i got across what i was trying to say

normanikordei: Tonight was all that I imagined. I got the chance to communicate with the fifteen year old me. During this time I faced a constant battle trying to believe that what was within me, would be enough. I can truly say that through each of these beautiful women that I have had the pleasure to experience life with, I have found my place. Through the struggle, insecurities, disappointment, self doubt, triumphs, blessings and evolution, I can say that 2012 is my proudest moment. I’m forever grateful to God for this life and the people that I have come across. I love these girls more than I’ll ever be able to put into words. They are mine and I am theirs. I dedicate every day since we were formed, and tonight, to you ♥️♥️♥️ You’re my heart and safe haven. Forever and always, Normani #DWTS #teamvalmani

Just once // SHAWN MENDES

“God, just once could you be here for me? Once. Thats all I’m asking,” I cry, my hands flying into the air. 

“I’ve always been there for you,” He says, one hand running through his messy curls.

“May I remind you last month, dinner, Michelles- 7pm? Ring any bells?” I scowl.

“I was at the studio, you know how I get after a long day writing,” Shawn turns away like he’s going to walk off.

“I texted you 3 hours before!” the anger in me uncurled, blinding me to any other emotions. “Then the meeting with my parents! We barely see them and they wanted to meet up with us and where were you?” 

He shoots me a regretful glance. “Getting drinks with the boys,” Shawn murmurs.

“Damn right you were,” I cry again, my arm flying out, knocking the wall, pain shooting up my wrist. “Shoot,” I whisper, rubbing the area to try and soothe it. 

“Baby, are you o-” He begins to ask stepping towards me. 

“Stop,” the word hangs in the air, silence engulfing us. I sigh. “Every award show, as many concerts as I can, I’m always there- cheering you on,” I look up at him. The sight of him made my stomach clench in a way that made me want to throw up. Pain from his mistake, was clear in his eyes.

“I know you are, I love that you are there for me,” He tries to say but I cut him off again.

“Then can you understand how much it meant to me, for you to be at university as I graduated? I looked for you!” my eyes began to water and I knew that soon I would become a fountain of tears. 

“When I was waiting for my diploma and I couldn’t find you I just thought ‘Maybe Shawn’s just the late, the parking was pretty bad!’” Here came the tears. “Then it got later and it was time for my year to line up and I still couldn’t see you anywhere so I just blamed it on ticket issues, or you couldn’t find which hall we were in,” I finish in a sob, my arms wrapping around my waist trying to provide a sense of comfort from the isolation I was feeling. I meet Shawn’s eyes again and it does nothing to cease my crying. 

“That wasn’t the worst part- the worst was walking across the stage and having to stare out into an audience, filled with strangers, and not being able to identify a single person who came to see you,”

I turn away, pressing my back against the wall, sliding down till I’m seated. 

“Y/N” Shawn whispers, not knowing how to approach the situation. The distance hadn’t done anything good for our relationship. It made it worse. Provided a void I didn’t know how to fix.

“After the ceremony I walked out,” I hiccup, my voice raspy after my crying episode. “Everyone was taking pictures with their family or friends or at least someone. I waited again. Hoping that maybe you were just seriously late and you would at least show up to take a photo with me in my robes before I had to return them,” I stare across the room. 

“I waited for at least an hour. You didn’t show. I returned the robes. Got in my car. Drove back home.” I shrug my shoulders as if it wasn’t that big of a deal. My teary, red eyes lock with his watery ones.

“You were here of course, watching TV, Should have guessed,” I say sarcastically, pulling myself from the ground and trying to appear stronger then what I felt inside. 

“Baby I swear I completely forgot- I never meant to miss you graduate,” He pleads reaching out to grab one of my hands. I tug my hand out his grasp.

“But you did, you always do it. Whether its because of work, distracting you, making you forget or some other reason you always seem to forget me and that’s- that’s okay because I’ve realized I’ll always come second best to you and I always will,” I chuck my diploma on the kitchen bench, the paper making a soft slap against the cold marble.

I turn and begin to make my way upstairs, my eyes sore and dry. 

“Y/n, please, baby no, I’ll do anything to make this up, make it up to you,” Shawn calls trailing me up the stairs. I turn around to face him.

“Just,” I cry, pausing to calm the anger that reappeared. “I need space right now,” I reach the top of the stairs and go to the cupboard pulling out an overnight bag and begin to quickly chuck clothes I may need.

“What are you doing? Stop! What is that supposed to mean?” Shawn calls tugging at the roots of his hair in a stressed manor. 

“I’m leaving for a couple nights, I’ll stay at Sammy’s,” I say calmly. 

“Like hell you are,” Shawn goes to my bag and pulls things out I previously put in.

I’m leaving,” I state firmly holding his gaze. “You can’t stop me,” 

“Will you come back?” He asks and for a fraction of a second he looks scared and vunrable. A fraction. 

Maybe,” I say, finishing up with my bag, I race to the front door, lugging my bag with me as Shawn chases after me.

Once I go to open the door I look back at him as he gives me a wavering look, begging me not to leave.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll forget I was ever here in the first place,” with that remark I slam the door shut.

Originally posted by everythingshawnmendes

it took me so long to write this i honestly should have broken this up into multiple parts lmao.  also i’m a slut for daveed diggs’ tjeff.

title: serendipity
fandom: hamilton
pairing: tjeff x reader
rating: t
word count: 4010 (WTF YA’LL???)

“I’m not going to flirt with the TA for a higher grade, Angelica!”

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It’s months until they hear from Max. Sam messages him a couple times but when he gets no response, he leaves it. He can see why Max might not want to know. It was Sam, after all, alone in the room with Alicia when - well. Maybe Max thinks that Sam could have done more. Maybe he isn’t thinking much of anything. Sam remembers himself, after Dean died, strung out and desperate on drink and drugs. He’s worried. But he doesn’t know what else to do. And then other stuff happens, big stuff with Cas and Kellie and Mom, and Max slides gradually toward the back of Sam’s mind.

Ten months later they’re in Ohio hunting a skinwalker and Sam hears a familiar voice cut through the noise of the bar. He looks up to see Max, looking pretty healthy all told, and he’s already raised his hand and his voice in greeting when Max steps sideways and Sam sees Alicia behind.

Oh God.

Max’s face shutters over when he catches Sam’s eye, his jaw tensing stubborn. He shakes his head. Sam nods towards the back door; meets Max two minutes later in the alley.

“Max,” he says, low and reproachful, and Max says, “What could I do?”

Sam wants to cry. Max is only a kid. And it isn’t like Sam and Dean have a stellar record in terms of dealing well with loss. But this particular situation… it’s buzzing hot in his mind, insistent pressure like there’s something squeezing out against the walls of his skull.

“Does she know?” he says.

Max’s eyes slide sideways.

“You gotta tell her,” Sam says, hoarse. “You got to, Max.”

“I know,” Max says. “But I don’t…” He’s welling up, bottom lip shaking though he’s trying to be tough. “I don’t know what to say to her any more. I have to tell her. She’s pissed with me most of the time because I’m acting weird. But I don’t… how do you tell someone that they’re not real? That they’re not… she’s gonna be so mad at me.”

“No,” Sam says. “No. You gotta tell her. It’s her. You gotta tell her. You have to, man.”

“I can’t,” says Max, and before Sam knows it he’s got his arm across Max’s neck and he’s slammed him back into the wall.

Max’s feet are barely touching the ground, scrabbling frantic and Sam says, “Don’t give me that shit.” He says, “You should have told her ten months ago. Max. Jesus. How’s she gonna… how are you going to go on when she knows how long you lied?”

“I don’t wanna lose her,” Max says. “She’ll leave.”

“Fuck, man,” Sam says. “If you don’t tell her then she’d be better off gone. How can she trust anything, if she can’t trust you?”

Max is crying properly now, snotty, and Sam lets him down, staggers backward and watches through blurry eyes as Max bends over with a hand on the wall behind him, breathes deep, composes himself, straightens up. He swallows, nods.

“You’re right,” he says. “I will. I’ll tell her.”

“Yeah,” says Sam. “Because if you don’t, I will.”

Max tenses up at that, shoots Sam a look with violet eyes, then rubs a hand down over his face. “I got it,” he says. He lingers for a moment, mouth open in an unspoken question, but in the end he doesn’t ask it. Instead, he turns and goes back into the bar.

Sam’s left in the alley. He should go back in. He will. But he’s thinking about Alicia, poor doll-Alicia, twigs and twine and memories and that’s all she is. What a thing to learn. Cas would say it was an interesting philosophical question, Alicia’s humanity, her identity with her self. Sam might choose another adjective. Duct tape and safety pins, he thinks.

The Party Part 3 (Reggie x Reader)

Part 1  Part 2

A/N: The long awaited part three. Sorry it took so long to put up.

 “Here put this on your jaw” You told Reggie as you handed him a bag of frozen peas from your freezer. There was a nasty purple bruise starting to form from where Archie had hit him hours before. That wasn’t all as his eye was starting to swell shut also.

“Are you serious?” Reggie asked bewildered.

“You’re a football player, are you telling me that you never had to put something frozen on you before?” You huffed. Reggie shook his head and grumbled something under his breath and placed the peas on his jaw but not for long as he hissed the minute it touched.

“Reg, I know it’s hurts but if you want the swelling to go down you’ll handle the pain”

“Whatever” He placed it back on his jaw and laid back on his bed, closing his eyes or his eye to forget the pain.

“What happened anyway?” You asked after a moment of silence,  fingers running through his hair.

“A fight”

“I know that smart one but why? How did you guys start fighting in the first place? Was it about me?”

“Obviously babe, no offensive. I umm..  I was the one who started it”

“You what?” You asked shocked, you knew Reggie was a shit starter but you didn’t think he would of done it with your brother knowing what had went down.

“I’m sorry you know but I couldn’t let it go on any longer. I can’t stand to see you so upset and this fight between you guys was killing you. You can’t tell me it wasn’t because I know it was.” You let out a breath you didn’t know that you were holding. He had done it for you but it didn’t make it any better. “I knew how to push Archies buttons so I did. Don’t punish him for this, just me” You shook your head at Reggie and let a smile come across your face.

“I’m not happy about this but honestly what did you say?” Reggie sighed before he answered

“The boys were talking crap. I didn’t understand at the time but Jughead did so when he teased me I got pissed. Archie could tell and try to stop but I led them on, saying things about how good  you’re in bed. I knew he would fight me then. Who would want someone talking about their sister that way.”

“You’re idiot sometimes you know that right?”

“Yeah the pain proves it”

“It’s the thought that counts babe so thank you for that. No matter what you said about me I still love you”

“I love you too but you really need to talk to Andrews. I’ll be fine so go on” Reggie said trying to push you off the bed.

“Are you sure?” You asked getting to your feet, and fixing your wrinkled dress.

“Yes go” You gave Reggie a kiss on his cheek before you headed out on your walk back home. This would give you some time to think everything over in your head before you met with reality.

—–

 “I’m home” You shouted as you walked into your house. It’s been days since you been here and it felt nice.

“About time” You looked up to see where the sound came from and saw Archie standing in the kitchen, icing his hand.

“You got a mean punch” You said jokily trying to break this uncomfortable mood.

“Serious? You’re going to make jokes” Archie just shook his head and try to push his way out of the kitchen but you blocked the way.

“I just want you to lighten up”

“Me really? Nice going sis” He passed you and headed for the stairs.

“Please I just want to talk” Archie turned to face you again, his face was clearly showing anger.

“What could you possibly have to say to me? That you hooked up with the one person I can’t stand or is it that YOU LOVE HIM? Please if you want to talk just do it already because we both know you’re mad at me.”

“Seems like it’s just you mad at me” You let out and Archie just rolled his eyes, not really knowing what to do. “I’m not mad at you. I know why you guys were fighting”

“Reggie?” You nodded.

“He told me he started it because he couldn’t stand to see us fight anymore. I’m sorry Arch I really am. I never meant for any of this to happened. It was supposed to be a one time thing that came from too much alcohol but it turned more” It was true Reggie and you had hooked up at Cheryl party over the summer and from there it turned into love. Hook ups at parties turned into late nights at Pop’s and sitting down by the river telling each others, your guys hopes and dreams. It was never suppose to be anything more but you found something you didn’t want to let go of.

“I love him Arch and nothing is going to change that. Not you, not dad, not anyone. I’m not going to wish for anyone else because he’s all I need and I’m not sorry for that.” Archie stare at you but not with wide eyes just his normal look. He was speechless from everything you had said. The look in your eyes as you talked about Reggie made him feel sorrow and guilt from all of the events that had happened lately. He didn’t like it but at the end of the day he wanted his sister by his side even if it meant dealing with the one person he couldn’t stand.

“Forgive me?”  You begged with tears forming in your eyes from your anxiety.

“Only if you forgive me” Archie said with a smile on his face and he held out his hand that wasn’t injury. You took it and hugged him tightly.

“Were even then”

“We are”

“So ummm Pizza?”  You asked

“If you’re paying” You were already in the kitchen getting the phone when Archie spoke up

“Maybe you could invited Reggie?” He said with a shugg.

“Probably wouldn’t be able to see to get here.” Archie laughed at your respond

“Yeah I guess I hit him a little too hard”

“Just a little” You knew then that everything was going to be okay in the Andrews household even when Mantle came around.

anonymous asked:

I guess requests are open now??? What would the RFA member's reaction to MC eating some kind of candy or food that gets them sexually frustrated or amused? (I'm sorry for this gaahh)

Author’s note: Don’t be sorry, I LOVED WRITING THIS!!! ps: this was asked awhile ago

Yoosung

  • “That was soooo much fun!!!!”
  • Yoosung’s college was hosting a carnival and after days of begging him he finally brought you
  • After your fourth time on the Ferris Wheel, you felt your stomach growl
  • Yooosunggg, can we get something to eat?”
  • He peaked his head over the giant teddy bear he won for you
  • “Sure! I think I saw a food stand around here somewhere…”
  • “I want cotton candy.”
  • “O-Okay! But you know that isn’t the best-”
  • “I know,” you glared at him, “it’s ‘not the best food choice for you.’” 
  • I mean, he eats junk food all the time, why he is lecturing you??
  • He sighed, I guess there’s no way of talking her out of it
  • When you finally found a vendor, you rushed up to him and told Yoosung to find the two of you a seat
  • He found a picnic table and set the bear down next to him
  • You bought the sweet treat and sat across from your boyfriend
  • “Do you want some?”
  • Yoosung shook his head, “Nah, I’m good.”
  • “More for me!”
  • You ripped off a piece of the fluffy candy and placed it on your tongue, letting it melt
  • “Mmm, that’s so good.”
  • Yoosung was mesmerized
  • He watched as you continued to eat, taking a piece, placing it on your tongue, and letting it melt
  • Every so often you would let out a satisfied groan
  • I mean, how good IS that cotton candy??
  • Yoosung felt his face heat up as he watched you suck the sticky residue off of your fingers
  • When you finished, you licked your lips, trying to get the last of the stubborn sugar
  • You got up and stretched, “Ready to go?”
  • He continued to stare at you
  • “…Yoosung?”
  • “A-Ah, sorry! Let’s go.”
  • He stood up and gave you an embarrassed smile
  • “What do you want to do next?”
  • You were about to answer, when you noticed something
  • “Yoosung?”
  • “Hmm?”
  • You smirked and walked toward him, stopping right in front of him
  • “Looks like someone got a little… excited,” you whispered.
  • He looked down and gasped
  • Quickly, he grabbed the bear he had won and placed it in front of him
  • He looked back up at you, face BRIGHT red
  • “I-I’m sorry, it’s just-”
  • You put a finger to his lips, “I think I know what I want to ride next.”
  • He almost passed out then and there
  • You reached into his pocket and grabbed his keys
  • He’s basically dead at this point
  • “Let’s go home.”

Zen

  • He laughed when he saw you walking back from the buffet table it was “just for cast,” but Zen had smooth talked the director into letting you have some
  • You had a MOUNTAIN of strawberries (with the tops cut off) piled onto a tiny plate and one stuffed in your mouth
  • You set the plate down on the table and sat across from your boyfriend
  • “Why’re yew laughng,” you attempted to speak mid-chew
  • Zen covered his mouth, a smile still evident on his face
  • “You’re just…”
  • You raised an eyebrow, “Just what?”
  • “SO cute!!” he leaned forward and kissed your forehead
  • You swallowed the rest of the strawberry and glared at him
  • “Zen, you know I hate being called that!”
  • He rested his head on his chin, “But its trueeee!!!”
  • Sighing, you looked back down at the plate of strawberries on the table
  • That gives me an idea…
  • You picked up another strawberry and bit off the tip, letting your lips linger around it
  • “Mmm,” you closed your eyes, “this strawberry is amazing!”
  • You leaned forward slightly, pressing your upper body against the table, “You should try it, babe.”
  • Before he could say anything, you gently forced the berry into his mouth
  • He reluctantly bit it, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time
  • You retracted your arm and smiled, “Wasn’t that good?”
  • Zen looked around to make sure no one was staring
  • “MC, what are you doing?”
  • You furrowed your brows and tilted your head, “Me? I’m just trying to share some food with boyfriend, simple as that!!”
  • He gave you a suspicious look and shrugged, “If you insist!!”
  • Zen reached out for another strawberry
  • “Oh no you don’t!!”
  • You smacked his hand away from the plate
  • He cradled his hand and looked up at you
  • “What the hell?”
  • “Only I’m allowed to give you one.”
  • He smirked, “Someone’s feeling a little… controlling.”
  • I’d rather you say I was-“
  • You leaned over the table and got close to his face
  • “-dominating.”
  • Zen gulped, a light blush quickly spreading across his face
  • He clenched his fist, “MC, you know I can’t control the beast when you act like this…”
  • Without moving away from his face, you reached for another strawberry
  • “Open up!”
  • You placed one part of the strawberry in your mouth and closed the gap between your lips and his
  • He took the bait, taking the strawberry out of your mouth and eating it
  • You leaned away and looked at your boyfriend
  • You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing
  • His eyes were filled with pure lust, and his cheeks were flushed
  • “C-Come with me.”
  • He stood up and held out his hand
  • “And bring the strawberries,” he looked down at the table
  • You happily obliged as he lead you to his dressing room
  • Before entering, you stopped and turned to him
  • “Not so cute now, am I?”
  • He stared at you for a second before kissing you, leading you into the room and closing the door behind you

Jaehee

  • POP
  • “That was really nice of Jumin to give us that gift basket!”
  • POP
  • “Uh-huh…”
  • POP
  • “Of course, he doesn’t really like sweets, so I guess it wasn’t really out of the goodness of his heart.”
  • POP
  • “Y-Yeah.”
  • POP
  • “Jaehee, are you okay?”
  • She gave you a silent nod, her eyes never leaving your lips
  • Jaehee watched you put the lollipop into your mouth and pop it back out
  • Your tongue continued swirling around the candy, making little wet sounds as you went on
  • She took a big breath, trying to calm herself
  • Jaehee rubbed her slightly sweaty hands on her pants and stood up
  • “I-I’ll be right back.”
  • You looked at your flustered girlfriend, slightly confused
  • Before she could leave, you grabbed her wrist, pulling her close to you
  • You placed a hand on her forehead
  • “You feel kinda warm, and your cheeks are flushed. Are you sick?”
  • Jaehee bit her lip, “N-no, it’s not that.”
  • When you leaned in closer, your hand brushed her inner thigh
  • Jaehee sucked in a sharp breath and looked away, her glasses slightly fogging up
  • “MC, be careful.”
  • You smirked
  • Now I get it.
  • You turned her face toward you and leaned in
  • “Let’s take a trip back to the bedroom.”
  • Jaehee stared at you before closing the gap, pressing her slips lightly against yours
  • When you pulled back, she smiled
  • Taste just like candy.

Jumin

  • The RFA was holding their daily meeting, and Jaehee was updating everyone on the current status of the party
  • But Jumin wasn’t listening to A WORD she was saying
  • His attention was focused purely on you
  • He thought back to this morning, when this whole situation began

When you woke up, you heard your alarm clock going off. Confused and still half asleep, you rolled over to look at it.

“OH SHIT!”

You shot up, disturbing your sleeping boyfriend.

“MC, stop moving.”

“Jumin it’s almost 8 o’clock… we’re going to be-”

He was out of bed before you could finish.

“Get dressed and grab something you can eat on the go. I won’t have time to make pancakes this morning.”

You nodded, heading to your closet and grabbing the first shirt you could find.

  • He sighed
  • Of course you had to choose a banana…
  • Completely unaware of Jumin’s heavy stare, you continued eating your breakfast, taking dainty little bites every couple of seconds
  • Jumin clenched his jaw, trying to calm himself
  • As you were finishing it up, he watched as you shoved the rest of it into your mouth
  • Shit.
  • He stood up and cleared his throat
  • “MC, I have an idea for a guest that I must discuss with you.”
  • Jaehee sighed, “Can’t it wait until after the meeting?”
  • Jumin glared at his assistant
  • “No.”
  • He quickly left the room, MC on his heels
  • “What’s the name of-”
  • As soon as the door closed, Jumin pushed you against the wall and grabbed your chin
  • Desperately, he pressed his lips to yours
  • After pulling away, he looked into your eyes
  • “I need you. Now.”
  • He dragged you away from the conference room and down the hall
  • When he walked into the office he let go of your wrist
  • “W-what the hell, Jumin?”
  • He locked the door and walked toward you, his eyes never leaving your lips
  • Before you knew it, you were backed up against his desk
  • “Jumin-”
  • In one quick motion he lifted you up and placed you on his desk
  • He began kissing your neck
  • “I love you,” his kissed down your jawline, “so damn much.”
  • Needless to say, the two of you never got back to that meeting

Seven

  • “Saeran is gonna be sooo jealous!”
  • You and Seven had decided to take a little detour on your ride home from work by stopping to get some ice cream
  • Of course, you didn’t think about Saeran until AFTER you ordered
  • “Hold this, I have an idea,” you handed Seven your ice cream cone
  • You pulled away from the drive thru, “I’ll just park outside the house and we’ll eat it in the car! That way we’ll finish it before Saeran even knows!
  • Seven smiled, “It’ll be our little secret.”
  • You drove back to your home and pulled into the driveway
  • When you parked the car he handed you back your ice cream
  • “Bon appetite, my sweet,” he winked
  • Quickly, you grabbed your ice cream cone and got to work
  • Seven focused on his cone, basically INHALING it
  • 2 minutes later, he was done
  • “That was amazing,” he said, wiping his fingers
  • He looked back over to you
  • WHAT?? You’ve barely made a dent!!”
  • You shrugged and gave him a look, “I like to actually taste my food before swallowing it.”
  • He sighed as you went back to eating your cold treat
  • Seven watched as you dragged your tongue around the rim of the cone
  • He bit his lip to hold back a moan
  • As you continued to lap away at your ice cream, Seven felt his core heat up
  • He followed each movement of your mouth as you continued to lick, letting imagination take control
  • “Damn,” you sighed, “I don’t think I’ll be able to finish.”
  • You looked over at your husband, “Do you want the rest?”
  • He stared blankly at you, still biting his lip
  • “Seven?”
  • He shook his head, zoning back in, “…Hmm?”
  • You held up your ice cream, “Do you want this??”
  • “Sure.”
  • He reached for the cone and took it too quick, causing some of the ice cream to fall on his pants
  • “Shit, sorry-”
  • “Don’t worry about it,” you interrupted, grabbing a napkin out of the bag
  • You began wiping the melted dessert off of his pants
  • “You don’t have to-aHH!”
  • Seven’s hips thrust forward as you wiped the napkin across his crotch area
  • Smirking, you looked up at him
  • “Hmm, I might need to check if any seeped through to your underwear,” you leaned forward, messing with his zipper
  • “MC,” he hissed under his breath, “don’t be such a tease!”
  • Before you could take it any further, you heard someone clear their throat
  • You leaped back, hitting your head on the car door
  • “SAERAN??”
  • Seven’s twin stood in front of the car with his arms crossed
  • “H-how long have you been standing there?”
  • He remained silent, ignoring his brother’s question
  • After a couple of seconds he sighed
  • “Next time… you better get me some damn ice cream.”
  • With that, turned around and walked back toward the house, leaving Seven and MC both bright red messes
Purple Jewels (M) | 02

Word Count: 6,730
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, Supernatural, Fluff & Slight angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help. 

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what are some songs that you find are good for worship?

99: “Calm down. I look a lot worse than I am.” (second prompt from the anon who asked for andreil! This is going to be exactly what you think it is :)))))

When Aaron’s ringtone bleats at Andrew from his jeans, he feels hyper-focus snap through him like the crack of latex gloves going on: skin-tight, hands about to get dirty.

He holds a finger up to Bee where she’s thumbing through her appointment notes, and flips his phone open, pressing it in snug to his ear.

“Andrew?” He hears, Aaron’s voice sounding stretched thin, his usual annoyance worn away in the middle.

“Aaron,” he replies, and Bee smiles in absent understanding, turning back to her work.

“Listen to everything I’m going to say before you hang up, okay?”

Andrew goes still. “Talk fast.”

“It’s Neil,” Aaron says, like his mouth is full of stinging bees. Andrew’s skull trades places with his ankles, or, something too small to be real has his head in a vice, and his legs are sloshy useless.  

“Where?”

“I told you to listen,” Aaron hisses.

“Where?” Andrew repeats evenly. He’s already calculating the time, the steps to the court, fox tower, Abby’s place, Wymack’s apartment. Aaron shares Andrew’s resentment, though, and the other end of the line goes glacial.

“Aaron. Tell me where he is.”

Bee looks up, all her features tipping down like a kaleidoscope shifting — smile inverting, mouth shifting sideways.

“He’s not dead. And you can’t tell me you didn’t expect him to get beat up at some point, Andrew, he’s a hazard.”

He knows. He knows, Neil is the only caution sign that Andrew regrets ignoring, he’s a bad fall waiting to happen.

“I don’t care what you think he is or is not,” Andrew says, and Bee makes the mistake of looking sympathetic in his direction. Andrew slams one hand down on the desk, enjoying the controlled jump of the objects on it.

“Right. You just care about you,” Aaron says. Andrew gets up from his chair and leaves the room, ignoring Bee’s resigned sigh behind him. “And him, I guess. Josten,” he clarifies, like Andrew doesn’t know, like he could stop knowing.

Aaron pauses, then exhales. “Nicky should’ve been the one to call you, but he’s. He’s staunching the blood flow. I told him what to do.” It sounds important to him that Andrew knows this. Andrew barely registers it, he’s busy throwing every door open between him and his car with his phone still pressed to his ear.

“It’s… your boyfriend got hit by a car,” Aaron gets out, finally. Andrew takes a knife out, just for the feel of it in his palm. “It was a dark—I dunno. SUV? Tinted glass. We think it was a— no Kevin, I know— we think it was a Wesninski, not a Moriyama.”

“Don’t say that name.” He says it on a dry throat, and the words catch. There’s a sticky silence.

“Fox Tower parking lot. Should we call the cops?”

“No,” Andrew says, and he climbs into his car, turning the engine over, wanting it as angry as he is. “Don’t call anyone, don’t talk to anyone, not until I get there.”

“He’ll bleed out.”

The fact that Aaron called Andrew before 911 at all is a miracle.

“Keep him awake.” He hangs up, and the parking lot he’s in might as well be a peak on a mountain for how remote it feels. He speeds. A lot. He crumples the space between him and Neil into a ball and throws it in the fucking garbage.

When he rounds the familiar turn into the parking lot, a small crowd has amassed near where Matt’s car is parked diagonally and a dozen athletes are wringing their hands.

Andrew swerves close enough to them that they have to physically leap out of the way, and he’s out of the car without turning the engine off or closing the door behind him.

He shoves some kid to the ground, and then it’s Allison and Dan linked at the arms, and they move out of the way without being told.

Andrew’s eyes find Neil’s and he wants to go back to last year and physically cut him out of his life, he wants to raise a fist or a knife at Neil and have him take it seriously, he never wants Neil hurt again.

He’s propped up on the curb with his left arm in pieces and blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth. He smiles when he sees Andrew and his teeth are red.

Andrew drops to his knees and fists one hand in Neil’s sweaty bangs.

“What the fuck did you do?” He shakes him. “What did you do?”

Neil jostles hard, and the pain of it shows on his face. His mouth is a slash of white paint. “Calm down. I look a lot worse than I am.”  

Andrew takes his broken arm by the wrist and lifts it. Neil cries out, and his good hand twitches towards Andrew’s shirt but stops. Still not taking without permission, even in the throes of mindless agony.

Andrew can see that there’s something seriously wrong, Neil’s shirt is ripped and his side is already mottled with bruising. Neil’s breaths take two tries before they go anywhere. Internal bleeding, probably. Any number of trashed organs. A shitty brave face and a future narrowing to a crack in a closing window.

“Look,“ Neil says, and he raises his broken arm until it’s at Andrew’s face level. “I’ve got some grip.” He makes a loose fist and a tear rolls down his cheek.

“Your bone is outside your arm,” Andrew says. He puts both hands on Neil’s neck, and notices for the first time Nicky kneeling a metre away, a jacket on over his naked torso. The missing shirt is wadded on Neil’s side soaked in blood. Matt’s hovering at Neil’s head, watching them both. Beyond him, Renee’s standing guard, her expression carefully controlled and her eyes trained on Andrew.

“Who was it?”

“I don’t know,” Neil slurs. His right hand is back at Andrew’s shirt, hovering, blind. “One of Lola’s maybe. One of dad’s. Loose ends, victimless crime. I don’t exist, anyway.”

It’s barely coherent. Andrew’s grip tightens and tightens. “You’re Neil Josten.”

“Number ten, stick size three, starting striker,” he recites. “Andrew—“ his eyes are open but they’re looking too far to the right.

He takes Neil’s hand and pulls it up so it meets Andrew’s chest. It instantly twines in the dark fabric and Neil’s mouth twitches then slackens. His grip on consciousness is starting to look like that sad fist he’d tried for: more painful when it’s there than when it’s not.

“Thank you,” Neil whispers.

“Stop it.”

“I mean it.” In an act of supreme defiance, Neil stays awake, and focuses more, blue eyes clear and forward-facing. “Last time I wanted to say more.” His hand splays across Andrew’s heart. “I wanted to kiss you again before I died.”

“You’re not dying.”

“I’m not doing such a great job of surviving.”

“When have you ever,” Andrew says, and then he hooks his fingers in the long ends of Neil’s hair. “Try harder.”

Sirens kick in somewhere nearby, and Andrew’s eyes instinctively find Aaron.

“Don’t look at me,” he says, and points at Matt.

“We got home and he was bleeding on the ground, what was I supposed to do,” Matt says, and he reaches to stabilize Neil’s neck when it cranes towards him.

Andrew bats his hand away easily. “Don’t touch him.”

Matt’s expression sours. “He’s not just yours, you know. We’re a team.

Andrew doesn’t respond. He feels like he’s the one with a punctured lung.

Neil tugs his attention back where it should be with a gentle pull on his collar. The ambulance pulls up a minute later, but he’s only peripherally aware of it. “You don’t need to come. I know you don’t like hospitals.”

“I have to,” Andrew says.

He’s jostled sideways by a paramedic, and it wrenches him out of his head.

Don’t—“

“Andrew,” Kevin warns, and if it were anyone else he would’ve ignored them.

He stands and watches Neil’s uncharacteristically weak-looking body fold onto a stretcher. It’s sickening, the juxtaposition of blood and woozy smiles. The chaos of Neil’s broken body is starting to look familiar, something violent and troubling like the foxes are violent and troubling.

“He’s coming with me,” Neil orders, his grip bruising Andrew’s wrist.

Other people are speaking but Neil’s water and Andrew’s face down in it. He leaves his car; he leaves the foxes and the bloody t-shirt and his panic. When he’s forced into the waiting room not by doctors or security but by Neil’s quiet voice, he thinks he might be learning to breathe underwater.

“Don’t make this sentimental.”

Previous parts: “Someone like me doesn’t get happy endings.” | “I can take care of myself.”

Word count: 1712

Warnings: none

A/N: The final part to this Bucky x reader series! Hope you guys like it.

Mood music: At Last by Martin Landh

Originally posted by little--batman

It’s three in the morning and you’re still awake, staring at the man who shared your bed. His head rests in his hands as he sleeps peacefully for the first time in seventy years and you smile as you think about how much you truly loved him. The pain he’d suffered melted away when he was with you and he looked entirely at peace and content as he slept, a welcome change to the guilt ridden hours he spent awake.

You shift against him, leaning into him as he sleeps and you curl your fingers in his soft hair; it was shorter since he cut it a few weeks ago. It suits him, you think as you study the face you fell in love with. You trace the contour of his cheek before traveling down to caress the hard edge of his jaw. You move down to his left shoulder and stroked the scars that joined his flesh to metal. Your fingers continue down to the curve of back, stroking down his spine. Then, as if a spell is broken, his eyes open to find yours gazing into them.

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William Pointdexter is a Romantic Dork

“Here.”

Nursey blinked, staring at the bouquet of flowers Will held out in one clenched fist. He’d never admit it, but he paused for a good ten seconds in shock, his gaze bouncing from the flowers to where Dex was determinedly staring at the floor.  Growing impatient, Dex’s white-knuckled hand clenched tighter around the flowers, dislodging several petals as he shook them slightly. Seeing his cue, Nursey leaned against his doorway to deliver a properly chill and suave response.

“Those are flowers.” he blurted, inwardly cringing before it was even out of his mouth. But at least it got Dex to look up from the carpet, giving Nursey a familiar sarcastic grin.

“Wow, really Nurse. Thanks for letting me know.” he chirped

“Well I, well I was just-” Nursey sputtered, desperately trying to regain chill.

Dex returned his gaze to the floor, “Look, I know it’s stupid. But my dad-” he sighed, a blush spreading across his flawless cheekbones, “He always used to say that if I ever wanted to take a girl out, I had to get her flowers cause that shows you’re really interested in getting to know her. I don’t think this is what he has in mind but-”

Nursey grabbed the flowers, bringing them to his nose and inhaling the familiar scent of his favorite flowers.

“I love them.”

And the smile on Dex’s face made up for all the awkwardness of that moment.

try again {part i}

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word count: 1,423

A/N: This is part one of the angsty/emotional series I was talking about the other day. Feedback would be great. Let me know if you think I should continue it!!

Tears stung my eyes and my heart felt heavy in my chest. I should be used to this by now, but I’m not. I never will be. It’s so tiresome and heart wrenching.

Shawn sat beside me. He wrapped his arm around me and rubbed my arm gently while we sat in the floor of our bathroom. He gingerly caressed my hair and kissed my forehead, attempting to soothe me. It was difficult to be soothed at this point, though.

“Darling, please don’t cry. We can try again.” he said sweetly, but his words irritated me. He didn’t understand what this was like for me, he never would. I tried not to sound angry when I spoke to him.

“That’s all we have been doing for the past two years, Shawn! It’s not going to work. It will never work. There is no trying again. We just need to face the fact that there’s something wrong with me and we can’t have a baby. We’re never going to have any children.” I spat out, I was surprised at how hurtful my words sounded.

“How do we know it’s you? It’s not necessarily because you can’t get pregnant.” Shawn said. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me, we don’t know.”

I looked at the pregnancy test setting on the bathroom counter. I thought about how many of those I had bought since Shawn and I had been married. Then I thought about how many of them ended up saying not pregnant, which sadly was the same number. It had gotten to the point where Shawn and I both got giddy whenever my period was just a day late. I knew now to never get my hopes up because I knew what it would say every time: not pregnant. My thoughts made my head throb and the crying only made it ache worse. I rested my head in my hands, trying to resist the pounding headache that was coming.

Shawn rubbed my back lovingly with his large hands. He soon left the floor and walked across the room, starting a bath. I hoped he made the water hot how I liked it. I smelled the rosemary and lavender bubble bath that I always used when I was upset. The loving gesture by Shawn made me want to smile, but I couldn’t. I stood up to walk over to the bathtub. I removed my clothes and sank into the water, which was steaming hot. Shawn had already went to our bedroom, leaving me for some alone time.

I took my time washing my hair. I needed to calm myself as much as possible and besides Shawn, a hot bath was the only thing that could soothe me like this. After washing my body and letting the water turn cold, I stepped out onto the towel Shawn had left on the floor and picked up the one he left for me to dry my body with. I subconsciously did my nightly routine and nearly fell asleep while doing so. I paced across the cold floor the crawl into bed with Shawn. Too tired to dry my hair, I went to bed with it wet and cold. Regardless of this, Shawn still cuddled me against his chest.

I glanced over at the clock to see it was around midnight already. I was exhausted but couldn’t fall asleep. I knew Shawn hadn’t fallen asleep either, because he still fidgeted while laying next to me.

“Thank you for starting a bubble bath for me.” I thanked him.

“No problem, did you enjoy it?”

“I loved it. I’m sorry for raising my voice at you earlier..” I trailed off, “I just get so frustrated.” Shawn nodded his head to tell me understood. His facial expression and his eyes told me he was listening to me, so I continued to talk.

“Some people don’t even want to have a baby and they do. You and I want a baby more than anyone does. We try for over a year, nearly two and we can’t have one.” My face now felt hot and prickly. Tears threatened to spill over once more and I did not stop them. “Before we even got engaged, we talked about what a big family we wanted and how exciting it would all be. We can’t even have one baby, not one, Shawn.”

At this point, I was sobbing and Shawn was holding me against his chest. He kissed my forehead and calmed me somewhat.

“Hey, look at me. Baby, look at me.” I looked up at him and he spoke quietly to me. “I’m not going to lie and tell you it’s okay because we both know it’s not. This is heartbreaking for the both of us. But we will find a way to make this work, we’ll find a way to have the family we have both always wanted, okay?”

“Okay.” I replied, but I didn’t believe it.

We said our goodnights then finally fell asleep. Tears stuck to my face as I fell asleep, but I was too comfortable in Shawn’s strong arms to wipe them away.


I awoke the next morning before Shawn. I didn’t get out of bed yet because I needed his comfort still. While waiting for Shawn to awake, I became lost in my thoughts. Wouldn’t this just be easier if we just told someone what we were going through? We could tell both of our parents, surely they would be some help if they knew. No, we cannot tell them. I don’t want anyone’s pity and I know Shawn doesn’t either.

It would be much easier to let some of our family know, but I loathe to be pitied. For now, we would just let everyone think we were waiting until Shawn’s career slowed down. In reality, we were willing to raise children even with Shawn’s hectic career and our chaotic lives.

As soon as Shawn and I knew we were completely in love with each other over six years ago, we began talking about our future together. Our future included buying an apartment together, getting married, travel the world together, and lastly, have children. Having children was the only thing on that list of our future that we hadn’t fulfilled yet. Sometimes, I think maybe we waited too late. We waited too long to get married and now either one of us or both of us aren’t at our ‘prime’ to have children.

No matter what was causing us to not be able to have a baby, I still dreamed of the pitter-patter of little feet running all around our house. I dreamed of first words and first birthdays and first steps. I dreamed of a house full of children. Shawn and I both wanted at least three, maybe more. I even yearned for the nights awake with Shawn, trying to calm our screaming newborn in the early hours of the morning. I wanted it all.

While Shawn slept so peacefully, I took in his gorgeous features and thought of how beautiful our children could be. They could have his dark hair and plump lips, my tan skin, both of our big, radiant brown eyes. I smiled, picturing how beautiful our children would be if we could ever have any, and began twirling my fingers through tufts of Shawn’s hair. He started to move then his eyes fluttered open. He smiled when he saw me playing with his hair.

“Morning, love.” he spoke in raspy voice before kissing my nose.

“Goodmorning.” I replied.


The next night while laying on the couch together, Shawn brought up the subject.

“So, what do you want to do about this?” he said. He didn’t even have to tell me because I knew ‘this’ meant not being able to conceive. I looked at him, trying to process what all of this even meant, what could we do?

“We could go to the doctor, they’ll probably run some tests to see if there’s some type of physical condition causing this. If not, they will probably send me for infertility treatments.” I spoke quietly. Shawn nodded.

“I’ll cancel the photo shoot I have tomorrow, we will go to the doctor tomorrow, sound good?”

“Okay.” I lied, but it didn’t sound good. I didn’t want to have my fears confirmed. I didn’t want them to tell us we couldn’t have children. Shawn and I ended up falling asleep on the couch that night. Partly because we were too comfortable to get up, but mostly because we were too exhausted.

EARTH & FIRE - (moana) maui x reader

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“Could I get a request with readerxMaui? The reader is another demigod but of the Fire and earth, she has lived with Moana’s family ever since Maui took the heart, but she has never really forgotten him. But she promises Moana’s grandmother that she will protect Moana so when they find Maui and he chits her in that cave, the reader gets mad and actually reveals herself sooner than planned. Sorry if that is too specific, if you can’t do that, that’s okay.”
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Y/N = your name

In this, you took a different appearance. Only small changes like covering your tattoos (which are basically like Maui’s) and changing your height.

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 Maui… How long has it been since you had last seen Maui? You felt has if it had been thousands of years. And maybe it had.

 You closed your eyes, vaguely remembering his taunting smirk, his soft hair, his deep voice and his tattoos, recounting both of your exploits. You used to be best friend, or you liked to think a little more. Yet, your relationship had never really been established.

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Pinky Promise

It was in your best interests to stay away from Johnny and Double J and that whole delinquent lifestyle, and yet, you find yourself not being able to. It was fucking stupid.

This is a collab with @cremethorns aka the double J fic we didn’t want to write but here it is. go read her part HERE as well because like. why wouldn’t you it’s good duh. It’s the Jaehyun half of the story, and we all know you guys love Jaehyun. Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

34. “It’s not like I missed you or anything.” Jace and Simon, it so sounds like them

this ended up being almost 1000 words - much longer than i originally intended. so anyway! please enjoy

(also everything past “go to sleep” is under a readmore for those on mobile)


“simon!”

his head jerked off the table, eyes blinking rapidly, “huh? what is it? what’s wrong?” his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion as his eyes darted around the institute before settling on clary. “what is it?” he repeated, slowly rising from his seat.

“everything’s fine, simon. you just need to get to bed,” she said, taking hold of his shoulders and gently pushing him towards the elevator. “jace will be back when he gets back.”

a frown tugged at his lips because jace was supposed to be back from idris by lunchtime and as much as he wanted to point that out to clary, he didn’t. was he worried? yes. jace and alec had been gone for two weeks for a “top secret” meeting in idris, and they hadn’t communicated to anyone what was up. even magnus didn’t know what they were going to do in idris. and it’s not that he didn’t trust jace, of course he trusted him – he just worried about his safety.

“jace will be fine, simon. now, go to sleep.”

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Making Dreams Come True

Summary: Dan is in an A Capella group with his two best friends. They’ve been working hard the past two years to get big, and their dream comes true when music producer, Phil Lester, discovers them and wants to work with them.

Genre: AU, Fluff

Word Count: 2,544

A/N: You have no idea how happy I was to combine my two favorite things! Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you had in mind but I still had fun writing this.

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Distance (or lack thereof) Part 8

Originally posted by yofidfids

Summary: You have just moved to Santa Cruz to help take care of your parents after their recent car accident. While applying for jobs using your literature degree around the city, you decide to make some extra money at Beach City Grill. You end up with a massive crush on Priestly, but unluckily for you, your parents are strict and hate tattoos and piercings. So how on earth are you supposed to deal with all his flirting? (Plus-sized, comic nerd!Reader)

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You and Priestly lay on the couch at his apartment, watching Sherlock. You’re nestled up against him with your back to his chest and his arms gently wrapped around you. You’re both snuggled under the super soft Marvel comforter that now lives at his place (specifically for this reason).

Having already seen every episode, you check some emails while your vibrant haired boyfriend watches in fascination as the case unfolds.

You scroll through random mailing list things, deleting here and there. It’s when you reach the one from the local Santa Cruz library that your heart jumps to your throat.

Fingers shaking just a bit, you open the message.

Dear Miss L/N,

We are happy inform you that you have been accepted for the position of librarian at Santa Cruz Memorial Library.

…start Monday…

…….look forward to working together…

Sincerely,

Patty Malone

Head Librarian, Santa Cruz Memorial Library

You don’t take in a lot of what the email says aside from the major details. With an excited cry, you leap up off the couch. As you’re doing your happy dance, a startled Priestly pauses the show, looking confused.

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Badge(Villain!AU)
  • *Genos fighting metal bat in the middle of a street*
  • Metal Bat: stand still, ya fuck!
  • Bang: *appears on the sidewalk* need some help, Metal Bat?
  • Bat: I've got it, old man!
  • Genos: *freezes and stares wide eyed at Bang*WAIT!
  • *everyone pauses*
  • Metal Bat: ???
  • Bang: ???
  • Genos: *hurries over to Bang and carefully takes his hand, walking him across the street*
  • Bang: What are you doing?
  • Genos: I stole a girl scout's cookies and badges last week and Master says I can keep them of I earn them. All I have left is helping the elderly badge and I get all of the thin mints
  • Bang: ....Son, I will smack your head clean off
  • Genos: can it Mister Miyagi, I want those cookies
  • Metal Bat: *trying not to laugh*
Don’t Let me be Misunderstood

Summary: You meet the infamous Mr. Ketch during a vampire hunt gone wrong. From the moment you laid your eyes on him, you knew that you fucking loathed him. Every run in with him is increasingly troubling, with your patience diminishing quicker and quicker.

Characters: Arthur Ketch, Deanxhunter!reader (implied), Sam, Mary, Castiel (Mention)

Rating: Mature (heed my warnings!)

Warnings: Language, Ketch is creepy, unwanted physical touching (Kissing and stroking of the arm), typical canonical violence, mentions of torture (Vampire)

Word count: 3400+

A/N: This is from my 21 song fic challenges! This is not for Ketch girls, my dear friends, this is for the pals who either wanna see me spill tea all over Mary and Ketch, or pals who like badass readers. 

Eternity squad: @mrswhozeewhatsis  @beriala @busybee612  @kittenofdoomage @aprofoundbondwithdean @ign-is @icantthinkofaname-oops @catsoftheapocalypse  @purgatoan ( @mrsgabrieltrickster if the warnings aren’t too much, I feel that you will enjoy this, mayhaps)


I’m just a soul who’s intentions are good, oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.”

This ‘rescue’ has been going on for fifteen minutes now; you’re starting to feel bad for the vampire. You wince as finally, the deranged son of a bitch who busted into the door cuts it’s head off, flexing his hands. You’ve seen some pretty….violent hunters in the past. You get it, sometimes the life just gets to you. But this? This is different. He sliced into this vampire, punched it, and kicked it until it was begging for him to just end it. Once that happened? He just kept going. He only stopped when he seemed to get bored of the begging, like he had his fill of this sick game.

And this is the man who Mary sent. You mentally note to never ask her for help again as he makes his way to you, raking your brows together.

“Y/N, it was requested that I deliver you to the Winchesters,” he says. Accent. Great, British men of letters. You scream as he rips the duck tape from over your mouth, gaining a chuckle from him.

“Untie me,” you say, your eyes locked on his. He ignores your words, circling around your chair with a soft smile on his face.  "Now would be good,“ you add. Pulling off his gloves, he kneels down behind you, working the knot loose. The rope falls from around your form, and you let out a sigh of relief, flexing your hands in the ropes around your wrists. “These too, hot shot,” you say.

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nightmares about losing you

for @bottle-of-felix-felicis :) thank you for following!

Lukas has never seen this much blood. His hands are shaking and he can’t breathe and God, no—Philip, Philip, Philip—

He shoots up in bed with a gasp, his hand over his heart. His eyes are straining and filled with tears, and before he knows it familiar hands are smoothing over his shoulder and his back. The room is still sunny and Philip converges on him, pulling him close.

Lukas realizes he’s still in Philip’s bedroom.

“Lukas,” Philip whispers, turning his face gently so they’re facing each other. “You’re okay, you’re okay.”

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