet since it would only cause trouble for him. Around this time Starkey was handcuffed and being escorted out of the gym jet while lots of the other storks were hurt or knocked out.
They were both unaware of the events that would happen later..
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Retirement Bod (Chubby/Dadbod Leon Scott Kennedy Headcanons)
- After the world gets a little less fucked and he starts getting called on fewer missions and assignments, Leon just decides to call it quits.
- He's dedicated his entire life to fighting insane bioterrorism and he isn't getting any younger, so he turns in his gun and goes to live in a secluded villa somewhere.
- He finds out quickly that there isn't really shit to do in retirement and has a shit ton of free time on his hands. So he takes on cooking and baking.
- Just one problem though. The recipes Leon finds and cooks are meals made for families of at least 3. It's just him.
- He doesn't want anything to go to waste though and instead of just calling someone over to eat with or learning how to make smaller meals, he eats it all himself.
- It's just "Shit, I've made a whole family sized lasagna. Oh well." And just turns on a movie while eating the lasagna. By the time the credits roll, every trace is that lasagna is gone, even the burnt cheese at the ends.
- And because he's not on the field anymore, he doesn't have anything to help him keep himself spry and overly fit and he doesn't see the point in keeping up with his whole work out routine
- Mix that with the fact that he's 45 and doesn't have his 21 year old metabolism anymore, he packs on the pounds rather quickly.
- It starts at his stomach, then his chest, then his hips. And boy oh boy does it go to his ass.
- He doesn't even notice it at first, even when his jeans become tight and he struggles with the button. He doesn't even notice that his shirt rises up over his belly when he stretches.
- He finally notices when he bends down to pick up something and his clothes bursts like fireworks on the 4th if july. His pants split at the rear, his button ricochets off of a wall and a few fly off of his flannel too.
- And you know what ? He just shrugs it off and orders a new wardrobe online and sizes up. There are some times when he'll see a picture of his younger self and go "Wow look at me, I pulled so many women back then." And wonders if he could still do so now and sometimes pouts about him not being the slim fuckboy he was back then, but eventually stops caring.
- He still pulls women though. He still has his charm and charisma and whenever he goes grocery shopping in the nearby town, the women fawn over him because he's just so charming and they like his butt. He's gotten whistled at a few times because of his bubble butt.
- They towns women try to woo him by making him meals and desserts. Which, you guessed, only increased his weight. But he's a charming, single, man with a handsome face and a fat ass, and he can also cook, they're gonna try their darndest to seduce this man.
- After a year on retirement, he's at least 260-265, probably more, he stopped checking the scale a month ago.
- If someone like Chris or Claire or just whoever, comes knocking at his door with a whole "A new bioterrorism threat has started that can end the world, we need your help Leon, only someone with your expertise and experience can help us." speech prepared, they're gonna forget it as soon as the door opens and the first thing they see is Leon's gut.
- But it's their fault. A whole year goes by and they only check on the man when they need him to do something for them ?
- Chris would immediately go on a "How could you let yourself go like this ?" tirade, while Leon just stares at him blankly. He might even shut the door if Chris gets a little too mean with his tirade because he's not going to be insulted in his own home.
- Claire would just go "woah" and would try to beat around the bush and would try not to outright call Leon fat but Leon would just be like "It's okay, I know I got fat, no need to tiptoe around it."
- If Ada got a look at him, her eyes would be a little too fixtated on his ass and would totally blank out on whatever sly remarks or teasing comments she was going to say.
- If he does decide to come out of retirement to help, some cocky, young, new soldiers who've heard rumors of all of accomplishments, would definitely not believe that he's THE Leon Scott Kennedy.
- "This whale is the legendary Leon Scott Kennedy ?"
- "The only thing that fatass is taking down, is the local buffet."
- "Is this some sort of joke ?"
- Only to shut the fuck up when Leon proves that he's still got it. Despite not exercising for a year and eating whatever he wants, he's still pretty light and quick on his feet and he's still good with a gun. He's what you would call "Acrofatic".
- When the task is complete, he'll be begged to come back to the field but he'd decline. He likes his new life but they can call him whenever there's another big threat and he'll be willing to lend a hand. But for now, he's gonna go home, drink a beer, eat some cookies and take a nap.
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for that character prompt exercise (feel free to pick and choose lol): 7, 9, & 10 for Al; and/or 1, 3 & 8 for Lupa!
For Al I answered #7 here!
9. What is their favorite holiday? (How do they relate to their culture/outside world. Also fun is least favorite holiday.)
Christmas!! Al loves it a lot. She likes making presents for people if possible, she loves decorating, she loved her grandmas' and mom's cooking. she gets so into the Spirit of it. She used to create drawings and comics for her mom/cousins all the time as gifts! She would spend the morning at church, then with her whole family for the day afterwards, and though there was a tinge of sadness bc of her dad's death, Christmases were always core memories for her. her first glove and bat, first bike, the pair of glasses she really wanted--her mom would always splurge to get her what she really wanted bc she loved her so much, and so along with the good times she also remembers her mom that way. None of the other monsters really like Christmas but they come around to make an effort bc they're helplessly endeared to Al :']
(here u go. mistletoe sketch <3)
least favorite holiday is halloween bc of a Certain Traumatic Event (it's a spoiler!). it didn't always used to be bc as a child she hated the how loud fireworks were on the 4th of july and that soured it for her for a long time. she would eat her consolation hot dog under the bed covers and try and read comics with a flashlight.
10. What objects do they always carry around with them? (What do they need for their normal, day-to-day routine? What does ‘normal’ even look like for them.)
Baseball bat for. a weapon djkjf. her bandana obv. a med kit for the other monsters (it has a lot of bandaids). a million crumpled lists in her pockets of things to remember (that she forgets). on a carabiner: rubber bands or hair ties, mostly there to be fidgeted with; swiss army knife; key to her mom's old house in georgia. no wallet. you don't really need an ID if you can get away with starting an interaction w/ 'Be not afraid'.
1. What is the character’s go-to drink order? (this one gets into how do they like to be publicly perceived, because there is always some level of theatricality to ordering drinks at a bar/resturant)
my girl Lupa loves beer. probablyyyy modelo. and presidente when she can get her hands on it. she doesn't really care how people perceive her taste. she can't drink it too much bc she went a little overboard in high school and so now she has just the perfect amount of high tolerance that makes her think Just One More Will be Fine (not only is this bad for her as a werewolf bc they have a generally lower alcohol tolerance but also she's a stupid sad drunk past her twenty minute fun stage. the thoughts don't stop running. oops!)
3. What was their most expensive purchase/where does their disposable income go? (Gets you thinking about socio-economic class, values, and how they spend their leisure time)
Lupa really doesn't have disposable income until her late 30s so within the story i'm telling uhhh . probably the windbreaker she wears in the third season.
OH wait i remembered. she saves up a whole summer to get herself braces as a teenager bc she was super embarrassed abt her teeth and her parents couldn't afford and also refused to help her with it. she also saves up a good amount to apply to the colleges she wants to get into. that's it's own story.
Oh and I also answered #8 here!! i really like this answer too it's v in depth
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Fourth of July is the holiday when Americans get to day drink usually on the beach, backyards bbqs, or pools while eating way too many hot dogs and hamburgers. Than shoot off fireworks while trying not to burn your fingers off. How are you and your AEW bae celebrating?
I have had a little bit of writer's block with this one, that's why I didn't get it out there on time. Just pretend it's still the Fourth of July (although it isn't that important here). I am also not really happy with it.
This is a prequel to sunburn aftercare, so to speak.
"Christine!!!" I almost tackle my friend down when I hug her. She tumbles a bit, but doesn't fall.
"Calm down, Sweet Tits, it's just been 3 weeks", she replies and giggles.
Next to her, her now husband Trent just shakes his head at me.
"Stop giving me that look, Beretta. You stole my best friend for your excessively long honeymoon! 20 days!! Who does that?!" He just chuckles at my remark and wraps an arm around Christine as I let them into Cash's and my home.
We walk outside to the pool, where Dax and Cash already stand in front of the grill, each a cold beer in hand. As soon as Trent sees, his male sense tickles and he, too, stands next to the grill. I will never understand what it is with men and staring into open fire, watching meat cook itself. I laugh at the sight before pulling Christine along with me, over to where Maria sits on one of the loungers.
Cash knows I do not care much for the holiday itself as I am not American, but I love having our friends around. That's why he suggested we have a little get together at our place. It's just us 6: our newlyweds Christine and Trent, Dax and his wife Maria, and the two of us. We'll have a little BBQ with our best friends before we go to the beach and watch the fireworks there.
As the two ladies get comfortable, I walk over to get some drinks - wine for Christine, and tequila for Maria, she is her husband's wife after all, as well as a beer for myself. When I return, the two are already deep in conversation about Christine's honeymoon. Her eyes are glowing while she talks about all the things they did, the amazing food they had, and just generally about how great Trent is. I smile because I adore how happy she is with him and that they've taken the next step in their relationship. She deserves all the happiness in the world and more.
When she is finished with her story, we all look over to our men, who are in deep conversation themselves. It's either about the same we talked, or they still discuss the beauty of a good ol' BBQ. I think it is option number 1.
My eyes lock with Cash's, and for the first in a long time, I have no idea what the look he gives me means. His focus shifts back to Dax, and it seems our food is about to be ready.
When I turn back to my girls, they both expectantly look at me.
"What?!"
Maria is the first to speak. "You do realize that you're now the only one NOT married?"
I give her a weak smile. "So?"
Now Christine chimes in, looking over the frame of her sunglasses. "Soooo, when are you tying the knot?! You guys haven't even talked about it yet!"
"We actually have...at least we mentioned it. After your wedding, when we had our extended weekend. You know, the sunburn incident."
Both their eyes grow big, and I can't help but laugh. "Chill! We're not engaged. We both just said we wanted to get married to each other eventually. That's it." They both squeal, because they know it is a big step for the two of us to even just say that. It's not that we are afraid of the commitment that comes with marriage, but we both have had our trouble with accepting love. It's like we never felt worthy of love, and needed to learn just that. And it is still a process.
"Keep it down, will ya?" I try to hush them. I freak out a little when Cash walks over to us, but he just tells us the food's ready. I get up and he takes my hand and leads me over to where I set up the table earlier on. Then we enjoy our steaks, burgers, and hotdogs. It is a wonderful evening among friends, filled with funny stories and lots of laughter.
When it gets dark, we drive over to the beach, and I watch my two friends and their significant others walk in front of Cash and myself. It's not that I am jealous, but their comment keeps ringing in my ears.
I'm the only one not married...
As we walk along, Cash puts his hand on the small of my back and presses his lips on my temple. I grin and lean into his embrace. No matter how long we have been together, I still get flustered when he gets all soft with me. It makes me weak in the knees and my stomach turns in the most delicious way imaginable.
We find a nice place and wait for the fireworks to start. As soon as they go off, I notice in the corner of my eye that Trent is making out with my best friend, like a bunch of teenagers. I chuckle lowly and lean against Cash who's standing behind me. He, on the other hand, watches how Dax holds his wife close to him and kisses her cheek.
They are all so happy...
Then I feel his arms wrap around my stomach while he rests his head on my shoulder.
"Marry me please, Cash." I hear the words come out of my mouth before my brain can even process what they mean. When I realize what I just said, I feel...relieved. Free. Those words needed to come out.
Behind me, I hear Cash puff out a gust of air before he kisses my neck and whispers in my ear. "You always have to beat me to it, Buttercup." I notice him fumbling in his pocket and then he holds a velvet box in front of me. When he opens it, I see a beautiful ring with a single mint green gem.
"How long...?", is everything that comes out of my mouth as I turn my head to face him. His eyes are watery when he answers me. "Two months." My eyes tear up as well, and I press my lips against his. "I love you so much, babygirl", he says when we pull apart, "And I have known for quite some time that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So yes, I will gladly marry you." Then he slides the ring on my finger.
"I love you too, baby. Can't wait to brag with my handsome, talented husband." We kiss again, and I feel like I am on cloud nine until Christine's voice brings me back down to earth.
"Did....did you just get engaged!?!" Our only answers are cheesy grins on our faces. She jumps up and down like a child and then throws herself at me, congratulating me. The kerfuffle she causes makes everyone around us notice what just happened and all the strangers start clapping. I hide my face in Cash's neck. "Oh God, make it stop, baby." I say, lips ghosting over his skin.
He laughs at my comment. "Oh come on, Buttercup, let's give them a show." Then he cups my face and brushes his lips against mine before passionately kissing me. I melt into his touch and don't care about anyone else around anymore. He's all that matters. When we stop kissing, I tell him the Fourth of July now is my favorite holiday.
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ALAYA MEANS HOME 🔶 July 4, 2023
Note: This one ended up a bit longer than usual...let me know if that's ok? Hope you enjoy!
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Luke's fight instincts start to buzz the moment the words fall from Penny's perfect lips.
Holding himself together, he looks at their daughter playing happily on the floor with her toy cars and the track he helped her set up in the morning while Penelope was having a holiday lie-in, forces a smile and says in his calmest most cheerful tone:
"Alaya, sweetie, Mama Penelope and I are just going to go to the kitchen for a minute, ok? If you need anything, you just give a holler, and one of us will come a-running. Okey dokey?"
"Aly-ma-skokie! Vrrrrrrrrrrrmmmmmmmmm."
Alaya quietly sing-songs her reply and goes back to making her just-audible car sounds. She doesn't even raise her seven year old head because she is confident Daddy Luke understands what she is doing is important. After all, Strawberry Thunder and Zoom Blue are not going to race themselves! Plus she just told him that she needs to practice sending them over the jump they set up this morning.
That was before the picnic at Uncle Derek's and Auntie Savannah's - which was fun and she loved the Strawberry Shortcake - but she kinda likes being home better - quieter.
Alaya is sure if she's tries, her red and blue cars should be able to jump at least 20 more times before she has to wash her hands for dinner.
Luke smiles at the tiny bent head - then with renewed resolve - frog marches his dearest Penelope into the kitchen where he plans on whisper shouting some sense into that crazy mixed up head of hers. He cannot believe how selfish she is being - his face has now dropped all traces of indulgence and the only thing keeping him from yelling at Penelope is the little girl with big ears in the next room.
"What do you mean we are going to go see the fireworks downtown? What are you thinking? How could-"
"Babes-"
Penelope's voice is soft and now she's the one with an indulgent smile curling her lips; she loves how protective Luke is of their daughter - not that she isn't - although she privately thinks it's good to each have different things they especially worry about.
Less chance of hemming in the poor child who will need to spread her wings eventually.
But Luke has cut her off and barrels on - running his hands furiously through his hair and pacing so that he looks a bit like an irate hedgehog.
"Why would you think it was remotely a good idea to take our daughter - our darling tiny perfect daughter - who can't handle the stereo being turned up loud or us raising our voices without completely melting down - to see the fireworks downtown?!? I don't care if it's something you always did with your family. It's insane! I never thought I'd ever call you selfish but-"
Penelope flushes with anger at his words - bristling at the implication that she might be thoughtless, selfish... how could he-
No. Enough.
She grabs his wrist - wrenching him out of his pacing. Pulling him to face her and hisses at him:
"Luke. Listen. Let me explain and then if you still think it's a bad idea... WE. WON'T. GO. So shut up you oaf!"
"I just-"
"Shut. It. Mister. I love you but so help me!"
Luke clamps his mouth shut but he's grinding his teeth.
"If you'd let me finish before dragging me out here... Kristy just phoned to ask if we wanted to watch the fireworks from inside a room at the Hay Adams - apparently a friend of Matt's had booked two rooms with a Mall view but can't use-"
"Inside?"
"We'll have our own room AND the only thing Kristy apologized about is that we may not be able to hear the fireworks proper-."
Luke cuts her off - this time with a kiss then tugs her hand - bounding off - dragging her back to the livingroom - his smile as wide as it will go.
"What are you waiting for, Pen? Let's tell Alaya!"
Their nightowl child is going to LOVE this.
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@more-than-a-princess sent: Hopefully she had gotten this right. "Okay, so I have gathered the following for today," Sonia began, taking items out of various bags and boxes and placing them in front of Wylan. "American sausages, American sausage bread," she began, picking up a package of uncooked hot dogs and hot dog buns. "Why are there not the same number of sausages as there are breads for them? How odd. Oh, and apparently hamburgers are important today, so I have included those and their breads. Now, there is also ketchup, this bright yellow condiment that is apparently mustard, this bright orange sliced thing that is apparently cheese, crisps, cupcakes with red and blue frosting and toothpicks featuring the American flag, and the light American Bud lager."
But that wasn't all. With a small grunt, Sonia heaved the last box onto the table and opened the lid: full of fireworks, most unlikely to be sold even in the most remote American fireworks shops. "So, I am rather puzzled: do Americans blow up this food on the Fourth of July? I believe I have all the components to American independence here but how are they enjoyed?"
She just wanted to take part in celebrating some of Wylan's heritage, even if America's customs were rather confusing sometimes. At least this holiday did not require mandatory chocolate: she did not trust the Americans with that anymore, except for their delicious peanut butter chocolate confections. Those, Sonia had to admit, were brilliant.
Out of place, might be the best way to put it. Using one of the open fields around the royal palace for a small (not so) private celebration of American Excellence could be considered blasphemy at that. Wylan is dressed the part of course. Rather than his usual suit and coat that he chose to don when going around in public he's dressed to the 5s. Or the Five-Oh, as it were. Stained white tank top with torn off jeans and a belt buckle that can (and might) be used as a murder weapon. Flipflops and socks. Perfect.
About the only American thing he isn't doing is carrying. This is actually unique compared to his usual, but not out of respect for any laws. Depending on who you asked he didn't exactly have much respect for Novoselic in general, which would be wrong, because he's a puppy for the crown princess. And behind his extravagant public image he was a force for helping out education and children's issues. To say nothing to how he has the uncanny ability to keep Sonia smiling.
All this wrapped up around the small 'barbeque' he set up himself. Charcoal grill, set of cheap aluminum tools, and a wooden picnic table to eat at. Sonia may have brought some beer, but Wylan already had that ready to go if the cooler of ice and Yuengling was anything to go by. That's fine and dandy. Another step of American Excellence would be drinking more than necessary.
"Oh good, you got most everything else we needed then. Such a good helper you are." Wylan chimes happily, possessing none of the mannerisms necessary for his technical 'cosplay' of American Excellent Male #5. "You even brought fancy cups. Look at this! These fireworks! Mwahahaha." An eager rubbing of hands together as he passes by for inspection, making sure to apply a thorough smoocha to Sonia's head before sweeping in and getting things out and set up on the table. A tantalizing display if there ever was one no we're not talking about Sonia.
"Uhhh. I mean. Nobody's stopping us from blowing up the food... you even got some M80s in here, which'd do the trick. But! Plan of action is an old fashioned grill. Have I grilled before? Don't give me that look~" He dismisses her concern should there have been any. "Just because I can't cook doesn't mean I can't grill. I know what a good 'dog looks like, and the same goes for a burger. You got enough here to feed a good few people... and by my guess... yeah, about a dozen security guards are gonna flood in once we set off the fireworks. So yeah. Plenty. A dog and burg for each."
Assured nodding before he starts going about packages, ripping things open and getting everything set out. The charcoals were already white and hot and ready. So was Wylan.
Pulling out a bottle of Yuengling and swiping the bottlecap off with a sword-like swing of the spatula, Wylan holds up a hand in toast.
"Happy America Day, babe. We're gonna make this one nobody forgets." Who knows how much trouble he's about to get in? This is a little louder and more dramatic than his usual antics after all. But so long as Sonia was around... he'd have the usual line of defense. To everyone else's chagrin. After all, good chance that the parents are gonna see this particular show.
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So with today being 4th of July, I've been thinking about those people and animals who don't enjoy fireworks displays. I wonder whether or not Sy likes fireworks. I would imagine he doesn't, like many others who have experienced combat. If you have an opportunity, could you write something about that-- maybe about how his S.O. helps him manage being anywhere near fireworks? Thank you!
Hi @my-muse-compels-me
Thanks for the request, I know it’s really short but I’m not American and really don’t know much about what happens on Independence Day. I kind of treated it like Australia Day and assumed similar things happen. Since it was time of year specific I wanted to try and get it done quickly. I guess what I’m saying is I tried and I hope I didn’t disappoint!
Summary: Sy doesn’t like fireworks, but can he work on that for the sake of his family?
Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader
Word Count approx. 600
Warnings: Mostly fluff, some angst, mention of war and mental illness, Dad!Syverson
Authors note: @amberangel112, thanks for the Beta, side-kick ❤️
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Fourth of July
Fourth of July celebrations were tough on Sy. He loved the daytime activities, the barbeques, the time with friends and family, but the nights were tough. He hated the fireworks. The noise was the problem, the rapid booms just made him anxious.
Overall, he coped well with his time as a soldier on active duty. He didn’t develop PTSD, he very rarely had nightmares, he says he was one of the lucky ones. Of course, there were nights when he would wake up and reach for you, needing the comfort of his woman to remind him he was safe. But he seemed to need it no more than any other man who sometimes just needed to be held in the arms of his woman, to lay his head between her breasts and be soothed by her gentle feminine embrace.
Fireworks, however, was something he could never seem to be ok with. Each 4th of July you would dutifully take the kids out to the local fairground to watch the display. Sy would stay home with the dogs, watching movies to drown out the sound.
But this year your daughter wanted her Daddy to come along, nagging at you to get Sy to go, her little mind not able to understand why he might not want to go.
“Why won’t he come, I want Daddy, or I won’t go,” she finally said. She was five and at that age where she thought of her Daddy as the perfect man, the one who all future men in her life would have to measure up to. Sy of course was wrapped around her little finger, one little quiver of her chin would send him into full protector mode, even when the perpetrators were her older brothers, no body messed with his Pumpkin. So, she made her stand and refused to go, Sy reluctantly agreed he would come along this year. He couldn’t say no to his Pumpkin.
You and Sy talked about how best to deal with the event, and you tried to figure out what made him anxious exactly. He admitted it was the noise that was the trigger, so you bought some wax earplug to help with that, but they wouldn’t stop all the noise. You assured him that you would be there, you would hold his hand and despite not wanting to admit he needed that, he thanked you.
When the time came for the fireworks, Sy started to get anxious. You held Pumpkin on your hip and brought Sy’s arms around both of you. You could feel his breathing rate increase and become shallow, so you placed his hand flat on your belly and got him to breathe with you. He smiled at you and just as the first explosion happened, he flinched. You held his hand tight too your stomach, and loud enough to be heard over the noise and his earplugs, you reminded him that he was home and safe and with his family.
Sy focussed on Pumpkin’s face, her joy and amazement, her squeals and how she bounced around in your arms with joy. He saw you start to struggle with her, she was almost at a size where you wouldn’t be able to pick her up like that any longer. Sy surprised you but taking her out of your hands and holding her himself with one arm, pulling you in close with the other. You could see he was still anxious, but he got through it. When the fireworks finally stopped, you kissed his cheek and told him you loved him. Even as you were leaving, you could see he was still a little shook up, he even asked you to drive home and was a bit quieter than usual in the car.
Later that night when the kids were in bed, he thanked you for helping him through the evening. I told him he should thank Pumpkin. He grinned and agreed and said he was lucky to have the two most wonderful girls in his life to help give him strength when he needed it.
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Legend Lake: Chapter 5
Charlie Gillespie X Fem!Reader
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Summary: You bring your boyfriend of three years with you to your grandparent's lake house for the first time.
Warnings: None that I know of.
Inspo: Miggie Snyder's song Legend Lake.
"Come on let me in on the secret your keeping!" Dale crossed his arms glaring at his cousins and Charlie. He had heard them whispering a lately, and how Charlie hid something around him. He wanted to be included in what his cousins, and Charlie were hiding.
"Because your terrible at keeping secrets! Especially from y/n!" Gavin said rolling his eyes.
"Remember when you told her about the surprise party?"
"Yeah she told me about that!" Charlie laughed.
"I promise I won't tell this time!" Dale begged. Which was a lie he said that about your surprise party.
"I cant trust you. Sorry." Charlie laughed.
"Okay now that, that's over. I need to ask you guys something." Theo sat up. The other men looked at him. "You're my groomsmen now. Gavin your my best man."
"Is that your way of asking us to be your groomsmen?" Dale asked laughing.
"Yes it is dale. When you asked me and Gavin to be your groomsmen you texted us. And I would've done that but Melody told me I had to ask in person." Theodore rolled his eyes. "And you didn't even make one of us your best man."
"I'm allowed to have other friends Y'know." He scoffed.
"I'll be your groomsman." Charlie agreed.
"Good! Dale?"
"Yeah sure."
"I'm in! Your bachelor party is gonna be epic." Gavin smiled.
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"You're gonna be the prettiest bridesmaid there." Charlie whisper smiling. So far the vacation was going great. It was 4th of July today and you had been telling him about the firework show that happens every year for awhile and he couldn't wait to watch it. This also would be the first forth of July he spends with you, since your always here and he isn't. You guys would usually be on face time though.
"And you'll be the most handsome groomsman." You smiled gazing up at him. You honestly couldn't believe your brother asked Charlie to be one of his groomsmen. He and Melody told you and Gavin that the people your date would more than likely not be apart of the wedding party. They said they didn't want you two to constantly be reminded of your ex when you looked at the wedding photos in case of either of you breaking up with whomever you were dating.
You assumed they just changed their mind. But you also knew that Aubrey didn't get asked to be a bridesmaid. You shrugged it off to you and Charlie being together three years while, Aubrey and Gavin have only been together a year. Though you would soon know the real reason.
"You know your being welcomed into my family quite a bit." You chuckled smiling at him.
"I'm charming that's why." Charlie smirked taking a sip of the homemade lemonade your grandma made.
"Still my family didn't even like Camila this until Dale Said he was gonna propose." You said looking at the lake. Charlie looked at you worried you figured it out. "I guess that doesn't matter that was like 4 years ago things change." He relaxed and shrugged.
"I think I'm just charming."
"No you not. You just make y/n happy." Dale said walking over. "Anyway if we want to get a good spot to watch the firework show we have to love now."
"It's only 6 though I thought the fireworks don't start till 9?" Charlie asked.
"It's usually packed by 8." You shrugged.
"Oh. Okay so we go?"
"Yep!" You smiled standing up. "Let's go!!" You said pulling your boyfriend with you. Dale laughed as you dragged Charlie away.
"Careful!! Your gonna pop his arm out of it's socket you idiot!" He shouted. Hearing this you dropped your boyfriend's hand and told him to follow. Charlie pouted and grabbed your hand back before the two of you continued into the house. "Idiots." Dale muttered.
Soon everyone was in a park where you could see the fireworks which wouldn't started for another 3 hours. You have your own blanket with Charlie. Everyone had their own all close to each other that they were sharing with whoever they are married to or dating, except Charlotte who had her own but she was face timing her girlfriend, who would be here but her parents said no. You smiled at Charlie who was sneaking up behind your sister to mess with her.
"Hi nickname twin!" Charlie jumped onto her blanket smiling. She looked at him annoyed.
"I'm on the phone."
"Oh hi." Charlie smirked at the phone. "Whos she." He whispered to your sister who rolled her eyes.
"My girlfriend, Avery." Charlotte rolled her eyes.
"Hi!" Avery smiled through the phone waving.
"Hello." Charlie smiled.
"Char! Leave them alone let's go for a walk before the show." You said saving your sister from your boyfriend.
"Thank you." Charlotte mouthed.
"Do your brothers hate Avery like they do me?" Charlie asked as once out of ear shot of your family.
"I don't know. All I know is your more likely to get jumped since they don't hit women." You smiled.
"That's comforting." Charlie pouted.
"Don't worry they really seem to like you. Theo said you weren't going to be a part of the wedding. Your somehow a Groomsmen." You assured your boyfriend patting his back.
"Yeah." He nodded. He knows the real reason, he's hopefully about to be apart of the family.
"Okay. Let's go back now." You smiled.
Charlie kinda wanted to propose right then and there but he chickened out following you back to the blanket.
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Party in the USA
Hey guys, It's @leelee10898.Ive been MIA from CGW for a while, I miss it so much.. In light of the 4th of July, ive thrown together some squad shenanigans for ya!! I tried my damndest to get this finished yesterday, but no luck... I did a super fast edit, so im sorry, but this shit is gonna be flawed lol.. enjoy.
The Royal Jett touched down in Dulles international airport as the girls squealed in their seats. It was 4th of July weekend and they were excited to share it with their men, since not one of them had ever celebrated the extremely patriotic American Holiday. "Nothing says 4th of July like celebrating in our nation's capital." Anitah beamed as she stepped off the plane, joining the group who already exited. "Well, you're the queen of Cordonia now, she is your Nation now Love." Liam grinned as he kissed her cheek. "Um no offense Liam, but this will always be our nation." Alicia butted in. "Yeah, 'Merica!" Genevieve pumped her fist. "Merica?" Liam whispered to Drake "yeah. Short for America. Just, go with it Li." Drake shook his head. Pam laughed at her friends "ok Ladies, how about we get settled and go find something to get into."
They opted to rent a house instead of a hotel so they could grill and chill the proper way. "Oh shit, there's a pool, I can't even wait to jump in that later." Alicia smirked as she winked at Leo. "Clothing optional love?" He smirked as Liam rolled his eyes. "Why are you two always naked every trip we take?" Liam huffed as the two shrugged. "Well, we could just start right now." Leo began tugging at his shorts. "NO!" the group resounded. "Hey guys, I seen a huge fireworks tent down the street. We should go check it out." Maxwell walked outside where the group had converged, a glass of purple liquid in hand. "Maxwell, what do you have there?" Drake eyed him suspiciously. "Just some punch." He shrugged, giving the girls a look.
One by one the girls made their way inside sneaking drinks of maxwell's punch. Once they reached a nice buzz they decided to venture off into DC. They watched a parade, sampled some summertime staples including funnel cake and deep fried oreos. There was a carnival being held and they would have a fireworks display at night fall. "Oh! The zipper. I loved that ride." They eyed the caged ride "how's your tummy feeling Gen?" Pam gave her a look. "It's good, let's do this shit!"
"Are you sure darling? This doesn't look safe." Rashad voiced his concern. "Psh, safe shamafe. This shit is indestructible,it's probably like 40 years old." Anitah snorted.
"Yeah because everyone wants to ride a 40 year old death trap. No thanks Brooks." Drake held up his hands and shook his head. "Its ok Drake, I think the ferris wheel is calling our names." Pam winked at her husband, who then adjusted his pants.
Rashad looked at Genevieve, and then to the zipper swallowing audibly she took his hand and led him towards the ride. "It's gonna be ok Rashad. Do it for America." She smiled at him.
Maxwell had already been strapped in the seat and moved up Liam and Anitah also already on the ride in a cart halfway up. "Ok this doesn't seem to bad love." Liam leaned back as they slowly made their way up letting others on. "Oh it's great. Just wait until we really get going." She smirked. Liam arched his brow "what does that mean,my queen?"
"So how does this work exactly?" Leo asked Alicia. "Well, we basically go around in a circle, and flip upside down, a lot. You don't have a weak stomach do you Leo?"
"No. I can handle it. Liam on the other hand, he's going to puke or scream. Maybe both." He chuckled. "My money's on both. Anitah is going to laugh at him." Alicia giggled.
"You know Love, thing we haven't done yet." He gave her the signature Rhys smirk "oh. Shit. Leo." She jerked as she felt his long fingers slip between her legs.
"Gen, love. I'm not so sure about this. Why does it move like that?" Rashad began to panic. "It's supposed to move like that. Just calm down, it's gonna be so much fun." She patted his leg. "It's supposed to sound like it needs 4 quarts of oil on the rickety old Metal?" Genevieve let out a high pitched squeal. "This is going to be so much fun. If you piss your pants, I will laugh at you." Suddenly the ride jerked and picked up speed, their cart reached the top as it flipped over. Rashad let out a long girlish scream as they plummeted upside down towards the ground.
"Oh my god. Oh my god im gonna diiiiie." Liam screamed as Anitah laughed uncontrollably. She wasn't sure if it was the thrill of the ride, or Liam's girlish screams but she was definitely enjoying herself. "Oh god. Noooooo. Help me!" He screamed again, joining Rashad in fear stricken symphony.
The ride came to an end Liam ran to the nearest trash can, head inside as he puked. "Told you he would puke." Leo laughed as Anitah stood next to her husband, giving him a sympathetic pat on the back as the other hand gave him bunny ears for a photo.
A dizzy Rashad stumbled off the ride "see baby. That wasn't so bad." Genevieve looked at Rashad who was pale faced. "That was." He retched "I just…" His hand flew over his face as he bolted towards the trash can next to Liam.
"Looks like those two couldn't handle the ride huh?" Drake snorted as he and Pam approached the group. "Nope. Hey how come you two didn't ride? Scared Drake?" Alicia teased. "He wasn't scared. We just, had other plans." Pam blushed as Drake pulled her into his side. "Why are your pants unbuttoned?" Anitah questioned, before going wide eyed in realization. "How about we go back to the house, and get this party started." Leo Spoke up.
"For once, I agree with my brother. I've had enough of this." Liam spit into the trash can. "Wait. Where's Maxwell?"
"Maxwell. Max." They called, and he didn't come. "He will find his way back. Lets just go." Drake took Pam's hand "Drake, were in Washington, not Cordonia how's he going to find his way?" Anitah folded her hands across her chest. "He's like a damn puppy brooks. He will find his way home, now come on." Drake grunted as Anitah finally gave in.
Back at the house Drake and Leo ran to the store, returning a short while later with a few cases of beer and some liquor and wine. Still no sign of Maxwell. "I'm gonna call him." Alicia pulled her phone out and dialed his number, they heard it ringing inside. "Looks like he left his phone behind." Rashad lifted the phone off the counter. "I hope he is ok. Maybe we should call the police?" Pam worried, it wasn't like Maxwell to stray so far from the group.
Finally Maxwell came sauntering in, hands full of bags. "Maxwell!" Anitah shouted as she wrapped him in a hug "where the hell have you been?" She slapped his arm. "Ouch, hey little blossom that hurt!" He rubbed his arm "I went to the fireworks tent. Look at all the cool stuff I got. "I'll be taking these." Drake reached out to grab the bags, Maxwell recoiled defensively, clutching the explosives to his chest. "No, these are mine. Don't take my toys away Drake."
"Maxwell, let me see what you have." Leo walked over sorting through the bag. "Um Maxwell, most of these are illegal in DC. Where did you even get these?" Maxwell smiled, oh I took an Uber to Virginia. "Ok Maxwell. You can have these and these." Liam held him out a box of sparklers and some fountains. "The rest, were putting up." He handed the bags to Bastian.
"Yeah, can you imagine Maxwell with a damn mortar? He would blow up the damn shed over there." Drake chuckled, and then shook his head.
The night went on, the group getting drunker by the minute. Liam sat perched up on the steps of the pool, wearing American flag swim trunks and a stars and stripes bandana around his head. "Woooooo 'Merica!" He hollered as the group around him screamed " 'MERICA" back. Genevieve and Anitah danced on the picnic table in their skimpy bikinis, beers in hand. Alicia and Leo were busy in the corner. hands all over each other while Rashad and Maxwell played a game of washers.
"Hey, look what fell out of the bag." Pam beamed as she walked over with a small box. "The singing lotus?" Drake looked at it. "Huh. Looks like it plays the star spangled banner, when you light it." He pulled the content from the box and sat it on the patio next to the pool, carefully lighting the fuse and backing away.
The fireworks began to spin, sparks of red, gold and blue shot from the center while it played a very distorted version of the star spangled banner. "Oh my god. My ears, make it stop." Genevieve shouted as she held her hands over her ears.
Alicia stood up, momentarily stepping away from Leo and began to belt out the song.
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
Gen and Anitah stopped dancing, and began to sing along. Pam joining in as well.
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
"Play ball!" Anitah and Alicia said in unison. They looked at the burned out dilapidated flower. "Man that was a sad excuse for a firework. " drake mumbled "Just look at it." The group looked down at the melted heap of plastic and soot.
As the night went on and the sun went down, the group were pretty drunk. Pam and Drake disappeared into the pool shed, Anitah and Genevieve continued to dance and sing on the picnic table while Rashad and Liam looked on. Leo and Alicia ended up in the pool together, while nobody noticed Maxwell had snuck off again. Anitah had convinced Liam to let her paint his face in the American Flag, so he just sat there arm slung over the chair, red white and blue face with a Budweiser in hand.
Rashad started to babble, staring straight ahead. He made no sense whatsoever and the only thing he could do was point. "Rashad, what the hell are you trying to say. Spit it out." Genevieve snapped. Finally climbing down from the picnic table she stood in front of him waving her hands in front of his face "helllooooo?" "Shiminag hemmeinah. Ah ma tha…" he babbled.
Suddenly a firework whizzed past Liam's head and exploded against the pool shed. "Run for cover." Liam screamed as he dove into the pool. Rashad still standing there dumbfounded Genevieve tried with all her might to pull him away, but he wouldn't budge. "I love you, but I don't feel like getting blown up." She yelled taking Anita's hand and jumping into the pool.
"What the fuck is going on out here?" Pam snapped as she and a Drake stumbled out of the shed. Another firework crashed into the shed, pam screamed and ran into the pool. Drakes pants fell around his ankles as he tried to run, he kicked them off and joined his wife in the pool.
Fireworks were flying dangerously low, explosions everywhere as Maxwell sensed the sudden danger and ran for cover under the porch. Alicia and Leo obvious to the Chao ensuing around them, continued to have sex in the corner of the pool. Alicia opened her eyes looking above her. "Leo. I see fireworks." She gasped. "I know baby. I have that effect. " she smirked as he thrust into her. "No, you ass. The fucking back yards a war zone." She tapped his shoulder, and pointed to the disaster area. Leo loomed around the pool, their friends and family screaming. Bastien on the phone with the fire company, deftly ducked under a bottle rocket headed straight for his head. "Beaumont, when I get my hands on you." Bastien shouted. "Im sorry bas. I didn't mean to light all the fuses." Maxwell shouted back.
Dark smoke plummeted from the pool shed where Pam was giving Drake a blow job, just moments prior. "Hope they got insurance " Leo joked as he and Alicia swam up to the group. Liam rolled his eyes taking not of their nude forms. "Where the hell are your clothes?" He held back a snicker. He wasn't three sheets to the wind drunk, he would have been more annoyed at the situation at hand.
"Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave…" Alicia began to sing. "This again?" Drake rolled his eyes. "Just sing along Walker." Pam kissed his lips.
"O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!" The group sang along, just as the fire company rushed in putting the shed out.
The following Monday Liam walked into the council meeting, shoulders back, head held high. The hushed whispers began to circulate the room as Liam cleared his throat. "Shall we begin?" After the meeting a young council member approached him. "Your majesty, please may I speak freely?" Liam nodded "of course Lord Nicholas. And its Liam."
"Liam. Why Is there a faded Flag on your face?" Liam hung his head and shook it, recalling the past weekend's antics. Sighing loudly, he lifted his head. "Nick. Have you ever been to America on the 4th of July?"
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Treat You Better (Taehyung x Reader au)
Summary: You and Taehyung are just 2 out of the many people that gather on the outskirts of Seoul. But what happens when you’ve got a douchebag boyfriend and Taehyung starts to feel something for you? He doesn't give up if that's what you’re thinking...
(INSPIRED BY TREAT YOU BETTER BY SHAWN MENDES)
Tags: Blood, Angst with a happy ending, Abuse, Alcohol, Street racing, Mild fluff, Profanity,
Word count: 3.0k
A/N: I'm a very sick biscuit- my eyes have been swollen for a week and I'm fighting something really fucking terrible so half of this will probably be misspelled and won't make sense because I have a fever. ON THE BRIGHT SIDE I finished my finals yesterday- which means another chapter of DCIIH is on the way, so expect that by the end of the week. This I wrote sometime last week during or after a final.
- You and Taehyung are apart of the same social circle.
- The group of teenagers/college students that spend their time sitting on the outskirts of town, drag racing, drinking, doing drugs, and in general neglecting their responsibilities.
- You steal boogie boards from the beach and use them to slide down gravel piles.
- You Playing chicken and drinking until it becomes actually dangerous.
- More than once the cops get called.
- But try as they might they cant get rid of the outskirt city.
- Occasionally someone’s parent or older brother shows up- and begs the other to reconsider.
- Sometimes people disappear- to Juvie, or the military, or to a ritzy private school where they can be controlled.
- But on the outskirts of town, it doesn’t matter if your family’s poor or rich- if you’re getting straight A's or if you're flunking out.
- All that matters is if you can outrace Jungkook, or beat Jackson in an arm-wrestle when you’re wasted. (You couldn’t do it even if you where sober and using both hands).
- It doesn’t bother him at first- that you always have another man’s arm around your shoulders.
- Your boyfriend is a bit of a ringleader; there are definitely cliques in the groups that gather on the outskirts.
-The actual population of your little rundown city of half decrepit cars and old machinery abandoned by the city always fluctuates to around 30-40 people.
- You’re one of the regulars- and you’re something of a ringleader yourself.
- You can beat half of them in a drag racing contest. Go shot for shot with Lay And sometimes your burns have the whole outskirts shaking with laughter.
- Your smile is easy and elastic like pink bubblegum and it makes Taehyung’s heart twinge whenever he sees it.
- By some coincidence, you end up in the same college class (his older brother finally convinced him to sign up for a community college class 3 times a week).
- Only you’re not his fellow student you’re a ta.
- And you're so different here, teaching a lab, then you are on the outskirts. you're calm and energetic and happy. Not the wry ringleader he’s grown fond of.
- You are not ice queen you are when your boyfriend has his arm around you.
- Somehow that makes him love you more.
- You recognize him instantly and demand that he have lunch with you. while smiling at him and he can hardly refuse you.
- He listens to you talk, and smile, and joke around about the dumb college class that you're teaching for an extra credit.
- And then he realizes that if he hadn’t seen you for months on the outskirts he would think you were absolutely normal.
- But there's still a wildness in you that he can see- that he’s been watching since he noticed you. He wouldn't be surprised if no one else ever noticed it.
- He makes a habit of staying later to have lunch with you, even if it means he misses his train and has to wait 40 minutes for the next one.
- But there’s still this darkness in your eyes when your boyfriend calls sometimes at lunch.
- A venerability that makes him want to hold you.
- And he knows after Taehyung catches him glaring one night that you've told him that he’s your student.
- One night he gets out of work late- he works as a secretary for a wealthy private doctor named Kim Seokjin- and it’s a weekday so no meeting up in the outskirts.
- And its raining really hard, one of those warm summer rains,
- He gets on the subway tracks home and finds it deserted this late at night except for you sitting here reading after a day of classes and teaching. He sits next to you and you talk until he’s laughing too hard to breath.
- You guys realize after about an hour that your train isn’t coming.
- its late at night- and its one of those warm summer days.
- And you guys dance to the end of the platform where the overhang ends. And he pushes you into the deluge of warm summer rain and you shriek and pull him in.
- And you’re both dancing in the rain, soaking wet, and feeling more at ease and understood than you ever have.
- Your skirt clings to your legs and his white dress shirt is pressed to his chest as you both scream the lyrics to a pop song.
- There’s nothing but the two of you and the rain.
- Later when you’re getting into the cab that you'll share, riding into your part of town, you giggle through your shivering- thanking him for the dance lessons.
- He pulls you against his body intent on just warming you up.
- But when he looks down at you, your lips are almost purple.
- But they feel anything but cold when he presses his lips against yours.
- You kiss him back for the tiniest of moments before you’re pushing him away and he wants to kick himself because you have that same vulnerable look in your eyes.
- But you don’t tell him that you don’t feel that way about him.
- You only say “He’d kill you if he ever found out.”
- It takes things a long while to get back to normal after that.
- You don’t smile at him as much over the edge of your papers at lunch, and your cold eyes barely hover on him when you spend time at the outskirts.
- It lasts until July- after classes have ended and someone’s bought fireworks.
- Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung have a fight with roman candles that leaves his hair singed and leaves a burn spot on Jungkook’s favorite jacket.
- You sit on the warm hood of Taehyung’s expensive black car in a mesh shirt is the exact opposite of appropriate to teach in as you lean in and giggle- brushing away the ashes that have fallen into his hair.
- Taehyung wants to put his hands on your bare thighs, hook his long fingers underneath your knees and pull you to the edge of the car so that he can kiss you.
- But before he can the street racers come back and your boyfriend comes hurtling out of the car.
- Even Jungkook hoots as he beats Woozi- usually the best driver out of all of you.
- You saunter over to give him a kiss and a “congrats babe.”
- He watches with jealousy as he plants a scalding kiss on your lips that makes you arch into him.
- Your boyfriend’s cold eyes flicker up to meet Taehyung’s and he sees possessiveness like fire blaze in his eyes. Taehyung turns away jaw tightening- his cheeks turning red from being caught staring at you.
- Taehyung doesn’t find out until later- but when you go back to your boyfriend’s house later a loud fight ensues.
- “I see the way that kid looks at you y/n, don’t think I don’t.” he grabs your chin roughly, “look at me before I find something more entertaining than this conversation.” You look up at him, tears stinging in your eyes as his fingers dig into your cheekbones.
- “He’s just a kid babe you don’t have anything to worry about.”
- “I see the way he looks at you.” “You know I’d kill him if I ever found out he did anything with you.”
- And there must be something in your eyes that denotes the kiss that happened so long ago in that taxi that makes your boyfriend push you back onto the bed and claim your mouth with a scalding kiss.
- That night when you have sex- it feels like your boyfriend is just reminding you whom you belong to, it doesn’t feel like making love. And if you’re honest with yourself it hasn’t in a long time.
- A few weeks later the outskirts are just starting the sun is just setting and everyone’s only half drunk when Taehyung pulls up with Jungkook in the back of the car.
- And he notices that you nor your boyfriend are there- someone makes a wry comment and gestures over his back to a car.
- And he sees you and your boyfriend fighting in the front and passenger seat.
- Your mascara is running down your face and you’ve got that look again. You look up and meet Taehyung’s eyes. Letting out a shaky breath as you hold his stare.
- You're Not paying attention to what your boyfriend is saying next to you. And Taehyung watches as he yells and practically spits in your face.
- He grabs your shoulders roughly to turn you to look at him and you recoil going to get out of the car and walking away.
- Taehyung’s already walking in your direction.
- He stumbles out of the car too- and Taehyung can tell just by looking at him that he’s already hammered.
- You’re walking towards Taehyung and the rest of the group while he screams at you.
- He takes a beer bottle in his hand, “don’t you walk away from me bitch.” he growls/yells. The bottle shatters against your feet. You yelp as the glass hits your skin.
- Taehyung runs forward to check your ankles- making sure that your legs have no cuts.
- You’re pissed- fiery as you turn to him- and the apology that crosses his lips sounds half-assed even to Taehyung.
- “What the fuck was that!”
- “I’m sorry babe I don’t know what-“
- “I should leave your ass for trying that shit with me-“ he laughed bitterly.
- Your boyfriend grabs you by the throat and whispers lowly in your ear.
- “And do what- who would take you after you’d been ruined by me?”
- Taehyung tares you away from him as the others come to your rescue. only after realizing that this fight is going bad places quickly.
- Taehyung calmly leads you to his car with a hand on your shoulder as Jungkook hops in the back seat and the others try to talk your boyfriend down.
- “You need to talk to her again when you’re less drunk” you hear Wendy shout as she gets in front of him blocking you from view.
- You don't stop crying until you and Taehyung drop Jungkook back at his parent's apartment uptown.
- He doesn’t say anything to you. He lets you sit quietly, turning up the heat in his car at the slightest sign of shivers. You both pause at a red light- the streets a deserted, there isn’t even a cop in the street this late at night in the business district.
- “I’m trying to figure out why you’re still with him- but no matter how many times I pour over it in my head I can’t understand it.”
- “Its not that simple.”
- “Do you believe what he said back there? That you could never be loved by anyone but him?” the silence is enough from you to answer his question.
- And the lights already turned green but he leans over and looks at you.
- He tucks one of your stray hairs behind your ear and lays his hand against your cheek.
- So gently- more gentle than anyone’s ever been with you- the old you would have slapped his hand away and told him that you wouldn’t break. But now you’re not so sure. You feel like you’re an inch from shattering.
- “You can’t believe that y/n. that someone as passionate, kind and beautiful as you isn’t deserving of love.”
- “He does love me.”
- “You and I both know that that’s not love- don’t try to deny it.”
- You look down at your lap and away from him. “You don’t understand.”
- “Understand that you think you’re not worth more than that asshole when you’re practically golden? I think I understand perfectly fine, I wish you could see yourself the way I see you.”
- “Take me home” you say- you don’t want to have this conversation with him right now- you don’t want to confront it.
- He takes you back too your boring apartment above a corner convenience store. He lets you off in the front but he grabs your arm gently before letting you leave.
- “I could treat you better than he ever could y/n.”
- You leave with tears in your eyes because that’s the first time he’s ever acknowledged that the growing thing between the two of you is actually what you think it is.
- Not just fondness or friendship.
- And you want to turn around and scream “I know” at him but you can’t. You just go up to your apartment and sit in the shower and let the warm water wash off the smell of car grease, alcohol, and cigarettes.
- Pretending that your tears are just the shower and that your heart isn’t thudding while you keep turning Taehyung’s words over in your mind.
- You shouldn’t feel this way about Taehyung - Taehyung who was your student and isn’t your boyfriend. Who makes you giggle with his antics.
- It isn’t until a couple of days later until Taehyung hears from you.
- You’d given him your number ages ago- but neither of you had ever used it. When he picks up you don’t even have to say anything. He can tell by your heavy breathing exactly what’s happened.
- He skids to the front of your boyfriend’s apartment and you’re already hitting the asphalt. Your lip is split and you have a black eye blooming, your palms are scratched like he pushed you into something.
- Taehyung points his car in the opposite direction of his apartment and talks himself into not going back and beating the shit out of him.
- Because you need him right now.
- He stops only once- to pick up an ice pack and a chocolate bar at a convenience store.
- You press it against your lip gingerly as you drive and drive and drive until you get to the ocean.
- There he lets you get drunk in the sand and scream and curse his name where only the waves can hear you do it.
- “I wanna do it.”
- “Do what?”
- “Beat him up.”
- He laughs lightly- he’s still angry, he still wants to punish your piece of shit boyfriend for doing that too you, but now that you’re miles away he’s feeling slightly less murderous. But not enough to not reply.
- “Maybe you should break up with him first.” yeah you sigh, leaning your head up against his shoulder.
- “Thanks, Tae Tae” he blushes at the nickname as the two of you both sit and watch the waves.
- He wants to lean over and press a kiss to the top of your head but he knows it wouldn’t be proper- and that after the day you’ve had, You might think he’s taking advantage of you.
- “I’m at your beck and call sweetheart- you already know that.”
- You stand up abruptly, almost knocking. Into his head- and for a second he almost thinks he’s offended you with his forward actions. But all you do is glance back at his car.
- “Can you drive me back there- I wanna do it tonight. I’m done with this.”
- You text the usual group when you get back into town and find out that he’s at a local club. You and Taehyung wade your way through to the center of the pulsing lights and people.
- “I can’t find him.” You say as you turn to look at Taehyung, and that’s when the crowd clears and he sees your boyfriend over your shoulder.
- Or not really over your shoulder- more like burrowing into someone else’s
- a different girl, while he feels up the front of her body. He swallows and you follow his gaze. You tap him on the shoulder and slap him across the face when he turns.
- “We’re through you dick.”
- “No baby wait.” He said, grabbing you harshly, Taehyung puts himself in-between the two of you- forcing him to let go of you.
- “Don’t fucking touch her!” the bouncers appear and shove the three of you out of the back of the club.
- Taehyung is careful to stay in-between the two of you knowing that your ex will try to grab you again.
- “How long have you been sneaking around with him you fucking slut?”
- “Don’t talk to her like that.”
- “Or what?” Taehyung’s fist hits the side of your exes face with a crack.
- “Do you know what a piece of shit you are? How good y/n is. God I don’t know how you ever got her- she could do so much better than you.”
- “Better like you?” Taehyung’s laugh scares you a little but it scares your EX more. Taehyung grabs his collar and drags his face towards his.
- “She could do better than me, I know that. But at least I know better than to hurt a woman.” He shoves him down. Grabbing your hand and pulling you down the alleyway.
- He drives you too the outskirts and there’s no one there- its late enough on a Sunday. And you cuddle up on the warm hood of his car underneath a blanket he keeps in the back seat and you play with his fingers as he talks to you about everything and anything.
- Out here the stars feel like they were made for you. And you feel so calm and safe pressed up against the side of Tae’s body.
- You listen to the thrum of his deep voice against your ear.
- You lean up and bend over him to press your lips to his- and it turns dangerous quickly, hungry almost. you pull away after a moment and you’re both breathing heavy.
- He kisses each bruise on your face and then your hands carefully and gently.
- “Better?” he asks.
- “Better.” you agree.
Extra - You convince Tae to go to college. He gets a degree in childhood education and becomes an elementary school teacher after cleaning up his act.
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