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The Trial Run: Chapter Eight
summary - Bradley Bradshaw has one goal as he finishes his junior year of college - get Makayla Cunningham to be his girlfriend. Because Makayla Cunningham is exactly the kind of girl a guy like Bradley Bradshaw deserves. There's just one problem, Makayla is adamant that Bradley is a bad boyfriend. If he wants to win her over, Bradley has to prove he can keep a girlfriend of Makayla's choosing for the entire summer. It's just his luck that girl is his little sister's best friend.
warnings - college au, frat boy Bradley (Bradley’s frat is completely fictional and in no way meant to reference any existing frats), language, descriptions of a panic attack, brief mention of throwing up, talks of parental death, Bradley is 22 and reader is 19, no use of y/n, Bradley is 6'6" because I said so
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Makayla: what are you doing now?
Bradley feels his phone buzz against the shiny, faux wood table at the casual sports bar he and the guys had chosen to watch the Phillies game. Normally Bradley would have been just fine watching the game at home, his mom had a pretty big television and she never tried to trick herself into thinking that her son wasn’t drinking while he was away at college so she didn’t care too much when the boys pulled out a beer or two.
But Admiral Simpson absolutely hated the mess, and didn’t care much for sports either, and with his return looming over Bradley’s head, he just didn’t want to deal with it. So he, Jake, and Javy decided to find a sports bar that was close by and watch the game there. His mom tried to assure him that it wouldn’t matter, but Bradley Bradshaw isn’t 15 years old anymore and he knows enough to know that just because his mom wants something to be true doesn't mean that it is.
But the buzz of his phone pulls him from these thoughts and Bradley looks down to see Makayla’s name lighting up his screen. He types out a quick reply to her message, moving his thumb to press the send button before he hesitates. You always like when he sends pictures. Opening the camera quickly, Bradley shoots a somewhat awkward smile, angling to get some of the bar in the background before sending it off with a text.
Watching the Phillies game
Bradley watches the three gray dots appear as Makayla takes several seconds to respond. He’s almost anxious for her response, which he doesn’t fully understand because he knows he shouldn’t be. Something about talking to her always put him a bit on edge.
Makayla is a very particular girl. She has strong opinions on things and tends to make sure everybody knows them. Bradley isn’t blind to how sometimes unnecessarily cruel she can be—this whole date requirement being a prime example of it—but Bradley thinks that girls like her are allowed to be.
He lets out a breath when she still hasn’t responded, dropping his phone screen side down and letting the conversation die as Jake and Javy come back with their drinks.
“Has the score changed?” Jake glances at one of the many televisions pointed in their direction while Bradley shakes his head. All three boys have their eyes trained on the TV and Bradley lets out a small mumble of thanks when Javy passes him his beer. The only thing that draws them away from the Phillies game is Bradley’s phone buzzing on the table again. Jake grins when he sees Bradley scramble for it. “That the girlfriend?”
Makayla: right
Bradley clears his throat, looking up from his phone. “Yeah.”
“I gotta say, dude,” Jake continued to rib him playfully. “Your sister’s best friend? I did not see that coming.”
“Honestly, I’m just happy to see him move on from Makayla,” Javy joins in the teasing, but Bradley can see how sincere his words are.
His brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
Taking in Bradley’s expression, Jake scoffs in disbelief. “Come on, man. Sometimes I’m not convinced you even like her.”
“What?” Bradley’s fingers clench defensively against his beer.
His eyes flit between Jake and Javy and, to his surprise, both boys seem to be in agreement, having noticed something Bradley wasn’t even aware of. What do they mean he doesn’t like Makayla? Of course he likes Makayla. It’s the whole reason he’s doing any of this.
“I can’t be the only one who realizes that she’s exactly the kind of girl the Admiral would approve of.”
Jake’s words dump over Bradley like ice water, so chilling that, for a moment, he genuinely thinks someone’s poured beer on him. She’s exactly the kind of girl the Admiral would approve of. In some capacity, Bradley guesses that’s true. Makayla comes from a wealthy, established family, she was raised with the gender values Admiral Simpson wishes his mom had. Now that he thinks about it, Makayla’s probably the only person he knows who would not only survive, but enjoy a dinner with his stepdad.
Before Bradley can say anything to argue that of course he likes Makayla, a resounding crack rings out through the sports bar and the patrons jump up in excitement at the home run playing on the large TVs. Jake and Javy join them quickly, not nearly as affected as Bradley as he sits on his vinyl seat dumbly. He takes a long sip of his beer before shaking the feeling off and trying to forget everything long enough to enjoy the game.
Again, his phone buzzes on the table.
Makayla: also you should shave that mustache before you get back
Bradley purses his lips, the comment striking a cord in a way that has him locking his phone instead of responding to Makayla. Bradley doesn’t consider himself to be insecure—not in the slightest—but he’s finding it harder and harder to focus on the game, something nagging in the back of his head that he’s doing something wrong.
He uses the feeling of his cool beer bottle against his palm to ground himself, but he still finds himself shifting in his seat every few seconds, an uncomfortable itch overtaking him. From his peripheral, he catches his phone resting on the table. He can suddenly feel his keys inside his back pocket.
“I have to go.”
Javy and Jake turn away from the game in confusion—and truthfully Bradley also can’t believe those words just left his mouth. “What?”
“I just—” Bradley clears his throat, getting up almost frantically as he grabs his phone from the table. “I remembered I have to do something. Just— Tell me how it ends.”
With that, he’s leaving the table before Jake and Javy can even respond. He lets out a shaky breath, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants. He’s barely had a sip of alcohol and feels confident to drive, but he stays sitting in his Bronco for several minutes anyway. Keeping his gaze trained on the steering wheel, Bradley tries to feel like he’s not swallowing rocks.
He looks down to find his hands shaking and he bites down on his lip, squeezing his eyes closed. “Shit.”
He knows what’s coming. He can feel it, like that feeling when you’re about to vomit. Bradley shoves his palms into his eye sockets, leaning back in his seat until his head is touching the headrest. Tears prick at his waterline, even though his eyes are closed tight, and each one feels almost painful as his throat gets smaller and smaller.
Bradley all but throws himself forward, resting his forearms on his knees as he holds his head in his hands. He keeps reminding himself that this will pass—it always does. But the waiting is the worst part and Bradley just can’t believe he’s trapped himself in the parking lot of a sports bar, hiding under the view of the windows as he waits to calm down.
His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth and he pulls at his hair as his breaths get sharper and quicker. The pain stings against his scalp, but it does little to distract him. Truthfully, Bradley should have known this was coming. It’s been looming over him since he stepped foot in San Diego and, if anything, he’s just grateful it happened when he was alone.
His fingers are still shaking, worse now, and his breathing pattern is entirely erratic. He tries to slow it down, but deep breaths feel like cement in his chest, and he just can’t. Bradley feels like a kid again, hiding in a stall in the boys bathroom until he was strong enough to come out. It’s the same quivering breath against his palms, the same stubborn tears rolling down his cheeks, he’s still that same kid. And he hates it.
Bradley hates that he’s not over this. Because he should be. A few words from his friends and a text shouldn’t be able to do this to him. But it does. And it is. And now he’s sitting in his car trying not to hyperventilate in the parking lot of a sports bar while his friends sit inside, none the wiser.
Bradley really hates coming home.
“Are you okay?”
Bradley needs you to stop asking him that every time you see him. Because you shouldn’t be able to tell that he’s not okay. The two of you only somewhat know each other and if you can tell that something’s going on, then he’s not hiding it as well as he thought.
“Fine,” he says simple, actively trying to ignore the worry in your eyes as you look at him.
He thought he waited long enough before coming inside to make it look like he hadn’t just been crying, but under your attentive gaze he keeps purposefully avoiding your eye so you don’t notice.
“Did something happen?” You try again gently. “I thought you were supposed to be watching the game with Javy and Jake.”
“I missed you.” The words come out before Bradley can process them, his own voice almost unrecognizable to him as he spits the words out instinctively.
Your lips part slowly and then he watches them curl up in a small smile. “It hasn’t even been an hour, Bradley.” You tease him, but it’s soft, as you take a step closer to him.
Bradley relaxes just slightly, allowing you into his space as some of his anxiety washes off of him. He nods. “Exactly. Too long.”
You smile again, letting your arms wrap around his shoulders while Bradley’s finds purchase on your hips. And then, just because he felt like it, he dips down to catch your lips, kissing you slowly. He tries to focus on the feeling of you, the softness of your lips, the way your nails scratch at the base of his curls every so often. Sighing against your lips, Bradley pulls you closer, his shoulders finally sagging.
“Okay, ew.” Giselle’s voice cuts the room and you pull away from Bradley quickly. Bradley honestly couldn’t give less of a shit about what his sister saw the two of you doing together, but you’re clearly embarrassed, looking down bashfully to hide your fluster.
Bradley shoots his sister a deadpanned glare. “Can we help you?”
“Oh, I was just looking for my best friend,” Giselle plops a grape in her mouth from where they’re sitting on the kitchen counter. “Making sure she hadn’t died or anything.”
Bradley grunts, the hand he still has on you squeezing your hip. “Well, she hasn’t.”
“Yeah, but she’s kissing you. That’s a fate worse than death.”
“Giselle,” you cut in before Bradley can respond. You and Giselle share a look, seemingly communicating to each other without words. Whatever your trying to tell her gets across because his sister sighs, holding her hands up in surrender.
“Fine,” Giselle nods and Bradley watches as she grabs another grape. Then she shoots you another look—equally unreadable to him—and you nod. “I’ll leave you to your sucking face then.”
Bradley waits for her to leave the kitchen before he looks down at you. “Sucking face?”
You smile slightly. “It’s a long story.” Turning back into his hold, you place your hands on his chest, smoothing down the fabric of his t-shirt. For a second, Bradley thinks you’re going to kiss him again, but instead you ask, “Is the Phillies game still on?”
“Should be,” Bradley glances at the stove clock. It’s only been an hour and a half, there was still a significant chunk of the game left.
Though, at this point, Bradley had no intention of watching it, he doesn’t say anything as you lead him around the house, grabbing your laptop from Giselle’s room and then heading into his. He’s still quiet as you manage to find—what may be an illegal—site to watch the game on, setting it up on the foot of his bed.
“Come on,” you pat the spot next to you and briefly Bradley thinks that you don’t look at all out of place in his bedroom.
He moves wordlessly to sit beside you, your thighs brushing only just as you both get comfortable on his bed. He doesn’t really know what you’re doing or why you’re doing it, and you seem to show no signs of wanting to tell him, so all he can do is sit somewhat awkwardly next to you as he watches the small screen of your computer.
You lean a bit closer to him. “You’re gonna have to explain to me what’s going on though.” There’s a small smile on your face and Bradley’s grateful that you finally seem to be picking up on the fact that he just wants to pretend that everything's okay.
“Sure, sunshine.”
Bradley finds himself getting more invested in the game as the minutes tick by, his episode in the parking lot slowly forgotten as he explains terms and players to you in quiet mumbles. By his third commercial break, Bradley’s starting to feel more like himself, his grip on his emotions tightening and his mood rising.
He glances at you next to him. You hardly notice, now drawn into the Phillies game with a concentration Bradley can’t help but find adorable. He looks at the way your biceps are pressed against each other and lifts his arm just slightly. It’s when he tries to raise his arm again that you turn to look at him.
“No way.” A large grin overtakes your face as you look between him and his arm.
Bradley furrows his brows. “What?”
“Oh my god,” you laugh. “You’re about to do the thing. You’re so about to do the thing.”
Bradley can only look confused. “What thing?” When you only laugh harder, he makes a face. “What thing, sunshine?”
“The thing,” you hardly elaborate. “You were about to do the yawn thing where you put your arm around me.”
“What?” Bradley pulls back slightly in defense. “No, I—” When you just shoot him a look, Bradley purses his lips. You laugh again.
“I cannot believe the Bradley Bradshaw pulls moves that cliche.”
“Shut up,” Bradley shoulders you good-naturedly. “Don’t girls like that shit?”
You snort. “Just admit you’re losing your touch, Bradshaw.”
“I’m losing my—” Bradley laughs incredulously. “Alright, fine,” he gets up, holding out his hand to help you off his bed.
Confusion flashes across your features as he helps you up, leading you out of his room, the Phillies game now forgotten. “What are you doing?”
“Showing you that Bradley Bradshaw can be very,” Bradley turns around to shoot you a teasing smile. “Very smooth.”
Bradley can firmly live in the truth that he is smooth, the expression on your face proof enough when he pulls up to an empty part of the beach. In the late afternoon, the ocean sparkles, crashing and ebbing against the shore and the breeze is just cool enough to make the beating sun bearable.
You hop out of the car quickly and Bradley takes his time grabbing both your bags as you lay out towels on the abandoned sand. For whatever reason—even after all these years, Bradley still doesn’t know—every time he’s visited this part of the beach, there hasn’t been another soul on it. In the back of his mind, there’s a thought that this might be because it’s private property, but Bradley hasn’t been caught yet, so he figures it’s fine.
He sets your bags down next to you, sitting on the towel next to yours as he looks out on the ocean. Taking a deep breath, Bradley lets the ocean air fill his lungs, finally letting the events of the day wash off him. Makayla’s text comes back to him though, nagging at his brain, and he lets out a small sigh.
He knew it was stupid to be that thrown about a comment about his mustache. Even thinking the words felt stupid. But to him, it didn’t feel stupid. There was very little that Bradley has left of his dad. He doesn’t have the house, or the garage, or that vintage popcorn machine. He doesn’t even have all the memories, a lot of them he was too young to remember.
But when Bradley first started growing facial hair, it felt like he had something else of his dad’s. It was an embarrassing mustache at first sure, Giselle and his friends teased him to no end, but it grew and he’ll never forget the day his mom looked at him and sucked in a breath. Because Bradley looked just like his dad.
And yes, obviously Bradley took pride in his mustache when most of his frat brothers could only grow patchy beards at best. But he liked looking in the mirror and seeing his dad—or the reminder of his dad. He liked knowing that no matter what, no matter the choices his mom made, or people like Admiral Simpson, he will always be Nick Bradshaw’s son.
Bradley didn’t expect Makayla to understand that. How could she when he’s never said anything? But there’s something that stings about it, like she doesn’t get it. Bradley sucks in a sudden breath, a thought hitting him. Maybe no one gets it.
You shift next to him and Bradley’s so in his own head that, in a moment of insecurity, he turns to you. “Do you think I should shave my mustache?”
You look at him quietly for several seconds, the question hanging in the air as you cock your head slightly like you’re deep in thought. Bradley tries not to seem nervous as you examine him.
“Well, you should do whatever makes you happy, but I like your mustache.” You say finally, climbing into his lap and smoothing your thumbs along the hairs. “Feel like you wouldn’t really be you without it.”
“You think?” Bradley’s hands fall to your hips as you straddle his thighs.
“Yeah, it’s very Bradley Bradshaw.” You trace your thumbs along his mustache again and Bradley’s eyes flutter closed at the feeling. “And I happen to like Bradley Bradshaw.” You press a quick peck to his lips. “Very much.”
Bradley grins, relief flooding his veins, and he moves one of his hands to grab your chin so that he can kiss you again. “Well, I like you too, sunshine. Very much.” He rolls you down on one of your towels, being mindful of the sand, before deepening the kiss.
This is not the first time Bradley Bradshaw has made out on a beach, but even Bradley can admit that this time is different. It’s not that rushed, sort of “teenagers hooking up before they get caught” kiss that causes Bradley to fumble with bra clasps and get sand everywhere. His hands aren’t rushing over your body, grabbing and squeezing like he doesn’t have enough time. With you, Bradley can’t help but go slow. Slow enough that he can feel the warmth radiating off your body. Slow enough that he can hear every sound he pulls from your lips. Slow enough that the thought of going any faster doesn’t even cross his mind.
Bradley pulls away from you suddenly, watching as your dazed eyes blink away to confusion. Still hovering over you, he looks down. “What was that? Oh—” Bradley meets your eye again with a cheeky grin. “My mustache says it likes you too.”
You blink at him as you process his words and then throw your head back with a cackle. “Oh my god. That was worse than the yawn thing!”
“Oh, you want worse than the yawn thing?” Bradley traps you under him, a smirk forming on his lips. “I can make it dance for you, is that what you want?”
“Do not— Bradley!”
Somewhere in his bag, under a spare t-shirt and extra towel, Bradley’s phone lights up with a text notification that remains unnoticed as he goes back to kissing you through peals of laughter.
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PROLOGUE TO—UNREQUINTED FEELINGS…C. BROCK X FEM!OC
warnings: mentions of alcohol, weed, and partying.
a/n: im a little bored, so like erm!! heres this :)
ALIYAH MCKENNA HARDY was never the party type, but her best friends—Milo, Amayah and Makayla forced her out of the house—So she put on her best party outfit and went on.
On the way in the uber the 3 girls and Milo chatted about the recent video they did with Sam and Colby at The Conjuring House.
With continous mentions of Abigail and the whole knocking method. It was kind of freaky.
As they arrived to the party, the first person they saw was Nate—Aliyahs older brother—He was with some girl in the front yard drinking some mixed drink.
"Hey Nate! Hey uh- What one is this?" Aliyah wasnt meaning to sound rude, but Nate had loads of girl friends and she couldnt keep track of their names.
But the girl took offense to that then rolled her eyes walking off.
"Really Lia! I was gonna make a move!" Nate was clearly upset and Aliyah felt bad, "Sorry- I didnt mean to sound rude or something! It wasnt even a rude question!"
With that, Nate rolled his eyes and walked away. What a bitch, only sometimes though, you know, siblings.
Aliyah then blinked and scurried inside with her group, the strong smell of alcohol and weed hitting her senses, how gross.
She and her friends walked around for a bit, losing Makayla to Hayden. They were probably making out in a closet somewhere.
Aliyah had finally found a non alcoholic drink, or so she thought, and sipped slowly. But Milo and Amayah on the other hand? Oh they were hammered the second they walked in.
She looked at everyone around, hoping to see one person in particular.
Then she did, but he was with some other girl.
She bit her lip, and got up to find someone to talk to, as she was left alone on the couch.
Colby had come to the party with Sam and Nate way before Aliyah and her friends.
When Nate told him she was coming, he ran to his car and got a new shirt.
Nate gave him a odd look, kind of pissy aswell.
All Colby said was he spilt something on himself a bit ago.
Nate let it go, and went on his own, leaving Colby and Sam.
Sam then started teading the shit out of him, "You like Lia!! You like Lia!!"
And Colby shooed him off, "Do not! Shes like a little sister to me! And far to young!"
Sam gave him a 'Be For Real' look, "Come on Cole, shes only 24, you're 26, Thats not bad!!" Colby rolled his eyes, "Point is; I do not like her."
"Sure you dont!!" And he walked away with a chuckle to go get a drink, leaving Colby a little red and irritated.
A few hours into the party, he had heard Amayah—He was gonna go over, but saw Aliyah and got nervous, so he just went over to a random girl in hopes to get over this 'small' feeling.
A little bit of dancing later, his eyes met Aliyahs. She looked upset, but then got up and danced with a random guy.
Thats not like her at all.
Aliyah had gotten over to the guy and started dancing and jumping with him.
Amayah ran over aswell and started to dance, "Lets party till we die! I like this Aliyah!"
Aliyah was smiling and laughing, happy she came out rather than sitting in bed watching shameless and eating ramen.
She walked away a bit later and got another drink, but realized it was alochol, but shrugged and then chugged.
She had about 7, and damn is she a lightweight.
By the end of the night her heels were off and she was stumbling into some random guys car.
Or atleast.. she thought he was random.
A/N: okay so uhuhuhuhuh there ti is guyd erm…
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Steve and Bucky - So, what do you guys want to be for Halloween?
Peter - I wanna be Stitch! Y/N can be Lilo! I love Lilo and Stitch!
Stucky - Aww you guys are so cute!
Baby - No! That's boring! I wanna be a mermaid cat!
Stucky -
Peter - What is a mermaid cat ?🤔
Baby - You guys are too silly to understand my amazing costume. I'm going to Uncle Tony , he'll get it for me 😌
Mermaid cat forever! I now want to be a mermaid cat! Best costume ever!
- Makayla 💜
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Chapter 6
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As you and the soldier walked into the training room you saw about twenty agents standing against the wall. You both looked at your trainers confused.
“Next part of training,“ Matt confirmed “You can fight against each other or you can learn to fight with each other,”
“Well I would rather try and kill each other” you hissed “You want us to fight all these people together?“ you questioned.
“Scared I might show you up?” the soldier quipped.
“Matt, I have only ever fought a group of people on my own, I don't trust this guy,” you said.
“Well you're going to have to try and Pierce has made it clear you will fight them every day until you can fight together” he shrugged.
After a few months, you finally mastered fighting together and having each other's back, pity you hated each other.
One day as you and the soldier were trying to fight with each other. Again the disgust for each other showed, An alarm went off in the training room. The soldier stood confused looking around him and watching as everyone lined against the wall but you. He watched as Matt hugged you and whispered something in your ear. Then he let you go and stood against the wall with everyone else.
“Winter, get to the wall” his trainer hissed.
The soldier looked at her confused. Then looked at you as you stood in the middle of the room by yourself. He watched as you raised your chin in the air and the look of malice that took over your face. He saw the muscles in your jaw clench and watched as fists were formed by your sides.
He thought back to the looks you had given him, he thought that was hatred but the look on your face now was something else, it was then he understood what everyone meant when they said to him you have no idea how scary she can get. “Winter” his trainer hissed again and grabbed his arm. Dragging him to the wall.
“What is going on?” he asked his trainer.
“Shhhh” she snapped
A dozen guards march into the room and circled you. “ON YOUR KNEES” one of the guards shouted at you pointing his gun in your face.
“GET ON YOUR KNEES” he yelled at you hitting you in the face with his gun causing your head to snap to the side.
You turned your head back to him slowly and licked the blood off your lip and smiled sadistically at him.
You heard his voice break as he lowered his tone “You know the drill by now soldier let's not make a scene in front of everyone, on your knees,”
The soldier watched as you slowly got to your knees and placed your hands on your head. Your eyes never leaving the guard.
Winter marched over to you. ”mouse are you okay, what’s going on?” he asked in confusion.
“Soldier back against the wall” the guards shouted at him.
“Mouse are you okay?" he asked again.
“Best listen to them soldier, ” your smirk never leaving your face and your eyes never leaving the guards. when the soldier didn't move you looked at him and the pain in your eyes nearly broke him.
“It's fine, stand against the wall” You nodded.
When the soldier slowly made his way to the wall he watched and listened.
“Now the rest of the way” the guard sounded like he was pleading.
When you were finally on your stomach your hands on your head, four guards rushed forward and quickly got you in cuffs.
When they lifted you to your feet the soldier saw the sigh that left you causing your shoulders to slump in defeat. At that moment he couldn’t help but think he had misjudged you
Before he could say anything two guards came to escort the solider away too
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Fearless (Taylor's Version) as One Chicago Ships
Howdy! Here it is lyrics or whole songs from Fearless (Taylor's Version) I think apply to One Chicago Ships. Just like for Red (Taylor's Version) I'm doing all cannon ships as they are easier for me to connect songs and lyrics to.
Note: Some sound like I'm just having a conversation with myself oops. It's also a lot of Burzek cause of the status of their relationship and the types of songs from this album. I'm sorry, I hate it too.
Fearless
Brettsey: “There’s a glow off the pavement, you walk me to the car And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there In the middle of the parking lot” You can’t tell me that Sylvie doesn't ask Matt to do this. She probably asked after they talked outside Molly’s in 10x5.
Burzek: Verse 2. I am picturing this as Adam thinking about Kim, but definitely can be switched around.
Hawkami: “You take my hand and drag me head first, Fearless” Violet was so nervous and then Evan just reassured her we got this amazing ship out of it.
Upstead: “You pull me in and I’m a little more brave. It's the first kiss, it’s flawless, really something.” reading this really reminded me of their first kiss
Love Story
Burzek: “We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback stars I’m standing there.” I started crying when I realized this was them. I thought you should know.
I could have related more couples to this song but once I connected that first verse to Burzek my brain stopped functioning and I couldn't connect the song to anyone else.
Hey Stephen
Brettsey: “Boy, you might have me believing I don’t always have to be alone” “Can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain” Sylvie is a hopeless romantic and wants to kiss Matt in the rain all the time and you can't change my mind.
Stellaride: “Why are people always leaving? I think you and I should stay the same” Ope little angst there, but everyone has left Kelly. BUT no worries cause, STELLARIDE IS MARRIED and they are staying the same.
Upstead: “I’ve been holding back this feeling So I’ve got some things to say to you” May I point you to the end of 8x3 where Hailey says “It’s been a long a long time since I saw you as just my partner.”
Burzek: “The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name It’s beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change” I read this and just thought of Adam calling Kim darling and I just know down in my heart Kim doesn't want him to stop calling her that.
Hawkami: “Come feel this magic I’ve been feeling since I met you” I’ve already determined that Sparks Fly is their song and this line is the same.
White Horse
Burzek: Unfortunately many of these angsty lyrics could relate to them being broken up and sad, AND I HATE IT.
You Belong With Me
All of the ships as they all belong together. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk
Breathe
Burzek: Hello another sad breakup song I am relating to them.
Brettsey: “I see your face in my mind as I drive away ‘Cause none of us thought it was gonna end that way” Now I’m not saying they are broken up, because I don't think that has happened. I refuse to believe it until it is explicitly said. I can see this as Matt starts his trip out to Oregon from either one of them.
The Way I Loved You
Ok so hear me out. The verse where she talks about how wonderful the guy is I feel could go towards any of them.
Also the line “You’re so in love that you act insane” could go for any of them.
Examples: Casey jumping out of the truck for Brett. Stella staying back in multiple fires for Kelly and Kelly doing the same for Stella. Adam fighting with Kev while Kim is missing (still hate that they literally got in a fist fight during that and then just best buddies next episode and seemingly didn't talk about it). Literally everything with North and Voight in season 9 for Upstead. Evan doing everything he can think of to save Violet’s job.
The Best Day
Burzek and Makayla: They are this whole big round thing. I hear “But I know I had the best day with you today” and think of all of them together and the video of Adam dancing in the tutu.
Jump Then Fall
BRETTSEY: I made a post one time when I was listening to the song and just knew it was them, especially in the beginning when they were happy.
Untouchable
I think of this song as just being so enamored with someone and could see this with any of them.
The Other Side Of The Door
Burzek: I can't do this anymore. This is me begging the writers to have them work their shit out and just get back together. Just honestly put us Buzek shippers out of our misery.
Today Was A Fairytale
It's just a good ole fashioned love song. What more can I say? It applies to all of them being happy and in love.
You All Over Me
I think you all know where I’m going with this, but this time I’m giving you a lyric.
Burzek: “But no amount of freedom gets you clean I’ve still got you all over me” They will always be connected no matter what, especially now with Makayla.
Hawkami: Verse 2 the “And your ‘Don’t you wish you had me?’ grin Well I did, so I smiled And I melted like a child” This is basically what happened at the Gala change my mind.
We Were Happy
Burzek: Unfortunately as the writers are cowards and won't give them back to us.
Brettsey: I know they aren't explicitly broken up, but I know they aren't happy as they want to be/could be.
That’s When
Brettsey: The way it starts out reminds me of the conversation about Matt moving to Oregon and Sylvie had to think about what she wanted to do. Then they just worked it out and everything is ok for now.
Bye Bye Baby
Refusing to say who I relate this song to, but I think you all know at this point.
Brettsey: Hear me out. Not in a broken up sense just a LDR sense.
#Taylor Swift songs as One Chicago Ships#brettsey#burzek#hawkami#stellaride#upstead#matt casey#sylvie brett#kim burgess#adam ruzek#evan hawkins#violet mikami#stella kidd#kelly severide#hailey upton#jay halstead#chicago fire#chicago pd
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Marry Me? (Calum Hood)
A/N: Hey guys! This is out of the usual fandom that I write for but another one of my favorite fandoms! This was written for one of my best friends who loves him! (I do too, not gonna lie but I'm a Michael girl.) Anyway! I hope you enjoy it! (Also don't make fun of me, this is my first time writing for nonfictional people. Have mercy on my soul.)
PS: Please don't copy my work because I worked hard on this and I will literally cry! Thank you! :) <3
Summary: Based on the song "Marry Me" by Thomas Rhett
Word Count: 1621
Everything was beautiful. Makayla was going to get the wedding that she had always dreamed of having. A beautiful garden, colors everywhere from the flowers. Not too many people to save her aunts and uncles some money.
I’m in my black suit and tie, out in the back of the garden where no one can see me. I pull a flask out of my suit pocket and do a shot quick shot of whiskey to calm my nerves. I smile just thinking about meeting her up there. I hope I make it through without crying so nobody sees.
Because she doesn’t want to marry me.
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I shake my head as I look out of the windshield of my car, “Snap out of it Cal.”
I just got home from our world tour, and I love going on tour and seeing our fans, but I miss being at home with family and friends. I walk into my house and drop my stuff at the door and just crash on the couch face-first for a nap. When I get attacked by Duke with kisses.
“Duke!” I said, excitedly petting him, rolling over onto my back, and laughing as he said his hellos.
“I missed you too Duke,” I chuckled, he got up and ran off to get his toys. As he was running off, I sat here thinking about the day that I got Duke.
Makayla and I had just been browsing the pet shelters after she had insisted that I needed a buddy for when she wasn’t able to stay over at my house. And I came home with a little puppy named Duke. We were sitting on the couch in the same position that I was right now. We were both watching Duke play around until I just focused on her because of how beautiful she looked. She turned around with a smile on her face to say something but stopped. In my mind, I was going to lean in and kiss her and it was going to be perfect but then I thought, what if she doesn’t like me that way? What if I do it and it ruins our friendship?
“Cal?” Makayla said, bring me out of my freak-out session.
“Yeah?” I said, “What’s up?”
“Is everything okay?”
“Y-yeah! I’m good!” I said nodding my head, “Just thinking about dinner, you hungry?”
I stand up from the couch and walk over to the counter to the pile of mail. I go through it and see nothing important other than bills. Putting those back on the counter to deal with later, I get myself a snack from the cabinet and lean on the counter eating Cheez-Its. I always wondered if she feels the same way from the way she looked at me that day, but I never found the right time to ask her. Then it was too late to ask her, I didn’t want to ruin anything if she didn’t.
I’m still snacking when I see something on the coffee table that I didn’t see early. I put the box down and walk over to the coffee table. As I get closer, it’s an envelope with Calum Hood written on it in familiar handwriting. I pick it up and open it.
“Oh, my God.”
I knew this day was coming but I didn’t know it was already coming. Inside the envelope was an invitation from Makayla and her fiance to their wedding which was less than a month away.
“Oh, my God,” I said again.
My phone ringing startled me right out of my trance of staring at the fancy paper that was giving the worse news that I had heard in my life. Still looking at the invitation I pull my phone out of my front pocket and answer it, “Hello?”
“Hey Cal! Welcome home!” the sweetest voice comes through.
“Makayla! Hey! How’s it going?” I answer back, smiling on instinct.
“I’m great! I haven’t heard your voice in so long. I missed you, Cal,” she tried to sound happy but there was a hint of sadness in her voice.
“I missed you too Mak. I miss your pretty face!”
“Aw, you make me blush! Enough with the sadness! How was the tour?”
“It was awesome! We went to a lot of different places than before. And then the places we've been before are always fun to go back to as well.”
“Aw, it sounds like you had a blast, Cal!” she says happily.
“Enough about the tour! When did you guys set the date for the wedding?” I ask her, trying to be excited.
“Oh, I tried to call you and tell you a few times but you were always performing or asleep so after a few times of not answering, I just let you find it when you got home from the tour. Since there was plenty of time for you to get prepared.”
I sit there for a minute, taking it all in. She’s going to get married. I always thought it was going to be to me. Hell, even our own friends thought Makayla and I were going to get married. But she’s not going to.
“Cal? Hey is everything okay? Cal?” she asks, worriedly.
I shake myself out of it, “Yeah! Yeah! I’m fine! I’m just thinking about all of the things I have to do before you get married! I mean what’s the man of honor going to with only a month left to plan the bachelorette party?”
Makayla giggles, “Well, you and Kelly better get to work on it because it is coming up fast.”
“Yeah, it is,” I say with a sigh.
“Anway, I bet you’re tired from the flight. I’m gonna let you get some sleep. Goodnight rockstar,” she says.
“Goodnight,” I say back and listen until the line goes silent. I lean back on the couch, “Fuck.”
I’m too late.
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A month later, it’s everything that Makayla has ever told me about when she talked about wanting to get married. It is at a beautiful garden that she told me about from a vacation that she went to when she was younger. She wasn’t exaggerating when she said that it was beautiful. There are flowers and greenery everywhere, along with statues and fountains. The arch where they were going to get married under was covered in red, pink, and white roses.
I'm standing in the back listening to the three people in the seats talk about how beautiful it was, saying that Makayla was going to look beautiful. I watched as Makayla’s bridesmaids were making sure everything was perfect. One was fixing flowers as she walked by, and another was talking to the groomsmen. Piper tripped as she walked by which led to her taking off her heels. Kelly, her maid-of-honor, was currently talking to their Aunt Rachel and Aunt Jenn. I know they’ve been dreading this day. But they aren’t the only ones giving her away.
I walk away to look around and clear my head for a second.
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A few minutes later, I’m back hiding out in the back. Everyone was getting prepared to walk down the aisle and then Makayla. I can just imagine her in her dress welcoming the guests. I just know that she looks so beautiful that it hurts my heart that I can’t be with her. I look around looking for her. Maybe I can find her, get it off my chest. I walk around to the front where she might be welcoming the guests, I get in the short line to tell her how I feel. I wait and I wait. I talk myself up the whole time.
You can do it. You are going to tell her you love her and have since forever.
When I was next after someone, I watch her. She is happy. She’s laughing and talking with her family and friends.
“Cal!” she says happily and hugs me.
Alright, this is your chance. Tell her how you feel.
“Makayla, I-” I start.
“What’s wrong?”
I can’t mess this up for her. She’s happy.
“I wish you all the best. You look beautiful.”
She smiles a little, “Thank you, Calum.”
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So here I am, standing out in the back. In my black suit and tie. Taking a strong shot of whiskey. I hope I can make it through without crying.
I feel a tap on my shoulder, I look over and see Piper, “What’s up?”
“Makayla is asking for you real quick,” she says, trying to hide a smile on her face.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, following her to where Makayla is, trying not to panic.
Piper opens the door and I walk in.
“Calum,” Makayla says looking up from where she’s sitting. I hear the door close softly behind me.
“Makayla,” I say coming up to her, “Is everything okay? Do you need something?”
“Cal. Give me one good reason not to do this,” she says in the most serious tone that I’ve ever seen her.
I stand there for a second and she’s about to say something when I walk up to her, put my hand on her face and softly kiss her lips. She kisses me back wrapping her arms around my neck. I’ve been waiting for this moment for years.
The door opens, “Mak, 2 minut- oh. Okay,” someone says. We break apart breathless. There stands Kelly in the doorway, Piper and the bridesmaids peeking in, “So, should I send everyone to the reception hall?”
“That is a great idea Kelly,” Makayla says and Kelly sends her thumbs up as she closes the door.
“So where were we?” she asks me. I laugh and lean down to kiss her again.
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Confessions from the Firehouse
Hey-o, hey-o! We're back at ya with another one. Today's topic of confession: are you excited for the new season of Chicago PD (that's right people we're going there.
Everything is under the cut
Bex (by far the most positive)
Yes and No. Bittersweet is probably the best way to describe what she's feeling, and she hopes it stays that way. She's sad that Jesse is leaving; Jay is one of her favourite characters and with all the potentials his growth has been hinting at it feels a little like a waste no matter what happens. She's frustrated by the silence, especially with Jesse being so active on Twitter (where she's most active) and liking what he has been...it just screams force out to her. She just hopes that the creative team gives him a good exit with the door open for a return of some kind. Again, It’d be bittersweet, but far better than any alternative for her. She's cautiously excited for Torres, but wants nothing to do with the other new guy coming in (she's a big soap fan and has some not so nice things to say about the dude. Also 'Jamie? Really? After Jay leaves we get a Jamie? I demand a refund.'). After she read the episode 2 synopsis, Bex, who is by far the most pro-Burzek amongst us put her head on the table, and whined 'WHHHYYYY?' If this is more of the same back and forth, trust and trust broken, OR if they use Makayla as a catalyst for getting back together (you know what she means) the she's turning in her Burzek hat. (I have that in writing! She's gonna buy a hat, write Burzek on it, wear it around for the day then hand it to me so I can burn it! 🤣)
All that being said CPD will certainly be different moving forward. Hopefully, it's a good different. One where we get lots of updates from Hailey about how Jay's doing leading his new unit or working the streets again as a field sergeant. And with her gushing about him in uniform. She hopes that Hailey and Kevin step up the most as leaders, though I showed her that one anon from the other day and she slammed her head on the table again! ("Fuck! That's possible. Why's that possible! It hasn't been a rule for more than five years, they better not bring it back!")
Me
While I'm still on my positive train regarding how they'll write Jay out, I'm no longer excited for this season. What'll happen in terms of me watching will depend on if those thoughts come to fruition or not. But to be honest, even then, it would only be for Hailey and Kevin-centric epsiodes. Maybe Torres, but they don't have long to hook me with his character. They have to at least give the dude a personality if they're not going to give him a wardrobe.
Needles (by far the bitter/angry)
A lot of swearing is ahead if you read further. Like A LOT of swearing. I sent him the 10x02 synopsis the other day, and he chucked his phone at my head this morning when I walked into the bunk house (@go-to-two, apparently, I'm still a dick 😆) He didn't even know about the Jamie thing (this came from a call sheet btw), and that just pissed him off even more. ("Jamie? Are you shitting me? He's gonna be a fucking clone too, isn't he? Like Seaver fucking was! Fucking Hell, what the fuck are those fucking morons doing?!?”). He's done. He doesn't care how Jay exits, he doesn't care if the door is left open, and he hopes that Tracy/Hailey leaves at the midseason. Kevin/LaRoyce too, because "the other two fuckwads sure as shit aren't going to have his back." So yeah, if he were a steak, Needles would be so past well done, he'd be charcol. He had a more to say about them and the ep 2 synopsis, if you're curious Message me and I'll give you a rundown.
TL;DR: we’re all sad to varying degrees. While Bex does intend to keep watching weekly, it will depend on Jay’s exit and the new dude (“maybe I’ll just close my eyes, plug my ears and hum when he’s on screen” anyone wanna clue me in as to why she’s so bitter about this guy? Did he kill puppies or something? She won’t tell me!!) and we’re working on Needles to at least watch up to Jay’s exit.
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Flaky, flaky, flawed, and snaky.
Play the victim, lie, and bate me.
Fool me once, play your games.
Fool me twice, call me names.
Charm, charm, so you can harm
without anybody sounding alarm.
You try to hide it, yet I see it fly,
that giant red banner across the sky.
Spend, spend, I see a trend.
YOU need MY help, and so I lend.
Drinks, sluts, games and drugs;
just sweep it all under rugs!
Crack, crack, break my back.
I just might have a heart attack!
Shove my love through a shredder!
I really deserve so much better...
Burn, burn, the pages turn.
Of all you read, you cannot learn.
I wrote that book to show my love.
Now it burns, it wasn’t enough.
Threat, threat, place your bet?
Make a stranger kiss your neck?
How dare I involve your friends?
This is how our story ends.
Risk, risk. Our health you’ve risked.
It’s not okay, you must have missed!
Inside your unborn child’s mother,
AND the next day, inside another.
Fuck, fuck, you cheat and suck!
Tell your daughter “best of luck,
I went and gave up your mommy,
now this hotter new girl’s got me.”
Karma, karma, what a bitch;
the new girl left you in a ditch.
No one else would lend a hand,
so maybe now you understand.
Lie, lie, go off and cry!
You would not care if I die!
You’re only there to see the baby.
I ask for more? Nah, that’s crazy!
Busy, busy. You getting dizzy?
Ashlee, Makayla, Meghan, Jada, Lindsey.
Got all these hoes while you’re with ME.
Jessica, Anna, Jaide, Maddy, Whitney.
Bronson, Bronson whenever ya want some
just tell em all you’re chillin with Bronson.
Dumb ass hoes won’t figure shit out.
But lies ALWAYS unravel, without a doubt.
Dumb, dumb. You just gotta get numb.
On Coke, on Percs, alcohol, and bud.
To block the pain of shame and shit.
The dumb, quick way to death type habit.
Jail, jail, yet again you fail.
But every time, you tell the tale:
Denial, blame, threats & lies.
You done this shit now how many times?
21, 21, that was your age then,
that night you ruined your life and
you are not clever, you are not bright,
for what you did just wasn’t right.
Babies, babies, you must like babies
or little girls instead of grown ladies.
You told her you were 16 years old,
and now you project that lie, behold:
14, 14, that was her age then.
You KNEW she was that innocent.
No, not 16 saying she was 19.
That little girl now must be fighting...
Trauma, trauma and all this drama.
You could not comprehend her trauma.
So this must be why you lie and deny,
cause no body likes a perverted guy.
Guilt, guilt around the lies you’ve built.
Or is it shit with which you’re filled?
No wonder you can’t sleep, you’re tangled
in webs you weave in & out of every angle.
Danger, danger! That’s what you are.
Warning Sign! Hazard! Stay very far!
Our crazy past is proof that I know.
Being cool with that shit? Just... NO!
Lost, lost, look what this cost.
Out the window our family’s tossed.
If only you could turn back time,
perhaps then we’d still be fine.
Fine, fine... but COULD we be fine?
If you really could turn back time?
HA! That’s hilarious!! Flaky in check??!
Dating you’s a fucking train wreck!
Ivy, Ivy. So cute, pure, and tiny.
Yet, more loved than gold; almighty.
She makes my heart sing and glow.
But this feeling you’ll never know.
Innocent, innocent that’s what she is.
So, far away from you she’ll live.
Away from twisted lies, and deception;
whores, drugs, violence, and destruction.
Happy, happy. That’s what she’ll be;
not around danger, but safe here with me.
She’ll grow to know that she is so loved.
She don’t need your shit, we got enough.
Shame, shame. But you’re to blame.
Happy that I learned your game.
Sad you have Sociopathy,
but that, our girl will never see.
Bye bye you perverted guy.
The truth behind your nasty lie,
THAT will haunt you till you pass.
Or maybe longer... take a guess.
Flaky, flaky, flawed, and snaky?
Real shit happens fuckin with flaky.
So take a page from my mad diary:
Flakes can go fuck themselves,TRUST me.
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Cousin of Chaos
Weeks passed and the tension with Eric seemed to fade away. Makayla stopped working at Pizza This and started selling the drugs and supplies she could get from being a medic. Her best customer was a member of the Fallen Angles Motorcycle Club. They told her about the fight nights and how some times it's just a free for all when the members get a bit too drunk. This information made Makayla interested in being a hang around, how could she turn down the chance to fight anyone and everyone for fun? Not to mention it's one thing Eric couldn't claim she stole from him.
Leksi on the other hand was hesitant, having a rough past being a part of hits or boosting made Leksi's anxiety spike. The most she could offer the club was helping break down materials at the chop shop or work the clubhouse bar. Since most people liked to run the more dangerous tasks they needed the simple help. Even though it didn't feel like much to her, the club appreciated Leksi's support, especially when she gave them discounts at White Widow.
For a while the two would go between working at the weed shop, running with the fallen, and hanging with the cop buddies Makayla made while working at Pizza This. On one of their off days the four went to a clothing shop together, mainly because Makayla made fun of the guys matching all the time, calling them the twins. Leksi joining on the friendly picking made them determined to look different.
While Logan and Daniels tried on clothes, Leksi and Makayla gave them hell for continuously matching. The four were having a blast goofing off, almost missing the group that pulled up. Two guys walked in and two waited outside the door. Leksi being hypervigilant felt off about the way the individuals were positioning themselves. She tried to ignore it, but couldn't shake the bad vibes.
Logan decided on a black shirt and ripped jeans while Daniels picked a grey hoodie and black jeans. Makayla gave them props for finally looking different. Since they were laughing at each other they didn't notice the guys outside had masks on and guns out. Just as Leksi got on her bike the guns were raised. Put your hands up, get on the ground, don't move. How could anyone know what to do with different directions being yelled at them?
Leksi started to panic, unsure weather to comply or try to ride off, glancing at either of her friends for a signal. Unfortunately Daniels thought he could get slight of hand, drawing his gun out of his saddle bag. The guy in the owl mask catches the movement and shoots Daniels immediately. This causes chicken head to shoot, unfortunately Leksi was the one he was holding up. Once the first shot was fired Logan tore out of there, hoping to get to help before they all got wiped out. Luckily for Leksi chicken head only shot her in the shoulder, but the shock and trauma made Leksi pass out.
When Leksi woke up at the hospital she couldn't remember what happened. Logan and Makayla had to explain the incident. Leksi looked around, thinking she'd see Daniels. Logan realized her worry and ensured her Daniels survived. He wanted to check on Leksi but the two wouldn't let him leave his bed. Makayla told Leksi their suspicions on why they got attacked. It seemed like the group were trying to acquire more guns, assuming Logan and Daniels would comply since they were with civilians.
A few days pass and Leksi is released back to work. Logan and Daniels, not wanting to risk the safety of the girls, only visit Leksi at White Widow. Mainly checking in from time to time when things got quiet. Daniels was especially concerned for Leksi, remembering the owl masked man yelling at chicken head, "Not her! I told you don't shoot HER." He assumed they were planning to take her, but since she was shot they couldn't without risk of her dying. This wasn't the case though.
After about a week Antonio finally comes by to check on her, hearing she had been in an incident. He let it slip that he knew his cousin was going after the cops, and since he's noticed she was hanging around them, he told Owl not to harm Leksi. As he's explaining he notices Leksi's hands trembling, and she fights back tears. Why would her boss allow his cousin to even risk his employees safety. He takes her shaky hands in his, places a taser in them, and apologizes, "I'm sorry, and I understand if you're mad at me, I'll leave you be, but if you ever want to talk just let me know." his voice low and gentle. Leksi couldn't speak, if she tried she would have burst into tears. He patted her hand gently, then left the office.
Not feeling safe alone at the store anymore, Leksi called Chris, one of her new friends she met through the Fallen. Chris and Clay were new hang arounds, and Makayla loved picking on the newbies, event though she was still just a hang around. The guys didn't mind the playful antics, turns out they were just as antagonizing as Makayla, so it was a fast track to friendship.
Chris would go to the weed shop just to give Leksi company but eventually decided to work with her since he noticed she was the only employee. Eventually Clay got hired on, giving Leksi more help and company. She was thankful for the guys, almost quitting after Antonio's cousin attacked. She still couldn't believe it was his cousin AND he knew about it. Leksi kept her distance from Antonio, not that it was difficult to do, he rarely showed up at his own store. Oddly enough, chicken head and Owl would show regularly as customers, removing their masks just outside the doors. Leksi didn't understand their actions, but kept the taser on her just in case.
🖤Shout ~ Tears For Fears🖤
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Come back please, I need you
Part 3 to Emotions are Revealed
Last and final part!
~1 year later~
"Y/n, are you ready?" Makayla called from downstairs.
"Yes, I'm on the way downstairs now," you call back from your room.
"Do you like it?" You asked her.
"Yes, I love it," She says walking towards you.
She grabs you by your jacket and she kisses you.
"I can't wait to talk it all off you when we get home," She smiles.
"That's only if you promise to be a good girl," You say smacking her bum.
"I promise," She laughs grabbing your hand.
You lean in to kiss her when you hear your doorbell. You look at her confused.
"You expecting anyone?" You ask her.
"Not really, you?" She asks.
"Not at all,"
You grab her and pull her behind you as you reach into the kitchen drawer and pull out your revolver. You wouldn't go anywhere without it.
"Do you really think you need it?" She asks still behind you.
"In this world you can never be to careful," You tell her walking slowly to the door.
You peak out the side curtain, you see one person you hadn't saw in a year, maybe longer. Zendaya. These last few months seem to be doing her good, she was starting to become really famous, and apparently she was engaged. She was doing well without you. It hurt at first but you knew that she would always love him over you. So you did what made you happy. Makayla made you happy. But still you were happy for her, so now the question still yet to be asked is, why is she at your house? You had to open the door to find out.
"It's okay, its just Zendaya,"
"Okay, thats fine, I'll be upstairs, let me know when you are ready to leave," She says.
She retreats upstairs and you turn to the door. You were scared, why? You didn't know. It had been well over a year since you had last spoken to her. It was now or never. You open the door.
"Hey Zendaya,"
"Hey Y/n,"
"How have you been?" She asks.
"Fine, I know I just ghosted you but I needed a break. You were with someone and I was still in love with you. So I did what was best for both of us and I blocked you," You confess.
"Yeah I understand, but can I come in because there is something that I need to tell you," She asks.
"Yeah, sure,"
You step out of the doorway and you let her in. You knew your girlfriend was upstairs and although you and her hadn't been together long, she was the first person you have dated since you had tried to block your feelings for Zendaya. She sat down on the sofa.
"So?" You asked.
"Y/n, I know this is long overdue, but I love you. It took for me to really lose you to finally understand how much you meant to me," She confesses.
"Oh well, what about you and Tom? I heard that you and him were getting married," You tell her.
"It's a publicity stunt okay, they only want me and him together because his following is much larger than mine and all his fans become fans of mine, but truthfully we broke up not long after you confessed your feelings for me," she says.
"Really? I'm sorry to hear that. You guys were a really cute couple," you tell her.
"It's okay, but I'm kind of glad because it made me finally understand everything you have done for me. Everything you tried to tell me you loved me, I pushed you away in fear that no one would accept me, but now I'm ready. I'm ready to finally give you, my love. I want to give it all to you and no one else," she says.
Now you didn't know what to tell her, your feelings were trying to make their way up, but you wouldn't let them. Why, u ask? Because you were happy. As much as you did have feelings for Zendaya, you knew that to her you would always be second choice. With Makayla you were never second choice. She made you happy, and you were slowly falling in love with her. You and she had been together 7 months, going on 8. She took a chance on you when she knew that you were still in love with Zendaya, and it paid off.
"Z, I'm sorry but I have a girlfriend. After the news went viral about you getting engaged to Tom, I went out looking for someone new and I found Makayla. Sorry, but I love her now," you tell her.
"You are lying, you will always love me, you do not have a girlfriend named Makayla. Now just say that you love me and let's get together," she says pulling you towards her.
You pull away from her.
"Baby, I'm ready to go," You call.
Makalya comes downstairs. She walks over to you and kisses you.
"I was wondering how long my girlfriend was going to be, our reservation is soon. I really don't want to be late," she says tugging you towards the door.
"You were serious," Zendaya said.
"Yes, I'm sorry but my heart doesn't belong to you anymore, I love Makayla," you tell her.
"Oh well, I wish both of y'all a happy life," she whispers holding back her tears.
"Same to you, but let's go before we are late," you tell your girlfriend, grabbing her hand and leaving your house.
Zendaya watches through the window as you help Makayla into the car. You back out and head up the street. You were gone, and you weren't coming back for her. She knew that she waited too long to come back for you. She had lost the live of her life and she couldn't do anything to get you back.
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The Trial Run: Chapter Seven
summary - Bradley Bradshaw has one goal as he finishes his junior year of college - get Makayla Cunningham to be his girlfriend. Because Makayla Cunningham is exactly the kind of girl a guy like Bradley Bradshaw deserves. There's just one problem, Makayla is adamant that Bradley is a bad boyfriend. If he wants to win her over, Bradley has to prove he can keep a girlfriend of Makayla's choosing for the entire summer. It's just his luck that girl is his little sister's best friend.
warnings - college au, frat boy Bradley (Bradley’s frat is completely fictional and in no way meant to reference any existing frats), language, talks of parental death, Bradley is 22 and reader is 19, no use of y/n, Bradley is 6'6" because I said so
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Bradley shifts for what feels like the fifth time, eyes darting to your frame every few seconds. You’re not paying much attention to him, like everyone else you’re actually trying to enjoy the movie Bob had figured out how to set up on the backyard projector.
Though it’s been several, several years, backyard movies were practically a Bradshaw tradition back when Bradley’s dad was alive. Nick had even gone so far as investing in those vintage popcorn machines, shoveling bags of it in those classic, pinstripe cartons for the neighborhood kids who swarmed his backyard. He always played the classics, insisting it was important for Bradley and Giselle to be cultured in cinema. And while Carole would argue that maybe Giselle was a little young for The Godfather, Nick always covered her eyes during the gory parts.
Bradley had missed those nights more than he realized, even now he misses them. He misses the taste of fresh, salted popcorn on his tongue—that vintage popcorn machine stopped working years ago so Admiral Simpson saw no reason to take it in the move, and the Bradshaw family has since resorted to microwave popcorn which tastes almost bitter in comparison. He misses locking eyes with his dad’s wiggling eyebrows, grin twitching under his mustache, whenever he understood a joke that wasn’t quite for kids. He misses the way his mom cried at everything sentimental and his dad would tease her a bit before pulling her into his side with a kiss to her temple.
Now his mom’s eyes get misty at an emotional scene and she wipes them with her fingers when she thinks no one’s looking.
All of it makes Bradley feel uncomfortable. It makes his throat thick and his hands tremble slightly. He doesn’t want to do any of this without his dad, it doesn’t feel right. It feels like they moved on too fast, like his mom got married, and his sister stopped crying every Father’s Day. Bradley’s not ready to move on, not from this. He wants his old vintage popcorn machine and the classic movies that everyone should watch.
He wants his dad.
You get up suddenly and Bradley can hear you quietly tell Giselle that you’re getting some water from the kitchen before you start making your way to the sliding glass door. Bradley watches the door close behind you, his fingers fidgeting as he tries to keep his concentration on the large projection of Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Still in the back of his mind, he can’t stay focused and without you in front of him to flit his gaze to every few seconds, it’s harder and harder to sit still.
Unable to hold himself back from it any longer, Bradley gets up from his blanket on the grass, not even bothering to come up with an excuse to Javy as to why he was leaving. Not that the other boy even cared or noticed, Bradley was able to make it all the way to the kitchen without being questioned.
You’re getting water from the fridge filter, looking up in mild surprise when you hear the door slide open. Upon realizing it’s Bradley, you visibly relax and he watches a small smile take over your face. “Hey,” you greet quietly, even though you're quite a few feet away from the movie watchers.
Bradley nods. “Hey.”
“Just getting some water?” You question, gesturing to the fridge with your cup before you take a sip.
“Yeah, I—” Bradley clears his throat when his voice comes out weaker than intended. “I guess.”
Your brows furrow slightly and you purse your lips, setting your drink down as you take Bradley in with a much more analytical gaze. “Are you okay?”
And Bradley wants to say that yes, he is okay. Because he is, or he should be. Bradley doesn’t know why he can’t seem to move on like the rest of his family, why he feels like this from just watching a movie in his backyard. And he hates that you can see that so quickly, how you always sense what’s wrong with him like he’s that readable.
So he does what he does best, ignoring your question with another, sudden clear of his throat. “Do you wanna go to my room?”
Your eyes widen in surprise, lips parting slightly, and you look entirely caught off guard. Bradley watches your eyes drift to the backyard behind him, to all your friends sitting on lawn blankets watching a movie. It occurs to Bradley now that you might say no. And it also occurs to him that he really doesn’t want you to.
Finally you turn your attention back to him, something unreadable in your eyes, and you nod your head meekly. “Um,” you wet your lips, “okay.”
Bradley holds back his sigh of relief, instead running a hand through his curls just so he has something to do with his fingers.
Though you both seem to agree, neither of you make a move to leave the kitchen, both just watching the other like some confusing game of follow the leader where you’re not quite sure who’s following who. Finally Bradley can’t take the silence and he gestures to the pantry.
“Should I bring snacks?”
“If you want,” you offer shyly.
Again the conversation falls dead. Bradley doesn’t really know when it started that he started acting like a damn teenager, but he doesn’t like it. If only to save himself from blurting out something stupid, Bradley grabs a random bag of caramel and cheese popcorn from the pantry.
“After you,” he gestures towards the staircase, the bag of popcorn rattling in his grip.
He watches your shoulders lift and fall in a breath and then you’re making your way out of the kitchen, leaving your glass of water behind. Bradley follows after you with one last glance to the back door. Like he suspected, all your friends are still too distracted to realize you’re missing. Of course he knows they’ll realize eventually and he’ll never hear the end of it when they do, but Bradley can’t bring himself to care. He just doesn’t want to be alone.
Your feet still when they make it to Bradley’s door and you turn to face him like you want to check again that he’s even being serious. You seem to be too embarrassed to even ask because you shut your mouth quickly, avoiding his gaze to open the door with a bit of an almost frantic force.
Bradley watches with bated breath as you take in his childhood room. Part of him worries you’ll judge it - the football posters on the walls, the trophies from little league that shouldn’t be that impressive for a 22 year old. It’s so different from his bedroom back at the frat house, so much more vulnerable.
Without saying anything, you sit delicately on the edge of his bed, glancing at a framed photo of him, Giselle, and his dad on his nightstand. Bradley watches you roll your palms against the fabric of your shorts as you look up at him hesitantly.
“So… what do you want to do?”
The lights from his backyard and the surrounding houses cast in through the window, illuminating you in a soft glow against his navy bed sheets. Bradley can only suck in a breath, the sight of you striking a chord in him that he wasn’t expecting. Maybe it’s just the fact that he wants to forget about everything going on tonight, but Bradley can only take a step forward, his eyes glued to your frame.
Your lips look soft, he can see the waxy residue of your vanilla chapstick on them, shining faintly. Just enough that it’s almost teasing Bradley, who’s been finding himself thinking about your lips a lot more than he should recently. You’re still looking up at him expectantly and Bradley swallows down his nerves before you can manage to see right through his defenses again.
“Do you want to watch something?”
You snort lightly. “Weren’t we just doing that?”
“Yeah, but,” Bradley tries to relax himself with a breathy laugh. “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?” He makes a face.
“What’s wrong with Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?” You cock your head teasingly.
And, really, Bradley doesn’t find anything wrong with Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. It’s the people in his backyard, and the fact that they’re watching a movie and there’s no old popcorn machine or classic, pinstripe cartons. It’s the fact that, any day now, Admiral Simpson is going to return and Bradley’s going to feel unwanted in his own house. Except it isn’t his house. This whole summer Bradley has just been reminded over and over that none of this is his.
Your features soften slightly—which is exactly what Bradley didn’t want to happen—when he doesn’t answer. “Bradley?”
And Bradley doesn’t want to think, or feel all of this, or explain to you what’s going on in his head, so instead he surges forward, forcibly swallowing down your concern as if that will make it go away. He reclines you gently onto his mattress, his eyes shut tight as he tries to overwhelm himself with you. He doesn’t want to think about his dad, or Admiral Simpson, or that stupid popcorn machine, so he kisses you in hopes he’ll forget his own name.
“Bradley.” It comes out a gasp, your back arching slightly as he moves his lips to your neck, inhaling the faint scent of butter, salt, and bug spray lingering on your skin. “Bradley—”
He noses at your jaw, tilting your head up and making room for himself along the expanse of your throat. Bradley nips at your skin gently, rolling it between his teeth before blowing on it gently. His hands paw at your shirt, running up and down your sides until he catches the waistband of your shorts.
And it’s all too easy to lose focus when he’s basically depriving himself of oxygen, getting lost in your subtle warmth. Bradley squeezes his eyes closed tighter, letting his hand fall to the meat of your thigh, feeling it between his fingers as he hikes your leg over his hip. He lets his hand run along the bare skin a couple times, tracing over your goosebumps as his lips make their rushed path back to your own.
With a force that teeters on desperation, Bradley kisses you, silently begging to feel your fingers tighten in his hair, your gasps against his skin. Instead, he feels the palm of your hand cupping his cheek as you pull him away from you gently.
“Bradley, wait,” you’re panting, looking up at him with wide eyes as your hand stays planted against his face.
“Sorry—” Bradley swallows thickly, everything coming to him all at once as he hovers over you. He takes in the ragged rise and fall of your chest, the slight deshevel of your clothes, the bite marks littering your neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—” He can’t even look at you, his eyes locking with the dip of your shoulder as he moves to get off of you.
You don’t say anything as you sit up slowly, looking at him like he’s some sort of feral animal. Even from his peripheral, Bradley can feel it.
“Are you okay?”
There was that stupid question again. The exact question Bradley had been hoping to forget in the first place. Because he is okay. He always has been. And he doesn’t understand why you almost seem to insist that he isn’t.
You wet your lips. “You don’t… If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”
And Bradley knows a loaded sentence when he hears one, but the last thing he wants to do is snap at you. So he doesn’t say anything, looking down at his fingers as he tries to figure out when he started caring so much about old movies and good popcorn. And instead of getting mad at him like he thinks you will, you sit up some more, getting comfortable against his headboard.
“What’s your favorite movie?”
Bradley turns to look at you slowly. “What?”
“It just got me thinking,” you gesture towards his window that faces the backyard. “And I realized that I don’t know what your favorite movie is.”
Bradley thinks for a moment. “Back to the Future,” he says finally.
To Bradley’s surprise, you smile, biting down on your lip as if attempting to hide it.
“That’s the first movie your dad made us watch when we had those neighborhood movie nights.”
And Bradley doesn’t really know if he should be more surprised that you recalled that so quickly or that you remember those old, neighborhood movie nights at all. It’s not really weird that you remember, it was your childhood too, but it had never really occurred to Bradley that those movie nights would have mattered to anyone but himself.
“You know what I really miss?” You continue, seemingly not offended at how little Bradley is involving himself in your conversation. “Your dad’s popcorn.”
Bradley stills, his fingers no longer fidgeting, and he sucks in a breath, your words hitting him hard. “Really?”
“Don’t tell your mom, but whatever popcorn she’s buying at the store isn’t good,” you laugh lightly.
At the sound, Bradley relaxes, shifting slightly to better face you. “I know,” he lets out a soft chuckle. “Though, in fairness to her, I don’t think there’s any brand of popcorn that would be as good as my dad’s.”
You sit up suddenly, a buzz about you as you look at Bradley with a wide smile. “Do you have the Bronco keys?”
Bradley looks at you weirdly because of course he has them. It’s his car. “Yeah?”
“Good,” you hop up from his bed, grabbing his hand without thought as you stand excitedly in his room. “Come on, I want to show you something.”
That’s all the context you give Bradley as you drag him to his car. He doesn’t even know where he’s going, just following your directions like some easily excitable GPS. You’re giving nothing away though, even as Bradley argues that the place might not even be open, merely grinning in his face and then telling him to “take a left at that light”.
Bradley is thoroughly confused when you have him pull into the parking lot of one of the city's AMC theaters. It was the one you all used to go to as kids, a staple of the summer when all the big blockbuster came out. Back then, their reclining seats and surround sound system were the coolest things any of you could imagine and you all came up with things like dumping your Nerds into your popcorn so you could get in as much junk food as possible. It was the movie theater Bradley had his first date in, the first time he snuck into an R rated movie.
It’s still just the same as when you were kids, the large twinkling lights illuminating the whole parking lot as cars pull in and out. As soon as Bradley parks, you give him a look before hopping out of the car.
“Wait here.”
And so Bradley does.
For 20 minutes, Bradley switches between looking out the window for you, swiping through his phone, and wondering what the hell he’s doing here. Instagram reels only give him so much distraction, and then he switched to looking at all the large posters of upcoming movies to see if any looked interesting. They were mainly sequels, which he suspected, but there were a couple he noted to watch the trailers of later.
Finally you come out of the theater, sporting two large buckets of popcorn in your hands and a wide grin on your face. Bradley can only watch in confusion as you hop back into the car and hand one of the popcorn buckets to him.
“Enjoy,” you say dramatically before shoveling a handful of popcorn into your mouth.
Bradley looks down at the bucket of popcorn in his hands. The kernels are saturated with butter and it looks as though the golden yellow consistency seeps through each layer. He takes one between his fingers, placing it in his mouth hesitantly.
You’re looking at him expectantly as he bites down and his eyes widen slightly. The salty, buttery flavor explodes against his taste buds and the kernel doesn’t feel burnt or stale. Bradley didn’t think that he could care this much about popcorn, but everything about this night has proved that wrong and he looks up at you in thinly veiled shock.
“Good, right?” You smile, having some more of your own popcorn. “It’s the only popcorn I’ve found that’s as good as your dad’s.”
Bradley cocks his head in confusion, shoveling a handful of popcorn in his mouth with more confidence. “You got it from the movie theater?” He asks through a mouthful of kernels. “I didn’t know their popcorn could taste like that.”
You shrug. “I know a guy.”
“You know a guy?” Bradley scoffs teasingly at your answer, shifting in his seat to face you better.
“I do!” You stick your tongue out at him. “You’re not the only guy who knows people here, Mr. Quarterback.”
Bradley’s eyes crinkle as he laughs. “Yeah, alright, who’s your popcorn dealer then, sunshine?”
“Peter Binkley.”
Bradley nearly chokes on his popcorn. “Peter Binkley? No way you still talk to Peter Binkley.”
“He was my partner in chem and then he started working at the movie theater. He’d bring popcorn to our study sessions and we figured out the perfect butter to popcorn ratio,” you explain proudly. “We don’t talk a lot, but I still get free popcorn here.”
Bradley prods his cheek with his tongue thoughtfully. “He totally has a crush on you.”
“What? No, he doesn’t!” Your jaw drops, your voice raising a couple octaves.
Bradley grins. “Yes, he does. And as your boyfriend, I think I’m gonna need to shut that down immediately.”
“And how are you gonna do that?” You give him an unimpressed look.
Bradley’s eyes flit to the wall of movie posters before coming back to you. “Take you on a date to the movies, obviously.”
You seem caught off guard by that response, your fingers slipping slightly on your bucket of popcorn. Ducking your head down to avoid his gaze for a moment, you clear your throat. “How are we gonna get good popcorn if you're trying to beat Peter Binkley up in the back alley?”
Bradley pretends to think, tracing his tongue along his teeth. “You’re right,” he nods knowingly. “I guess I can put my masculine pride aside for the sake of good popcorn.”
You roll your eyes endearingly. “How courageous.”
Bradley laughs, his character breaking as he relaxes against the seat of his Bronco. You follow suit, still eating kernel after kernel of popcorn as the two of you sit in his parked car outside of an AMC theater. That itching feeling that had been consuming Bradley, that caused his thoughts to race and his heart to pound, fades away with every bite of buttery popcorn all while you’re sitting next to him with a smile on your face, the lights of the movie theater shining against your skin. Something settles in his chest and he sucks in a breath.
“Should we—” Without thinking Bradley wipes his buttery fingers against his shorts. “Should we head back?”
He feels your eyes on him. “We could… Or we could try to see how much popcorn we can throw into each other’s mouths.”
Bradley grins.
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TWO OF ME #Chapter 2
Marcus' POV
We stopped at the trash can while I dumped my leftover fried shrimp, then I heard sobbing. It was either one of the girls Asher dumped, or a bully's victim.
Turning around, I found my guess was correct. Makayla, ex number 17, and the latest, stood a metre away with a new phone. She called him again, right there. He blocked it again, right there. The message was clear.
The sobbing got louder, and she fell down to her knees. Mascara ran down her face, enhancing the whole 'I'm desperate for you' scene. "I won't let go, Asher. I won't let go until you take me back."
I sighed and switched my attention to my phone, prepared for what was going to happen next.
Okay, hold up.
As a more gentleman-like individual, I'll offer an introduction.
My name is Marcus Martinez. Lover-boy here is Asher Jerome; son of the King of Paramount, which is an island far away from our coast. Very far. It's also called the Hidden Isle. For some reason, you'll need an invite or permit to step foot there. Most call it high class, I call it superfluous. Don't e:en get me started on special occasions.
Since Asher and his brother got here, this school's been a bit, say, livelier. Tons took a liking to them at first sight, and I don't blame them. Take Asher, I mean, once you take a glance at him, you'll find yourself taking another.
He is so handsome, it's deadly. With his jet black hair, cropped a bit at the sides. The perfect natural tan, masculine beauty encrypted on his face. Those captivating, dark, and yet luminous, royal blue eyes. His lips had the faintest touch of pink, and his smile... Just a tiny lift of the corner of his lips got the whole class blushing on his first day. Male and female, teachers included.
Don't get me wrong, I'm a solely straight guy. Some guys in the school though, not so much. They weren't very subtle either; offering him rides, trading numbers, inviting him to clubs... not school activity clubs, by the way. The guy didn't even lift a finger, but he's the most popular.
We met during algebra class. Just the usual bullying. Everyday is pick-on-the-junior day. He saved me from the jerks, and he saved me from an F too. Yep, along with perfect looks, his grades are marvellous. Where do such people come from?
It's like magic. There's no girl I've met who's been able to resist him. And now, I'm beginning to doubt if he's ever going to settle for one.
His brother, identical twin, with exactly the same features; perfect face, perfect body, perfect hair... He hasn't dated anyone at all. In a way, he and his brother are opposites. Like, the way Asher is a bit of a daredevil, but Luka is a good ol' mommy's boy. Luka is sensitive, Asher is heartless. Like how, while Asher was at the cafeteria eyeing the pretty new girl, Luka is in the lab, or the library. Reading a book, or listening to music, or just chilling. He's cool.
And they are so connected, so close, that even if they weren't identical, you'd still be able to tell they were brothers. Luka's like, his best friend before me.
But there's one difference I've noticed on their physical features; Luka has one piercing, in his left ear. Asher has two, one in each ear. Once I saw him wear an earring, and would it be weird if I said his sex appeal rose, times a hundred?
But he should never know I think that, or his ego will rise even higher.
Anyway, back to the present...
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You telling me Adam telling his real name AND Makayla name UC with a white supremacist won’t have consequences ?
Like the guy won’t discover he’s a cop raising an African American girl with another white cop ? That their best friend is also an African American cop. It could be what makes him snap (?). Could be hell of a way to end the season for me 🤷🏼♀️
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Broheim (politely), Makayla Winchester Series 😙🤌 French kiss. Idk if you were planning on doing this already and I'm late to the Party. But I think I saw where you were going with the shadow man, and Holy sh!t do I wanna read that so mfing bad. Like you have no idea how excited I was. When I read that last part of the main series, my mind= blown. What a twist! (If I was truly catching your drift).
Either way if it was only meant to be four parts and there is no plan to continue the main line, then I still want to congratulate you on being one of the best fanfic writers of Tumblr history cause wow it was amazing 👏 and I wish I could read it again for the first time. I hope you have a dazzling day, a wonderful week, a marvelous month, and a y-amazing year. You are a beautiful human with a beautiful soul and deserve all the love ❤️!
I honestly don't know what to say. This is so so sweet. I've been getting a few messages like this and I can't tell you guys how much they mean to me. I've been feeling really dejected about posting on Tumblr because I've started to feel like nobody was reading or enjoying my work anymore. But this message literally made me choke up a little bit.
To answer your question, the Makayla Winchester series was left open-ended like that (with the reference to 'the shadow man') because I do want to continue writing in the same storyline. The four-part series is just a portion that is completed, but there is always the possibility that I'll bring it back. I'm not making any promises or anything, but know that the story could have a future if I can just get myself to do it haha.
But seriously, your encouragement makes all of the anxiety and frustration of sharing work online worth it. Thank you so so much. Always feel free to message me to let me know what you think or even just to say hi. I love engaging with you guys and I'd love to do it more often.
Love,
Erin
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Hey guys…I’m coming to you with some really sad news.
My cat has cancer and we need to raise money for a radiologist, the vet said it would cost like 10,000 on the slim chance that it would work. No matter how slim the chance I’m not ready to quit on him just yet, he’s my best friend and I just want to have him around a little longer.
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