Chicago is never one to shout at anyone never the less his
wife but right now it feels like he doesn’t have another option. “It’s not your house, it’s our house. She’s my best
friend, what’s your problem with her anyway?” Chloe asks angrily. She will not
stoop to his level and shout back. “My deal is that she is trying to steal my
family away from me.” Chloe snorts. “Why would she do that? And honestly if it
wasn’t for her I would have gone crazy by now.” Chicago takes a step forward
and towers over Chloe. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that when you’re overseas I’m all alone and when
you finally do come back you’re drunk half of the time.” Chloe spits back at
him. “You married me knowing what my job consisted off.” Chloe laughs. “I did,
and that’s not the problem.” Chicago crosses his arms and gives the redhead a
stare down. “What is the problem?”
His voice isn’t supposed to sound so venomous but it does which scares Chloe
but she won’t show it.
“I got used to you not being here but you being drunk when
you are… that’s where I draw a line. You’re scaring our daughter, Chicago.
Haven’t you noticed that she will barely come to you?” That drew the line for
Chicago and he explodes. “It’s because your stupid best friend brainwashed her.
Maybe you should reevaluate what’s more important… her or me!” Chloe throws up her hands. “Are you serious right now?
Are you asking me to choose between you and her?”
“Yes, yes I do.” Chloe lets out a frustrated groan. “I am
not choosing between you two.” Chicago narrows his eyes dangerously and it
frightens Chloe even more. “You’ll regret that decision.” Chicago walks past
Chloe back into the house. The redhead follows him with a terrified heart.
“You… get out! If I ever see you close to my family again I’ll get you
“NO!” Chloe shrieks and runs to the brunette who’s shocked
from the soldiers behavior. “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” She asks calmly. “I
want you to stay away from my wife
and my daughter.” Beca gets up from
the floor where she was playing with Bella. The little girl hides behind the
brunette’s legs. “And why should I do that?” Beca is never one back down from a
fight and she’s not going to start now. “Because you say so?” Beca crosses her
arms with a grin.
“Don’t temp me, I will call the cops on you and I doubt you
would want that… seeing that you have a name to uphold and a career?” Chloe
gasps loudly. ‘Chicago don’t, you can’t…” The man cuts her off swiftly. “I can
and I will if she doesn’t leave this instant.” Beca wants to keep eye contact
but a light tug at her jeans catches her attention so she looks down. “Don’t
leave.” The six year old’s pout always makes Beca’s heart melt. “Bella come
The redheaded girl hesitates a moment but decides to listen
to her father. Beca watches her walk away with slumped shoulders. Chicago picks
her up when she’s close enough. “Leave, and I never want to see you or hear
that you were near y family again.” Beca looks at Chloe who is really trying to
hold in her tears. “Don’t you think that you scare me Chicago, you have not won
dude. I’ll always fight for Chloe and Bella for that matter.”
Without any other glance at the soldier Beca hugs Chloe.
“I’ll figure something out.” She whispers just loud enough for Chloe to hear.
“Aunty Bec don’t go.” The two friends break apart at the loud cry. They see
Bella wiggle out of her father’s grasp and run towards the brunette. “Be strong
princess, this isn’t goodbye.” The small redhead wraps her tiny arms around
Beca and holds on for dear life. The brunette gives the girl a squeeze and then
looks up to Chloe who takes the hint and pulls her daughter away.
“I’ll walk you out.” The grumpy voice of Chicago breaks
their bubble. “Whatever.” Beca heads towards the door trying to ignore the
cries of the little girl in Chloe’s arms. It takes all willpower for Beca not
to run back and take both Chloe and Bella with her. Home… a safe place without
Chicago. Before she knows it the door slams behind her leaving her alone with
It’s been a week since Beca left the house. Her manager
tried to reach her but to no avail. “I tried calling her, I wrote mails and
texted I don’t know what else to do.” The talks vividly while driving to Beca’s
house. “Thank you for calling me, I will try and talk to Beca.” Aubrey tries to
soothe the stressed out manager. “I would have tried asking Chloe but I can’t
reach her number. It’s been disconnected.” Aubrey nods. She remembers the
redhead calling her from a new number telling her that she lost her phone and
got a new number. That same week Chloe had removed her facebook, instagram and
“Are you sure I don’t need to come pick you up?” Aubrey
smiles politely. “No need I will take a cab back to the hotel if necessary.”
Aubrey steps out of the car and walks up to Beca’s door. She rings the doorbell
three times and waits for the brunette to open the door. “Sarah I told you I’m
fine I just need some days off to…” Beca freezes when she sees the blonde in
front of her door. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to get your head out of your ass.” Aubrey pushes
past Beca so she can’t be locked outside. “How nice of you but why?” Aubrey
turns around to look at the tiny DJ. “You haven’t been at the studio in a week
and can you explain to me why Chloe has disconnected any form of social media?”
Beca rolls her eyes. “What did you do Mitchell?” Beca groans loudly. “I didn’t do anything, that psycho of a
soldier kicked me out of their house and forbade Chloe to talk to me.”
Aubrey sees the defeated look on Beca’s face. For the first
time she sees the bags underneath the brunettes eyes. She looked like she
hadn’t slept in days which probably was a fact. “I tried to find a way to help
her but I can’t do anything. I lost her Bree, I lost her for good.” The
brunette falls back on the couch with a loud sigh. “I can’t lose her.” The
despair in Beca’s voice breaks Aubrey’s heart.
“Do you want to call her?” Beca shoots up, sitting upright
staring at Aubrey. “I mean we could call her from my number and if Chicago
picks up it’s just going to be me?” Aubrey take out her phone from her purse.
“Why are you helping me? You’ve hated my guts for years.” Aubrey lets out a
light laugh. “I never hated you Beca. We had our differences, yes. But I never
hated you.” Aubrey sits down next to Beca with a small smile. “And I’m helping
you because I know you love Chloe. And not in a friend kind of way.”
“I-I how uhm how did you know?” Aubrey lets out a giggle.
“Everyone knew but somehow both you and Chloe were too clueless to actually see
it.” Beca raises her brow. “You two flirted all the time. You fought like a
married couple and to top it off you were called the mom and dad of the
Bellas.” Beca scrunches her nose. “Wait, if you all knew why didn’t you tell
me? Or Chloe?” Aubrey takes a breath. “We did, we really did but somehow you
still managed to not get it.”
Beca scratches the back of her neck. “Thank you.” She slowly
looks up to meet Aubrey’s green eyes. “Don’t thank me just yet, let’s call
Chloe first.” Beca nods so fast that Aubrey thinks her neck might snap. “Don’t
say anything until we’re sure that Chloe is alone.”
Chloe’s voice sounds tired.
are you alone?”
Chloe: “Aubrey? I
am, why are you asking?”
Aubrey: “Where is
Chloe: “He went
to the supermarket, he should be back in 20 minutes. Why are you asking Bree?”
I have someone that wants to talk to you.”
Beca: “Chlo? Are
you there? Shit Aubrey I think we lost her.” Beca’s voice sounds panicky.
Is-is that really you?”
Beca: Lets out a
relieved breath. “Yes Chlo, it really is me.”
Chloe: “I’m so
sorry about everything, I should have stood up to him and…”
Beca: “Stop that
Chlo, it’s not your fault. We will make this work… I promise.”
Chloe: “I missed
your voice.” Beca hears a soft sob on the other line.
Beca: “Me too
Chloe… How has he been?”
Beca: “Has he…
did he hurt you? Or Bella?”
Beca: “Chlo? What
did he do?”
he did nothing.”
Beca: “Chloe I
swear to god if he hurt you I’ll…”
Chloe: “I need
to, he’s home.”
*End Phone Call*
Aubrey sees the angry look on Beca’s face and imagines
nothing good. “I need to get her out of there.” The brunette jumps up but gets
pulled back on the couch by Aubrey. “You can’t do anything Beca. Except if
she…” Aubrey pauses with a thoughtful look. “If she what Aubrey?” Beca nudges
the blonde. “We can only help her if she… if she leaves him.” Beca slams her
hand against the couch. “She will never do that Aubrey! She’s terrified of
him!” Beca takes a deep breath. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
“It’s ok Beca, I understand.” Aubrey gently takes her phone
back from Beca. “Is there anything you would like to give her?” Beca flashes
the blonde a confused look. “I’m going
to go to their house to ‘surprise’ her. I can try and give her something from
you?” Beca gets up and runs up the stairs leaving Aubrey confused this time. A
few minutes later Beca returns with a flash drive. “Could you … please?” Aubrey
takes it. “Of course, that’s what friends are for.”
Two weeks have gone by and Beca hasn’t heard from Chloe ever
since they talked on the phone. Aubrey visited the brunette a few times trying
to cheer her up. Aubrey had talked to Chloe about leaving Chicago but the
redhead immediately brushed away the idea. Chicago was playing nice towards
Aubrey but she could smell the alcohol from miles away. And the fear in her
best friend’s eyes killed her inside. Of course she hadn’t told Beca about
that. It would only result in Beca going over there trying to beat the crap out
of Chicago and end up in the hospital herself.
Beca has been going back to the studio to keep herself busy.
The people around her noticed the sudden change of mood and decided not to ask
her about it. The last time someone tried Beca had scowled at them for 3 days.
And that was just because of something her father had said. But now they could
see this was something more severe and no one wanted to be at the receiving end
of that anger.
Aubrey had filled in the Bellas who in turn tried to cheer
up their ex-captain but nothing seemed to work. Beca had just politely smiled
and rolled her eyes at the failed attempts. She knows they mean well but right
now the only thing that could cheer her up is Chloe’s voice, her smile… hell
even her hugs. That’s how she finds herself on a Thursday at 3 in the morning
looking at old Bellas videos. Listening to every giggle and laugh Chloe let
escape. The angelic voice when she would sing.
Around 4 am Beca hears a loud knock at the door. Who could
be at the door at this time at night? Better yet who the hell would knock on
the door instead of ringing the doorbell. With low growl Beca gets up from the
couch and places her laptop on the table. She shuffles to the door and prepares
herself to shout at the imbecile standing on the other side. But stops herself
just in time when she sees Chloe standing there.
“Chloe?” Beca lets her eyes scan the redhead. With each
passing second she gets more shocked. “C-can I come in?” Beca quickly jumps to
side but first takes the sleeping girl from Chloe’s arms. “Mommy?” Beca shushes
the sweet girl while rocking her back to sleep. “Don’t worry princess,
everything will be fine.” Beca closes the door and locks it just in case
Chicago decides to show up.
She makes her way to the couch but decides to sit in the
armchair instead. Chloe needs space to collect her thoughts so it seems like
the only logical thing to do. For the first time Beca gets a really good look
at Chloe’s face and sees a big bruise right underneath Chloe’s left eye and
right jaw. Beca can feel her anger boiling inside her. “What happened?” It
comes out as a whisper but Chloe hears it. “He was drunk it isn’t… I…”
Chloe shakes her head choking back her tears. “Chlo, I’m
going to put Bella down in my bed so she can sleep. When I come back we can
talk… if you want of course.” The light nod from the redhead sets Beca in
motion. She gets up and walks up the stairs carefully trying not to wake the
When she finally sets her down she feels small finger wrap
around her hand. “Go back to sleep sweetie. Your mommy and I are downstairs,
we’re not going anywhere.” The grip seems to lessen and the little girl lets go
slowly. Beca places a soft kiss on the girl’s forehead and cover her with the
cover. She lets the door open slightly so some light can still enter in case
the young girl wakes up.
Beca makes her way back down and sees that Chloe hasn’t left
her position at all. She clears her voice when she enters the living room.
“Bella is sleeping, I left the door open in case she wakes up.” Chloe nods and
goes back to looking at her hands. “Please talk to me?” Beca kneels down in
front of the redhead. “What happened?” Chloe leaps forward and wraps her arms
around the brunette and bursts out crying. Beca slowly gets up to sit next to
Chloe on the couch, pulling her closer letting her cry.
When Chloe calms down she curls up into Beca’s side. “He got
really drunk…” Beca tenses at the words. “… Bella wanted to show him her good
grade. He got angry and hit her. I jumped in to stop him before he could do it
again… he hit me instead. He walked out without a word…” Who could hurt someone
like Chloe or Bella? “… I tried to settle her down but she wouldn’t stop crying.
I took her and drove her to the one place she’ll always be safe…”
It’s the first time all night that Chloe looks Beca in the
eyes. “You both will always be safe here.” Beca keeps looking into the once
brightly shining blue eyes which now seem dull. Knowing that this isn’t the
time to do this Beca takes up the courage to tell Chloe what she feels deep
inside. “I will protect you for as long as I live. I love you.” A small smile
starts to form on Chloe’s face. “I know you do Becs, I love you too.” Beca shakes
her head softly. “You don’t know Chlo because I’m in love with you.”
“What took you so long?” Chloe leans in and kisses Beca
softly on the lips. As good as it feels Beca pulls away. She sees the hurt look
in Chloe’s eyes when she does. “I really want to but you just walked out of a
marriage. You’re still married Chlo… I don’t want to take advantage of your
emotional state.” Chloe hugs Beca tighter than she ever has. “That’s why I love
you so much Bec, you always think of others before you think about yourself.”
The loud banging on the door makes the two women jump apart.
“I know you’re in there Chloe!” Beca sees Chloe cower from the loud voice. Beca
gets up and walks to the door. “Go away Chicago, you’re not welcome here!” She
shouts back. “I will break down this door!” Beca takes a step back just in
case. “I will call the police for harassment!” She can hear him laugh on the
other side. “You’re the one that will get in trouble, my wife is in there without my consent!”
“Yes the wife that left you because you’re an alcoholic
husbands that beats her and your child!” It stays quiet for a moment on the
other side. “That… that was a mistake.” Beca sees Chloe look at the door from
the living room door opening. “Chlo, baby I know you’re there. Please forgive
me and let’s go home?” Chloe snorts. “You can expect divorce papers Chicago, I
never want to see you again.”
“You will lose this battle Chloe, I will get custody of
Bella and you will never see her
again even if you tried.” Beca sees Chloe flinch at those words. “I have been
providing for our family ever since we got married, you have nothing without
me.” Beca runs to Chloe and wraps an arm around her before shouting at the
door. “That’s not true you jackass, she has me supporting her financially. The
court will take Bella’s choice into consideration. Bella will always choose for
her mommy because she knows she’ll always be safe with her!”
Chloe looks at Beca full disbelieve. “We also have the best
lawyer at our side.” Beca whispers to the redhead with a warm smile. “You will
not get away with this Mitchell!” They hear loud footsteps disappearing into
the night. When the coast finally seems clear the two women let out a breath
they didn’t know they were holding. “Is he gone?” They look up and see Bella
standing at the top of the stairs. “Oh sweetie, he is.” Chloe leaves Beca’s side
and runs up pto her daughter.
Beca follows her with a small smile. “How about we all take
a nap and call aunty Aubrey in the morning?” Beca asks the 6 year old. The
smile on the girl’s face does all the speaking. “Why don’t you go lay in bed? Mommy
and I will join you in a minute.” Bella rushes of to Beca’s bedroom. “I have
some extra clothes for you to sleep in. They’re in the closet.” Beca kisses
Chloe on her cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Before Beca can walk back
down the stairs Chloe pulls her back. “We have slept together before Becs.”
“I know but…” Chloe cuts her off with a giggle. “The only
thing that changed is a 6 year old will be sleeping in the middle… and I love
you.” Beca breathes in deeply. “I guess that’s not such a big change.”
They make their way to the bedroom and see Bella half
asleep. Chloe quickly changes into one of Beca’s sweatpants and a shirt. “Good
night mommy.” Chloe kisses her daughter on her forehead before whispering her
own goodnight. “Good night momma.” Chloe’s eyes widen in shock. from all the
things Bella could have said this one was the last on the list. “Goodnight
princess, mommy and I will see you in the morning.”
When Chloe is sure Bella is fast asleep she props herself up
on her left arm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she would say that.” She whispers
loud enough for Beca to hear. “Don’t worry about it Chlo. Maybe one day we can
make that name official for us.” It’s not much of a question and it leaves
Chloe smiling like an idiot before falling asleep with Beca’s arms wrapped
around her and her daughter.
Chloe can’t believe it, she won… she won full custody over
her daughter and got officially divorced from Chicago. She almost leaps in Beca’s
arms. The brunette had been there all the way since day one. She would pick up
Bella from school and take her to her ballet or singing classes. She was there
at every court date and made sure that Chloe felt at ease the entire time. Three
months, it took them three months to finalize everything.
“We did it.” Beca laughs. “No babe, you did it.” Chloe
nuzzles her nose into Beca’s neck. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” The
clearing of someone’s throat makes Chloe jump up. “Maybe you should find
another lawyer then?” Chloe lets go of Beca completely and throws herself at
Aubrey. “Of course I couldn’t have done it without you Bree.” Beca smiles at
the sight while picking up Bella. “Can we eat pizza today momma?”
Aubrey’s eyes widen at the words leaving the 6 year old. “Of
course princess, we can have anything you want.” Aubrey gives Chloe a look. “When
did that happen?” The blonde asks. “The night we left Chicago, she said it
while we were laying in bed. Beca has been completely cool with it.” Aubrey
shakes her head with a smile. “I’m happy for you Chlo, everything you wished
for is right there.” Aubrey points at a laughing Beca and a giggling 6 year
“You guys, this little princess wants pizza. What about we
go celebrate?” The two women quickly agree. Aubrey calls Jesse over to join
them with his and Aubrey’s 3 year old boy. “Mommy are you happy now?” Chloe
looks at her daughter. “Yes baby girl I am.”
They make it to the pizza place Bella loves a little over 30
minutes later and occupy a booth. They all talk and remember old memories and
tell Bella all the crazy adventures they had. When the pizza is finished Chloe
notices that Bella is not sitting next to Beca anymore. “Uhm Becs where’s
Bella?” The brunette doesn’t have to answer the question because the little
redhead pulls Chloe’s sleeve.
“Mommy can I ask you something?” Chloe nods. “Do you love
Beca?” The question is a bit weird coming from a 6 year old but simple enough
to answer. “Yes, I do.” A big smile forms on the girls face. “Can I ask you
something else?” Once again Chloe nods. “Will you marry Beca?” The small gasp
coming from Aubrey makes Chloe turn around. “Aren’t you going to answer the
Chloe is in shock. Beca is kneeling in front of her with a
diamond ring in a black box. “Chloe Anne Beale, will you do me the honor of
becoming my wife?” Chloe’s eyes fill with tears. “Yes, yes of course I’ll marry
you.” Beca takes the ring out of the box and places it on Chloe’s left ring
finger. “I have one more thing to do.” Beca announces. She get up and walks
around the table and kneels in front of Bella taking out another box from her back
“Bella, will you give me the honor of making your mommy the
happiest woman in the world and becoming you momma?” The little girl shrieks
and throws herself at her new momma. “I guess that’s a yes.” Beca chuckles. She
pushes the girl off of her so she can open the little box to reveal a golden
necklace. It’s a golden B on a golden chain. She turns the girl around so she
can put the necklace around her.
When Beca gets back up her feet she’s met with a round of applause
and a crying redhead. “I love you Beca Mitchell.”
“I love you too Chloe Beale.” Chloe shakes her head. “No, it’s
soon to be Chloe Mitchell.” People would have called Beca crazy if she would
smile even harder. But it’s worth it, her whole world is standing right there
in her arms and tugging at her jeans to be lifted up. Yes, this is everything
she ever wanted. Chloe as her (soon to be) wife and a beautiful daughter to
take care off.
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A pounding knock on the door
alerted the resident within the townhouse in Belgravia. Long, blood red nails
clicked against the doorknob as it twisted. Upon opening the door, she noticed
Sherlock Holmes on her stoop.
“Darling, how nice of you to drop
by,” Irene grinned, revealing her sharp fangs. “Full moon already?”
“Yes and I am not your darling,” he
growled, letting himself through the threshold.
“Now, now, don’t take the fun out
of me having to chain you up in my dungeon,” she smirked. “Though, I can’t stay
long. I need to feed tonight.” She lead him down to the secret floor of the
townhouse that was located belowground.
“Just remember not to drain them
completely,” Sherlock told her. “I had to cover up your mess last time.”
“I promise I won’t; drink then
compel them to forget…easy,” Irene replied.
Once he was safely chained up, she
blew him a kiss and left for her late night snack session. Vampires and
werewolves never got along, but Sherlock and Irene tolerated each other. They
had had a one-time fling a couple of years ago but Sherlock refused to continue
The full moon had reached its peak
and Sherlock felt the familiar change go through his body. He wasn’t so sure
the shackles would hold this time, and as they creaked with his changing form, worries filled his mind. What would happen if he hurt somebody or if he was spotted
in the streets of London? Werewolves of
London, he thought with amusement. The shackles broke as he became full
wolf and he found his way through the house running off into the night.
Um @sonnygrays told me she needed an Aaron Judge/Greg Bird fic and you heathens jumped on board with that idea and started requesting it, too.
The party had just ended, the last of the straggling guests departing from Greg’s Colorado home with a few final waves and last-minute birthday wishes, their laughter fading, carried away by the crisp November air as they disappeared into the night. Greg watched them go from the stoop with his arms wrapped tight around his midsection. Each of them headed in a different direction, some walking with their heads down and their hands shoved deep in their pockets, others climbing into their vehicles and waiting for the heat to warm their chilled bones. Winter hadn’t officially started, but it sure felt like it had as of late; there was a layer of frost coating the windows, and even the short walk from Greg’s front door to the cars lined along the street was enough to freeze one’s lungs.
Drained, his head buzzing from a mix of alcohol and residual excitement from the night’s festivities, Greg turned and made his way back inside where warmth enveloped him like a sweet embrace. The house was silent now save for its familiar creaking and groaning as it settled, same as every other night around this time. Outside, the wind whistled, rattling the bare branches of the tree that stood in Greg’s front yard. Even from where he stood in the hall, he could hear the branches knocking against the window in his room upstairs. He shuddered, disliking that sound; it was something he’d hated since he was a child that never quite left him as he aged.
Instead of dwelling on it, he retreated into the living room where he was greeted by the soft glow of candles on the coffee table. He switched the ceiling light on and let himself sink into the couch, his worn body melting into the cushions. Across from him, sprawled in the leather recliner, Aaron stirred, his eyes fluttering as he snapped out of the thin sleep he’d been falling into. Faintly aware that he’d started to drool, he turned his head to the side and wiped his mouth against the palm of his hand. Feeling sluggish, his face fevered and flushed from his quick nap, he sat up slowly and yawned, stretching his long arms overhead.
Without a word, Aaron stood and sidled past the table so he could sit next to Greg, who watched him move with drowsy eyes. One of the candles popped and crackled, the flame twisting and faltering briefly as Aaron dropped down, hip to hip with Greg.
Neither spoke for a long time; instead, they gazed at each other, savoring the peaceful quiet of the home around them. Greg offered Aaron a smile, the kind that transformed his stolid, sharp features into something soft, radiant. Aaron was captivated by the man next to him; there was something about Greg in this moment that made Aaron’s heart quiver and skip a beat, a feeling that never failed to exhilarate him and wake the butterflies sleeping in his stomach. Maybe it was the color of Greg’s eyes in this particular lighting, no longer green but an enchanting shade of hazel that verged on golden. Maybe it was the dimples that appeared at the corners of his lips, giving him an angelic quality as if he could do no wrong as long as he flashed that beautiful smile. Maybe it was how his entire face lit up, all traces of exhaustion vanishing, when Aaron took a seat next to him, or the way shadows from the candles on the table flickered across his high cheekbones, or the fact that he hadn’t shaved in a few days and some scruff had grown along his jaw.
“Thank you for tonight.” Greg broke the silence, startling Aaron out of his deep concentration. “It was nice to let go of everything after the way this year has gone.” Between recovering from his ankle injury and the crushing defeat he’d taken so personally when the Yankees lost the ALCS in October, Greg had been left stressed and dejected after the season ended. Even though he hated the kind of exclusive attention a party entailed, this night was exactly what he had needed to finally unwind. It was usually enough for him to go out to dinner with his parents every year; he relished the quiet company of his family, and Aaron understood that perhaps better than anyone. But Greg hadn’t wanted to do even that, so Aaron took it upon himself to plan Greg’s twenty-fifth birthday celebration for him.
The night hadn’t been extravagant by any means; it had only been Greg’s closest friends and Aaron sitting in the kitchen, listening to music, drinking, talking, eating junk food. They had gotten tipsy, caught up on all the things they’d missed when Greg had been away. Aaron, ever humble, had been coerced into talking about himself for a good ten minutes, which felt like an eternity to him – Greg’s friends had been astounded to be in the presence of the American League MVP and Rookie of the Year, someone they’d been hearing about since Greg’s days in the minors but had yet to officially meet.
During the few hours spent with those closest to him, the relaxation of Greg’s mind and body became obvious to everyone in the room. The tension he’d been carrying in his shoulders had abated and he once again sounded like his lively, goofy self, joking and laughing until he was shouldering tears from his eyes. That unadulterated joy had stayed with him as the night wore on, but he hadn’t been more content than he was in this instant, sleepy and snug in his Post-Season sweatshirt as he sat in his living room with Aaron by his side.
“It’s no problem,” Aaron told him, presenting Greg with an affectionate smile of his own. “I just wanted you to be happy.” Greg’s heart swelled to the point where he felt it might burst. This was something Aaron was amazing at; he was able to astonish Greg with the most basic truths, and it had been that way since the day they’d met. Greg had never been able to do the same. He could talk for hours about his cat, write novels on baseball, even discuss food at great length and detail, but endearment was never his strong point. He had trouble collecting his thoughts in a cohesive manner and was often left feeling awkward as he stumbled over his own words, even when trying to convey the simplest of sentiments.
This wasn’t one of those times, his response immediate, “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.” Now it was his turn to stare at Aaron in silent wonder, taking in the light dusting of freckles splayed across his nose. He couldn’t recall how many times they’d sat in the dugout together over the years, talking between at bats, where he tried to count each freckle as they talked, all the while Aaron was smiling his charming, lopsided grin. He was smiling that way now, his infamous tooth gap visible between his lips, and Greg felt that he’d never seen a smile so contagious in his life.
Aaron reached over and took Greg’s hand in his as they continued to admire each other, then lifted it to his mouth so that his lips brushed Greg’s knuckles gently, the sensation soft as silk. “I’m glad. I adore you, and I only ever want the best for you. Happy birthday, Greg.”
1. Time does not heal. Time makes you forget and does a good job of making memories blurry. Take healing into your own hands - don’t wait for someone else to do it.
2. Do not waste your I love you’s. The more you flaunt the word around to people you’ve just met and early lovers, the less it will mean when love really hits.
3. Create a list of things you want to do in life. I’m not talking about going to see the northern lights or visiting Hawaii. The little things that can be easy to accomplish such as: trying caviar, painting your room, and trying that new sushi place. Checking off the little things in life is the best self-esteem boost.
4. Always take the high road. If you’re working with rude people or someone has done wrong to you, do not stoop to their level. What’s goes around will come back around. Trust me.
5. Offer to help. People appreciate someone that genuinely wants to give a helping hand whether it’s setting the table or carrying heavy boxes.
6. Stop being hard on yourself. Who cares if you did not get an A on that test? Does it matter if you embarrassed yourself at lunch the other day? Move on. We’re only human.
7. Read more.
8. Be open minded. People who can not see past their own opinions do not go anywhere in life.
9. Accept your flaws.
10. Invest in yourself. Buy yourself that new art set, or new shoes, or order some good take out. The little things in life are often over looked, but they add up in the best ways.
Recently mydeity posted something upsetting about G Dragon and although it reached 5000 notes and the damage has already been done, I wanted to address it because they still haven’t issued an apology.
Firstly I fail to see how you would think the following statement:
‘the usual ‘look at these pretty boys with their snapbacks, they look like f*ggots’ that zico and gd popularized is what everyone’s trynna erase these days. one, because it’s homophobic and plain destructive.’
could be seen as anything other than ‘G Dragon is a homophobe!!’
In the original replies, you tried to backtrack and say you were only referring to Zico at this point but how else is: ‘they look like f*ggots’ that zico and gd popularized’ meant to be taken exactly?
I know he has his faults but the one thing you can’t come for with G Dragon is his lack of support for the lgbtq community. He has shown his support for us on multiple occasions and literally has a tattoo on his arm that is a statement against homophobia. What you said about him was a lie. He has never said that so when are you going to post a proper apology for this? You were brave enough to write that false information before you deleted it so you should be brave enough to write an apology.
Secondly when you said ‘chanyeol was thrown in his early days into the ‘idol rapper’ category by g-dragon, who multiple times has expressed his disgust with sm’s rappers not composing their own stuff.’
Could you please give evidence of these ‘multiple times’ when GD said he was ‘disgusted’ with sm rappers? Did he say those exact words? if he did then fair enough, but please show us proper receipts.
It could be true but I get the impression that you are just trying to twist things like you did when you made out that he was a homophobe? I have been a fan of GD for a while now and I have never heard him say these things.
If you’re referring to that one interview he did, THEY asked him why BigBang stood out from other groups and he responded by saying it was because they write and compose their own music and the public like it, which is true. He is simply stating facts as BigBang are the only idol group so far to achieve a pak etc.
I also don’t understand your point about GD referring to Chanyeol as an ‘idol rapper’ either. Why is this seen as a bad thing?
When exactly did GD refer to Chanyeol as an idol rapper? When did he even refer to Chanyeol? I am genuinely curious about this because GD doesn’t often talk about other artists outside of YG (apart from that one time he said that he likes exo but anyway)
If GD did refer to Chanyeol as an idol rapper like you said he did, again why is this a bad thing? I get that other people refer to idols in a negative way but if you knew anything about GD you would know he often refers to himself as an idol rapper, so does that mean he is throwing shade at himself?
I just feel like your whole argument when it comes to GD was unnecessary. You claim you’re a fan of GD but you clearly don’t know enough about him and what he’s like because you wouldn’t have made those statements if you did. GD is known for being one of the most respectful idols out there. Even to his youngers he does a 90 degree bow. It’s also quite funny that you brought Namjoon into your discussion about being disrespected when he was literally called out by Koreans for talking disrespectfully ABOUT GD in an interview lol.
I get that you want to talk up your fave but GD has also received his fair share of hate from others for being an idol, he get’s called overrated, plastic, druggie, he’s told that he can’t sing or dance on the daily. His name get’s used in songs as disses but guess what, he doesn’t respond and has always stayed respectful.
Even in his recent song with Zion T who is literally bad mouthing idols by saying how they have it easy because they can just dance and look good etc. the first thing GD responds with is ‘I’m an idol’ because he’s never seen that as a bad thing. He is proud of that title and what you made him out to be in your post is disgusting and untrue. It’s even sadder because it had over 5000 notes. People actually bought into your nonsense and GD got more hate written about him because of you.
I know nothing about Zico so I can’t really say anything on his behalf however, what you said about GD being a homophobe was wrong and you need to give a proper apology.
Here’s a gif of GD being ‘disrespectful’ to exo to keep ya’ll haters pressed i’m done.